A Pleasure Serving You (closed for rollplayer36)

Watching Amanda leave gave me at least a little relieve. Embarrassed and aroused as I was I couldn't give her a proper answer, for she might become suspicious. Only a nod and a quite "Yes ma'am."

Being alone with Trudy was as usual a torment. It also had gotten worse since sir arrived and she learned much about me. Which she used against me.

Looking around I saw several people in the lobby. Mostly guests but some employees as well. The thought of showing myself of to all these people filled my mind. They were groping me everywhere, calling me a slut and took turns using me.

The fantasy was so strong that I closed my eyes and let a little moan from my lips.

"Hey slut I gave you an order. I know you love to show you of and how easily you get excited. You would let you mount be anyone right here. Wouldn't you?" Trudy spit at me while twisting a hard nipple through the blouse.

Another soft moan. "Answer me you stupid bimbo."

"Yes ma'am. I wish to be mounted."

Without another word I lift my skirt. Trudy has a good view of your toys in me while I make a twist. She tucks my skirt inn it's hem.

"Stay like that." she ordered me. From the front it can't be seen but only if I stand directly at the desk.,

On my legs I feel my juices running down.
 
Later that evening I came down to the lobby to check on how you and Trudy are doing. It is late and there is no one there when I come down and I see both of you standing at the desk. A strained look on your face tells me the toys inside you are doing what they should.

Sitting down across the lobby from you both I just watch for a few minutes as Trudy starts to torment you a little more actively. Every time she slaps or pinches you glancing my way for any sign of approval or disapproval. Getting none she continues to abuse you.

After another few minutes the guest across the hall from my room comes through and see me and then you and smiles lecherously. He comes and sits next to me, "So what is the deal with that hot little redhead?"

Looking back at him I sense another change in all of this. Shifting a little as I square myself with this new reality of control I look back at him, "Little Slut likes to be used and shown off..

"Little slut? That what you call her?"

"That is what she is, what else would I call her? Watch."

Looking back at you and Trudy I motion for you to come over to us. You freeze but Trudy grabs you by the shoulders and pushes you around the counter. You skirt still tucked up into itself leaves you exposed to both of us. The string from the benwa balls hangs wetly from your pussy lips.
 
Being half naked working felt like an eternity. I had to be careful not to show anyone my exposed body. The thought of being discovered was turning me on beyond belive.

As the night grew older the lobby got more and more empty. With every one leaving I relaxed a bit. At least I would have if it wasn't for Trudy.

Everyday since Sir arrived she had become bolder and more cruel. Pulling and pushing my plug and benwa balls. Forcing me to tell guests embarrassing things about me.

Seeing you arrive gives me a mixture of anxiety and joy. Even from the distance I can see a bulge in your plants. Knowing that I make you hard makes me feel strangely proud.

As the other guest arrives I can't quite place him. When you two talk I remember who he is and a surge off embarrassment washes over me.

As Trudy pushes me in front of the reception and exposes me I shrink so much, that you think I'll sink into the ground.

Slowly I start walking towards you two with my head down and my hands folded in front of my pussy. Not wanting to disobey your orders.

"You don't have to be shy little slut. We've both already seen everything on you. And besides you like showing yourself of, don't you."

My face turns redder, if that was even possible at that point. I take my hands behind my back.

With my head still downcast and a week voice I say "Yes Sir. You are of course right sir. How my I serve you?"

You can both clearly see the arousel on me. My pussy is flowing over, my skin red and I breath heavy.
 
Pulling you even closer the scent of your sex fills the air for me and my new friend. Turning you around so I can tuck your skirt up all the way around and exposing you completely. My thumb presses against the jeweled butt plug.

"You seem over sexed little slut. Maybe you need some relief."

Reaching between your legs I slowly pull out the two connected benwa balls and a trickle of your juices falls on the floor. Holding up the balls to you, "You have made a mess. Start by cleaning these up."
 
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