0 comments/ 12427 views/ 2 favorites Fear Ch. 03 By: Bethyboo Cheeks flaming, the cum drying and pulling my skin tight. I take a deep breath, looking down and follow you. The murmurings of the crowd following us down the hall, the sound of the dining room louder as we draw near. You stop...gripping my chin gently and lifting, my eyes meet yours. You come close, my lips part expecting yours to touch mine... but you whisper in my ear ... "Head up, smile, look like you're enjoying this, because I know you are. I am counting, for every time you frown or look at the floor I will mark your breasts." Then your lips meet mine and as you pull away, your words echoing in my ears, "Starting right now!" Forcing a smile, I look into your eyes, square my shoulders and take a deep cleansing breath. "OK, lets go!" Smiling...eyes focusing on the room ahead, reminding myself to put one foot in front of the other. Raising my eyebrow as you slip something into the Maitre'd's hand, curiously watching as he winks at you and takes in the full length of me, letting his eyes wander, lingering at my stiffened nipples. I bring one arm up to cross it over my breasts, attempting to cover my boobs, pressing into my clamped nipples, uttering a soft sigh as my body shudders. I feel your hand squeezing mine, hard...and I look at you...reading your lips...."One!" Dropping my arm instantly, realizing that I was not told all the rules. Shaking my head...my eyebrows furrowed, swallowing hard. The Maitre 'd leads us to our table...in the back, so that I am paraded past all of the diners, heads turning to watch us pass...my thighs quivering with each step...the butt plug keeping me warm and on heat. The tail tickling my inner thighs...I know that it is visible beneath the hem of my short dress. My recently spanked bottom jiggling as the filmy material swishes over it. The Maitre'd hands me into the booth, his fingers playing over my nipples as he reaches across me to grab the napkin. His hand boldly slithering beneath my dress to pull at the tail...as I gasp...his long fingers slip into my sopping cunt...pushing hard...he wiggles them inside me. Smiling he guides me into the booth and smoothes the napkin on my lap...using it as an opportunity to breath his hot breath on my cheek...thumb my clit. He whispers, "It is truly a pleasure to have you as our guest tonight, I will be back to see how your dinner is progressing shortly, I want to be sure that you get the full treatment from all of our staff." Looking across the table at you, my heart pounding once again in my chest, my eyes glassy as my clit spasms in reaction to the thumb that pressed on it. You reach for my hands and hold them both in yours...making me stretch across the table, off balance, my ass dragging on the bench, the plug moves inside of me sending fingers of electricity shooting through me. My lips part as I groan, tongue snaking out to moisten them. Squeezing my hands you command me to focus. Explaining to me that I will not be allowed to cum until I am granted permission, it doesn't matter who gives me permission, but I must ask first. Shaking my head in disbelief, weighing the consequences of disobeying, my lips curl into a frown...I stare at the unopened menu in front of me. Strong fingers digging into my wrists, I look up at you as I whimper....and I watch your lips form the words two and three. Forcing a smile, I dare to glance outside the booth to find that there are no diners in our immediate area...just an empty table...and the sounds of forks to plates, the soft murmur of people talking...and the pounding of my own heart. Relieved that we will be unobserved, startled as I feel your toes, bare toes? as they wiggle along my swollen slit. My arms pulled closer to you, I have to lean on the table, my clamped nipples protesting the pressure as they scrape the surface. Pulling my thighs together..to stop your foots advance...I watch you as you whisper...four. Swallowing hard, I let my legs part...my knees splayed wide, my wanton cunt opening its full lips for you. Trying to concentrate, so many things to remember, and all I want to do is grind onto your foot...let my clit buck and heave...until I scream into another orgasm. Your voice bringing me back...as you explain what we will be eating for our supper...a bottle of wine, roast pork with cranberry dressing, garlic mashed potatoes, steamed veggies. I nod...remembering to keep the smile on my face...head held up, holding your gaze. My breathing in short shallow gasps. I turn as I hear voices, and to my dismay I watch the table next to us fill with a dozen men...oh no...part of the convention...scanning the faces, praying not to recognize any of them. As I look at the last man...I let out my held breath...no one looks familiar. Your foot presses to my clit...and a loud moan spills over...several heads turn our way...and I avoid all eye contact by dropping