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For some context, I get labeled as “that girl with big boobs,” and I totally embrace it! I enjoy the attention they draw in a crowd, the inevitable looks, and the wondered that someone will think of my body when they get home and masturbate to it. I enjoy it when my partner plays with, abuses, obsesses over, and uses me as an object for them. Anyway, I mention all of this to provide context because my roommate enjoys making remarks and jokes about them. It’s just sort of taken on my persona now.

Those of you who have read my earlier posts are aware that my roommate, her boyfriend, and his three male friends recently jerked off to my tits while we were watching The Circle. Warning: spoiler; Parker, RIP. For those who missed last week’s action, let me quickly rundown: my roommate and her friends basically used peer pressure to get me to show them all my tits, which eventually resulted in all the guys jerking off to my tits. I was the center of attention as I obediently sat there on my knees and merely nodded. It wasn’t elegant, it wasn’t fancy, and it wasn’t something that was required. However, I just sat there on my knees, letting them jerk off to the visual aid, in a very matter-of-fact manner. I’m like a girl in a zoo that they can only look at without touching.

Some of you questioned me regarding the guys’ post-nut perceptions and the events that followed. It was quiet, I guess. It’s sort of crude when four guys use a wad of tissues to clean up their poop. We’re essentially sitting there in silence while the Netflix screensaver plays on the TV unnoticed. My roommate is pacing the room in her house slippers while carrying a box of tissues, and I’m just sitting there on my knees with no idea where to focus my eyes. Are we just supposed to finish the episode together right now? Another spoiler: we didn’t. My roommate’s boyfriend left to use my roommate’s bathroom to take a shower, and I guess that signaled a natural kind of mobilization on the part of his friends to leave.

There were certainly pleasantries exchanged as they left, as well as polite thanks and remarks about how large they were and that perhaps we should look into the possibilities at a later date. I sort of smiled and nodded in agreement because I didn’t really know what to say in response. Even after everything we had been through, our farewell hug was just one of those uneasy side hugs where neither of you want to invade the other’s personal space. Although it is ironic, it also seems appropriate that we can not cross every social divide in a single evening. My roommate gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek as she closed the door behind them after helping to usher them out. She then gave me a comforting squeeze and expressed her hope that I enjoyed myself as much as she did. She skips into her bedroom after that. I assume to re-join her boyfriend.

My roommate and I later texted about it that night, after I assume her boyfriend had gone to bed, and I explained how the whole experience made me feel a little cheap and dirty. It was said that there was a tense atmosphere permeating everything right now. Instead, she argued that it was empowering. I allowed these guys to peek through a window and experience a small portion of my sexuality, which I did in a very controlled manner. that in the end, they desperately wanted me. I was the one in control of this gift I could give them, and I had my hand on the steering wheel. And, to be honest, that made me feel a lot better. It gave me a sense of being valuable, rare, deserving, strong, etc.

However, all of that is to say that, about a week later, the continuation of this adventure led to my hanging out with my roommate and her boyfriend this Friday in our apartment.

We were already lounging around in the living room in our pajamas. I was just lounging around at home alone while they went out on a date to a nearby sushi restaurant. Since the previous “grand unveiling,” let’s call it, it was the first time I had seen my roommate’s boyfriend. And so, of course, after sufficient prior discussion, he eventually crosses over to the major problem. My roommate and her boyfriend talk about how awesome it was and how sexy and attractive I must have felt at the time in what seems like some pre-conceived coordinated effort. They are ogling my body and commenting on how men would have killed to be in my shoes.

They move the conversation on to potential next steps. Before I could even object or respond, my roommate mentioned doing something similar but letting her boyfriend touch my underwear. And as you recall from the previous time, I struggle with peer pressure. In addition to the affirmations naturally making me feel good about myself, it is endearing and disarming. As a mere mortal, I…

Before I know it, I’ve taken my shirt off once more and am kneeling at the same couch as before. He can see my exposed chest because of the large, baggy t-shirt that I have pulled up above my breasts.

This time, there are only the three of us, so he has more opportunity to express himself in a more personal 1×1 setting. He’s telling me how much he’s been thinking about me, how the guys have been texting nonstop about the experience, how he and my roommate have been playing out threesome scenarios in bed with me included, etc.

I was more outspoken this time around as well because the whole experience had made me more comfortable, familiar, and empowered. That I wanted him to have this special opportunity that will make his friends envious, and that I wanted him to remember my tits for the rest of his life.

The more we talked, the dirtier our words got. I’d claim that my body was designed specifically for this. I have these oversized tits because it’s in my DNA to be simply admired, used, and experienced. Knowing he wouldn’t touch me, I teased him. I remarked that if he were titfucking me, there was no way we would see his dick. He ceremoniously exploded all over my chest when I told him to cum on my tits.

He returned to the sofa and passed out. frantically panting. This time, at least, there wasn’t such a deafening silence. Audible was huffing and puffing on the couch, and you could hear him struggling for breath.

My roommate unexpectedly kneels down across from me, kisses me on the lips, and then squeezes my tits together to lick her boyfriend’s cum off my chest. She lifts my breasts up while methodically licking my breasts from bottom to top to savor every last bit of her boyfriend’s cum. She generously gives a few sucks on each nipple as she climbs, but because she’s on a mission, she continues to lick for every drop. To ensure he has a clear view of the sights, her boyfriend leans over on the couch. Unsure of what to do with my hands, I just kind of place them on her knees across from mine and take in the moment.

NSFW: yes

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