My name is Suzie, and people think of me as the wholesome girl-next-door. I’m cute and intelligent with a killer body. I’m a size zero with 32D-23-34 measurements. I have tight abs and work out every day to stay in shape. It’s my passion.
I graduated from college two years ago, and work in sales for a large industrial company. My steady boyfriend is two years older and works for the same company. We met each other at the company. Fortunately, our company doesn’t have one of those outdated policies that prohibit employees from dating. Ken works in marketing and develops market strategies, while I concentrate on sales. He does the thinking and I do the selling. We are a good pair and have become very close.
We are paid well and have extra money for vacations and hobbies. We live together and share an upscale apartment. Both Ken and I are athletic and competitive. We don’t have much money in the bank, but aren’t worried in the least. We have plenty of time to save. Being young, this is our time to enjoy life and experience new adventures. We like to travel and wish we had more free time.
Even though I am naturally a shy person, I’ve pushed myself to be more outgoing. I’ve always been confident, and know men think I’m the ‘cutest thing they’ve ever seen’. Those are their words, not mine. I also know I have a killer body. Even though I am shy, I’m not beyond wearing a small bikini that drives the guys crazy. You can’t hide nice full D-cup tits in a small bikini top. Ken tells me that all his friends are envious of him for having me as his girlfriend.
Ken and I have a good sex life. We fuck at least five times a week. Ken is mesmerized by my tits. He can’t keep his hands off them. I think he would fondle them all night long if I let him. I guess it’s fair to say my tits are my best asset.
Ken, like most men, invariably asked me about my past sex life. I don’t know why men are so obsessed with knowing how many other guys their girlfriend fucked. I could care less how many girls Ken fucked in the past. I was honest when I told Ken I wasn’t sure since I didn’t keep count. I remember saying, “Ken, I’ve always had a steady boyfriend, in high school and college. I was sixteen when I lost my virginity. I do remember that awkward night in the backseat of his older brother’s car. I still can’t believe I fucked my boyfriend while his brother watched. He had his girlfriend in the front seat, but I could tell he looked back to check on his little brother. I was topless, and he had a lecherous grin on his face when he stared at my tits. They weren’t as big as they are now, but they were still pretty large and very perky.”
Ken gets aroused when I recount fuck stories from my past. I remember when he asked me how many different cocks penetrated my pussy. I thought that was pretty crude, but I know that’s how guys think. Dirty pigs, one and all. I answered his question with a smile on my face and said, “Let’s see. I had six or eight boyfriends in high school and another four or five in college. So that’s about a dozen different cocks that penetrated my pussy, to use your words. Add another six or eight during wild spring break vacations when I was between boyfriends, and I think we can estimate I’ve had the pleasure of humping about twenty boys. And, if you throw in two college professors, it’s twenty boys and two men.”
Most women lie when asked that question, and we all do get asked. I laugh to myself thinking some guys are so naive as to think their attractive girlfriend, in her twenties, only fucked three other guys. Really, that’s absurd. Women get horny, just like men, and we can get fucked whenever we want. One-night stands are a regular thing for professional women too busy to have a steady boyfriend. We can go to a bar, chat with a cute guy, and go back to his apartment for a good fuck whenever the urge hits us. That’s not my way, but I know a lot of women joke to each other about their one-night stands. I’ve had a few, but didn’t share that with Ken. I didn’t want him to think of me as a slut.
Ken was a little shocked with my answer, and replied, “That’s a lot of cocks. I’ve only been with four other women. I know it’s really not any of my business, and I did ask. I never did the spring break thing, and I can just imagine you in a tiny bikini attracting a lot of attention.”
As I said, Ken is always aroused when he asks me about my past experiences with other boys. I rather enjoy seeing him get hard. He subconsciously rubs his cock when we talk. During the first inquisition, I was pretty bold when I asked, “Ken, you look pretty worked up. Do you want to beat-off? Why don’t you masturbate in front of me while I tell you a story about spring break. I like to watch men beat-off. Most of my past boyfriends beat-off when I was topless. And I liked to masturbate in front of them.”
