0 comments/ 14961 views/ 1 favorites On Display By: bunny808 Dr. Phyllida Stone reached into the drawer of the old oak desk and pulled out a tissue. Removing her glasses, she gently patted the perspiration from her face, neck and from around the opening of her blouse. Glancing up at the clock on her wall, she collected together the brown files from the heavily patinated desk top, briefly fanned herself with them, and then placed them neatly in the “out” tray. She straightened her skirt and walked out of her office and down to the fresh air outside. She stood in the middle of the doorway and as she closed her eyes she felt the welcome chill of the November air. Leaning against a sturdy stone pillar, she contemplated the breathtaking view in front of her. Goodford Estate’s imposing landscape stretched as far as the eye could see, flanked on either side by two rows of mighty elm trees. On this clear day, the early afternoon sunshine was working its way westward across the lawn and thawing the previous night’s frost. Phyllida was appreciating these few moments away from her duties in the house, as well as the chance to take some of the weight off her feet, which were starting to ache in the long black velvet boots. She sprung to attention, however, when she saw Professor Lancing striding across from the courtyard towards her. “Professor…” she began. “Ah, Dr. Stone, I’ve been looking for you. I wanted to let you know that I won’t be able to stay and help you with cataloguing in the East Wing tonight. Something’s come up, I’m afraid”. Phyllida frowned. “However, young Mr. Andrews has agreed to stand in for me”. Her face wrinkled again. “Very well, Professor, I’m sure he’ll cope with the task” she replied. He went through the building’s main entrance, while she remained a minute or so outside. She took a few steps and looked up at the façade of the huge Italianate palace, an excellent example, she reminded herself, of the Palladian style and the work of the Venetian architect Leoni. It had become her consuming passion over these past eight years; she was familiar with the provenance and location of every detail, inside and out. From the acres of woodland, parkland and formal gardens to the interior with its renowned eighteenth century rococo decoration, she was a true expert on Goodford. Returning inside, she lingered outside the door of her office and the brass plaque attached to it. She ran her fingers over the letters and felt a small swell of pride at them: “Head Curator of Collections”. A clock somewhere struck two. She was disappointed not to be working with Professor Lancing after closing tonight, more so because of the last minute change – Ben Andrews. Such an amateur, she thought to herself. And no respect for what was sacred. He didn’t care for the estate the way she did, he had barely been in the job for three months. But one couldn’t really expect any better considering his background. A second-class degree from one of the so-called “new” universities…hardly qualified for such a job. He certainly wouldn’t be here if she had any say in the matter, but Professor Lancing had gone behind her back. Andrews was so unprofessional, didn’t even bother to wear a suit to work. Thought he could get his own way just because he was attractive. She checked herself. Attractive to some. She went to her desk and read some new emails. They related to a long-awaited project of hers, the restoration of the Great Bed. It was over four hundred years old and badly in need of some upkeep. The memos were confirming that it would be removed from the Red Bedroom the following day and taken to the restorer’s. At six that evening, most of the house was in darkness. The last visitors, cleaners and other staff had left. Ben Andrews knocked loudly on Phyllida’s door and strode in before waiting for a reply. This was a habit of his that she found particularly irritating. “Hi, Phyl, ready to get started?” he enquired, flashing his usual wide grin and sparkling grey eyes. “Good evening, Mr. Andrews”. She looked him up and down, and slightly shook her head. She felt it more than a little inappropriate to turn up for work in those dark jeans, black loafers and white shirt with no tie. He sensed what she was feeling and quietened his tone. “I’ll just wait in the Heaven Room,” he said, as he tried to keep sounding cheerful. The house’s exhibits hung in silence. All the house’s owners had been prolific collectors. A large numbers of the works of art on show were acquired by the fifth earl, John Lawrence, on the Grand Tour undertaken by all young men of aristocratic families. He had taken in the classical sites of Rome and Athens, and consequently brought an immense collection of antiquities and paintings back to Derbyshire on his return. It was these which Phyllida gazed up at admiringly as she made her way, laptop computer under one arm, through the Blue Gallery towards the East Wing. The collection of oil paintings, varying from allegorical and religious scenes to family portraits, was her favourite aspect of her job. She paused in front of one of them. The small plaque underneath read “Thomas William Lawrence, Sixth Earl of Goodford, painting by Pompeo Batoni dated 1774”. A young man in an expensive and sumptuous silk suit, adorned with lace and bows, reclined arrogantly next to a marble Venus. The painter’s hand skilfully suggested every fold and curve of the sensuous fabrics and surfaces. Phyllida stepped over to the next painting on the wall. Its label announced it as “Mrs Mary Robinson by George Romney, 1781”. A woman of about thirty years old stared out at the viewer, her features strong and well balanced, but not exactly pretty. Phyllida recalled that the woman had enjoyed a brief fling with the Prince of Wales around the time of the painting. She felt uncomfortable at this thought, perhaps even experiencing a pang of jealousy. She had been single and living alone for what seemed like an age. She surveyed a few more works, the floorboards underneath her creaking loudly until she came to what was by far her favourite. “Jane, Lady Lawrence. By François Boucher 1743” read the legend. Phyllida’s heart fluttered at the sight of the huge framed canvas, a large as life representation of the notorious wife of the Fourth Earl who was rumoured to have had her husband murdered so she could marry a French duke. She lived a life of idleness and pleasure, and in the painting she reclined lazily on a couch, absentmindedly leafing through a book while gazing at her reflection in the mirror next to her. Around the voluptuous Lady Jane in her beribboned green silk gown, flowers were dropped to the floor, a letter sat half-written, and one of her tiny pink slippers hung off her foot. She was clearly a kept woman, her porcelain-white skin and luxurious apartment testifying that her lifestyle was one devoted to indulgence and beauty. The dress was typical of its time in that it showed off the bosom, which was made more prominent by the restrictive corsets. Phyllida noticed that she had begun to blush, and to breathe a little more huskily. She admitted to herself that she had a little crush on the beautiful Lady Jane. She continued through to the Heaven Room, so called because the walls and ceiling were completely covered by painted trompe-l’oeil murals of columns and a host of putti and other angels, intended to give the impression that one had stepped into the afterlife. Ben sauntered over to her, his hands in his back pockets. She laid her computer down on a table and they walked in silence to a panel in the wall that opened up into a small hidden room. This windowless chamber originally housed an on-call manservant to attend the master, but these days it contained part of the house’s archive. Coughing slightly in the oppressive, dusty air, the two searched the shelves for the volumes they needed. “I’ve never stayed here after dark,” ventured Ben in an attempt to break the awkward silence. “I hope we don’t have any spooky visitors”. “Do you refer to that old wives’ tale about the murdered earl?” said Phyllida, tutting. “Whole load of nonsense…” “Don’t you think it’s an interesting idea, though, that he fell from the bell tower in such suspicious circumstances? And that so many people claim to have seen him, accompanied by the sound of tolling bells?” He related this last remark in a dramatic tone and with his eyes bulging out, while wiggling his hands in front of her. “Mr. Andrews, if I was susceptible to such superstitious and exagg…” Suddenly in the Heaven Room, a clock began to strike. Phyllida was startled and dropped the book she was holding as she grabbed Ben’s arms for support. Her heart pounded in her chest as he began to chuckle. He saw the expression on her face and asked gently if she was OK. A quiet “yes” was all she could manage. She looked into his eyes for a moment. She noted that his arms were very strong and well toned. Composing herself, she picked up the heavy leather-bound tome from the floor and dusted it off. Half an hour or so later, the pair were deeply involved in their work, cross-referencing the centuries-old purchase ledgers with their own inventory of the East wing. Phyllida was perched on the edge of a chair, keying information into the laptop, while Ben preferred to sprawl on a rug, while he scribbled notes onto a pad. She was finding it difficult to concentrate on the screen because Ben continually played with his shaggy brown hair. She was thinking how the few grey strands were the only giveaway to his years, as his face and figure remained irritatingly youthful. He had rolled up his sleeves to reveal his tanned arms and hands, which she was admiring when he looked up at her. “Do you live locally?” he enquired, trying once again to break the tense atmosphere. “Yes, in Dilton Village. It’s only a ten minute drive”. “Oh, I’ve just moved into a house in Penley. We’re practically neighbours. You should come round for a drink some time”. “Perhaps”. “I’ve found some interesting information about a few paintings bought by Fatty up there”, he said as he gestured toward a portrait on display of a corpulent middle aged man with a stern expression. Phyllida was irritated. “That, Mr. Andrews, is Lord James Lawrence, Ninth Earl of Goodford, and Marquis of Matlock, a very highly respected nobleman who perhaps you should not speak of so insultingly!” she snapped. Ben smiled another of his wide smiles and looked back to his work. “I’m going to finish something important in the costume gallery,” she announced “I’m sure you can take care of this by yourself for a while”. With that she strode out of the room. The Costume Gallery was a relaxing place where Phyllida went to relieve such petty irritations. It was eerie and yet calm due to the special preservative light conditions that the delicate fabrics required. She found it very calming to examine and stroke the clothes and imagine what it must be like to wear them. Opening one of the glass cases, she touched the trimmings of a French silk ball gown. Out of the blue, a mischievous thought ran through her mind. However much she attempted to dismiss it, it grew increasingly appealing. She unzipped her boots and let her pencil skirt slide down her long shapely legs to the floor. She slipped her hands inside her silk stockings at her thighs and slowly rolled them down. Next she unbuttoned her blouse and threw it to the floor, before taking off her bra and exposing her firm breasts. Ben yawned and put down his pencil. Looking at his watch, he thought to himself that he was well due a break. He walked down a corridor towards the cleaning staff room where there would be tea and hopefully some snacks. On his way, he spotted a shaft of light emitting from a door left ajar. He was about to shut it when he happened to catch sight of someone inside. He was astonished when he realised it was Phyllida wearing one of the dresses from the exhibit! Ben could not take his eyes off her; her dark silky hair and long neck were the first things he noticed when he met her. Twirling around and around, she listened to the delicious swish of the silk. The many glass surfaces in the room allowed her to observe her reflection from every angle. The bodice was particularly flattering as it pushed her breasts up and forward. She stood and contemplated them for a while. They were definitely her favourite feature, apart from her long jet black hair which was always tied tightly back for work. She unfastened her hair and let it fall down her back and shoulders. She ran her hands slowly over her breasts, caressing them lightly. She let her imagination wander to how Lady Jane would have worn such a dress as this, perhaps when she met her lover, the Duke. Ben could not believe the sight before him. This was the woman he had fantasised and dreamt about so much in the past three months and here he was enjoying his own private show while she touched and pleasured herself. He longed to reach out and touch her; the frustration was almost unbearable. Instinctively, his hand was straying where it shouldn’t. After a few more very enjoyable minutes wearing the dress she began to unfasten it and let it slide down her body. There was a sound from behind her. She spun round to see Ben in the doorway, smiling. He stepped slowly towards her. “Mr An…I was just er…that is I meant…this is…” she stammered as her face burned ever more red with shame. She looked down at the dress on the floor around her. Words escaped her grasp. How the hell was she going to get out of this? How would she ever live it down? What must he think? This panicked chain of thoughts crashed to a halt as Ben lifted her chin with his finger and kissed her. His lips were soft and tasted sweet and salty all at the same time. She gasped for breath as he squeezed her tightly. He began peppering little kisses all over her face as she ran her hands up his back and into his hair. Suddenly he stopped and pushed her away. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have…” “No” she said softly, and drawing him closer to her whispered “take me to bed”. … The Great Bed was an imposing structure, rising almost ten feet up to the high ceiling of the Red Bedroom. A table lamp was the only light in the room, and the long velvet drapes around the massive four-poster could just be made out, suspended from the gilded pelmet to the floor. The light cast a pink glow over Ben and Phyllida, kissing passionately. Ben kissed, bit and squeezed her bare breasts, licking and sucking her nipples while she groaned with pleasure. He was Phyllida quickly unfastened Ben’s shirt and jeans, fumbling with the buttons as she hurried to undress him. