An interruption and an orgasm

"Hey, uh, damn I forgot your name. You done in there?" Bobby called out at the door, and the door opened, showing him and a Earl with a camera.

"Holy shit!" Bobby cried, and Earl nearly dropped the camera. "Guys! She's fisting herself!"

Instantly the door was jammed with men, and Bobby and Earl were pushed all the way in, Earl immediately crouching before her to zoom in on her embedded fists.

"That is so incredibly hot," Earl said. Rachel stared at them, then at Earl, not knowing what to do, embarrassed and confused and, she belatedly realized, turned on.

"Keep going," Bobby ordered, and like she was his puppet Rachel continued. The fist in her ass mostly just wiggled in and out an inch from the awkwardness, but she could get into her cunt up to her wrist, and hunched to try and get more.

As the guys let out exclamations of surprise, each saying how hot it was, how sexy she looked, how amazing it was, she felt her aches turning into arousal, and the feeling of shock that had propelled her previously gave way to the urge to feel more, to put on a show, to make herself cum and maybe them as well.

Earl filmed ecstatically at her her groin while Bobby gestured to be given the other camera, taking a longer, full-body recording.

Rachel moaned and groaned while her holes made sucking wet sounds as the pleasure intensified more and more.

With one camera trained on her blissful face and the other recording the sloppy fisting of her cum-drooling holes Rachel came with a series of short hard jerks, moaning and squealing and nearly falling before Bobby's hand steadied her.

"Damn," Bobby said, echoed by nearly everyone.

Rachel shivered in after-effects and shame.

While she slithered her hands out Earl handed the camera to Bobby, who looked at him quizzically. Earl smirked, showed him the now shortened strap that had once been long enough to reach from her collar to the top of her dress. Now it was simply two pairs of alligator clips facing in different directions.

As Bobby and the cameras watched Earl attached the wide-spread clips to the garters that were a couple inches below her dress, then attached the others to the dress hem along the front of her thighs. He repeated the process quickly on the other side, Rachel never noticing his actions and Bobby not comprehending why they would be of interest.

At long last Rachel lowered her legs, hiding the view of her open pussy lips from their avid gazes. She raised her hands to brush back her hair, only then noticing they were slick with fluids.

"Why don't you clean them with your tongue?" Darryl suggested.

Rachel looked nervously at the men, wanting the whole ordeal to be over, but with them staring wolfishly at her she lifted them to her mouth and licked the hands and sucked each finger. She felt torn between pride at the resurgant bulges in their pants and worried that she'd spark another round of fucking.

Bobby, though, blocked anyone from moving towards her, another thought in his mind as his eyes alternated from her hands to whatever Earl's idea had been with the clips.