It felt like they were moving in slow motion as Laura and Becca walked with complete confidence. Laura reached out, opening the door to the private dining room…
And the room filled with a few dozen party guests looked up at their entrance.
At first, their eyes naturally focused on Laura, the hostess of the party, the boss of most of the attendees, and certainly the person that most of them were interested in trying to impress.
But Kitty’s dress was too revealing, too eye-catching to stay out of the spotlight for long. The eyes of the crowd seemed to naturally slide off of Laura and onto her almost all at once, taking in her semi-clothed appearance with a variety of expressions. Mockery. Lust. Disbelief. For a long moment, the focus of the room was on Kitty and Kitty alone.
Kitty had to bite her lip to keep from gasping as Becca discreetly toggled the vibrator deep inside her pussy, beginning a weak, but nagging buzz of vibration between her legs.
It felt like an eternity before the thoughtful silence of the crowd broke into murmurs, with members of the audience turning to whisper and laugh with each other, casting little glances back at the slut who had just appeared in their midst.
Kitty felt like she would die of shame: she normally tried her hardest to fade into the background at these events, but it seemed like that wouldn’t be an option this time. This time, Kitty was the talk of the party. Her humiliating exposure brought with it a twisted flood of arousal. And it didn’t come just from the low buzz that her mischievous sister had started between her legs: by this point, Laura and Becca had created a strong link between embarrassment and arousal in Kitty’s brain, and the scandalized reactions of the fancy party guests had powerfully triggered that subconscious connection.
An older man with greasy hair and a greasier smile moved forward immediately. Kitty recognized him. Harry Neilson. A big bear of a man, with graying hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He was one of her mother’s senior underlings. Always laughing too loud at her mother’s jokes and doing his best to make a good impression on his boss.
But tonight his eyes were locked on Kitty, almost insultingly focused on the uncovered slice of cleavage that cut down almost to her belly. He nodded at Laura and held out a large, rough hand for Kitty to shake. Kitty wanted to refuse. Somehow, the act of touching this strange man while only half clothed felt… dangerous. Thrilling in all the wrong ways.
But her mother was already unlinking their arms, implicitly signaling Kitty to politely accept this man’s offer to shake hands. Kitty reached out with a sweaty palm and felt the older man’s warm grasp dominantly close around her slim hand.
“Kitty,” he said with a leering smile, his firm grip slowly pumping her limp hand up and down. “My how you’ve… grown.” Just as his sharp green eyes locked with Kitty’s, she felt the hidden vibrator inside her slide up a notch in intensity and was forced to stifle a whimper. Kitty could almost feel Becca’s amusement radiating off her in waves.
Kitty murmured something polite but non-committal as Harry finally turned to chat with her mother. But his wandering eyes stayed glued to Kitty’s body, traveling over the loose green fabric draped over her tits and the deep slits up her thighs. His lips pulled up into a knowing smirk, even as he joked and made small talk as usual with Laura.
Kitty half-expected her mother to jump to her defense. After all, not only was Kitty her daughter, but she was Laura’s sub as well. Wasn’t that supposed to mean that Laura owned her?
But if pervy older men ogling her sexual property bothered Laura, she didn’t show it. She greeted and chatted with the odious man who was visually undressing her daughter with her usual unruffled poise, not even glancing in Kitty’s direction as she acted as the perfect hostess. She ignored the blatant eye-fucking from the next man as well. And the next. Kitty sank into a haze of humiliated lust as her mother’s employees lined up to shake her hand and openly stare at her displayed body.
All the while, Becca slowly increased the intensity of the buzzing vibrator inside her, linking the leering eyes of the older men with the sexual pleasure coming from between her legs. By the time that the cocktail hour was officially over and people were moving to their seats, a real crisis had developed beneath Kitty’s dress.
She had become too aroused. She could feel the hot viscous juices inspired by her public exposure slipping down her thighs at an alarming rate, and in this particular dress, the shiny signs of her arousal would become obvious before long.
She tried to excuse herself to the restroom, but Laura flashed her a warning look.”Where are you headed darling?” she said, arching an eyebrow. “I believe that Harry is about to make his speech. Have a seat.”
“B-but… Mommy,” whispered Kitty with a wince at using the humiliating word in public, “I need to…”
“No buts,” said Laura sharply. “First sit, then you can explain.” Kitty’s body sat down in her chair almost before she consciously realized what she was doing, the instinct for obedience had been so firmly engrained at this point that she had moved without thinking.
