You have to masturbate in front of the guys

You look inquiringly at Patrick, not daring to speak. He holds your gaze until you lower your eyes, and then he addresses the crowd.

"Boys, do you remember my promise?"

"Yes sir," Arnold says. "You promised us a lesson in female..."

"Masturbation," supplies Simon quietly.

"Very good," Patrick says. "I'm glad somebody is listening. Well now, our little whore is going to give you that lesson I promised. By masturbating in front of you, she'll prove her womanhood and earn her position back in our group."

Your heart is thumping wildly. Last time you refused to perform before these raunchy teens, they tied you up and came all over you. Your mind vividly recalls Patrick smearing large globs of semen over your entire face.

You know you can't oppose him; there's only one way out of this situation. So you close your eyes, grit your teeth, and spread your legs.

"Woo! The bitch is gonna cum for us!" Lawrence shouts. Carlos and Miguel look on with avid interest, as do, of course, the other boys. A deep red blush colors your cheeks and reddens your neck as your fingers snake their way to your lap.

"Lean back," Patrick demands. You do your best to comply, knowing that he wants you to show off to the boys.

You rub your pussy, slowly as Patrick narrates. "You see boys? First, she has to stimulate herself slowly. She imagines having sex with her husband however he wants, drawing her own pleasure from his."

You try to ignore Patrick's nonsense, noticing with shock that your wetness comes much faster than usual. Something about these many eyes glued to your body sends rivulets of juices flowing down your thighs. You rub your clit from side to side, thrusting your fingers deep inside your pussy and then attacking your clit again.

"You'll notice, boys, that the more distractions she has, the longer it will take for her to orgasm."

What the fuck is he talking about? you wonder, your pace slowing.

"Would you like to try it?"

Suddenly, you feel a hand on your breast. Your eyes, previously closed, pop open, and you see Thomas grinning as he grips your tit. You stop rubbing yourself.

"Keep going, slut," Patrick orders harshly. You resume rubbing yourself but are interrupted as Alex sneaks up behind you and tickles your sides. "Again," Patrick commands. But the boys keep bothering you, poking and prodding and grabbing and groping. Their hands are all over you, and you spend what feels like hours thrusting your fingers inside your pussy while being gleefully manhandled all around.

But nature finally, finally takes its course. Though several pairs of hands are clawing over your skin, you finally bring yourself close to climax. Your breathing goes deep, your skin turns pink, you arch your back and...