Prince Charming to My GGolden Goose

Intro: all characters over 18. This is chapter 1 of a potential series if you like it. Inspired by TheTalkman and others. Hope you enjoy!

“Holy sh*t!” I yelled out loud and began laughing as my giant tits bounced up and down while Greg’s slick, lotion-covered hands slid all over them. His mind was clearly too preoccupied groping my massive tits to notice much- schlwoosh… his right hand glided right over & through my lotion-soaked breast as if he was trying to grab hold of a melon-sized water balloon covered in baby oil. Hahahahaha…. schlwoosh went his left hand. Schlwoosh, right hand. It was like a never-ending fumble in a game that trapped his mind into oblivion.

But I wasn’t going to leave anything to chance with this one. I arched my back and pushed my thong-clad ass farther back into his rock solid dick. He let out a little whimper of appreciation “ahhh” as I set the phone down and stifled my laughter. I quickly recovered: “mmm, yeah that’s it. That feels good, baby! Here baby, let’s get MY MAN some more lotion”.

I began to wriggle my ass more into his pulsating cock as I grabbed the lotion from the table. Pushing my soft but firm ass up and around all sides of his hard cock over and over again, giving that hard cock some nice, soft little squeezes with my hot ass. “Ohhhh…” he moaned…

“Mmm…That’s good baby…here you go…” I gave the bottle a big squeeze but only a few small drops trickled out onto my massive chest. “Well, that won’t do, will it poor baby?” I said cracking up with laughter again as my mood brightened even more.

Glancing back at Greg, I noticed his eyes were getting pretty glassy- between the expensive Dom Perignon (my choice of course) kicking in and manhandling my out-of-this-world tits, he was clearly too overcome with pleasure to process much in that big brain of his.

I laughed again, knowing he definitely didn’t catch the real reason I cursed out loud; my golden goose was secure. So I grabbed the $500 bottle of Dom and poured the last oh $200 worth all over my tits, “this should work even better than lotion, baby! You can lick it when you’re done to clean up…don’t worry, I’ll just order another bottle for myself in a bit- the vintage ’70 Dom of course not this cheap shit.” I said the last part under my breath- not yet realizing he was already so far gone I didn’t need to. At this point, I could have told him fucking everything and it wouldn’t have mattered. He was so far gone and so far lost in my giant tits and steady squeezes on his rigid manhood.

I reached back for his phone again & maneuvered my ass to safely secure his rock hard cock firmly between my ass cheeks and started wriggling some more. His pulsating cock wasn’t going anywhere… nor was his giant, giant bank account.

As Greg went back to mauling my tits, I clicked open his phone again. I didn’t know luring him to Tahiti would make things this easy, but wow had it ever. I had just wanted a free vacation lol.

Who knew convincing my golden goose to jump on a last minute airplane to a tropical destination 4,000 miles away where I would have him all to myself -safely away from friends, family, work, his um fiance and any other distractions- would work wonders so quickly. Of course, my slutty thong bikinis didn’t hurt either. It was amazing how quickly logic went out the window for this successful, analytical business exec when my massive TITS were constantly on display and he had nowhere to hide and no one around to tell him better.

“Let’s see… he’s got errr we’ve got $900k in that money market. Another $500k in checking. This is a good start to the lifestyle I deserve!” I didn’t actually say this out loud of course but like I said… I might as well have as far gone as poor Greg was… lost in my slippery, giant 38GG’s.

For the first time since I met Greg a month ago, I had a big, dopey grin across my face to match the one he had every time my (intentionally) exposed cleavage got within 20feet of his face. He’d been grinning a lot lately, now it was my turn to join in the fun.

I couldn’t believe my fortune… My soon-to-be literal fortune bahahaha. I mean I could tell he had some money when we met but damn this one needed to be locked down. And quick. Who knew that one lucky turn only a month ago would lead her to strike gold… ha, that’s a good one too I thought “strike gold”. Literally. Hahahahahaha. But I’ll save our meet-cute story (or rather slut-cute story hahahaha) for another day.

With an even greater appreciation for his size (bank account size that is hahahaha), I went back to work. While his focus was clearly staying on my tits, I could do whatever I wanted with that rock hard, pulsating cock. It would be completely mine in no time. All that was left now was finishing the job.