Kitty found herself facing her mother across the restaurant table. At least now her crotch was hidden. But in many ways, her predicament had just gotten more dire. The juices slipping down her thighs were now going to pool on the cloth of her dress beneath her ass. And the last thing she needed was a wet spot advertising her exhibitionist arousal to all of the horny older men in the room.
“Mommy, please,” pleaded Kitty in a desperate hiss across the table. “I need to use the bathroom. If I don’t, then I might…” Kitty’s face burned as she struggled to keep her voice too soft for others to hear. “… I might make a mess.”
Understanding finally dawned in her mother’s eyes as Harry got up and clinked his glass, calling for the attention of the assembled guests and beginning a long-winded speech on how wonderful a boss Laura was. Laura’s face split into a warm and gracious smile as the crowd focused on her, but her eyes were alive with amused arousal as she murmured across the table under her breath. “Why don’t you let Mommy… assess the damage.”
Kitty’s heart leaped into her throat as she felt her mother’s stocking foot trace lightly up the inside of her leg under the table, slowly and sensually teasing her daughter with the rough surface of her pantyhose as the foot made its way upward.
Becca, sitting to Kitty’s right, quickly realized what was going on, and, covering her mouth to hide a giggle, turned the remote control vibrator to its highest setting. It was so intense that Kitty was worried that the buzzing sound would be loud enough to hear from the adjacent table even when muffled by its deep placement.
Harry’s droning voice called for a toast, and Kitty raised her glass in trembling fingers as her mother’s foot crept closer and closer to her soaking wet pussy. Just as the party guests drank, their eyes focused on her and her mother. Laura’s foot made contact, pressing firmly against the hot, wet lips of Kitty’s bare pussy beneath the dress.
The combination of sensations was overwhelming. The insistent buzz of the toy lodged inside her, the teasing wriggling of her mother’s stockinged toes against her hot, pulsing flesh, and maybe most importantly of all, the eager, hungry eyes of the crowd, watching her while she was pleasured without their knowledge.
Suddenly Becca’s hand had an iron grip on Kitty’s shoulder, and her younger sister’s whisper was hot in her ear. “Don’t you fucking dare pet,” said her sister with an odd blend of fury and amusement. “You belong to me, and you don’t fucking cum until I say so. Suck it up, Sis.” With great effort, Kitty did as she was told, closing her eyes tight and concentrating, trying to shut out the feelings of submissive pleasure that her mother’s foot was inspiring within her.
“My my, darling,” purred Laura in an undertone as her strong toes explored her daughter’s aching pussy. “You weren’t exaggerating. I was hoping I might be able to… staunch the flow. But it appears my help is just making the situation worse. I suppose I will have to take you to the restroom and… give you a hand.” Laura’s now moist foot rapidly withdrew to be slipped back into her heels, and she rose to her feet, making her apologies as she circled the table to gently grab Kitty by the elbow and escort her to the ladies’ restroom.
Before she knew it, Kitty was seated on a toilet seat with her mother in the same stall, flipping her daughter’s dress up to expose her flushed, dripping pussy. With a look of motherly concern disturbingly blended with dominant lust, Laura pulled gently on the protruding cord of the remote vibrator, extracting the buzzing pill-shaped toy and setting it down on the toilet tank to clatter in a puddle of sticky juice.
“I knew you would enjoy this evening, darling,” said Laura fondly, her eyes locked onto her daughter’s juicy pussy. “I guess I just didn’t realize how much. You really made a mess, didn’t you dear?”
Kitty blushed hotly and squirmed with shame under her mother’s gaze. “It’s all those people, M-mommy,” she whimpered. “All your employees. They know! Now they know that I’m your little slut! What’s going to h-happen to you?”
Laura blinked in surprise and laughed. “Is that why you’ve been protesting so much, sweetheart?” she asked with warm amusement. “Because you are worried about your Mommy’s reputation?” With a gentle smile, she dropped to her knees and embraced Kitty, pulling her in for a searing wet kiss, her tongue slipping over and around her daughter’s in a perverse show of motherly comfort. As she finally pulled away, Laura tucked a strand of hair lovingly behind Kitty’s ear and said soothingly: “There’s no reason to worry about that, dear. I already spread the rumor that my daughter is going through a slutty phase and that I disapprove. They are probably all assuming that I’m giving you a stern talking-to in here right now about your wardrobe choices.”
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