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I pick up my coffee cup and take a sip. I smile at Mandy. “Eat your cinnamon roll, pet.”
Mandy rolls her eyes. “Okay.” She pulls a piece of the roll off and slips it into her mouth. I watch her lips close, and her jaw move as she chews. Her gaze wanders, looking over all the people in the room. She is probably trying to see if she knows anyone.
I take another sip of coffee, enjoying the silence between us. The nice thing about having an established pet is that I don’t feel the need to rush. I can do things at my leisure. When I feel ready, I drop my free hand down to my lap, all the while calmly sipping my coffee and watching Mandy eat her icing-covered roll. Under the table, I find her knee. It’s covered with the scratchy material of her skirt, some sort of wool. Her body stiffens when I first touch her.
“Keep eating, pet,” I whisper, taking another sip of coffee.
Gently, I pull her skirt up just a little. The skin of her knees is bare. With one finger, I trace a circle over her kneecap.
Mandy pulls off another piece of her roll, a smaller piece this time, and pops it into her mouth. She doesn’t look at me as she chews. Her eyes stay on the people around us. So far, no one has noticed our odd behavior.
Her legs are closed together, but as I slip my hand between her knees, she opens them just a little. The move pleases me, so I massage the bit of her thighs just above her knees. I inch my hand higher, enjoying the warmth of having it trapped between her thighs. I push a little with my thumb, indicating that she should open her legs further. Mandy hisses in a breath. I know that she is nervous, but still, she opens her legs wider.
“No one can see,” I whisper to assure her. “Open your legs wide, pet. I’ve been watching your pussy all morning. Now I want to touch it.”
Her butt shifts. Her thighs open wider. Keeping my fingertips on her warm skin, I slide my hand up. My pet opens her mouth slightly, letting out a little gasp. Her chest rises and falls erratically. Her breath comes in pants.
I brush her lower lips, first the plump outer, then the thinner inner. There is a touch of moisture on them — a subtle hint of her arousal. Gently, I glide my fingertips up and down, teasing them. Her folds open at my touch and dampen more. Mandy’s hips move forward slightly, begging for my fingers to dip further.
“We shouldn’t,” she whispers.
I hold back a laugh. She really should stop saying that. I know she doesn’t believe it.
“Let me do as I want, pet. I want you to fuck my fingers right here in the cafeteria. I want to feel you cum in public.”
Despite her protest, Mandy thrusts her hips forward under the table. Her movement pushes my index and pointer finger deep into her wet pussy. The feeling of how warm and ready she is makes my dick ache harder. It’s almost like I am teasing myself with this outing. My orgasm later will be that much harder.
“Good girl,” I tell her as she keeps moving her hips back and forth over my fingers.
I trace patterns on her insides, find the nub of her G-spot and rub my fingertips over it as they move within her. Her pussy walls tighten as her excitement increases.
Above the table, we both act normally. Bite after bite of cinnamon roll fills her mouth. I sip my coffee and take a nibble or two of my muffin. A few people glance our way, but no one’s stare lingers.
“Oh God,” Mandy hisses, keeping her voice low.
I feel her get tighter. A few flutterings run through her pussy. She is going to orgasm soon and hard. Knowing that it is coming has my dick straining as well, even without her touch.
“Oh God,” she repeats.
My fingers are really damp now, slick with evidence of her pleasure. Her pussy walls clamp down tight then quiver and pulse as her orgasm breaks. Mandy sways slightly in her seat like her eyes don’t want to focus.
“You’re so dirty, pet,” I tell her. “You like coming while all of these people are around, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” she mumbles.
Another round of fluttering hits her pussy. I pump it harder, enjoying the feeling of her wetness covering my hand. I want her to cum again and again. Spending our whole afternoon this way would really please me.
“Mr. Keeley?”
Mandy freezes up. Her mouth drops open in a gasp as we both turn to look at the unwanted visitor standing at our table. I recognize the man from a few days ago. It’s the man Kane was showing around, the one Mandy used to date. Annoyed, I slip my hand out of Mandy’s pussy but keep it under the table as I turn to him.
