Just tried out this little roleplay with the fella... he seemed unbothered by the cheap pretense, so I hope you don't mind either.
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Knock knock knock.
Who the hell was at my door, on a Sunday no less? Some salesman, probably, trying to catch people when they're actually at home, when people are just trying to relax. Like frigging telemarketers who call during dinner, its completely reprehensible. I realize that everyone has to make a living, but really, come on!
I could pretend that I wasn't home, like when Mormons came to the door, because damn, those fuckers were persistent. But I wanted to give this guy a piece of my mind. I had just decided on the right amount of profanity to use (less if the guy was bigger than me, more if he wasn't) when I reached the door and pulled it open.
In front of me was one of the hottest women I had ever seen. I mean, really, I watch a fair amount of porn, but this woman... I felt my dick stir, just from looking at her. She was short, she barely came up to my shoulder so she must have been a little over five feet tall. She wasn't small though-she was stacked. Her tits were huge! Bigger than Kate Upton, a favorite of mine. More like that girl, on that show, Mad Men? The redhead. This one was a redhead too, dark though, and curly, halfway down her back.
She clutched a folder to her chest. Her arms pressed together, her tits were pressed up nearly towards her chin. God, they were beautiful. I was fairly confident they were natural; they had a softness to them I knew would feel amazing next to my face... on my lips... under my tongue.
And she was smiling at me, seductive and innocent at the same time. I don't know how she was doing it. Her big hazel eyes looked at me, expectantly. Was she waiting for me to say something?
"Can I... help you?" I stammered. What the fuck, I was tongue-tied? Was I 16?
"I hope so," she said. "My name is Samantha. Could I interest you in a pair of pants?"
"Umm... what?"
Her smile broadened as she looked me up and down. Was she checking me out?
"A pair of pants, tailored directly to your own unique... specifications," she emphasized, again, looking me up and down. "May I come in?"
I could do nothing but nod and point the way to the living room. She walked past me, smiling slyly. She was wearing a short blue dress, the waist of it directly under her massive chest. That was a dress clearly not tailored for her though, it appeared as her tits were liable to spill out at any moment. Not that I was complaining.
Sitting on the table, Samantha placed her folder on the table and removed a measuring tape from a pocket in her dress. She didn't even wait for me to sit down before she started her sales pitch. "You know, tailored wardrobes are more affordable and common than you might think. In Vietnam, you can get a whole suit made in a day for less than 100 dollars." She looked up at me expectantly.
"Look, I don't know what you're really doing here-"
"Just let me measure you, at least," she said, cutting me off. She held up the tape measure. "It won't hurt a bit, I promise." She didn't even wait for a response before she dropped to her knees in front of me. I had a clear shot down the top of her dress, down into her amazing cleavage. Samantha's face was level even with my dick, and I'm sure, professional that she was, she could tell that there was some activity going on.
She must have, because she winked as she said, "First, I'll measure your inseam." She ran the tape from the bottom of my pant leg up to the top. As she reached the top, I know she saw, if not felt, my hard dick pressing against the fabric of my pants. I didn't even have time to feel abashed before Samantha rubbed her hand up and down the length of my cock. Slightly chiding, she said, "You know, this is going to interfere with the accuracy of the measurements."
"Oh?" is all I could manage to say.
"Oh, yes. It should be dealt with." And with that, she drew down my zipper, reached in, and deftly removed my dick. I didn't even have time to be shocked. I decided just to go with it.
She started by gently kissing my dick, softly and wetly. Soft little kisses that made me harder than I thought possible. She held dick lightly as well, trailing kisses up one side and down the other; her kisses were so sweet. After coating my dick in tiny, sweet kisses, Samantha kicked it up a notch, her sweet kisses turned into sexy, open mouth fondlings. Her tongue swirled out between her lips to lovingly stroke my dick. Little moans escaped her mouth as Samantha, there was no better word for it, made out with my dick. She gave my cock this loving treatment, up and down the shaft, teasingly brief around my head. This was a girl who definitely loved having a cock in her mouth... well, it wasn't in her mouth yet, I thought.
As if she could read my mind, Samantha trailed her kisses down to the base of my cock. She stuck out tongue, traced it along the underside of my cock, tickling and teasing up to the very tip. It was there that she opened her mouth and swallowed my cock.
When I say swallowed, that's exactly what I mean. Already damp from her kisses, it slide easily into her mouth, over her tongue, until it hit the back of her throat. I moaned appreciatively, which she returned heartily, excitedly. She slide her lips up and down the length of my cock, letting me feel the warmth and softness of her mouth, feel her tongue tickling and rubbing. Her hand slide down to gentle rub my balls. I don't know how she knew that I liked that, but I did, so much. It made me even harder in her mouth. I knew she felt it, because she sucked me even harder.
I grabbed the back of her head to guide her mouth along my cock, not that she needed to help. I just liked to give her a little push. She moaned around my cock, excited as she felt the pressure on the back of her head. I worked her mouth on my cock, holding her against me as she gagged, as she tried to pull back for a breath. I held her against me for a moment, before I released the pressure and allowed her to pull off. She looked up at me, eyes watering, gasping. Waiting for my next instruction. So, she like a bossy guy. I could do that.
I clenched my hand, gripping her hair between my fingers. I pulled her up to face me, tilted her head up to face me, and kissed her. I kissed her hard, my lips mashing into hers, my tongue sliding into her mouth. She fell against me. Her tits pressed against my chest. I slide my other down her back to cup her ass. Very nice ass, just enough to squeeze, which I did, hard. She whimpered a bit as my fingers dug into her flesh. I pulled her back from my body, from our kiss.
I used both hands to slide the sleeves of her chest from her shoulders. I reached in and pulled her tits out, which really wasn't all that difficult, considering they were near to the point of bursting out anyway. My god, they were fantastic... and definitely real, now that I hand my hands around them. They were heavy, firm and soft in my hands. Her areolas were large, but a pale, soft pink. They blended in with the color of her skin, growing organically from her pale whiteness. Her nipples, thought were dark pink. I gave each one a gentle tweak and grabbed each tit full in my hands. I couldn't even come close to containing the whole mass; each one was more than a handful, and thank god for that. I loved to see them jump and bounce as I fucked her.