She was incredibly voluptuous, and obviously dressed to be a prick-teaser---a Barbie Doll, with a Barbie Doll hairdo and long eyelashes and a luscious mouth just made for eating, a ninety-nine G bust that threatened to bust out of a super tight blue nylon blouse, a tight waist, slim hips, an ass that the palms of my hands itched to grab hold of and a pair of tantalizing thighs that showed through a practically transparent skirt.
She teased my prick alright. And so did her proposal. "Heads you'll be my slave, tails I'll be yours," she announced. Depended what she meant by slave. I wasn't into doing the dishes or cleaning the carpet. But then neither was she, to judge by the look in her eyes or the length of her finger nails. Seemed to me I couldn't lose. If she won, as far as I was concerned she could walk all over me, sit on my face, command me to do to her whatever vile filthy things she wanted, and I'd have no beef.
But I had to get it straight. "Let's get a few things straight," I suggested. "What do you mean by slave?"
"If I win, I can do anything I like to you, or make you do anything I want to me." She'd certainly got it all thought out. "Except for hurting each other, of course. And we stay here in my apartment."
"And if I win?"
"We go to your place, and you're my master. For six hours."
I wasn't so sure I'd survive six hours. What I had in mind for her, neither would she.
"I'm on," I said. "You toss."
I wasn't sure who I wanted to win. I'd happily do anything to her she asked me to. And she could handcuff me and rape me if that was her bag. On the other hand there were all sorts of things I'd like to do to her!
I won!!! I took her back to my pad, and called up Jeff and Rudy. "Come over here, I've got something you should see." They only lived down the hall, so they arrived together. "This is Mitzi," I told them. "She's my slave. Got any ideas?"
"Sure like to see if those knockers are real," Jeff said.
"You heard the man," I told her. "We'll have to peel you."
Mitzi was willing. But she needed help. And I'd been dreaming up ideas on the way home. I got some rope out of the storage room and threw it over the rafter that crossed the living room. I fastened her wrists to one end, and hauled down till she stood with her arms straight up in the air. If her boobs had threatened to bust out of her blouse before, they were almost a lethal weapon now.
I had to unhook the blouse down the back, and none too soon because those hooks were about to pop by themselves. I drew the blouse up and over her head, and then I was gasping and the boys were whistling.
I expected one of those reinforced, armor plated double D cup things you see in the Sears catalog to hold those beauties in place. But what she wore was a flimsy blue thing with lace trimming that barely covered her nipples. It didn't look strong enough to hold a jello in place. But obviously it didn't need to be. Those tits were holding themselves up---and out---and threatening to burst right out of her brassiere. I figured she'd needed the blouse to hold the whole lot in check.
"The bra fastens at the front," Mitzi said helpfully.
Well, relieving a girl of her bra was one of my favorite pastimes. It was stretched so tight and the cups were pushed out so far, I could have got my whole fist inside her cleavage. I undid the fastener and damn nearly had to jump clear. The two halves of the bra flew apart, and those two creamy globes were thrusting out toward me, firm and upstanding and quivering with expectation.
I'd heard of tip-tilted breasts, but I'd never seen any. These tits were perfectly round, but the nipples projected slightly upward so the impression was of breasts that pointed up toward my face. The nipples were red, and large enough for a fella to get his teeth around. And surrounding those raspberries were perfect circles of pinky brown that called loudly to my mouth. Mitzi drew a deep breath, and the golden globes quivered and lifted and thrust even further toward my mouth. With a growl I grabbed the undersides with my two hands, and fastened my mouth round one protruberence, sucking the whole aureole into my mouth and nibbling the nipple between my teeth.
"Hey, what about us?" Jeff complained. Reluctantly I gave up sucking and let them move in. I'd hardly let go before their hands were all over her and their mouths were latched on to her nipples like puppies to a bitch.