10 comments/ 111106 views/ 31 favorites Samantha's Secret Submission Ch. 01 By: SubmissiveVirginSlut I turned my back to the bar and scanned the dimly lit masses, looking for opportunities... namely, attractive men. My girlfriends ordered us strong, fruity drinks. We were all dressed in slinky, tight, low-cut outfits designed to lure and entice. I knew my black satin blouse dipped low, allowing anyone with the right vantage point to look down into my creamy cleavage. My short skirt and tall heels made my legs look long and lovely. My friend Michelle tapped me on the shoulder and handed me a green apple martini. "Any fish in the sea?" she laughed. I glanced back at the writhing crowd on the dance floor, flickering under the flashing red and blue lights. "Not yet, but with the way we are dressed, they'll find us." I flashed her an evil grin over my shoulder. I wasn't a slut. I'd never had a one night stand or anything. Never slept with a guy I didn't know fairly well. But I hadn't been with anyone for several months and was definitely looking for a "hook up" tonight. Not sex, but... everything else would be nice. As the evening wore on we danced, we drank. We were having a great time. My friend Laura was grinding on the dance floor with a sexy blonde guy with a cute ass. Michelle's dance partner was spinning and dipping her like a pro, making her flirty red dress flare out. I laughed as I caught sight of her black thong when her dress flew up. I looked around until I saw Amber making out against a wall. Her stud didn't seem to be any shyer than she was. His hand was under her shirt. I'd danced with several guys – great dancers, creepy molesters, bashful ones with two left feet – your typical mix. But I'd yet to find anyone that made my heart race. Then I felt someone's gaze on me. I looked around, sure that someone was looking at me. Finally I saw him. He was leaning against the bar. He was handsome, with dark, closely cropped hair, and a nice build from what I could tell. He was older. Much older than the guys I would usually be interested in. So I looked away, to show I wasn't interested. I searched the crowd for someone more my "type". But I felt his intense gaze on me. I glanced back at him to find him unmoved. He wore a half smirk on his face, but didn't smile when I looked over. I could feel his eyes travel over my body. I felt my nipples harden and knew they'd show through the smooth satin material. Maybe I should just dance with him, I thought. So I smiled at him an invitation and waited for him to approach me. And waited some more. He clearly was interested, but wasn't coming over. Did he expect me to come to him?! I looked away, in a silent power struggle. I'd let him dance with me but there was no way I was going to do the asking. His unwavering attention made me very aware of my body. My nipples ached and my chest rose and fell as my breathing deepened. I felt my stomach muscles tighten and my thighs grow hot. Damn! This guy was turning me on and I hadn't even talked to him! I should just suck it up and approach him. So I walked towards him, returning his steely stare. I pulled my shoulders back, swung my hips, tossed my auburn hair over my shoulder in an attempt to exude confidence. As I got closer, I felt the shock of his icy blue eyes. "Hi. Would you like to dance?" He finally smiled. "I would." His warm hand pressed against the small of my back as he led me to the dance floor. He smoothly turned me and pressed me to him. He moved us with the throb of the bass. I'm tall, but even with my sexy heels I had to look up into those piercing eyes. His hands slid down the black satin against my back to my hips. Our hips fit together perfectly as we rocked and swayed to the music. I could feel his erection against my stomach. It suddenly dawned on me that I was letting this older man press me against him without any objection. But as he pulled my body against his, I found myself arching my back and pressing my tits against his chest. I felt the vibration as he chuckled. When I looked up at him he said, "I knew you were an eager slut. I could see it in your eyes." Disgusted, I felt my face twist into an angry sneer and I tried to pull away. He tightened his grip on me, "Relax, babydoll. I meant that as a compliment." He let his hands drift to my ass. "I've been watching you all night. You've been looking for something, but you weren't quite sure what it was." I stopped pushing away, curious as to what he was getting at. "Oh really? And let me guess, what I've been looking for is a stud like you?" I laughed, "That's a new one, ace." He smiled knowingly, "No, let me guess. You've always been the good girl, the nice girl. You've had sex, great sex even, but something has always been lacking. And..." I'd opened my mouth to retort, but he brought a finger to my lips, "You've fantasized about being taken, ravaged. You want someone to take charge." His finger traced my mouth before moving over my chin, down my neck. It slid over my blouse to my left nipple, where it circled the erect nub slowly. I gasped in surprise. His eyes, which had followed his roaming finger, returned to mine. "Your body admits what I say is true." I sucked in air sharply when he pinched my nipple. "I'm offering to show you the side of yourself