He doesn't speak, but...

Felicity stands there, breathing hard, her legs feeling weak and shaking. Her legs want to collapse to the floor to recover, but at the same time, she realises she wants to stand and wait for whatever it is he wants of her next.

As she takes in deep gulps of air, trying to recover, she senses her whole body moving, her breasts rise and fall, her firm stomach muscles clench and relax, even her young ass cheeks tighten and release with every breath she takes.

Over the sound of her breathing, she strains to hear him; since his order to her to make herself cum, she has had no idea of where he is, part of her mind even wonders if he has left the room at some time as if to tease her. As she tries to sense him, she thinks she hears a small rustle of movement, and she tries to quieten her breaths to listen better.

Biting her lip to try to hold her breath for a moment, she is sure she hears movement close by, but before she can listen again, suddenly a hand is thrust between her wet thighs. The sudden touch shocks her, making her jump and gasp out, first in surprise then in pleasure as strong fingers press hard against her over-sensitive pussy lips.

"You wet fucking slut" he finally speaks again at last, his voice deep, a hint of amusement sounding through it, the words more a statement than an insult on her. Having recovered from the surprise, all she can now do is try to stay upright as his fingers wiggle inside her roughly, her wetness making it so easy for him to force two between her gently spasming entrance.

"Do you often let an stranger use your body like this then Flis? Are you that much of a slut? Or just stupid and trusting?" Again the words which should be insulting instead arouse her, especially as while he speaks them his fingers worm deeper up between her thighs and inside her, his thumb now also rubbing against her clit.

"Anything could be happening here Flis, you do realise that don't you? You could be getting filmed, maybe broadcast live on the web, or maybe I'm not the only one here, maybe there is an audience in this room? How does that make you feel Flis? Does that scare you?" As he asks his fingers fuck her harder, their push up inside her making her body jerk in time with their probing. Before she can answer his question he continues, "Or does it excite you more? Does it get you more turned on knowing you are being so bad?"