Back when I was at collage, I used to hang around with a guy named Stephen. Now Stephen was gay and in the closet. I know he was gay because I was in my experimental years and we frequently sucked each other off. I'm not embarrassed about it. I was sixteen or seventeen and ridiculously horny all the time. So, pretty much the same as I am now. The only difference back then, was that I had zero confidence around girls and Stephen's gay mouth was my only sexual vent, other than jerking off.
Despite his quite obvious gayness, somehow, the still in-the-closet Stephen still somehow seemed to score with the ladies. Now one of these girls was a smoking hot, ebony goddess named Beverly. Seriously gorgeous slender figure. Nice, pert ass and perfectly sized titties with cute little nips! What more could any straight (or even bi) guy ask for? How the fuck she ended up with Stephen, I'll never know. Heh, actually, as an afterthought, just prior to this story taking place, I happened to mention to Beverly that I had been wanting to ask her out myself, but let Stephen take the lead on her, as he was still desperately trying to prove to the rest of the world that he wasn't queer. Beverly almost slapped me upon hearing this, saying that she would much rather have gone out with me instead of him! I kinda found out why later... back to the story.
On one day during the collage holidays, Stephen texted me to say he was going to pop round for a visit. I figured that would be fun. We had always gotten along and, the stupid cow I was seeing at the time (hadn't made the mistake of marrying her yet) was out at work so we could talk without interruption. He turned up little more than fifteen minutes later and when I went to let him in, I was pleasantly surprised to see Beverly with him. The pair had been dating for about a month at that point although, I always got the impression that he was just her gay friend, that all women seem to like having. I invited them both in and took them up to my room.
We had a pretty good time. Talking about collage, that all three of us went to, and the laughs we had had there. Stephen and Beverly were sat on my bed and I was stood up, trying to discreetly tidy the room a little. Before long though, conversation seemed to dry up. Quiet descended on the room for a minute or two and then Stephen, never the most subtle person loudly stated;
"I'm bored! What shall we do?"
Now, I'm well-known to be a little perverted and, those who know me well, know to expect me to say something sexual whenever I get the opportunity and, they know to just laugh at it and move on. So when I responded with , "How about a three-some?" That was what I had expected.
I braced myself for having a pillow thrown at me but, none came. I watched as Stephen turned to Beverley.
"You up for that?" He asked. She looked at Stephen, then at me, then at Stephen again before smiling.
""Sure, ok!" She said, patting the bed next to her for me to sit next to her, sandwiching her between me and Stephen. I did as instructed and watched as they began to make out with each other. Their kissing was quite heavy and I could feel my heart begin to beat faster with anticipation. I watched as Beverly began to stroke Stephen's leg, moving her hand higher and higher until she found his cock through the thin fabric of his tracksuit pants. She began to rub it a little and just as I was about to start watching, I felt her other hand on my own crotch.
Her hand felt really good, even through my jeans. I gasped at her touch, my head buzzing and I felt that this must be a dream. It wasn't, thankfully and she turned to kiss me. I looked at Stephen one last time before she could, my eyes silently verifying that it was cool to make out with his girlfriend. The slightest hint of a nod from him was all I needed. A heartbeat later, me and Beverley were trading tongues. Her kissing was as good as her finger-work. Her tongue deft and agile as it teased my own tongue relentlessly. Almost professionally, she had my pants open and my cock sprung out, hard and read for action. She barely looked at her boyfriend as her dark, chocolate fingers wrapped around my shaft and began to caress it. Her fingers felt so smooth and soft and a moment later, they were joined by the warm, moistness of her mouth.
Now I have to say, I've had a few blowjobs in my life. My current girlfriend's oral skills are fucking amazing but, Beverley was nigh on perfect. Everything, from the feel of those thick, dark lips as they wrapped around me with just the right combination of firmness and softness, to the long, deep sucks, the exquisite tongue-work, to the look of pure joy on her face made me feel like I could explode right there and then. Never before have I been glad when someone stopped sucking me off! I didn't want her to, of course. But If she had continued, I would have finished and that would have been that. I knew that more would follow and, I was content with the feel of her hand still holding me as she turned to suck Stephen's dick.
I watched quite closely as she did unto him, what she had just done unto me. It was so exciting and arousing to watch but, after a few minutes of her amazing oral-work, Stephen's dick remained soft and limp. Oh dear... I felt bad for the guy but, I guess that's what happens when you are gay and you have a girl sucking you off! She looked at him with a frown and he just kind of shrugged.
"Oh well, I guess that is that. We should just stop now." He said. Although he laughed when he said it, he was serious. My heart sank. I seriously did not want this to end.
"I don't think so." Beverley said back. My heart began to soar again. I looked up and she was giving him that look that said ‘You will listen to me and you will do as I say, or else!'. "I've just gotten excited and I really need this. So you can just deal with it!"
