A Pounding

I obediently follow behind her, as I'm led away from the women and back toward the table of six college males. With my naked body clearly on display, my mind raced to view who may be watching and was pleasantly surprised at the pleasure it brought me. My as swayed side to side, as I moved intentionally to do so. I was brought in front of the college males, who all paused and stared at me, clearly enjoying seeing my naked form.

"Who here expected to be served by such a slut, huh? Look at how much she's enjoying being treated so dirty!", Sheila paused and was rewarded by shouts and hollers from the group. I watched as they reacted, clearly enjoying the sight of my naked body, quite visible as I submitted to being naked before them. After a moment, Sheila pressed me forward, and soon learned me forward at the waist, pressing my upper body upon the table before them. My legs spread apart for her then, and she resumed speaking, "Who here wants to see just how dirty our little slut can be?" And with that, the group cheered wildly, and I moaned softly, though not heard over their cries, as my own body felt pleasure from the idea.

It did not take long before I felt her grab ahold of me by my upper arms, swiftly followed by her pulling her body towards me. I paused, unsure what she was playing at. My body soon felt what she was after, as a phallic object pressed itself upon my ass. It rubbed upon my ass several times, as she spread me wide, and likely put some lotion or something upon me, before pressing it inside. I moaned louder then, awash in pleasure and pain. Every sensation was made all the more palatable from my exposure making me all the more aware of what my body was feeling.

I orgasmed almost initially, and I took a deep breath as I gasped in response to the pleasure. I moaned loudly as she herself upon me, thrusting it deeper into me. She paused again, waiting a moment, before thrusting it deeper and deeper into me. I felt my body being pushed forward each time, pleasure shooting through me with each thrust. I could easily feel her stretch my insides with her toy and every moment of pleasure as she pounded me so. I gasped loudly, my mind overcome with pleasure, all the whille aware of just how exposed I was, and yet my mind was racing from the pleasure. My every thought was on my pleasures, which were heightened from me being so much in the open.

Her right hand started touching my pussy lips then, which were by then quite drenched. I moaned as she rubbed her fingers across my shaved mound, its folds moving easily to her touch, and I moaned even louder at the sensation. I orgasmed again, hard and powerful as she continued her sensual stimulation upon me, and I climaxed as her fingers glided inside of my pussy, her fingers passing casually upon my clit.

I moaned loudly, the sound only augmented from how close my head was to the table, making it seem to echo in my ears. I cried out, pleasure spilling through me hard as she roughly pressed her toy deep. Soon, I felt her body press against mine, and she started regular thrusts of her toy in and out of me. I was quite aware of the college males watching me, along with the attention of who knows how many, though I only found it even more stimulating than it had any right to be so publically taken. I moaned hard as I was being played with, orgasms hitting me regularly. Soon, she moved from a slow, regular pace, to a quicker, faster pace. She pounded me for their entertainment, as her own, and I cried out from the pleasure. I lost track of the time as I was so humiliated, and yet I did not care. My every thought had to pass through the haze of pleasure placed upon it, bringing me to only desire more.

I climaxed then, my body awash in pleasure, which by now had long since taken control of my every thought, my cries of passion loudly declaring the pleasure I felt. She stopped them, swallowing quickly, leaving my mind enveloped in a sea of desire, my only thought was for more. She looked to the group, and said, "Now, would you want me to leave our naughty little slut here with you, or would it be best if I brought her along with me? Hmmm, I wonder ..." She trailed off, clearly teasing them as she spoke.

The college mails, unsurprisingly, started asking, demanding, bargaining, and sometimes downright begging for her to leave me with them. For my part, I found the situation amusing, and I actually chuckled as they spoke aloud conflicting answers to her question. As I waited, her toy still inside of me to some extent, I wondered what choice she would make, my mind's only desire for more pleasure ...