0 comments/ 9929 views/ 2 favorites Dominating Amber By: syreatadiva Disclaimer: This is fantasy. I have never met Amber Rose. I am a major fan of hers and I thought that it would cool to write a story like this because she is so beautiful. Thank you for reading this. ***** Hey, peeps! It's weird to be on a site like this to tell this story. First off, my name is Amber Levonchuck but the world knows me as the sexy, voluptuous bad ass Amber Rose. I always carry myself with an air of confidence that the "streets" would expect a "Boss Bitch" that I portray myself to be. So I feel humiliated to come on Literotica to tell y'all this. I keeps it 100 to the fullest, so let me tell y'all that I've always found females sex and hot. I even admitted that I am bi. That's not fully true. I actually prefer chicks over dudes. More than them I should say. I am attracted. I know that I've had serious relationship with men and have even been married. I especially love Kanye and Wiz. Always will even though they're bitch asses. Yeah they are. Still it's my fault cause my truth is that if it wasn't for my fame and status, I would easily be in a lesbian relationship. Celeb life and a full on lesbian relationship isn't a good mix. Yes, the LGBT community is a lifestyle. Any relationship IMO is and it's all good. We should be able to love whoever we want to without prejudice and judgment. Sometimes I get criticized by the lesbian community for identifying myself as bi. The last community that should be judging and criticizing anyone should be the LGBT community. We get shade from all angles. I love my LGBT fam. We need to stick together. Okay enough with that rant. So now you know that I like women very much. What you're probably wondering is what kind of chick is attractive to Amber Rose? I love a confident woman who is a down "ride or die" girl. Alright, I will keep it 100 again: People expect me to be attracted to phat asses being that I got one. I can find a girl shaped like that sexy. But nah, my peeps. My answer was in an interview a few months ago with my "girl" RuPaul. He's been a bad ass "Boss Bitch" long before the world knew of Amber Rose. Hunny is fierce to the max and is the coolest. So in the interview, the topic shifted whether my body is 100% natural. It's cray (crazy) that people think that I've had surgery on my boobs and ass. I've always had an ass since I was a young girl and having a child grew my tits. I had a lil' sumptin (something) before my son was born but pregnancy is the ultimate "natural surgery", you feel me? So "Ru" asked me the question, I was straight up with "her" and let "her" cop a feel of my ass then I jiggled "her" (my ass) with pride. I'm more known for ass, but I got plenty of tits too (36H bra size). I told the show that they are real but if I could change 'em with implants, I would. The media focused on the implants but I said without saying it that big boobs are sexy, really big tits. Yep. Your girl, Amber Rose, is a breast girl. That's why I was geeked (excited) when mine got bigger after the birth of Bass (Sebastian). I do wish they were a little bigger but they are bigger than they were before and I love 'em. I am proud of "the twins" more than my ass. Another thing, I prefer all natural girls; naturally busty girls. I hate implants. That's not throwing shade on chicks that got them. If it makes them feel like that bitch then it's all lovely. I just like what I like. As with bigger breasts that are natural: The bigger they are, the heavier they get, they'll sag. That's just real. They aren't going to be perky sitting suspended in mid-air. That's bullshit. Mine aren't perky and I love 'em anyways. To me full pendulous breasts are beautiful and feminine. But celeb life is built on image, fake images to sell fantasy. I'm part of it, I guess. It sounds hypocritical to bash or rant against what I am part of. That much is true. I just wish there were more naturally busty women in the industry, at least at the mainstream level. There is Christina Hendricks, who btw loves to wear too small for her bras to look bigger. Yeah she got tits. They're beautiful but she does too much and besides, she's a "token" in the industry. That means she, a naturally busty girl, is an exception. Kat Dennings, the actress from broke girls, come to mind. Sofia Vergera is another nice example. Then there are women like Queen Latifah and Sherri Shepherd who got reductions. Even Jill Scott lost a little weight even though she still got big ones. Their bodies were beautiful. But they did it too look more "commercially appealing" and not be judged for having big boobs. You know, be known as sluts. That's sad that slut-shamin' especially when it comes to women with big boobs and ass. Curves are supposed to be "in" but that's not true. Okay, I like to show cleavage and even some under-boob. I am not bashin' anyone who wants to show their curves because if you got it, flaunt it! It's just all the necessary bullshit you have to do in order to fit into this celeb life, man. You feel all kinds of pressure to change your bodies according to the shifting fads of what is considered hot at the moment. As a busty girl, you get pressure to "cut em down" to "normal" size so you're not too threatening to "the streets" (the public). Again, that's bullshit! I will never do it, get a reduction. I am not the biggest girl, but I'm proud of my H cups. So here is another confession of mine: I watch porn and lots of it. Don't judge*laughs*. There are some bomb ass chicks in that profession and all natural busty girls are killin' da game. I especially love "soft-core porn" (faux lesbian scenes are the best) and webcam shows the most. Something about a confident naturally busty girl that stimulates my pussy. I've become an expert on finding sites that features big boobs. September Carrino is a bad bitch "fo' sho" (for sure). So is Antonella Kahla. Sarah Rae, who has a site that features busty women, can get this "cat" (pussy) anytime she likes. There is this Dominican named Miosotis who is HUGE. I would suck them boobs of hers like I was her firstborn. I am talkin' all day long. There is this site called Divine Breasts that is a personal favorite of mine. It features busty girls whether thin, thick or big girls. They are all represented to the fullest and there are black, white and Latinas on there, all kind of flavors of all natural busty girls. I like Scoreland and Pinup Files too. Another site that I think is a spin-off to Divine Breasts is OMGboobs.com. Alice85JJ could get the cat anytime too. I like the big girls on there too, like Summer LaShay (yummy!), and there are older girls that have boobs that I want to get lost in, like Anika and Sabrina. I have other favorite models like Jinxy XW. She's hot with soft, saggy tits and her face is pretty to me. Poetry Travis isn't a porn star, per se but she's a "soft-core" model and her boobs are everything. She can smother me any day. I have fantasies of her doing that to me a lot. As I inferred I like big girls too. Cotton Candy comes to mind. So sexy and carries herself with a confidence that exudes how dominant she probably is. I like Miss Deja and Mz Diva. There is also this older lady who is actually kind of famous for how big her breasts are named Norma Stitz. I have had many fantasies of humping one of her huge custom made