Emily’s second public orgasm.

The crowd was getting real close now. They were inches away from the stage, some of them even pawing at her occasionally. With her hands still pinned under her chest, she couldn’t push them away, and with this stranger’s dick inside her her brain had gone to mush and stopped her from making any coherent thought out loud. They didn’t bother her too much, though. It was actually a little hot that they wanted to be so close to her.

The Nightwing cosplayer kept pulling hard on her hair so that she had to look up and out at the crowd. Emily didn’t know if he was getting off on the crowd or if he just liked a little rough play but she was loving how hard he was pulling on her ponytail. And when he slapped her ass? Incredible. Each time he hit her thick booty she yelped with pleasure.

He fucked her with a ferocity that she had never had before. In and out, in and out again without pauses or quibbles or complaints. So different than the high school boys and college freshmen that she usually fucked. How old was he? Did he know that she was just eighteen? She hoped he did, that he knew everything about the naughty girl that he was defiling for all to see.

Emily had never cum more than once during sex before and even that was a rarity. But with all these people watching and this mysterious man’s masterful strokes, she felt it boiling up inside of her. His hand on her clit was like sweet honey and whenever he took it away to spank her she moaned with ecstasy. She could just feel how wet and creamy she was, way wetter than she had ever been before.

“Oh fuck that’s—” she screamed, pushing herself up for a second as she came hard, and then the force of it made her go limp again. Her head might have slammed against the floor of the stage if he hadn’t been holding her up by her hair.