Crowds Favorite

Despite it all, I find myself in for a surprise, as I found I was not the only one the crowd was getting to see being plowed. I quickly found Tiffany, naked and held aloft, as two middle-aged men bounced her on their cocks, and all the while a young woman was recording Tiffany's violation with her own phone. She gasped aloud, as one of them choked her, his hand wrapped tightly around her neck as she was made to bounce upon their rock-hard members, both of which were impaled deep within her folds, stretching her out roughly before everyone. Tiffany moaned loudly, animalistic quality to it, her body rigid as he was taken before them. A crowd of her own making, as her plan took on what clearly was an expected turn. At least, it was for her.

Chris held my leach in my hands, a large, toothy grin plastered on his face, as she shouted along with the crowd. As I watched, she half-heartedly held onto the man before her, as though her mind simply refused to process the latest turn of fate, her gaze aimed upward, her cries sharp and short. Catching my breath, naked, bound and gagged, it was not long before someone stepped up behind me, asking Chris, still holding my leach, something. Caught up in the enthusiasm, I only bought the tail end of the exchange. could feel the result, Someone wrapped an arm around me, and soon I felt his manhood being rubbed across my sensitive mound. It's not long before I'm once more being claimed by man's own pleasure, though just, it's not like I would've complained, even if I could have. He chortled, kissing my neck, even as his cock sawed across my pussy lips. He teased me, playing with me a bit, as we watched, everyone aware by now how Tiffany's reversal from mistress to malleable plaything.

I moaned, feeling him claim me now, his cock ploughing deep into me, squeaking in easily, feeling him stretching my insides around his rock-hard member, even as we watched a third man join in dominating Tiffany, as she cried aloud, her phone recording every moment of her own debauchery and debasement. As we watched, I felt the new arrival slowly start to thrust into my helpless, willing body. I moaned, my already aroused being quickly orgasming to being claimed once more. His rhythmic thrusts were forceful, pausing between each one as if building suspense. He pulled on my red locks, his other hand wrapped tightly around my waist, even as his gaze remained on Tiffany. I felt him using me, my very being crying out for nothing else, as he pounded me roughly. He increased in speed, and soon I felt him bucking me forward with each thrust, as my orgasm increased in power and frequency. It was not long, possibly due to the erotic nature of it all, for him to shoot a load of his own deep within me, taking his time to make sure it was all unleashed within me, before letting go and putting his clothes back into proper positions. As I watched, the crowd seemed to be enthralled now with watching Tiffany, my once-time keeper and now their favourite plaything, making me wonder if at least a few of the declarations made were aimed at Tiffany.

Chris, still holding my leach, smiled at the sight, before turning to me, and inquired, "Want to get out of here? Don't worry, She can handle herself .... she always does."