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Cindee's sweet, innocent doe eyes sparkled with mischief, and a wicked smile spread across her sweet, demure face. She licked my hot, clear juice from her lower lip and stood to face me.
Ding! The sound of a text arriving. She reached behind her and pulled a phone from the waistbad of her boxers.
Her eyes got really wide and suddenly she stood and spun around to face the railing. She turned so fast that her hair whipped me in the face. Her hair smelled like lilacs.
"Fuck you, Odin!" she screamed at the balcony across the street. Now standing beside Tatiana was a tall blond man. But despite her outburst, Cindee wasn't mad. In fact her smile was radiant.
"Fucking perv!" Cindee shoutted, giggling.
"Fucking slut!" Tatiana called back, laughing.
Odin, if that was his name, was typing on his phone and Cindee's phone made another dinging sound.
She and i both looked down at it.
In the picture, which was taken across the street, obviously by Odin, whoever he was, Cindee kneeled beneath my erection. We looked amazing together, like full-on porn stars. My adrenaline surged and my cock swelled even harder against the handcuffs.
Across the street, Tatiana typed furiously, too.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Cindee could barely stop giggling as she scrolled through the pictures that were stacking up on her screen.
Odin called out to her as he snapped more pictures. "Suck him, Cin!"
So much shouting. I looked up and down the sidewalk. Not many pedestrians in L.A., but a couple of people down by the bus stop a few doors down seemed to be looking our way.
Cindee stood suddenly and turned to face them, leaning over the railing. Her perfect, heavy breasts hung over the street. Her hand gripped the railing right next to my cock. Her nails were manicured long and pink with white tips.
"I will!"
She will?
"If you will!" Cindee teased.
"Hey, fuckface!" Tatiana called to me.
"Hey, Tatty!" I shouted back, surprised that my voice sounded strong. It didn't break at all, despite the tingling in my stomach. I felt so nervous i was surprised my knees weren't shaking.
"Why did you handcuff your cock and balls to the rail!?"
Tired of pussyfooting around this, i answered without thinking.
"Because I like cumming where i might get caught!"
"Is it like a high for you!?" She screamed as loud as she could, hoping to attract attention.
A woman in a business skirt and jacket, walking on the sidewalk below, had just turned the corner toward us and was walking toward the big glass front door of Tatiana's building.
"Yes!" I shouted back even louder. "I cum a LOT! And my orgasms are crazy amazing if a stranger might see me!"
This startled the woman as she entered Tatiana's building. She paused in the lobby as the door closed. Staring up at Cindee and me, her expression was undreadable as she turned on her high heels and disappeared.
"Really!?" Tatiana shouted.
"Yep! Better than anything!"
Cindee was bent over laughing at our ridiculous one-up-man-ship.
She straightened suddenly, with a smile that melted my heart, and took a half-step forward so she stood right against me, pressed up against my side. I felt her pubic bone against my hip and her breasts bookending my arm.
Instinctively, I raised that arm and hooked it around the small of her back. And i looked down into her smiling face.
It would have been romantic if i wasn't stark naked, with an erection that was so hard it was starting to hurt.
Cindee's broke eye contact and looked down, trailing her long fingernail down my chest, down my flat belly, but stopping just above the handcuff that encircled cock and balls.
My cock was actually dripping. A long silky string suspended a drop of crystal clear liquid bebeath the end of my cock. Her other hand came up, with her phone in it.
Click! The artificial sound of a camera shutter. She snapped a picture of my gnarly, pink and purple and red veiny dripping fuck meat. The picture came out perfect.
Now the psychobitch smile. She looked up at me, then back down at her phone.
Click! Click!
She held it over the railing, snapping pictures up at me through the steel bars.
Click! A picture up the handcuff chain at the underside of my cock. The pearlescent drip of cum dangled blurry toward the viewer. She was a surprisingly good phtotographer.
She kneeled slightly to get a better angle. The shutter sound clicked loudly, a bunch of times in a row.
I pushed my hips forward against the hot steel, shoving my erection all the way out between the bars.
Cindee shot my dripping erection against a backdrop of 1970s buildings and traffic lights with the famous Hollywood sign in the distance. Her photo was postcard perfect. I think she could have sold it if it weren't triple-X rated.
Wouldn't that be something, my mind wandered... going down to Venice Beach and seeing your own dripping cock staring back at you from the racks of post cards being pawed by pale tourists.
My daydream was shattered as i felt Cindee's other hand grip my ass cheek. She shoved hard against the railing, making my erection bounce and bang against the steel. This shook loose the dribble of precum, which slowly fell toward the street, stretching its silky string.
And all the while she kept snapping pictures.
The dribble of precum swung like a pendulum and stretched longer and longer.
Her fingers loosened their grip on my glute and i felt them carress their way between my ass cheeks. My heart pounded and my breath caught as i felt one of her manicured fingernails tickle my anus.