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” he whispered hoarsely as she took in the sight of his naked body in front of her, her eyes wide and hungry, her lips slightly parted. She took hold of his hand and placed it on her hip. “Take off my panties” she commanded, then blushed, a little shocked at her own forwardness. He smiled and obeyed her, caressing her round bottom as he slid down the lace garments and threw them to the ground. Phyllida closed her eyes as he slowly ran a hand down from her breasts, across her belly to between her thighs, now hot and wet with excitement. He leant down and softly kissed her there, noticing that one of her hands gripped the bedcovers tightly, while the other unconsciously rubbed one of her pink nipples. Her breathing escalated. It was loud enough in her own head to block out any thoughts other than the feeling of him massaging her, his rough stubbly chin, and the delicious smell of masculine sweat on her body. She moved her hips in rhythm with the movement of his hands, and pulled him closer to kiss him again. Pressure began to mount in her belly. She felt so sensitive that his touch was pleasure and agony at the same time. They kissed harder and deeper. Hands and feet took on a life of their own and her hips bucked uncontrollably… “Don’t stop,” she moaned, grabbing his hands and pulling them closer into her. Another moan. Welling up inside. Nearly ready to burst… “Fuck! Oh fuck I’m coming!” The shockwaves reverberated through her whole body, right to her fingertips, eventually ebbing away. Her head spun for a minute; all she could feel was the warmth and her pulse beating between her legs. When she finally opened her eyes, Ben was gently kissing her chest, neck and shoulders. She went to embrace him and felt his erection warm against her thigh. She ran her fingers over his cock as she licked her lips hungrily. He gave a little moan of pleasure. The head of his cock was very smooth when she felt it, and his balls seemed to jump away at her touch. She stroked them, her fingernails gently scratching. Phyllida sank down the silken bed covers and planted little kisses all over it, before rubbing it back and forth across her lips. She paused and looked up at Ben with a raised eyebrow. “Yes…yes I want that” he stammered, his voice a hoarse whisper. She slid her full lips down his shaft, savouring his musty male smell. She used her tongue to explore him inch by inch, alternately swirling it round his cock and then gently biting. Ben, watching intently, tangled his hands in amongst her long hair and gently guided her up and down. She continued this way, tasting his tender flesh with her warm lips, enjoying varying the pressure and sucking, until she felt the stirrings of her second climax. Just then, unexpectedly, he pulled away from her mouth. She exclaimed, assuming he was displeased, when his cock exploded in front of her, jets of his hot cum covering her tits and stomach. They fell asleep together, both exhausted and covered in sticky juices. … Ben was woken by the hot sun beating down on his face. Stretching and opening his eyes, he realised where he was and slowly the events of last night came back to him. Phyllida and her clothes were gone. His watch read 8.34 am. He quickly dressed and went next door to the costume gallery. The dress was back in its locked case. In the Heaven Room, the laptop and the books had been put away. Ben’s brow furrowed and he scratched his head. At the end of the corridor, Phyllida’s office door was ajar. He tapped lightly and looked inside. On the desk was a small envelope bearing his name. He opened it and stepped over to the window. Ben Last night was a mistake. Never should have happened. Please never mention it again. P. Ben looked out and could see Phyllida getting into her silver Ford Mondeo. He ran out of the fire exit and across the gravel driveway, to see her car coming out of the courtyard. He ran into the road in front of it and the car screeched to a halt. He flung the passenger door open, his face red with anger. “You were just going to leave? Just like that?” He noticed her eyes were red, and his tone softened. “What’s up? Did I do something wrong?” “I have to go.” “Why? I thought we both enjoyed last night…”. He grabbed her arm. “Phyl, I saw the real you, didn’t I?”. “Yes!” she shouted, pulling away from him. “Yes, and it bloody terrifies me!” She turned off the engine and stepped out of the car. She slumped against the door, her head in her hands. Ben walked over and pulled them away from her face, holding them against his chest. She blinked back the tears which were welling up, avoiding his gaze. “I didn’t want you to see this”. A rumble of thunder sounded in the distance. “What, that you cry? You’re a human being, Phyl, of course you cry. And last night you were the most beautiful, sexy woman.” He brushed a tear off her cheek. “Why hide that?” “Ben, I’m your manager. It would become very difficult professionally if we…if there was any other type of relationship between us. I’ve worked so hard to build up my reputation...”. A smile crept across Ben’s lips. “What’s funny?” On Display London in the spring of 2012 was a city of hope and buzz. In the streets of Camden tourists crowded pavements and cafes, and Londoners strolled the canals and contemplated love and life. In a quiet street, a few steps away from the throngs, Mark and Victoria surveyed their new flat. They had saved for many years to buy it, and now they had the money to undertake some much needed renovations. The couple were in their early thirties, married and deeply in love. They could spend days in each others company and never grow bored. They made love as though they had only just met. Both cycled regularly, both took care of their bodies and took pride in how they looked. Mark often marvelled at how he had this beautiful woman at his beck and call, Victoria couldn't believe her luck in finding such a caring, generous man who looked gorgeous naked. Their friends were scattered all over the city. They were of the age that some of them were starting to have children. Mark and Victoria enjoyed their friends' company but the conversations had increasingly been focused on babies, mortgages and DIY, none of which held any interest for them. It was on a sunny day, when spring had begun heating the furnaces of summer, that Victoria put down a magazine she had been reading and fetched herself a drink. Bored, Mark reached over to take a look. She had been reading an article about high class sex parties, where everyone wore a mask and suit or cocktail dress. As the evening developed so the clothes started to come off, and people started having sex right there for all to see. "Interesting article." Mark commented as his wife came back into the room. "It is isn't it? Don't get any ideas though, you." She took the magazine back. "Not your sort of thing?" He replied after a long pause. "Getting naked in front of a bunch of pervs? I don't think so." "I'm not sure these people are there to perv, I think they're there to hook up with other people." "I don't need to hook up with other people." "Nor do I. I don't need it, but I am curious." Victoria looked at her husband. She remembered that he had had very little sexual experience when they had first met, and that she was his first. She wondered if it was his animal self that made him curious. "Hmmm." She said, not committing herself. Mark knew he shouldn't push it, but he really was amazed to discover that people, people who were friends, got together for drinks, a few laughs and to get naked. He had to find out more. --- It had been a perfect holiday. Amazing food, long, dramatic hikes and idyllic beaches. Mark and Victoria had returned looking tanned and toned. Victoria had also returned with the surprising realisation that she no longer was intimidated by Mark's suggestion of going to a sex party. This realisation had come to her one day on the beach. It had been towards the end of a long day of hiking. Victoria had removed her bikini top and was soaking up the rays in a thong. She was reading a book and couldn't help but notice all the men on the beach glancing over her body. She didn't mind the attention. She had Mark with her and so it was obvious she wasn't alone. She was pleased with how her body had toned up, plus what harm was being done? The men were only occasionally looking at her, they weren't doing anything outrageous. Her only disappointment was that these men didn't seem to want to engage in conversation. The couple had hoped to get chatting with the locals but the locals didn't seem interested. It struck Victoria that the parties of which Mark had talked may be what they had been looking for. She realised she could cope with being in a room full of people in just a thong, after all there would be other girls there in equal states of undress. Everyone would be there to enjoy themselves, to chat and to make friends. Mark was tasked with finding an appropriate event. Men and women in equal numbers, friendly atmosphere, with a touch of class. The first and third were easy to guarantee, finding a group of people who you knew would be welcoming was a much more difficult challenge. He plunged into the depthless world of kink, connecting with people online. He knew that he held in his hands the precious, delicate dignity and beauty of his girl, but at last he found exactly the sort of gathering in which she would not only feel comfortable but, hopefully, enjoy immensely. --- Victoria stared at herself in the full length mirror. She was entirely naked. The light clung to her breasts, stomach and thighs. She turned and the light glowed on her buttocks. In the shadows she was smiling. Happy with her body, Victoria was ready. "You look amazing." Mark stood as his wife entered the room clad in a full-length tight fitting dress that described her curvaceous figure. From behind it looked as though she was not wearing a thing - the back of the dress open to the base of the spine and the thin grey silky material leaving no doubt as to the shape of her butt. Dressed in a tailored black pinstripe suit and pure white shirt, handsome Mark took Victoria's hand and led her outside. Worried that a long journey may cause her to change her mind, and wanting to treat her like the beautiful goddess that she had so obviously become this evening, he had booked a taxi. In an elegant side street called Beauville Avenue, just on the edge of central London, a shiny black door was set in the elegant front of a Georgian house. The windows were all shuttered. The taxi dropped Mark and Victoria outside. He led the way up the steps and handed his wife an ornate Venetian mask layered in ornate gold and purple detail. He knocked on the door and pulled on his own, much simpler mask. The door was opened by a tall lady in a black silk ball gown, and gold heels. She, too, wore an elegant mask. "Mark? Victoria?" "Yes, pleased to meet you." Mark held out his hand but the lady went and hugged him, and then Victoria, tightly. "Oh it's so good to meet you! Thank you for coming. Please come in." They entered the hallway, their shoes clicking on the exposed wooden floors, their eyes taking in the deep red walls and large mirrors in intricate gold frames. Somewhere in the house they could hear the low buzz of conversation and music consisting of a strange combination of violins, woodwind and synthesiser. Their hostess led the way into a small library and invited them to sit on a green leather sofa. She handed them two flutes of champagne. "I'm Jane, I think I've spoken with you on email Mark" "Yes, that was me." "Well welcome to my house, which I own with my husband Rob. You'll meet him in a bit." "Thank you, it's a beautiful building." Said Victoria. "Thanks. Now, I'm sure you know all this but I have to go over some rules first. If you get too drunk you won't be invited back, we like to retain a touch of class. If you don't feel comfortable taking your clothes off, then don't take your clothes off, there's absolutely no pressure here. Make friends before making out, this is a social event more than a sex club. And finally, and most importantly, no means no." "OK, got it." Said Mark. "There are bowls of condoms everywhere as well as lube and wipes. We have a waiter and waitress - they aren't to be touched by the way - serving finger food and drinks. If either of you want to take a shower we have a couple upstairs along with plenty of fresh towels. Play rooms are all on this floor. I know this is your first time so please let me assure you that we are a friendly bunch and really don't expect anyone to do anything they realise they're not comfortable with. Now, let's introduce you to some people." As Jane led them back into the hallway Victoria realised that, despite her rapidly beating heart, she was beginning to feel more comfortable about this. Mark had assured her that these people were friendly, and now she could see he was right. A few people turned to see the new couple walk into the room, which was surprisingly large, furnished with black leather sofas and clad in dark green floral wallpaper and white painted walls. More of those beautiful mirrors hung on three of the four walls, along the fourth were a few paintings of erotic scenes. Everyone looked so smart. All the men wore tailored suits, all the women in gorgeous figure-hugging dresses. Apart from the waiter and waitress, who bore silver platters of finger food, everyone wore a mask - the women's all as detailed as Jane's and Victoria's, the men's all as simple as Mark's. Jane introduced them to a couple before going to answer another knock at the door. They all shook hands and made introductions. Apart from Mark, Victoria thought Harry to be one of the most handsome men she had ever met. He had a strong frame, square jaw and angular cheekbones which peeked out just beneath the mask. She wished she could properly see his eyes. Mark put his arm around Victoria's waist, which was part possessive, part assurance that he considered her as beautiful as any of the other women in he room, including Harry's partner Freya. Freya had long wavy blonde hair that tumbled across her small shoulders to point teasingly towards her full breasts. She had a stunning face and Mark, like Victoria, silently wished he could see her eyes. "Is this your first time here?" Freya asked Victoria. "Yes. It was Mark that heard about it and we thought we'd give it a go. How about you?" "This is our second time." "Oh? So you enjoyed it enough last time?" Freya giggled and blushed before replying. "Yes, although I wasn't brave enough then to get involved with anything. But it's like Jane would have told you, there's no pressure to get involved. We watched other