Bang-Up Job

Making myself move with a slow confidence, I did not entirely feel as I force my shoulders to relax before definitely stating, "Well then, I have no choice but to rock your world, then." I watch him intently, putting as much confidence into each vowel and consonant, watching for every moment he makes. A dirty, naughty expression clouds his face even as I speak those words, giving me reason empihj to consider rethinking my choice, but I press on.

I hear excitement around me, even as my mind is quickly looking for him to declare 'just kidding!', a prank or even being recorded for a TV broadcast. Something. Instead, he simply flashes a smug yet excited stare, aiming back at me. "Alright! I can respect that. Come around here, and I'll give ya a ride."

Moving forward, not rushing, even as with each step I find myself growing oddly even more determined to see this through. Tupping my head to one side, I find myself smirking back at him, each step exaggerated, making my exposed nudity all the more pronounced. As I walk, I ask, suprise creeping into my voice, "You want me to do it... here? Before them?"

His head tips slightly forward, his dirty expression getting all the more nasty, "Well, yea. Duh. Where else did you have in mind?", to which he paused a moment, staring wildly at me, "Besides, they're not going to mind a good peep show to livin there day, will they?"

Everyone there cheers, calling out encouragement, making cat calls, whoof whispers, some even slapping their asses or posing in an erotic fashion. I resist, letting out a sigh as I walk past the barrier, moving behind the counter, and finding my smile growing along their cries.

I move toward him,, placing my hands upon his shoulders as I move to sit on his lap, an excited, smug and increasingly aroused look shining back, knowing what he's going to get, and will be enjoying each moment of it. I gingerly sit down on his lap, the crowd cheering loudly as I move myself across him, my back flexing each time I rub my mound across him, even as I know only his hands stood between him and me.

Moving with more passion now, I still find myself hoping it's a gag, even as I'm enjoying myself. I felt their gazes intently, hearing their excitement, and in a glance, each sight at an unknown number of cameras and photos are already out, and as I look toward the crowd, more are coming out. I glance at him, and he winks back, smirking back at me, staring as I perform upon him, slapping my ass hard with his right hand.

I let out a moan, leaning myself closer to him with the impact on my ass cheeks. Feeling pleasure building in me, I push myself tightly across him, feeling the dampness between my legs all too well. I kiss his cheek, gasping as I feel his left hand holding onto my waist now, his right cupping my breasts as I bounce about.

Feeling my desire rising, I force myself to pause, surprised I'm doing this, part of me still hoping it's a prank or gag of some sort they play on newbies. The thought leaves my mind like a puff of smoke, and my smile grows wide, and I reach down, as the crowd shouts engagement, as I pull his pants and zipper open.

In a flash of motion, his rock-hard member flies out. I gasp at the rush of contact, gasping a;pid as I orgasm easily, my asions all the more notiscable due to how public it is. I move my pussy lips up and down his rod, feeling it pressing tightly on my skin, its length moving across my intimate folds and clit.

My breath already ragged, I cry out loudly, smieking at the crowd as I push myself acoss his member, feeling his lips upon my shoulder, then down my side to my left brest, his tonge finding my nipple, rubbing acoss it as I moan, the sound deep and long. The excitement of the crowd grows, but my focus is on him, moving across, up and down, on his shaft, warming up for the big event that we both know is about to happen.

I orgasm again, harder, as his grip on my waist tightens dramatically just then, sending discomfort and pleasure rushing through me, rousing a desire within me, a lust, and I respond to it without thinking. Moving myself up, I place the tip of his cock on my mound, pausing for the crowd as much as for either of us, before pounding myself upon it.

I cry out, loud and primal, as his cock stretches me out roughly, and I feel it plunging deep into me. Mounding, I orgasm to the pleasures and discomfort it brought with it. I pause, moving myself up to the tip, before diving down once more, driving it even deeper into my willing body. Gasping, my breasts move roughly with each breath, as I orgasm hard once more.