I took off my top and Ken removed his pants. His cock was hard. He stroked the hard shaft as I continued my story. I said, “Ken, those college spring breaks are wild. The girls want to fuck as much as the guys. We’d play drinking games and get naked in a big room. I liked being topless in front of a dozen horny guys. It was just a matter of which one I’d fuck. Over a long weekend, there would be a lot of fucking. It was all harmless fun.”
Ken shot off a huge load of cum as I told him about being topless in front of a dozen horny college guys. That pushed him over the edge. And I hadn’t even shared any of the raunchy details. As I think back, there were some pretty nasty fuck sessions over spring break weekends.
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That brings me back to my time with Ken. We’ve been a steady couple for two years. He fucked me on our third date. I clearly remember sucking his cock on our third date. I was topless but not naked. We were on his couch making out as he fondled my tits. I got on my knees, unzipped his pants, took out his hard cock and gave him a blow job. I like to suck cock. I’m in total control with a guy’s hard penis in my mouth. I know from experience that guys actually like blow jobs, even more than fucking. And when they shoot off in my mouth, and I swallow their creamy cum. I own them from that day forward. A lot of women don’t like to suck cock. They are missing an opportunity to control their man. If they’d push themselves a little, they’d realize it is an easy way to keep their man under their thumb. When a boyfriend, or one-night stand, watched his cock slide between my lips, they were always mesmerized with that naughty sight. And, it’s not disgusting at all when the creamy cum gushes into your mouth. You just swallow. No big deal.
Ken enjoyed my stories. He did like to masturbate when I shared my stories. He even admitted he’d like to see me topless in front of other guys. I found that arousing as well. And, he admitted his fantasy was to watch me get fucked by another guy while he watched and beat-off. That wasn’t going to happen, but I’d play along with that fantasy, and agree that would be very naughty and exciting. I know about cuckolds, but certainly didn’t think of Ken as a wannabe cuckold. It was just sex talk.
We planned a fun vacation to St. Martin. Ken chose St. Martin because they have topless beaches. I agreed that I would go topless if that’s what he wanted. Since we wouldn’t know anybody, that’s not really a big deal. I know my tits are my best asset. And naked big tits, along with tight abs, are a turn-on for all men. Why not give them a thrill? I knew Ken and I would fuck like dogs after he watched other men ogle my naked tits.
We stayed at a very nice resort. On our first full day, we started at the pool. There were a lot of couples, with one or two topless women. Most of the women had their tops on. We picked out our chairs, I sat down, untied my bikini top and exposed my tits. Ken looked at me and said, “Holy shit, Suzie, you look great. All the men are staring at you. I’m getting hard. You are very naughty and I love it. This is going to be a great vacation.”
After thirty minutes or so, I stood up and told Ken I’d get some drinks. I paraded over to the bar with my tits flopping as I walked. I knew I was putting on a show. Ken stared at me, as did all the other men at the pool, and I felt my nipples harden. I was horny and I knew my pussy was wet. When I returned with our drinks, Ken looked at me and said, “Wow!”
I laughed and replied, “That was fun. Did your cock get hard as you watched me? Is this what you wanted to see on vacation? I will be an exhibitionist if that’s what you want. I enjoy the attention.”
Ken gulped and answered, “Yes. I’d like you to be an exhibitionist. My cock is hard. You are making my fantasy a reality and I can’t thank you enough. You have such great tits. And I still can’t believe you are topless here at the pool. I’d like to fuck you right now.”
We headed to the beach after lunch. We had eaten lunch at the outdoor bar at the pool. The other guys at the bar stared at me. Their wives glared at me. I loved the attention.
We picked our lounge chairs at the beach, and went for a walk at the water’s edge. We walked hand-in-hand with my tits bouncing and flopping as we walked. I remarked to Ken, “I’m glad no one here knows us. That would be embarrassing. Can you imagine bumping into someone we know? I don’t think I’d be comfortable showing off my tits to anyone we know.”