my gaze...staring at the menu once again. Your foot pushes harder and I look at you as I watch your lips form, four, five and six. The waiter arrives at our table...and proceeds to fill our water goblets, his eyes never leaving my heaving breasts as he takes our order. He turns to talk to my cyber lover, and pushes the goblet over, spilling the entire contents into my lap. I leap up as the cold water soaks through my already damp dress. Quickly grabbing a towel that was draped over his arm he apologizes to me, pushing me back down into my seat, he starts to rub at my wet dress. His fingers slipping in between my puffy lips, to rub at that aching tender bud. My back arches, as my aroused body responds once again to a strangers intimate exploration. He continues to dab at my dress, his fingers slipping into the heated passage of my cunt. I look past him, silently seeking permission to cum. Grinning wickedly you remind me that I have to ask. Shaking my head no...groaning aloud...my hips pushed to the edge of the seat...my sphincter rebelling at the plug...wanting to expel it...not caring that we are being observed...my animal instincts rising to the surface. Growling as I feel the tension building inside me..closing my eyes and letting the feelings bubble to the surface....a scream forced as your hand connects with my heaving breast, my nipple on fire as the force of the slap rockets its message to my brain. I bite my lip to focus my mind elsewhere...pain ripping along my nerve endings, my cunt convulsing and dripping on the probing digits. The waiter laughs as he pulls away, wiping his hand on the towel...he turns and confirms our order, quite casually. "I'll be back soon!" he laughs as he refills my goblet, winking before turning away. Barely able to breathe...I reach to pull my dress down before you can recapture my wrists. Holding my wrists tightly once again...pulling on me so that my nipples once more crush against the table top. An appreciative low whistle comes from the next table. A note is pressed into your free hand as a fair haired man stands next to our booth...he grins at me...then turns his focus back to you once again. Nodding at him...you tell him to wait until the food appears... Nervously licking my lips and avoiding eye contact with anyone from the next table...I shift in my seat as you continue to grip my wrists and tell me about your day before you turned up in my hotel room. Trying to concentrate on the conversation and not quite measuring up to the task. I hear your voice as in a distant dream...my mind focused on my wet dress that is clinging to my shivering body, the note that is still in your hand, the imminent arrival of our food and what else you have in store for me. Hearing you counting again...I jerk my head up and look horrified into your eyes as the number hits 20...shaking my head in disbelief...you tell me to pay attention...to focus. Nodding, I see you smile...as you let go of my hands...you tell me to remove the nipple clamps. I shake my head no...my numbed nipples will throb if I remove them here...I will not be able to contain the scream. I beg you to wait until we return to my room. Now it is your turn to shake your head..."Disobedience and defiance...brings your count to 25...want to go higher?" your voice deep and low....brings a fresh shiver to my quivering body. My eyes wide in horror, stammering and stuttering, finally uttering a single word..."No." You climb out of the booth and walk to the next table...I push back in my seat...trying to become a part of it, to hide...tears welling in my eyes. I look at my hands...my heart pounding in fear...and a little excitement too. Hating to admit even to myself that this whole evening has been so amazing...my cunt is pouring slick oils onto the seat as I recall being raped by my unknown lover...and imagining what else might be in store for my aching body. The touch of your hand on my arm pulls me from my reverie, as you tug me from my seat, standing on wobbly legs, I look into your eyes...my belly growling with hunger...afraid that we will leave before dinner arrives. One of the men from the other table slips into my seat...and you guide me back into it as well...another man slips in beside me...and I am sandwiched between the two. Crossing my arms across my breasts to keep from accidentally touching either of them, I look across at you, raising my eyebrows in silent question. Smiling your voice floats across the table. "You will let these nice gentlemen have their way with you and your eyes must never leave mine...do not break contact or I will start the count again!" The man to my left leans across me and seizes my head with his hands...his lips meet mine as I continue to stare at you. He pushes hard against me, bruising my lips, his tongue pushing so far into my mouth that I almost gag on it. Gasping to find air...I feel the second man pulling the neck of