“Jack, if you lie on the ground with your leg bent, I can put my foot on your leg, and you can get a really great shot of my pussy to send. But make sure to get my whole body. Are you okay with that.”
“Hell yes.”
He got on the ground, and I propped my left heel on his knee and turned my left knee out to the side. I decided one hand on my hip and one finger in my mouth was a good pose for this one. Jack thought this was good, too. I could see the crotch of his pants beginning to grow. He took a few shots, and then I put my foot back on the ground and helped him up. He sent and received a few texts.
“Kent says, ‘Damn, girl, you’ve certainly gotten comfortable with this. Don’t pull your dress down yet. Just a few more shots to go.'”
I felt a rush of pride at that response.
“I swear the text says this,” said Jack. “‘Pull down the top of your dress and treat Jack to a view of those titties. He’s earned it with his hard work. Send me one pic just looking at the camera with no expression and your arms at the side, send one where you’re smirking and cupping your tits, and one where you’re winking and pinching your nipples.'”
Jack looked almost panicked, so I said, “Don’t worry. I know this is Kent’s request, but I’m happy to show you my titties. I hope you enjoy.”
I pulled the strap off my one shoulder and tugged my dress down below my bra. My nipples snapped to attention when the air hit them. Jack just stared and forgot that he had a job to do. I let him take it in for a few seconds before I cleared my throat and got into the first position. He snapped away at all three poses and sent them along. After a second, Jack said, “Don’t cover up just yet.”
“Ah, so Jack is feeling pretty comfy now, too, eh?,” I thought. He was just relaying the messages now instead of apologizing for their forwardness.
“He wants you to lie on the floor propped on your elbows with your legs bent and spread so that I can get a shot of how wet your pussy is.”
When I dreamed of hooking up this morning, I never thought the night would end with me showcasing my wet pussy to a complete stranger to photograph and send to an old friend. But Kent knew me well enough to know that this whole situation had me practically dripping. So I got on the floor into the position he asked for and spread for Jack. He snapped a few photos and sent them along. I stayed in that position, not knowing what would be next. After about a minute, Jack said I could get up and cover up, and he handed the phone back to me.
I stood up and pulled my dress back into place and looked at my messages. Kent had praised Jack’s photography skills and also sent a few more texts. One stood out.
“Kent: Jack, don’t say this part out loud. Was she a good little slut for you?”
“Me: Yes. She’s so hot. I wish I had a photo.”
“Kent: Pass her back the phone.”
“Me: Hi, Kent. It’s me. ‘Good little slut,’ eh?”
“Kent: :)”
“Kent: You look hot, and you did great. Jack deserves a reward, don’t you think? Is he still waiting?”
“Me: Yes.”
“Kent: Which thing?”
“Me: Yes, he’s still waiting. And, yes, he deserves a reward.”
“Kent: Good girl. Take a selfie with him. Tell him to put his arm around you.”
“Jack, let’s take a selfie as a reward and a reminder of this night,” I said. “Put your arm around me.”
We took a very cute selfie, if I do say so myself.
“Me: Done.”
“Kent: Okay. Now tell him he has several reward options.”
“Me: That wasn’t the reward?”
“Kent: That was just a courtesy.”
“Kent: Tell him he can choose between any photo he took of you texted to him with your face blurred out OR he can take a selfie touching your ass (no face) OR he can take a selfie touching or licking your breasts (no face) OR he can clean his fingers and feel how wet you are, in which case I want a photo of his sticky fingers for proof.”
“Kent: But if you’re not okay with that last one, just offer the first three.”
“Me: Always the gentleman. Your wish is my command, sir.”
“Jack, it looks like you get another reward,” I said. I outlined his options, including the last one. I could tell he was having trouble choosing, so I asked what his top two were. Turns out they were touching my tits and touching my pussy. Of course. I texted Kent and said, “Jack was so lovely and is having trouble deciding. May I please let him have two of the options as a reward?”
“Kent: You may, but are you willing to take a punishment later as a trade-off for his extra reward?”
“Me: Yes, sir.”
“Kent: Go ahead.”
“Okay, Jack,” I said. “My tits and my pussy are yours for two photos. I’ll take them and send them to make sure my face isn’t in them.”
Jack could not believe his ears. I pulled the top of my dress down again so that my nipples were exposed. I asked which he would like to sample, and he told me that he wanted to lick one and pinch the other for the photo. It was an awkward angle, but I managed to frame it and told him to go ahead. He was a bit too eager with the pinching, and he sucked the other a little longer than was probably necessary, but to be honest, it felt amazing, so I let it happen. Finally I said, “Okay, I think we got the shot.”
Jack said, “Thank you so much. Can I really finger you now?”
“That was the deal. Should I lie back like in that pussy shot?”
“Yes.”
He couldn’t manage more words than that. I pulled up my dress and leaned back on my elbows again with my legs bent and spread. He hesitated a moment but then decided it wasn’t a trick and slid two fingers into my pussy easily. I closed my eyes and moaned. My pussy had been wet all evening, and I was dying to be fucked. I got so caught up in the feeling that I didn’t notice Jack getting a little caught up, as well. He had started to reach for his pants, so I had to push his hand away and put an end to it all. He remembered his manners and his luck then and got up off the ground and helped me up. I reminded him that I needed a photo of his fingers to send to Kent. I snapped the photo, then got his number to send him some photos, and we left the ice-machine area. I either had an ally for life in that hotel or I could never show my face there again.
I made my way to the elevator while Jack went to the restroom to wash up. Heading back to floor five, I sent Kent the last couple of photos.
“Kent: See? You *are* a good little slut. Two rewards instead of one. Two breasts for touching and licking. I think you like being a little slut.”
“Me: I did really enjoy that entire experience.”
“Kent: What part of being a little slut did you enjoy most?”
“Me: I’m unsure of this ‘slut’ business, but I liked how turned on and surprised Jack was, and I really liked doing what you told me to do.”
“Me: Fuck. Maybe that means I’m your little slut after all.”
I reached my room and let myself in. From the chair in the corner, Kent said, “So you’re my little slut?”
“Kent! How the fuck are you in here?!”
I started to head toward him, but he said, “Wait. Just stay there. Lisa grabbed your extra key from your bag earlier. She ended up not needing a ride…other than on Single Guy. So I wanted to surprise you and keep our night going. Are you having fun?”