17-07-2019, 02:28 PM
As required, Summer ordered an Irish whiskey and a small draft beer from the female bartender. Summer situated both glasses in front of her and casually looked around the bar. She did not see any familiar faces which gave Summer a great deal of relief. Summer sat on the barstool rehashing the events of the past ten days.
It was Thursday a week ago when she sent the picture of her face in response to an inquiry she had made at one of those lonely housewives sites. She had meant to send a picture of her fucking a black dildo into her pussy without her face, but her hand had slipped and she attached the wrong picture. The email found its way into the hands of one of her students and she had been under his direction ever since. She had never dreamed that she could be blackmailed, but the young man, her student, was quite demanding. Summer found herself falling further and further under his control as well as deeper into trouble. Her young master had her nipples and pussy lips pierced only last weekend.
Now this weekend was started with a re-styling of her hair after she had experienced her first gang bang while secured to her young master's sex contraption last night at the college during the second half of the football game. Her pussy was becoming wetter as she thought about the sexual things she had experienced as well as the humiliating things her young master was forcing her to do. Summer could feel her body reacting to the thoughts she was having and she shook her head to try and clear her head.
"Nice hairdo if I do say so myself," came the voice that she did not recognize.
Summer turned slightly away from the bar and came face-to-face with the man who had watched her achieve her orgasm as she sat in the styling chair as Midge manipulated her. Summer did not know what else to say but, "Thank you."
The man did not bother to ask for her approval as he sat on the stool directly in front of her. She could not really tell him that she was waiting on someone because she did not know what her young master's plans were for her at that moment.
"I hope you don't mind that I sit here, but I just wanted to get a good look at you because you put on quite a show just a few minutes ago," the stranger said to her.
"I am sorry that you saw that. I lost control and had been forced to drink too much wine before my styling session," Summer replied hoping the stretched truth worked.
"Oh, I see, you were made to sit there, flash your pussy and were directed to allow men to watch you rub your clit. Is that right," the stranger asked.
Summer was squirming on the bar stool. The man was pushing all the right buttons and she knew that he would continue to press her on the details of her submission. The man leaned forward and introduced himself, "I am Mike Roberts. I run a charter operation on the lake. Maybe you have heard of me," Mike said.
Summer tried not to let him know that she suddenly realized who he was. She and her husband James had rented a large power boat from this man during the summer before James left for Asia. It was their summer vacation so to speak as they had spent an entire week on the large area lake drifting from cove to cove finding intimate spots to spend the night out on the lake. Their power boat had a very nice cabin and she had made love the whole week with her husband, even finding time to skinny deep when no one was around.
"Well that sounds like a very good business to be in given you are so close to the lake," Summer said without trying to sound like she knew too much about the lake.
"I feel like I know you. Have you ever rented from my company? I lease large boats for weekday or weekend excursions," Mike said.
"No I am sorry, but I have not been out on the lake," Summer lied.
Mike edged closer to Summer and whispered, "I loved watching you rub your pussy. Did you enjoy looking at me while you did it?"
Summer tried to avoid eye contact now. She knew this man and more importantly, he knew her husband. "I am sorry, but I got carried away in the moment. Please don't think badly of me," Summer said to the boat owner.
"Oh my, I could not think badly of you. I just cannot imagine how that felt to be showing off your panties knowing that a man was watching you as you had that orgasm," Mike continued.
As he sat with Summer, Mike inched closer to the now newly styled woman. He looked from Summer's trimmed & highlighted locks, to her neck and to the tube top. His eyes focused on the protruding nipples and he could clearly see that each nipple was pierced. He looked back up into Summer's eyes and asked, "How long have you had your nipples pierced?"
Summer was becoming more and more uncomfortable by the minute. She was taken aback that the man had first witnessed her humiliation in the hair salon, but now he was in the bar sitting next to her staring at her nipples. Summer tried not to look at Mike and avoid the question, but she was brought back to reality when she felt his hands touching her shoulders softly when he asked, "Does your husband like the piercings?"
Summer was becoming more and more uncomfortable. She was being touched by a stranger while sitting on a bar stool in a place she had never been. She had been directed to go to the bar by the hair stylist and Summer knew that those had been her young master's instructions. Now, she was being touched by the man that she had so humiliatingly entertained with her orgasm through the front window of the salon.
