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Card game and forced part 1 This is a fictional story that I have done for my master, hope you ALL enjoy it! One night in bed in the hotel that we go to. You said that every month you and your friends usually get together to have a lads night, to have games of cards. Would you be a kind of hostess and serve us drinks and something's to eat? I thought if it will make you happy then I would and told you, yes I would. Come the next week we used the same hotel and room like we usually do. We got in and put our things away, you started getting the table and chairs ready, while I was in the kitchen making some sandwiches. All done you said we better go and put on some casual clothes on before they got here. You put on some short pants and a t-shirt, I was about to put on something similar. When you said NO that you wanted me to look nicer, so you started rummaging through the draws. Finally finished you shoved some clothes at me, they looked like the one's that I only wear for you and complained, you just said that you wanted me to dress like that for him, and I knew that I had to follow you're orders. You left me to dress in a hurry, I looked at myself in the mirror when I had finished, my mouth dropped open , OH MY GOD, you had picked out a very very short pleated tartan skirt, a thin see through white blouse a black bra and some paintent black shoes. The blouse barly helled my nipple's in, the skirt was so tiny that it nearly showed my pussy, cock and balls, I looked like a bitch in heat. I looked around for some knickers but couldn't see any and I thought that you must have forgotten about those, and I grabbed a pair out of the draw. Throwing them on, I hurried into the kitchen to finish up before the guy's arrived. You was in the kitchen doing something to help me, turn around and let me look at you, you said. Right away, as I spun around I felt you're hand smooth over my ARSE, take them off you said firmly, I looked at you and said what do you mean. Take those knickers off, that you don't want me to have any on while the guy's are here. I tell you that I can't run around like that, you looked at me seriously and said that you could see them under my skirt and it didn't look good. Take them off, it's what I want, so do as I say, grudgengly I slipped them off, you had my mind spinning on the picture I would be presenting tonight, but I knew better than provoke you further. Tonight is going to be a special night that you do as your told and things would go smoothly, you said. Well after that conversation, I decided that you just wanted to show off that he had a good looking friend to these guys and committed myself to put my best sexy foot forward for the whole night. I would cause no trouble for you and I really wanted you to be proud and happy. So off I went busying myself and finishing up. The guy's started arriving soon after, 8 in ALL, 9 with you. I could hear them praising you on how lucky he was. Though I turned several shades of red each time I felt there eyes raking over my scantily clad body, it was very flattering too and bi felt by obaying you I had made you prowed in front of your friends. I started getting their drinks for them as they sat down at the table and placing some bits to eat on it, between them. Suddenly I felt a hand brush my skin under my skirt and a startled squeak broke their noisy chatter in the room. I looked straight at you and you furrowed your brows at me and slightly shook you're head. NO, telling me to hush and bite my tongue. The chatter returned to the room and I continued to serve them. Every now and then I felt a hand brush my leg or inner thigh causing my breath to suck in threw my lips, but never loud enough to let you hear me. It seemed ok for your friends to touch me according to you. Your earlier words came back to me, just do as your told, and things will go smoothly. I suppose you knew I would be good for you in front of your friends. So what if some of them wanted to touch a little? Right? No harm done, I kept telling myself. But the hands kept getting higher at times, sometimes even grazing my bare ARSE cheeks. Then it became the grabbing of my ARSE non-coherently and massaging them seductively. Horrified, I'd look at you playing cards and you'd camly smile back at me, I'm sure seeing what was happening, but you're look on your face seemed to be saying, GOOD SLUT. I was feeling so embarrassed, that I tried to leave the table as much as I could, but one of them always called me over to their side for one thing or another, or someone would make me lean over the table to reach someone's glass to refill. Holding it out of my reach far enough that I'd be almost laying across it. And once, someone's finger's had brushed against my nipple that had popped free from my bra and protrude through very thin material of my blouse, startling me so badly that I nearly poured the drink in the other guys lap. Standing up frantically and looking down, I noticed that both my nipple's where protruding through the thin see through material. Continued |
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mmmm. a good obedient slut waitress for my friends. Dressed to excite them.
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Yes master
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