Chapter Twenty Four

“Ah… the skulking rat finally reveals herself. You must be a remarkable girl to have kept up with us as long as you have, yes?”

Her drooping chin snapped up from where it had been resting limply atop her buoyant new breasts. The gorgeous blonde had ceased her soulful crooning and was looking directly at Kimmy with gunmetal gray eyes that were as cold and steely as her glare.

Fortunately, the dozing young stud hadn’t stirred at Kimmy’s percussive interruption and the cum-hungry whore laid across his lap remained utterly fixated on keeping his erect manhood hidden deep within her cushiony cleavage and suckling lips.

That seemed unfair for some reason.

“Remarkable… yes!” Kimmy staggered to her feet in an attempt to regain some of her lost dignity, even as her thoroughly inflated tits were propped rudely out in front of her like unexploded ordnance. “I’m, like, super smart and totally onto the lot of you!”

She decided to give striking a defiant pose the old college try. Platform heels planted wide apart, candy-cane hair tossed back and cute nose held high in the air. Then Kimmy remembered her big new boobies were still hanging out and tried to tug the fluffy panda hoodie closed around them.

The sensational softness of the fake fur on her over-ripe mounds made her gasp and squirm in hedonistic delight, ruining her lofty facade.

"Onto us?" The mature blonde's striking visage creased in momentary confusion which quickly faded. "Ah, I understand now. You believe it was wise to intrude upon a Lion. To wander into his territory like a lost lamb. Does that sound clever to you, girl?”

Kimmy was clever though, the cleverest girl. She knew it and everybody else knew it too, even if they were all a bunch of dumb stupid-heads. But there was a mocking edge to the other woman’s words that she didn’t care for.

“Don’t speak to me like I’m stupid!” She snapped, trying not to get distracted by hunky naked man on the bed or the horny maid’s wet shlorping noises. “What are you even talking about, what lions?”

“My Darling, he is my Lion. He is not finished yet but soon. So very soon...” The buxom beauty stroked a stray lock of russet hair out of her sleeping lover’s face and bent to lovingly kiss his brow. “There is an old adage, no? ‘Take care when hunting a predator, lest you become prey yourself.’ I can see the pride in you, girl, clear as the moon in the night sky. You place yourself above others, but the path you tread is perilous. Beware or it will be your undoing.”

But Kimmy was better than everyone else! Like, sooo~ totally smart and hot and stuff. Was the woman blind? This enchanting woman with the ice gray eyes that wanted to bore wormholes into her brain and made it difficult to think straight.

“I am the bestest.” She slurred through purple lips that felt thicker than ever. The tingling there was intensifying and Kimmy’s attention kept being drawn back to where Latina slut’s slavering mouth was wrapped around something long, rigid and beefy. “Sexy… Not stupid.”

“I never called you stupid. Such unkindness does not dwell within this poor widow’s heart.” The alluring blonde soothed, gently sliding her shapely legs out from under her paramour’s slumbering head and turning to face Kimmy. “And you are very beautiful, yes? I speak the truth as I see it. But your immortal soul is stained by scorn and ambition. These troublesome qualities bubble and collide inside your pretty head until it is ready to… pop.”

*Pop!*

Kimmy didn’t realize she had blown another bubble until the pink gum snapped back against her pillowy lips. The soft impact sent another rush of cunt-clenching euphoria washing through her willowy body. Her juicy breasts surged outwards, the fluffy panda hoodie falling from her shoulders like a fur wrap to hang off her elbows and frame her billowing cleavage as it took on added heft.

“No, no… nnnurgh~!”

Her stuttered protests were cut off by a climactic cry as the world spun dizzily around her for a few seconds. When Kimmy regained her presence of mind she was leaning heavily against a fancy french armoire with a slick hand working furiously beneath her shiny violet micro-skirt.

Her carefully assembled outfit was getting all askew.

The latex bustier was more like a kidney belt around the flustered Asian’s skinny waist, topped by her mammoth mounds with the useless brassiere cups dangling like floppy bunny ears against her exposed midriff. Her lengthy platinum hair stuck to her perspiring skin, the neon pink highlights standing out stark against her china white complexion which gleamed, smooth and polished as freshly set plastic.

Pussy nectar sluiced down her thin thighs, adding an extra sheen to her slender legs, soaking the flimsy fishnets and seeping into the alabaster leather knee-high boots Kimmy had painstakingly selected to add a few precious inches to her diminutive height.

“You need not fight it, little one.” The golden goddess purred, slipping to the side of the bed and crossing one silky stockinged leg over the other. She looked breathtaking, casually sitting there in her spangly green lingerie and transmitting utter confidence from every invisible pore. “You know that you are sexy, yes? It is well to know one’s own value but honesty to the self is also crucial. Now, tell poor Alina why you followed us today.”

Alina. The name was as stunning as the woman herself and scratched at Kimmy’s pink-flavored memory without any result beyond a distant feeling of mild foreboding.

