Last chapter before her next fill:
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The bar was basic. It had a center area with countertops on all sides, high top tables around the outside, a few TVs airing B level sports and no walls, which allowed the ocean breeze to flow through unhindered. Brooke and Jenna strutted in, fake tits on display expecting all eyes to turn. To their dismay, the eyes that were there did turn but the clientele was seriously lacking; a few guys in their early 30s sat scattered around the bar with a few couples at the high tops. Brooke immediately noted that none of the guys whose bulging eyes were now transfixed on her chest really stood out as being all that attractive. She loved to tease guys she knew were beneath her but she was ready to try for the next level. She wanted to work a little.
“Four shots of Patron, please,” Jenna said to the bartender.
“Four shots coming up,” he replied stone-faced . Brooke had initially overlooked the bartender but the more she looked at him the more her interest grew. He was wearing basic bartender attire: jeans, a gray V-neck T-shirt and a half-sleeve tattoo that wandered down to his elbow. His arms were toned and upper body looked well-built . The one detail, despite his seemingly powerful physique were the glasses her wore which completed shifted his image. He kind of looked like a fit nerd.
Less than a minute later he came back and laid out the shot glasses and began pouring.
“Limes and salt?” he asked, staring Brooke square in the eyes. Brooke stared back. His gaze was mesmerizing. What amazed her more was the fact that his eyes never wavered down to her absurdly generous cleavage on full display.
“Yes…please,” Brooke muttered. She was trying to wrap her head around the fact that this guy didn’t seem interested in her or Jenna in the slightest. For some reason that made her want him. Before she could get too lost in her own head, Jenna grabbed a shot and spoke up.
“Here’s to new friends, huge tits and tequila.” She and Brooke clinked glasses and threw back their first shot. Brooke saw the bartender glance over. She quickly grabbed the second and threw it back trying to maintain her eye contact with him. He looked away, seemingly not interested.
“Shit I didn’t know we were on to the second so quickly!” exclaimed Jenna who grabbed her second shot and threw it back with ease. The two stood there for a second adjusting to the taste. They were both leaning against the bar on one elbow, facing each other. Their 3700 combined CCs of saline were mere centimeters away from touching.
They looked at each other for a second before smiling. Jenna motioned to the bartender for four more shots. He nodded in agreement. As he made his way around behind the bar, Brooke’s searing gaze followed him. She was determined to get through to him. Women stared at her tits, guys of all shapes, sizes and marital statuses stared…so why wasn’t this guy? She knew she looked good. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head.
“I’ll be back in two minutes. Don’t take those shots without me,” Brooke said and with one quick motion, grabbed one of her shopping bags and stepped into the women’s restroom. She stripped off her top and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.
“What the fuck?” she thought to herself.
“I look sexy as hell. I’d do me with these.” and she reached up to give her tits a squeeze. Brooke posed in ways that made her feel sexiest before reaching into her bag and pulling out the metallic bikini she’d bought earlier. She pulled it up to her monstrous tits and began the battle of tying it off around her neck and back.
After a few minutes, she was comfortable that the strings were triple-knotted tight enough to keep her balloons in. She looked in the mirror: the tension she’d maintained when tying off her top had somehow managed to make her implants look even more perky. The shiny material was glistening in the dim bathroom light. Her heals made her legs look extra long in her tight jeans.
“Something’s missing,” she thought. Brooke reached up and let her hair fall naturally. It looked a little messy but it was long and full and paired with her outfit made her look like she was ready for a photo shoot. She smiled to herself, grabbed her things and walked back to the bar.
“Fuck…me,” said Jenna wide eyed.
“I’m pretty sure every guy here is hard as a rock right now. Those tits…look…MASSIVE!”
“Not every guy,” Brooke replied sheepishly. The bartender wasn’t paying any attention to her. A pretty blonde had sat down at the bar while she was in the bathroom. She had a nice body but was flat as a board. The worst part was that the bartender was leaning on the counter talking to her and he was smiling!
Jenna noticed Brooke’s frustrated look.
