0 comments/ 21432 views/ 0 favorites Display By: braden_SM The ladies in the spacious room stirred, gathering around the raised platform, taking seats on padded chairs, or kneeling in ever-attentive postures of submission. A woman of slight build stepped up, medium height She was, Her hair dark and cut short. Another woman, a foot taller, followed Her, with long dark blonde hair framing an attractively strong boned face, high cheekbones and warm blue eyes. The shorter woman, dressed in black linen trousers and loose black shirt open at the neck, gestured to the other, who immediately dropped to her knees. her Mistress spoke quietly to her in the silence of the gathering room and she obediently shrugged out of her own loose-fitting, long-sleeved linen shirt, enjoying briefly the feel of the soft cream fabric sliding over her broad shoulders to puddle at her folded knees. she kept her head high, her eyes fixed on her Mistress' face, though her own cheeks colored and her breath caught at the thought of all the other eyes in the room roaming over her naked torso. The feel of her d-ring collar was a reassuring weight on her skin, and she centered her riotous thoughts on that while her Mistress savored the reaction of the group. With no small amount of pride, she lifted her chin higher, she knew it pleased her Mistress that she was good to look at: well-formed, muscular limbs, flat stomach, and breasts that were not too large, with rosy nipples, hardened by the cool air. Her hands, cupped into fists on her knees, quivered a little and she suddenly yearned for her Mistress to touch her. Her Domme stepped around her then, still not touching, but she felt the air stir at Her passing. She lowered her eyes to the floor, waiting patiently. It was never a good idea to rush her Mistress. As she knelt there, eyes to the floor, hands fisted on her knees, legs slightly spread, her hair slid forward gradually until it partially screened her face, obscuring her view. she heard the zipper to the Bag and her Mistress rummaging through it. she had packed it herself, so she knew what was in it, but had not a clue what her Domme would bring out first. Footsteps approached her from behind and a thrill of excitement went through her when her Mistress' hands came into view on either side, gently gathering her hair, deftly separating strands and twisting them together...each brush of Her fingers on her scalp sent a rush of adoration coursing through her, heightened immeasurably by the situation. Gently her Mistress braided her hair into one thick rope, and when it came to rest down the center of her back, she felt an instant's bereavement as her Mistress stepped away. Only a moment later the familiar touch of hard leather tapped her spine and her Mistress walked around her. she fixed her eyes on the booted feet in front of her and her Mistress spoke softly. She bent forward silently, placing both hands flat on the floor, and her lips met the hardened leather tops she had shined so often. she laid a kiss on either boot, then waited, bowed forward over her Mistress' feet. When her Mistress spoke next, she rose up and still kneeling, extended her arms above and to the sides while padded leather cuffs were tightened onto her wrists…her anticipation grew, and she trembled. her Mistress threw her a look and she desperately regained control. her Mistress attached her cuffs to either end of a spreader bar, until her arms were extended to their limit, then she was told to stand. The bar was linked to thick chains suspended from a large ceiling beam. she let her arms relax and the apparatus took their weight easily, her Mistress stepped around her, tapping Her boot tip to the back of her right knee. she obediently buckled both knees slowly, allowing all her weight to hang from the spreader, chains, and her own wrists. she dared a glance to her Mistress and her Domme nodded and smiled. elation welled up in her. her Mistress gestured and she stood. her Mistress stepped close, trailing a gloved hand across her taut belly. she shuddered and her eyes dropped. The hand went to the drawstring of her loose cream pants…and pulled. her breath quickened as the fabric cascaded to the floor. her Mistress nudged her feet aside and pushed the clothing out of the way with a boot. The cool air of the room kissed her naked flesh and she shivered in excitement. Her eyes rose to her Mistress'. Her Domme's icy blue eyes sparkled back and a small smile played about full lips. Gloved hands touched her and she was told to close her eyes. Soft leather stroked down her sides, across her belly, up between her breasts and to either side of her collar. She relaxed, luxuriating in the gentle touch moving from her shoulders, sloping down her breasts, brushing taut nipples and down, stroking navel, thighs, inside her thighs, pushing her legs wider, then travelling down… she was tensed, now, and aching, breathing in small gasps. Hands at her ankles, padded cuffs cinching tight. She heard and felt a snap as her feet were restrained to the bolts in the floor. Unseen fingers trailed back up the insides of her legs, she tightened her control against pushing her hips forward…she must be patient. Unseen hands were again at her belly, gently stroking. Suddenly caught by surprise, the room echoed with her gasp as unseen fingers fixed a chilly metal clamp to tender skin at her crotch. Her eyes tried vainly to open, but she wouldn't let them. The pressure mounted. she panted shallow breaths and her fists clenched, she locked her knees. A hand was at her breast, fondling, she whimpered in dismay at the conflicting sensation. The pinch of the device reached a painful plateau and her tensed muscles ever so slowly relaxed as both nipples were stroked gently. her breathing steadied. Then the hands were gone, leaving her aching. The air stirred slightly and she heard the sound of leather brushing leather…. the light slap of it hitting the floor of the platform, she squeezed her eyes shut tight, struggling against overwhelming anticipation to control her breaths. Sweat beaded her forehead, and a dull, heavy throbbing began between her legs. her hands unclenched, then clenched again. her Mistress' voice came from behind, telling her to open her eyes. she did, looking out at the faces of other women she knew. Faces that watched in as much anticipation as she felt. Women smiling in enjoyment. Enjoyment in her Mistress' skills. her heart swelled. How lucky she was to be chosen by her Domme! she reveled in the energy of the group. her attention was so focused that she barely registered the sudden whine and snap of the lash. she hadn't been paying attention.. the stroke didn't touch her, but she had cried out from surprise. her shameful yelp echoed and in an instant her Mistress' thundering voice was in her ear, promising not one lick to an inattentive sub. Did she understand? her face flamed and her voice begged, pleaded for forgiveness. her knees gave out, sending fresh waves of pain through her groin…trying in vain to drag her body down, to grovel at her Mistress' feet. A gloved finger laid over her lips brought her anguished eyes to her Domme's. Not again. she must concentrate. she would concentrate, please, my Mistress. her beloved patted her cheek and, trailing a finger across her vulnerable body, walked again out of sight. Moments later an ominous whistle and crack resounded in the still room. A stroke for warning, she knew. her Mistress knew the whip better than anyone. The next would hurt. she took a steadying breath and braced her feet, then relaxed all the muscles in her back. A bead of sweat ran down her temple to her jaw. her fingers flexed. she had a split second's warning, when her Mistress grunted. The blow landed with a smack. There was and instant's numbness, then fiery pain rolled out from her back to her fingertips and down into her very core. she gasped out a breath and rocked in her bonds…the clamp at her crotch shifted and she was divided, the nerves in both areas pouring their complaints through her, to join and connect, pooling in her core like lava, but her knees held… one, my Mistress. A pause, to collect her scattered wits, then another whistling stroke and shocked nerves cried out in abrupt agony, she gasped. had to relax. she thought of nothing but relaxing, calling to her mind tender stroking fingers across her belly. Fire ran down her back, draining, building. her teeth ground…two, my