A bell above the door rang as Rebecca and James entered a bar near their apartments. It was a brightly lit, yet still scummy looking establishment where the smell of smoke and ash permeated the tables and chairs. It was nearly empty, with only a handful of people mingling at the bar and a group of 4 or 5 in a booth by the entrance.
Eyeing an empty booth, James took Rebecca’s hand and led her there. Their far corner of the bar was quiet, with the other patrons clustered around the bartender or accosting the waitress.
The old red leather seats squished under their weight, pushing out the dingey yellow foam contained within them. James didn’t notice. Instead, his focus was on Rebecca.
After winning their bet earlier where the loser had to whatever the winner said for the rest day, which he had decided would be a date. Plus, he couldn’t pass up the chance to dress his slave-for-a-day up. He forced her to wear a pair of tight white booty shorts, a size too small black t-shirt, no bra, and bold nerdy glasses with the lenses popped out since she always wore contacts.
He wore a blue and black plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing off his strong forearms, and faded black jeans. His short brown hair was brushed back while his stubble complemented his strong jaw.
Soon their waitress approached them carrying a notepad and pen. She looked to be around mid-’30s, with shoulder-length red hair.
“How y’all doing today, what can I getcha?”
“We’re fine,” He said in his fruity voice. “Just beer for me.”
“Tequila, doubled please.” Her voice was soft, but behind it carried confidence. Maybe it was because she was just doing what she was told, maybe it was because she loved being controlled in public, or perhaps a little bit of both. Either way, she knew she was going to have a hell of a night.
When the waitress turned to leave Rebecca slipped off her slip-ons and wiggled her toes to stretch, then pressed her toes into James’ crotch with a giggle. James may not have had a thing for feet, but her eagerness to tease was an instant turn on.
“So why do you like being owned?” James asked her with a start.
She paused for a moment before smirking. “Well, I guess it’d have to be because,” She moved her foot, enjoying the feeling of him getting hard in his pants. “It’s easier? Its kind of hard to explain.”
“Easier? What does that mean?” He leaned forward eagerly.
“You’d never believe me if I told you.” She remarked, glancing away from him with her emerald green eyes when he stared her down.
“Well then, I order you to. Unless you want to test my patience.” He had been tapping on his phone when he asked, she knew what would happen to her if she disobeyed. Unafraid, she laughed at his threat, it couldn’t possibly be that bad she thought.
Suddenly a sharp muffled bzzt rung out from her seat, sending a harsh wave of pleasure through her. The strength of it made her wince, but she was determined to ignore it as best as she could.
Unfortunately, James had other plans and she watched as a sadistic grin spread across his face which eroded her determination as fast as it had been built. Another jolt ran through her, powerful enough to make her cross her knees. Satisfied for the moment he clicked his phone off.
She was surprised at how quick he had managed to pick up on what he could do with her. No one ever really asked her about it, all they ever demanded was for her to suck them off, eat them out, or for them to use her ass. None of which she minded in the slightest, but he was different, he actually seemed to care about her. Or at least have more to him than just his penis.
“Well, Master, I guess a part of it is that I like not having to worry about what I’m gonna do. Have you ever heard of subspace?” She leaned towards him, partially to get a better angle with her feet, partially so she could tease him with her tits.
“A little bit, but I feel like I don’t know enough about it, why don’t you tell me what you think of it?”
“Well, I-” She was cut off by the waitress, who set their drinks on the table and walked away, her high-heels clicking on the wooden floor. Rebecca eyed the clear liquor, looked at James, and slammed it in one gulp without even so much as a shiver and smiled at him. He was slightly terrified but tried not to show it and put his drink to his lips. “To me, it feels like a haze, where I only ever have to focus on what I’m told. It’s kind of relaxing in all honest.”
“So you just like not having to think for a while? Why not just take a nap at that point.” He shrugged at her.
“Well, I can’t suck your cock if I’m asleep now, can I?” She quipped back at him. “And there’s just something that turns me on so much about it. Something about someone just being able to use me at their leisure and pushing my limits just turns me on so much.” She said, accidentally knocking her phone to the floor. Almost instinctually James lowered himself to retrieve it. When he came back up with it he smiled at the small puddle that had drenched the leather.
