It Started with Poker

[Felix80]

Jack watched Andrea, studying her every movement. She wasn't offended by the accidental comment, in fact she seemed to preen a bit. Interesting. Jack made a note to work in more comments about her sexiness.

She had something. What, he didn't know, but something. The bet ws to him, but he waited. Andrea had leaned back in the chair, showing off her body, and Jack took a moment to take her in. After a minute, he shook his head and smiled.

"Sorry. I was distracted by your boobs. They look pretty awesome. Hopefully I can win this hand so I can find out if they feel as good as they look."

Jack put on the appearance of not knowing what was going on. He scratched his head. He looked at the pot, then looked at his money, then looked at the pot again. He checked his hole cards again.

"Uh, $20 to me right? What the hell, I'll see your twenty and raise and I guess I'll raise it by another $10."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Yep, her boobs were pretty awesome, and right now he was drawing everyone's attention to them.

So let them look. They were still covered, and that was how they were staying. Andrea didn't need to undress anymore to enjoy being admired. They were seeing as much of her as they were going to. They liked it. She liked it. Just a bit of harmless fun.

Time to win enough to buy back her clothes, regain some of the money she'd lost, and go home. Maybe she'd earned enough kudos to be more accepted in college now?

So he raised her another $10?

She still had $45. She could afford it. The more she put in, the more she won. Simple.

Without comment, she tossed another $10 into the middle, inside the ring of the collar and leash. $80 total in the pot, $35 in reserve ... Time to see the next card ...

 

[Felix80]

No comment from Andrea, she just tossed the money in. Interesting. What the hell was she holding? An Ace? Two Aces? Another two? A full on bluff? Didn't matter. Play the cards you're dealt.

Jack took a sip from his beer and then dealt the next card.

"Jack of clubs. No visible help for either of us. Pair of titties bets."

The crowd erupted at that comment. They'd been enjoying Jack's comments, but that one seemed to send them over the edge. Bi girl didn't say anything, she just stood up and rubbed herself through her skirt. She was definitely getting a little too drunk to care.

Hmmm. What was Andrea holding? Would his two pair beat her? Jack didn't know, but he wanted to play with his little english fuck toy.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea smiled at his assumption. And his calling her pair of titties. She didn't mind, quite liked it, actually. She might have had a Jack with her Ace, which would have given her a Full House .. but she didn't, just the Threes.

Still ... Jack was a little distracted, and the other girl was helping with that, almost masturbating herself in front of everyone! What a slut!

While she .... had a hand to play.

Check, or raise? One card to go, feeling good. Play the man, not just the cards ...

Watching Jack, she threw another $10 into the collar.

"Raise you ten," she replied, looking in his eyes ... which were quite nice.

 

[Felix80]

She smiled when he called her pair of Titties? Andrea really was getting turned on by all of this. She kept throwing her money into the collar. He wondered if she realized that the collar was for her?

"Just ten, huh? Last time it was good enough for $20. Personally, I think you're worth $20."

Jack tossed a $20 into the collar.

"$10 to stay in. Or you could fold. If you lose you get to come sit on my lap and get fondled in front of everyone. You'd like that, letting everyone see you writhe and wiggle with pleasure. Let them hear your wet pussy slosh as my finger plunges into you. Are you going to scream for the crowd when I nibble on your nipple?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Fold? No way she was folding, not after committing $50 already.

Andrea dropped another $10 into the ring of the dog collar. Threes was good, and there was always the chance of a Full House. This was her hand. Here was where her fight back gained pace.

"And IF I lose, whenever that might happen to be, the deal was that you don't uncover me any more than I already am, remember? So put your dirty thoughts of nibbling on my nipples, or fingering me, back away!"

She had no intention of being his toy, abused in front of everyone, and a shiver of wicked delight went through her again, but she admitted to herself that the idea of it was sexy, and she knew their crowd wanted to see Jack exhibit her for their amusement. So she'd repeated his taunts as much for her own pleasure as for winding them all up again. And yes, she was getting wetter still.

 

[Felix80]

"You said undress!" The bi girl shouted. She stepped up to the table and raised one hand in the air and started to chant, "Finger fuck! Finger fuck! Finger Fuck!". The crowd took it up and the game was delayed for a bit as everyone started chanting "Finger Fuck!"

The crowd finally started to die down when Jack flipped over the last card. A two.

He had a full house.

Titties!

Titties!

Titties!

This was his lucky night. Jack looked up at Andrea and shrugged.

