"I hung it in the bathroom for you. I think you'll like it." Marvin explained.
Tracy was a bit confused. I mean look at this body, huge D-sized breasts, no flabby stomach, a bonafide PAWG booty, long legs, plus a gorgeous face with plump lips. Did he really need more incentive to get a woody? She thought. Feeling a bit insulted by Marvin's request, she also bore in mind that it was his dime, I mean five-hundred dollars isn't cheap and if a little dress-up was all he was asking, then who was she to judge?
Relaxing her shoulders and gathering her thoughts, Tracy agreed. "Okay, Marvy. I'll get changed."
Opening the door and flicking the light, Tracy groaned in detest, hanging from the shower rod was a sparkling, strapless red gown, accompanied with arm-length purple gloves and a luxuriously styled, red haired wig with long locks. Pointing her finger in the air with a puzzled look, Tracy snickered, "Jessica-fucking-Rabbit?"
Stifling her laughter, Tracy undressed and inspected the garment, "Where does he even get this shit?" She wondered. While the ensemble looked foolish, she couldn't deny the quality of the outfit. It seemed well-made, not cheap and slipping the dress on, she was quite surprised with how well it fit her form, a little tight, but nothing too bad. Once she wriggled her hips into the fabric and managed to situate her boobs in the tight gown, Tracy was surprisingly pleased.
She admired the plunging neckline and the slit really complimented her thick gams. Adding the wig and the gloves made the outfit really pop and Tracy even struck a pose in the mirror before doing a turn around, noticing how great her ass looked in the outfit. "Fuck, mama just might keep this gown." Tracy coyly spoke into the mirror. Peering down, she found a tube of lipstick, sitting on the basin with a note underneath. The note read, "Wouldn't be complete without this!"
Tracy was feeling it by now and enthusiastically applied the lipstick. Dark red with glitter, her plump lips made her look seductive and Tracy gave a few test pucks in the mirror, giggling at herself. As Tracy exited the bathroom, she began strutting a little toward the door, this was beginning to be fun for her, getting into character and pantomiming Jessica's iconic walk, like Tracy herself was making a grand entrance on the show. Approaching the door, Tracy turned her back and with a jut, her booty smacked the door and opened it. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Marvin sitting in his gaming chair, his eyes wide with utter shock.
Staying in character, Tracy turned to Marvin, resting her left hand on her hip, flicking her red hair over her right shoulder, covering the side of her face and giving him a toothy grin. "Well hello, Roger." Tracy greeted him, In a deep, sultry voice. Marvin's grin turned into a dorky-smile and he watched intently. Tracy began strutting toward him, batting her eyelashes and smooching her lips. It had been ages since she had seen 'Who Framed Roger Rabbit' but she remembers a line or two. Crossing her arms and accentuating her magnificent bust, "I'm not bad, I'm just drawn that way." She fake pouted.
Marvin's eyes were locked on her cleavage and he was beginning to rub his stiffening cock, which Tracy immediately noticed. Slowly getting on all fours, Tracy began to walk toward Marvin on her hands and knees, her ample breasts hanging down, giving Marvin a spectacular view of her tits. When Tracy made her way over to Marvin, she slid her gloved-hands up his legs, then his thighs, her hand grazing over his engorged cock resting on his thigh and Marvin recoiled in his chair from the brush.
Seeing his reaction, Tracy breathed deep through her teeth, 'Oh Roger, baby. You're so tense! Tell mama what's the matter." Tracy pleaded, licking her tongue across her lips. Marvin writhed in his chair, his cock was achingly trying to spring free from his pants, "Trac-," He started.
"Nuh-uh-uh, baby. You call me some other harlot's name and I'll just leave you here." Tracy snidely replied.
"Uh, Jessica. Ple-, please help me. I-," Marvin tried saying, then just gestured to his swollen crotch.
