A Taboo Romance With A Billionaire - Part 2

"Amelia," Mac says like a man suffering.

"I'll be right back, Mac," I say, planting butterfly kisses on his lips between each word.

"Why?" Mac asks, not understanding why his naughty stepsister is playing hard to get.

"Because I need to wrap up your present."

"Oh."

"Don't go anywhere, sir," I say, all nurse again. Rising, I'm happy to stick my chest out and show off the cleavage that is there just for him. No longer regretting being dressed like a horny nurse, I'm only too happy to rock my hips for the man I love on the way out.

Mac

When Amelia returns, her breasts bouncing with each step, her long legs are wrapped in a pair of stockings. And there is a bottle of what look like massage oil in her right hand, a not so subtle hint of what she has in mind for me.

"Sir," she says, very formally. Nurse-like.

"Yes, nurse?"

"It is time for your massage," Amelia says, placing the bottle on the nightstand.

"Of course." Don't think, I tell myself as Amelia unceremoniously removes the pillow, not showing any sign of shock when she calmly takes in the moving tent my hard-on creates. With the pillow in both hands, she walks around the bed and to the couch.

"Are you happy with me so far, sir? I only recently graduated, and I still have a lot to learn to become the best nurse I can be," Amelia says. Bending over with her legs kept straight, she places the pillow on the couch with exaggerated care, presenting me with a clear sight on her swollen pink pussy, shiny with a layer of her own juices.

With a tremble in voice, I tell her how very pleased I am. "I think you’re a great nurse already," I add.

"Great!" Amelia says. Turning around, she pushes her breasts out to the point I believe I'll be lucky and they'll break free from the restraints of her uniform. But no such luck yet. Not that I'm complaining as I watch her return to my side, hips rocking and breasts shaking all the way, her lust filled eyes on me.

"And I hope you know that I am here to please, sir," she says in a husky voice. "So if there is ever anything you really need," Amelia says, leaning forward to showcase most of her naked breasts, "anything at all, don't hesitate to ask."

"Anything?" I ask, with the disbelief of a kid who was just told he can have all the toys in the toy store.

Our eyes locked, Amelia mouths, "Anything." Giving me the key to her heart and a body that could seduce a saint without breaking a sweat. At a loss for words, and unable to take charge with bones that need to heal. Her hands pull the sheet back and not a word is said about the hard-on that speaks for itself.

Amelia

High on hormones and a happiness tha

t I thought I would never feel, I try to act casual. But seeing Mac's blood engorged cock stir beneath the hospital gown is enough to give me pause. One thing is for certain, it is big. Really big. Long and fat, and it makes my wet, aching snatch throb and cry to have a good feel of it. A really good feel of it.

But as I pull Mac's hospital gown up, fear joins the excitement that shoots through my blonde pussy when I see it in all its naked glory, and my jaw just drops. Blinking, my legs start to shake so badly that I fear I might just drop to the floor.

The thought of all that hard, pulsating cockmeat stretching me out and filling me up makes me wonder if maybe I'm in for more cock than my pussy can handle. It is at least nine inches long and its smoothness is only broken by thick veins that supply it with the blood that makes it stand tall, coloring the broad head a deep red.

But as impressive and intimidating as its length is already, it is the thickness that makes my heart flutter in my chest and sends a longing through my leaking pussy that is almost too much to bear. One look is all I need to know that there is simply no way I'll be able to wrap my fingers fully around Mac's fat fuckpole. Mindlessly, as in a trance, I bend over, Mac's fat cock is pulling my lips close like a magnet.

The feel of his hard abdominal muscles beneath one hand barely registers, nor does the sigh that escapes from between parted lips. The feel of his hand on my ass does, though. But most of all, it is the way his warm, hard cock feels in my hand when I grab it tight. To my fear and delight, the monster instantly responds to my touch by swelling even more, triggering an explosion of heat between my shaking legs. I've never been this wet.

When a fat drop of pre-cum appears at the tip, my tongue shoots out instinctively, lapping it up like the cum-craving woman that I've become. Eyes closed, I savor my first taste of cum as if it is an exquisite wine, already knowing I want more of it.

"If you have areas that need special attention, sir," I say, my voice as unsteady as the legs beneath me. "Don't hesitate to…" Too dizzy and lightheaded to say more, I just sigh, my spasming pussy aching unbearably.

"Oil," I mumble after a long pause filled with Mac's deep breathing and my heartbeat in my ears.