Monster market (II)

After not much convincing, the rest of the monsters at the market got you to repeat your one-time-only kissing booth. Apparently, you were easily convinced because it just took you two random questions and one enthusiastic monster to agree. Deep down you knew it wasn't because of the monsters, it was because of you. You couldn't stop thinking about how many tongues were shoved in your mouth, how many textured lips and roaming hands grabbed your shoulders and your neck... You couldn't stop imagining all the monster's attention you'd get. But this time, you wanted to take it a step further. You wanted them to be able to touch you.

You set the booth like very other morning, but instead of the usual "fresh bread" you wrote "willing human". At first, nobody noticed, but after a couple hours, the demon in the next booth stared at the words and jumped over the counter. She grabbed you by the waist and hauled you to her body. Her tongue was inside your mouth instantly, her roaming hands groping your ass and leaving you breathless and needy, heat pooling inside your panties already. She took her sweet time with you, and by the time she was done, you were hot and bothered, and there was a line of monsters behind her, waiting impatiently and screaming at her to let go so they could have a turn.

Before you realized there were hands and tusks, horns and claws... With every monster that passed by you, you became more and more desperate, humping their legs as they pinched your nipples. Whining as they groped your ass. At some point, somebody tore your clothes, but you didn't care. There were three monsters surrounding you as they touched and poked and probed every single part of your body. Some roaming fingers found your pussy, and you couldn't figure out to whom they belonged to.

A monster finger fucked you right there, a chorus of cheers around you as you rode your orgasms over some random minotaur fingers, as an orc sucked your nipples and a mothman shoved his tongue so far down your throat you could feel it everywhere.

When the market closed, they left you sprawled over the counter, pussy dripping with your juices and head empty because of the pleasure. You had bite marks and hickeys all over, and you were on cloud nine. You had made so much money you could close for a week. But you wouldn't do that. Your kissing booth was now a groping booth, and you couldn't be happier about it.