bras while visiting her, and getting caught by me so she could "punish" me. It gets me wet every time. I guess it's the inner-sub that's in my subconscious. I like to dominate cause I love being in control when I am with women, but I have fantasized about what it is like to be dommed. I know that sounds crazy, right? I told on myself. Y'all shocked, looking at me like I am this deviant perv? Oh well, there is more where that came from. Like I said, don't judge me. So with that, let me tell my story. I was in downtown Philly, my city. I was there to visit "my peoples." I didn't come with an entourage or even a bodyguard. I did bring Sebastian with me and my nanny, but other than it was just me. I'm a star so people expect an entourage from me with my diva image but I wanted to enjoy myself which isn't easy these days. I asked for this life, dreamed of it, so no complaints from me. I just want moments where I'm a normal girl. Plus, to keep it 100, I went to The Gallery not only to shop and eat but to enjoy "girl-watching." Yep, I was checking out hotties on the low like a major perv. I love to girl watch. See "the streets" or the real world has more authenticity and realness than the world that I am a part of now could ever offer. That world is fantasy. I'm looking for reality as my fantasy. BTW, I do know most women aren't as well-endowed as I like but "platinum" can be found and I like to be there when it does. I have seen my share but was too afraid to talk to 'em. Being a celeb you can get pics in uncompromising position. I'm not here for that and ruin my career and status. I worked too hard and did so many things to get there. So I'm in The Gallery in Philly which is one of my favorite spots which at 9th and Market downtown. I sat at the table so that I could eat at where all of the eateries are. I was eating some fish and fries while girl watching. I could multi-task like that. Ha! I was bored with I saw. Some cute girls, I saw but nothing that has stimulated my pussy yet. As I was finishing my grub (my food), I saw HER. Before I get into this, I'm ready for the question: Where was my son? Sebastian was with family. I needed some "me time." Every mother does. My son is taken care of and looked after. Trust! I love my child and I try to be the best mom I can be. Don't ever get that twisted, my peeps. Back to my story, I will repeat myself: I saw HER sitting over 50 feet from me. What did she look like? She had short auburn red hair. Not nearly bald like my signature style but a short 'fro that looked cute on her face. I think she has vitiligo so her face and hands was paler in places than others. She was still cute in the face with beautiful hazel eyes. She was short, definitely less than 5 feet. I could tell even as she was sitting down. What caught my eye was how much cleavage she was flauntin' with her pink shirt that had the word, SEXY on it. She was HUGE or at least it looked that way. You could be 1000 feet away from her and see how big she was. In fact, her boobs were plopped on the table she was sitting at, as if she was resting her back from the weight of them. She was eating and as she did, I noticed her cleavage was catching the crumbs that fell from her eating. Yeah, I was watching her that hard. She probably didn't notice how hard I was watching her. She would wipe the crumbs off her boobs (I know what that's like btw) and her tits would effortlessly jiggle and wobble. Any movement, any little movement she made, they wobbled shamelessly. As if they knew that if their "owner" and "mama" didn't notice me "violating" her with my eyes, "they" did and loved the attention my eyes was giving them. They were giving me quite a show. She was so much bigger than me. She looked at least twice my size and I thought I was seein' thangs. My fucking god, she's HUGE, I was thinking to myself. I was scared of the thoughts in my head. I told myself to get it together, like I've never seen big boobs before. Then I realized thinking to myself, just enjoy myself. I am in voyeur heaven. After she finished eating and I was nursing my Coke as an excuse to stay where I was, she left. I was so sad and my pussy was "talking" to me. I had to obey "her" so I left also. I went to my car so I could go back to the hotel that I was staying. I decided to stay at the Meridien because I was going to South Street to have some fun. I already had a room so I got to the hotel, gave my car to valet cause I was driving the Maybach. Then I get into my room, took off my clothes and get into the tub. I brought my Bath and Body Wash so that I could take a bubble bath. I love taking bubble baths. It relaxes me and I do naughty things when I am in them. I ran the water for my bath until it got hot. Then I got in it. It felt so good to be that hot water. I thought of the woman that I saw earlier and I instinctively began to rub my nipples before pinching them. I put my right tit to my mouth and I blew on it. I licked my areola. I learned that from Juliesjuggs, an amateur webcam model star. I know that name gives you chuckles but she's lives up to her name. She's a big girl in the breast area and she's thick all over too. I like her body though she don't got a big ol' booty. Her boobs are bigger than mine for sure. Not as big as the chick who was my new muse for the masturbation session that I was going to have. Anyway, I was still blowing on my nipple before I lightly bit it. I pulled at it slowly then I sucked it. I twirled my mouth on it. Nice and slowly. Licking it some more, I bit on it gently again before I sucked it. I was taking my time like I would my mystery girl if I ever I saw her again. I did more soft-sucking of my right nipple. I got quite satisfied with what I did with it so I switch to the left one. I loved how heavy both of them felt in my hands as I was wondering just how heavy my mystery girl were. Probably much heavier than mine, I thought. I had my left boob, blowing on it like I did with the right one. Licked it before I decided to get adventurous and smack it with the other hand. I smacked it 3 times. I put both nipples together and rubbed them against each other. The duelin' friction was a great sensation and I moaned as I rubbed them together some more. I grabbed my nipples, lick the top of my breasts and pinched my nipples. I smacked my breasts together before I kissed both of them. At first I did the right one then the left one. Feelin' all worked up and horny, I kissed them together one more time before I put my nipples together as I gave in to the temptation to suck both of them. Again, I am a 36H so I can do this easily. I learned this trick from watching Sarah Rae videos. She's another girl that has bigger tits than me so she does it easier than me but I was getting the job done. I took them out of my mouth, made them jiggle and wobble before I put my nipples together again to suck both of them again. Then I left my breasts feeling nice and relaxed. I love playing with my boobs when I masturbate. So I started to finger my "honeypot" as I was so wet down there and not just from the water. I was daydreamin' 'bout her danglin' her juggs over my face as I continued. I went slow and easy. I was in no hurry. I knew that if I prolonged this for a good while, I was gonna "nut" really hard. My finger felt nice but my honeypot was hungry for another so I