The ringing of the bell announced that a new set of people had just arrived, two older men in matching blue-black pinstriped jackets accompanied by a short young girl, who was dressed entirely in raven black gothic clothes, with hair just as dark to match.
James glanced at the clock, 4:57, happy hour was about to start. ‘Goddammit’ he thought to himself disappointed that he wasn’t going to get his cocked sucked there. Too many people were coming in and he didn’t want to get kicked out and ruin their date.
Rebecca looked around the bar. A group of people was in the farthest corner away from them while the people at the bar were loud, irritating the bartender. One of the men was pulling at their waitress’s skirt, but the group of three was a bit of trouble. The two men were facing away from them, but they wound up directly in the woman’s line of sight.
Rebecca noted the woman seemed bored, and she couldn’t blame her. Eavesdropping was a possibility to her but it still wasn’t hard when the two men were almost shouting, something about how they wanted to spit roast her. Rebecca snorted at that. Even if James had ordered her to, she wouldn’t have been able to force herself to do anything with those too ugly men, and that girl was even prettier than she was.
A different bell rang, announcing it was time for happy hour. And just as the incessant ringing stopped, the woman looked between the men and winked at Rebecca.
“What’s wrong?” James asked, following her gaze. The woman winked at him too, to which he smiled. “Oh, I have a way better idea.” He turned to Rebecca. “I order you to flash your tits at her.”
“Right now?” She wasn’t averse to the idea, but she didn’t want to get kicked out either.
“Yeah, right now. And then, I want you to go to the bathroom, and fuck her.” That turned her on. Never before was she ordered to fuck anyone else by a master, and especially not a woman, but she did like how she looked at with those pale blue eyes.
She glanced around once more, making sure no one was looking at her besides the woman and James, then she pulled her hair back, and began to pull up her shirt as confidently as possible, making sure to raise her massive tits with it before letting them drop. For good measure, she decided to jiggle them a little bit, winked at her, and then curled her finger to gesture the woman to follow her. But before she could set her shirt back, a sudden BZZT shuttered through her so hard she had to grit her teeth.
The woman’s eyes went wide before she smiled. It was probably the first thing enjoyable to happen to her all day. Rebecca slipped her shoes back on, looked at James with an affirmative nod, turned toward the woman, winked again, and strode to the restroom.
Once in, she left the door unlocked before then felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. It was a text from James, ‘She’s on her way’. As she put it away she heard the door open. The woman entered, and with a satisfying thock locked the door behind her.
“Name?” The girl asked Rebecca as she took a step towards her.
“Rebecca,”
“I’m Winter.” Smiling she pressed herself against Rebecca, grabbing her ass firmly.
“Well, that’s a bit forward.” Rebecca sassed, which got a glare from the girl.
“Says the one who flashes someone before asking their name.” Winter snapped back gliding her hand down Rebecca’s inner thigh, sending a shiver up her spine. Her other hand slithered up her shirt, letting her fingertips drag along Rebecca’s skin until it reached the collar of her shirt.
Suddenly Rebecca felt herself being yanked down, green eyes admiring blue, before she felt Winter’s tongue wrapping around hers. A sudden BZZT made Rebecca jump in surprise.
“You’re an exhibitionist?” Winter asked.
“Uh,” Rebecca paused before blurting out, “Well, kinda. My master makes me do this sort of thing because I lost a bet.”
“Your… master?” Winter let out a laugh, “If that’s what you’re into. But so long as you’re getting turned on…” She let herself trail off before filling Rebecca’s mouth again.
It lasted so long that Rebecca’s lungs began to hurt until finally she pulled away gasping. Winter liked the bright red Rebecca’s face had turned. “So was that your boyfriend with you?”
Rebecca had forgotten about him and reached her hand into her pocket to check if he had texted her. He had, and she held it up for Winter to see.
In the bar, more people were beginning to file in. James looked around. Glasses were clanking, people were starting to shout at whatever tv they were watching, and the occasional smack the waitress delivered to whichever pervert grabbed at her skirt.
