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At times sir demands that I provide others with a view of his property. One such evening was during an evening out this past winter. I was to spend the evening out with a friend, and was to keep my holes stuffed and my tits out at intervals during the evening.

We talked I prepared to leave, sir making sure that I clearly understood his terms. I wore my sluttiest bra, and chose my lower cut dress to ensure that my tits were easily visible and accessible. Before leaving and after making sure my hair and makeup would meet his standards and preferences, I assumed my usual position for my plug and bullet. Balanced on the edge of my bathtub, I spread my legs and took a moment to swirl my tongue around both toys. My tight asshole resisted the plug a little more than usual and I winced as it stretched my tight little hole. Spreading my legs a little wider, I tried in vain to relax and take it like a good girl. A sudden give, and the plug was securely placed in my owner’s favorite hole. The bullet went in more cooperatively. I clicked the power button and took a few seconds to tease my clit before sliding it into my wet, waiting pussy.

The thrum of the bullet inside my pussy against the hard plug nestled in my asshole always leaves me simpering for him. Desperate for his approval, wanting him to croon into my ear what a good girl I am while he breeds me.

I bid my surrogate a good evening and set out for the ballet. I make a stop to pick up flowers, and while I walk I be sure to keep my tits at the edge of my bra. I make eye contact with everyone who stares at them, men and women alike. They’re massive, soft, and supple, resting atop my padded bra like monarchs on their thrones. As I head back to my car from the flower shop I notice the dark edge of a nipple winking over my neckline. I tug my bra down further. A driver nearby notices me, and I smile before I lean back for him to look for a moment. Eye contact, smile, nod, pull away. As I exit the lot and make for the freeway, I unlatch my bra and pull down my neckline. My huge tits jiggle and bounce, and I relax into my seat, tucking my seatbelt behind me. I take care to leave the view of them unobstructed, and focus on the road. Before long a truck pulls up along side my passenger side door. I can’t see the driver, but from his elevated cab I know he can see me. He matches pace with me for a good stretch of the road, and I keep an eye on my tits. They’re glowing against the setting evening sun, and the bullet inside me is thundering against my G spot. I shift my hips to increase the pressure against my double stuffed slut holes and carefully take a few shots of my rack for sir, as well as my long skirt tugged up around my thighs.
Eventually the truck pulls away. I can’t tell if the driver is satisfied or disappointed, and aside from the amusement of it all, I don’t particularly care.
A few more trucks, a lot more ogling, and I make it to the ballet. I park, breasts still exposed, and wait a few minutes before I tuck them back into my bra and re-set my neckline. I wore a gift, a string of white sapphire stones, from my surrogate around my neck to ensure adequate attention was drawn to my huge soft tits, to sir’s ample property.

The performance was stellar, and the company I selected for the evening was acceptable. Midway through I can almost hear the thrum of my vibrator during some of the orchestral lulls. I have to stifle my laughs and moans alike.

At the conclusion of the evening I offer my congrats and flowers to the star of the performance. I am escorted to my car, and left to pleasure myself in peace for a moment. I have to be subtle, and quiet. As the performance lets out people stream past my vehicle. I smile and make eye contact as my fingertips trace furious circles over my wet, sloppy cunt, all in the name of sir. How naughty would it be to get caught? To have to explain, with my huge tits hanging out that I’m just being an obedient slut and following my owner’s orders? I take myself to the edge before I leave and pull out of the parking lot into the night. By the time I exit I’m so wet that as I shift, the sound of a desperate pussy is audible against the leather seat.

As I pulled away and rolled to the light before the freeway entrance, I came to a stop alongside a truck. The driver is alone, male, and can clearly see into my vehicle. I unclasped the front of my bra again, shifting it so that I could release my breasts again. He doesn’t notice, and I continue adjustments until I am as I was before the ballet. The street lights illuminated my tits as I pulled my dress down over them, and they jiggled softly as I settled back into my seat. At this point I could see him watching me out of the corner of my eye and I couldn’t help but smile. I watched him as he began to fidget and shuffle, presumably with his waistband. He brazenly stared over at me, mouth agape, my eyes forward and arms down so he could get a full view. We stayed there, like that through the light. It turned green, and we lingered another second. I turned to him and smiled, reaching up to caress my marvels before peeling out through the intersection and through the light.

In the freeway home at least two vehicles pqwaced me in order to get a look at sir’s property. The plug and vibrator proved to be a great fun as they stared, and between the eyes and stares and cold air and touches and the sticky sweet arousal between my legs I almost came a handful of times. More pictures for sir, more simpering. Sir graciously granted permission for me to get fucked good and hard by my surrogate, and encouraged me to cum before he was allowed to. I rode my surrogate cock to orgasm, the memory of those desperate eyes on my full, jiggling soft tits while sir’s toys rendered my panties a wet mess still fresh and parading through my mind. The last thought I had before I surrendered to the waves of ecstasy was how wonderful it will be to feel his mouth on my pussy after I return from such evenings one day.