“Hey…are you into that guy?”
“Crap. I think so. He’s barely acknowledged me since we got here. I mean, look at me right now. I look like a *WOMAN*! I mean, a hot *WOMAN*, but still! What’s the deal? Am I not…big enough? Hot enough?”
“Hun, you’re massive. Your tits look unreal and you look sexy as hell from top to bottom. You don’t need his stupid lust. Every guy here wants to be on you right now although I’m not sure any of them could handle you,” Jenna replied looking around at the guys who were attempting to sneak glances at their giant fake tits but were failing to make it discrete. Brooke reached out and grabbed a shot.
“Hey you’re not leaving me behind this time,” Jenna said and tossed back her tequila. Brooke followed. The two raced to grab the second and threw it back with ease.
They sat there for just under ten minutes while the bartender chatted up the blonde on the other side of the bar. One of the guys at the bar motioned to the bartender and muttered something. He looked over his shoulder at Jenna and Brooke and nodded. The bartender strode over and refilled their shot glasses.
“From the guy in the blue polo,” he said emotionlessly. Now Brooke was irritated.
“Let’s try something,” she said. Brooke licked her finger and ran it down her incredible cleavage. She then poured salt on top and grabbed a slice of lime which she wedged firmly between her overfilled tits. Jenna smiled and rolled her eyes as she was becoming accustomed to doing. Brooke looked at the guy that had bought their shots and motioned with her finger for him to come over. He turned red and awkwardly sauntered over.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
“Uhhh..Charles,”
“Sit,” she said. Like an obedient dog he sat instantly. He was about 18 inches away from both sets of tits.
Brooke turned to Jenna and smiled. Jenna slowly moved closer as sexily as possible. She placed her hands gently on Brooke’s enormous chest and slowly started running her tongue down her cleavage, licking up every last grain of salt. She grabbed a shot of tequila and downed it effortlessly. Jenna turned back to Brooke and placed her hands back on her tits. She pushed them together forcing the lime to the top where she grabbed it in her mouth and sucked out every ounce of lime juice. As she resurfaced she looked at their new gentleman friend who was smiling like a complete idiot. His pleated khakis and tucked in polo really weren’t doing him any favors but they’d just given the poor guy a great show. Brooke was smiling from ear to ear and looking at Jenna. Then she turned.
“Your turn,” she whispered to Charles. She poured the salt onto her chest and placed the lime between her tits. Charles leaned forward and awkwardly licked up as much salt as he could. He threw back a shot of tequila which caused him to immediately cough and his eyes to bulge. He caught his breath before leaning in, fumbling for the lime and quickly dropped it onto the ground.
“Whoops…sorry I’m not very good at this,”
“Don’t apologize, Charlie. Did you like that?”
“I really did. That was a first. You’re…you’re both really hot,” he said before turning bright red and practically sprinting back to his seat.
By this point, the blonde across the bar was staring as was everyone else except the intended target. Brooke was flustered. She loved the feeling of being watched and desired by all these guys but this one guy was driving her crazy. She now craved his attention.
“What else can I do short of dumping these completely things out?” she thought. Just then, Jenna, flagged down the bartender.
“Yes?”
“Hey, what’s your name?”
“Mike,”
“Nice to meet you, Mike. I’m Jenna and this is Brooke. Hey we’re sorry if that made anyone uncomfortable. We’ve had a long day and just wanted to blow off some steam.”
“No worries. This place could use a little excitement.” he replied casually. He’d been looking at Jenna during the exchange but Brooke finally caught his eyes slip to her chest for half a second. She was in.
“Hey Mike, can we grab a couple of Corona’s to wash down the tequila? Those are gonna catch up with us pretty quickly,” Brooke said playfully.
“Sure thing,” he replied.
“…and any chance we can buy you a drink? Hopefully we don’t cause too much trouble tonight but we want to express our…appreciation,” she said as she stared Mike square in the eye. He paused for a second before responding.
