I cocked an eyebrow at Cindy when she asked me to put my hands behind my back, but I did cooperate with her, holding one wrist with the opposite hand. It was going to be inconvenient, but Cindy would really be the big loser, because my hands were mostly going to be working to give her the more pleasure.

Then, she told me what she wanted from me. I considered my words for a moment, and then replied, loud enough for the audience to overhear if they tried to, but quietly enough that they could avoid hearing if they wished, "I'm not a poet myself, Cindy. But just at the moment, I want to find a set of stocks somewhere and lock you up, in the middle of the central quad at Stanford, and fuck you senseless in front of the entire student body. And then let the entire student body use you as well, auctioning off each turn to benefit some worthy charity. And do it all on nationwide cable TV. But that's not going to happen."

Grinning at her, I went on, "So, right here and now, I want to take you, but not from behind, where I can't see your face well enough, but face to face, up against the wall, so that all of your patrons can get the best possible view of you, side on. I want to suck your tits, nibbling on them, rubbing them with my hands, and I want to kiss you for minutes at a time and let the rest of the world go by.

"And there won't be an auction, but I'll bet that I could get a line to form up to go after me, once I've slipped my cock into you and fucked you until you can only stand up straight with assistance from me. But that's what I want most of all -- to fuck you, and to cum inside of you. And, sometime, I'd like a real date."

Well, I'd challenged him, and he had answered clearly. He wanted to fuck me, and he wanted to dominate me, to make me his personal sex kitten that he could tie up, take as he wanted, and sell to the highest bidder. I was smouldering with desire for him, my lust mixing with a need to see if he could really make me his in such a complete way.

I smiled at his words, kissing his cockhead, licking the underside, then kissing my way down the underside of his shaft. I rolled my tongue around his balls, letting his cock rest on my cheek. I wasn't sure how to reply, but my curiosity was in control.

I took his cock in both hands, stroking it. I replied, loudly enough that others would hear, and know that I was up for his game, "I want you to fuck me and cum inside me. I want everyone here to see you take me and make me orgasm for you. I want everyone to see you moaning with pleasure at the feel of my pussy on your cock. But if you want that, you'll have to make me ready for this big cock. I've showed you what I can do with my mouth. Now let's see what you can do with your mouth."

I stood up, turning so that I faced the audience. Molly was standing, kissing the poet, her hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him. He was fondling her pussy. I wondered if they were going to fuck on stage. I hoped they would, so I could see him take her.

My stood next to me, fondling my pussy with one hand, allowing the room to watch his motions. I'd demanded that he pleasure me with his mouth, but I had no idea if he would comply. The mischevious glint in his eyes left me certain only that he had his own mind, and his own ideas. I found my hand still wrapped around his hard cock, stroking it almost subconsciously. I almost needed to pleasure him. I was already losing this game of control.

I licked my lips, glancing out, seeing Megan now on the same seat as Joe, straddling him, kissing him passionately. She still wore her skirt, but it was up around her hips, fabric falling down and only partially covering her ass. His hands were on her buttocks, controlling her motion as she rode up and down on his hard cock, fucking him. They were in public, but in the relative privacy of their clothing, and of the far more public display we were making on stage.

I asked my lover, "What charity would you sell me for?" The idea tantalized me, and I wanted to hear more.

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Thank you, sir, may I have another?

I entered the room slowly. The sound that I was hearing were not those of the Poet. The sounds where low moans. I use to be a regular here but what was going on upon the stage was anything but regular. My eyes never left the stage as I found a seat in the corner near the stage. I couldn't make out who they were, but the scene of naked flesh was a welcoming sight. The bare breast that the poet was sucking on was titalating. Her moans became louder as his hands went roaming across the nakedness of her frame. From craddling her tit to gliding down the taunt midsection till it found it home rubbing the clit the was sticking out from under its hood. His mouth sucked the nipple just as fast as his hand worked the clit. She must have seen me take this seat for she turned ever so slightly to give me a better view. The poet feeling her turn towards me glanced at me with a sly grin. Just then his fingers parted her lips to show me the pink pedals that glistened with her juices. Them he stuck a finger in her pussy enticing an even louder moan from her throat. Her head tilted back as he entered her with with another finger, the another. He didn't top until he had four fingers in her. I then realized the only reasons he kept his thumb out was to stroke the huge clit. I had never seen one so big. His hand moved faster his thumb moved faster. He return to suck on her nipples. her moans turned into crys of passion She was so close and the poet was doing every thing he could to get her the rest of the way. Just then she started shaking, the poets hand glistening with her juices continued to pump her. Boy I guess I pick the right day to hear some poetry.

