Why Tiffany, Of Course

I turn my head to one side, and I find Tiffany holding the leach. She smiled back at me, pleasant and alluring. I managed a smile back, though not sure how visible it was, given the ballgag. Moments later I felt Chris grasping around from behind, his hands cupping my breasts, and I found myself moaning softly. I cried out in surprise and pleasure as he squeezed my breasts. I heard her giggle as he whispered into my ear, "Don't worry, my naughty vixen, we couldn't possibly forget about you."

I felt him kissing my neck then, my head turning to one side, to give him more room as I moaned softly in pleasure. Despite myself, my eyes flutter shut as pleasure and desire roll through me. I orgasmed moments later, I heard Tiffany laughing, "I knew you were a naughty one, but you must really love being our sub, don't you?", and she paused, before extending her right hand out, rubbing her hand on my cheek, before rubbing a hand down my arm. "Why else would you wait so patiently for us, if not to experience such pleasures?"

I felt his right hand move down then, casually reaching between my legs and rubbing across my shaved mound. I gasped, feeling pleasure exploding through my being, my back arching suddenly as I orgasmed openly before them. My pleasure rose higher as several fingers found their way inside my pussy, rubbing roughly across my clit. Tiffany ruefully clicked her tongue, her smile sifting to smug satisfaction, clearly enjoying her dominance over me. I moaned, as loud as I could, as I orgasmed again before them, and felt him pinch my left nipple between his tump and forefinger, even as he continued to kiss my neck and shoulder.

I felt my knees growing weak and even needed some support from Chris just to stay upright as he groped me for their pleasure. I orgasmed swiftly once more, my pussy growing ever damper by the second. "I have a feeling some of our neighbours would like to meet our naughty nympho neighbour, and maybe even, see how much she appreciates such pleasures, hmm?

With that, I found myself being pulled down the road, back in the direction we had been headed. I moaned softly through the ballgag, my arms taunt against their bounds, as pleasure rushed through me. As we resumed the trip, I still felt the weakness in my knees and saw the crowd once more, many of whom showed renewed interest in me, as my mind seemed too distracted by pleasures to care about any of that now ...