Mistress. A third stroke, upper right, but a wrap-around, and agony cascaded down her side, her back arched, knees weakened. she barely had a moment to register renewed pressure at her crotch…a small whimper escaped.. her eyes closed tightly…three, my Mistress. There was another pause, then she felt a hand caressing her buttocks, fondling and stroking, raising up to trace bright red welts, then down again, ever so gently, between her legs. Pressure built as fingers probed, brushing the metal clamp, she whimpered, agony and ecstasy warring. her head tilted and her knees buckled, she moaned, no control, she thought.. pressure and fire, she was so hot, no, cold. she shuddered and writhed into grasping leather clad fingers, but still no release. Then the fingers were gone and she almost sobbed. she desperately tried to control herself, breathing again steadied, but her body was slick with sweat. It ran down her limbs in gentle but stinging drops, bathing abraded welts with new agony. she stood in her bonds and lifted her head. A whine and crack and pain renewed, flashing fire through her limbs, pooling in the pit of her stomach and spreading outward from between her legs…four, my Mistress…. five, my Mistress…six, my Mistress… On the seventh stroke, she felt her skin part, and new liquid joined her sweat…she was awash in a thrill of sweet agony, no different from the other lashes...but it was, somehow. her head drooped, and she hung limp in her restraints, her aching need displayed for all to see, in the runnels of fluid coating the insides of her thighs. she hung, throbbing, dredging up the strength to please her Mistress…seven, my Mistress. Another cutting blow…her mind whirled with emotion.. eight, my Mistress.. the room was still but for her sharp cries and her Mistress' grunts of effort… and the whistle of leather cutting the air.. nine, my Mistress… white spots danced in her vision, sweat stung, her eyes teared, but she did not weep. her emotions spiraled, she pulsed in time with her heartbeat…she begged in her own mind for release, but her voice was mute ..but for…ten, my Mistress, almost a whisper.. her Mistress' voice a musical awakening…one for my Mistress…eleven, my Mistress… her hair hung in ragged tendrils. Blood joined the sweat at her feet, another thrill went through her at the sight and she hung, a mass of screaming nerves and throbbing sexual need, all clamoring for cessation. her Mistress' voice called to her ..and one for the slave ..a pause for her to realize the honor her Mistress gave her.. how well she had pleased…her head lifted in pride, tears streaming, and when the blow landed, she moaned her response…twelve, my Mistress. Then her Mistress was there, Her hands running over so-sensitive skin, she moaned with every touch, her body afire with feeling. Hands ran down her body, pushing aside sweat…gradually all she could do was hang limp, and moan, her mind giddy, all thought having fled, leaving only sensation to take her over. her Mistress' hands were between her legs, stirring her to higher levels of mindlessness, she began to writhe in her bonds, only with the movement came renewed pressure from the clamp, and her Domme's hand at her back, running along fresh welts…she shuddered and thrashed, would have fallen to the floor had she not been restrained…added pressure in the pit of her stomach, she threw her head back, exposing her throat to her Mistress, who claimed that tender flesh with her teeth. Passion overcame all reason and with no control left, she begged her Mistress for release… her cries stirred her Mistress not at all…She stepped away. she hung, sobbing, still thrashing, shivering, her muscles flexing and rippling under her skin, as her Mistress stood back, enjoying her torment. her Mistress spoke then, asking her for her word. she hung limp, with no control, panting, moaning…she couldn't seem to raise her head. her Mistress strode forward and grasped her hair in a gloved fist, meeting her eyes. her Mistress asked again ..she could only manage …my Mistress, please… her Domme smiled then, Her other hand dipping down…Agonizing waves of pain and lusty need coursed through her at her Mistress' touch, her hips thrust forward of their own accord and a jolting electric connection, the knotted worming mass of sensation just under her navel exploded, over flowing, overwhelming. Her nerves afire, her back arched and the uncontrollable shuddering release of her body communicated itself to her Mistress, her Love in the wet spasms of her aching sex. She hung, helpless, wrung out, and was only barely aware of her bonds being released and the strong arms around her torso, sheltering, comforting. Mute praise, silent gratitude. Display A flimsical little tale that I planned to put into the exhibitionist category, but decided to go for broke and risk the furnace of loving wives. It's short, no real ending and no hot sex, so if that's not your thing, then don't read it and get upset please. To the others - enjoy. ++++++++++++++++ The party started out as so many of them had started before. There were ten or so couples, mostly childless so far, all of us professionals or self employed and most of us falling into the category of upwardly mobile. I guess Sophie would be the youngest, and I think she'd be about twenty three or so, and Ted the oldest, having recently celebrated his thirty-third birthday. The rest of us sat there somewhere in the middle, just like me, Mike Lee, and my lovely wife Jenny Lee. The party started to take a somewhat unusual turn when our hosts John and Cathy, began to tell us all about their very recent holiday in the Canary Islands, and how gorgeous the beaches were and how relaxed the local dress code had been. Yes, you heard me right; the dress code! "Most of the girls on the beach were topless," enthused John, grinning at the memory of it. "And around the hotel pool," added Cathy. How do you respond to that, I ask you? "What about you Cathy?" asked one of the wives, breaking the ominous silence, anticipating what all the husbands were surely thinking. "Well, when in Rome ..." she grinned sheepishly. "But you were in Spain. The Canary Islands are part of Spain, not Italy," butted in Claude, but he was always a bit slow on the uptake. "Take any photos?" Queried Jack, casually, an awful lot quicker on the uptake than Claude was, and I swear that every man there leant forward, eager to hear their reply. "Took a few," came the throw away comment from John, trying to act disinterested. Had them printed out," threw in Cathy, picking up a book like thing that had been sitting there ignored, ever since we'd got there. Ignored but suddenly the centre of attention, us guys cursing ourselves for not examining the damn thing earlier. "Look, this is one we took on the first day," the lovely Cathy carried on, me, like the others edging myself forward to get a better view. "This is one of the hotel." "This is one of the view from our window." "This is one of the dining room." "This is one of a donkey we saw." "This is one of ..." It went on and on, all of us making appropriate if somewhat mundane comments, as Cathy started to bore the pants off us. "Well that's about it," Cathy eventually announced, putting the book back down on the table. "But you're only half way through," objected Claude, possibly the only one of us that had actually been enjoying the viewing. "Shut up Claude," muttered Jack, ever the observant one, and always with an eye open for an opportunity. "Well the rest of them are a bit personal," whispered Cathy, fluttering her eyelashes rather coyly. "I don't think I should really show them to you." Translation, though I think even Claude caught on - 'They are pictures of me with my tits out on display, and they are sat there teasing you, daring you to have a look.' "Cathy," called out her husband at that point. "Can you come over into the kitchen and give me a hand with this bloody machine. "You'll have to excuse me," she giggled, visibly blushing, and made her way off into the other room. What's a man to do? Well you know and I know, but none of us guys seemed prepared to make the first move, especially with two or three of our wives stood there observing our discomfort. "For God's sake one of you look at it," declared one of those wives, my wife Jenny as it happened to my surprise. It was only a fraction of a percentage of a second, but Jack the dirty bugger beat me to it. Blimey - Jesus - Wow - Crickey - Shit! A whole lot of comments as we flicked through the pages, the earlier ones of Cathy in her tiny bikini quickly passed by, as page by page the shots gradually got more daring. Cathy topless, lying on her front. Cathy, dear girl, topless again but reading a book this time and the swell of her bare breasts partly visible. Cathy, still topless, lying on her side, her arm casually draped across her bare breasts, almost nearly hiding them. Then it got better! Cathy topless lying on her back this time, her bare boobs quite clearly out there on show. Cathy kneeling in the sand, her tits hanging there rather splendidly. Cathy stood up, a full length shot this time, rather blatantly sticking her chest out with pretty dramatic results. Cathy, clearly at the pool this time, stood there in just her bikini bottoms, apparently chatting amiably away to three young guys that none of us knew, as if it was a perfectly normal, everyday situation. There were more, the final one a close up shot of Cathy's naked sun-kissed breast, the smoothly dimpled texture of her skin clearly visible, the fine details of her erect nipples caught beautifully by the camera. It was Claude of all people who put into words what we were all no doubt thinking. "Just look at the tits on her," he commented, and who were we to disagree with that sentiment. ------ No, the evening didn't disintegrate into an uncontrolled orgy, and not one of the women discarded a single item of clothing. Us guys enjoyed our moment of unexpected pleasure ogling the photos of our pal's lovely, and somewhat under-dressed wife, and to my surprise, so did a couple of the wives who'd stayed with us. One of them was my wife Jenny, and that folks, is where this little tale took an unexpected turn. "Enjoyed that didn't you," Jenny challenged me when we eventually reached the sanctuary of our own home. "Yes," I grunted back. "It was a good party." "You know what I'm talking about Mike," she went on, smiling and not letting me off that easily. "Oh that." "Yes that." "Nice photos." "Nice tits." "Can't argue with that." "Better than mine maybe?" Now I'm no fool, but fortunately I didn't have to lie to answer that question. "Your breasts are gorgeous," I grinned at her lustfully. "Do you think your friends would agree?" "I'm sure they would, but..." "Maybe we should find out," Jenny interrupted me, teasingly. "What!" "Time for bed," she declared. "We'll talk about it tomorrow." Bloody hell! ---- Tomorrow came. It does tend to do so, but Jenny never mentioned her comments from the previous night, and frankly, I was too nervous to remind her. We went to work, we came home and had dinner, and there was a certain nervous tension in the air, one that I was loathe to confront. "Well," Jenny sighed eventually. "We can't keep pretending. What do you think?" "About what?" Pretty pathetic really, and the look she gave me indicated that she concurred with that opinion. ""Those photos last night," Jenny eventually broached the subject. "That was a set up." "I guess so," I agreed. "It was pretty obvious really. Cathy knew jolly well that we wouldn't be able to resist peeking." "Not just her. John was in on it as well and wanted you lot to see those photos," she continued. "How do you feel about that?" "Up to him," I replied, shrugging my shoulders. "If he wants us to look at Cathy's boobs, then I'm not complaining." "I'm not talking about them Mike. I'm talking about us." "Us?" I mumbled, beginning to worry where this conversation was going. "Yes honey," she smiled at me sweetly. "How do you feel about other guys seeing my breasts bare?" "We've never been to Spain Jenny. Haven't got any photos like that." "Then we'll have to compromise won't we Mike." "You mean ..." "Yes Mike," Jenny interrupted me. "That's exactly what I mean." Oh shit! ------ Well that got me thinking and kept me awake that night, Jenny simply bursting into fits of giggles every time I'd tried to broach the subject with her. It was the following day, a Saturday, that she, out of the blue, bought the subject up again. "Have you thought about it Mike?" Jenny asked over breakfast. "Little else," I confessed, not feigning ignorance this time. "But I can't see as I'm all that keen on my pals getting to see you topless." "Why not?" she demanded, in a tone that suggested that it was a genuine question. "Some men love the idea of other men seeing their wives half undressed. Why not you?" "No idea really. Jealousy maybe," I replied, feeling unsure of my position. "You're surely not saying that you want to flash your tits off at other guys?" "I think I am actually," she sighed, watching my face to check my reaction. "I think I quite like the idea. I can understand why Cathy would have enjoyed it, but you don't seem to be able to see it from John's point of view." "Explain," I suggested. "Explain to me why you like the idea." "Quite simple really," Jenny started. "Men like to look at woman don't they. Pretty women that is." "Of course. It's natural." "Well it's equally natural and rather fortunate that women like to be looked at as well." "I guess I can go along with that," I agreed. "But not necessarily in the nude or anything." "Some do," she pointed out. "Some girls love it." "They're exceptional," I claimed. "You'd be surprised Mike how many girls would grab the opportunity if it came along and they could get away with it honey," she surprised me with, and I decided not to take the risk of asking her if she was one of them. "Look at them videos you enjoy so much on the internet. College girls on that spring break thing that they do over there. They seem to flock to take part in wet tee shirt competitions, and half of them end up in less than that." "They're probably drunk." "Maybe sometimes Mike," Jenny went on earnestly. "But drink just lowers your inhibitions. It doesn't make you do things that you really don't want to do." "Good point," I conceded. "But you've never done anything like that." "Never had the opportunity," she giggled. "But this voyeur/exhibitionist thing is a whole lot bigger than that. It's almost a part of the fabric of our society." "That's some claim." "Mini skirts," she burst out. "Skimpy tops, bare midriffs, plunging neck lines, high heels even in their way. Girls don't dress like that for their health you know, and seldom for their comfort. They dress like that because they want to be looked at and admired. "And lusted after," I laughed, now enjoying where this conversation was going. "Exactly Mike," my wife took up my comment. "Girls can look attractive with out showing a lot of flesh, but it's a whole lot more intense when we do so. You like me wearing short skirts don't you?" "Of course," I agreed happily. "You've got great legs." "And you like it when I go out without a bra on as well, don't you?" "You know I do," I agreed again, albeit a little more warily then before. "I like the way it looks. You don't need one in my opinion." "And you like it when men look at me. You like the way by breasts sway around, don't you. You get a kick out of other guys looking at me and being jealous of you, don't you?" I shrugged my shoulders in admission, unable to deny it. My Jenny in high heels, one of her tiny mini skirts and a loose top that let her braless C cup breasts sway around freely was a sight to behold. An awful lot of guys had enjoyed that pleasure, and I had to admit that I always got one hell of a kick out of it. "So what's the problem with letting them see a little bit more?" She posed the very awkward question. "Depends how much more," I answered, feeling myself getting drawn into her way of thinking, and not too sure how I felt about that. "Just a little bit more to begin with Mike," she said, with almost a hint of pleading in her voice. "I've been wearing my skirts shorter and shorter for the last year or so, and you've never raised a single objection. Quite frankly it excites me, and I now think I want to feel free to wear more revealing clothes when I go out." "Nothing slutty," I grunted, not admitting that I had indeed noticed the increasing brevity of her skirts lately, and had quite being enjoying it. "I don't do slutty Mike," she grinned, knowing she'd already more or less won the argument. "I won't do anything to embarrass you, and I'm not really intending to get my bare tits out in front of our friends. I just want show a bit more flesh. Maybe wear clothes that give more of a hint of