"I have had them about a week," Summer finally answered, "But my husband does not know as he has been out of town."
The situation was becoming more and more uncomfortable as well as humiliating to the teacher. The bar was quite cold as it was obvious that the air conditioner worked quite well and it was making her nipples stand out even more than before. Now she was being touched by a new man in her life and she could not leave because she had been ordered to sit at the bar by her young master. Additionally, she had been told to order an Irish whiskey and a draft beer, but had not been told she could drink it. Summer so needed to drink the whiskey badly.
Mike moved even closer to the teacher as he kept up his soft massage of her shoulders. She seemed to be responsive to his touch, or at least not unwilling to accept his touch which meant to Mike that he could continue. He looked into Summer's eyes and said, "Does that feel good? I like touching the soft skin of a beautiful woman, and you are quite beautiful."
Summer did not know which way to turn. On the one hand, she was expecting her young master at any moment and did not know if he would be pissed off because she was seated with another man while he touched her. But, on the other hand, the man's touch was soothing and she could feel her body reacting positively to the unsolicited touch. Summer realized that once again another man was being able to do whatever he wanted to her and she was unable to resist, or more importantly, she did not want to resist.
"Yes your touch feels good, but Mike I am a married woman who just came in to have a quick drink before heading home," Summer said.
"Well, I don't believe you for a minute that you just came in for a drink. Anyone dressed the way you are is begging to be touched and talked to," Mike said.
"I am sorry if I have given you that impression, but I really am here for only a moment," Summer said less authoritatively, but as firm as she dared.
"Oh, don't apologize Mrs...? I don't even know your name, what is it?" Mike asked.
Summer knew now that she was going to be trapped if she gave him her full name. She had not been in this situation before and had no guidance from her young master as to what she could or should do.
"My name is Summer and it is nice to meet you," Summer said as she extended her hand to shake Mike's.
"Very nice to meet you Summer. What did you say your last name was?" Mike asked.
"Let's just keep it on a first name basis Mike," Summer responded.
"Well, have it that way Summer, but it would be nice to know your full name. I just know I have met you before," Mike replied.
As he sat with the teacher, Mike was searching his brain for where he had met the startlingly beautiful teacher. He knew that he had met her earlier this year, but could not for the life of him remember how or when. And, Mike wanted to know more about Summer after having seen exhibition in the salon window.
Mike looked down from Summer's eyes, passing a view of her still erect nipples and down to her legs. From the side, Mike could see the side straps of the teacher's red thong had slipped above the waistline of the spandex skirt. Mike saw that the hem was up to the top of Summer's thighs and he knew that it would only be minutes before he would once again get a good look of the woman's red panty covered pussy. So, Mike decided to step up the pressure on Summer in an effort to not only find out more about her, but also to get her more relaxed.
"Why aren't you drinking your whiskey and beer Summer," Mike asked.
Now Summer was in another compromising situation. She was seated at a bar with an Irish whiskey and draft beer in front of her. Yet, Summer knew that she was not allowed to drink either because she had not been instructed to do so. "No particular reason Mike. I was just sitting and enjoying the atmosphere I guess," Summer sheepishly replied.
"Drink down the whiskey Summer. I can see that you are a little chilled in the bar and it might warm you up," Mike said firmly, but with a sly grin.
Summer did not immediately get Mike's meaning until she saw him looking at her tube top. Summer followed his eyes down and saw that her pierced nipples were poking against the thin fabric of the top. She could see the outline of the barbell piercings so Summer was sure that not only could Mike see the piercings, she was pretty confident that he could see the outline of her nipples. Summer quickly brought her arms up to her chest and just smiled sheepishly at the boat salesman.
"Oh, don't go all shy on my Summer. I have been watching you for the past hour and a half as you sat in the salon window. Put your arms down by your side, pick up your whiskey and shoot it right now," Mike said more demandingly.
