Lush Life Milanas Lingerie

Late August, 2017, Los Angeles, California.

"I don't think this is going to be what you think it is." I explained to a slightly annoyed Milana Vayntrub.

"Oh c'mon! I'm not trying to show myself off." Milana mumbled through a mouthful of free shrimp. We were invited to an investors meeting in downtown Los Angeles and I was of course reluctant to go. I was talked into coming by Milana a few days before and now we were looming over the snack bar and blatantly staying away from the rest of the crowd.

"Milana, I don't mean to be... crass, but you're... y'know." I made an hourglass outline with my hands. Milana hid her smile with her hand. Milana wore a simple, conservative black dress with short sleeves and matching black heel boots. Despite her outfit not being intentionally showy, I was very aware of her natural compact curvature. It was impossible not to. Her hair was chopped up in a wild and wavy bob with bangs above her eyebrows that accentuated her cute doe eyes.

"Listen," Milana swallowed. "It's lingerie made by women for women. It's not about sex."

"It literally is. Lingerie and garter belts are for romantic candlelight evenings."

"Those are not inherently sexual." Milana lied. I stifled a laugh.

"Yes they are. Let's say you... someone got ready for a nice date and decided to throw on a little dress over some lingerie." I said.

"Yeah."

"The entire point of the date is for the man to see what's underneath the dress. The only reason you, this person, would be removing the dress is because the date went well."

"I'm aware."

"Sooo... It's about sex. Seeing your body, erm, I mean seeing that person's body is sort of the prize. The allure. The end point."

"Hm, seems like you'd like a little show." Milana smirked.

"I was just giving an example."

"Well I was going to run some ads. Really get this thing off the ground, but I obviously don't make nearly as much money as you."

"So you need me to fund this operation?"

"Yes. I'd also like for your direct input. Besides what you just explained of course."

"Pictures?"

"Sure, sure. I was thinking of more of a... hands on sort of thing." Milana said. Her smile was subtle but I knew where this was leading.

"Hands on? So the lingerie has been made?"

"Yes. I have the prototypes."

"What's the pull aside from all those people that already fantasize about you when you're in a sweater and khakis? I'm almost certain a majority of those people are men."

"That's... That's not the point. Well, it is. Listen, I understand sex appeal, alright? When I'm working for AT&T I'm not the eye candy. It's for goddamn phones. I'm not supposed to be the eye candy anyway, but what happened, happened. I had a conversation with some of my girlfriends and I was told to lean into it. Give the people what they want. Now I need money and a man's perspective." Milana explained, crossing her arms over her chest.

I didn't really know what to think. I also didn't know if she expected me to not want to ravage her in a sexy underwear set.

"So when is all this gonna happen? At my house or yours?" I asked.

"So you're in?"

"Yes."

"Thank you!"

"But let's say I don't like it. Then what?"

"Then I'll scrap it. I'm an actor." Milana said with a ridiculous posh accent.

"Also, you can come to my house. I don't feel like driving to wherever the hell your house is out in the sticks." Milana smiled.

"I don't live in the sticks."

"You don't live amongst others."

"It's for privacy."

"Sure..." Milana swatted my shoulder playfully before looking around the room. Crowds of people in fancy dresses and tuxedos were talking amongst themselves, a sea of jumbled chatter and fake laughs.

"Y'know... The prototypes are in my car. We can leave now." Milana said.

"Why'd you leave them in the car? Isn't it precious material?"

"Nope. Right now it's stuff my friend and I put together. Not the fancy-shmancy stuff." Milana laughed.

"Can we really just leave?"

"Yes. Watch." Milana grabbed my hand and we both sauntered off towards the hallway at the end of the room. We took the elevator down to the parking garage and Milana clicked her keys to find where her car was. We both made our way to a red prius and packed ourselves inside.

"See. Nothing. It's just attendance. Say hi to one person and that's that." Milana explained as the car stuttered to life.

"Damn..." I laughed lightly.

"What?" Milana asked while pulling out of the parking space.

"Just thinking about the amount of time I could've saved in the past with these fucking parties if I'd known I could've just walked out whenever."

"Hey, If you just left whenever you wanted we would've never met." Milana gave me a fake pout when we got out of the parking garage.

"That's true." I met Milana at a similar Cali party a few months ago. I, just like everyone else, recognized her as Lily from the AT&T commercials. We sparked up a casual conversation to alleviate the boredom and from then on we've been friends. I know it seems hard to believe, but we are just friends. Friends drive other friends to their homes at 11PM to judge their burgeoning line of lingerie, right?

