Scintillating Exposure

I gasp, a toothy grin flashing on my face, as I feel hands now softly rubbing along my legs, running up my sides and even one rubbing at my breast. I watch on, finding myself surprisingly taken by the notion of having my body, exposed as it was, being openly grabbed at by them.

I steal a glance over at Tiffany, who smiles back, shrugs before stepping back a pace and snapping a photo of me, naked and bound to the table, while strangers crowd about me, their hands invasively rubbing, grasping and caressing my body. Not even my breasts or intimate folds were off limits, it seems, as I felt fingers prodding into my shaved mound, stretching and caressing my clit and pussy casually as one would dough.

Lying out before them, I let my head fall back as a moan escaped my lips. My eyes flutter shut, and I just catch sight of a middle-aged man standing before me, a hand on my cheek, the other cupping my breast, giving me a squeeze as an orgasm pounded through me. I find myself rather relaxed before them, enjoying the soft, and even not-so-soft, touch of their hands and other body pats upon my exposed skin.

I arch my back arching, my muscles twitching as more people join in on rubbing their hands upon me, their happy chuckles and giggles clear to my ears,. I could also hear the photos being taken, along with somebody slapping my ass hard. I moan aloud, feeling my desire rising higher, enjoying their not-so-tender mercies playing out. I felt my desire rising with it, and then I found myself in for one more suprise; I felt a cock rubbing across my face.

I gasp in suprise, not daring to open my eyes as the crowd cheers, seemingly in unison, as the rock-hard member rubs across my cheek. I hear his chortling over the rest, his cock rubbing across my left cheek casually, teasing and testing me.

I also felt my pussy lips being stretched by several hands, as if possibly preparing me for something. It quickly becomes clear to me how this will escalate, and fast. All the same, as I enjoy their attention, do I let things slide and play along as their submissive plaything? Dare I protest such pleasures?