As he withdrew his hands after examining a poster, the back of his left hand grazed tight against the side of my right breast. By the feel of it and the lack of any apology on his behalf, I knew for sure that it was intentional. And before I could gather my thoughts, he did it again. As he extended his left hand to hold another poster, he made sure that it rubbed the side of my right breast. This time his motion was slower, the rubbing taking for a longer duration. Then as he examined the poster by bringing it closer, his hand stayed put against my breast. Not expecting such a thing, I was just staring in front. The back of his left hand was firmly lodged in place, exerting a tight push against the softness of my right breast. He moved his hand in a to and fro motion, as if he was examining the poster carefully, making my breast to move in the same manner. He was actually fondling my breast with the back of his hand! He then returned the poster and moved to the other side, on my left. Repeating the same tactic, he now fondled my left breast with the back of his right hand as I remained frozen to the spot. The feel of a stranger's hands on my breasts was having its effect on me. I felt myself flush with excitement. Feigning ignorance, I continued browsing through more posters, anticipating his next move.
There was an announcement on the public address system, "There is going to be a flash mob performance in the central park in five minutes." Out of nowhere I felt a pull at my elbow, "Let us go." The man had pulled me up from my kneeling position and was taking me towards the central park. "Wait...wh..at...ttt?" I squeaked after we had taken a couple of steps, trying to stop walking. But his firm and persistent pull made sure that I continued to stumble forwards. He did not reply nor did he make any effort in explaining his action. Before I realized it, I was actually walking in front of him and he was pushing me. But his action was such that to anyone observing us, it would have seemed like he was my husband, and we trying to make our way through the heavy market rush. Within a minute we were at the central garden. He was still firmly gripping my arm. I had initially grown apprehensive, what were his intentions, was he going to fuck me? But we were in the middle of the busiest market of the city; there were too many people around for that sort of thing to happen. Slyly, I had let him guide me. A part of me wanted to know what he was up to, another part hoped that it better be good.
The park was already full to its capacity, with a central clearing where the mob would perform. He guided me towards the boundary of the central park where there was a raised platform for people standing in the distance to observe the centre. There were already many people on the platform, but still he pushed me, asking me to climb. "Wh...y?" I looked at him. It was the first clear look I had of his face. Fair but unshaven, he looked like a well off person, and my guess was that he would be in his early twenties. "Just climb up," he snarled into my ear, pushing me towards the platform with his hand against my ass. Another young man, who was already on the platform extended his hand to help me climb. I felt the first man cup my ass cheek tightly as I was pulled and pushed onto the platform. Before I could get my bearings I was surrounded by four men. The man who had brought me all the way was standing behind me. Then there were two men on either side and the one who had pulled me up was in front of me. They were all of the same age group and looked educated; they were not like the low-class vendors.
"What is this nonsense?" I finally managed to speak. "What?" said the one on my right. "Why have you brought me here?" "To enjoy your slutiness, you bitch," snarled the one behind me, slapping my ass cheek. I was shocked. The feeling of apprehension was fast growing back on me. I looked around to see my surroundings. We were on a platform that was at the extreme edge of the park with a wall right behind us. It was completely filled with men. "I'll shout for help, you can't do anything here in all this rush," I said with all courage I could muster. "When you can enjoy in this rush, why can't we?" asked the one behind me. The others laughed. "Wh..at? What do you mean?" "I saw you at the book-wallah," he said, "you were putting on quite a show there, weren't you bitch?"
The others were still laughing. I mumbled for words. He continued, "Exposing yourself to low-class men, that's what turns you on, right?" His hand poked through the gap between my right hand and my body to reach my right breast, which he cupped hardly, this time with his palm. "Ouch!" I groaned in pain and confusion. "Listen bitch, we see high-class whores like you here all the time," he said, mauling my breast with a constant kneading motion. "We just want to have some fun too!"
"Here? How?" I heard myself asking, intrigued by a sense of helplessness and of being referred to as a bitch and a whore! "You'll suck our dicks here!" Before I could say or understand anything, I felt his hands travel to my shoulders and push me down. I was now kneeling down in between the four men. I did not know whether to shout for help, attract attention of others or just sit there. I looked up and all I could see were the four men who were completely surrounding me, blocking any view to and from outside. My dilemma was soon solved as the guy standing in front of me turned around to face me. I was kneeling such that my eyes were at level with his groin. Then he took out his penis from within in pants in a matter of seconds but it was as if I saw it happen in slow motion. My eyes were fixated on his groin as he reached down to unzip his trousers, that sound of his zipper going down made me salivate as one would on seeing delicious food. Then with on flicking motion of his right hand, he took out his penis, which was semi-erect, forcing him to manoeuvre his hand and pelvis to get it out completely. It was black and average-sized. I could see the tips of his pubic hair jutting out from the edges of his zipper.
So, before I could fathom my situation, a stranger's semi-erect penis was dangling in front of my face, its slightly wet precum coated tip brushing my lower lip! "Open your mouth and start...oohhh..." the owner of the penis was saying as I opened my mouth and flicked my tongue over the tip. "Yes, that's right bitch!"