my dress down to expose my breasts. My eyes wide as they lock with yours, I feel his hand at my nipple and I whimper, wriggling my ass, anticipation growing and gnawing at me. A scream welling up and bursting forth, getting lost in the mouth that is sealed to mine...the fire in my left nipple unbearable...my hand reaches up and is stopped midair by your own. You hold my wrists once again...as I shudder and shake. Unable to even breathe, the lips punishing mine...the hand gripping my breast as my nipple throbs. Hearing the waiter arrive with the food..."I see that you folks are a little busy here...I'll just wait until the lovely lady has the use of her hands and her lungs again. I am enjoying watching...take your time." Growling deep in my throat it resonates up and is trapped, reverberating in my mouth. I feel fingers on my right breast...my eyes roll back in my head as the fire continues to burn, my right nipple pulsing painfully as the clamp is released and the fingers massage it, bringing blood and feeling back to raw nerve endings...through the fog that shrouds me, I hear a voice 26, 27, 28, 29....realization dawns on me and my eyes focus, I can see you swimming, my vision blurry, across from me. "OK. you can let her go now...but don't run away just yet...a little more assistance is required please." The punishing mouth rips into my bottom lip and stretches it out, releasing it painfully. My eyes tracking yours, trying to focus as my brain silently screams. My breasts red and heaving, my heart pounding, I can hear the blood pumping and rushing through my veins. Leaning back, as far as your hands holding mine will allow...I draw a great ragged breath, body shaking uncontrollably as I ponder what assistance is required now. Lost in my own thoughts, I miss the exchange of words...and find myself holding two cocks...one in each hand...hard erect throbbing shafts my eyes still locked on you...afraid to look elsewhere. "You will stroke these two fine gentlemen, while I feed you your supper. Always look at me...never break contact. Waiter, please...you may serve the food now." My hands rhythmically stroking the cocks, I obediently open my mouth, chew and swallow each bite. My breathing slows as the food fills my belly...my hands stroking faster...gripping harder as I hear soft moans on either side of me. I can see movement on the edge of my vision and hear the waiter announce the arrival of the food for you and the next table. "Good timing you purr...this is her last bite..." The man on the outside stands and moves away, I can hear him rearranging his clothing and I slide out as you pull my hands in that direction, releasing the other man. You stand and pull me into a tight embrace...kissing me softly. "Time for me and the other men to eat now...come with me." Apprehension slowing my steps, making you tug at me...I see that the table next to us is empty, and I look around to see where they went...12 men are standing near the table, the chairs are removed and I see that the restaurant has emptied out. You instruct me to climb up and lay on the cleared table...shaking my head I pull backwards, my eyes feverish, feeling a sheen of sweat breaking out from my hairline and starting to trickle along my forehead. A chuckle from behind me as I recognize the voice of the Maitre'd. It might be easier if we stripped her first." His strong hands ripping my dress down the back...it hangs in tatters from my arms. My ass undulating, the tail tickling my inner thighs. You pull the flimsy rag of a dress off of my arms and nod to the waiting men. Many hands grab me...I can feel myself lifted and deposited in the middle of the table. The Maitre'd tosses ropes onto my belly and I see hands grabbing for them...anchoring me to the table legs, spread wide...nipples pointing straight up. The waiters voice rings clear in the room...."Let me clean the serving dish." He steps forward with a bucket and a hose...he hoses my cunt with a stream of water...catching the back splash in a towel...dips the rag into the warm soapy water and starts to wipe me down...the warm water quickly cooling on my skin. Shivering, I struggle to no avail until my limbs are sore and too tired to move anymore. I lay back as a bucket of water rinses me...the liquid sloshing everywhere...groaning as my skin is dried with a rough towel...it sensitizes the surface, tingling all over. I feel the table being lifted...and moved ...it drops down with a bump, bouncing my head off the hard surface. I feel a hand smoothing my damp hair on my forehead and look backwards to see you grinning at me..."Babe, we are so hungry....and you will be our platter for the evening." The waiter bustles along, placing bits of food all over me....filling my cunt, my belly button, between my toes, in my upturned hands, on my breasts, around my nipples, different temperatures, from cold to hot, different textures, and finally 