Henry was on his way to the coffee shop his old friend Cynthia had asked to meet up he hadn't seen her in a few months and he was excited to catch up. He got to the café and ordered a plain coffee for himself and a frappe for Cynthia. She arrived a few minutes after him and took a seat at the table with him.
"How have you been?" he asked, "it's been a while since I've heard from you."
"I know I've just been going through some things," she said, "but I really wanted to talk to you again, how have you been, any new ladies."
"Nothing long term," said Henry, "a few flings here and there, how about you, any guys?"
"Not in a while," said Cynthia, "I've been trying to get right with myself."
"What's been bothering you?" asked Henry.
This was news to him, Cynthia had always been outwardly happy. She also always had at least one guy trying to get with her or actively dating her.
"Just feeling uncomfortable with my body," said Cynthia.
"Why?" asked Henry, "Cyn' you're beautiful."
He wasn't just saying it either, she had a tight body and a great ass. She had long flowing brunette hair and seductive smile with eyes to match.
"I know you think so," said Cynthia, "but I needed to feel it for myself, I invited you here because you always made an effort to make me feel beautiful."
"Always Cyn'," said Henry reaching across the table to take her hand, "you know I'm always here for you."
"Then can you come with me," said Cynthia.
"Of course," said Henry.
Cynthia took him back to her place. Once they were inside she turned on the thermostat, it was late autumn and there was a strong chill in the air. She wore a black sweater and kept a large scarf on as she took a seat by him on the couch.
"I know you have a type," said Cynthia, "you tend to go for busty girls and I'm not at all."
"But that's not everything," said Henry, "I've always been attracted to you."
"You have," said Cynthia, "that's why I want your help with this."
She pulled out her cellphone and opened a photo album before giving it to Henry. The picture was of Cynthia in a pink tube top and booty shorts.
"Keep scrolling," said Cynthia, "I did a photo shoot for myself, kind of erotic."
The pictures were of her in various revealing outfits, bikinis, lingerie, as well as tight shirts and pants. He was getting aroused but Cynthia was more focused on seeing him keep scrolling through.
Suddenly a picture came up of her naked curled up on a bed, her breasts and pussy blocked by a sheet. The next image had her laying on her stomach her perfect ass, the on he'd fantasized about was on display. The next image though was the winner, she was on her back laid out her small perky breasts and shaved pussy were in clear view.
She took her phone back and put it on the table.
"I showed you mine," said Cynthia, "show me how hard you are."
Henry didn't hesitate, he slid his jeans and underwear off. Cynthia reached out and grabbed his erection and stroked it a few times.
"Now close your eyes," said Cynthia.
Henry did as he was told. He heard clothes hitting the floor and her jeans being unzipped.
"Open," said Cynthia.
He opened his eyes and saw Cynthia standing naked before him, she was flawless, but her tits, they weren't the small perky A cups from her photos these were a large C cup maybe even a D.
"They're Cs," she said, "I had them done a little while ago. I wanted to, they were the only part of me I was unhappy with."
"Whatever makes you happy," said Henry.
"Do you want to touch them?" asked Cynthia.
"I don't just want to touch your breasts," said Henry.
"Let's start with that," said Cynthia, "I haven't been with anyone since I had them done and I don't know how they'll feel."
Henry got off the couch and cupped her breasts in his hands. He gave them a gentle squeeze and she gasped.
"Are they sensitive?" asked Henry.
"Yes," moaned Cynthia as he gave them another, firmer, squeeze, "no one used to pay attention to them before."
He cupped one of her breasts and sucked on her nipple. She grabbed the back of his head and held him to her before pulling him off of her.
"You like tits don't you," she said as she walked away from him and took a seat on the couch, "it feels so good to have them played with."
"They're amazing," said Henry.
"You probably want to go to town on them," said Cynthia.
"I would love that," said Henry.
"Ok," she said, "take a seat next to me."
Henry did and she climbed onto his lap and pressed her breasts into his face holding him between them. She finally let him free of her breasts.
"They're all yours," said Cynthia.
Henry grabbed her breasts squeezing them and licking one of her nipples. Cynthia reached down between her legs and slid two of her fingers into herself. He flicked his fingers slowly over her nipples and Cynthia bit her lip moaning as she fingered herself quickly.
Cynthia was on the verge of orgasm and Henry pinching the nipples on her new tits put her over the edge.
Cynthia collapsed onto Henry who was as turned on as he'd ever been.
