Chapter 81

After an intense silence, Sam finally said, “I can’t but notice that all those people are looking at you. You need to go to every table and ask them if they want to play with your body. In fact, you know what I want you to say to them: ‘Hi, my Mistress is wondering if you maybe would like to play with my body. If so, you can do whatever you want with me!’”

Hearing her say this and thinking about it made my body slightly tremble from the adrenaline rush. The idea of going to all those people and asking them if they wanted to touch me made me nervous. Just the thought that I would let them touch me in such a public place felt not normal.

I wasn’t sure if I could do this, but the thought of not doing it gave me a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I looked at Brenda and hoped she would stop this, but I saw her smiling instead. She agreed with Sam, and I even think she was eager to see me do it.

I felt trepidatious, but at the same time, I knew I needed to do it. I have to say, this was one of those times that I felt conflicted about it. I knew I didn’t want to do this, but at the same time, somewhere deep inside my mind, something was pushing me and telling me to get up and do what Sam asked of me. I felt sick whenever I tried to say I wouldn’t do it. Eventually, that little voice in the back of my mind won. Sam wanted me to do this, so I would do it. At least this wasn’t something that would harm anyone. It would be uncomfortable for me but maybe even somewhat pleasurable. I would surely give joy to all those people when they could have fun with me.

All of this went through my mind in only a couple of seconds. Eventually, I looked at Sam and said, “Thank you, Mistress! I will gladly go to all those people and offer myself to them.”

Did I just say this?! Where did those words come from? I wondered.

By the look on Sam’s face, I knew that she hadn’t expected me to go along with this. It was fun to see how her jaw dropped in surprise. Nevertheless, she quickly recovered and said, “Okay, then go ahead ... and ... what did you need to tell them?”

“I have to say, ‘Hi, my Mistress told me to come to you and ask if you maybe want to play with me. If so, you’re allowed to do anything you want with me!’”

Sam giggled and said, “Close enough!” She motioned towards the people and said, “Go have fun!”

“Thank you, Mistress,” I responded and started to walk to the table next to ours.

I could hear Sam say to Brenda, “She’s really going to do this! How cool is that?!”

“Told you! She does everything you want from her!” Brenda responded.

While walking towards the first table, I could feel my heartbeat inside my chest. I felt very nervous when I looked at the people sitting there, but at the same time, I was also excited because I was going to do what Sam demanded of me. In some way, I felt content by complying.

When I got closer to them, my mind started to ask questions. I wondered how these people would react to something like this. Would they be mad at me for asking them this? Or would they accept my offer and start touching me, or maybe even do something else with me?

The couple sitting at the first table looked lovely. They had to be around thirty years old and dressed modern but stylishly—something many people wear today. I could see that both of them were looking at me and smiling. At least they didn’t think what I was doing was disgusting.

When I reached them, I cleared my throat and said, “Hello!” My voice squeaked a little from the nerves raging through my body.

“Hi,” the woman responded with a smile.

“My Mistress told me to come to you and ask if you maybe want to play with me. If so, you can do whatever you want with me.”

“Oh, sweetie! That’s very nice to offer, but I hope you don’t mind us declining. I don’t think I would be comfortable touching you with all those other people around.”

“That’s fine!” I responded, surprised that someone would decline an offer like this. I then looked at the man.

He shook his head at me and said, “I agree with my wife.” Although, I could see that he was checking out my assets. I wondered if he would have accepted my offer if his wife hadn’t been with him.

“Okay! No problem,” I told them. “Still, nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” the woman said. “I’m sure someone else will happily play with you.”

I smiled at her and said, “I hope so. Bye!”

“Bye, sweetie,” she said.

So, I walked towards the following table. This was the last table in the back, just next to Brenda, Tony, and I had been sitting before.

Two boys were seated at this table. They looked around my age. Again, they were already looking at me when I walked towards them.

“Hi,” I told them when I reached their table.

“Hello,” one of them answered.

“So, my Mistress sends me over. She wondered if maybe you guys would like to play with me. If so, you can do whatever you want with me.”

“Really?” the other boy said, looking me up and down. “And what can we do?”

