"Oh, I am so sorry
for the rushed entrance, sweetie," Dee Dee cooed with all the sweetness
she could muster in the presence of such a man, "but we really couldn't
risk leaving the door wide open for anyone to just peer in and see what we're
up to. What with my beautiful assistants here having their tits out and
all. I'm sure you can understand that." The stylist elaborated
while placing one hand on her jaunted hips and raised the other to motion to
the topless Amazon-like beauty behind her.
"Errr...well, I
can't argue with you there, Miss," Ralph said, his bewildered gaze looking
all around the room in confusion, trying desperately to assess the odd
situation he currently found himself in. That was when he noticed Heather
sitting next to him on the couch, her heavily made-up face smiling brightly as
she batted her long eyelashes at him. Ralph immediately straightened
himself up, not wanting to openly ogle this woman's own fat tits, which were
pointing right at him. He cleared his throat and announced almost too
loudly, "What a tenant does in the privacy of their own apartment is their
business and their business only. As long as they pay their rent on time
and follow the terms of their lease, who am I to say what they can or cannot
do? Speaking of, who are you ladies and can I assume Ms. Prince knows
that you are in her apartment?"
"Oh dear!
Where are my manners?" the stylist exclaimed in fake shock, bringing
her raised hand to her opened, pouty mouth, "Behind me is my personal pet
squeeze," Dee Dee stood slightly aside so the landlord got a full view of
the reformed Wonder Woman. The tall woman waved playfully at him and
flashed another dazzling smile. The two lovers couldn't help their mental
grins at the lack of recognition in the man's eyes as he stared dumbly at his
soon-to-be former tenant. All he could see was her shining blonde mane, a
pretty face and those wonderful, naked tits. Not wanting to change that,
Dee Dee moved on without giving Di's name.
"Behind you is
Sammi," Dee Dee continued, pointing behind the still very confused man.
He glanced back over his left shoulder to find the young redhead standing
behind the couch he'd landed on. Ralph couldn't help noticing the ginger
slut's chest too. The rest of her slim frame would have convinced anyone
she must have been a supermodel, but those boobs made her a deliciously top
heavy one. In reply to his wanton stare, Sammi raised her
perfectly-sculpted eyebrows as she smiled mischievously and gave him a coy
wave of her hand.
"And finally,"
Dee Dee cut in to Ralph's examination of Sammi, "I believe you've already
met Heather. Say hi to the nice man, Heather."
"Hi, nice man,"
Heather giggled. Scooting her plump rear closer to the clearly nervous
landlord, she pressed her bouncing tits against his side as he tried and failed
to voice his protest.
It had been years since
the man had had sex with anyone besides his wife, and even then the act of
lovemaking was a once a year thing at best. He couldn't believe that he
found himself in a room with such women. He tried again to say something,
but was stunned into silence when Heather grabbed his hand and brought it up to
her mammoth breasts so he could massage and grope her. He tried to pull
away, but that was when he caught a whiff of Heather's strong perfume and his
attention was quickly drawn back to the pudgy slut sitting next to him.
She smiled at Ralph and batted her long eyelashes at him. Heather
then let go of his hand and was overjoyed when he continued to squeeze her soft
tit-flesh on his own.
"Hmmm, what a
strong, virile man, and yet so selfless! You must work so hard for all
your tenants. You deserve to relax a little," Dee Dee cooed, slowly
making her way over to the couch. Delicately, she placed one high-heeled pump
in front of the other perfectly with each step, her ass a perfect
pendulum. Ralph found himself transfixed with the smoldering temptress
approaching him, his mind fogged with lust from Heather's perfume but then he
inhaled another dose and was drawn back to the source of the intoxicating
smell. The portly beauty sitting next to him quickly became again the
center of his entire world. Dee Dee couldn't help but laugh as she
watched the weak-willed man fall deeper and deeper into her web of seduction
with Heather playing her pet spider.
"You deserve a
reward, Ralph," Dee Dee continued, before her beautiful gaze shifted
towards Heather, "Heather, my darling, why don't you show Ralph just how
much we all appreciate his hard work."