Moving up, I pause, feeling his right hand slapping my ass with even more force and power than before, tightly squeezing onto me as I plummet him deep within me. I felt it harder than before, my body by now insistent on rushing, on taking myself to swiftly pleas him within a moment. I manage to hold off, knowing how much making it last, enjoying every moment, making it as pleasant as it can be for him was all the sweeter.

Trusting myself up and down, I brought his cock plunging deeper with each pass, using myself for his pleasure, even as my own desires enveloped any other thought or desire. Letting him use me, I found myself all the more willing to play the part, crying out loudly, feeling his hands upon my intimate curves and loving it.

Just didn't want to stop, didn't want him to stop me. I heard the excitement of the crowd, cheering and calling out, making my own passions right even faster. Moving slowly, I felt each plummet of my body, each time he;s rock-hard member was driven deeper and deeper into me. His hands tightly holding onto me, his lips on my breasts, as my orgasms grow closer and closer.

My cries are primal, savage and loud. I no longer care for whom may record it, just as long as I please him. I briefly find that humorous, knowing I just met him, and yet wanting nothing but to please him so initially. The thought leaves my mind, as pleasure, and the passion of the moment is all that is left behind. I climax swiftly as I feel his balls bounce against my pussy, and I gasp at the sensation.

Not slowing down for a moment now, I move myself tightly against him, feeling my breasts pressing against his shirt, feeling the button grinding against my nipple. I moan loudly, my mind focusing just on us now, as if we're the only ones that exist, with me rising and falling upon his rod, feeling it being tightly enulghed inside me.

My speed climbs slowly, as my desire to please and satisfy him, and my animal lusts, overpower my instinct to make it last as long as I can. I felt a hand at my throat now, tightening slowly at the sight of my neck, choking me casually. Not known if it's even his, I only cared that my pleasure rose with it.

Moaning lustily as I can, not caring who else may hear and come running, as I'm bouncing upon him livkly now, my breasts bouncing erotically before them, my ass red from being slapped. I felt his hand move from ass cheek to ass cheek, working me over roughly, as I did my best to please him.

My gaze turns upward, feeling my desire rising with my pleasures, pushing me onward to new heights. I hear my cries, primal and ragged, as my orgasm crashes through me with regular rapidity. Rushing like a jackhammer, I felt his thunderous press, each time his cock is driven deep within me.

The crowd is defining, though my mind hardly notices it over the roar of my own instincts, driving me on. Forefully moving still, I climax as his loud explosion explodes deeply into me, expounding its sticky concoction inside my exposed, naked form.

Still moving along his shaft, I felt more of his alty paint being emptied into my folds until I've got each drop, slowing down as my mind races to what I've just done. Before so many. Suddenly embarrassed, I look about, as if uncertain where I am.

My mind reorients swiftly, hearing the cheering of the crowd, seeing them jump for joy, hearing them calling out. Feeling his member, already softening, still inside me, I find myself smiling broadly at the crowd. So out of it, I hardly felt my arms being brought up and bound above my head. I smile back at them, briefly looking at my partner, who I dodn;t know his name, and kiss him on the cheek, smiling broadly.

Only when I try to blow them a kiss did I notice my arms are bound tightly above my head. Surprised, I look up and soon see someone standing behind me, her curves not being hidden at all by her loose-fitting top. I gasp as I'm pulled off him, seeing how he quickly gets himself put back together before standing up.

I see how tall he is, taking the short cord cable connecting my hands together casually in his hands; I felt him stretch me higher, not stopping until I'm standing on the tips of my toes. I felt rather unsteady, but managed to balance myself as he chuckles.

"Not so sure of you now, huh?" he teases, and I try to give him my best, dirty look back but only end up smiling back at him as I giggle maddeningly with everyone else. My legs slowly spread; I keenly felt the hollow he left from pulling himself out of me, feeling the mixture he left behind move and flow slowly, the feeling oddly erotic.

