Give Ellen the finger

"Well," you say, "I know you like to be sexually generous, but fair is fair I would say," you tell her as you unbutton her jeans and pull down the fly. As you pull it open, you reveal a tuft of pubic hair, showing that she has not worn any panties today.

"John," Ellen says completely deadpan, with no hint of surprise. "What on Earth can you possibly be doing?"

"I'm giving you a little feel down under," you say, putting your hand on her lower abdomen and snaking it slowly into her jeans. She spreads her legs slightly to better accommodate you. You brush her swollen pussy lips, and prod to get a finger between her folds. "Giving you a bit of encouragement."

Your wish for her to be fully excited by anything sexual that is happening combines with her state of arousal, making her gasp. "That's really good," she says. Your ginger brushes against her nub, and she gives a little squeak. "God yes, finger me in front of everyone, I love it."

You don't have to keep at it long as Ellen begins to pant. You crouch down slightly to insert a couple of fingers inside of her, and immediately feel her squeeze on them, juices running freely down your fingers. "Fuck yes," she says, drawing sly smiles from some of the nearby party guests.

You gently withdraw your fingers as her vagina stops spasming around them, and draw them up her abdomen, over her chest, to her mouth. She sucks them into her mouth with a slightly dazed look in her eyes, and licks them clean. She smiles as you withdraw them.

"Alright John," she says, "for that, I'm completely yours for the night after the party ends. Meanwhile," she says doing her jeans back up, "you get the choice: do you want me to jack you off on my face, or do you want me to fuck you with my tits or my mouth?"