Beth's new friends

Part 4

As the day faded into the twilight hours, Beth found herself in a state of tense, exhilarating aftershock. The performance at Jimmy's worksite earlier had been more intense than she'd expected. She thrived under the gaze of so many eyes—each look acting like a spark to her inner fire. Now alone in the quiet of their apartment, she could still feel the echo of those glances tracing her skin, making it prickle with a lingering electricity.

Her body was a canvas of sensations, with every nerve ending seemingly awakened and alive, humming with the memory of the day's exposure. She sat on their soft, plush couch, trying to unwind, but her body was caught in a paradox of relaxation and a simmering tension. Her muscles quivered occasionally, involuntary spasms that served as reminders of her earlier adrenaline rush.

Beth's breathing was deep, uneven, as if she was still performing, still in the midst of that circle of onlookers. The room was silent, save for the occasional car passing by outside, its sound cutting through the evening air like a knife through silk. The anticipation of Jimmy's return was another layer of sensation, almost unbearable in its intensity. The waiting, the silence, the solitude—it all contrasted sharply with the earlier noise and chaos, making her feel more isolated yet infinitely alive.

Every sound of the building seemed magnified—the creaks of the wood, the distant sound of a television from another apartment, the faint breeze that whispered through slightly ajar windows. Each noise made her heart jump slightly, thinking it might be Jimmy finally coming home.

Her mind replayed the events of the day, every cheer, every whistle, every clap from the crowd at the worksite, fueling her internal fire. She relived the moments, feeling a mix of pride, pleasure, and a profound sense of longing—for the event to not have ended, for the continued adoration, and most of all, for Jimmy to walk through the door.

As the key finally turned in the lock, her heart surged. The sound was like the climax of a symphony, resolving all the tension into a rush of relief and excitement. She turned toward the door, her face lighting up, every fiber ready to relive the day's rush, this time in the privacy of their shared space, where the intensity of the public gaze could transform into an intimate echo of that exhilarating exposure.

When Jimmy finally entered, the door swung open to reveal him standing in the frame, his expression dark, his brows furrowed in what seemed like anger or disappointment. The sight sent a shiver down Beth's spine, a stark contrast to the warmth she had felt only moments before. Her heart, which had been fluttering in anticipation, now pounded with anxiety. She searched his face, trying to decipher what she might have done wrong to earn such a stern look.

As she watched him close the door behind him with a soft click, her mind raced through the events of the day, wondering if she had misstepped, if her performance had somehow displeased him. The room felt smaller, the silence heavier as Jimmy's heavy boots thudded against the floor, each step echoing like a drumbeat in her tense body.

Just as the weight of uncertainty became nearly unbearable, Jimmy's face transformed. The hard lines softened, and a slow, appreciative smile spread across his lips. "You were a very good girl today," he said, his voice a warm, comforting balm that washed over her like sunlight breaking through clouds.

Relief flooded Beth's system, so powerful it was almost dizzying. Her entire body relaxed as she exhaled a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. The anxiety melted away, replaced by a euphoric calm that threaded through her nerves, soothing the residual tension from the day's excitement.

Jimmy walked over and sat beside her on the couch. His presence was like a shield, the earlier storm of her emotions now calming into a gentle rain. He opened his arms, and she collapsed into them, her voice small and fragile, carrying the weight of her lingering doubts. "Are you proud of me?" she asked, seeking the affirmation that would anchor her back to solid ground.

His response was immediate, his voice soft yet firm. "You did so well today. I'm so proud of you."  He smiled, his arm reaching around the back of her neck. She felt his fingers clench in her hair, and the burning scalp sensation of having her hair pulled. Wordlessly he shoved her down on to her knees, so that he was seated and looking down at her. "You knew it could be intense, you knew what might happen, but you handled it perfectly." Jimmy unbuttoned his jeans, the snap and sound of a zipper indicating what was to come. His cock sprang out, hard as a rock. Jimmy used his grip to pull her head forward onto his cock, and Beth did not resist. She took him deeply into her mouth, savoring the taste of his cock and taking his full length. He moaned then, squeezing his fingers a little tighter and sending a shock of pain from her scalp to her clit. She glowed, happy in being of service, happy to provide him with such pleasure, and gratitude for making her life so much more satisfying and interesting. She had a purpose with Jimmy she had never felt before. 

 His praise washed over her, a soothing tide that reaffirmed her worth, her place by his side, but mostly down on her knees. "I loved watching how you commanded everyone's attention, how all the men reacted. It was all for you, but remember, they wanted something only I could let them have." She reacted, sucking a little harder, a little faster. She was lost in the moment, her only thoughts those of Jimmy. Making him proud, making him happy, making him cum. Her body tingled and waves of joy and happiness spread thru her, as she realized she was on her knees doing what she did best, because she had done what she does best in public for several men. 

His words, affirming and possessive, filled her with a renewed sense of purpose and belonging. He continued, "I loved how at peace you were, how compliant and perfect in every moment. You never objected; you were exactly what they—and I—wanted." She felt his cock swelling as he moaned louder, and closed his eyes. She knew he was close, but she didn't want him to cum just yet. She was enjoying this too much - his praise and compliments making her soaked. Her body was alive, her mind was at peace and she let go of her worries. She just existed then and there in the moment. She reached down and slid her fingers down her yoga pants, brushing against her clit and moaning herself. She rubbed hard, feeling Jimmy build towards climax and wanting to cum herself at the same time. She worked at her timing, and was rewarded when Jimmy filled her mouth with his seed. She swallowed, sliding her mouth down to the base of his shaft and keeping it there, looking up at him doe eyed. He opened his eyes, running a hand thru her hair. He grabbed her by the hair once more, and told her "I didn't tell you to stop you little whore" 

As he spoke, Beth felt the last fragments of doubt dissolve within her. Here, in Jimmy's arms, she found not just someone who dominated her; but a deep, resounding validation of her actions and her desires. His approval was her sanctuary, his desire the ultimate reward for her performance, and as she slid her mouth up and down his cock and maintained deep eye contact she knew then ; she was prob going to fuck all those men soon. One right after another.