I, Priya, giggled as I pushed open the door to the unorthodox bra shop. "Hey, boys!" I said, winking at the five shopkeepers, all of whom were staring at my 40DD tits with hunger in their eyes. It was near closing time, and they quickly ushered in the last customer - me - before shutting the shutter to keep out any other would-be shoppers.
"Welcome, Priya! We'll get you fitted for the perfect bra," one of them said, measuring tapes at the ready. I didn't bother with a changing room; I wanted to try on bras in front of these handsome men, watching their reactions as they ogled my curves. Who wouldn't want that kind of attention?
The first shopkeeper, with a mischievous grin, wrapped the tape around my chest. "Forty inches, just as we thought," he announced, winking at me. "You need a bra that'll make those gorgeous tits of yours shine."
The second shopkeeper, a tall, lanky guy with a chiseled jaw, handed me a net bra. "Try this, Priya. It's one of our most... revealing designs." I took the bra, my eyes locked on his as I slipped it on. The men gathered around me, their eyes fixed on my tits as I adjusted the bra. "Wow, you look stunning," the third shopkeeper whispered, his hand brushing against mine as he helped me adjust the straps.
I giggled, feeling a thrill run through my body as the men started showing me more bras. There were translucent ones, lace ones, and ones with dainty little bows. Each time, they'd compliment me, touching my skin, and I'd giggle, feeling like the center of attention.
But then, things started to get naughty. The fourth shopkeeper, a muscular guy with a buzz cut, handed me a bra with built-in nipple clamps. "Want to try this, Priya? It'll drive you wild," he whispered, his hot breath on my ear. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I took the bra, my nipples stiffening at the thought of those clamps.
The fifth and final shopkeeper, a quiet, brooding guy with piercing brown eyes, handed me a bra with built-in vibrating pads. "This'll make you cum in seconds," he promised, his voice low and husky. I felt my pussy throb at the promise, my eyes locked on his as I took the bra.
As I tried on bra after bra, the men started getting bolder. They'd touch my skin, tracing the curves of my breasts, my hips. They'd whisper dirty nothings in my ear, telling me how much they wanted to fuck me, to taste my pussy, to feel my tits bouncing against their chests.
I was in heaven, my giggles turning into moans as they started dry-humping me, suggesting sex positions in different lingerie. "Try this one, Priya," the first shopkeeper whispered, grinding against my ass, "and I'll fuck you from behind." I felt my pussy dripping wet as the second shopkeeper suggested, "Let's try this one, Priya, and I'll take you doggy-style."
Before I knew it, all five shopkeepers were pressing against me, their dicks hard against my skin as they complimented my body, my curves, my tits. I was surrounded by masculinity, and I was loving every minute of it.
Finally, they all came - big time - in their pants, their groans and gasps of pleasure music to my ears. As they stepped back, panting, I smiled, my pussy still throbbing with need. "Thanks, boys," I said, winking at them. "You've given me the best bra-fitting experience of my life."
They grinned, still panting, as I sauntered out of the shop, my 40DD tits bouncing with every step. I knew I'd be back, and soon. After all, a girl's gotta keep her boys happy.