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Warning:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The following
story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains
descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex
stories upset you, DO NOT read any further. If it is illegal in your
location, DO NOT read it.
This is a copyrighted work. Copyright by rewue76 A.T. aol.com.
Reposting or any other use of it is strictly prohibited without the
express, written, permission of the author.
Disclaimer: All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to
anyone, either alive or dead, is purely coincidental.
Jane – Chapter 2
My fingers rubbed slower and harder across my clit and I could feel the
panties getting wet. Thoughts were running in my mind, should I, could I?
What will he want me to do? Can I do it?
All this time I was thinking my fingers were turning my panties into a
mess. In a voice filled with husky passion I told him that I wanted to be his
slut tonight and I would do as he asked.
“OK great, now slow down you horny little cunt. If you come I’ll take that
dress off you and make you walk home.” He had a big grin on his face. “We
are going to a restaurant that we have never been before. You are going to
do exactly what you are told to do when I tell you to do it. No bullshit or the
punishment will be severe. Understand Cunt?”
“Yes Sir.”
My finger slowed to stop the orgasm that I could feel building. I could see
that getting to the restaurant was going to be hard without coming but the
prospect of losing my dress would keep that in check, even though I knew he
wouldn’t do that to me…….. I hoped.
As he drove and I played with myself he laid out my new rules tonight. I
was to obey all his commands immediately. I had to address him and every
other person we met tonight respectfully, Sir or Maam, except when
Amanda was present. I was not allowed to cross my legs or let my knees
come within 1 foot of each other when I was sitting. I was to look every man
we met right in the eye and smile.
“Pull that dress up so I can see you play with your cunt.” His words were
sharp, demanding, with an edge that I had never thought I would hear
outside the bedroom. I complied by pulling the dress up above my waist and
returning my hand to rubbing my clit. Sitting in the car with my dress
bunched up around my waist and my panties soaked had my brain running in
circles. What if someone sees me? I shouldn’t do this in public. What if
Amanda finds out? She will think horrible things of me. What about my
mom? Oh god my parents will have a stroke….. The humiliation of the
situation was somehow adding to my excitement. The wetness was easily
seen through the thin material of the panties.
“Do a good job on that cunt. I want you so horny by the time we get there
you want to cum for the whole restaurant.”
By the time we got close to our destination my juices had gotten the seat
wet. You could easily smell the sex in the air.
“We are almost there. For wearing that wrap you are going to get your first
taste of punishment. I am going to pull up to the Valet. Don’t you move or
shift that dress and keep that hand busy until I tell you to stop. Got it slut?”
“Yes Sir” was what I said but inside my head I was screaming Oh My
God!!! I can’t let them see me like this!!! I could feel the blood rush to my
face and I was sure that no one could be any more humiliated than I was at
that moment. The worst part was the walls of my vagina were pulsing and I
felt the gush of my juices. Orgasm was so close and he somehow sensed
this.
“Remember slut, do not come or you will really be sorry.”
A large moan escaped my throat as I choked back the orgasm that
threatened to explode out of me. At that point I could not even speak. The
emotion was so high I just nodded yes to his command. My fingers seemed
to have a life of their own as they strummed my clit, rolling it in between
and squeezing ever so tight. I could feel the blood pulse harder as he pulled
into the parking lot.
“Don’t stop. I’ll tell you when. You are going to show the valet how wet
that cute little thong is. He is going to get a good, long look at your cunt.
Just remember this. Every time you don’t obey me it’s going to be worse for
you.”
A young man stepped out of the door of the restaurant and moved quickly
toward Joe’s car door. I know he could see the lust in my face. This made
me blush harder. His eyes never left me as he got closer. My face kept
getting redder as his eyes traveled down my body. When he finally got the
point where he could see all of me his feet seemed to get stuck to the
pavement. His jaw dropped as he looked at my fingers playing with my
panties. Joe was smiling from ear to ear and I could feel the blush extending
down my chest. Thinking back to my instructions I kept rubbing and
pinching my clit. I didn’t need anything worse than this. The guy was
younger, maybe 23 or 24 and he couldn’t seem to reach the door. He just
looked at my fingers playing with my crotch. Joe let him stand them for
what seemed to be an eternity to me before opening the door. He feigned
surprise as he turned and looked back at me.
“Honey stop that!!” He turned to the guy and said, “She’s so horny I can’t
keep up. Tell you what take care of my car and she will give you a treat
when we come out. Sound good?”
His smile grew as wide as Joe’s was, “Yes Sir!!”
“Honey sit up and straighten your dress, stop playing with that cunt, get
over here and say hello to the nice young man.” My humiliation was
complete I got out and walked over to where they were standing. Extending
my hand I looked him in the eye and smiled, my nipples were so hard they
were poking straight out and plainly visible. His eyes never left them. He
shook my hand and said “Thanks for the view Maam.”
All I could think to say was “Your welcome Sir.”
“Come on Slut. Let’s go eat.”
I took Joe’s arm as we walked to the restaurant. “Good job slut. He liked
looking at you play with your cunt. Did you like him watching? Joe cut me
off before I could answer. “I hope you did because I promised him a good
show when we come back. Maybe you will suck him off behind the parking
lot. I haven’t decided yet.”
Joe was grinning from ear to ear and when he said I might have to perform
when we get done with dinner I felt the air escape my lungs in a huge
whoosh. I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
“You like that huh Cunt?” He said still smiling. I couldn’t gather enough
air to answer him properly. My yes sir just came out as 2 squeaks.
