Without a second thought

You are too far gone to even think of resisting. Whimpering, you fumble at the tiny thong you're wearing. You wriggle, lifting your hips enough to tug the tiny garment down over your thighs. You push them down over your knees and, still sitting, struggle for a moment as you pull them over your heels. You sit back up, holding your panties in one hand. You look at Mr Longstreet. He in turn looks back at you with a smirk. The glimmer in his dark eyes tells you he knows he owns you now. Your juices flow at the thought. Wordlessly he takes the panties from your hand and you relax your grip on them. A moment later, they're gone, tucked away in his inner jacket pocket.

"Hehehe...hmmm...you are an obedient little toy. Now show me. I want to see your pretty, little, married pussy."
His words fill you with shame, reminding you of your husband. Your husband who is somewhere at this party, unaware of what his wife is doing so close to all the guests. The realisation that you could be caught at any moment only fuels the fire between your hips. Your head lolls back against the back of the booth bench as you once again grab the hem of your dress. You tug it up your thighs, over your hips and expose your now bare pussy to the eyes of the man you only just met. You wriggle your hips as you spread your thighs for him.

"Good girl. Very good girl. You have such a gorgeous little pussy, you know that? It looks delicious." Having a stranger praise your sex is more exciting than you could have imagined. "Th-thank you?" You manage to whimper.

Your breath catches in your throat as you watch Mr Longstreet reach out with a single hand. You watch as he reaches for your pussy, a finger curling towards you. "Mmmmph..." Your hips roll as you try to press your dripping folds to his finger. Gently, coaxing, he makes contact. The tip of his finger teases its way along the outer edge of your lips, following their contour. He finds the tiny valley between the crease of your thigh and your womanhood. "Ooh!" You coo and feel your walls clenching, **** for more.
"Hehehehe. You like this, don't you?"
Wordlessly, shamelessly, you nod.
"Use your words" A second finger, on the other side of your pussy, pressing against you from either side.
"Yes..."
"Yes what?" He presses his hand against you, squashing your engorged lips against his palm.
"Yes, I like this."
He pulls his hand away, slightly, before returning, the tip of his finger just slipping between your lips, teasing against your wet, hungry hole. "Do you want more?"
"Y-y-yes please"

And once again, like before, his hand is gone before you can even realise it. "Noooo!" You almost sob quietly as he breaks contact.
"If you want more, you need to beg for it my little toy."