Jill; His Crush

He paused, as a look of surprise, and then a smile appear quickly on his face, his brain clearly working through what he's feeling. I watch, remaining silent as I catch a glimpse of the woman he's staring at. She's about his age, or maybe a year older, and quite full-figured. An air of casual confidence seems to surround her, even now as she wears only a towel. I notice the towel is wrapped just high enough that her nipples are not exposed if just bearly. The towel seems to cling to her, not hiding any of her curves and cuts off just off at her mid-ass cheek. This is a fact not lost on my Master (Nick), given how transfixed he is. She seems to have noticed us, and I notice as a smirk formed on her lips, and she makes her way over to us.

As she walks, clearly enjoying herself and stepping one foot around and before the other, I hear My Master whispering, "She was my crush back in High School, but I was always too nervous to ask her out. Don't screw this up for me." I try to respond, but only a soft, unintelligible mumble/moan comes out due to the bright red ball-gag which has been pressed hard into my mouth. I feel my cheeks heat slightly, as I feel myself drool slightly then; the only reward for my effort. Soon, she's standing before us, an amused expression clear on her face. "Well, how amusing is it to meet you here? I'm visiting a friend, and I find you here. Are you still as nervous as you were in high school?"

He swallows quickly, before saying. "Jill! What a surprise! And yes, I'd like to think I've grown since then." She nods, still amused, and turns her gaze on me. "And isn't this a sight? Did you know I'd be coming, and you even **** her to be naked? How did you manage to get such an attractive speciam, no less?" I moan softly then, the ball-gag leading to me risking drooling more in the process. He grabs me around the wrist, pulling me close. I **** my naked body to relax against his side and felt my arousal pique higher as his left hand cupped my left breast casually. I feel him squeeze it, his hold growing steadily tighter. He seems to kneed it softly, as his right hand hold me tight around the waist, his hand planted squarely on my right ass cheek. "Actually, she is really is my Slut. She lives with me and is quite submissive to me. Truly, her one true desire is to serve me. Watch this." as he speaks, his hand released from my breast, his palm rubbing softly across my nipple. I moan softly in response, and I look up submissivally to him as his hand starts to rub across my inner thigh. Almost without conscious thought, I spread my legs for him and soon felt his hand rub across my shaved mound. I moan softly at the touch, swiftly orgasming before them, and all the whille managing somhow to myself to stay relaxed. I place an arm around his waist, as pleasure flowed through me. I feel myself orgasm yet again as his fingers move across my skin, before pressing against my clit. He moves them forward and back softly, and I feel my legs start to quiver in response.

She watches closely, a look of smug superiority plasterd on her face. Its clear to see why, given the attention she's placing on us. I feel my Master squeeze my ass suddenly, and I have to resist jumping up in the process. I do stand up slightly on my feet, arousal, and happiness clear on my face. After a minute or so, during which I feel liquid drop from my pussy lips and down my leg, she holds her hands up then, rolls her eyes slightly, and in an exasperated tone, "Alright! You're an item! Fine, I get it." she lets out a heavy sigh, before continuing. "Look, the truth is my life has not exactly been the most ... exciting lately. It's been hectic, and I would love to join you in this little thing you have going. ... be a mistress for you and your Slut. If you won't mind me butting in, that is ... You'd have to put up with seeing more of me, in tight, not to mention revealing bondage gear, of course. What do you say, sport? Common, I know you hat the hot for me then, and can see that flame has not exactly died out since then."

As I watch, Jill's expression of casual believes in her superiority is firmly in place, all but shining our way. I feel my cheeks heat up, quite aware of the fact my fat was being casually discussed, and yet found myself not minding being so degraded. Part of me felt humiliated, as I release I've come swiftly from wanting to distract him in a lift to keep him from panicking to becoming his Slut so bad that it's become my name. And yet, I find myself enjoying it, as though part of my being as accepted and internalized it and decided it was a pleasurable and enjoying concept. I orgasm as he slapped my ass then, pausing to consider her request. I remain silent, aside from a moan or two, my naked body visible to all present.