Boob Job Fantasy: Is Bigger Better?

We can all agree I have great tits.

“God damn, Kayla,” Jason exclaims, squeezing my breasts as I sit on top of him, his hard dick deep inside my pussy.  “You’ve got some amazing tits.  They’re quite the handful.”  He cups both of my C cups in his palms and jiggles them up and down before continuing.  “And if I didn’t always have a boob job fantasy about big giant ones, I’d say yours are damn near perfect.”

His comment makes me smile, and I bounce a little faster on his cock.  I’ve been fucking Dr. Jason Brunswick, one of the top plastic surgeons in the city, for about a month now.  I accompanied a girlfriend to her breast implant consultation at his office.  And I left with his number.  She ended up going with full DDs.  And he wined and dined me only once before we were ripping each other’s clothes off in his bedroom.  I knew he had a boob job fantasy when he convinced my friend to go from barely B to DD.  And I had to hand it to him, her tits look fantastic!

Jason grips my ass and pulls me forward so he can sit up and bury his face in my tits.  I squeeze them together and let him motorboat me, enjoying the feeling of his hot breath between my cleavage.  When he pulls back, he takes one of my nipples between his teeth and bites down gently.  That’s all it takes to make me cum.

I wanted to hear what he’d do to me.

I slide off of his cock, feeling my juices dripping down my thighs.  Then I flip around on all fours so he can slip back inside of me.  He reaches around and squeezes my breasts again.  And I have to ask.

“What kind of boob job fantasy do you have for me, Doctor?” I tease, looking over my shoulder to give him a wink.

His hands grip tighter around my tits as I push my ass back towards him.  “Baby, I’ve got the perfect boob job fantasy for you.  I’ve been thinking about it since the day you walked into my office.  You’ve got the build for a nice rack.  The bigger, the better!  How would you feel about DDs?” he murmurs in my ear as he thrusts deeper inside.

I want to hear more.  “You don’t think DDs would be too big for me?” I ask, on the verge of another orgasm.

“I’d love nothing more than seeing you in one tiny bikini after I put some nice big round ones in you.  Those full tits spilling out of the sides of that triangle cup.  All the guys watching you at the pool.  And me walking over to fondle those big titties, knowing that this perfect girlfriend is all mine.”  He begins to pump harder into me as his boob job fantasy unfolds.  “Those nipples would always be hard, we’d make sure of it.  Popping right out so everyone notices those perfect breasts I’ve created.”

I never had a boob job fantasy before, but now it’s all I could think about.

I craved more details.  “What kind of bras would I wear?  They’d still be really sexy, right?  Even though I’d have those big tits?”

The idea of big tits in lingerie makes Jason’s dick twitch inside of me.  “Oh for sure, baby,” he says, squeezing my ass and pulling me back and forth on his cock.  “Nice lacy ones, my favorite.  Get you a red push-up bra, get those new girlies high and tight for everyone to see.  Then you come home to me and wait on the bed in nothing but a white mesh nightie.”

I was about to cum again, but I wanted Jason to continue with his boob job fantasy.  So I turned myself around, lying on my back this time so he could reach down and play with my tits while I watched his dick slide in and out of me.  “Tell me more,” I moan.  “What if I went with Es instead?”

I never thought I could shock a plastic surgeon, but Jason’s eyes get wide at my suggestion.  But before he can continue his boob job fantasy, I feel his dick twitch again.  And I know he’s about to cum.  I slip back, pulling his cock out of my dripping hole, and I begin to jerk him off over my chest.  “Would you want to cum all over nice big E cups just like this?” I whisper and watch as a creamy load of cum shoots out and coats my tits.  And I wonder how it would feel if my boobs were just a little bigger.

Do you have a boob job fantasy about me?  Don’t be a shy secret admirer, you know you want to tell me.  So…

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