Right.

"Do you want me to give you a ride back here so you can get to your car? When we're done of course."

"You don't have to do that."

"Then how're you supposed to get back home?"

"I'll get an Uber to get back downtown."

"An Uber at this time of night? Oh sorry, I forgot you were the monopoly man." Milana joked.

"Funny." I said flatly.

"I mean... you could always stay over. Leave in the morning." Milana said softly. I gave her the best side eye I could muster.

"Don't- Not like that!" Milana blushed.

"Uh huh." I snorted.

"No. Not like that. I'm serious. If you give me the green light we can't. Even if you don't, we can't."

"Can't what?" I asked despite knowing exactly what she was talking about.

"You know." Milana said.

"I don't."

"Sex. Have sex." Milana finally spat as we turned into her neighborhood.

"Why? Not saying I don't... respect your wishes." I asked

"Two things. The moment you see me in the lingerie, we're officially business partners. If we were to have sex, someone would be abusing their power. Second, we're... well aren't you taken?" Milana asked.

"I'm not. My... girlfriend is out of town. The business thing doesn't make any sense. We're friends first, right?"

"Look Jason," Milana parked in her driveway and gently held my hand. "I know it seems... odd. But I told you I needed a male perspective. If I did this with my girlfriends it'll either get torn to shreds or I'll just get non-stop praise."

"That's fair." I said, clearing my throat. Milana gave me a small grin before exiting the car. We made our way inside her home and the first thing I noticed was the amount of space. She didn't have much furniture in her living room or kitchen. No plants or busts or anything. Really just the bare minimum. It was clean, just somewhat barren.

"This is it. I'll grab the box from the trunk. You go upstairs and once you get to the end of the hallway take a left. Sit on the bed and wait for me."

"How many are we going through?"

"I've got about four."

"Alright." I shrugged as I started up the first step.

"Hey, Jason? Thanks." Milana smiled at me.

"No problem." I smiled back. As I made my way upstairs I imagined how good Milana would look in a sleek lingerie set. I shook those thoughts from my head, knowing that right now I was her business partner.

Friends don't fuck each other. Business partners don't fuck business partners.

I sat on the edge of Milana's king-sized bed. I kicked my shoes off and removed my suit jacket, leaving me in a white dress shirt and jeans.

"You in there?" Milana asked with a knock at the door.

"Yup." I responded.

"Make yourself comfortable. I'll be a minute."

"Got it." I said.

"I'll knock when I'm ready, I need you to be honest." Milana said, her voice sounding like she didn't understand how good she looked with or without lingerie.

"Understood." I said.

I heard Milana step away from the door and into the bathroom across the hall. I thought about turning on the TV, but whatever was on at this time of night was nowhere near as important as helping Milana Vayntrub decide whether or not her homemade underwear would appeal to the mass market. After several minutes of waiting, Milana finally knocked at the door.

"Are you ready? This is the weakest one so don't judge super harshly." Milana said through the crack she'd made. Milana then opened the door all the way and revealed herself.

"Wow." I said bluntly.

"Thanks." Milana blushed. I could hardly catch my breath, lost in how... womanly she was. She wore a dark gray one-piece set with a plunging neckline and dense fabric that hid the good bits. Those thick, wide, child-bearing hips. The perfect curvature of her waist and ass. Those phenomenal breasts stood up high on her chest.

"What do you think?" Milana spun around.

Good lord.

"I think it looks great. That one will definitely work." I huffed with a dry mouth and a rapidly hardening cock.

"Thank you. But like I said, this one is a little more conservative."

"Conservative. Really?" I shrugged while pointing my head toward what looked like an endless expanse of delicious cleavage. Milana moved her arms slightly, causing her curves to jiggle erotically.

"I'll get the next one." Milana turned around and made her way back to the bathroom. I took a deep breath and tried to ease the tension my now fully erect cock was making against my inner thigh. I decided to remove the top buttons of my shirt, noticing the heat in the room was building up. Bullshit. Of course, the room wasn't getting hotter. Milana certainly was.

After another agonizing five minutes of me fighting my urge to furiously masturbate, Milana knocked at the door.

"Ready?"

"Yes." I said before she could even finish.