Summer once again did not know what to do. She had been instructed to order the Irish whiskey and draft beer by her young master, but he had told her when she could drink it. But, Summer's mind was reacting to the constant stares and now the words of the boat salesman. About that time, Summer felt like she was being rescued as her phone rang. She quickly retrieved the phone from her purse and saw that it was her young master calling. Now what was she to do? Should she answer as she was required and let Mike hear her address her young master. Or, did she answer the phone as she normally would and risk making the young master mad.
On the third ring Summer answered quietly, "Hello Master T."
"Slut, I am tied up at the moment and cannot get to Meehan's," came Todd's reply.
"What do you want me to do Sir," Summer replied in her lowest voice.
"Why are you whispering slut," Todd asked.
"Master T, I am sitting at the bar like you directed me, but there is someone sitting close and I am embarrassed that he might hear how I address you," Summer said.
"Do you know the man's name," Todd asked.
"Yes Master T, it is Mike Roberts," Summer responded.
Mike was watching the conversation and could make out portions of Summer's responses. He did hear quite clearly Master and Sir, which he found very interesting. He watched as Summer continued to whisper into her phone and Mike noted that Summer's nipples seemed to get harder as she talked.
"Do you have the remote control for your egg slut," Todd asked.
"Yes Master T, it is in my purse," Summer replied.
"Slut, hand your phone to Mike," Todd instructed.
"Please Master T, don't do that to me. I have done everything you have instructed me to do. Please do not humiliate me here with a stranger," Summer pleaded.
"Oh, but slut, you do know Mike don't you. I bet he does not remember you and your husband renting a boat from him this past summer. He hasn't recognized you yet, but I bet he would remember the very short shorts and tank top you wore the day you picked the boat up," Todd said.
"How do you know that Master T," Summer asked.
"Slut, when are you going to realize that I know everything about you? Now give him the goddamn phone like I told you or you will not like the consequences," Todd screamed into her ear.
"Mike, Master T would like to speak with you," Summer said in compliance with her instructions.
Summer watched as Mike carried on a conversation with her young master on her phone. Summer watched as Mike's eyes roamed her body with each sentence he exchanged with her young master. There was a pause and then Mike said, "Your Master T has told me to tell you to give me your remote control device."
Dejected and humiliated, Summer reached into her purse, pulled out the controller and handed Mike the remote control to the black egg that was buried deep in her pussy. Summer was sure that the juices of her pussy were fully coating the device and she prayed that it did not somehow slip out of her. Summer felt sure that her juices were pooling on the barstool as the more humiliated she became, the more turned on she was becoming.
"Your Master says to now drink your shot of whiskey and then chase it with the draft beer," Mike said.
Summer immediately, held the whiskey shot glass to her lips, tilted her head back and quickly downed the shot. The whiskey immediately burned her throat and she made the low coughing sound so often accompanied by that burning sensation you get when you do a shot. "Now, chase that shot by chugging your beer and make sure to let some of the beer run out of the corners of your mouth and onto your tits slut," Mike said.
That last instruction Mike had made on his own, but it was met with a "Right on," from Todd.
As Summer drew the cold mug to her lips, she watched as Mike fumbled with the remote control. As she tilted her head back and the beer began to flow into her mouth, Summer watched in agony as Mike's thumb found the power switch and the egg jumped to life in her pussy. "Drink up slut," Mike ordered.
As Summer started swallowing the cold beer, the vibrations in the egg increased in its intensity. The setting had to be nearly on the highest position as she held the mug to her lips and the last one third of the beer began to slide into her mouth into her throat. The sheer stimulation of the vibrating egg gave Mike his wish as beer spilled from both sides of Summer's mouth, ran down her face, over her chin and then dripped steadily onto her breasts. The cold beer gave additional stimulation to her nipples, which now felt to Summer like they would push through the thin material of the tube top very soon.
The beer that had escaped from her mouth was now running down her neck and into her cleavage. Summer shivered as the ice cold beer slowly dripped between her breasts and started running down her stomach where it started to make the upper waistband of her skirt wet.
Just as quickly as the glass of whiskey and beer were emptied, replacements quickly followed. Summer was instructed to drink them one right after the other. Summer could not gulp down all of the beer and her upper breasts were getting coated with cold beer which of course was hardening her nipples even more. The vibrating egg was also stimulating Summer to the point that she had to uncross her legs and press her pelvic bone downwards towards the seat of the bar stool.
