Tiffany takes control

Tiffany sat comfortably in the sporty red convertible's passenger seat. Dinner had been great, and the fancy restaurant had given her the perfect excuse to buy an expensive green dress. Normally her parents would have objected, but it was the day after her collage graduation and getting them to open up the purse strings for a graduation gift was easy.

“Did you have a good time tonight?” asked Brandon, her date.

Tiffany smiled at him enticingly and brushed her deep red hair behind her ear. “Absolutely. I loooove French food.” She knew the square jawed jock was sure he would finally get her into bed tonight.

He probably deserved it since they'd been dating for six months. Tiffany wanted it too, not because she particularly cared about the guy, but because she'd been getting progressively hornier for the last four months. The more she held out, the more he begged, which was a massive turn on for the gorgeous redhead. Enough of a turn on that she had extended it much longer than she originally planned.

She knew the only reason Brandon put up with it was because she was just too hot to give up on. Her commanding green eyes always kept men mesmerized during any conversation. Her 5'6” frame was very sleek, and the tall heels she often wore gave her the height to stand out while making her legs look great. But what really made men weep were her breasts. In a world where Double Ds are considered big, she hit the genetic jackpot with perfectly shaped F-cups.

Tiffany felt the familiar tingle down her spine that told her Brandon was sneaking a peek at her chest. She didn't have to look at him to know, she always knew when men were looking at her. She arched her back, thrusting out her chest enough to drive the seat belt into her enormous cleavage. The car swerved and quickly readjusted, bringing a smile to her bright red lips.

They pulled into the parking lot and Tiffany waited for Brandon to open the car door for her. She enjoyed watching him rush around the car to do it. After getting out they each put an arm around the other and headed toward the door to his apartment. Brandon tried to lower his hand to her perfectly round ass, but she gently guided it away.

Brandon unlocked the door and waved the gorgeous redhead in. “Ladies first!” Tiffany walked in casually and tossed her purse onto the couch. Brandon followed her inside.

As soon as she heard the door close, Tiffany turned around. “On your knees.”

“What?” said Brandon.

The redhead put a finger to his lips. “Don't talk. Just drop to your knees.”

Brandon's pride waged war against his libido as he tried to decide if he liked being told what to do like that. Then Tiffany looked down at her tremendous cleavage and thrust out her chest. The combined actions made it impossible for him not to look at her incredible chest also, which instantly made his knees buckle. Without consciously making the decision, he was kneeling in front of her.

Tiffany reached behind her and undid a couple of buttons. She pulled the green dress off her shoulders and it fell to the floor. Her tremendous breasts rested snugly in an impossibly small green bra. Matching green panties covered her twat, leaving only her high heals to complete the remains of her outfit.

“Mmmmuuuhhhhgg...” said Brandon with dull eyes.

“Are you ready? Asked Tiffany.

Brandon nodded.

“Good boy.”