felt "her". I was pumpin' in and out in rhythm to a beat that only I knew. I took my fingers out so I could smack my pussy. It wasn't as hard as I wanted because of the water. I laughed to myself at my failed attempt but it did get "her" attention. I spread myself again to receive my two right fingers as I did more pumpin' in rhythm, in and out. The friction was pleasurable and I felt myself getting there. So I went a little faster, stroking a little harder. I groan passionately and now I was in a zone to get myself off. I kept going with my small fingers going as deep as they could go. I tried to prolong my orgasm, but my pussy was on fire and I needed to put it out. I stroked faster and faster, chanting loudly, "Tits! Big fat fuckin' tits! Huge fuckin' boobs!" I chanted this over and over again, going out of my mind with lust and desire. I climaxed and with that, I screamed with a high pitched voice that I only recognize when I cum really hard like I did then. My breathin' was shaky. Finally, it slowed down to its normal rate. I smiled to myself feelin' as good as I could be. I couldn't wait to go out that night. Just me by myself and have whatever fun I wanted. I deserved it because I need to treat myself. Everything is work, work, and more work. Even when I "party" that's just promotion and networking to stay relevant. I figured the paparazzi might be there and catch me at "Gayborhood" but so damn what! I was doing me for one of the few times since I became famous. I got out of the tub and dried my body off. I debated within myself what I should wear. I'm usually styled by "professionals" so it was a treat dress myself to go clubbing. I decided to wear this purple dress that I got from Nicole Miller at the Bellevue. It hugs my more than ample curves just right and I love doing that. Yep, I was being "bad" this night. This I was sure of. I painted my nails, put my purple Steve Madden 4 inch heels because I like looking taller than my 5'9" and I love to show my legs. And then I put on purple eye shadow and a little foundational makeup before checking myself in the mirror. Makeup on point: Check! Cleavage on fleek (standing out): Check! Ass on fleek: Check! Feeling flawless, I was ready to go. As I said, I was going to "Gayborhood". I got my keys, left my room, got on the elevator before leaving the hotel. The valet got my Maybach for me and I got in my car. I adjusted the front and side-view mirror before I put on my shades and drove. I looked like the "Boss Bitch" that I know that I am. I found my destination. I went to the Voyeur. It's a great club with lot of famous DJs, great music and many times it is packed. It was that night. I really love my LGBT family. I am not an activist but I always feel comfortable and a kinship when I am around the fam. I went into the club. I got checked out or rather felt up by a female bouncer. I winked at her when she was done. She was a cute lil' butch so I didn't mind what she did. I went in and claimed my spot. Everyone was already having a ball. I got there around 11pm. I like to get there a little late cause that's when it goes down. I didn't even get recognized or at least have a crowd of people around me like I normally do. I didn't mind. Not until I saw this sexy ass waitress with a nice cleavage, I think she was a DD cup at least, take my order. She recognized me and wanted my autograph. I gave it to her after she got my drink which was a Smirnoff Whipped Cream. I sipped in the scene seeing "queens," "femmes" and even some "trade" and there were women there too gettin' it in. So I danced a little myself with some girls then with some "queens." I got felt up with all the masses of bodies there. It was all good. I was having fun. I dance some more until I decided to cool off. I needed another drink so I got one. A few minutes later after sipping another round of Smirnoff Whipped Cream, the music shut off. Of course, the DJ makes this announcement, "We have a celeb in da house! Show some love for that bad ass bald bitch...Philly's own Amber Rose!!" The spotlight was at my seat. The last thing I wanted. I love attention. I get it all the time but I wanted a little normalcy. Still I did what I did when I am always in these situations; I shown the love back. This is my home-town. I can't ever forget where I came from. This city made me the woman that I am and I love being here. I signed some autographs including on some tits, got felt up by a few patrons which is something that makes me uncomfortable but it was all love and drinks were on the house all because I was in da building. Liquor was flowin' everywhere and people dancing having the time of their lives. I was happy to see this. Then I saw HER again, the chick from "The Gallery" wearing on a tight blue dress that her cleavage was puttin' a hurt on. To be honest, I didn't know how her tits were able to fit in that dress, they were ready to bust out. They were that packed in. Not that I didn't appreciate the visual. She didn't have an ass really but most girls built like her don't. They call bodies like that in the Urban Community "bad bodies" which is stupid because this chick's body definitely looked hot to me. Dominating Amber I also noticed that her boobs had freckles on them as did her face and again, her skin was paler on different areas of her body including her boobs. Still she looked cute. I could see all of this from 75 feet away. Yes, I have good eyes. *Chuckles* I waited on her to come over like everyone else in the club did after she realized who I was. She didn't. I was little offended thinking, "She's not feelin' me. Who does she think she is?" She had a very aloof personality. She was very nonchalant and even cocky which made a hard time for me not to pay attention to the stimulation of my pussy. She looked so hot and yummy. So I stayed longer than I was going to. I wanted to make my move to her but I didn't have the guts at first. That's so unlike me. I watched her inter act, she's very flirty especially with the bartenders and the waitresses. I could tell she knew some of them and she knew her tits were on fleek. It was fascinating to see them wobble all over the place like they had a rhythm and a mind of their own. Mine does that too, but nothing like hers. I thought I was gonna drool. I don't know how they never came out of her dress. I noticed her letting some patrons feel them up, and make playful attempts to bite at them. She seemed like a good sport about it, like she's used to this. I guess she is. All I know is that I was hungry looking at them and thirsty so I sipped some more of my drink. I had 3 of them by now. I knew I had to drive and I didn't want to get too tore-up or get a DUI. That's the last thing I needed. Before I made my decision, SHE came over. Just like that with a beautiful dimpled smile. I opened my mouth saying, "Wassup?" "I know who you are, Ms. Rose," she responded. "My name is Syreata. I'm a major fan of yours and I wanted to meet you." I shook her hand. Then I asked her skeptically, "Why didn't you come over when everyone else did then?" It was hard to hear over the music as well as talking over it. She smartly said, "Like you said, it was a crowd and I didn't want to seem that 'thirsty' (pushy). I wanted to give you privacy. I figured you would stay a while longer so I waited, mingled some until I made