Robin was waiting for me two streets and an alley over, in a corner far enough from the temple and deep enough into the poorest area that not only would we not be recognized, but there weren't likely to be a whole lot of hardcore believers around. He grabbed me as soon as I was in reach and kissed me, short and perfunctory before locking eyes on my tits, riding high and firm, barely confined by the tight neckline of my dress. He grabbed one and bent his mouth to it, and by the hoots and hollers around us I could tell we were starting to attract attention. This was how we had been getting started recently, for he knew I wanted to be a virgin on my wedding day and couldn't go too far in the wide-open streets. It was mostly men and brothel girls in this area and the men crowded in, remarking lewdly to Robin that he shouldn't stop there. It was exciting for them, seeing a man dressed in expensive clothing with his mouth on a girl who was clearly not a lady of the night, like watching the king take the queen in full view of the court. That was said to happen every now and again, but gutter rats like this would hardly get the chance to enjoy the spectacle.
Robin lifted my skirts high enough that I felt the draft around my knees and the hooting took on a wolfish tone. His other hand left my tit and found the lacing of my overskirt, working against my back until the knots were undone, the laces loosened, and the dark red brocade fell to the ground. It took less than a moment- he was very practiced- and the hooting turned to moaning. My golden satin underdress was next but Robin knew to string it along, let it slide down my body like the oily gazes of the lustful men, pooling and clinging where and how it wanted to. On every side trousers were bulging and straining, and by the time the underdress was also in the dust several of the men had released their burdens and hands went to work. Some of the brothel girls filtered into the crowd, offering the assistance of their own hands, mouths, and more, and gold began to flow.
It was all the excitement I needed and I covered my now barely-concealed tits, desire beginning to pool between my legs as I turned to tell Robin I wanted to find a room for him to pleasure me as he always did. He caught my lips in another kiss, one hand darting downward and squeezing my inner thigh through the thin cotton of my undergarments. I leaned away but his mouth followed me and his other hand was working on the lacings of my corset.
"Robin, that's-" I gasped, finally free of his lips, but he wound his hand into my hair and jerked my head back, cutting off my air midsentence and leaving me gasping and choking. My corset was looser than before and he grabbed the back and yanked it away from my body unmercifully. The lacings held but stretched and he had enough room to raise it off me like taking a mold away from a cake. He had to let go of my hair to do it and I tried to get away but he caught me by the wrists, pulling them back behind me as he perched his knee against my spine, forcing me to arch forward in a wanton pose that showed off my tits and flat stomach to the masturbating men. They moaned and shouted, urging him on as he pulled me back to him. I fought, desperate to escape, sure he would see that this was going too far, and he reached up and pulled my chemise down, revealing my bare tits to the sun and the much hotter gazes of the lustful vermin.
Several reached forward, roughly squeezing and pulling in the most obscene ways and I cried out in pain, struggling for all I was worth. It did no good- Robin was far stronger than me- and he bore me to the ground, the men and their hands following. The brothel girls had unwittingly created a bit of a barrier around me, having already lain on their backs or crouched on all fours for their spontaneous clients, and when Robin sat me up against him most could not follow. The few who could groaned as one, some coming onto the pavestones, as he forced me to spread my legs, my chemise skirt bunched up around my waist. My pussy was exposed, wet and wanting, and two hands reached me, one rubbing hard and rough on my clit and the other inserting a finger into the tight entrance. I was a virgin despite all Robin had tried to do doing our preceding liaisons and just a single knuckle of the man's index was all it took to make me scream in protest, tears coming to my eyes. He grinned and laughed but Robin pulled me back, ripping the chemise away and casting it into the dust on top of my other pieces of clothing.
"You can have her after if you help me get her now!" he shouted to the two men, releasing his own huge, hard cock above me as he shoved me down beneath him. I was on my stomach, pleading through my tears, but two men signaled their assent by crawling forward, one spreading me against the expensive fabrics and patches of dirty street stone until my legs were so far apart I cried out again. The other came forward to my upper body and held me down then sandwiched his hand between the ground and my tits, rubbing and twisting as his mouth caressed my ear, narrating his disgusting thoughts in between licks and nibbles. Robin spat once, twice, and I felt his warm, slimy gobs of mucus against the cheeks of my ass, sliding down into the chasm between them. Robin rubbed his spit into my asshole and leaned forward until I could feel the tip of his cock against my puckered hole, pressing down hard until I knew that if he so much as shifted his weight his gigantic member would violate me.
"I want you to beg, bitch," he ordered, and I blubbered out something incoherent as the man abusing my tits laughed and spat on my face.
