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.
I moved round behind Mitzi until the light of the table lamp shone through her skirt. Her legs were outlined clearly, long, long legs, slim as far as the knees and then swelling into thighs I couldn't wait to get my face between. All the way up I could see them, right to the top, not joining but spaced a little apart for the bulge of her twat.
I knelt down behind Mitzi and slid my hands up one leg, up inside her skirt, one hand on the inside of her thigh. Mitzi spread her feet to open her thighs, and the bulge of her twat was clearer. I let my hand wander up the inside of her thigh, thrilling to the sensation of groping inside the clothes of a manacled slave. My hand slid unobstructed to the very top. I was disappointed to find she was wearing panties, but then I thought of the pleasure in store as I pulled them down over her ass. So I contented myself with pressing one hand into the warm moistness of her crotch and sliding the other hand round to the front to press a finger against her clit.
"Time up!" I said, and separated the guys from their lollipops. I fumbled with the fastening of Mitzi's skirt, and finally unzipped it. Her waist was so small the skirt wouldn't drop by itself, so I got to my knees again---only this time in front of her---and gently pulled at the hem. The skirt came down almost reluctantly till it was a pool at her feet, and the thighs I'd seen in outline were naked in front of me. Level with my eyes was the crotch of her panties, the skimpy kind I'd only seen in porno movies, practically a G-string running high up to her hips. I expected to see wisps of pubic hair straggling out from behind the material, but only the slit of her cunt was hidden and practically all of her pubic mound was naked, so I guessed she must have shaved herself. Pity! I would have liked to shave her myself.
I held her thighs, and turned her till she had her back to me. Close to my eyes was that monumental ass, two beautiful naked globes with a deep cleft between where the string of her G-string cut in. I clutched her thighs, with my fingers probing beneath the material at the front, and pressed her to me, my face thrust into the soft warmth of that cleft. My fingers probed under the G-string, one finding the button of her clitoris and the other slipping into the hot wet hole between her thighs.
I was going to move round to the front, but the guys were already there, groping and fondling and sucking and exploring. Mitzi's pussy was already drooling, her cunt juice soaking my fingers, and for a moment I stopped to imagine the sexual agonies of pleasure she must be experiencing with three pairs of hands and three mouths doing the most exciting things to the most intimate parts of her body. I tried to imagine myself tied up at the mercy of three babes, and wished I'd let her win the toss.
"Move back," I told the guys, and turned Mitzi to face me. She was only inches from my face, and her G-string seemed even skimpier than it had when I pulled down her skirt. The crotch was pulled to one side, cutting into her groin and pulling open one of her cunt-lips. She'd done a good job of shaving herself. Every part of her twat was naked, her mound smooth and sun-tanned, her lips pouting like petals and the inside of her vulva showing pink and soft. And the tell-tale nectar was oozing from the center of that delectable flower.
I wanted to look at Mitzi's face, to see what all this attention was doing to her. But I wanted even more to haul down those panties until she was stark staring naked, tied up at our mercy. Slowly I pulled them down. They were tight fitting, and reluctant to stretch over those bulging cheeks. But I got them down to her thighs, and drew them slowly down, and off her feet so that she could open her legs again. And she certainly wasn't reluctant to do that. The guys were straining to move in, but after all she was my slave. I stared at the soft nakedness of her crotch, the bulging mound of Venus, the clitoris that was protruding all by itself and telling me how excited she must be, the parted lips that beckoned mine, the drooling hole that was most certainly going to be filled with a piece of hot meat before too long.
Holding her firmly by her cheeks, I pressed my mouth to the center of the flower, forcing the petals apart and probing as deep as I could inside. I could feel her cunt muscles throbbing, trying to grip my tongue as she pressed her crotch into my face. I wondered how big her clit was, so I withdrew from her cunt and took the little bud into my mouth. It was big enough to suck, like a little nipple, and as I diddled it with my tongue I was sure I could feel it throbbing with the onset of an orgasm.
Mitzi's belly was heaving and her thighs were as wide as she could get them. I guessed she must be just about cumming. I was nearly there myself, but I was determined not to waste an orgasm by cumming in my pants. And I wasn't about to waste the great hard-on that Mitzi was causing and the load of jism building up in my testicles. They were reserved for the depths of Mitzi's vagina.
The deep cleft between Mitzi's cheeks seemed to draw my fingers into it. One finger found the entrance to her anus and slipped easily inside, probing in and out in a miniature fuck. With my other hand I opened her cunt-lips wider and slid in first one and then two fingers. Above my head I was aware of four hands as busy as ever, and above the slurping sounds of two mouths sucking at two willing nipples I could hear the moans and gasps of Mitzi's orgasm.
