Dinner and a Show

They have already sat down at the table when I arrive, and it quickly becomes clear they are chatting about me, and each step is loudly announced by my high heels, 'klick klick clicking' on the floor. "You're telling me she just went down on you? Well, no wonder you call her Slut now ... oh, right on time. We were just talking about you. I hope you're here to serve us already."

I notice her smirking back at me, taking in my nakedness with a casual, smug demeanor. It takes my mind a moment to catch up with what's going on, and then I jump to attention, my breasts bouncing lively as I do so, as if I need a reminder of how naked I was just then. I heard myself gasp, pleasure racing through me, as I rush to serve them the food I had made ... which had been meant for a romantic evening for two, but too late for that now, or so I told myself, as I brought them the food. I poured a glass of wine for each of them, noting how they smirked at me, and then each other.

I watch as she takes a sip, her smirk growing before gently putting the glass down, and looking in my direction, her gaze intense. She stares for a few seconds, only to quickly look away. "Now that's out of the way, why don't you make yourself useful and provide some entertainment for us while we eat, hmm? Touch yourself for us, Slut. ... Go on, You don't want us to become bored, right?"

I felt my face heat up in embarrassment. Sure, I've done it before ... I even did it before Nick, but only to help keep him calm. Now, I would be doing it openly, before a small audience and with the door to my condo still open to boot. I let out a soft sigh, before reaching down with my right hand and rubbing my shaved mound softly. I gasped in pleasure almost incidentally, causing them to chortle softly in response.

I paused then, my face feeling hot to me, only to notice Tiffany urging me on. I quickly resume, pressing my hands ever further on, and then into, my pussy. I moaned loudly as pleasure started to flow freely through me. In almost no time at all, I feel myself orgasm before them. I gasp loudly, the intensity of the sensation catching me off guard, and soon, I find the pace of my self-pleasure increasing, my hand sinking deeper inside of me. It's not long before my hand is inside my clit to my knuckles, and I can no longer hold back my orgasmic cries. Just a few squeaks pass at first, and soon, I'm all but broadcasting my every moment of pleasure.

The orgasms start coming even faster now, freely impacting my psyche now and likely made all the more powerful by how public it was. I climaxed then, my hand and mount both quite wet, and felt moisture rolling down my legs. I felt a spasm in my right thigh as the pleasure started to displace my other thoughts, and soon, my world was only how good it felt to please myself, and I found my left hand grabbing and squeezing at my breasts. Any hesitation I may have felt at the start was gone by now, replaced by a desire for more.

I orgasmed frantically then, and I climaxed again as I heard her cough, as if I was suddenly reminded that other people were there, and found myself looking at her plate, noting how they must have finished up already. I note her plate is empty. She turned from me to Nick, "Well, I think it's time that we moved on to other pleasures, and I have just the idea."