you've been holding back." He gave my tit a squeeze before bringing his hand up to cup my face. "You can submit to me, let out the slut you've been hiding." He rubbed his thumb over my mouth and I instinctually sucked the tip into my mouth. I breathed in suddenly as I became aware of my reaction. "And nobody needs to know but us." I was stunned silent. I'd never told anyone about my submissive fantasies. I was a strong, intelligent woman and would never admit to wanting to let a man take charge of me. How did he know? Seeing that I was conflicted, he tightened his grip on my face and brought his lips to mine. His mouth possessed mine, his tongue penetrating me skillfully. I felt my knees weaken and my thighs quiver. His other hand supported me against his hard body. An involuntary whimper escaped my lips as he pulled away. He smiled again. "All you need to do is say yes and your life will be changed forever." I hesitated only a few seconds. "Yes," came out in a hoarse whisper. "Very good, my little slut. Now I want you to go over to your friends and make up an excuse to leave. Don't tell them about me. It will be our secret." He stroked his hand against my cheek. "Meet me at the entrance." He released me and disappeared into the crowd. I needed a moment to gather myself before I could walk steadily. I weaved through the gyrating dancers. I spotted Michelle and her graceful guy in a booth cooling off with a couple of beers. I made my way towards her. She looked up and smiled, "Hey, there you are!" Her smile faded when she saw my face. "What's wrong?" I started to tell her about the aggressive guy who'd molested me on the dance floor. I opened my mouth to say it, "I'm not feeling very well. I'm gonna catch a cab home. I'll call you tomorrow." I couldn't believe I was going through with it! Michelle got up, "I'll come with you. You shouldn't go home alone!" I put my hand on her shoulder, "No, no! Stay and have fun. I'll be fine, I think dinner disagreed with me." I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Besides, he's cute!" referring to her guy. She winked a turquoise eye at me. "Okay, if you are sure. Call me tomorrow. Feel better!" "Thanks! Bye!" I walked slowly to the entrance, terrified that he would actually be waiting for me and even more terrified that he wouldn't be. I walked through the door to find the entrance empty. My stomach lurched in relief and disappointment. My racing heart began to slow as I walked over to the coat room off to the side. I walked into the dark closet and gasped as someone grabbed my arms and pushed me against the wall, locking my wrists over my head with his firm grip. I started to scream but a mouth covered mine. I knew the stranger's lips to be those of my suitor. I moaned as his right hand moved down and massaged my breast through my clothes. His hot tongue tickled mine. His hand continued down my body to the hem of my skirt. It slipped under my skirt, past the top of my stockings to my silk panties. His palm pressed the material against my mound. The heat of his hand burned my already hot pussy lips. He quickly pushed the material aside. "You are a wet little slut. You really want this don't you?" He abruptly pushed a finger into me. He moved it slowly in and out, his thumb pressed against my sensitive clit. He brought his mouth back to mine to swallow my moans. He pushed a second finger into my pussy and fucked them in and out, faster, harder. He whispered against my swollen lips, "Do you want to cum slut?" I whimpered, wriggling my hips against his hand, my arms still pressed above my head by his left hand. "Yes." He nibbled on my lower lip. The little painful bite made me moan again. "You need to ask me to let you cum." I couldn't think. "Please." I tried to push my hips against him, but he just pulled back. He kissed my neck, "Please what?" "Please, let me cum, I need to cum!" I gasped. "Since you asked so nicely," he pinched my clit hard, "Cum for me slut." The orgasm started in my stomach and burned my insides. My hips bucked against his palm as my clit throbbed and my pussy clenched tightly. My head fell forward so my moans were muffled in his neck. His cologne filled my senses as I lost all control of my body. As I rode the final waves of the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had, I started to lick, kiss, and suck his neck. I felt his laughter before I heard it. "That's a good slut. What do you say?" I leaned back and looked up at is face. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness and I caught the glint in his eye. "Thank you." He gently kissed my lips. "You are welcome, my little slut." He moved back, releasing my arms and smoothing down my skirt. "You have much to learn still. Let's go. The night is young, little one." He grabbed our coats and guided me to the door. I wonder what he has planned for me next. To be continued... Samantha's Secret Submission Ch. 02 I was leaving the bar with a perfect stranger. Not just a stranger, but a man old enough to be my father. A man I'd let touch me in the coat room. I'd acted like a slut and begged to cum. He'd given me orders and I followed them without question. And I'd had the strongest orgasm of my life because of it. Which is why I was now breaking the #1 rule of life. The rule