A public Pounding

Tiffany winked at the crowd as I moaned loudly, my mind racing, wondering if she had planned the whole thing from the moment she grabbed my towel away from me in the lift. I moaned as she led me further and further from the condo unit, the crowd cheering, making cata cats and Woolf whistles. Naked and bound, even my moans are muffled and distorted by the ballgag planted in my mouth. helpless to them now, I find myself standing on a street corner when I felt his cock rubbing across my clit, and I orgasm before them. My pleasure reached a fever pitch, possibly from how public they had made it.

No matter, my legs spread wide, as if acting on their own discretion, as his cock rubbed across my shaved mound. I moaned, my breath already sounding raspy to my ears. Tiffany giggled then, holding the leash as she watched, before crying out to the crowd, "Who wants to see the whore get nailed?", resulting in a number of positive declarations in reply. I felt myself orgasm hard as his cock plunged into my pussy, gasping hard as his left hand wrapped around my neck, **** me before them. Without a thought, I found myself pushing my body up and upon him, forcing his cock to stretch its way forcefully into me. The crowd was in an uproar now, I quickly found my only thought was how much I wanted to be used.

Not that they needed to be told; they seemed to have planned this out way in advance, as though her recording the whole thing on her phone. I moaned, loud as I could, as Chris plunged his cock deeper into my willing and helpless body with each thrust, claiming me with slow, rough movements. I turned my head away from Tiffany, only to end up face to face with even more strangers, shouting and hollering, declaring such lurid explanations as, "Pound the Hoe!", and "Fuck the Bitch". I looked around, and by now it seemed I was surrounded, helpless to being used not only as his sexual conquest once more but their entertainment. Not that, it seemed, my body would have it anyway. I heaved loudly, my heart pounding as I moaned loudly. I can feel each throat claiming me hard, being driven deeper each time, my body rocking back into place in time for the next big thrust.

I orgasm in increasing regularity as I'm used to fulfilling their own desires, my naked body was surrounded by the gathering crowd. Helpless, I moan, my cheeks taking on a vibrantly deep reddish shade as my naked body is groped by several members of the crowd at once, even as Chris takes me as his own. My orgasmic cries take on a wild, savage sound to them, coming out harsh to my ears, even distorted as they are from the ballgag. Finally, his balls slap upon my mound, and I climax before them, followed swiftly by hard by another orgasm as I'm openly used by the pair.

I find myself increasingly not caring about why I'm being used, nor where or even who could see, so long as he kept doing it, my body pushing itself upon him every chance it could get. I moaned, my cry as loud as I could make it, not caring anymore who may hear, as my bound, naked body was grabbed by the crowd. I cared not how long it lasted, my only desire was he kept doing it. I felt his speed slowly increase, my mind's only thought was how much I wanted, and needed for him to use me. I felt him pounding me remarkably fast now, each thrust hitting like a jackhammer, each thrust as rough as ever. I felt his load exploding deep into me once, then twice, as I climaxed hard before the crowd, even as I gasped for breath. I keep it up a while longer, rubbing the last bit onto my ass. I drew a deep breath as he let go of my throat, and as I caught my breath, I found myself looking for where Tiffany could be ...