Joe seems taken aback by your boldness, both at stripping in front of him and then somehow tying yourself up in his chair. He continues taking you in for close to a minute, your eyes never leaving his, daring him to do more after your bold opening move. As if you didn't have his attention already, you arch your back again, pretending to writhe in the chair against your restraints.
None of them give, but it's at this point that Joe finally moves closer to you, stepping in between your wide spread legs. He looks you straight in the eyes as he gently grabs the restraint on your right wrist, pulling it, and the feel of the strap tightening against your skin excites you as he fastens it correctly, running his fingers down your bare arm as he does.
"Just making sure this gets done up correctly...wouldn't want you to get hurt if you jerk around too much." Your skin starts to tingle where he brushes against you, and you try to edge yourself closer to his hands, but with visible restraint, he keeps his hands away from your motions, cupping your cheeks.
"So vulnerable...and so damn slutty...is this how you wanted to pay for your piercing?"
Joe leans in close to you, and you feel his breath on your forehead, shivering as he talks to you, the first deviation he's shown from his gentlemanly personality so far. He squeezes your cheeks with one hand as the other hand starts tracing down the side of your body. As he moves it gently behind your ass, starting to squeeze it, he forces several of his fingers inside your mouth, and you gently suck on them, desperate for his contact.
He pulls his wet fingers out of your mouth and starts trailing his wet hand down your chin, neck, making a perfect line of spit down the middle of your body, his hands probing through your cleavage, down your stomach to your belly button, stopping just short of your soaking pussy. It continues its trail on your body to cup your other ass cheek, and he squeezes your bum as he leans in close to you again, his shirt brushing against your tits with another whisper as he pushes his chest against yours briefly.
"Just a tease for a tease."
You want to push yourself into him, to feel your naked body against his clothes, but the restraints keep you in place, and you whimper as his hands move to your legs, and he starts squeezing them as he moves to your ankles, pausing only to tighten the straps. He kneels as he does that, kissing your thighs, licking them as he gets closer to your dripping center, but again he stops short, pushing your legs even further apart. He only stops to push your lips apart and stare straight inside of you (also giving a nice view to some unseen spectators), eventually standing up straight as you start to buck against the bonds.
"Please....touch me....." you beg, whimpering as you try to get your body closer to him, but he dispassionately keeps his distance as he cocks his head towards the window.
"Looks like you're getting an audience, if you want more hands on you..." You look again and see the guys that were looking at you earlier, peering into the small gazebo, lustfully taking in your body as Joe's manipulation of you as he once again places his hands on you, on your shoulder and thighs, slowly teasing near your pleasure centers, circling around but not on your pussy and breasts as he starts kissing and licking your forehead. His lips and teeth feel amazing against your skin, the many wet spots he's leaving making you shiver against the open air. Every one of Joe's touches electrifies you, but he's refusing to let you respond, and your lips never meet his despite your face basically slobbering all over his cheeks.
After a while, he spins your chair slightly so that more of you is exposed to the entrance, and your brief complaint is smothered as he finally crushes his lips against yours as your tongue meets his in a wet duel. At the same time, he mauls your left breast and starts squeezing it, in time with his fingers entering your now leaking cunt. Your eyes close in bliss as your entire body rises in pleasure, your back arching to feel more of him against you as you pull uselessly against the tightly done velcro. He pauses only to smear your juices over more of your body as he moves to your other breast, squeezing a nipple and pulling back to let you suck your own juices off of his hand, before he starts kissing you again, moving both of his hands back to your tits as he grinds his knee against your still dripping cunt, which stains his pants. He squeezes your melons like stress balls, probing them and prodding them like he was kneading dough.
You desperately want more, and you try to pull back from his kiss in short gasps as he lets you. "...take...me..." and to illustrate your point, you grind against his knee as he pulls back, leaving you to do a perverted sort of air humping against him.
His only response is to look at your admirers outside of the gazebo, and back at you. The question is in his eyes, as while there's not much keeping anyone from looking in at your bound and wet body, there's even less keeping more from watching if you invite more in, and Joe moves in closer, his eyes on you the whole time as he turns your body towards the guys outside, squeezing your tit and finger fucking you slowly for your audience.
As slow as he's going, and even as much as you try to push against his fingers, it won't be enough to let you orgasm, and he knows it, and clamps hard on your breast as he speaks.
"Look at them and tell them what you want me to do in order to make you cum..." Your eyes meet your watchers, who can see Joe squeezing your breasts, his hands inside of you. They can hear your moans, and see your clothes. You know that they watched you strip, take off your dress, and then your thong. They know you tied yourself up for a guy you've never met before, and that you spread your legs and teased him with your body.
And now you have to look them in the eyes, and tell them how you want to be taken...by one...or by more...where anyone in the mall could watch you. |