Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)
"Lisa!" I called out again, losing my cool. "Do not talk about my girlfriend."
"But Callum, that is all I am going to be talking about, so please, calm down," she said, slightly shaking her breasts side-to-side, emphasizing their size as she seemingly tried to cool my anger with the sight of her bouncing boobs."I know the truth can be tough to hear, but we all know it. It is a fact. Colette has itty bitty breasts. They are mosquito bites. I mean, all the women in the neighborhood like her, but we all cannot believe how tiny her little breasts are. We all cannot believe you settled down with a woman with breasts so small, when you easily could have been with a girl with breasts so much bigger. Come on, Callum, you have to admit your girlfriend's breasts are, like, crazy small," she contested, stealthily unbuttoning another button on her top, allowing more of her copious breast flesh to become visible.
Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)Colette was not that type of girl to dress up under her clothes with fancy or revealing underwear. All of it was full-coverage, covering her butt. Some of it was more practical, stuff she wore to classes, simple, utilitarian undergarments. She did have some more sexy stuff, a few lace bras and panties, some sexy nighties and camisoles, stuff like that. But, looking at all of this laid out like this, I suppose I could see the argument she was making. I suppose one could say this stuff was a bit on the plain side, but I was never one to complain."Now, here is a real woman's underwear."Lisa changed the slide, and my eyes widened. The same shot she had taken of my girlfriend's underwear strewn across my bed was replicated, no doubt on her own bed. And while my bed was a classy soft beige color, this bed was black satin and an expensive looking red sheet. The contrast was striking. It was clear my bed was designed
Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)"Kyrese left because I f*cked his brains out at the neighborhood cookout, and after he confessed to his girlfriend, like an idiot, she made him vow to move across the country, away from me so you cannot hold him up as this paragon of virtue, because he was just like all the rest, just wanting a piece of Lisa Warden's a*s," she replied smugly, making sure to point her butt at me as she did so.I was floored by this. I remembered his wedding day quite well. He loved his girlfriend so much, and she loved him. There was no way he cheated on her. No way."That is... That is not true, he... he... he is married, and his girlfriend..." I stammered, completely caught off guard.She turned her back to me and...SMACK!My stuttering was interrupted by Lisa smacking her own a*s crisply, and the bouncing of her firm a*s-cheek stole my attention, and the words from my mouth."None of that matte
"Well, if I am going to be your wh*re I need full access to every aspect of your life. Your house, your car, your bank accounts, everything," she replied, nipples throbbing underneath her top.I was too shocked to form a reply, so she used the silence to continue."But do not worry, I did not take any naked pictures of you. I wanted to save my prize for when I had earned it," Lisa stated. "That moment when you willingly unzip your pants and scoop out that fat, rock-hard taken d*ck for me... that moment is too delicious to waste." She paused, her finger grazing over her protruding nipple, clearly enjoying these thoughts. I did not know what to say, and my eyes slid back to the pictures of my girlfriend."So, in my computer, I labeled these pictures 'The Disaster Zone', for obvious reasons," she began."I mean, just look at this."In the pictures, it seemed like my girlfriend was getting ready for the day in the bathroom. She wore a plain, gray cotto
Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)Her firm a*s-cheeks were round and full enough to engulf the string of her miniscule thong in her deep a*s-crack, the tiny material disappearing between the fleshy mounds. The thin black, lacy thong showcased her mouthwatering rear-end perfectly, framing it, showcasing its shape. The thin material dug in slightly into her smooth flesh lightly, the small straps of the tiny thong drawn tightly against her body. The straps hugged the upper edge of her butt cheeks, meeting at the triangle of material at the cleft of her a*s-crack. And above the thong was her tramp stamp, a tattoo of some green, thorny vines, roses bursting out from it. The tattoo not out of place on the image she was presenting."Look at that a*s," Lisa gasped quietly from my right, startling me as she stood over the side of the bed, closer than
Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)When I finally looked back at Lisa, I met her eyes, eyes that were beaming with pride. She stood in profile to me, letting me gaze over her luscious curves. I thought over what she was doing, not believing that I was seeing someone seriously make the argument that they should be given a job solely on the basis of their hot body. There was no shame on her face. No hesitance in her actions. No sign in the least that this was some huge joke on her part. She had a plan, but she was not done yet. Far from it. She had used many weapons, but not the big ones, not really. She was clearly holding back, and deep down, I knew it was now time to bring the big guns more into play.She spun on her heel, turning to face me fully, revealing the fact that her top was now completely unbuttoned and spread apart, exposing her large, bra-clad bre*sts. And her spinning motion caused those massive jugs to bounce, the smooth, silky flesh jiggling,
Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)Lisa continued to explain to me about her fantasies as I was forced to lay still on the bed and listen to her until my ears bled.“When he just dives in face-first and just drowns in softness of my bre*sts... It is enough to make any man just f*cking explode! And they can be yours. All yours! You can squeeze them, slap them, suck them, f*ck them. You can pull out your fat d*ck and cover them with hot, thick cum! You can do whatever you want, whenever you want, because they will be yours! And I guarantee that these f*cking jugs will give you more pleasure and more happiness than anything than that sweet, little Miss Colette can give you! And when you finally get your hands on these udders... mmm, it will be better than your f*cking wedding night! I guarantee it." she affirmed.She stood straight up, her boobs bouncing with this motion, before she smoothed out her skirt over her thighs.If her a*s could do dama
In this motion, she had clicked forward to the last side of her presentation. There were two pictures, next to each other. One was of my girlfriend, again in her underwear, smiling at herself in the mirror, happy with the image she was presenting, her slim body still clad in her frumpy underwear. Next to this picture was one of Lisa, also in my girlfriend's underwear, her luscious body barely contained by the garments. She had a smirk on her face, as if she knew that she had her competition beat. Knowing she was superior to the woman next to her in every way. Her huge, soft, mammoth jugs overflowing the cotton bra, the pressure they were exerting nearly shredding it. Her rock hard n*pples were pointing outward beneath the garment, as if she loved showing off other women's inferiority. On one side, my girlfriend, looking cute in her practical underwear. On the other side was Lisa, eyes glimmering with dark intentions, he lips curled wickedly, her body rocking the shit out of a bra an
Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)"Throwing yourself at men to get ahead, calling yourself a slut... Lisa, you need to solve your own issues before taking them out on others. You are not happy with the life you have; you see the worst in yourself, and therefore you see the worst in others. The whole basis of your argument as to why I should be with you is that you are attracted to me, and you secretly think I am attracted to you, because you are convinced that someone like me has this... 'secret dark side'. You assume the only reason someone could like you is if they are not actually a good person, but maybe you cannot believe the fact that, after spending your life seducing men who would have you, or going to nightclubs and picking up men there, maybe you found yourself unsatisfied. Maybe you wanted more. Maybe you just cannot believe that you would actually be attracted to a good, decent guy."She was taken aback by this argument, but she stammered over her wo