Led Through the Crowd

Bent over at the waist, I let out a gasp, an orgasm rushing through me as the pair make a scene out of my nakedness, to which the crowd seem to be approvingly loving. I moan as Lizz pulls on my hair, pulling my head back, even as her strapon plunges in and out of my mound.

Helpless to the pair, I nonetheless less find myself quite enjoying being a part of their display. I felt my arms being bound behind my back, and then, with a gasp, being hauled around and down the steps. I gasp, each step sending the strap-on deep into me. Smiling broadly, I bounce with each unexpected thrust, pleasure rising higher. Still leaning far over, I find myself having to rely on the pair to remain standing, even as their grasping hands hold tightly to me.

Within moments, I find myself being led through the crowd, and Hannah's voice rings out, a smug expression shining from her face, "Don't be shy, she'd love it if you grab at her! She wants to feel your hands all over! Don't you, my lovely vixen?"

I moan as she speaks, still feeling the strap-on buried deep within me. Letting out a moan, I find myself smiling broadly back up at her, and not daring to speak, simply nod back. I felt hands from at least three or four individuals, male and female alike, now pinching and poking at me. I let out an aroused sigh, enjoying their touch. Hands find my breast, my nipples swiftly being pinched, my legs spread wide as hands probe along my waist, hips and thighs.

I orgasm easily as I submit to them, finding it remarkably easy to give in to their touch. As the crowd laugh, I feel Lizzy's hand move across my chin, part playful, though also supportive, before she declares, "Now, what do you say to such nice people, sub?"

I moan, enjoying the touch, hearing the crowd asking questions, speaking over each other even as they move forward, probing, prodding, and groping me confidently now. I orgasm, the feeling even more powerful than the last, as I shout, "Thank you! Oh, thank you, mistress!"

The pair smirking, I cry out as pleasure envelops my every thought and desire, leaving me all the more pliable to them than ever before. All the while, I felt myself bouncing to their touch, sending the strap-on moving in and out of me in the process. My orgasms exploding within more and more often, any resistance to their designs gives way to playing along, no matter what they may have planned. So long as I keep feeling such pleasures, that is...