my move." I asked, "How did you know I was going to leave?" She answered, "I've watched ever since I got here and recognized that it was you. It was nice to meet you. I hope you have a nice weekend". I watched her cleavage wobble enticingly before she turned away. I called out her name and she came back. I took a step out in faith, "Are you with anyone?" She laughed as her boobs shamelessly wobbled some more, "Nah. I was on the Speed-Line from Jersey to get here by myself". I joked, "You came here by yourself in that dress?" She chuckled again, "You got jokes. Your dress is cute too," she flirtatiously before adding, "By the way, you're prettier in person than on TV. Everyone says that to every celebrity to kiss their ass but it's true of you." I thanked her and told her that my car was here so we could chill at my hotel room. She seemed surprised, "You drove here all by yourself, Ms. Rose?" I answered hesitantly, "Call me Amber and yes I did." I didn't know why I was so slow to hesitant. I was feeling tipsy but I wasn't worried over the top silly drunk. She told me why she asked, "You drank a lot of Smirnoff Whipped Cream. Are you sure you'll be a'ight to drive?" I assured the boobilicious beauty, "I can hold my liquor. Trust! I just wanna get to know you better. Do you want to or not?" I said this with an air of confidence that I wasn't actually feeling at that moment. She thought about my proposition a little bit then, "Okay. I trust you with my safety and I'm honored that you deem me worthy of someone of getting to know." I was ready, "Let's go." I paid for my tab and hers (she drank some too). We got in my Maybach. I could see even with her aloof manner she was impressed. We made small talk in the car. Like I had said, she was cool, nonchalant and aloof but all and all cool and normal. I liked her smile and she seemed to do it a lot. I pulled up by the Meridien giving my car keys to the valet. We went up the elevator to go to my floor (6th floor) and finally to my room. I opened the door and invited her in. "Thank you", she said politely. She added, "Do you have a minibar?" I told her that I did and she asked, "Do you have some Long Island Ice Tea. I want it on the rocks." I told her, "On the rocks, huh?" as I smiled at her. Then I quipped, "You're easy to please, aren't you?" She wisecracked back, "In more ways than you can imagine, Ms. Amber." I raised my eyebrows at that statement while she laughed at my facial expression. I went to the dining room to get our drinks. I poured us both Long Island Ice Teas. I went back into the room and she smiled when she saw our drinks. "You brought us tall drinks", she commented jokingly. "You want me tore up don't cha?" I teased, "You a 'lightweight' with liquor, baby?" "A little," she admitted. "But I am down for anything". "Good", I uttered not sure if I felt the same. She took her sip. We made more small talk. I found out that she was a librarian assistant, that she was born and raised in South Jersey and that she turned 27 a few days before. We toasted to that. She told me that she's Jewish who grew up believing that Jesus was the Messiah which surprised me. She said, "Yeah, there are Jews who believe in Jesus. His Hebrew name is Yeshua actually his full name was Yeshua ben Yosef (Joseph). His first disciples were Jews also. The whole faith in Yeshua movement was spread by the Jewish people so long ago. It shouldn't be a surprise if Christianity is a major religion in the world then the people who started it would still have those believing in it." I asked curiously, "Do you still believe in it" She said, "If I had a religion, then I would believe in Yeshua being the Messiah not because I grew up in learning that believing what I am told but because I looked a lot of this on my own. I love history and being Jewish it's part of my history. I read arguments for and against it and there are too many prophecies that point to him and too much outside of biblical historical corroboration of him to think that it could be made up. The only reason why I don't believe in it is because of the Bible's viewpoint on Homosexuality." Again what she saying was very intriguing to me. So I went deeper in to what she said by asking her, "So you like girls?" She kept it 100, "Very much so. For as long as I could remember, I always found females sexy. I had crushes on a couple of teachers who were females. I used to look at videos and found women performers desirable. It just always seemed natural too me. And I love breasts too, big ones." I asked her, "You weren't ever curious about boys?" She emphatically denied, "Nope. Strictly-clitly, boo!" We both laughed at that. She told me about her experiences. Not in major detail. I found out from her that she had only been in one significant relationship when she was really young. I asked her how young. She avoided that question. It seemed she still had a thing for whoever that girl was, though they were BFFs and the girl was married but I didn't push Syreata to ask if she did. I liked the vibe we had. It was natural. She seemed like a cool, fun even as nonchalant as she is and would make a good mate for whomever she decided to settle down with. I wasn't ready for anything like that. I wasn't ready for anything like that, just wanted to have fun since I had been in many serious relationships. I said this to her and she understood. So the conversation naturally moved toward to my relationships. I asked her, "What do you want to know, Syreata?" Here it was, "Well, being a big fan, I know you're bi. Have you ever been in serious relationships with females or were they playthangs?" She slurred a bit when she finished the question. I knew she was feeling it now. "Good question," I told her. She smiled her dimpled smile. I told her of my one significant relationship with a woman when I was 20. I was stripping then and I was with an older woman who was married but living a double life in the closet. I could see that Syreata was intrigued, relaxing herself as I told her my story. I told her that Mariel broke my heart and how it happened. She seemed so sad. I told her that I had other flings with women but my serious relationships with men, specifically Kanye and Wiz. We were both laughing as I told my stories about the both of them. She was a good listener and easy to talk to. I told her about the true love of my life, Bass. How happy I was to have him especially after how contentious my breakup was with Wiz. She said that she was thinking of getting artificial insemination because the women in her family have the trait of getting early menopause. Another intriguing convo happened from there. "The women in my mom's side of the family get menopause by their early to mid -thirties as well as other physical traits," she said to me. She continued talking about how the women in her family after I coaxed her about what other common traits they have, "We have an inside joke that that if a girl in our family, that is my mom's peoples, isn't at least a DDD before graduating high school, she's adopted! My lack of height comes from my dad's peoples; the women in that family are short. His mom was 4'9". She died when I was 15. "Anyway, my mom's side doesn't believe in believe in reduction at all. Having big breasts are a source of pride to our family. It's the most distinctive common physical trait about us. It doesn't matter if we're tall or short, dark-skinned or light, thick, thin or full-figured, or having different sexual preferences, doesn't matter the difference we all have lots of boobs. Not that we're the same size or anything but especially if we gain weight, we carry much of it in our chest. It actually goes back from the days of my ancestors being transported from Africa on the slave boats." I was intrigued that she knew her family history like this. I love history too. I knew of families sharin' similar traits like noses or foreheads or having big booties/hips or even having bigger breasts. It was just refreshing to see someone talk like this and not complain about having lots of boobs. I exclaimed, "Wow. So you are never gettin' em 'cut down?" She was emphatic, "Hell no! I love 'my girls.'" She actually hugged them, before squeezing them from the sides with her arms before adding, "They can be a pain, literally and figuratively, but I would feel naked without 'em'. 