Double Dare(63)

Slowly he nodded.

“Take it off,” he rasped. “That’s the third time and I’m not going to say it again.”

And my cheeks flamed as the big man reached for a remote. Immediately the floor to ceiling windows tinted, growing dark, throwing us into shade. The overall effect was that we had privacy of sorts, away from the bright glare of day, cloaked in an intimate world where it was just me and him.

And mesmerized, I silently obeyed. Without breaking eye contact, I slowly undid the zip of my dress before edging the cap sleeves off my shoulders. The fabric fell away to reveal my décolletage and then dropped even further, revealing my luscious, creamy girls.

Because I hadn’t worn a bra that day. The stiff cotton of the dress was enough to hide protruding nipples and now my tips stood ramrod straight and perky, pointing at Nick as he devoured them with his eyes, my Double D’s huge, perfect teardrops.

But I wasn’t done yet. Slowly, I edged the dress over my hips, struggling because the fit was tight but finally the material dropped into a puddle on the floor and I stepped delicately out, clad now only in the sheerest purple panties and violet heels.

Sassily, I put my hands on my hips, cocking my waist to one side and whispered, “You like?”

And the big man was on me in an instant. His massive form was literally draped over mine in a second, his mouth hot on my own, his tongue thrusting into my mouth as his hands ran over my curves.

“Ohh,” I moaned. “Oh god.”

“Scream all you want, little girl,” he whispered into my ear. “The walls are solid oak, they can’t hear you outside.”

And I just creamed further, rubbing my naked body against his big one, the wool of his suit scratchy against my sensitive nipples, almost humping his leg with my cunny.

And the big man laughed deep in his throat again, pulling away slowly.

“Show me that slit,” he commanded.

I knew what he wanted. Oh so slowly, I dipped a finger between my legs and lifted the lace, pulling it to the side so that my pussy was bare. Just as expected, my lips were wet with desire, gleaming, my clit so hard and big that it poked out between my folds.

And just like before, the big man commanded me again.

“Show me your clit, all of it,” he rasped harshly.

Balancing against his big frame I leaned back and squatted a bit, widening my stance. With one hand I reached down to my naked pussy and put a finger on each labia, slowly pulling my pussy lips apart so that my gleaming channel was exposed, my little hole winking at the big man as my stiff clit stood up with pure need.

And this time, the big man touched me. But not with his hand. Instead, his belt was off in a flash and cock out, the entire ten inches hard with arousal, the vein on the bottom throbbing hungrily as the tip dripped. Without pausing, he brought his glans to my clit and slowly rubbed the tip of his dick against the bottom of my nub, massaging the bundle of nerves, making me throw my head back and moan.

“Oh god,” I cried breathily, my boobs heaving up and down. “Oh god, oh god!”

This was the closest I’d ever been to a man’s dick and it was pure heaven as he circled his tip around my bud, tracing circles around my sensitive nub before lightly running the purple head through my soft folds, wetting himself, getting his dick lubed up.

But just when I thought he was going to thrust into me, the fabric of my panties snapped back and a piece of plastic bounced off his penis.

“What the fuck?” the big man frowned, reaching one hand to fondle the fabric. “What the fuck is this?”

Because when I said I’m a wicked girl, I meant it. I’d put on a special pair of panties this morning, one that had a vibrator embedded in the crotch. The little plastic motor was sewn right into the lace and I could turn it on and off with a remote.

“I … I … was planning to dump my box of toys, so I needed something to play with,” I said in a begging tone, my eyes pleading with him to understand. “I was going to get rid of everything,” I rushed, “and this was just a bit of relief to get me through the day, I haven’t even used it yet,” I babbled. Oh god. I’d been caught red-handed again, first with my toy chest and now with vibrating panties. WTF was wrong with me?

But I’d completely misjudged Nick’s reaction. Instead of freaking out or kicking me to the curb (which he’d be completely justified in doing), instead he eyed my curvy body hungrily before coming to a decision.

“Take it off,” he ground out, his eyes never leaving me.

And trembling, I obeyed, stepping delicately out of the lacy lingerie and dropping it into his big, outstretched hand. Now I was completely nude save for my high heels, my big breasts bouncing to and fro, nipples erect, a smear of juice on my thighs.