Vespa's Big Surprise

by Sylvester Horne

Imprint: Fetish World Books

This book is written in English

Style: Fem Dom - F/M, Bondage /BDSM Enslavement

Published: 10 / 2023

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STORY DESCRIPTION

The goddess was sitting close to the end of the beaten-copper-topped bar upon a high, chromium, one-legged stool, facing in his direction. Guessing, he reckoned that she was as tall as him - he, six-foot. She possessed long, shapely, legs which were crossed. The Post Office red, sleeveless, wrap dress reached to mid-thigh. The halter top's deep neckline revealed a good amount of what were clearly unsupported, very-large, bulging boobs. Surely she had recently returned from somewhere sunny, he surmised, as all her exposed skin, at least, had a golden-honey tan. As for her hair, he had never seen anything like it - be it the abundance of it or the fabulous colour. For she was crowned with a voluminous mane of long, lustrous, wavy, coppery-red hair that glowed like fire under the circle of illumination that beamed down upon her from the small spotlight in the ceiling above.

Convinced that she was smiling at him, he grinned back. Was he on a promise, he wondered. Turning her head slightly to the right, she lifted her half-full champagne flute to her lips, sexily taking a sip.

Nick could have sworn she also gave him a saucy wink, causing his heartrate to pound a little quicker.

Stepping closer, he realised she was surely way out of his league. Her lips, her fingernails, were painted the same shade of red as her dress. The dress itself hugged her waist thanks to a golden belt that appeared to have a clasp in the shape of a snake's head. It was bloody obvious that she possessed very large nipples for they were causing the red material to bulge as if there were organ stops pressing against it. If only he could get to suck on them, he thought.

There was a chunky, rectangular-link, gold chain about her neck that reached to the start of her cleavage, and matching three-link earrings. A gold, square-faced, watch was on her left wrist, a gold ring on the thumb. There was a two-headed snake upper-arm bracelet on her right limb, plus a similar design cuff-bangle. Each golden snake head sported two tiny, beady, ruby eyes. Gold rings adorned each right hand digit, except on the third finger, it sported a large red-stone dress ring, the flat surface appearing to be engraved.

Some three feet from her, he plucked up the courage he realised he needed, Nick hesitantly asking, "Can ? can I get y-you another drink?"

Turning her head back to face him, her amazing amber-coloured eyes examined him over the top of her red-tinted, gold-frame, rectangular sunglasses. Her countenance suggested that she thought he had just slithered from under some slime-covered stone.

She was intimidatingly-stunning. Everything about her screamed "expensive!", way out of his student league. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, he told himself. "Would y-you like to-to dance?"

Unhurried, she uncrossed her legs. Her right foot, clad in a red-silk pump with a two-inch golden-metal heel, went to his crotch and pressed against his bulge. "I'd rather fuck."