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Blake took a deep breath and pushed himself back into the driver's seat. He checked his phone one last time, scrolling through her pictures and their messages. She was, by far, the most attractive girl he’d matched with since his return to online dating. What about his profile had caught her eye remained a mystery, but he wasn’t about to push his luck and press the issue. Despite her profile being tagged as verified and recent pictures she’d posted, he still half-suspected this would be a disappointment. Nevertheless, they really hit it off over messages, so worst-case scenario he’d get a fun conversation out of this.
“Just got here, headed inside, I’m wearing a blue shirt.” He typed, hesitating just a second before pressing the send button with his thumb. Waiting a breath to see “Delivered” show up. Ok, not blocked yet, that bodes well.
Pressing the lock button on his phone, he took closed his eyes for just a moment and opened his car door, stepping out into the summer air. Pushing the door closed, he began the trek to the bar’s front door. Despite it ostensibly being evening, summer was in full swing, and he could still feel the heat radiating from the parking lot asphalt. Outside the door, the familiar “Seat Yourself” sign greeted him, as it did most weeknights. Why did his dates always happen on weeknights? Blake found his usual seat on the outside patio. Honestly, not a bad crowd for a Thursday evening. A few familiar faces from the neighborhood’s single crowd or bar regulars. Bzzzt went his watch, checking it he saw the notification.
“Just pulled up. I think I see you lol” it read.
Blake looked up. Then to the right. Then to the left, no that was the building. Then behind him. Then back down to his phone. Then back up. In front of him was, in fact, the girl from the app. He was right that the pictures were deceptive, but not how he expected. She was substantially more attractive than he imagined.
He flashed back to when he first saw her. Despite his questionable habit of mass swiping, her card gave him pause. There was… something about her, besides her massive tits and pretty face. There was something even more magnetic about her. Scrolling between her pictures for several minutes, he finally used one of his precious few super likes. Imagine his surprise when she not only matched, but sent the first message. While he ultimately asked her out on this date, he felt in the back of his mind that she was guiding the conversation. A strange magnetism, more than simple attraction…
“Blake?” She said, snapping him out of it.
He stood up, almost stumbling over himself as he regained his composure.
“Hi, Abby?” He said, awkwardly extending his arm across the table like he was closing a business deal. Stupid.
She chuckled slightly to herself. And reached her hand out gently but firmly gripping his. “Pleasure doing business with you.” She said giggling. He was several inches taller than her, but neither had to hurt their neck to look at the other.
“Uhh, please” Blake said, gesturing to the seat in front of her.
She giggled again and took her seat, with Blake quickly following suit. He was already enraptured. She looked better than her pictures. Her slightly wavy hair, cool blue eyes, and conventionally pretty face were exactly as the pictures made them seem. What her pictures absolutely did not do justice for, regardless of how shallow this made him for thinking this, was her magnificent breasts. It’s not that they were just big, but appeared to almost defy gravity with a shapeliness normally only found in obscene drawings. The word ‘perfect’ crossed Blake’s mind for a moment.
He shook his head again, trying to collect himself and not stare. First impressions were everything and the last thing he wanted was to earn the dreaded label of “creep” in the first five minutes. He was already letting the silence linger too long.
“No trouble finding the place?” Blake asked, intentionally keeping eye contact.
“Not at all!” She said, smirking ever so slightly. “In fact, I’ve actually been here a few times. We may have bumped into each other before.” She giggled.
Blake tried to search his memory, he surly would have recognized a girl like this if he had seen her before….
“Can I get you two started with anything to drink” a voice came, snapping out Blake out of his head. He looked up and saw Danielle, the cute waitress he’d always had a slight crush on. She was looking at him.
“Vodka soda, if you don’t mind.” Abby said before Blake could get a word out. Danielle turned towards her voice. It looked to Blake that Abby gave her own breast a slight squeeze, adjusting her top. Blake could have sworn Danielle’s posture changed. Her shoulders a little more slack, her eyes a little more glazed over.
“Of course, Abby.” She said in an almost monotone voice. She turned back to Blake with a slightly more exaggerated than usual smile on her face.
“Blue Moon… please” Blake said. A little fuzzy in the head.
“You got it” the waitress said, walking back to the building.
How did Danielle know Abby’s name? That felt a little odd, so did this weird sensation in his head. He turned back to face Abby. He had been distracted and (extra) nervous when she arrived at the table and hadn’t taken the time to notice what she was wearing. She was wearing a tight-but-not-too-tight black top tastefully low cut, clearly emphasizing her sizable chest. Nestled between her breasts was a small crystalline necklace which reflected the afternoon sun. The necklace was very eye catching and what threatened to swallow it was very pleasant to look at.