My cock twitched up and down now on its own now as an orgasm began to build. I could feel the familiar tingle begin right near where Cindee's fingers teased me between my asshold and my ball sack.
Her smile was wide and crazy now and she couldn't take her eyes off of me. She kept snapping picture after picture.
That long, silky tendril finally snapped and we both watched the heavy droplet of cum fall twenty feet to the sidewalk below. It splattered silently, leaving a dark asterisk on the dirty white concrete. A man in jeans and a baseball cap walked right through the space that it had just fallen through. He didn't notice a thing.
But we did and we both burst our laughing.
"Ah," she sighed, smiling at me. "I am such a crazy cunt around you."
Tatiana's voice came over the phone, "Hey, Cindee!"
We both looked up at Tatiana. She and Odin had been joined now by four other people on her tiny deck. They were stumbling over the deck furniture to keep a place at the railing where they could see us. We could see Tatiana holding her phone to her face. Odin kept snapping pictures, as did pretty much everyone else over there. My god, i was exposed.
"Tatty?" Cindee replied.
"Love the show. But just so you know, there's like ten more people in my apartment, watching you guys."
We could see them through the windows now, jostling each other for a view, trying to push their way out the glass door onto the deck.
"Where'd they all come from?" Cindee asked.
"Matt was having a kegger. They're pretty toasted."
Screaming and whooping now erupted out of Tatiana's apartment.
Cindee gasped at that. And her smile returned, wider and brighter than ever. I swear, i thought her nipples even got harder at the thought of this bigger audience. She grasped the hem of her tank top with both hands and pulled down on it, and at the same time, she brought her knees together and bent slightly forward at the waist. Her body language showed pure nervous excitement. Her black hair whipped in the hot wind. I heard the thin fabric of her top rip again under the strain and she suddenly let go.
"Sploosh!" she said, turning to face me with a new expression on her lovely face.
A little slow on the uptake, it took me a moment, and then i looked down at her hands. Her long fingers were trying, and totally failing, to cover her boxers. The crotch was sopping wet, turning the thin white fabric transparent. Pussy juice poured in clear rivulets down her smooth, tanned thighs. It dripped from her manicured fingernails. It splashed in little puddles on the concrete deck.
The crowd across the street cheered like they were at a football game.
Cindee's expression became vulnerable, like a little girl, as she slipped one of her index fingers through the open fly of her boxers. I could see it through the soaked cloth, tangling in her jet black pubic hair, wiggling down toward where her clit must be.
She gasped, and her mouth opened into a silent O. I saw her wiggle her finger back and forth quickly, frantically, suddenly. She masturbated furiously in front of me. We didn't touch each other and somehow that made it even more forbidden. I was in such a state of arousal and panic, I didn't know what to do with my hands. And suddenly, i realized, i was pumping my hard cock in front of her.
We masturbated in front of each other while the crowd of strangers cheered across the street. Their shouts and hoots echoed, drowning the sounds of traffic. Everyone on the street heard them. People in cars, or on foot, even people in the neighboring buildings now were looking out their windows, peering out of store fronts up and down the street, trying to see what the commotion was about.
So many eyes were on us. Too many to count. We were on an elevated stage, totally absorbed in our forbidden act, but also hyper-aware of our audience's shocked attention.
Now I've looked back at this experience many times since it happened and i could say, i was a total stud. But i can't take credit for that. It's true that while Cindee diddled her coochie while the whole world watched, and while i stood nude and oiled, like a Roman gladiator in front of a cheering crowd, I held onto my sperm instead of spraying it all over Cindee. I had been jerking off since i was twelve and had practiced many times the forbidden art of multiple male orgasm without ejaculation. I was a keggle master and i tightened those muscles down there and i let go of my twitching, rock hard, dripping cock, just as Cindee's orgasm began.
But it wasn't all mind control. The handcuffs were so tight that my erection actually hurt. The metal bit into the veins that twisted along under the skin of my cock. And my balls were literally turning beet red with purple veins. The strange blend of pain and pleasure was just perfect to delay my orgasm, despite the fantastic circumstances. Teetering on the edge, i accidentally managed to succeed in edging myself over into a mind-numbing ultra-long orgasmic state, without actually ejaculating.
But the same cannot be said of Cindee.
Here knees literally started to shake.
"Oh!" she called out loud. "Oh!" She began calling out over and over. I watched her jiggle her clit back and forth with one hand as the fingers of her other hand slipped down to join the others. She bent her knees slightly, separating her thighs so she could gain better access. The sound of splashing liquid hitting the floor drew my attention and i watched as her clear juices poured out of pussy like she'd opened a faucet.
Such a surprising amount of fluid. Like the videos you see on porn sites. She had a surprised expression on her beautiful face as she stared at me, her eyes locked with mine. She seemed entranced. Mesmerized. Her expression froze and her mouth formed around a silent scream. Her juices flowed out of her continually.
