"You two are going to give me a show tonight. A show with that dildo"

Jess looks at you and cocks an eyebrow. "Really. What kind of show?" You grin.

"I get to tell you when and what I want you to do." Jess shrugs.

"I don't know if she'll be up for it if you don't tell me what it is," Jess points out. You smile again.

"I know. But from what you've told me, she'll be up for what I'm going to be asking. And you don't really have a choice." Jess shoots you a knowing look, but you can see the left side of her lips curl into a smile. "Until then, I guess you can help me get ready for dinner."

You shrug and go to the kitchen, continually gazing at either Jess's ass or her well-formed, firm breasts. The tank top is still straining across her perky nipples, and you smile when she bends over and you gaze down her cleavage. As the meal comes together, you both work the tomato sauce. Jess finishes up her pasta salad, and you mix up the brownies, a job made much easier with the automatic mixer and bowl Jess brought over to your place when she moved in. At ten minutes till 8, Jess excuses herself, and comes out wearing a very form fitting shirt with a plunging neckline that you'd seen her wear before, but never without a bra. It's a dark blue, and looks fantastic on her. As she comes out, wearing that shirt and her nice, casual jeans, you smirk.

"Well now I have to get dressed," you tell her. You hurry back to the room and change into a nice polo shirt and some jeans that don't have holes in them. As you make your way back to the kitchen, you see Jess leaning over her tomato sauce, tasting it. You wait until she puts it down and turns around, then fearlessly grip her right breast through the shirt.

"Jesus John!" she yelps. "Sara's going to be here any minute." You smile at her and pull her right breast out over the neckline. The way her breast hangs over the fabric makes your mouth water and you lean in for a quick suck. Jess doesn't struggle, but taps her foot. Her hand slowly reaches between you, and getting the message, you pull away. She quickly puts her tit back in her shirt and gives you the "Are you happy?" look.

"Pull out your other titty," you order. Jess looks at you incredulously.

"Why?" she asks, though her hands pull the fabric of the shirt under her left breast. You don't bother answering, but lean in for another suck, lashing the nipple with your tongue. Jess stands there letting you orally ravish her exposed breast. You leave it sopping wet then **** it back into the blue shirt. Both nipples are clearly outlined through the fabric of her shirt. You grin.

"I know Sara's coming over. I want her to get a nice view of those nipples while you make us some steak. Rub them," you say, though you soften your tone considerably. "Keep those nipples pointy and hard. I want Sara to see you horny." Jess does her best to hide her breathing, but you can tell that her breasts are still sensitive.

"No problem there," she whispers. She begins kneading her right breast, smashing it against herself, then pulling on the nipple. "You like watching me mash my titties John? Yeah, let me pull it out," she whispers. She pulls her tit out, cupping it and squeezing it gently, as if offering it to you. "See it, baby?" she asks. "See this titty?" Jess laughs. "I can't believe I'm so horny, John." You groan and your hand moves towards your cock. Jess immediately lets go of her tit and walks towards you.

"No," she whispers, her right breast jiggling over her shirt. "That's Sara's hard-on." She grabs your head and pulls it to her exposed breast. "Suck it," she whispers. "I know you love having a tit in your mouth, baby. Suckle my horny boobie." You open your mouth and accept the gift of her breast. Jess coos as you work her over. As you feast, Jess talks to you.

"You're going to have too much tit tonight, lover. I'm glad you're getting mine, but soon, your mouth, your hands will be overflowing with soft, heavy tits. Oooh, I love it, baby. Keep sucking on my little titty." You open your mouth wide, inhaling more than half of Jess's breast. She giggles. "You like it, baby? Keep suckling on me. Oh fuck," she whispers as you pull of slightly, allowing your tongue to glide roughly over her hardened nipple. The doorbell rings, and you pull away from Jess immediately. You try to gauge her reaction, but she shrugs, panting. Her exposed right breast is dripping saliva, and is flushed from your attention. "Answer the door, baby. I invited her over for you."