Busty Amber

All characters in my stories are aged 18 or over.

This FANTASY story contains non consensual sex and coercion so if that's not your thing, please find an alternative story to read.

One of the main characters - Colin - is a grumpy, cantankerous old Englishman and as such, he speaks in a way that uses colloquial and slang English. Unfortunately, my original submission was rejected due to 'spelling errors' but that was because I wrote phonetically, as Colin would speak for example, he'd say 'ere' instead of 'here' because he drops his h's. I spelt 'through' as 'froo' because he doesn't pronounce 'th' correctly. I have had to correct these to allow the story to be published so if you're from the UK and reading this, I'm sure you'll be able to imagine how the gruff, cantankerous Colin would really speak in this story :-)

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"I'm feeling really nervous," Amber looked across at her Mum but her Mum was busy concentrating on finding somewhere to park in the busy industrial estate complex.

"It's really busy for this time of day," her Mum, Coleen remarked, finally managing to squeeze their smaller car (a Vauxhall Astra) between a white van and an expensive looking black Mercedes. "Do you know where you're going love?"

Amber pulled the business card that Jonathan had given her on Friday at the station, out of her bag and studied it, periodically looking up and around the business park.

"Right, it's over there," she pointed towards Unit 30.

"Do I look OK?" she looked nervously at her mother.

"You look fine honey. We've been through this. It's your first day today and you have to dress smartly to make a good impression. You'll probably find that they've got a much more relaxed dress code once you get to know them.

Amber looked down, smoothing the navy pencil skirt over her stocking covered legs, feeling the clips of her suspender straps through the fabric. The skin coloured hoisery disappeared into navy patent court shoes with 3 inch heels which made her slim legs look longer than they already were.

"I just wish I could..." Amber yanked at the sides of the matching navy jacket in a vain attempt to make the buttons meet in the middle so she could do them up and look what she considered was the smartest she could look.

"I told you - don't worry about doing the jacket up. We're in Summer Amb, it's literally just so you look smart on your first day. You'll probably not even have to wear it again, plus that blouse is super smart honey so you've really got no worries at all. You're overthinking things."

Amber's cream coloured blouse was made of a silky fabric and had a pussy bow tie at the neck. It had no buttons at the front (which her mother had purposefully suggested so as to avoid possible button gape as she knew her daughter struggled to fit into anything up top that was her regular size 8 dress size. It had a keyhole opening which started at the neck and ended just at the very top of where her cleavage line started but the opening was hidden by the drape of the silky bow that was tied at her neck. She looked conservative but of course, with a figure like Amber's, she couldn't help but look sexy at the same time. Her Mum had helped her to add some loose curls to her hair that morning and she really did look and feel very professional, despite not having a clue as to what her new job would fully entail.

"You'd better get going love. Always best to look willing on your first day." Amber's Mum smiled and leaned across to give her a little hug. Amber picked up her bag, put it on her shoulder, got out of the car and made her way towards Unit 30.

Her Mum watched as she started the engine, proud of her daughter starting full time work for the first time. Just as she was about to drive off, she saw a van career around the bend from the direction of Unit 30, there were two men driving and one of them stuck his head of of the window and yelled at Amber,

"Oh yes! VERY nice!" The shouting was followed by a wolf whistle.

Amber continued to walk, paying no attention to what was going on.

"Piss off you stupid losers!" Coleen mouthed aloud as she put the car into gear and headed off back home.

As she approached Unit 30, Amber could see the offices about 30 metres in front of her. She glanced at her phone - she was 30 minutes early. Oh well, her Mum and Dad had both told her that it showed willing and looked good to be early rather than arrive late.

'Not long now,' she thought. Although she felt very nervous, she also felt incredibly excited. Her first job!

It was only 08.34. There was nobody on reception but it was a small place so she figured she'd walk the only 3 corridors there and see if she could find Jonathan Taylor's office. It was very quiet. She figured everybody else there must start at 9am. She'd tried two out of the three corridors and was thinking of just going back and sitting in the empty reception area but thought she may as well try the last one. It led off at a right angle to where she'd come into the building and she started walking down it, looking at the framed newspaper front pages that adorned the walls. She could hear a faint noise coming from the end of the corridor but couldn't make anything out. At least she knew somebody was around. As she got nearer to the last door on the left, she knew somebody was talking in there so she slowed down and just stood, figuring she'd wait for a few minutes. She didn't want to walk in on a meeting or anything. She walked up to the door and looked at the nameplate - Jonathan Taylor - great, she was in the right place. It had gone silent. She took a few steps back and waited.