I just had to get him over that initial hump… he’d resisted a bit when we first met (I couldn’t believe we still hadn’t f*cked) but he was so good at keeping that guard up.

Thankfully, my plan to turn Prince Charming into a frog to boil slowly into MY Golden Goose plan worked even better than I expected. What’s that? No, I’m not drunk. I only sipped the Dom- had to keep my wits about me while Greg was slowly losing his. Eh, so maybe I mixed metaphors- I never cared about school too much but let me explain (I’d say just don’t tell Greg but I don’t think that matters at this point hahaha).

First, the Prince Charming part. I realized a few years ago that I needed a man. But not just any man- one that could provide the lifestyle I deserved. I loved 3 things- MONEY, SEX, SHOPPING in that order. But I was fucking lazy- all that work hard blah blah stuff? No thanks. No, I needed a Prince Charming to take care of me. But one that was ready-made, I didn’t have patience to go kissing any frogs.

So I slutted around for a few years after high school; a few married business guys, a former teacher, some young studs- the married guys were all too sly- years of learning to bend the truth or not be swayed by SEX (even mindblowing sex) since they were getting it on the regular. The teacher? I thought he’d be rich since he was writing the great American novel- ha shows what I know about literature. Like I said, I wasn’t much for school. And the young studs? Well, those were just for fun. Like I said, SEX is my second favorite thing hahaha.

After a couple years of slutting around & still living in a shithole, I got a bit more motivated. I went out and got an entry level job to make something of my- hahahaha, hell no. I started paying closer attention to rich guys and formulating a plan. I may be fucking lazy, but I’m pretty smart when it comes to reading people.

I learned 3 main things:

1. I needed a NICE GUY. One who was COMPLIANT. All those married assholes never bought into actually providing for me, they just used that as a means to an end. I needed to flip the script and take control. Turn a nice guy into my compliant little ATM/sex machine. Plus a nice guy would give me the benefit of the doubt- he’d buy my blatant lies and assume the best about my intentions…until it was too late at least. And nice guys were always suckers for a damsel in distress. Like poor oh poor me. This poor damsel in distress of not going on shopping sprees every week or tropical vacations every month. Bahaha.

2. Sex. You know what they say- practice makes perfect. Well I had a lot of practice during that time. And I got really good at sex, like really good. “Make you forget your name” sex. “Make you forget your girlfriend’s name” sex. I could bring a guy right to the edge if I wanted then lead him along awhile longer. Why? Well I noticed a man became much more agreeable when you had him ohsoclose to the point of cumming hahaha. I also learned to always be on top. I needed a compliant Prince Charming and that message starts in the bedroom. You might think that’s not a big deal but it is. A girl on top is in control, she says this is about me not you. You’re just here for my enjoyment. And subconsciously a man knows when he’s been straddled and tamed. It carries over outside the bedroom. A man mounted & submissive in the bedroom becomes a man mounted & submissive outside the bedroom.

3. TITS. Giant, massive TITS. I wasn’t always so fortunate- in high school, I was pretty- my ass was out-of-this-world: juicy but not fat. Firm but still soft. But my tits were average at best. I did ok with the guys but oh it made me so mad losing the football players to TOWERING TITS TINA or BIG BOOBS BETTY. As I started paying closer attention, I learned the real secret to snagging a man worthy of my lifestyle: TITS. You see successful guys- ones who could provide for me appropriately- were used to doing well in life. They were smart & confident from always performing well. If you were going to not just snag one of those unicorns but break & tame him, you needed a secret weapon to throw him off his game. Even if his cock was throbbing, he’d be too logical and smart to let a greedy slut like me get ahold of him.

But one day at the gym (free membership woo! perks of “dating” the gym manager), I noticed this phenomenon. A successful man in his 50s (too old & wise to be my Prince Charming but still he pulled up in a new 911) who ran the biggest hospital chain in town came in to workout. I mean I’m talking $10million house- vacation in Turks- wife with a blank check at Barney’s-rich. Mmm…it just made me wet thinking about it. Anyway, he came in one day and started working out on a weight machine.

I saw the whole scene unfold from my treadmill just 20 feet away. He had his back to me on the machine- sitting down on one of those arm machines where you put an arm up each side and pull them both inward. Innnnn…. Outttt…. Innnnn…. Outttt….

