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Name: Natalie Knowles
Age: 18
Height: 5'6
Cup size: 34F
From: New York city, NY




Having lived the entire eighteen years of my life in the bustling New York city, you'd think that I would have picked up some social skills. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. I wasn't socially awkward, mind you, and I definitely didn't panic at the thought of conversation. I just didn't really care for most of the people that I had the misfortune of growing up with. I was bitter, I guess, given that I was picked on for most of my teenage years. It wasn't until that I was about sixteen, did my body decide to develop. It really was something, witnesses my modest B cup transform into a massive 34F by the end of high school. I was asked out to the prom by quite a few jocks, but I outright refused not only to their invitation, but to go to the prom of itself. I had barely any friends, if you could even call them that. The only sanctum that I had came from the internet. My blog and Facebook account, oddly enough.

However, this all said, it doesn't mean that I hated attention. I was well aware, around the age of seventeen, that I had a body that men considered utter perfection. It wasn't until then that I purchased creams, make up and tight fitting pieces of clothing - because deep down, I deeply enjoyed the praise and attention of those around me. Not in my personal life. I mean on the internet. There was something about having strangers sending friend requests, despite not knowing me. It was obvious why they sought out my attention. It just felt...good.

My blog didn't really start until high school was near its end. I just started it days before my prom and I gained some popularity weeks afterwards. It was through this that I encountered Brian, my internet boyfriend. It was cute how we spent the night chatting with each other, during my actual prom. Now a few months later, I was finally eighteen and I lived on my own, courtesy of my parents. I was going to college, though I still kept very much to myself. Spending my time on the internet, I multitask-ed with my blog, Facebook and Brian. Though, I'd be lying if I said that I stopped seeking attention merely because he was boyfriend.

There was another man, I guess, in my life. Ben was his name, or at least, that's what I got from Facebook. He was the only other male that I constantly talked to, other than Brian.

It was early in the evening, a day that I had completely free, where I was online and saw that Ben was pretty much the only person worth noting on my contact list. Brian despised him - given the fact that he would post 'objectifying' comments on my profile, like "Sweet ass Natalie. ;)" or his favorite "Big Titty Natalie!". I didn't mind, so I never saw much appeal from blocking him off. I actually enjoyed his company. There was something attractive about how he was older than me.

I was first to start the conversation:

"Hi Ben! ;)"

And as I typed that, my eye moved onto the picture that I had posted on Facebook just moments earlier. It wasn't much, well, at least I thought so - It was just me, dress in my tight black top, jeans and heels, leaning over a counter as I read a book. I took the photo myself, and I thought that I looked pretty 'nerdy', which was pretty much my thing. If that didn't get any attention, I'm sure that the cleavage that my top gave out would. It wasn't low cut of anything, but there was enough to show my chest off - especially considering that my top was two sizes too small, and that my twins' size seemed almost exaggerated.

"So what do you think of my photo? Lol." I then added, eager for his reply.
 
My heart actually skipped a beat as I noticed that a new reply was sent. Just Ben with his regular behavior. Not that I was complain - I wouldn't have it any other way.

"Holy tits! LOL! are you wearing your little sisters shirt today Natalie?"

I laughed and playfully replied "Wouldn't you like to know? :p" and thankfully, he replied right back: "That may be the best picture of those huge tits that youve posted, its a shame youre such a prude and always keep them so covered from my wanting eyes."

I bit my bottom lip as I continued on our little chat:

"Hey, I'm not a prude! I'm a tease! Lol! :)" giggling a bit, I added "Too bad that we don't really know each other. Otherwise your wanting eyes would always have something to look at. ;)"

Obviously, I was just playing here. I had no idea where Ben lived, despite having my location set up nicely in my profile. Still...
 

"Hm, maybe. And no. I mean it! And of course. Like, I do actually live in New York :p" I reply, with my heart racing from excitement. I wasn't even sure what I meant - and curiously enough, I didn't think of Brian as I chatted with Ben. Ever. And so, as he continued on: "That has yesterdays date on it -- what is my finest piece of internet ass wearing today?"

