Ditzy Model Gets Dominated ~ PM Interest

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Spoiler alert; this thread will potentially involve some drug/alcohol abuse and some really rough, depraved sex. If this isn't something that interests you, please don't read further. If it does, well enjoy the show!

Of course, everybody in this story is fake, not real, part of my twisted imagination, etc. Everybody that matters is over 18 and adult.

I'm looking for someone to play as Derek West; someone from Georgia's past who has been obsessing over her body ever since she became a model. If you're at all interested in playing as a dominant pervert, give me a PM! I'll remove this part once I find somebody.

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*Sigh*​

I entered my place, tossing my bag onto the couch while I turned the lights on, illuminated by two bedroom condo with a great view of the Chicago skyline. Maybe I would have appreciated the view a little more if I wasn't so exhausted, what with my so-called two hour photo-shoot stretching to about three hours. Locking the door behind me, I kicked off my heels and made my way to the washroom; taking the time to splash some cold water on my face in order to remove some of my makeup. It was relaxing in its own right, up until I heard my phone vibrate on the counter. I picked it up and saw the text I received from my manager, Drew. Yep, I was in a relationship with my manager and no, it really didn't affect my work in any way. But that's besides the point, the text message I got was:

"Hey babe! Great work today :heart: Be sure to put up a picture on social media. See you tomorrow!"

With a smile on my face, I texted him back. We've been going out since I turned twenty, so just about two years now. Our relationship has been pretty sweet, despite the fact that we haven't had sex yet. What, surprised? Well, I wasn't a virgin or anything - I mean, I had awkward sex a few times with my first boyfriend but after a bad breakup, decided that it was best to wait until I was married. I said despite earlier mainly because I always hear how intimacy is an important part to any relationship, when maybe that wasn't the whole truth. Point is, my relationship with Drew was perfect and I couldn't be happier that we were engaged.

With a glass of wine in hand, I made my way to my laptop and viewed my social account. 28,000 "friends" and counting! I didn't think that the number was a big deal or anything, but Drew said that it was important for marketing purposes. I wasn't to argue and besides, I found that this website was fantastic to get in touch with my fans and occasionally, a fantastic way to get in touch with people. Especially with some ex-classmates of mine back when I was in high school. God, people were just so mean!

Oh, what do I mean by that? Well, back in high school, I was known as "Surfboard" - a nickname given to me because I was really flat and tall when I was at West Hill High. Yep, I wasn't the sex bombshell that many know me as now, posing for swimsuits and all sorts of outfits. I was some ditzy woman who didn't really see her place in the world. I suppose knowing that some people who teased me relentlessly might across my page and maybe feel regret for treating me so bad...well, it made me feel kind of good!

In most part because I was a lot different now. I was still tall (duh), standing at about 5'10" without any heels on. But my body was completely different; my body more toned and my ass being a cute round bubble butt. The most noticeable difference was my chest though; going from a meager A cup to a whopping 30K cup in just about two years and a half after graduating high school! You read that right, 30K cup. They often got in the way, knocking things down if I wasn't too careful about moving around tight corners of my place, but it was a small price to pay, you know.

But anyway, moving on to the subject at hand...

I posted the picture that Drew sent me, one that was in black and white for an "artsy" look, with me laying down on the shore. I remember this photo from just a few days ago, mainly because of how uncomfortable my big chest felt pressing against the hard surface! Well, they say that a picture is worth a thousand words, so here it is:


Well what really surprised me was the fact that not even five minutes after, I got this private message:


Who's Derek West? He was my high school crush and honestly, one of the biggest jerks that I have ever met! Not only did he poke fun over how flat I was, but he only made fun of how ditzy I could be in high school. The thing is was that he was awfully hot in his own way and honestly, his mean and perverted personality made him (somehow) even more attractive. So here I was, completely shocked that he messaged me like this out of the blue. I asked Drew over what to do next and...

"I don't know babe, honestly having him notice you might be the best revenge you could have." he texted me "You can try to catch up if you like. Maybe invite him at our Christmas party later this week."

"Really? That's ok?" I answered back, typing really quickly now.

"Yeah the more the merrier! :)"

And so, that's why I wrote back:

"Oh hey Derek! It's been I'd love to catch up! How have you been? :)"

 
When I first saw Georgia's picture I didn't recognise her, I mean, the difference between the flat chested gal I dated in high school and now is unbelievable. Those days I wasn't so obsessed with big boobs as I am now. That is all down to Kelly Hopkins who I dated later, but that's a story on it's own.
Anyway once I realised it was Georgia in the picture I just had to get in touch hoping to meet for coffee just get a closer look at those huge puppies. I was ecstatic when she agreed to meet up for a catch up. The next day couldn't come quick enough.
I just hoped that I'd get a chance to find out f they were real or silicone, they looked real and natural in the photo.

