Ch. 6
Alan directed Rachel to the big ensuite bathroom while he took a shower in the other bathroom. He'd handed her some clean towels and left out a variety of items he said might be suitable for her to wear to bed. He'd explained that he often had women stay over, a number of who had left various garments at his place. He told her to take her time, and then to join him in the bedroom when she was done.
Peeling off the wet singlet, Rachel lavished in the unexpected pleasure of using his huge walk-in shower. The glass and gray marble structure was like nothing she'd been in before. She turned on the dual shower heads and luxuriated in the feeling of the hot stinging pellets raining down on her. The big fluffy towels he gave her felt incredibly soft and warm as she dried herself. A hair dryer on the vanity helped get her lustrous black locks in shape. She opened her purse and touched up her makeup, taking extra care with her eye shadow and lipstick. She hoped she looked more grown up and glamorous than usual—she wanted to look good for Alan, especially after all the trouble he was going through for her.
Satisfied with her face and hair, she looked through the various items he'd set out for her to choose from. It was all sexy lingerie, in a variety of colors and styles. She checked the sizes, smiling as she noticed the things Alan had set out for her were mostly bigger sizes that would fit her buxom form. She finally selected a sapphire blue chemise of glistening satin, edged with delicate white lace. The slip-like garment fit her nicely, if just a little too snug. Thin white spaghetti straps went over her shoulders, the satin cups barely able to contain her girls. The bodice fit snugly around her waist, and then flowed out enticingly over her wide hips. The lace-trimmed hem ended high on her thighs, a teasing vertical slit rising high on her hip on the front of the left side. She liked the look of that slit as she surveyed herself in the mirror, the smooth skin of her upper thigh coming provocatively into view as she moved. She adjusted her girls one more time, the cool satin feeling wickedly delicious against her breasts. Almost forgetting, she reached into her purse and pulled out another hairband, tying her inky tresses back in a nice tight ponytail. If she was going to be sucking the porn star's cock all night long, she wanted to make sure nothing got in the way of her duties. With a final look in the mirror, she turned on her heel and entered the bedroom. The only light in the room was from a lamp on his bedside table, the light giving off a soft golden glow that gave the whole room a sensual warmth.
"Oh my," Alan said as he watched her approach. He was sitting up against a stack of pillows piled against the headboard in the king-size bed, the sheets pulled up to his waist. He gave an exaggerated wolf whistle as he took in her voluptuous curvy form, gorgeously displayed in the sexy chemise. "Rachel, you look fabulous. Blue is definitely your color."
"I'm glad you like it," the young girl said, doing a little pirouette. "Are you sure the woman it belongs to won't mind me wearing it?"
Alan gave a light laugh. "Oh, I don't think the woman that belongs to will be coming back anytime soon. Not with the political office her husband has these days. Let's just say she's in the news a lot—and I mean a lot. No, that slip is yours from now on, if you want it."
"Really, I can really have it?" Rachel asked, her fingers tracing along the lace-trimmed edges of the overflowing bra cups.
"Yes, it's all yours. It looks a lot better on you anyways. I love the way you fill it out. And that slit at the top of your thigh, well, let's just say it looks pretty hot."
"Thank you, Alan. I love it."
"All right then," he said, picking up the remote from his bedside table. He turned on the wall-mounted TV opposite the front of the bed. "I'm going to watch the news for a while, and then I need to get some sleep after that. I've got an appointment at nine with my personal trainer at the gym. No rest for the wicked, as they say. So like we talked about, you can suck on my cock all night if you want. If you want to lie up beside me and go to sleep, that's fine too. I'll leave that up to you. Okay?"
"Yes. I appreciate that you said I can just sleep if I want to, but I'd really like to suck on it as long as you'll let me."
"It's yours for as long as you want. Okay, there's the channel I was looking for," he said, setting the remote down on the table beside him. He drew back the covers from his naked body, drawing up his legs and letting his thighs roll open to each side. "Okay, you can get started."
He reached down and lifted his limber dick, the immense cylinder of flesh making Rachel's mouth water as she looked at. Like a bear to honey, she was drawn in instinctively, getting to her knees on the big bed and crawling up between his widely-spread thighs. She lay down on the cool sheets and made herself comfortable, planning on being there for a long time—a very long time. He'd showered in the other bathroom and his body smelled of citrusy soap and his own clean masculine scent. It filtered into her senses erotically, the pure manly fragrance making her blood rush already.
Rachel flicked her eyes up, seeing him concentrating on the TV, the newscaster's voice coming to her from the background. She didn't care about that—all she cared about was servicing his enormous cock. He let go of his dong as she wrapped her own fingers around the trunk-like shaft. She lifted the mushroom-shaped crown to her mouth, pursing her lipstick-covered lips forward and kissing the tip lovingly. She started to make love to the sensitive knob, rubbing it all over her face and licking it, watching it as it started to puff up and grow. She took her fingernails and scratched teasingly around the base of his rising prick, feeling more blood pulsing into the steely shaft, the huge cock swelling and extending right before her eyes.
Jesus Christ, how does she do that so fast?
