Chapter 1: Introduction
I stared at myself in the full-length mirror, feeling the familiar tightness in my chest as I looked at my reflection. My big tits were threatening to spill out of the flimsy maid's uniform Steve had picked out for me, and my hands automatically went up to cover myself. The French maid's outfit was ridiculous—black and white and yellow checked, complete with fishnet stockings, and a skirt so short I felt like the wind was going to blow it straight up.
I scowled at my reflection.
"Fucking hell, Steve," I muttered, tugging at the hem of the skirt. It didn't budge. It was like he wanted me to flash my pussy to the entire neighborhood. I turned around and lifted the skirt, checking out my ass in the mirror. Yep, sure enough, my plump cheeks were on full display, a dark shadow visible between them. I let out a frustrated sigh.
"Donna, are you ready yet?" Steve's voice boomed from the living room, making me jump. I could hear the muffled sounds of the football game in the background.
Steve's friends were already here, their laughter and crude comments filling the room. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. I wasn't exactly shy, but this was different. This was fucking humiliating.
"Donna!" Steve's voice was harsher this time, impatience clear in his tone. I could picture him sitting on the couch, eyes glued to the TV, not giving a shit about how I felt. That was Steve for you. He only cared about what he wanted.
I left the bedroom, my heels clicking on the hardwood floor.
The living room was filled with the sounds of cheering men and the smell of beer. Steve's friends were all here - Jack, Tom, and Mike. They turned to look at me as I entered, their eyes immediately drawn to my tits, barely contained in the maid's uniform. I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment, but I pushed the feeling aside. I was here to please Steve, and if that meant parading around like a piece of meat, then so be it.
Steve looked me up and down, a smirk playing on his lips.
"You took your sweet time, didn't you?" he said, his voice laced with condescension. I bit back a retort, instead forcing a smile. "Sorry, Steve. I was just... making sure I looked perfect for you." I batted my eyelashes, playing the ditzy role he seemed to enjoy.
He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "You look fuckable, that's for sure but we need to make some changes ." He stood up, walked over to me, and grabbed my tits roughly, making me gasp. "These need to be on full display." He pulled down the top of the uniform, freeing my tits, and I felt the cool air hit my nipples, making them harden.
"Steve, please," I whispered, looking around at his friends who were watching us, their eyes hungry. "Not in front of them."
He ignored me, grabbing my tits harder, squeezing them. "Don't worry, baby. They won't touch what's mine." He leaned in, his breath hot on my ear. “Until I tell them too ."
My heart raced, blood pumping in my ears. My mind was screaming at me to push him away, to run out of this room, but my body betrayed me. My pussy throbbed, and I felt a sick, twisted excitement building up inside me.
Steve nipped at my ear, his tongue tracing the pink shell. “Now one my adjustment” he murmured, his voice low and filthy, as he rolled my skirt up another inch, now having my pussy and ass on full display I couldn’t help but feel a wave of shame wash over me.
The room had grown silent, save for the incessant, taunting cheers coming from the TV. I could feel his friends' hungry eyes on me, lingering on my exposed body. I looked around frantically, but there was no escape. I was trapped in this room with these men, and I belonged to Steve.
Steve reached around me, grabbing two handfuls of my ass and squeezing tight. “You look fucking delicious” he whispered, kissing down my neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses.
I was turned now but so embarrassed with his friends watching me, completely exposed, my tits, pussy and ass all on display .
He spun me around, so I was facing the guys. “You see her, boys? She’s so fucking horny, she’s dripping.”
I felt his fingers slip between my thighs, brushing against my wet pussy. I gasped, humiliation burning through me as he showed his friends the evidence of my arousal.
“Steve, please,” I begged, my voice barely audible.
He ignored me, pushing two fingers inside me, making me moan, my body betraying me once again. He started to finger-fuck me, slow and steady, his thumb rubbing circles on my clit.
“Look at her, boys.
She's a fucking slut, isn't she?” Steve's voice was loud, taunting, as he fingered me in front of his friends. I could feel their eyes on me, hungry and intense, but I couldn't look at them. I kept my gaze fixed on the floor, humiliation coursing through me like a wildfire.
“She sure is, Steve,” Jack replied, his voice thick with lust. “She looks like she needs a good, hard fuck.”
Steve chuckled, his fingers moving faster now, pushing me closer to the edge. “Oh, she does but that will have to wait for now, ok bitch why don’t you go around like a good little slutty maid and get drinks and food for us. ” Steve ordered, slapping my ass hard as he finished speaking I gasped, my pussy clenching around his fingers. He withdrew his hand, leaving me feeling empty and desperate.