"Do you want to fuck my tits?" asked Cynthia, "do you want to cum on them?"
Henry nodded and Cynthia laid back on the couch and Henry climbed on top of her putting his dick between her tits. She pressed her breasts together and he started to slide his dick between them. Watching her orgasm on top of him had him on the verge of busting after a few moments. He gave a few last thrusts and shot his cum onto her neck.
"That was so fucking hot," said Cynthia as cum ran down the side of her neck.
After they cleaned up she showed him out and said she'd be in touch.
About a week went by and he couldn't wait to see Cynthia again, as much as he liked her new boobs he wanted to actually be with her.
Finally she texted him and told him to meet her at a bar near her.
He got to the bar and had no trouble finding Cynthia, she was surrounded by guys checking her out. She wore a blue silk top with a plunging neckline, her nipples poking through the thin fabric. She motioned for him to take a seat with her and the guys dispersed.
"This is great," she said, "people can't take their eyes off me."
"I can see why," said Henry.
"You won't be able to take your hands off of me," she said grabbing his thigh.
She finished her drink and he drove her back to her place. They got inside and Cynthia immediately lost her top, skirt and panties. As Henry took his clothes off Cynthia procured a bottle of lube. She poured the lube onto her breasts and rubbed it onto them before getting to her knees in front of him.
"Fuck these titties," she demanded.
This was surreal, it felt like a porno but he did as he was told. The lube made tittyfucking Cynthia even better than the first time but he was determined to make it last.
"All those guys wanted to fuck my big breasts but you get to," said Cynthia.
"I'm a lucky guy," said Henry as he continued to slide his dick between her soft breasts.
"Before I had big tits I always got compliments on my blowjob skills," said Cynthia, "would you like that?"
"Yes," pleaded Henry.
He had heard from her exes that her blowjobs were the best. She took him in her mouth and immediately tried to get him all the way in succeeding after a few tries. After holding him in for a few seconds she released his lube and saliva soaked cock before licking at his nuts.
"You're going to squeeze my titties," said Cynthia, "and play with them while I blow you, if you can hold out until I finger myself to orgasm I will let you have me however you want."
She started to rub her already wet pussy while she licked up Henry's dick sucking the tip for a bit before taking him in her mouth. He grasped her breasts squeezing them hard as bobbed her head on his dick. He rubbed his fingers in circles around her nipples as she again took him all the way in her mouth. Her nipples were getting hard from the attention and he gave them a pinch as she took him out of her mouth before sucking on his balls.
He cupped her breasts squeezing them softly as he dragged his fingers towards her nipples.
Cynthia moaned leaning against him as she rubbed her clit. As her orgasm subsided she grabbed his dick with both hands and stroked him furiously before taking him into her mouth. She stroked and sucked him as he held the back of her head in his hands. He pushed himself further into her mouth and she let him guide her doing as he willed.
He finally let her go and she resumed stroking his dick.
"You're going to cum on my tits," she said cupping her breasts for him.
Henry stroked himself looking down at Cynthia before shooting strings of cum onto her boobs.
After they were dressed she showed him out, in one week he was to see her, she would be wearing an outfit of his choosing.
He got to her house and she let him in she was wearing the same outfit she had worn to the coffee shop that day.
"So how do you want me?" asked Cynthia as she pressed her body against his, "you want to dominate me, you want to deny me, you want my ass?"
He pulled her in and kissed her holding her waist. Once their kiss had ended he kissed her neck and grasped her ass with both hands.
"This is really what you want?" moaned Cynthia.
"Yes Cyn," said Henry.
He got to his knees and unzipped her jeans sliding them and her panties over her ass. He kissed her ass cheek as he got her out of her pants before licking her pussy softly. She was already soaked and he wanted to give her at least a little one with his mouth. He squeezed her ass as he licked her making small circles around her clit with his tongue. He felt her shiver as she orgasmed and clung to him for support.
"Take your scarf off," he said before sliding two of his fingers into Cynthia who replied with a moan before tossing it off.
He got to his feet and led her down the hall to her bedroom. He pushed her down on the bed, pulled his clothes off and climbed on top of her. He entered her slowly as she gasped, slowly he pushed himself all the way in.
He grasped her breasts which remained covered by the tight black sweater she was wearing and kissed her as he slowly pushed himself in and out of her. He quickened his pace a bit drawing a moan from Cynthia who grasped his back.