my parents drilled into me as soon as I was old enough to walk. Never get in a car with a stranger. I smiled to myself. I'd probably be breaking a lot of rules my parents had taught me tonight. He opened the passenger door to his black Lexus. As I sat back into the leather seat, my skirt rode up. I saw his eyes devour the pale flesh above my black stockings. I let my legs part as I swung them into the car. The air made the already wet silk cold against my skin. When he got in, I spoke the thought that had been growing in my mind, "I don't even know your name!" He didn't answer, taking time to start the car. It was a good minute or two before he responded. As we merged onto the highway he answered, "My name doesn't matter. Nor does yours. I will refer to you as cunt, whore, slut, or whatever strikes my fancy. You may call me sir." He glanced over at me, "Now unbutton that blouse. I've been dying to see those tits of yours." The words "cunt" and "whore" shocked my senses. "Slut" was common, easy. My well-ingrained reaction to these words had always been to say "fuck off" to the horny jerks who would use them. But when he said them, I felt sensual and sexy, not trashy. "Now," was all he said to indicate he was still waiting for me to respond to his order. I slid my hands up the delicate satin to the top button. I fumbled for a moment, my eyes trained on his face. I had to untuck my blouse to reach the final button. I waited until he glanced over from the road to part my shirt and slide it off my shoulders. I was glad I'd worn my sexy black lace bra. It presented my tits perfectly, barely concealing my stiff nipples. I felt his eyes slide over my creamy curves and I shivered. He looked up, meeting my stare. "Pull your tits up and out of the bra, but don't take the bra off." He looked back at the road as he smoothly changed lanes. I slid my right hand down inside my left bra cup and lifted the firm globe out of the lacey cup. I did the same with my other breast. The shifted bra pushed them unnaturally high. My rosy nipples pulled on the surrounding skin as they struggled to extend further. Eager for his attention I said, "Like this?" He looked over again, but at my eyes. He held them there to show me I couldn't dictate where his eyes would go. My breathing deepened as I waited for him to look at my exposed body. Finally, his eyes traveled down to my bare tits. I pulled my shoulders back, sticking my chest out further. "Now play with your tits. Show me what a naughty little cunt you are." His aggressive words made my thighs grow hot. I wrapped my hands around the soft mounds and squeezed them. I stroked my thumbs gently over my hard nipples. A moan escaped my lips as I touched the sensitive nubs. My tits had always been my most powerful erogenous zone. Now, sitting in a strange man's car and touching myself for him, I thought I might be able to orgasm just from this. The nameless man beside me laughed at my reaction. "You are a horny slut aren't you?" I noticed a bulge forming in his pants. "Pinch your nipples. Twist them. They'll need to get used to rough treatment." I did as I was told - pulling, squeezing, rolling between my fingertips. I followed his gaze to see he was watching my hips rock. I hadn't even realized I was doing that. "Push your skirt up to your hips." My panties were now in view, set off by my pale thighs and lace-trimmed black stockings. "Pull your panties to the side and show me your beautiful cunt." I felt the dampness on my fingers as I pulled the sheer material aside. I started to rub my clit. "Did I tell you to touch your cunt? "No." I bowed my head, not wanting him to get angry with me. "As punishment for that, it will be a very long time before I let you cum. If I decide to let you cum at all, that is." He unzipped his pants. "Now get your lovely mouth over here and suck my cock." Wanting to please him, I quickly bent over and grasped his hard shaft. My fingers barely met around his girth and as his cock came into view, I was shocked by its thickness. I gently kissed the head, his pre-cum salting my lips. I ran my tongue along the respectable length. Firm fingers threaded through my hair. "Suck it bitch." I felt one of his hands press down on my head. I amusingly hoped the other hand was on the wheel as I parted my lips as much as I could. His cock slid along my tongue like silk over steel. I couldn't take much into my mouth and began pumping my hand up and down the base of his member. The car jerked to a sudden stop and I almost rolled off the seat from the force. My cry out was muffled on his skin. He grunted, "Red light." That's when I realized we weren't on the highway anymore. We must have been getting close to where he was taking me. We started moving again as I bobbed my head up and down on his shaft. I tried to take more in, relax my throat, widen my mouth. He was too thick, so I satisfied my lust for him by swirling my tongue around his cock. His fingers tightened in my hair, hurting my scalp. Just when I wanted to cry out from the pain, he released my hair. My hand slid up and down, my mouth sucking, my tongue licking. I moaned as his free hand grasped my hanging breast. He massaged it for a moment before playing with my needy nipples. "Oh yeah, suck it slut! You love the taste of