Some Titty Teasing

Assmaster then dropped the hose, stepping up behind Stiletto and cupping her breasts with his hands. Stiletto grit her teeth as his fingers pressed into her flesh, lifting her tits up slightly as if to give the audience a clearer view of them as his thumbs lightly, almost lazily, brushed over her nipples. "Now," he said to the audience, "With a name like 'Assmaster' I'm fairly sure you all know how this is going to end up. Up her rear end, that is."

He paused to let some of the audience laugh at his statement. "However," Assmaster added, "While this little lady has one of the tightest looking asses I've ever seen, it'd be such a waste to not take our time and have some fun with these too. Don't you agree?"

His fingers suddenly switched possition, his thumbs and forefingers gripping onto Stiletto's now fully hardened nipples and giving them a firm series of tugs. Stiletto grit her teeth harder, her breath hissing out between them and tried to turn her head back to glare at Assmaster. Even if her body was going to give in at the end, she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of breaking the second he started stimulating her.

He was going to have to work for it. At least a little bit.

Assmaster's response to her silence was to intensify his tugging on her hardened peeks, stepping forward to press his body against her suspended one from behind. She could feel the tent in his pants pressing up against one of her ass cheeks and, if she was any judge of size in a possition like this, it seemed that while Assmaster wasn't hiding some secret monster in his drawers, he wasn't exactly overly compensating for something either.

Another tug brought an involentary grunt from out of Stileto's throat and upon hearing it, Assmaster grinned and continued his ****, now switching between rubbing and pinching as he continued to work her breasts over. Shit, Stileto thought to herself, his hands were actually more skilled than she'd expected from a novice. He seemed to know the right pressure to apply to his tugging and rubbing so it hovered right on the edge between pleasure and pain. Her bound legs squirmed and shook, betraying how fast her body was warming up despite her attempts to keep her cold glare.

"I SAID," Assmaster growled, despite the huge smile on his face, "Don't you agree?"

"G-Get... fucked, asshole," Siletto responded and then mentally kicked herself for the easy opening she had left for him.

"It's your slut asshole that's gonna wind up fucked here," Assmaster said, confirming Stiletto's low expectations for his witty repartee, "Though speaking of, perhaps it's time to start working a little closer to our goal..."