As I waited for my lover to reply to my question, I heard the door open. I glanced over and saw Winston walking in. I hadn't seen him in here recently, but I remembered him. I'd noticed him often enough before.

I wondered if he'd ever noticed me. His eyes were on Molly as he sat down, watching the pleasure the poet was giving her. I returned my attention to my man, rolling my tongue around his cock again, silently urging him to speak, to tell me for what price he would auction me. But now part of my mind was on Winston, aware that he was behind me, that he was seeing me revealed in a way that he never had before. I'd always wanted him to see me this way. If possible, I was even more aroused than before...

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Thank you, sir, may I have another?

Another observer had come in, making things just that much more exciting. Or, perhaps, more than just a little bit, because Cindy seemed to recognize him. She desired him, I thought -- with luck they would make love tonight. But was this newcomer the sort of man to join in a nude sex show in public?

I hadn't lost track of Molly, either. The poet was making a show of fondling her on the stage, and, I hoped, was getting ready to take her then and there, in front of the crowd. That's certainly what I wanted to do to Cindy, and to Molly as well, but I only had one cock.

"For what charity?" I grinned at Cindy. "Perhaps for some free satellite sex channel for the shut-ins, so they can enjoy seeing this sort of thing too? We could make it some sort of benefit and get celebrities to participate. Or, if you're looking for something more conventional, a scholarship for students of English literature, particularly for aspiring poets. What do you say to that?"

As I spoke, I led Cindy, who thankfully still had her hand on my meat, back toward the countertop. I spread out my coat to make the cool counter both less chilly and a softer surface for her, using my rolled-up shirt for a pillow. I bade her to lie down on the countertop, plenty high enough for the audience to see, and moved to stand between her legs.

"I won't be using this lovely lady's mouth for the time being, since I won't be able to reach it," I said to the audience. "Perhaps one of you all might care to do something about that yourselves?"

And then I turned sideways from them, to bend down and begin eating out my lovely barrista.

My lover was turning out to be quite the gentleman! I lay comfortably atop the counter, looking around. It was funny, because less than an hour ago I'd been working at this counter, and now I was laying on it, nude, in a state of complete arousal.

A cable show for the under-sexed? It was a funny idea, and I smiled. Then, as I lay back, one high heel on the counter top, my other leg dangling down, I laid my head back and saw the tastefully concealed security camera always monitored the counter and nearby cash register. It's fish-eye lens would catch every moment that I lay here. It fed to a closed circuit recorder. I'd have to remember to get ahold of the tape...

My lover told everyone in the bar that my mouth would be unoccupied. I thought of Molly, of the poet, of Winston, of about a half dozen patrons, both male and female, who were in the shop at that moment. My hands went immediately to my breasts, squeezing them, as I let my imagination move around the room.

Then my lover lowered his mouth to my pussy and I lost the ability to focus on anything other than the incredible pleasure that he gave me. I moaned loudly, arching my back, feeling his tongue explore me, feeling his lips kiss me. I licked my lips, gasping with pleasure. And then I felt lips against mine, and I opened my eyes...

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Thank you, sir, may I have another?

The stage show was so interesting I didn't even see the other couple. I heard someone say, she has an open mouth that he was not using. It was then that I glanced around and saw a man placing a very naked woman on the bar. She was a beauty lying there on the counter top with her knees up to her chest. I then seen him bend down to open pussy lips with his tounge. She started moaning with delight feeling his tongue lashing at her cunt.
The thought then came to me, he said an unused mouth. Why not. I started talking my shirt off as I walked toward the counter. The hard on that I had from the stage show started throbbing even more the closer I got to them. Just as I got there, the first wave of an orgasm hit her. Her head swaying from side to side as she licked her parted lips.
I bent down and kissed her hard. The man between her legs, never stopping his assault on her with his tongue just gave a nod.
Her moans were now escaping into my mouth as I sucked on her tongue. My free hands were soon busy. One undoing the the jeans that were keeping my cock restrained, the other reaching out to fondle her tits.
My cock now being free I ended the kiss, I had other ideas for that moist moaning hole.