Humina Humina Humina (Alternating Perspectives)

“Good God!” you blurt out at the sight of the most spectacular pair of breasts you’ve ever seen. The massive, round, surprisingly perky udders have finally been revealed to the world. The triumphant song of an angelic choir plays as Carmen’s bust emanates golden light, little halos appearing around her perky, pink teats. You step back to take it all in, holistically admiring her awe-inspiring breasts together with the rest of her voluptuous figure. Your jaw still on the floor, you start to drool, but quickly wipe your mouth, hoping she didn’t notice. Luckily for you, Carmen’s eyes have fixed themselves to the ceiling, leaving her unaware of your display of emotion.

You now look to the skirt beneath her soft, yet lightly toned midriff.

That’s gotta go.

*****

Carmen stares at the ceiling above her, eyes focused on an imperfection where the light blue paint seems to have globbed up a bit, desperately trying to avoid making eye contact with the man whose gaze is no doubt hungrily devouring every detail of her now out-in-the-open breasts. She’s well-aware that they’re exceptional, and she’s enjoyed the attention they’ve brought her in the past, and even more so their ability to turn men into stuttering fools. She is not, however, used to being on this side of the power dynamic, where she is the embarrassed one who has lost control of the situation.

It certainly evokes different feelings, feelings she tries to avoid thinking about. She sings a song in her head, not entirely conscious of her thighs rubbing together.

*SNAP*

The sound of snapping fingers draws her eyes away from the ceiling and to John. He points expectantly to her pelvis.

“I’m gonna need you to remove those and reveal the goods.”

Carmen bitterly rolls her eyes.

And with the referral to my genitals as “the goods,” the objectification ritual is complete.

Nonetheless, she complies. She is his property, after all, even if she isn’t happy about it. She reaches down and slowly begins sliding them off, trying to drag out what little time she has. Her eyes keep darting to John’s dick, unashamedly standing at attention. With each glance, she lingers a little longer, tracing along his length. She shakes her head and focuses on pulling her skirt off.

He’s gonna stick that in me as soon as I get my panties off. This fucking prick is gonna stick his prick in me, and I can’t do anything about it.

“Hurry it up, babe.”

BABE?!

She scowls, once again.

“I’m not your babe, okay?”

“That’s for me to decide.”

Carmen huffs, then quickly steps out of her skirt and kicks it under the table, leaving just her black panties, her plump butt spilling out the sides.

What the hell. Let’s just get this the fuck over with.

Knowing there isn’t much point in preserving them and wanting to let out some of her anger, Carmen grabs the side of her underwear and just rips it apart. Then, she grabs the crotch of the panties and does it again, pulling them off and throwing them to the ground. She puts her hands on her hips and gives her owner an annoyed, expectant look.

“Well, are we gonna do this or what?”

*****

The ferocity with which she tore her panties off surprised you, almost distracting you from her now-visible rosy lower lips. Her feisty attempt at rebellion turns you on.

I gotta make sure I don’t make her too obsessed like I did with Selena. I don’t want to lose her hot-headedness.

You step up to Carmen and grab her now-bare hips, sliding your hands up to her midriff, then down to her full thighs.

“Goddamn you’re hot.”

You look up to see her reddened face. She turns away as you look at her. You smile, enjoying her embarrassment. You then forcefully whip her around, causing her to stumble a bit, but you pull her close to you to keep her stable, your cock against her ass cheek.

“Give me a warning next time, asshole.”

Paying her no mind, you release her, then crouch down to admire her round, firm butt, groping a cheek with either hand. You then give them a hard smack and gleefully watch them bounce and shake.

“Fucker…” you hear Carmen mutter, as she rubs her ass.

“Turn around, bitch.”

You feel the heat radiating off of her, but she dutifully follows your command, rotating around and stopping with her cunt just inches from your face. You rub your hands together in anticipation before reaching out to feel her. As you spread her lips apart, you’re surprised to find she’s dripping wet.

“Oh my God. Are you into this?”

Carmen takes a moment to respond. As you look up to her reddened face, you catch a concerned look on her face before it quickly turns to a scoff.

“Yeah, I’m super into getting molested by perverted losers. It really turns me on.”

“Your pussy's pretty wet for being so turned off.”

“I… that’s not… I mean…”

As she stammers, you slip a finger inside her, eliciting a gasp of surprise.

“Fuck! Watch it, perv.”

“I get it now. You’re used to being the boss and in control of the situation, so when it comes to sex, you like the feeling of losing control.”

“That’s… that’s not true. You just want that to be the case so I’ll play into your twisted little fantasy. I-”

Carmen doubles over and stifles a moan as you start massaging her clit.

“Good girl.”