Mike got the view that he had been anticipating as he watched Summer uncross her legs. He noticed that she spread her thighs slightly and had begun to bite her lower lip. Mike watched as Summer slowly rocked her ass against the seat of the stool in a slight fucking motion. Mike saw that Summer had locked the heels of her platform shoes against the support rung of the stool. Summer's hands were pressing downward on her thighs in the hope that it would help to keep her from screaming due to the vibrations of the egg.
"Summer, turn towards the bar, spread your legs and rock your pussy against the stool until you cum," Mike ordered, which Todd heard over Summer's phone. As Summer began to turn, she had to raise one of her feet over Mike's foot as he had placed it between her feet on the support rung. When Summer did this, Mike could make out the full length of the crotch of her panties.
As Summer turned and faced the bar, Mike handed her phone back to her. With his right hand, Mike slowly slipped it inside the waistband of Summer's black spandex skirt. He grasped the straps of Summer's thong and gently pulled it upwards so that the material of the crotch pressed deeper inside her pussy as well as pressing harshly against her ass hole.
Summer put the phone up to her ear and heard her young master say, "Ok slut, spread your legs wide and cum for me while I listen."
"Please Master T, not here in the bar," Summer begged.
Her plea was met with silence and she knew her fate was sealed. This new man in her life, who still did not know who she was, had run his hand inside the waistband of her skirt and had pulled the back strap of her red thong deep into her ass crack as well as deeper between her pussy lips. Summer spread her legs further as she had been instructed and she felt Mike's hand slide further down inside her skirt. Summer leaned forward as she felt Mike's fingers slip between her ass cheeks and he was able to slip his middle finger against her anus.
Summer felt the familiar effect that the probing finger as well as the vibrating egg was having on her body. She could feel the vibrations of the egg deep within her pussy and how it was causing a vibrating sensation on her clit because the crotch of her thong had been pulled so deeply between her pussy lips. Then Summer felt Mike's other hand start on her mid-thigh and he began to work it up towards her pussy. Mike's touch was electric on her skin as the vibrating egg, his finger on her anus, the palm of her right hand placed on the bar and hearing the voice of her young master in her ear was driving her towards the orgasm that she now needed as well as craved. Mike's middle finger finally found Summer's pussy and he concentrated on the erect clit as the teacher splayed open her legs affording Mike direct access to the teacher's soaking wet panty crotch.
The female bartender stood in front of Summer and watched as the teacher bit her bottom lip. The bartender noticed Summer's pierced nipples pushing against the thinning material of the white tube top. The bartender saw that beer had dribbled down her neck and onto the tube top making it more see through. The bartender watched as Summer's body began to rock and back and forth on the bar stool. She saw the man with his hands wrapped around the teacher's waist and could tell that he was rubbing the teacher's pussy.
Summer continued to wait until her young master allowed her to cum. Summer was being mauled in a public bar and she was fighting back against the manual manipulations of Mike's two hands as well as the black vibrating egg buried deep in her pussy. Now her public humiliation was being increased by the knowing gaze of the bartender.
"Please Master T let me cum," both Mike and the bartender heard the wanton teacher plead.
"Slut, I am not sure you really need to cum," was Summer's young master's reply.
"Please Master T. I need to cum badly," Summer pleaded.
Mike increased his assault on Summer's asshole and finally was able to wiggle his middle finger inside the teacher's ass. He was able to insert his finger just past the middle knuckle of his right hand. Mike then pressed harder against the thin material of the teacher's red thong which was pressed firmly against Summer's clit. Mike began to rub more rapidly up and down on the clit and he could feel it's hardness as he rubbed. The bartender continued to stare into Summer's eyes when she asked, "Do you need to cum?"
Summer bit her lip and once again pleaded with her young master, "Master T, PLEASE allow me to cum."
"Ok slut, you may come was the simple response," Summer heard through her phone.
Summer's body was wracked by the intensity of the orgasm. Her bright red fingernails of her hand tightly gripped the phone as it was pressed against her ear and her other hand was pressed tightly into the top of the bar. Summer's legs were spread wide and Mike's fingers were continuing to manipulate her clit as well as poking further into her anal passageway. Summer's humiliation at the hands of strangers and the instructions of her young master had put her over the top to enjoy the immediate release right at the bar.