I swallow hard, suddenly drawn back to seeing the crowd, hearing their excitement and voices, to words being voices, to many voices being spoken to pinpoint whatever is being said, though the gist of it all is easy to tell. I briefly look up as he moves more slowly forward and out from behind his desk, leading me slowly, still on tiptoe, before them.

I manage to smile, feeling a wide mix of emotions washing through me, as my mind reels to the thought of 'did I really do that here?' before them.

I look out, finding myself smiling back at them, my mind wondering if I should bow, even as I'm left dtreached out before them. Feeling a mix of arousal, embarrassment, and excitement all at once, I find myself all to keenly aware of how exposed my nakedness is, even as I find myself rather pleasantly enjoying the fact.

He leaves me before the crowd, letting them walk around me, snapping photos of me from every angle, getting close-ups of my most intimate parts, and my face. EVenuallyt there done, and I'm brought to stand there, feeling him casually bind the cord holding my hands up to a large, sturdy beam above me. I wrack about, finding myself rather snugly, head in place, as he leaves me to wait, standing on my toes, my nakedness on open display before everyone, stretching out from floor to ceiling.

I gasp, surprised, "You're just going to leave me here? Hey, I thought you promised to get me back to my apartment?" I ask, even as I feel my leg twitch, as though the members of desire were stirring in me, even now for more. I hear several chuckles and a cat call at that, as I'm the focus of so much amateur photography.

He gives me a hug, and I see the woman walk around, holding her phone up, capturing photos of her own, a smug, happy smile plastering her face. Our eyes briefly meet, and she gives me a wink, and I'd swear I could see a shine shoot from her eye to me.

With a smirk, he nods back, his hand tightly holding onto me, and I smile back, flashing him a toothy grin, my mind rather pleaeenly remembering our shared experience. "Don't worry, naughty vixen of public pleasures, I will do just that. Once I've helped everyone who's waiting here. May take me a bit... you're welcome to hang around till then, of course."

He drops his head downward, giving me a smug, amused expression, before slapping me on the ass and going back behind the counter. I chortle at that, finding myself enjoying his wordplay there, before looking back at the crowd. I do my best to remain nonchalant, even as I'm left to stand on the tips of my toes. I felt myself sobby ore then a few times as I wait, though I caught myself, feeling the stream building in my calves and feet. Each time I move so, I giggle, looking sheepishly at the crowd, feeling my breasts bounce, ass quiver severely, as I'm left naked before them.

I also notice it's hard to tell who's actually waiting to be helped and who's just enjoying the diversion of my nakedness to liven up their day. I do hear him helping others, glancing over my way more than a few times, a smirk spreading on his lips, before turning back to the next patron. Sure, some of them are genuine concerns, though more than a few are about me. Making sure they can photograph me, touch my exposed body or otherwise, if they are allowed to record video of me, as no one would believe it if they didn't get it all down. To which he always seems to have a ready smile, reminding me casually about what was left in me. I felt it softly squelch, but remained focused on my balance, which is not always easy.

After what felt like ages, though likely far less, he was finally done with the work. Smiling broadly to himself, he was over, tightly squeezed me, his hand goosing my ass, "Alright, time to get ya home, my sweet exhibitionist."

I almost say, 'finally', s he removes my bindings from the beam, but instead go with the more polite option, "Alright then... thanks. I'm all yours."

His smile grows at that, and I find myself giggling as he whirls me around in circles, leaving me feeling rather excited, if off balance,m as my arms are still way above my head. I gasp as he sets me back down, finding myself rather happy to finally be standing on my feet... and not just my toes. I giggle back, our lips inches apart. Caught up in it, we kiss, and he smiles back at me, pausing before saying, "That you are. I'll get you back now, never fear."

