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Dinner and a Show

By: bigdaleforever



My wife and I had married for a little less than three months when she told me that her parents were coming over for dinner. I had been working out in the yard for most of the day and was hot and sweaty and very turned on. Turned on because the teenage girls next door had been swimming in their pool for the entire time I had been mowing the grass and at upon noticing that I had been watching them decided to show a little exhibitionist streak and went to skinny dipping in the pool with wicked little smiles and glances in my direction.

I headed in and Maria, my wife said her parents would be over soon and I should get ready for them. I went to our room and laid out some clothes on the bed and hopped into the shower to clean up. While I was in there I kept thinking about the girls next door and developed a rock hard cock as a result. As I got out to dry myself off I kept hitting my cock with the towel. I decided that I needed to do something about my hard-on and sat on the toilet and took my rock hard cock in my hand and started to stroke it quickly up and down. I hadn't shut the door and Maria came in and saw what I was doing and leaned against the door frame and said to me, "Caught you red handed, buster. I know that while you were working on the lawn that those girls were skinny dipping and now you want to come up here and jerk your cock while thinking about them. Well, you can stop it right now, you don't have time to finish it."

I was stunned, Maria told me to get up and get downstairs. As I got up with my hard cock bobbing in front of me Maria smiled and followed me out to the bedroom. I noticed that my clothes were no longer on the bed. I went to get them out of the closet and Maria said, "What do you think you are doing?"

"Getting dressed," I said to her.

"No, you take your naked ass downstairs this instant and set the table and don't even think about putting on any clothes," she responded with a cruel smile.

"But, what about your parents," I asked stunned by what she had said.

"You are being punished for jerking off while thinking about those little sluts next door, and I want you to know that they will also be joining us for dinner," Maria said to me. I stood there still in shock that this was going to happen.

"And if I refuse," I said to her.

"You don't want to know what I can do to your career," Maria smiled.

I was a high ranking public official and had hopes of running for state office in the fall and Maria knew that I had slept with several women in the office to gain my position in the political arena and would not hesitate to reveal that she had videos of many of those trysts.

"Ok, dear as you wish," I said heading down to the kitchen in the nude with my raging hard-on leading the way.

"Now when mom and dad get here just act normal. Same for when Jenny and Heather get here, understand?" Maria said as she went back to cooking dinner.

"Yes," I said wondering how I was going to act normal when I was having dinner with five fully dressed people while I was stark naked.

Soon after I was finished setting the table Maria handed me a drink and told me to chug it down it would help my nerves. What I didn't know but was later revealed was that she had slipped a Viagra into it to make sure my hard-on wouldn't go away. Then the doorbell rang!

"Get that would you dear?" Maria asked leaning into the oven to get out the ham.

Mortified by the fact of what I was about to do I walked slowly to the door and reached out with a sweaty palm to open it. As Maria's parents, Sharon and Keith came in they acted like it was normal for me to run around the house naked. I actually began to relax a little as they stepped into the living room and Sharon went to the kitchen. Then Keith looked at me with a smile and said, "So how did she get you?"

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"Well one thing you need to know is that we have a tradition and when the man is caught doing something wrong then he spends the rest of the day naked with a hard dick. So what did you do?" Keith informed me.

"Well, I was working on the yard earlier and the girls next door were skinny dipping and I got all turned on and after my shower I started to jerk off and Maria caught me," I said to him turning red with embarrassment.

"Damn, boy. Now you have to be after dinner entertainment too," Keith said to me with a laugh.

"What?" I asked suddenly terrified.

"Well when you get caught jerking off, you have to finish it with an audience or in public view," Keith said to me again.

Then the doorbell rang again, and again Maria asked me to get it. I did and this time Heather and Jenny came in with four other girls that I didn't know they all giggled and pointed at me when they noticed I was naked and had an erection. Heather stopped giggling long enough to introduce Gloria, Amanda, Lisa, and Donna.

Maria came in and said to hello to the girls and introduced the other girls to me with a sharp slap on my naked ass in front of everyone. We all then went into the living room and sat down to chat. I was very aware of the fact that I was naked while everyone else was fully dressed.            

Maria then announced that it was time for dinner. Everyone headed for the table and we were short one chair. Maria then said that I could sit at the bar and eat while they all sat at the table. The bar sat slightly higher than the table so everyone would be able to see my hard cock jutting up between my legs as they ate. I had never felt that way before knowing that all those eyes were surveying my hard cock as the four college freshmen sat there giggling and whispering to each other while Maria and her parents chatted like it was no big deal that I was naked. I was still rather nervous about what Keith had said about me being the after dinner entertainment. I had time to think about it while we all ate our great dinner. I had a pretty good idea of what was about to happen when Maria stood up and asked who was ready for dessert. Everyone responded that they wanted to wait a while. Everyone returned to the living room and Maria said that she wanted to see me in the kitchen for a moment. 

Standing there face to face with my wife she kissed me on the nose and said, "Look, Damon, I love you very much and I appreciate what you are doing tonight, but now it gets much worse for you. Now you are going to go out there and sit on the edge of the fireplace and jerk off while me, mom, dad, Jenny, Heather, Gloria, Lisa, Amanda, and Donna watch."

"You are joking right?" I asked her, with question in my eyes.

"You were jerking off earlier thinking about Jenny and Heather skinny dipping so now you get to do it with them in the same room." Maria said with a smile on her face. "Or I could bring that career of yours to a screeching halt."

"Yes, dear," I said to her.

I followed her out of the room and into the living room and took my place at the edge of the fireplace and as everyone's eyes settled on me Maria stood up and explained the deal to everyone in the room. "Mom and dad, you two already know that Damon is naked for a reason. Jenny, Donna, Gloria, Lisa, and Heather you guys are about to learn why I invited you over tonight. Earlier today, while Damon was out working in the yard he noticed that Heather and Jenny were out swimming and soaking up the sun. For the biggest part of the day Damon was looking at you guys with a big hard on while he was outside. What a surprise it was when I found out that you two had noticed his attention and decided to go skinny dipping for his pleasure. I thought that he was going to cream his jeans watching you two. Anyway, after I noticed what was going on I decided that I was going to embarrass and humiliate him in front of you two that is why he is naked here tonight. Now for the final act, since he was caught by me jerking off after he watched you guys I am going to let him finish what he started in the bathroom earlier as our after dinner show. I present to you all my husband Damon in his first public jerk off session."

I looked at everyone in the room as I reached down and took my hard cock in my hand and started to stroke it. I was aware of the lust filled eyes of the young girls as they continued to snicker at my situation which turned me on all the more. I avoided Keith's gaze, but was well aware of his eyes on me. I did think of the fact that he knew what was going on and said it was a tradition and knew that at some point that he had went through the same thing. I locked my eyes on Maria's and saw that she was filled with lust and knew that at the end of the night I was going to get fucked like never before. I continued to work my cock harder and faster, it didn't take long since I had started from an already aroused state. I felt the cum start to shoot out the tip of my cock and kept stroking as it flew out onto the hardwood floor that I had put down almost a week earlier. I shot out four good size spurts before I milked the last little bit out with my hand and that actually came out on my hand with a dribble. I sat there in the post orgasm haze looking at my wife who was red in the face and ready to be fucked hard. I then looked at the girls who all were breathing heavily and sweating profusely, I can't swear to it but I think that they may have had orgasms from watching me jerk off. I then glanced at Sharon who was sitting on the arm of the chair Keith was sitting in and was rubbing his hard cock through his pants. 

I thought that my night of torture was over until Maria looked at me and said, "Now as the final chapter, I want you to get down on all fours and lick your cum up off of my floor."

In a moment I was lapping my cum up off of the floor and off my hand learning that it wasn't bad tasting at all.

Later that night as I lay in bed I heard noises from the pool area next door. Maria said that she heard it too. We got up and went silently to the window and since our room overlooks the pool we were able to look down on the girls. We were treated to sight of Gloria eating out Lisa's hot cunt, Amanda licking Jenny's tight ass, and Heather was fucking Donna with strap-on dildo. I reached down and started to stroke my hard cock while I watched the show with Maria who had her hand shoved down the front of her panties and was playing with her pussy. I looked at her and said, "What do I get if I catch you playing with yourself?"

"Do you want me to spend tomorrow night naked when your parents come over for dinner," Maria asked me.