It was Thursday a week ago when she sent the picture of her face in response to an inquiry she had made at one of those lonely housewives sites. She had meant to send a picture of her fucking a black dildo into her pussy without her face, but her hand had slipped and she attached the wrong picture. The email found its way into the hands of one of her students and she had been under his direction ever since. She had never dreamed that she could be blackmailed, but the young man, her student, was quite demanding. Summer found herself falling further and further under his control as well as deeper into trouble. Her young master had her nipples and pussy lips pierced only last weekend.
Now this weekend was started with a re-styling of her hair after she had experienced her first gang bang while secured to her young master's sex contraption last night at the college during the second half of the football game. Her pussy was becoming wetter as she thought about the sexual things she had experienced as well as the humiliating things her young master was forcing her to do. Summer could feel her body reacting to the thoughts she was having and she shook her head to try and clear her head.
"Nice hairdo if I do say so myself," came the voice that she did not recognize.
Summer turned slightly away from the bar and came face-to-face with the man who had watched her achieve her orgasm as she sat in the styling chair as Midge manipulated her. Summer did not know what else to say but, "Thank you."
The man did not bother to ask for her approval as he sat on the stool directly in front of her. She could not really tell him that she was waiting on someone because she did not know what her young master's plans were for her at that moment.
"I hope you don't mind that I sit here, but I just wanted to get a good look at you because you put on quite a show just a few minutes ago," the stranger said to her.
"I am sorry that you saw that. I lost control and had been forced to drink too much wine before my styling session," Summer replied hoping the stretched truth worked.
"Oh, I see, you were made to sit there, flash your pussy and were directed to allow men to watch you rub your clit. Is that right," the stranger asked.
Summer was squirming on the bar stool. The man was pushing all the right buttons and she knew that he would continue to press her on the details of her submission. The man leaned forward and introduced himself, "I am Mike Roberts. I run a charter operation on the lake. Maybe you have heard of me," Mike said.
Summer tried not to let him know that she suddenly realized who he was. She and her husband James had rented a large power boat from this man during the summer before James left for Asia. It was their summer vacation so to speak as they had spent an entire week on the large area lake drifting from cove to cove finding intimate spots to spend the night out on the lake. Their power boat had a very nice cabin and she had made love the whole week with her husband, even finding time to skinny deep when no one was around.
"Well that sounds like a very good business to be in given you are so close to the lake," Summer said without trying to sound like she knew too much about the lake.
"I feel like I know you. Have you ever rented from my company? I lease large boats for weekday or weekend excursions," Mike said.
"No I am sorry, but I have not been out on the lake," Summer lied.
Mike edged closer to Summer and whispered, "I loved watching you rub your pussy. Did you enjoy looking at me while you did it?"
Summer tried to avoid eye contact now. She knew this man and more importantly, he knew her husband. "I am sorry, but I got carried away in the moment. Please don't think badly of me," Summer said to the boat owner.
"Oh my, I could not think badly of you. I just cannot imagine how that felt to be showing off your panties knowing that a man was watching you as you had that orgasm," Mike continued.
As he sat with Summer, Mike inched closer to the now newly styled woman. He looked from Summer's trimmed & highlighted locks, to her neck and to the tube top. His eyes focused on the protruding nipples and he could clearly see that each nipple was pierced. He looked back up into Summer's eyes and asked, "How long have you had your nipples pierced?"
Summer was becoming more and more uncomfortable by the minute. She was taken aback that the man had first witnessed her humiliation in the hair salon, but now he was in the bar sitting next to her staring at her nipples. Summer tried not to look at Mike and avoid the question, but she was brought back to reality when she felt his hands touching her shoulders softly when he asked, "Does your husband like the piercings?"
Summer was becoming more and more uncomfortable. She was being touched by a stranger while sitting on a bar stool in a place she had never been. She had been directed to go to the bar by the hair stylist and Summer knew that those had been her young master's instructions. Now, she was being touched by the man that she had so humiliatingly entertained with her orgasm through the front window of the salon.
