Exploited For Charity

My friend, Krista, roped me into volunteering for the Charity Fair. I didn't want to do it, but what the hell? It was for charity.

They needed people to run booths where people played games. Most of the good choices got picked pretty quickly.

Krista described one listed as "throwing water balloons at a girl dressed like a ship masthead." The idea was that a pretty girl in a skimpy bikini would stick her head and body out of a plywood board painted to look like the bow of a ship, so she looked like one of the wooden statues of a beautiful woman that old sailing ships had at the front. People would pay $1 to throw a water balloon at the girl from about 20 feet away, like waves crashing over the ship. They did it last year, and it was popular with the guys, and they made a lot of money for charity.

Krista thought that I would be perfect for it. She said that I had the figure for it, and she whispered in my ear, "I know you like to be tied up!"

I blushed and wished I had kept that little personal secret to myself!

I reluctantly agreed. We got my boyfriend, Paul, to help out.

We first had to get the old backboard and the rest of the booth they used last year out of storage. It was a pretty good painting but needed a touch-up in a few places. It had a hole for my body to squirm through, but it was tight. If I had any bigger hips, there was no way I would be able to get in. Krista tried and didn't fit, so we would not be able to trade off. I would have to do it the whole time.

We hulled the booth parts to where they needed to be and spent most of the day setting them up. It was hard, sweaty work. Paul was a huge help.

At last, it was ready for me to crawl into it. Krista pulled shut the curtains that covered the front of the booth and the little area in the back so it would be a little more private.

While Krista and the guys watched, I squirmed until just the top half of my body stood out the front, and my ass and legs were out the back. There was a little padding, so it didn't hurt at all. It just kind of felt weird to be bent over that way. A wooden board slid down in the back and closed the hole so it just fit around my waist. I noticed that there would be no way for me to get out without help.

Krista pulled my wrists behind me, so they went through two small holes. I had to reach through and grab two metal bars. Paul and Krista found two more boards that fit around the wrist holes, so they locked my wrists into place, and I couldn't move at all!

It felt erotic and kinky to be bound and bent over like that. The way I bent over exposed my cleavage to anyone looking. If I had a low-cut shirt, they would see right down it. Krista was right; I liked to be tied up.

Paul was in no hurry to let me out. He kept me in there while Krista started talking about something or other.

While Krista was chatting away, Paul was on the other side of the board. I felt his hand on my leg. The hand started to move up between my legs.

I tried not to react and keep talking to Krista, but I felt Paul on the other side run his fingers under my shorts and finger me. I was soaking wet.

I pretended that nothing was going on and kept talking with Krista when, but I could feel Paul unbutton my pants and pull them down to my ankles. Was he going to screw me in front of my friend?

I gasped a little when Paul slid his dick into me. I was so wet it went in on the first stroke.

Krista realized that something was going on. She grinned and whispered to me. "Is he screwing you?" She asked.

I just nodded, unable to speak.

Krista kept talking, pretending she didn't notice, but I wasn't paying attention to what she said. Paul kept slowly stroking his dick in and out of me.

I was breathing harder, responding to him. I couldn't believe that he was doing this to me in front of my best friend!

Krista had one hand down the front of her pants. She was touching herself!

I heard myself panting. I knew that I was getting close. I watched Krista's fingers move in her shorts and wondered who would cum first Krista, Paul, or me?

Krista kept up her banter about people that we knew while she reached under my shirt and cupped one of my breasts! Her other hand was still down her pants, frigging away.

My nipples were hard, like two little buttons. I moaned.

She brought her hand out of her pants so she could touch me. Her fingers felt slippery and smelled like her pussy. The scent filled my head and made me dizzy.

Krista whispered in my ear that it would be hot if we got Paul to fuck me during the fair while guys were throwing water balloons at me, but we would have to be sneaky so no one found out! She asked me if that sounded like fun.

My eyes opened wide. I tensed up, straining against the bounds, as my orgasm exploded over me. My whole body convulsed. It was a good one and lasted a long time.