cock don't you?" He pinched a nipple hard until I let out a muffled gasp. "Yes, my hungry little slut. You need it don't you?" Every time we stopped at a light, he put both hands on my head and fucked my face. Until, finally, he pulled in somewhere and threw the car into park. I slipped my free hand into his pants to fondle his tightening balls. He grunted and thrust up into my mouth, shooting his hot cum. I felt the thick liquid coat my throat. I swallowed quickly, trying not to gag. "Swallow it all, you sexy cum slut!" I sucked hard, pumping out the last of the salty cum onto my tongue. I licked and cleaned his cock slowly, seductively, submissively. The fingers he'd clenched in my hair relaxed and he began to pet my head. "That's a good girl. Get every last drop. You must love the taste of cum." I nodded my head as I finished my tongue bath. "Very good, slut." He lifted my head to look into his eyes. I saw his gaze lower to my exposed tits. "You are an excellent cocksucker. I am very pleased with you." He opened the car door and got out. He turned an extended his hand. "C'mon my eager student. We're here now." I looked up and realized it was a driveway he'd parked in. We were at a beautiful brick house. I took his hand and crawled to his door, my tits bobbing enticingly. I stuck a high-heeled foot out first and he quickly pulled me up and against his body. He wrapped a hand around the back of my neck and lowered his mouth to mine. His kiss made my knees weak and my pussy wet. I leaned into him and moaned. He pulled away and laughed. He squeezed one of my tits. "Oh the games we will play!" To be continued... Samantha's Secret Submission Ch. 03 To those of you who've waited for this chapter - thank you! I'm anxious to hear if I took it too far or not far enough. Love to hear feedback. Enjoy! * I found myself making out with an older man in a driveway in a beautiful suburban neighborhood. The air was quiet and still, crisp with a potential snowfall. And COLD! The thought entered my foggy, lust-filled mind that I was making out in this driveway with my skirt hiked up over my ass and my black satin blouse hanging off my body at the wrists. If I weren't melded against him, my tits would be exposed to the world. The only sound against the wind was the liquid wrestle of our tongues. My nameless aggressor's hands were on my naked ass, pressing me against his pelvis. I could feel his cock stirring again, even though he'd just spilled a load of cum in my mouth. He slid his firm hands up my bare back. His rough palms stroked over my shoulders and down my soft arms. Wow, I thought, he's being so gentle and sweet! Until I felt the tug on my arms. I pulled away, slightly panicked from the sudden restriction. He'd quickly and smoothly tied the hanging blouse around my wrists, binding them together behind my back. He chuckled and cupped my chin in his hand, "Trust me, whore. This is what you need and want." His icy blue eyes made me shiver. He turned me towards the house and urged me forward. "Let's go inside, slut." It was awkward walking on my tall heels with my arms pulled back and my tits thrust out. My rosy nipples were painfully hard from cold and arousal. My tits swayed slightly from side to side as I teetered up to the house. I caught my reflection in the outer glass door before he reached past me to open it. My bra was shoved under my tits, my skirt bunched around my waist revealing my black panties and thigh-high stockings. The image was shocking. I'd already stopped caring that I was naked and anyone who drove by would see me. He unlocked the door and pushed it open, pressing his hand against my lower back to direct me inside. It was dark and I paused, not able to see anything. His hands on my shoulders, he guided me through the black void. My heels clicked on what sounded like hardwood floors. His grip tightened, pulling me to a halt. He pulled me further back against his chest. My tethered hands pressed against the bulge in his pants. His hands cupped my tits. I leaned my head back against his shoulder as he squeezed my nipples and began kissing my neck. I opened my fist and pressed my palm against hardening cock. He ran his tongue up my neck to my ear. He bit it lightly, "What does my new slut need?" I sighed in the dark, frightened and excited. He released one of my tits and pressed his hand against the mound of my panties. "Tell me." I moaned, pushing my hips against him. I knew what he wanted to hear. I knew what I needed to feel. "I need your cock." He bit my ear a little harder until I cried out. "Why do need my cock?" His roaming hand dipped inside my thin panties to trace the line of my bare pussy lips. When his finger grazed my clit I shivered. I moved my hips against him, trying to increase the pressure. He twisted my nipple hard. "Why?" I gasped, "Because I'm a slut!" I said it without thinking. He released me and stepped away from me. I was afraid I'd given the wrong answer. I held my breath, waiting, listening. The click of the lamp wasn't enough warning to close my eyes against the sudden bright light. When my eyes adjusted I saw he'd just turned on a table lamp. He now stood a few feet in front of me. His eyes traveled along my body. He was molesting me with his stare. I imagined I could feel his fingers