"Dad wouldn't understand and mom would have a heart attack," I told her with a smile.

"I guess you can fuck me in the ass while we watch the show," she said pulling out a jar of Vasoline from the dresser beside the bed. I proceeded to plow her ass with my hard cock.

That night was my first night of being exposed to our guests, but not the last.Maria has paraded me naked in front of almost everybody we know and some that we don't. Those are other stories though.

Dinner and a Show



The chime announcing the arrival of new e-mail has sounded minutes ago and now the room is quiet. She is frozen in place, watching the little envelope, mesmerized by its slow turning motion. Glancing at the subject line, she re-reads the single word again. "Instructions" is all it says. Her hand trembles as it guides the mouse pointer to the blinking icon and opens the message.

- - - - - - - - -

Thursday dawns clear and bright. After a week of rain it seems that everyone is out enjoying the warmth of the sunshine. As dusk begins to settle, people are still milling around the large outdoor mall where she's meeting him. She parks the car and tugs at her skirt nervously. His warning voice telling her not to fidget flashes through her mind and her hands fall by her sides as she imagines him watching her and being displeased. 

Slowly, she crosses the parking lot to the large book store where they arranged to meet today. Her mind conjures up a snapshot of their first meeting, at this very book store. The image is of herself, curled up in a chair in the corner, warily watching and waiting... and hoping. She smiles to herself, thinking of how anxious she was; waiting for him, waiting for the unknown. 

A sense of delicious anticipation rushes through her at the thought of the evening ahead. She doesn't know what he has planned, but she's eager to find out and her step quickens as she reaches the heavy wooden doors and slips inside the store.

She sees him immediately, he's sitting at one of the tiny round tables dotting the café area of the book store. He's leafing through a magazine and for a moment she hangs back, watching the changing expressions on his face. He's frowning at something he's reading and she briefly considers walking around the store to approach him from behind. 

Suddenly someone bumps into her and the unexpected flurry of movements alerts him to her presence. He raises his eyes and for a space of a breath both are motionless until he closes the magazine and folds his arms across his chest, waiting for her to come to him. She weaves her way between other tables and a couple of book stands and comes to a halt in front of the spare chair at his table. As her hand grips the chair back to pull it out, he gives a little shake of his head and motions her to his side.

She steps around the table gracefully and stops next to him, her knees level with his left thigh. She raises her eyebrows slightly in silent permission, asking if she may kiss him hello and he gives a little nod. As she leans down and rests her right hand on his shoulder, she feels his left hand on the back of her knee. Just as her lips touch his in a gentle kiss, his hand moves swiftly up her leg, sliding under her skirt and coming to rest on her bare thigh, just above the lace top of the thigh highs she wore. She freezes and feels his fingers tighten slightly in warning that should she move, his hand's presence will become quite apparent to anyone who may be watching them. She whimpers softly against his mouth but holds still. 

"Stand up straight," his tone is mild but it does not invite arguments. 

She straightens out, keeping one of her hands on his shoulder and using the other to lean slightly on the table to her left. The hand under her skirt moves slowly along the column of her leg toward the front. She feels the breath catch in her throat and the tell-tale warmth of a flush spreading over her face. 

Determinedly, she looks down at his chest, refusing to meet his eyes or the eyes of any curious on-looker who may have noticed the slightly unorthodox greeting.

"Look at me," his voice is harsher now, filled with determination and a hint of impatience. 

She raises her eyes to his and bites her lip nervously as his hand continues its journey. She can feel his thumb reach out and trace a gentle circle along her shaven mound. The desire to step back and get away from his exploring fingers is overwhelming and she can feel her legs trembling with the strain. He's watching her eyes, judging her reaction and sees her pale slightly. 

He can guess the thoughts running through her mind, knows how easily embarrassed she is. He wonders how long she'll meet his gaze as he watches her swallow convulsively, her hand squeezing his shoulder reflexively, almost without thought. 

Finally he decides it's enough and the hand descends back to her knee. Almost in a fog, she hears him say softly,

"You may sit down."

On shaky legs, she moves away and sits down across the table from him, folding her hands on the scratched surface and watching him warily for a couple of seconds. He's smiling at her and she relaxes slightly.

"I'm pleased you followed the instructions I sent," his voice is quiet and she flushes with pleasure at the praise. 

He notices the blush and continues, "did you follow all of them?"

Her voice shakes slightly as she lowers her gaze and responds, "Yes..."

"Excellent..." she can hear the smile in his voice and looks up to catch the wicked gleam in his eyes. A delicious shudder of anticipation touches her skin as she watches him. 

They chat about everything and nothing, enjoying each other's company. To a casual passer-by they appear to be a couple of friends sharing a coffee and a chat. The only clues to a deeper connection are the occasional gleam in his eyes as he watches her laughing face and the way she absentmindedly grazes his hand with her fingertips as she talks.

Finally he remarks that it's almost time to head to dinner but just as she's about to rise, he leans toward her and motions for her to do the same. Her hands are still on the table and he covers both of them with one of his. His warm breath brushes her ear as he speaks softly but clearly,

"I want you to get up, walk to the restroom and insert your pink toy..." he feels her hands jerk under his and tightens his grip to let her know he's not done yet. 

He can practically feel the indignation and embarrassment welling up in her and smiles inwardly as he continues, 

"You will then return to the table and hand me the remote control." 

She moves back to meet his eyes and the torrent of words rushes out, 

"But aren't we going to dinner? What about... I mean, why..." 

He raises an eyebrow and the words die on her lips as she draws a shaky breath and stands up from the table. He beckons her to him just as she's about to walk away and taking her hand, kisses it gently, grazing her knuckles with his teeth, enjoying the tremors of pleasure running through her palm at his touch. He hears her exhale and then the hand pulls away and she walks off without looking back. He wanders idly if she will just circle through the store and leave, but he knows she won't. 

Time seems to stand still as she emerges from the restroom, clutching the tiny remote control in her hand. Briefly, very briefly, as she clutches her purse to her side, she considers walking out the door and not returning but then she squares her shoulders and makes her way back to the table. He's watching her approach and her step falters as she nears the table. His hand is on the tabletop, palm up, open and waiting to receive the remote control. 

She feels the tell-tale heat of a blush as she lowers it in his hand and prays that he hides it quickly. Not that anyone can tell what it is, but in her discomfort, it seems as if everyone is looking at her and knows exactly what is taking place. 

He accepts the tiny offering without comment and drops it in his pocket. Her inner muscles twitch nervously as she imagines him using it. The thought is both distressing and disturbingly arousing at the same time. She looks away and waits for him to get up so they can head to dinner. Instead, he beckons her toward him and when she leans forward, asks,

"Did you make sure it works?"

She blushes before she answers, "No, you didn't say that I should..." She pulls back a little, watching his eyes, trying to judge whether he's upset with her but he's smiling, the gleam back in his eyes as he responds,

"Well, we'd better check then... Wouldn't want to experience any problems later..." As the last word falls from his lips, she feels a sudden jolt of vibration inside and the surprise sends a shudder down her entire frame. His free hand reaches out to steady her as his strong gaze holds her pleading one. The vibrations stop as suddenly as they started.

"Excellent... Seems to be working," he smiles and stands up, offering her his arm. "On to dinner then."

- - - - - - - - -

The restaurant of his choice is a small, family run, Indian place with dim lighting and tiny candles dotting the tables and booths to add to the mystique of the near Eastern décor. As they walk in, he speaks briefly to the host and they're shown to a round table almost in the middle of the room. 

The restaurant is relatively quiet on a weekday, with only about a third of the tables and booths are occupied. In fact, as she glances around, she can see that almost everyone else has been seated in booths and realizes that he must have specifically requested a table. In the middle of the room, no less. 

She looks up and sees him watching her. A smile plays on his lips and she thinks, He knows what I'm thinking. She smiles tightly back, unwilling to confirm his thoughts but he simply chuckles and pulls out her chair for her. As she sits down, he leans over her and whispers in her ear, 

"Comfortable?" his breath is warm on her skin as he moves even closer and gently tugs on her earlobe with his teeth. 

She is holding very still, enjoying the sensation of his caress but also exquisitely aware of the toy inside her and the tiny remote control in his pocket. 

He moves away and sits down across the table from her, stretching his long legs and trapping her ankles between them. They chat for a few minutes while the waitress brings the menus and then give their orders. When they are alone once again, he leans toward her and speaks quietly,

"You are not to cum."

