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POOL
She slipped into the rayon sundress he had laid out for her while she had showered, smiling as it caressed her skin softly. Reaching back to zip up she felt his hands lifting her hair from her neck and then felt his breath upon her ear as he murmured, “Pet, I’ll get that for you.” With slight goose bumps rising upon her skin, she whispered back, “Thank you, Master.”
Watching him in the mirror as he tended to her dress she felt slight tremors rushing through her; causing her nipples to harden, showing through the lightweight fabric of her dress. As he finished zipping her dress his hands grazed down her shoulder blades, to her waist and over her hips. A small gasp escaped her red lips as she felt the breeze from the open balcony door gently sweep against her buttocks as he lifted the hem of her skirt. He disappeared from her view yet his hands stayed upon her ass cheeks and she felt his warm breath play between the mounds held in his hands.
Her legs obediently spread as she felt his finger tap her milky thighs and her breath quickened as his tongue began to slowly flick between her globes of flesh being parted with his massive hands. Butterflies danced within her groin as her juices stirred within slowly making their way down to her entrance between the freshly shaven lips. Between the probing of his tongue he said, “ Mmmm. Very good, my little ass whore, make more juices for Daddy’s tongue.” Her legs trembled as his tongue continued to play up and down her parted ass, stopping to probe deeper into her quivering bud and across the bridge where he drank sweet nectar.
Suddenly her hem fell back into place and a gasp of dismay was heard as the sounds of the world quietly filtered into the room. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw her flushed face as he rose to stand beside her. In the reflection of the mirror her eyes rose to meet his, which were flashing with silent laughter. Chuckling he spoke, “Baby girl, you look so sad. Are you?” She nodded her head slowly and her raven hair slipped over her shoulders. His finger reached around her head and was gently placed upon her pouting lips. “Don’t worry my little whore, you will have your chance to please Daddy tonight. Now find your shoes and purse for we need to go. Meet me in the truck.” Obediently she nodded her head as she turned from the mirror to do as she was told. “Oh, baby girl, don’t forget to wear your pearls.”, she heard him say as he left the room.
Before slipping out the door to meet her Master, she looked in the entrance mirror to make sure she was presentable to him. Her face had returned to its normal coloring and her hair gleamed in the light. The dress was pretty, navy with a speckling of tiny roses with a deep sweetheart neck line and a short flippy skirt. Her tiny breasts held in place by the fitted bodice and accented with small pearled buttons. A look of innocence, topped off with over the knee stockings and red, Mary-Jane style patent, pumps. She dabbed a bit of color on her lips then left the house to join her Master who waited in the black four by four in the driveway.
He forbade her to wear panties, so getting into the truck always provided a wonderful view to anyone watching her. He became aroused every time she joined him in the truck, which towered over all the other vehicles, for he knew what a sight she offered to anyone around, today it was the two teenage boys skating down the street. He also loved picking out her outfits, especially the one she wore today, for he knew the slightest breeze would lift the hem and expose her lovely ass and the pearls which would peek out from between her cheeks.
He smiled as she tried to pull herself into the cab. She was slightly flushed; thus telling him she was aware of the boys who had jumped from their skateboards pretending to clean the wheels of pebbles while watching, with gaping mouths, the view she gave them. Yes, he was a proud Master and he thoroughly enjoyed showing her off to whoever wished to take in her succulence. He was even more pleased by the reactions of those who were caught off guard and were sometimes shocked by her wanton exposure, which of course was only done when he provided the circumstances.
“Baby girl, Daddy was a wonderful surprise for you tonight. I met some old friends in town today; they are here for the rally. I told them I’d meet them down at the stomping grounds and we’d shoot some pool. They had their babes with them and told me to bring you along too.”, he paused, “Position yourself slut, Daddy wants to see his pussy and play with my beads.”
Without any hesitation she positioned herself on the seat, shoulders down, head to the side and slipped her hands to her ass cheeks, spreading them wide for him. He smiled, “Good girl.”
As though reading her mind, he continued, as he slipped a finger into her wet pink hole, “With the rally, I knew how all the chicks would be dressed, masses of leather, black denim and boobs hanging from stretched out tank tops; so I didn’t want my precious lil girl to fade amongst all the rest. You’re going to knock them dead and everyone else at the bar too. I know we haven’t played pool since you came to live with Daddy but you’ve told me your best shots and as a team I think we can kick some ass. Ten to one you are going to prove to be the best little submissive there and make me proud, aren’t you lil girl?” A smile flitted across her face as she murmured, “Yes, Daddy, I will make you so very proud of me.”
