BDSM Exhibition Fantasy With A Golden Shower Part 2
Master holds the leash as I walk obediently behind him with my head bowed low. My eyes stare at the floor and do not meet the gaze of anyone else. We slowly walk around the room. Everyone has their eyes on us, but mostly me. I know they’re staring because they mutter “slut, tramp, whore,” and other foul names that make my pussy wet.
After our slow prance around the room, we come to a stop dead center so everyone has a good view.
Master makes me squat low, spreading my knees far apart so everyone can see my pussy through the stretched-out white cotton panties. He knows I still have more pee in my bladder so he makes me urinate in front of all these people. Slowly my white panties turn yellow around my pussy and I have a puddle between my bare feet.
In one swift motion Master pulls out his huge, hard cock. He lets a fresh stream of piss soak my shirt then he arches upward to cover my face and hair. I know I have to open my mouth so I can catch some of it.
Master loves when I swallow his piss.
Some jeers and whispers fill my ears from the onlooking crowd. My shirt, my panties, my hair, and my face are soaking wet. Strands of hair cling to my skin and my nipples are all but completely exposed despite the once-white t-shirt.
That’s when he knows I’m ready for his cock. But I’m not worthy enough for him to fuck me in front of our audience so he shoves his cock down my throat so I can gag on his precum and piss.
I choke as he pushes it balls deep down my throat. Cheers come from our audience as he starts face-fucking me. I can feel my face turning red. I’m sure I’m drooling but I can’t tell because of how wet my face already is. The smell of Master’s piss fills the room.
Even as I worship his cock, I know he isn’t done humiliating me just yet. While his cock is still deep in my throat, he gives a push and yet another stream is loosed. It’s hot as it shoots down my throat. I gag again and almost make it come out, but for my Master, I hold it together.
I want to please him.
More catcalls come from the crowd. They say things like “drink it, you naughty little slut” and “take that cock like the whore you are.” Master joins in on the name-calling and fucks me harder.
Soon after, with a groan, he pulls out his cock just in time to cum all over my face.
There I sit in the middle of the room surrounded by strangers feeling used, degraded, and humiliated. But I can’t wait for the next time Master and I play together. He might even stick his cock inside my yearning pussy. Maybe this public display of submission has proven my worthiness for it.
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