"Are you going to let the men fuck me, MASTER?", she asked with a trembling voice, her hand moving in tiny circles on her cunt."Are you going to let the men fuck me, MASTER?", she asked with a trembling voice, her hand moving in tiny circles on her cunt. "Oh yes, Monica. They will fuck you over and over. Do you want that? Do you want to be fucked by two strangers that you pick up in a bar?" "Unnnghhh....anything to please you MASTER!!" she moaned. "Thats not what I asked you, you dirty little tramp!...I said do you WANT two strangers to fuck you?!?", I hissed. "YESSSSS!!..I do want it!!..Please!!..Please let them fuck me!" "Thats better. Now take your fingers out of your little fuck hole and get on in the bar. I'll walk in behind you in just a moment or two." She obediently got out and walked sexily and a bit drunkenly into the bar. I waited an appropriate length of time and followed her. When I got inside I took a seat at a small table only a few feet from where she had seated herself at the bar. The little dress had ridden up her thighs nicely and her legs looked wonderful exposed as they were. The bartender had just brought her a tall drink when a young man who looked as if he might be an actor moved to the stool beside her. He was dressed comfortably but sharply in a pair of black slacks and a white shirt that was opened to reveal a chest full of black hair. He began to engage her in conversation. Normally I would have been close enough to hear at least some of what they said, but there was a small band playing for the dancers on the dance floor, and I couldn't make out much of the exchange. They had talked for a short while when there appeared another man who took a seat on her right. He was another attractive man, but looked like a businessman away from home to me. He was still dressed in a dark suit and appeared to me to be in his late thirties. Soon Monica was talking to both the men and they began to laugh and joke with her loudly. Between the two of them they kept her well supplied with drinks and before long I noticed the older man's hand on her back, rubbing the bare skin there in little circles with his hand. |