wherever his eyes rested. His eyes glowed like blue flames inside his ruggedly handsome face. He slowly wet his lips with his tongue, as if he wanted to taste me. I wanted to feel that mouth on me. I felt so exposed. All I could think about were my extended nipples and my wet panties clinging to my aroused flesh. I pulled my shoulders back even more, thrusting my tits out, offering my body to be freely used. He smiled at my obvious gesture. It occurred to me at that moment, waiting for him to decide what he wanted with me, that this was what I'd been missing. The raw, carnal feeling of being this stranger's sexual object gave me a heady rush. "Please." "Please what?" His smile was cocky. "You're going to have to beg, slut" I shivered with need. "Please fuck me sir." He didn't answer. He came closer and crouched in front of me. He tugged the sides of my panties, sliding them over my hips, baring my cunt to his view. He ordered me to step out of them. He stood before me. He brought my damp panties to his face and inhaled. "Yes, I think you are ready."He stuffed my panties in his pocket and walked away. My face fell in confusion. Where was he going? He walked over to the table where the lamp rested. He picked up a black phone from the mahogany side table. I wondered who he needed to call when I was standing here waiting to be fucked?! My arms were starting to ache from the awkward position. I pulled my shoulders back more, trying to relax them. "Hope the popcorn's ready," was all he said into the phone before he hung up on the unknown caller. He walked back to me, slowly. He chuckled when he saw the pout on my face. He brought a hand to my cheek. "You'll understand soon my slut," he assured me and lowered his mouth to mine. My body yielded to his, pressing against him as if it had a will of its own. I slipped my eager tongue out to stroke his. His lips were firm and demanding against mine. I felt his free hand squeeze my breast. My mind registered a desperate moan seconds before I realized I was the one moaning. He released my breast and pressed his hand against the back of my neck. He began walking, moving me with him, tongue deeply entrenched in my hot mouth, as he led me across the living room to the glass French doors. For a moment I thought we were going outside! But he deftly turned and pressed me up against the glass. I shrieked, the cold glass doors shocking against my bare tits. His still-clothed chest was against my back and restrained arms. I felt his hard cock against my hands again. I tried to wrap my hands around the bulge, but he pulled away. "I know you are horny my girl, but you may not do more than I tell you to do." My nipples were aching from the frozen glass. "Now I'm going to untie your hands, but you can't touch yourself or me. You can only use them when I tell you to. Is that understood?" My breath fogged up the glass as I whispered, "Yes, sir. Thank you." When my hands were released, I groaned from the pain of moving them. I placed them on the glass to resist the urge to rub my clit. "Now spread your legs wide." I moved them apart, still plastered against the door. I heard his zipper and the rustle of clothes. Then I felt his cock against my bare pussy. "Oh, please sir! Fuck me please!!!" I moaned, pushing my hips back against him. He laughed at my distress, "Very good, slut. Tell me what you want." I arched my back a little so my ass stuck out more. "Please fuck me! I need you to fill me with your hard cock!" I'd forgotten about the cold. All I could think about was having him inside me. He thrust into me fully in one smooth movement. "Ahhhh," I cried out. He fucked me against the window. I felt filled as I pushed back against him. His fingers dug into my hips as his cock pounded into me. I'd closed my eyes, savoring the raw sensations in my body. My eyes flew open when his hand dipped in front to stroke my clit. The contrast of the icy window and my burning thighs was intoxicating. And that's when I saw them. He must have heard my gasp and felt my body tense. "You finally noticed, did you slut?" He chuckled. Across the yard, in the house next door, were five men. They were in a similar type of room and watching our performance through their own glass doors. The men were older. They had their cocks out and were stroking them, watching us, watching me! I tried to push away, to shield myself from their gaze. "Oh no, my little slut." He covered my hands with his and pressed them against the glass above my head. He leaned closer, whispering in my ear, "You want to please me, don't you slut?" I whimpered, "Yes, sir." "And you want to please my friends don't you?" I didn't answer. He stopped moving inside me, "Do you want me to stop?" "No! I want to please you." I tried to press against him, wanting him deeper inside me. "Good girl." He slid his hands down my arms and around to cup my full tits. He pinched my nipples until I cried out. "You see, my friends love it when I train a new slut." He pushed into me harder. "You were born with a body made to please men. You like having their eyes on you, raping you with their stare." I looked at the men, stroking themselves, wishing they were fucking me. I felt the cock slide in and out of my tight pussy. The insecure part of me wanted to hide. But