Cass to be a good little boy for her

Cass was sweating profusely, one of his arms buried deep in Bethany's ample cleavage while the other gripped onto the bar with white knuckled desperation, her hand was stroking up and down his thigh, always coming dangerously close to touching his aching hard cock but never quite making contact. Bethany had leaned forward, her head now resting just next to his, occasionally nibbling on his ear as the warmth of her breath on his neck sent tingles throughout his entire body.

"Mmm, normally I like my partners to be a little bigger." She emphasized the last word by finally grasping his prick, her fingers clutching hard enough to be felt through the denim of his daisy dukes as she pumped away at it. "But I think you're cute enough to make an exception."

"Hnnngh..." Cassidy moaned out as she rolled her hand up and down his meager length, squeezing wondrously at every inch.

"I hope that tongue of yours is ready to do some work." She whispers in his ear, her husky tone driving him to levels of arousal that were truly dangerous, at least for anyone who didn't want a sticky mess in their shorts. "I have some toys that I think that will just drive you wild."

"I-I have..." Cass starts but is cut off by a particularly rough squeeze of his poor little cock. "I have a f-friend."

"Ohhh, and what exactly do you want this 'friend' of yours to do?"

"M-meet you." Cass muttered out, the hand roaming up and down his needy prick getting him dangerously close to an inopportune climax.

"Really is that all?"

Cass could only grunt in response as Beth tightened her grip.

"Why don't you tell me what you really want?" She whispered seductively in his ear, her hand sliding back off his cock leaving it throbbing in her wake.

"FUCK!" Cass yelled out loud enough that people turned to stare at the sudden outburst. "I want you to fuck my friend."

"That's what I thought, now here I was thinking that you were a good little boy." She tells him as her hand sneaks down to undo the button on his overly tight shorts, finally freeing his throbbing prick to the cool air of the club, her fingers rubbing smoothly up against his pulsating dicklet. "But it turns out that you're just a. Filthy. Little. Slut."

She enunciates each of the final words, emphasizing it by squeezing his sensitive balls in a vice tight grip, making him whimper in a heady mix of pain and pleasure. The hand on his back slithered seductively downwards, making his spine tingle with anticipation as it slid down towards the plump ass-cheeks barely covered by his daisy dukes, kneading each cheek roughly with one hand, the rotund flesh overflowing between her fingers. Cass was now fully collapsed onto the bar, Bethany's full form encompassing his as she explored his body with two groping hands.

"Lucky for you, the only thing I like more than good little boys..." She nibbles at his ear as her hands begin rubbing up and down his cock again, thumb and index finger forming a tight O for her to run up and down his length. "Is filthy sluts."

Cass was completely overwhelmed, his cock jerking around with each pump of that tight hole Beth's hands were providing, unable to even consider responding, he could barely keep himself from cumming let alone figure out how to do something so complex as form words.

"Your friend is going to have to be a lot bigger than you if they want to satisfy me." Beth says while she kneads away at his ass, grasping his ass-cheek hard enough to leave a mark on the pearly-white skin. "Tell me about them."

Cass only moans in response, the feelings wracking his body overwhelming his poor brain, the only thing piercing through the haze of delight he was feeling is when her hand stops moving, that impromptu ring of digits coming to stop moving at his tip.

"Tell me and I'll continue."

"She's big." Cass's pleasure-addled mind is able to take action, if only to try and resume the journey of those fingers that were resting despairingly still at his tip.

"H-huge really..." Through his hazy memory Cass thinks of the ten inch slab of cock-meat that had fucked him into a sticky passed-out mess, his body trembling as it remembers the sensation of that thick dick slamming into each of his eager orifices over and over.

"Mmm, that's what I like to hear." Beth says as her fingers resume their previous movement, drawing a pathetic whimper of glee from Cass. "And when your huge friend is having her way with me, you're going to be watching like the nasty whore you are?"

Bethany doesn't expect a response, her little fuck-toy far too preoccupied with humping away with his hips to try and fuck the tight hole she's made with her fingers.

"While your watching your friend fuck me, who would you imagine yourself as?"

She murmurs in his ear as the hand on his ass moves to slide the back of his shorts to one side, exposing his ass-crack to the world and coming to press up against his sensitive rosebud.

"Would you imagine yourself as the hung stud fucking my wet, tight pussy?"

Beth speeds up her movements, the hand grasping his cock, moving feverishly up and down his little prick, feeling it tremble as his impending orgasm grows closer and closer.

"Or... do you imagine yourself getting fucked..." Beth's finger presses up insistently against his clenching sphincter, finding even less resistance than she expected as her middle digit eases its way in. "That huge cock stretching out your tiny little hole."

Cass whimpers in orgasmic bliss as Beth's fingers clamp down even harder, the tight ring of her digits now only moving back and forth furiously fast over his overly-sensitive tip. At the same time the finger in his ass delves deeper, finding his delicate prostate and rubbing deliciously hard up against it, triggering Cass's mind-shattering climax.

His entire body shudders as he orgasms, the overwhelming bliss of both his cock-head getting frantically stroked and his prostate being assaulted overpowering him. His limbs shake as his little prick pumps out it's long awaited load all over Bethany's savagely pumping hand and his own thighs and denim shorts, cock-tip spurting out several thin, watery ropes of semen. His dick continues pulsing even after it's shot out all of the disappointing cum that his balls could produce, his collapsed form trembling weakly over the bar as Beth milks his prostate for all he's worth.

With one parting squeeze to his flaccid and exhausted cock, Beth withdraws her hand to examine the fruits of her labor, unimpressed with the paltry amount she reaches out lewdly with her tongue to clean the meager offering off of her long lithe digits. Her other hand continues battering away at Cass's **** ass-hole, his body wracked by the post-orgasmic waves of pleasure flooding from his hypersensitive prostate. Finally taking mercy on the poor boy she had been tormenting, Beth slides out her finger, giving him one last spank on the ass that has his slumped over tired form quiver in response.

"Now, I think it's time we meet that friend of yours."