"I TOLD you, you can't expect to look like that and NOT take the consequences."

Amber presumed it was Jonathan Taylor in here. The voice was low and husky. Amber thought it sounded like somebody else in there was likely being reprimanded for wearing unsuitable attire. She was suddenly very glad that she'd dressed as professionally as possible for her first day.

"Mmmm, eh? What d'you think we're gonna think when we see a pair like that? How d'you think we're gonna feel when we're confronted with such a set eh?"

Amber felt a bit sorry for whoever it was. The voice sounded like it was getting angrier and she felt that whoever it was might be about to get fired.

"For every action, there's a RE-action and you gotta appreciate that when you wear stuff like that, certain things happen. I think you're a VERY naughty girl and I also think you're gonna have to work VERY hard to keep your job now. Ohhhh."

Amber thought she'd heard a slapping type of sound but figured that whoever was being reprimanded in there was being given another chance by Jonathan. It made her feel good about her new boss. That he cared enough about his employees to give them a chance even when they'd obviously done wrong. She felt so grateful that he'd given her this opportunity at the train station last Friday.

"Look at 'em! Fuck me, look at THOSE! Too Big! Just TOO fucking big!! Aaaaagggghhhh!! Uh. Uh. Uh."

Behind the closed door, Jonathan's cock was spewing spunk up onto his belly as he watched the 10 second clip of Amber's jiggling tits as she shone his shoes at the station last Friday. Amber obviously had no idea but was now confused by whatever it was that was being talked about behind the door. Before she had a chance to overthink it, the door burst open and Jonathan stepped out, red faced and looking like he was on a mission. Amber noticed part of his shirt wasn't tucked into the waistband of his trousers. She held out her hand and smiled her best smile...

"Good Morning Mr Taylor."

"Eh?! Oh. Yes! Erm... Good Morning Amber. His flushed face smiled at her and he reached out and shook her hand.

"I'll be with you in a minute. Oh, err... hang on..." Jonathan was on his way to the toilet to wash the remainder of the sticky spunk off his hands but he suddenly stepped back into his office and walked back to his laptop, and locked the screen.

"Please, come in and make yourself comfortable, I'll be back in a minute." He hurried out of his office as Amber walked in. She thought the office smelt rather musty. She sat down in a chair against the wall opposite the large desk and clasped her hands together. Feeling stickiness, she looked down and saw what looked like semi transparent goo. Noticing a tissue box on the window ledge, she walked over to it but found it empty when she got there so she returned to the chair and started blowing on her hands to dry them.

Jonathan had a habit of wanking before he started work each day but was now going to have to change his ways. He didn't want his lovely new employee to think he was some kind of pervert (even though he would admit to himself that he was).

"Sorry about that," Jonathan headed back into his office and shut the door behind him. "I usually have something sweet and tasty for breakfast - my weakness - and I often get a bit sticky," he chuckled, not looking at Amber as he spoke.

"Oh, that's OK. Cakes are good," Amber smiled, trying her best to make pleasant conversation with her new boss.

"Bring the chair closer my dear. Look's like we're in quarantine like this, ha."

Jonathan watched as Amber stood to move the chair closer to his desk. It was on casters so she positioned herself behind it and began to push it towards the desk. The back of the chair finished just under her bust and he couldn't help but stare as the upper part of her well filled blouse jutted forward just above the top of the chair back. Although there was no cleavage on display for him to ogle, the shape that her breasts were pushing her blouse into was more than enough to remind him that the bustiest young girl he'd ever seen was starting work for him today. She came back around to the front of the chair and sat down and he continued to watch as she smoothed her tight skirt over her legs. He hadn't yet noticed any evidence of her suspenders as she hadn't walked in front of him yet.