“…and your Blue Moon” came Danielle’s voice. Blake once again shook his head. Had he been staring at Abby’s Perfect chest this whole time? Did he just think “Perfect”??
Danielle placed the full glass in front of Blake and picked up the empty glass next to it. Wait, was this his second drink? They ordered? Something wasn’t right here.
“So” came Abby’s voice from across the table, “as I was telling you…”
Blake took a drink and looked back at Abby. She had a very pleasant expression on her face as she spoke. It was difficult to pay attention. She had her arms straight and pointed towards her lap, pressing her Perfect Breasts up and prominently displayed. The necklace’s crystal had such a nice sparkle to it. Normally staring like this would be rude, but this is ok, Blake thought. It almost felt like it was the right thing to do. She was pleasant to look at and listen to, so it would be rude to not appreciate her. From time to time, she would fidget with the necklace or trace the neckline on her shirt.
The concern and nervousness Blake had felt at the beginning of the date was melting away. He feels comfortable around Abby. Abby is very trustworthy, and she would only tell him the truth. Abby was his friend and only wanted what was best for him. She was the most attractive woman he had ever seen, no one else compared to her. He was Abby’s friend too and should always do what she wanted him to do. It was good that Abby got what she wanted. He needed to make sure Abby got what she wanted, that’s what he really wanted.
“Are you ready to go?” Abby asked. This time there was no shaking of the head. Blake forced himself to look away from Abby and at the table. Two dirty plates and another set of empty glasses graced the table. A receipt for the meal and generous tip sat in front of Blake in a plastic tray with a pen. He briefly looked it over, of course he would pay for the meal, pretty girls with big tits get anything they want, he thought. Scribbling his name at the bottom, he looked back up smiling.
“Yeah, would you care to take a walk?” He asked, starting to get up from his seat.
“Of course.” Abby said, standing up.
Whatever it was they were talking about was evidently riveting, Blake thought, the early evening sun had turned into a waning twilight glow. Conveniently, and not accidentally, the bar was very close to a sizable park with plenty of walking paths. A walk Blake and plenty of other singles in the area have taken many a time. This time, however, Blake felt his hand on Abby’s ass as they walked. It was certainly more than a handful, while he had first noticed her Perfect Breasts her ass was certainly a beauty by itself. This was much more forward than he had ever been on a first date, and in public. The fuzziness came into Blake’s head again, there wasn’t anything wrong with this, Abby deserved the attention and nothing wrong with a little PDA if that’s what she wanted.
They had made their way into the core of the park, out of view of the main paths and certainly far from any road. Blake felt his hand grip on Abby’s ass and her hand reach around his waist as they walked towards a bench.
The fuzz in Blake’s head grew, this was farther than he had ever gone on a first date, literally and figuratively. Something was wrong here. Why were they alone, in a park, in a secluded area, near dark, why was he acting this way? An alarm bell that have in the deepest reaches of his mind was starting to get louder. No, this was fine, he could trust Abby, she was his friend. Wait, what? They just met. What was with Danielle, and…
“Have a seat” a voice came from in front of Blake. Abby had taken a seat on the bench and spread herself out, her stunning body in full view. Her Prefect Breasts were right there. Blake’s mind skipped a beat, surly this was ok… no, something isn’t right. It’s not worth getting true-crimed for a date, no matter how incredibly irresistibly hot they were.
“Um, look, I think we should head back to the trail, it’s going to be dark soon.” Blake said nervously, turning around, trying to get the fuzz out of his mind. It was too hard to think when she was in his field of vision. And besides, if nothing was wrong, they could end up at his place, or a second date, or…
“Look at me please.” She said with a hint of annoyance. Blake couldn’t help himself and turned around to face her. Abby smiled and grabbed her Perfect Breasts and gave them a squeeze.
Blake felt a warm sensation fill his head, then down into his chest and out into his limbs. He felt a smile on his face. Why was he so worried? Abby is his friend. Abby has Perfect Breasts. Abby knows what’s best for him. Abby should be obeyed. It was so obvious, and he was so happy she was here. The smile now covering his whole face with his eyes glazed over staring at his Queen.
“Come back and sit next to me please.” She said softly. Blake obeyed. Abby’s hand went to his cheek, stroking it softly, then guiding his face to hers. She kissed his lips gently, then a second time, then a third more passionate kiss with a hint of tongue. Finally, she kissed more passionately and Blake responded in kind, wrapping his arms around her, pressing on her back. Abby kept one hand on her new toy’s neck and let her other hand drift down to between his legs. Gently rubbing, finding Blake fully engorged. Blake, despite the awkward angle, pushed his hips against her hand.
