Carnol Carny

Relaxing remarkably well, I simply shoot him a nod, finding myself seemingly transfixed. My desire rising. I could hear their excitement from all around me, catching his exuberant glance my way as I whisper back, "Yes, claim your prize!"

He nods back, grasping the insides of my thighs, teasing me by pausing, rubbing his hands along the sides of my thighs and hips, smirking back at me while his family and friends cheer and catcall. In moments that felt much longer, he rubs his cock on my intimate folds, eliciting a moan from me. Caught up in the passion, my legs go out, grabbing him and pulling him close, while I cling hard to the table with my hands.

I gasp, breathing hard already, my desire overwhelming any other thought or concern. I feel my pleasure rise, made all the sweeter knowing it would be seen by so many. Clicking his tongue, he presents a large, toothy grin down at me. "My, so eager to get claimed, to consummate our pairing. But then, that's just how it was foretold."

He lets out a sigh, pulling back before pounding his cock deep into me, shoving me forward several inches, even as I cling to the table with both arms, and his back with my legs. I moan loudly as his member is driven deep into me, my legs spreading even further apart as I hold onto him. The table creaks underneath me, the metal shifting slightly.

I orgasmesily, enjoying the quick satisfaction as he pulls out, pausing, making me once more feel like shouting out, 'just do it already!', but I manage not to, breathing heavily, feeling my desire rising swiftly. I tilt my head back, finding myself looking up at light poles and the exuberant crowd gathered around us, the smiling mass of carney staff, his friends and family, all gathered to see it happen.

He leans over, his member tip just pressing inside my intimate folds, kissing my bosom, grasping them with his right hand, even as his left tightly squeezes my waist. I moan out loud, desire pulsing through me, enjoying every moment of it, even as my mind craves more, to feel him take me already.

His cock plunges deep with me, stretching me out hard, and I cry out loud, my back arching, pushing my body off the table even as I'm shoved forward. I cling tightly to the table, vaguely noticing those around us were taking photos and video, but the thought is fleeting. Only the pleasure, and the desire for more, remains. He stops once more, his member buried deep within me, as his caresses and kisses me, giving me vital time to adjust, sending his buried member deeper into me.

I hear my cries, loud and ragged, as I enjoy each moment, knowing his playing it out for those assembled around us, and not caring so long as he keeps at it. He pulls out slowly, stopping a moment, slapping my ss with his right hand before grabbing tight to my waist and thrusting himself roughly into me.

My cry is loud and primal. I cling tightly as I can to the table and him as I can, still shifting back several inches before pushing back, feeling him digging in deeper, using me casually and forcefully. His thrusts are powerful and rough, pausing between each one, making the experience a show. A show, no doubt, meant to entertain those around us.

My body lifts off the table, leaving just my ass and shoulders upon its surface, as I resolve to pleawe him, knowing I'm being used for sport, but only caring that he keeps doing it. My pleasure rises higher at the thought, as I cling tightly to what little I can.

My cries grow ragged as I feel his lips and tongue on my breasts, first my right, then my left, playfully touching me before moving to my neck, and I tilt to one side, giving him more room to work as he caresses and kisses me intently. My eyes flutter shut, feeling my orgasms pounding through me with increasing regularity, as I'm left to do my best to remain in place, bucking with each thrust, forcing myself back into position just in time for the next pounding thrust.

His right hand finds my neck then, and I feel pleasure casually being applied to the sides of my throat. I felt him choking me, feeling my pleasure rise sharply as his grip tightened slowly. I cry out, feeling his balls finally slap against my mound, and I climax at his touch. I felt his left hand clenching tightly to the small of my back, even as his rough, forward thrust sent ripples of pleasure coursing through me.

Moaning through it, I knew my cheeks would be taking on progressively deeper and deeper shades of red, as I submit to him willfully, loving each moment as he claims me for his own pleasures, his own desires. Feeling a release I didn't even know I needed. I cry out loud as I can, the sound primal and savage, as I orgasm hard, keenly feeling each thundering, rough plunge his rock-hard member makes into me.