My eyes opened wide when she turned her back on him and began to kiss me again. I felt a little bad that she was just going to have me right in front of him but, as she pushed me onto my back, I caught a glimpse of him, sat on the end of the bed, furiously beating his meat, desperate to get hard and join in and, failing miserably. I don't know why but, that turned me on incredibly. I was going to fuck his girl and give her what he obviously couldn't!
"This always happens." She whispered to me, quite loudly, between kisses. "He can never get it up and I always have to deal with myself some other way."
She winked at me as she heavily emphasised the word "other" and I realised that this was likely not the first time Stephen had either watched, or at least known that his girlfriend was fucking other guys. That thought turned me on even more and I wrapped my arms around Beverley, pulling her on top of me, kissing her deeper. She reciprocated more than willingly and I felt her hands on my chest.
It was then, that I felt hands elsewhere too! Something grasped my dick and began to jerk it slowly. It wasn't Beverley, because I could see her hands, one on my chest, the other on my face! I glanced down to see Stephen, man-handling my dick before licking it a few times. It then went into his mouth! Now this was not the first time it had been in there but, we had always kept it secret. Or at least, I thought we had! Beverley had also noticed what he was doing but she didn't seem too bothered.
"Don't worry," She whispered to me. "I know what you guys have done. Besides, he may as well do something useful and keep you warmed up for me!"
Now my heart was racing. I really didn't need any help to keep my motor running but, having Bev kissing me while someone I didn't have to look at fluffed my cock, was certainly a good feeling. She couldn't keep her hands off my dick though and even while Stephen, who actually looked quite happy doing what he was doing, sucked and licked me, she still kept reaching down for a little stroke. I must say, her hands felt far, far better than his mouth.
My own hands weren't idle though. I had been playing with her plump and firm ass cheeks for a while but I was needing something more now. I flipped Bev over onto her back and she gave an excited yelp as she allowed me to. She grinned wide.
"Finally, a guy that takes charge!" She laughed. "A real man at last, not just some faggot!"
She moaned just at the prospect and I glanced at Stephen. He had remained uncharacteristically silent throughout this. It seemed he knew his place and was content to remain there. I lay at the side of her and began to caress her gorgeous breasts. They felt smooth as glass. But warm and firm and she gave excited moans and whimpers as I squeezed them and tweaked her nipples. My hands slid down her slender stomach to her pussy and as I began to slide a finger between her moist lips, she gave a long, loud gasp.
Stephen had dutifully moved his own position to continue stroking my dick. I glanced to him and notice that while he had been servicing me, he had finally become aroused yet, he had made no move to use it on Bev. He must like being cuckolded in this manner! I guess that was because it gave him what he really craved. Cock. Meanwhile, I was rubbing Beverley's smooth, hairless pussy harder and faster and she, was moaning like a high-class whore. That sound was driving me wild.
"Tell me what you want." I breathed.
"I want to be fucked..." She gasped. "I need cock in me!"
"Stephen's hard now..." I smirked. "Do you want you boyfriend in you?"
She looked at me and frowned. "I want a real man in me. Not some queer."
I chuckled and rolled on top of her. I didn't need to nudge her legs open though as she was very eager to spread them herself! She raised her knees once I was between them and my cock slid into her with an ease that made me feel that that was where it was destined to go. Again, Stephen repositioned himself behind me, sucking my balls and licking my ass while I made myself comfortable. I looked back at him.
"You may be in the way a bit there mate." I said. Beverley looked down at him and glared.
"Fucking move you fag!" She scowled, and kicked him from the bed.
He didn't respond, but knelt at the side of the bed, watching us intently as I began to thrust into his girl. Her pussy was like a slice of heaven! She was very wet and warm and I could feel her contracting her muscles, massaging my dick inside of her. I fucked her pussy hard. I didn't think I would last long and, at that moment, I didn't really care.
I got up onto my knees and pulled her by her legs, so that she was closer to me and began fucking her again. From this position, I could see her tits bouncing. She dragged me down again though after a minute or two as she began to tense. She looked right into my eyes with an intensity that quite frankly, shocked me.
"Mmm... fuck yes, do it. Give it to me!" She moaned, then looked at her boyfriend. "This is how it's done, you shitty little queer! Fuck... yet again, you're gonna see me cum and it's not because of you! You will never make me cum you limp-dicked faggot!"
Her tirade of abuse only served to make me fuck her harder and, it was not long before she came, heavily. I slowed to a stop as she gasped and panted, thanking me over and over for giving her what she needed so badly. She then asked me if I still needed to cum. I nodded eagerly. She said I couldn't do it in her as I was doing it bareback, which I understood. She had a plan though and made me stand up. She stood next to me and began to kiss me deeply. I fondled her tits while she jerked my dick. Stephen knew what to do at this point, and positioned himself in front of me, kneeling with his mouth open.
"Not yet, fuck-wit!" She scowled at him, kicking him away again. He lay on the floor looking disappointed and dejected. She kissed me again and then got to her own knees, waving at Stephen to come and sit by her. Her lips once again enveloped my dick and she used them to pump up and down my shaft vigorously. I'm not ashamed to say that I came in less than a minute. My dick ejaculated hard, emptying my very full balls deep into her mouth.
