Repeat your previous answer

As you are about to repeat yourself, she reaches up to unbuttons her top. Freya's gaze is too strong and insistent for a guy like you to confront. You are too taken aback by her strength to withstand your stare, so your eyes brake the stare down, giving her the victory in this showdown. Your eyes do not look away. And your eyes do not stare off into the distance. No, your gaze goes straight to her tits, straight down into her cleavage. So, in a sense, you do look off into the distance, because the valley between her humongous breasts is an expansive distance indeed.

Your gaze is actually a quick glimpse. But to Freya, this is an act of surrender. You acknowledge her superiority by this minute gesture. Most women wouldn't have caught this glimpse, but Freya is very experienced at having men staring at her, so even the slightest glimpse is enough to show her what a man's favorite part of her is.

Roger, you should be honest to yourself. You don't want to Fuck me...you want me to Fuck you!" Freya says, ignoring whatever you were about to say.

She slowly unbuttons the blouse straining to contain her massive globes. "Are you really saying, that if I slip out of this uniform, and show you my great big breasts, you wouldn't start drooling?"

You manage a small shake of your head. Her blouse parts and Freya leans back onto the massage table, resting on her elbows, bringing her high-heel clad feet up onto the table surface, keeping them spread apart, the tiny white material molding over her nearly exposed vagina. With her top splayed open, her bra-clad breasts were jutting out, bouncing around as she makes this movement. All signs of the professional woman she was is now gone, now looking every bit the slut she boasts to be.

Amazing.

You can't help but admit that her breasts are absolutely perfect. They are so huge! Sure you've fought against women with big tits mean, but you've always considered yourself capable of handling big tits, but now that you are staring at them, you can certainly understand the appeal. They are enormous, jutting out from her fit body. They are full and firm, only making it more amazing that they somehow fit in this white lace garment. Those suckers looked like they shouldn't be contained. They ride high on her chest, over her bare belly, soft and lush looking, but also tight and fit. Even her sexy belly button is overshadowed by their fullness. It might not have been her blouse, but her bra to be thanked for pressing each of the mammoth udders into the other, naturally forming a deep line of cleavage. And her breasts look so soft and smooth, the firm, tanned flesh rippling and jiggling with each motion. Each of the huge boobs are capped by a hard, throbbing nipple, visible through the lace, surrounded by a smooth, pink areola, pointing outward, begging to be sucked on.

They are perfect.

"And all those remarks about fucking me hard wouldn't just disappear?"

Again, the faintest shake of your head.

She unhooks her bra, throwing it aside. Your eyes are unable to draw away from her chest, and those massive titties she has on display. Holy fuck! They are magnificent. They are round, and smooth, and firm, and soft looking. They are as big as volleyballs! You have seen some big white breasts in your time, but something about this pair is vastly superior. You don't know if it is the smoothness of her skin, or the deep cleavage they naturally form, or the pink hard nipples that cap them off perfectly. You can't take your eyes off of them. You have to step back, almost afraid of them.

"If I smother you with these massive tits, you wouldn't just sit there and take it? You wouldn't let me take control and let me do whatever the hell I want to do? You wouldn't become obsessed with my big, succulent breasts? Your mouth wouldn't open and take in my hard nipples?"

"No" You resist in a sharp whisper.

Freya leans back, and with a firm pull, she yanks down her skirt over her hips, letting it fall to the floor. Freya's white-lace covered crotch now fully exposed. And then, as she pushes herself back to fully sit on the table, she spreads her legs apart lewdly, running her fingers down over her covered pussy. The thong underwear is tiny, and it barely coveres her nether regions, and it confirms her earlier boast. If she has any sort of landing strip or anything like that, with as little as the thong covers, that hair would be visible. No, Freya is completely shaved.

"And, if I were to slip off this last bit of fabric completely, and show off my hot, round ass, are you really saying you wouldn't just lay back and let me sit on your face? You wouldn't let me pull my thong to the side and put my asshole directly against your mouth? Are you saying that you wouldn't open your mouth and give my asshole one... loving... suck?" Freya finishes.

She took my silence as an affirmative. She reached down and ran her fingers under her thong straps of her light blue thong.