I got down to work. I ran my tongue all over his shaft, licked his balls and kissed the tip...as fast as my saliva-dripping mouth would allow. I took his penis inside my mouth, as much as I could manage, while at the same time rolling my tongue on its under surface. My hands reached over to his balls which I massaged softly. The warmth of his growing penis was giving rise to a weird feeling of warmth throughout my body, which was converging between my legs. "This bitch sucks good!" "Finish fast, we want her too!"
I was listening to these comments as if I was far far away, my mind concentrating only on the task at hand, or rather mouth. I could tell that his penis had grown fully and that he was about to orgasm. "Oh yes...oh yes...suck it good!" he said as I continued with my to and fro rhythmic motion. I felt the tip of his penis grow at the back of my mouth and his hands gripped my hair, increasing the frequency of my head's motion. Then in a moment of pure ecstasy, I felt hotness at the back of my throat. It was as if the tip of his penis had exploded inside my mouth. He ejaculated his hot semen into my mouth and held my head so tightly that I couldn't withdraw from his ejaculatory onslaught.
I gagged at the enormity of his ejaculate, almost choking as I swallowed it in its entirety, his firm persistent grip on my hair making it impossible for me to spit it out. In the process, I milked out more and more of semen from his satisfied penis. He gave one final tug at my hair as I felt his now limping penis convulse for the last time inside my mouth. His breaths were laborious as he withdrew his saliva-coated penis from inside my semen-covered mouth. "That's how good bitches suck a dick," he said as he slapped his penis on my cheeks a couple of times, almost as if he was patting my back in appreciation. I looked up and saw deep sense of satisfaction etched all over his face. I am sure that as he looked down at me he could have seen slutiness etched all over mine.
But, there was no time for procrastination as the second guy, the one standing on my right, unzipped his trousers and directed my face towards his fully erect penis. Kneeling down in between these four men and surrounded by a crowd at a public park in the middle of busiest market of the city, I, a married woman and mother of two children, gave a blowjob to four strangers, sucking at their penises passionately as if my life depended on it and then swallowing their semen in entirety.
Sometime in the course of the second blowjob, I felt that weird feeling of warmth concentrating between my legs. My vagina was secreting copious amounts of womanly juices which was now spread all over my vulval lips and my inner thighs. It was almost as if my clitoris and vulva were on fire, the feeling of pleasure causing heat to radiate from them. As if automatically my right hand reached down to between my legs, to rub my womanhood over my clothes in an attempt to seek the ultimate pleasure.
"Bitch get your hands back on my balls," I heard the voice of the man whose penis I had in my mouth. I felt one of the other guys grab my hand and remove it from over my groin, taking it to service his own penis, rubbing it on his erect penis over his trousers. "Plea...please...let me...orgasm...too..." I pleaded in between blows to the back of my throat. One of the guys laughed. The others sniggered. "Look at this bitch begging for pleasure!"
"Will anyone believe that she is a married woman?" "Ple...please!" I repeated.
There was an announcement on the public address system, "There is going to be a flash mob performance in the central park in five minutes." Out of nowhere I felt a pull at my elbow, "Let us go." The man had pulled me up from my kneeling position and was taking me towards the central park. "Wait...wh..at...ttt?" I squeaked after we had taken a couple of steps, trying to stop walking. But his firm and persistent pull made sure that I continued to stumble forwards. He did not reply nor did he make any effort in explaining his action. Before I realized it, I was actually walking in front of him and he was pushing me. But his action was such that to anyone observing us, it would have seemed like he was my husband, and we trying to make our way through the heavy market rush. Within a minute we were at the central garden. He was still firmly gripping my arm. I had initially grown apprehensive, what were his intentions, was he going to fuck me? But we were in the middle of the busiest market of the city; there were too many people around for that sort of thing to happen. Slyly, I had let him guide me. A part of me wanted to know what he was up to, another part hoped that it better be good.
The park was already full to its capacity, with a central clearing where the mob would perform. He guided me towards the boundary of the central park where there was a raised platform for people standing in the distance to observe the centre. There were already many people on the platform, but still he pushed me, asking me to climb. "Wh...y?" I looked at him. It was the first clear look I had of his face. Fair but unshaven, he looked like a well off person, and my guess was that he would be in his early twenties. "Just climb up," he snarled into my ear, pushing me towards the platform with his hand against my ass. Another young man, who was already on the platform extended his hand to help me climb. I felt the first man cup my ass cheek tightly as I was pulled and pushed onto the platform. Before I could get my bearings I was surrounded by four men. The man who had brought me all the way was standing behind me. Then there were two men on either side and the one who had pulled me up was in front of me. They were all of the same age group and looked educated; they were not like the low-class vendors.