I finally relaxed and watched Krista close her eyes and bring herself to her climax. She looked different than guys do when they come. Paul always looks goofy when he has an orgasm, but Krista looked radiant and smiled as her body shook.

Paul was still fucking me while she stood there, panting and watching me. She grinned and whipped off her hands.

Krista asked me if I thought we could get Paul to go along and screw me during the fair? I whispered back that I didn't think that would be a problem. The hound dog was always up for sex. I wasn't sure how I felt about it. I should have objected, but I didn't.

I felt Paul come in me. Krista and I kept pretending to talk while he pulled up my underwear and shorts and came back around. I grinned at him. Krista and I pretended that she didn't notice that he screwed me right in front of her.

Later that night, he asked me about it, and I just told him that he kind of made it hard for me to keep up my end of the conversation, but when she gets going, Krista can talk enough for both of us. As long as someone was listening, she would just keep talking. He believed me when I told him Krista didn't notice a thing!

Then, Paul suggested it would be fun to do it during the fair! That's the same thing that Krista wanted me to do! I pretended I was reluctant, but secretly, the idea of people watching me without knowing I was having sex was a huge turn-on. Krista was right. I did like to be watched.

The only problem was that Paul had to work that morning and couldn't go over with us. But he was going to get off work early.

He was worried that if Krista saw him, he would make him help work the front of the booth and not get a chance to fool around with me. He thought that maybe he should go right to the back of the booth first so we could have our fun, and then he would help out collecting tickets.

I almost told him he didn't have to worry about that, but I didn't want to tell him that Krista and I were already planning to cover for us. But I thought it would be more fun to let him think it was his idea.

Fair Day

The morning of the fair, Krista picked me up early. I wore my skimpy yellow bikini. It doesn't cover much, and Krista agreed that the guys would love it and donate a lot of money to charity. I wore my street clothes over it until we got to the booth.

I told Krista about Paul's plan to fool around before helping out at the booth, and Krista loved it. She said that it sounded like fun, and I was going to get a shock when he started touching me.

When we got to the fairgrounds, we had to sit through a short training talk, mostly about how to handle the tickets. We would just collect tickets because they don't trust us with actual money.

After the talk, it was time to get ready. Krista whistled as I stripped off the baggy clothes over my bikini. I gave her a dirty look, and then I had a wicked idea and asked Krista if I should surprise Paul when he came over and go bottomless? Krista loved the idea. I stripped off my bikini bottoms and climbed into the hole in the plywood backboard where I would be stuck for the next 4 hours.

Krista locked me down tight. She pulled my arms back behind me and locked my wrists into place, then even spread my ankles apart and locked them, too! I was even more tightly bound than I was yesterday. I realized the view she must have had of my stretched open privates! I felt very vulnerable, especially in such a public place. I was having second thoughts about doing this. When she finished, Krista smacked my ass, making me jump. Her fingers drifted lower and gave me a quick feel between my legs. I yelped, and she laughed.

Krista said she would ensure I was ready for "anything." I felt her pour something slippery on my ass, then slide a finger in my rear! I had never had anything back there before. It didn't hurt. Her finger just slid right in, but it felt really weird. She worked another finger in with the first until I begged her to stop.

Mark, Krista's boyfriend, came by. Krista said that he would help out until Paul got here. It was weird being tied up and almost naked in front of Krista's boyfriend, with my ass all goopy with the stuff Krista put there. It didn't help that they kissed for several minutes right in front of me like I wasn't even there.

I felt totally exposed and hoped that Paul would get there soon. All I could think about was sex and how good it would feel for Paul to fuck me. It was driving me insane!

Krista showed Mark the booth we built. I heard them walk around the back. I was unsure but thought I heard the curtain open and a breeze on my hind side. Was Krista showing her boyfriend my naked ass? How much could he see? I knew that I was pretty exposed back there. But the way I was bound, I just couldn't tell. Surly Krista wouldn't let her boyfriend see my spread-open pussy! But then, I realized that Krista probably would.

