Check on Cumslut who's been watching desperately from the sidelines

Jake Trask's house backyard, at 3:58 PM on Saturday June 15th, 2024

Your bronze legs carry you across the deck toward where Cumslut stands trembling near the pool house wall, one hand pressed desperately between her thighs through her denim shorts. Her bright blue eyes are glazed with frustrated tears, her petite frame shaking as she watches Cherry collapse forward onto Devon.

"Hey sweetie," you purr, reaching out to cup her flushed cheek. "You look like you need some attention."

"I—I can't—" Cumslut whimpers, her voice barely coherent. "I've been watching everyone and I'm so—so wet—I need—" Her words dissolve into incoherent moaning as she grinds against her own hand.

You turn toward the crowd still gathered around Cherry's scene, raising your voice with your natural commanding presence. "Yo! We've got another girl here who needs to get fucked!" You grip Cumslut's wrist and pull her hand away from her soaked crotch, then spin her around to face the watching partygoers. "Look at her—she's been dying to get bred this whole time!"

Multiple heads turn immediately. Several guys start moving closer, their eyes locked on Cumslut's petite trembling form.

"Please," Cumslut begs, her hands moving to the button of her ultra-short denim shorts. "Someone please—I need cock inside me—need to cum so bad—"

"Damn, she's desperate," mutters a tall Latino guy with a shaved head, already palming the growing bulge in his swim trunks.

"I'll fuck her," announces a muscular Asian guy wearing board shorts, stepping forward confidently. He looks maybe twenty-one, athletic build, tribal tattoo on his shoulder. "Name's James. Been watching you girls since you arrived—absolutely incredible."

"Me too," adds a shorter white guy with messy brown hair and glasses, his hand already stroking himself through his jeans. "Can we both take her?"

Cumslut shoves her denim shorts down her tan thighs frantically, her white thong soaked completely through with arousal, the fabric clinging transparently to her swollen pussy lips. Clear fluid drips down her inner thighs in steady streams.

"Holy fuck, look how wet she is," breathes James, his eyes widening. "That's not normal—that's like—"

"I don't care," Cumslut sobs, kicking off her shorts completely and reaching for her pink crop top. "Just fuck me—breed me—pump me full of cum—I'll do anything—"

She tears off the crop top, her perky C-cup breasts bouncing free, her stiff pink nipples visibly throbbing. Her entire petite body is flushed pink with desperate arousal, trembling violently as she hooks her thumbs into her soaked thong.

"Where you want her?" James asks you directly, clearly recognizing you as the one orchestrating this.

You glance around the deck—the pool lounger where Connor just bred Candy is now empty, Candy having moved off somewhere else. Perfect spot for a show.

"Pool lounger," you command, pointing. "Put her on display so everyone can watch her get bred properly."