"Yes, Miss Dee
Dee. As you wish," Heather husked, giving Ralph a smoldering look
and batting her eyes seductively. She then slipped off the couch and
maneuvered herself so she was kneeling between his legs. The man's
breathing was becoming labored as Heather massaged his already hard cock
through the increasingly tight confines of his pants. With a tantalizing
slow pace, Heather slid the man's zipper down and freed his member. For a
moment, she let the cock stand proud and erect, herself enraptured by its
pulsing veins as Ralph was the portly beauty about to take him in her mouth.
Then, Heather began to lower her head and opened mouth wide, desperate
for her first taste of the landlord's dick.
Just before Heather could
wrap her shiny lips around the erect member, Ralph unexpectedly placed his
outstretched palm on top of her head. He numbly whispered, "Can't.
My wife..." before trailing off. Heather stopped what she was
doing, straightened her back and looked up at Ralph with sad, pleading eyes.
Her body burned with a mixture of embarrassment and shame, and she turned
to look at her Mistress for guidance on what to do next.
For a moment, Dee Dee
herself paused in surprise at Ralph's resolve, while Di and Sammi's sly smiles
gave way to worried looks, "Your wife..." the stylist began slowly,
but quickly regained her stride and her mind quickly structured her reply,
"...is a very lucky woman to have such a loving and loyal husband."
Dee Dee continued, now making her way to stand behind the couch.
Ralph was slowly coming to, but all that was stopped when Dee Dee took
him by the shoulders and eased him back into the soft cushion of the living
room's couch, with her ample chest becoming the man's headrest.
"I'm sure she knows
that," Dee Dee continued, massaging the man's shoulders. Ralph tilted
his head back and closed his eyes. The petite blonde stylist's full,
shiny lips curled in a triumphant smile, which was soon shared by Di and Sammi.
She looked down at Heather, whose heavily made-up eyes were still round
with confusion and Dee Dee nodded her head to continue what she had been doing
before. Heather ran her hands up Ralph's thighs and soon the pudgy New U
slut began to plant soft kisses up and down his shaft. Dee Dee saw him
giving into Heather and proceeded her seductive speech, "I am sure she
loves you just as much as you love her and wants you to be happy. To
experience every pleasure possible, because her strong, responsible man
deserves it."
Heather was now running
her tongue along the full length of Ralph's erect cock, before she finally
enveloped the entire shaft with her mouth. Dee Dee looked down and
grinned at how sloppy and yet so enthusiastic Heather's technique was before
continuing, "And really, this isn't being unfaithful, Mr. Ralph. You
love your wife and you'd only make love to your wife. This is just
pleasure. A reward for being such a caring man. For caring so much
about one of your tenants."
"My tenants?"
Ralph groaned.
"Yes, your tenants.
They appreciate you so much. Just like Diana Prince did," Dee
Dee purred, glancing over at Di. The former heroine's whorishly made-up
face fell into a worried pout and she had a questioning look in her blue eyes.
"Did?" was all
Ralph could say, as he rolled his back against Dee Dee's perfect tits and
moaned at the pleasure Heather was bringing him.
"Diana has had to
move on, I'm sorry to say," Dee Dee's sigh was far too overdramatic for
anyone in their right mind to actually believe her words, but that was lost on
the pleasure hazed landlord. Right now, Ralph would believe anything and
everything the stylist said as the truth, "That's why we're
cleaning out her apartment today. She needs a fresh start and part of
that means leaving this place. She probably seemed like she had it together.
At first it seemed like it to me me too, but behind closed doors poor
Diana has been suffering from depression for what must have been a long time
now. I'm her stylist, you see, as well as her friend, of course, but a
few weeks ago she came in for her regular appointment and just broke down.
The poor thing just couldn't stop crying and claimed she didn't even know
why anymore. That she just wanted to overhaul her life and start again,
which is what led all of us here. To help her do just that. We all
believe that Diana needs this fresh start and part of that is moving out of
here. Too many bad memories, you see. She didn't want to tell you
because she knew you would want to try and help her rebuild her old life, and
not help her make a new one. That you'd tell others you think might want
to help her, too. That's not a bad thing, by the way. It's just
truly not what Diana wants or needs to be happy. However, what with you
being such a kind and understanding man, and all, I'm sure this won't be a
problem, will it, Mr. Ralph?" Dee Dee explained. She then lowered
her head so she was close to the landlord's ear and whispered, "We all
want Diana to be happy, isn't that right?"