"So, why do you want to work here Amber? What good things do you think you could bring to us here? Actually, just before we start, would you mind just popping down the corridor and getting me some water from the cooler? You'd have walked past it on your way here."

"Oh, sure Mr Taylor." Amber smiled, pleased to be able to do something for her new boss.

Jonathan wasn't stupid. He wanted to survey her body again before completing as bland an introduction to a job as he could get away with. He watched as she walked over to the door and it was then that he knew that suspenders were holding up the sheer stockings that sheathed her slim, toned legs. Every step she took, drew the tight fabric of her skirt even tighter against her upper thighs and backside and he could clearly see the clips that fastened to the stops of her stockings. Like most men, Jonathan thought that stockings and suspenders were some of the sexiest clothing that a woman could wear but also like many men, he was disappointed that many women favoured tights these days. The thought of such a sexy garment under such a professional looking work outfit was sending little frissons of teasing excitement through his dick. As she left his office, he quickly rushed over to the door and watched as her sexy backside wiggled its way down the corridor toward the water cooler. He imagined how her peachy cheeks would feel sat on his lap and so wanted to give them a squeeze to test their firmness. As she began to fill the plastic cup with water, he went back to sit down.

"Here we are." Amber walked towards Jonathan's desk, offering the cup of water in her outstretched hand. He couldn't help but stare openly at the very obvious movement beneath her gererously filled, silky blouse. As she leaned slightly to put the cup on his desk, the ribbon ties at the top of her blouse swished ever so slightly sideways giving him an unexpected glimpse of the top of where her deep cleavage began.

'Bloody hell', Jonathan thought to himself as memories of looking down Amber's dress at the train station flooded back into his mind. 'I really need to fuck you so good. And I will.'

Jonathan was no stranger to flings and one night stands. He'd chosen to stay unmarried so he could play the field as and when he felt like it. His first criteria for any conquest was a big, natural pair of tits. Other qualities would depend on what he felt like at the time but so fixated was he with big tits that he'd often sacrificed everything else just to get his hands on an amazing looking pair.

Many of the women had been his employees at some stage or other. He hadn't been choosy with ages either. He'd once dated a mature woman in her mid 50s as her huge tits had looked so amazing in the sweaters she used to wear to work but it hadn't lasted long. On the first night they were intimate together, Jonathan was disappointed to see a very functional, plain bra encasing the huge tits that he had fantasised about and as the woman had removed her bra, smiling at him as she did, the tits that had looked so proud and exciting dropped down past her naval. His erection disappeared as quickly as the woman's smile when she heard him say that he'd received an urgent message and needed to leave.

He'd also dated a Spanish girl - Marcia - who he'd employed as a housekeeper for a while. The 22 year old didn't speak much English but had an amazingly sexy body; she was petite and toned at barely 5 feet tall, olive skinned and with the deepest brown eyes he'd ever looked into but it was her tits - that he defined as perfect at the time - that were her big draw. She wasn't overly big but her full C cup breasts stuck out from her chest in almost a straight line. Absolutely no sag at all but the sexiest little bounces every time she moved. The shape of her tits made them look even bigger than her bra size would suggest and Jonathan would often come home from the office at lunchtime just to suck on her dark, wide areola and tease her sensitive nipples into big points. God she was sexy, and throughout his various encounters with women, he'd discovered that the best sex was the sex he could get from an innocent girl. One with not much experience. One who was so eager to please and do everything right. Marcia had frequently sought his assurance that she was doing everything right for him in terms of looking after his home. With her weak grasp of English, Jonathan had had to reassure her with his actions as opposed to words and of course, those actions were taking every opportunity he could to grope her beautiful firm tits, to feed her willing pussy with his dick and to 'allow' her to kiss and worship his cock as a 'treat' for her. He'd told her that if she wasn't doing a good job, he wouldn't 'love' her as much and wouldn't be doing all these wonderful things to her.

Marcia had made a lot of money since working for Jonathan but ever since she'd left to go back to Spain, he'd not employed another cleaner.