people having fun but...I wasn't quite ready. Harry briefly took part in something but that was it." "Can you say what it was you did?" Mark asked Harry. "Feel free to ignore that question, I'm still discovering boundaries." He added. "It's a reasonable question." Harry replied, smiling. "There were a few women on one of the beds having sex and whatnot. One of them invited me over and unzipped me. She treated me to a blowjob as I watched this gloriously debauched scene." "I kind of enjoyed watching it all too." Said Freya. "And at the end of the night, after we'd left, I regretted not taking part." "So you think you'll have a go tonight?" Asked Victoria. "It depends if I meet the right girl or boy to try something with." Through the mask Victoria saw Freya give her a wink and cheeky grin. --- It was shortly after 10 o'clock, about two hours after they had arrived, when the party took a turn. Mark and Victoria had met and chatted with several friendly couples, most of them open about why they were here and what they had enjoyed in the past. At the other side of the room a woman with straight black hair was having the back of her dress unzipped. The two narrow strips of material that formed the top half of the dress now hung from her waist Mark remembered talking with the woman, Tamsin, earlier on in the evening. As with everyone else here she was friendly, in a long-term relationship and excited to be here. The man who had unzipped her dress, her husband, began unfastening her corset. The two people with whom Mark was talking with continued their conversation as if nothing was happening, and he, too, tried to zone back in on what was being said. The corset was removed. Tamsin's breasts, small with erect nipples, were displayed for all to see. Having revealed his wife, her husband rejoined the group. They all carried on talking as before. Mark glanced across to Victoria, who was with another set of people. She too was looking at what was going on across the room. "Please, Carl, get me out of this dress." These words were spoken by Melanie, the woman in the group of three of which Mark was a part. Melanie continued talking with Mark as Carl slowly began undressing his partner. Her dress slid all the way off. She, too, was wearing a corset that squeezed her breasts up and her waist in amidst a flurry of black lace. She wore a matching black g-string, the tiny lace triangle at the front barely covering her. The corset was removed to reveal her lovely tits. "Do you like what you see?" Asked Melanie. Mark looked at Carl. "Don't look at me!" Carl said. "At this party we're encouraged to look at each others' bodies. I love Melanie, and yes, I can be possessive. But I also enjoy sharing, as does she." "So?" Prompted Melanie. "Beautiful. I mean, you have a great body." "Thank you." With that done they resumed talking about more every day things. Every now and then another woman was stripped of her dress. Mark sought out his wife. "Are you OK?" He asked when they were alone. "Yes, they're really nice people." "Just because the girls are taking their clothes off it doesn't mean you have to, not if you don't want to." "I know, it's OK. Let's see how it goes." An hour later and three quarters of the women had been undressed. Carl had removed Melanie's last remaining piece of underwear and shortly after had led her naked to one of the playrooms. They were joined by another couple, clothed male, naked female. Mark and Victoria were with a husband and wife they had been chatting with towards the beginning of the evening. They had enjoyed and felt comfortable in their company. Freddie and Gayle were older, about ten years older, but still retained youthful looks. Freddie had removed Gayle's dress, which now was draped on the back of one of the sofas with several others, some time ago. She wore pasties and a black thong. Victoria was glad that Mark had reminded her of the dress code. The invite had the usual 'smart dress' requirements, but with the addition of 'Short, unpatterned boxer shorts for the gentlemen, black underwear for the ladies'. She had finished four glasses of champagne, but she was not drunk, not even tipsy. She was, though, beginning to feel more and more liberated. Without feeling under any pressure whatsoever, and keen to see Mark's reaction, Victoria made up her mind. She waited for a lull in the conversation. "Mark, would you please remove my dress?" "Are you sure?" He whispered in her ear. "Yes." She whispered back before kissing him full on the lips. Mark took his time. He was supremely proud of his wife's tight body, and wanted to make sure he had the attention of some of the others in the room as he slowly revealed her. Because the dress was open at the back it had no zip. He slid the silky straps off of her soft, elegant shoulders. Her corset advertised the curves of her perfectly feminine torso. She took compliments from Freddie and Gayle as she was undressed. Mark removed the corset and laid it on a table beside them. He noticed a few people looking across, including Jane who gave him a surreptitious thumbs up. Slowly, slowly, he inched the dress over the twin ovals of her bum. He kissed the tiny mole there. Down along her smooth thighs off of her long legs. She stepped out of the dress and Mark placed it behind them. Mark was fully erect and hugely turned on. His love, his gorgeous, perfect muse stood in just a tiny g-string and high stilettos. He could tell her heart was beating as fast as his, her breasts, bigger than a handful, rose and fell rapidly. But he could tell she was at ease. Her dusky nipples had hardened and she smiled widely beneath her mask. "There's something so beguiling about a woman." Said Freddie. "Her delicate, graceful neck on such lovely, narrow shoulders. The two inviting breasts, those divine fruit, protruding in such a tantalising way. Her small back, which can be covered by a man's hand, down which the perfect curve of her spine ends so magnificently between the soft ellipses of her bottom. "That inspiring behind, above the sensitive backs of her thighs, giving a little glimpse of the wonders that can be found at her front. Smooth thighs that bulge ever-so gently. Silky stomachs framed by those delicious oblique channels that point down, down towards maybe a small tuft of hair, maybe nothing there at all. And then the star of this magnificent display. Something that is, maybe, the very essence of her being. Two small, unassuming lips which part like the most erotic orchid to disclose the pink pleasure beneath, made from the softest material to be found on Earth." Victoria's mouth was open and she knew she was blushing. My god, she thought, this man has a magical way with words. She knew she wet but she didn't care. She knew Freddie could put it more eloquently but she now felt so very naked and so...well...horny. "Freddie, dear, you mustn't embarrass us girls like that." Said Gayle as she took his hand in hers. "Forgive me, darling, but I find you creatures so inspirational. Now, if you will please excuse us." Together they walked away into one of the playrooms. Mark slipped his arm around his wife's bare waist then, without realising, began stroking her butt. She looked so incredible, barely dressed in this room full of clothed men. About half of the guests were now in the playrooms from where there emanated the occasional groan or scream of pleasure. Victoria felt so alive and so aware of her body. Being stripped by Mark, those words from Freddie, her husband casually caressing her naked arse. And now, across the room, she saw that she had the attention of the handsome Henry. But she wasn't ready. Not yet. She had already done so much more than she thought she would. Standing in a room of fully dressed men in nothing but a mask, heels and thong. It felt strange, but wonderful. She felt free, and powerful and so very sexy. "Are you happy?" Asked Mark. "Yes, but I think I'm ready to go." "Now? OK, that's fine." "Thank you. I'm sorry, I know you want to stay." "It's fine, really. You look amazing. You are amazing. I love you so much." "I love you too. Let's have a quick look in one of those rooms first though." Mark left his hand on his wife's bum. It wiggled and squirmed as they crossed the room to an open door. Victoria felt Harry and Freya's eyes on them which made her feel like that magical creature Freddie had described. Through the door a large bed with perfect white sheets was surrounded by half a dozen men in suits, and four near-naked women. The edges of the room were in shadow but a bright light shone on the bed. More of those ornate mirrors were hung on the walls. On the bed were two more women. They wore their masks but nothing else. Their perfect skin was, in it's entirety, on display. Victoria assessed their breasts. One pair much smaller than her own, the other about the same size. All with nipples firmly erect with excitement. Lying on her back, the woman with the smaller breasts, with short golden hair, had her legs slightly parted. Her pussy was clean shaved, small and glistening with either excitement or saliva. The other woman, a brunette, was bent over her. She was kissing her neck, her chest, her nipples. Victoria was breathing rapidly again, shocked at what she was seeing, but at the same time not at all surprised. Her attention was focused on the brunette's butt, at the tight hole on display there. How incredibly intimate. She also knew that something would be expected of her soon, and still she was not ready. She turned and, followed by Mark, she left. --- They had to wait another three months before they received another invite through the post. In that interim period their relationship had gone to a new, very exciting, level. Their love flourished, their sex life became an imaginative adventure of kink. Victoria had, at last, taken all of her clothes off in front of another man. It was during a photoshoot for couples - she wouldn't have done it without Mark there beside her. The results were stunning. The confidence she had in her body had never been higher, and she had never been happier. They both knew that this all stemmed from that evening when Victoria had offered up her bottom and breasts to the gaze of perfect strangers. On Display The invitation was on thick textured card. Lightly scented and edged in gold it contained just a few words: Beauville Avenue Saturday September 21st There was no prompt to RSVP. This was the sort of event that you did not want to turn down. The invite filled Mark and Victoria with excitement. Victoria spent most of Saturday afternoon preparing. She cleaned, buffed and shaved her body until she could stand in front of the mirror with a smile on her face. It was a tempestuous evening with rain pummelling the windows. Although nerves were not as much of an issue as last time, Mark had ordered a taxi so as to begin the evening in style. He led his wife out to the vehicle, sheltering them both beneath an umbrella. "Are you looking forward to it?" He asked as they were spirited through the dripping streets of London. "Yes, I think so. The people were so friendly last time and I enjoyed the attention. But I'm still nervous, I think there will be more expectation this time." "You don't have to do anything you don't want to, Jane was clear on that, remember?" "Yes, I know." "And if you do feel uncomfortable we can always leave." She looked at her husband and kissed him. He was such a good man. This time, when the door opened, Jane greeted them and took them straight through to the main room. Mark was glad when Freddie and Gayle came over - they seemed to put Victoria at ease. Sure enough, within minutes, they were all conversing amiably. "Freddie has promised not to embarrass us when we undress like the last time." "Did I promise? Well, I'll try my best." "To be honest, Freddie, you made me feel amazing." Said Victoria. "Oh yes, she was still blushing about that when we got home." Mark added. Several more couples arrived over the next hour. Just like last time, the men all wore smart suits, and the ladies wore ball gowns. Everyone was wearing a mask. Victoria, anxious for something to happen, was almost relieved when the first lady was stripped of her dress. She knew that, before long, Mark would be uncovering her too. He waited until they had started to be comfortable in the company of a new couple, one they had not spoken with before. This time he slid the straps off her shoulders without asking as the conversation continued. The dress fell to her feet and, as she was stepping out of it, Mark freed her of her corset. That feeling came back, the one of slight embarrassment, mixed with the confidence that came from knowing you looked great and had the attention of a lot of the people in the room. Before now she had never focused on how it felt to wear a g-string. But now she was very conscious of how the small triangle of material pressed lightly on her pussy and how it allowed through the gentle breeze of someone passing by. The string that plunged down the cleft of her buttocks felt amazingly sensual. The room was starting to empty as couples began drifting into the playrooms. Victoria recognised Harry and Freya across the room. They, too, were seeking out excitement elsewhere. Suddenly Victoria realised she wanted to follow them. "Mark?" "Yes, gorgeous?" "You want to go and look in one of those rooms?" "Yeah, sure, if you're ready." She could feel the slight wobble of her naked bottom as they crossed the room to the door through which Harry and Freya had just gone. It was the same as the one she had seen last time, but this time there was a man and woman having sex. Wow, thought Victoria, he has an amazing body. This was the first time she had seen another man naked since getting together with Mark. He had a strong back and muscular legs, just like Mark's. But, although it was rather wonderful, this man's arse was no way near as good as her husbands. The sweat on the man's body betrayed the fact that he had been fucking the woman, who may or may not have been his partner, for quite some time. The man fell to the bed, turned onto his back and lifted the woman onto his hard cock. They weren't making love, they were fucking. Raw, pure and passionate, seemingly unaware of the dozen or so people looking on. Victoria squeezed Mark's hand. His mouth was agape. She looked down and saw that he was turned on by this act before them. She felt jealous of the woman on the bed, who had the men so mesmerised. Deep, rumbling grunts emanated from deep within the man's rippling chest. He picked up the woman, placed her on the bed and thrust harder and harder, forcing loud squeals out of her. Her breasts were bouncing