For a split second she's confused and then the realization of what he just said dawns and she lowers her eyes from his, shuddering inwardly. Satisfied that she understood, he leans back and continues with the conversation that was interrupted by the waitress's arrival earlier. 

She's able to keep up with the conversation fairly well until the food arrives and she watches in mounting dismay as he casually removes the remote control from his pocket and places it on the table, in plain view of anyone who should wander past. He catches her looking and meets her gaze, daring her to say something but she just shrinks back into her chair and wonders what would happen if she went to the restroom and removed the vibrator, hiding it in her purse again. Would he know? Would he check? The thought is so tempting...

He's watching her face, wondering what she's thinking. They continue talking, about their jobs, their families, about everything it seems but what's on both their minds. Occasionally his hand moves over the remote control and she tenses, but nothing happens. Just as she begins to relax, thinking that he won't turn the toy on after all, there's a sudden jolt of vibration inside, taking her by surprise and almost causing her to choke on her food. 

As she splutters and grabs her glass of water, he leans forward reaching out to touch her cheek, his face a perfect picture of concern,

"Are you all right, hon?" 

She glares at him as the vibrations cease and she regains her composure, "Yes... Food went down the wrong way."

"Better be careful with that. All sorts of bad things can happen when you're not paying attention to what you're doing." He winks at her and leans back to continue eating.

She can barely taste the food. Not hungry in any case, she's tense, waiting for the next jolt. The vibrations come at random intervals, each one expected but no less jarring. Some only a second or two in duration, but others lasting for a minute or longer. Every time, especially on the longer ones, as she starts to tense up and enjoy the sensations, they cease, leaving her increasingly frustrated. 

She grits her teeth, willing herself not to respond to the next burst, but when it comes, her body ignores the mind and continues to seek release. Suddenly she stands up and grabs her purse,

"Excuse me for a minute," as she attempts to pass by him on her way to the restroom, his hand settles on her arm and stop her in her tracks. 

"Surely you don't need your purse with you for such a quick trip," his eyes are mocking her as he continues, "I'll keep it safe for you." 

His hand reaches for the purse and as they are in full view of the restaurant she has no choice but to hand it to him. His thumb gently caresses her arm as he releases her and says, "Hurry back or your food will get cold."

In the tiny, one person, restroom she paces back and forth like a caged wildcat. She considers removing the vibrator and dumping it in the trash but realizes that she can't just dispose of it without him knowing. 

At his direction, she's not wearing underwear and the band of her skirt is too tight to be able to tuck the toy in it and hide it from view. After a few more paces around the little room she wonders if she can get away with hiding it in the elastic of her thigh highs. That's actually not a bad idea, she thinks to herself, on the inside of the leg... 

She's almost angry enough to do it, but the thought of him finding out about the deception stops her. 

She stomps her foot and winces as the jarring jolt from the heel slamming into the ground races up her leg. 

"Damn you..." she mutters under her breath and then, inhaling all the way down to her toes, opens the door only to come face to face with him. He's lounging against the wall in the narrow corridor, looking straight at her. 

The fierce blush that suffuses her face as she sees him confirms that his guess was correct. Taking a step forward, he forces her to retreat back into the restroom and shuts the door behind him. Leaning against it, he folds his arms across his chest and says,

"Lift your skirt."

She stares at him, mortified. Partly because she knows that he guessed what she was going to do and partly because they're in a public place and she fears discovery and subsequent embarrassment above all else. 

"Did you not hear me?" His voice is calm, but there's a definite edge to it.

She swallows and counters bravely, "Why?"

He lifts an eyebrow, "Do I really need to repeat myself?"

She shakes her head and lifts the skirt so that the lace tops of her stockings come into view. Her head is down, she can't face him. 

"Higher." She lifts it another inch. "Keep lifting until I tell you to stop." She shudders but obeys, lifting the skirt until the fabric is stretched almost straight up from her waist. She sees his hand reaching out and instinctively steps back, bumping against the sink. 

He follows, stepping up flush against her and saying quietly above her head, 

"Present yourself." 

She whimpers softly but figuring she's in enough trouble already, complies, dropping the hem of the skirt and locking her hands behind her neck. Her feet step the requisite foot apart as he moves a step back and looks at her. His hand sneaks down her body, under her skirt and she feels his fingers on her flesh, locating and caressing the toy, still inside her. 

Satisfied, he steps back to the door, about three feet away from her, and once again folds his arms across his chest, watching her. She's trembling slightly, her thin sweater stretched tightly across her chest and pulled upward by her arms. The skirt has descended back down her legs, though part of a hem is still folded up. She knows he's watching but she can't look at him, preferring to stare at his chest instead.

"I should make you walk back to the table like this..." his tone is calmly conversational, but her eyes widen at the words and fly up to meet his gaze.

"No... please," the sheer thought of it drains the color from her face, "please, don't." 

She stops, unsure if she should continue or if he was joking. The gaze that meets hers is impenetrable and she lowers her eyes as she continues a shade lower, "please don't... I am sorry." 

The silence is deafening and then he speaks,

"Don't ever do it again. Don't even think it again..." 

She knows better than to play dumb and only nods to show that she understands and agrees.

She sees him turning around and hears the sound of the door being opened. Wordlessly she looks up at him, asking permission. He nods, "Yes, you may lower your arms." She fixes the hem of her skirt and slips out of the bathroom, leaving him to follow her. 

Dinner is soon completed and she's relieved to find that he's not upset with her. When the check is paid, he suggests returning to the bookstore for coffee and some dessert and she nods her assent; happy that her little stunt didn't cut the evening short.

- - - - - - - - -

The evening has cooled the air and she shivers as they exit the restaurant. The car, her car since she prefers to drive when they're out together, is right around the corner, still she's shivering when they reach it and she unlocks the doors. She doesn't notice that he is still at her side until she's about to get in and his hand around her waist stops her. 

He pulls her back against him and she sighs happily, melting into him. She loves his body, the strength of his embrace, the power of his arms around her. He holds her immobile for a moment and then leans toward her neck, nipping on the delicate skin as he speaks softly,

"Lift your skirt before you sit down..."

"But..." his arm tightens around her waist.

"Yes...?" his voice is soft and deceptively mild. He waits for her to comply and when she doesn't, adds, 

"On second thought, perhaps I should just have you take it off..."

She stiffens and quickly responds, "No, no, I'll lift it up." 

But it's too late. She feels him shaking his head behind her and then he speaks,

"No, I think taking it off is a better idea for what I have in mind." 

He waits for a second, as if considering the matter further while she fervently hopes he'll change his mind. Finally he releases her waist and turns slightly so that she's now blocked from the rest of the parking lot by the driver's door on one side and his frame on another. Only her legs below the knee and her chest are visible to a passer-by. 

"Take off your skirt." 

She bows her head but is unable to move. Her hands are shaking. She knows that arguing will be of no use but her body is refusing to cooperate. She feels the warmth of his breath on her cheek as he leans down to her once again. 

As he brushes her cheek with his lips he murmurs, 

"I could of course ask you to take your shirt off as well..." 

She flinches as if stung and pulls away from him. Jerkily, her hands open the snaps, release the zipper and hold the fabric for a moment before letting it drop at her feet. Still she doesn't move.

"Get in the car, I'll pick it up," his hand on her elbow guides her into the vehicle and he feels her stiffen when the warm skin meets cold leather. He leans down to pick up the skirt and after shutting her car door, walks to the passenger side and gets in.

As she pulls out of the parking lot she feels his left hand on her thigh, caressing the lace top of her stocking-sheathed leg, now on full display. She stiffens for a moment but then he speaks over the sounds of music playing softly in the background,

"I won't distract you while you're driving, but when you stop at a red light..." She glances at him and sees a smile on his lips as he raises an eyebrow at her. 

A bouquet of emotions rushes through her as she watches his face. The intensity startles her, though she should be used to it by now, it's the same every time she sees him. Unable to resist, she takes her right hand off the wheel and turning her attention back to the road, gently runs the back of her palm over his cheek. He seems surprised for a moment but then catches her palm in his hand and brings it to his lips, kissing the sensitive underside of her wrist, his tongue sneaking out to tease her, as her hand trembles in his.