'Nita' and 'Gina' are mine 'til 'death does us part.' When I was a child, I looked up to all the adults in my fam and wanted be buxom like them. Well, I didn't have to worry about that. The 'booby fairy' was good to me as you can see. You seem to perk up over the conversation about my tits. Are you a breast-girl, Amber?" I downplayed it a bit, "A little bit". She scooted over with her "twins" invading my personal space. They wobbled gently as she said, I knew who you were when I saw you at The Gallery", she confessed. I raised my eyebrows for the second time tonight because I didn't think she noticed. She explained, "Yeah, I saw you staring hard at 'Lanita' and 'Regina'." I interrupted, "'Lanita' and 'Regina'?" "Those are the names that I gave my boobs", she smiled bashfully. I laughed, "That's cute. Your left is 'Lanita' and your right is 'Regina', true?" "True story", she confirmed. "Anyway, I didn't think it was you at first. I expected a big entourage with bodyguards, girl. I didn't think you would roll by yourself." I interrupted again, "I didn't want that superstar persona. I wanted to be normal and hang out. It's hard to be real in my line of work." She remarked, "I see. Back to The Gallery, you were staring hard at my boobs. You tried to hide it but it was obvious. You looked like you want to be the crumbs that landed in my cleavage". I laughed knowing she was correct. "So after I finished eating," she concluded, "I had to meet my cousin at the store that I promised to meet her at because we were in Philly to go shoppin'." I didn't mean to be noisy but I had to ask her anything because I was enjoying her that much, "How old is your cousin?" She answered me, "She's 18 now. Dree, that's short for Adrianna, is a high school senior. Her dad, my uncle, died on April 19th so I was taking her shopping to pick her spirits up cause she still down about him gone." I said compassionately, "I'm so sorry, Syreata." I saw her 'bout to tear up but she played it off and composed herself. I asked why she went to Voyeur. She replied, "Something to do. I had no idea you would be there." Then with her beautiful hazels she said, "I'm so glad that I did". I agreed, "I'm glad I met you too." We both smiled. Then the conversation took an interesting turn. "Amber, you're known for your ass and it's definitely nice but you have beautiful breasts," she seemingly complimented me genuinely. "Thank you," I told her. Then she rocked my senses when she had the nerve to say with authority, "I think you're wearing on the wrong bra size." Stunned, I uttered, "How would you know?" She was blunt, "Girl, you told the world your size when you was on RuPaul's show". I smiled blushing because she was right. I told this, "Okay, you're right. I did. I got measured though. Why are talking about my boobs?" I felt self-conscious being around this well-endowed hottie. She astutely responded, "Cause we talked 'bout mine" "You think mine in smaller in person," I asked scared of her answer. She was blunt again, "You definitely aren't the size that you are supposed to be. You're a 32GG!" I was offended, "That's smaller than a 36H". I couldn't believe she said that. "You really think they are smaller in person", I cried. I felt very insecure even more around her. She clarified, "That's not what I am saying. You don't know the difference between US and UK sizing? Goddess and Panache has both sizes on their tags. You know this, right?" I was silent and turned red cause I knew she was right again. "The reason that is", she picked up steam, "that UK sizing has double letters after DDD while US sizing don't. Even that's changing because DD will be E cups and DDDs, F Cups. UK sizing isn't like that. A GG Cup is a J Cup in our size, Amber. You're a 32GG/J, I am sure of that". I disputed her, "But I got professionally measured." She countered, "What is your bust measurement?" I answered "32 inches." She nodded her head, and made her point, "Then they added 4 inches to it, correct?" "Yeah", I agreed. She concluded, "That affect bra sizes which is why 80% of women wear on the wrong bra size. Even professionals make that mistake cuz that's the old way. Under the old way, I would be wearing a 38-40 inch band depending on the brand. My "under-bust" is a 34 and my bust measurements or my "over-bust" is 53 inches. Putting me in the right band size is the difference between me wearing M Cups in US Sizing and M Cups in UK Sizing". "Hmmm", I responded even more intrigued by her. That I guessed encouraged Syreata to go further, "I only know of all this because of all of my experiences growing up as a busty young girl 'til now trying to find the right bra size for me. It was hell for me. I hated wearing on bras when I was going to grade and middle school because they were so ill-fitting." I was so enraptured, she was so passionate. She was like a preacher on TV, "After that, I started to find shops that custom my bras because when I was younger, I wore on 28 inch band sizes back in the day and it was hard to find that with large cup sizes. I understood how important finding the right band size was for good fitting bras. For example, the breast volume of a 28GG in UK sizing is the same volume as a 36DDD. " The light came on, "Yeah, because every cup size aren't the same." She agreed, "Yes, when I was a 28GG/J cup, it was hard to find bras in that size. When I went to Rigby and Peller in downtown London, back in the day, I got my first custom made bra that day. I felt so happy because I finally enjoyed wearing on bras. Bras make our figures look great and wearing my correct bra size as better than the 34Ds that I was wearing before I went to R&P. No more 'boob-quad'!" "I hear that", I agreed, before asking the question I was dying to know. "So what size you are now?" She deadpanned, "How did I know that would be your next question, Lil Amber?" I raised my eyebrows at her calling "Lil" because I knew she was flaunting her boob superiority. She stated, "Remember when I told you that there is a difference between M Cups in US Sizing and M Cups in UK sizing. I'm a 34M Cup in UK sizing which is equal to a 34S in US sizing" My heart almost stopped. She teased again, ""I should have worn my custom made bra to prove it to you. Now whenever I am not wearing that bra, the bras I wear range from 42Ks to 48HHs. I could wear 50Hs but wearing a 50 inch band size makes me feel fat." She shimmied and bounced a bit. "Jesus", I exclaimed as my pussy pulsated from all this titty talk. She said, "So this is why I told you that you were a 32GG. 36FF/H US Cup Size is actually your 'sister size', Amber but a 32GG/J would fit you better. Anyway, I know your 'over-bust' measurement is 42 inches, correct?" I nodded my head. She concluded, "That's 10 inches from your 'under-bust' to your 'over-bust'. That's how you're a J cup." I quipped, "I'm a big girl", patting my boobs proudly. Syreata squeezed hers together with her elbows and forearms to create an unbelievable long and deep cleavage, then said, "You a big girl but not as big as me though. " I challenged, "I can still hold my own even if your tits are practically twice my size." She challenged back, "Oh really?" 