Machine Gun Daniella - Part 2

She struck. Closing the gap between us like a cheetah reaching its prey, she was suddenly back in my lap with her hands coiled about my neck. Like I was some statue or monument to be worshipped, her entire body seemed to overtake mine. Her thigh rubbing against my hip while one of her breasts squashed against my stomach and up against my chest as she moved. Her hands searching my hair on the back of my head as she tried to find greater purchase. Her lips slammed up against mine, the taste of that wine still fresh in her mouth. Her pelvis ground against my body as she seemed to throw her entire being at me.

The chair tipped backwards and the pair of us crashed to the floor. I groaned with pain as all the air was forced from my lungs. Daniella pulling her face away from mine long enough to prevent any further injury, but she didn’t give me any time to recover before she bore down upon me again.

Her hands no longer about the back of my head, she was now free to have them explore my body, and my clothes for any openings.

Which she did with as she pleased.

Buttons came undone as my tie was loosened. Suit jacket stripped away as my belt was discarded.

Daniella breathed out a haughty little chuckle before her hands found that my pants were entirely at her mercy. Her naked breasts pinning down my chest, shoulders and arms all at once it seemed.

Her ass, its own immense size not to be trifled with, pinned my legs down at the knees.

As she straddled me, and I could do nothing to stem my natural physical reaction to this situation, she said one thing that made my blood run cold.

“You’re dead, if you so much as look at another woman.”

I laughed. I don’t entirely know why, but at that moment I seemed to break down and laughed.

She looked at me with a look of shock and just the slightest flare of anger. A look of complete unamusement.

“Was that a threat?” I chuckled and guffawed, completely pinned underneath her at at her mercy.

She saw the humor in that and started to snicker.

“I could have you arrested for that, ya know?” I chuckled some more.

In the mob, it was always dangerous to do something you could be directly linked to. And I thought myself quite clever in my remarks.

Until her pelvis pressed down upon mine with a little too much force.

I cringed.

“You might want to re-think that.” She growled playfully before wrapping her lips around mine again.

But rather suddenly, she climbed up off me. Her eyes wide with concern. I was totally confused as she looked at me with… fear, almost.

It was almost as if she had come back to her senses after an episode of not. I scrambled to my feet and asked, “what’s wrong?”

She waved her hand back and forth, dismissively. She bent over and scooped up her discarded dress, muttering some kind of apology that she was tangling herself up in.

I took a few steps after her, but she just increased the distance herself. She gulped and hastily stepped back into her dress.

I was concerned with what was going on, but my brain became overloaded as I watched her struggle to get the dress back up and onto her curvy body. She seemed quite insistent on keeping one hand over her breasts, as if to protect some degree of modesty.

Despite the previous show otherwise.

“Uh… Ms. Daniella?” I questioned, now growing quite concerned.

What? Was she crazy or something?

She smoothed out her dress and ran her hands through her scarlet hair. As if the little gesture was enough to present her with a degree of professional composure once again.

The hairs on the back of my neck grew rigid once again.

Okay, so no, now this is where I die. Offed by some unhinged mob boss because she was embarrassed by all of this or something.

I could feel the color draining from my cheeks and cast my eyes around the dark shadows of the room again. Half expecting that butler to step from the shadows with a pistol in hand or something.

Daniella bit her bottom lip, her eyes scoping me out. Up and down over my nakedness.

I was so concerned over this change in her that I hadn’t even thought twice over my state of undress.

“Do you want to see something?” She asked, that familiar playfulness coming back into her voice and apparent demeanor.

I twitched, a shudder running up and down my spine. My hands drifting down to cover myself up. “Uh… no?” I offered a little shakily.

I saw some odd movement from her breasts as she bent down and retrieved her wine glass from where it had been discarded earlier in the near-love-making session. She topped up her glass once again, as for the second time, I thought I saw some unusual movement from her breasts.

Daniella hesitated for all of a moment, her eyes skirting the darkness, a twinge of fear in her eyes. Fear of some kind of reprisal. Before it was discarded once again for the playfulness I had come to know her for.

I took a step back as she put the glass to her lips. And her breasts seemed to move away from her. It was almost like a magnetic repulsion.

But then she swallowed more wine and I saw her breasts swell from her chest again. And again, and again. The huge slopes of her already significantly huge breasts just grew. They quivered independently from one another as they swelled larger and larger. Her cleavage deepening and the space between her breasts decreasing as it elongated. A deep crevice becoming a valley as her abundant creamy flesh seemed to increase into acres of soft, pliable flesh.

She chuckled, the sound smothered by the wine in her mouth and about her lips. The wine glass failing to contain the sound completely.

She was enjoying this.

Her breasts lurched bigger and bigger once again, her eyes though remaining playful seemed to look at least a little amused as she seemed to reach a size she hadn’t intended.

I realized I was no longer covering myself up so much as holding myself and staring.

Her eyes twinkled with an amused look.