Dinner and a Show



With anyone else, this would be torture. My hands knead your bound flesh, teasing moans and cries from you, sweat making you glisten in the sacred moonlight. I smother a laugh as I think about dinner, candlelight, playfully holding hands. Your eyes, enchanting, as you said, "But you'd never hurt me, would you?"

I tore my shirt over my head. When it caught I yanked until buttons sprang away like white butterflies, fluttering and clattering on the floor. I heard your breath catch in your throat, seeing me move, seeing uncaring force exercised so near your naked, unprotected body. Your hands are bound above your head, but I see the subtle way you press your legs together, rubbing your thighs- making a spark, knowing soon I'll build you a fire. I leaned into you, breathing your breath, looking into your eyes- wide and dark with arousal, every instant of this recorded, remembered, putting you into the dream.

If this were anyone else- my hand sliding down your pale flesh to between your thighs, my mouth grinding against yours hard and fast to keep you from biting me- this would be rape.

When my fingers brush you, there, I feel nothing but wetness. Your eyes close with pleasure, your lips curl in an involuntary smile, but I know that if I kiss you now you won't hesitate to draw blood from my mouth.

My subtle hands learn you, trace your contours, finding the delicate structures of pleasure in the wet warmth between your legs, making you gasp and moan against your will. I remember your playful flirting smile over dinner. "So what are you into?"

"The usual things- music, literature, expensive cars, making money-"

"That's not what I meant." Your head turned slightly away, that smile at the corner of your mouth.

"I know." I cut my steak, then held the knife for a moment and moved it easily from one grip to another, watching the reflection in your eyes, seeing you fascinated- Now I draw my thin, sharp switchblade from my back pocket and press it (flat side first, I know how to play) against your throat.

Your breath catches again and you glare, and for an instant I think I've gone too far. Instead, "You'll never get away with this, you evil fuck."

Let's play. "Evil fuck? I'd get used to it if I were you... I've got you all night, and I'll do whatever I want to you."

You can barely stifle your moan.

This time, when I kiss you, you manage to kiss back disdainfully. Your facility with contempt will always amaze me.

I kiss down your body, loving it through a lens of torturous debauchery. Your pale skin and muscle, slicked with sweat now, shines in the moonlight, and you are an ever-shifting statue, an animated artifact sculpted from pleasure.

When I kiss you between your legs, you moan and buck. You try to curse me for it, tell me I'm disgusting and a pervert for doing something so intimately vile. I don't stop.

With anyone else, this would be a gift, but with you nothing is ever so simple.

I hold your thighs with my hands, making a show of holding you open, and kiss and lick your slit, my tongue following the outlines of pleasure my hands had traced. Your nervature is so responsive and delicate that every stroke makes you moan, and when I gently slip two fingers into you and crook them your mouth falls open wordlessly. I play you like an instrument, bringing you to your peak like a symphony, and to my joy I find that your climax is repeatable, that once you come, you can still keep arriving. I keep after you, burning your volition away with lust, until you scream and cry out my name, helpless and betrayed by your own body- blessedly annihilated in pleasure.

Now I have you, helpless and spread and bound, and I am wracked with pleasure. I slip a condom (the unfortunate but vital hallmark of a distrustful generation, some call it, but I'll wear whatever it takes to fuck you) over myself, and catch your lustful eyes following my hands, observing me and my own body hungrily. I line myself up with you. I allow myself a moment of tenderness, brushing your hair back and kissing your forehead. You snap at me and struggle so fiercely I hear the rope groan in sympathy. "You bastard," you whisper, your eyes still dim with release and your body glistening with sweat. "You'll never get away with this..."

In response, I thrust into you. For some reason, I am reminded of the sound of your key slipping into your lock, the inviting smile over your shoulder as I followed you into your darkened hallway.

The pleasure is intense, dissolving. Your cunt is tight and wet, gripping me, and your writhing, wriggling hips are accents to on each thrust's burst of sensation. I moan and cry out, losing my character in the heat of your body, and soon we are a duet, moaning and grinding together. I snake a hand between our bodies and tease your pearl between thrusts, your response is a gasp of pleasure and renewed savagery in your hips.

I grab your legs and pull them apart and up, changing my angle into you- my cock strikes the special secret spot inside you, and each thrust draws a gasp from you- I can feel you twitching and twisting internally, drawing your pleasure from me.

With anyone else, this would be simple, easy. Instead I flip open the knife and press the tip into the soft flesh just below your left breast, gently, and press my left hand up into your throat- finding your airway, and with a lover's sensual precision, cutting it off. I remembered the hug right before dinner. You had put your hand up against my throat and purred that my tie was maybe a bit much. I had just smiled- the position of your hand against my veins had given away one of your darker pleasures. And that pleasure is again too much. You come, and cry out gasping, and I reflect that a more attentive lover would've gagged you. Not too late... but I can feel a tightening, a sort of nauseous lightning, in my belly that means it will be soon.

I watch your eyes closely. When I see your hands tighten and your eyes widen, I relax my grip completely. "You monster," you say in a hoarse purr, your eyes still still dilated. I am not convinced.

I renew my savagery, thrusting harder and harder, and I feel you beginning to approach another peak of your own- and I can't have that, not yet. I turn my knife and press the blade against your flesh- the closer you get, the harder I push down, I use the pain to hold you back, knowing that when you overcome it you will enjoy it that much more. Your gasps and cries turn frantic- you know just what I'm doing and you disapprove, for as long as you have strength to. All I can think about is pleasure, and speed, and strength. My mind is shot through with annihilating joy, my body filled with power. I can feel it like electricity, and oddly enough, it arcs through me- in through my thrusting cock, and out in that sweeter, more vicious penetration- the long slow slash I am making along the very surface of your side, the shallow groove that cuts just above your heart. For an instant, your moans turn to some kind of timeless smoke in the air around me, and the arc completes. 

When you feel the loss of my control- and my rapid retraction of the knife (silvered by moonlight and dark with your blood), and with it the burning, distracting pain- the combination is too much, and your hips fill with white lightning. Your scream is appropriate to someone stabbed much more vitally, but as I fall down to you in satisfaction, I know enough to hear it as applause.

It feels like ages, but when I recover enough to withdraw from you and look down at my work, you're still breathing hard from your last cry. We wince and gasp in unison at the tiny shock of separation after such furious union, and we both smile a little at the other's reaction.

A thin line of blood is running down your side. It fascinates me- a perfect little river fleeing the ocean of your body. I can't stop myself- I lean forward and kiss the blood, gently licking up to clean the wound. You gasp, then relax and sink back. Exhausted, I sip daintily of your blood, your flesh.

Finally I reach up and cut your hands free with quick, savage strokes of the knife. As soon as I free you, your hands are about me, slowly pressing my mouth back to your wound. "Drink me," you whisper, and your blood is wine in my mouth, your perfect white skin the lips of the glass.

I drink you, and drink you, until the blood stops running. I think back to dinner and pouring the last glass of wine, seeing the sparkle in your eyes, knowing where we were going soon, enjoying the space between seducing you and having you.

"You never told me what you were into," you had asked, smiling flirtily. I dipped a fingertip into your wine glass, and drew a thin line of crimson on the back of your hand. Then I lifted it to my lips and kissed it away, hoping you noticed.

"I'm into you," I whispered. 

"Eat your meat," you said, your smile becoming a grin, "you'll need your protein."



Dinner and a Show



If I had my druthers, I'd be eating somewhere other than iHop. It's vicinity to the hotel makes it the ideal place to nosh.

I wave down the waitress and get a warm up on my coffee. I'm on my third cup and have time for a fourth before I need to be getting back.

I refresh my iPhone to see what's going on in my hotel room. The girl is still on the bed. She's pulled her knees up towards her chin as much as she can. I can see that her breathing is labored. I sip my coffee and watch as she undergoes another orgasm, her body shuddering, her legs stretching back out, her mouth open in a soundless scream.

I silently count to ten, ticking off three lesser tremors... these aftershocks are smaller orgasms that continue to rock her. She'd been at four before as he finished up his meal. Once she got down to two I'll head back to the hotel to release her.

Forty minutes ago I left her alone in my hotel room. A half hour prior to that I was letting her in the door. During the interim I placed her collar around her neck. She stripped down and I bound her with a combination of plastic wrap and duct tape. Once secured, I introduced her to a rather nasty-looking knife. Ten inches long with a serrated blade. It looked like it could gut a bear, much less a petite twenty-seven year old brunette wrapped up like a sausage on a hotel room bed.