Ken replied, “I agree. I like to see strangers stare at your tits, but I’d be mortified if someone we know saw you topless.”
There were lots of people walking on the beach. About one in five women were topless, but most weren’t. And, most of the topless women were older and appeared to be European. I knew I had the best topless body on the beach. We walked by an older couple when I heard a voice call out, “Suzie, is that you?”
I was mortified as I turned around and saw an older guy walking back towards me. I didn’t recognize him, or his wife. He had sunglasses on and a hat. I was stunned as he came up, stuck out his hand, and said, “It’s me, John Stanford, from work. What a pleasant surprise. How nice to see you.”
Immediately, I knew who was staring at my tits. The president of our company and his wife, Joan. I wanted to run away. I wanted to cover my tits. All I could do was say, “Mr. Stanford, this is a surprise. I’m more than a little embarrassed to be standing here topless with my tits out in the open. I really don’t know what to say.”
Ken put out his hand and introduced himself. He said, “Mr. Stanford, I don’t know if we’ve ever been formally introduced, I’m Ken Johnson, and work in marketing at the company. It’s nice to see you here. Suzie and I are a little embarrassed right now, as you might imagine.”
Mr. Stanford laughed and responded, “I do think I remember you from some meetings. I know all our salespeople, like Suzie, and certainly appreciate all your hard work in marketing. Please call me John. No formalities here in St. Martin. And, don’t be embarrassed. This is St. Martin after all. Suzie is the hottest woman here. I’m actually happy to see a young couple we know. Suzie has a killer body, although I didn’t know that until now. Rest assured, I’m not going to share this with anyone from work. Suzie is very professional at work, but this is vacation. And, she does look enchanting as I see her topless. If Joan was young, I’d have no problem if she was topless. But after age fifty, a woman should keep her clothes on.”
I was nervous. Mr. Stanford was staring at my tits. My nipples were hard. I was speechless. All I could say was, “John, I am embarrassed, as I’m sure you can imagine, and hope this doesn’t change your opinion of me. I feel very awkward right now with my tits on display. We never expected to see anyone we knew.”
I called the president of our company John. Holy shit. He is very proper at work and everyone calls him Mr. Stanford. He smiled at me and, trying to put me at ease, replied, “Nothing to be embarrassed about, Suzie. You have a great body. And, not to be crude, you do have great tits. I’m trying not to stare, but can’t help myself. You look amazing.”
John then invited me and Ken to dinner with him and Joan. I don’t know if Joan was too happy with the invitation, but she didn’t hesitate to also jump in and support the dinner invitation. I felt awkward, but certainly was not going to decline a dinner reservation with our company president. We agreed to meet at their hotel at 7:00 PM.
Ken and I walked down the beach in silence. Ken finally broke the ice and said, “Holy crap, Suzie. Mr. Stanford saw you topless. He was staring at your tits like a lecherous old man. My cock was stirring as he looked you up and down. Your nipples were hard and protruding. Combine that with your string bikini bottom, and you look pretty amazing.”
I laughed and replied, “Ken, it’s John, not Mr. Stanford. And I was embarrassed, especially as I felt my nipples harden. It’s behind us now. He saw me topless, knows what my tits look like, and he seemed very pleased to be talking to us. I can’t say the same about Joan, but I’m sure she knows John was enjoying the view. Maybe he will fuck her hard tonight as he thinks about my tits.”
Ken and I enjoyed the afternoon and went back to the room to get ready for dinner. I put on a sexy sundress with lots of cleavage. I didn’t wear a bra. Ken approved of my outfit but did say, “I hope you don’t give John a heart attack tonight. You look very sexy.”
We really enjoyed our dinner. I was comfortable since I was fully clothed. My tits weren’t on display, even though the cleavage suggested a nice big set of breasts were hiding under the sundress.
As we parted company, John asked where we were staying. I told him which resort we were at. He smiled and said, “Maybe we’ll see you again tomorrow. I hope so.”