The next day I arrived at the coffee shop early in order to get a table where I could sit next to you and get close to you and those amazing tits that were obsessing me. I had made a special effort dressing in my best slacks and shirt partially unbuttoned to show off my pecs which had also developed since high school. At a shade over six foot and wavy blonde hair I both looked and felt good. I kept looking at my watch and the door wondering if you had changed your mind.
 
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I was a bit nervous, going to meet someone from high school now. It was one thing to get attention from them online, but meeting someone - especially a crush from high school - was an entirely different story. Still, I persevered and got through my fears, making my way to a cafe where we decided to meet up. I came in, dressed in a pair of jeans and a tight black blouse. I wondered if this blouse was too small for me, or specifically my chest, seeing that the buttons were doing their best to stay closed but was obvious that the fabric was stretched with my breasts and supportive bra inside. It was obscene, but it definitely showed how big they were.

Anyway, so I walked in and sitting at a table was a familiar blond man from high school. With some anxiety, I walked towards the table and said "Derek West! It's been a while!" with a big smile on my face.
 
There she was making an entrance that would have shamed all the busty models in the world. Her jeans tight around her cute bubble butt ass and her tight black blouse fighting to contain her magnificent rack and hopefully at some point it would lose the battle and pop a couple of buttons.
Trying hard not to stare got to my feet and offered Georgia the chair next to me after giving her a peck on the cheek.

"Long time babe" I said by way of starting a conversation "So you're a swimsuit model nowadays, how did you get into that?"

Thinking to myself 'How the hell do they get you into the swimsuits?'

Jeez my manners don't seem to have improved much, still black coffee no sugar?"
 
"Long time babe" he said with a peck on the cheek, motioning me to sit down next to him. I did, although almost chuckling over how he called me babe. I knew that this was because of my body now - there was no way in hell that he would have ever called me that a few years ago. Still, I gave him the benefit of the doubt and sat "So you're a swimsuit model nowadays, how did you get into that?"

"Oh, well it's a long story...I mean it all started when I moved to LA a few years ago. I got a small modeling job and it sort of escalated from there, you know?"
I said with a smile, trying not to seem too giddy. It was Derek and from the looks of things, he hasn't changed much. My thoughts were quickly interrupted when he continued:

"Jeez my manners don't seem to have improved much, still black coffee no sugar?"

"Yes please." I said with a grin. "How about you? What have you been up to?"
 
"Me? oh this and that, at the moment I'm acting as an agent for some new girl band that for some unfathomable reason the kids seem to love"

Only partly true as I was banging the lead singer and went to all their gigs.

"No ring on your finger so you're not married yet, anyone on the horizon?"

I wasn't interested but needed to know if there would be any competition once I really turned on the charm. As I spoke I watched your eyes as they would be a dead giveaway as to whether you were serious with anyone.
 


"Me? oh this and that, at the moment I'm acting as an agent for some new girl band that for some unfathomable reason the kids seem to love"

"Ooh an agent of a band?"
I answered, wondering if they were local or something "Maybe you can get me some tickets."

"No ring on your finger so you're not married yet, anyone on the horizon?"

Was I serious with someone? Well, I had a boyfriend but we haven't really talked about getting married or anything. Sure, he was my manager, but again it wasn't as if I had a ring on my finger. Still, while I was somehow tempted to lie (I mean I was enjoying how my high school crush wanted to meet me so bad), I knew that it would be wrong. Duh.

"Yep, I'm in relationship with my manager, believe it or not." I finally replied with a laugh. I sipped from my coffee, before putting it back down. "How about you?" I then asked curiously.
 
"Nah, you know me , I prefer to be footloose and fancy free"

Casually dropping my hand halfway up your your well muscled thigh and squeezing gently , remembering how you always reacted by opening your legs, This time though you took a deep breath and your top button popped open. Chuckling, I squeezed again.

"You have grown up a lot since High school Hon."

I remarked for the first time making an oblique reference to your chest as if I had only just noticed.
 
"Nah, you know me , I prefer to be footloose and fancy free"

Casually dropping my hand halfway up your your well muscled thigh and squeezing gently , remembering how you always reacted by opening your legs, This time though you took a deep breath and your top button popped open. Chuckling, I squeezed again.

"You have grown up a lot since High school Hon."

I remarked for the first time making an oblique reference to your chest as if I had only just noticed.
 
Oh god that was so embarrassing...

