She Goes Further

Suddenly, Sophie felt someone grab her by the shoulder and hoist her upwards. It was rough, and her legs struggled to support her in the moments after her climax. Someone was behind her, their body pressed against her own. She could feel their hard cock against her naked skin. The voice came then, belonging to the man who she had jerked off before.

"You like this, do you?" He said. "In that case, why don't we go a step further?"

Sophie could have resisted. She could have broken free. According to the rules of the world she had built, she didn't have to do anything more. She had been punished. But she wanted to continue. The man's voice awoke something inside of her, a damp warmth that spread through her body and caught in her breath. He hauled her forwards, pressing her through the crowd of people. Her heart was hammering in her chest. Most of them moved out of the way, clearing the space in front of her, but their eyes were on her. Their gaze lingered on her chest or between her legs. Some of them didn't move very quickly either. Their hands brushed her body, raising goosebumps across her skin with their rough caress. They stroked her thighs, trailed their fingers over her breasts. She moaned in the back of her throat, but it only served to turn her on even more. The man was marching her forward now, away from the broken aisle. Towards the front of the shop.

She didn't know why he was going there. All the customers were already watching, there was no one else to find. But then, in a moment, it clicked for her and she felt a bolt of lightning tear through her body. Sophie swallowed, but it was too late now, even if she had wanted to resist. Her flung her forward, pressing her body into the shop window. The display that was already there rattled to the ground, making a horrible crash that was loud enough that people on the street turned to see.

What they saw was a naked woman pressed up against the glass. The coldness of it seeped into her skin, her breasts were smushed against the hard surface, her legs were splayed. She couldn't even turn her face to avoid being recognised.

Holy shit. Holy shit, what was going on now? Was she really about to do this? She had just cum, so why did she feel so needy again? But this feeling, it was so strong. It pounded through her, beat through her body like a pulse.

"We can stop now if you want," The customer said. His mouth was right next to her ear, tickling her delicate skin with his speech. "You've more than paid any debt. But I'm betting that you don't want to stop. I'm betting you want to go all the way."

He slapped her ass, the sudden stinging feeling made her gasp as pain exploded through her behind. She moaned, and heard him chuckle again.

"The whole shop is watching you now," He said. "They're seeing you naked and dripping. Dripping, I said! Look how aroused you are! Look how much you want to go further!"

His fingers prodded her pussy, touching her lower lips and pressing them aside. Sophie had had boyfriends, but she'd been between them for a while. Being touched down there by someone else was a welcome sensation. His fingers curled inside of her, pressing against her outer walls, forcing her open. Her pussy was being spread, being spread so that everyone could see. Not just the people inside the shop either. People on the street were stopping and turning. They were staring. There were more phones. Some people were quickly hurrying away, but more were staying. Watching.

Why did that thought make her feel so hot? Why did it only encourage her?

Sophie felt something else press into her womanhood. Something hard and warm. Her legs froze as she realised it was the tip of the man's cock. It hadn't entered her, but was pressed right up against her entrance. Her lower lips were splayed by his fingers. His other arm was forcing her against the window so she couldn't turn.

"If you want it to stop, you just have to say," The man told her. "But if you want to go further, you're going to have to make me believe it without words. That shouldn't be hard for a clever girl like you."

Sophie nodded. Her throat was dry and she was biting her lower lip again. Inside of her chest, her heart thundered, booming through her mind and body. The tip of his cock was pressed against her, not quite inside of her but close enough to tease. Her clit was burning, her nipples ached with desire. She swallowed, knowing that she had come so far now, she could not bear to turn again.

She started to move her hips, moving back and **** slightly, grinding her womanhood against the tip of his cock. He made a sound of satisfaction, though whether it was pleasure at her motion or because she wanted to do more, she would never know. Sophie felt spiking desire pulsing through her, drawing her deeper into itself with every moment that passed. She was being watched by all sides, but that just made her more excited. She ground herself against his cock, teasing both herself and the man. Each time they touched, she ached for it to go deeper. Her pussy was growing wetter again, desire thundered through her. Her legs were shaking, she had never felt so intense in all of her life.

It was like a dance, Sophie thought dreamily. Her hips swayed back and forth, pressing the tip of his member into her body. Her labia parted, just a bit. Her clitoris sparked with life and want. It was like a dance and they all knew the moves to it. She was teasing him, teasing herself. Letting everyone else drink it in and see. The point wasn't to be fucked, or at least. not fully to be fucked. It was to be witnessed. The contact they made was brief, never enough for true penetration, but it became more and more frequent. Her legs bucked and rocked, her thighs pumped, dragging her womanhood across the tip of his cock. Before long, he could take it no more. His hand closed around her shoulder, and during their next moment of contact he started to move as well. He drove upwards, penetrating her, making her body cry out in pleasure at the feeling of his shaft moving into her. The speed and friction made her toes curl. She moaned, and he started to thrust. She was pressed against the window by the **** of it, her body put on display for anyone to see.

Sophie's hips bucked and swayed, she gasped and moaned. Her voice grew louder and louder as they went on. The feeling surged through her, spiking like a flame with each thrust of his cock. He was riding up inside of her. Her body shook and trembled, his touch sent waves of ecstasy crashing through her core. Made her cry out again and again.

Each time he thrust into her, she was pressing against the glass, her breasts crushed against the barrier. Her nipples were cold, her hands splayed out for support. The side of her face was stuck to the window. Her body was shaking, her hips moving in synchronisation, moving back and forth with each stroke and each thrust. The man was grunting too, he was moving faster and faster now, an animal need seemed to have overcome him. Overcome them both.

Sophie's pleasure was raising now. Each thrust was a new wave which crashed against the trembling fortifications of her body. Words were tumbling from her mouth, but they weren't true sentences. Just repeated moans interspersed with ''ohgodohgodohgod''. She had never felt this alive before, the idea of being watched in this most private moment made her womanhood blaze. His cock was inside of her, her pussy closed around it, hugging it to itself. Tightness between her legs warned of the climax before it hit, but that only made her embrace it. She grasped for it eagerly, and at the same time he did the same for himself. She heard him gasp and then felt the sticky warmth of his seed as it spilled forth inside of her. Sophie groaned, her own climax hitting her hard. Harder than the last time, even. Her legs collapsed under her and she sunk to the floor, his white seed spilled forth from her pussy, and everyone was watching as it did.

The guy - she didn't even know his name - walked over to where his pants were lying and did them up. Sophie was still sitting on the ground, her legs were spread, and her chest was raising and falling as she caught her breath.

"That was pretty good," he said to her. "Why don't we try again some other time?"

And then he just turned and left. At some point, Sophie managed to pick herself up, stumbling into the back room of the store to try and get herself into some pretence of order. As the door closed behind her, Sophie leaned against it. She was panting and her body was shaking. Her head still spun, but she had a grin on her face.

That was everything I'd hoped and more.