Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 622: Brittany’s Predatory Stare

I stood there, my posture rigid, my eyes scanning the room, but my attention was drawn to the four women bending in front of me. The way their skirts rode up, the way their panties peeked out—it was a tease, a temptation.

My cock throbbed painfully in my pants, aching for release as I took in the sight of their asses on display, the scent of their arousal filling the air.

Eleanor let out a low, amused laugh as she pressed her ear against the door, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Oh, Marina... you naughty girl..." she murmured, her eyes flickering to me for a brief moment, her lips curling into a wicked smile.

"She’s really going for it..." Her voice was laced with a mix of admiration and envy, her smirk deepening as she listened. The sight of her bending over, her ass on display, her black pubic hairs peeking through her panties—it was almost too much to bear.

Brenda chuckled softly, her voice dripping with amusement. "I knew it," she said, her eyes gleaming as she glanced back at me.

"Brittany’s been dying to show off that new toy of hers. Though I have to say, Marina, your bodyguard is a much better accessory than any dildo..."

She adjusted her dress slightly, her fingers tracing the neckline, her pussy pressing against the lace of her panties.

Claudia giggled, her fingers tightening around the stem of her wine glass, the crystal catching the light as it trembled slightly in her grip. Her navy blue pencil dress had ridden up even further as she leaned forward, the black lace of her panties now fully visible, the thin fabric clinging to the swell of her ass, the outline of her pussy lips pressed against the lace, the dark shadow of her slit peeking through.

The scent of her arousal was stronger now, musky and sweet, filling the air around us. "I knew she couldn’t resist..." she whispered, her voice breathy, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Brittany’s been dying to show her that dress... and other things..." Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, her gaze flickering to me for a brief moment before she turned back to the door, her ass still on full display.

Alisha bit her lip, her voice a low, husky whisper, her emerald green thong digging into the soft flesh of her ass, the fabric so thin I could see the glisten of her wetness through it.

"I bet they’re talking about more than just dresses..." She leaned in closer, her ass pressing against the door, the scent of her arousal strong and intoxicating, her juices seeping through the lace. The sound of her breathing was ragged, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she listened intently.

I stood there, my posture rigid, my eyes flickering between the four women and the other female bodyguards in the room. The other guards stood still as statues, their eyes fixed straight ahead, their expressions unreadable.

It was as if they hadn’t heard a thing, as if they were deaf to the filthy whispers and the obscene sight of their employers bending over, their panties on display.

But I knew better. I could see the tension in their jaws, the way their fingers twitched at their sides. They heard everything. They saw everything. But they wouldn’t dare react.

After a while, the door suddenly swung open. Brittany stood there, her hands crossed over her chest, her red pencil dress hugging her curves so tightly it looked like it might split at the seams. Her tits were spilling over the neckline, her nipples hard and pointed, pressing against the fabric.

She looked at Brenda, Eleanor, Claudia, and Alisha, all still kneeling by the door, their skirts ridden up, their panties on full display, and raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "What are you guys doing?" she asked, her voice light but laced with amusement.

Brenda, still on her knees, her deep blue lace panties peeking out from under her dress, the dark triangle of her pubic hair visible through the fabric, was the first to respond.

She straightened up slightly, her voice smooth and unfazed. "We were just worried about you..." she said, her lips curling into a sly smile. "So we all came to check on you..."

Marina appeared behind Brittany, her black pencil dress clinging to her like a second skin, her tits heavy and full, her nipples hard against the fabric.

She looked at the four women, still kneeling, their asses on display, and raised an eyebrow, her voice dripping with skepticism. "Really?" she asked, her tone dry, her eyes flickering between them.

Eleanor, still on her knees, her silver dress ridden up to reveal her white lace panties, her black pubic hairs peeking through the fabric, let out a nervous laugh.

"Yeah... yeah..." she stammered, her voice less confident than usual, her cheeks flushing slightly as she realized how compromising their position was.

Brittany let out a soft laugh, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Hmm..." she said, her voice dripping with amusement.

With that, she turned and walked back toward the couches, the other women quickly standing up, smoothing their dresses down, though the damage was already done. I had seen everything. I had smelled everything.

They all settled back onto the couches, their postures regal once more, as if nothing had happened. But the tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with unspoken desires and secrets.

Brittany clapped her hands, the sound sharp and commanding. "Maids!" she called out, her voice ringing through the hall. "Prepare something to eat. It’s lunch time..." The maids scurried away, their heads bowed as they rushed to fulfill her request.

I stood behind Marina, my posture rigid, my eyes scanning the room. But my attention was drawn to Brittany, who was sitting opposite Marina. Her red dress stretched tightly over her tits as she leaned forward slightly, her cleavage spilling out, her nipples hard and pointed.

But it wasn’t her tits that held my attention. It was her eyes. They were locked on my crotch, wide and hungry, her lips parted slightly as she gulped, her throat working. She was lost in thought, her fingers tapping lightly against her thigh, her breathing ragged.