Bianca is done playing games

"Looks like your American friends don't get to enjoy this view," she says as she eyes your body. "They'll never know what they're missing."

"Bianca..." you say before clearing your throat. You can barely focus as she runs one hand up the side of the doorframe and her silk robe travels up her thigh. In the lamplit room, her tan skin and blonde hair looks even more alluring. "Bianca, this has been the most humiliating day of my life."

"Tell that to your little friend." She nods at your erection. "Well... not so little."

You didn't know how to justify your body's obvious excitement, so you kept talking. "You got what you wanted. You played your little games with me all day and I played along."

"I haven't gotten what I wanted," Bianca whispers. "Not yet." She runs a finger along the lapel of her robe, and the neckline plunges deep enough that you can see her toned stomach.

"What?" you ask. "You exposed me totally naked in front of... god, I don't know how many women, today."

"Those were just games, Sam."

With that, she undoes the belt of her robe and lets it drop to the ground. Your breath stops in your throat as, for the first time in this long, humiliating day, you see Bianca completely nude. Her enormous breasts sway gently as she rests one elbow on the doorframe and puts another hand on her hip.

"Do I look like I'm still playing games?" she asks.

It takes every fiber of your being not to ejaculate right then and there. You'd seen this woman's hourglass figure put so many different outfits to the test today, but the sight of her completely nude somehow manages to exceed every expectation you had of her. For the first time that day, it was your chance to stare at her exposed body.

She made no attempt to cover up. In fact, she moved her hair to one side so it wouldn't interrupt your view of her flawless skin. You shiver as she slowly walks toward you. She smiles as you watch the way her hips move. With your hands still cuffed behind your back, you can't help but take a timid step back as she approaches. Even without her heels on, she's still a couple inches taller than you, and as she comes to a stop in front of you, your vision travels all over every inch of her.

Her toes that clinch the carpet in anticipation.

The contours of her toned abdomen.

Her tight, shaved pussy.

Her enormous, tan breasts that perk up as if begging to be sucked.

Her tongue as she licks her lips.

Her green eyes that look at you with barely restrained lust.

"Sam, I'm sorry for all the trouble I caused," she says as she runs a finger slowly along your torso. "I hope you're not mad at me for playing those little games with you today." Her finger travels past your abs. "But now that the games are over, I have another idea of how we can have fun." Her finger comes to a stop at the base of your throbbing cock. "I would love to show you how." She looks up and bats her green eyes at you.

"Can I show you?" she asks.