She slowed her pumping, making certain that every drop was out of me. Then, she quite roughly, grabbed Stephens face and yanked his mouth open. Then, she leaned in and dribbled the jizz from her own mouth into his before clamping his mouth shut and forcing him to swallow. I collapsed to the bed feeling pretty satisfied and a little shell-shocked at what had just happened. I realised I would have to say, or do something now, to bring this event to an end without making it awkward but thankfully, that stupid bitch I was seeing, made life easier for me, for the first and probably only time ever.
My phone started to ring. It was her. She told me she had finished work and she was on her way to mine and that she would be there in ten minutes. I put the phone down and relayed the message. Thankfully, both Bev and Stephen knew what to this meant and they quickly dressed. We went downstairs and I let them out. Thankfully, She wasn't in sight yet. Stephen left first after giving me a hug and acting like this had just been a normal visit. Then Bev did the same, only she also kissed me again and promised me she would be back for a repeat performance.
They both got away before the bitch returned. But, did Beverley keep her promise? Haha, oh yes! But that's a story for another time!
Before we start, I should give a little explanation. I am a thirty two year old male who is very dominant. I have had several slaves over the last few years but sadly, none have lasted due to my personal dominating style. I am not into whips and chains, or candle wax and handcuffs. I find that those things are rather dull. I like to be a little more creative. I like to take a more hands-on approach. Mostly though, I like to put my slave into humiliating situations and watch how she copes.
Actually, that's not quite right. I like to tell my slave to put herself into the humiliating situation. I like that my slaves are dedicated to me enough, that they will willingly humiliate themselves for my entertainment. Watching them turn themselves into sluts, or, I should say bringing out the inner slut every woman has lurking within her, is my kink.
My most recent slave, a girl in her early twenties called Sam was easily my longest running toy. She probably would still be on her knees right now if she hadn't gotten herself a boyfriend... annoying for me, but that's life I guess. Sam was rather eager to please. Not the prettiest of girls, but a real cock lover and lacking in shame. More importantly, she likes a guy who takes charge and is happy to let herself be abused. On my than one occasion had I turned her ass cheeks black from spanking or slapped her face so hard she actually hit the ground! This turned her on as much as it did me!
Anyway, one night, I had Sam visit me at work. I worked at the time as a night watchman in a local tourist attraction. I had the whole building to myself on a nightly basis. Perfect for bringing in Sam or anyone else I hooked up with online. This night started off as any other. Sam turned up wearing, as commanded by me, a tight vest top and a short, flimsy skirt. Like the good slut she was, she dutifully got to her knees and awaited instructions.
First things first, I wanted to get her all riled up. Now, as I said before, she was really cock hungry. Everything about cock excited her. The feel, the taste, the sight, the smell. It was this last one I used to my advantage to start with. She was knelt with her back to the wall and I pressed my crotch to her face, forcing the back of her head against the wall and smothering her face. She could feel my hard cock through the fabric of my trousers and when I commanded her to sniff, she began to do so, sniffing in the scent of my arousal. I could see her fingers begin to twitch at her side and she raised one and made to grasp at my cock. I slapped her face hard. I had not told her to touch me. She apologised and returned to taking in my scent.
Both her hands were twitching now and I could see the look of desperation on her face as she stared up at me, pleading with her eyes. My cock throbbed against her face and she let out a low moan as she became more and more aroused and desperate.
"Take it out slut." I commanded her. She did as she was told and immediately grabbed it. It felt good... I was very excited myself but no, I slapped her hard, knocking her onto the floor. I had not told her to touch it. She climbed back to her knees, rubbing her face and sat with my hard member mere millimetres from her face.
"Lick it." I told her. "Just your tongue. Do not touch, do not take it in your mouth."
Sam did as she was told, eagerly and hungrily running her tongue up and down the shaft of my cock, making sure to taste every little bit. I told her to suck my balls too, and she did so without hesitation.
It did not take long for me to reach climax, but I did not want that just yet. Sam loved cum. Almost more than she loved cock. She was not to be rewarded just yet. I grabbed her mousy brown hair and yanked her away. She gave a little screetch of pain as I flung her away but she quickly got to her knees again, ready to serve. She was a good slut.
"Stand up for me, whore." I told her and she did so. I began to inspect her, touching her body. I pulled the top of her vest top down. She wasn't wearing a bra. Good girl. She didn't need one to be honest, her tits were rather tiny. But she had perky nipples and I pinched one of them and yanked it hard. Again she emitted a little screetch and I saw her knees touch. She was close to orgasm. I pulled the top back up. Her nipples were easy to see now, poking through the thin fabric.
Next, I inspected further down, lifting her light, summery skirt to see what was underneath. Pink panties. Thong types. It showed off her ass wonderfully, but not enough to my mind. I tugged them down, they were soaked already. Such a slut! Removing them from her completely, I placed them on a shelf and told her my plan.