I decided to take another picture of myself.

Sure, I was wearing a dark blouse, with brown denim jeans, which in of itself was (I assume) sexy enough. So, that said, I don't know what came over me, as I unbuttoned my blouse more, giving out more of that cleavage that Ben loved so much, allowing just a bit of my black bra to show itself. I did have a necklace on, which my mother had given me at a young age and allowed to drift onto the valley of my breasts.

Craving even more of his attention, I took it upon myself to take a marker and write on my left breast "Hi Ben!". Finally, with my heart racing, I took a picture of myself, using the nearby mirror to do so. Taking about five minutes to do this, I reply:

"Sorry for the delay. This is what your finest piece of internet ass is wearing right now. ;)"
 
"thats the sexy girl i know -- and its personalized just for me?"
"Yep!" I quickly reply.
"Do you like my name attached to your body as if it was some form of ownership?"
I waited a few seconds to reply to that, given the nature of that one. But...
"Hey! ...Okay, it does feel nice. ;)"

Then our conversation took a sharp turn:

"What are your plans for the day, what if i told you that I wasnt as far from you as you may think."

I didn't quite know what to reply, though even if I did, Ben was quick to continue:

"what would you offer if i let you meet me later today Miss Big Tits? Is that something that gets your little heart racing -- are you at all curious to meet me? what if i told you i could make that happen?"

Offer? Miss Big Tits?

I was hesitant to type anything at all...Ben obviously was incredibly lustful towards me. But he was right. It did...excite me.

So, jumping right into the fire, I replied:

"Offer? I don't know, give me an idea. And I'd say, let's meet right now! Don't keep Miss Big Tits waiting. :)"
 
I responded by giving my cell phone number, all the while my hands trembled with nervousness. Just what the hell was I doing?

"Send me a something naughty...something you wouldnt post on facebook. And if its good enough, I will reply with an address where we can meet."

And so, I quickly wondered of something that I could do to get his attention. Obviously, my first thought was to remove my clothes but then, I knew that it was too much for now - despite how much I wanted to meet Ben. Then, I thought of a compromise;

Discarding my clothes, except for my panties, I stood in front the mirror as my left arm struggled with all its might to hold onto my plump breasts, which were obviously spilling out. Taking my phone right my right hand, I took a photo of that, before sending it to my chat partner, awaiting his response.
 
"It's a shame I didnt get to see you without your arm in the way, but im sure when i see you later today that you will show me how you look without that arm hiding those nipples -- do we have a deal?"

I wanted to type in maybe but...

"We have a deal."

Damn it.

And so, I told about how the library was closest to me, and would definitely pick that. If it was too quiet, I added that we could go over to the coffee shop instead. Things got trickier, as he add another condition to our meeting:

"You look good without a bra, keep that going for when we meet and i've already seen you in these clothes, including the panties now. So dress up special just to see me"

"Well, okay. :)" I type, as I ponder over I could wear.

And so I went on my search for pieces of clothing to wear, and the most difficulty came from finding a top that would comfortably contain my breasts. I thought of wearing what I did on that photo he loved from yesterday - but I didn't think that it would be special enough for him. Luckily, I came over a bathing suit that I've yet to try on...

It would be cheating, I guess, but technically I wouldn't be wearing a bra?

And so, I found myself now dressed in a black two piece bikini outfit, which wouldn't be entirely out of the ordinary - the heat wave certainly wouldn't make me stand out too much (except for my body, obviously). I took a quick glance to the mirror, modeling myself out, and saw how the top was struggling with it all. Plenty of the sides of my breasts were revealed - but I'm sure that Ben wouldn't mind.

Together with my matching heels, I thought that I was dressed to kill. Still, I wrapped a white towel around my waist for good measure. I didn't want to attract everybody's attention outside...

