CHAPTER TWO

Jon Benjamin met his slave in the back of a crowded deli. While ordering two subs and a beer, she stood in front of him pressing her ass into his groin—enough for him to feel, but not enough for anyone else to notice. She might as well have been fucking him for all the attention paid to their lewd behavior. She was ‘on contract’ with her slutty conduct, as Jon loved publicly promiscuous displays. As he waited for his order, he opened his trench coat, letting her draw back inside it while he began to inch her short skirt up her thighs. He was moving toward her snatch, feeling each tingle of her sexual body as he toyed with her pubis.

In ten months, Regan had learned to keep her poise under such duress. She’d been fondled and exposed in public a dozen times, sending her master deep into his lordly desires. She would gravitate to her submissive roots at such moments, let go, lose conscious thought, and trustingly put herself into her master’s keeping while wordlessly obeying his orders—even if they had the effect of screaming to the world,‘I am a slave!’

As he worked his fingers deeply between her thighs, she parted them, which only pushed her skirt up higher on her legs. Such lovely legs were meant to be exposed, Jon repeated to her often—until she finally agreed and quit worrying about the overt display. In the crowded deli, she was almost disappointed that no one noticed.

Meanwhile, Jon pushed further with his hand, driving two fingers into her creamy cunt. His thick digits fucked her fast for several seconds until he could sense that she was grabbing hold of that erotic peak. He backed off, content to massage the aroused flesh. Regan’s hungering body replied with a soft, senseless sigh as someone wedged their body against her hot one.

A second later, Jon pulled his hand out from under her skirt, reached over the counter with his twenty-dollar bill, and exchanged it for the sack of sandwiches. Simultaneously, Regan reached for their beer, and the couple exited out the back door onto the patio.

“Cum before you eat,” Jon ordered her, as he sat back in his chair chewing the first bite of his sandwich. Regan whimpered softly—she was very hungry and a little nervous—but she obeyed. At least her exposure was minimal. With her back to the deli door, few could tell what she was doing as they strolled onto the patio with their lunch in hand. And though there were several people eating at tables nearby, none seemed to notice, except one young man in position to see straight at her daring presentation.

Putting her hand to her crotch, Regan began to play with the warm wet folds of excited skin. Seeing her admirer’s eye, she smiled blushingly and continued playing with her pulsing puss.

The edge of satisfaction was close, and easily attainable. Her ripe, desiring pussy lurched forward to