what's underneath." "Sounds as if this is all leading up to a shopping trip," I laughed. "I've already started I'm afraid Mike," shut me up though. "I'll try my new top on for you if you want." Gulp! Swallow deeply and take a big breath, and by then Jenny had happily skipped out of the room to try her new top on. ------ "Bloody hell," I growled when she flounced back into the room several minutes later. The skin tight, low cut jeans with the high heel ankle boots had taken long enough to get used to, but the top ...? "What do you think?" Jenny asked, her eyes sparkling. "It's ...eh ... interesting," I mumbled, trying to recover my sense of balance. "You don't like it?" she responded, her face falling with disappointment. "I love it Jenny," I confessed. "I'm just coming to terms with how little of it there is." "It covers where it has to," she chirped, happy again, as she spun around in a circle for me to inspect the whole ensemble, and indeed it sort of did. Sort of! The object, and I'm not sure quite what to call it, other than a top, was made of a sort of black lacy material. Loosely fitting, it had a fastening behind her neck, and apparently little or nothing else to hold it together, the back flapping open as she moved, to expose her graceful bare back, and confirming that she wasn't wearing a bra, as if the way her unfettered breasts were bouncing around under the top hadn't already made that abundantly clear. It wasn't exactly see through, though it hinted fairly strongly that it just might be in the right lighting conditions, and if it had been any colour other than black, then I'm pretty damn sure that her nipples would have been clearly on display. "Nice!" "You like it then?" "Love it," I reconfirmed, my heart missing a beat as I caught a glimpse of the side of her breast as the top flapped open a smidgeon wider than before. "How about taking me down the pub for a drink then?" Jenny suggested, and squealed in delight when I agreed. ----- Oddly enough it was Jenny's nerve that faltered first as we prepared to go out. Deciding that she'd wear a light coat down to the pub, just in case as she put it, "We bump into any of the older neighbours." I could think of a few who wouldn't complain, but let her get away with it anyway. Then we got to our local pub and she chickened out again when she realised quite how many of our friends would be in there, from the cars parked outside. "Maybe we should go to the Red Lion instead," she mumbled uncertainly, her previous bravado deserting her. "You prefer the beer there, don't you?" "As you wish. It's always a bit quieter there as well," I consented, knowing full well that the beer had little to do with her wishes, and in fact a little relieved that I wasn't going to have all my boozy mates trying to steal an eyeful of my wife's breasts. Once inside Jenny scooted hastily over to a vacant table conveniently set in a far corner, and with her coat still safely wrapped around her, sat there waiting for me to arrive with our drinks. "Chickening out?" I grinned at her, handing her the glass of white wine she'd asked for. "No!" She all but snapped back, glancing nervously around her. "Can I take your coat dear?" I continued to tease her, pretty convinced by then that 'this' simply wasn't going to happen, and that as soon as we'd finished our drinks we'd be on our way back home. "No!" Jenny answered, just as I'd expected, and for the next twenty minutes we sat there sipping our drinks, and passing the occasional comment about the other patrons, carefully avoiding the subject of her coat. "Another beer Mike?" She surprised me with as I plonked my empty beer mug back down on the table. "I'll get them honey," she surprised me even more, leaping to her feet before I'd even confirmed my wish for a refill. Not in fairness that there would ever be any doubt about that. If she'd surprised me then Jenny was about to shock me! "Bit warm in here for this coat," she mumbled, as if to herself, unzipping it and laying it carefully on the bench alongside where I was sitting. "You sure about this Jenny?" I gasped, my insides suddenly doing somersaults as I caught more than a brief glimpse of more of her right breast than should have been on display as she bent over. "No," she replied, apparently honestly as a huge blush came to her cheeks. "Maybe you shouldn't Jenny," I croaked, my throat suddenly having gone bone dry. "I can see your breast when you bend over." "Better be careful when I bend over then, hadn't I," my wife stuttered, leaving me speechless, as she gathered our empty glasses and started on her way over to the bar. Her nervousness was making her walk uncertainly as she balanced on her high heels, and lord only knows what that effect that was having on her unrestrained breasts. All I know is that a hush fell slowly over the group of guys gathered round the bar, as one by one they became aware of Jenny's arrival in their midst. I'd witnessed the effect that her tight skimpy jeans and the arse that they contained could have on a group of guys on previous occasions, but she hadn't been wearing a top like the one she had on now. If the sexy strip of bare midriff between the top and her jeans didn't focus their attention, then the sway of her unfettered boobs would certainly do so. Then, already eyes wide open nearly popped out of their sockets as she passed by them, as they took in that the top she had on was to all intents and purposes virtually backless, and didn't have an awful lot of sides to it either. She could have slipped into the gap at the nearest part of the bar, but no, my Jenny had the bit between her teeth and walked, swayed, tottered or whatever you want to call it, almost the whole length of the bar, milking it, till two astonished young guys made a space for her, hardly believing their good fortune. Two young guys that is, that suddenly found themselves very popular, as the motley collection of men either side of them, suddenly wanted to be included in their conversation. To become their best friends! Comments such as, 'Did you see them tits Fred?' 'Look at the arse on that.' 'She's got no bra on.' 'Call that a top.' "I can see her tit." They filtered through the atmosphere to my worried ears, as I watched the mass of horny men crowd in on her. "Give the lady a bit of room lads," I heard the barman warn them off, just as I was about to take my life in my hands to save her, and fortunately the crush moved back a pace, leaving me a gap through which I could glimpse my lovely wife. Expecting her to look worried, I was surprised to see her smiling and laughing at some of the things the men were saying to her. Her frequent glances down at her front hinting fairly strongly at the subject of that most of the comments were probably referring to. So I sat there. And sat there. I sat there getting a bit pissed off, not objecting to the attention my wife was getting, but that I was still waiting for my beer! Then that was sorted out as well. "Here's your pint mate," I suddenly heard alongside me, as the barman, un-noticed by me appeared alongside me. "It's on the house and another one if you need it." "That's my wife up there," I gabbled, somewhat superfluously. "What's going on?" Display "She's alright mate," the barman assured me. "They're not a bad lot in here and she'll come to no harm, and it's doing my bar-takings the world of good." "Maybe I should go and check up on her." "Maybe better if you didn't," he advised me. "I said they're not a bad lot in here, but the young lady is proving very popular and I don't think they want to lose her." "But that top she's wearing..." I mumbled, throwing my hands in the air, not knowing what else to say. "Right mate," he nodded in agreement. "I'd better get back there and make sure that those buggers don't relieve her of it." "What!" "Enjoy your pint mate." ----- It seemed like an hour or more, but probably wasn't, as I sat there and drunk my pint, and yes a third one that appeared, as Jenny held court at the bar, giggling at what the guys were saying to her, flicking her hair suggestively, and remaining sufficiently mobile to keep her breasts swaying. A couple of times an admirer chanced his arm and tugged her top to one side, but she rebuffed them with a laugh, pushing their hands away. Some, it has to be noted, enjoying more success than others, an untold number of phone cameras flashing off each time a cheeky nipple poked out. "I've really got to