Something a little kinky

I knew what to expect, because I had seen this astounding slut cavort outrageously on her webcam show and I was familiar with pretty much every inch of her body. But I didn’t expect to be blown away by her stunning beauty in the way that I was. Perhaps I had underestimated the way that true-life gorgeousness enters an order of ‘holy shit’ magnitude when you see it with your own eyes. Nonetheless, Veronica blew every girl I’d ever laid eyes on in real life straight out of the water, and to be honest, pretty much every girl I had ever seen.

Her eyes were magnificent, the depth and shape of them captivating, but enlivened by a confident and wholly seductive gleam that was so hot and piercing it could have been used in the service of industrial welding. I felt, for a moment, rooted to the spot as she batted her thick lashes for a long second as she looked up at me, surveying me with kittenish amusement that was tinged with a deep, smouldering seductive quality. Her mouth was slightly ajar, making her expression into a hypnotic pout.

Fuck me, I had been stunned by her gorgeous face but on reflection – or what was more properly a double, even triple take – I failed to see how my gaze hadn’t been immediately glued to her tits. Veronica’s knockers stuck out of her chest in a way I had previously only thought reserved for the most ridiculous of cartoon characters. They were massive, and they were sticking not only out, but up, two enormous cans jutting out of her chest and way, way in front of her. The projection on those mothers was insane, and they were bulging directly outward at me, restrained only by what appeared to be a shiny black leather studded belt with the words ‘FUCK ME’ embossed in gold on the buckle. The thing was harnessed around her jugs - and I mean tight – in a way that suspended the pair of tits in front of her, the top of her gleaming cleavage a vast crevasse that I longed to plunge my cock into there and then, the lower half, the succulent curves of her underboobs sticking out from her torso amazingly.

Dare I even look down? Holy shit, I must have been drooling as my gaze continued downwards. Her flesh had a deep, even tan, and her immense tits – fuck this babe was stacked – suddenly winnowed into an improbably tight and athletic waist. Her abdominal muscles were tight, packed, smartly etched and regimented in sleek, sculpted, impressive rows and her waist… her waist. Jesus, if it wasn’t the definition of hourglass, then I don’t know what was.

‘Bullshit,’ I said to myself, ‘Bullshit, no way can I see her asscheeks from here. No slut is that hot.’ But as my eyes went down, I swore I could see the outer contours of what would have been a crazy booty flare out behind her. No time for even that! My gaze swept ever lower, fully and further down, her legs immaculately slender and perfect. At this point my gaze had hit the floor, with my jaw not far behind it. Fuck, had I even registered what this little slut had chosen as her get-up? The belt was as described, clinging on to her tits. Her arms were covered, all the way from fingertip to shoulder, in skin tight black vinyl gloves. The kicker was that her legs were similarly covered, so that all the way from toetip to the top of her thighs she was wearing shiny black vinyl stockings. She was wearing a similar accompaniment on her feet, in the way of black, shiny, platform heeled stripper shoes. Of course I could barely take all this in. Did I notice at that point that she was wearing a minuscule thong, the straps of which went over her hips being no thicker than the small gleaming stones that bejewelled them? Probably not. Holy crap, it was a wonder I was still breathing at that point.

‘Don’t move,’ she said.

As if I could have. I was transfixed by this gorgeous babe.

She suddenly flicked her right wrist. Something whizzed out of her hand with a metallic snap. I looked at where the sound had registered. It was a tape measure, and she had unsheathed a large proportion of its length.

‘Let’s just see if you’re everything you claim to be,’ Veronica said.

Then she slid down excruciatingly slowly until she was on her knees in front of me in the doorway. Her eyes never left mine. Of course, there were no neighbours in the immediate vicinity, but somehow I doubted whether that would have influenced her behaviour at all. Her eyes then slid down and met the massive bulge that was tenting my trousers in an obscene and unavoidable way.

‘I have a feeling you’re going to measure up, stud…’ she said, starting to nuzzle her lips around the taut material around my crotch, first running her lips all along the outside before burying her face into my groin region.

I was on fire, enflamed, engorged beyond belief. I could see the top of her bleached blonde hair cockscrewing around my crotch. I breathed out and leaned backwards and looked down. Veronica had caught my zipper between her latex gloved fingers and tugged it down. Suddenly, she made a sharp, violent movement that I found completely unexpected in its ferocity. In an instant I found myself standing on the doorstep with my trousers around my ankles.

Finally, though, I allowed myself a slight smile. I had the victory, it seemed. No matter how surprised I was at having been exposed butt naked on her doorstep, Veronica now looked wholly astonished, to the point where her mouth was wide open, her eyes staring and gaping, and her left hand was resting on her cheek, as my huge member stared her directly in the face.

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