“Ready, big boy?” is my breathless query. “I promise, you’ll never forget tonight.”
Slowly, I bend over, my legs spread apart. I know what the evil man must see. My heart-shaped ass rises in the air, big and white, and as I lean over further, my pink slit comes into view, gleaming and wet.
“Mmmm,” I moan, running my hands up and down my curvy thighs. “Do you like what you see, big boy?” By now, Simon’s about to lose it. He’s red-faced and sweaty, his eyes glued to the space between my thighs. Giggling again, I reach both hands behind my back and grab a big buttock in my palms before pulling that meaty flesh apart, baring everything to him.
“This is all for you,” I whisper breathily. “All of it, Simon. I can’t wait to feel you inside.”
But I didn’t get to be a professional without accessing the bad girl within. While he pants with anticipation, I wriggle my hips again and then bring the gold chain up to my pussy hole. Never breaking eye contact with him, I begin to insert it into my depths, moaning as penetration is made.
“Oooh god,” I cry out. “That feels so good!”
Simon’s tearing at his clothes now, so eager to get into me. Oh shit, I need to work faster! My plan is going off the rails if he takes his clothes off now! Quickly, my eyes pop open and with the chain only half-inserted, I gesture to him.
“Come pull this necklace out of me Simon, and then put your big cock inside.”
The man leaps into action. He literally stumbles across the room with his pants around his knees, so eager to sample my tender insides. He stops right in back of me, those green eyes fixated on the chain dangling from my pussy and that’s when I seize the moment. I lean forward, ostensibly to open up even more for him, but my hand slips down, and quick as a mouse, I reach into his pocket, grab the keys, and toss them to Justin.
Immediately, my boyfriend springs into action. The door to the cage is open in a flash and he bursts forward with anger.
“Get your dirty fucking hands off of my girlfriend!” Justin rages as he tackles Simon. Simon looks up, surprise and horror on his face, resembling a boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. But it’s too late. In a moment, the two men are sprawled on the floor in a tangle of limbs.
“Fuck you!” Justin shouts. “Get your dirty paws off her!”
Simon appears to be athletic, but he’s hopelessly tangled in his semi-undone clothes. He tries to kick at Justin but it’s useless because he’s got his trousers half-on. Then, Justin decks him in this face, causing his head to snap backwards as Simon screams.
“Owwww! Marley, you stupid whore! You know him? You have no idea what you just did!”
He struggles on the ground and manages to get his shirt off. That frees his arms and the two men fight brutally for what seems like forever.
“Justin!” I cry. “We need to get out of here!”
But the tide has turned and now Simon’s got Justin on his back and is punching my boyfriend in the face. I have to do something! I kick off my heels, and whip one at the back of Simon’s head. He’s not even fazed. He merely looks up, and then as fast as a snake, one big hand reaches out and grabs me by the neck. It hurts and I’m scared, but it’s enough time to let Justin scramble up and grab a large gold lamp from a nearby table.
THWACK!
Justin’s thumps the lamp on Simon’s head and because it’s so heavy, the criminal’s knocked out. His eyes cross and he wavers a bit, before slumping to the floor in a puddle.
Then my boyfriend grabs my hand.
“Come on, we have to go,” he grunts while grabbing the keys off the floor. “We’ll take his car.”
But I tug him back.
“Wait! There are guards outside the door. We can’t just walk out of here!” I say in a panic. But then I have an idea.
I hurry to the front door alone, slipping into my high heels once more. Then I open the front door and edge out into the hallway with the guards, leaving the door open just a crack.
“Hello boys,” I say a seductive voice. “Simon thinks you two are doing a wonderful job. He wants to reward you for your loyalty, and thought sharing me would be the best way.” I run my hand through my curls as I talk, letting my fingers slip through the hair before finding their way to my breast. My fingers gently draw circles around my tit, causing the nipple to grow hard. I’ve never used my body quite like this before, but it works because the men are riveted, their eyes locked on my nude body as they lick their lips.