Tonya masturbates for an audience

Tanya stared sternly at Tommy, after the manager had finished explaining what he'd like in lieu of any cash payment for the video.

"I'm not jerking one of you assholes off." Tanya said flatly. Her expression brooked no argument - there were some lines she simply wasn't going to cross today.

"No, no, no!" Tommy said quickly, "You misunderstand!"

Tanya raised an eyebrow, and indicated with a shrug of her shoulders for the man to continue. She was acutely aware that she'd been lucky so far that no-one else had thought to come into the store during the long, drawn out twenty minutes that she'd just suffered through. Her luck was due to run out soon, and impatience and anger were now competing for attention in her mind.

"No. We wouldn't ask you to give us a hand job!" Tommy said, with a low and unappealing whine to his voice. "We are gentleman after all!"

Tanya snorted at that, but otherwise kept silent.

"No." Tommy continued. "What we want..."

He stopped, and looked at several of the others for support in going on. They silently nodded their approval of what they knew he was about to say. In the sharp, unforgiving light from the store's ceiling, the manager had a creepy and leery look in his eyes.

"We want you to masturbate in front of us."

Tanya coughed disbelievingly.

"You what?!" she finally managed.

"We want you to masturbate in front of us!" Tommy repeated. He tried to pull himself up to his full height, but given he was relatively short, he barely came up to the shoulders of Tanya's, and looked like a hobbit in comparison to Mitchell.

Not for the first time today, Tanya's vision began to swim, and the world seemed unstable around her.

Given everything she'd been through so far though, given the merciless spanks she'd been subjected too, and given that still waiting for her was a degrading walk back to the car in this mortifying outfit, Tanya's defences were shot to pieces.

Slowly, and with a distant - almost detached - look in her eyes, Tanya walked back to the chair. Slowly lowering herself down, and wincing visibly as her sensitive bottom hit the unforgiving metal of the fold away chair, Tanya leaned back and sighed deeply.

One hand moved down her front, almost subconsciously, and edged between the frilly pink material of the My Little Ponies panties, and the small tufts of pubic hair surrounding her pussy.

Two fingers began to probe her sensitive crotch, and she looked up in mute resignation as the men in the store formed a half-circle around her chair.

With her red-hair falling haphazardly over her shoulders, Tanya began to press deeper into her pussy, and then began to rub methodically away.

Trying to shut out the audience around her, Tanya channeled her thoughts into the kind of delicious **** she inflict on Mitchell for all of this. Her imagination was firing on all cylinders as she mentally pictured him on all fours naked, bound and humiliated in front of her.

No! she thought. Naked, bound and humiliated in front of her, _and_ all her girlfriends!

She began to rub harder, and her other hand began to move up and play with her crop top. Roughly pushing up the material, she tweaked her left nipple, and a low gasp began to escape her lips. Lost in her own private world, she imagined herself alone on some private, secluded beach, bringing herself ever closer to climax.

She was almost getting into the full swing of things, when she made the cardinal mistake of opening her eyes. Instantly she was brought back to the real world.

She wasn't on some private, secluded beach. She was straddling a chair, one hand down a pair of little girl's panties, another hand exposing and groping her breasts, while a bunch of comic book nerds looked on in amazement.

Another groan erupted from Tanya's lips, and the feeling of bliss she'd momentarily held on to was stripped rudely from her grasp. In it's place, the sense that she was here, debasing herself for these men, letting them see her in her most **** state, flooded back.

Still, she couldn't stop. Didn't want to stop.

As she threw her head around, she could see that at least three of her audience were now noticeable playing with their own bulges. Tanya tried to look away, but her audience surrounded her, and wherever she looked she could see her embarrassment reflected in their eyes.

Worse was to come when she saw the brunette. The look of utter contempt that Tanya was treated too cut right through her.

"Oh fuck!" she groaned, as her fingers pushed deeper and deeper into her now wet pussy. Hitting her g-spot, she rubbed, stroked and teased her hyper-sensitive crotch, unable to stop from climaxing in front of a crowd of strangers.

"This is so humiliating!" Tanya gasped, as she reached the edge of a climax, and squeezed her right nipple hard. The pain from her breast temporarily brought her back, but it was only a temporary delay.

Furiously fingering herself, and with her top practically over her head now - blocking her vision but completely exposing her tits - Tanya could no longer resist her animalistic urges.

With a high-pitched cry, and with her juices squirting out, partly creating a damp spot on the chair, Tanya came to a thunderous climax. Even with her pink unicorn and rainbow crop top stopping her from seeing her audience, she knew exactly what she must look like. Half naked, and wearing a pair of girl's panties that were now completely soaked with her own juices, Tanya collapsed back in the chair.

Her mind was too jumbled with the after-affects of the orgasm to focus on much, but when she did catch a mental image of something, it was of a woman, mercilessly working on her most private of parts, in the middle of a crowd, with the most absurd tiny pink outfit Tanya had ever seen. The woman was a redhead, tall and thin, but with a curvy butt that matched her hair for colour.

As the images danced in and out of reach, Tanya began to piece together who this silly, slutty woman was. The face of the strange woman in the chair came into view one last time, and the woman in her mind's eye looked up at Tanya tiredly.

Except the woman's face was no longer that of some detached stranger. Faced with her own reflection, the real Tanya opened her eyes with a start, and moaned out loud in abject surrender.

Her humiliation was now complete. Her embarrassment final and overwhelming. To wild applause and much hooting and whooping, Tanya just sat there, legs spread open, her perky b-cup breasts pointing out with nipples akin to diamond cutters, and reflecting back on the unimaginable acts that she'd just irreversibly performed.

"Oh shit..." she whispered to herself.