And then, suddenly, she shoved her long, manicured fingers deep up into herself, and her scream was no longer silent. Her voice cracked and her scream was surprisingly lound.
"Oh!" she screamed. "Oh, god!"
Cindee's shivering legs gave way and she fell to her knees into the puddle of her own cum, splashing us both with her juices.
Her open mouth was just inches from my dripping erection. Her fingers worked frantically on her clit as she shoved her other hand into herself. Her clear juices shot out of her in intense, rhythmic squirts, splashing the concrete between us.
Her expression was almost pained, it was so intense, and she lurched and convulsed in orgasmic ecstasy.
With her kneeling legs spread wide, and her transparent boxers pulled to one side, i could see everything she was doing to herself. One hand banged frantically back and forth across her manicured triangle of jet-black pussy hair, her fingers rigid, her fingertips brushing her swollen clit, which was surprisingly long, back and forth mercilessly. Her inner lips were stretched wide apart, gripping the middle three fingers of her other hand in slick, dripping spasms.
She stared wide-eyed, past my bouncing hard-on, up into my eyes.
"See!" she gasped between ragged breaths, "what you DO ... to ... ME!"
More girl cum shot out of her pulsing cunt. Her coochie convulsed with pulsating contractions and her girl cum shot out between her again and again, splashing my bare feet in hot fluid.
The crowd went wild.
"Cum on her!" shouted Tatty.
"Fucking slut!" shouted Odin.
"Come on!" I heard Tatty repeat. "Fucking faggot! What are you waiting for!? Fucking cum on her!"
I turned my head toward them and shook a disapproving finger at Tatiana. I had other plans. Tatty bit her thumb in frustration and i saw her other hand slip quickly into her jeans, down between her legs.
When i looked back down at Cindee, her eyes were closed and she was catching her breath. Those massive tits rose and fell, just barely covered by that poor, ripped T-shirt. Her areola were a light mocha and her nipples long, and shaped like big gum drops. I wanted so badly to drop to my knees and draw those big, chewy nipples up between my lips, my teeth.
But the damned handcuffs!
While the crowd continued to taunt and cheer, Cindee's breathing slowed but her eyes remained closed.
Every inch of this woman was breathtaking, a wet dream. Her hands rested on her soaking wet knees now, and her poor, abused pussy lips gaped wide open in the blazing sunllight, as if they were still being held open by some invisible dildo. Her inner lips were pried back around her outer lips. And her wide open inner hole was a little ribbed tunnel with a milky river of cum trickling along its floor and spilling out into the sunlight.
I looked up at her face. Her eyes were open. I smiled because she had caught me looking into her pussy again, just like the fight that had started off this weird day. She didn't screem abuse at me this time. Instead she smiled a little smile, and her languid eyes moved from mine down to my twitching, pulsing, drooling hard cock.
Cindee rose to her knees, bringing that lovely face slowly closer.
The crowd across the street got suddenly quieter.
"Do it!" shouted Tatiana.
Cindee reached up with both hands and placed her palms against my thighs.
"Bitch!" taunted Tatiana. "Suck him off!"
Someone in the crowd began chanting Cindee's name.
Cindee ran her hands up my thighs to my hips, and then down slowly to my pubic mound.
The crowd picked up the chant and now a dozen or more people chanted Cindee's name. She never looked at them. Locking eyes with me, she encircled my cock and balls where the handcuffs locked around me. She formed encircled me tightly with one hand, forcing a low moan from my lips.
"Cindee!" chanted the crowd, including one or two people down on the sidewalk. "Cindee!"
With her other hand, Cindee tangled her fingertips in my neatly-trimmed hair. Tickling and teasing me, but still not touching my aching cock. Her smile was wicked. She held all the power. The crowd chanted her name and i was her plaything.
And then an electric jolt shot through my spine as her fingertips lightly brushed against the top of my cock, barely touching the tangle of gnarly veins that stood out there beneath the skin.
She traced her perfectly manicured fingernails along the whole length of my shaft, to the swollen, driping head. With one finger, she traced a line from the top of my cockhead, down to my cum hole, then around the hole, swirling my dripping juices up around the fleshy tip. And then she slowly traced her fingernail down along the sensitive underside of the head, and along the underside of the entire shaft.
My skin tingled where she touched me. My rod got iron hard. Another juicy drop of preejeculate pulsed slowly out the tip, shining in the sunlight.
Cindee grasped my balls with one hand and pulled slowly down. "Oh!" another moan escaped my lips as she pulled them as far as they would go. She let them go and then grasped the base of my cock and squeezed. Relaxing her grip, she pulled her fingertip up the length of my aching rod, slowly, to the head.
With her other hand, she once again got out her camera.
Click! went her camera phone as her fist tightened around the neck of my cockhead and twisted first one way and then the other. Slowly, over and over again.
She pushed her fist down my length and then back up, all the while snapping pictures.
