Alicia's Nipples Can Cut Glass - Sex Stories

Alicia's Nipples Can Cut Glass

... to get it inside her mouth.

Some time ago he had used his tongue on her, with some expertise. She had never returned the compliment and she didn't like owing people; it was time to repay the debt. She slowly enveloped him between her lips and went to work. * * *

The effect of a prolonged orgasm was different on Dan. He lay breathless and exhausted with his cock diminishing like one of those inflatable figures on used car lots when the power was switched off. It keeled over with a final drip exuding from the business end.

Alicia watched, as a trickle of semen came down her cheek and onto her lip. She licked it away but another one was slowly running down her nose. He had emptied himself over her in a series of spurts and now even without seeing herself in a mirror she knew that her face looked like a plasterers' radio.

And as well as an aching jaw, she could definitely feel a soreness at the back of her throat.

* * *

Back at the airport, the plane was ready and waiting and they all boarded. Alicia was wearing her new bra fitted with the diamond nipples under a tight shirt and in fairness everyone looked at her. Heads turned and eyes widened as she passed. She was unused to being so much the centre of attention but with every inflated contour on show nobody was looking anywhere else.

The plane felt a bit rougher than before as it sped down the runway, the local standards of airport construction not apparently up to normal expectations but as soon as it was ...

... airborne it was as smooth as ever while the dust-bowl of the mine was left behind.

Back home, the landing was much the same. There was more vibration than she had ever known but when they alighted the stares from the staff were the same, direct at her chest. Sharon was right, the uniforms who were there to check the passports spent more time looking at her than her photograph and she felt herself preening with the attention. Standing tall, shoulders back, tits out. It was like being on parade and the young lad who handed her the bundle of documents back actually had his mouth open.

* * *

Alicia was in the office above the car dealership giving her debrief to Anthony, her detective sergeant and Phil the inspector.

The bra was laid down on the table with the single remaining diamond. The other had been given to Sharon, as arranged. Now it looked sad and ridiculous, the centre of attention whilst unoccupied by female flesh.

"You don't need to make contact with that group again, obviously," Phil leaned back in his seat. "The warrants were executed yesterday and the phone work together with the air traffic tracking puts them all in the areas we need. The plane has been impounded and what looks like several million pounds worth of diamonds recovered."

"From Sharon's bra?"

"No, they wouldn't have fitted, there was too much. I mean, too much breast, not enough bra."

Phil went bright red and Anthony took over the narrative, but Alicia was distracted. Her mind ...