another part of me, the part I barely knew existed before tonight, wanted them to watch me, to want me. I couldn't believe watching me getting fucked against the door was turning them on so much. "For tonight, they will only get to watch you." I admit I was slightly disappointed. "Soon you will take them all in your mouth. Eventually you will let them have you any way they want." I moaned, about to cum. "Beg me, slut. Beg me to let you cum." He eased the pressure on my clit and slowed his thrusting. I threw my head back against his chest, moaning. "Please, sir! Please let me cum! I can't wait any longer." He pushed into me deeply. "Cum, my sweet slut. Cum for me and my friends." I shuddered, slumping against the glass as my knees gave out. I felt his cum shoot inside me. The warmth in my cunt and the chill of the glass made me shiver. "Oh, you are a hot slut. You love getting fucked by a strange man in front of other men, don't you?" I couldn't focus on what he was saying. I just pushed my hips against him, grinding myself against his hand, pressing my tits against the glass. I couldn't see the men anymore either with my head thrown back against his chest. He leaned down, cupping my chin in his hand, and brought his lips to mine. I rode the last waves of orgasm, my tongue dancing with his. The evening ended when he slid my skirt back over my hips, concealing my sex. He eased my shirt over my sore arms. He drove me home, though I don't remember giving him my address. "Sleep well, my slut. I know where to find you." Samantha's Secret Submission Ch. 04 I woke up the next morning in my own bed, naked beneath my lavender cotton sheets. I didn't even have a moment to wonder if last night's intense sexual encounter was a dream before I moaned at the aches in my body. I rolled onto my back to ease the tightness in my shoulders from having had my hands bound behind my back. My red raw nipples extended from my breasts even now, in a permanent state of erection. I cupped my breasts and tried to soothe them with my fingers, becoming aware now of the soreness between my thighs. What had gotten into me? I tried to chastise myself. I tried to mean it. But how do you lecture yourself for having the best sex of your life? Images flashed into my head of his icy blue eyes, of being pressed against the glass door, of the men who watched me get used. I felt juices start to leak from my pussy. I forced myself to behave, to get out of bed slowly. I couldn't help but moan with the slow movements as I headed to the bathroom. I ran a bubble bath, adding sea salts to relax my sore muscles. I eased into the tub and drifted away, letting myself think about the very end of the night. "Sleep well, my slut. I know where to find you." That's what he'd said. Would he come back? The idea of it terrified me, but also filled me with longing. "Shit," I cried out when I remembered something else he'd told me. "Soon you will take them all in your mouth. Eventually you will let them have you any way they want." He'd been talking about the men who had watched him fuck me. Watched and gotten off. I suddenly realized I'd been stroking my aching pussy beneath the rose-scented bubbles. I slid a finger along the side of my hard clit as I pictured them pushing me to my knees and taking turns with my mouth. I came hard as I saw them shoot cum onto my face. I sighed and sank down into the water. It was a hot fantasy. But I'm not crazy. Last night can never happen again. ************************************* A week passed without any word from my mystery man. I decided this was a good thing. Last Saturday would probably forever be the best night of my life. But it wasn't me. I didn't mean I couldn't let it fuel my masturbatory fantasies every night. Okay, and several times a day. I walked outside to get the mail. Bills, bills, bills. But at the back of the stack was a black envelope. Strange choice for an invitation or card. And there was no address or postage, just my name. I opened it up and pulled out a white note card. "Tonight. 9pm. Dress formally." That's all it said. That's all it needed to say. I knew it was him. I knew he was coming. I thought my heart would pound out of my chest as I hurried back inside my apartment. It's okay, I told myself, I just won't be home tonight. I convinced myself of this until my best friend Michelle called to invite me out to the movies. "Thanks Michelle, but I'm really tired tonight. I think I'm going to go to bed early." What?? I guess I wasn't lying. If he fucked me in a bed this time, that is. I finally accepted that I was going to do it. I was going to wait for him. I used the day to go buy some new sexy lingerie. A plum-colored lace demi-bra and matching thong. My nipples poked out the top of the bra. I bought a sexy new dress. It was layers of sheer black material. In the bright dressing room lights, you could almost see the outline of my lingerie, but it was just enough coverage to be appropriate for being out in public. The front crossed over low, revealing the swells of my breasts. If I moved too quickly, my nipples would show. I started getting ready at 7:00. I shaved my pussy carefully. I knew he liked my skin smooth. I buffed, lathered, lotioned, and carefully perfumed my skin until it was soft and seductively