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inexperience ringing out," he said, doing little to put me at ease. "But I care not. We're going to demonstrate that our lust, our - " Love? I expected him to keep going, but something dwelt in his mind there too. "You are mine, Marci, and that's all we need to show them. You will love it."
    His thick hands started to push down my panties, keeping my body straight and narrow because he demanded it. My eyes closed in shame, as they saw what I didn't want them to see. But I couldn't hide forever, and closing my eyes didn't really hide me anyway. I took a big gulp of air and opened them. The onlookers were all staring, all enjoying my body for everything that it was.
    I spent hours in the spa today. Even with every beauty treatment done to me, I still couldn't get past the fact that I was a commoner, not one of them, but instead someone dressed up and pretending to be so. But they were captivated. Perhaps it was Tyson's presence rubbing off on me, or -
    "They're taken by your beauty, Marci. Envy. All of them. The women wish they were still as young and pretty as you. All the men wish they could have you. We are far from done inspiring such emotions."
    Lost to the obscenity of the scene, I responded the only way I knew how. "Uh huh."
    Tyson stood in front of me, his eyes staring down onto mine, his body offering me temporary cover from the the crowd. He kissed me again, his tongue plunging in, urging mine to follow. Not for long as he departed, kissing down my form to my neck, my chest, my breasts which he took in an incredible suck that forced my head to fall back, a moan escaping my lips. I struggled to remain standing under his assault, another tongue lashing on the opposite breast before the rain of kisses resumed.
    Hands massaged down my back, towards my ass, his fingers caressing both cheeks fully. As his fingers explored my backside, his lips enjoyed the front of me. Kisses down my abdomen, into my valley, Tyson dropping to one knee before me. Even as his tongue started to slither where I wanted it most, my pussy dripping with wetness, I felt like I was being used.
    Usually when a man plunges his tongue into a woman's folds as delicately as Tyson was, it was a rare form of submission. That he was dedicating himself entirely to another's pleasure. The way he was doing it, though, he wasn't serving me. No, the opposite. His licks tickled every bit of my tender folds, poking into my sex, wetting my clit. He was focused, and so driven at the act, and I trembling, the pleasures making their way through my body.
    This was because he demanded it. He wasn't doing this because I wanted him to. It was because I was his - his to taste, his to enjoy, his to make come and melt into his will. I was his plaything, and nothing brought him greater pleasure then the moans of the toy he was showing off to his friends.
    The eyes of the billionaires were locked on me, even as arm candy and servants were stripped bare and served the ones who had purchased them this evening. The  most powerful men and women in world gazed at me, and took in the sight of my raw sexuality being displayed.
    All while Tyson did his damnedest to make sure I didn't care, that I would tremble with the threat of a fantastic orgasm. A swift and delicate tongue slithered into my sensitive sex. His hands ran up the back of my thighs. I stood petrified, blankly waiting for the train of bliss to hit me, yearning for it, begging for it. "Oh - Oh - My - " I stammered out.
    It hit and I crumbled, my legs unable to hold any longer. But he was there to catch me, as he swiftly stood, a finger sliding into my pussy, tickling my clit. He sought to drag out those pleasures, make me moan his name, and sing his praises. With my blurred vision, I could only see his grin. The sounds of my pleasure were a symphony to him.
    Over his shoulder, I watched the crowd. They had watched me come - something so intimate, something so private. If I hadn't enjoyed it so much I'd have died of