I can see a quiet day ahead of me. Is that what I want, a quiet day?
I reckon there are two ways it can go, more of the same or something a little different. I'm in the mood for different now that Jim is away on a trip.
Neighbour Mike should be home, he might like the idea of some distraction, especially as it would be a one-on-one instead of the usual threesome we do when Jim decides he wants to fuck us both.
I check my wardrobe to see what Mike would most want to see me wearing and choose the cutaway dark-blue faux-leather mini-skirt and the light-blue, thin cotton halter-neck top to give Mike a good view of my new breasts to get him started.
I decide not to change the hold-up stockings I was wearing at breakfast even though they're torn and cum-stained after Jim had finished bending me over the kitchen sink, but I change shoes to my bright-red latin-dance strapovers with just the 3 inch heels.
The choice of shoes is neat, because they are the shoes I was wearing with the outfit in which Jim first saw my new breasts.
I cup my breasts in my hands before folding them into the halter-neck, enjoying the feeling of their weight and softness. I can't wait to be feeling Mike, or Jim, or anyone, suckling the large nipples.
With no bra on I love the weight of them, and the way they move when I am being fucked. The harder I'm fucked the more they move, making the fuck-frenzy more intense, with the cock slamming deeper into me.
Jim only fucks me if he's happy with the way I look, and mostly he's happy when I'm showing him the slut I am.. if he's not happy, he gets Mike over to the house to fuck him instead until I get my look the way Jim wants it.
One of the first things Jim had told me soon after he took me in off the street a few months ago now was that he would pay for me to get breast implants.
He told me that he would stop fucking me if I didn't sort it out, and I'ld be back on the street as the slut I am. No worries, I thought, suits me to get bigger tits if it made him happy and for as long as he continues to pay me well and to fuck me hard.
He went off on a four- month business-trip and told me to get it sorted ready to show him the result when he got back.
Four months was just enough time for the new tissue to settle after the implants were in place and before Jim got his hands, and mouth, on them.
The story of the implants needs telling another day, but the result is my beautiful pair of 500g (one pound) C cups looking just the way I, and Jim likes, especially held up firmly in an undercut bra.
Jim returned just a few weeks ago. He was silent when he saw them move for the first time, just cupping them in his hands as they pushed through the cream-colour transparent negligee that he had bought me for the occasion of the unveiling.
He had the tits in his hands as he looked down to enjoy my neatly shaved pouting pussy lips brushing against the hem of the see-through negligee.
" Nice work, babe, very nice " he said, as he laid back on the bed so I could cowgirl my nicely wet pussy on to his cock while he enjoyed the view.
Normally taciturn, his words were more praise than I was used to hearing him say to me. He made clear what he was thinking by fucking me for longer and harder than ever before while he enjoyed watching my new titties in action in the full wall bedroom mirror.
Now, these few weeks later, I know the shape and size of my new breasts also gets Mike going.
While Jim and I have been "together" for some six months since he moved me in as his live-in slut, Mike was already on the scene living in the same five-floor apartment block one floor above us, the fourth, with access to the roof-terrace.
While remembering the first time I could see that Mike was determined to fuck me, I am standing up getting dressed in the best way I knew that would turn Mike on, hard and hot.
Jim had left after breakfast, and I was still hot to fuck even though while waiting for his taxi to the airport he had fucked me, ramming me up against the kitchen-sink while finishing his mouthful of toast and jam.