Behind her gag she began to plead, her eyes (not yet blindfolded) wide. I put the knife against her thigh, letting the cold steel warm against her before moving it directly between her legs. She screamed, muffled but still louder than I'd have liked.

With the flick of my wrist, the knife sliced, opening a slit in the plastic wrap just above her pussy. The cool air hit her hot skin, making her think that I had cut her. She narrowed her eyes as I brought up the blade, showing her the lack of blood.

I sheathed the blade and placed it back in my bag, coming back with a five inch long white tube. I slid this into her. It went in easily as she was already slick with excitement. Before it disappeared completely, I gave it a twist at the base, causing it to vibrate. The noise of it was soon muffled as I pushed it deep into her. Her eyes rolled to white.

With one final strip of duct tape, I sealed the vibrator inside of her, taping up the slit between her legs.

I placed a blindfold over her eyes. It had two flaps that covered her ears as well. Though not as effective as the leather hood I often used upon her, it did a terrific job of blocking out all light and sound, encasing her in a dark silence.

The first few times we played together I would stay in the room while she was like this. I'd watch her go through the flood of orgasms that wracked her little body. I had to build a level of trust with her that she wasn't going to injure herself by accident (or on purpose) while cocooned and cumming.

Eventually, I opened and closed the hotel door. Thinking I was gone, her orgasms came harder and faster until she felt my presence in the room.

The first time I set up a webcam and watched her from the lobby of the hotel, I almost thought that she was having some kind of an attack. Her body jumped as if had undergone electroshock therapy. She was a fish on a hook.

Sitting in the lobby for an hour got to be a chore. I ventured out to this iHop only a few weeks ago and it does the job, though I wish there was a book store or coffee shop nearby.

Tonight was the first night I told her about the webcam that I had been using. I showed it to her just before I slipped the blindfold on. I wasn't sure if this would enhance her experience or damper it. Though she's something of an exhibitionist, the feelings she experiences while bound have been far more intense once I abandoned her.

Looking at my monitor, I was pretty sure she enjoyed putting on a show for me. The next time I would tell her that I shared the URL for the webcam with a few friends. Either I really will or I won't, but she'll never know just how many eyes are on her as she orgasms for an hour.

Another cup of coffee and she's down to two petite morts. I leave the money for the check and tip, giving extra for how attentive the waitress has been. I fantasize about she would say or do if I showed her the girl on my iPhone and told her that I'm going back to room 214 at the Sheraton next door. Would she like to join me?

I push this out of my thoughts as I push open the door and begin the short walk back to the hotel.

Entering the room I catch the last few whimpers of her last orgasm. She hasn't heard me come in but she knows I'm there.

As I get closer to her I can start to hear the faint hum of the vibrator inside her. Its pitched lower, the batteries running down. I stand and admire her; her proud breasts pressed flat like strawberry-adorned pancakes under plastic, her hair soaked with sweat, her nostrils flaring as she tries to catch her breath.

I unsnap the strap that holds the gag in her mouth. I remove it, strings of saliva trailing behind it. She takes great gulps of the cool air.

Reaching between her legs, I remove the duct tape, thankful for her bare pussy. The tape barely holds, its sticking power diminished by her wetness. I stick two fingers in her and they slide in easily. She's sopping. She shudders when I remove the spent vibrator. Is she grateful or sad that it's gone?

I slide her body easily to the edge of the bed, her head lies off the edge slightly. She opens wide, knowing what's coming.

I drop my pants and use her mouth, fucking her face. She gags repeatedly and I ignore it, my fingers sunk into the plastic over her breasts for purchase as I pull her fast against me, the breath from her nose hot against my balls.

She slurped and sucked as I slammed deep into her mouth. It took a hell of a lot trust for me to make her gag and choke the way she was as I raped her throat. I couldn't fathom how she found pleasure in this, but she assured me she did. It took quite a while for me to finally find enjoyment as well, abandoning my concerns and allowing myself to just feel the sensations of her throat working my cock.

I see her fingers spread out under the plastic wrap. She's so constricted that she can't even make a fist. With her blindfold still in place--tears streaming out from under it--my cock is the only outside stimulus she has. My scent fills her nostrils, my meat her mouth and mind. There is only me and nothing else for her right now. She struggles to please me.

And she does.

The first few drops of cum hit her throat and she spasms again, screaming around my cock as she orgasms without even being touched. I fill her with my spunk, shooting it into her gullet. I feel her muscles milking me of every drop.

She won't stop sucking me until I finally slide my cock out of her mouth. Thick ropes of saliva and spunk trail from her mouth to my cock. As a final bit of humiliation, I clean my softening sex off on her hair.

She coughs and swallows hard a few time, trying to readjust herself to emptiness. After I re-dress I retrieve my knife and slide the blade along her side. Her body is so hot, encased in the plastic, the she shudders at the icy blade. I remove her blindfold to allow her to see the knife before I sink it into the space between her breasts.

The plastic tears, opening up where ever I dragged the blade. She glistens with perspiration, her flesh renewed and exposed.

I cut away her cocoon quickly. The cool air hits her and she begins to shiver. I've got towels at the ready to wipe her dry and wrap her in something more forgiving.

There are no words. I lie with her on the bed, giving her water to replenish her spent body to sooth her sore throat.

We'll stay this way for a while. It may be minutes, it may be hours. It lasts until she hoarsely asks permission to get up. When she does, I'll allow it, take off her collar and let her clean herself up. She'll shower, dress, and say her goodbyes. And, like me, she'll count the minutes until we see each other again.



Dinner and a Show



Copyright 2010 Del Edwards

It had started as a friendly invitation for a Saturday night dinner where she would introduce her friend Patti to him. Over time she had offered to fix him up with one or another of her girlfriends several times. She liked to call herself a 'social engineer.' He had always declined until now and wasn't exactly sure why he had changed his mind

Barbara thought to herself that in a couple of hours she wouldn't be wearing much...just heels and thigh-high stockings as well as handcuffs, open-mouth gag, collar and a pussy hook partially held in her by her black thong. She had she greeted him with a big smile and a long, firm hug, her body moving sensuously in his arms. "That's just a little warm up squirm to get you in the mood to meet Patti," she laughed. After their embrace he followed her to the kitchen admiring her fine legs encased in dark stockings nicely finished in three-inch heels with straps that encircled her ankles. She was dressed in a three-quarter length sleeved white satin blouse and black pencil skirt so as to not compete with her friend Patti who she would introduce to him for his inspection. 

She made him a drink and motioned toward the breakfast bar. Barbara had to hike her skirt up a bit to perch on the stool next to his after she collected her half finished drink. He didn't resist the temptation to gaze at her crossed thighs. He was guessing that Patti would be wearing something a bit more abbreviated and maybe even provocative

Patti was a tall, slim woman with auburn hair and a scattering of freckles on her fair skin. She was dressed in a sleeveless tan sheath with brown and tan bone buttons from bodice to hem. All three of them were standing during the introduction in the kitchen. It became apparent the last two buttons at the hem of her dress were unbuttoned as she mounted one of the stools at the breakfast bar. "Um...that's a good sign," Barbara laughed. "She's flashing a little thigh...she must like what she sees so far." Patti's freckles almost disappeared as a blush spread over her.

"Did Barbara tell you she's the entertainment as well as the hostess and cook?' Patti asked, moving the conversation in a different direction. He responded no and turned to Barbara. She knew she had to say something.

"Well," she began, "You might be shocked. I know I will...be." Her gaze shifted from him to Patti and a slight smile pulled at the corners of her mouth.

"I guess I'll just have to wait and see," he commented.

"I'm quite sure you've never seen anything quite like it," Patti chimed.

Dinner was simple; red wine, Caesar salad and lasagna. The ambiance at the table was quite different than the brightly lit kitchen. With the shutters closed most of the light in the room came from two three-armed candelabras on the empty long side of the dining table. Barbara had arranged the light to favor Patti who was a bit closer to the flickering candles. By the time dinner was over he had decided that Patti was an attractive and worldly woman that he wanted to get to know a lot better.

There was a sly smile on Patti's face when she announced she was getting some equipment to begin the entertainment. When she returned he watched her buckle a black leather collar with spikes around Barbara's neck, making sure the Dee ring was in the front. Barbara was sitting at the head of the table opposite him when she commented to him that with the collar in place she must do whatever Patti instructed her to do. Patti followed with her first command, "Strip to the waist."

