Choose Your Own Adventure (but make it slutty) [Part 4]
What will happen? It's literally up to you...
He looked up at me from his position on the couch, his facial expression somewhere between fear and confusion. “W…what do you mean?”
Even with my body on display and his cock bulging against his pants, he was trying to be a gentleman–the exact kind of behavior that lit up the sequence of neurons in my brain that made me want to use him.
“Don’t you understand, sweetie?” I asked, taking a step toward him. “I can show you, if you like? Give me your hands.”
“Like this?” he asked, holding out his arms with his palms facing upward, looking up at me with hopeful eyes, his arms outstretched as if he were begging for something.
I smiled. The begging would come later.
“That’s it,” I said, taking him by the wrist and rotating his hands ninety degrees, placing them on my hips. “There. How does that feel?”
He nodded, licking his lips. “It feels good. Your skin is so soft.”
“Mmm-hmm,” I agreed, swaying my hips slightly, letting him feel the way my ass bulged, his fingertips reaching around and pressing into the soft flesh there. His head was almost completely obscured by my breasts. “Lie down.”
“Here?” he asked.
“Right here,” I said, my hands still wrapped around his wrist.
He looked confused for a moment, then understanding dawned on his face–I was in control now, and he was willing to go along for the ride. He swallowed hard and did as I asked, stretching out on the couch, his act of acquiescence making my pussy ache. His eyes never left my body as he settled onto his back.
I stepped up onto the couch and stood over him, my legs on either side of his head. The position made my big breasts look even larger from his perspective, the red triangles of fabric barely containing them. My nipples were hard and visible through the thin material.
“Are you comfortable?” I asked, my voice sweet.
He nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed again.
“Good.” I hooked my thumbs into the strings of my panties and slowly worked them down over my hips. The red bows at my sides came undone easily, and the silk slid down my legs to pool around my ankles. I stepped out of them, leaving my smooth pussy completely exposed to his view.
“Fuck,” he whispered, his eyes fixed between my legs.
“Shhh,” I said, smiling. “Save your tongue…”
