The Audience is Watching

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I would love nothing more than to make you cum in front of a room full of people.

Perhaps tied to a chair, legs apart, hands behind your back, the audience sitting comfortably to enjoy the show as I start by unbuttoning your blouse and caressing your sweet young breasts... you're blushing furiously but if you close your eyes you can forget the crowd and just enjoy the sensation of your Master's firm, experienced hands on your young, trembling body.

I pinch and tug at your nipples, making you gasp, and you can hear the audience murmur their approval. I tug a little harder and give your tits a few tiny slaps. "Tell everyone you're my whore," I whisper in your ear. You bite your lip, so I slap your tit a little harder. "SAY it, bitch."

"I'm.... I'm your whore, Master," you stammer quietly.

"LOUDER," I order, my hand on your throat punishingly.

"fuck... I'm your WHORE Master, your fucking WHORE..." You feel like crying, but at that moment you feel my lips on your nipple, so hot and wet and loving and you feel a jolt of electricity shoot right into your cunt and you moan out loud in pleasure instead.

After a few more moments of delicious foreplay I reach my hand down and tug up your little plaid skirt, revealing to all your naked, smooth pussy, already glistening with your wetness. You hear the audience get a little more excited, they're leaning forward in their seats for a better view, and I caress the inside of your thigh, just centimeters away from that aching empty fuckhole.

The crowd can hear your whimper as I give the inside of your thigh a little slap. Then I kneel down and kiss you inside your knees, wet kisses and nibbles up your thighs, and your breasts are heaving as you gasp, knowing what is coming next but unable to control it, to stop it...

To your surprise I stand up instead. You hear my voice. "Fingers, or tongue?' I ask. You're about to answer when the crowd starts calling out and you realize I was asking them, not you. Some are shouting "fingers!" Mostly the men. You hear women's voices shouting "tongue! Tongue that bitch!" But the men are louder and suddenly my hand is between your thighs and my fingertip is on your clit and I am rubbing it in a hot, wet circle, smearing that creamy honey up and down your wet pink slit.

You start to moan and the crowd applauds, cheering me on as I dip a finger deep into that tight fucking hole, making you cry out. I fuck it in and out of you, deep, making a "come here" motion deep inside you that hits you in ways you have never been touched before by anyone except me.

"Do you want to cum, little slut?" I ask you.

"Please.... please..." you sob.

"Please what, little cumwhore?"

"Please make me CUM, Master, god please I fucking need it, please Jesus Christ I need it..."

You are moaning and babbling uncontrollably now as I dip two fingers into you and use my other hand to caress your clit. I'm standing behind you and I tip your chair back slightly so you're leaning into me and I have my arms wrapped around you and I am assaulting your pussy with both hands. The crowd leans in closer, you can feel their excitement, and suddenly, it's too much, you let you a scream and you feel that orgasm rip through you, so fucking good, so hot, your body is shaking, you're humiliated and fucking turned on, you have no idea what you're feeling anymore but you know you want to go on feeling it for ever and ever.

As the crowd applauds I lean you back into my lap and kiss you sweetly, catching your gasps in my mouth. "Such a good girl," I croon, untying you. I lift you up in my arms and hold you close. Together we stand up, your hand in mine, your knees weak, and take a bow.