He pulled his finger from her pulsating pussy and it gleamed in the sunlight, which was changing to its brilliant tangerine shades while setting in the horizon. Reaching over he slipped his finger into her mouth and watched her suckle her juices from it. “Oh, such a good whore you are for Daddy,” pausing to laugh, “and for all the trucker’s passing by us. Yes, my lil ass whore you do please the guys and I think there were a couple chicks driving too that wanted to watch you more than the road.” His fingers moved back to her spread ass and he twirled the three beads that dangled so sweetly from her bud.” Her thighs quivered and small gasps escaped her red lips. He asked her as he continued playing with the bead, “How many pearls does baby girl have in her?”
“Nine, Daddy.”
“Hmm,” he pondered. “I think I want the beads dangling out more, so they show when you walk in.” Goosebumps rose on her arms immediately upon hearing his words and she felt her moistness creeping to the entrance of her pussy again. “When we get to the stop lights ahead, pull out three beads for Daddy.”
“Yes, Daddy.” she said softly. She moved her right hand beneath her tummy, reaching between her parted legs until her fingers were able to grasp the ivory pearls which swayed with the movement of the truck. Clasping one with her purple painted nails she waited until her Master came to a stop. She felt his eyes upon her as she gently pulled to release a bead from her puckered bud. He smiled broadly as he watched her little hole open for the bead and close as it was expelled, one by one until all three gleamed in the fading daylight. “Good girl. And my pussy is so wet for me again, too.” He reached over and slid a finger in her wetness, stirring gently as her butterflies stirred deep within her groin. Again he had her suck off its wetness and then patted her ass and told to sit up and re-arrange herself for her entrance at the bar.
“Oh baby girl, one last thing.” He reached into the glove box and handed her a bag. “Put this on, I forgot to bring it in the house. I’ll add the lock when we park.” She looked in the bag and her eyes filled with mist. Smiling, she pulled out the silver metal collar. It was stunning in its simplicity and bore a shiny, heart shaped dog tag. “I know its too dark for you too read, baby girl, but on the front of the heart it says “Owned” and on the back your name, “baby girl”.
They pulled into the parking lot which one could liken to a swarming bee’s nest. The rally always drew hundreds to every little bar within a ten mile span. Miraculously he found a spot to park only because someone had just left it. He went around to her side of the truck to help her out; he was always a gentleman unless not helping her provided some entertainment. He lifted her hair and put the small lock in place on her collar. Turning her to face him, she smiled and kissed her up lifted lips.
Then together they walked to the bar, his arm around her shoulder.
A wave of heat hit them as they entered the establishment, caused from the warmth of the day and the body heat of the masses of people cloaked in black leather. Yes, she stood out from the crowd, definitely overdressed for the rally folk that were doing their best to party it up in grand measure. Her Master took her hand to guide her through the wall of bodies. She followed behind him aware of all the eyes upon her. She could hear some of the comments behind her as she past.
“Hey man, that ole lady has a tail of pearls!”
“Joe, you see that? She’s wearing a collar, now that’s someone’s property.”
“I need my ole lady to find some ass jewelry like that.”
They reach the far corner of the pool area where the lone juke box blasted out song after song of various rock and roll of days gone by. He thrust some bills into her hand and told her to pick out some tunes, while he looked for his friends and got their drinks. She turned and slipped the bills in the machine and leaned slightly over to read the pages of selections, looking for her favorite pool playing music. She felt a few hands grope her ass to peek at the beads beneath her hem, but not many. In the biker crowd it is well known to leave someone’s property alone and her collar had been seen by many as her Master had led her through the hall to the juke box and word had traveled fast.
She turned waiting for her Master and watched the people surrounding her and a smile spread across her face when she saw his head as he made his way through the crowd. An old biker himself, many stopped him along the way shaking his hand or patting his shoulder in the ole good buddy style. She felt a body bump her and she turned to the girl, obviously drunk and probably well ridden for the past few days.
“Hey bitch, whatssup with your Barbie doll outfit?”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m askin’ you whatssup with your clothes bitch. This is a god damn rally joint, not Toys R Us. And its not Petco either, bitch, what the fuck’s up with the collar?”
She looked at the biker chick, taking in her tussled, knotted bleach hair and well worn faded tank which stretched across her massive but hanging breasts. Probably a beauty five years ago, but alcohol, drugs and other abuses had taken their toll on her.
“If you want to discuss my wardrobe, my Master is a couple steps behind you and will be here to answer any of your questions on the clothing he lays out for me to wear.”
The woman’s head turned and took in the sight of her Master. Her mouth dropped open at his stunning presence. He stood 6’2”, with dark wavy hair, face finely featured with a touch of rugged manliness and his dark eyes twinkled in the light from the juke box. Baby girl smiled at the woman’s reaction and sudden silence. Noting too, the look of shock when she saw a face she recognized behind her Master.
“Well baby girl, you seem to have met Tony’s other half, Joyce. “
“Yes, Daddy, we’ve met.”, she paused wondering which way to describe the meeting. Opting to save grace to the woman, who had obviously lost her former attitude and squirmed in discomfort as she waited for baby girl to discuss the not so pleasant encounter; baby girl continued, “Joyce, here, was just complimenting you on your choice of clothing for me and was especially taken by my new collar, Master.”
