Atlantis Ch. 02

After a while of this, however, she stopped him, pushing him gently out of her soft, pale bosom.

"Now it's time for you to show me how good you are at giving head."

She slipped off her chemise, tossed her bra to the side, and got on her hands and knees on the bed. She was facing away from him, though, and he got an amazing view of her big, juicy ass, clad only in a lacy, pale pink thong.

"Pull my panties down," she said, not looking back at him. "And put your mouth to work."

He was more than happy to oblige.

He practically lunged at her, burying his face in her ass, and sliding her thong down to her knees. As soon as he could see her wet pussy, he brought his tongue to it, giving it a long, hard licking. While his hands finished removing her thong, his tongue lashed at her nethers faster and faster. Lady Christina was no less vocal than he was while getting head, and hollered out her pleasure with every movement of his mouth on her. When his hands were free, he squeezed her ass against his face, drowning himself in the feeling of her tender white skin. Tasting her sweet juices just made him hotter and hotter for her. Christina moaned louder than ever when he sucked on her clit, and reached back to grab a fistful of his messy, dirty blond hair in one hand as he sucked.

"Get inside my pussy," she gasped. "Make me come with that dick of yours."

Evan got up onto the bed properly, cock in his hand. Christina reached back and spread her ass cheeks to let him see where he was aiming, and Evan pushed it perfectly inside her sopping wet sex. Slowly he pumped his hips against her at first, and then faster and faster. Christina remained on all fours while Evan took her from behind, pounding hard into her hot body. The way her fleshy backside jiggled as it smacked against his thrusting pelvis drove him crazy. For her part, Christina's own moans of pleasure got more and more enthusiastic, and Evan followed her signals, driving as deep into her as he could, and digging his fingers into her perfect ass.

"Oh fuck!" she screamed, and let out a high-pitched, wordless, breathy cry as Evan felt her tighten around him. It was all he could do not to come with her in that moment, but he held out, bucking his hips against her steadily as her orgasm continued, and then faded.

When it was done, she pushed him gently back out of her, and then rolled over on to her back and cupped her breasts as best she could in her hands. "I know you're about to come any second, sweetie, so why don't you come on these?"

Evan didn't need telling twice. "Yes, milady," he said, and straddled her chest. Christina squeezed her enormous jugs around his dick, and it almost disappeared under their voluptuousness. He pumped his cock up through her cleavage, and she slid her tits up and down along his shaft, and my God what a feeling!

"Have you ever done this before, Evan? Fucked a girl's titties?"

Evan managed to nod through his moans. "None of them ever felt nearly as good as yours, though, milady."

"Good answer, boy." Christina smiled, biting her lower lip sexily, bringing him just that much closer to orgasm. "Oh, you like fucking these breasts, don't you?"

Evan groaned again. Christina clearly knew the dirty talk was doing things for him.

"Tell me what you want, baby. Be dirty with me. Tell me what you want."

"I want," he said, finding speaking difficult between his labored

breathing, "to explode... all over your huge..."

"My huge jugs?" Christina offered teasingly, seductively. Evan groaned and she kept going, her moaning provocations becoming breathier and more enthusiastic with each word. "My huge melons? My huge knockers? My huge rack?"

With a bellow, he came, shooting a long stream of semen up through her cleavage, spraying on the tops of her breasts and her throat.

Breathing harder than he ever had in his life, he rolled over onto his back at Christina's side. In the corner of his eye, he could see Christina tracing a finger lazily around through his semen on her chest. She dipped it into her mouth and sucked the come off with (what looked like, at this angle) a look of supreme satisfaction.

After a second, she spoke. "Good work, boy. Thank you for your help. You can go now."

It wasn't unfriendly or cold, but it was a surprisingly quick turn into formality. He didn't really expect much different, when he thought about it. He gave her what she wanted, and she was done. Evan got re-dressed while Christina lounged back in her bed. It was only at this point that he realized Suranne had been in the room for... the whole time? He hadn't noticed her come or go, but there she was, expression as unreadable as ever.

Evan turned to Lady Christina, unsure of what the protocol for this kind of situation would be.

So he settled a small bow, and a "Good evening, milady," and let Suranne show him out of the room.