And the noisy crowd began geting hysterical. Some still shouted Cindee's name, although they were losing the rhythm they'd had before as their concentration focused on Cindee's ministrations to my raging hard-on. Some of the crowd were calling out things they wanted her to do to me. This excited me like crazy, being a public sex object, a fuck stick, a piece of man meat put here solely for her purile enjoyment.
Some people in the crowd had begun to paw at each other, removing some outer articles of clothing and making out almost violently. It was exciting to see the infamous mob mentality triggered by my own base actions and Cindee's overwhelming sexuality.
Leaning forward on her knees, Cindee's gorgeous melons spilled the rest of the way out of her torn tanktop. Slowly, she brought her covergirl face closer to my erection.
"Do it!" Tatiana pleaded.
"Lick him!" Odin called out. His hands were buried in Tatty's T-shirt.
"Bite the tip!" Tatty screamed.
Cindee got closer, so close. Those full pink lips parted and i swear i felt her hot breath on my cockhead.
"Bitch!" Tatiana scolded her. "Suck him off!"
Cindee, the shy, Iowa good girl, smiled demurely up at me, those full, pouty lips just a quarter-inch away from my dripping tip. Then, slowly, she parted those perfect white teeth, stuck out the tip of her pink, perfect tongue, which was surprisingly long, and she gently, too gently, touched it to the underside of my cockhead.
Click! She brought her phone in for a closeup.
Click! She dragged her tongue along the underside of my shaft all the way to my ball sack.
Click! She snapped picture after picture as her perfect teeth clacked against the chrome steel of the handcuffs. She had to bend her neck around a little awkwardly to fit between my thigh and the steel guardrail to which i had handcuffed my cock and balls, but the audience really seemed to like this.
Click! She showed me the pictures she was taking. The juxtaposition of my gnarly, obscene fuck organ enveloped by those perfect, made for TV lips, was staggering.
She was so gentle, but it was taking its toll on me. I really did not want to cum on her yet. I may never have another opportunity to be a porn star like this and i really wanted to perform. I also wanted to be the best lover Cindee had ever had. I wanted to do everything to her before i let myself cum. I was determined.
But it was so hard.
Taking pictures with her phone, She smiled wickedly around my cock as she made it disappear down her throat. I know it's a cliche, but this good girl was an experienced and accomplished deep-throat cocksucker. She was such a slut. She sucked first one ball and then the other. She tongue-bathed me, drooling salive off the tip of her tongue, painting circles along my full length. She was such a performer, and her audience loved her. And i loved her. I was speechless, entranced as she expertly brought me once again to the brink of orgasm, in front of everyone.
The corners of her eyes crinkled a little and the corners of her mouth curled up in that naughty way they i love.
She ran the tip of her tongue slowly under the head in circles, and then around to the tip.
The shutter sound on her phone clicked away as she delicately pushed a big pearl of precum back up inside of my urethra with the tip of her tongue. Then she closed her lips around the end of my dick and sucked on the head with tremendous power. She sucked my dribbling juice out the end of my cock with a delicious slurping sound, and then she pulled away from my erection, deliberately pulling a long delicate strand of jism with her, carefully framing it with her camera and zooming in.
Tatiana and Odin and everyone else cheered noisily. Cindee kept taking pictures, her phone kept making little ding-ding-ding sounds.
"Mmmph," Cindee's voice was muffled by her mouth full of fuckstick. "Wath dis."
She opened a new screen and then a file, and then pressed a couple more buttons. And then her phone made a whole lot of ringing and dinging sounds.
"Thocial methia," she mumbled up at me around my erection. With a pop, she pulled my hardon out from between her talented lips. A long trail of precum hung from the tip of my cockhead to her lower lip. It jiggled as she spoke.
"Now everyone in the world can see you earning your nickname."
I was so preorgasmic i was practically wasted. And my expression must have shown it. Nickname?
"Fuckface," she explained as she forced the swollen, dripping tip of my cock back up between those smiling lips and across those perfect teeth.
Cindee moved the phone over the railing to shoot us from the crowd's point of view, moving it down to shoot the underside of my cock. I could see she had switched to video and somehow knew that she was streaming us live over the internet.
My psycho roommate and i, who hated each other until half an hour ago, were putting on a live sex show in one of the most crowded cities in the world, in broad daylight.
"Oh, shit!" Tatty, or someone shouted.
Everyone was looking in the same direction, up the street while practically falling over one another trying to make their back back inside through the glass door all at the same time.
I looked up the street, slow horror dawning on me.
At the intersection one block up, rounding the corner, the squat, muscular shape of a black and white SUV turning in our direction.
Cindee's big, beautiful, doe eyes were round with horror. And then just as suddenly her expression changed to a huge, psycho smile that chilled me to the bone.
She cupped my balls gently and then squeezed them harder and harder as she leaned in close to my face and whspered in my ear.
"Guess you should have given me that phone message last month, huh, lover boy?"