"I remember you said undress, and the crowd seems to remember it that way too. It's ok, I won't take any more of your clothes off. But I will finger that sweet, sweet pussy that's going to be on my lap. Maybe even make you cum, nice and hard, right here in front of everyone."

He let the words sit there for a moment then pointed at the cards on the table.

"That is, if I win. Two, no help to either of us. Pair of Tits still bets."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

He called her Pair of Titties again! He must really like her boobs!

But shitty shit shit!

They were right, of course. Now she remembered that she'd only said undress. But she wasn't losing. Jack must have a pair, possibly two pair, while she had Threes.

"Raise you another $10", she said recklessly, throwing her last $10 bill into the collar and leaving herself with just the $5 cab fare. She was almost 'all in'; nothing left. But the pot would be worth $140

Still, damn that girl, that cute teasing slutty exciting girl!

 

[Felix80]

"I see your $10, but I want to raise a whole lot more than just $5. I'm not going to try to buy any clothes off you. Not until you lose all your money again. How about another favor?"

Jack picked up the collar and held it in front of Andrea. "You put this collar on and wear the leash and let me call you Slutpuppy, and I'll throw another $10 in the pot."

The crowd started chanting 'Slutpuppy' as Jack dropped the collar back on the table.

"What do you say, Andi?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Slutpuppy? SLUTPUPPY?

What was that about? And what was with her wearing a dog collar?

But another $10 ....

And the crowd seemed to love it, so it must be worth something ...

And what difference would it make to her?

"Make it $20!" she countered, reckoning it was no big deal to her, but that the crowd really seemed to want it.

 

[Felix80]

The crowd erupted. This was the first time Andrea had played to them and they seemed to love it.

Jack threw the money in the pot. $10 to see her, the $5 raise and $20 for the collar, $35 in total. He picked the collar and leash up and tossed it to her.

"How much for a lap dance, Slutpuppy? When you lose, you come over here and do a lap dance for me; you can touch me, but I can't touch you. After the lap dance I get to fondle you for five more minutes, like we already agreed. What would you charge me for that, Slutpuppy?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

She wasn't sure which was worse, being called slutpuppy or pair of titties, but they were just names, and she felt herself glow a little at his new name for her

She picked up the collar and put it round her neck, letting the leash dangle down her front, between her breasts. Then sensing what might please their crowd, she absent mindedly stroked the leash from the collar down, running her hand sensuously along its length to her lap.

She hadn't expected to have to bet her cab fare, but she didn't have much choice and threw that into the pot to 'call'

"I'm not giving you a lap dance unless I'm desperate, like I have no money left! So dream on!"

Bold words, but then she had Threes, and there was just the right amount of money on tne table to set her back up.

 

[Felix80]

Someone in the crowd started playing the Aerosmith song 'Dream On," not that you could hear it over the hooting and hollering as Andrea fondled the leash and played to the crowd. Now they were eating out of the palm of her hand, responding to her sexiness.

"$100," Jack countered. The room exploded in boos. They didn't want their new idol to ha e enough money to leave, especially when she was just getting into it. Jack quieted them all down but it took a few minutes.

"Think about it Slutpuppy. $100 will let you buy all your clothes back, pay for a cab ride home and put this all behind you. And you only have to do it if you lose this hand, Slutpuppy."

The room exploded in more boos. The bi girl called Jack a "fucking fucked up motherfucker who fucked his fucking fuck."

No one in the room wanted Andrea to say yes.

Except for Jack.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Hm ... $100, plus I get all my clothes back, plus my cab fare, plus I can play on if I wish, but I only give you the lap dance if I lose, before you get your groping 5 minutes where you can't undress me ... plus I keep the collar?"

She wasn't too sure what exactly she was offering the crowd, but she reckoned she only had to do the lap dance if she lost this hand, and she'd not be exposing any more than she already was, and this way she wouldn't have to sell her bra to win enough to buy back her clothes if she lost the hand.

Jack would get his lap dance from her in undies, and his grope, unless she won, in which case he got nothing till her next losing hand.

But she might win, take the money, get dressed and go. She wouldn't be tempted to stay and play for more, that would be silly, right?

 

[Felix80]

"No! No! No!" Shouted the crowd.

Jack just shook his head. He stared at Andrea, holding her gaze for a full ten count before he said, "Deal."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Demanded some from the audience.

"Are you stupid?"

"The lap dance isn't worth it!"

