Chapter 6 #3
“I see,” I growl, still seated on the overstuffed pink couch. “So how are you going to model the g-string then?” I ask, jerking my chin towards her clothed form. “Are you going to pull your skirt up to show me how it looks?”
Maxine pauses delicately, her fingers trembling in the air.
“I could, if that’s what you’d like,” she murmurs.
“But I’m also happy to provide the full experience, Mr. Kenneally,” she adds, her fingers hovering at the buttons to her blouse.
“Like I said, we’re here to provide a VIP experience, and I’m happy to model the thong in the way that works best for you. ”
Then, her fingers begin unbuttoning the delicate ivory buttons of her blouse, and I remain stock still as the silky fabric slips off her shoulders, revealing huge ivory tits.
Fuck, Maxine’s not wearing a bra! Of course, that’s exactly what she just told me.
To be honest, I already suspected the fact, seeing that I could glimpse the hard peaks of her nipples beneath the soft cloth.
But I had no idea that her tits were this big and juicy.
They’re enormous sacks of cream, ovoid and natural, with bright pink nipples just waiting to be coated in a man’s saliva.
But Maxine hasn’t finished yet. She reaches in back of herself and unzips the skirt so that it splits apart, falling from her thighs to pool in a puddle at her feet.
Then, the saleslady steps away from her discarded clothing, nude before me except for the tiny red g-string and a set of sky-high stilettos.
Her breasts are ivory, almost luminescent under the lights, and the red thong clings to those wide hips, emphasizing her lush figure.
“You look amazing,” I praise in a low, throaty growl. “Can you show me how the clit patch works?”
Maxine nods, her color high, but doesn’t miss a beat.
“Of course, Mr. Kenneally,” the young woman murmurs.
“As you can see, I have it positioned right over my most sensitive spot,” she says, running one finger down the center of the thong until she’s tapping at the red scrap of fabric.
Gently, she slides her finger beneath the small piece of cloth before lifting it away from her clit altogether, showing off that bulging nub.
“You see?” she asks, glancing up at me from beneath her lashes. “The string doesn’t have much give, so the fabric will stay in place. It’s not a problem,” she says.
“I do see,” I nod slowly. “But what happens when you move? Does the clit patch stay in place?”
Maxine nods with a smile, her black tresses swirling about her shoulders.
“Yes, because it’s quite tight,” she says. “See? I’ll walk around a bit, and you can see that the g-string is comfortable and secure.”
Then, she parades a few steps before me, like Miss America doing a pageant walk. Her wide hips sway from right to left, and I stare first at her big breasts, bouncing subtly with the beat, before taking in that luscious, rounded ass. Saliva floods my mouth as my cocks harden.
“See?” Maxine giggles, coming to a stop before me. “The clit patch is still in place. It’s perfect.”
“I do see,” I thrum in my throat before reaching a hand forward to trail along her hip bone. “But show me how it looks from the back too. Bend over, sweetheart. I want a view of this thing from the rear.”
Maxine giggles and immediately swivels on her high heels so that she’s facing away from me.
Then, she spreads her legs into a vee before bending over at the hips and lowering her head towards the ground.
Her long hair dangles to the floor, and I watch, mesmerized, as those big white moons rise in the air before stopping at about eye level.
“Look all you want, Mr. Keneally,” the young woman coos from over one shoulder. Maxine’s back is sinuous and white, and her small hands cup those giant ta-tas, gently fondling them. “The clit patch is still in place, right?”
The truth is that I can barely see it because it’s around towards the front of her pussy.
But I take my time examining the lush young lady.
I pull her close, putting two big hands on each of her large buttocks, and then gently spread them apart, hissing a bit as I stare into that private space.
The red string is laughable, serving only bisect the pink pleats of her ass, revealing a steamy hole that makes my cocks jerk.
Then, the string goes lower, cleaving through the swollen folds of her pussy before ending in the tiny crimson scrap.
“It does seem to cover your anatomy just fine,” I drawl. “But let’s see if this material is waterproof.”
Then, with a big finger, I begin stroking her nub through the fabric. Maxine’s expression goes blissful, her pretty pink lips letting out a soft “ahhh!” of delight.
“Oh, that feels good,” she pants. “Mmm, yes!”
I chuckle deep in my chest.
“Let’s not use the patch at all,” I growl. “Okay, the material’s not waterproof. It’s soaked through already, and you won’t be able to sell this pair to anyone else. Let’s get it off you, baby.”
