Forget it, let's talk to this PA

"You know what," you say, taking a good look at the newcomer. "Forget about that, it doesn't matter." You cross the room until you're next to her, still pants-less with your limp dick hanging languidly between your thighs. You give her an extended look and take her in.

She's almost the polar opposite to Sydney, the picture-perfect blonde with athletic build. This girl - wearing a plain black tank top and jeans - is much shorter standing eye level with your chest. She's also much thicker with wide hips and a "doughier" physique. Her shoulder-length curly brown hair tied back in a messy ponytail. Her face is covered with a look that's a mix of confusion and anticipation with dark brown eyes, thin lips and a small elfin nose.

One area where it's clear she has even Sydney beat is her massive chest that strained the simple cotton fabric of her top to it's limits. They were the kind of tits that were so big they could make your mouth water without any visible cleavage. You have flashing fantasies of burying your head there before realizing once again that you have the chance to make them real. "Tell me your name," you ask, placing a hand on the small of her back and staring a laser directly into her gigantic breasts.

"I'm, um, Alex," she responds shakily. Her eyes sneak glances over at Sydney - who just looks grateful for the break.

"Well, Aaaalex," you coo in a sing-song-y tone. "You kind of interrupted my fun. And I think it's your job to fix it."

"It, um...it is?" she asks, nervously.

"Oh yeah," you reply in an exaggerated tone. "I wasn't *quite* done with Ms. Sweeney here, and now you're telling me she has somewhere to go. Don't clean up by the way," you offer as an aside to your previous paramour as Sydney struggles to her feet. She had begun to adjust herself in the vanity mirror, but stops at your instruction. She briefly scoffs and rolls her eyes at you, but obeys and exits the room without so much as a touch-up, leaving you and Alex alone as the door closes behind her.

"So, how are you going to fix my problem?" you ask the busty newcomer, pulling her into a tight hug at your side, and feeling her tits mash against you. "I mean, I have some suggestions, but you look like a problem solver."

"I, um, well..." she stammers. She looks around the room and notes the couch in the far corner. "You can sit over there," she says, pointing you in the right direction.

You shrug and head that way before flopping down. "Now what?" Alex nervously bites her bottom lip before reaching down to the hem of her tank top and pulling it upward. She struggles to get it up and over her tits before they finally let loose.

"Good start," you reply with a satisfied smile. "But keep going..."

She scrunches her nose as she considers her next move. Her eyebrows rise in realization as she lands on a decision, moving to her knees, and sidling up in between yours. She looks up at your expectantly and clearly ready to be used in the ways you want.

"Buckle up, slut..."