A Femdom Bachelorette Pt. 05 - Sex Stories

A Femdom Bachelorette Pt. 05

... past relationships, that kind of thing. Periodically I was dispatched to fetch drinks and this time the lady bartender smiled at me - maybe she had taken a few days to think about whether or not she liked the idea of having a slave at her disposal. Anyway, it was all passing like a very simple but very nice night, the kind of thing good friends can conjure up together. Until.

There were two guys at the bar. One was wearing jeans and a soccer jersey and the other was wearing a tracksuit and like many of the bar patrons they stole some glances at the guy in a gimp mask kneeling at the end of a booth. Their glances started getting more and more frequent, though, and I started to get a bad feeling. Sure enough, after they finished what might have been their second or third round that I saw, they stood up and started walking our way.

"What the fuck is this?" tracksuit asked. It was clear he was talking to me but I really had no idea what to do and wondered if I just didn't say anything maybe this dude would magically disappear.

"Talk to us, not to thing" said Dana, calling from the head of the booth. "We are a group of friends enjoying our evening, if we have injured you in any way you have our most sincere regrets. Allow us to buy you a round to kindly say 'leave us alone.'"

"Allow him to buy us a round, you mean!" tracksuit pointed at me, and turned to me again. "You might be the world's biggest pussy, dude. You letting these women do this to you is like, selling ...

... the rest of us out."

I started to say something, but Lorelai, who was seated at the end of the booth and immediately to my left, cut me off. "No, thing. Never you mind." She stood up from the booth and straightened her dress. This would be impolite to mention in many contexts, but Lorelai was by some margin the hottest one in the group. She had tremendous, shapely legs that led to great curves and a tight, well apportioned ass. Her waist tucked back in and her figure was capped off with substantial but not absurdly large breasts. They were lifted and squeezed by a push up bra, I could tell, but the level of cleavage this displayed in her dress was insane. Her makeup was tasteful but sultry, highlighted by a matte lip color on her soft, pillowly lips. She stood in front of me and turned to the kid in the soccer jersey. "Why so shy?"

"Huh?" he said.

"Your friend here is running his mouth and minding everybody's business but his own," Lorelai said, "but you-" and here she took a perfectly manicured hand and stuck a finger in tracksuit's chest. "-are silent."

"Well I was gonna say," he said, before saying nothing.

"Gonna," she said. "No, I don't think you were. I think you were going to stand there like an ass, saying absolutely nothing, because you're too lost thinking about how badly you want to serve four gorgeous women."

"Uh, no" he stammered.

"This is our sex slave. Were you able to puzzle that out? Buying drinks, whatever, but this man makes us breakfast ...