Double Dare(68)

And a sly grin crossed his face, like the big man could read my body.

“How was the walk?” he asked softly, his voice caressing.

“It was okay,” I replied slowly, “Kind of dark, but okay.”

He frowned then.

“It’s dangerous with high heels,” he nodded at my Mary Janes. “Not that I don’t appreciate the shoes, they make your legs look fantastic,” he ground out, “but I want you to be safe too. I’ll put in some new lights,” he frowned.

“Maintenance goes in there?” I asked curiously, a quirk to my chin. “But wouldn’t that be giving up the secret?”

“No maintenance staff,” he said smoothly, never taking his eyes from my curves, “I do it all myself. Believe it or not I built my real estate empire on sweat equity and my own handiwork. So yeah, I can keep our little secret safe.”

And that made me cream because I loved, loved the fact that he could swap a lightbulb, fix stuff around the house, probably even re-do the plumbing in a moderately-sized building. Guys who know real shit, who aren’t just paper pushers turn me on, and it seemed that Nick had all the goods, massive wealth, enormous influence, king of an empire as well as the real bona fides to lead a construction and development outfit.

And our eyes met, practically sizzling with suppressed energy. But the man leaned back, casually handsome still even though I could see a tent forming at his crotch.

“Did you bring a toy?” he asked, his voice smooth.

And slowly, I brought my hand out from behind my back, revealing the ten-inch dildo I’d carried with me from my desk. Although the big man hadn’t given me specific instructions, I wanted to play with him, to explore with an alpha male, to bring out my dirty side again.

And the big man chuckled when he saw my offering, the rubber life-like and real, huge and obscene in my small hand.

“You like ‘em big, don’t you?” he rumbled, his eyes sweeping up and down my form. “Good, because you’re small and I’m gonna love working it into you. Get undressed,” he commanded.

And just like yesterday, I obeyed without question. My floral outfit hit the floor in a New York second and I stood before the big man, curves quivering, cunny running wet.

“No bra again?” he asked, eyebrows quirked, taking in my big Double Ds, creamy and luscious, the nipples like bullets already.

“No bra,” I said in a breathy voice. “I find them so confining and uncomfortable.”

And the big man merely chuckled.

“Come here,” he commanded. And slowly I made my way over to him until I was standing between his legs. He looked at me closely, studying my white flesh, the blue veins marbling my huge tits, my tiny waist, my little cunt totally visible through sopping panties. But Mr. Martin didn’t say anything. Instead, he bent forward and licked a nipple, laughing as I gasped, a throaty moan emanating from my throat.

“You like, don’t you little girl?”

And with that, he began alternately sucking and licking my nips, loving the flesh, trailing his tongue in circles around my tits, laving them with the flat of his tongue.

“Fuck, I love big boobs and you’re such a slutty slut, yours are the best,” he rasped into my skin. His fingers had found the edge of my panties now and were playing along the lace, tracing the seam between my thigh and pussy until slowly shifting the fabric away, sweeping it aside so that my cunt was bare.

“Beautiful, just beautiful,” he rasped, breaking from a breast for a moment to stare at my gleaming pussy, a smear of female cream already on my thighs, my clit poking out through my engorged lips.

And gently, his fingers traced my labia, massaging the flesh, playing with my clit, making me moan, my legs spreading on their own, inviting him in to touch, taste, feel me anywhere he wanted. Caressing at first, the big man’s fingers slowly, oh so slowly, made their way into my hole, sliding into the tightness, my walls pulsing around him, grabbing him like a suction.

“Fuck you’re so small,” he rasped. “Fuck.”

But suddenly he stopped moving, his mouth still at my breast, his fingers stopped inside my pussy.

“Is this what I think it is?” he rumbled, eyes seizing mine, never looking away.

And slowly, I nodded, my chest flushing with shame, my boobs and cunt quivering wetly still.

“Yes, I … I’m a virgin,” I confessed.

Because Nick’s fingers were in deep enough such that he’d pushed against my hymen, the little shield of skin testament to my untouched status, the fact that my body had never harbored a penis, never felt a man deep inside to bring me to pleasure, make sparks shoot through my cunt.