“You guys do look like trouble…I’ll allow it. I’m a whiskey guy. It feels like a Whistlepig kind of night,” and he broke a small smile. Brooke lit up. She’d finally broken through. She looked across the bar at the blonde who now looked completely pissed.
“I win, bitch” she thought to herself.
A minute later, Mike came back with their beers and a glass of Whistlepig on the rocks.
“Cheers, ladies. Thanks for the drink,” and they all clinked glasses and took a sip. Brooke was staring at him lustfully. Mike let his eyes lock with hers for a second before turning back to the bar.
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A few hours passed and the girls continued drinking, laughing and mocking the lousy sports on TV. The bar had died down to the point where it was only Jenna, Brooke, Mike and Charles. Charles was looking a bit rough and was struggling to sit still. Mike came over.
“Hey ladies, last call. I think I’m gonna close up a little early tonight.”
“Nooo don’t kick us out just yet! We’re enjoying the…scenery,” Brooke said, clearly drunk and eyeing Mike like a piece of meat.
“Sorry ladies. Owner’s rules, not mine. Take your time though. No rush at all.”
Brooke looked over at Jenna who stared back. She let out a little grin.
“Hey Charlie, why don’t we find ourselves some cabs and get out of here,”
“Yeshh…yeah ok,” replied Charlies. Jenna escorted him out and into a waiting cab before turning back to Brooke, giving her a thumbs up and hopped in her own cab.
Mike was washing the bar with a towel and despite the basic act of cleaning, Brooke thought he looked incredibly sexy. At this point, the TVs were off and Mike had turned on some mellow music that he appeared to be singing along to. She needed to fuck him. She needed to feel his hands gripping her tits while his eyes admired her surgically enhanced chest.
“Hey, Mike?”
“Yeah, Brooke?
“I never thought this was possible but you make scrubbing a bar super sexy. I mean, I’m all bothered over here.”
“Hilarious,” he replied assuming she was being sarcastic. Brooke walked around the outside of the bar slowly, keeping her eyes on him. Mike was watching her. She made her way behind the bar and walked up to him.
“I’m serious.” She said straight-faced. Mike stared back.
“But I have to know…why were you so cold to me?” she asked.
“ehhhhh it’s complicated.” Brooke stepped closer.
“I want to know,” she said.
“We get so many beautiful women in here but everyone wants something. Most want to flirt and try to score free drinks from me or the staff. Others are here to try and meet rich men to fund their lifestyle. They all want something but never truly want someone. You get numb to it after a while. I don’t want to make generalizations but when you and Jenna first came in I just got that vibe. You’re both beautiful and…very well endowed and I’d love to be wrong but I’ve never known anyone with boobs so big and fake to be interested in anything but money. Sorry if that’s too honest.”
“You’re wrong.” said Brooke seemingly offended.
“I am?”
“Yeah. I do want something. I want you. I want you to fuck me on the bar while telling me how much you love my big fake tits. I want to feel your hands on my chest and your lips on my neck and feel you deep inside me until we both scream bloody fucking murder because we’re cumming so hard…”
Mike was wide-eyed and stepped back for a second. Brooke was afraid she’d crossed the line but the tequila had made her fearless. Suddenly, he broke into a grin. He looked around at the boardwalk which was completely dead. He dimmed the lights and motioned for Brooke to come toward him.
“Wait,” he said. Brooke paused. Mike was finally staring at her tits.
“Those. are so. fucking. big,” and he reached forward grabbing her by the hip with one hand. Brooke looked up at him in adoration as he eyed her endowments. He reached up to untie her top but Brooke stopped him. She reached over, grabbed the bottle of Whistlepig Mike had been drinking early and handed it to him.
“Watch,” she said. In perfect rhythm to the music play, she smoothly kicked off her heals and slowly shook off her jeans. Brooke stood there in her shimmering bikini and black thong, hips gently swaying to the music. She grabbed a bottle of tequila, took a big swig and hopped up on the bar where she sat with her legs crossed.