Finally, it was time to open up. People walked by and ogled me. My skimpy bikini barely covered my breasts, and I could feel them swinging gently as I fidgeted in my constraints. The way I was bent over, guys could look right down between them. I felt like I was complexly exposed, and If only they knew that my ass and pussy were naked and waving in the breeze just on the other side of a curtain!

Finally, a young guy, kind of cute, put down his dollar and got three water balloons. He was maybe 20 feet away and hit me right in the face with the first balloon! It burst open, and I was shocked at how cold the water was! He threw two more hits and soaked my face and chest with cold water. At least it was a warm day!

The booth was popular. Guys, young and old, bought the balloons and threw them at me. Some balloons missed, but most hit me right on the face or chest. With my arms held behind me, there was nothing that I could do to dodge or catch them.

I went along with it and even taunted the good-looking guys.

After a while, Mark got bored and left to look around the fair, leaving Krista to staff the booth. I wanted to ask her to put my bikini bottoms back on, but we had a steady stream of customers and never got a chance.

Eventually, I realized that one reason that I was so popular was that if the guys hit my chest just right, the balloon would burst and fill my bikini top with water, pushing it aside and showing the guys even more than I thought. The guys kept throwing the balloons harder, trying to get my boobs to pop out. The things I do for charity!

The water was cold, and it made my nipples shrivel up like little bullets.

I wondered when Paul would get there when I felt a cool breeze on my backside, like someone pulled the curtain aside. Then I felt someone touch my rear and run a hand up my thigh. I wasn't sure if it was Paul or not. It could have been Mark, or anyone else for that matter. I felt his dick slide around my pussy, get wet, and the head of his dick pushed in. Just then, someone threw another balloon burst over my face and breasts. It was a good thing because no one noticed my look of surprise when my unseen lover slid into me!

I couldn't tell if it was Paul or not. He seemed about the same size as Paul, but maybe not as wide. Or perhaps it just seemed that way the way I was bent over. I couldn't be sure, but he felt longer than I was used to. It felt good!

He lasted longer than I expected. The whole time, I sputtered as strangers threw cold water balloons at me. It was a secret thrill that so many people were watching me, and they didn't know it!

He pulled out, then I felt the head of his dick press against my ass! I tried to clench to keep it out, but I was still slippery from Krista's oil. He pressed harder, and it slithered in!

The crowd watching me laughed at my expression, thinking I was surprised by a particularly good water balloon hit. I couldn't believe that I was getting ass fucked in front of a crowd of people!

Krista gave me a funny look and asked me with her eyes if I was getting screwed? I just nodded back, and she had a big grin as she collected tickets from the eager guys.

I felt the dick in my ass tense up and cum right up my rectum, then pull out, leaving my ass empty and drippy.

I expected Paul to pop his head around the front of the booth to say hello and gloat over ass fucking me in public, but after 10 minutes, he still didn't show, and I wondered if it had been him after all? Did some stranger screw me? Maybe it has been Krista's boyfriend, Mark, or one of his friends? They were always leering at me. I hoped that it wasn't one of them.

I tried not to think about it and was busy with plenty of water balloons. The booth was popular, and the crowd watching me was pretty big. I smiled and let guys hit me with balloons and tried not to think too much about who might have just fucked me!

Then, I felt another guy behind me! This time, I knew it wasn't Paul because this guy was a LOT wider than I was used to. He stretched me out pretty good and fucked me pretty hard.

I wondered who it could be. If it wasn't Paul, maybe Mark? I tried to remember if Krista ever mentioned that he had a big dick. Was some total stranger fucking me?

I had never had a guy with a dick that thick before, and I LIKED it.

My eyes glazed over, and I focused on the feeling of the thick dick when it finally happened. Someone hit me with a balloon so hard that both of my boobs popped out of my bikini top!

I came right then and there. I felt the cold air on my wet, hard nipples, and I heard the cheers of all of the guys watching me. I felt so helpless and degraded that it sent me right over the edge, and I came and came HARD.

I was out of it for a few seconds, but when I came back to my senses, I could feel both of my breasts pop over the top of my bikini, and there were probably a hundred guys watching me and cheering. Whoever was fucking me started coming, and it felt like he shot a gallon of spunk into me!

