As she hesitated he waited. After a minute he spoke kindly.
“As I explained, it’s much like The Princess and The Pea; only a REAL princess can feel the pea through all those mattresses……well only a REAL slut can smell her juices…..no matter how faint. Now,” he held his fingers to her nose, “What do you smell?”
Sheepishly she looked up at him “My juices Sir”
Nodding he prompted “And?”
She cleared her throat, her heart thumped as she looked into his eyes and proclaimed louder “Because I’m a slut Sir”
Her heart leapt at the pride in his eyes.
“And what do sluts do?” he asked
Her voice wavered just a bit “Have sex Sir”
His look told her he was not happy.
She thought fast and responded clearly “Have lots of sex Sir”
He smiled, “What kind of sex?”
“Any kind, any where” she stated confidently.
He looked past her shoulder, “Would you like to help us prove that?”
She started, so lost in him, and glanced beside her.
A tall, well built and very dark, ominous man stood beside her, his dark hooded eyes looking down at her.
“I would love to” his deep voice sent shivers down her spine.
Before she could even take a breath one large hand reached into her hair and bent her head back painfully. Her eyes were wide as his other hand reached between her legs and his lips descended on hers.
His mouth covered hers, his tongue filled her mouth at the same time as his fingers pushed deep into her wet pussy.
Her gasp was swallowed by his mouth as his grip on her hair tightened.
She felt him bending her back further, she felt his large hand opening her legs further, her skirt hiking higher….her hands wriggled in the air, seeking…..something.
Her head swam, his fingers thrust…..she was lost…..
Before she could think her body was convulsing, her whimpers swallowed by his mouth, her body slumping.
As the shudders passed she flushed with shame, her eyes were closed tightly as she could not face the rest of the patrons, but still, her legs remained open.
She whimpered as she felt him pull her, push her, using her hair to guide her. Off the stool and down she went, her eyes opening as her curiosity got the best of her, and her eyes grew wide.
The cock before her, dark, long, hard….precum dripping from it…..her tongue was out, reaching for a taste.
She moaned as her head was held away, as she could smell him….but not taste him.
Her Master spoke “Ask”
She whimpered, she reached with her tongue.
Her hair was pulled tight.
“Please” she whispered
“We can’t hear you” He said
With a groan, her mouth salivating “Please, may I suck this cock Sir”
“Yes slut, very good, you may suck that big, hard cock”
Eagerly she opened her mouth wide…..reveled in that smooth hardness sliding into her mouth….