Couple Trouble

I moan; the ball gag makes anything I say useless mush-mouth, my mind races as I'm led along. Naked before them, I found myself being pulled along by the same young couple who ed Tiffany prior to the alarm. "Aww, watch her cheeks get all rosy-wozy! It's so cute, and even matches her ball gag!"

He smiles, even as he walks backwards, staring intently at my nakedness exposed before them, the crowd watching from close by, walking while leaving plenty of room for everyone else to see me, openly exposed before them. "He rubs a free hand along my side, fing fingers lightly moving to my hip, resting there as he stares on, "Oh, I much prefer her other assets, but whatever turns you on, Juls."

She rolls her eyes, letting out a 'tisk' sound. "So predictable, Mark, but yes, she has a nice ass and pussy." Even as she speaks, her gaze tilts downwards, pausing to stare at my breasts, then staring right at my intimate folds." I felt myself pulled along, forcing myself to bounce as I'm driven forward, my breasts bouncing, ass swaying as I'm made to rush.

The crowd makes appreciative ahh and oohs at the sight, and I manage to get back into step, following close behind, my high heels click-clacking loudly, as if determined to draw even more onlookers to see me, exposed before them. Mark keeps smirking at me, his enjoyment the most obvious of all those around. "Hey, if you prefer, you can always strip naked here and now, and I'd stare at your soft, luscious bits too. Until then, don't fault me for liking what I see."

Juls, likely short for July, lets out a sigh, looking upward. I'm led to a rather public picnic area, exposed to those inside, along with anyone who happens by. More than a few people are already there, and I find myself quickly becoming an object of fascination to them, too. 'Not that I need to flash myself so much. At least I don't need to worry about asking what they think of me naked.' I think reflexively to myself, even as my excitement rises with it, and I oddly find myself enjoying the exposure.

I find myself being pulled along, guided to one of the tables in the centre of it all. Before I know it, I'm being made to sit on the table of a large wooden picnic table. I felt the rough surface against my ass and pussy lips as I sat down upon it, my legs spreading wide.

That's when Juls tosses her hands up, "Alright, I get it... You like a woman who is willing to go naked and submit to your wild fantasies." She paused, glancing over my shoulder, looking at my exposed backside and ass, seeing what was peeking out from between my legs, resting softly on the table. I waited one second, then another, feeling how intently those nearby were enjoying seeing me naked before them. I saw people pointing, smiling, raising cameras and whispering among themselves the whole time, yet never loud enough for me to pick up.

That's when Julus surprised both of us: "You know what? Fine. You win. Since you love seeing bare ass, tits and pussy more than looking over at me, I'll just have to strip naked too. Just now, if anything happens, it's your fault, mister!" She does her best to look angry, though her attempt falters quickly, and a goofy smile takes its place.

He chuckles along, stealing a glance over her way, "Oh noes, Julus is going to let me finally see what she looks like without five layers of clothing on! Woe is me, for there are other people here! Whatever shall I do?"

She shoots him a glare, already yanking off her top. "I mean it... I'll strip, here and now." From the corner of my eye, I see a tight, bright, lacy bra come shining from underneath. Amused to see the direction this is going, I do my best to remain nonchalant, even as she reaches back, popping the bra off, pulling it off casually. Her breasts bounce lively as they come free. It's almost like they are proud of making an appearance, flashing and moving about before us.

She pauses, reaching for the tops of her leggings, and I can already see the shape of her G-string, its colour through the soft, tight fabric. Holding up a finger, ", this is on you," she declares, trying to look assertive, before reaching down and rolling her leggings off, her tiny black G-string making it clear she was not planning on changing, at least not like this, today.

Doing her best to make an authoritative expression, she instead giggles, amused at herself as she pulls off the panties last, taking off the last vestiges of her outfit, leaving her as flagrantly exposed as I was. He walks up, opens the backpack he had on, and shoves the wuzzled pike into his it. He walks back, holding her arms up, her curves visible to all.

She nods, looking his way, who stares back, looking over her nakedness now, while the crowd divides its attention between the two of us. "Well, what do you think, Mat? I hope you're happy with yourself! The whole neighbourhood can see what I look like naked!"

He stares on, transfixed, managing to get both of us in view at the same time, rubbing at his chin with his left hand, "Hmmm mmm... well, it's decided. The drapes don't match the carpet. Not when it comes to you, hun."

"What? Why you...!", she declares, giving him a playful push, to which he laughs, and soon she s in, giggling next to him. As I look over, I notice is stament, joking aside, is quite accurate; she's a natural blonde, or at least appears to me, while her tiny hairs down below are a rather darker shade.

He smirks back, "Actually, if you want my honest assessment, you're still not quite the same. She has a bondage collar, leash and ball gag on. You are still free to move about and chat."

She lets out a sigh, exasperated; she looks upward a moment before holding her hands behind her back, "Alright then! Reach into my purse and grab them out. They're in the main compartment! Put them on me! Hell, bind my arms any way you like. Whatever it takes to stop you comparing me to that ginger skank we found."

He simply nods, "Well, alright... now er're talking. He casually moves forward, grabbing her purse from her, rifling though it for a moment before pulling out... a pair of pink, fluffy handcuffs, a bondage collar with leash, and a rather large, black ball gag. To my suprise, the ball gag also has a blindfold attached.

His eyebrows rise up, surprised at what he found. She gives him a glance, and he chuckles, "Why didn't you ever tell me you are into this? Now, I have to make up for lost time, Juls!"

I watch, intrigued, as he turns her around smartly, pulling her hands up above her head, putting the fussy handcuffs on first, leaving her completely exposed before everyone there. She keeps quiet, smiling gently while he works. Once attached, he grabs the ball gag, placing it before her. She opens her jaw wide, and he deftly puts it in, and soon she's gasping as her jaw is forced open wider yat as he works. She lets out a moan, her eyes going wide as he tugs the gag into place, evidently surprised at how tight the thing really is becoming, but does nothing to protest or even delay him.

The cord on it pinches her lips, pulling them back some on the sides, pinching tightly on her cheeks. She leans over lightly, her back arching as he cinches it shut. With a shrug, he puts the blinders on next, leaving her unable to see or speak, even as she moans softly.

He whispers into her ear, amused and smug, "I just hope you're happy, Jules... 'cause you should know I am.", to which she moans, leaning back as he attaches the bondage collar, the leash still in his left hand. He holds her tightly close to him, reaching his right hand around, and his fingers casually reach for her shaved mound.

Rubbing in and out, she moans aloud through the ball gag, even as she leans herself against him. She must have orgasmed, as her body jerks back against him, her muscles taut as she cries out. His smile grows with it, as his fingers get even more adventurous, clenching at her pussy lips tightly, driving four fingers deep into her.

As she moans, calling out in pleasure, one of the other guys from the group walks up, "Hey man, we know this is an intimate moment for you two, but could you perhaps share with the rest of us? Let us borrow the redhead, or something. It's not like you'll mind.

He makes a thoughtful look even as his fingers don't slow down, leaving me, and everyone else for that matter, to ponder what he has up his metaphorical sleeve...