“Now remember all your rules and follow orders exactly as you hear them
or you will be on your back in that lot fucking every Valet in this joint.
Understand?”
The thought of that happening to me was enough to force me back to
reality. I gathered my strength and lifted my head, “Yes Sir I understand.”
“Now relax and have fun with it. Make sure to stick those tits out. I want
every person in the restaurant to see those nipples poke right through that
dress. Make sure that cunt stays wet too. Once we get seated you get that
hand back in there and get busy.”
The thought of all of this came crashing down on me. Masturbating in a
public place brought me to a blinding halt.
“Joe, I can’t do that in public. We could go to jail. Too many people will
see me.”
He grabbed my arm and pulled me around the side of the building, “Look
cunt you had your chance to back out. You chose to continue. And don’t
feed me that bullshit anyway. I saw your face when that kid got a look at
what you were doing in the car. You loved it. You almost came right there.
Being that you have done well so far and we are new to this I will take it
easy tonight. But make no mistake you do as you’re told. If I tell you to
finger fuck your ass on Main Street, you do it. If you don’t you get punished,
big time. Tomorrow if you want to stop, we stop. But tonight you gave up
your right to choose. Are you clear?”
His strength of conviction brought a fire to his eyes I had not seen in a long
time. He seemed so large and dominating to me at that moment I would have
gone streaking down the road if he told me too.
“Yes Joe …umm Sir I’m sorry it’s just so new to me and I got
scared………”
He cut off my speech with a touch on his finger to my lips and pulling me
into a tight embrace he held me for what seemed like forever.
“I’m sorry too sweetie. I know this is a lot and I love you for doing it. I
promise not to go too far. OK? But you agreed to this and you have to live
with it for tonight.”
I looked up at him with a new found sense of love and trust. This man
would never cause me harm. “I love you, Sir.”
He beamed at the Sir and said, “I love you too Slut. Now are we good?
Let’s head in.”
Sticking my chest out as far as I could, I moved toward the door with my
Master. I was determined that I would do the very best I could to follow his
orders, no matter what. He would take care of me. He would always be there
to love me.
Most of those thoughts went out the window when he opened the door. I felt
like every head in the place turned to stare at me. I was sure that the host
could smell my arousal as he checked our reservation. I did my best to stand
tall and let them see my hard nipples. Several of the women looked at me
with contempt as we were escorted to our table, thankfully a booth near the
back out of the view of most of the rest of the room.
“I watched a couple of the guys faces slut. I think your tits are a hit. Make
sure that anyone that comes close gets a good look.”
Joe’s statement made me blush a deeper shade of crimson then I thought
possible.
“Oh and did you forget, get those fingers in that cunt. Now! I want you so
wet that our waiter can smell it.”
I slipped my hand under the table and ran my nail across my clit again on
the way down. I was horrified to find that I was so wet it was getting on my
thighs. I had never been this turned on in my life. I wanted to come so badly.
Yet I knew I could never come while sitting here. My mind would not allow
it. But my body wanted it worse than anything it had ever wanted before.
Joe sat watching me and smiling. He seemed to really be enjoying my
show, me on the other hand, as trying to be as discrete as possible so that no
one would notice. Our waiter seemed nice, extra attentive to be sure. Most of
the time he was at the table his eyes were glued to my nipples. I’m not really
sure how he got the order right but he did. By the time the food came my
body had reached the point of no return, begging for release.
“Sir please, may I stop playing with my cunt?” I was begging as I would die
of shame if I really did come here. Joe looked at me thoughtfully for a
moment and smiled.
“OK slut you want to make a deal?”
“Anything Sir please I’m begging you.”
“Alright, reach under the table and pull those panties off, right here, hand
them to me and you can stop playing with your cunt all during dinner. Do it
now.”
I was so relieved that I could not move fast enough to do this. My cunt was
crying for release and soon enough it would have won out. Besides no one
could see that I wasn’t wearing panties, no big deal right? Lifting my hips I
slid them off as easily as I could and handed them under the table to Joe.
“Thank you Sir.” As my heart rate started to slow, I thought I might be able
to get through dinner easily now.
“Open your legs more I want to feel how wet you are.” He said as his hand
traveled over my thigh and up toward my crotch. His face got a startled look
as he reach the tops of my stocking and felt the wetness begin.
“God woman have you ever been this wet?”
“No Sir.”
“Did you pee yourself? Or is that your cunt juice?”
Humiliated at the thought of saying it but I was to far gone to stop, “My
cunt juice Sir.”
“I am beginning to think that you were made for this slut, a bondage slut, a
butt slut, now a humiliation slut.”
I had no way to defend myself, sitting here almost naked in a public place,
with my juices running down my thighs and my nipples trying to poke holes
in my dress. This was the horniest that I had ever been in my life. If we had
been alone I would have ripped his clothes off and did him right there on the
table. Slave or no slave, I wanted to be fucked badly. Sadly on the heels of
that thought came one more, and I hope he has enough stamina to fuck my
ass after. That thought brought another wave of humiliation to the surface.
My god I am a butt slut. What has happened to me? As all these thoughts
were running around in my mind. I was in another lust fogged world. Joe
snapped me back as the waiters arrived with our food.
“Dear you OK?”
Answering with all the stability I had left, “Yes Sir I was just day
dreaming.”
I looked down at the table as the waiter was serving my food and to my
horror I saw that Joe had put my panties on the table on the other side in
plain view of anyone that got close to the table.
To Be Continued…….
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