The pinstripes had directed their loud conversation at each other, at this point, it was starting to get dull, and as James started to stand. BZZT. His pulse quickened at the photo Rebecca sent him.
Winter pushed Rebecca against the wall, one hand up her shirt, the other down her shorts while Winter sucked on her neck hard as Rebecca snapped a picture. But before she could send it Winter pressed her fingers inside Rebecca forcing out a gasp.
“I’m not doing a photo op for free, but I’ll do it if you get me to cum. Deal?” Winter said as she licked her fingers, letting Rebecca’s salty, sweet taste linger on her tongue. As she wiggled her panties down her well-kempt pussy was exposed to Rebecca.
“Yeah.” Rebecca knelt and lifted her shirt, letting her gorgeous pale tits fall. Winter smirked as she loomed over Rebecca whose mouth began to water at the sight, but it wasn’t until she glanced up and saw Winter glaring down at her, as if she was telling her to start, that she made a move.
How long had it been since she had done it with another woman? One? Maybe two years? She knew she would be rusty but she figured it’d all come back to her when she got started. Slowly she began to lick, using the back of her tongue to slide down her slit until she reached her hole, and then back up. Once Winter let out a soft moan, she put her hand on Rebecca’s head and pulled her face harder into her dripping cunt, the feeling of which filled Rebecca with warmth.
Rebecca closed her eyes to savor the taste. Winter’s taste was bold as her juices washed over the back of her tongue, and having her nose pressed against her clit filled it was a sweaty, intoxicating musk that turned her on with every whiff.
A flash of bright light broke her out of her trance to see Winter angling her phone into a better spot. “I bet you want this.” Teasingly she dangled the picture in front of Rebecca whose muffled pleads could only be affirmed by her nodding. “Well you better earn it then.”
Her licks immediately became rougher, and she only stopped for a moment to catch her breath before Winter pulled her back into position. “Shend iht tou Jahmes.” Rebecca managed to muffle out when Winter’s grip loosened
As Winter opened Rebecca’s phone, she received a text, which Winter read aloud. “Ask her if she wants to have some fun with both of us.” Rebecca looked up with a begging gleam in her eyes. She imagined Winter’s pussy grinding on her face, while James pumped her pussy full of cum. Winter looked back at the phone, captioning the photo out loud. “Sorry, but I’m gay. But your girlfriend is pretty good with her mouth, maybe you can watch us sometime~”
Rebecca looked back down at Winter’s crotch, disappointed. “Don’t worry,” Winter reassured her before grinding her hips into Rebecca’s face again. “You can have me whenever you want.”
As Winter grew wetter and wetter, her moans were growing louder and more frequent and she began to tense tighter and tighter, Rebecca wrapped her arms around Winter’s ass and pulled her harder into her face. Up and down, side to side over and over and over until finally, she felt Winter’s entire body tense up one final time, shutter, and let out a long low groan.
Winter staggered back, her legs like jelly until she steadied herself against the sink. Rebecca pulled her top back down, stood up, and stretched, satisfied in the fact she earned those pictures.
“So,” Winter panted as she studied her reflection in the mirror. Her makeup had started to bead up and lines of it had run off with her sweat. “That was fun. But I gotta get back to my clients.”
“Clients? You’re not a…” She cleared her throat. “Are you?”
“Prostitute? No, I’m not. But I am an escort. But I don’t let people pay for sex but if you ever wanna take me out then I’ll have to charge ya.” She rattled around inside her purse until she pulled out a sharpie, pulled Rebecca’s arm toward her, and wrote her number on it. “One more for the road?”
Rebecca’s eyes lit up as she pulled out her phone, moved behind her, bent her over the sink, pulled her panties to the side, got on her knees for one final taste, and snapped the picture. But she didn’t send it.
As she stood, she felt Winter grab her by the head, powerless as she felt her tongue slide down her throat one last time. She knew she looked desperate when Winter pulled away, but she couldn’t help but love it.
“Now go be a good little slut for your man.” Winter said before heading out the door with a giggle.
As she headed towards James, she barely caught sight of Winter outside, leaving with the two egg-shaped men. The ruckus had calmed slightly, but that may have been because everyone but them was at the bar after someone drunkenly ordered a round for everyone.