“Come here,” she said in her sexiest voice. Mike slowly walked over to her. Brooke took another swig before reaching behind her head and undoing the strings. The bikini fell away leaving her overstuffed tits fully exposed, projecting unnaturally like near spheres. They were so big and round on her body. Her upper arms were hidden as she sat there with the bottle in one hand.
Brooke slowly leaned back, resting on one elbow and motioned to her stomach. Mike understood and slowly moved his mouth to her body. She smiled and started pouring tequila down her chest, between her massive assets to her stomach were Mike was waiting. He licked up every drop as if he needed it to survive before slowly working his mouth up to her incredible tits that were standing there, jutting out dramatically as Brooke leaned back. She watched Mike work slowly, covering every inch of her tits with his tongue and hands. She loved the lustful look in his eyes as he surveyed her surgeons work.
After a few minutes, his left hand wandered down and slowly pulled her thong to the ground. He then grabbed her under the small of her back and laid her flat on the bar, her tits standing there defying every possible law of physics.
He started kissing her stomach before slowly moving lower. And then lower. And then lower until his tongue started working the insides of her thighs and beyond. Brooke arched her back in ecstasy. Her left hand still clutched the bottle as if it couldn’t let go while her right had now started aggressively playing with her own implants.
She was getting lost in the pleasure and the feeling of Mike expertly working her tight box was bringing her to the brink of explosion. Faster and faster he went. It started quietly but her moans became louder and louder as if she had no control over it. Suddenly, he kicked it into overdrive and the pressure between her legs became too much. She thrust her chest out and screamed in pure orgasmic ecstasy. After about 20 seconds, her body relaxed and she was able to come to her senses.
“Fuck that was incredible,” she said hoarsely. She moved the bottle of tequila to her lips and took a swig.
“Your turn,” she said and she leapt down. Brooke pushed Mike against the bar and started feeling the outline of his raging hard-on.
“Someone’s excited,” she said and she started undoing his jeans.
“How could I not be? You’re so hot…THOSE are so hot,” Mike responded.
“You like em big, baby?” Brooke said as *WOMAN*ty as possible while still teasing his dick.
“On you? Absolutely.”
“Oh yeah? Well I have something to tell you.”
“What’s that?”
“I’m gonna get bigger. I’m gonna get much bigger. Next time you see me these are gonna make you cum just from looking at them.” At this point Mike was struggling not to lose it. Brooke had managed to get Mike’s pants completely off and slowly lowered her mouth onto his manhood. With absolute confidence, she began working her mouth and tongue and was met with validating groans of pleasure. She continued to work for a good five minutes before Mike spoke up.
“Baby, I’m gonna cum.”
“Not yet,” replied Brooke. She leapt onto the bar and laid flat on her back with one knee up.
“I need you to fuck me.” Mike moved on top of her and just before thrusting deep into her spoke up.
“I don’t have a condom.”
“Good. Fuck me hard but I want you to cum on my overfilled fake tits,” and with that Mike forced himself into her.
They moved in rhythm on top of the bar, Mike thrusting intensely deep inside Brooke. The pace began to quicken and Brooke slowly started moaning again.
“Tell...me…you...love…these…big….tits” Brooke said between thrusts.
“They’re so fucking sexy. I can’t wait to see them even bigger. Those tits. Bigger. In that bikini. At my bar. Bouncing as we fuck. Again and again. Until you can’t stand…” The pace quickened to the point of no return. Mike was watching her tits violently bounce back and forth as he fucked her harder and faster. Her eyes were locked on his face as he watched them bounce.
Brooke was at her peak. She began arching her back, pushing her tits out. With one last powerful thrust she let out the loudest scream she’d ever mustered. Mike pulled out his throbbing erection and exploded onto her heaving chest. She watched as he came all over her plastic tits.
The two laid there for a few minutes before Brooke grabbed the bottle of tequila, took one last swig and hopped off the bar.
“That was fun.”
“…yeahhhhh,” was all Mike could reply. Brooke grabbed a towel and cleaned herself off. She quickly pulled on her clothes before Mike was even standing.
“See you soon… When I’m bigger,” she said and gave him a quick kiss before slipping off into the night.