Yes, I give in ...

I paused, surprised, noting the desire and anticipation in their eyes as they watched me intently. I slowly turned my gaze around and noted everyone around was watching me as intensely and realized they all had the same idea in store for me; that I would give in to the request made and touch myself before them. I was startled at first, my mind racing to understand that. I let out a soft sigh before deciding to take the path of least resistance, not to mention the most pleasure, and do what the crowd desired of me

I was aware of my hands moving slowly, even as my mind was very much aware of what I was about to do, and just how many different eyes were watching my every movement. I brought myself up to a kneeling position and soon managed to bring my left hand up, rubbing along the curves of my breasts, while my right ran slowly along my thigh. I moaned softly, my body shooting pleasure my way, and I noted only some of it was from the act myself.

I rubbed my hand up and down my thigh, slowly moving my way to the shaved recesses of my shaved pussy lips. My legs quaked softly as my fingers found their way to the outer edges of my shaved mound, and I felt an orgasm swiftly spring forth inside me. I moaned once more, as pleasure combined with the public nature of the event turned me on yet further.

My left hand brushed pasted my nipple then, and soon I found myself pinching and pulling at it not-so-softly, even as my pointer finger found its way inside my shaved pussy lips. I moaned again, louder this time, as rubbed one, followed by two, and finally, three fingers just inside my twat, pressing hard against my sensitive skin, even as I gave my nipple a twist.

I started slowly, becoming aware of my initial trepidation went away, and I become aware of how longing and desire were taking its place. It bearly even registered to me then that the mic was now before my lips, as my fingers' slow pace increased in speed. Desire rushed through me then, incised yet further by the public nature of what I was doing.

My fingers drove deeper into my pussy with each motion, pressing forcefully on my folds with each movement, until they were buried down to the palm of my hand inside me. I orgasmed again as my hands erotically stimulated me. I orgasmed again and was vaguely aware of the sounds of the crowd through the two-way mic. At this point, this only turned me on further, as the public nature of the event only made it all the more erotic for me.

I gasped and moaned, my voice growing louder as I pleased myself further before them. Each sensation becomes more powerful than the last, plowing harder into me each time until lust and passion were the only things on my mind. I did not even care what the crowd was calling me; not then at least. My only interest was in not stopping myself. I soon climaxed before them, and I noticed then how wet my shaved mound, hand and thighs had become. This only drove me on further, and somehow I felt his fingers at my lips, and I sucked on them hungrily, licking them as though it was his rock-hard cock, and not his fingers, being presented before me.

My cries of passion by now ragged and wild, I eagerly let his fingers move in and out of my mouth, enjoying the sensation as they rubbed along my tongue. I orgasmed again and again, in rapid succession, my fingers hard at work at my clit, caressing my breasts and thighs with wild abandon. Powerful orgasms rushed through me then, and even the jeers and cries of the crowd only acted to further please me before them. I caught further humour at my expense - some more primate-style acting like before, but now it included calls about what I was doing now, including 'What a whore' and 'Look at that naughty slut go!'

I climaxed again, and eventually, I managed to come down from my high, followed soon after by the event winding down, a quick Q&A session, and soon after he left. Some of the crowd seems more or less content, but even as some left, the numbers stayed the same, as new faces arrived to watch me from the other side of the glass.

Soon I was back at in. Not as energetically as I had been before; at least not at first, but soon I was entertaining them as I had been before. As the crowd started acting like it was approaching night, I found myself wondering what could possibly be coming my way next.

As I thought that, I finished what food was left for me, and soon used the rather public hole placed in the exhibit for me to relieve myself, and found myself getting quite used to doing just about everything naked and in full view of every and any, who happened to pass by.