Then, I pluck the g-string out of her ass before strapping it over one white buttock.
Her flesh squeezes against the string, but I don’t give a fuck.
I’m obsessed with the sight of Maxine’s steaming pussy and tight anal pleats.
With a gentle finger, I reach down to stroke the underside of her clit, rubbing the sensitive nub as her moans grow loud in volume.
“Oh Mr. Kenneally!” she cries out, throwing her head back, her delicate profile lifted to the sky. “Mmm, that feels so good!”
“It does, doesn’t it?” I rasp. “You look amazing like this, Maxine. Tell me, does the Secret Garden provide more than modeling services?”
Maxine knows exactly what I’m referring to, and opens her eyes to meet mine over one narrow shoulder.
“Yes, of course,” she pants. “We’re full service, Mr. Kenneally. Do whatever you need to make a purchase decision.”
That’s all I need to hear. Quickly, I unbutton my fly, allowing my top cock to pop out.
“Oh my gosh!” Maxine gasps, her eyes wide as she stares at the huge member.
It’s deep purple and leaking already from the tip.
My pre-come seeps from the helmet to stream down my shaft, running a path along the bulging veins of my hardness, before coating the virile sack of my balls.
Of course, I keep my bottom shaft hidden in my pants because there’s no reason to reveal my special anatomy to the salesgirl.
Maxine’s got more than enough to play with, and I don’t want to scare her.
She tries to turn around, her mouth already opening in a perfect “O,” but I stop her.
“Nuh uh,” I warn in a deep voice.
“But I want to taste it,” she whines, her eyes still fixed to my leaking member from over one shoulder.
“I’ve never seen one so big before! And it looks virile ,” she moans, her breasts swaying as her lips tremble.
As I watch, her pink tongue flicks out to lick over that luscious pout, and I admit that I’m tempted.
I’d love to get head from the salesgirl, watching as she coats my shaft with her saliva, drool hanging off her chin.
But my secret is too important, and besides, I don’t have time for that shit today. My buddies will be over shortly to fuck my gorgeous stepdaughter, and I need to be on hand to watch it happen.
“Not today, sweetheart,” I growl, forcing Maxine around so that she’s faced forwards again. “But sometime in the future, I promise. Right now, I’m going to fuck your asshole, baby girl. Is that okay with you?”
The young woman inhales sharply, turning to look at me with wide brown eyes, but then nods upon glimpsing the determined gleam in my gaze.
“Of course, Mr. Kenneally,” she murmurs in a dulcet tone. “I’m here to please you.”
“That’s a good girl,” I moan before spitting a bit on her rear end. “I can already tell that you have a tight rectum, and it’s going to feel real good when I work my dick in. But first, let’s get lubed up, shall we? Sit down, baby girl. Yeah, just like that.”
Slowly, I help Maxine sink down so that she’s poised with her legs split, her juicy pussy hovering right above my top shaft. My glans skims over her wetness, niggling her clit a bit, and she lets out a breathy moan.
“Lower,” I rasp. “Take it slow, sweetheart.”
With that, Maxine reaches down to seize my member in a small hand before pressing it against her wet pinkness. Then, she begins to descend, a small, strangled moan erupting from her throat as my massive tool disappears inch by inch into her tight twat.
“Ooooh!” she wails, throwing her head back. “Mmm! You’re stretching me so much!”
“Shhh, sweetheart,” I murmur against her slim shoulder. “We don’t want to disrupt your colleagues.”
Maxine sinks down even lower, coating my shaft in her creaminess until she’s almost at my balls.
“No, it’s fine,” she pants breathily, pausing for a moment. “They know what’s going on, remember? In fact, management encourages it.”
“That’s right,” I croon into her ear. “Okay, then scream all you want baby. I’m here for it.”
With that, Maxine begins pulling herself up my shaft, almost getting to the top, before sinking down again.
It looks amazing, watching this curvy girl fuck herself again and again on my massive member, and I stare with avid eyes as my monster cock disappears and reappears from her wetness, slick and shiny with female cream.
But I want more than deep vaginal with the sexy salesgirl.
I love shooting my sperm into a woman’s ass, and today is going to be no different.
The next time Maxine levers herself upwards, I grab her by the waist before popping my cock out of her wetness.
She lets out a small wail of displeasure, squirming in my arms while trying to get my dick back inside.
“Don’t panic, princess,” I rasp. “Now that you’ve gotten Daddy’s cock nice and wet, let’s put it in that slutty ass.”
Maxine goes still, her breathing rapid.