“Umm, whatever you want,” I told him again.

The boy then beckoned me by crooking his finger in a ‘Come here’ gesture. While I got closer to him, he turned his chair to face me. I was now standing in front of him, and he was ogling my body. He even licked his lips from excitement. He then slapped both his hands on his lap while he scooted a little forward on his chair to make it more comfortable for me to sit on it.

I was about to turn around to sit on his lap, but he quickly said, “No! Facing me!”

I did as he asked, sitting on his lap and facing him. My legs were spread because I was seated wide-legged on his lap, giving him full access to my body. He didn’t say anything but just started touching my breasts. After a couple of seconds, he said, “You have very nice tits!”

“Thank you,” I told him, and then squealed softly when he pinched a nipple. It wasn’t because it hurt but because he had surprised me.

He then moved his head closer and sucked one of my nipples in his mouth. While he had that nipple trapped between his lips, he licked the tip of my nub. It felt like an electric shock went down my spine when he nipped at it. He then scraped his teeth over my long, rock-hard nipple until my nipple was free from his teeth. When he repeated it with my other nipple, I arched my back when he bit this one. It only hurt a little but produced a lot of pleasure.

And then, he was done. I was surprised that this was it because, in the way I had been sitting, my pussy was also available for him, but he didn’t try to touch it.

“Thank you for letting me do this,” he told me.

“It was all my pleasure,” I emphasized ‘pleasure.’

I then turned to his friend. That guy stood up and came standing in front of me. He also took my breasts in his hands and started squeezing them. He did his nipple play with his fingers. Mostly rolling my nipples between his fingers, pinching them, and even pulling on them. Although, he liked squeezing my breasts more than playing with my nipples.

In the end, this guy did slip a hand down and play with my pussy for a short while. But he only rubbed with his finger between my lips but stopped at the entrance to my vagina; he never tried to slip his finger inside. And yes, he did rub my clitoris a few times, but not long enough to give me a lot of pleasure.

When he eventually brought his hand up, holding it before my face, I noticed his middle finger was wet. He just smiled at me while he moved his finger towards my mouth. I opened it slightly, and when I felt his finger on my lips, I sucked his digit into my mouth. I used my tongue to clean his finger, and while I did this, I could taste myself. I still taste very nice, I thought.

When he pulled his finger out of my mouth, he said, “Tell your Mistress, ‘Thank you!’ from us.”

“I will,” I said. I felt terrific at the moment. My first nervousness was gone; I felt excellent and warm inside.

The boy then turned me around, and I jumped forward when he slapped my ass. He said, “Have fun with the others!”

“Thank you,” I said while walking towards the following table.

At the following two tables, I only got some smiles when I told them they could do anything they wanted with me, but they respectfully declined my offer. I knew they wouldn’t decline my offer when I walked towards the following table.

“Hi guys,” I said to the three boys and a girl sitting there.

They had been watching me the whole time I went from table to table, and I knew they would accept my offer. It was the girl who responded, “Hi, beautiful.”

I smiled at her and said, “My Mistress, send me over to ask you guys if you maybe want to play with me?”

“We know,” she responded. “We heard you talk to the others. And while we aren’t going to play with you,” two boys made an unhappy noise, “I think you can maybe give us a little show.”

I tilted my head and asked, “What kind of show?”

“Just grab a chair from the other table and sit with us,” the girl said.

I went to the table beside theirs, placed my hand on an empty chair, and asked, “Can I borrow this for a moment?”

“Sure,” the man answered me, well, my breasts. I noticed that the woman smiled at me after she had seen that her husband, I guess, was talking to my breasts.

“Thank you,” I told him, taking the chair to the other table.

“That’s close enough,” the girl said before I could reach their table. I was about five feet away from them.

I placed the chair on that spot and went sitting on it. Those four just looked at me while I waited for whatever they wanted me to do for them. I saw that two of the boys took their smartphones out of their pockets, and after they had opened the app they needed, the girl smiled at me and said, “Now, show us that cute naked pussy of yours!”

The chairs didn’t have armrests, so I opened my legs as far as I could and scooted a little forward so they could see me better.

“Why did you decide to shave yourself?” the girl asked.