"I have had them about a week," Summer finally answered, "But my husband does not know as he has been out of town."
The situation was becoming more and more uncomfortable as well as humiliating to the teacher. The bar was quite cold as it was obvious that the air conditioner worked quite well and it was making her nipples stand out even more than before. Now she was being touched by a new man in her life and she could not leave because she had been ordered to sit at the bar by her young master. Additionally, she had been told to order an Irish whiskey and a draft beer, but had not been told she could drink it. Summer so needed to drink the whiskey badly.
Mike moved even closer to the teacher as he kept up his soft massage of her shoulders. She seemed to be responsive to his touch, or at least not unwilling to accept his touch which meant to Mike that he could continue. He looked into Summer's eyes and said, "Does that feel good? I like touching the soft skin of a beautiful woman, and you are quite beautiful."
Summer did not know which way to turn. On the one hand, she was expecting her young master at any moment and did not know if he would be pissed off because she was seated with another man while he touched her. But, on the other hand, the man's touch was soothing and she could feel her body reacting positively to the unsolicited touch. Summer realized that once again another man was being able to do whatever he wanted to her and she was unable to resist, or more importantly, she did not want to resist.
"Yes your touch feels good, but Mike I am a married woman who just came in to have a quick drink before heading home," Summer said.
"Well, I don't believe you for a minute that you just came in for a drink. Anyone dressed the way you are is begging to be touched and talked to," Mike said.
"I am sorry if I have given you that impression, but I really am here for only a moment," Summer said less authoritatively, but as firm as she dared.
"Oh, don't apologize Mrs...? I don't even know your name, what is it?" Mike asked.
Summer knew now that she was going to be trapped if she gave him her full name. She had not been in this situation before and had no guidance from her young master as to what she could or should do.
"My name is Summer and it is nice to meet you," Summer said as she extended her hand to shake Mike's.
"Very nice to meet you Summer. What did you say your last name was?" Mike asked.
"Let's just keep it on a first name basis Mike," Summer responded.
"Well, have it that way Summer, but it would be nice to know your full name. I just know I have met you before," Mike replied.
As he sat with the teacher, Mike was searching his brain for where he had met the startlingly beautiful teacher. He knew that he had met her earlier this year, but could not for the life of him remember how or when. And, Mike wanted to know more about Summer after having seen exhibition in the salon window.
Mike looked down from Summer's eyes, passing a view of her still erect nipples and down to her legs. From the side, Mike could see the side straps of the teacher's red thong had slipped above the waistline of the spandex skirt. Mike saw that the hem was up to the top of Summer's thighs and he knew that it would only be minutes before he would once again get a good look of the woman's red panty covered pussy. So, Mike decided to step up the pressure on Summer in an effort to not only find out more about her, but also to get her more relaxed.
"Why aren't you drinking your whiskey and beer Summer," Mike asked.
Now Summer was in another compromising situation. She was seated at a bar with an Irish whiskey and draft beer in front of her. Yet, Summer knew that she was not allowed to drink either because she had not been instructed to do so. "No particular reason Mike. I was just sitting and enjoying the atmosphere I guess," Summer sheepishly replied.
"Drink down the whiskey Summer. I can see that you are a little chilled in the bar and it might warm you up," Mike said firmly, but with a sly grin.
Summer did not immediately get Mike's meaning until she saw him looking at her tube top. Summer followed his eyes down and saw that her pierced nipples were poking against the thin fabric of the top. She could see the outline of the barbell piercings so Summer was sure that not only could Mike see the piercings, she was pretty confident that he could see the outline of her nipples. Summer quickly brought her arms up to her chest and just smiled sheepishly at the boat salesman.
"Oh, don't go all shy on my Summer. I have been watching you for the past hour and a half as you sat in the salon window. Put your arms down by your side, pick up your whiskey and shoot it right now," Mike said more demandingly.
Summer once again did not know what to do. She had been instructed to order the Irish whiskey and draft beer by her young master, but he had told her when she could drink it. But, Summer's mind was reacting to the constant stares and now the words of the boat salesman. About that time, Summer felt like she was being rescued as her phone rang. She quickly retrieved the phone from her purse and saw that it was her young master calling. Now what was she to do? Should she answer as she was required and let Mike hear her address her young master. Or, did she answer the phone as she normally would and risk making the young master mad.