"What is this nonsense?" I finally managed to speak. "What?" said the one on my right. "Why have you brought me here?" "To enjoy your slutiness, you bitch," snarled the one behind me, slapping my ass cheek. I was shocked. The feeling of apprehension was fast growing back on me. I looked around to see my surroundings. We were on a platform that was at the extreme edge of the park with a wall right behind us. It was completely filled with men. "I'll shout for help, you can't do anything here in all this rush," I said with all courage I could muster. "When you can enjoy in this rush, why can't we?" asked the one behind me. The others laughed. "Wh..at? What do you mean?" "I saw you at the book-wallah," he said, "you were putting on quite a show there, weren't you bitch?"
The others were still laughing. I mumbled for words. He continued, "Exposing yourself to low-class men, that's what turns you on, right?" His hand poked through the gap between my right hand and my body to reach my right breast, which he cupped hardly, this time with his palm. "Ouch!" I groaned in pain and confusion. "Listen bitch, we see high-class whores like you here all the time," he said, mauling my breast with a constant kneading motion. "We just want to have some fun too!"
"Here? How?" I heard myself asking, intrigued by a sense of helplessness and of being referred to as a bitch and a whore! "You'll suck our dicks here!" Before I could say or understand anything, I felt his hands travel to my shoulders and push me down. I was now kneeling down in between the four men. I did not know whether to shout for help, attract attention of others or just sit there. I looked up and all I could see were the four men who were completely surrounding me, blocking any view to and from outside. My dilemma was soon solved as the guy standing in front of me turned around to face me. I was kneeling such that my eyes were at level with his groin. Then he took out his penis from within in pants in a matter of seconds but it was as if I saw it happen in slow motion. My eyes were fixated on his groin as he reached down to unzip his trousers, that sound of his zipper going down made me salivate as one would on seeing delicious food. Then with on flicking motion of his right hand, he took out his penis, which was semi-erect, forcing him to manoeuvre his hand and pelvis to get it out completely. It was black and average-sized. I could see the tips of his pubic hair jutting out from the edges of his zipper.
So, before I could fathom my situation, a stranger's semi-erect penis was dangling in front of my face, its slightly wet precum coated tip brushing my lower lip! "Open your mouth and start...oohhh..." the owner of the penis was saying as I opened my mouth and flicked my tongue over the tip. "Yes, that's right bitch!"
I got down to work. I ran my tongue all over his shaft, licked his balls and kissed the tip...as fast as my saliva-dripping mouth would allow. I took his penis inside my mouth, as much as I could manage, while at the same time rolling my tongue on its under surface. My hands reached over to his balls which I massaged softly. The warmth of his growing penis was giving rise to a weird feeling of warmth throughout my body, which was converging between my legs. "This bitch sucks good!" "Finish fast, we want her too!"
I was listening to these comments as if I was far far away, my mind concentrating only on the task at hand, or rather mouth. I could tell that his penis had grown fully and that he was about to orgasm. "Oh yes...oh yes...suck it good!" he said as I continued with my to and fro rhythmic motion. I felt the tip of his penis grow at the back of my mouth and his hands gripped my hair, increasing the frequency of my head's motion. Then in a moment of pure ecstasy, I felt hotness at the back of my throat. It was as if the tip of his penis had exploded inside my mouth. He ejaculated his hot semen into my mouth and held my head so tightly that I couldn't withdraw from his ejaculatory onslaught.
I gagged at the enormity of his ejaculate, almost choking as I swallowed it in its entirety, his firm persistent grip on my hair making it impossible for me to spit it out. In the process, I milked out more and more of semen from his satisfied penis. He gave one final tug at my hair as I felt his now limping penis convulse for the last time inside my mouth. His breaths were laborious as he withdrew his saliva-coated penis from inside my semen-covered mouth. "That's how good bitches suck a dick," he said as he slapped his penis on my cheeks a couple of times, almost as if he was patting my back in appreciation. I looked up and saw deep sense of satisfaction etched all over his face. I am sure that as he looked down at me he could have seen slutiness etched all over mine.
But, there was no time for procrastination as the second guy, the one standing on my right, unzipped his trousers and directed my face towards his fully erect penis. Kneeling down in between these four men and surrounded by a crowd at a public park in the middle of busiest market of the city, I, a married woman and mother of two children, gave a blowjob to four strangers, sucking at their penises passionately as if my life depended on it and then swallowing their semen in entirety.
Sometime in the course of the second blowjob, I felt that weird feeling of warmth concentrating between my legs. My vagina was secreting copious amounts of womanly juices which was now spread all over my vulval lips and my inner thighs. It was almost as if my clitoris and vulva were on fire, the feeling of pleasure causing heat to radiate from them. As if automatically my right hand reached down to between my legs, to rub my womanhood over my clothes in an attempt to seek the ultimate pleasure.
"Bitch get your hands back on my balls," I heard the voice of the man whose penis I had in my mouth. I felt one of the other guys grab my hand and remove it from over my groin, taking it to service his own penis, rubbing it on his erect penis over his trousers. "Plea...please...let me...orgasm...too..." I pleaded in between blows to the back of my throat. One of the guys laughed. The others sniggered. "Look at this bitch begging for pleasure!"
"Will anyone believe that she is a married woman?" "Ple...please!" I repeated.