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at him, hammer my fists on him, this infuriating man. His expensive cologne was mingling with that tiny, distinctive scent of him and muddling my head even more. He said,
“Of course, you could try making a break for it, down the staircase and through the main door. You could probably force Creighton to summon a car for you.“ Now I really wanted to slap his smug grin right off him, but he went on,
“You could hijack a car by, say, telling one of the drivers where you wanted to go.” My heart thumped and my hands clenched. As he came closer, my thighs tightened and flexed, too. My body was about to betray me, and I fought for control. He came so close. And he stood so tall over me. My big breasts could feel the warmth of his stomach through my chef’s tunic. My breath was thickening and quickening. My pants were getting hot. And damp.
He said,
“Did you want to change for lunch. Before your prison break, I mean?”
I told myself to stay calm. Keep control. Wait until you get your breath back, then tell him just exactly what you think. He said,
“The fight for freedom is probably best on a full stomach, don’t you think?”
My hand flew at his face. His hand caught my wrist and his eyes gleamed. My thighs shook, and my puss was tingling. My knees trembled. He looked at my hand, then back at me. He said,
“Shall I help you to change?” and he reached for the buttons down one side of my tunic, still holding my wrist high with his other hand. My breath was getting deeper and my throat made a noise. He looked up. It was taking him forever to get those damn buttons undone. And I couldn’t do anything. What could I do? He had my wrist. I was powerless. And quivering. As the tunic fell open, cool air fanned my chest, and my breasts swelled. My nipples pressed against the inside of my bra, hardening and beginning to sting. His hand reached up to the cup of my black, ordinary bra, to hold my big, wonderful breast. As he held it, I breathed deeply and I sighed as he began to squeeze.. His hand came to my chin, held my face up. Held me so his eyes could pour and gloat and smirk into mine. I would show him.
My hand shot out to catch his belt buckle. I caught him by surprise and shoved. He went back and landed on the thick, high bed. My other hand now free, I pulled the belt open, unfastened his pants, yanked the zipper down. There. With his pants open, his hips were covered only by flimsy, white silk. Under the silk, there was the great bulge of his cock, uncoiling and coming alive right in front of my eyes. There you are, Mister. One pull and the silk shorts were down. His musky, thick, swelling member bounced and sprang out. There you are. I looked in his eyes. His grin wasn’t quite so smug now. I planted my hands, either side of his hips. That thing, that long, fat, fantastic thing twitched at me. I pressed my breasts against it. I had to reach back to get the bra unhooked and off, and I leant my weight right onto his cock as I did, jammed up between my great, gorgeous girls, squashed against his hips and his hot groin.
My hands back on his hips, I leaned over his cock, and brushed my breasts along it, fanned them across it. Pulled them up and down along its length so softly they only just felt him. Up and down, and along. I planted them either side, so my nipples touched his pelvis on either side, then pressed towards him and away. He groaned. Yes, Mister. Feel their warmth. Feel the weight of them. Feel how round and soft and smooth they are. And how big. Look, your cock can get completely lost in between them. And they’re not even squeezing. I looked in his dark eyes. He’d love to feel them squeeze. Right now, he’d like that, he’d like to feel them rubbing along and all around his long, fat, hot shaft. Along and up in my big, soft, warmth.
My head moved down. He moaned as his cock sprang out from between my breasts, my nipples grazing now along his thigh.
“Of course, you could try making a break for it, down the staircase and through the main door. You could probably force Creighton to summon a car for you.“ Now I really wanted to slap his smug grin right off him, but he went on,
“You could hijack a car by, say, telling one of the drivers where you wanted to go.” My heart thumped and my hands clenched. As he came closer, my thighs tightened and flexed, too. My body was about to betray me, and I fought for control. He came so close. And he stood so tall over me. My big breasts could feel the warmth of his stomach through my chef’s tunic. My breath was thickening and quickening. My pants were getting hot. And damp.
He said,
“Did you want to change for lunch. Before your prison break, I mean?”
I told myself to stay calm. Keep control. Wait until you get your breath back, then tell him just exactly what you think. He said,
“The fight for freedom is probably best on a full stomach, don’t you think?”
My hand flew at his face. His hand caught my wrist and his eyes gleamed. My thighs shook, and my puss was tingling. My knees trembled. He looked at my hand, then back at me. He said,
“Shall I help you to change?” and he reached for the buttons down one side of my tunic, still holding my wrist high with his other hand. My breath was getting deeper and my throat made a noise. He looked up. It was taking him forever to get those damn buttons undone. And I couldn’t do anything. What could I do? He had my wrist. I was powerless. And quivering. As the tunic fell open, cool air fanned my chest, and my breasts swelled. My nipples pressed against the inside of my bra, hardening and beginning to sting. His hand reached up to the cup of my black, ordinary bra, to hold my big, wonderful breast. As he held it, I breathed deeply and I sighed as he began to squeeze.. His hand came to my chin, held my face up. Held me so his eyes could pour and gloat and smirk into mine. I would show him.
My hand shot out to catch his belt buckle. I caught him by surprise and shoved. He went back and landed on the thick, high bed. My other hand now free, I pulled the belt open, unfastened his pants, yanked the zipper down. There. With his pants open, his hips were covered only by flimsy, white silk. Under the silk, there was the great bulge of his cock, uncoiling and coming alive right in front of my eyes. There you are, Mister. One pull and the silk shorts were down. His musky, thick, swelling member bounced and sprang out. There you are. I looked in his eyes. His grin wasn’t quite so smug now. I planted my hands, either side of his hips. That thing, that long, fat, fantastic thing twitched at me. I pressed my breasts against it. I had to reach back to get the bra unhooked and off, and I leant my weight right onto his cock as I did, jammed up between my great, gorgeous girls, squashed against his hips and his hot groin.
My hands back on his hips, I leaned over his cock, and brushed my breasts along it, fanned them across it. Pulled them up and down along its length so softly they only just felt him. Up and down, and along. I planted them either side, so my nipples touched his pelvis on either side, then pressed towards him and away. He groaned. Yes, Mister. Feel their warmth. Feel the weight of them. Feel how round and soft and smooth they are. And how big. Look, your cock can get completely lost in between them. And they’re not even squeezing. I looked in his dark eyes. He’d love to feel them squeeze. Right now, he’d like that, he’d like to feel them rubbing along and all around his long, fat, hot shaft. Along and up in my big, soft, warmth.
My head moved down. He moaned as his cock sprang out from between my breasts, my nipples grazing now along his thigh.
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