A good start

"It’s coming," she said, hanging up.

She looked back at me and it looked like she wasn't willing to add anything, but she soon realised silence was more awkward than talk. "Sooo… Do we just wait?"

"Of course not!" I replied, sitting in a very comfortable wicker armchair. "In the meantime, you will use those graceful fingers and sexy lips of yours to make me hard."

She sighed, crawling down from the bed. "Aren’t you hard already?"

"Not hard enough. Now stop trying to hide your boobs, you’re about to give me a titjob anyway. Get rid of your dress instead, so I can have a better look at this perfect body."

She blushed once again and released her chest so she could let the piece of black silk cloth slide along her hips and legs. I couldn’t hold an admiring whistle as she stood up in front of me, now only wearing a black lacy thong and stilettos, as well as her jewelry. She was simply breathtaking. Two huge mounds with no sagging or tan marks, perfectly shaped. Two dark brown nipples pointing at me… surprisingly erect, I noticed. Hips wide enough to match her chest, almost twice larger than her thin waist. A pair of thick thighs to rest your head on or put to use in more physical activities. And an absolutely beautiful face looking at me with a contained fury.

God, she was even sexier when she was angry. Especially when she was angry at me yet couldn’t do anything about it.

She kneeled in front of me and unbuckled my pants. "Ok, let’s get it over with," she sighed.

Her eyes widened and she let out a yelp when she freed my cock and the mighty beast sprung at her.

"What the fuck? No way!" she exclaimed, discovering its length and girth. "I’m not putting that thing inside of me!"

"It’s your duty as maid of honor," I reminded her. "You have to make sure the groom is sexually satisfied."

Simone hesitated, but if I knew one thing about her, it was that she was a spoiled brat. Okay, it didn’t help in that instance, but if I knew two things about her it was that she was a spoiled brat and had a strong sense of duty.

Not even trying to conceal her disgust, she grabbed my dick and started wanking me. "Jeez, you didn’t lie, you’re not even completely hard! How big can it grow?"

I sneered. "Probably big enough to protrude from your chest when you give me a titjob. Maybe enough to reach your mouth."

She tried to look away in embarrassment, but her gaze always went back to my shaft. Seeing her with her cheeks red was surprisingly cute in this situation.

"You should lick it. Kiss it," I pointed out. "Don’t worry, it’s not going to bite you."

She gave me an annoyed look, as if to say I shouldn’t insult her intelligence by stating such an obvious fact, but it seemed to ease her up into it nonetheless.

It was exquisite. Sure, it wasn’t a deepthroat, but the feeling of her tongue on my glans and her lips pressed against my shaft was already sending shivers through my spine. The cute little smooch noises every time she kissed my meat was also oddly erotic. It took me a while to realise I now had marks of her black lipstick covering my dong as well as my balls.

"I can’t believe it’s your first time," I said, sliding my hand through her silky hair. "It’s the best blowjob I ever had and you’re not even blowing me." Okay, it was an exaggeration, but not as much as it may sound. "You truly are a natural."

She stopped what she was doing and gave me one of her most lethal looks. Clearly, she hated being called a natural at sucking cocks, especially by someone she despised so much. Yet again, I could read something else in her eyes. Pride. For an overcompetitive overachiever such as Simone Ito, every praise for her labor was worth millions of dollars. You could see it as the symptom of an inflated ego, but on the contrary I suspected she was **** for validation for her own skills rather than her lineage.

Before she could gather her thoughts and find her words, we heard a knock on the door followed by a female voice signaling "Room service!"

"Come on in!" I exclaimed, not caring about Simone’s outfit -or lack thereof- nor my now fully erect shaft covered in lipstick marks which could easily be traced back to her.

She gave me a panicked look and turned toward the door, but too late. A maid walked in, pushing a trolley with a serving tray covered by a cloche. Once inside, she lifted the cloche, revealing a single lube tube without ever looking directly at us.

Gosh, rich people and their fancy everything.

That being said, the cloche may have been here mostly for discretion.

I caressed Simone’s neck and told her, loud enough to be heard by our guest, "Sweetie, why don’t you go get our order and give the young lady a tip? We will have way more fun thanks to her good work."