“D-Didn’t follow... Got lost…”

The silly lie was as halting and fumbled as the mumbled words spilling from her moist amethyst lips. It was getting increasingly difficult to focus on anything beyond the mature blonde’s blinding beauty and the wet, sloppy sounds of the maid whore’s exuberant deep-throating.

“You can tell your lies somewhere else, but not here, not in front of yourself!” Alina snapped sharply, making Kimmy jump. “You have spent the day spying on my Darling because you were prideful and thought yourself clever. Look where it has landed you, foolish girl.”

Foolish? Kimmy wasn’t… blinking rapidly, she tried to get a clear read on her present circumstances. She was dressed up to the slutty nines with her jumbofied knockers hanging out, feeling blonder than a gangsters moll and randy as a pack of stoats.

That was all, like, totally fun and stuff but…

Wasn’t a group of stoats called a ‘caravan?’ Wait, where had that useless fucking fact come from?!

Kimmy was sure she should know all kinds of interesting facts and learned knowledge but it was all slowly melting away like sweet strawberry ice cream under the searing summer sunshine that was Alina’s intoxicating magnificence.

A niggling sense of wrongness kept prodding at her befuddled hindbrain. Something was wrong and she needed to get the hell out of dodge, where-ever that was. Marshaling all of her remaining resolve Kimmy straightened, pulled her slick fingers out from under her tiny skirt, and gave a wide vapid smile to the room at large.

“I should probably go. Y’all look like you’re having a good time but I have things to be and places to do–”

”Gluuurp~!”

Behind a slyly smirking Alina, the curvy Latina strumpet had finally disengaged her gagging mouth from the prone Adonis’s manmeat just in time to catch a creamy faceful of his hot, jetting seed.

Kimmy’s dark eye’s nearly bugged out of their sockets as she finally got an unobscured view of the elusive cock. It was a gigantic, rock-hard weapon of mass pussy destruction fountaining white spunk all over the moaning maid’s outstretched tongue, cute button nose and rosy cheeks.

It had to be the size of her slender forearm, covered in throbbing blue veins and bucking furiously as the raven-haired jizzhound tried to wrangle it towards her thirsty maw with both hands. Blast after steamy blast of poorly aimed cum painted her gentle facial features until the olive-skinned slut looked like she had gone bobbing for apples in a bucket of creme fraiche.

It matted her inky hair, glued her eyes shut and drooped in thick ropes from her seed-coated chin down into the deep valley of her heavy, heaving cleavage. Then white bubbles of the pungent goop formed around her sloppy lips as the cum-plastered maid tipped her head back, and audibly gargled her potent payload as though it were mouthwash before attempting to swallow.

Her slender throat worked earnestly to get the dense mass down, bulging and rippling visibly with soft gulping noises until she was finally done.

“Mmmmmm~! Thank you, master.” She sang sweetly, wiping at her face and sucking her fingers clean. When her eyes finally opened, her long lashes were clumped with small globs of pearly seed. “Your Kitten adores the taste of your fresh cream. Can I please have some more?”

Kimmy didn’t hear her. The angry, twitching member soaring skyward from the young man’s naked groin utterly dominated her attention. It glistened wetly with a salacious mix of slick saliva and sticky spend, standing upright like a fleshy totem of unyielding masculinity.

What would something that big do to a girl? A monster cock like that might actually fuck someones brains out!

Then the, like, totally hunky owner of that terrific fuckstaff, groaned and began to stir awake…

“–here with us now. Are you listening to me?” Alina chided sternly, breaking Kimmy out of her phallic-fueled reverie. “You are–how they say–standing there catching flies, yes? Close your mouth, girl. You don’t want to look stupid.”

“Not… Stupid. Kimmy… Sexy.”

The words came out thick and slurred. Almost as though she was the one with a gob gummed up with yummy cummy. Because that's what it was, Kimmy could smell it now, rich and delicious and mouthwatering. She licked the drool off her pillowy purple flesh and let out a tremulous moan as she quivered at the thrilling sensation.

“No, you misunderstand… I merely suggested that you would not wish to look stupid, girl. For you are very fetching indeed wearing that daring little outfit.” The mesmerizing blonde stated primly, uncrossing and recrossing her superbly long legs before brushing an invisibly speck of lint of a knee. “As I was saying before; you must stay a while. You are our guest now and must partake of my hospitality while you are here. I insist, it is a sacred Russian tradition and there is much I can offer one so pretty as you.”

Kimmy blinked dully up at the woman.

Somehow, she was kneeling on the rug beside the bed now. Fingering her slippery slit through the opening in her, like, super cool panties with one hand and sucking on the thumb of her other. The bulky heels of her white platform boots dug into her tight tooshie as she sat back on them and the fuzzy panda hoodie hung loosely off one pumping wrist.

Back on the bed, the hung stud sat up with a lusty growl as the whore named Kitten began round two of **** herself on his persistent stiffness.

“Woo weally fink I’m pwetty?” Kimmy mumbled blearily.

