Yacht Party

A possessive hand wrapped around Jen's shoulder, Mick led her to the taxi, climbing into the back seat with her before giving the driver some brief directions.

Jen felt sore and dispirited as she sat next to him; the soreness because of how overly large Mick's cock was inside her, and the lack of spirit from wondering if she'd be able to endure a full week of Mick's attentions...

She was almost thankful when Mick broke the silence to begin explaining their destination, even if he leaned uncomfortably close while doing so. "I'll be throwing a yacht party for some gentlemen I'm acquainted with tonight. You'll be the entertainment."

Jen's pulse began racing in terror at the prospect of having a literal boatload of men using her the way Mick was, but his hand squeezed her shoulder in what was probably meant as reassurance.

"Relax. They're not all going to dog-pile onto you. You'll just be putting on a bit of a show."

Seeing how tense Jen had already become, Mick held off on mentioning that the show would be streamed as well.

Already dreading the party, Jen kept her head down turned and tried to ignore Mick as best she could. A futile attempt as it turned out, as Mick's hand slipped from her shoulder down to her breasts, giving it a light squeeze before rubbing it casually.

Jen began lifting her arms to slap his hand off instinctively, but hesitated, remembering their deal. Mick continued feeling up her chest with a small grin, feeling her nipple slowly grow stiff beneath her clothing.

"That's a good whore." The smugness in his voice as she whispered into his ear made Jen's face blush red with shame, and she belatedly tried to pull his hand off of her chest, even if it made him angry. His grin widened as she found herself unable to; the difference in physical strength too much to overcome.

Laughing openly, Mick continued fondling Jen's perky tits for a several minutes longer, only releasing her long after she'd ceased all signs of struggling. Her eyes remained lowered as the mix of humiliation at having to let Mick grope her washed over her; along with a shameful dose of pleasure as his hands toyed with her skillfully, if a little roughly.

The car ride was fortunately not too much longer, but as the taxi arrived at its destination, Mick lowered his head close to Jen's ear, speaking to her quietly.

"Before we leave the car, I want you to offer to tip the driver. A lap dance should do it, and it'll be good practice for the party."