go now boys," I heard her call out above the din, and to my relief. "I think my husband's had enough for one evening." She playfully rebuffed the pleas for her to 'stay on a while', and with a crowd of them following pushed her way through the throng to my table. "Ready honey?" She demanded. "Yes Jenny," I gulped. "When are you coming back Jenny," several of them seemed to call out at the same time, obviously having found out her name. "Maybe tomorrow," she called back to them. "Promise," One admirer asked. "I promise." "Leave us something to make sure you come back," one bright spark piped up with, and the whole place went quiet, to a man the whole lot of them all thinking the same thought. "What do you think Mike?" Jenny asked me, grinning widely, her face flushed with excitement. I just shrugged my shoulders, beyond logical thought any more. "Here you are then boys," Jenny laughed, unsnapping the catch at the back of her neck, and shaking her bare breasts at them as she flourished the skimpy top around her head, eventually throwing it into the crowd. "I'll have that lads," I heard the barman's unmistakeable voice as he grabbed the small garment out of the hands of the guy who had caught it. "That'll go in the trophy case behind the bar." It was maybe that distraction that gave us two the opportunity to make ourselves scarce, Jenny apparently a little less keen to make our escape than I was. My efforts to slip quietly and unseen back along the high street to where our car was parked, were seriously ruined, by Jenny who insisted on waving and calling out to just about everyone we passed, the fact that she was by then completely topless evidently not concerning her too much. We managed to make it our car with serious incident, me vetoing her giggled suggestion that we should perhaps call in at our normal local that we'd rejected earlier, for a final drink. ----- "Sorry about last night Mike," Jenny greeted me as I joined her for breakfast the next morning after a somewhat rumbustous night. "Not sure what came over me." "No harm done," I assured her, trying to suppress the grin at the memory of my wife standing there in her high heels, skinny jeans and with her gorgeous tits out on display, surrounded by her admirers. "Except that you've lost your top." "We did promise we'd go back and get it though, didn't we," she replied with a teasing smile. "But you've got nothing suitable to wear," I teased back. "Yes I have," she pouted teasingly. "You haven't seen the little denim mini skirt I bought yet have you?" "And what top would you wear with it?" I demanded, laughing aloud at her cheek. "Well the one I left at the pub of course," my remarkable wife Jenny chuckled sexily. "You mean ..." I spluttered, the image of her waltzing back into that pub in just high heels and a mini skirt, and demanding her top back, just about blowing my mind. "Why not?" She cooed. "Last night was fun, wasn't it?" "You wouldn't?" "I might." "You couldn't." "I could." "Tonight?" "Why not?" "No bra?" "Of course not." "Panties?" "Optional. Your choice." Oh Fuck! +++++++++ Like the panties, the ending is optional. Your choice, but it looks as if life was going to be interesting. Display I just finished unpacking my last box in my new apartment. I spend the next hour or so putting things in their place, setting things up and untangling computer cords. After it's done, I put my hands on my hips, admiring my accomplishments. I finally did it, I finally got my own place. I decide to go out on the town, maybe try to make a few friends in this high-wired town. I check my pockets, only 47 bucks. Damn, I need to find a job very soon. New York was certainly different than what I was used to. All the bright lights and people bustling through like it was complete normalcy. Being a country boy, I knew this was going to be quite an adjustment. I find a bar that seems to be pretty heavily cramped with people. I walk in and I notice there is no particular demographic tailored to. There are people of all ages, middle aged, business professionals, and some college kids like myself. I find an empty stool and ask the cute bartender for a drink. Her hair falls loosely down her tank top. She looks a bit damp and tired from a busy night at work. She smiles at me and hands me my beer. I smile in secret because she hadn't carded me, and I'm only 18. Lucky me. I take a few swigs and scan the place. It has very earthy tones, revealed bricks strewn throughout the walls. It's very... New York. There are a few people dancing and carrying on and I try to see if I can find any guys about my age to strike up a conversation with. I find a couple, make some friendly conversation. Most of them are from New York, so we don't have much in common. They wish me luck starting my new life here, and depart, on their way to another party or something. I have had a few beers now, I think about four. I decide to cut myself off, since I'm low on cash. The music starts to flow through me and I feel a bit drowsy, loose. I sit on another barstool and scan the room once more. All of a sudden, my gaze is glued. She stares back at me, sipping a drink through a tiny straw. She looks a bit older, but in my buzz, I can't really tell. I would guess 30s, maybe 40s. I have never been into older women, but damn I was interested in her. She runs her index finger around the rim of the glass, her legs crossed, one high heel dangling off her toe. It feels like she can see right through me. I am a bit nervous to proceed. Suddenly, she crooks her finger at me, sipping her drink again. I close my eyes and take a long, deep breath, and start walking toward her. She motions me to sit down in the chair across from her. I do, my face flushed with embarrassment. What the hell do I say to this woman?! She smiles deviously at me. My fear is apparent. She's mocking me. "Maybe I could buy you another drink, baby?" Her voice is like silk. I am instantly turned on by her. "Um, sure. Why not?" She looks behind me and raises her hand, points at me, and winks at the bartender. Soon, I have another beer in front of me. "Thank you, Sandy." The bartender scurries back to her post, leaving me to be studied by this alluring woman. "Well, may I ask what your name is, handsome?" She thinks I'm handsome? Holy hell. She must know I'm much younger than her. How does she remain so confident? I'm a mess! "Um, my name is Parker. And yours?" "Mel. Just call me Mel." I go through the possibilities of her full name in my head. Melony? Melody? She looks at me and smiles again. She knows she has caught me in a brain teaser. Very clever woman. I feel stupid. "It's Melony if you're wondering, darling." "Beautiful name." My voice is sincere. "Thank you, Parker. So, what brings you here tonight?" "Well, I just moved here." "I can tell. You're accent is quite interesting." Shit. I forgot about the accent. I must sound so awkward to her. "I'm from uh... the south." "Yes, I know," she smiles. "What brings you to New York?" "I just needed to get out of that town. Find my own way, you know?" "Do you have a job here, Parker?" She must know I don't. "Um... well, no not yet." "Interesting." She takes another sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving mine. "Maybe I can help you until you find one. Would you be interested in a proposition, Parker?" Holy shit, is she asking me to sleep with her for money? Do I give off that vibe? "Um, I don't think you have the right idea about me..." She bursts out in laughter, almost spilling her drink. "Oh my God, no my dear boy! That is not what I meant!" I blush instantly. Again, I feel so fucking stupid. "Oh... Alright then. What is your proposition?" She stops laughing. There is a look of shock on her face. She notices my new confidence and realizes that she has offended me by laughing. "I'm sorry. Don't be upset. Sandy, another drink over here, please!" The cute bartender comes back around and sets another beer in front of me. I crack it open and take a huge swig. Mel frowns. I am undoubtedly upset. "Sandy, come back over here please, dear." The bartender turns around and walks back without so much as a flinch. "Sandy, would you do me a favor?" She nods. "Tell this nice young man that I am not crazy." Sandy looks at me and smiles, shaking her head. "See, Parker? Sandy has heard my proposition before, haven't you dear?" She nods again, looking down shyly. "Sandy, were you satisfied with what I had to offer?" She