vigorously, her legs wide to receive the thick cock of her lover. He pulled out and took himself in his hand. After masturbating briefly a long stream of creamy cum cannoned out over her stomach and gaping pussy. The couple lay for a while and conversation resumed amongst the spectators. After wiping the cum off of themselves they wandered off to the showers. Victoria thought this particular display a bit strange, but that may have been because she had only come in towards the end. She turned to start speaking with Mark but then noticed that Freya was crawling onto the bed. Her perky arse was pointing towards where Mark and Victoria stood. She was still wearing a g-string but her tits were dangling free. Once she attained the middle of this rather large bed she lay on her back and began running her hands slowly over her body, lingering over the nipples and thighs. One hand found her pussy and slipped in beneath the g-string. Genuine sounds of enjoyment found their way out of her lips. She closed her eyes. Victoria surreptitiously began stroking her husband's cock through the material of his trousers. She saw Harry looking at her and smiled. God, she felt like such a slut. A wonderful, powerful slut. Someone tentatively took hold of her free hand. It was Freya. She had crawled to the edge of the bed and now was touching Victoria. She gave her hand a gentle tug. Well, this is it. Mark kissed her on the neck before she allowed Freya to pull her onto the bed. The other girl laid back down and Victoria crawled beside her. Her breasts hung tantalisingly within Freya's reach, who took hold of them. It felt strange to be so intimate with another woman, but the obvious pleasure of the men watching made it enjoyable. Freya lifted her head and gave Victoria a quick kiss on her neck. Victoria kneeled with her head down to continue kissing the girl. Her legs spread slightly to give the aroused men a tantalising glimpse of her pussy and the O of her butt, both of which were now inadequately covered by her underwear. She felt as though she was falling fast down a slide into another world. In this world women controlled men with the flash of naked flesh and the promise of exquisite sex. Freya was pulling off her underwear. Victoria still felt a little squeamish but her curiosity took over and she ran her fingers over the inviting lips between the blonde woman's legs. It was as though she was touching herself, feeling that same sleek, tender skin, the same sticky nectar beneath the pink folds around the pearly clit. She allowed Freya to remove her own g-string and looked her loving husband in the eye as her pussy and anus were revealed for all to see. Now Freya was beckoning Harry over. They kissed long and hard, tongues darting in and out, writhing over one another. He placed a hand on Victoria's butt and squeezed hard. She responded by twisting slightly to give him access to her clit. Mark stepped forward and ran his hand up along Freya's reclined body, she gave herself readily to him. He fondled her breasts then her pussy. Now he sought out Victoria's butt. He leaned down and kissed it, tongued the tight ring and slathered her cunt with drool. Harry had unzipped his trousers and Victoria looked up, enveloping his thick, hard appendage into the depths of her mouth. Her husband's fingers sought out her g spot and slipped into her butt. He fucked her like this for a while, drawing out her liquid pleasure. Then he, too, unleashed his cock. He maneuvered himself so that he could enter her from behind. Freya spun around and worked her busy tongue over Victoria's clit, while she, too, was finger fucked by Harry. Mark's glorious, pulsating penis buried deep inside her, Freya's hot lips and strong tongue thrilling her clit, Harry's cock in her mouth and his hands and fingers all over her tits and arse. All the while the other men and women looked on, passively exulting in this wonderful performance. The two naked women occasionally swapped positions, allowing the men access to wherever their mouths, hands or cocks wanted to go. After what felt like hours she found herself back in that same position, 69'd with Freya, her lips clamped around Harry's lovely hardness and her husband fucking her pussy. She tasted precum. This was soon followed by a hard pulsing in Harry's cock. He pulled away from Victoria's sucking and directed his delicious ooze all over Freya's exposed pussy. Freya responded by arching her back uncontrollably. Victoria's fingers, deep inside her, felt the gush of cum as the other woman orgasmed noisily. Now she, too was taken over by the dizzying approach of pure bliss, spurred on by Freya's frantic licks. Mark, huge, massive, g spot hitting Mark suddenly pumped an amazing load of cum inside her, a sensation so intense that she too, at last, surrendered to the licking lips, the horny gazes and appreciative erections, all pointing at her overt sex. Her juices mingled with Mark's and she fell to the bed in an exhausted embrace with Freya. Eventually the two women were led by their partners to the showers. Harry and Freya were not finished yet, but Victoria was done for the night. She had come so far, had cum so hard. Never before had she felt so full of vigour. Not only did she feel like a sex goddess, she was a sex goddess. Mark and Victoria returned to their lives, now so enriched by lively, imaginative sex. Every now and then they returned to Beauville Avenue to meet and play with friends old and new. On Display The day finished up nicely for Myra and I. We'd had a great time visiting some of the finest tourist spots that San Francisco can offer. Our lunch was delicious. I feasted doubly on my meal and her luscious form. She wore a sexy tight black halter and a short black leather mini. Her boots held her legs taught and ass high on their five inch heels. All in all, I felt like a prince to have the attentions of such a fine looking young woman. You see, this day was a highlight to our year long internet friendship, but the dividends were yet to come. But alas, the day was coming to a close and I wanted to get her back before 5, so we were soon cruising down the Junipero Serra. For those of you that have never taken I-280 between San Francisco and Santa Clara Valley, the road is one of the most scenic in the state; long sloping curves with vistas of green hills topped by frothy fog banks. My speed was a moderate 60+, as I was in no hurry to see the day end. Our mood had been playful and teasing, but the tension had been palpable. Other than an arm slipped around her waist and a nuzzle to her neck at the top of Coit Tower, I'd been a gentleman. She had her man and I had my lady. This day was just a pleasant interlude for both of us. I wanted more and I could sense the same from her, but our ties would bind us. The sun was warm in the car as we drove past the Pacifica exit. She let the seat back and notched it to a slight recline as we drove. She was quite a vision: five foot eight, long raven hair, dark stormy eyes, a flashing wicked smile with lush pouting lips, full round D-cup breasts straining on her modish halter, the outlines of thick round aureoles pressing the material, a smooth taut light brown tummy, round full hips, sitting atop long smooth legs. She was quite the wicked vixen. My eyes strayed from the road as I drank in her long legs, smooth and soft. It was the most natural thing in the world to slip my hand from the gearshift and onto her bare knee. "Mmmm" was all she purred. My cock started to thicken as my fingers danced softly over her round knee and lower left thigh. "You have the smoothest skin, Alex." I called her by her alter ego and she sifted slightly, opening her legs a bit. "You know how much you turn me on..." my fingers tracing gentle circles over her knee and lower thigh. She sighed and notched the seat back a few till she lay at 45 degrees. It was then that I noticed the blue Ford 4x4 coming up on our right. All I could see was his headlights, but I could imagine what the driver saw if he was looking down. "Mmmm, your hand feels so good on me... Rough, yet gentle..." she nearly purred with desire, languid as a supine cat. My hand slipped a bit higher and she shifted a bit more to the side. Now my hand was caressing back and forth across both knees and kneading her thigh. She had smooth soft skin with strong muscle tone underneath. Her thighs opened and her head tilted back and to the side with a sigh. I took the signal of supplication to explore further. I checked my path down the highway, clear and straight, slowed to 60. The truck kept pace right with us, slightly to the rear. The wonders of cruise control. My fingers lifted her tight leather miniskirt. "Lift your hips." I growled and she smoothly acceded. I pulled the hem up swiftly, exposing her black satin thong. She resumed her position, legs akimbo, but now with her skirt hiked around her waist. My right hand strayed up and over the cup of her breast, fingers slipping under her halter and touching the taut skin on the underside of her full tits. With a flash I pulled the halter away and up. Her tits jiggling roughly and her breath sucked in with surprise. She was half exposed to the driver of the 4X4 nestled next to us. "Don, I don't know...", she started to plead. "You'll do what I say. I'm in control here." I tweaked her already protruding nipple, which caused her to suck in her breath and glance back at me before returning her gaze to our wingman. "You like being watched, don't you? What a good slut.. turning on strange men, making them want you. Caress your titties for him." She hesitated, so I stroked her left breast, then pinched her stiff thick dark nipple. "Owww!" "Do it!", I hissed. She raised her graceful long fingers to her breasts and caressed and cupped them, thumbs stroking her nipples. I reached over and slipping my hand behind her neck, I pulled her to me. I kissed her roughly, sucking her lip, before releasing her. She lurched back into the semi reclined seat, lipstick askew. Her eyes were wild and darting, lids heavy with lust. I smiled evilly at her. I could not help reaching down to grasp my straining cock and she let out a small mew when she saw my pants stain with a dot of pre-cum. I returned to caress her long legs. Her knees rounded and bent. I could see her rubbing one free foot over her slick patent leather pumps. I so enjoyed to see her in such precipitous high heels and I could tell she loved to excite with them. She continued to cup and smooth her tits, her long fingers tugging at her engorged nipples. Her aureoles wrinkled and taut with excitement. Goosebumps evident on her full round boobs. I licked my lips and slipped my hand lower. Her thighs were like satin on the insides. I could not get enough of tracing my finger tips over one and then the other. I massaged them firmly and slowly, sliding a little lower each time. As I got next to her V, I wriggled my pinkie finger side to side, glancing over the satin panel of her thong. I glanced down and could see no hairs straying from the thin underwear, belying her attention to such sultry details. She shuddered slightly as I caressed her thighs, they parted further. My fingers grouped up and around her hip, smooth and naked, pulling her thong hem to the side. Then with a deft move, I slipped my whole palm down over her panty. I could feel her heat and she lifted her hips higher. My fingers manipulated the satin cloth against her mons, a finger pressing down into her cleft. My hand glided back and forth, furrowing deeper into her lips, the soft black cloth pressing against her vulva. My thumb reached back and hooked her hem, first sliding it taught, then slipping it lower, exposing the small tuft of hair atop her pussy. My palm ground slowly over her mound as my finger slipped the panel to the side. I darted my eyes to see her lips, wet and turgid, engorged with lust. I returned my gaze to the road, swerving only slightly, hoping our neighbor was attentive as well. "Pull those panties off... you have to give him a good look at that beautiful pussy, dear." She readily obeyed, sated with desire, yearning to expose herself to me and our voyeur. There she was, naked from the waist down, her tits exposed to the sunny outside, cars whizzing quickly past us to our left. "Mmmmm, that's a good slut... keep those titties happy..." My fingers drifted slowly back and forth around the crowning tuft on her pussy, then index and ring slid down the join of her legs and hips to bracket her lips. She moaned low and a bit louder. I pressed my fingers together, thick labia between them, surrounding her clitty, rubbing it. I ground my hand slowly in circles feeling her clit engorge and poke out from its hiding place. Her hips shifted back and forth slowly, grinding with me. Her breathing was rough and ragged, but it turned to a shuddering moan as my middle finger slid down her lips and circling her opening and then in. She was wet, so very wet. My finger probed gently, wetting itself on her juices. I quickly brought it to my lips to wet it further and taste her nectar. She moaned again as our eyes met for a moment, my finger lewdly sucked into my mouth. She reached out and caressed my face before I returned my wet fingers to her snatch. I slipped back into her warm wetness, this time delving deeper. The scent of her musk wafting up to me, filling the car. My finger circled and probed, quick then slow... Her hips urging me on faster, but I denied her. She moaned roughly, panting as I frigged her. Her pussy juiced with lust and her hips flexed to my motions. I slipped my index finger into her hole, filling her with my thick long fingers. My palm rubbing her stiff nub with each circling stroke. I curled my fingers inside her deep and I felt her rising. She gasped, eyes glued to our mysterious traveler. I wriggled them deep inside her and I felt her gush, wet so wet. She cried out and gripped my wrist to keep me there. My fingers moved in and out, lightening quick, giving her no respite. She tightened and shuddered. Short loud cries echoed off the windshield. She shuddered again and then, spent, collapsed down onto the seat. I brought my fingers out slowly and up to her lips. "Suck your cum, slut, show him how hot you got" She slurped my two fingers in, tongue circling and lips sucking. "Shall we exit and say hello to your stranger, Myra?" She grinned wickedly and nodded her head... On Display I met him in a bar, after a night out with friends. I wasn't ready to call it a night, so I stopped in for one last drink. As I sat down and ordered a drink, he turned to me and struck up a conversation. We talked for a while, laughing about nothing really, and I noticed he had a wedding