"We're going to miss out on Titties!"

Jack ignored it all. He shouldn't have agreed. But he knew the odds of her beating his full house were slim to none. It was possible, but unlikely. She couldn't have a straight flush. Too many suits on the table. That eliminated alot of better hands. She might have four aces. She might have a better full house. That was it. It wasn't that big of a gamble. And he could walk away from this with one hell of a pay day from before he went head to head with Slutpuppy.

He would never stop calling Andrea that.

The crowd roared and wasn't getting quieter. Jack didn't bother to try and quiet them or even say anything. He simply flipped over his hole cards.

It took a minute but the crowd quieted until all you could hear was Dream On still playing on someone's phone.

Once again, everyone was looking at Andrea.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Deal? Did she hear deal?

The party crowd were in uproar.

That was totally unexpected, and for a moment Andrea was in surprised disbelief. The crowd were in disbelief too, and most definitely disapproval. They weren't happy. They weren't his loyal crowd now. They clearly felt very let down, and in a perverse way, Andrea sympathised with them.

So whatever happened on the turning of their hole cards, she would be dressed, $100 richer than now, with her cab fare on top.

And if she won, as she confidently expected, he got nothing. No lap dance, no grope, nothing.

A smirk played at the corners of her mouth as the crowd quietened.

Then in a kind of bravado flourish, Jack revealed his hand. And silence descended on the room as if it had been draped like a blanket.

The blood drained from Andrea's face; she could feel it. She desperately hoped no one noticed, but all eyes were on her and the backs of her two hole cards.

She swallowed hard, not daring to look at anyone. Time to face the music, as they say.

Andrea slowly turned her Ace of Spades ... Three of a kind, so far ... she let the tension build ... then turned the 3 of Diamonds. Useless. He had her beat. She lifted her gaze to look him in the eye. Facing her defeat. But at least she'd end the evening with her clothes and some cash.

As the crowd started to react, she stroked the leash hanging from her collared throat, stood up, walked to Jack's side, and held out her hands for the $100 and the return of her top and jeans. She intended to dress before the lap dance and his 5 minute grope.

 

[Felix80]

Andi rose, stroking her collar and leash. The crowd cheered. Jack felt a smile take over his face. He didn't try to hide it either. Andi was walking seductively around the table. Jack felt his penis pressing against his pants. He glanced down. Sure enough, there was a tent pole rising, the end of it was halfway down his thigh.

He turned his chair to face Andi and grinned as she held her hands out at him. With a single glance she could see his arousal and Jack wanted to see that arousal. How was it going to feel to be sitting with that monster pressing up against her while she got fondled or while she was dancing for him.

"So, what kind of music do you want for the dance? I'm sure we can put it on YouTube or something."

Why did she have her hands out?

 

[AndreaSubbie]

The room was still quiet, waiting to hear what new deal the two of them might make, or maybe they just wanted to enjoy more of Jack's lewd comments and promises of her further humiliation.

"How about, I wanna sex you up? You know, colour me badd?" she suggested, the first song that came into her head, thinking that he meant they'd find the song on YouTube to play while she danced, still holding her hands out for the money and her clothes.

Jack seemed to look a bit puzzled at her gesture, and she added, "My top and jeans? And the hundred dollars?"

But he didn't seem to know what she was talking about, "You were gonna give me a hundred dollars and my clothes, win or lose?" and Andrea looked to the crowd for support, to back her up, to the people nearest which included that girl, "That's what we agreed, right?"

 

[Felix80]

The bi girl laughed and shook her head. "You're sexy, Slutpuppy," she said, "but you're wrong.". She took the leash and gave it a little tug, then let it go.

One of the guys who had lost all his money to Andrea chimed in, "Jack said he was looking to add to the bet, he never agreed to pay you regardless of the outcome."

He shut up as the overpowering sound of the high pitchedsinging filled the room. Someone had hooked up their phone to a stereo and "I wanna sex u up" was playing at max volume.

Jack was already facing her, his arousal obvious. "Come here, Slutpuppy, and dance for me."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

There was no point trying to fight it. The crowd knew what they wanted, and the replies to her appeal were overpowered by other voices backing them up.

A bet is a bet. Never welch on a bet, even if you misunderstood. You never welch on a bet, or you're done, through.

So she danced.

The song kind of worked for a backing track, even if the lead vocal didn't sound very masculine at first. But the rhythm, the sound, the repeated refrain, it really worked quite well.

