Groped in a booth and no way out
From Create Your Own Story
Status: Topless & Bound & Groped
The boy slowly takes his hands away from your tits. You can tell he doesn't want to, but he does, letting his fingers slide along your boob as he does. Then he reaches back in and pinches your nipples. He laughs when you moan in protest, all you can do with this gag in your mouth. "I like that they're real," you hear him say, his voice slightly muffled by the wall between you.
Nothing happens for a couple of minutes. Then another pair of hands reaches through the holes and starts fondlng your tits. Again, you try to pull away from the hands, but only manage to make your boobs bounce, probably increasing the boy's enjoyment. He takes his time, exploring every inch of your tits, squeezing them, pinching your nipples, and so on. You try to protest, try to ask him to stop, but only manage an unintelligible muffled moaning sound. He pays no attention to you, anyway.
Finally, his hands leave your boobs, only to be replaced almost immediately by another pair. This one has strong hands, and is rough. You continue to try to pull away, continue to try to protest, but are beginning to understand that this will do no good. You close your eyes and resolve not to look at the hands that are so crudely groping you.
You have no idea how long this goes on, or how many hands grope your big, firm tits; you very quickly lose count. You are only certain that, every time one boy finishes, another takes his place almost immediately, so you only have a few seconds between each pair of hands to prepare for the next pair. As this is happening, you can hear voices. You can't hear what anyone is saying, but it seems obvious to you that money is changing hands. The thought that teenage boys are paying, and probably paying well, to touch your tits makes you start to sob softly.
This goes on for a while, one boy after another groping and fondling your boobs, while you do your ineffectual best to stop them and wish you were somewhere, anywhere, else.
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