ring on. I'm not usually into married men, so I pulled back a bit and decided to keep it casual. He commented on my necklace, the pendant of which dipped deeply into my cleavage. He reached out and slipped his finger under the chain and casually ran his finger down to the top of my breasts to lift the design out. It was done so casually and seemingly innocent but I immediately felt a dampening in my panties. I turned away and finished my drink, ordered a second. We kept talking and I felt his hand on my knee. I knew I should stop him but the more I talked to him the more his casual conversation turned me on. After an hour or so, I said I had to leave and he suggested going along. I declined, but allowed him to walk me to my car. At the door, I turned around to thank him for the drinks and conversation, and he leaned over and pressed his lips to mine. I felt the power immediately in my chest and thighs, and opened my mouth to let his tongue probe mine. He lined his body up with mine and pressed me up against the car. I could feel his crotch hard and throbbing against mine. We kissed aggressively, one of his hands sliding up the back of my neck to grip my head in place and the other sliding up the outside of my thigh under my short skirt. It took a few minutes before I regained my wits enough to separate my mouth. Extremely aroused but wary I asked about his wife. He chuckled softly and said, "What about her?" and began to kiss me again. His hand slid higher up my skirt and around to caress the bottom of my ass. I heard other people exiting the bar and knew they would walk past and see us any minute. Nervously, I pulled away and told him to get in the car. We pulled away, his left hand casually sliding under the hemline of my skirt. I felt the tips of his fingers teasing my damp panties and tried to focus on driving. I turned into a motel and pulled up to the lobby as he hopped out and went in to arrange for a room. When he came out, we drove around to our room at the back of the building and parked. He took my hand and walked intently to the stairs, pausing on the landing between floors to press my back to the wall and begin kissing me again. His left hand took my wrists together and pinned them against the wall over my head, his lower body holding me firmly in place. His right hand slipped under my top, pulling my bra down and allowing my breasts to pop out. My nipples were incredibly hard and stuck through the thin fabric of my shirt. His hand slid over my nipples, caressing and pinching them through the fabric, and slowly moved up to my throat, caressing it gently before releasing my wrists and grabbing my elbow firmly and walking to the room. His fingers didn't even fumble as he turned the key and opened the door, keeping his grip on my elbow firm. He guided me in before him, and pressed me face first into the wall immediately inside the door. He held my wrists firmly in his left hand again, behind my back above my tight ass. I could feel the inside of my thighs moist and my pussy was almost dripping in anticipation. I waited for the door to close, but nothing - I still heard the traffic outside on the back road behind the motel. Our room was opposite a busy strip club and I could hear the patrons coming in and out of the bar. His right hand swiftly slid my skirt up over my ass, bare except for the string thong I had on underneath. A swift crack stung as I felt his palm land on my ass cheek and I let out a slight cry. I heard one of the patrons in the parking lot below call out to his friends and my heart skipped a beat - the thought that they could be talking about hearing my ass get slapped made my clit throb. A few more slaps and I was starting to wobble on my heels... without some relief soon I was going to fall over. I felt his hot breath in my ear whisper "I had a feeling you'd be a little kinky... you will do exactly as I say do you understand me you dirty whore?" I giggled softly and consented, secretly wondering if he'd leave the door open all night. He pulled me away from the wall, keeping my wrists tightly gripped. He pulled off his tie with his other hand, and quickly wrapped it around my wrists, securing them firmly just above my ass. His now-free left hand slid up the back of my hair, gripping a handful firmly but gently. He guided me to the bed and set me down as he moved the desk to the center of the room facing the door. He helped me stand, and then ordered me to walk around in front of the desk, so I was standing facing the strip club across the street. He opened the windows behind me and next to the door before walking over to me and kissing me hard enough to take my breath away while unbuttoning my top. He rolled the shirt into a blindfold and set it against my eyes. I pulled away sharply, but a firm slap to my thighs made me decide to submit. My clit throbbed as he finished the knot and thumbed my nipples which still spilled out of my bra. He reached down and pulled the front of my skirt up to meet the back around my waist. The front of my skimpy thong was drenched, and I could feel the satin sliding smoothly over my bare pussy. My lover turned me around and bent me over the desk, using his knees to force my legs wide open. I hear a noise nearby and a man laugh. "Nice piece," a voice said from the door. My body tensed as I felt my dominator step aside and slip a finger down between my ass crack. He chuckled softly in response. "Yes, I think she'll do quite nicely. Come in and have a seat if you'd like." I started to try to stand in protest, and a slap landed on my left ass cheek. "If you continue to argue with me, I will have no choice but to gag you. No one will touch you but me." Humiliated, I bit my lip and wished that my cunt wasn't so wet after each unexpected turn. His finger slid the string of my thong out of my ass as deftly as he had fingered my chain earlier. He hooked his finger around and pulled upwards, the tension on my clitoris making me cry out. "That's better, slut." I felt his hand grab the string and a strong tug tore the flimsy material. He reached up and tore the string around my waist, discarding my flimsy thong into a corner of the room. As it slid across my pussy, I felt another gush of fluid as my cunt started to beg to be penetrated. I heard the original guy at the door joined by another on the bed, their whispers and laughs secondary to the feeling of hands separating my ass cheeks and pushing my thighs further apart. His palm finally rested on the flat of my back and first one, then two fingers slid along my slit. I cried out, and heard the two guys on the bed start laughing as well as a third walking in from the door. I couldn't take it and spread my legs further, desperately wanting his fingers to stroke my clit. He laughed, an edge of cruelty in it. "Quite a bitch in heat...let's see what we can do about that." Two fingers delved into my soaking wet pussy, and my body writhed on the desk. I almost screamed with pleasure as his fingers alternated penetrating my tight slot and massaging my swollen clit. After a few strokes, I begged to come and was rewarded only with another slap and a firm "No." I felt him walk away from me but quickly had two soaking wet pussy drenched fingers forcing their way into my mouth. I had never tasted myself before but eagerly licked his fingers clean. I heard the unzipping of his pants and felt the soft skin of a rock hard cock against my wet lips. I opened wide to accommodate a very generous penis. I struggled not to gag as he held my head and worked into a rhythm that routinely knocked the back of my throat with the head of his prick. After about five minutes of sucking his dick, he pulled back and slapped me in the face with it, laughing at the confusion in my face. "Hey man, that your wife? You're some kind of lucky man," one of the audience members asked and I tensed again. I had forgotton that my captor was married, I was being tormented by a married man. He laughed again, with that cruel edge, "No, this is just some slut I picked up in a bar. My wife is at home, she thinks I'm working late." I moaned, and my mouth was instantly filled again with his cock, working harder in my throat as his fingers worked in my scalp, gripping my head firmly. As his rhythm became frantic, he pulled out of my mouth, walking back behind me again. Two fingers plunged deeply into my cunt, working quickly in and out and and a thumb probed my clit. Stopping, his other hand moved in running a finger its full length inside my soaking pussy and coming to rest on my virgin asshole. I wriggled aggressively - I'd never had anything in my ass and was not interested in trying. The audience hooted - my captor asked "Well, should I?" I cried out in protest, but the group's jeers and shouts drowned out my cries as the finger pressed through my resistance and opened up my hole. A second finger moved to join it and despite my writhing on the desk split my hole even wider. His fingers moved out of my cunt while his other hand gently but steadily built up a rhythm inside my ass. Suddenly he stopped, removing all of his fingers from my pussy, leaving two fingers in my ass. I felt the head of his cock rub against my sopping wet pussy lips and whimpered - remembering how big his cock was in my mouth made me worry if he was going to fit inside of me. As his fingers worked my ass open the head of his cock beat against my pussy before he lined up and pushed in. I felt my feet come up off the floor until I was standing on tiptoes as his fat dick split my pussy apart. I screamed, half in pain and half in pleasure from the beginning of what I knew would be the best release of my life. Before long, his huge penis was working my pussy at the same pace his fingers were working my tight ass. His body pounded against mine, and I heard several of the guys on the bed beating their own cocks and wishing they were in his place. I moaned with each slap of his pelvis against mine, and before long his pace quickened and I knew he was getting ready to come. Abruptly he stopped, pulling his dick out of my pussy and his fingers out of my sore ass. He moved quickly and before I knew it he had a fist full of my hair and his cock was in my throat again, my lips clamped firmly around it. His pace was frantic and with a final thrust that almost gagged me he pulled out, yanked my head up by my hair and blew several rounds of hot cum across my cheeks and lips, and on my chin. I felt all of that cum start running to the bottom of my face and I moaned. After he let my hair go, he took a deep breath and sighed deeply, before walking back around to my back and pulling me upright. He leaned my body back on the desk, only this time I was face up, my tits exposed to the steamy air. He knelt between my thighs, and wet two fingers from each hand in my still soaked pussy. Slipping two in my pussy, he slid two into my sore ass, stretching them out as I writhed in pleasure tinged pain. His mouth moved in, and I almost came from his breath on my clit alone. There was movement in the room as some of the guys stood and walked over to us. "I'm sure she won't mind," the man between my legs said. As I started to ask what he meant, his lips clamped on my pussy and his tongue moved over my clit and I almost blacked out from the pleasure. His tongue furiously licked my swollen button and my body writhed on the desk. As I took a deep breath before my orgasm exploded, I felt the first streams of more hot cum stream across my stomach. My release began almost painfully as my clit pulsed to the pressures of his tongue moving in and out of its creases. Streams of cum landed on my tits and nipples, and a few landed on my cheeks while I cried out and screamed through the strongest orgasm of my life. After I and the others finished, I heard my lover herd the guys out of the room, cordially accepting their thanks and appreciative comments. After the door closed, he gently picked up my spent body and laid me on the bed, untying my wrists first before turning the lights low and opening my blindfold. He pulled my shoes off as I allowed my body to rest and regain its strength. He dressed quietly, and sat on the bed next to me. "There's a cab outside, I need to get home to my wife. The room is paid for the night, so leave whenever you want. I left my work number on the dresser if you'd ever like to get together again. Thank you for the pleasure of your company." and he left. I showered before leaving. I slept better that night than ever, and I've masturbated countless times over the memories of the sensations. I never knew who the audience was, but I'm sure they've not forgotten the night they got a show. I haven't called him, but I've thought about it many times. Perhaps this evening while the memories are fresh from writing... On Display ***Your votes and comments warmly welcomed*** I was losing my nerve. I stood in front of the full length mirror in the cramped dressing room and battled my second thoughts. The tight corset forced my body into an exaggerated hourglass shape. The top of the corset was tucked beneath my breasts. The top of the corset skimmed just above my hips. I was wearing ridiculously high heels with straps that crisscrossed my feet and ankles all the way up to the middle of my calves. The scraps of clothing I wear did nothing to hide my body. To the contrary, what little I wore was designed to emphasize my nakedness. I watched in the mirror as the door behind me opened silently. He wasn't smiling but there was heat in his eyes. "You're almost ready," he said softly. My breath hitched as he drew an item out from behind his back. His hands reached in front of my neck as he lifted the soft leather. I resisted the urge to lift my hands as he buckled the collar into place. It was soft, more for decorative purposes than anything else. His hands on my shoulders turned me to face him. He slid his hand behind my neck and gently drew me towards him. He kissed my lips lightly. "You will do well." He allowed a small smile to tug at the corners of his mouth. He reached into his pocket and withdrew some kind of thin chain. His hand reached down to cup my breast. His fingers teased at my tits. I felt myself responding. Then a genuine smile touched his lips as he took my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Swiftly, he attached a clamp to my nipple. I gasped in surprise and a little pain. His hand moved to my other breast. It received the same treatment. The clamps were attached to each other by the thin chain I had seen. The chain was drawn through a ring that was centered between my breasts. The chain extended out from the ring. I was leashed but not in the way I had expected. He took an item