Show and Tell at a Bar

Monica—

I drank in the small crowd's cheers for a second, savoring the feeling of being exposed and admired. The sensation of their eyes on my body was almost a physical thing, especially on my slightly sore nipple. I wanted to show off more for them.

I looked to Ed with a grin on my face and probably some stars in my eyes. "Thank you Master! Thanks for showing me off." I tucked my thumbs in my waistband. "However, as good as my tits are, I know they aren't my best asset~"

In a single motion, I bent at the hips and peeled my jeans down to my knees, leaving nothing covering my firm heart-shaped ass except my panties. I wiggled my ass as I stepped out of my clothes, knowing he'd see a pair of perky cheeks that led to plush thighs.

"Do you like? I worked hard on it! Can I show it to all these nice people, too?"

"Anything for my favorite toy." Ed said as he grabbed a handful of my ass. He nearly growled at the softness of my skin, the hardness of my muscles. His hand glided down until it was rubbing my inner thigh, near the threshold of my panties. "You want to show this ass to everyone? Then let's show this ass to everyone."

He guided me to an empty table, took a seat, but shook a finger when I was about to take mine. "We are not eating right now.” My Owner explained. “What you will do is you will bend over at the edge here, leave your tits hanging beside me and present your ass to the world. You will stay in that position until I tell you to quit, and will accept any and all touches that go for your ass. If you want to order, you are allowed to look at the menu, but while holding that position. And you can only move before I allow it if it is to maintain your balance, or to remove your panties."

Without waiting for my answer, he hollered for the customers once again: "Hey folks, who here genuinely loved her ass? Those of you who did, are more than invited to come and have a handful of it!"

Some men and women got up from their seats and made their way to our table. I noticed some couples got up, but sometimes only one side of a couple would leave the table, and the other wouldn't be bothered —and why would they? I wasn't a person, just an object being shown off— content to watch or eat or whatever business they were up to before Ed led me in.

Or at least, that's what I saw before Ed gave me a strict look and I ducked my head down the same time I lifted my ass higher.

This is really happening!!!

My breathing sounded like I had just run a mile in five minutes, fast and deep, my chest rubbing against the smooth wood of the table, nipples catching on tiny grooves and scratches my eyes hadn't seen. Ed's smug grin was looking down at me, his hand cupping my chin.

"Oh dear. Hun, look at this! She's already soaked!" A woman's voice reached my ears a second after a hand caressed my pussy, fingers stroking my clit through the thin— and absolutely drenched— fabric.

Smack!

"I see it babe." Another voice chuckled, his rougher hand mauling the cheek he'd slapped like it was a stress ball.

"Ahhhn..." I gasped and moaned as more people came to play with me. Some were like the couple and stopped for a minute to coo over my form, others offered barely more than a pinch or a grope.

I loved it all.

The touching and feeling. The words that should be degrading and objectifying only made me proud and giddy. The fact I couldn't see anything, only hear the laughs and the joy my body inspired. This is what I've been waiting for!

A server stopped by, her demeanor was tired, brown hair frizzy and blue eyes dim, but her face was amused as she handed Ed the menu.

My Owner grinned and ordered a drink. I was too distracted by a pair of skilled hands to really listen, then he slid the menu to me, the laminated edge digging into my boob slightly.

"Hah? Master?" I looked up for the first time in several minutes, seeing that the lunch rush had truly begun. I was hardly the center of attention, a TV showing a local football game had that honor, but I was solidly in second place.

Somehow, not being the main event was even hotter.

"You've been a good toy. Order yourself a drink.'

"Y-yes sir!" I gasped mid word as a new admirer squeezed both my ass cheeks at once to start off. "I'll have a—ahn! A virgin margarita!” A thumb rubbed over my asshole, teasing it even as something longer and harder pressed against my upper thigh, still bound beneath sturdy denim. “Ohhh~"

"Hey buddy?" A gruff voice finally asked, sounding like he was asking for the time. "You think I could give your object a taste?"

Edward—

I looked the man up and down before I answered. He was already devouring Monica with his eyes, and digging his strong fingers in her curves, smooth pale flesh giving under the leathery tan. I decided that I would save some of my toy for myself, some luxuries should be kept just for the owners. After all, why shouldn't I treat myself?

"Nope. She's all mine on that aspect, buddy. Only touching for you." I answered the man.

With a grunt of dissatisfaction, he grabbed both her cheeks roughly and humped her ass for a bit. I frowned at his harsher treatment of her just because he was denied, but she seemed to like it, so I let it be.

I looked at her face, her blissed out eyes getting crisscrossed at a particularly touchy treatment, her rosy cheeks getting more and more flushed with every customer that used her, her panting mouth already drooling at this point with how much she was moaning. I couldn't stop myself, I grabbed her chin and brought her to me, planting a deep kiss in her mouth. I devoured her, claimed her, rewarded her. She was mine, she knew it, and I bet she was loving every moment of it.

The guy humping her ass complained that I was moving her around too much, so I just said, "Don't like it, leave it. Let me show you how it's done."

The guy seemed to take it as me saying he wasn't allowed to interact with Monica anymore, so he completely lost interest and got back to his table. Everyone else in the impromptu line, however, awaited patiently and curiously to know what I was about to do.