More cumming soon...
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Cindee's sweet, innocent doe eyes sparkled with mischief, and a wicked smile spread across her sweet, demure face. She licked my hot, clear juice from her lower lip and stood to face me.
Ding! The sound of a text arriving. She reached behind her and pulled a phone from the waistbad of her boxers.
Her eyes got really wide and suddenly she stood and spun around to face the railing. She turned so fast that her hair whipped me in the face. Her hair smelled like lilacs.
"Fuck you, Odin!" she screamed at the balcony across the street. Now standing beside Tatiana was a tall blond man. But despite her outburst, Cindee wasn't mad. In fact her smile was radiant.
"Fucking perv!" Cindee shoutted, giggling.
"Fucking slut!" Tatiana called back, laughing.
Odin, if that was his name, was typing on his phone and Cindee's phone made another dinging sound.
She and i both looked down at it.
In the picture, which was taken across the street, obviously by Odin, whoever he was, Cindee kneeled beneath my erection. We looked amazing together, like full-on porn stars. My adrenaline surged and my cock swelled even harder against the handcuffs.
Across the street, Tatiana typed furiously, too.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Cindee could barely stop giggling as she scrolled through the pictures that were stacking up on her screen.
Odin called out to her as he snapped more pictures. "Suck him, Cin!"
So much shouting. I looked up and down the sidewalk. Not many pedestrians in L.A., but a couple of people down by the bus stop a few doors down seemed to be looking our way.
Cindee stood suddenly and turned to face them, leaning over the railing. Her perfect, heavy breasts hung over the street. Her hand gripped the railing right next to my cock. Her nails were manicured long and pink with white tips.
"I will!"
She will?
"If you will!" Cindee teased.
"Hey, fuckface!" Tatiana called to me.
"Hey, Tatty!" I shouted back, surprised that my voice sounded strong. It didn't break at all, despite the tingling in my stomach. I felt so nervous i was surprised my knees weren't shaking.
"Why did you handcuff your cock and balls to the rail!?"
Tired of pussyfooting around this, i answered without thinking.
"Because I like cumming where i might get caught!"
"Is it like a high for you!?" She screamed as loud as she could, hoping to attract attention.
A woman in a business skirt and jacket, walking on the sidewalk below, had just turned the corner toward us and was walking toward the big glass front door of Tatiana's building.
"Yes!" I shouted back even louder. "I cum a LOT! And my orgasms are crazy amazing if a stranger might see me!"
This startled the woman as she entered Tatiana's building. She paused in the lobby as the door closed. Staring up at Cindee and me, her expression was undreadable as she turned on her high heels and disappeared.
"Really!?" Tatiana shouted.
"Yep! Better than anything!"
Cindee was bent over laughing at our ridiculous one-up-man-ship.
She straightened suddenly, with a smile that melted my heart, and took a half-step forward so she stood right against me, pressed up against my side. I felt her pubic bone against my hip and her breasts bookending my arm.
Instinctively, I raised that arm and hooked it around the small of her back. And i looked down into her smiling face.
It would have been romantic if i wasn't stark naked, with an erection that was so hard it was starting to hurt.
Cindee's broke eye contact and looked down, trailing her long fingernail down my chest, down my flat belly, but stopping just above the handcuff that encircled cock and balls.
My cock was actually dripping. A long silky string suspended a drop of crystal clear liquid bebeath the end of my cock. Her other hand came up, with her phone in it.
Click! The artificial sound of a camera shutter. She snapped a picture of my gnarly, pink and purple and red veiny dripping fuck meat. The picture came out perfect.
Now the psychobitch smile. She looked up at me, then back down at her phone.
Click! Click!
She held it over the railing, snapping pictures up at me through the steel bars.
Click! A picture up the handcuff chain at the underside of my cock. The pearlescent drip of cum dangled blurry toward the viewer. She was a surprisingly good phtotographer.
She kneeled slightly to get a better angle. The shutter sound clicked loudly, a bunch of times in a row.
I pushed my hips forward against the hot steel, shoving my erection all the way out between the bars.
Cindee shot my dripping erection against a backdrop of 1970s buildings and traffic lights with the famous Hollywood sign in the distance. Her photo was postcard perfect. I think she could have sold it if it weren't triple-X rated.
Wouldn't that be something, my mind wandered... going down to Venice Beach and seeing your own dripping cock staring back at you from the racks of post cards being pawed by pale tourists.
My daydream was shattered as i felt Cindee's other hand grip my ass cheek. She shoved hard against the railing, making my erection bounce and bang against the steel. This shook loose the dribble of precum, which slowly fell toward the street, stretching its silky string.
And all the while she kept snapping pictures.
The dribble of precum swung like a pendulum and stretched longer and longer.
Her fingers loosened their grip on my glute and i felt them carress their way between my ass cheeks. My heart pounded and my breath caught as i felt one of her manicured fingernails tickle my anus.