Rebecca took back her seat facing him, crossing her legs as she sat. The waitress had stopped by, evidenced by another order of drinks had come, and before he could ask her about it, she downed her second shot which cleansed her palate of that salty sweetness.
“So how was it?” He teased.
“Well, I got her number.” She raised her arm, showing off the sharpied digits. “And I ate her out.”
“I saw that.” He said as he pulled up the pictures on his phone. They were even better shot than she had hoped for, of course, escorts have to take better pictures to attract clients.
He glanced at the clock, quarter til 6. He tossed a ten-dollar bill on the table then stood up. “We’re leaving.” He commanded in a hurry as he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her from the booth.
“Let’s go.” He said, suddenly grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the booth.
“Leave the stove on?” She quipped at him.
“Very funny, but no. I’m gonna show you something cool.” His voice was harder than normal like he was trying to hide his excitement.
The sun had just set as the bell rang out their departure. There were fewer cars, and even fewer people on the street than normal that night, but Rebecca didn’t notice any of that, her pussy ached too much to notice. James tightened his grip around Rebecca’s hand as they passed a gritty looking sex toy shop.
They made a quick detour into an alley where James ordered Rebecca to take off her panties, and she shamefully obeyed before returning to the street.
They took a right at the end of the block, did it again until they stopped in front of the local movie theater. He led the way in.
Inside was moody with only a handful of people waiting for concessions, chatting, or waiting for their turn to enter. James let go of her hand, “Just hang out for a minute. I’ll go get our tickets.”
So she took a seat next to the door. As Rebecca looked up at the Marquis, noticing there weren’t any movies scheduled for the next half hour, and wondered why James seemed in such a rush to get there. While she waited she checked her phone. Nothing new. But she did look over the last picture they took and added Winter’s number to her contacts.
“C’mon,” James said after returning with two tickets in hand.
“What’re we watching?” She asked excitedly, springing up from her seat.
“You’ll see.” He said when he handed their tickets to the clerk who pointed them towards their theater, number 9.
The hall was dimly lit except for the bright Marquis that displayed the movies and the room number on them. Theirs was at the end of the hall, but oddly it didn’t have a movie title on it, only the number 9 on its marquee. After entering they were in a much smaller room, with a ticket machine. James pulled a ticket, and on it was the number 7.
It wasn’t as big as the other theaters, only about half the size with the seats divided into two sides by the stairs descending the middle. Rebecca noticed there weren’t any seats there, only pale, hazy white mattresses large enough for two to lay on comfortably.
James had chosen a matress on the right by the top. As she took her spot next to him, she felt herself sink into it.
Then she remembered an article she read last year, about how some theaters in China had arrangements like this for couples to cuddle on during the movie, except she was in no mood for cuddling. Not after Winter.
But she didn’t have a cock right now, and it seemed like James had no interest in her right now. So she had to make do with sliding her hand down her shorts when the lights dimmed.
“What’re we watching?” She whispered to him as three or four other couples came in behind them.
“Shhhh. You’ll see.” He said as he kicked off his boots as the projector whirred to life behind them.
“Ahhhn.” That wasn’t the movie, she thought, turning her head to face the noise. Rebecca saw a short-haired brunette, several rows below them bobbing up and down, obviously on her knees.
Another moan to their left rose from the darkness, and she could see the outline of a man’s muscled back with the light on the screen. The screen. She looked at it and smiled, despite finding it bizarre that a normal theater would have a room dedicated to playing porn.
She licked her lips as she slid her hand down her already drenched shorts, but just as she started to move, James stopped her. “I knew you’d be too hot and bothered after that to make it home. So I thought you’d like to know off some steam before we got back.” He smirked as he unbuckled his pants, letting his cock rise to meet her.
Rebecca didn’t even need an order to get started. Immediately she stuck the half-hard member in her mouth and began to whirl it around, feeling it grow longer and harder until it touched her throat, leaving it coated it in a layer of her thin warm saliva.
