Let's start slow

At this point you've had enough surprises. There's little argument left in you for not just whipping out your dick and yanking Heather's head facedown in your lap. The main one is currently sitting nearby and watching you passively while his wife smiles at you in a bikini top and shorts.

You give Dale an incredulous look and point at the dark-skinned babe smiling at you. “Are you really OK with this?” Your voice goes up an octave with fear as you ask him.

The mahogany terminator shrugs with as much emotion as if you told him the sky was blue. “I don’t see why it’s a bad thing. If she’s not sucking my dick, she might as well suck yours. Go for a creampie man. Fill her ass with jizz and make her cry. Look at her.” He gestures towards his wife and your eyes follow his movement to meet the grinning countenance of Heather. Seeing your gaze drawn to her rack spilling out of her top, her grin gets even wider as she cups her tits and gives them a little lift into your line of sight. “That body was made for banging. Go for it.”

You don’t need any further endorsement. Leaning back into the plush couch, you drape your arms on the back and stretch out a little bit. “Alright, let’s see where this goes.” Heather starts to reach for the bulge in your pants before you stop her with a word. “Wait.” She freezes immediately and worry flits over her face. “Can I see your tits first?”

Looking relieved, she answers, “Of course! Where are my manners?” Without hesitation, she pulls the cups of her bikini top to let her full, round knockers bounce free. Your mouth is hanging open. You know the cups and string under her breast are giving her a little support, but to be honest, her tits are so proud and up-thrust, they probably don’t even need it. Seeing your slack jawed face, Heather makes an offer. “Wanna touch ‘em?”

They’re perfect. Round, big, perky with tight, playful nipples, you’re already drooling. Heather straddles your lap while your hands are busy groping her chest like a hungry virgin. She giggles as you pull her closer, sucking and slobbering all over her chest, trying to enjoy as much tit-flesh as possible. You doubt you’re ever going to be in contact with this woman, or really any attractive woman this easily ever again. You do your best to memorize her curves with you lips and hands. Pretty soon, you’re motorboating her and your hands have found purchase on her firm, supple ass, pulling her insistently into your lap.

Heather can clearly feel the modest boner you’re popping and she obliges. Arching her back to shove her cleavage even more into your face, she starts grinding on you with no direction from you but your obvious arousal. Through amused giggles, she looks over her shoulder at her giant of a spouse, still grinding in your lap sinuously while he looks on like he’s watching commercials. “He’s really pitching a tent, honey. I can’t wait until he fucks me.”

Dale replies in his customary, monotone base, “He should fuck you. You’re fuckable like nobody’s business.”

Dizzy with pleasure, you have to take a breath from your infantile nursing. Somewhat slurred, you tell Heather, “Take off your top.” She nods at you with an amicable ‘mmm-hmmm’ and undoes the knots holding her top on, tossing it away without a second thought. Her grinding in your lap is better than any stripper you’ve bought a lapdance from, but you feel a little overdressed. If you don’t slow down, you may embarrass yourself. “Get up and take off your shorts.” You tell her next. Heather stands up without a word and drops her shorts to the floor, kicking them aside like her top to be forgotten. You twirl her finger around and she gets the idea.

She’s a part time model and her body is definitely suited for it. She’s tight and fit, taller than you by a few inches, but still with lush curves that make your head spin. She gives a model twirl, stopping for several seconds with her back to you and her glorious ass framed in a tiny thong. Looking over her shoulder at your reaction, she smirks and gives her backside a playful little shake. Holy fuck, she is hot.

You need to free your cock and start reaching for your fly. The black beauty sees this as she turns back around to face you and her smirk vanishes with a slight hint of alarm. “Wait!” she calls out and you freeze, thinking the jig is up. That thought vanishes as she takes a step forward to stand right in front of you and leans over you, her breasts hanging in you face like ripe fruit. “Let me, please?” she asks with a hopeful tone and look. Your only response is a dumbfounded nod.

She slips to her knees gracefully while you spread your legs to make room for her. “You know.” She says, “You’ve been giving me some good commands so far. I got my tits out. And I hope you liked the lapdance. I may not have been naked, but it was fun.”

At this point, her husband pipes up, “Man, you should tell her what to do more. She doesn’t let anybody boss her around. Take advantage of that.” You’d honestly forgotten he was there and jumped noticeably at the sound of his voice.

“Yeah!” Heather agrees. While she unbuckles your fly and pulls down the zipper with a teasing slowness, her voice takes on a suggestive note. “But you know, you were kind of kissing my boobs a lot.” Now she sounds conversational. You watch mesmerized as her manicured, soft hands pull your pants and boxers down by the waistbands together. Your dick springs up, not at full hardness, because you’re still half expecting some kind of very unpleasant trick.

That thought goes out the window in the next minute though. Heather’s hands take firm grip of your shaft and balls, using one to massage each respectively. She leans in closer to your lap and you feel her smooth, warm breasts caress the skin of your inner thighs. “Maybe…just to be fair…you want me to kiss something of yours?” The chocolate model has her mouth inches from your achingly hard erection. With a lascivious look, she maintains eye contact while she purses her full lips and blows warm air on the genitals she’s massaging.

“I can get really into kissing. I hardly take a breath sometimes. I’m told I use a lot of spit. I really like when hands are gripping the back of my head. I like getting my hair pulled too.” Another deep breath and deliberate exhale on your cock and she continues. “I’m talking about sucking your cock, by the way.” She spells it out, “While you hold my head down.”

You turn for one final confirmation from her massive husband, but he’s checking his phone. You catch his eye and he just looks at you and shrugs. “Be rough, go for it.”

“See?” Heather says. “Don’t worry about him. I’m right here, ready to suck your dick.” She beams at you. “Do it. Use me as rough as you want.”

You've got a topless model in a thong on her knees in front of you, offering to blow you. This is going to be fun.