My cock twitched up and down now on its own now as an orgasm began to build. I could feel the familiar tingle begin right near where Cindee's fingers teased me between my asshold and my ball sack.
Her smile was wide and crazy now and she couldn't take her eyes off of me. She kept snapping picture after picture.
That long, silky tendril finally snapped and we both watched the heavy droplet of cum fall twenty feet to the sidewalk below. It splattered silently, leaving a dark asterisk on the dirty white concrete. A man in jeans and a baseball cap walked right through the space that it had just fallen through. He didn't notice a thing.
But we did and we both burst our laughing.
"Ah," she sighed, smiling at me. "I am such a crazy cunt around you."
Tatiana's voice came over the phone, "Hey, Cindee!"
We both looked up at Tatiana. She and Odin had been joined now by four other people on her tiny deck. They were stumbling over the deck furniture to keep a place at the railing where they could see us. We could see Tatiana holding her phone to her face. Odin kept snapping pictures, as did pretty much everyone else over there. My god, i was exposed.
"Tatty?" Cindee replied.
"Love the show. But just so you know, there's like ten more people in my apartment, watching you guys."
We could see them through the windows now, jostling each other for a view, trying to push their way out the glass door onto the deck.
"Where'd they all come from?" Cindee asked.
"Matt was having a kegger. They're pretty toasted."
Screaming and whooping now erupted out of Tatiana's apartment.
Cindee gasped at that. And her smile returned, wider and brighter than ever. I swear, i thought her nipples even got harder at the thought of this bigger audience. She grasped the hem of her tank top with both hands and pulled down on it, and at the same time, she brought her knees together and bent slightly forward at the waist. Her body language showed pure nervous excitement. Her black hair whipped in the hot wind. I heard the thin fabric of her top rip again under the strain and she suddenly let go.
"Sploosh!" she said, turning to face me with a new expression on her lovely face.
A little slow on the uptake, it took me a moment, and then i looked down at her hands. Her long fingers were trying, and totally failing, to cover her boxers. The crotch was sopping wet, turning the thin white fabric transparent. Pussy juice poured in clear rivulets down her smooth, tanned thighs. It dripped from her manicured fingernails. It splashed in little puddles on the concrete deck.
The crowd across the street cheered like they were at a football game.
Cindee's expression became vulnerable, like a little girl, as she slipped one of her index fingers through the open fly of her boxers. I could see it through the soaked cloth, tangling in her jet black pubic hair, wiggling down toward where her clit must be.
She gasped, and her mouth opened into a silent O. I saw her wiggle her finger back and forth quickly, frantically, suddenly. She masturbated furiously in front of me. We didn't touch each other and somehow that made it even more forbidden. I was in such a state of arousal and panic, I didn't know what to do with my hands. And suddenly, i realized, i was pumping my hard cock in front of her.
We masturbated in front of each other while the crowd of strangers cheered across the street. Their shouts and hoots echoed, drowning the sounds of traffic. Everyone on the street heard them. People in cars, or on foot, even people in the neighboring buildings now were looking out their windows, peering out of store fronts up and down the street, trying to see what the commotion was about.
So many eyes were on us. Too many to count. We were on an elevated stage, totally absorbed in our forbidden act, but also hyper-aware of our audience's shocked attention.
Now I've looked back at this experience many times since it happened and i could say, i was a total stud. But i can't take credit for that. It's true that while Cindee diddled her coochie while the whole world watched, and while i stood nude and oiled, like a Roman gladiator in front of a cheering crowd, I held onto my sperm instead of spraying it all over Cindee. I had been jerking off since i was twelve and had practiced many times the forbidden art of multiple male orgasm without ejaculation. I was a keggle master and i tightened those muscles down there and i let go of my twitching, rock hard, dripping cock, just as Cindee's orgasm began.
But it wasn't all mind control. The handcuffs were so tight that my erection actually hurt. The metal bit into the veins that twisted along under the skin of my cock. And my balls were literally turning beet red with purple veins. The strange blend of pain and pleasure was just perfect to delay my orgasm, despite the fantastic circumstances. Teetering on the edge, i accidentally managed to succeed in edging myself over into a mind-numbing ultra-long orgasmic state, without actually ejaculating.
But the same cannot be said of Cindee.
Here knees literally started to shake.
"Oh!" she called out loud. "Oh!" She began calling out over and over. I watched her jiggle her clit back and forth with one hand as the fingers of her other hand slipped down to join the others. She bent her knees slightly, separating her thighs so she could gain better access. The sound of splashing liquid hitting the floor drew my attention and i watched as her clear juices poured out of pussy like she'd opened a faucet.
Such a surprising amount of fluid. Like the videos you see on porn sites. She had a surprised expression on her beautiful face as she stared at me, her eyes locked with mine. She seemed entranced. Mesmerized. Her expression froze and her mouth formed around a silent scream. Her juices flowed out of her continually.