I nodded, my hair falling over my face as I turned away from him and his friends. I could feel their eyes on me as I walked to the kitchen, my tits bouncing with each step. I could feel my juices coating my thighs, a constant reminder of how turned on I was, despite the humiliation.
In the kitchen, I leaned against the counter, taking a moment to catch my breath.
My heart was pounding in my chest, my body still humming with arousal. I could still feel Steve's fingers inside me, the ghost of his touch lingering on my skin. I closed my eyes, trying to regain some semblance of control, but it was no use. My body was on fire, my pussy throbbing with need.
I opened the fridge, grabbing beers for the guys, my tits swaying with the movement. I knew they were watching me, their eyes on my exposed flesh. I could feel their desire, thick and heavy in the air.
Steve had pushed me to my limits before but nothing like this and… not in front of other people before . I was his little plaything, his fuck toy, and he was enjoying showing me off to his friends.
I balanced the tray of beers and snacks, making my way back to the living room. My tits bounced with each step, and I could feel the cool air on my pussy and ass, the fabric of my skirt doing nothing to hide my most intimate parts. I felt like a piece of meat, a fuck doll for their amusement.
As I entered the room, the conversation stopped, and all eyes were on me. I could feel their gazes, hot and hungry, traveling over my body.
I placed the tray on the coffee table, careful not to bend over too much, but it was no use. My tits were still on full display, gravity pulling them down, and my skirt was riding up, giving them a tantalizing view of my ass and pussy.
Steve, seated on the couch, watched me with a smug smile. "Very good, pet," he said, patting the cushion next to him. "Come here."
I sat down, leaving some space between us. But Steve had other plans. He grabbed my waist and pulled me onto his lap, so I was straddling him.
I could feel his hard cock pressing against my pussy, even through his jeans. I moaned, my hips grinding against him involuntarily.
"Greedy little slut, aren't you?" Steve growled, his hands going to my tits, squeezing them roughly. "You love putting on a show for my friends, don't you?"
I bit my lip, humiliation and arousal warring within me. "No, Steve," I whispered, but my body betrayed me, my pussy flooding with heat at his words.
He chuckled, his thumbs brushing against my nipples, making me gasp.
"Liar," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "But don't worry, I'll make you tell the truth." He pushed me off his lap, so I was kneeling on the floor in front of him. "Take off my belt, slut."
I hesitated, looking up at him, my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel the eyes of his friends on me, watching, waiting. I reached up, my fingers shaking as I unbuckled his belt, slowly pulling it through the loops of his jeans.
"Faster," he growled, his eyes flashing with impatience.
“Steve, please don’t make me” was he really going to make me suck his dick in front of his friend ? He was really going to make me degrade myself like this?
His hand tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. "Don't make you what, pet? Don't make you suck my cock in front of my friends? Is that what you're saying?"
I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. "Yes," I whispered, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
He chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Too fucking bad, because that's exactly what you're going to do." He released my hair, and I felt the cool leather of his belt in my hands.
I looked up at him, my eyes wide with humiliation. He smirked, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "That's right, pet. You're going to suck my cock while my friends watch. And if you're a good little slut, maybe I'll let you cum too."
I bit my lip, my heart pounding in my chest. I unbuttoned his jeans, my hands shaking as I slowly pulled down the zipper. His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, already leaking pre-cum.
I couldn’t believe I was really going to do this . I was going to suck Steve’s cock in front of his friends. I was going to degrade myself for his entertainment. But as I looked up at him, his eyes filled with lust and power, I knew I had no choice. I was his toy, his plaything, and he could do whatever he wanted with me.
I wrapped my hand around his shaft, feeling the smooth, hot skin. He was so big, so thick, and I knew he was going to stretch my mouth wide. I looked up at him, my eyes wide with apprehension.
"Please, Steve. Not like this." My voice was barely a whisper, but he heard me. His grip on my hair tightened, pulling my head back, so I was looking up at him.
"Shut the fuck up, Donna," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You're here to serve me, remember? Now open that pretty little mouth and take my cock like a good little slut."
I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest. But the look in his eyes was unyielding, and I knew better than to disobey him.
I parted my lips, sticking out my tongue to taste the bead of pre-cum at the tip of his cock. He groaned, his hips bucking slightly, pushing his cock further into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around him, swirling my tongue around his shaft as I took him deeper.
"Fuck, yes," Steve hissed, his hand still fisted in my hair, guiding my head up and down. "That's it, slut. Suck my cock like you mean it."
I could feel his friends' eyes on me, watching as I blew Steve.