scented. I wore no necklace, leaving my cleavage as the main attraction. Just earrings and a bracelet glittered on my body. I wore thigh-high black stockings with lace-trimmed tops beneath my dress and high stiletto heels. I was ready 20 minutes early. I waited. I watched through the window. My thighs shook with anticipation. What the hell was I doing? My panties were already wet. My nipples felt like they were trying to tear through my dress. At precisely 9pm, his dark Lexus pulled up in front of my house. I was glad that I was watching because he didn't come to the door. He walked to the passenger door of his car and waited. He must have known I would be watching. He was wearing a tuxedo! I hoped I was dressy enough. I took one last deep breath and opened the door. I felt his eyes assess my body as I walked to him. My high heels exaggerated my hip movements. I tried to walk gracefully to keep my breasts from popping out of my dress. I felt like I had butterflies caged in my stomach, flying around violently. I walked over to stand in front of him, desperate for his approval. He molested me with his eyes for a minute, not speaking, not touching. He smiled. I let out the breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. "Well done, my slut. You look very... tempting." He wrapped a hand behind my neck and pulled me to him. His mouth demanded mine and I parted my lips, eager to taste him. He possessed me with his tongue. I struggled to keep my knees from giving out. I leaned into him, pressing my hips against his, wanting more. He very deliberately pulled away, feeling my body arch toward his. "Careful, slut. Remember who is in charge here." But there was humor in his voice. I think my desperation amused him. He opened the door for me. I got in, wondering where he would take me. He got into the driver's side. We drove for several minutes in silence until I couldn't take it anymore. "Please, sir. May I ask where we are going?" I spoke quietly, knowing he didn't like questions. "You may ask." He generously agreed. But he did not respond. He looked over to smirk at me and I knew I wasn't getting any information. He spoke again without looking at me. "Show me those succulent tits I've been missing all week." My heart swelled at the idea that he'd missed me. I quickly obeyed, parting my dress to show him my lace-covered breasts. He gazed at my nipples, peaking over the tops of purple lace. They were swollen and pink with desire. "Delicious," was all he said. He pulled to a stop and I thought he was pulling over to taste me. He reached over and very carefully pulled my dress back into place, concealing my need. "We are here, my pet." I looked out the window in surprise. I recognized the building. "The opera?" I asked without thinking? "Yes. Even a whore should enjoy some civility." He exited and came around the car to lift me from my seat. I walked beside him, my hand on his extended arm, feeling like a lady. I was a little disappointed that he wasn't going to fuck me. Okay, very disappointed. But there was a warm place in my gut that was pleased he wanted to have me on his arm. I felt the eyes of many men on me as we made our way through the grand entrance. I felt their eyes on my ass as we started to ascend the velvet-lined staircase. Men with wives and girlfriends stared at my tits. I could see the hope in their eyes as my breasts bobbed precariously at the edge of my dress. "They want you, slut," he whispered in my ear. "They want to fuck you. More than the bitches they are here with." Somehow he was able to make me feel cheap, even at the opera. And I enjoyed it. I felt on display. His toy, his pet. We stopped in front of a curtained doorway. An usher pulled back the curtain for us and we stepped into a balcony box overlooking the ornately gilded opera house. We were at the highest level. We could see everyone below us. Our neighbors to the right and left, however, were separated by walls. We couldn't see them and they couldn't see us. He sat in one of the chairs and I went to follow his lead when he pulled me onto his lap. He pulled the bodice of my dress open to reveal my bra. He pushed the cups below my breasts, fully exposing them. If anyone looked up, they would see me half-naked. He squeezed my tits and pinched my nipples hard. He sucked on my neck, tracing patterns with his tongue. I could feel his hard cock nestled in my ass. "Are you ready to get fucked, my little slut?" He twisted my nipples on the word 'fuck', making me gasp. "Yes, sir," I leaned back against him, writhing on his lap. "And will you do anything to please me?" He flicked my nipples with his thumbs. "Yes, sir," I wiggled on his lap, trying to feel his cock. "Anything?" He bit my ear. "Yes, anything." "Good girl." He moved one hand to my knee and started sliding my dress up my thigh. "Because tonight I'm going to show you how to be a whore." His hand past the top of my stocking and touched my bare skin, making me shiver. "Would you like that?" His hand pressed against my lace panties. "God, yes. I want to be your whore. Please." I begged, wanting him to fuck me right now. Even with the lights on. Even if people could see us. He pressed his hand more firmly on my mound. "Very good. You please me, slut." He rubbed teasingly over the top of my