'The bigger they are, the harder they fall," I cockily tossed back at her. She smiled, "Let's have a tit fight!" 'A titty-fight", I asked stunned. She repeated herself. I refused at first, "I'm not bruising my tits. Not here for that boo! My body is my livelihood. I don't like how that sounds" We laughed together again. She clarified herself, "I'm not here for hurting the girls either. I'm talking about rubbing our tits together to make the other get an orgasm. Whoever cums loses and is the winner's sex or rather 'tit-slave'. I was intrigued and horny. Mad horny. "You said nothing but a word, huh", I boldly proclaimed to Syreata. I showed my boldness by taking off my dress because I had already taken off my shoes earlier in the night and then my panties. I was naked as the day I was born. Syreata smiled and whistled at me. I impatiently asked her, "What's taking you so long?" Her response was, "Just enjoying the view. It isn't every day that I see a celeb naked in person!" I laughed. My nipples were hard with my light pink 4 inch areolas standing out. As I said before, my girls aren't as full as I want them to be but they are splayed and I have high sitting areolas. I was shaking 'em making "clappin'" sounds. Syreata teased me, "Oh, your 'lil girls' can clap a bit, huh?" I laughed again, "You got one more time to call them little. I am far from 'little' as you can see." She observed, "Oh you're much taller than me. But from big enough where it counts at least as far where this is leading up to". With that, as she was standing up, she unzipped the back of her dress and pull it a bit over her chest. Her different hued full, heavy, pendulous juggs looked ready for action but ever the tease; she put her forearms over them to cover them up. Dominating Amber After this, she smiled asking with a sexy purr in her voice, "Are you ready for your 'superiors' to make their full appearance?" "Yes", I whispered. "Okay," she exclaimed, "Here they come!" And there they were. She fuckin' massive. WTF! And she's not even 5 feet either. More like about 4'8". So they, her breasts, went down to her waist. They were also splayed even though they were closer together than mine with her areolas sitting lower than mine. Speakin' of her areolas, they were wide as fuck. They were at least 51/2 inches wide with her nipples looking hard, proud and ready for action. A girl was speechless and intimidated. I could also see her booby-veins faintly. I knew I was dead-meat as far as titty-fighting was concerned but I had to be cool. I didn't want to back down after all that shit I talked. Miss Syreata quipped, "Are they what you expected, 'Lil Amber'?" Playing it nonchalantly, I spoke with what appeared to be the sound of my voice, "They a'ight." Then I confessed, "I can't believe you carry these around every day, girl!" "Every day," she responded, shimmying to make them clap louder than I ever could. She jumped up and down and as she did her breasts did slow heavy loud claps. I could tell she loved to do that. "Show off", I joked. "Whatever, 'Lil Amber'," she wisecracked, "I just hope you're ready to cream and be my tit-slave. I know that's what you want." She bounced up and down to clap them again. I was conflicted and confused because I told y'all that about Norma Stitz fantasies. Getting dommed by a huge titted chick is a deep fantasy if mine. Syreata isn't as big as Norma, but she has more than enough equipment to make me submit and dominate me. How did she know that I wanted to be dominated? I guess she could smell the scent of it. Dommes know who they can turn into their slaves and it seemed she did too. I played it cool again, "You think you big enough to make that happen? Girl, please". I was lying through my teeth. She went up close to me with her much bigger heavier looking tits really close to mine, "Enough talking. Let's do this!" She bumped me nearly knocking me off my feet. I felt so easily overpowered though I was taller than her. She was that huge. Then she did a strange thing, she lied on her back, "I'm giving the 'advantage' to ya. Go 'head and get on top." I shook shimmying my H or J cups (whatever size they are) naughtily while she squeezed her monsters with her short chunky forearms. She's shorter than me so it wasn't easy to get into position but I landed my tits onto hers. I rubbed my pale tit-flesh on her nipples. I figured that was the best way to attack her since maybe her nipples were sensitive. I grabbed both of my tits and circled them around her huge areolas and her nipples. I heard a light moan so I thought I hit 'jackpot'. I taunted HER, "I'm not so 'little' right now, huh?" She smiled, "This is cute. Feels pretty good, I'll admit. I won't come though." That made me mad which was my first mistake. I circled some more getting into a rhythm as I kept going to tit-to-tit. It felt so incredible, she's so much bigger. So much tit-flesh I was rubbing on and so soft too. She kept smiling as I moaned and moaned. Another taunting came from her, "Are you about to cum while you are on top? You are such a 'light-weight'." I snarled menacingly, "Girl you will cum. The bigger they are, the harder they fall, shorty." 'Shorty," she laughed again, "Again, cute! You better come harder than this." Then she bragged, "A couple more minutes and it's MY turn. You know you can't handle all this jelly." I kept moaning, exerting more energy rubbing on her tits. I tried to pace myself. She was still smiling her cocky smile as I looked at her face. She told me, "Girl, you should see your face when you struggle. I'm ready to turn you over. One! Two! Three!" She turned me over while we were on the floor. She did it so easy. "I'm stronger than I look, honey", as she pinned me down. She was shimmying, slapping her tits onto mine I yelled, "Ow!" She bragged again, "I told you that you have no wins against these." Then she started to mash them softly at first before going harder at a slow pace. I thought to myself, they're so heavy but they feel so good. I can get used to this. She teased some more, "Getting comfy? Mmmm...this is hot!" I groaned with pleasure under the heaviness of her tits agreeing with her. She did more slow shimmying and shaking. I knew she was toying with me and could make me "tap out" any time. With every shimmy and shake she barbed at me, "You like that 'Lil One'? Yep, you love those heavy things on top of your lil' ones, Ms. Rose. Don't cha? I bet you wanna cum, don't cha?" I tried to keep my poise, "No, I'm not" She laughed at my