Page 42 of Such A Good Girl

‘Is she well behaved?’ another asked.

‘Ashley,’ Bobby said. Instantly I perked up. He took off my blindfold. The room beyond him was dimly lit. Luxurious furnishings interspersed with people, mostly men but some women, wearing smart clothing. Primly dressed servers movedbetween couches, topping up drinks. It was far from the seedy dive bar I’d thought we’d land in. ‘Fuck my shoe, darlin’.’

Panic filled my stomach as I glanced at the group of men surrounding us, all seated casually and drinking whisky. So many people watched me. Seeing me not as a fully fledged successful human, but as a sex toy. A pleasure slave.

Bobby waited, his warm eyes focused on my face. He was waiting to see if I’d back out. If this level of degradation was too much for me.

Stares burned into me, searing me with a heightened awareness. I shifted, sliding my thighs open and pressing myself to the polished leather of his shoe.

‘Such a good girl,’ he crooned as I rocked my hips.

My cheeks flamed as a man chuckled behind me.

‘She’s got a fine ass, that’s for sure,’ a voice said.

Their comments and laughter spurred me on, adding to the delicious deviance of the act. Never would I have thought I’d be surrounded by a group of men watching me pleasure myself, far less against my boyfriend’s shoe. Tension coiled at the wrongness of it. At the rightness.

I whimpered as I slid against him, desperation driving each thrust of my hips.

Before I could come, Bobby dragged me onto his lap, laughing as I begged him to let me finish. But he wanted me to know who watched us. Hiding my face in his lap while I humped at his leg wasn’t enough.

‘Show them, Pet,’ he said, turning me to face his friends. They watched me with idle fascination as I spread myself for them, my wet cunt on display.

‘Damn, she's a filthy one.’

‘Do we get to share?’

‘Can she swallow that monster cock of yours?’

The conversation was hard to follow, but before I’d had time to process it, one man was walking over to us, unbuckling his belt. He slid on a condom, stroking his shaft as he approached.

‘Bobby,’ I moaned, needing him to okay it.

‘I want to watch you take him. Make up for all those years Jerry denied you, my love. These are my friends and I enjoy sharing with them. I want you to be used like you deserve. You’ll take them for me, won’t you?’ The words rumbled against my ear, and I nodded.

Bobby’s hand slid to my throat, pinning me in place while his friend knelt in front of us.

‘Damn, you’re a pretty thing,’ he said, stroking his dick through my wet folds. ‘Look at you, trying to get me inside. What a perfect slut for your owner.’

Reaching out, he turned over the golden tag that hung from my collar, reading the read inscription. With a nod at Bobby, he trained his eyes on mine as he pushed inside me, my thighs trembling over Bobby’s.

‘How does she feel?’ Someone called.

‘Like a needy slut,’ he groaned, pulling out and pressing back into me. Bobby’s fingers tightened on my throat, reducing my breathing to shallow pants as his friend fucked me. His other hand dipped between my legs, teasing me. He didn’t seem to care that his friend's pelvis smacked against his hand as his thrusts grew more erratic. From the increasingly large bulge against my ass, he was as turned on as I.

Being taken by complete strangers while my boyfriend held me for them had me reaching new heights. When an orgasm washed over me, I moaned lustily, giving in entirely to the moment. The man came when my pussy tightened around him, whispering dirty nothings to me as my metal tag jungled with each thrust.

‘Thank you,’ I whimpered as he slid out of me, leaving me gaping for the world to see.

Bobby shifted beneath me, unleashing his dick and covering it in lube from a bottle he’d had in his pocket. He’d come prepared.

Grasping me around the waist, he pressed against my ass. I gripped his arms, my nails clawing at him as he forced his way into my ass. I caught sight of us in a mirrored pillar beyond the couches. Seeing myself there, with the pink collar set on, my hair a mess and sweat clinging to my naked skin, made me horny all over again. I loved being Bobby’s girlfriend. Being pampered and looked after. But I needed his depravity. My depravity. And I counted my lucky stars that no matter what, I trusted he’d forever foster my need for sex. For dirty, despicable sex.

With my chest heaving, he seated me fully on his cock, my vision blurring at the intensity of it. Another man approached, pressing his sheathed cock to my lips and making me swallow him down. There was no kindness in his touch, and that only made me want to please him all the more.

He withdrew his drool covered dick and knelt, pushing it into me. The tightness was overwhelming. Between him and Bobby, I was sure I was going to burst open like an overripe fruit.

‘Fucking hell,’ the man mumbled, twisting my nipples until I cried. With a stroke of his tongue, he gathered my tears, consuming them.

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