from his other pocket. He unfolded it and I quickly recognized a blindfold. I desperately wanted to back out but he was moving quicker now and I felt the inevitable rolling towards me. He lifted the blindfold over my head and secured it over my eyes. It was a good blindfold; I couldn't even see a sliver of light from under the bottom. I nearly stumbled as I was pulled forward by my nipples. I was being led out of the dressing room towards...something. The sound of my heels altered. I was moving from carpet onto something that clicked under my shoes. The clamps drew my nipples sharply upward and I stopped, heeled by the leash. There was the sound of a heavy switch being thrown and I felt heat wash over my skin. A spot light? Oh my God, was I on a stage? I sensed movement. My hands were drawn in front of me with the palms facing each other. It took me a moment to realize that my wrists were being secured with rope. There was a sharp tug as the rope was knotted. My bound hands were raised over my head. They were somehow secured above me. There was a sound of metal grinding and then I felt my arms lifting higher until the balls of my feet were barely touching the stage. "You are here for our amusement." As he spoke hands slid from up to cup my breasts. His voice had come from several feet in front of me. I took note of the use of the plural. There were at least two men in the room. Someone continued to fondle my breasts as another set of hands slid around my ankles. I felt something snap into place first on one ankle and then the other. I thought it was more decorative leather until I tried to move my feet. They were secured apart with a bar. I was wide open and exposed to at least three men. It was scary. It was also incredibly erotic. "I think we will be amused to watch you squirm." There was a note of pleasure in his voice. My feet pulled at my bonds as I inadvertently tried to close my legs. He laughed. "Oh, there is no hiding. You're shame is fully evident. We can see that you are wet. Can't we, friends?" There were murmurs of agreement and with dawning horror I realized that I was on display for an entire audience. "Who would like to play with her first?" I heard several voices and the sounds of movement. Hands started wandering my body. To my horror, I felt myself responding. Fingers probed between my thighs and they slid in easily. I gasped and there was laughter. Someone else was cupping my ass, lifting me towards the hands that were teasing my pussy. I was writhing against my bonds. Abruptly, all of the hands were removed from me. I was startled by the sudden change. Without warning the clamps were removed from my nipples. I screamed as the blood rushed back. It burned and tears sprang to my eyes behind the blindfold. Palms covered my erect nipples and brushed back and forth over them. The gentle touch was intense on my tortured tits. I cried out in surprise as a hand fell heavily to slap first one tit and then the other. It didn't stop. My breasts were being slapped back and forth, swinging heavily with each blow. Another slap landed. Tears were rolling down my face but the pain was starting to lessen. My skin was starting to tingle and each blow intensified the sensation. Lips took over for the hands and I was shaking. Someone grabbed the bar keeping my legs spread. Something slid under my belly and I was suspended with my hands over my head and my legs behind me. Fingers slid to play with my clit and I cried out. There was laughter. "She's soaked!" The voice was unfamiliar. Someone caressed my ass and I knew what was coming. That was the only warning I had before blows started to rain on my ass and thighs. Heat was rising off my skin. I couldn't stop from moaning. "She loves it," another strange voice growled. I felt the bonds around my ankles being unbuckled. Hands lifted my legs and I was being wrapped around someone's hips. I couldn't stay quiet as someone shoved his cock inside me. He was bigger than I was used to and it was just shy of painful. The skin of my breasts and ass was tingling and flaming as he thrust. "Fuck her!" "She loves it. Give it to her!" Male voices were grunting encouragement. I heard flesh slapping and it wasn't only coming from me. I heard female moaning and realized that I wasn't the only one getting fucked. He pistoned harder, faster and then this stranger came inside me. "Take her down," he ordered. I was lifted up and I felt the pressure on my arms release. I was spilled forward onto a flat surface, my bound hands in front of me. Hands forced me to spread wider and then I felt another cock sliding into me. I moaned in surprise and arousal. He was covering me completely, fucking me hard. I was throwing myself back onto the anonymous cock and grunting with each thrust that penetrated me. "Someone put that mouth to better use," he said. The knots binding my wrists were undone. Hands slid behind my head and my mouth was drawn forward. I felt another cock pressing into my mouth. I moaned around it. They paused for a moment and then they found a rhythm; alternating as the cock behind me drove me forward onto the cock in my mouth and vice versa. I was shaking, the sensations coiling deeper and I couldn't stop myself. I came hard, screaming around the cock in my mouth. The man behind me dug his fingers into my hips and came as he slammed into me again and again. There was laughter and a smattering of applause. The voice of the man in front of me growled, "I want to see you licking some pussy." I felt a bolt of heat and embarrassment stroke down my belly. His cock slid out of my mouth. Someone grabbed my hair and pulled me back into a sharp arch. I heard someone else barking orders. I heard someone shimmying into place in front of me. The hand in my hair released me and I fell forward into her lap. There was male laughter. "Lick her!" "Lick that pussy!" There was shouting all around me. My face was buried between her thighs and several hands on the back of my head pushed me deeper. Tentatively, I flicked her clit with tongue. She jumped. "Yeeeaahhh!" The crowd was loving her response. I felt her thin fingers slide into my hair. She didn't force but her hips lifted, rolling a little against my mouth. I started to lap at her. She whimpered and I was surprised that to find that her response excited me. I let my tongue explore her. I circled her clit, gently tugged it between my lips. She moaned and her hips arched sharply. My tongue sped up. I was becoming absorbed in her pussy. That was why I was surprised when another cock slid into me. I hadn't even felt him come up behind me. I moaned into her body and she thrummed with the vibration. He started stroking his cock into my pussy and I knew it was going to be intense. I was eating her with enthusiasm and she was responding. He sped the pace of my fucking thrusting my face into her pussy. I stroked her with my tongue with each forward thrust. Her thighs started to shake around my head. Then, with a scream, she grabbed the back of my head and ground me into her as she came under my mouth. The taste of her became sharper as she was gripped by her orgasm. It tipped me over the edge. I grabbed her thighs, needing something to hold onto as I came. I was screaming, throwing myself onto the cock behind me, cumming with an intensity I didn't know was possible. He came with a roar. The walls of my pussy were still throbbing with the remnants of my orgasm as another cock slid into me. I recognized this cock. It was his. He didn't wait. His cock split me open as he shoved into me and began riding me hard immediately. I cried out. I was still sensitive and another orgasm blew threw me. He was driving me into the flat surface beneath me as he pumped his orgasm into me. I collapsed onto the surface beneath me as the hands withdrew. I was sweating, shaking, my body still pulsing. I moaned. I wasn't sure if I would be able to move. After several long minutes, his hands slid behind my head and gently removed the blindfold. "You did well," he said softly and kissed my brow. He used a wet towel to pat me dry and clean me off. He lifted me into his arms and I let my head drop against his chest. I was so tired. I looked around me as he carried me out. He was taking me off a stage. There was half a dozen men clustered around several women on a metal table still obscenely engaged. Below the stage, an audience of mostly men and a few scattered women applauded my departure. I had done well. On Display Another day is dawning as the sun slowly rises. Not that I'd notice though because our room has room darkening blinds but still the internal clock inside me wakes me up. I wake up slowly and snuggle back into you feeling the warmth of your bare skin on mine. I would like nothing better to snuggle into you more but you're sleeping so soundly right now and I don't want to wake you up, at least not yet. I know how important sleep is and you don't get nearly enough of it as it is so I indulge you in a few extra minutes of snooze time before I have perform to my morning appointed task. I take advantage of this time to just be with you like this and enjoy it, there aren't too many mornings that happen like this where you don't have to be anywhere early this morning. I treasure times that I can spend with you like this for they are very cherished. As much as I don't want to wake you up I know that I must, I would love to let you sleep all day, but I know that I can't do that. I stealthily burrow myself down under the covers trying my best not to wake you up quite yet. I soon find myself staring at the one thing that I can't resist and crave so much....your beautiful cock that I can't wait to get my lips around so I can taste you. I slowly and gently start licking you...I feel you start to awaken as you shift positions as your cock hardens further under my tongue. I hear your sighs and soft moans from above me telling me that I'm doing a good job so far. You reach under the covers seeking me out, your fingers entangle in my long blonde hair and you start to control my movements as I go down on you. You hold my head in place as you fuck my mouth....mmmmmm. I take every inch of your cock over and over, fucking you back. Your thrusts become more forceful and I know that you're going to come soon. Your moans become louder as your orgasm approaches quickly, and not long after that you unload into my mouth coming hard. I love the way that you taste as I quickly swallow so I don't waste a single drop. "Damn baby, you're so good at that", you tell me as you move the covers off you and see me cleaning you off. "Aww well thank you, but I just love licking and sucking your cock and of course getting to taste you." "Can't think of a better way to start a morning, doesn't get any better than that my sexy girl" "I so agree, Sir" We lay there for a little while longer, having a bit of a mini make out session enjoying our time together because this doesn't happen that often. As we lay there talking you tell me that you have surprise for me because I've been such a good girl lately. I'm always a good girl for you but I do love surprises and I can't imagine what you have in mind for me. You tell me that it's planned for later this evening and to get myself ready while you're gone. You do have to go do a little work today but it's not like your normal crazy schedule. My mind is very curious about what you have planned but I'm so excited at the same time. You finally get out of bed, get in the shower and head out but before you leave you tell me to be ready tonight at 7. I go about my normal day, taking care of things around the house but I keep a close eye on the time. My day passes by quickly and soon it's time for me to get in shower myself or maybe I should take a bath to make sure everything is very clean for you since I don't know what's going happen here tonight. I get into the whirlpool tub and soak a bit letting the jets relax me before I make sure that everything is clean and smooth. Just as I'm stepping out of the tub I hear your voice telling me that you're home. "Hey, baby...I'm home I hope you're ready for my surprise." You come walking into the master suite and come into the bathroom; you pretty much know that is where you'll find me getting ready for you. "Yes I'm very ready and very curious about what this could be, but also very excited too." I ask you what you would like me to wear for tonight because I know how much you like picking out my clothes for these occasions. You tell me that I don't need wear anything tonight; the way I am right now is just fine. Hum well that makes me really wonder what you have in mind since I'm standing here oh so very naked. You take me in your arms and we kiss sweetly at first but then our passion grows. Just when I'm starting to get really turned on you pull away from me and tell me that we have something do right now. You take me by the hand and lead me down the hall into your playroom and upon entering I see a fairly low oval table in the center of the room. I think to myself I wonder what that is all about since I've never seen it before but then I soon find out. You place a large fluffy towel on it so I'm comfortable and tell me to lie down on it face up. The table is almost large enough for me to fit on but not quite enough room for me to stretch out. I soon find out why as you begin to tell me. "Well my sexy pet; I've been learning and practicing the sensuous art of shibari. I've really had an interest in it ever since we saw the demonstration at FetCon. And tonight I'm going to restrain you that way." "Sounds good to me, Sir. I always like to try new things as well." "Glad to hear it my pet, because tonight is going to be all about new experiences." You talk to me as you are busy tying the various knots, making sure that nothing is too tight as you go. You start my upper arms securing them to table and then connecting them to my wrists, my hands are free but I can't move much else. Then you move down to my legs placing them into the desired position and tell me to keep them just like that while you fasten them down. You continue to talk to me during this process making sure that I'm comfortable. You tell me many times what a good girl I am and proud you are of me. You do each leg separately and when you're finished you have my knees tied down wide apart with my legs pulled up so my pussy is completely exposed. You stand up admiring your work and tell me how sexy I look all tied up like that. My mind is going full speed now wondering just what you have planned. "I'll be back in a minute, pet. Just relax and enjoy." I can't see you leave the room because of the way that they table is positioned in the room but I hear your