“Do it tightly,” I urge, licking my lips.
The mysterious hands fasten straps around my ankles. They’re attached to a bar on the bench that will stop me from moving and keep my legs spread apart.
Soft jazz starts to play in the background. It’s my favorite.
Another pair of hands push the material of my dress above my ass to get a better view. I wiggle my hips a little, knowing they’ll like it.
There are grunts and whispers around me; a slippery hand eagerly reaches to paw my pussy. I respond instantly, just as I have been trained. He doesn’t rub or stroke. He jabs his finger into me a few times before he removes it, and a belt buckle jingles.
A few seconds later, a small dick rudely mashes around my entrance, struggling to find the hole, then rams himself inside. It lasts less than a minute, but I moan all the same. It’s what they want to hear. He should have taken Daddy’s special pills. He won’t impress many girls with stamina like that.
When he pulls out, another man is ready to take his place. This one isn’t interested in fucking me right away. Instead of going straight for the kill, his mask tickles my ass cheeks as he spits onto my pussy. I know straight away who it is. I don’t know his real name, just like I don’t know any of the others, but he’s gentle. He cares about making sure I’m comfortable. I like being fucked any which way, so it makes no difference to me, but making each time sensual gets him off. He’s just another toy for me to play with. A cock to pass the boredom.
My hips jerk when he starts fucking me. His hands grasp my hips, and my body thuds against the bench. An orgasm builds inside me, and I can’t control it as I cry out. My pussy tightening gives him the encouragement he needs as he wails. He sounds like a howling cat when he comes.
I wait for the next one after he pulls out. Usually, there’d be a queue forming, but no one is there to step up. I pout. The new girl can’t be making that much of a splash, can she? Poor Crystal looks like she hasn’t heard of a butt plug before, but appearances can be deceiving. Just look at me.
“Now you’ve had the warm-up; it’s time for your special surprise!” Daddy’s voice booms as something is wheeled toward me. “I have something new to trial tonight. Something many of you may want to buy and take home.”
The audience claps. Daddy once said he was a magician, and I was his magical assistant. This is part of the show. A show I’ve been trained to be part of for years.
“Will you do the honors?” Daddy asks someone else.
Moments later, warm lube slides down my ass crack. It drips down onto my pussy, and hands smear it over my lips until they’re sticky.
“Perfect,” Daddy admires. He spanks my ass, making me yelp. There’s a chorus of snickers as my skin wobbles. “Who wants to see what this machine can do?”
“Let’s wreck her cunt,” someone says.
“I want to see her pussy fucked!”
I ball my hands into fists and brace myself. I’m thankful Daddy can’t see that my eyes are squeezed shut. Daddy doesn’t mean to hurt me. No, he wants me to feel pleasure more than any other girl in the world, so he gives me all these special presents. He does it because he cares.
A whirring noise takes me off guard as icy steel pushes against the backs of my thighs. Whatever the machine is, it’s a similar height to the bench.
“Ready?” Daddy asks the crowd.
A warm silicone dildo slides between my parted lips. It’s bigger than the cock I’ve just taken and stings as it pushes inside me, but the initial discomfort vanishes as it slides deeper. It’s ribbed with patterns, and the whole thing vibrates in different places. A ripple effect at its head spreads further down the shaft like waves.
“Who wants to control the speed?” Daddy asks.
There’s a flurry of enthusiasm and volunteers. There seem to be two modes: one for the speed it fucks me and the other for vibration. Gradually the speed increases and my pussy clenches as it rubs my G-spot, teasing me closer to another orgasm. My knees are trembling, but the cuffs around my ankles keep me in place.
The machine doesn’t slow down. Its vibrations intensify, putting so much pressure on my G-spot that my pussy wants to explode. The dildo starts rotating, driving me even more crazy.
“Do you want more, princess?” someone asks.
“Yes,” I moan. My whole body is shaking. “More, please!”
“Make the bitch beg,” another says.
They all love it, and so do I.
“Please!” I beg as the dildo withdraws with a wet pop. Lube runs down my thighs, leaving my pussy pulsing and hungry. I’d squirt if they kept going. “Please! Don’t stop!”
“The little whore loves it,” one purrs.
“Look at how wet she is.”