Her words were garbled as her thumb jacked in and out of her plump pouting lips with her shiny forearm wedged between her tremendous new titties. The back and forth motion made them bounce like a pair of albino volleyballs, and the delicious fleshy friction against her rubbery skin only added spice to the stewpot of desire coming to a fast boil between her skinny thighs.

“Of course, little one. You are so slim and petite with such an arrestingly innocent face. Though, it appears that all that naughty sugar went straight to your lips and tits.” Alina mused with a thoughtful expression. “My late husband always believed the candy was a crude but effective method. He himself preferred more… refined approaches. Tell me, Kimmy. Do you like shopping for new clothing and trying on cute little outfits?”

“Mmhmm!” She sure did. Like, totally did!

“I am so glad to hear it. I too indulge in high fashion, and even enjoy advising others on how to look their best.” Alina said, rising to her feet with a small smile and stepping over to the large antique armoire to throw both ornately carved doors wide with a dramatic flourish.

Kimmy gaped dumbly as a wonderland of colors and textures was opened before her. Bright underthings in mesh, satin and lace spilled out of the shelves and drawers like fabulously crafted jungle vegetation. Countless slinky dresses, tiny skirts and skimpy tops of every imaginable style were crammed onto hangers, and tall ranks of impractically sexy feminine footwear crowded the timber base.

Even the internal panels of the doors had glimmering jewelry and flirty little accessories dangling from small brass hooks. Alina hummed thoughtfully to herself before gingerly plucking one of the latter up between delicate thumb and forefinger.

Kimmy leaned forward, frantically finger-fucking herself as she literally drooled over the dragon’s horde of indecently expensive clubwear arrayed before her. It made the cherished contents of the old steamer trunk look drab and cheap by comparison.

“A change in style can be symbolic, transformative even.” The golden-haired goddess explained in her lyrical accent. “Our outward appearance is the canvas on which we paint a picture of our inner selves for the world to view. I myself have always found that elegance stems from simplicity.”

“Simp… simp… simpleness?” Kimmy stuttered, trying to wrap her pulled taffy brain around the complicated, twenty dollar word.

It was a real challenge to remain focused. On one hand, Alina was gorgeously resplendent in her stunning lingerie with all that oh-so-sexy clothing forming an eye-catching backdrop behind her.

On the other hand, the totally hunky studfest on the bed had the slutty maid flipped onto her back so he could pin her slobbering skull to the mattress with both hands and plow his gargantuan cock straight down her eagerly gobbling throat from above.

“Simplicity, girl. Less is more.” Alina smoothly corrected, casually twirling something round, pink and glittery around her dainty finger. “Much as they say a cluttered desk is a cluttered mind, I believe the same axiom rings true for our choices in fashion. If your mind is a frazzled mess of meaningless worries about this and that, then your outward appearance will be frazzled in turn. So unsightly. So undignified.”

Kimmy didn’t want to look frazzled. She saw it everyday on the faces of all those stupid, stupid people who tried to pussyfoot their way into her militarized friend-zone. As if she had such a thing. Except she might now, if this bodacious blonde bombshell wanted to be part of it…

“Don’t wanna look frazzled…” She panted, edging like a knife blade but not quite finding the final oomph to summit the peak of her delayed release. “Wanna… wanna… wanna…”

“I know what you want, little one, what you need. There is peace to be found in internal silence, seeking solace in calmness like the surface of a still lake.” Alina crooned, reaching down to cup Kimmy’s cheek in a warm hand. “Your mind has roiled like rushing rapids for too long. Tumbling and grinding away at your happiness like river stones worn small and slippery by the torrential currents of oppressive expectation and false assurances of future fulfillment.”

Kimmy snuggled into that soft palm cradling her pretty face. The last remnants of all her carefully laid plans and ambitions evaporated like fog before the rising sun of the older woman’s overpowering presence. Her fingers slowed their twisting in her sodden nethers and she moaned as Alina brushed a elegant thumb over her fat purple lips.

“Ask me to take it all away and I will replace it with endless bliss. I would break the chains of duty and responsibility you have shackled yourself with and release you to finally fly free. Soaring like a beautiful swan off into the clear skies of mindless pleasure and happy endings.” The Russian angel whispered seductively and dangled something sparkly in front of Kimmy’s sweaty face. “You’ve done so well today and come so close already. I can help you take the final step, girl. Simply put this on, allow me to dress and primp you, and I will give you anything you desire.”

A small satin choker hung from her fingertip, right before Kimmy’s nose. It was pastel pink with a silver clasp at the back and a word spelled out in glimmering diamante letters.

“DOLLY”

What did she desire? All those super sex outfits were terribly enticing and being close friends with somebody as perfect as Alina would be, like, totes amazing… Then there was her needy little pussy to consider and the biggest, most incredible dick she had ever seen was being bogarted by that lucky bitch with the cum-soaked face and chest.

But “DOLLY?” Wasn’t that a bit…

“Any–Anything?” She managed to stammer.

“Everything.” Alina promised huskily, then bent down and kissed Kimmy firmly on her plump purple lips.

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