footsteps leave and the door close. Being left alone like this gives me time to think, sometimes that a very dangerous thing because it gets me in trouble sometimes. As time passes I wonder just how long you've been gone. I know that you wouldn't leave me for very long restrained like this for safety reasons. I wonder if you really did leave the room even though I heard you walking away and the door closing....are you still here with me just observing? I feel the air conditioner turn on and vent is positioned so it blows right over me. The cool air is making nipples become hard nubs and I am very aware of how wet my very exposed cunt is. My question of where you are is soon answered when I hear footsteps coming back down the hall and towards the door. I hear you talking but I'm not sure to whom. The door closes as you begin to talk to me. "I'm back my pet. Miss me?" "Oh yes Sir, I did miss you. And I'm also very curious of what you have planned for this evening." "Hum well; you're going to find out right now what's going on this evening, my sweet pet. But first one more thing, I'm going to blindfold you for tonight. Don't you worry my sexy girl, relax and enjoy." "Ok Sir, I trust you but I'm a bit nervous" "Nothing to be nervous about my sweet girl like I said relax and enjoy." You place a blindfold over my eyes and then kiss me sweetly and once again tell me how proud you are of me. I hear your footsteps walk away from me going towards the door and the door opening and closing. I hear more footsteps entering the room and then your voice. "Welcome everybody, I hope that you're all hungry because I've prepared a snack for all of you and I hope you enjoy her as much as I do. Go ahead and enjoy yourselves...I know my sexy pet's going to love it." I hear footsteps approaching the low table that I'm restrained on. Just how many people are here? I have no way of knowing that but I also trust that you will keep me safe no matter what happens or even who's here. I can tell the voices that you've invited guys and girls...they all are making comments about how sexy I look like that all tied up. I feel the air move around me as they all surround the table and then I feel many hand and fingers on me, touching me everywhere. Goosebumps rise on my flesh everywhere they are touching. My nipples grow into hard pebbles and my cunt gets even wetter. And they haven't touched me there yet, they seem to be teasing me, touching me everyplace but there. Touches across my stomach, up and down my inner thighs, down my sides....mmmmmm feels so good but is getting me so hot. My cunt lips are puffy and my clit is swollen and I need to be touched there so desperately but I'm not in control tonight. I hear them all talking about how responsive I am to their touches. I hear them say how wet it's making me. I start to moan and pull at my restraints, bucking my hips trying to get someone to touch my aching clit and cunt. I can tell the girls touches from the guys; they know how to touch me like they like to be touched. Some of guys obviously know a woman's body too but the girls are more in tune to what I need. Finally I feel lips on my hard nipples licking and sucking, which sends waves of pleasure straight to my already soaked cunt and hard clit. Mmmmmmmm. Just as I thought how much Im so in need for someone to touch my aching cunt, I feel many fingers start to explore my very wet folds. They slip up and down my lips parting them even more and sliding up to my hardening clit. I let a very audible moan when the fingers rub across my clit. Ohhhhhhhhhh. They continue to rub my clit just the way I like it....my hips buck as much as they can in my restraints trying to get more contact with the fingers. There are still numerous hands all over me and my nipples are still being sucked and licked. As much pleasure as I am feeling right now I also feel a little overwhelmed by all the sensations plus all of hands, finger and mouths on me. But I also know that you are there watching over me and keeping me safe. And it seems like you know these people from the bits on conversation that I've heard, not like they're strangers off the street, you would never do that to me. It's all about safety and you always care for your property very well. I feel someone's breathe on my wet cunt as I feel a tongue invading my engorged lips and licking up and down and lapping up my juices. Another tongue finds my clit and begins to suck and lick it. I can barely contain myself if feels so damn good. My hips buck even more as I begin to moan and pant. Two mouths on my cunt is almost too much for me to bear...so many sensations going through my body right now so many places being touched, caressed and stroked by so many hands and fingers. Two fingers invade my very wet hole and begin to fuck it while the other tongue keeps licking and sucking my clit. Oh god I'm going to come soon!!!! The fingers fucking my cunt are almost working in unison with the tongue licking and sucking my clit. They know that they are going to make me cum. I don't know how much I can hold out the pleasure building inside me is too intense. I feel like a bomb that's about to explode. The fingers fuck me deeper and harder and the mouth on my clit starts to suck on it and gently pull on it...OMG. Fuck!!! I'm going to cum!!! Ahhhh ahhhh ahhhhh I'm coming!!! So good...soo good. I unload, my cum flows freely out of me and is being lapped up by both tongues. Whew. That was amazing, but I don't think this night is over quite yet. Mouths, fingers and hands continue kiss, lick and touch me all over while my body recovers from coming hard. I relax a little bit while I float enjoying the pleasure that they've given me. But then someone starts to play with my ass, using my juices for lube and pushing a finger in my tight asshole. I whimper at its insertion....my cunt is still so aroused and wet and I need to be fucked. The finger fucks my ass and then I feel another sliding into my soaked cunt and fucking it. The two fingers trade off taking turns pistoning in and out of my cunt and ass. My hips buck once again as much as they can trying to fuck both fingers back and the need to get them deeper inside me. I hear someone make a comment about how I'm such a little slut trying to fuck the fingers in my ass and cunt. I feel another finger back on my clit rubbing it. It's so sensitive right now because I just came not long ago but it's a pleasurable pain. Mouths still lick and suck my nipples, hands and fingers still touch me all over while my cunt and ass are being fucked well. My orgasm builds quickly with all of the sensations that I'm feeling and I cum again hard.....ahhhhhhh ahhhhh ohhh fuck me!!!!! I moan and pant as I feel my cunt and ass grip the fingers that are fucking me. I try once again to regain my composure after that huge orgasm ripped through me. I'm panting trying to catch my breath and try to let my body relax again. It's been in such an heightened state of arousal for a while with all of these people touching and exploring every inch of me. Suddenly, everyone's hands, fingers and mouths leave me. It feels empty without their touch. But then I feel a very familiar touch down my side, it's your hands that are on me now. "Ahh my sweet pet, you did so well tonight and I am very proud of you. You're such a good girl for me." "Thank you Sir. I only want to please you in any way that I can." "Oh you have, my sexy pet, you have. Now let's get this blindfold off you and get you out of these restraints." My eyes readjust to the light in room although you've turned the dimmer switch down so it isn't too bright for me. You always look after me and do what's best for me. You get me all untied and massage my arms and legs to help loosen back up since they've been in that position for a while. You help me to sit up and I then realize that we aren't alone in the room. The others are playing, using your equipment in your playroom. I was so focused on you that I hadn't even noticed that they were still here and it looks like that they are enjoying themselves. You help me up and grab a robe that you keep in the playroom and put it on me. You tell your guests to enjoy themselves in your playroom for as long as they'd like to tonight because it's still early. You tell them that we're going to get in the hot tub and relax. You pull me close to you with your arm around me as we walk toward the door that goes outside. "Such a good girl I have", you tell me as you help me into the hot tub. You go on to say, "I wanted to make tonight special for you. Tonight was all about your pleasure and nobody else, not even mine. Well actually that's not true; I got great pleasure seeing you receive pleasure without having to give it back. And you know I love seeing and hearing you cum hard like that. I told my friends to give you as much pleasure as you could handle and in return Id let them play in my playroom when they were finished with you. I had to let them have a release for pent up sexual energy that I knew they would get from playing with you." "Aww thank you Sir. Tonight was amazing; I've never felt anything like that before. So much simulation and incredibly intense orgasms." "I'm glad you enjoyed it so much. Now how about a little chillaxing before I put you to bed my sweet girl." We sit snuggle together as the jets relax both of us as you kiss me sweetly and hold me close. Perfect way to end this very special day. On Display: A Mannequin Fetish On Display Michelle was enjoying college life in the big city, being independent and getting along well with her roommates, Jill and Andy. She was a pretty girl with a curvy body, not as thin as a lot of women were in the city, she noticed, but she had a beautiful smile, charming appearance, bright green eyes and long, curly golden hair that nearly reached her waist. With a scholarship and a generous amount of savings from her parents, Michelle didn't have to work or do anything but study, and study hard, as her parents would say, because they demanded a regular report of her grades with the expectation of straight As. Fortunately, Michelle was a bright student and a high achiever. During her first year as a student and on her own, Michelle wanted to do more than study. She enjoyed a decent amount of spending cash, provided monthly from her family, and often ventured out with her roommates to pubs, parties and enjoyed shopping. While she stayed up late on some weekends, she never got too drunk, never got into trouble and although a few guys caught her eye, there was no boyfriend prospects on the horizon that she could see. Maybe it was time to find a part-time job, she thought. "Hey, you know...and I hope you're not offended by this..." Andy began, making a funny, contorted face that always made Michelle laugh. She looked at him puzzled, as they enjoyed coffee at their regular local cafe and hangout one afternoon. "Go ahead and spit it out..." Michelle replied, anxiously smiling and leaning forward to hear what he wanted to say. "...ok...you could really use a new makeover, the clothes, hair, shoes...you seem to wear a lot of frumpy things, you know?" At first Michelle smiled, then her face changed to a somber expression. She stared down at her coffee mug. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'm just saying, as a friend, an honest one...you could use a little help, and you are beautiful, but just don't know it yet." That made her smile again, though only partially, as she continually peered into the contents of her mug. "So, what you're saying is that I don't look good right now? I only wear what's comfortable...and my hair? It's healthy. I don't dye it or do anything to damage it, so why change it? It's fine as it is..." Andy bit his lip, not sure how to respond and had not expected Michelle to take his honesty in an offensive way. "Forget I said it...you do look fine," he said. "I think it's just that you would look amazing in something new, that's all. Please don't take what I said the wrong way." Michelle, thinking carefully about Andy's response, decided to handle the exchange amicably and not let it worry her. "That's ok," she said, grinning once again and looking into Andy's eyes. He was a good friend, and roommate. His large physique and chocolate brown hair and eyes were kind and attractive. He was strong, yet gentle and thoughtful, so maybe he had a point? After they parted ways, Michelle gave a lot of thought to what Andy said that day. Being born and raised in a smaller, rural community didn't give her the fashion-forward sense that city girls had. She had always had long hair and wore comfortable clothes, and although she was attractive, charming and made friends with almost everyone she met, there could always be room for improvement in the appearance department. Over the following week, Michelle searched online for a part time job. Since money was not an object, she wasn't concerned about the rate of pay, but rather something fun that would give her some experience in the working world. Her field of study was business administration, and she did notice a lot of girls wore fashionable clothes at school, and in the business world. Online job searches and help wanted signs didn't yield anything of interest for the first week, until one day Michelle decided to window shopping at one of the large malls in the downtown core of the city. People moved swiftly through revolving doors, there were skylights and flashy ads, stores and promotions galore. There were lots of clothing stores and mannequins on display, showing the most recent fashions. Michelle's eyes grew wide with fascination and awe, as though she had never seen so many options in one place before; a real overload to her senses. She marveled at the colours, textures, layers of fabrics. There were so many designer names and brands that Michelle could not keep track of them all, only recognizing some of them vaguely from television advertisements. How could she have avoided this mall all this time? As she was taking in all this new stimuli, she spotted a "help wanted" ad in the window of a boutique, delicately placed dangling off the hand of one of three mannequins, all wearing autumn sweaters and trendy jeans, as the fall season was just around the corner. Without a second thought, Michelle walked in. A tall, slender woman in her late-twenties with chin-length chestnut hair approached her almost immediately as she entered. "Welcome to Vivianne's Vintage and Accessories boutique, we just received our new line in autumn fashions yesterday, is there anything I can help you find?" her voice was professional, yet warm and accommodating. Her eyes were hazel and she wore a purple velvet sleeveless