"I'm taking you for a walk tonight, my slut." I said. She nodded and reached for her long coat. "Leave it." I told her She looked at me, horrified. The coat came down to her knees, longer than the little skirt. She had put that on to come and see me due to the fact that although it was a nice warm night, it was rather windy.
"But, Master..." she began. I slapped her again and she fell silent.
"I said leave it."
She nodded and dropped it, looking a little worried. I pointed to my cock.
"You want this, don't you slut." I said, it was more of a statement of fact than a question. She nodded, biting her lip as she looked at it. "Then you will do as I say."
I told her the rest of the plan and despite the look of concern on her face, she agreed.
We left my work, which is right in the middle of the town centre and walked to the end of the alleyway where the staff entrance was. She had been instructed to keep her arms up to her chest and to keep an eye on her phone.
"Start walking." I said, and she complied. I waited a moment or two and then started after her, keeping close but not so close that it would look like we were together.
It was a Saturday night in a tourist town. It was not quite in season just yet so I knew it would not be too busy yet, as soon as she rounded the corner, a large group of youngish girls were behind us. At first, they did not see anything out of the ordinary. And then, a gust of wind blew Sam's skirt up, exposing her ass.
"Oh my god!" I heard one of the girls giggle to her friends. "Did you see that?"
"What?" her friends asked.
"Haha fucking hell! That girl has no knickers on!"
They all turned to look at her and as if on cue, nature came along and whisked the back of the skirt up again! The girls erupted into laughter. I heard them calling her names, Slut, Whore and the other usual ones. Sam heard it too and I saw her hand move downwards to hold the clothing in place.
Don't even think about it. I messaged her on her phone. Her hand came back up again. Twice more it was blown up for the girls and they found it hilarious. Two guys walking the other way past her got an eyeful of her pussy too. They almost tripped over as they turned to stare!
I'm scared. Came a text to my phone.
Don't care Keep going. I replied.
At this point, we reached a crossroads. I told her to turn to the right and she did so, the group of girls turned the other way. They called out after her before they turned though, calling her a slut again, and a prostitute.
Another text. I can see a group of guys ahead. What if they try to **** me?
I will watch then. And you will let them
She stopped walking at this moment, and I thought I had pushed her too far.
Another text. Yes Master.
Her skirt went up again as a group of lads walked behind us. We both heard the lewd comments they made as she began to walk again. She soon approached the gang of guys who were stood outside a bar. I texted her a new command.
When you get to them, drop your purse. Bend at the waist to pick it up. Slowly.
She slowed as she read it, but didn't stop. She soon reached them and I heard a thud as her purse hit the ground. Some of the guys, slightly pissed, were already checking out the sluttishly dressed girl and as soon as she began to reach down, they nudged their mates and began to wolf whistle and cheer.
Some of them yelled out propositions and I was tempted to text her to do as they asked, but it was a little too public here. I urged her to continue her walk and she did so, eagerly. The lads continued their calls to her, calling her a dirty slag when she didn't come back.
The next proposition you get, you will do. I texted her as we went around the next corner. I saw her nod slowly. Making her perform with strangers was something I had never succeeded at before but she knew what the reward would be. Master's cock. Her favourite cock.
I saw a single guy walking towards us now and I texted her to lift the front of her dress for him. She did so, showing off her smooth pussy. He stopped to watch as she walked past. I had hoped he might make her an offer, but he was clearly too stunned.
We were approaching the last corner now. On this corner is a popular, well known restaurant that is part of a large franchise.
If there is anyone sat in the window, stop, flash your pussy at them. Five second count.
I saw her look back at me, she looked worried. The restaurant was still open, even at this time of night, (it was approaching 1am) and on a Saturday night, it would obviously be busy. The first table she walked past was occupied. A guy and a woman in there mid thirties. As instructed, she walked over to the window and lifted her skirt. The woman saw her first and looked shocked. The guy turned to see what had horrified her and his face lit up as he stared at her snatch. The woman seemed annoyed at this and stormed off, after slapping the man. He came out of the restaurant and approached Sam, looking very angry. He began to rant at her, saying that was the first date he had been on in months and that Sam had ruined it. I sent her another text.
Offer to make it up to him.
She read it and began to speak, very quietly and nervously. Hesitating.
"You what?!" he raved. "What are you saying you stupid fucking bitch??"
Do it or you will never have my cock again. I texted.
"L-let me make it up to you?" She offered meekly.
"What? How you gonna do that for fucks sake?!" He snapped.
Sam looked over the road at an alleyway between two shops and took the man's hand, leading him over to it. He went quite willingly, obviously figuring out her plan, even if it was surprisingly shocking. Even I couldn't believe she was going to do this! Once they were in the alley, I moved over to the alley's entrance and hid behind some bins, peering down. Good girl, she hadn't gone too far and she had found a spot under a light. she had already squatted down and was pulling the man's jeans down. He seemed to have quietened down now and was instead, peering around nervously.
