It was strangely liberating. Melody couldn’t relate to the men groping her as people – they were nothing but hands. So, she could abandon herself utterly to the pure sensation of being touched. And yet, she was perfectly aware that she, formerly-shy Melody, was standing virtually naked in an adult bookstore letting at least three totally unknown men grope her while others looked on. The thought brought a wicked smile to her lips as she luxuriated in the feeling of being touched and lusted after. Her skin tingled, and every caress seemed to send her arousal spiralling higher.

One of the hands which had been groping her thigh withdrew. Melody glanced down at the corresponding hole and saw a long, hard cock being slowly thrust through the wall. The anonymous hand and arm replaced by an equally anonymous prick, jutting into the room and pulsing gently in time with its owner’s heartbeat.

She stared at it, licking her lips and studying it intently. Shifting to one side, she let her hips brush against the shaft, feeling the heat of it through her skin. Melody loved the thought of this unknown man getting so hard for her. Her Master’s instruction to keep her hands clasped above her head was a maddening frustration. She wanted so badly to reach down and...

“Touch it.” The beep of her phone startled her as the message popped up on the screen. Melody smiled to herself, loving the fact that he knew her desires so well. She reached down to circle the fingers of her right hand around the cock, feeling it twitch in her grasp as she squeezed it. So hard, she thought to herself. Gripping it firmly, Melody started to slide her hand up and down the shaft. She heard a masculine groan of pleasure through the wall behind her, and smiled to herself.

Then, it was her turn to moan as the hand at her crotch pulled her panties to one side, and she felt fingers pushing roughly into her pussy.