The first hint this wasn’t going to be a normal evening was the outfit I picked for you. A very short skirt and low cut top, with no underwear. I had you try it on well before the guests arrived, and seeing you wearing such a tiny outfit had my cock hardening in my jeans. Without even needing asked, you dropped to your knees and undid my belt. You smiled up at me and asked if I liked the outfit, as my cock bounced against your cheek.
Instead of answering I gripped your hair and you obediently sucked my cock. I was gentle so as to not ruin your makeup, but you let yourself gag and moan as my thick cock filled your throat. I came quickly and you swallowed. We both had to be ready for our guests arriving, there was no time to waste on a long blowjob. You hopped to your feet and kissed my cheek, and I slapped your ass as you went to finish getting ready..
We had been correct to hurry, as only twenty minutes later there was a knock on the door. As instructed, you went to the door and opened it: two of my school buddies. I knew they’d be perving on your body, and I also knew you’d feel shy and exposed. You brought them to the kitchen and I greeted them too, and told them to take a seat. I nodded at you and you fetched them both beers. One of them joked, “You’ve got her well trained!” and I could see your cheeks burning.
Three more friend arrived, all my friends and all men. They sprawled across the sofas swigging their beers and laughing and I joined them while you fetched another round of beers. This time, when you entered the room all of us looked around, six men all focusing their gaze on your cleavage, bare legs and the hint of ass we could all see. You felt vulnerable, and I beckoned you over and patted my lap. You looked at me in doubt, but I nodded and you hopped onto my lap. My friends and I continued chatting and bantering around you.
I knew that if you opened your legs even a little, three of the guys on the opposite sofa would see your bare pussy. I rubbed my hand up and down your thigh, not opening your legs, but clearly groping you. I held you by your hips and lifted you higher onto my lap. You squirmed and I could tell you were feeling so horny already.
“More beers?” I asked the guys, and the response was unanimous. I nudged you off my lap and you began collecting empties. One of my friends had left his empty bottle sitting on the floor. I knew that you knew what would be expected of you. You bent at your waist, keeping your legs straight. My buddy could practically see all the way down your top, meanwhile the rest of the room got an even better show. The skirt barely covered your ass normally, and the moment you bent over it became obvious you had nothing underneath. Your cunt wasn’t quite on show, but everything else wasThere was a brief silence interrupted only by a involuntary “Fuck…”
You straightened as if nothing had happened and carried the empty bottles back to the kitchen. Before my friends could ask me what you were doing, or perhaps congratulate me on how good your ass looked, you reappeared with six fresh beers. I could swear your top was pulled down even lower. You handed them out and climbed back on my lap. This time I wasn’t nearly as careful, and let my hand sit firmly on your inner thigh, with your other leg pinned by my leg. With the slightest movement, I could lever your legs open and closed.
I wasn’t quite ready to completely expose you, yet. Instead I wrapped my arm around your torso and pulled you back slightly, tilting your tits into my view. I took a swig of my beer and placed the bottle between them, as if using you like furniture was totally natural. I felt you shift and squirm again, but you pressed your arms together to keep my beer secure. When I reached for another drink, I made sure to blatantly grope your tits, almost exposing them, before I took the bottle.
I knew you could feel my cock hardening under your ass, and you were humping gently against my crotch. I let you hump me and get more and more horny. By now I was nearly constantly groping your tits, and I’m sure you’d briefly flashed everyone by now. Your breathing was heavier as you tried to maintain composure. I started spreading your leg. I felt you tense against me, but your resistance was temporary. My hand slid even further up your leg, so close to your cunt that I thought each hump might rub against my hand.
If the guys opposite had spotted your exposed pussy, they weren’t making it obvious. Perhaps they were just too distracted by your tits nearly falling out your top as I took my beer. I kept you like that, on the brink of complete exposure, for a few minutes. Then I moved those last few inches, and pushed two fingers into your wet needy pussy. You moaned, loudly and the conversation froze. The guys opposite glanced down and saw your pussy grinding against my hand. I couldn’t tell if you were even aware, or just too lost in neediness to remember you had an audience.
I kept fingering you and you only got louder and more desperate. I pulled your tits out of your top too, and started twisting your nipples. You whined but humped my fingers even harder. You turned to me, “Please. Please may I cum?” I smiled,
“I think we’ll take a vote. All my friends are enjoying your show.”
You almost seemed to realise the situation then, almost felt ashamed at being fingered in front of an audience.
“Yes, Daddy. I understand.”
I turned to my friends, “She is a very good little slut. She just couldn’t help fucking herself on my fingers. Should she cum?”
The response was a very enthusiastic yes from everyone, and I hooked my fingers inside you and fingered you much faster. You bucked against my hand and I held your legs firmly open with mine to keep you completely exposed. You were moaning and panting louder until I knew you were on the edge. I growled in your ear, “What do you say to our guests?” and you break over the edge, moaning and babbling,
“Thank you, fuck thank you for letting me cum, thank you. Fuck please. Thank you.” You cum hard for a long time and your legs shook. I feel the gush of wetness and I knew your cunt would be leaking all over my jeans. Even as you come down from your orgasms, you shake and hump, enjoying feeling my fingers still deep inside you.
I let you recover and gently pet your body, and now you do start to feel slightly ashamed. Not ashamed enough to close your legs, but you bury your face in my neck and breathe. You try to at least slightly drown out the fact that all my friends are discussing how hot you were, how they like your tits, how they want to see you cum again or fuck you themselves. I can tell from your throbbing cunt that you hope they do.
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