Until his cock was in her mouth. I heard the low groan come from him as she worked on him.
Two minutes, by my count. That's all it took for her to make him cum. She swallowed it all up and left him in the alley alone. I saw the look on her face as she walked past me. A mixture of shock in herself and extreme arousal. I was tempted to have her go back to that gang of lads at the bar. I think she might have let them all fuck her at that point.
Head for home, slut. I texted her. The walk back wasn't too long and, as we turned into the last street that my work's alley was on, I texted her one last time.
Take off your vest and drop it. There was a slight hesitation at this. She could see the opening to the alleyway but there was a good thirty metres to go. Her phone beeped again. You really wanna quit now? After all this and you won't have me?
The top came off and she flung it over her shoulder. She did a little twirl, showing me she was completely topless. Her little titties jiggling as she did so. Sadly, she reached the alley before she had any more encounters. But even so, that had been some adventure.
"How are you feeling slut?" I asked her as she got to her knees again before me.
"Dirty, master." She replied. "I feel like a cheap whore. I can't believe I did all that..."
"Do you know why you feel like that?" I asked her again. She stopped and thought for a moment and then she looked at me, a look of dawning realisation on her face.
"Because I am just a cheap whore, Master." She replied, a smile coming to her lips. "Thank you for showing me this. I love you master!"
I returned the smile and unfastened my pants, dropping them to the floor. My hard cock sprang out, almost slapping her in the face.
"You done good my slut." I said. "Take your reward."
And take it she did. Like a pro!
All names in this story have been changed to protect identities. Enjoy! :)
I have been going out with my girlfriend, Phoebe for almost a year and I always thought she was perfect. Beautiful, smart, kind and the sex was amazing. She is the sort of girl who always seems to be up for new experiences. I was happy. Anyway, one night we had a little discussion about fantasies. She knew pretty much everything about me as I am very open, but I knew little about hers. Over the next few nights, I had some very interesting wanks while talking to her. She revealed her orc fetish and slight, sexual crush on a guy that frequently comes into her work. She says he looks like Thor from the comics, so we now refer to him as Thor-Guy. She told me in great detail what she would like him to do to her, if she was single and this made me very aroused. She told me about other guys she knew, who she would have sex with, again, if she was single.
We also discussed my fantasies of having a girl acting sluttish and she seemed interested. She asked me to tell her more so I started slow. The first thing I liked, was having a girl "accidentally" reaveling herself. Perhaps not everything, but more than was decent. This could be from wearing a skirt in windy weather, to wearing a blouse that could burst open at any given moment showing off a lot of cleavage. Phoebe then told me that the thought of doing this kind of thing was a turn on for her. She liked having men look at her sexually and she enjoyed having the power to turn them down. She has me after all! We talked about this long and hard and a few nights later, she told me it had happened at work. While she was talking to her supervisor in the shop she works at, two of her blouse buttons had come undone, showing a lot of underboob to the guy! She told me how he had stared quite blatantly, obviously shocked and we both got ourselves off to this and her suggestion of trying to make it happen in front of Thor-Guy!
The other thing we spoke in great lengths about were vibrating panties, of which I would be in control of. I liked this idea and we decided we would get some for her next visit. Finally, the big fantasy. In this fantasy, we would go to a pub, or bar one night. I would go in first and call her, on my hands free set for my phone. She would have hers in, discreetly hidden by her sexy long, reddish hair and would come in when I told her to. She would then sit down alone, with a drink and smile at the first guy that she saw checking her out. She would do this until one of them came over to her and then she would flirt with them, and see how dirty she could make the chat. Of course, after a while I would turn up and she would leave with me.
Finally, I decided to make fantasy into a reality.
She came up to visit me for the week, we live three hundred miles apart, and one night she seemed extra aroused. I grinned at her, also horny.
"Wanna have some fun, princess?" I asked with a grin.
"Hehehe, yes!" She replied, expecting me to simply kiss her and fuck her. Oh no, I got up off the bed and retrieved a bag from a draw.
"Try these on." I said. She opened the bag curiously, and squealed when she peered in, pulling a pair of vibrating panties from within. "Go on."
She stripped off quickly and slipped the rather none descript knickers on. The cut was nice, showing plenty of ass but it couldn't be a thong, as there needed to be enough material to hold in the vibrating mechanism. No sooner had she got them on, did I press the button on the remote. She almost doubled over with shock, gasping and letting out a soft moan of pleasure.
"Good?" I asked, smiling.
"Oh yeah... fuck yeah..." She replied, smiling back.
"good, now... put these on too." I said, pulling some clothing from her suitcase. They consisted of a white blouse I knew was rather tight on her. She has massive tits and this blouse really emphasised them. I also passed her a skirt that was short without being too short and a white bra, that had a nice low cut. "And some sexy heels."
She selected a pair of black shoes with a heel that showed her legs off.
"I love playing dress up with you." She chuckled. "Who are we going to be tonight?"