"This is a bikini instead of underwear." Milana explained as she opened the door. I barely registered the words she said when I saw her. A tight orange two-piece bikini hugged her like she was made for it. She technically was. The swells of her breasts were just begging to pop the nylon off her succulent skin. Her hips. God, those hips were just to die for.

"Hello? Earth to Jason!" Milana clapped.

"Huh?"

"What do you think?" Milana did another twirl.

"I..." I paused. I wanted to tell her what I really wanted to do. Then I realized this was only the second prototype. From how racy these two were, the only thing that could top them was her just coming in here naked.

"I... I like the colors..." I huffed while failing to keep my eyes off her tits.

"Hmm," Milana put a finger to her chin. "Are you hot?"

"What?"

"Like is it hot in here?" Milana asked, her eyes drifting towards my exposed chest.

"No... I just... wanted to get comfortable." I stammered. This was incredibly out of character for me. If we weren't business partners... you know.

"Ok. Let me know if you're too hot. I can adjust the temperature downstairs." Milana turned slowly and intentionally switched her ass as she left the room. She knew exactly what she was doing to me. She knew it and she loved it.

I swallowed hard and popped my pants down my legs slightly. I then tugged my desperate, rock-hard cock free from my underwear. It throbbed wildly and I gripped the base to give it some relief. I knew I had at least five minutes to give myself something. Anything. Especially if Milana planned on continuing to torture me.

Another knock. I quickly shoved my cock back into my underwear and pulled my pants up.

"Ready." I said.

Milana opened the door. This time she wore a similar baby blue plunge teddy but with a lace robe and see-through fabric over her breasts. More pulling and jiggling. More bouncing and jutting. More everything. More Milana.

"Do you... Do you think I could get a closer look?" I said while clearing my throat.

"Sure." Milana smiled as she clasped her hands together.

I stood up and failed to hide my erection. Milana noticed. There was no way she didn't. It was right there and moving. Milana spread her arms to give me the best view possible. My mouth watered at her fat tits just waiting to burst from the lace. They deserved to be held. Milana deserved to be touched.

"We should probably stress test these, y'know?" I said, my voice low. My hands were just an inch away from her bosom. Milana looked up at me with wide eyes. Her face was flushed red and she was biting her bottom lip.

"I... I think a stress test would suffice." Milana mumbled. I placed my hands right onto her tits, squeezing the tender flesh just enough to get a good feel.

"Mmh..." I heard Milana moan from the back of her throat.

"Just gotta... Just gotta make sure the fabric isn't flimsy..." I held the underside of her doughy tits in my palms before lifting them up. This was certainly a test. A test of who would break first.

"Yeah..." Milana nodded, this time failing to hide her moan.

"The allure... The allure is for this to come off... Not snap." I drooled. They were so heavy in my hands. Fat and heavy and soft. Perfect mounds of jiggling flesh.

"I... I should get the next one... I think this one's good..." Milana mumbled.

"Alright," I sighed and let go of her tits. They fell with a ridiculously sexy bounce. My cock pulsed. When Milana turned, her hand brushed against my crotch. She knew. She 100% knew. I figured she wouldn't mind if I got in my underwear.

I quickly stripped down to my briefs and socks, kicking my shirt and pants to the side. I returned to the bed and freed my cock again. Milana came back quicker than usual and this time she opened the door without warning.

"Shit!" I yelped. Milana's eyes went comically wide. I just barely got the underwear over my cock. I realized how pointless it was when she came into the room.

Egregious. Unacceptable.

Fucking hot. Hotter than hell.

Milana barely wore a cherry red mini V-string slingshot-styled bikini. A single line of fabric was barely, just barely covering her nipple. That thong gave me a glimpse of her shaven pussy while the strings dug into her delicious flesh. Nobody could wear this anywhere. This couldn't have been a part of the line. There was no way. Milana was no longer a business partner or a friend. Right now, with her staring at my cock and me staring at *all* of her, we were animals. Animals that needed to breed.

"I..." Milana mumbled. I stood up and pulled my underwear down my legs, leaving me completely nude. Milana walked towards me like my pulsing dick was a magnet. I watched her big, heavenly eyes shift from my throbbing erection to my face. The moment she was right in front of me I gripped her shoulders. I towered over her.

Then, without warning, I moved my hands from her shoulders and placed them under her armpits. I then threw her onto the bed with ease. Milana yelped and the thin strings over her shimmying breasts popped like nothing. Milana was on her side and I angled myself so my cock was at her lips and my upper body was towards her incredible ass.