And then, suddenly, she shoved her long, manicured fingers deep up into herself, and her scream was no longer silent. Her voice cracked and her scream was surprisingly lound.
"Oh!" she screamed. "Oh, god!"
Cindee's shivering legs gave way and she fell to her knees into the puddle of her own cum, splashing us both with her juices.
Her open mouth was just inches from my dripping erection. Her fingers worked frantically on her clit as she shoved her other hand into herself. Her clear juices shot out of her in intense, rhythmic squirts, splashing the concrete between us.
Her expression was almost pained, it was so intense, and she lurched and convulsed in orgasmic ecstasy.
With her kneeling legs spread wide, and her transparent boxers pulled to one side, i could see everything she was doing to herself. One hand banged frantically back and forth across her manicured triangle of jet-black pussy hair, her fingers rigid, her fingertips brushing her swollen clit, which was surprisingly long, back and forth mercilessly. Her inner lips were stretched wide apart, gripping the middle three fingers of her other hand in slick, dripping spasms.
She stared wide-eyed, past my bouncing hard-on, up into my eyes.
"See!" she gasped between ragged breaths, "what you DO ... to ... ME!"
More girl cum shot out of her pulsing cunt. Her coochie convulsed with pulsating contractions and her girl cum shot out between her again and again, splashing my bare feet in hot fluid.
The crowd went wild.
"Cum on her!" shouted Tatty.
"Fucking slut!" shouted Odin.
"Come on!" I heard Tatty repeat. "Fucking faggot! What are you waiting for!? Fucking cum on her!"
I turned my head toward them and shook a disapproving finger at Tatiana. I had other plans. Tatty bit her thumb in frustration and i saw her other hand slip quickly into her jeans, down between her legs.
When i looked back down at Cindee, her eyes were closed and she was catching her breath. Those massive tits rose and fell, just barely covered by that poor, ripped T-shirt. Her areola were a light mocha and her nipples long, and shaped like big gum drops. I wanted so badly to drop to my knees and draw those big, chewy nipples up between my lips, my teeth.
But the damned handcuffs!
While the crowd continued to taunt and cheer, Cindee's breathing slowed but her eyes remained closed.
Every inch of this woman was breathtaking, a wet dream. Her hands rested on her soaking wet knees now, and her poor, abused pussy lips gaped wide open in the blazing sunllight, as if they were still being held open by some invisible dildo. Her inner lips were pried back around her outer lips. And her wide open inner hole was a little ribbed tunnel with a milky river of cum trickling along its floor and spilling out into the sunlight.
I looked up at her face. Her eyes were open. I smiled because she had caught me looking into her pussy again, just like the fight that had started off this weird day. She didn't screem abuse at me this time. Instead she smiled a little smile, and her languid eyes moved from mine down to my twitching, pulsing, drooling hard cock.
Cindee rose to her knees, bringing that lovely face slowly closer.
The crowd across the street got suddenly quieter.
"Do it!" shouted Tatiana.
Cindee reached up with both hands and placed her palms against my thighs.
"Bitch!" taunted Tatiana. "Suck him off!"
Someone in the crowd began chanting Cindee's name.
Cindee ran her hands up my thighs to my hips, and then down slowly to my pubic mound.
The crowd picked up the chant and now a dozen or more people chanted Cindee's name. She never looked at them. Locking eyes with me, she encircled my cock and balls where the handcuffs locked around me. She formed encircled me tightly with one hand, forcing a low moan from my lips.
"Cindee!" chanted the crowd, including one or two people down on the sidewalk. "Cindee!"
With her other hand, Cindee tangled her fingertips in my neatly-trimmed hair. Tickling and teasing me, but still not touching my aching cock. Her smile was wicked. She held all the power. The crowd chanted her name and i was her plaything.
And then an electric jolt shot through my spine as her fingertips lightly brushed against the top of my cock, barely touching the tangle of gnarly veins that stood out there beneath the skin.
She traced her perfectly manicured fingernails along the whole length of my shaft, to the swollen, driping head. With one finger, she traced a line from the top of my cockhead, down to my cum hole, then around the hole, swirling my dripping juices up around the fleshy tip. And then she slowly traced her fingernail down along the sensitive underside of the head, and along the underside of the entire shaft.
My skin tingled where she touched me. My rod got iron hard. Another juicy drop of preejeculate pulsed slowly out the tip, shining in the sunlight.
Cindee grasped my balls with one hand and pulled slowly down. "Oh!" another moan escaped my lips as she pulled them as far as they would go. She let them go and then grasped the base of my cock and squeezed. Relaxing her grip, she pulled her fingertip up the length of my aching rod, slowly, to the head.
With her other hand, she once again got out her camera.
Click! went her camera phone as her fist tightened around the neck of my cockhead and twisted first one way and then the other. Slowly, over and over again.
She pushed her fist down my length and then back up, all the while snapping pictures.
