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Story: For a good cause Part 2
Tags humiliation, public, school, story, whore
Part 1
The twins led me to our place. I tried to relax and take it as easy as possible. At least partly I succeeded, letting myself being handled by this. It still was early in the morning. Every student was busy with building up the stand. According noises and talk came from all around my while my hooves clapped on the ground. When we stopped, they unloaded me. What a relief. That weight on my back had gotten pretty heavy over the time, especially since I couldn't change the hold, shift in any way and was constantly pulled to move. I had to work hard to assure not to fall, but just the thought of what that could do to my nose helped me to succeed.
Then the twins led me further, I didn't see where to and could only ask myself for their goal and reason. Was this some kind of advertising trick? When we stopped, I heard somebody running towards us. Quick, hard steps on the ground. "Hey twins, what's up?", he asked, followed by a silent break. I imagined the look on the twin's faces, like always when somebody came bothering them. He continued: "Nice business suits. Reminds me of 9 1/2 weeks, when he makes Kim Basinger wear this. You know? Are you going to strip for donations?" The twins laughed and replied simultaneously: "Not exactly." I recognized the fellow student. As far as I had met him, he wasn't the brightest, but he had a helpful soul: "May I help you carrying these?" "No,", the twin ahead of me replied, "we have a pony for this." My temper awoke and my mind bridled against the implications.
Why had they changed cloth? Male business suits? And why the fuck didn't they carry the boxes themselves? As if I hadn't to bear enough already. I felt the anger of being unfairly treated, with a sip of self-pity. And then something new hit me. My body heat increased noticably. I got aroused.
The fellow student left and they used me to bear equipment to our stand, one piece after another. Except for loading on and off the leash to my nose didn't give me any break. My breath turned heavy due to the burden. When I was finished, my body was soaked wet, especially under the leather outfit. A directional warmth on my skin told me the sun had come out. Soon the fair started.
As always only few visitors used the earliest opening time. I heard a man talking with the twins. While he praised the idea, he also questioned the price. "If you don't mind a play, you get fifty grabs for free. And these are the very first ones. This girl is very inexperienced, doesn't know groping so far. Just take this note, put in your wallet, pull it out again and pay us. No one likes to eat where nobody is eating." From their voices I guessed the twins had pretty much fun. Since the man didn't have any objections, he was the first to lay hands on me. Indeed I had only touched myself so far, and that was in private of course. Under normal circumstances I would never agreed to such rough intimacy with a stranger, especially not given that I didn't even see his face, though I suspected he must be one of the adults. Maybe even an old, obese man with gray or bold hair. How should I know?
Anyway his touch was reluctant at the start. Still I couldn't suppress a slight moan through my gag. I couldn't deny to myself it felt great. My body longed for more. Much more, though I didn't know why. Usually I wasn't turned on that easily, and I had never dreamed of such a filthy, embarrassing situation. When he groped my buttocks harder, I was glad with increased satisfaction. At the same time, I was surprised about strong desire. My mind rebelled to the thought of being helplessly exposed, but I just felt like 'Shut up. Nobody recognizes me. And it feels soooooo great.' I continued to moan. The sensation dominated the ache in my stretched jaws. I heard more voices coming near, gathering to a crowd around me.
"What does that mean, 'Everything has a price?'", the man asked when he was done groping. The twins giggled: "A slap on those ass cheeks five bucks for instance. She does everything for the good cause." The people around us mumbled, while my first customer payed for real: "I'll have twenty then." With the day the twins were getting busy. While I experienced my very first spanking, events where unfolding.
When another man asked what the zippers where for, the twins calmly and excessively explained any customer could buy to open them once until the end of the day, enabling new options. They went through the zippers, two for my breasts with the new option to grope them, pinch them, lick them or suck on them for further money, one for my crotch, one for my anus. Despite the cheapest zipper was one thousand bucks, they sold immediately, resulting in several hands and mouths getting busy with my money. Because I was busy with all the sensation flowing through my body, I coulnd't count our revenue, but it must have been big already. I felt like a whore, but I comforted myself it was just for one day and for a good cause, a phrase that my ears had to bear dozens of times by the most excited customers, reasoning their actions against their conservative morals. Men were men, and the twins had known that.
Time had passed while dozens of hands groped me everywhere, slapped, fingered and pinched me, occasionally interrupted my some licks and sucks. It was impossible to tell how many men I had serviced so far. But from all I could still recognize beyond the busy noises of lust by me and my customers, the twins and me made big cash. Besides my arousal and seemingly infinite prurience my excitement was beyond anything I knew. So many men had already opened their wallets just to get a piece of me for a brief moment. No question, I totally turned them on and let them get off. Somehow I was also glad about the fact that our stand was crowded with paying customers. This way chances somebody could recognize my person in this outfit were low.
The signal of my bladder had increased. Now it pushed through all other sensations. I had held it as long as I could now. Though I tried to communicate my need, nobody had recognized something else then me resisting and struggling against the heavy grips on me. It had only turned them on and provoked jokes on me. So I had no other choice to let it go. Though all that I had gone through until now, I felt deeply embarrassed. I just stood blinded, in front of strange adult men, my breasts and genitals exposed, and my pee dropped right on the ground beneath me. The laughter were louder now. Encouraged by the twins the crowd applauded, which made me feel even more embarrassed. When I heard the typical phone confirmation sounds of photo apps and a comment on a future video upload to Pornhub, the twins hurried to collect money for photo and video licenses. Fortunately my face was covered with the blindfold and my huge gag.
