Unprotected: A Secret Baby

So I want to see my lush girl nude, wearing nothing but a mink jacket.

That’s not so nasty, is it?

Actually, it is. Maggie just didn’t know it yet.

With slow feet, she walked to the rack and slowly slipped the mink item off the hanger.

“This one?” she asked breathily. Because yeah, we picked out a couple things, so there was more than one six figure coat there.

I smiled wolfishly as she held up the midnight fur, floor length and shimmering.

“That’s it baby girl. Now model it for me.”

Slowly, the girl pulled the coat open, making to slip one arm inside.

But I stopped her.

“Did I say model it like that?”

She paused, flummoxed.

“I’m sorry?” she whispered. “Evan?”

“No sweetheart,” was my raspy gasp. “I want to see you model it on the floor.”

Her cheeks flushed pink, every other part of her going pink as well.

“I’m sorry?” she repeated again. “On the floor?” she stammered.

Oh yeah. It was getting dirty now.

“Strip,” I commanded. “Lay the mink coat out on the floor and then get down and hump that fur.”

It’s fucking depraved, I know. But I wanted to see those pink curves undulating as she rolled around, letting the soft material trail against her most sensitive parts.

The female stood stock still, mouth open, unable to form any words.

But the king had spoken.

“Do it,” I ordered grimly. And with trembling hands she obeyed. Slowly, Maggie laid out the six figure mink on the dressing room floor, fur side up. The material glimmered under the lights, soft music playing.

But what we were about to do wasn’t soft.

It wasn’t elegant.

It wasn’t graceful or stylish.

It was downright nasty and dirty.

And what the billionaire wants he gets.

Because Maggie was slipping that satin robe off her shoulders now, and shit, but she was beautiful. Tiny pink slips of lingerie decked her curves, hugging the luscious mounds.

“Off,” I ordered with one curt word.

And slowly, she obeyed. A strap slid off one sweet shoulder, then the other. And shit, but her tits appeared then, those giant Double Ds making my cock jerk, huge and full.

I wanted her so bad.

But there were more important things.

“Get down,” I commanded. “Get down and show me that slit.”

Because Maggie could read my mind. Slowly, she lowered herself to her hands and knees on the mink, big boobies already pressed against the soft material.

“Oh,” she moaned luxuriously, eyes closing. “Oh shit, that feels good on my tips.”

Of course it did. The fur was soft and satiny, stroking her nips just as intended.

But first, she needed to play.

“Show me your cunt,” I commanded again. “Show me that steaming twat.”

And eyes flickering open, she smiled at me over one slim shoulder. With a small hand, the girl reached in back and slowly pulled the crotch of her panties to the side, strapping it over one big white cheek so that her vag glistened, open and wet.

Oh shit, oh shit.

She was so beautiful.

So fucking sexy.

I was ready to jizz right now.

But Maggie’s got a dirty mind too.

“Like what you see, big boy?” she cooed. “You like this?”

And starting up a rhythm, the girl began to sway. Just her hips in circles, boobies pressing into the fur. But then she got into it. That big butt began the air fuck, jerking up and down as her eyes closed, lips parted.

“Oh,” she moaned. “Oh oh oh!”

And shit, but the little girl got dirty. Taking a sleeve in her hand, she positioned it between her legs, rubbing that soft material over her slit, teasing that hard nub.

“Fuck!” she gasped, eyes going wide, back twitching a bit. “Oh god, unnh!”

It looked good, I have to admit. A sweet, horny female stroking her puss with the sleeve of a fur coat on the floor of a dressing room? Fucking amazing.

But I’m a dirty motherfucker, and there was more.

“Push it into your cunt,” I rasped, blue eyes intense. “Push that fur into your cunt.”

She gasped then, eyes meeting mine. Because this was a six figure item of clothing, and we were abusing it like it was a two dollar rag. But the girl knew me too well now. Because heaving those curves into a squatting position, she obeyed.

Slowly, slowly.

Her knees parted wide, pink lips pulling apart on her own.

She rubbed the soft fur against her clit again, and damn, but the fabric came away glistening with pussy nectar.

Perfect. This was so perfect.

“Like this, big boy?” she mewled helplessly. Because Maggie was doing it. She was easing the sleeve of the fur coat into that hungry snatch, the black darkness disappearing into her sweet pink vortex.

It was fucking disgusting. Nasty even, her ravenous twat eating it all up.

But this was exactly up my alley. Aw fuck.

“Baby,” I breathed, fat cock rock hard now. It waved stiffly from my fly, tip glistening with man jizz. “Oh shit, baby, you’re beautiful.”

And Maggie was meant for me. Because her next words sent fire skating over my skin.