Several minutes later Barbara was still in her chair but naked to the waist. Two white rectangular stickypad electrodes were attached to each breast just beyond her nipples so the current would flow between them. Patti manipulated the power box controls and Barbara screeched at him as though he had done something to her. For the next twenty minutes Barbara would vocalize her pleasure and infrequent excursions to the edge of pain announcing the lightning strikes that repeated struck one nipple and then the other as her friend operated the power box. Sometimes it struck both simultaneously making Barbara shriek and bow her shoulders trying to avoid the intensity burning her breasts. Before the session was done Patti used a tube gag to stifle Barbara's screams and directed her to leave her skirt on her chair as they all moved to the next station of sensation in the middle of the living room. Barbara was quickly handcuffed behind her back after the brief trip.

Nodding her head rapidly, gasping into her gag she announced the start of her third orgasm. Her eyes glassed over as the gooseflesh grew on her thighs and her knees flexed to get every last bit of pleasure into the middle of her being. Her breath came in gasps as the wave of pleasure washed over her. Her cuffed hands were clenched and her legs splayed wide. Anchored in the center of a four-foot square piece of varnished plywood equipped with eye bolts, chains and French snaps closed around the ankle straps of her high heels she was barely able to move. The pussy hook tensioned five inches inside her was pulled upward by the surgical rubber tubing tied to the ring of the spiked dog collar around her neck. Patti had installed the stainless steel J-shaped implement and then repositioned Barbara's black thong around her hips to hold the foot-long shaft of the hook close to her body. Patti obviously enjoyed tormenting her willing captive as the electric pussy hook buzzed deep inside her friend.

Barbara's belly and thighs quivered uncontrollably as her fourth orgasm grasp her, the electric pussy hook silently hissing in her most tender parts. Gasping for breath she nearly vomited the ecstasy that gripped her body. Patti reduced the power and left her position at the control console while Barbara continued to moan and growl.

She advanced toward him and asked, "Think we should make her watch while we screw, or would you rather I chain you down and shock your cock until you erupt!" Patti's right hand was on his left shoulder while her left hand searched for the hot, hard rod between his legs. She smiled and kissed him when she found it.

He was dumbfounded at the pace and intensity of the evening so far. "What's your preference?" he heard himself ask. She answered by unbuckling his belt and opening the fly of his pants. While he shucked his pants and shorts down past his knees she unbuttoned her dress up to the waist. She was on him like a cat, kneeling astride him. He slid down the leather couch a bit so she could fit herself onto his throbbing, purple-veined cock.

When he started to thrust up into her, she brought most of her weight to bear on his hips effectively shortening his strokes. "Be still, I will fuck you. This is my party so I get to have it my way," she commanded. Reaching back and down she found his balls and grasped his sack. While pulling firmly she used her other hand to masturbate until she came. Fifteen seconds later she began to hump him, still holding him back from climax. She was shaved and the elastic suspenders of her hunter green garter belt were slightly slack as she alternated long slow strokes with short, fast wiggles to the sides. She was indeed fucking him and he liked it, even the uncomfortable tugs on his nuts to prolong his hardness. "Gives new meaning to the word "bittersweet" he thought to himself. She had been pantyless all evening and chose to reveal that only after working her friend over with electric pleasuring and becoming a pleasure seeker herself. Twelve minutes and five orgasms later she announced, "You've been a good sport about this. Do you want me to fuck you, suck you or shock your cock till you come?"



Dinner and a Show



My name is John and I have always been very bi-sexual. I can't imagine anything better than a nice pair of tits in my face and the thought of a cock in my mouth or in my ass makes me harder than granite. Joe, on the other hand, is straighter than a ruler; even the thought of lesbian sex holds no thrill for him. My wife, Kelly, is very bi-curious and Joe's wife, Sarah, is a committed bi-sexual.

Kelly and Sarah met at college. They were both taking an independent degree program for adults who were past the traditional college age, Kelly was 37 and Sarah 34. Usually such people couldn't attend regular college classes because they held jobs and had lives. The courses were basically self-designed and pursued with the guidance of a college professor acting as advisor. Kelly and Sarah came together at the monthly group discussions. Kelly was working on an environmental study and Sarah's subject was something she called "sex and society." Sarah wanted to get a degree that would allow her to become a sex therapist for married couples.

At middle-age neither woman has the body of a model. Kelly has delivered two children by Cesarian and has the belly to prove it, but she also has a 40DDD chest on a five foot frame. She has long brown hair which hangs down just below her shoulders, a wide, sweet ass, and a pussy she shaves regularly. Sarah is taller, closer to 5' 6" and heavier with a large ass and 48DD tits. Her shoulder length hair is brown and she doesn't shave, but rather trims her bush neatly. I am 44, 5' 8", and a little thick around the middle with a 7" cock that's about 1.5" thick. Kelly and I had started exploring BDSM earlier that year, so my cock, balls, and ass were clean shaven. I would come to learn that Joe is taller than I am, coming close to 6' tall, heavier with a larger gut, and his cock is a bit thicker and closer to 8" long surrounded by a dense black thatch.

Kelly and Sarah became friendly and with my urging Kelly broached the subject of bi-sexuality, partner swapping, and group sex. The ladies had a lengthy, sexually charged, chat one Saturday afternoon. If they hadn't had to return to class so shortly they might actually have tried to find a quiet, out of the way, disused classroom but as luck would have it that would have to wait. Sarah was frank about her bi-sexual nature and made it plain that Kelly was attractive to her but regretful that such pleasures were nothing Joe had any interest in. Kelly suggested swapping porn and seeing where things went. It was a happy coincidence we all lived in the same town and an odd one that we'd never met before, it being a small town.

I suggested to Kelly that we have them over for dinner and a movie one night, just to break the ice, so to speak. After a flurry of emails, it was arranged. We sent our daughter on a sleep-over with her friend and that evening Sarah and Joe came over. Dinner was a simple affair and the table conversation started light but soon became charged with sexual innuendo which rapidly developed into an open discussion of sex. Kelly was wearing a blouse with a plunging V-neck showing a grand canyon of cleavage which Joe had been eyeing all through the meal and when he finally loosened up, he told her she had a great pair. Sarah talked about her favorite toys and Kelly her favorite positions. Playing off an off-hand comment, I mentioned that Kelly gave the greatest head and we all talked about the strangest places we'd had sex.

After dinner we went into the living room and I offered a choice of some movie or porn. I was not surprised to be told to put in the porn film and selected Dark Paradise, quite possibly the best BDSM film I've ever seen. Despite his claim to not care for girl-on-girl action, it didn't take long at all for Joe to be visibly excited as he shifted uncomfortably trying to relieve some of the pressure on his swollen cock trapped by his pants. Joe was seated between Kelly and Sarah on our futon and I was sitting nearby on the floor.

Kelly leaned over to Joe and softly asked, "Would you like some help with that?"

Joe was clearly surprised, unsure what to say, and cast a quick nervous glance at Sarah, who studiously ignored him and focused on the whipping going on on the TV. He looked sideways at Kelly and, barely above a whisper, said, "Yes."

Kelly's hand slipped over, rubbed his swollen groin, then undid the restraining button and unzipped his fly. The sound of the zipper was loud and if Joe had looked at Sarah, as I did, at that moment, he would have seen her wide smile. He was more than a little overwhelmed by another man's wife slipping her hand into his underwear and grabbing his cock and didn't dare to look at his own wife from whom he completely expected at least shock if not outrage. Sarah just smiled and winked at me and I smiled back.

Kelly was slowly and steadily stroking Joe's cock while Sarah and I were alternately watching the TV then her and him. Joe's attention was fixed on the ceiling but every few moments he'd turn to look at Kelly. He was far too afraid too look at his wife but curiousity, or guilt, finally got the better of him and when he turned to see if she noticed that her husband's cock was in her friend's hand she smiled again for him and turned to me. She made sure he was still watching with a quick glance out of the corner of her eye, pulled up her skirt and spread her legs wide, revealing her panties. She began rubbing herself over her panties with her pointer finger watching me the whole time except for an occassional quick sidelong glace to make sure Joe saw.