dress and heels to match. "Thank you, but I'm just looking," Michelle said nervously, then as the lady turned to greet more potential customers, Michelle quickly spun around and said: "I'd like to apply for a job here." Startled, the store's sales clerk looked back at Michelle, who shyly bit her lip, anticipating the worst reaction.. "Really? That's great. Do you have any experience?" she asked, seeming interested. "Oh no, sorry, I haven't worked in a store like this before, but I'm a full time student, and I learn quickly. I've only lived in the city a short while and would like to get some experience..." "Well, we really do need someone right away...did you bring a resume?" Feeling awkward, Michelle shrugged and smiled. "I didn't bring one, but I'll be happy to email it if you'd like." The store clerk seemed pleased by Michelle's enthusiasm and eagerness, though in taking a careful look at her appearance, it did not seem that she would be a good fit for such a specialized boutique. "That would be fine, please send your resume...let me give you my card..." as the clerk turned to the customer service and sales counter near the back of the store, Michelle noticed that the woman's hair was severely short in the back; layered and tapered unlike the longer hair that hung well below her chin in the front, and her bangs that could touch her nose and her swept to one side. Spinning around on her heels, she handed Michelle her card. "Here you go, you'll find the store's email at the bottom beside the phone number." Michelle thanked her and left the store. That evening, with the help of Jill, a good writer and very creative, she put together a simple resume. There wasn't much to work with, as her work experience was limited, so Jill added some volunteer experience and hobbies to boost it's appearance. Once everyone was in bed, later that evening, Michelle stared aimlessly at the computer at the new resume, now added as an attachment to the boutique she so desperately hoped to start working at. She held her finger over the send button, took a deep breath and clicked.. Three days went by and no response from the store. Oh well, thought Michelle, they were likely looking for someone with better fashion sense than me, which is understandable. She resumed her job search and after applying to work for a pet store, was called back the next day for a job interview. This pleased her very much. She was about to confirm her date and time of the interview when her cell phone rang. "Hello?" "Hello, may I please speak with Michelle?" a lady asked politely. "Yes, this is she." She did not recognize the voice, could this be for another job she applied for? "Oh hi, this is Cecilia, from Vivianne's boutique? We met a few days ago when you came into the store, looking for a job." "Oh yes, I remember you," Michelle said with excitement, barely able to hold back her joy. "We'd like to try you out for a part time job here, if you're still interested. You see... we did hire someone else, a student in fashion and design, and then found out they were a thief. I'm sorry about the short notice, but we really need someone right away. I remembered you because you seemed different...down to earth and kind. I spoke with the manager, and she thought I should try you." "Sure, I would be happy to start. I'm free every evening and weekends too." "Good. Can we expect you by 6 pm tomorrow evening? Oh, maybe come early, as we have some clothes for you to wear." "I will see you then." They said good-bye and Michelle was ecstatic. Not only was she going to get a job, she may learn a thing or two about fashion at the same time. After school the next evening, Michelle carefully selected a pair of black dress pants, black wedge heels and a light turquoise blouse, hoping this ensemble would impress her new employer. She was nervous and her hands shook a little while applying some rose tinted lip gloss, mascara and moisturizer. Within an hour she promptly entered the boutique exactly five minutes early. "It's good to see you here Michelle," said Cecilia, the lady with the angled short black hair, now wearing a long red sweater dress that appeared to be cashmere. It was striking against her fair skin and arched eyebrows. She had green eyes and a paid of black tights and heels to match. "I'm happy you could arrive on such short notice, you're really a lifesaver. All I need for you to do tonight is become familiar with the clothing line, the sales rack and how everything is arranged in the store. Feel free to ask me questions about any of the fashions; the more and quicker you learn, the better acquainted you become and better equipped to help our customers." That evening, Michelle learned about the new lines of fall fashions: the sweaters, jackets, boots and slacks. The dresses were mostly vintage, as were some of the other clothing, which peaked her interest. While Cecilia approved of Michelle's attire the first evening, she quickly provided fashion ideas and loaned her some different styles to wear on the job. Plaid skirts, rich and thick mohair sweaters, velvet tights and knee high boots were all new to Michelle, but she was eager to please and wore whatever she was offered. Several weeks into the job, Michelle had learned to manage the customer service counter, handle complaints, provide sound fashion advice and increase sales. Cecilia was very pleased. The owner of the store, Vivienne, an attractive middle aged lady with a long fox fur coat, dropped by to meet Michelle and provide input on her fashion. More classic vintage 50s blouses, pencil skirts, animal prints along with furry scarves and jewelry. Michelle became very well acquainted with all the variations and learned to co-ordinate the store's mannequin displays, clothing racks and special displays each week throughout the remainder of the fall season and the winter. Towards the middle of February, Michelle had already organized a new spring collection on her own. In a lavender floral print dress and dark purple heels, Michelle confidently admired her display work as a very attractive couple entered the store; a man and a woman in their mid-twenties. He was tall, slender yet muscular with sandy blond hair and sky blue eyes, wearing a charcoal suit. The woman was tall, slender with long black hair and green eyes that sparkled like emeralds. She wore a cream coloured blouse with a knee length burgundy skirt with black shiny knee high boots. Both of them wore ID badges clipped to their garments. They must work in the office tower beside the mall, thought Michelle. She approached them immediately. "Good morning, can I help you two find something in particular? We just rolled out our new spring line of clothes," she offered. The couple, initially facing away from her, spun towards Michelle and smiled. "Thank you, we're just looking," the woman said, then turned towards a rack of blouses and sheer tops near the front of the store. The man had turned to look with his companion, but only momentarily; he quickly turned back to look at Michelle. "This is a very nice boutique here," he said, now separating from the woman and walking closer to Michelle. He looked into her eyes first, then slowly let his gaze glide down her curvy body, snuggly hugged by the lavender dress sprinkled with little budding flowers and leaves. His inspection made Michelle feel nervous, as it was unexpected and his review of her body and face was thorough. "I'll bet you get to try on lots of nice clothes, working here," he said finally. "Yes," Michelle said, forcing a polite, yet shy smile. "My co-worker Denise and I like this mall, and have passed by this boutique a number of times, so today we decided to drop in, how about that?" "Well, I'm glad you did," Michelle replied, then backing away with her head held up to show confidence and hide her nervousness and growing attraction to the man, she began to retreat towards the back of the store where the customer service desk was. "Please feel free to ask questions about anything in the store if you like." She spoke as she did, feeling a little less obvious behind the big counter. She could see the man watching intently over Denise, his colleague, though he often turned to glance at Michelle. Their visit was brief, and they soon left without a purchase, waving a quick good-bye on their way out. The next day, Michelle was again alone in the store, as it was the middle of the week and sales were usually not as strong as towards the weekend. The man from the day before re-entered the store, just around noon, and he was by himself. It must be lunch hour, though Michelle, growing hungry. A wave of excitement and nervousness washed over her as he approached the mannequin display and featured clothing racks in the front of the boutique. "Hi again," he said. "I thought I'd drop by and see you." Very forward, isn't he? Michelle thought. He turned his stare over to the three mannequins, all of them wearing sheer tops, slimming skirts and heels in different colours: blue, lavender and black. "Nice display" he said after a few minutes, returning his glance back to Michelle. "Thank you, I arranged it myself," she said. "Is there anything I can help you with today?" "Yes," he said. "I want to buy something...." "Ok...," she said, waiting for him to finish. "...for you. Something that I pick out for you to wear, so that the next time I come into this store, you are wearing it. How about that?" Wow, is he ever bold, she thought. "You mean...pick out my clothes? But I pick them out myself...I..." He swiftly lifted his hand and pressed a firm finger on her lips. She wanted to finish her sentence, but his motion sent arousing chills throughout her body and she quieted quickly. "Let me do it for you, ok? You are a beautiful young lady you know, and most women I work with, my co-workers, are very business-like and not adventurous. I brought one of them with me in yesterday, Denise, but she's like so many of them: attractive, professional, nice body, but not interested in trying something a bit different..." He stopped momentarily to look back at the mannequins. "Look at them. Just....look at their posture, grace and how they can be so easily manipulated to adorn one outfit to the next without resistance." Michelle quickly realized that he was referring to the mannequins, and with a quick tug of her sleeve, motioned for her to follow him to the front window display where they stood. "The mannequins," said Michelle. "That's what you're referring to...?" "Yes," he said. "I want a mannequin, to have someone who would let me dress them, change them, control what they wear, how they wear their hair as I see fit. Would you like to be my mannequin?" Michelle, feeling a little uneasy about this stranger and his apparent fascination with fashion and this display, did not respond. "I'm sorry..," he said quickly. "I should introduce myself. My name is Nathan, I work in the Finance department of an insurance firm in the bank tower next to the mall." He laughed at that moment, loudly and boldly. "Here I am, a complete stranger, asking you to do something so...intimate and personal for me..." Michelle knew at that moment that her response would change her life in a significant way. "Yes, I'll do it...or...I'll give it a try," she said, then grinned to cover her concerns at this unusual proposal. "Really?" he nearly shouted. A few more people walked into the store, so he quickly lowered his voice. "Seriously?" he whispered loudly. "Yes, ok," she said. Nathan shook her hand in an awkward gesture of agreement, as though they had just signed a contract, and left the store. A very handsome, forward, yet unusual man, she thought. His well defined, masculine features and tall, slender built were very attractive to Michelle. She wasn't sure what was in store for her, but ready to try what seemed like an odd, yet harmless adventure. For the remainder of the week, Nathan did not return to the store. Michelle sometimes doubted the entire bizarre proposal even took place, and carried on with her usual routine, though deeply in thought of the man, she didn't allow it to interfere with her regular schedule. She had been working some days, in addition to evenings, though was able to keep up with her studies and hide her employment from her parents, who forbade her to work while in school. The following Tuesday, Michelle was closing the store when Nathan appeared with a couple of shopping bags. She was happy to see him, though dismayed that he chose to arrive so late. "We're closing, I'm sorry," she offered. "No worries, I'll wait for you outside the store, if that's ok," he said. What did he have planned? she wondered. After closing the store, turning off the lights and locking the doors, she met him outside in the common area of the mall on a bench where he sat anxiously waiting for her. Without a word, he thrust a plastic shopping bag at her, nodding for her to take it. Michelle took the bag, wondering what he had bought. She sat undecided for a moment, holding the bag on her lap, awkwardly exchanging looks with him and smiling shyly. "Well....?" he said finally, staring at her the whole time. "Look inside." Michelle reached into the plastic coated shopping bag, fumbling past the tissue paper wrapping and felt something soft and furry. Slowly, she pulled out a black cashmere cardigan with tiny pearl buttons. A pleasant surprise. Reaching further, she found a pair of black fishnet knee-high stockings and a black pleated skirt. "Wow," she said. "Are these for me?" "Yes they are. You're going to wear them for me," he stated, now in a firm voice. "Here," he said, handing over the second bag. Inside, Michelle found a pair of black stilettos. "Oh...," she responded. "I don't wear heels, not like these ones." She looked back at him and he quickly shot her a look of disappointment. "You'll wear them, and you'll like them, trust me," he said. Michelle felt a little uneasy about this situation, but nodded in quiet agreement. "Where would you like me to try them on?" she asked. "I...could find a public washroom..." "Let's go back into the store," he suggested. "It's closed, no one is in the change rooms." Michelle again nodded in agreement and returned to the front door to unlock it. She knew that her manager and the owner would frown on doing such a thing, and although she was an easy-going person, she did not want to risk being caught. Once in the store, Nathan motioned for her to lock the door from the inside; she complied. The store felt eerie without much light. In an unpredictable move, Nathan grabbed Michelle's elbow and took her to the back of the store and into the change rooms. Bright lights were switched on, making Michelle wince.