Before I answered, I looked down at my pussy and noticed my labia were spread open, and my clitoris was sticking out as it did so often these days. I looked at the girl and said, “I love it like this. I feel so much more naked without pubic hair.”

“You sure do!” she responded while she stared at my pussy. I noticed that one of the boys made the typical movement on his screen that told me he was zooming in on me, more specifically, my pussy.

“Now, I think you should play with your pussy for us,” the girl said.

Before I did this, I quickly looked at the other people sitting before me and noticed most of them were still paying attention to me. It gave me a weird feeling knowing that I was about to play with my pussy for all those people staring at me. Most of them had an unobstructed view of my body, and while I don’t think I felt ashamed, I still felt somewhat uneasy about it.

Or maybe saying that I felt nervous was the correct description. I wouldn’t say that I hesitated because my right hand spontaneously went for my pussy. The first thing I did, was spread my pussy lips even more, and then I started rubbing between my lips. I decided to slip my middle finger down towards my vagina and dipped the tip of my finger inside. Just because I wanted to check something. Yep, I was very wet.

I slowly trailed my finger upwards until I had it on top of my clitoris. My clit felt hard against my finger. I think that in the past week, it must have gotten even a little larger and thicker because it sure didn’t feel like the little fun button it always had been. That ointment Nicole had put on me had definitely changed my body, and I think I liked it. Especially when I noticed how good it felt when I started to rub my clit. It could also be because I was somewhat aroused, but that little thing had become very sensitive to the touch and gave me so much pleasure.

While I kept on stimulating myself, I arched my back from the intense feelings it gave me. It felt like electric bolts were shooting through my body, and every bolt emanated from my pussy. I felt so satisfied, and it didn’t bother me anymore that people watched me rubbing one out. My breathing increased, and I started moaning.

But then, I could feel it. I hadn’t been paying attention to it, but I suddenly felt that feeling when your body tells you you need to pee. It was at that moment I remembered that conversation I had at camp. Girls who squirted reported that they felt the urge to pee before they let loose while orgasming. Realizing this, I knew this wasn’t the moment to try to find out if I could stop myself from squirting. I needed to do something before I would reach my orgasm and mess up this place with my outburst.

So, this time, I did the only thing I could think of and faked an orgasm. I arched my back even more and let out a muffled scream while I acted like I was orgasming. I tried to mimic how my body sometimes shivered when I had a real orgasm and kept on rubbing my pussy a few seconds longer until I noticed that I wasn’t far away from a real orgasm. So, I let my hand go limp and did the same with the rest of my body. However, I ensured I wouldn’t slip from the chair to the ground. I stayed sitting on the chair with my eyes closed, trying to catch my breath.

The next thing I knew, I heard people applauding. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. The two boys with their smartphones out were still filming me, but the girl and the other boy were applauding for me, as were many other people sitting in front of me, and I think even some people sitting behind me were applauding.

When the girl noticed I was focused on her, she smiled and said, “That was a better show than I had hoped for. Girl, you’re a firecracker!”

“Thank ... you,” I said, still out of breath. I was surprised at how much I was gasping for air and wondered how it would have been if I had reached a real orgasm.

Eventually, my body recovered enough to sit straight on the chair. The two boys had stopped filming, and one showed the girl what he had recorded. The girl seemed very happy with the result. When she looked back at me and noticed I was looking at her, she said, “This video will be very popular with our other friends. I hope you don’t mind me sharing?”

I smiled at her and surprised her by asking, “Can you maybe forward that video to me as well?”

“You want to have it?” she asked.

“If you don’t mind. Yes, I would love to have it.” Then I looked at the two boys, one at a time, and asked, “Can I use it on my website?”

“Your website?” the girl sounded even more shocked now.

“Can I come closer?” I asked her.

“Sure,” she answered.

So, I moved the chair closer to the table and asked one of the boys, “Can I have your phone for a moment.” He hesitated, so I added, “I promise I won’t delete anything. I just want to show you guys my website.”

After the girl urged him on, he gave me his phone. I opened the browser and entered the URL to my website. After it showed up on the phone, I gave it back.