Part 3
The twins led me to our place. I tried to relax and take it as easy as possible. At least partly I succeeded, letting myself being handled by this. It still was early in the morning. Every student was busy with building up the stand. According noises and talk came from all around my while my hooves clapped on the ground. When we stopped, they unloaded me. What a relief. That weight on my back had gotten pretty heavy over the time, especially since I couldn't change the hold, shift in any way and was constantly pulled to move. I had to work hard to assure not to fall, but just the thought of what that could do to my nose helped me to succeed.
Then the twins led me further, I didn't see where to and could only ask myself for their goal and reason. Was this some kind of advertising trick? When we stopped, I heard somebody running towards us. Quick, hard steps on the ground. "Hey twins, what's up?", he asked, followed by a silent break. I imagined the look on the twin's faces, like always when somebody came bothering them. He continued: "Nice business suits. Reminds me of 9 1/2 weeks, when he makes Kim Basinger wear this. You know? Are you going to strip for donations?" The twins laughed and replied simultaneously: "Not exactly." I recognized the fellow student. As far as I had met him, he wasn't the brightest, but he had a helpful soul: "May I help you carrying these?" "No,", the twin ahead of me replied, "we have a pony for this." My temper awoke and my mind bridled against the implications.
Why had they changed cloth? Male business suits? And why the fuck didn't they carry the boxes themselves? As if I hadn't to bear enough already. I felt the anger of being unfairly treated, with a sip of self-pity. And then something new hit me. My body heat increased noticably. I got aroused.
The fellow student left and they used me to bear equipment to our stand, one piece after another. Except for loading on and off the leash to my nose didn't give me any break. My breath turned heavy due to the burden. When I was finished, my body was soaked wet, especially under the leather outfit. A directional warmth on my skin told me the sun had come out. Soon the fair started.
As always only few visitors used the earliest opening time. I heard a man talking with the twins. While he praised the idea, he also questioned the price. "If you don't mind a play, you get fifty grabs for free. And these are the very first ones. This girl is very inexperienced, doesn't know groping so far. Just take this note, put in your wallet, pull it out again and pay us. No one likes to eat where nobody is eating." From their voices I guessed the twins had pretty much fun. Since the man didn't have any objections, he was the first to lay hands on me. Indeed I had only touched myself so far, and that was in private of course. Under normal circumstances I would never agreed to such rough intimacy with a stranger, especially not given that I didn't even see his face, though I suspected he must be one of the adults. Maybe even an old, obese man with gray or bold hair. How should I know?
Anyway his touch was reluctant at the start. Still I couldn't suppress a slight moan through my gag. I couldn't deny to myself it felt great. My body longed for more. Much more, though I didn't know why. Usually I wasn't turned on that easily, and I had never dreamed of such a filthy, embarrassing situation. When he groped my buttocks harder, I was glad with increased satisfaction. At the same time, I was surprised about strong desire. My mind rebelled to the thought of being helplessly exposed, but I just felt like 'Shut up. Nobody recognizes me. And it feels soooooo great.' I continued to moan. The sensation dominated the ache in my stretched jaws. I heard more voices coming near, gathering to a crowd around me.
"What does that mean, 'Everything has a price?'", the man asked when he was done groping. The twins giggled: "A slap on those ass cheeks five bucks for instance. She does everything for the good cause." The people around us mumbled, while my first customer payed for real: "I'll have twenty then." With the day the twins were getting busy. While I experienced my very first spanking, events where unfolding.
When another man asked what the zippers where for, the twins calmly and excessively explained any customer could buy to open them once until the end of the day, enabling new options. They went through the zippers, two for my breasts with the new option to grope them, pinch them, lick them or suck on them for further money, one for my crotch, one for my anus. Despite the cheapest zipper was one thousand bucks, they sold immediately, resulting in several hands and mouths getting busy with my money. Because I was busy with all the sensation flowing through my body, I coulnd't count our revenue, but it must have been big already. I felt like a whore, but I comforted myself it was just for one day and for a good cause, a phrase that my ears had to bear dozens of times by the most excited customers, reasoning their actions against their conservative morals. Men were men, and the twins had known that.
Time had passed while dozens of hands groped me everywhere, slapped, fingered and pinched me, occasionally interrupted my some licks and sucks. It was impossible to tell how many men I had serviced so far. But from all I could still recognize beyond the busy noises of lust by me and my customers, the twins and me made big cash. Besides my arousal and seemingly infinite prurience my excitement was beyond anything I knew. So many men had already opened their wallets just to get a piece of me for a brief moment. No question, I totally turned them on and let them get off. Somehow I was also glad about the fact that our stand was crowded with paying customers. This way chances somebody could recognize my person in this outfit were low.
The signal of my bladder had increased. Now it pushed through all other sensations. I had held it as long as I could now. Though I tried to communicate my need, nobody had recognized something else then me resisting and struggling against the heavy grips on me. It had only turned them on and provoked jokes on me. So I had no other choice to let it go. Though all that I had gone through until now, I felt deeply embarrassed. I just stood blinded, in front of strange adult men, my breasts and genitals exposed, and my pee dropped right on the ground beneath me. The laughter were louder now. Encouraged by the twins the crowd applauded, which made me feel even more embarrassed. When I heard the typical phone confirmation sounds of photo apps and a comment on a future video upload to Pornhub, the twins hurried to collect money for photo and video licenses. Fortunately my face was covered with the blindfold and my huge gag.
Part 3
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