I smirked. "Our selves. I think we should go for a walk, maybe a drink?"
Phoebe looked a little shocked. She had suggested the fantasy of taking her out with the vibro-pants on and she looked a little nervous now. I gave her a jolt and she shuddered.
"Yeah, Ok... Maybe I could do with a drink." She said finally.
I suggested a pub that required a little walking along the promenade and made hints as to the gentle flashing fantasy. Another jolt of the panties had her agreeing excitedly.
I decided to make the walk as interesting as possible for her. She was still rather shy so I wouldn't push her too much to start with. We headed straight for the lower prom and began walking. There were plenty of people around, most of the guys turning to check out my smoking hot girl, her large tits bouncing around and her sexy legs on display. Further around though, the amount of people dwindled, cutting down to small groups of fishermen. These also couldn't resist having a sly and occasionally, not so sly perv on Phoebe. She was enjoying the attention though.
When we reached a large gap between the groups, I stopped and started kissing her, touching her up and rubbing myself against her. I could tell by the way she returned the kisses, she was quite aroused herself.
"I want you to walk on ahead." I said. "Put your earphones in and listen to my commands."
She grinned. "Really? Hehe, well, ok."
She did as I asked less apprehensively than I had expected. She put in her earphones and I called her up. She answered it, then started to walk on.
"Swing those hips as you walk." I said. She did so and this motion caused her skirt to bounce up. Although it didn't show everything, it did show off the top of her legs and occasionally the lower part of her pert ass. "Good. Keep it up as you walk past this next group."
She did so and walking a little way behind her, I could see the group of three fishermen, all middle-aged, turning to stare. I pretended to be engrossed in my phone, my own earphones in, so that I could hear what they were saying.
"Damn! You see that?" The first one said.
"Fine piece of ass!" said the second.
"All alone too... I'm sure my cock would keep her company!"
I chuckled, aroused at how they spoke about her. We kept this up for a little while longer until we were almost ready to leave the prom. All the while I related to her the things that were said. Before long, there was just one last group to pass.
"Princess, as you go past these, drop your purse. Bend at the hips it pick it up!" I said.
"Hehe, alright." She replied. I could hear the excitement building in her voice.
Phoebe quickly drew alongside them, walking past as she had done with the previous groups, swinging her hips and drawing their attention. There were five guys this time. Teenagers and a couple of older guys. Her purse hit the floor with a clonk. This alone would have caused them to turn around, if they hadn't already been staring hard at her, making those scrunched up "I'd fuck that" faces that guys do!
"Oops!" I head her say, followed by a short, soft giggle. She stopped and bent over at the hips, reaching down slowly to pick up her purse again. As I said before, her panties weren't small, but they were tight and showed off much of her lower ass cheeks. These lucky bastards saw it all.
"Fuck me!" I heard at least two of them exclaim. A third, black teen, maybe 15 years old and cocky as hell called out. "Hey baby, why don't you stay down there so I can park my cock!?"
She glanced up at him, eyebrows raised.
"Turn him down, flirtily." I said.
"Aww, sorry hun." She smiled. "That actually sounds fun, but I'm in a rush!"
She winked at the k** then turned and flounced off, her skirt bouncing like crazy as the group stared wide-eyed at her. She turned off the promenade there and waited for me to catch up.
"Enjoy that?" I asked her. She didn't reply but launched herself at me, sticking her tongue down my throat and groping at my already hard cock. I pushed her away after a moment, laughing. "Hey, save that up princess for later."
She looked frustrated but I walked on, not giving her chance to respond. She caught me up and we arrived at the pub a short while later. I stopped her before we went in.
"Remember our other fun game we wanted to try out?" I asked her. She cocked her head, thinking. "The one where you get hit on by a stranger?"
"Oh! Yes?" She asked. I could see the gleam in her eyes and I am certain she knew what was coming. "Well, you wait here. Get your head set on again and I'll call you when I have scouted the place."
The smile on her face at that moment will stay with me forever. I saw her sit on a pub bench as I went inside. I gave her a good buzz with the panties as I stepped inside and heard her shocked groan of excitement. So did an old couple that walked past. They looked at her as she doubled over, groaning like a whore. The woman looked at her in disgust but her husband was grinning.
The inside of the pub was quite quiet. A few people were in there, drinking and eating but they were well spaced out. There was sufficient noise to cover up me talking into my phone but not so loud as I couldn't hear what was coming back. I chose a seat in a booth in the corner that gave me a good view of the whole pub. I glanced around those present then grinned. A face grinned back at me.
I had had this planned. Phoebe was expecting to have to wait for some random guy to hit on her, but I had arranged for her to have some company. This particular company was someone I knew a long time ago, but recently got talking to on Facebook again. It turned out he was a fellow pervert and we had spent many a night trading pics of girls we knew and jerking off. We had even met up a couple of times for the same purpose. The pictures of Phoebe were his favourite and so naturally, I thought of him when I decided to act out this fantasy.
"Ok, Princess, come on in. When you do. Turn left and find a set over in that far corner."