He smiled. “Good. Thank you, Joyce, my baby girl’s appearance is always planned out in advance for my ultimate pleasure and for others.”
He, of course, had seen the encounter between his pet and Joyce as he made his way over.
The drunken woman had not been too quiet either in her confrontation of his precious lil one. He also noted, despite her good intent, his pet had covered for Joyce. He quickly assessed this situation. He turned and said something in Tony’s ear and Tony nodded his head.
“Baby girl turn and show everyone your pearls.” he ordered, his smile etched broadly across his face.
Obediently she turned, spreading her legs and lifted her skirt, revealing her alabaster globes of flesh. She felt her face flush as she leaned forward onto the juke box. As much as she liked pleasing her Master, she always seemed to blush when asked to expose herself.
However, she gasped when she heard his next words which seemed to reverberate off the walls. “Joyce, get on your knees and with your teeth, pull those beads from baby girl’s ass.” She also heard Joyce’s shock escape her mouth.
Silence swept across the pool room and baby girl knew most eyes were upon her and Joyce. She felt the humiliation and knew she was now being punished for her cover-up for Joyce and at the very same time, Joyce was being punished even more for her behaviors towards her. She wondered though if Joyce felt the stirring within her groin as she did.
Despite the humbling of open punishments and her inner shame of her behaviors, the humiliation used always aroused her sex. She waited for what seemed and eternity for Joyce to obey, as she leaned forward and was splayed wide for viewing upon the juke box which still played songs now heard in the hushed quiet of the room.
Baby girl was used to obeying; it was obvious that Joyce was not. Joyce’s eyes went from Tony to Joe, the one who had dared to give her the outrageous order. Fire flashed in her eyes like a tigress trapped in a corner, trying to find a way to escape.
Tony spoke up, “Do what you were told, Joyce. You were making a scene with baby girl while we were coming back here. She might have tried to cover your ass, but we heard and saw what happened. Get on your knees and pull those beads from her ass. NOW! Our money is up and you are stopping the games.”
Moisture was seeping from her pussy as baby girl waited, hair stood on end on her arms from the anticipation. This was a new experience for her, and it was totally unplanned. She expected exposure; her Master told her it would happen through the course of their daily lives. Being that she had just joined her Master the previous week her exposure had been done in public, or in nonchalant settings and before unsuspecting parties.
She heard Joyce lower herself as gracefully as she could to the floor and soon felt her breath upon her ass cheeks. Whispers grew louder as the audience watched. She heard teeth clench the bead and she felt the initial tug as Joyce pulled the string of beads from her tight bud. The eyes upon them felt hot and though being punished publicly, her pussy continued to stir with excitement. The first bead popped out and a stream of juices flowed down her thigh and then a quick pull of Joyce’s head brought all the pearls out from the confines of her quivering ass. A slight moaning came from her lips and she clenched her pussy trying to hold back an orgasm; but it was fruitless. Her cum squirted and her fingers tried to find a grip on the juke box as her legs trembled so much threatening to collapse. The murmurs in the room turned to roars of excitement as she came splayed upon the juke box for all to see.
Joyce stayed upon her knees, beads dangling down her chin; eyes wide as she watched this woman’s body wrack in orgasm. Her own juices were dampening her jeans in such quantities that the darkness of wetness had crept so anyone observing could see. And she, too, shook with small tremors from an unsuspected orgasm.
Joe stepped forward and took the pearls from the woman’s lips and strode to his pet. “Open your mouth for daddy.” Obediently as always she lifted her head and opened her mouth as he slipped the beads into her waiting mouth. Closing her lips around them, her tongue twirled them and then he pulled them out one by one from her glistening red lips.
Applause filled the room and excited energy was felt by all. She heard balls being hit upon the pool tables and bottles clanked against bottles in cheer for the two Masters. Men groped their ladies and the woman humped the thighs and asses of their men, the scene had aroused everyone.
Her Master lowered his head to her face and kissed her lips, then murmured in her ear, “Good girl, now I am proud of you again.” He lowered her skirt after touching his precious little bud and helped her rise off the juke box. Her smiling eyes looked up into his, sparkling though still at half mast from her orgasm, “Thank you, Daddy.”
He nodded and then pointed to the table. “Our money is up, it’s time to shoot pool.”
Disclaimer: This is a piece of erotica, totally fantasy-based. SSC is not claimed within works of erotica, nor is it the way real life lifestyle protocol is conducted. Author does not promote indiscretion at munches and recommends that newcomers seek a host for the protocol of any munch they do attend.
©05-04-03 feather aka mjwr Copyright Protected. Not to be reproduced, reprinted or circulated in any form without the express permission of the author. [email protected]
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