Best Boobs Contest Novels & Stories

Fortunately, the mic crackled and the contestants were all called to the stage, Elena also. "This first contest of the day will be A Bikini Contest. Dress up in the best bikini you own and you can raid the stores also and then come back down here to chill and during the whole day, the votes will be going on and the winners will be announced come evening" The female paused with a huge smile on her face, it faltered when it met mine and a sudden onslaught of emotions ran across her eyes, too fast but I caught one of them. “Hatred”.

On a drunken dare after too many alcoholic drinks, a young stripper found herself standing on a shellacked bartop while a bartender sprayed her chest with ice-cold beer. “Contestant number four! Strut your stuff, baby!” Channing thrust out her enormous rack, hardened nipples leading the charge. She completely overshadowed the other contestants. She grinned saucily. It was the first time since her thirteenth birthday she hadn’t been ashamed of her large breasts.

He paused and then added, “Sweetie, I’ll be standing right at the stairs. I’ll hold your shirt and have it for you to slip back on as soon as you’re done. Okay?” “I’ll be counting on it.” Then with a shy little smile she added, “And don’t forget: You promised. I’m counting on you to bail me out after I’m arrested for indecent exposure, too.” The young couple took position by the steps at the back of the platform. The same man who had served as the auctioneer in the morning was apparently going to serve as the master of ceremonies for the beauty contest as well. Looking around, they saw ten girls who were preparing for the pageant. All but one of them were wearing heels. The exception was a g

I said taking off the little pink summer dress I was wearing, leaving only my mismatched white cotton pants and maroon coloured bra which was packed and made my boobs look bigger , that should do the trick and of course, it did. Aiden kept staring at me with so much lust and intensity in her eyes , he kept flexing his knuckles while I kept pushing my chest and moving close to him till my boobs were rubbing on his chest. “Mmmm….Red, mmm don’t. I don’t want you to be too sore before during your big day” he moaned into my boobs, his eyes had gotten darker and I could feel his king sick poking into my stomach already.

Down on her eyes, pleasuring the man whether he wanted it or not. However, the facial expressions upon the fellow and general body motions seemed to suggest that he did, in fact, want it. “Look how many more!” Sienna gushed, dipping a finger into her own mouth. She was right. A few more dozen women needed to have their turn with the boobfucking round. All those marvelous breasts being glided across by virile man lust! Amazing! Although, it now occurred to Sienna that she still did not know the challenge for the men. A titfuck seemed good enough... however, as those late night infomercials says, but wait! There’s more! And so there was. The girl tied her top back on, having finished her porti

“Go to the bathroom, I’ll sort the bills and join you shortly.” I nod and carry my shopping bag along. A sales assistant points out the restroom and thankfully, it's vacant. I swiftly change into them. The top is… Fuck. It's obvious that I’m braless even from miles away. The sheer, provocative fabric squeezes against my big breasts, pulls the fat orbs together, and aggressively maps out my thick nipples. It's fragile, the type of shirts big-titted pornstars wear to display their boobs or act in the ‘accidentally drenched’ POV that shows the whole world the shape and size of their breasts, down to their nipples, and even cling to their skin, begging to be freed.

I hissed at another guy sitting next to Laura. He rolled his eyes and put down the glass. "Don't be a party pooper, Leah! Us girls are going to have a whale of time tonight!" Laura climbed up to the tabletop and announced, "Gentlemen in the club! I proudly announce that we're going to have a wet T-shirt contest tonight! The person who got the wettest T-shirt will be rewarded with a BMW X5 M!"

The contest for the most beautiful woman is the first to take place, Whitney is among the contestants. A lot of questions were asked, and she answered hers, when it came to Zoe, she also answered hers, Jane was not left out, the contest was reduced in time, and Cathy was in the audience if the question was thrown to the audience, she answered it. "Catherine, why do you keep answering the questions that are thrown to the audience? Do you intend to Join?" "Relax, it's just for fun and how could I join when the contest has started already?" "It's simple, clause seven of the terms and conditions say that if you can answer five of the questions thrown to the audience, you are free to join when it

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

Matilda had won the race by the narrowest of margins. Revenge had been quick in coming as Bree targeted Matilda's biggest weakness, her ego. Not exactly blessed by the boob fairy, the then brunette was always sensitive about the size of her breasts. So much so that she had taken to stuffing her bra at an early age. She was hardly the only girl to do so, but few took it to the extremes that she did. There was hardly a girl who shared a locker room with her that didn't know she was barely a B cup, much less the C she presented to the world. What Bree did was arrange a little demonstration that shared that information with the rest of the student body.