Kelly slid Joe's underwear down as he sidled around on the futon, pulling his cock free. With a mischevious grin and a lick of her lips, she leaned over his lap and licked the dollop of precum oozing off the head and glistening on her hand. Joe lost all self control and moaned loudly. Kelly took that as an invitation and dropped her mouth over the head and shaft of his cock, working in slow moves, up and down. Sarah laughed, pulled her panties aside, looked me right in the face, and in a commanding tone said, "Eat me!"

What's a guy to do? I scooted inbetween her knees and went to work. Spreading her lips apart with two fingers, I lapped at her pussy a few times then slid my tongue into her as deeply as I could and licked everywhere my tongue could reach. Sarah placed a hand on either side of my head and held me so close to her pussy that her pubic hair was itching my eyes. She kept me going like this for a few minutes then pushed my head away and took a deep breath.

"I'm not quite ready to cum just yet, John," she said grinning as she sat back. Her smile disappeared in an instant, she looked hard at me, and said, "now strip!"

I shucked my clothing as quickly as I could and stood before her with a raging hard on, which I expected she'd suck on as my wife was doing for her husband. She caught me by surprise when she looked up at me and said, "On your knees!"

I stood there for just a moment too long. Kelly and I had played at D/s and I knew what was expected, but I just didn't expect it from Sarah. She rapped my cock with her open hand and said, "On your fucking knees, cocksucker!" Kelly had spanked me a few times and used a small whip on me, but she'd never actually hit me. I dropped to my knees but that wasn't enough, she said, "Down!" and I dropped to my elbows looking up to her from lowered eyes. My cock was harder than I could remember it being.

Kelly came up for air and asked Joe if he wanted more to which he nodded. "That's not an answer, Joe," Kelly said.

Joe said, "Yes."

"Yes? Is that yes, it's not an answer, " Kelly teased, "or yes you want more?"

"Yes, I want more, please," Joe groaned. He sounded almost desperate.

Sarah asked me, "You think Joe wants more cocksucking, John?"

I said, "I think he does," eager to be getting into the action.

"How about you," she said to me, "do you want some cocksucking?"

My cock hurt, it was so hard. "Oh God, yes, please!" I blurted.

Kelly grabbed Joe's cock and gave a few really hard strokes while kissing him on the lips. "I don't think you really do want more."

"I do, I do" Joe was almost whining.

"I don't know.... do you really want more cock sucking," Kelly was mercilessly baiting him. "Are you ready to cum?"

Joe was begging now. "Yes, please, I so want to cum, please suck my cock."

"You're so excited now," she cooed. "So ready to cum. You really need cock sucking don't you? Tell me what you need."

In her hand, Joe's cock was just leaking precum, and his body was almost vibrating. Between gasps, he croaked, "I need cocksucking...please."

Kelly pulled her shirt open and draped her tits in his face while Sarah pointed at her husband's rod and said, "You heard him, suck him off!" He had his face buried between Kelly's huge tits, squeezing them with his hands. I had sucked a few cocks when I was a kid. It was a game some friends and I played, but that all ended way back then. Since, I had fantasized but never actually had one. Still, I crawled the few feet over, took his cock in my hand, stroking up and down the shaft. Sarah leaned in and said, "take it cocksucker, suck on it and swallow his cum," and then gave me a hard slap on the ass, "and if you lose one drop of cum, that slap will be nothing compared to the beating I give you." She didn't need to spank me, I was more than eager to suck his cock. I had been waiting a long time for this. I pressed the tip of my tongue at the base of his cock, right where his sack hung, and licked up the shaft. When I reached the swollen head covered in precum, I tipped it into my mouth and slathered it with my tongue.

Sarah was telling me how good I was doing and rewarded me by jerking me off slowly. Kelly was wiggling her tits in Joe's face, then paused with her mouth to his ear, and whispered, "You like having your cock sucked? Is it good?" He moaned deeply in ecstacy which made her chuckle huskily. As she sat back, pulling her chest away from his face, she told him, "Sarah said you didn't like guys, but I knew you'd love it when a real man got your cock in his mouth!"

He looked down at me looking up at him, bobbing on his cock, and all he could say was, "oh shit!" He squeezed his eyes shut and turned his face up to the cieling. Kelly took a hand full of his hair, yanked it slightly to get his attention, and when he popped open his eyes to see her, she pulled his head foward and directed him to watch me. "If you take your eyes off him for one moment," she said in a harsh tone, "I'll make him stop and you won't get any more."

Sarah had dropped my cock and sat back to play with herself. She was shoving two fingers into herself like a jackhammer, breathing heavily, and said, "I love watching a guy give head!"

Kelly shifted lower to bring her face closer to mine and was encouraging me. "That's the way. Just like that, John. Slide right down on it till you feel it push against the back of your mouth. You won't choke on it."

With her encouragement and direction, my eyes closed and I began bobbing on that hard shaft. The skin was silky soft, but the flesh under was so hard. It tasted bland, a little tang of salt and as I got down to his pubic hair there was a musky scent. There was a slight throb in his shaft and a smooth gel glazed my tongue. It tasted good but very hard to describe. It took a moment to register that I was getting his pre-cum. I was suprised at how much I liked the flavor and how good I felt with the realization of his pleasure. I felt empowered that I could make him cum. I realized I wanted him to cum and I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I breathed heavily through my nose and tipped my head with each upward bob. I really wanted his cum.

"That's very good," cooed Kelly, "He's so close... be ready to swallow like a good girl, John."

I had lost track of Sarah and she'd been busy. While I was going down on Joe, Kelly was petting my head and cheek and speaking sweetly and softly to me, and Sarah was suddenly behind me, petting my ass and balls. Kelly put her hand on the back of my head and as I went down on Joe, she held me down, then pressed harder and the spongy head of his cock pushed up at the back of my mouth. Sarah touched the crack of my ass, running her finger down it. It was cool and wet and she left a trail of KY Jelly and swirled a gob of lube at my asshole. My thighs and hips tensed and I swallowed. That was what Kelly was waiting for. Sweetly whispering in my ear she pressed my head down and Joe popped into my throat. He groaned so loudly and his cock throbbed so strongly that I thought he would cum right there. Kelly held me there, gently letting my head up a fraction so I was basically fucking Joe with my mouth and throat.

"You're a good girl, John," Sarah said and I felt her slide a strap-on dildo between my cheeks. She got it lubed and warmed after a couple strokes and I felt it's tip pressing at my anus. Kelly let me up for air and as I breathed in a deep gulp, Sara penetrated me. Very slowly and gently, my rear felt full and stretched and she kept sliding it in a bit at a time. I was gasping for air and whimpering with the orgasmic agony of it. I dove down on Joe's cock again instinctively and Sarah began fucking me in time with me blowing her husband.

Sarah leaned over my back and grabbed my hips as she rocked that rod inside me, hardly letting any out, but keeping a rolling wave motion. She asked Joe, "Isn't John a good cocksucker, Joe?" He mumbled or moaned some inarticulate reply and she spoke a little harsher, "Does he give good head?" Again, Joe hardly responded though his hips were beginning to thrust up to meet my mouth.

"Joe, answer me or I'll make him stop.... do you want him to stop?" The tone in Sarah's voice got through and Joe whimpered a "No, please..." Both Sarah and Kelly giggled and Kelly teased him, "So, you like having a guy sucking your cock?" Joe looked at her, sparing a quick glance down at me, though I didn't know it, too busy sucking on his cock. "Yes...*moans*..FUCK, yes!"

"Do you want to cum in his mouth, Joe?" Sara asked and he answered eagerly, nearly bouncing on the futon, "Yes!" He was so close he was grunting. "YES, I want to fuck his mouth and fill it with cum." Sarah and Kelly both smiled triumphantly. In a moment, his cock spasmed and my mouth was filled with warm gunk. I rolled it in my mouth a moment and it tasted vile, slightly salty, but kind of bland. He came again and some leaked from my lips. Kelly spanked me and said, 'Don't waste that, John. Be a good girl and drink it down." I knew the tone and did my best to swallow as Joe kept pumping. He petered out both in the cum and in energy and laid back on the futon. Sarah gave me a few more thrusts then laid on my back and hugged me.

