The Ferrari stopped and the tinted window opened to reveal the biggest set of tits he'd seen in a while. Oh yeah, and a cute face, blonde hair, eyes either green or blue. Fuck color didn't matter. But really, after the sweet ride, all he noticed was the driver's tits. Big, round, luscious. Goddamn, he wanted to bury his face in them forever. Sure, he'd suffocate but he'd die a happy man.
"Sir? I'm here to take you to your final destination."
Aw, damn, her voice was sugary sweet but low, not like that high squeaky shit from the last chick he banged. While his head was buried in her chest, that voice would be the last thing he'd ever here. Yeah, that's how a man should die.
Except he didn't want to die.
He wanted to rub his cock in between her soft balloons and jizz over her pretty face. Get cum in her hair, make her look sloppy and messy. Fuck up her perfection a little. Yeah, that sounded real good.
"Sir?" Damn, lost in thought again.
"Yeah, let's go."
He didn't question where she wanted to take him. A red fucking Ferrari, a hot bitch, and the islands of Hawaii beckoned. All he needed to do was get her to stop somewhere, just for a moment. Or make her take those tits out of her top. Or fuuuuuuuuck, lose the top together and ride around the big island with her boobs out on display. See this? Yeah, I'm the fucking man right here. Pretty bitch, pretty car, all fucking mine.
Her sultry voice interrupted his daydream. "Sir? I'm here to serve you in whatever way you need while you're on the island. Your pleasure is my top priority."
Whaaaa? Okay, don't show her your excitement. Just. Don't. He could barely contain himself. Shit, what did he want her to do first?
"That's how it should be, baby." Yeah, like a fucking boss. He leaned back in the seat, staring out at the water and the black sand. "Stop here."
The road was all but abandoned, and hell, he didn't really care if anyone saw this. He was boss man right now in a tight Ferrari and a willing slut with juicy tits. Life was fucking awesome.
Without a word, she pulled off to the side of the road and cut the engine. She raised the windows, cutting off any possible prying eyes. The tint wasn't street legal but no one ever complained.
"I want to see your tits."
He didn't know if he should be happy or not that she didn't bat an eyelash at his statement. Instead, pink polished fingertips made short work of the buttons of her "uniform" if anything that showed that much cleavage could be called such a thing. No bra underneath. Large, round, and filled with silicone, just the way he liked them.
She turned to look at him, a gleam in her eye. Did she know what he wanted to do? Did he really care? She probably did this kind of "service" all the time. A real fucking pro.
She couldn't hide her surprise at the sight of his cock in his hand. Maybe she wasn't that much of a professional after all. But she kept quiet as he stroked his shaft and leaned forward to bury his face in her cleavage.
He stayed like that for several minutes until he could feel the pressure building and his ballsac tightening. God, he'd blow jizz all over this gorgeous fucking car if he wasn't careful.
All sounds were muffled by her gigantic double F boobs so he felt rather than heard her sigh. "Mr. Laramore, I'm happy to provide whatever relief you need, I assure you. But can't it wait until we get to the compound where we can both be more comfortable?"
Reluctantly, he pulled back. He wanted to tell her to shut her fucking piehole or figure out how to drive with his cock down her throat, but he knew she was right.
"Fine. Let's go." He didn't even bother to tuck his junk back in his pants. He'd have her on her knees by the passenger door the moment she pulled in to the compound.
Wonder who the fuck this Laramore character is, anyway. He shrugged off the fleeting thought as he imagined just what kind of service he'd have those tits provide for him during his stay.
Welcome to Wicked Wednesday! It's been a while for me, and even longer since I took a fiction prompt and ran with it. Kind of nice to be back in the saddle again, so to speak. Yeah, this imposter is an asshole but the idea of burying your face in soft boobs does sound pretty darn appealing. Just sayin'. Okay, y'all, go see what others are up to this Wednesday.