The crowd's excitement is even louder than mine, watching intently. I felt my orgasms as he pounds himself deep into me, his balls smashing into my willing body, as I enjoy being claimed and taken for their 'lil ritual. I lose track of time, not caring anyway, as I find myself wanting nothing else but for him to keep at it, as I do my best to please, clinging tightly to him and the table, legs spread wide.

His speed swiftly starts to pick up, sending my pleasure over the edge, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest, each breath ragged, as I orgasm again and again, feeling each one almost before the last one lands. Crying out in savage desire, I felt his speed grow to that of a piston, not losing a minute of force or roughness as he claims me faster.

Bucking under the swift speed, I do my best to hold on, intently feeling each powerful thrust, gasping and moaningly loudly as he takes me. It's not long before I felt his loud exploding deep within me, and I climax hard as his load explodes into me, leaving me to gasp as yet more enters deep within me, panting my insides.

He keeps going, unleashes yet more into my intimate folds, not stopping for a bit, and soon he seems to actually gain in speed, and I cry out loud as those around cheer us on. Soon enough, he's pushing me roughly and as swiftly as ever. Clinging tightly, it's all I can do to remain in place despite the tight hold he has on my neck and back.

Knowing full well he's using me, I don't care, at least not just then, and my mind simply enjoys the ride. its not long before another, even larger eruption of his lead is felt, and once more deep within my willing body. My body aches as I push myself against him, his balls pressing hard against my pussy as he lingers deep within, and I climax even harder, feeling his salty salve emptying into me.

He waists one moment, then the next, clinging extremely tightly to me, causing discomfort from his grip on my back. I cry out as I hold myself tightly against him, feeling the salty liquid being emptied out into me.

Finally, he pulls out, rubbing himself off against my intimate folds, putting himself together. His friends and family all gather around, cheering him on, while I slump once more on the table, feeling his grip leave my neck as I recover, my breath slowly slowing, my heart pounding, slowly decreasing in pace.

Someone shouts from next to him, "That was wonderful! You exceeded our wildest dreams and imaginations! She's now your wife, who will be at your side from now on, naked and willing for you to claim!"

I vaguely felt a collar being placed around my neck, as my mind remembered all the passion and pleasures, raw and exposed before so many, I just experienced. Still breathing deeply, I felt the hollow he left behind by his retreating member, felt the liquid that remains buried deep within me, swirling around slowly.

I felt myself being picked off the table, my arms being bound behind my back, pulling my shoulders back, making my already ample bosom stand out that much further. I soon felt myself carried, brought before a tent. I'm soon made to stand, barely catching my balance, facing outward from it. I felt goosebumps forming across every inch of my exposed skin, as I'm left naked before the world. I gasp at the sensation, as memories of the passion we shared, his warmth, fill my mind, leaving me with a longing for more. My nipples stand out clearly from my breasts, hardening swiftly as the breeze casually blows across my exposed skin.

Bret, my new husband and master, simply nods before heading in. Moments later, a young woman comes to stop before me. "Oh, you must wait until dawn before experiencing such pleasures again. It's our way, as memory makes it all longing all the sweeter." She looks me over, seeing my nakedness before her, staring at my nipples and shaved mound, smirking back before continuing, "Looks like you're already longing for more, hey? So much the better! Welcome to the family, enjoy being part of the show, toots!"

She slaps me on the back, about to leave before halting and commenting, as much for herself, "I wonder how long before you add another to our travelling band, hmm? I'm sure we'd all love to see a baby born by one of our own."

Giggling to herself, she takes off, as I'm left naked. I gasp, finding myself held in place, and zi resist the urge to sigh, left naked and on my feet before them, as many of the lights turn off. I eventually manage to fall asleep, as I wonder what my knew life will have in storte for me now...