Proper Pin-Up

Managing to remain nonchalant, I notice them fall silent and stare my way. I simply shrugged my shoulders; "Muh, m mughmm" was all that came out, and they laughed, amused by the mush-mouth I made while to caught up in the excitement of the moment.

"We may have to remove the bal gag if we want her to call out scores and who's next," to which disappointed awwwwhhs result from the exchange. I find it all rather amusing, seeing how enamoured they are with me remaining bound and gagged before them, even as other guests nearby staring at me, though many look away when caught, their faces heating in marked embarrassment.

Suddenly a man jumps up, rubbing his hand along my right side while standing on my left. I felt his tight grip, my body instinctively relaxing against his body. Maybe it was the emotions of it all, or perhaps the body heat, but I find his touch rather pleasant, nice. He calls out, his hand on my shoulder, "I can call it out. No need to bother your new plaything with removing her ball gag."

With murmurs of agreement. It's quite clear the decision has been made. My new mistress and keeper speaks loudly then, "Ok, it's decided; he will call out the score, and my new naked playmate will write it down. Now, it's game time."

I find myself smiling at him, enjoying the attention, feeling him squeeze me around the waist playfully. I felt him kiss my forehead as my new mistress came up first. I watch, doing my best to focus, even as I find myself wondering about how many would be watching me intimately, scrutinising my every curve as she lets it fly. She knocks down all the pins and celebrates, though everyone else is too busy watching me to notice. At least, until she celebrates to they noice.

"Umm, oh yea, good job." One of her female friends states, distracted, her eyes seemingly glued to staring at me. To which my new miss looks perturbed, walking by the scoring stand, her excitement deflating.

She manages to chortle, glancing our way, checking the scorecards, nodding before whispering, "It seems that anywhere we go, you're the real show, my naughty nakie nymph." I pause, nodding back, doing my best to smile around the ball gag, my reply coming out as something approximating a moan.

A man from the apoxing team steps up next, slapping me on the ass as he passes by, and the sound of chortling escapes both groups. He goes up and tosses the ball next, somehow getting a matching throw as my mistress. He celebrates, but he's no more noticed than she had been.

He manages to smirk, shaking his head in disbelief, his right hand rubbing at my side as he passes by. The game keeps going, the score remaining remarkably close. Not that anyone seems to care as much as they seemed to be at the start. Rarthere, their focus the whole set, and even the sets that followed, remained on me.

My legs spread decently wide apart, I felt my ass shake with each slap, pinch, or grope they made while passing by, as if the act in and of itself would give them a good look at my charm. Or, equally likely, they are enjoying the excuse to do so. The cheers and exultations, along with occasional catcalls that directly followed each fondling of my displayed nakedness, seem to support the latter, not that I would complain about it.

Once the games are down, even I can tell neither team really cares anymore about who even won. Instead, they all cheer in a shared excitement, and I found myself being pulled away from the score, my nakedness being placed directly between them. I gasp, feeling my new mistress holding me before them, my back leaning against her. I hear myself moaning, seeing the excitement on their faces. I felt her left hand cupping my right breast, while her right hand is reaching down, shooting all four fingers deftly into my mound. I orgasm easily, everyone cheering as they watch,

Leaning against her, my neck bent to one side to accommodate the pose, as she calls out, "Since you enjoy her more than the game anyway, I figure we all may as well get our fill of her.", to which they shout out, and I orgasm easily, my legs feeling weak. Her fingers press onto me deep, roughly playing with me as my pleasure rises, spiking higher. I felt a few of her friends reach out, slapping my breast, then my mound and ass as I orgasm hard, enjoying my abject helplessness and pleasures, all spilling out all at once.

It lasted for a bit, each moment feeling more and more pleasure thren the last. That's when one of the guys, the one who played first, declares, "This is great and all, but each of us should get to do that if you want us to get 'over' her.", to which they cheer, and I simply moan, feeling my mind only focus on how good it felt.

"Fine!" she declares, tossing me to him. With a chuckle, he catches me swiftly, turning me about. His left hand find my neck, putting pressure on the sides of my throat, choking me casually. His right hand finds my pussy, reaching in with his other hand. My back arches, and I moan loudly as his fist rumbles into me, stretching me out, as I orgasm hard.

I'm played with in turn by each, while my new mistress picks up the leftovers, taking my leash with her free hand. "I hope we enjoyed the weekly meet-up. Perhaps we should plan on giving us a go at meeting again soon, perhaps give you more time with her?"

They cheer and shout, and she nods. I gasp, finding myself being held tightly to her as we all head out, everyone making conversation, seemingly all at once. We switch shoes, and one of them helps me put my high heels back on. We head out, the cool spring breeze aggressively blowing across me. Goosebumps form almost immediately; my nipples stand out distinctly from my breasts, growing harder by the moment.

Saying their goodbyes, I find myself left wth just my new mistress.... and the guy from before, who stood right next to me, calling out who plays next. She smirks as he speaks up first, "Wow, never would I believe you could win... this from a charity event."

Snickering, she stares down at my nakedness, holding me tightly against her, left arm wrapping around my side. I relax, enjoying the closeness, feeling her skin and soft fabrics pressing against me, notably where my ass and intimate folds touch. "I admit, it was a bit of a suprise to me too, but here she is... mine for the taking.

He chuckles back, walking toward us. They kiss, his left hand going behind her head, as they enjoy the intimacy. Meanwhile, his right hand reaches out for me, grasping out, her fingers caressing my breasts, rubbing across them softly.

Once their lips split, he whispers, "Can I assume I can get a chance to play around with your new trophy?"

She all but purrs at that, stealing a glance at me, a sly look plastering her face. I find myself staring back, excited at what may come, as she whispers back, "I'm sure something can be arranged." With a sideways glance, she looks back his way. "Actually, why not now? She's likely to be game; if there would ever be a chance, it would be now, right?

I gasp, seeing their eyes aiming back my way, my nakedness on display before the world, the lot lighting illuminating my every curve keenly before all. My mind racing, I realise they want a response from me, even as I remain bound, gagged and naked before them. Not able to speak, I have to figure quickly how to reply, as the breeze blows across me, while so many eyes stare my way.