Some of the women that Jonathan had 'conquered' had become very upset when he'd finished with them. You see, much as he knew what he wanted and would use every devious means at his disposal to get it, he never came across as the dirty old man that he was. He would treat each of his 'targets' with courtesy and good manners, often buying them little treats, throwing them compliments and just generally being a really nice guy. That way, it made it so much easier to get them on side, especially the younger ones. They looked up to him, in awe of his status and achivements with the newspaper, his big house and several cars. So when he finished with them (as he always would because he always craved the next new adventure) they'd be heartbroken as he'd been so nice to them that they genuinelly thought there might be some kind of future, marriage etc. But not for Jonathan, and one thing was certainly true, he was very much up for his next adventure and totally knew he'd found it in his new employee.

"Right, err, thanks for the water, I'll start again shall I?" he grinned. "So, why do you want to work here Amber? What good things do you think you could bring to us here?"

Amber crossed her legs and began to speak.

"Well, as I told you, I don't have any experience of this type of work but as the original advertisement asked for, I think I have a bright personality, I try to be cheerful with everyone I meet and I'm very empathetic. I care about other people and like helping them, that's why I raised that money for the charity at the station last week. I also...."

Jonathan was only catching some of the words as Amber continued to speak. He was bored. He didn't care why she wanted the job, he wanted to turn the conversation around to something that interested him. Her. He cut across as she was speaking...

"What does your boyfriend do?"

The question had taken Amber by surprise. She wasn't expecting anything like that.

"I...I don't have a boyfriend."

"Oh. I'm surprised. A pretty girl like you. How old are you"

"I'm 18," Amber felt her cheeks redden a little and she just looked downwards.

Jonathan's cock twitched slightly as she revealed her age. He took the opportunity to cast his gaze over her amply filled blouse again.

"Well, I wouldn't worry, you might meet somebody here you click with?"

Amber partially looked up and smiled and looked down again.

"At first, you'll be doing a lot of what we call 'fetching and carrying', Jonathan explained. "Everything from opening and distributing post to helping out across all departments, to getting lunches and filing. Sometimes, you'll need to assist on tasks or outside jobs but that wouldn't usually be until you've been here a few months. Some of the tasks you might feel like you don't want to do but obviously, it's all a learning curve and you said you wanted to learn. Oh, and sometimes you'll be required to work at one of our other offices but none of them are more than one train or bus ride away. Does that sound OK?"

"Oh yes, very!" Amber had no intention of hiding her eagerness. She desperately wanted this job not only because she knew it would lead to her dream of owning a horse of her own but also because she wanted to be useful, to learn new skills and put some of the benefit of her excellent exam grades to good use.

"Well, I'm very pleased I've hired you young lady. I think you'll be a valuable asset to me. Err... I mean to us. To the business."

"Thank you SO much Mr Taylor! You don't know how grateful I am for this opportunity."

'I think I might find out,' Jonathan thought silently to himself. He was starting to feel horny and when he felt like that, he'd often engineer a situation so that it would excite him.

"OK, so I need to take a head and shoulders shot for your ID pass, is that OK?" Jonathan picked up his phone and opened the camera app. It didn't even occur to Amber that an official company photograph should be taken with a digital camera and not on somebody's personal smartphone.

"Could you go and stand with your back against the plain wall over there please?"

"Sure," Amber smiled, giving her new boss the opportunity again to survey her shapely backside as she walked towards the wall. Jonathan's cock twitched as he glanced at the indentations of the suspender clips beneath her skirt.

"Great, now can you fasten your jacket please?" Jonathan knew full well that there was no way that the dainty size 8 jacket would do up over Amber's large bust and was looking forward to seeing her reaction to his request.

Amber's cheery expression dropped. She knew she wouldn't be able to fasten the jacket but didn't want to disappoint her boss so she simply pulled at the sides of the jacket as if trying to fasten them closed. She even started to wiggle a little just to see if there was any way she could force the buttons together.

Jonathan smirked as he watched the young girl's pathetic attempts to achieve the impossible. He was enjoying the way her hands mashed into her chest as she wrestled with the sides of the jacket. Whenever she pressed down, he could clearly see the outline of titflesh being pushed elsewhere within her blouse and as if he didn't already know, this was confirmation that his new employee was indeed, extremely busty. Christ, how he'd love to know her bra size.