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By *ig1gaz1 OP Man
over a year ago
bradford |
It appeared that the answer was yes. Kurt came back into the room after a while and looked at her.
"Bra or panties?" he asked with a smile.
Dianne blanched. "Neither," she managed to say.
"Oh dear, you should have picked one," Kurt told her, moving closer.
Reaching around her, Kurt unclipped her bra, pulled the straps off her shoulders and lowered it, freeing her breasts.
Then, to her indignation, he took hold of her panties and pulled them down. A pat on the bottom and he was gone again.
Dianne stood there, silently fuming. At least, he couldn't take any more clothes off her. Hopefully he'd now leave her alone.
Hopes, she found, were raised just so that they could be smashed.
Kurt came wandering back and crossed over to her.
His hands came up and cupped her breasts.
Dianne twisted from side to side, trying to move away, uselessly.
Kurt stroked her breasts, tubbing her nipples and tugging them softly.
She gasped when he lowered his head and gently took a rosy tipped breast into his mouth, sucking gently.
Moving away from Dianne, Kurt admired the picture she made.
Both breasts were now pointedly tipped by little towers, one of them wet and shining.
He returned to his search of the offices.
Dianne had to go through several more visits where Kurt paid homage to her breasts.
She found herself squirming under his touch.
Even though his attention was unwanted he had a certain style that was slowly inflaming her.
Things got worse when Kurt shifted his attention from Dianne's breasts to her pussy.
Kurt had returned and was sucking on a breast when Dianne felt his hand close over her mound and squeeze.
She gave a startled cry of protest, totally ignored by Kurt, who began a slow massage.
Then he was gone again. She noticed that every time he came back he seemed to add something to the small sack he had left next to the door.
It seemed his foraging was fairly successful.
Back again, and this time Kurt directed his attentions to Dianne's mound immediately.
He squeezed and massaged, slipping a finger inside her to continue his depredations. Dianne found she was writhing under his touch and breathing hard.
It wasn't fair, she decided.
All this touching seemed to have no impact on him but it was slowly driving her wild.
She was wet and there was a pool of heat deep inside her.
She was ready to scream at even the lightest touch. |
