"So here's what you're gonna do. He's gonna come in, get what he needs from me, and leave. You'll stand right there, don't say anything. He'll probably try and talk to you, and I'll be like, 'don't worry about her.' Then he'll leave, and pull out the driveway, and you're going to stand right there in that window and flash him for about five seconds. Okay?"
I grin. He'll have fun with it, so I'll have fun with it. "Yes sir," I smile, "do you want me to make eye contact? Should I stare at him? Should I look at the floor? Should I look at you?"
He considers a moment. "No eye contact. Look down."
I nod, and toss my clothes back on. I leave my bra, and my hard nipples are obvious through the t-shirt.
Before long, headlights shine outside. I take my place next to the sink, absentmindedly playing with my hair, chewing my lip, and staring at the floor.
I stay like that while Master's friend walks in, has his conversation, and leaves, glancing at me once.
As he walks out the door, I move to in front of the window. I put my back to it, and remove my shirt, and watch my Master's face as he flicks on the light and watches me slide my sweats off, glance outside, and turn, running a hand between my legs and the other up to my nipple.
The light shuts off, and the car sitting outside pulls forward. Master's phone starts buzzing, and he starts laughing. I don't hear a "good girl," but I know I got one.
We migrate upstairs, and Master sits down to play Xbox. I chew my lip and ask if I might suck on his balls. He considers a moment and pulls his shorts off, and I grin and wiggle between his legs.
My new favorite sound is Master's quick intake of breath as I take his cock deep, touching my nose to his stomach on every stroke, trying to hide his pleasure from the other guys listening in on his headset.
From that point, I take it as a challenge, worrying my tongue all over his balls, loving the taste of him, sucking one, then both into my mouth, glancing up at him, then kissing the tip of his cock, enjoying his precum. He smiles down at me, and I know he's struggling to multitask. "Want me to stop?" I whisper. He shakes his head. That's definitely a no.
He dies on-screen, and sets his controller aside. I lean back, spread my legs, and stare at my Master while I rub my soaked fingers over my clit. He strokes his cock, watching me, and leans over.
I don't stop rubbing my pussy as Master rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I bite my lip and glance at him, but his eyes are on my body as he smacks my small breast, and I have to control my moans. I push my chest forward while Master slaps my tit, massaging my clit and pussy that's getting wetter by the second.
He speaks into his headset. "Hey, JC, if you finish decently on this one I'm probably going to get off. I have some other responsibilities to take care of."
I'm trembling.
Soon Master shuts off his game, and turns on music, nothing too loud, just something in the background. And Sir, I now think of you WHENEVER I hear Pony by Ginuwine.
I lay on the high bed, and Master climbs on it before me. He pulls my legs apart, and they almost instinctively wrap around his waist.