While I lazily daydreamed about his yacht, I noticed my “boyfriend” (the gym manager) go whisper something to a gym employee named Tania at the front desk. Tania laughed and nodded. Tania had a very specific skill set at the gym. My “boyfriend” would even joke about “Tania the Closer”. You see this was one of those douchy gyms where you get locked into terrible contracts and have to pay for EVERYTHING. “Membership is only $50/month… plus $10 towel service… plus $20 to use the premium equipment… plus $5 water service… plus $40 classes…”. You know the type. I’d have hated it if I were paying but with my “free” membership I grew to respect it. Get people’s attention then slowly add things in. Smart.

Well, Tania the Closer wasn’t an exceptionally bright salesperson (I mean she was slinging gym memberships not IT systems) and she wasn’t even all that pretty. I mean she was ok but not like..well, like me pretty (a good predator always keeps abreast of the competition). No, Tania the Closer’s real skill I learned came from two very important um assets. Tania the Closer was STACKED. Her (obviously fake) tits popped out so far it was just about all you noticed. Honestly, I don’t really even remember what her face looked like. But those tits? Geez, how could you forget?

And she knew how to use them. Smiling from ear-to-ear, Tania the Closer started walking my direction from the desk. About 50 feet away, she took a quick glance in the mirror. She barely checked on her hair; then she spent 30 seconds adjusting her ridiculously tight tank top (mostly downward) just so to achieve maximum cleavage. And started bouncing confidently in our direction. About 20 feet out, the hospital exec took notice. Just a little glance at first as Tania the Closer stopped to chat with another employee by the free weights. She was making big gestures with her hands, all bringing more focus to her giant TITS. “Yeah sure and then I did this…” (big hand waves as if she was cupping her tits in the air) “and then I said Me?! You can’t be…” as both thumbs pointed back at her… well her massive breasts.

I watched the exec curiously- at first, he just stole a glance here or there but as Tania continued her story without noticing him, his glances became longer and longer. He became entranced by her massive bouncing tits. He was obviously feeling safer to stare as she paid him no mind, his quick glances turning longer until the man was outright ogling her. This went on for a good 5-minutes. I also noticed his intense workout had slowed down to almost crawl. Innnnn… pause for 30 seconds to stare… Outtt… pause for 30 seconds.

As I hit the cool down button the treadmill myself, Tania the Closer finally ended her convo and turned her back to us. “Finally that poor man can get back to his workout” I thought. But boy was I wrong. She was just feigning moving on to get him to relax even more. Just when it seemed like she was about to walk back to the front desk, she turned and marched right towards him. Briskly and determined. She walked up like 2 feet from him as he sat a bit dazed on the machine. Now face-to-face errr actually face-to-giant tits as he still sat on the Machine. Stunned he made no motion to get up or even look away. “FRED! Just who I was looking for! Wow you are really working up a sweat today!” She pantomimed the machine he was going- pushing her arms in, then out. This had the effect of squeezing her massive tits together and making them bulge out even more, right into his face. “Good for you!” as her hand brushed her arm. “I just wanted to tell you about our new VIP program, made just for guys like you! We only offer it to our best clients…”

She rattled on about exclusive gym hours and dumb perks no one would ever use. Finally, he cut her off. He was clearly distracted but also used to swatting away business deals he didn’t want. “Uh thanks…um…” (clearly searching for her name). She interjected “Tania silly! I think you’d know me better by now” – she winked as she said this but he ignored her obvious come-on. “Thanks Tania but I’m ok. I only use this gym a few times a month, the hospital has our own gym but sometimes I just need to get away. Too many people asking me questions when I’m just trying to work out.” He started to stand up and so did I…clearly Tania the Closer was no match for this high-powered exec. I had some shopping to do anyway. But just as I started to turn, what she did next stopped me in my tracks. “Nonsense, John” as she playfully but firmly pushed him back down. He had been starting to stand up but this made him tumble back down onto the machine. She stepped forward as she did this, now pushing her giant tits mere inches from his face. “I haven’t even told you the best part! That wasn’t very nice trying to get away from me!” she teased. “Tsk tsk…”.

I walked around to the side wanting to see his reaction. What I saw stunned me- this normally confident, powerful man looked glassy, almost out-on-his-feet. I was expecting him to unleash righteous fury at this rude gym worker who had the audacity to push him. What I saw instead was a meek, flabbergasted fool. Not catching her playful tone, he began apologizing “oh um I’m sorry! I was just uh ya know busy day and all…uh”. His eyes never left her bouncing tits I looked up to see her lips curling into a mischievous, triumphant grin. “That’s better.., good boy… this will only take a minute. Sit back, relax”. As she gently pushed his shoulders further back into the machine.