13 glasses of wine are arranged along the edges of my body. You are positioned at my head...and the last item is a fat peeled grape, placed near my lips...you instruct me to, "Bite gently on it...do not bite into it, or swallow it or spit it out...and always look into my eyes, I want to enjoy the look on your face as the men fill their appetites...all of their appetites with you...and above all else you must not cum!" The waiter stands patiently near my feet ready to fill me as they eat from me. Hands start to touch, tongues to lick, fingers to probe. My cunt pouring fresh cream from its center to flavor the fruit, the cheeses and anything else that gives them pleasure to dip into me. My eyes looking desperately into yours...both of us knowing that I will fail...that I will cum. That I will not be able to stop it from happening...and that I don't want to stop it. 24 hands on me, 12 sets of teeth nipping and chewing, 12 tongues probing...fingers in the hundreds trailing paths of fiery touches, crisscrossing my body... Panicky as the first wave threatens to hit...my lips trembling, tongue pushing at the grape...trying to hold it steady. My throat growls in animal frustration as I cum...my body quivering, as the men realize it....they feast...not on the food but on my flesh...teeth tearing at my nipples, my clit, even my toes are not spared, my fingers sucked into eager hot mouths...prolonging my orgasm until I think that I might die from such exquisite torture. Until I hear your voice...44, 45, 46,...I scream, "NOOOOOOOOOOO!" and will my body to stop, to be still, to stop its quivering...to focus on nothing but your eyes. To Be Continued... Fear Ch. 05 Stretching as I open my eyes, a lazy smile erupts as the water laps at my body. I am surrounded by candles, they dance and flicker everywhere. The whirlpool swirls around me and I feel your arms holding me tight, my head tucked safely on your shoulder. "Finally awake I see, and how are you feeling?" your voice floats to me over the sound of the jets as they churn the water. Taking stock of my well used body, I find that amazingly I feel wonderful. "I am feeling quite content at the moment." I find my voice a little shaky as I formulate the words. Your lips trace butterfly kisses on my neck and shoulders, leaning back into you, I close my eyes and relax. Letting you soap me, shampoo my hair, standing when you tell me and feeling you rinse the soap off. I am still weak limbed and so relaxed from the hot tub that I literally fall into your arms. You step from the tub and help me out, wrapping us both in fluffy towels. There is a light snack and cold drinks laid out for us on the terrace and we sit, not talking, the silence comfortable. When we have finished the last bits of food and drained our glasses you stand in front of me, reach for my hands and pull me to my feet. The soft music drifts up from the band below us and you lead me in a dance, holding me close...the towels dropping from us. Dancing naked on the terrace, in full view of any who choose to look our way, but I only have eyes for you. You fill my senses until there is nothing left but you. The music gone, the sounds of the night, only you and I and our beating hearts. Hearing both of us breathing a little faster, your cock growing against my thigh, it reaches up and pokes at my belly. I hear your groan as my hand reaches to stroke you, gentle fingers pulling your shaft, feeling it lengthen more. My soft sighs hot and heavy in your ears. It is my turn to lead, and lead I do. Pulling you with me, and pushing you onto the bed. I crawl up between your legs taking your balls in my hands as my mouth slowly envelops your cocks head. My tongue performing a solo dance, swirling your head, probing your slit, lips tight. Moaning, letting the vibrations travel my tongue, transferring to your cock. Shaking your hands off my head I pull back and look deeply into your eyes, "Lay back and let me do this for you, please." Long slow licks from tip to base and back again, letting my saliva drip and bathe your balls as my fingers glide over them, kneading and juggling them. I bring my tongue to lick and push between them, flattening it to encompass more surface, loving how your body shudders. Nipping gently at the puckered skin of your sac, the balls moving within. Letting my tongue blaze a trail along your perineum, feeling your body stiffen, holding your breath as my tongue rims your rosebud of a sphincter. Your skin so soft , my tongue lapping at your ass. I push hard and feel your pucker give way slightly and I wiggle my tongue, letting my fingers push in alongside and open the way. Two fingers spreading your hole, my tongue snaking between them to explore your most intimate of places. Tongue thrusting in and out...urgently stabbing at your quivering hole...moaning, feeling my own juices stirring as I dive deeper into you, fingers as far as they