Always making sure I kept at least a hand touching her ass, I unbuckled my pants and planted my erect cock on top of her ass. I rubbed it a bit in the crevice, but asked her before going too far,

"Do you want this?”

"Yesyesyes! I want you to use me! Play with your toy!" She wiggled her ass, grinding eagerly against my hardening cock. "Fuck me!”

"Haha! That would be too good for you, toy. But I'll grant you this: I will use you."

I grabbed her beautiful hips as I thrust my dick forward. Though I didn't penetrate her, I was humping her ass. Her sculpted cheeks hugged my shaft as it moved back and forth across her opening, but never quite entering her. Bringing pleasure only to me.

"Do you like this? Being used by me, bringing me pleasure, but being denied it yourself? Because you're only an object."

"Your object!" Monica echoed. "Your toy!" She squealed into the table, her words quickly devolving into a muddle of blissful murmurs. "Yours..."

I continued humping her, doing it faster and faster as I talked. I slapped her ass as I did it. Once, twice, three times. Then I did it with the other hand, giving the other cheek an equal amount of red imprints.

Monica did nothing but beg and whine for more. Trails of glistening moisture stained her inner thighs and droplets of sweat began to bead on the curve of her back.

"Look at all these people." I moved her head to look at the line that had formed beside me, still thrusting at a casual pace. "They are all seeing you being treated as an object. They love it, they love using you so much, some of them already got in the line again. They all love seeing you pleasure me, some of them are even pleasuring themselves at this sight."

A shy couple, who thought they were being discreet by pleasuring each other as they watched me, got flustered and stopped. But I was so close I didn't care about being watched anymore.

"And you? You love it, don't you, Monica? Being used, having your pleasure be at my mercy, your release at my beck and call, not yours."

I didn't finish my taunting as I exploded onto her. Pleasure rocketed my body as my load landed on her back, staining her and marking her for all to see. With trembling hands and shaky legs, I returned to my spot. Monica hadn't been allowed to move, so she didn't. She did her best to stay in the same spot, the same position.

The next person in line was a woman with blue hair and a punk aesthetic. She gave an easy smirk and a quick glance at my softening cock before leering down at Monica. "Hey big guy, can I lick your cum off her back?"

I considered it for a second, surprised at how used to this I was getting already. "Sure, you're not licking her pussy, you're licking my stuff off of her, so I don't see why not."

The woman gave a happy squeal and got to work. She kneeled beside Monica and ran her tongue along the curvature of her back. All the way up, all the way down, making sure to savor my cum every time she came in contact with it.

"Hey, hey, don't lick it all at once!" I exclaimed to the eager woman. "Leave something for the others, will you?"

With a final slurp, she gave both me and Monica a provocative smile, slapped my toy's ass on her way out, and returned to her table to cheers and laughter from her friends.

The next person practically ran forward and palmed Monica's reddened ass like it held the secrets to the universe.

I could only sip my drink and chuckle to myself.

Monica—

My butt was sore, my legs were stiff and my pussy was aching for a cock, a finger, a tongue, a passing breeze, anything. Murmured nonsense poured from my lips as people continued to grope me, praise me, all while my new owner watched, his wonderful cock hidden away.

I couldn't be happier.

After a few more spanks and a memorable bite that made me squeal, a finger trailed slowly between my cheeks and along my spine, collecting the remnants of cooling cum on an elegant fingertip.

"What a good toy you are, your owner was so mean for not giving you a taste..." The voice was smooth, almost maternal. There was a pause, I saw Master nod with a grin. "Let's fix that~"

A manicured hand gripped my chin and turned my head up. I caught a glimpse of an older woman, forty-ish with graying black hair and smile lines. She held her finger to my open lips, letting me smell the sharp salty-bitterness of semen, then swiped it across my bottom lip, coating it, then finally pressing the last of it to my tongue. I licked her clean automatically and she smiled, not to me, to my owner.

I shivered and licked my lips, moaning when a new pair of hands descended upon my ass the same time my Master's flavor delighted my taste buds. I think I came, just a little, the situation and occasional stimulation just barely enough to push me over the edge.

Voices washed over me, but I was in no place to listen. I hoped I was being a good toy, and that my owner would reward me by letting me please him more.

Edward—

After a long while of having fun with or watching others have fun with Monica, our food had arrived, so I wanted to end it with a bang. I made a signal to the rest of the people in line that they were free to go and, just like before, they immediately lost interest once I gestured that Monica was no longer within their grasp.

I grabbed her by the chin once more, and could see plain as day that she was completely out of it. "You have been a really good toy, you know that? Thank you for that. I wanted to reward you by letting you cum."

At the sound of my voice, or perhaps the promise of a command, her eyes regained some semblance of focus and she looked at my general direction.

"I will let you cum now, but you have to remember you're not a person anymore, so you won't get to cum in a normal person way. Oh, and you can move again, you can leave that position if you want."

As the waitress was putting our meal on the table, I backed up my chair so my legs were no longer under the table, extended one leg in Monica's direction, and continued to speak.

"You will hump this leg. You will hump it until you cum, and you will thank me afterwards." I said in a commanding tone. "And then we're going to eat, because I'm already starving." I also added, in a more playful tone.

Snap! "Now, toy!"