"Ohmmmff..." Milana mumbled as she instantly shoved my cock into her mouth. Milana sucked me off with those perfect full lips of hers, making sure every spot she could cover was enraptured with her tongue. I moaned as my fingers drifted along the thong. I felt a damp spot. A huge damp spot. I slid the obstructing nylon to the side and urgently shoved my fingers inside her soaked folds.

"Mh-hm...Mff!" Milana moaned graciously around my pole. I stuff three fingers inside of her, rapidly flicking away and her wetness. I took my other hand to rub her ass, squeezing and kneading the doughy flesh with my powerful hand. Milana worked her head even faster as her soft, tiny hand gripped the base.

Her moans around my rigid cock were perfect. I dug my fingers deeper inside of her until my entire hand was coated in her juices. I then slipped away from her, causing her to reluctantly remove my cock from her mouth. Milana sat up straight.

Her body was like a Greek statue in the flesh. Begging eyes, sweet curves, wet lips, heaving breasts, and thick, wonderfully thick thighs. The way her glistening lips shone against the lights of her room sent chills down my spine. I stood up on my bed, my feet next to her legs. I grabbed Milana's head with both hands to tip it back. Milana opened her mouth wide, her tongue flat against her chin and bottom lip.

"Let's do this, partner..." I smirked devilishly.

"Guuahh..." Milana moaned as my downward dick filled her throat.

"Fuck..." I groaned. Milana took it all. My balls were resting against her chin as my throbbing cock stretched her surprisingly long throat. Milana wasn't even moving. Her eyes were wide open and yelling at me to bang her. I did exactly that. I moved her head back and forth as I lifted myself up and down, slamming myself into her eager gullet.

"GLAK! GLURK! GLURK!" Were the sounds bellowing from Milana's mouth. Spit popped up from her jaw and slathered my nuts. Her bouncing tits also received a solid, sexy helping of spit. I fucked Milana's face like it was a pussy. Milana's nostrils flared but her burning eyes were still locked onto me.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

"Shit..." I groaned. My full and heavy nuts constantly hitting her chin was for sure going to make me cum. I wasn't going to do that until my cock was wedged between her tits. I lowered myself and Milana's head so I slipped my messy dick from her lips horizontally.

"Haaah..." Milana mumbled, clearly cockdrunk and eager for more.

I reached down to cup her healthy and wet tits, squishing them together to make a pancake of buttery soft flesh.

"Go ahead... Partner..." Milana moaned and licked her bottom lip. I smiled and lined my cock up between her globes. Milana helped me by placing her hands on the side of them and enveloping my member in a land of delicate, creamy goodness.

"Jeeesus..." I moaned sharply as Milana pumped her tits up and down the length of my shaft.

"You like that?" Milana asked with a sexy purr.

"Hell yeah..."

"Goddamn pervert... This is all you want from me..." Milana laughed over the constant 'shlk shlk shlk' of my gummy cock slipping and sliding between her fleshy boobs.

"I mean... you knew what you were doing..." I moaned.

"I thought you wanted to support women..." Milana moaned back with an even heartier laugh that made her entire body quake against mine.

"I am... You clearly wanted this..." I smiled. Milana blew a raspberry and increased the pace of her tit-fuck. I felt it coming.

"Fuck..."

"Yeah... blow that load..." Milana urged before letting out her tongue to swipe at my sticky tip.

"Auuughh!" I groaned loudly as my cock pulsed and exploded between her warm blanket of breast meat. Ropes and ropes of warm cum splattered between her tits and hammered against her chin, neck, and collarbone. I spurted more than I could count since my vision went as white as my cum on the fourth shot.

When I came down from my euphoric bliss, Milana was giggling as she continued to squeeze her tits together around my girth. Milana then pulled herself off of me and fell to her back, admiring the bubbly mass of cum that built up in the crevices of her cleavage and neck.

"Alright, partner," Milana began as she slid off the bed and returned to her feet. I sat on my knees on the bed in order to recover, but I was still staring at Milana's sweaty body as she made her way towards her dresser. It was low enough for me to be able to see her upper back and sideboob in the reflection.

"If you've got the energy," Milana turned around so her ass was facing me. "Fuck me right here. Don't stop. Don't even think about stopping. Pull my hair, spank me, do whatever you want, but you absolutely have to make me cum. Understood?" Milana asked as she raised her left leg up in the air.