Natalie Masturbates For her Audience

The world seemed to spin into slow motion for Natalie, Casey's request rung in her mind, and her body was responding, arousal, lust, and desire surged through her blood, filling her head with fog. Her skin prickled, and she could feel her sex becoming wetter at the very thought.

"Okay." She said, not believing what she was voicing. "I...I'm going to masturbate for you all. Please don't tell anyone I did, this okay? N-no photos or anything like that.

So saying, she sat back on the sofa, the other three girls gathered in front of her now. Her heart was pounding, her head felt heavy, her breathing was deep, and she could feel an animal need in her. She spread her legs, one hand moving to hold up her skirt, revealing her lower region to the other girls. Natalie's sex was not shaved, but her bush was not very thick, forming a light layer of dark hair which swept over her mound. It was almost transparent, and didn't do much to protect her dignity from the gazes of her three friends. From the very moment she spread her legs, it was obvious just how aroused she was to each of them. After all, Wren, Samantha and even Casey were all experienced enough with their own masturbation habits to know what it was like when a woman was very aroused. Natalie's lower lips were open, her labia were engorged, dampness running down her inner thighs, glistening against her lower legs.

Tucking the skirt behind her so it wouldn't get in the way, Natalie tried to ignore how each of her friends reacted to her naked body. How Samantha sat and crossed her arms, how Wren smirked, how Casey leaned forwards, almost enraptured by the sight. She felt great humiliation, shame flowing through her as she recognised that she had set all of this in motion. Embarrassment rose up, staining her face, and she worked hard not to let her limbs tremble.

With one hand, she started to rub herself, brushing against the exterior of her mound in a slow, circular motion, gradually applying more pressure as her skin started to tingle, each press against her sex was met with a flash of pleasure, a tingling want that stole the breath from her lungs. It felt so good to touch herself now, even rubbing her outer lips felt like heaven. She'd been stewing all day, knowing that this was coming, and now at last it was finally here.

She started to rub herself, faster now, building speed, letting the friction tease her skin. The building pleasure made her growl, her fingers were wet with her own juices, and yet she still couldn't stop. The eyes of the others were on her most private place, they were watching her touch herself, pleasure herself with her own fingers! It felt wrong, and yet, so very right as well.

Faster and faster, rubbing her entrance, her fingers brushing against her outer skin, she could feel her body bucking, as if trying to get closer to the source of pleasure. Her nipples felt hot, the skin on her breasts tingling with want, as if annoyed to be left out. With her free hand, she cupped her chest, fumbling with her nipples, the extra source of stimulation tore a moan from the back of her throat, her spine arched, pushing her chest forwards, Natalie grunted, her fingers started to enter herself now, diving into her womanhood with sudden ferocity, forcing her lower lips aside in a **** quest for pleasure.

Natalie was biting her lower lip, her mind awash with feelings of pleasure, the touch of her fingers, the sparks of ecstasy which shot from her sex, her clitoris burned with desire, and she felt herself tightening around her fingers. Fuck, fuck, fuck, it felt good! Each touch, each motion, each push grinding against her sex, her fingers entering her body, fucking her like a sex toy. At the same time, her hand on her chest was playing with her nipples, teasing them, pinching them, grasping her breasts with all of its fingers and rubbing them.

She was being watched. She knew she was being watched, Wren and Samantha and even Casey, all of them were sitting watching as she degraded herself, as she masturbated for them, she should have felt shame, humiliation, embarrassment, and she did. She really did, it filled her up, twisting through her mind like a knife, making it so she was aware of every touch, every stroking gesture, every moan and sound. But it only made it better, that hyper-awareness only fed into her pleasure, she knew she was being watched, she felt like she was doing something bad, something that you were not supposed to do, but she could stop no more easily now than any time she'd done it in the past. Her nerves screamed, her cells were alive with the pleasure sweeping through her body. She felt her toes curling, the tips of her fingers going numb.

And then she came. The sudden crash at the end of the ride, the abrupt jolt, and the explosion of the pleasure she'd been building. it swept through her mind, tearing through her thoughts with claws of ecstasy, it made her throw her head back, moaning as her fingers desperately kept moving, trying to mine every single moment out of the climax. When it was done, she sat back in the chair, her eyes were blank for a moment as she processed the intense feelings. Her pussy was dripping, and her fingers were soaked.

"Holy shit." Casey said softly to herself. "That looked amazing... I've never felt anything that intense when I touched myself..."

"Would you like to?" Wren said, Casey started to stutter, realising she'd said it outloud, but Wren ignored it, looking towards Natalie who had not started to recover.

"That was a really good show, Nat. it made me pretty horny, and that's saying something since I'm not into girls. Looks like you did the same to poor Casey. Why don't you be a dear and help her out?"

"What do you mean?" Natalie asked, closing her legs, and sitting forwards on the sofa. "What do you want me to do?"

"Eat her out until she cums like you just did. After the way you teased her, it seems only fair."