Well, If Mickey Likes It . ..

I turn my head down and to the left, giving them a coy glance, a smile visible, making them wait for a few seconds before saying "Sure... I mean, I guess if Mickey likes the idea of slapping my ass so much, I suppose I can give in and let him." I hear more than a few people cheer. I casually make my way back to their table, swinging my ass back and forth with each step, placing each foot before and across my line of travel and accentuating my body curves even further. As I walk, I see from the corner of my eye the same camerawomen from before wink at me, as she records my every move, holding the camera steady on me.

I stop before the table, a scant few inches between my waist and the wooden surface. I place my hands on the wooden surface, facing away from me, my palms resting at the edge of the table. Turn my head to the left, making a flirty, naughty if not outright scandalous look at the camera, my hair swirling around making it all the more erotic. I smile her way, before blowing her a kiss before slowly leaning down toward the table, only stopping when I felt the cool chill of the smooth wooden table press against my breasts. My nipples feel it most intimately at all, and I resist the urge to shiver, the coolness shocking me. I let out a quiet, low moan as I feel a chill breath of air across my clit, leaving no doubt at all that goosebumps are forming on my pussy lips.

I continue to smile her way, spreading my legs slowly, moving my high heels further apart without lifting them from the floor. I made another kissing gesture, casually flirting with her and the camera as I moved, my naked body being the center of attention.

I let out a gasp of surprise as I felt my arms being grabbed by my writs, and quickly they are being pulled behind my back, casually turn now to wrest on the small of my back and perpendicular to my spine. I make no effort to resist as I feel my arms being tied up behind me. It does not take him long at all, and I moan as he works. "My, someone likes to play rough with his toys", I say coyly, my smile never leaving my face. I hear a 'bout of laughter, and after a pause, he responds by saying "When my toys are as naughty as you, you can bet I'll play rough." Another bout of ruckus, and dirty laughter is heard once he says that.

My body is now resting quite firmly on the wooden table, and I swiftly feel his hand rubbing against my right ass cheek I keep my glass on the camera, which means he's completely out of view. I can feel his every touch though, as she caressed my ass cheek. I had no time to prepare though, as he pulled his hand up and slapped me hard upon my ass with his palm. I gasped out lust, surprised by the timing of it and the ****, my body shook a bit as it sought to hold itself in place. It is then that I felt his other hand press down on my upper back, holding me in place, while still making my body to be pressed even harder against the wooden table.

After a moment, the two of them pass as if nothing happening. I found it an excruciating pause in the action, almost most unbearably so; I knew he's there but not yet touching my ass. It comes as almost a release than when I feel his hand, rubbing on my right ass cheek once again. I moan in reply, pleasure shooting up through me from the touch. I can feel him moving and playing with my ass, spreading my ass cheeks apart as he rubbed his hand on my right. He slapped my ass again, somehow harder than before, pushing me forward slightly on the table. I feel my nipples slide across the cool surface the most, making me all the more aroused. I moaned again, the crowd paying close attention. Loughs and jeers could be heard, as she continued rubbing her hand on my ass.

He slapped my ass hard, clamping his hand upon my soft ass cheek, making the impact felt all the more. He switched then to my left ass cheek, starting to work for his hand across its sensitive, unslapped cheek. He's starting to work it with the same firmness, the same pressure, and **** he had already brought to bear on my right. As he slapped hard upon it, I felt an orgasm race through me. Soon, he started a rhythm of sorts, slapping my right, then my left ass cheek, rubbing and working in a rough, sensual manner that gave me more than a few orgasms.

As he worked, I became aware of small imperfections in the wood beneath me; places where the coat had been warning down, and I felt them actually on my nipples most of all each time my body was pushed forward with each slap. I didn't have to look to see my ass was becoming a bright cherry red colour, though.

I moaned even louder as the pleasure built up even higher in me. I monad louder than before, enjoying the attention and the arousal of being slapped. My heartbeat faster in my chest, my naked body loving every sensation as Mickey played with me.

Suddenly, someone shouts something and I wonder what it might be.