She couldn’t wait any longer and faced away from him, leaking her juices on him as she gripped his warm, hard, throbbing cock in her hand. Slowly she lowered herself. The need to bite her lip overcame her as she tried to keep quiet, it was still a movie theater after all.
Up and down she began to bounce, oblivious to the scene on the screen where a young woman was in the middle of having all three of her holes filled up. Instead, her eyes fell to a woman several rows down.
The woman’s top was open, revealing a pair of medium tits that rose and fell in rhythm. Never before would she have thought that she would be getting turned on watching someone else fuck in a public place, but she loved it.
James felt her get wetter suddenly, like a sink overflowing, drenching his thighs. The woman had stared back at Rebecca and her reassuring amber eyes filled her with confidence.
Rebecca quickly pulled her hair back which gave the girl a full view of her more than ample bust. She hadn’t realized that her pace picked up until the bed they were on began to squeak, drawing the eyes of everyone.
A low Kerthunk was the noise the lights made as they illuminated the small section under the screen where the little teller man appeared, holding up a large poster with the number 4 on it. A glance at James told her to move, and the feeling of his cock sliding out of her made her shiver.
“Looks like we’re up.” He said as he stood, leading Rebecca by the hand down the steps. Instead of turning bright red like she imagined she would if she was paraded around in front of strangers, she embraced it, swaying her hips from side to side, letting everyone’s eyes follow her perfect pale ass.
On the stage was another bed, on which they sat before the man spoke again to the audience. “What position should they take!” And before Rebecca could interject the crowd belted out some cowgirl, some face-down ass-up, one weak cry for missionary which got glares, but most called for doggy style.
Not wanting to disappoint everyone, she crawled onto the bed. But before James could take his position behind her, Rebecca spread her legs wide open while her ass faced the seats. From there she spread her pretty pink slit open with her fingers before she turned so James could take his position.
His cock slid into her easily this time, and slowly he began to pump. Of course, there was a time for sweet, and tender sex, but now was not it. Rebecca picked up the pace herself, making sure the crowd could hear the wet plop plop plop of their fucking.
The feeling of everyone’s eyes on them was intense as she was fucked like an animal, and her moans showed that. Granted she knew she would never normally moan like that, but right now was not a normal situation, and if pornstars have to do it for an audience, she could too.
“Harder!” She groaned out, tightening her little cunt around the head of his cock before she wrapped her leg around his torso, holding him there while she ground her hips on him.
James then put his hands on her hips and did as he was told. His thrusts were harder and deeper than before as she stared out to the crowd. She scanned the room and saw that most people were either touching themselves, or their partner, but a few of them had ignored them. Except for the girl who she was watching earlier. She was currently riding her man, bouncing up and down to match Rebecca’s pace.
Fuck, what was it about her that turned her on so much.
Suddenly her gaze was pulled up when James pulled her hair. Thoughts of submissiveness began to ripple through her mind, and with each thrust pushed those feelings deeper. I’m being fucked in front of everyone like a dog. This is what I deserve.
Over and over he thrust into her, and over and over delightful ahh’s rang out from her, echoing in the suddenly quiet room. Everybody but Rebecca, James, and the girl had stopped, mesmerized by the intensity on display in front of them.
I’m just a fucking slut whose only useful for serving my master, was the last thought in her head before her pussy clamped down on his cock before she tensed up harder and harder until she couldn’t breathe.
Even as she began to turn a pale shade of blue, James kept going until, with a final thrust, he shot load after load after load into her, groaning with each one. She loved how it felt when his softening cock twitched inside her. When he finally let go of her hair, Rebecca collapsed onto her face, panting heavily into the bed and when her ass slumped forward with her, she felt his cum slowly seep out of her.
After a few minutes, they looked around. The room was now empty except for the small man who was sitting on a bed in the row nearest to them, idly reading a book and checking his watch from time to time.
“Alright you youngins had your fun, now hurry up and get out before the next show.”
Energy sparked in Rebecca when she rushed to her clothes while James did the same.
As they began their walk through the night’s warm air to James’ car
“So how was-”
“Fucking perfect.” She hugged his arm and looked up into his eyes. “I wouldn’t mind you being my master for a while longer.”
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