stares directly at Mel now, and nods vigorously. "Thank you, Sandy. You can go now." I am very confused, and frankly a bit drunk now. "What exactly do you want me to do, Mel?" "Well you see, Parker, I am a well-respected art gallery organizer. I am setting up a new one in three days. Would you like to help me with that, Parker?" Her eyes become half-lidded now, and she sips her drink once more. "That um... sounds innocent enough. Sure, what does it pay if you don't mind me asking?" I swig my beer again. "Four grand for two hours." I spit out my beer, and begin to choke. Mel remains calm, staring at me. She snickers. "So? Are you interested?" "Hell, yeah!" "Good. Follow me." She hands Sandy a large mound of cash, takes me by the hand, and walks out. We reach her car, and we slip in the back, while Mel's driver starts the engine. "Circle the block for a bit, won't you, Henry?" "Sure thing, ma'am." The car roars and we slowly glide onto the busy New York streets. I look over at Mel, and I start to shake a little. She is so calm, collected, and I think she is running her eyes down my body. I can't really tell in the lack of light. "Parker, let me start by asking you this. Are you a shy fellow?" "Yes." "Hmm, that may not work." "No, no! Wait, please. Tell me how you need my help. I could really use the money." "I don't know if you could handle what I need from you." I am very confused now. This sure sounds like a prostitution situation. I still am very curious to know what I might be getting into. "Tell me. Please. I really need the money, Mel." She smirks, and crosses her legs, showing a bit of her garter to me. My eyes widen. What the hell is she going to say?! "I need art." Huh? "Well, that's a bit vague, Mel. I'm not much of an artist." "You misunderstand, Parker. YOU would be the art." I am speechless and a bit frightened by what she said. I'm the art? What does that mean? Suddenly, she reaches to her left and presses a hidden button on the side of the car door. A compartment slowly opens. She reaches inside, taking out a small stack of papers, maybe two pages or so. She hands it out towards me. "Read this, dear." I reach out my shaky hand and take the papers. I struggle to read in the dim light. "Oh, do forgive me." Mel hits another button and a shallow light appears above me. "Now, that's better." I look down at the paper and begin to read it: CONTRACT: The art piece will arrive at the gallery at precisely 4 p.m. sharp. Any later, and the deal is off. The art piece must come freshly showered and completely shaved from the neck down. The art piece will undress and be inspected by the gallery coordinator thoroughly. If the art piece is satisfactory, then the gallery coordinator will direct them to the desired display region. The contract continues on and I am very shocked by the content. Also, very intrigued. This could be exciting. It speaks of possible touching from gallery onlookers, and how I must remain completely still for the entirety of the two hours. That might be painful, but surely worth the four grand. I look up at Mel and raise my eyebrow. "Is this for real?" "Yes, Parker. Are you interested?" "Um, I think so. I will be safe right?" "Of course. I wouldn't put you in danger. I have a reputation to uphold." "Can I refuse to be touched?" "No." That worries me a little. I consider my options. "Don't worry, dear. Remember what Sandy said at the bar?" "She didn't say anything. She only nodded." "Well, that's just how she is. Not a very talkative person. Very shy, like you." I reread the contract again and see a blank signature line at the bottom for the "art piece". That would be me. I peer over the paper and Mel is holding out a pen. I take a deep breath, take the pen from her, and sign the paper. Mel laughs in satisfaction. "Good. I will pick you up at the same bar around 3:30 p.m. on Friday night. Don't be late." Oh, I don't plan to. Of course I can't sleep. I stare at the ceiling of my new apartment, intensely feeling how alone I am. This is not how I planned my first night on my own to pan out. All sorts of questions swim in my head: What position will I be in? Where will I be touched, and by whom? Will Mel be displeased by my body? Then, I find the one thing that calms me... four thousand dollars. I drift off to sleep. My first few nights in my apartment were alright. I cooked myself decent meals, did my own laundry. Life was falling into place, becoming normal. My eyes open slowly, the room is very blurred. I sit up and stretch with a big, satisfying yawn. Then it hits me... today is Friday. My eyes shoot open and I hop out of bed. I look at the calendar. Good, I don't have anything planned for today... except one thing. I make myself breakfast. The day goes by slowly, as I consider everything that might take place in the closing hours. 1 p.m. I hop in the shower. The hot, steamy water falls hurriedly down my body. It feels good. I pick up my razor and then look down. I need to shave all of this. Where the fuck do I begin? I place the razor on my collarbone, slowly bringing it down my body, rinsing it every now and then. It takes about a half an hour, but I completely shave my entire body from the neck down. Curiosity beckons me to feel my chest, my legs, my groin. I have never been this smooth. It feels... nice. I can see why Mel wanted me to do this. I hop out, go to my closet and choose a plain white t-shirt, burgundy boxer briefs, and tight fitting jeans. I look at the clock and see it is 3 p.m. I have to go! I get in my car and blast my favorite CD as I cruise to the bar. Once there, I get out and before I even reach the entrance, I see Mel. She smiles at me and hangs up on whoever she was talking to on her cellphone. "Parker! Glad to see you, dear." "You too." Damn, I'm so nervous. "Come, dear. Let's go." Henry drives up with her car and we slip in and speed off again into the streets of New York. The drive is probably only about 10 minutes or so. Not a word was spoken between Mel and I, but she does stare at me from time to time, smirking. The car pulls over. "We're here, Parker." I nod and we head to a staircase that leads down to an almost hidden black door. When we enter, Mel puts her hand at the small of my back and leads me instantly to a dimly lit room on the left of the hallway. I am taken by surprise as she shuts the door behind us. "Alright. Remove your clothes." She is very stern, very serious. I look down as I slowly undress, my face getting very hot and flushed. As my clothes create a pool around my feet, Mel walks around me with her finger on her chin. "Look straight ahead, please." She studies my body hard. She brushes her fingers along my chest and back, making sure I am smooth enough for her pleasure. "Impressive. You will do." That makes me smile. "Let's go." She opens the door and leads me to a wide open room with three areas spotlighted in a row. I see two other people standing in the other regions. One is a girl, young, redheaded. She is a little curvy, and surprisingly has a quite hairy pubic region. Her breasts are hanging gently and her hair is pulled straight back in a ponytail. She stands straight up, her hands at her sides. She does not look at me. I remember then that we are not supposed to move. The other region hosts an older gentlemen, probably about 40 or 50. He has salt and pepper hair and he is also clean shaven like I am. He is sitting Indian style, looking straight ahead as well. I look to my right, and there it is. My region. "Stand there, Parker." Mel is very business-like when she talks to me. I oblige and she walks around. "No, no. I don't like it. Bend over. Hands and knees, Parker." My eyes dart to her and widen. "Do it, Parker. You signed the contract." I nod, and do as she says. It seems strange, but I feel quite comfortable. I mean, I'm not the only naked person in the room. Mel adjusts my body to make it what she wants. When she is satisfied, she steps back to address all three of us. "You will stay in these positions until otherwise notified. Is that understood?" We all nod and return to being still. "Good. Andrea, let them enter." I hear doors open, and people talking, but I do not move. The guests start to surround us, admiring our stances and dedication to this project. I hear many things come from the redheaded girl's region, men saying things like, "Oh, very nice. Her body is so unique." A few people come over toward me and watch me from behind. I feel