“So it only costs like $199/month and you get all that shit blah blah and the best part! One free workout with me! Here let me show you… how were you using that machine?”

He began trying to replicate his earlier work but he was so off-kilter it looked like an old man trying to use the machine for the first time. “Interesting… Um yeah good thing you have me. Let’s just stop there. Good boy…”. She grabbed the arm bars, essentially trapping her prey between the machine and her giant tits. “You definitely need my help…” She leaned in closer, “oh right I just need you to sign this for me real quickly… just the usual blather… $199/month, 3-year Minimum blah blah blah”.

Telling him all those details seems pretty dumb I smirked but the joke was on me. Poor John took the iPad and signed without even looking at what he was signing. “Good boy… now stand up”. She reached down and grabbed his hand pulling him up, harder than needed so that he tumbled right into her. I noticed his (smallish) cock was at full attention as he fell into her.

Of course she made it seem like it was his fault “easy there big fella… we really do need to get you working out more so you don’t fall over so much. Wow you’re really hardddd… headed. Almost saying no to my offer. Now let me show you how it’s done…”

She proceeded to use the machine the proper way- pushhhh giant tits in… John stares blatantly from above.

Lettttttt giant tits out… John continues to stare blatantly.

Repeat.

“See how it’s done? Good boy…”

After that, I was as obsessed with giant tits as poor John was. They had the power to unlock any man. How could I have been so naive? Years of wondering how to snag a rich stud and missing the secret ingredient? The ingredient that would turn a smart, analytical, RICH hospital exec into putty in the hands of a dumb gym trainer. Imagine what a girl like me could do with those to a younger, less experienced guy? My plan was set. Now I just had to figure out how to get from A to B. Or rather from B to DD bahahahaha.

I’ll spare you that story- I don’t know why girls with fake tits are so eager to talk about them. Better to let a man think they’re real I always thought. More powerful and exciting… and I guessed the guys I was after (rich studs but with little experience so I could take control) wouldn’t even be sure they were fake and would be too shy to ask. At least until they were firmly in my grasp & it was too late bahahaha.

No I’ll spare you that story of maxed out credit cards and a whirlwind trip to Miami (had to have the best! Thanks Dr. S!). I’ll just say that my plan didn’t end up B to DD but rather B to GG bahaha. Hey I had a good reason for going so big…

Sure, the doc said it’d be pushing it to go that big on my frame but I couldn’t help it. I had a few hours to kill before my appointment so I went shopping of course. Like I said, I loved shopping. Chanel.. Prada.. Gucci!!! My favorite brand is definitely Gucci- their logo is two G’s facing each other (one backwards) and they put it on everything. Hey, if a girl’s gonna spend $500 for a necklace (oops, I shouldn’t have but it was only the silver one) she wants everyone to know it’s Gucci. The Gucci store almost made me wet. GG logos everywhere. So many fine, expensive things with GG bling all over them. Oh how I wanted to rock those GG’s and let everyone know how rich I was. For now, I settled for the tiny silver necklace I couldn’t afford with the amazing GG logo.

GG logo. That’s what I was thinking about when the Doc asked what size I was looking for. That damn necklace with the glitzy GG dangling between my bare breasts as she examined me. That’s why I blurted out GG when the doc asked- oops. But it worked out quite fine in the end. The doc was a miracle worker and you’d have thought I was all natural, bouncing down the streets two weeks later. Catching every single guy’s stare. And it was so fuckin hot to have my little necklace with the GG logo bouncing between my giant pair of GGs. Oh I had some fun those first few months, had to break them in, but plain old fun wasn’t what I was after. No, I still had one major problem. My GG tits might be massive but it made me so angry that all I had between them was a tiny silver Gucci necklace. The longer I went without a real Prince Charming, the angrier it made me. I deserved more. I began to despise my beloved silver GG necklace. It had seemed so extravagant and big when I got it but it now looked tiny between my ginormous breasts. I hated seeing that tiny silver (ugh!) logo get lost in my massive cleavage. No, it was time for an upgrade. And it couldn’t come fast enough! But not too fast…