She fails, hard

It was a mixed bag. Nicole still had her black knee socks and school shoes on and now her boy shorts that didn't fit and a see through crop top on in the middle of an outdoor shopping mall. There were cat calls, some gasps and cries of shock as well as some men calling out for more. She never felt a combination of being so embarrassed and aroused at the same time as she did right now. She was virtually exposed out in public and the attention that got her did turn her on. It was as if her doubts after having given head to her coach vanished.

Then there was Sam at her side, recording her every step. Her every move. There was a conscious effort on her end to never look to the camera. She ensured her hair fell around her shoulders to help obscure part of her face as she attempted to head directly to the parking lot as hurriedly as she could. To make matters worse though, other people pulled out their phones and began recording. She did her best to hide her face.

The wetness between her legs soaked the front of her boy shorts completely which in turn revealed everything to everyone. Each step, while a struggle was one step closer to getting to the parking lot. If she could get there, she could win. If she won, she was going to let Sam have it for this, for sure.

However, Sam turned up the intensity with the push of a button and kept his phone up recording each pained step of hers but she pushed through it as best she could. "Nicole, ready for the kill switch?" he asked and laughed as she shot him a glance.

She tried to pay him no heed but she was having issue keeping her pace and the vibrations sent through her body from the vibrator caused her to whimper now and again. Especially when Sam cycled between lower intensity levels and the higher ones. Then there was another issue; she could feel herself building towards an orgasm and it was coming on hard and fast.

Fuuuuck. Not now...

As if on cue, Sam hit a button the controller and that must have been the 'kill switch' he referred to. The **** her clit felt caused her to stutter step and squeeze her legs together. She shrieked as a wave of pleasure hit her. Both of her hands went to her sex to pull at the boy shorts but they were so tight on her she couldn't effectively pull them away. She dropped to her knees and cried out and looked at Sam pleadingly. She didn't care that she had lost, not right now. "Please stop," she whispered but he either didn't care or didn't hear her as his phone locked on her face captured the look in her eyes. The look of defeat was etched on her expression but shame was soon to follow. An orgasm was on it's way and she couldn't stop it.

Suddenly her back arched and she threw her head back as an orgasm ripped through her. It was the hardest she ever came but her hands could do nothing to stop the ****. The pulsing on her clit never ceased. Nicole squeezed her eyes shut as she felt another orgasm tear through her just moments later. She no longer gave a damn she was in public. She no longer cared for the sneers, the whistles and curses. She just gave in to her carnal desire and let herself go. As she resided herself to her fate, she began to squirt. She cried out as her ejaculate released and created a small puddle under her knees.

A moment later, she felt two strong arms hook through her own arms and got her to her feet while her sex endured the **** since she had no alternatives. Another orgasm wracked her body and for a moment she felt herself fade, as if she was about to black out. Yet another was building up and on the way. Nicole never experienced multiple orgasms like this and felt herself grow weak as her entire body shook.