pathetic effort, "That tells me you're ready to submit, my darling. Don't fight it. I want to see you cum, don't deprive yourself." On and on she went, driving me crazy with her suggestive talk and her huge heavy titties on top of my much smaller ones. Then without warning, it happened, "Shit! These huge fat fucking tits feel so good on top of mine! So fucking heavy and huge! More!! More!! More!! Make me cum, please!!" She laughed, "You're begging like a slave, already. More you want, then more you'll get!" She bounced them on mine, massed on my nipples, swinging her heavy boobs against the nipples before mashing them again. That did it. I came without words first then, "FUCCCCCKKKK! PICK ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE! YOU MASSIVE TITTED HEIFER!! WITH YOUR COW SIZED UDDERS!! I'MMMMMMMM CUMMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!! OHHHH SSSSSSSHHHHHHIIIIIIIITTTTTTT!!" She fell off me laughing harder than ever as I came like never before from tit-fightin'. I lied there trying to catch my breath as 'my love came down"! I finally came to my senses and pouted, "Unbelievable, I was no match for you. That has never happened before. I have tit-fought before." I shook my head. She quipped adding to my shame, "You never met me before." She cracked up while I blushed. "Awww, baby", she consoled as if she was a mommy talking to her child, "At least you'll get dommed tonight!" As I was still lying down, she got up her breasts in my face, proudly swinging them back and forth. Her areolas hit my face gently a few times before leaning over a bit further to slap me silly. I moaned. She laughed again. She stopped and let them dangle in my face just like my fantasy in the tub. She commanded, "Squeeze and knead them. You called me a cow. Well milk me like one. Pretend I have milk, slave. Your mistress will even 'moo' for ya." I replied, "Yes mistress." I tentatively reached for them. I grabbed the sides squeezing them together, rubbing and kneading them. She was a woman of her word, "Moo. Moo. Moo. Moo" mimicking a cow as I squeezed them harder and harder. They felt so soft. I could have done this forever. Then I grabbed her nipples and actually started to pull them like I was milking a cow. I thought I was hurting but she said when I stopped, "Keep pulling harder, slave!" "Yes, mistress", I was so excited and eager to please. I pulled more. "Just like that", she whispered, "Mooooooo! Moooooooo! Moooooo!" So I continued to pinch and pull her nipples making them longer while they were still in my face. "You did good, slave", she panted breathlessly, "Now hands off!" I did as she commanded and she began shaking her charms like they were huge hanging pom-poms. She went back and forth with 'em, I was scared and excited at what my mistress would do. She stopped then she lowered slowly on my face before giving me the tit smothering of tit smothering. I could barely breathe as she continued to dominate my face with her massive different hued light brown and pale breasts. She lifted herself up, swinging them over and over again enticingly before dropping their full weight on my face smothering me again. She laughed so heartedly. "You like this, my slave", she demanded. I moaned my response. It was all I could do underneath all that weight! She asked, "What do you have to say for yourself slave?", as she got off me to give me some room to breathe. I begged, "You're so huge! Can you keep smothering me, Mistress? Please keep smothering me, Mistress." My pussy was so wet. She laughed again before speaking in a loud whisper, "That's right, slave. Beg! I demand to beg louder!" I begged with all my might, "MISTRESS, KEEP SMOTHERING ME! DON'T STOP SMOTHERING ME WITH MASSIVE TITTIES OF YOURS! PLEASE!" She did what I pathetically begged for, using her weights of her tits to suffocate me. She taunted some more, "I wanted to first do this when I saw you eyeing my 'charms', Lil' Amber. You looked so precious watching them wobble I did the slightest movement. I almost creamed my panties. If it wasn't for the fact that it was a public place, I would have fingered my pussy." She smothered me more and more. I was a mess underneath those massive monsters. I thought, "What the fuck did I get myself into?" Then she had mercy on me by lifting herself before commanding, "Kiss them. " They were still in my face. I barely had my breath. I kissed them lightly and a bit half-heartedly. She was angry, "You can do better than that, slave! Do as I say or you'll another smothering will take place as your 'punishment'!" I knew she was serious I kissed them harder, her nipples that is. That I did what she really wanted, I kissed them with suction going from to breast to breast, one then the other. "Good slave", she complimented. Seeing that what I did really pleased her, I did it over and over again. I wanted to finger my pussy so bad with all that titty meat in my face but my mistress prolonged my agony. Then she commanded, "Suck my tit, Slave!" I did, sucking the right one. They were still in my face while "Mistress Syreata" was still positioned leaning over me. She laughingly complimented, "Most women I've been with go after the 'bigger twin' so you did good again." I ached for her praise like a 5 year old daughter does her mommy while sucking like a baby looking for the tastiest milk though she had none. "Nope," she told me to my shame and sadness, "No milk in there; only fat, plump 'Grade A' tit meat, baby. It taste good to you, slave?" I truthfully answered, "Yes, Mistress" then happily went back to sucking, licking her areola and nipple before sucking again. She lovingly rubbed my head and purred like a kitten again, "Yes, Lil Amber, suck those fat tits of mine. That's it. Take Regina deep in your mouth. Keep doing this and I'll reward ya with her 'big sis'." That inspired me more. I know her right tit was the bigger one and I wanted to taste it as my mistress continued to stroke my head. So I kept it up, sucking like it was the tastiest slab of meat I ever had in my mouth. Then she told me, "Now pleasure 'Gina,' my slave!" And Gina was a "big girl", Jesus! I sucked "her" softly before softly biting it. She was not pleased, "Did I tell you to do that? Suck it, not bite it, Lil 'Amber'!" I obeyed and sucked her softly again before increasing my sucking pressure. I sucked harder and faster with my goal of putting her whole areola in my mouth. I couldn't do it. I almost gagged on it. She whispered, "Take your time, my pet. I know you're an eager slave but 'she' ain't goin' anywhere. Neither one are." Encouraged, I kept licking, sucking before pinching her nipple to both of our delight. She was moaning loudly. I slapped her nipple on a whim. I could see it puffed and swell up. This time a playful scowl came on her face, "Did I tell you to do that, slave?" I was horrified, "No Mistress!" "It's okay," she reassured me. I went back to sucking and licking her areola again. She moaned and whimpered delightfully. I was hoping she would allow me to make her cum doing this. She destroyed my dream by commanding me, "OK, lay down. I don't want you make me cum. It will be the other way around. You like that, Lil Amber?" I exclaimed, "Yes, mistress!" while expressing my happiness to her. "I knew you would like that", she cooed. Then she commanded, "Spread your legs! I did it