"Okay, found what I'm going to wear..."
I typed
 
"When you walk in, take the elevator to your left and go to the 3rd floor. you will exit the elevator and then make another left and you will walk down a long hallway. Find the section marked "Roman History" it will be almost the last section on your right and I want you to walk down to the last row of books. you will kneel down about a yard from the wall and face the wall. You will wait for me there."

And just like that, he was off. I wanted to reply, hoping to change our little meeting a bit, preferably something that wasn't so...mysterious. However, I got this far and saw no reason to back down. This was just a little fun, right? And so, bringing my purse, I made my way to the library...

The whistles I heard were a bit much, and I tried not to seem too embarrassed, despite seeing and feeling my breasts bounce at every single step I took. I walked inside of the building, took the elevator and went to my left...

Roman History.

I took a deep breath as I went over to the rendez-vous spot bravely and knelt down, facing the wall. Luckily I had the towel on, and kept some form of modesty. Still, this section was utterly deserted. Who on earth would be here, other than us?
 
I heard those footsteps, as my heart pounded over what to expect. Was it Ben? Or was some stranger going to see me like this and assume that I wasn't all there in the head?

I didn't look back, as to ruin the surprise - but did gasp, as I felt a tug on my bikini top. A whisper was brought to my ear, as I heard: "Keep facing the wall like a good girl Natalie." with hot breath into my ear, as my bikini top was set loose, however my did catch it just in time, holding it desperately to my overly large breasts. My glass were next, as I witnessed my vision degrade with their removal.

"are you near or far sighted...or both?"

"N-Near sighted Ben." I responded.
 
"Do you still have my branding mark on that big tit of yours? Or did you wash it off in the shower before coming to meet me here tonight?"

And I could feel him over my shoulder, probably to see. His eyes would be disappointed, as it was washed off before coming here. I tried to compromise, and waited eagerly to see if it was enough "It's not there anymore... I thought that I could use a new one..."

"I thought we had a deal about you being without your top if you wanted to meet me....isn that what you agreed to Natalie?"

"We said bra, and the top isn't one. Please let me keep it." I said extremely submissively; almost as if he was in charge of me!
 
"I know youd be very thankful if i let you keep that top on a bit longer, wouldnt you Natalie?"

"Y-Yes I would be Ben." I said almost thankfully as he caressed my cheek.

"Do you remember that picture you posted of you having a banana after your workout...remind me, as best you can, in what my comment was about the picture. And do you remember what you commented about my comment?"

"You said..." I replied, trying to remember clearly "That you had something that I could use instead of that banana..." then I added "And I commented that...I could use that workout any day?"
 
"Is today one of those days?" he whispered, making me gasp yet again. I couldn't tell if he wanted to do something right here on the spot...but I couldn't risk it. This was a library that I went to regularly...

"I...I think so. But may I get up please Ben?" I asked softly. "Please?"
 
"Arent your knees the best place to get that type of workout, what other position did you have in mind?"
"I'm not sure..." I reply honestly.
"You know, im doing a lot of favors for you today: first i let you keep your top on, and now you want to get up."
"I know but-" I try to say, interrupted by
"And you have not done any favors for me yet, that isnt fair, is it? What are you going to do so you can show me thanks for leaving that top on - and maybe letting you get up too?"

Given the fact that Ben had asked me earlier on whether I still had his 'mark' on me, I thought of up offering the chance of him doing it personally;

"W-What if I let you mark me? Write anything you want on my cleavage right now?"
 
"Do you expect me to write around all of those items in the way?"
"You could...let me just put it back on..." I replied timidly, as my hands went on to tie that knot behind my back again. That is, before I was allowed to stand up again.

I was actually going to thank him, but I was quickly silenced by him, stating:

"hello there dear, its nice to officially meet you"

And just like that, he kissed me and...I actually kissed back too. Oh god, he was so good at this...
 
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