Carmine's fashion show

You’re starting to get excited. You can hear Carmine picking through the cases and moving fabric. You wonder what kind of outfits she has to show you, she always looks fantastic anyway – if she feels like they’re good enough to show off though…

“Alright baby, you can take it off now,” she says in a sing-song voice. You pull the bandana up and over your eyes and nearly black out from the sight presented to you. Carmine, with her J cup tits and amazing hips squeezed into a scandalously tight black one-piece swimsuit. A deep window reaches down from her chest to her exposed stomach, meaning there’s plenty on display. A criss-cross stitch of strings tries in vein to keep the two halves connected.

Her gigantic breasts are squeezed ever so slightly by the pressure of the outfit, the same for her thighs and stomach. She’s bulging. And not in a bad way. It emphasises just how perfect her obscene, genetically modified body really is. She smirks and holds her arms up in the air, tilting her hips seductively, letting you enjoy every crest and depression.

There is no deceit in your words, “Holy shit Carmine, you look even better than when you’re naked.”

She blows you a sultry kiss, “Thanks baby, you know just how to push my buttons.”

“Are you planning on taking us to the beach? I might get jealous if other people get to look at you like this.”

Carmine moans, “Hm, I like that possessive side of you baby. But I didn’t make you the perfect man so I could ditch you for some pick-up artist on the beach.” She takes the opportunity to sit on your lap and pull you into a torrid kiss. Your tongues duel for almost two minutes before she pulls away again. You really are going to pop another boner at this rate.

She leans over and re-does the blindfold, “I did have a sexy sling bikini for you, but I think it might be a little too stimulating…”

“Don’t say any more unless you want all those nice clothes to be ruined Carmine.”

She laughs again and begins undressing. Another minute passes before she’s ready again. You pull away the black fabric and find something that is perhaps even more obscene than the alleged sling bikini she mentioned just a second ago.

Carmine strikes another pose, this time on the chair across from you, her legs hiding a tantalizing view of her well fucked slit. A shimmering silver dress covers the bare minimum of her body. No, calling this a dress is being conservative; this is two pieces of fabric stuck together and draped over the body of a goddess.

There is almost nothing that isn’t on display. Carmine’s finely chiselled chest is covered by the thinnest part of the dress, the full orbs not covered by primitive concerns like a bra. It slips down and down, until it finally reaches her crotch and thickens up again, and tries in vein to cover her pussy and ass.

“Hm, do you like this baby?”

“Oh yeah, but you might get arrested for rocking this one in public.”

She waves off your concern, “It’s in fashion baby, don’t worry about it.” Carmine twirls in place, flashing her exposed asshole to you before the dress settles down again. Another long strip of fabric is placed gracefully between her ass cheeks, once again only doing the minimum to protect her most private areas. Her back is fully exposed, the front facing side being held together by a thin strip running around her neck. Her breasts are visible even from here, poking out from her sides. Carmine plays with her hair and sticks out her rear, rotating her hips in a circle until she comes to a stop. She looks back at your slack-jawed expression with a cheeky wink.

“I love it when your eyes are on me baby, it makes me so hot.”

Judging by the huge erection you’ve gotten - you only feel that it’s a fair exchange. But you’re going to stick to your word and let the poor woman recover before you do real damage. “Why do you even bother with this world domination stuff, you could have every man in the world around your finger just by doing this,” you brag.

“Hm. That’s a fun idea. Hypnotising all those stuffy politicians with my ass and tits.” Of course, doing such a thing would require conditioning to work. But you’ve learned to take everything Carmine says somewhat literally. If she wants something, she’ll make it happen.

Carmine takes her perch on your lap again and runs her hand through your hair, she closes in and peppers with face with small kisses. Her makeup is in an awful state now, not that she needs it. The sweat and stench of sex sticks to her like glue. “Hm, you need a shower.” You lean in and take a whiff of her, not that it’s a bad smell at all.

“Is that an invitation? I’m not sure that it’s big enough for the both of us,” she moans as you start to suckle on her collarbone. She’s covered in red marks from your oral attention.

“You’ll have to fly solo this time Carmine, if I get in there with you, I don’t think I could stop myself.”

“You’re such an animal,” she cackles, “You horny bastard!”

Carmine removes the dress and trots into the small in-cabin shower for clean herself. You kick back and relax on the comfortable bed as she cleans herself up. You still have a few hours of time to kill before you arrive. You hope you can entertain yourself without fucking them until then.