Well, I'd challenged him, and he had answered clearly. He wanted to fuck me, and he wanted to dominate me, to make me his personal sex kitten that he could tie up, take as he wanted, and sell to the highest bidder. I was smouldering with desire for him, my lust mixing with a need to see if he could really make me his in such a complete way.

I smiled at his words, kissing his cockhead, licking the underside, then kissing my way down the underside of his shaft. I rolled my tongue around his balls, letting his cock rest on my cheek. I wasn't sure how to reply, but my curiosity was in control.

I took his cock in both hands, stroking it. I replied, loudly enough that others would hear, and know that I was up for his game, "I want you to fuck me and cum inside me. I want everyone here to see you take me and make me orgasm for you. I want everyone to see you moaning with pleasure at the feel of my pussy on your cock. But if you want that, you'll have to make me ready for this big cock. I've showed you what I can do with my mouth. Now let's see what you can do with your mouth."

I stood up, turning so that I faced the audience. Molly was standing, kissing the poet, her hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him. He was fondling her pussy. I wondered if they were going to fuck on stage. I hoped they would, so I could see him take her.

My stood next to me, fondling my pussy with one hand, allowing the room to watch his motions. I'd demanded that he pleasure me with his mouth, but I had no idea if he would comply. The mischevious glint in his eyes left me certain only that he had his own mind, and his own ideas. I found my hand still wrapped around his hard cock, stroking it almost subconsciously. I almost needed to pleasure him. I was already losing this game of control.

I licked my lips, glancing out, seeing Megan now on the same seat as Joe, straddling him, kissing him passionately. She still wore her skirt, but it was up around her hips, fabric falling down and only partially covering her ass. His hands were on her buttocks, controlling her motion as she rode up and down on his hard cock, fucking him. They were in public, but in the relative privacy of their clothing, and of the far more public display we were making on stage.

I asked my lover, "What charity would you sell me for?" The idea tantalized me, and I wanted to hear more.

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Thank you, sir, may I have another?