I’m not sure what was worse, parading around in a degrading maid’s outfit for these disgusting men or the shame of my arousal at it. My step-daddy had really gone too far this time, was I nothing more to him than a pretty object to show off to his boys?
Every time I bent over to put a drink on the table my skirt would ride up and expose my panties. They didn’t even try to hide their glances, all five of them blatantly stared at my ass while I served them. I was so embarrassed, I didn’t know what to do.
As they drank they grew bolder. A clumsy hand brushing up against ass because fingers harshly pinching my ass cheeks and eventually an open palm overtly spanking me at the table. I started to panic. I didn’t want to upset daddy but these men were molesting me! I looked at daddy, to see if he knew what they were doing. He saw them groping her but didn’t stop them.
Jasmine yelped as one of the men pinned her against the table with his forearm. Helpless, with her tits pressed against the table and her ass sticking up in the air, she started to cry.
Jasmine wiggled her ass in the air trying to evade the probing fingers but it was futile. Eventually she stopped struggling, resigned to her fate as the men roughly molested her in the most intimate of places.
Jasmine felt one of the men shove his fingers under the waistband of her panties and before she could even react they were crudely yanked down. Her last bit of remaining dignity uselessly bunched around her knees the girl was now fully exposed to her tormentors.
She froze, unsure of what to do. An extremely private girl, Jasmine had only been fully seen by a small handful of men and she could feel the gaze of every last male eyeball on her bare ass. The sensation of cool air on her pussy and asshole sent a shiver down her spine and reminded her just how exposed she actually was.
The position her body was in forced her ass up in the air and spread her cheeks, mortifying the young black girl. The obscene way she was on display flooded her with shame. Even more embarrassing though was the pent-up arousal and sexual frustration from her day of denial coursing through her veins, reinvigorated from her humiliation, already pushing her towards the edge.
She prepared herself to be groped, pinched, and squeezed but instead felt a soft caress. The wonderful tingling sensation shot throughout her body as he continued, his fingers barely touching her as they danced on her ass and up and down her inner thighs. He taunted her with his touch, letting his hands wander impossibly close to her pussy before changing directions or merely hovering above her desperate sex, just out of reach. Jasmine felt high. Jolts of pleasure shot through the young girl making her entire body tingle, awash in arousal and need. When he finally sunk a fat finger into the girl she let out a low guttural moan.
The men roared with laughter at the black girl’s shameless reaction, taunting her.
“Jesus her cunt is soaked” exclaimed her molester.
Again the men laughed. Jasmine was humiliated, stung by his crude words and mortified at her lack of control. Somehow her embarrassment only fanned the flames of her desire! She tried to regain her composure and hold on to what little self-respect she had left but the man intensified his efforts and drove her even closer to the edge.
Without warning he pulled his fingers from her swollen cunt. Jasmine groaned in frustration.
“Look at this! Jesus, what a whore!”
The word stung and snapped her out of her trance. She felt anger, how dare they call her that? She wasn’t a whore, she was a sweet innocent girl! THEY were the ones making her act this way.
“It’s okay sweetheart, you know you are.” The man leaned in and whispered in Jasmine’ ear “Come on baby, you know you’re a filthy little whore.”
“I’m not a …..” –WHACK—“OW! FUCK!” WHACK—WHACK—WHACK the girl screamed as the sound of the man’s hand smacking against her ass echoed across the room. For a full two minutes he spanked the girl as hard as he could, landing 30 plus blows on her ass. Suddenly he stopped and began to caress the flesh he had just brutalized. The sharp pain of his blows turned to a duller throbbing sensation radiating from her ass as he continued to caress her burning behind.
“Come on slut, tell us what a filthy little whore you are!”
Jasmine was livid. Her confidence building, she opened her mouth to defend herself. But before she could utter a word his touch was back. A gentle caress barely grazing her sex was all it took to bring her right back to the edge.
*Was he right?* Her mind reeled as she tried to regain her composure. Yet despite her concentration, every time his hand left her cunt she turned into … an animal! Waving her ass up and down in the air, desperately trying to hump the hand that was no longer there. Even she had to admit the sad truth – she may not be a whore but she was certainly acting like one.
“Not ready to admit it, whore?” He taunted her as he worked his fingers over her body. Time and time again he tortured her with his touch, bringing her to the brink of orgasm before stopping just long enough to deny her release.
Jasmine was overwhelmed by want, drowning in her desire to cum. And each time he built her up her hope sprung anew, every time believing she could find release before he again left her writhing young body in denial.
Her heart raced as she once again grew impossibly close to release. She knew she looked ridiculous, glistening with sweat with her face pressed against the table top and her black ass thrusted in the air as high as she could get it.
Closer and closer, could this be it? Jasmine bit her lip in anticipation, finally she would have her sweet release.
“Ugh…Da…Daddy…” She had remembered just in time, forgetting to ask her Daddy for permission to cum would mean a severe punishment.
“Daddy…can…” She was gasping and panting and struggling to stave off her orgasm, she had to get through it. “DADDY….can…can I cum?”
“Ask James, he’s the one doing all the work.” How could he do this to me!
“Please Mister … UGH…. Sir….I mean James…Please!” She was spiraling towards an inevitable explosion –
“What is it sweetheart?” The bastard could barely contain himself as he patronized the poor girl.
“PLEASE….PLEASE CAN I FUCKING CUMMMM!” She was past the point of no return, it took everything she had to hold back the coming flood but she was determined not to give in and face the punishment.
He lowered himself to the panting girl’s face “You know what I want to hear, whore.”
“OH GOD! FUCK!” she couldn’t hold it in any longer, dejected she spit out the words “Imafilthywhore PLEASE LET ME CUM!”
“I CAN’T HEAR YOU!”
“FUCK! I’M A FILTHY WHORE I’M A FILTHY WHORE I’M A FILTHY WHORE LET .. ME .. CUM!”
“Okay –” “AGHHHHHHHHH FUCK UGH GOD” She came in an instant, her body bucking and thrashing against the men’s hold. It seemed to go on forever. Days of denial spewed out of the writhing teens body. Wave after wave of pleasure racked her tiny frame as she grunted, moaned, and howled. It was a depraved scene that would give even the filthiest porn star a run for her money. Finally, it was over.
Jasmine collapsed on the table in a quivering pile of sweat, flesh, and cum. Aftershocks still rippled through her body as her breathing slowed to a normal pace.
The men present burst into applause, cheering for the degraded girl and adding to her anguish.
As Jasmine looked at the men applaud the reality of her humiliating display engulfed her. She didn’t think she could sink any lower. Her pride? Dashed. Her self-respect? In shambles.
After that display she could no longer deny it, she WAS a whore, and all these men were there to witness it.
But then she saw it. The blinking red light coming from the corner of the room. She hadn’t seen it before, a small black tripod with a mini camcorder and a tiny blinking red light. It had seen it all, ensuring that her shame would live on forever.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/aql8ln/poker_night_part_1_mf_mmf_step_incest_humiliation
So is this supposed to be in first person or third person?