Andrea knew that everyone knew that her panties were damp and didn't try to hide it. They had suffered a long drawn out teasing, promised a chance to see her body, and would get ugly if they were denied now that she had lost. So she might as well do a good job, even though it was a huge departure from her normal behaviour at parties, or indeed anywhere.

But like most girls her age, she'd seen her share of lap dances in clubs, or videos, and she knew what was expected, that fitted the demands of the lost bet.

So not bothering to hide the large damp patch on her panties, that had spread considerably since she'd taken off her jeans all that time ago, she stood about a pace in front Jack, in full view of most party goers in the room, swaying and gyrating subtly but sexily.

She could see people jostling about until everyone was satisfied that they had the best view they were going to get, whether of her front, side or rear, and she knew she had a chance to get them sort of back on her side a bit.

Andrea ran her hands slowly up her body, over her hips and ribs, up the sides of her bra-clad breasts, up her neck and into her hair, gathering it in a loose bundle on top of her head, face impassive but relaxed, hips swaying, feet apart, and slowly turned on the spot to give Jack and everyone else a full all-round look at her body. Then, letting her hands run down her front, over her boobs to her hips again, she bent at the waist, legs straight, letting Jack look right down her cleavage, and the people behind see her ass in the tight pale panties. Standing slowly she turned round and repeated the move to let Jack view her ass, wiggling that ass a bit more, and backing towards him until her sopping wet panties were damn near his face. her feet either side of his legs.

Turning once more to face him, she sank down until she was sitting on his knees. After all, she had agreed to a lap dance. Once there, rolling her shoulders to the music, she sexily cupped her breasts in her hands, leaning forward, almost brushing his lips with hers, but not quite, encouraging him to have real good close up look at her boobs that almost were spilling from the bra. Almost but not quite. She rocked her hips forward and back, sliding forward on his lap each time, until she was riding his boner, his very impressive boner, that was snaking down the leg of his pants. She wondered what his endurance was like, and if she could make him cum in his pants right there as she rolled her thighs and ass over the extended meat. After trying for as long as she dared, not wanting the crowd to get bored, she stood up, legs spread each side of Jacks knees, the sodden panties clinging to her body, and almost pushed her boobs into Jack's face. Then she turned carefully, feet changing places either side of him, presenting her boobs to the audience that had been behind her, for their share while her wet ass almost touched Jack's chest.

So far she seemed to have done ok, judging by the reactions that she saw on the occasions she looked up, and decided to finish with a little flourish. Her back to Jack still, she put her left heels-clad foot on Jack's left knee, the other foot outside his right knee, running her hands from her boobs down her belly to her crotch, rubbing her wet panty covered pussy while rolling her hips, basically masturbating through her undies in full view of everyone that Jack was facing, then turning round to put the left foot on his right knee, other foot outside his left, she repeated the move for everyone else and Jack.

It felt incredibly sexy, dancing in her undies, rubbing herself, sexing herself up in front of all those people, and secretly she loved it. The masturbating was real not faked, and her panties were wet and sticky now with her latest arousal.

Finally she stepped back as the song faded, again a full pace in front of Jack, and she bowed to him and the people behind him, full down bra view for him, ass view to the those on the other side, then turned and bowed to the others, sharing the views about.

"Ok?" she asked, reckoning she'd honoured the bet for a lap dance.

 

[Felix80]

"Fuck! She can dance," thought Jack as Andrea started to move to the music.

The crowd erupted at her performance. The hooting and hollaring brought out new levels of noise, almost louder than the music. Then she bent over and showed Jack her cleavage. The guys behind her got alot louder and when she turned around, Jack could see why. Her white panties were completely soaked through and when Andrea bent over like that you could see that her panties were clinging to her pussy lips. Then she backed up, straddling Jack and shoving her pussy in his face, filling his nostrils with her intoxicating aroma.

Jack's cock thrbbed. He almost lost it right then. He reached both hands up to grab her hips and throw her on the table and fuck her, right there and then. He stopped himself and put his hands down byb his sides wile his Slutpuppy shook her pussy and ass in front of his face. His Slutpuppy. He had time. He was a pokere player. He played the long game.

Jack grinned as a plan formed while her pussy was centimeters from his lips but infinitely far away. She was a great tease. He was going to be an even better one. He wasn't going to let her cum while he was fondling her. Bring her right to the edge and not let her get over. Keep her distracted for the next hand. Keep the sexuality high, the lust of the crowd and all the things that seemed to excite her.

