Rolling her eyes again, Alice sighed and gestured for me to get it over with.

“You gonna pull down your shorts or order Slave Alice to do it for you?"

I chuckled and shook my head. "Nuh-uh. Climb into my lap."

Alice frowned, not understanding.

“I'm serious. Straddle me right here. That's an order, slave."

I already knew my best friend wasn't some closet submissive who got off on being bossed around. If anything, she preferred to do the bossing around in our relationship, but she sighed and moved to sit in my Lap with one knee to either side of me.

Holding up one finger, I waggled it almost threateningly in her face, stating, "You must remain silent until I tell you otherwise, understand? No snarky comments. No scoffs of disbelief. I'll allow certain unavoidable noises, but definitely no spoken words. Nod your head if you understand."

Pinching her lips, Alice definitely looked Like she wanted to say a few choice words, but she swallowed them reluctantly and nodded her head.

I took a deep breath before beginning. The ‘Slave for Thirty Minutes’ bet had been Alice's idea. She'd beaten me twice in a row already and I was pretty sure she had an idea to make me start a backrub that would turn into a full-body rub with a Happy Ending. It wouldn't be the first time she'd wanted me to do something like that to her, and it was getting close to the time she was supposed to go home. I still had a date with Mari tonight, after all. But now that I'd won the race, I figured I could use the wager to my advantage.

“No speaking," I reminded her, emphasizing my order by touching my finger to her Lips to keep her silent. Then, I took a deep breath, let my eyes roam up and down her athletically toned body, and slid both hands across her shoulders, down her sides, and finally grabbed meaty handfuls of her bare buttcheeks.

After I went down on her, Alice had never put her jeans back on. She put her panties back on, for sanitary reasons if nothing else, but she'd spent the majority of her time in my house wearing nothing but a t-shirt over her underwear.

First, I bunched up the back of the Korean girl's panties, tucking as much of the material into her ass crack to expose as much bare buttcheek skin as I could. Then I spent thirty seconds just grabbing, fondling, and playing with Alice's ass. This was unusual in and of itself, given that I'd spent years being “safe Matty" who would never reach out and grab a girl's ass uninvited. Most of the times I did so nowadays were during one sex act or another, like playing with a girl's buttcheeks while simultaneously eating her out.

Eventually, I reached underneath the back of Alice's t-shirt, sliding my right hand all the way up until I found the clasp to her bra. I deftly unhooked her with just my fingertips, having had a lot of practice by now. And as my compliant slave for the moment, she merely watched me through half-lidded eyes as I pulled the bra straps out through both shirt sleeves and off her arms, tucked the straps back in through the sleeves, and finally yanked the bra down the front of her chest and dropped it melodramatically onto the couch cushion beside us.

Alice had pretty big nipples, and in public she would often get self-conscious about them poking through her shirts. Whereas the other

BTC girls, save Mari, would proudly show off their headlights and enjoy the extra attention, Alice wore bras that had built-in pads to specifically prevent that from happening, shunning the spotlight. Even today she wore a baggy comic book t-shirt rather than a form-fitting top like the other girls. I grabbed a chip clip from the bag of pretzels nearby and opened and closed the clip's “mouth” in front of her face. Alice's eyes went wide, perhaps afraid I was about to clamp my slave's nipples or something. But instead, I pulled the back of her t-shirt taut, clipped the material together so it wouldn't loosen, and delighted in the sight of the Large dents she made in her tight t-shirt. At least I knew she wouldn't mind ME looking.

But tempted as I was to reveal those puffy nipples in all their glory,

I wasn't done playing with her yet. Reaching around for the back of her hem, I dragged the t-shirt up her body all the way up to the bottom of her boobs. But I didn't take the shirt off. Rather, I sagged against the backrest to give myself some extra viewing room, brought my hands around to the front of her t-shirt, and raised the hem up very slowly until I had about an inch of underboob exposed.

I stared in rapture at the creamy stripes of pale titflesh available to my view. Despite the “silence” warning, she couldn't help but giggle quietly at the way I stopped to gawk. Alice used to say the fact that

I'd look at her this way was quite validating, and I definitely wanted her to feel validated at this moment. I let my thumbs trail across the twin creases where her titflesh met her chest, dragged the thumbnails forward down the underslope, across the bottom, and then started their upward journey as well. Without raising her shirt any higher, I let my thumbs glide all the way up and rub those puffy pink nipples I could feel but still not see. And she shivered and closed her eyes when I did so.

Alice's eyes were still closed when my lips met hers. She sighed happily at the touch and started kissing me back just as firmly as I was kissing her. I slid my hands off her tits and around to her back without removing them from inside her shirt. I brought our chests together, forcefully kissing her hard enough to make our heads turn while my tongue came out to play. And she moaned into my mouth while her pussy started grinding against the boner in my gym shorts.

I started helping her. Grabbing her ass and thrusting my pelvis up, I started dry humping her against my dick in a manner very much like the way Sam used to. I paused to rip off my shirt, separated our two bodies enough for me to finally pop the hem of her t-shirt over her breasts and bent her backwards so I could start suckling one of those fat nipples in my mouth. Alice groaned and clutched my head to her breast while I nursed like a starving infant. I switched teats, motorboating my face in her melons for a bit in-between, and then reached up to grab both breasts in my hands while I started kissing her ferociously once again.

I never took her t-shirt off. From the time she'd arrived at my house to the time she left, it never came off her neck. The only time she even pulled her arms in through the sleeves came much, much Later when she finally had to put her bra back on to go home. In the meantime, it stayed bunched up around her armpits, granting me access to her big

D-cup sweater puppies, access I very much took advantage of for the thirty minutes she remained my slave.

Presently, I pushed her backwards and ordered, “Stand up and take off your panties."

Breathing heavily, Alice did as ordered, dismounting the couch and bending over to slide her panties down her legs, tossing them aside. I stood up as well, dropping my shorts and boxers to the floor, leaving me buck naked and her with just that t-shirt tightly bunched up around her armpits. And then in a sudden rush, I bent forward, put my shoulder into the Korean girl's midsection, and flung her like a rag doll over my shoulder while standing up. She squealed in response and I spanked her butt, declaring loudly, "SILENCE, slave!"