On the third ring Summer answered quietly, "Hello Master T."
"Slut, I am tied up at the moment and cannot get to Meehan's," came Todd's reply.
"What do you want me to do Sir," Summer replied in her lowest voice.
"Why are you whispering slut," Todd asked.
"Master T, I am sitting at the bar like you directed me, but there is someone sitting close and I am embarrassed that he might hear how I address you," Summer said.
"Do you know the man's name," Todd asked.
"Yes Master T, it is Mike Roberts," Summer responded.
Mike was watching the conversation and could make out portions of Summer's responses. He did hear quite clearly Master and Sir, which he found very interesting. He watched as Summer continued to whisper into her phone and Mike noted that Summer's nipples seemed to get harder as she talked.
"Do you have the remote control for your egg slut," Todd asked.
"Yes Master T, it is in my purse," Summer replied.
"Slut, hand your phone to Mike," Todd instructed.
"Please Master T, don't do that to me. I have done everything you have instructed me to do. Please do not humiliate me here with a stranger," Summer pleaded.
"Oh, but slut, you do know Mike don't you. I bet he does not remember you and your husband renting a boat from him this past summer. He hasn't recognized you yet, but I bet he would remember the very short shorts and tank top you wore the day you picked the boat up," Todd said.
"How do you know that Master T," Summer asked.
"Slut, when are you going to realize that I know everything about you? Now give him the goddamn phone like I told you or you will not like the consequences," Todd screamed into her ear.
"Mike, Master T would like to speak with you," Summer said in compliance with her instructions.
Summer watched as Mike carried on a conversation with her young master on her phone. Summer watched as Mike's eyes roamed her body with each sentence he exchanged with her young master. There was a pause and then Mike said, "Your Master T has told me to tell you to give me your remote control device."
Dejected and humiliated, Summer reached into her purse, pulled out the controller and handed Mike the remote control to the black egg that was buried deep in her pussy. Summer was sure that the juices of her pussy were fully coating the device and she prayed that it did not somehow slip out of her. Summer felt sure that her juices were pooling on the barstool as the more humiliated she became, the more turned on she was becoming.
"Your Master says to now drink your shot of whiskey and then chase it with the draft beer," Mike said.
Summer immediately, held the whiskey shot glass to her lips, tilted her head back and quickly downed the shot. The whiskey immediately burned her throat and she made the low coughing sound so often accompanied by that burning sensation you get when you do a shot. "Now, chase that shot by chugging your beer and make sure to let some of the beer run out of the corners of your mouth and onto your tits slut," Mike said.
That last instruction Mike had made on his own, but it was met with a "Right on," from Todd.
As Summer drew the cold mug to her lips, she watched as Mike fumbled with the remote control. As she tilted her head back and the beer began to flow into her mouth, Summer watched in agony as Mike's thumb found the power switch and the egg jumped to life in her pussy. "Drink up slut," Mike ordered.
As Summer started swallowing the cold beer, the vibrations in the egg increased in its intensity. The setting had to be nearly on the highest position as she held the mug to her lips and the last one third of the beer began to slide into her mouth into her throat. The sheer stimulation of the vibrating egg gave Mike his wish as beer spilled from both sides of Summer's mouth, ran down her face, over her chin and then dripped steadily onto her breasts. The cold beer gave additional stimulation to her nipples, which now felt to Summer like they would push through the thin material of the tube top very soon.
The beer that had escaped from her mouth was now running down her neck and into her cleavage. Summer shivered as the ice cold beer slowly dripped between her breasts and started running down her stomach where it started to make the upper waistband of her skirt wet.
Just as quickly as the glass of whiskey and beer were emptied, replacements quickly followed. Summer was instructed to drink them one right after the other. Summer could not gulp down all of the beer and her upper breasts were getting coated with cold beer which of course was hardening her nipples even more. The vibrating egg was also stimulating Summer to the point that she had to uncross her legs and press her pelvic bone downwards towards the seat of the bar stool.