"Of course,"
Ralph groaned. Heather's head was now bobbing up and down on his pole.
Her hair would have been flying back and forth had it not been set in the
sleek bun that rested on top of her head. Dee Dee was thrilled. It
was time to seal the deal.
"Now Ralph, listen
to me. We have to respect Diana's decision to move on," Dee Dee's
tone was no longer a seductive purr. She was being deadly serious,
leaving no room for questions, "I'm doing that by helping her cut herself
off from her old life so she can have a fresh start, and I will need your help
to do that. Can you do that for me, Ralph? For Diana?"
"Y...yes,"
Ralph grunted in obedient reply, his fingers gripping Heather's tight hairpin
as the portly slut brought him ever closer to ecstasy.
"Wonderful,"
Dee Dee hissed in the man's ear, "maintaining complete authority over the
man, "So, if anyone, and I mean ANYONE, comes asking about her you till
tell them that you know absolutely nothing. Nothing about Diana's
decision. If she wants to see them then she will be the one to find them.
It has to be her choice. And you will never, EVER mention about me
or my girls here. Understand?"
"Ahhhh! Oh,
fuck...Yes!" Ralph choked out in desperate release as he shot his load
into Heather's mouth. She tried desperately to swallow every drop of the
man's spunk, but a large glob of it escaped her shiny lips and dripped slowly
down her mouth and to her chin. Coming down from his high, Ralph panted,
"I...I understand!"
"Thank you so much,
sweetie!" Dee Dee purred, her voice once again dripping with lustful
sweetness. She leaned down and kissed the man softly on his cheek before
again purring into his ear, "Tell you what. In return for helping me
help Diana, why don't I give you a lil' something? How about a free
makeover at my salon for your wife? It'll make what I'm sure is already
considerable beauty stand out even more and she'll be much more inclined to
treat you like Heather here. I'll make sure she understands that you
deserve this pleasure for all of your hard, hard work. What do you
say?"
"She...she's never
given me head. Not since we were..." the man mumbled, before
trailing off. He then leaned forward and cupped Heather's cheek in his
hand. The pudgy slut was trying desperately to clean the last remnants of
his jazz off her face with her tongue, but looked more ridiculous than anything
in her attempts. The topless slut looked up at him and smiled happily at
him and again batted her long eyelashes at the landlord. There was
something different about the man, Heather thought, and it now made her shiver
in her skintight shiny pants. No longer was he worried about his wife,
but instead he wanted his wife to act just like Heather. Finally Ralph
broke his silence, and in a loud, clear voice he declared, "I say,
yes!"
Di and Sammi laughed
lightly in response to the man's statement. Heather would have joined
him, but was too overcome by the sexual act she had just been a part of.
With her own sly smile, Dee Dee reached into her cavernous cleavage to
fish out her business card and slipped it into Ralph's shirt pocket. The
head stylist then sashayed her way to the still kneeling Heather and bent down
to lick the excess cum from the middle-aged woman's chin while grabbing one of
Heather's round, fat tits with her perfectly manicured hand. Once
satisfied, Dee Dee stood up and turned to look at Ralph, who had been watching
on in disbelief at the erotic display, his cock becoming semi-erect once again.
"Awww, I'm so sorry,
Ralph, honey," Dee Dee pouted in fake sympathy, "but we have so much
hard work yet to do, we just don't have time for any more playtime tonight.
I hate to say this, but it's time to go." She quickly ushered
the man out of the apartment, interrupting him each time he tried to speak up
with questions on who to get a hold of when he or his wife called to make the
appointment for her makeover, "Just call the number on the card, sweetie.
Everyone who has that number gets one," she answered vaguely and
with that she slammed the door behind him.
And, despite his mixture
of confusion, arousal and overall disorientation, Ralph grinned widely as he
zipped up his pants and began walking down the hall. He kept
absent-mindedly flipping Dee Dee's business card in his hands and began to wonder
how his wife would look after she was done with her makeover.