Rude awakening

Abruptly, I'm awoken by someone grabbing at me. I let out a gasp, muffled by the ballgag. The cool spring breeze across my bound, naked body, was in stark contrast to the warmth from the guy roughly grabbing, and pressing himself upon me. "Morning, Sweet whore." he whispered into my ear, kissing me on the neck. I see some of the neighbours starting to walk up, and there I was, naked and exposed before them, or so I noticed before my eyes started to flutter shut. 'Can't do anything about it anyway, may as well enjoy it . ' or so I tell myself, moaning as his hand worked up my arm, his right tightly holding onto my hip.

I find myself tilting my head to one side, giving him better access to kissing, as my arousal soared. I relaxed my body into him as his right hand rubbed itself ever closer between my legs. "What a naughty whore my neighbours found.", and with that, I heard his jeans zipper being worked, followed swiftly by it smacking into my leg. I moaned again, my arousal claiming, as his left hand found its way around my neck, casually **** me. I gasped, my pleasure jumping sharply, and I orgasmed as his grip tightened on the sides of my throat. His member casually rubbed across my thatch, and I cried out ... or at least, lead as the ballgag would allow, as he played with me. He whispered between kisses on my shoulder and neck, "I can see why they left you out here ... just too tempting not to pass up. Let's show them How wrong they are, hmm?"

I cried out in response, my head tilting back, eyes pinched shut as I orgasm again. I moaned, loading as the ballgag would allow, as his cock pierced itself into my shaved mound. My muscles taunt, and I found myself not caring so much how many people could see, as his cock started to slowly thrust into me, each time being driven deeper. Helpless to him, I found myself only hoping heed keep fucking me, knowing, all the same, he was speaking to use me. I felt my body being stretched to fit his cock deep inside me, enjoying every moment.

I heard a neighbour say something but paid it no mind, my only thought being how much I wanted him to claim me. At a point he needed no encouragement to speak, as he held tightly around me with his right hand, coping a feel on my left breast, even as his left casually chocked me out, my face by now has to be a deep reddish shade. I moaned, again and again, the sound raspy to my ears, as his cock pounded ever deeper into me. I climaxed the moment his balls finally bumped into my shaved mound, only to orgasm again as his neck thrust led them to pound into me. I felt his hand, massaging my breast, tightly squeezing it with each pounding of my body on his member.

I heard cars coming and going, knowing the whole act was on open display before everyone who may have passed by. I pressed my body onto him, hard as I could, as I was rocked forward and back with each thrust of his cock, which he buried deep into me each time. I cared not for my own helplessness, as my sole desire was for him to keep doing what he was inclined to do; use and **** me for his pleasures. His speed remained slow, each thrust roughly shoving his rock-hard member into me, claiming me before the world. I lost track of how long he kept at it, only noting when his speed increased. Slowly at first, he soon was pounding me, like a jackhammer, swiftly and powerfully. My cries, such as they were, took on an even more rush, primal quality to him, my body quite aware of every sensation. I felt my orgasm, hard and with little to separate them apart, as he took me to pound town. It was then I felt his load explode deep within my womb, painting my insides with his cum. I cried out loud, climaxing hard, my muscles tight, as yet more of his load was spent inside of my willing, if helpless, body. I orgasm several more times, in quick succession, as he deposited yet more into my body, only pulling out once all of it had been deposited.

He chortled into my ear as he slowly loosened, but did not remove his hand from my neck. Gasping, I felt the emptiness left behind as his cock was casually extracted from within me. He put himself together, "If you out hear when I get back from work, you can expect there would be a, shall we say, encore? See ya around, whore." He slapped me on the ass, and only then did he let go of my neck. I took a deep breath then, almost falling to the ground before managing to catch myself, my breaths quite ragged and rapped. My leach seemed to tighten somewhat, going slack only once I managed to stand up fully once more. He chuckled, and I bought sight of him, from behind of course, as he walked off.

"See ya later, Sis." he called, to which quickly my mistress and capture, the woman who left me outside last night called back, "Drive safe, Brad." She waited until he drove off, pinching my nipple with her right hand, "Well, I guess leaving you outside didn't work as we'd planned ... Made quite a show, too. What to do with you, I wonder?" As I took my breath, my mind racing to what just happened, I could see more people than I'd expect staring over at me.