A Perfect "A" Cup
My
husband and I got married when I was 19 and he was 21. The
first couple of years were great. We made good money at our
jobs and free to do what ever the hell we wanted to. We loved
each other and agreed that we didn't want any kids to tie us
down. We loved sex and explored each other completely but I
always noticed that David never spent much time on my tits and
I love having my tits fondled and sucked. After we had settled
into marriage I noticed his sexual habits were changing and
his new idea of making love was me giving him a blowjob then
me getting on all fours so he could doggy fuck me. This went
on for a couple of months until I began to protest and
complain about our lovemaking.
After much prodding, David finally admitted that he really
wasn't attracted to me anymore because my tits were small and
I wasn't padded enough. I was stunned. The bastard was
marrying me for who I am not who he supposedly wanted me to
be. I was devastated to say the least and pretty much shut off
at that point. I will admit that I am not well endowed and my
tits are relegated to an "A" cup bra. My breasts have always
been sensitive to the touch and when they are licked and
sucked gently I can have an orgasm without anything touching
or inside my beaver.
Needless to say, my marriage to David began to deteriorate
quite quickly after that and the final straw happened about a
year later when I saw David holding hands with some bitch in
the mall. I saw what he meant. I never really compared myself
before but this chick he was with had what must have been "D"
cups.
Completely dejected, I went home and waited for him. When he
got home I told him I had seen him at the mall today holding
hands with that woman and if he wanted her then he was welcome
to have her but would not have both. I asked him to leave and
he did.
For the next week I moped around feeling sorry for myself and
then decided to visit a plastic surgeon to look into getting a
breast augmentation. The doctor sat and talked with me for
about 15 minutes asking why I wanted it done. He seemed
reluctant to do the surgery in our initial interview. He asked
me to take off my top so he could examine them and I did. I
told him my breasts were always very sensitive to the touch
and he just nodded. He had me stand up, turn side ways lay
down and then bend over. At each move he snapped pictured of
my little titties. He then manually checked my breasts while I
was on the examination table. When he took my nipples in his
fingers I nearly exploded in multiple orgasms and the doctor
could see my embarrassment.
When the examination was over he told me that he could not do
the surgery because my breasts were perfect the way they are.
He told me I would lose the sensation near the nipple and
sexual pleasure would be lost. I explained to him the problem
with size and he laughed. He said that he works on women's'
tits constantly and he thought mine were the greatest looking
set he had seen in a long while.
"Do they turn you on?" I asked hopefully to which the doctor
stood behind me and gently caressed them until I came.
He invited me out to dinner that night and we had a great
time. He told me that he would love to see more of me in the
future but to not consider any tit jobs because he could fall
in love with those tiny tits very easily because I was so very
special. With my self confidence returning, I started to
regularly date Dr. O'Malley and we are soon to be married.
Every night before we say good night he licks my nipples until
they are erect and then gently sucks them until I cum.
Finally, I am so glad I am a tiny titted chick that has my
plastic surgeon think I am perfect just the way I am.
Authored by: D.C.S. O'Malleyİ |