I let out a gasp, feeling him yank me off my feet, carrying me right out the door. Loughing, he holds me before him casually, not noticing my weight, as he parades my nakedness about. He takes his time, greeting more than a few of my neighbours as he goes along, leaving me exposed as can be,

Still, I smile through it all, enjoying every moment, giggling wildly as he bounces me in his arms. up the stairs, he goes, stopping on the first floor only to let them all get a good look at me, naked and splayed out in his arms, with my arms still bound, hanging uselessly to one side.

Smiling broadly, he soon gets me back to my floor, not even needing to put me down to unlock the door with a casual precision of someone who's done it many times before. He users me in, putting me down and undoing the binds on my wrists. Smiling back at him, I resist the urge bent mt toes or rub at my wrists, as I manage, "Won't you come in...?", I ask, finding myself enjoying his company.

He smiles back, "Can't now, I'm afraid. Still on duty, but I hope to take you up on that later, Bridjet." I find myself nodding at that, even as I notice he already knows my name."

"You seem to have me at a disadvantage... I've never gotten your name, and yet I'm looking forward to our next meeting." I giggled at that, feeling a bit sheepish, even as I felt what we did, open and before so many strangers.

He smiles back, staring down at my exposed curves, turning back to look up at my face before speaking up, "I'm sure you'll get to know it soon enough, love. After all, I know where you live and your flair for exhibition.", to which I burst out once more, despite myself, in laughter. "Well, I should be going, but I'll keep watch, and you know where I am if you want to make another scene. Take care."

I laugh, blowing him a kiss as he leaves, the door closing behind him. I smile back, my mind racing as I stand there, fondly remembering what just happened. I soon hear my roommate stepping out of the lift, and let out a gasp, rushing to the door, before reminding myself how naked I am, and dashing to get something on.

I grasp a black low-cut V-neck top and a pair of short shorts. Moving swiftly, only notice as I get dressed how tightly they hug my curves, and see how the short shorts seem a bit worn, as parts of me stick out erotically through the seams. I blow out a breath, smiling at such quibbles now, and step quickly into a pair of high heels.

Swiftly moving back to the entryway, I smile, calling out, "I'll be right there, even before he speaks up." I hear each footstep loudly, punctuated by my high heels impacting the floor. I briefly hear the key in the clock, turning it as I add, "Don't worry, it's unlocked. Come on in!"

His pet pops up moments later through the once more open door, smiling back at me, "Miss me? He declares, and my smile widens, even as I wonder why he's staying behind the door. Well, in moments, he lets it swing open wide, and I see what, or so I'd presume, are his parents. ": Hope you don't mind... they were rather eager to see the place... and meet the new roommate that came with it. I've told them all about you."

I smile back, feeling my cheeks heat up, as I quilty giggle back, excited and shocked all at once. "Only good things, I hope.", to which they smile back, telling me with their words it is." I let out a gasp, "Where are my manners? Please come in! Come in! Sit down."

They smile back, walking in as casually as if they, and not me, owned the place, already whispering back and forth. Michael takes me by the arm, leading me along as the door hangs open. I give him an inquisitive side eye, though I can't keep up the intensity for long, as my amusement takes hold.

As we head in, I inquire, "Perhaps I should cook while you catch up?", to which he nods, pinching me on the ass, seemingly to aim his hands right where a seam in my short-shorts had started to split out, "Great idea. I can help set up. Not in a hurry to talk with my flks just yet anyway. I make a sound of merriment at that, and we get to it, and I occasionally glance at his parents, happy chatting away.

Before long, I call out, "I figured you're hungry, so I got spaghetti and meatballs, and a salad, for us to eat. ", to which they agree,m making their way to the tablw, and as we dig in, I noice his parents eyes watching me closly, making me wonder what he told them, and what they may have heard. We chat about casual conversation,m before his father, with an amused glance, his father speaks up, finally seeming ready to speak seriously about something "It's great to meet a woman who looks good and can cook. You should keep her... say, have you ever thought of...

As he spoke on, I swallowed hard, and not just to the food I'm eating. Listening closely, I remember how meeting parents can make people nervous, and glance at Michel, who's surprisingly content, smiling even as he listens in.