panties. "When the lights go out and the first act starts, I want you to get down on your knees. Leave your tits bared and clasp your hands behind your back." I could barely concentrate on his words with his hand on my pussy. "I'm not going to bind them, I trust you to be a good girl for me. You will wait on your knees for further instructions. No matter what happens, you will stay where you are. Is that understood, slut?" His hot breath tickled my ear. I nodded until I could find my voice. "Yes, sir. I will stay on my knees." "Good girl. But before that happens..." He turned me to the side, pulling my legs across his lap and covered my lips with his. He enjoyed my mouth like it was a fine meal. I started to think I might be able to cum just from his kiss when the lights suddenly went dim. He pulled away. "It is time." Reluctantly, I slid off his lap and almost melted to the floor. My knees rested on the plushly carpeted floor and I clasped my hands behind my back. My nipples ached. From this kneeling position, nobody in the theater would be able to see my nudity. That helped to relax me. "Now remember," he reminded me, "Don't move." His voice was stern. He turned away, pulled back the curtain and walked out. Where was he going? I was now alone, exposed, and horny as hell. It felt like an eternity that I waited, though it was probably only about 5 minutes. I sighed in relief as he stepped back through the curtain. But my relief was short-lived as I saw someone enter behind him. Instinct made me want to move my hands and cover myself, but I saw his eyes watching me carefully, reminding me of my promise. I stayed still and saw him nod in approval. He sat in his chair to the side and introduced me. "This is my whore. You have five minutes. Remember, do not touch anything but her tits and her mouth." I gasped as I saw the portly older gentleman walk toward me and unzip his fly. "Show this man what a good whore you are, baby. Make me proud." I knew immediately I was to give this stranger a blowjob. His cock poked out in front of him, long and slender. Not like the thick cock I loved to have in my mouth. I looked up at the stranger and saw the greedy hunger in his eyes. "C'mon slut. Suck it." I obeyed. I opened my lips and sucked his length into mouth. I remembered to keep my hands clasped and began to please this man using only my lips, teeth, and tongue. The man roughly grabbed my head, but my man barked at him, "Hands!" He released my head and reached down to twist my nipples. Apparently my tits were fair game. He stroked into me, trying to push into my throat. I felt my eyes water as I swallowed and tried to relax the muscles of my throat. I felt him push all the way into me as he slapped and pinched my tits. My thighs burned and my pussy leaked as this man used me like a toy for his pleasure. It wasn't long before he unleashed his load into my throat. I swallowed quickly, not wanting to drip cum on my dress. He pulled away and zipped his fly. "Worth every penny, slut." I looked over to my man. Penny? The man paid for me? He grinned and nodded to answer my unasked questions. He spoke calmly to the exiting stranger. "Send the next one in, please." I was still staring at him. Next one? I couldn't speak if I wanted to. The next guy was even older, but well-built. He had silver hair and a firm body to contradict his age. "Good evening, dear." He spoke cordially as he revealed his nicely shaped cock. Again, a contradiction. I didn't hesitate this time and opened my mouth to take him inside me. He lasted longer than the first guy and had to be reminded when he had one minute remaining. He pulled out so he could watch his cum fill my mouth. I swallowed it all. After the rough mouth-fucking, he said, "Thank you, sweetie. That was lovely." Two more men came into our box, fucked my mouth, filled my throat and left. After the fourth man left, my guy (I wish I knew his name!) helped me to my feet and kissed me hard, not caring if he tasted the remnants of cum. "You pleased me, slut. And you pleased those men. You fulfilled your purpose." He slipped his hand into my panties to find my pussy soaking wet. "And you loved it, didn't you? I looked away from his gaze and nodded. "Say it." He tipped my chin up to meet his gaze. "I loved it." I pressed harder against his hand. He pushed me firmly against the box wall, pulled my panties aside and thrust into me in one quick motion. His mouth covered mine as I cried out. He fucked me slowly and deeply. I came before I even realized it was happening. "Yes, my slut, cum for me." He wrapped one of my legs around his waist as he fucked me up against the wall. I came and came, over and over. His mouth possessed mine as he came inside me. ************************************* He drove me home in silence. I wondered if he would want to see me again. He'd said I'd pleased him. Did he mean it? He pulled up to my place. He parked and turned to look at me. "Same time next week. Blouse and skirt." He ran his fingers along the neckline of my dress and stroked my nipple. "Nothing underneath." As I walked up the driveway I thought, I'm going to have to tell my best friend. Or come up with a better excuse for my weekly escapades. I felt his cum escape my panties and start to run down my thigh. I smiled.