I smiled for my audience while Krista came over and pulled my top back over my breasts. She couldn't control her laughing. I felt him pull out, and I felt his seed run down my legs.

It wasn't long after the guy with the big dick finished and left that yet another unknown guy slid his dick into me. This guy was more normal-sized and fucked both my pussy and ass. I wondered if I should scream rape, but how would I explain that I only did it after two other guys fucked me? "Yes, officer, I let the first two guys do me, but I draw the line at three!" I felt him cum deep in my ass.

I started to worry about what I would say if Paul finally did show up and found my used, drippy mess of a cunt. It would be kind of hard to deny that I had screwed someone else!

Worse, my top was getting stretched out, and it was getting easier for my boobs to pop out. It happened again, and Krista tucked me back in after letting the audience get a good look.

Fair Security Goons

The third time my tits popped out, a man and a woman wearing shirts that said "Security" stepped forward before Krista could fix my top. They apologized to the audience and told them they would close the booth!

They waved the audience off and told Krista that she was to report to the main office. Krista knew she was busted and walked off, looking down at her feet.

I was in a near panic! I was essentially naked with my bare ass and my tits still hanging out. Now, my friend was gone, and I was all alone!

It got worse. The man pulled the front curtains closed. Then the woman told me, "I didn't need these anymore," and undid my bikini top. I felt my breasts fall free.

The woman used a digital camera to take pictures of me bent over and my naked tits! She handed the camera to the guy and told him to go around back and collect more "evidence." The guy had a smirk on his face as he went out.

I was dying of embarrassment! I knew that he was going to take pictures of my spread-open pussy and ass! My face burned red.

The security woman watched my discomfort without comment while her partner documented my shame. Finally, I felt him release the boards that kept my legs, arms, and torso trapped.

When the guy came back to the front, he handed the camera back to the woman. She ordered me to crawl out.

I felt their eyes on me as I crawled out of the hole, completely naked, and stood in front of them. This was much worse than before. At least then, there was a false sense of modesty. Now, I could look down and see my trimmed pubic hair and feel male spunk drip down my legs. The two security guards smirked as they watched me.

My clothes were nowhere to be found. I tried to cover myself with my hands, one hand covering my pussy and the other arm over my breasts.

They made me stand and wait while they looked through the photos.

The woman giggled. "The pictures came out great! You can clearly see cum dripping out of both of the sluts holes! They will make great evidence!" She said.

I looked at the floor and felt my face turn dark red.

Then she started lecturing me.

She asked me what had happened to my pants, and I stammered as I explained that I wanted to surprise my boyfriend. Then, I had to admit that, yes, I intended to have sex in front of an audience. It sounded terrible, even to me. It sounded awful.

She asked me to explain how I let at least five men have sex with me.

I tried to explain that there were only three of them!

The woman looked at me with scorn. "Three?" She asked in disbelief. "You fucked three guys in public? So, it was more than just your boyfriend, then. Or are they all your boyfriend? Are you some kind of sex addict or something?" She demanded.

I had to admit that it was more than my boyfriend and I didn't know who they were.

The guy told me that the police had zero tolerance for lewd behavior at the fair, and I was going to be arrested for putting on a public sex show and might even go to jail and registered as a sex offender. I wouldn't ever be allowed to go within 5 miles of a school!

I started to cry. I stood there naked, trying to cover my pubic hair, and sobbed. I thought about the public shame and having to face my family and friends.

The woman said that they didn't have any choice. It was their job to report it. But there might be one other way, but I might not like it.

"What?" I asked. "Anything would be better."

"Well, it's no worse than what you have already done if you are interested." She began.

I eagerly nodded.

"Your little show made a couple of hundred bucks at most for charity. We have some donors that give a lot more than that." She explained. "One of our biggest donors saw your naked ass through the back curtain and offered to give a lot of money to the charity if he can be with you."

"You mean, like, have sex with me?" I asked. "If that's all it takes to stay out of jail, he can do me! Where, like at a hotel?"

"Not quite. The donor doesn't want anyone to see him with you. Not even you." She added.

"Then how?" I asked.