Sure enough, the next day while we were sitting in our lounge chairs at the beach, John and Joan appeared. John asked, “Can we join you guys? We don’t know anyone else here, and it’s nice to chat with people we know.”
Joan then offered, “Who’s kidding who? John wants to see your naked tits. That’s all he could talk about yesterday. I’m sure he’s glad you are topless again today. You do have nice tits. I’d show mine off if they looked like yours.”
Ken didn’t say much. We spent the morning with John and Joan. They departed around lunchtime, and said they were going into town. John then added, “Hope to see you guys again tomorrow. This was a very nice morning.”
After they departed, Ken remarked, “Yeah, he had a nice morning staring at your tits. When you rubbed suntan lotion on your tits, I thought he would lose it. You seemed to enjoy the attention. You spent more time putting the lotion on your tits than was necessary. You were teasing him on purpose. I could tell.”
I just laughed and confirmed his observation. I said, “You caught me. Did your cock get hard? I’m pretty sure John’s cock was hard. And, I’ll bet he fucks Joan good and hard before they go into town. She’s getting some benefit out of all this naughty behavior.”
I fucked Ken all night long. He was like a dog in heat. I knew exactly what was going on in his head. But I kept my thoughts to myself and simply enjoyed getting fucked.
John showed up the next morning without Joan. He told us she had enough sun and wanted to stay in the shade and read a book. He confirmed that Joan had no problem with him joining us at the beach. John sat down and we chatted. After an hour or so, I surprised Ken by asking, “Ken, didn’t you say you wanted to hang by the pool? That’s fine with me, but I’d like to stay at the beach.”
I caught Ken by surprise, but he isn’t a fool. He played along as he got up and confirmed my statement. He added, “As long as John is here to look after you. I’ll see you later.”
As Ken walked back to our pool, John seemed pretty happy. We chatted as he stared at my tits. I sat up, turned my back to John, and asked him to put some lotion on my back. He didn’t hesitate as he took the lotion, squeezed it into his hands, and rubbed it on my back. He touched the sides of my tits as he rubbed the lotion on my back. I felt really naughty. My nipples were hard. I then hesitated, but boldly asked John a question I already knew the answer to. I asked, “John, can you rub some lotion on my front? I think my tits are getting too much sun, and you already have the lotion out.”
Two seconds later, John was fondling my naked tits. He rubbed lotion all over my tits, but spent more time than necessary rubbing my hard nipples. He would have gone on all day, but enough was enough. I turned to John and simply said, “Thanks. Let’s keep this to ourselves. I don’t want Ken to know you fondled my tits, and I’m sure you don’t want Joan to know. I pretty much knew you wanted to fondle my tits, and since I’ve been flaunting them all morning, what’s wrong with some naughty fun? I assume you enjoyed yourself.”
John mumbled, “That’s the understatement of the year. I certainly won’t share this with Joan. She’d cut my balls off. Now that we’ve gotten to know each other better, can I take a photo of you? I want something to remind me this wasn’t a dream.”
I laughed and said, “Sure, I don’t mind. I know you will masturbate when you look at my topless photo. You will beat-off, won’t you? All men like to beat-off.”
John was mortified by my frank talk. But he was beyond any denial. He replied, “You understand a lot about men, don’t you? So, yes. I’m sure I’ll masturbate looking at your tits.”
I didn’t let up. I looked at John and admitted, “It does excite me to know you will be stroking your hard cock when you sneak into the bathroom and look at the photo of me topless. I can imagine you shooting a nice load of cum all over your hands. I’ve seen a lot of guys masturbate, and enjoy seeing the money shot. I masturbate in front of Ken all the time. We enjoy being naughty with each other. Masturbation is very normal. Why not enjoy it together?”
John was blown away. He looked at me and said, “You’re telling me that you and Ken watch each other masturbate? That’s crazy. Joan and I have never admitted anything like that to each other. I wish I was young again. Your generation seems much more open about sex. My generation keeps things more private. I’ve never admitted to anyone that I beat-off. I know it’s natural, but my generation is more reserved.”
