“I’m a slut”

“Good” Molly smiles, the streak of juice still glistening in her armpit. “No write the word ‘slut’ on your face with lipstick.”

Emma is shocked. Shocked but still trembling with lust. “But you said all I had to do...”

“Sorry. The price went up while you were busy hesitating. Inflation.” Molly throws a stick of deep red lipstick at Emma.

You wonder how much longer you can watch. Your erection rages. You glance down at it wondering if you should pull off your pants to be ready for your moment. If it ever comes. If Molly hasn’t pushed it too far already.

And when you look up Emma has just about finished writing the word “SLUT” in big red letters on her forehead.

Then she looks at Molly with puppy-dog eyes. “Now?”

Molly relents and nods and Emma thrusts her face into Molly’s armpit, lapping at it like a famished kitten at a bowl of milk. She moans and groans. It’s a sight to behold.

It’s not long before her hand slips into Molly’s panties and you can see the indication of her fingers rubbing furiously.

Molly’s jaw drops. She’s beginning to tremble with delight as well. She glances over at your stall. And you decide that now is the time to make an appearance.

You burst out triumphantly, your erection raging, pointing in Emma’s direction.

She doesn’t notice. Her tongue slides over every inch of Molly’s wet, saliva covered armpit. It’s all she wants in this world.

But Molly knows what to do. She reaches over with her other hand, grabbing Emma by the hateful and pulls her head back. “Hey Slut.”

“Yes?”

“There’s a man behind you. Did you know that?”

Emma glances back at you, a half second at your face, then here eyes trailing down to stare at your bulge.

“He’s going to do things to you. Whatever I tell him. Understand?” Molly speaks at a heightened whisper. Emma nods. “That okay with you?”

Emma takes a deep breath “I’m a slut”

Then Molly looks over at you, her eyes also lingering on your huge hard-on. She’s never looked at you like this before.

“Strip her and take her ass” she commands.