The Amazon

"Hey! Where is the big one?" the Goth said, scanning her eyes across the two kneeling boys. She always was the one to notice when he walked in the room, despite her misandry.

The Amazon waved the question away. "He was getting a little... too close. Don't get me wrong. He is packing a monster but he was getting way too clingy. I mean guys are silly. They fuck you into the bed for only two hours and suddenly they think they have done soooooo well that they own you." She waved away the ridiculousness of the request and flashed that mischievous smile of hers. "So I sent him to get cheesecake from Boulangerie de Sperme two states over. He'll be back in a couple of days." The girls giggled, imaging him stewing in barely contained rage as he took several trains to find a cheesecake that could also be found at a branch only three blocks away.

The Redhead whistled and stretched her arms over her head, totally casual about her bouncing nudity. "How did you get him to do that without grumbling like he always does?"

"I told him that if he didn't want to do what I said, I would make him spend another week with Vice Pressy, " the Amazon said, proud of herself. The girls erupted into raucous laughter. All except for the Vice President who turned redder than a tomato. She covered her face with her hands and shrank down against the wall in embarrassment.

As the mirth died down, the Amazon stepped closer to the guys. "Anywho, back to the matter at hand. Which one of you wants to spend some time with little ole me?" She posed, emphasizing the curve of her hip and the fullness of her breast. The boys tensed. They knew from experience that the question was a trap. If either of them spoke up she would send them both downstairs for being too eager. She was just teasing them, lording her power over them. The boys clammed up, resting on their knees in a subservient kneel. Each of the girly boys repeated endless in their heads for her to pick them, as if by thinking hard about it could influence her choice.

"Don't speak up all at once boys. Ah. How about I sweeten the pot? " she teased. She pulled off her sweaty sports bra in one fluid motion. No matter times Andy saw her, he would always be in awe. Her bountiful, triple E sized breasts were the size of small pumpkins, resting impossibly high on her chest. The sight of their natural jiggle caused a groan to escape the mouth of both of the boys and an speak from the Vice President. Her big areolas were the color of the night sky and bigger than silver dollars. Her tumescent nipples stood out almost a full inch. The right nipple beaded milk with her arousal. She smiled wider as she drank in the drooling faces of the lusty boys, her pussy flooding at their lust for her. She pushed her girl's together with the curves of her arms making a deep line of cleavage which banished all rational thought from the room.

"Andy, why don't you spend some time with me," the Amazon said, slipping in front of the kneeling boy. Butterflies filled his stomach as he looked, following her shapely thighs up to her tight stomach, past her heavy breasts and locking on her face. She bit her lip and ran her thin fingers through his shaggy hair. "Come show me a good time little boy." The girls whistled as she grabbed him by the hand and walked him up to the third floor as enthusiastic whoops followed behind them.

A four-poster bed filled up most of the space, covered in uncharacteristically pink sheets. In the corner was a makeup desk, a set of heavy kettlebells and a yoga mat tucked into one corner. The walls were covered with full-sized posters of scantily dressed black men and women at the peak of physical fitness. The posters were all of the other professional photoshoots and all seemed to take place on the same generic beach. Andy frowned. He hadn't gotten a chance to clean this place yet.

She stepped into the room, her back to Andy. Scanning the room, taking in the piles of discarded clothing strewn all over the floor. She was notoriously messy, her constantly sweat-stained clothes always taking up a vast majority of their laundry time. Only the almost pig-like Redhead produced more mess for the hapless boys. The last time, she gotten home to find her room still a mess, she had given him a hard swat on the ass and sent him back downstairs. As she drunk in the messy state of the room, she put her knuckles to the room, rocking back and forth to some rhythm that Andy couldn't follow. Is she going to send me back? Did I blow my shot? Andy worried to himself as she decided the fate for the night.

All of a sudden, she jumped at him with the quickness of a snake leaping to grab a trapped rat. She reached with her one hand and slammed it against the door with enough **** to make Andy yelp in surprise. Her arm was inches from his ear and she trapped him between the door and her toned curves. When he first arrived, they were the same height but now he barely came to her collar bone. She pressed her heavy breasts against his face, enveloping his cheeks in her warmth. The faint smell of her sweat this close to her was intoxicating. She stared at him with those lusty bedroom orbs, eyeing him like a lion would an injured gazelle. She was obviously way hornier than annoyed about the room.

She stared at him with those mischievous eyes of hers for a long moment while Andy's brain buzzed. Her free hand, snaked around his waist, grabbing hold of his hand-filling ass and pulling him closer to her. The wet heat of her box pressed against his stomach. She reached down and planted a wet kiss on Andys lips. The tension between them two slid away as their bodies melted into each other. Their tongues wrestled, her agile tongue exploring his mouth. Her saliva sent his lips and mouth abuzz as it invaded his mouth. The Saliva of blackout infested Bimbos always contained an aphrodisiac. Andy felt as though her actions were causing molten hot metal to build up in his core, inflaming each cell with lust.

His erection rose to full mast, pressing against her thigh. Without changing her tempo at all, she reached down with one hand and started stroking down the length of it through his pants. Andy moaned into her mouth at her delicate fingers and nails caressed his overly sensitive parts.

She broke off the kiss, a line of shared saliva connecting the two before snapping off.

"Strip, " she demanded.

When she got like this, she was not to be ignored.