John and I spent a couple of hours together. We walked on the beach as my tits flopped around. We agreed we’d meet again for dinner that night. I went back to the room and found Ken watching TV. I couldn’t wait to tell him that John had fondled my tits. I knew he would find that very exciting. I knew he wouldn’t be pissed. And he wasn’t.
Ken kept shaking his head as I told him that John had rubbed lotion on my tits. I confirmed that John paid special attention to my hard nipples. All Ken could say was, “I’m blown away. The president of our company fondled your naked tits. Isn’t that going to make for some uncomfortable situations back at work? When you see John at work, you’ll have to call him Mr. Stanford. And he’ll be only thinking about your tits.”
I said, “Well, it is what it is. I’m glad you aren’t pissed at me. And John will certainly be professional at work. It will be our little naughty secret. He even took a photo of me topless to look at when he beats off. He confirmed that he would undoubtedly masturbate when he looked at my photo in private.”
Ken was shocked. He replied, “You and John talked about masturbation? He admitted he would beat-off looking at your topless photo? That’s nuts. I have trouble even thinking about Mr.Stanford beating-off, let alone beating-off thinking of you.”
I confirmed the obvious, “We both know all men are pigs. And all men like to beat-off. John is just a normal guy. He may be the company president, but he has a cock, and it’s only natural that a be likes to stroke his hard cock in private. I’m pretty aroused knowing I’ll be on his mind when he beats his meat.”
We had several more dinners with John and Joan. We hung out at our pool and beach. I was always topless. John and I were alone one other time at the beach, after I suggested that Ken go back to our resort. John had one more opportunity to fondle my tits with suntan lotion. And, sure enough, he paid special attention to my hard nipples. The thought of fucking John actually crossed my mind. Didn’t happen, but the thought was there, and that resulted in my pussy getting very wet.
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Our vacation ended and we went back to the real world. Ken wasn’t the least bit upset that John had seen me topless and had fondled my tits. He didn’t get upset when I admitted that I thought about fucking Mr. Stanford. We were back in the real world, so it was no longer just “John.” Ken simply reminded me that we were back at work and had to act like we had never seen John and Joan in St. Martin.
My boss called me into the office with a surprise announcement. He looked at me and said, “Mr. Stanford suggested to my boss that we should promote you to senior sales associate in charge of sales to China. Almost 25% of our sales are in China and that is our most profitable market. This came out of the blue. I didn’t even know that Mr. Stanford was aware of you. I know we’ve been in a few meetings, but I’m shaking my head about this. And so is my boss. That’s not to say you can’t handle this assignment, but you will be jumping ahead of some very seasoned salespeople here at the company. I’m certainly not going to stand in your way. The job is yours along with a big raise. Mr. Stanford must have seen your recent performance review, and you did blow away your quota. But for him to make this recommendation is very unusual. He doesn’t get much involved with sales. He is the president, and we aren’t going to question his confidence in you. Make me proud.”
All I could think to say was, “Thank you. I’ll do my best.”
I was overjoyed, confused, excited, concerned, and blown away. I couldn’t wait to tell Ken, but that would have to wait until we got home. We always drove to work separately because my hours vary day-to-day depending on the demands of any particular job I am working on.
I left a little early and had a glass of wine waiting for Ken. As soon as he walked in, I ran up to him and gave him a big hug. He was confused by my spontaneous behavior. He asked me what the occasion was. I told him, as calmly as I could, about my promotion. He was dumbfounded. Ken looked at me and said, “It’s your tits. John was hypnotized by your tits. He’s in a trance. Do you think he expects anything in return? Do you think he expects you to be his play toy? Is he going to be calling you into his office so he can fondle your tits at work?”
I had not considered that angle. I looked at Ken and replied, “I don’t think he expects anything. He is a professional. And I’m certainly qualified for the position. It’s just coming faster than I could have ever expected. I do agree that my tits are the reason behind the promotion, but right now it doesn’t matter. I have the job and a nice raise. I even think I get an office. And I didn’t even ask what my raise is. I can’t wait to find out tomorrow.”