can reach, tongue dipping and licking. Slowly pulling back, my tongue tracks along your stretched skin until it once more encounters your cock. Licking slowly, letting your cock stand up straight, then plunging my mouth down hard and fast...taking your entire length into my mouth, my nose driving against your pubic bone, my throat massaging your cock head as I thrust my tongue out to lap at your balls. Gagging, my eyes watering, thick slippery saliva bubbling up and out, I pull away and start to work your cock, fucking you with my mouth. My hands working upwards to find your taut nipples and run my thumbs across them. Your hips lifting to push into my mouth, my mouth rushing down to meet you. Barely able to get a breath between thrusts, gasping and panting, my mouth filled, lips stretched. Yanking my mouth from your hard throbbing hunk of man meat....I move up over your body, leaning in for a kiss as I settle my wet pussy over your cock. Think I owe you this, I mumble against your lips as I slip myself down, fitting your cock into my greedy cunt...slipping myself into heaven. Riding your cock, letting my vaginal muscles pull and squeeze your thick pole...I moan and scream as I approach my state of bliss. Your cock grows and bucks inside me, pushing me over the edge, my screams of rapture ringing the room. Your cock flushing my cunt with its hot ropes of spunk, filling me, heating me, mixing with my joy juices as they pour from my convulsing walls. One last thrust and I collapse onto you, unable to hold myself upright any longer. My breathing heavy as I roll off of you and onto my side curling into you. Holding you tight, not wanting to fall asleep and miss even one moment with you. The morning sun draws me slowly from my slumber and I watch you sleep. I am memorizing every detail of your face, your body, the slight curve of your lips as you sleep. Finally unable to resist I lean over to kiss your lips, slipping my tongue between them, feel your arms almost instantly embrace me and hold me tight. Rolling me over onto my back, you mount me and before your eyes are fully open, you fuck me into a mindless writhing orgasm....my voice still husky with sleep and tinged with lust. Screaming as your cock brings me to climax, your cock once again filling me, overflowing my tight cunt and splashing out over my thighs. Slapping my ass, you leap out of bed and yell...."Race you to the shower"...and off you run....ass wriggling as you go. Slowly climbing out of bed and noting the time on the clock, I join you in the shower, luxuriating in the warm spray and the scent of you. Hugging you tightly as the soap rinses off of us, I kiss your lips, caress your ass and then leap out...to grab a towel...am already late for that conference. Watching in the mirror as your naked body emerges from the steam. Smiling as you kiss my neck, my shoulders, down my back and my quivering globes. Getting dressed and making sure that you will be here for supper....in the room please this time....I leave you, naked stretched out in bed....menu in hand. Arriving a little late to the conference, I pin my name badge on, and am ushered to my reserved seat in the front row. Settling myself in I thumb through the agenda...grimacing as I see how many guest speakers I have to endure even before lunch. I hear the drone of the voice...all old hat stuff, not sure why I am even here...and finally I look up and into the face of one of the men from last nights rather unique dining experience. My face instantly flushing a deep red, as I try to cover my name tag with my arm, and looking into his grinning face as he stops talking and stares at me. Soon the entire room is murmuring and looking my way. Giving him a death stare and motioning him to continue speaking...I mentally review how I can approach this...and what the chances of him turning up in my office are. Without even realizing it, I am grinning as I hope he will turn up in my office in the near future. But for the moment, it is making this hard...damn front row seat. He finally finishes and walks off the stage, turning to wink at me as he moves out of sight. Taking a few deep breaths, I start to relax as the next speaker is announced. I look up, horror dropping over me...guy number 2...omg...are they all going to be staring at me from that position of superiority? This is going to be a longggggggggg day, sitting back and watching him, grimacing as he finally makes eye contact with me, and pauses as he stares, I can tell the moment he recognizes me....his mouth hanging open, prepared for the next word that doesn't quite make it out. Shaking my head and rolling my eyes...I again motion for him to continue. I look at my agenda and count the guest speakers...14 of them...well at least two of them I can look at and pay attention to what they are saying. As the third speaker arrives, I am less embarrassed and more annoyed as he too, stares