It's time for Megan to feel some pleasure

"You know what? Now I wanna do you. You deserve to cum yourself".

"She isn't into that. Total submissive; she loves to please, that's what she does", Ross says with impatience.

"Well you know what would make me happy? What would really please me, is to give some pleasure back to you." Jacob is talking directly to her now, ignoring Ross.

"Yes, sir" the words just come out of her mouth as a reflex. And god damn, despite the danger, she has to try hard not to giggle when she sees the look on Ross's face. This is strange, she thinks, feeling little shame.

Jacob directs her to her feet, running a hand under her skirt, two of his fingers slip under the material of her panties, stroking across her wet pussy. Now she does gasp; no one's ever touched her like this, except herself. He leans down towards her, his other hand on her breast. "Megan. That was the best blowjob I've ever fucking had", she giggles at the sincerity of the compliment,"Thankyou". And when he laughs too, stroking his middle finger across her clitoris, she almost has a giggle fit, before moaning, the curve of her smile and light in her eyes showing her pleasure. He leans down and whispers "you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen", and kisses her before lifting her up on to his desk. He opens her legs and she looks wide-eyed in anticipation as he sits on his chair. Moving closer between her inviting legs he begins to remove her panties, rolling them down past her ankles then throws them to the floor.

She can feel his hot breath on her pussy, then his wet tongue. She feels it as he begins slowly from the entrance of her now dripping pussy. He takes his time, messaging the inner lips of her cunt, then moving to her labia. "Uhhhh!" She lies back across the wooden desk. "Ooooh", Megan groans, Jacob takes her lips in his mouth, running his tongue over her. He enters his tongue into her cunt hole; tongue fucking her. "MmmMM!! UNGHH!" Megan throws her head back, the young girl's head spinning, she starts groping her own tits. Jacob licks her out while rubbing his thumb in circles around her clit, finding just the right motion that really shoots electricity through her. Then he fingers her, two fingers pumping, her juices soaking his fingers. He reaches inside her for her G spot, prodding it, rubbing it vigorously.

After 10 minutes of alternating between his time tested techniques of licking her out and fingering her, Megan's ready for coming. "OOOOH! MMMMM!" She bites her lower lip; then stars explode. "YESSSS!!! OOOH GOD YES!!!" She screams in delight. After a minute, Jacob lets her calm down from the experience, relishing her girlish moans. She's smiling like a Cheshire cat; and just then, she turns her eyes to Ross - a smart phone recording, pointing right at her, and her face drops. But she notices something else - she'd expect him to be smiling, enjoying this. Instead, he looks angry. Furious, even. Ross slyly puts the phone away before Jacob sees anything. "Definitely sounds like you had fun", Jacob is about to hand over Megan's panties when Ross grabs them. "I'll think I'll take those. You know this humiliation slut will get off on walking around with no underwear". Megan's mortified. As they leave the office, Ross whispers in her ear, "Follow my lead or I share this video, straight into your parents e-mail".

In the store the number of patrons has doubled. Men nudging each other, smiling knowingly at her. Oh god, they heard me. She looks to the floor to ignore the ogling. "I tell you guys what - " Ross actually addresses the all male patrons. "If you give me your number, I promise I'll get you some alone time with my girlfriend here. She's an insatiable slut, can't get enough of sucking cock. Give me your number and we'll organize something. Who's up for it?"

A couple of men shiftily look around the room as if expecting to be ambushed at any moment - and these men actually exit out the front door. "Are you serious?" A man in his mid 20s, already with DVDs in his hand nervously steps forward. Ross looks to Megan. "Tell them". If she could bore a hole in the ground right now and hide there she would. She didn't agree to this. Well, she didn't agree to any of it. "I- ah, I love to suck cocks", she looks away feeling awkward. A man nearing pension age speaks up, "I don't buy this. Is she a prostitute or something?"

"No, man, you don't have to pay. There's no catch. She's just a total slut and I don't mind sharing her. I'll prove it. Lift up your skirt."

She feels like throwing up from the nerves. A wall of men has closed in around them in a circle at this point, everyone looking to see what happens. She grits her teeth, lifting up her micro skirt, knowing full well her panties are sitting in Ross's pocket, revealing her trimmed black bush and her cunt to the room. "Holy fucking shit", "unreal", "hot as fuck", gasps and whispers around the room. "Fucking slut", some unseen stranger says. "Well, any takers? We'll get something planned for you soon".

And then it actually happens - men start approaching Ross, phones out, rhyming out their numbers to him, and all she can do is stand there and burn brighter shades of red. Not everyone does, some chicken out and leave, but there are more men in the store now than there were before. She counts a total of 12 men that give Ross their numbers. Some are diverse in age, race, and class. But 6 of them were decades older and were much like Ross. Fat, balding - including the man that could very well be a retired pensioner, the old pervert gawking at her, the years of his life marked by wrinkles and thinning grey hair.