Serving It Up

I let out a sigh, the sound deep and long, as I find myself growing impatient to serve his every request, not caring what it may be. The crowd cheers, shouting out something, but I only have ears for him. I smile back his way, turning briefly to glance at the crowd before turning back to him. I find myself enjoying myself quite a bit, waiting on his every breath for what I shall do next. "My dear Harlot, it seems your top is falling off! It's simply teasing the crowd so much! Why don't you tantalise them no longer, and simply take it all the way off! You can do that for master, won't you?"

I smile back, feeling my pleasure rise, and the cheering start up once more. I simply smile back at him, my grin wide. I pause, as if something he said earlier wanted me to wait until they finished cheering, but not remembering if he had, nor when. Once the sound dies down, I declare gladly, "Why, but of course! Anything for you, oh master!

As the crowd chers, not pausing for a moment to consider, reach a hand around behind and undo my string bikini top. Moving confidently, I make a show of pulling it off, reaching the thin fabric forward and off, before finally letting my.. well, right breast free. I felt it bounce, and again without a thought, hand it to our host, who casually pockets it.

I gasp, smiling broadly as he asks, "Now, you will let me touch them, won't you, my Harlot?", to which the crowd cheers, and even as my cheeks heat up, I find myself smiling back, my pearly teeth visible.

"Oh, but of course, Master! Anything for you!" and barely moments later, I felt his hand moving across them, softly at first, before letting his finger rub across my nipples. My breasts bounce slightly before them, the crowd shouting and calling, but even so, my focus remains on the perform... my master.

His fingers move across my nips, and I moan softly at his touch, my mind not even considering why... just doing what he asked without any other concern or consideration. "What about those in the crowd? You don't mind them if they look on, even reach out at you, do you, Harlot?"

Without a thought, I whole heartily repond, "But of course not, Master! You desire it so!" to which I hear a cacophony of cat calls and whistles from the crowd. I felt hands on my skin, but giggling away, my focus remaining on serving prof... my master.