"Oh baby, let mama help you." Tracy spoke to him in babytalk. Pulling his zipper down, she began fighting with the button. Damn, this button is under a lot of stress, Tracy uttered while tugging, eventually getting it open and helping Marvin get his pants off. His cock was comically jutting out from under his tighty-whiteys. Boy, you need boxers, these tighty-whiteys aren't meant for boys your age, Tracy laughed to herself. Yanking his underwear down, Marvin's cock sprung up, finally free of its jean-made prison.
Swollen and pulsating, Tracy's eyes almost went cross as she looked upon his wonderful trouser-snake. Immediately feeling that familiar, warm rush, her heart rate quickening and saliva flooding her mouth. What was the deal with his cock? Why did it make her feel so slutty? Why was it every time her eyes locked onto it, her mind told her to drool, lick and suck. Wrapping her gloved-hand around the base of his cock, she felt a little disappointed that she was denied the feeling of it in her hand. Slowly, she began stroking it.
Marvin stared deep into her eyes, moaning in pleasure. Keeping eye contact, Tracy puckered her lips and leaned forward, giving the head of his dick a long smooch; leaving red lipstick on it. "So Roger, what do you want mama to do with this big carrot?" Tracy beckoned, rubbing her nipple through the gown; her eyes lustful.
Marvin leaned up and reached his hands out and started groping her big tits, Tracy wailed in excitement by his touch. Tugging the gown and jiggling her boobs, they popped free; spilling out. Marvin played with her nipples, pinching between his fingers and thumbs, Tracy threw her head back and exhaled deeply. Leaning back in his chair, Marvin grabbed his cock and started smacking it against Tracy's fat tits, rubbing underneath them and groping with his free hand.
He then grabbed Tracy by her shoulders and pulled her closer, placing his cock between her boobs and sliding it up and down. "Oh, is that how you want mama to please your carrot?" Tracy whispered. Since Marvin was at his gaming station, he had tissues and a bottle of lotion sitting nearby. Grabbing the lotion, Tracy squirted a few dollops in hand and worked it along Marvin's shaft, then added a few squirts on her tits and between them, rubbing it all in; her chest sheened with wetness.
Placing a hand under each breast, Tracy leaned forward and clamped her D-cup boobs around Marvin's throbbing cock and started working her way up and down. Marvin moaned and sunk deeper into his chair, stretching his legs out further so Tracy could have more room to work. Tracy was eagerly fucking his cock with her mommy melons, the feeling of his rock-hard cock against her chest was making her insanely horny. Marvin's cock was so girthy, but her extra big tits kept it from escaping the canyons it was exploring.
If Marvin was making any noise, Tracy wouldn't know over her deep breathed cries of pleasure, "Ooh, Ahh!" She moaned. With each thrust, there was a 'squelch' sound as Tracy raised up enough for Marvin's cockhead to disappear between her tits and pop out of her cleavage with each down thrust. Taking a deep breath and trying to stay focused, Marvin watched as his goddess pleased him. With their eyes locked, Tracy continued her best impression of Jessica. Puckering her lips and sighing in a seductive manner.
"Poor Roger," She pouted. "Night after night, sitting alone, working this big carrot. Just wishing mama could help him out." Marvin nodded; his eyes fluttering. "Don't worry, mama's here, baby. Let it all out for me. Cum on these big titties, give mama a big load."
Tracy could his cock surging and quickened her rhythm, "That's it, cum for mama. Cover her titties!" Marvin shrieked and a blast of cum erupted into the air, landing on Tracy's right tit, followed by a voluminous amount of cum dripping from his cockhead, down his cock and disappearing in Tracy's cleavage. Marvin's legs shook and slumped in his chair, like he was asleep.
Tracy remained there on the floor; on her knees. Cum running down the dress, eyeing Marvin. "Marvy? You alright?" Marvin remained slumped in his chair, a wide smile on his face.
"Damn, coming that much, must knock the little guy out." Tracy said.