We drank two glasses of wine. I took Ken’s hand and dragged him into the bedroom. I giggled as I said, “I can’t wait to get naked so you can fondle my tits. Maybe I can get a raise from you?”
We stripped off our clothes, and I didn’t wait for Ken to fondle my tits. I just pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top. His hard cock was in my wet pussy before you could count to three.
The next day I found out that I did have a new office. My boss also told me my pay was going from $75,000 a year to $120,000 a year. The company has guidelines for salary based on the job code, and my new job code came with that salary. No haggling. It is what it is.
My boss gave me the rundown on my new responsibilities. I’d have four junior sales associates working for me. They held the same job code as my previous job. This was a dream come true. I have to wonder what everyone was thinking, but at the end of the day, who cares? I had the promotion. And I am qualified.
Three weeks passed when I got a phone call from John’s secretary, who asked me to meet with John. Oops, I mean Mr. Stanford. I was pretty nervous when I walked into John’s office. I do think of him simply as “John.” He was at his desk and motioned for me to sit down. I’d never been in his office. It was huge and very elegantly furnished. John looked at me, smiled, and said, “I hear you got a promotion, Suzie. Congratulations.”
I sat in the chair, not sure what to say. I replied, “Thank you. I understand it was your suggestion that I take over the China market. I’ll do my best to deliver.” We were alone, so I said what needed to be said. I calmly said, “Mr. Stanford, I am honored that you consider me qualified for this position. But we both know the circumstances behind this promotion. Are you expecting anything else from me?”
Mr. Stanford laughed and replied, “No, Suzie, I only expect you to help the company grow. And, when we are alone, please call me John. After all, we do know each other on a personal level.”
I was relieved and started laughing. I couldn’t help myself. I responded, “I guess we do know each other on a personal level, as you put it. That is, if you call seeing me topless and fondling my tits, getting to know me on a personal level.”
John thought that was pretty funny. He laughed as well, and reminded me, “That’s our secret. And I do enjoy looking at my private photo of you. Let’s leave it at that. You are a little vixen, and I know how you think. You know more about men than any woman I’ve ever met. I love your boldness. And, just for the record, I’ll be checking out your photo tonight when I’m alone in the bathroom.”
I felt completely at ease. John was relaxed and joking with me in a way that would shock any employee at the company. He was like my older soulmate. I think I made him feel young again, flirting with someone half his age.
John then got serious. He looked at me and said, “I picked you for this promotion because you do understand men. Sales is more than just feature-function-benefit. We have great products, but so do our competitors. Closing a big sale is also about human interaction, respect, and dialogue. People want to do business with people they like. And to be blunt, the Chinese are obsessed with beautiful American women. They won’t know what to make of you, because you will stand toe-to-toe with them and not take any shit. They will be thrown off guard, which is a good thing. You will be intriguing to them. They will want to do business with you, and that’s good for our company. I’m fully expecting you will have them eating out of your hand.”
Wow, I didn’t expect that. John had put more thought into my promotion than I had considered. He does know the Chinese and has dealt with them for a long time. He has personal relationships with most of the top executives of our customers in China.
John had another meeting and said, “We’ll talk more. I want you to know how Chinese men think. That will give you an advantage when you deal with them. And you’ll be on your guard when they hit on you, because they will hit on you. You need to be prepared so you know how to react. I have every confidence they won’t know what to do. But I’m also pretty sure you will book some big orders for us.”
My head was spinning when I left John’s office. He was flirting and being professional at the same time. Telling me that he would be beating-off, looking at my topless photo later that night, was coy and also direct. I had to wonder what the future might bring. Would I ever suck John’s cock? Would I ever fuck him? The answers were simply, maybe and maybe.
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Author’s note: Stay tuned for answers to my questions. And be prepared to hear about Mr. Wang, CEO of our biggest customer in China. Yes, you heard me. Mr. Wang – hahahahaha.