open mouthed at the center of the front row...right at me...it is getting rather apparent that I am the focus and the cause of these pauses. Rolling my eyes and checking my watch...almost lunchtime...I will sneak off to my room and spend a few moments with my friend...before coming back to endure 5 more hours of this. As the emcee announces the lunch break, an usher presses a note into my hand. Thanking him, I stand and read the note as I file out of the room and into the lobby. The note reads...."Your presence is requested at a private luncheon...find us in room 1010...main floor...just off the lobby...you have 5 minutes to turn that door knob..." Face burning at the audacity of these men, men who as I know from reputation are used to having their requests obeyed without question. I stand in the middle of the lobby, people passing by me on either side, and ponder the consequences of not going. Shaking my head, I look at the room number and make my way there. I open the door to see the familiar faces, once again surrounding a table, one chair empty on the far side, half way up. Without a word I walk through the room and seat myself, "Good afternoon, gentlemen, thank you for the invitation." Lunch was an interesting one, after a few awkward moments, we settled into a friendly banter. Already sharing a common interest, after all that is what brought us all together under one roof, the talk was easy, comments good natured and no direct talk of last nights dinner. I was filled in on the points I missed earlier, complimented on my input and returned to my place as a peer among these men. The two men who were not in attendance last night had flown in early this morning, as they were later speakers, informal after tonight's gala dinner affair. I was invited to sit at the table with them and to bring my friend. I graciously accepted. Sharing handshakes and hugs, I returned to my front row seat, comfortable for the rest of the lecture, better able to concentrate, and rather enjoying watching them each in turn. At long last, we broke with a half hour to get dressed for dinner, a semi formal affair. Hurrying up to the room, I push in my card key and open the door to find the room filled with flowers. My lover stretched out on the bed, watching a comedy movie...he was handsome in repose, a smile on his lips. He turned and laughs at the flowers. "I see your dinner guests from last night found out what room you were in and have showed their appreciation of your charms. " Smiling back I explained exactly how that came about and he roared with a deep rolling laugh. Reaching for me, he pulled me close, stripping my clothes off and quickly entering me. Alone in the room all day built up quite an appetite, and not for food. A hasty tryst and off to the shower again...soaping each other, shampooing and drying off. Not able to keep our hands off one another. Dressing for dinner and going hand in hand to the banquet hall. Two empty seats side by side awaited us. Dinner was delicious, served promptly, talk at a minimum as we all ate. The two after dinner speakers leaving the table, and starting their speeches. Funny and to the point...never once leaving a silent pause. During this I felt toes at my crotch, and looking across the table meeting the devilish brown eyes of this mornings first speaker. He had slipped off sock and shoe and hooked his toes into my panties. Smiling back at him I let him pull them off, and I nudged them further under the table with my own foot. My lover, realizing what was going on, grabbed my hand and placed it firmly in his crotch. Shaking my head at the nerve of these two bold men, I stroked his cock and leaned back to enjoy the toes in my pussy. The evening passed in a blur, never missing a slow dance and very few of the faster paced ones. Lots of gropes and whispered innuendos, but all in all an enjoyable night. After trading email addies with these men we headed off to our own rooms. Entering the room, he shut the door quickly and pushed me against it. Gravelly voiced he told me that he had been awaiting this moment all weekend. Roughly pulling my clothes off, he took me, right there against the door. Hard and fast, no foreplay, no holds barred...just a quick coupling that left us both panting with the intensity of it. Crawling sticky and sweaty but totally sated into bed, sleep came swiftly. In the morning light, we made love slowly, taking our time, each concerned with the others pleasure more than our own. As the time came to leave for the airport..things got a little frenzied, faster and tears of anguish spilled over my cheeks. How can I go back to my normal everyday life with out him, without the excitement he brought to me. Holding me close, hugging me tight, wiping away the tears,"We'll find a way..don't worry!" Kissing me deeply, as we head to the shower once again, dressing, packing and saying our goodbyes...... The End