Public Displays

Are you ready?  

The voice in her head was getting louder and she knew it was time to answer.  It was one thing to be naked in front of people, another to open her legs and her body.  The room was filled with people doing their own thing, but it was just a matter of time before people took notice to what was going on and would start to watch.  It's a weird visual frenzy.

She was already bent over the table, taking the paddle.  The strikes hitting her harder, softer, faster slower.  She had melted into them, the burning in her cheeks matched only by the burning in her cunt.  She was used to this, but she was warned.

"Tonight, I'm going to make you come, and everyone is going to watch and applaud."

Applaud??  Surely nobody would applaud.  

Yet she knew, some would.  If he had it his way- there would be applause.

Ok, focus.  She shook the thoughts away and melted back into the scene- hardly having noticed that he was no longer using the paddle, but was now landing swats on her ass and thighs with his bare hands.  Big strong hands, rhythmic and fast- and she winced with the pain, but her soul was happy.

He leaned forward and bit her shoulder, causing her to move her head towards his face.  He nuzzled her slightly, and then pushed his face towards her ear.  "You're a slut, you know that?"

She smiled- hearing those words was what she needed.  She knew it, and was proud of it.  It wasn't offensive, but freeing.  She could enjoy herself, enjoy her body.  Enjoy whatever she consented to here.  This was her sanctuary.

He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her onto the padded table.  She complied and laid on her back, her body exposed to the few who were looking.  She placed her palms face down on the table, feeling the cold leather- looking up at the vaulted ceiling.  Her pulled her legs apart and instructed her to lean up on her elbows.  As she did, she looked around.  A few faces had turned their heads towards the table that was almost center of the room.  She looked down over her own body, seeing the pink marks on her breasts that would later turn shades of purple.  He instructed her to bend her knees and let them fall open.

She took a deep breath and complied.  There were people opposite of her, with a view right into her cunt.  She tried not to think of how wet she probably was, but her heart was pounding.  It was both fear and excitement.  He stood aside her and smiled.  His hands trailing up her thigh and he reached over to the other one with his other hand and then grabbed her inner thighs, pinching them hard.  She cried out- but could not really move away from his hands.

"Right there," he said, moving them up and open a little more, "Keep your legs right there so everyone can see your pretty cunt."

She nodded, and whispered, "Yes Sir."

He reached for her cunt- sliding his fingers up and down, and it was at this moment when she could really feel just how wet she was.  He started slapping her pussy, gently, and then harder- her cries matched his strength.  Harder, and louder.  Faster and louder.  She wanted to lay back down, but was not going to disobey.  She watched every strike connect, fighting to keep her legs open.  He stopped and then grabbed at her labia, squeezing tightly.  The pressure was both good and bad.  She pushed her cunt into his hand.  There was no denying how much she wanted more.  More people were watching now- as she watched his fingers push into her wet cunt.  He pressed inside of her- and started thrusting with one hand, while working her clit with his other hand.

Her breath got fast as he worked her.  He started slow and then got faster, working her into a frenzy and then slowing again.  She moaned, pleading for more.  "Look around," he said, "Everyone wants to see you come."

Her eyes glanced quickly, as pockets of people were starting to build around the room.  She felt no shame, no fear.  Only want.  She wanted to be seen, she wanted to be displayed and fucked and used.  Yes, in front of all these people.  The thought of it caused a rush in her blood.  He fucked her with his fingers again, this time harder- practically punching on her pelvic bone.  That pain mixed with the pleasure of his touch- his fingers burning on her clit.  She was balancing on her feet, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts.  Moaning and grinding.  Close, so close.  She felt it burning through her thighs and into her core.  She felt it overwhelming her skin.  Her breaths got short and faster- whimpering as she got closer.  Please, please- she cried, please oh yes, please- may I?  May I come please?  People were watching, and she didn't care.  Their eyes only made her want more.

He nodded to her and she finally let her head fall back.  Her hips thrust forward and she opened her legs wide and felt her whole body release.  She cried out- maybe it was a moan or just a scream- she could not even hear her own voice now.  Behind her closed eyes she could see only flashes of light.  And pleasure.  So much pleasure her body could not contain it.  She opened her body, her soul, her cunt.  She rode it a few times, wave after wave hitting her as she fucked his hands and milked the pleasure that was demanded of her.

As he finally slowed, her body continued to push against him, slower- taking every last ounce of pleasure she could have.  Locking eyes with people in the room, biting her lip and showing those who stood to watch, just how pleased she now was.  She wanted to touch them all.  She wanted them to all come over and take their turn with her.  Use her, fuck her.  While this would not do, she simply rolled onto all fours, spread her knees open and put her ass in the air, displaying her wet cunt to all who would look.  She turned to look to him, her eyes burning, "More please Sir?  May I have more?"

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