Sarah had just given the performance of her life, in horror and humiliating public view of a very exclusive All Hallows Eve party. Although the other party members seemed to be fine with it and themselves less inhibited as the night wore on. Oh the mortifying shame of it as others passed by their table patting Rick on the back and winking at her openly was... was... a bit... exciting really.
Never had she done anything like this. Something strange had taken over her body and it would not be denied. It was like... like... Rick was enjoying her shameful behavior. Thinking about it was difficult as her pussy caught fire again and again forcing her to clench her thighs tightly.
Looking around it would seem that a man who could tolerate her deviant behavior had been only happy to accompany a slut to this party. She glanced at him. He was carrying on a perfectly respectable looking conversation with a colleague of his from work. That's when it occurred to her. He meant for her to be stimulated, seduced and displayed.
She was nothing more than a toy, a plaything, a trophy for his friends to see and lust after. He probably felt the big man bringing her to orgasm in front of everyone. She tried to get angry but her belly was knotting up and her nipples growing rigid by the second. He knew what he was doing. Wasn't it obvious he felt her true sluttish behavior even before she was aware of it?
He'd picked a real peach this time. She was ripe to give him a demonstration at the drop of a hat. Any thoughts of marriage were quickly squashed. She was rapidly getting pissed. If only this damn twitching hot cunt of hers would cool down.
She reached for his glass, thinking he was distracted enough by his friend not to notice. One piece... one piece of ice.
His hand came down on her wrist like a vice. Still conversing as if nothing had happened, he didn't even glance in her direction. She tried to wiggle her hand loose. It wasn't going to happen. Her fingers began to tingle from loss of blood. When she relaxed so did his grip.
The conversation wound down and the other man left the table with a good bye and nod in her direction. Good... she was ready to stare daggers into Rick. That was until he turned his full attention on HER.
His eyes met hers. Something had changed... something vital. Sarah felt like a doe caught in the headlights. The hard look she saw had her backing up mentally, changing gears, and oh... my... god... soaking her seat.
He moved her hand from the table and placed it squarely on his cock. Her fingers jerked in reaction to the full knowledge of his size. His eyes bore down on her, his obvious hunger for her washed over her in waves so thick she felt her pussy clinch. She trembled in response to him.
"Now my little cum pet look what you've done," he whispered huskily. "Before you can have the ice you want badly enough to steal, you will take care of me. Fair wouldn't you say?" Bringing to fore how he'd taken care of her three times tonight, she blushed furiously.
"Y...y...yes." It came out in a dry croak.
"I'm sorry pet. I didn't quite catch that," he purred and handed her a fresh martini.
She began to turn her head to take a sip but he took her chin in his fingers and brought it back so that she was forced to look at him as she drank. He waited. She cleared her throat.
And in a voice she couldn't believe was her own, a low throaty husky sound.
"Yes sir. It is time I took care of you."
His smile was like a rush of sweet rare wine to her heated body. She was mesmerized, he could ask anything and she would gladly give it to him. He lifted the table cloth in front of her. She looked around anxiously. Then she slid beneath the table to her knees.
He felt her wiggling around getting into position between his legs. He made room for her and felt her timid hands sliding up his thighs. She was probably making a puddle on the floor. He snickered. It was cut short by the feel of her lips pressing a hot moist kiss directly on his throbbing cock through his trousers.
He sucked in his breath and gripped the table edge. She was fumbling with his zipper. Zip... zip... zip. Fingers searched his manhood and pulled the massive hardon from its hiding place. He felt the coolness of the air brushing past it.
He grabbed his drink and hurriedly downed a gulp. The second stole his breath and choked the shit out him as he felt Sarah's tentative tongue touch him. His friend quickly moved back to the table and handed him a napkin.
"OK dude?"
"Ye...ah... yeah," choke, cough, cough, choke. "Thanks." He held up the napkin and nodded. The guy must have taken that as an invitation because he called for another drink and sat down on the far side of the table.
"So where's that lovely dish you had by your side?"
"She is... taking care of something for me."