A moment later, she walked in. She made her way to the bar, glancing around, and ordered herself a white wine. She paid and then headed to where I had told her to, sat herself down and glanced around casually. My friend Matt started to smile at her. She smiled back.
"You got one?" I asked.
"Yeah." She mumbled back, taking a drink.
"You like?"
"He's cute."
"Ok, reel him in. From now on, I'll either give you commands, or ask you yes/no questions. Tap your glass once for yes, twice for no. Understand?" I saw her tap her glass once. Good.
She continued to smile at Matt, biting her lip. On most women, that was a good sign they were interested. On Phoebe, it was damn well boner-inducing! Matt took the hint and, picking up his own drink, he moved over to her.
"Hey there." He said, smiling. "Er, mind if I join you?"
"Please do." Phoebe replied, her smile growing as she looked up at him through her lashes.
This was going great. I had filled Matt in on exactly what would be happening. That way, if he saw the wire going to her ear he could ignore it. I had also told him to build up the topic of chat to be as rude as he could before she decided to end it and signal me to come get her. She had always expressed a "no touching" rule. It would be only chat and a little teasing. But she was very turned on, so... I wanted to see what would happen.
"So, what you up to?" Matt asked her. I could see on his face that he was a little nervous.
"Just killing time." Phoebe replied.
"Cool. I have to ask, do you have a boyfriend?" Matt pressed. This was an interesting question. I would feel a little shocked if she said no, but if she said yes, it might scare any other guy away.
"Yeah, I do." She said. I was glad she hadn't denied me, but I was worried how Matt would react. I needn't have worried. She continued. "But... he isn't here."
"Wow, he lets such a beautiful girl out on her own?" Matt said, the flattery starting.
"Yeah he does. He trusts me." Phoebe smiled.
"Is he right to?"
"Well, so far..." she gave him a little wink, smiling wickedly as she took a drink.
The conversation continued like so for a little while, simply small talk I won't bore you with. I could see him checking her out as they chatted. I asked her if she had noticed and she tapped her glass once. I asked her if she liked it. One tap. Was it turning her on? One tap.
"Pretend to get something from your purse on the floor. Lean down and unfasten a button on your blouse." I told her.
She didn't respond, simply bit her lip as she nodded at what he was saying. After a little hesitation, she excused herself, leaned down behind the privacy of the table and unflicked the button. Now, the blouse had been showing off a lot of cleavage to start with but this extra inch, when she sat up again, gave Matt a massive eyeful. I told her to lean forward as he spoke and she did so. Even from where I was sat, I could see deeply. Matt told me later, he could see right down to her stomach!
They had been discussing Matt's lack of girlfriend for the last couple of years. I knew this was a lie. I had seen her personal pictures before. In fact, Matt himself had jerked me off to them! She was being sympathetic, asking how he coped being so lonely and that it must be awful to be so unsatisfied. He agreed, telling her that he was so constantly excited that he had a near-permanent hard-on. She giggled at this, saying that he must get that sorted soon! He told her that it was a shame she was spoken for.
"Well, I did say he wasn't here..." She winked.
He laughed. "Oh? You offering to treat my condition?"
"Maybe, depends how badly afflicted you are. You might need a full diagnosis." She giggled.
"Hmm. Fancy examining the affected area, sweetheart?" he grinned. Phoebe went quiet, taking a large sip from her glass. I know she hadn't wanted it to go this far.
"Say yes." I told her. A moment or two went past.
"Alright then." She said, her voice low and breathy.
I saw Matt reach under the table and fiddle with the front of his pants. Was he going to do it here? I was quite surprised when a moment later, he pulled out his cock. I had seen it before, of course. Even played with it and it was a decent size. It looked bigger now though. He must be really excited.
"Ok nurse, have a look."
I saw her hesitate again.
"Look under the table." I told her.
She leaned down as if going to her purse again, but this time, she looked back under the table to see Matt stroking his cock. I heard her gasp.
"Do you like it?" I asked. "Cough instead of tap."
She coughed. Once.
Phoebe sat up straight again, leaning forward to give him a good view. She was blushing heavily.
"Wow." She said. "You do look as if you need to be taken care of!"
They continued to talk again, the flirting becoming far more sexual now.
"Do you want to touch it?" I asked. She tapped twice. "Be honest princess. I don't mind."
One tap.
"Reach under the table and stroke him." I said.
Slowly, I saw her arm disappear below her as she reached out to grasp the hard cock. I saw Matt gasp now, and smile wide as she stroked it.
"Oh my god..." he moaned.
"Talk to him about it." I said to her. "Tell him what you think of it. Be honest."
"It feels so hard..." She said, her voice a whisper. "And it looks so sexy... I-I'm so wet right now."
I hadn't expected that. It sounded way too natural to be simple flirting. I found I was getting aroused and began to rub myself under the table, through my pants.
"Ask him if he wants to touch your tits." I told her.