Mike got the view that he had been anticipating as he watched Summer uncross her legs. He noticed that she spread her thighs slightly and had begun to bite her lower lip. Mike watched as Summer slowly rocked her ass against the seat of the stool in a slight fucking motion. Mike saw that Summer had locked the heels of her platform shoes against the support rung of the stool. Summer's hands were pressing downward on her thighs in the hope that it would help to keep her from screaming due to the vibrations of the egg.
"Summer, turn towards the bar, spread your legs and rock your pussy against the stool until you cum," Mike ordered, which Todd heard over Summer's phone. As Summer began to turn, she had to raise one of her feet over Mike's foot as he had placed it between her feet on the support rung. When Summer did this, Mike could make out the full length of the crotch of her panties.
As Summer turned and faced the bar, Mike handed her phone back to her. With his right hand, Mike slowly slipped it inside the waistband of Summer's black spandex skirt. He grasped the straps of Summer's thong and gently pulled it upwards so that the material of the crotch pressed deeper inside her pussy as well as pressing harshly against her ass hole.
Summer put the phone up to her ear and heard her young master say, "Ok slut, spread your legs wide and cum for me while I listen."
"Please Master T, not here in the bar," Summer begged.
Her plea was met with silence and she knew her fate was sealed. This new man in her life, who still did not know who she was, had run his hand inside the waistband of her skirt and had pulled the back strap of her red thong deep into her ass crack as well as deeper between her pussy lips. Summer spread her legs further as she had been instructed and she felt Mike's hand slide further down inside her skirt. Summer leaned forward as she felt Mike's fingers slip between her ass cheeks and he was able to slip his middle finger against her anus.
Summer felt the familiar effect that the probing finger as well as the vibrating egg was having on her body. She could feel the vibrations of the egg deep within her pussy and how it was causing a vibrating sensation on her clit because the crotch of her thong had been pulled so deeply between her pussy lips. Then Summer felt Mike's other hand start on her mid-thigh and he began to work it up towards her pussy. Mike's touch was electric on her skin as the vibrating egg, his finger on her anus, the palm of her right hand placed on the bar and hearing the voice of her young master in her ear was driving her towards the orgasm that she now needed as well as craved. Mike's middle finger finally found Summer's pussy and he concentrated on the erect clit as the teacher splayed open her legs affording Mike direct access to the teacher's soaking wet panty crotch.
The female bartender stood in front of Summer and watched as the teacher bit her bottom lip. The bartender noticed Summer's pierced nipples pushing against the thinning material of the white tube top. The bartender saw that beer had dribbled down her neck and onto the tube top making it more see through. The bartender watched as Summer's body began to rock and back and forth on the bar stool. She saw the man with his hands wrapped around the teacher's waist and could tell that he was rubbing the teacher's pussy.
Summer continued to wait until her young master allowed her to cum. Summer was being mauled in a public bar and she was fighting back against the manual manipulations of Mike's two hands as well as the black vibrating egg buried deep in her pussy. Now her public humiliation was being increased by the knowing gaze of the bartender.
"Please Master T let me cum," both Mike and the bartender heard the wanton teacher plead.
"Slut, I am not sure you really need to cum," was Summer's young master's reply.
"Please Master T. I need to cum badly," Summer pleaded.
Mike increased his assault on Summer's asshole and finally was able to wiggle his middle finger inside the teacher's ass. He was able to insert his finger just past the middle knuckle of his right hand. Mike then pressed harder against the thin material of the teacher's red thong which was pressed firmly against Summer's clit. Mike began to rub more rapidly up and down on the clit and he could feel it's hardness as he rubbed. The bartender continued to stare into Summer's eyes when she asked, "Do you need to cum?"
Summer bit her lip and once again pleaded with her young master, "Master T, PLEASE allow me to cum."
"Ok slut, you may come was the simple response," Summer heard through her phone.
Summer's body was wracked by the intensity of the orgasm. Her bright red fingernails of her hand tightly gripped the phone as it was pressed against her ear and her other hand was pressed tightly into the top of the bar. Summer's legs were spread wide and Mike's fingers were continuing to manipulate her clit as well as poking further into her anal passageway. Summer's humiliation at the hands of strangers and the instructions of her young master had put her over the top to enjoy the immediate release right at the bar.