Their silence was deafening, the only sound in the room the wet, sloppy noises of my mouth working his cock. I could feel my cheeks flushing with humiliation, but it only served to turn me on more. I was putting on a show for them, degrading myself for Steve's pleasure.
Steve's grip on my hair tightened, guiding my head up and down his cock faster now. I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, making me gag, but I took it like a good little slut.
“Fuck Steve, your whore really knows how to suck some dick ,” Jack commented, his voice laced with lust as he watched me. Steve just grunted in response, his eyes locked on mine, filled with dominance and hunger.
I could feel my own arousal growing, my pussy throbbing with need. I was so turned on, sucking his cock in front of his friends, degrading myself for his pleasure. I could feel my juices coating my thighs, and I knew I was close to cumming just from this but I didn’t want to orgasm in front of these men, I fought the urge as much as I could . Steve's breathing grew ragged, his grip on my hair tighter as he neared his release. I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth, his pre-cum filling my mouth, making me gag slightly.
"Fuck, yeah, take it all, you little slut," Steve grunted, his hips bucking as he came, shooting his hot cum down my throat. I swallowed every drop, my eyes watering as I worked to take him all in. When he finally released my hair, I pulled back, gasping for air, my lips swollen and wet.
I could taste him on my tongue, salty and musky, and I felt a sense of pride at having pleased him. But it was short-lived. Steve's eyes were still filled with hunger, his cock still hard in my hand.
"Get up," he ordered, his voice harsh. I stumbled to my feet, my body aching from kneeling on the hardwood floor. He grabbed my arm, pulling me onto his lap, he began pulling my nipples with one hand and pinching my clit with the other . He was so rough, so aggressive, but my body responded to him, my pussy dripping with need.
"Steve, please," I begged, my voice ragged from sucking his cock. "I need to cum."
He chuckled, a dark, dangerous sound. "Oh, you will, pet. But not yet." He released my nipple, his hand moving down to my pussy, two fingers pushing inside me, making me gasp. "You're so fucking wet, Donna.
Does sucking my cock in front of my friends turn you on that much?" Steve's voice was a low growl, his fingers moving in and out of my pussy, his thumb rubbing circles on my clit. I could only moan in response, my body writhing on his lap, seeking more friction, more pleasure.
"She's fucking dripping, Steve," Jack commented, his voice thick with lust. "Look at her, she's loving this."
Steve chuckled, his fingers moving faster now, pushing me closer to the edge. "She is, isn't she?
My little slut loves putting on a show," Steve growled, his fingers fucking me harder, his thumb rubbing my clit with just the right amount of pressure. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing as I got closer and closer to the edge.
"But she's not going to cum yet," Steve said, his voice cold and unyielding. He withdrew his fingers, leaving me feeling empty and desperate. I whimpered, my body still humming with need.
"No, please, Steve," I begged, my voice ragged.
"I need to cum. I can't take it anymore."
Steve just smirked, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "Oh, you can take it, pet. And you will." He grabbed my hips, lifting me off his lap and pushing me onto my hands and knees on the floor. "Crawl to the coffee table," he ordered, his voice harsh.
I hesitated for a moment, my body still trembling with need.
But one look at Steve's face, his eyes hard and unyielding, and I knew better than to disobey him. I lowered myself onto my hands and knees, the hardwood floor cold and unforgiving beneath me. I began to crawl towards the coffee table, my tits swaying with each movement, my pussy and ass still on full display.
The room was silent save for the sound of my heavy breathing and the distant cheers of the football game. I could feel Steve's friends watching me, their eyes burning into my flesh, taking in every inch of my exposed body.
I reached the coffee table, my breath coming in ragged gasps. My pussy was throbbing, my clit aching with need. I could feel my juices coating my thighs, a constant reminder of how turned on I was.
"Good girl," Steve murmured, his voice a low rumble behind me. “Now play with your asshole and pussy, put on a show for us and make yourself cum like the bitch in heat that you are .” I could feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment, but my body betrayed me, my pussy flooding with heat at his words.
I reached back, my fingers tentatively touching my asshole, rubbing it in small circles. I let out a moan, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I could feel Steve's eyes on me, watching as I pleasured myself, and it only served to turn me on more.
"Fuck, that's hot," Jack growled, his voice thick with lust.
“This sluts got some good looking holes” Tom said as he adjusted the waistband of his pants.
Steve chuckled, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "You like that, don't you, pet? You like putting on a show for my friends?"
I moaned, my fingers moving faster now, one pushing inside my pussy, the other rubbing my asshole.