the graze of fingertips down my arched back. It makes me shiver, but I remain still. "Look at his form. Just simply amazing," a gentlemen says on my left. They continue to touch me, stroke my hair, grope my ass. This is all very surreal, and surprisingly arousing. I can feel my cock getting hard and I panic. Mel stands in front of me and stares into my eyes, smiling. "Change position. Look directly at the redheaded girl." I do. She is being touched all over her body. Her nipples stand at attention and her chest rises and falls quickly. She is aroused. Her eyes flicker uncontrollably as a man runs his fingers through her pubic hair. My cock stirs again. "See? You're not alone. You are doing great, Parker. Keep it up." I hear Mel go over to the other gentlemen and ask him to look directly at my body. Even over all of the guests talking, I can hear his breath quicken. He must be gay, and gets turned on by watching me. This is all so interesting. The touching, the tugging, the stroking, oh it never seems to end. An hour in, my cock is really hurting. My hands and knees are beginning to quiver. I am still looking at the redheaded girl. She is starting to glisten. Men and women stroke her hair and tweak her nipples. I am enthralled watching it. I am startled by Mel clapping loudly. "Alright, everyone back away from the art pieces for a moment." All the guests go to the opposite side of the room. "Art pieces, stand and face forward." We all listen. It is a relief to finally be able to move my body in a different position. "Down on your knees. All of you." I am a little scared by this demand, but I listen. "Open your mouths." Oh my god... "The guests may commence." Instantly flies are unbuckling everywhere. There are cocks all around our bodies, and rubbing our flesh. The women stay back, watching with devilish eyes. I realize that I am the only art piece who is not into cock sucking, which of course makes me the most popular. Before I can process things, there are cocks shoved in my mouth from all directions, salty cum being sprayed in my mouth, hands pulling my hair and my nipples. My cock gets hard instantly, and I feel hands there too, tugging me. This is the craziest thing I have ever done. I squeeze my eyes shut repeating "four thousand dollars, four thousand dollars" in my head. "Open your eyes, Parker, or you can forget the money." Mel's voice is hard. I open them as wide as I can, cocks everywhere. The women are giggling and moaning in the background. I feel cum all over my body, dripping down my chest and my legs. My hair starts to stiffen as I become more and more drenched. "Alright. Enough." Mel's voice seems pleased now. "Everyone stand back." I can hear me and the other art pieces breathing heavily. We are all equally shocked. "Thank you for your contributions, men. Now, the real art is on display. Feel free to admire. No more touching." I see now. This was the art form. The guests walk around us, commenting how beautiful we look covered in cum. It's all very primal. Slowly, the guests start to depart and the room becomes empty. "Time's up. Thank you for your contributions, art pieces. You will find shower stations and your clothes to the right of that door. Your money will be waiting for you when you are done." We all stand and look at each other, all of us equally drunk with shock. We shower and dress, walking towards the exit. There is a woman standing with three stacks of paper. One is given to each of us. They contain a copy of the contract, an envelope with the money, and a flyer for the gallery. It simply states one word, "White". Clever, Mel. Fucking clever. I unlock the door to my apartment, sit down on my recliner and count my money. Clipped to the back of one of the $100s is a small piece of red paper. It is stamped with the words, "Thank you again for participating. Your contract states that you are not to speak of this experience to anyone. If you so wish to work with Delaney Galleries again, please contact us at the following number." I kick off my shoes and sit back. Wow. I survived this crazy night, and honestly, it was fun! This was so worth it. I think I am going to do very well in New York. Display for Sale How the hell did I get here? I blink my eyes a few times trying to make the room come into focus, but all I can see is a bright light directly over my face. After a few brief moments I realize that my hands and feet are tied securely and I'm lying on my back. I'm still wearing my clothes at least. I can hear voices mumble around me and I strain to turn my head to see if I can recognize or catch a glimpse of any of my captors. I get a sharp slap to the face and a rough voice tells me to behave and that it's too late to struggle now. "You just wait honey, you won't have the energy to turn that pretty little head very soon," said another voice in the room. I wonder how many people are in here. Before my thoughts got much further I felt a groping hand on my tit through my shirt. Others in the room decided to follow suit and soon there were hands everywhere. A man with particularly rough hand groped up my thigh and rested on my cunt. My mind was racing, I started to thrash about, but being tied the way I was it just elicited laughter from the crowd. There must have been 15 people in the room judging by the laughter. "Stop, you'll all have your turn. First you have to register and pay the man at the counter over there," said a mysterious voice. He then whispered in my ear, "Play nice and I won't let them hurt you. Do as you're told and you'll enjoy every minute of the rest of your life. Don't mistake this kindness for weakness though, you will never leave here." I tried to respond but I was cut off. It's very apparent I'm not to speak. "This is a very special occasion gentlemen," the mysterious man began, "you've all traveled a long way and now that the registration and payments are complete the festivities are about to begin. First we'll recap what you all should already know. This woman here is for your enjoyment. She will be fucked and used by all of you. You are not to permanently injure her in any way. She will be moved throughout the program for different uses. When I say it's time to stop, then that's exactly what I mean. There will be no second chances and punishment will be severe. Everyone here may call me Darrin and I am the master of ceremonies here. You have each been assigned a number and when those numbers are called you may use her however you like. Remember though, my word is law." All these people are going to fuck me?! I couldn't believe what I was hearing. How the hell did I even get here in the first place? I don't remember anything about the previous night or even if that was just last night. I have no idea how long I've been here. Why would they want me? I mean I guess I'm not bad looking for 24, but I hardly ever wear makeup and my shoulder length black hair is almost always up in a demure ponytail. At 125lbs and 5'9" I'm an average size and not all that athletic. I'm pulled out of my haze when I hear "1, 2, 3..." called out loudly as a blindfold is placed back over my face and a ring gag that left my mouth gaping open was forced into my mouth. The first set of hands reached for my tits and groped them roughly. I could feel my body already starting to betray me as my nipples extended and grew hard. My mind was reeling when the first hand reached the waistband of my skirt and began cutting it away with what I assume was scissors. The panel of material was pulled from under me exposing my cunt still hidden by a small thong. This was ripped away from my body and I yelped at the slight cutting sensation on my hips. There was a cool air run across my pussy and my cunt lips opened slightly now that they were freed from their cloth prison. This sent chills up my body and I could feel my pussy start to moisten. I was fighting a mighty battle in my mind. I keep telling myself that I should fight this, I should not enjoy this. At the same time, someone was cutting my blouse to shreds. My bra was cut at the center and out popped my 36C's. No one bothered to remove the fabric of my shirt, immediately I felt warm mouths on each of my tits. The man on my right sucked my nipple up hard and it felt like it was being pulled off my body. I arched my back and squealed as drool rolled down my chin from my mouth being held open. The one on the left groped and nibbled and I could feel the cunt juices