I bet it was a picture. My bare ass and pussy hanging lewdly from the makeshift timber wall he had constructed. My legs and arms trapped inside the holes, handcuffed to the steel bar with no way to extract them, no way to stop it happening. The small leather shelves that supported my thighs obscenely splaying my legs apart. My head secured to the wall with a band, restricting my movement, forcing me to look through a hole at the blank monitor.
I felt him caress my ass, running his fingers into the crevice and across my holes. He stopped and inserted two fingers into my cunt, thrusting into the wetness. Then he was gone.
The stillness allowed me to ponder my dilemma. Did I really want to be fucked silly by so many guys? The video we watched, a month since, of the brothel where women’s parts were exposed for using had excited me. He knew immediately it turned me on, my pussy giving me away by squirting its nectar across his erect cock as he thrust it deep inside me. We chatted about the idea and before long he had arranged it with the local sex shop. We could use the cinema room which would allow all the punters access to me. I came back to today and through the hole I could see the tube, which would fill with coins as each punter deposited his fee, and the clock displaying the time 3.05.
The monitor flickered into life and I saw my ass hanging there. The A4 hand written sign above it
PUSSY 1 TOKEN ASS 2 TOKENS
FREE TO LICK.
TOKENS AVAILABLE FROM DESK.
I saw a guy approach on the grainy picture. I recognised him as the owner of the shop who had helped my husband lift me into position, his hands touching my pussy as he had positioned me on the shelf. I watched now as he dropped his trousers. His erect cock stuck out from his body and I saw him roll the condom down its length. I felt him rub it against my labia before he pushed inside me and started to thrust, his hands holding the sides of my hips. It wasn’t long before he came and I felt him withdraw. I looked at the clock: 3.17.
The first coin dropped into the tube, clattering its way to the bottom and I watched as another cock was being prepared. It slid into my wet hole and hammered away. I felt a little more relaxed and my body started to react to his rhythm. I watched as he leant forward onto my back and felt his cock throb as he filled the condom with his seed.
The movie on the big screen behind me had started and I wondered if the flickering screen was illuminating the sign and my ass. I could hear the sound track with a woman moaning, it all added to the situation, that here I was being gang banged into a dirty slut in a sleazy back street sex shop.
God… I loved it.
He pulled out of my wet pussy and walked out of camera range. I saw an old man looking at my ass and felt his hands wandering across my buns. He removed his cloth cap and I saw him bury his face and balding head into my crack. His tongue touched my anus and I jumped a little. He ran it between my holes, giving me great sensations. He concentrated on my pussy entrance, gently tickling the folds of skin concealing the entrance, though I expected that after two cocks its was gaping open. I felt the beginnings of an orgasm rising inside me and soon I shook as he brought me to a climax. I opened my eyes to see him pull away from me and lick his lips. He smiled into the camera and winked as he replaced his dirty cap onto his sparsely populated head of hair. I looked at the clock: 3.48.
It was three cocks later that I saw a woman approach. I watched intently as she rubbed my breasts and tweaked at my nipples. I felt her hand between my legs and I moaned out loud as she caressed my clitoris.