Then the teasing really began. Andrea turned and sat on his knees. She almost kissed him, keeping her lips milimeters from him as she gyrated her shoulders and hips until he felt the weight and warmth of her hot cunt rubbing on his cock. He could feel the wetness of her pussy seepping through the fabric of his jeans and saturating his cock. He felt his cock throb from the attention, the large meat stick physically lifting her a few inches, making her lips brush against his nose. She pulled back then and all but shved her tits in his face. She had them pressed together and between her gyrating hips and shoulders they wdere going to spill out of her bra at any moment.

Jack took a deep breath. He needed to control himself. Oh, he was a long way from cumming, and the ridiculous mess that always entailed. No, he needed to make sure he didnt lose control and fuck her. She was into it. He was nto it. It would probably be fine. But that wasn't the game. Right now the game was one of teasing, and he wasn't going to let Slutpuppy win. He let the breath out slowly, blowing cool air on her hot tits.

She had most of his shaft covered in her juices by the time she stopped dry humping his cock. There was nothing dry about that. Wet humping his cock.

Andrea stood, turned and all but rubbed her ass on Jack's chest. She put her foot on his knee, spreading her legs nice and wide, showing herself to the croowd and started gyrating her hips. Nice. Then she turned around, took the same pose facing Jack and started rubbing her pussy for him.

She stopped, reluctantly, and stepped back. She looked at Jack and asked if it was OK.

"You're a naughty slut," Jack said. His voice was quiet, but so was the room. Not even the music was playing as he spoke.

"You love this, being a slut for everyone to see, being a slut for me to use. You want to cum, don't you? You want to cum for me, your new Master, here in front of everyone. You want to cum while everyone watches. You want to be a dirty cum slut, to be used however, wherever and whenever I wish, don't you?"

Jack leaned forward and took her leash. He sat back down, spreading his legs. He patted his left leg, the one with the long stain of her pussy juices and his erect cock, threatening to rip through the fabric.

"Sit."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"You're a naughty slut," Jack said into the quiet

She blushed. Busted. She certainly had just behaved very slutty, and it was naughty. Fun, but naughty.

"You love this, being a slut for everyone to see, being a slut for me to use. You want to cum, don't you? You want to cum for me, your new Master, here in front of everyone. You want to cum while everyone watches. You want to be a dirty cum slut, to be used however, wherever and whenever I wish, don't you?"

His words ran through her mind, jumbling and tumbling, thrilling her, confusing her, scaring her, delighting her, fighting for supremacy against the clamour of her own protestations. He's wrong! He's right! I can't admit it! But everyone here knows! What happens at the party stays at the party! No it doesn't

"Sit."

She'd actually forgotten about the five minutes of groping she'd already lost to him, forgotten until now, until his command. His command and the prompting tug on her leash. Her leash. He had her in a collar and leash, like a dog, a puppy, a slut puppy, a bitch, his bitch, his slutpuppy. She couldn't help it, her tummy squirmed and she felt more of her juices leak into her already saturated panties, could feel the slick wetness where her thighs touched.

His jeans were already stained ... had he cum, or was that hers? Whichever, they were about to get even more soiled.

Reluctantly, obediently, following the tug of her leash, she sat on his left knee right next to the monster sausage stuffed in his pants leg, her own knees together, feet between his, her right arm nearest him resting in her lap, her left hand on his knee cap, face turned to look him in the eye.

But no way was she going to call him Master!

 

[Felix80]

Jack let her sit there for a moment, taking in the sight of her. Almost naked, panties soaked through, tits threatening to fall out of her top, and blushing coyly after being called a naughty slut.

Maybe he should just fuck her, here and now, on the table.

But maybe not.

Jack let go of her leash and reached forward, grabbing Andrea by the hips. He turned her so her back was to him, then slid her up against him. His knee parted her legs, so one was on either side of his leg, spreading her a bit, giving the audience a view of her panties, but not a great view. She could feel his fuck stick pressing up against her as it throbbed to the new stimulus.

His hands went up to her breasts. His large hands engulfed her tits, squeezing her and massaging her through her bra. He squeezed her a few times, then raked his fingernailes down her breasts until he found her nipples through her bra. He pinched them through the fabric, then gave them a sharp tug, listening and feeling her response.

"These should be bare, Slutpuppy, bare for your Master. Exposed so everyone can watch how erect they get, how hard they get. I should have free access to my Slutpuppy whenever I want." Jack's voice was a deep, growled whisper in her ear.