“Such a good and ready boy.” Abby giggled. She pushed Blake away slightly and took a quick glance around. She smirked at the entranced boy and pulled her top up, lifting her Perfect Breasts with it. Blake’s eyes were locked onto her tits now full of potential energy. With a slight giggle, Abby pulled her top up slightly more to let them free. An almost euphoric sensation filled Blake as he saw the Perfect Breasts free for the first time as they dropped and bounced in front of him. A drop of drool fell from his mouth.
Abby’s smirk returned with a sinister hint. She reached up and grabbed a handful of Blake’s hair and pull him into her chest. Blake felt like he was about to explode, his vision filled with the Perfect Breasts.
“Suck.” She ordered. “Look at me.”
Blake obeyed, taking a nipple into his mouth, and looked up at Abby. She had a darkly erotic and domineering look on her face.
“Get your cock out.”
Without breaking eye contact Blake fumbled with his belt then his pants and wiggled them down just enough to pull his full erection out from its cotton constraints. The bench was warm on his ass and he could feel the slight breeze on his incredibly sensitive member. He was never an exhibitionist and never into PDA, but he would do anything to make her happy. Abby could see the desperation so clearly in his eyes. Blake could see the approval he so desperately craved in hers.
Abby moved her hand to gently stroke the now exposed cock. She gently let a single finger stroke it up and down. She grasped it with her whole hand and gave it a single pump, then slowly stroked it for another few moments. Blake continued to suck and lick her nipples, while he wasn’t explicitly ordered, he was doing his best to please the Perfect Breasts. Alternating between sucking and licking up and down and in a spiral pattern. Occasionally bitting just a bit before taking the full nipple into his mouth with a solid suck. On the Perfect Breast without his mouth on it, he kept a hand busy. Pinching her nipple then placing all five fingers on it and slowly drawing them out then back in.
It seemed to whatever was left of Blake’s conscious mind that Abby approved of this. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, continuing the light stroking of his cock. He wanted her more than he wanted anything. He needed to please her. Abby looked back down at her toy, letting go of his cock and readjusting herself with Blake doing his best to follow.
“Oh you’re doing so well. You’re surpassed my expectations, and I’m not easily pleased.” She said gripping his hair again. “I can’t wait to see what else this mouth can do.”
“I want you to listen to me Blake. Just a few more instructions for you. Go ahead and start stroking yourself for me.” Blake heard as the full warmth returned, and he heard the sweet sound of her voice fill his mind.
“Good boy. Now get on your knees for me and keep stroking.” With great reluctance Blake pulled himself away from her Perfect Breasts and slunk down onto the grass, his pants falling to his knees. Abby sat straight up, pressing her chest out, she grabbed both of her tits, both slightly damp with Blake’s drool. She squeezed and pushed them out. Blake, on his knees in front of her in the public park, continued to stroke himself and stare at her in worshipful adoration.
“Now my pet, tell me what I told you to remember.” She said looking down at him.
“Yes my Queen.” Blake almost slurred out. “You are my owner. Everything I do I do for you. I exist to serve you and make you happy. You are my friend and deserve my attention and adoration. You know what is best for me. I trust you and everything you say is true and in my best interest. I will never be jealous, as everyone should belong to you. I want to spread the joy of your ownership. I will save your phone number and answer and obey any calls or texts. I will continue to go on dates but tell you all the details and my date’s pictures beforehand. Whenever I masturbate or am with another woman, I will always think of you when I cum.”
“Good boy, I think we’ve made great progress tonight. As a reward, I will let you cum for me and my Perfect Breasts. You may do so now.”
Blake gave his painfully hard cock two more pumps before he let out a moan and shot a rope of cum, then another, and a third before warm darkness consumed him.
Blake blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes. What time was it? Did he fall asleep? Is this… his car? He checked his watch. Ok, it wasn’t that late, he must have passed out for a minute after his date. Another first date in the books. It seemed to have gone well, but not that memorable, hopefully he’ll get to see her again. Definitely the best-looking date he’s had in a hot minute. He checked his phone, to his surprise she had already sent him message. He tapped the notification, “Thx. I had a great time. Looking forward to your service.” Blake felt a dumb smile cross his face and his cock twitch as he quickly replied, “I live to serve you my Queen”.
There were a couple more notifications from his dating apps. He’ll have to check on those when he got home, still on the hunt. He set his phone down and put his key into the ignition and started the car. Shifting into reverse, Blake backed out of his parking spot and into his new life.