start to run down my slit toward my ass. Finally, someone crawled up on the platform with me. A finger brushed across my pussy, when suddenly I was grabbed by the hair and had a cock in my mouth. I gagged as he face fucked me. He was every bit of 8 inches long and did not care if I could breathe. He fucked my face and came down my throat causing me to sputter. Once he pulled out someone took the gag from my mouth and I heard the next number called. "4..." They must only let the men cum once. While being face fucked one of the men had began fondling my pussy mound. No one had entered me yet, which kind of surprised me. I figured this would all be a lot rougher than it was. My tits were starting to ache from all the rough handling and soon another dick found its way to my mouth. "Take away the extender," I heard Darrin say. Acting upon his command I heard metal clasps being released and suddenly the platform from my ass down was removed leaving my legs held in the air by my ties alone. Hands ran up my thighs and I felt a thumb on my clit. This sent electric shocks through my body. If only it had stayed there a few seconds more I would have exploded in orgasm. The man in my mouth pulled away and I felt empty. The groping on my breasts stopped and for a moment I felt scared. The next thing I felt was something cold on my ass. Two hands spread my ass cheeks and lube was smeared all over my rosebud. Oh my god, they're going to fuck my ass! I've never had anything in there! I felt a pressure and an awful burning sensation, this wasn't a cock though it was an ass plug! I felt my sphincter try to resist causing even more pain. The harder I would try to relax the bigger the width would become. I screamed as the widest part passed and the flared base came to a rest on my ass. I could feel my ass throb with my heartbeat and I sobbed. Someone shoved two fingers into my cunt and shook me back to reality. He was finger fucking me and someone had gone back to working my tits. A hand pulled a nipple up taut and I squealed when I felt metal teeth bite into my nipple before he let go. The same was done to the other nipple. A third finger was added to my cunt and I could feel the fullness of three fingers and the ass plug was beginning to drive me mad. He slapped the ass plug and I went wild. I screamed as I came all over this man's hand. This just encouraged him to add a fourth finger which immediately sent me into another climax. When I came down I could hardly breathe. He pulled his hand away from my cunt and it was immediately replaced with a cock. There was no gentle entry. This man pounded my pussy for all it was worth. I could hear him grunting and calling me a pretty little slut. Another cock entered my mouth, this one was smaller than the last two and he did not last long. I swallowed his cum and he pulled away. This time instead of just one number, two were called. "5, 6..." The man fucking my cunt grunted and came and pulled away. They didn't call another number immediately, but my cunt was filled with another cock before I had time to even think about why. My mind is still trying to process what's going on when the nipple clamps are removed suddenly. The blood rushing back into my nipples makes them scream with agony. Before I can even recover from that pain there's a hand on my ass and the plug is pulled from my ass with an audible plop. Without missing a stroke the man in my cunt switched to my ass. Thankfully he wasn't as big as the first man in my mouth or he would have surely ripped me in two. This didn't entirely stop the pain, but I'm sure it could have been worse. He came quickly, thanked me for my tight ass and was gone. How many did that leave with me? Two? I think it was two. There were two more cocks in my pussy and when they were done I was left without any groping for a few minutes. I could hear Darrin whisper to others and then my restraints were being moved. I was no longer tied spread eagle but was forced into a squat with my hands tied above my head and my feet spread by a spreader bar. "7, 8..." They only called two this time. I soon understood why. A dick was shoved down my throat and hands were on the back of my head forcing me to submit. While I was adjusting to the balance of being squatted down a vibrator was ran over my clit and I nearly fell with all my weight on my ropes with the sensation. The vibrator was pumped in and out of my cunt several times before being taped inside. I was already on the verge of another orgasm. The second man placed the head of his dick at my ass and commanded me to ride his cock. Squatting already I just had to lean back to bounce, but this man was much larger than the last that was in my ass and I was still trying to suck the cock in my mouth. I was whipped sharply for my hesitation and this caused me to force myself back on the intruding cock unintentionally. I could swear I seen stars behind my blindfold. The man grabs my hips and thrusts the rest of the way into my tender ass. I scream over the cock in my mouth and this is enough to make him cum. I choke and sob as the man behind me holds himself balls deep in my ass. When I begin to accommodate his size he bounces me starting the pain all over. I'm crying profusely now and he laughs loudly. By the time he comes, I'm crying like a baby. I didn't even hear them call the next numbers. "9, 10, 11, 12..." My hands are taken down and my face is pushed to the floor. I'm directed to straddle a man then I'm tied almost in the fetal position. The vibrator in my cunt is still running strong and I can feel my juices run out around it. The tape was ripped from my pussy along with the vibrator and it felt like there was a gaping hole left. I can feel the cum leaking from my ass and down my slit. I feel disgusting. The man I'm straddling positions his cock at my pussy and pushes in. He's huge! I didn't know cocks this big existed. I felt stretched in every sense of the word. He didn't fuck me though, he just held himself deep inside of me. Then I felt a second cock at my ass. They were going to fuck both of my holes. The man at my ass rode me hard. There was no accommodation and my ass was hurting so bad from the last assault I couldn't even think that it would be any different for a smaller cock. He pulled out and came on my back and was immediately replaced by another man. "13, 14..." The man currently in my ass and two more fucked it silly and left. Once they were finished the man I straddled bounced me like a rag doll and came with such force it hurt inside my cunt. He rolled me off of him and a cock was put in my mouth. He pumped in my mouth for what seemed like an eternity. He wasn't even big enough to reach my throat though and I was thankful for that. Hands probed at my pussy and ass. I felt four fingers easily slide into my cunt. After the monster that was there last I'm not surprised. He finger fucks me until I cum hard, then I feel his thumb move in with the rest of his hand. He sends two fingers into my ass with his other hand. My cunt stretches and burns as he keeps pushing in and out harder and more forcefully until he's to his knuckles with his whole hand. He meets resistance and stops pumping in and out to force his full fist into my cunt. I can feel his fingers try to curl inside of me as he pushes against the resistance. I squeal when his knuckles push past and his whole fist is inside my cunt. And I thought the monster cock was as bad as it could get. I was completely wrong. With two fingers in my ass and a fist in my cunt I nearly blacked out from the sensation. He remained still for a few moments before making short strokes with his balled up fist. The other man pinched my nipples and came in my mouth. Before I knew it I could feel another orgasm building from the fist in my pussy. The man added another finger to my ass and I felt completely filled. Just before I went over the edge the man pulled his fist roughly from my pussy. I screamed, not in pain, but it pushed me completely over the edge. I squirted cum from my pussy and convulsed. He licked me and sent me into wave after wave of pleasure. His cock replaced his tongue and he fucked me hard. I blacked out from the intensity of it all. When I came to I wasn't being fucked. I did have another plug in my ass and what I guess was a dildo in my pussy, but no hands, no warm cocks, and no ties holding me down. I was too exhausted to move, I just drifted back to sleep.