Steve reached out, slapping my ass hard, making me yelp. "Answer me, slut," he growled.
"Do you like putting on a show for my friends?"
"No," I whimpered, my fingers moving faster between my legs, my body writhing with need. "It’s so embarrassing and humiliating." I moaned, my fingers working furiously between my legs, my body arching with desperation. "But... but I need to cum, Steve. I... I need too." I could feel tears of humiliation stinging my eyes, but my body was on fire, my pussy dripping with need.
I was so close, my fingers working furiously between my legs, my body writhing with desperation. I could hear Steve's friends commenting, their voices thick with lust, but I tuned them out, focusing only on the pleasure building inside me.
Steve's hand came down on my ass again, hard, making me cry out. "Not yet, pet," he growled. "You don't cum until I say so."
I whimpered, my fingers slowing, my body protesting. "Please, Steve," I begged, my voice ragged.
“Tell us what a slutty whore you are and I’ll let you cum” Steve ’s voice was a low growl, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.
I hesitated, my body still trembling with need. I had never been one to talk dirty, but the way Steve was looking at me, the hunger in his eyes, it spurred me on.
"I'm a slutty whore," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Steve slammed his hand down on my ass again, hard. "Louder, pet," he growled.
"I'm a slutty whore," I repeated, my voice slightly louder this time.
He hit me again, harder.
"Louder, bitch," he snarled.
With a whimper, I screamed, "I'm a fucking slutty whore! I love being used and humiliated!"
My body shook with need, my pussy throbbing, my clit aching. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to cum.
Steve chuckled, a dark, dangerous sound. "Good girl," he murmured, his hand rubbing my sore ass gently. "Now, make yourself cum.
Show us what a good little slut you are," Steve ordered, his voice laced with dominance. I took a deep breath, my fingers moving back to my pussy, rubbing my clit in fast, furious circles.
"Fuck, that's hot," Jack groaned, his hand moving to his crotch, adjusting himself. I could see the bulge in his pants, and it disgusted me , turned me on, and humiliated me all at once. I knew they were all watching me, their eyes on my exposed flesh, taking in every movement of my fingers as I fucked myself. I was so lost in my own pleasure as I heard them call me degrading names, bitch, whore, slut, the names made me feel shame as I continue playing with my pussy and asshole in front of them bring myself closer to climaxing .
"Look at her, boys. She's a fucking mess," Steve commented, his voice filled with amusement. "She's so desperate to cum, she doesn't even care that we're watching her."
Jack chuckled, his voice thick with lust. "She's fucking gorgeous, Steve. I can't wait to have a turn with her."
Steve laughed, a dark, dangerous sound. "Oh, you will, Jack. But for now, she's all mine."
I moaned, my fingers moving faster now, my body writhing with desperation. Was he really going to let his friends have me?
The thought sent a shiver of panic and excitement down my spine. I didn't have time to dwell on it, though, as I felt Steve's hand come down hard on my ass again, snapping me back to the present.
"Cum, pet," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "Show us what a good little slut you are."
I moaned, my fingers moving frantically between my legs, my body arching with desperation. I could feel my orgasm building, my pussy throbbing, my clit aching. I was so close, so fucking close.
I could feel it, the edge of my orgasm, right there within reach. But I needed more, I needed something to push me over. And then, as if reading my mind, Steve's fingers joined mine, pushing inside my pussy alongside my own, filling me up, stretching me wide.
"Fuck, yes," I moaned, my body convulsing as he finger-fucked me, his thumb rubbing my clit in tight, fast circles. "Oh god, Steve, I'm gonna cum.
I'm gonna fucking cum hard," I panted, my body bucking against his hand, my fingers still working my clit, my asshole, anything to get me closer to that sweet release. Steve's fingers moved faster, his thumb rubbing my clit in tight, rough circles, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
"Cum for us, slut," Jack growled, his voice thick with lust. "Show us what a good little cum slut you are."
His words, dirty and degrading, only served to turn me on more.
"Fuck, yes, Jack," I moaned as I came hard , my body convulsing, my pussy clamping down on Steve's fingers, my asshole clenching. I could feel my juices gushing out of me, coating his hand, dripping onto the floor below. I was a panting, writhing mess, my body still trembling with aftershocks as he slowly withdrew his fingers from my pussy.
"Good girl," Steve murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. "You came like a good little slut."
I could only whimper in response, my body still tingling with pleasure. But I knew this wasn't over yet.
“What a fucking show, man” Mike said
“Oh, don’t worry boys, the shows just starting” Steve said with a look in his eyes that made me scared and…. Wet.