She stared a few additional daggers at me, yet walked to her purse and pulled a few bills out of it. I don’t even think she cared to count them or check their value, she just crammed them in one of the girl’s pockets. "You saw nothing. You heard nothing. You know nothing. Understood?" she asked menacingly to hide her embarrassment.

"Don’t worry, Ma’am, I know the drill," the maid replied without ever looking at any part of her body or face. "Do you want to never see me again or for me to take care of your service from now on?"

The Asian woman stayed silent for a few seconds. I could almost hear her thought process. The girl had seen her in a quite humiliating and compromising position, and she didn’t want to be reminded of it. On the other hand, she was acting very professionally and looked like she wouldn’t betray the dirty little secrets that had just been pushed on her, and there was no guarantee the next one would be as discreet. She looked at me, and probably realised there would be many events in the next few days that she would appreciate some discretion about. "No replacement," she replied. "I want you and no one else to take care of my room service at all times for the next week.

The maid nodded and walked out of the room with the trolley, not uttering any other word.

Simone stayed there, the lube in hand, lost in her thought. Probably wondering how anything in her life could have led to this night. I cleared my throat to bring her back to reality and she almost jolted. She gave me an irritated look and walked back toward me to give me the tube. "So, how do we use it?" she asked, not hiding her impatience.

I took it with a grin and ordered "Get on your knees again." She sighed and obeyed. "It’s cold," I warned before pouring a handful of it between her tits. Simone let out a cute high pitched squeak and closed her eyes, but she didn’t move her torso at all. I knew she would try her best to keep control of her body. I smiled and started spreading the fluid over her chest.

This time, I was more thorough, less feverish. It was an actual massage, I wanted her to feel the difference. Soon, she started whimpering, then moaning. She closed her eyes, lost in her pleasure. She bit her lips when I softly pinched her nipples. "Is that really necessary?" she asked. This time it didn’t sound like she was complaining, though. She even seemed to enjoy it.

"Not really," I replied, massaging her underboobs. "It’s just for pleasure."

I then stood up and finally slid my dick between her mounds and started thrusting. She opened her eyes and came back to reality. Almost instinctively, she pressed her orbs around my meat and started going up and down.

Fuck! It was so hot. My shaft felt so comfortable between her massive pillows. Obviously their size was a big part -no pun intended-, but Simone was also pretty good at it. The way she put just the right amount of pressure on my dick, how fluidly she switched between synchronized and alternated moves for her tits… It was undoubtedly the best titjob I had ever received in my whole life, though to be fair the previous ones were never from as well-endowed women as Simone. On the other hand most of them were far more experienced. The fact that she gave me this look of wanting to **** me piercing through the fog of her growing excitation made it even better. It barely took her a dozen minutes to bring me to climax.

With a low groan, I started firing shots at her throat. I managed to keep a cool head despite the overwhelming pleasure I was feeling, pull out so I could direct the next ones at her face and chest, and slide a thumb in her mouth to keep it open so a few lucky swimmers could end up in there. Then I fell back onto the armchair, panting and admiring my messy masterpiece.

The beautiful rich girl looked at the cum splattered across her bust with disdain and… disappointment? She hesitated a few seconds before swallowing, and raised an arm to her boobs as if she wanted to clean them of the white goo, before holding back when she most likely realised she would just get her hands dirty. She then let me catch my breath, before asking with enough venom in her voice to kill a king cobra "Are you satisfied?"

God it was hot, seeing her try her best to sound confident and scornful with a droplet of my semen running from the left corner of her lips down to her chin.

There was some conflicted feelings battling in her voice. A part of her wanted me gone forever. A part of her wanted my massive cock to extinguish the fire in her. And she had this irresistible blush on her cheeks. I **** myself not to grin, and instead got up and walked toward what I supposed was the bathroom. "I need a short break. But I’ll tell you what, you’ve been a very good girl. If I feel like it, I’ll take care of your little Asian pussy as soon as I come back."

I didn’t look at her, but I could guess she was torn between indignation and frustration.

+25 BS. 35 remaining.

Perfect.