The top button of my blouse just popped open and I just prayed that Derek didn't see that. Truth be told, it was his fault - I tensed up whenever I felt my thigh being squeezed and without even realizing it, I found myself opening them up. I chuckled when he said "You have grown up a lot since High school Hon.", trying to ignore his hand on my thigh as I replied "Thanks, I think we've all had", not really noticing the reference to my massive chest.

I then came up with an idea to pass the time and get to know each other a little better. I went back, to my memories of high school when everyone played truth or dare at the school, before suggesting "Hey, you know what was fun in high school? Truth or dare! Want to play now or am I being too childish" with a grin on my face.
 
Georgia blushed as her button popped open and revealed just a little of the firm creamy white flesh AND just as I remembered, her legs automatically parted slightly as if in invitation, but it was too early to show my hand yet.

The conversation stalled until Georgia suggested truth or dare that we had played at High School, sometimes with hilarious or embarrassing results.

"Sure, why not? I'll go first, Truth, do you like your huge tits babe?"
 
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"Sure, why not? I'll go first, Truth, do you like your huge tits babe?"

I gasped loudly, with that slowly turning into a smile. Was he serious? God, Derek really hasn't changed - he was always such a pervert...although he wasn't with me, back in high school. I chuckled for a bit, moving my coffee cup anxiously before I finally answered "Okay, fine. I...guess I like my huge tits", almost embarrassed by my answer and by that choice of words.

"Okay then hotshot. Truth - do you like my huge tits?" I asked, almost in revenge.
 
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I chuckled loudly as I had crawled out of Melanies bed only yesterday morning before seeing Georgia's picture.

!That's easy, what do you think? what man in his right mind wouldn't want to get his paws on them babies.n Now unbutton your blouse and lay your tits on the table, unless you're chicken of course"

I grinned slyly as I knew you didn't like to lose at anything. So I waited for you to show me what I wanted
 
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"That's easy, what do you think? what man in his right mind wouldn't want to get his paws on them babies. Now a are unbutton your blouse and lay your tits on the table, unless you're chicken of course"

"What?" I asked again in disbelief, checking around to see if anyone was looking. "Are you crazy Derek? Why would I..." I said, before I thought over how great it would feel to prove this man wrong. The man who teased me all over high school and gave me the opportunity to shoot him down. Without saying anything else, I began to unbutton my blouse, showing more of my 32JJ cup breasts encased in a black bra, laying the huge mounds on the table. My breath was a bit heavy, as I glanced around to see if anyone was looking - even forgetting about my side of the Truth or Dare!
 
I forgot to pretend not to stare as you unbuttoned your blouse and your huge tits seemed to fight each other to be the first one out. Eventually after a bit of a struggle they were out laying on the table although still encased in a black reinforced lace bra.
I stood up and moved to the other side of the table to get a better view of your two gigantic mounds and let out a low whistle.

"WOW, Georgia they are really magnificent, I'm liking them more by the second.

I couldn't resist the temptation and stroked the quivering top flesh with the pads of my fingers feeling the soft firmness and elasticity. Nope, definitely no silicone there, these were the genuine article. Becoming bolder as you made no attempt to stop me I slid my hands underneath each one and jiggled them up and down, grinning at you wickedly as the flesh began to ripple and bounce.

"I am really impressed babe, I have a couple more truth questions regarding thes babies so if you still want to play, shoot."
 
"Oh!" I giggle when I felt his fingers just go and press the top of my breasts, stoking the top curve of my massive boobs right here in the open! Sure, I had my supportive black bra on, but still! I glanced around, glad to see that the cafe was pretty much empty and that we were in a more or less secluded zone. But still...

A gasp then escaped my lips, feeling his hands slide underneath my bra and holding the underside of both massive tits, jiggling them up and down in front of me! I looked down for a moment, watching as my hefty orbs jiggled and rippled in front of me. My eyes went back to Derek's, noticing with wicked grin as he said: "I am really impressed babe, I have a couple more truth questions regarding thes babies so if you still want to play, shoot."

"So uh...Truth. What are you thinking about right now?"
I asked, watching as he bounced them like this. Honestly, no one had ever played with my tits like this before, so this was a pretty new (albeit lewd) experience for me!
 
What was I thinking about right now? I had so many crazy thoughts in my head I couldn't answer for a moment but then I blurted out the fact that I was thinking how incredible it would feel to slide my cock between those mammoth tits.
"My turn now babe, truth, just how big are these babies?" Still bouncing them in my hands with a big stupid grin on my face and squeezing them together so they popped out of their lace cups and I was faced with a pair of dark brown hard crinkled nipples surrounded by lighter brown areola the size of saucers.
This caused a sudden disturbance in my pants and all thoughts of just a friendly coffee disappeared and I began working on a plan to lure you into bed.
I knew it would take time to come to fruition but it would happen.
 
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