"Would you like to stroke these?" She asked him, looking him square in the eye. "Maybe it will help."
Matt didn't need telling twice. He reached over and pushed his hand into her blouse, squeezing and fondling her boobs. I gave a blast on the pantie remote, causing her to moan and gasp. Matt didn't know about the panties and I saw the smile on his face as he believed that was his doing.
"Tell him you want him to fuck you." I said. I saw her eyes snap to me. This was way past the limits of what she had said she would do. The look in her eyes told me everything. She wanted Matt in her. But she didn't want to cheat on me. "It's fine princess. You can thank me later."
"You know... I think you will need more than this." She cooed to him.
"Oh yeah? Like what? This feels pretty amazing already."
I said to her, "There is an alley out back. Take him there."
"Well, come with me, I'll show you." She said, pulling her hand back and picking up her purse. She stood up and walked from the pub. Matt got up quickly, stuffing his dick away. A few of the guys in the pub grinned at him, calling him a lucky bastard. It seems they had seen her little performance.
I followed behind.
"Honey, are you sure you're ok with this?" She whispered to me.
"Yeah. I didn't think I would be... but if you really want him in you?" I said.
"I really want you in me." She said.
"You can have me after, Princess." I said.
"Ok. Well, if this turns you on, I can thank you by being your slave tonight and you can thank me by fucking me into a c***!" She giggled.
"Deal."
Matt caught was walking behind her. My phone vibrated. It was a text off Matt. You sure you're ok with this dude? It said. I texted back. Yeah, fuck her good. Just remember, I want a go on either your girl, or your s****r ;)
Matt looked back briefly and nodded, before catching her up just as she entered the alley. Phoebe led him down the alley and around the corner, stopping by a lamp post. She turned and leaned back against the wall, grabbing Matt by his tshirt and pulling him down to kiss her. I should mention now that Phoebe is a little over five foot, while Matt is about six foot three. The kissing didn't last long. It wasn't needed. She got to her knees and unfastened his pants, his still hard cock flopping out.
"Oh god, I want this so bad..." She moaned, stroking it before her face. She grinned up at him as she slowly took it into her mouth.
I had positioned myself around the corner, peering round to watch. Seeing my girl with another guy's cock in her mouth was the strangest turn on ever. A mixture of excitement of seeing her being so slutty and jealousy. I was very turned on. I got my own dick out and began to stroke it. By now, she was taking almost his full length into her mouth, gagging ever so slightly as she tried to enjoy more of it. She moaned and groaned, gasped and grunted. I didn't even need the headset to hear the sucking noises.
"Oh fuck..." Matt was saying. "Oh fuck yeah.... Shit... don't make me come just yet!"
Phoebe giggled and stood up, turning her back to him as she pulled down her panties.
"It's all yours hun." She said.
Matt leaned down, bending at the knees so that he was the right height, then pushed his cock into her soaking pussy. She gasped loudly, exclaiming how amazing and big he was. He pushed into her a few times then, wrapping his arms around her thighs, straightened his legs, lifting her from the floor. She cried out in surprise and pleasure, placing her hands on the wall to keep her from falling. He fucked her hard while I jerked off, hidden around the corner. Sadly, his excitement got the better of him.
"I need to cum..." he gasped.
I said to Phoebe. "Tell him to cum on your tits. Get them out for him."
"Jizz on my tits hun." She groaned.
Matt let her down, sliding out of her pussy. I heard her groan as he came free. She positioned herself on her knees in front of him, unfastening and opening her blouse and pulling her bra down, exposing 32DD breasts. Matt instantly started rubbing is dick furiously while Phoebe knelt before him, holding her tits together and opening her mouth, her head tilted back slightly. It wasn't long before he came and fuck, there was a lot! He coated her tits and a lot went in her mouth too. I was surprised to see her swallow it. She had never done that before.
I told her. "Clean him up and thank him."
She took his softening cock in her hand and began to lick it, sucking the excess cum from him.
"Mmm.. thanks sweetie. That was amazing!" She giggled.
Matt grinned, gasping and took something from his pocket and passed it to her. He then turned and left the alley, pulling his pants up. As he rounded the corner, he fist bumped me, smiling.
A moment later, I went over to join her.
"Did he see you?" She asked, looking concerned.
"Nah, I hid behind the bins." I replied.
"Good. Got a tissue?" She asked me, indicating to her sperm covered tits.
"No heh, just leave it like that. Fasten it up and wear that jizz with pride like a true slut." I laughed.
She winked and lifted her left breast, licking a large glob of the cum off.
"Mmm..." She moaned . " I really wanna try yours now."
"You can when we get back and you've showered." I said. "Oh, what was that he passed you?"
She lifted her hand, showing me a card. It looked like a business card with Matt's name and phone number on it.
"And what will you do with that?" I asked.
With a grin she slipped it into her purse.
"Memento." She said.
"Hmm.. . Will you call him?" I asked, a little concerned.
Phoebe giggled. "Maybe... as long as you're there to watch me being a slut."
