"Please! Please! I'm begging you!!"
Depending on what time you arrived, that plea could either have been a desperate cry for anyone to let her come, or a tortured scream for the orgasms to cease.
It all began with a simple suggestion.
"How about we use me to draw people in."
The rest of the group weren't sure what Veronica had meant, however when she explained the idea further, they were all on board. It had been a long time since this group of friends had attempted to raise money for their college dormitory. Though even the last event, selling erotic artwork, had proven unfruitful in trying to make enough to upgrade their common room facilities.
Having done some modelling shoots recently, Veronica had built up a little following at the college. She thought it would be a good idea to use her rising allure to entice people to come to the event. Keeping things under the radar, the group had been able to host some very sexual parties in the past; this would be no different. Veronica reasoned that there would be many people in the college who would pay good money just to touch and fondle her. While her friends agreed with her that all patrons must remain fully clothed, they certainly had bigger ideas for the event -- and for Veronica.
When the night came, while wearing her favourite lingerie and restrained to the central common room chair, Veronica was almost shaking with excitement. She had fantasised so often about being the centre of voyeurism and public play -- this was a dream come true. Before it began, her friends blindfolded her; Veronica was now a prisoner to her fantasies and her heightened sense of touch. With her wrists and ankles secured to the chair, she was free to give in to her desires.
For $5 every person had up to five minutes to touch, caress and grope her. The thought of being so exposed while all of these people were free to explore every inch of her body with little restraint kept Veronica sizzling with excitement. Once she felt fingertips tracing along her skin she instantly sighed with delight; merely the anticipation and her fantasies already had her wet with arousal. With the blindfold, she had no idea who may have been touching her, whether a man, a woman, a stranger or somebody she knew. All she knew was that every touch was intended to elicit a little moan of pleasure. Her thighs, her sensitive pussy, her neck, her waist, her cleavage, her breasts, her achingly stiff nipples... so many places for those eager hands to tantalise. Every little touch, pinch, stroke and tweak made Veronica writhe in the seat, wonderfully helpless as the pleasure was piled on. She couldn't keep up with each sensation, each individual touch amassed to one sweeping motion of ecstasy -- each single facet coming together for a single purpose -- like an orchestra of arousal.
First there was the anticipation, then the longing, then the arousal, and then came the frustration. Every time it seemed as if the multiple clawing hands, exploring fingers and massaging palms were working in unison towards Veronica's crescendo, they slowed down and then stopped. Five minutes was no time at all, just enough to bring her to a pinnacle, making her moan and rock her hips as a signal that their touches were having the desired effect, then stopping -- ready for the next in line. She began to get more vocal, until finally she needed to start begging. The only responses came from her friends, every time telling her, "No!"