His left hand continued to fondle her tits and nipples through her bra, moving from one too the other. His right hand crept down her body. He came to her pussy, but her legs were still too close together. His left hand grabbed a nipple and pulled on it hard while his right hand gave her pussy a light slap.

"Spread your legs wide! I get full access to you, Slutpuppy, and the people want to see your sopping pussy!"

The bi girl was now sitting in front of Jack, her skirt flipped up and rubbing her own pussy while staring at Andrea's. "Fuck yeah, I want to see that pussy!"

The rest of the crowd cheered as well.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

There was something about the way Jack's strong hands turned her so easily. It wasn't that he was forcing her, rather it was his assertiveness, his confidence, his knowing what he wanted, his insistence that sent surprising waves of pleasure through her.

And turning her back to him, he made sure that she was on display, that everyone opposite them would get a full view of the liberties he was about to take with her. But only those opposite them. Her audience that was behind them wouldn't get a fair view? No, wait. Her audience? This wasn't some sex show where she was the performing artist! And she didn't want them to all get a great view of her being groped and exploited! It was just that they might get frustrated, get unruly?

But his magnificent meat stick was again under her ass. and she could feel its hot living presence, feel her own excitement at being so close to it. Close, but separated. Teased by its proximity. And she couldn't help pressing herself against its pulsating hardness.

With her knees outside his. he had made sure that she was available to him, open for his big hands to pleasure themselves between her legs, but instead he went to her boobs, pinching and pulling her engorged nipples through her bra. Winding her up tighter and tighter.

Then his voice growled in her ear,
"These should be bare, Slutpuppy, bare for your Master. Exposed so everyone can watch how erect they get, how hard they get. I should have free access to my Slutpuppy whenever I want."

Oh how his words went through her! It was like he knew just what buttons to push, just what would excite her, or maybe the same things that turned her on also gave him pleasure? What? No, wait! She wasn't turned on being exposed in front of a room full of people she'd mostly never met! She was not turned on at the idea of being his sex toy, to use when he wanted, where he wanted. And he was NOT her Master! Not now, NOT EVER!

And then his hand slid down to her belly, and suddenly he pinched her nipple hard and slapped her sodden pussy, and everyone heard,
"Spread your legs wide! I get full access to you, Slutpuppy, and the people want to see your sopping pussy!"

"Fuck yeah, I want to see that pussy!"

The excitement of the crowd in front of them was almost overwhelming. And she couldn't help herself. She suddenly spread her knees as wide as they would go; she was ashamed of her instant obedience, her wantonness, her willingness, her eagerness.

Ashamed, and excited.

 

[Felix80]

"Fuck! She's doing a split!"

"Those panties are so wet, I can see everything!"

"Her pussy juices are flowing! Look at the puddle on his pants!" Said one of the girls.

"I want to see what's under those jeans!" Replied a different girl.

"I want that cock in my pussy while I'm eating that pussy!" Shouted the bi girl.

Jack ignored it all. His Slutpuppy obeyed. That was all that mattered.

His left hand pinched one nipple, gave it a twist and a pull them moved over to the other nipple, doing the same. Her heart was pounding, she was breathing heavy, and she was still flushed red.

Jack's left hand cupped her sex. Her clit was engorged, clearly visible through her panties. His palm found that and he began to press down hard on her clit, grinding it into her. It was firm pressure, not sharp, firm and steady on one of the most sensitive sexual areas on the female body. He started rubbing up and down, slowly, then faster. He was keeping rythmn with a song that was playing, and matching the hard thrusts of his hands with each pull and pinch on her nipple. His fingers weren't idle. They pressed down on her labia, spreading her more open through her panties and then pressed his fingers inside, lengthwise, rubbing up and down inside her labia, pushing the panties inside her folds a bit. His fingers and palm moving together to finger fuck her completely.

"I'm making you my plaything, Slutpuppy. I'm becoming your Master more and more with every pinch of your nipple and thrust against your sex. What are you going to do to earn your money next? Masturbate on the table? Beg me for my cum? Wear it all over your face, your hair, your tits, for everyone to see, like the good little cum hungry slut we both know you are?". His voice was just a whisper in her ear as he worked her over.

Jack brought his hand up from her panties and held it in front of their faces. It was glistening with her juices. His left hand kept pulling and playing with her nipples.

"Look at the mess you made of my hand, Slutpuppy. You need to lick your Master's hand clean."