And the noisy crowd began geting hysterical. Some still shouted Cindee's name, although they were losing the rhythm they'd had before as their concentration focused on Cindee's ministrations to my raging hard-on. Some of the crowd were calling out things they wanted her to do to me. This excited me like crazy, being a public sex object, a fuck stick, a piece of man meat put here solely for her purile enjoyment.
Some people in the crowd had begun to paw at each other, removing some outer articles of clothing and making out almost violently. It was exciting to see the infamous mob mentality triggered by my own base actions and Cindee's overwhelming sexuality.
Leaning forward on her knees, Cindee's gorgeous melons spilled the rest of the way out of her torn tanktop. Slowly, she brought her covergirl face closer to my erection.
"Do it!" Tatiana pleaded.
"Lick him!" Odin called out. His hands were buried in Tatty's T-shirt.
"Bite the tip!" Tatty screamed.
Cindee got closer, so close. Those full pink lips parted and i swear i felt her hot breath on my cockhead.
"Bitch!" Tatiana scolded her. "Suck him off!"
Cindee, the shy, Iowa good girl, smiled demurely up at me, those full, pouty lips just a quarter-inch away from my dripping tip. Then, slowly, she parted those perfect white teeth, stuck out the tip of her pink, perfect tongue, which was surprisingly long, and she gently, too gently, touched it to the underside of my cockhead.
Click! She brought her phone in for a closeup.
Click! She dragged her tongue along the underside of my shaft all the way to my ball sack.
Click! She snapped picture after picture as her perfect teeth clacked against the chrome steel of the handcuffs. She had to bend her neck around a little awkwardly to fit between my thigh and the steel guardrail to which i had handcuffed my cock and balls, but the audience really seemed to like this.
Click! She showed me the pictures she was taking. The juxtaposition of my gnarly, obscene fuck organ enveloped by those perfect, made for TV lips, was staggering.
She was so gentle, but it was taking its toll on me. I really did not want to cum on her yet. I may never have another opportunity to be a porn star like this and i really wanted to perform. I also wanted to be the best lover Cindee had ever had. I wanted to do everything to her before i let myself cum. I was determined.
But it was so hard.
Taking pictures with her phone, She smiled wickedly around my cock as she made it disappear down her throat. I know it's a cliche, but this good girl was an experienced and accomplished deep-throat cocksucker. She was such a slut. She sucked first one ball and then the other. She tongue-bathed me, drooling salive off the tip of her tongue, painting circles along my full length. She was such a performer, and her audience loved her. And i loved her. I was speechless, entranced as she expertly brought me once again to the brink of orgasm, in front of everyone.
The corners of her eyes crinkled a little and the corners of her mouth curled up in that naughty way they i love.
She ran the tip of her tongue slowly under the head in circles, and then around to the tip.
The shutter sound on her phone clicked away as she delicately pushed a big pearl of precum back up inside of my urethra with the tip of her tongue. Then she closed her lips around the end of my dick and sucked on the head with tremendous power. She sucked my dribbling juice out the end of my cock with a delicious slurping sound, and then she pulled away from my erection, deliberately pulling a long delicate strand of jism with her, carefully framing it with her camera and zooming in.
Tatiana and Odin and everyone else cheered noisily. Cindee kept taking pictures, her phone kept making little ding-ding-ding sounds.
"Mmmph," Cindee's voice was muffled by her mouth full of fuckstick. "Wath dis."
She opened a new screen and then a file, and then pressed a couple more buttons. And then her phone made a whole lot of ringing and dinging sounds.
"Thocial methia," she mumbled up at me around my erection. With a pop, she pulled my hardon out from between her talented lips. A long trail of precum hung from the tip of my cockhead to her lower lip. It jiggled as she spoke.
"Now everyone in the world can see you earning your nickname."
I was so preorgasmic i was practically wasted. And my expression must have shown it. Nickname?
"Fuckface," she explained as she forced the swollen, dripping tip of my cock back up between those smiling lips and across those perfect teeth.
Cindee moved the phone over the railing to shoot us from the crowd's point of view, moving it down to shoot the underside of my cock. I could see she had switched to video and somehow knew that she was streaming us live over the internet.
My psycho roommate and i, who hated each other until half an hour ago, were putting on a live sex show in one of the most crowded cities in the world, in broad daylight.
"Oh, shit!" Tatty, or someone shouted.
Everyone was looking in the same direction, up the street while practically falling over one another trying to make their back back inside through the glass door all at the same time.
I looked up the street, slow horror dawning on me.
At the intersection one block up, rounding the corner, the squat, muscular shape of a black and white SUV turning in our direction.
Cindee's big, beautiful, doe eyes were round with horror. And then just as suddenly her expression changed to a huge, psycho smile that chilled me to the bone.
She cupped my balls gently and then squeezed them harder and harder as she leaned in close to my face and whspered in my ear.
"Guess you should have given me that phone message last month, huh, lover boy?"
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