and an angry scowl came on her face. "I said wider slut! Right now, slave!" I spread wider. She smiled, then taunted, "I bet you think I'm gonna taste ya." I said nothing not betraying my thoughts. She screamed, "Answer me, 'Lil Amber'! You have my permission." Scared by her tone of voice, I whimpered, "I thought it was a possibility, mistress." She retorted, "A possibility?" She laughed hard like it was the most insane thing she ever heard. She spoke in a haughty tone, "You would like that. Right my tit-slave?" I nodded vigorously. She burst my little bubble, "Nope!! I got something better for you." She patted her massive flesh pillows proudly then told me, "I'm gonna make you cum with the two things you been lustin' after since you saw 'em at The Gallery, Lil Ms. Rose. Get your pussy ready." She put her right nipple on my labia circling the length of it softly. I moaned at her skillfulness, her hard nipple felt so wonderful. I was in heaven as she kept doing this. I moaned louder and louder. I thought this is how she will make me cum, and I couldn't wait to experience it this way. She switched to her left tit, teasing my labia the same as she did with her left boob. As she was teasing me with her breast, she teased me verbally also, "You like how that feels?" I moaned, "Yes, mistress. It feels so good!" I wanted to grind my pussy on it but she forbade me with a menacing snarl, "I'm not ready for you to cum yet!" Then she smiled as she started to mash her tit on my pussy concentrating on my swollen clit. I was so ready to cum. Suddenly, she backed away telling me, "Here is what's gonna happen, slave. You deserved to be punished. You been obsessed with these (pointing to her tits which were on her lap proudly) since you first saw them. You even had the nerve to accept my challenge to tit-fight. Did you think, I mean, really think you had a chance to win?" I shook my head honestly. "I thought so", she shouted at me like we were at boot camp as my drill sergeant. She wasn't finished as she squeezing her tits, "Yet you did it anyway! I thought, 'Why would 'Lil Amber' do such a stupid thing like that?' I mean, you're far from dumb. Then I realized why. You want to be dommed. You want to be punished by my massive tits." I had no idea where this was going. She spoke with further conviction, "Yep. You want me to punish you with my huge, pendulous heavy M Cups. So this is true, your pussy has to pay the price for your booby obsessed ways. Open those legs of yours, my slave!" I did what she said. "Wider", she hollered. I was scared of what she would do next. Her hazel eyes was gone, deep into a wicked place as I wondered what did I get myself into with this huge-breasted fireball. She began to rub her right tit on my clit and labia again. I moaned as she did this, ready for what she had in store for me. Well not really ready but it was what it was. Then it happened: She dropped her right tit on my pussy, on my clit. She did it again and again, faster and faster landing with a harder thud each time. It was like she was spankin' it. My pussy was started to hurt like it was on fire. I like to slap my pussy but this was unbelievable. My pussy was in pleasure and pain at the same time. She shouted at me as I moaned and groaned, "Don't you ever battle me in a tit-fight again! You think I wasn't gonna punish you for being so foolish. What? You like welts on your pussy, huh? You like my tit bangin' on your pussy, slave? This is how you will cum unless you say for not backing down!" I was crying in pain yet in pleasure. My pussy loved yet hated this and I was feeling the effects of her confusion. "Say you're sorry! Say you're sorry", she shouted again and again. I kept crying but I was I on the brink of a powerful orgasm. My pride wouldn't let me submit and say I'm sorry but I couldn't take no more. I screamed in agony and ecstasy, "I'm sorry, Mistress! I deserve to be punished by 'Regina' and 'Lanita' because I was uppity. I thought I could hold my own with ya but I'm 'Lil Amber!" I had no chance against those massive tits of yours. I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY", as she kept banging away at my pussy. Finally, she stopped whippin' my pussy. She smiled deviously before proclaiming, "Good Slave." My relief she said, "Cause you were a good girl, I want you to hump right tit until you cum." Her talking to me gave my pussy time to recover with the pain subsiding. I opened my legs real wide this time to receive her massive tit. I went slow, grinding on Syreata's massive stationary tit flesh. I angled myself to get in better position rub my clit better on it. I moaned and moaned, grinding like a mad woman on her tit so that I could nut hard. She encouraged, "Keep going, sweetie. DON'T STOP! Don't hold back! You're almost there!" That's all I needed to hear as I stroked and stroked my pussy. Then it happened: I'M CUMMMMMMIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG!! YOUR GIANT TIT FEEL SO FUCKING GOOD. HUUUUUUGGGGGEEEEE FUCKING TITS! I' M CUMMMMINNNNNGGG SOOOO HARRRRRRDDDDDDD ON YOUR DAMNNNNNN TITTTTTSSSS! SHHHHIIIIITTTTT! UHHHHHHHHH!! MMMMMMMM!!' Needless to say, I came all on her tit. So much cream on it, I was week and couldn't get up. My legs were so wobbly. Syreata rubbed my hips in sympathy. I calmed down looking at her beautiful dimpled smiling face. She asked me in a soft, pleasant voice, "How did you like gettin' dommed, Amber?" I answered with a winded voice, "Damn, girl. You're vicious!" She laughed breathlessly then kissed my lips sweetly and told me, "Sorry, Sweetie. I had to let you see that I meant business." We laughed again. "I have one question: If by slim chance you had won the challenge, what would you have done to me?" she asked seemingly eager to hear my answer. I truthfully said, "Not 100% sure but one of the things I would have had you done was had you hold up your huge tits by your hands or forearms singing 'The Itty-Bitty-Titty-Committee Song' and singing 'I must, I must, I must increase my bust!" She seemed speechless for a few seconds. She chuckled before finally responding, "That's cold, really cold Amber!" We laughed again. We made love again, all night until the sunrise. She was a sweet wonderful gentle lover who actually made me feel special. Like a queen. I got my fantasy of getting dommed by this wonderful massive breasted goddess. As I much I had to admit it, I loved it and I would do it again. It felt great to lose my aura of control. What an experience it was. As far as Syreata and me, we didn't get together for more sex after that night. When I last talked to her, she told me that she was back with her first love. The one I told you about that she was with when they were very young. That was a month ago. I'm happy for her. Like I said, she'll make an awesome mate for who is lucky to have been chosen by her. As for me, I'm still not ready for a relationship. I don't have commitment phobia. I am open to a relationship with another woman, preferably a naturally busty woman cause Syreata turned my ass out. I can't go back to men, even if my image will suffer for it. I love boobs. That's what I want if I'm ever in another relationship. I'm 32, far from an old lady and as a "Boss Bitch" I always get what I want. That's always been the story of my life and I hope you enjoyed this story. Love, Amber...