She looked over my shoulder at Joe and said in a no-nonsense voice, "Joe, Kelly and I are going to slip over there and take care of ourselves. Now, you owe John at least a hand job, so be good... or else." Giggling, the two ladies crawled across the room and cuddled together on the carpet, cooing, pawing, and petting as they got heated up. I climbed up onto the futon and collapsed, swallowing to get the taste out of my mouth, though I was pleased with myself for doing it and wanted in some strange way to do it again. He looked at me with a strange expression and after a moment reached over, wrapped his fingers around my cock and began stroking me. I couldn't help it, I shuddered and moaned, my legs trembled and I slipped over to lean against his side. He tensed a moment, but kept stroking. In a few moments, I spurted over his hand. My hips jerked and I gasped and moaned and panted. He kept going a bit longer till it was clear I'd cum all I was going to. He took his hand away clearly uncomfortable with the gooey stuff on his palm and fingers.

"Lick his hand clean, John," Kelly called laughingly and I gingerly took his hand in mine, brought it to my mouth and licked my cum from it.



Dinner and a Show



Jerry has decided to give his wife, Janet, the special gift she had requested for their fifth anniversary. First a marvelous dinner at their favorite restaurant, and then a very special show that she will remember for a long, long, time.

This story is primarily about exhibitionism, but there is an overtone of bondage and some more than consensual spanking action.

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Janet McCarthy is a "shy exhibitionist" and a "closet bondage freak"- at least that is how she describes herself on several bondage sites under her user name of Off_Broadway_Barbie. Many of the people who look up her profile laugh, but the descriptions are really very accurate. She truly is a shy exhibitionist. None of her on-line photos ever show her face no matter what else they show, and none are taken anywhere that could be identified with her. 

Being shy does not mean she is not an exhibitionist. Janet is truly an exhibitionist- she is just very shy about it. For example, on their many camping weekends, it is not unusual for her husband Jerry to spend the day fishing while she goes out deep into the woods to "flash the critters" as she calls it. She will walk to a very secluded area and then spend the day walking naked through the woods carrying her clothing- or sometimes hiding it behind a tree, walking away and, after going some distance, having to make her way back before being discovered.

Janet's favorite outdoor treat is to find an overlook that is visible from a far distant highway and stand there totally unclothed- and totally dripping- as she imagines all the truckers and tourists looking at her naked body. Actually, from the distances involved, only someone with better than an eagle's eyes or a good set of binoculars would be able to see more than just a slight pink blur among the trees. But since she is doing it for herself and her enjoyment, not for them, it doesn't matter. Whether they can actually see her or not, she still receives the thrill of exhibiting her body to strangers.

Janet is also truly a closet bondage freak. She loves being restrained and forced to do things that her strict Baptist upbringing wouldn't allow her to do- like enjoy sex and even have an orgasm.

Her husband Gerald got a peek into her closet their senior year of college. After many false starts where she put him off or made excuses, they were well on their way to their first-time sex. They were at his apartment with his roommates all gone for the weekend. He had her down to her bra and panties and was just starting to unhook her bra when Janet suddenly pulled away from him and said, "No, I can't do this. I can't do this." She stood up, faced him and said in a trembling voice, "I want to. I really do... but I can't."

Jerry's immediate reaction was anger. "You're a damn tease! I never want to see you again!"

"No," she sobbed as she burst into tears. "I want to... I really do... I... I... I... just can't." She sniffed and said softly, "... unless you make me."

"What!?" he replied. "Are you telling me that you want me to rape you?"

"No," she said nervously. "Just tie me up or something so I can't resist you." She then gave him a look that was somewhere between a nervous smile and absolute desperation.

"You're serious?" he said. "You really want me to tie you up and fuck you, don't you?"

Janet hung her head in shame as she nodded yes. Jerry still wasn't sure, but when he saw a widening wet spot on her panties that threatened to start dripping on the floor, he said, "Just a minute."

He came back a moment later carrying a small duffle bag. "This is my goodie bag," he said. "I thought I was going to have to throw it all away and give up on one of my favorite pastimes because I had fallen in love with a preacher's daughter." He lifted a length of soft rope out of the bag, smiled, and said, "But sometimes life gives you the lemonade already mixed and sugared."

Jerry looped the rope around Janet's neck and led her to his bedroom. Once there, he secured her spread-eagle on the bed and cut away her panties. Her bra unclasped from the front, so it remained tangled over her arms as he slowly nibbled and teased his way around her body. When she was moaning loudly and thrusting herself upward almost off the bed, he finally entered her. He wished for a moment that he had also gagged her because her screams of passion were loud enough to disturb even his hard-of-hearing, elderly neighbors.

Jerry did gag her before driving her to her second, violent and noisy orgasm. When she had finally calmed down from that, he removed the gag and she said softly, "You can untie me now, but lie here with me and hold me... please?"

Janet ended up spending the night. In the morning they talked and she explained that she couldn't even masturbate unless she tied herself up first. "I've got a remote control vibrator," she explained, "... that has a timer. I set it to start after half an hour, insert it and then tie myself up. That way, I don't really have any control over what it does to me."

Her voice got a little shaky and her face turned slightly red when she said, "And before I can do something especially naughty, like put the vibrator in back rather than in front, I have to punish myself first with a little self-spanking."

She then went on to say that she also punished herself for forgetting to wear underwear when she had classes on the fifth floor and knew that people would be able to see up her skirt on the steps. Or when she would accidently forget that the drapes were open in her dorm room and drop the towel as soon as she came back from the shower.

Janet and Jerry married two months later immediately following graduation. Because of the hurry, Janet's mother and father assumed she was pregnant. They were pleasantly surprised when nine months later there was still no baby.

Once married, Janet no longer had to be tied up in order to have sex, but she found that she was able to let herself go and reach much higher levels of pleasure if Jerry restrained her. She also found that a little spanking foreplay released her even further. Sometimes, as she was walking naked through the woods, she would think of the fact that she would have to tell Jerry to spank her for being so bad. Suddenly she would be gushing between the legs.

'How do you punish someone for enjoying being spanked?' she asked herself one day as she was standing on the large rock wall of a vista that overlooked a deep valley. She could barely see several hikers on the trail far below. The area was known as a bird watcher's paradise and a flash of sunlight told her that one of them had trained a set of binoculars on her and could probably see her almost clearly. That thought caused juices to run down the inside of her legs, but when the hikers turned to come up to the high trail, her shyness rose to the surface and she hurried back into her clothing and scurried down the opposite path.

It was now Jerry and Janet's fifth anniversary. To most of the community, they were a typical, young, married couple. They both had promising careers and were both active in several community organizations, including the local community theater where Jerry was on the board of directors.

Jerry had a beautiful voice and a marvelous stage presence, and was often one of the stars in the various performances. He had even directed a couple of performances. Janet, always the shy one, limited herself to bit parts or a place in the chorus.

No one suspected any kinkiness at all in their relationship. No one, that is, except John, one of the techies at the theater. John knew Janet- and Jerry- from college and knew of her self-bondage masturbation sessions. Janet didn't tell him. She didn't intend to ever tell anyone. But then, she didn't intend to roll off the bed during a self-induced orgasm and wedge herself so tightly that she could not free herself.

She had a private room in the dorm and possibly could have stayed stuck between her bed and the wall for a long time except that it was fire prevention week and all of the smoke detectors on campus were being tested. John was an engineering student with a work-study job in campus maintenance. Janet was afraid to answer when John knocked on the door and he assumed the room was empty, so he let himself in with his master key.

He didn't see her until he was up on his ladder opening the housing of the detector to verify its date of manufacture. He dropped both the cover and his flashlight when he looked down and saw a naked coed trussed up and stuffed between the bed and the wall.

John immediately pulled her free and untied her. He was going to call campus police, but she assured him that she had, in fact, done this to herself, so he let her flee to her bathroom while he finished testing the smoke alarm above her bed. 

She came out of the bathroom moments later wearing a robe, crying, and begging him not to tell anyone. He promised to keep her secret, and to this day he had. But Janet still often blushed when she looked up at the control booth during rehearsals and saw John sitting at the board. And even though it was impossible to see him- or anything else- during a performance because of the lights shining in her eyes, she still blushed slightly knowing that he was up there watching her on stage.

As June approached, Jerry asked her what she wanted for her fifth anniversary. She thought about it all day. At supper that night she said, "We haven't been on a really special date since college. How 'bout dinner and a show?" Then she added, "But the dinner has to be very special and the show has to be something I will never forget."

Jerry answered only, "I'll see what I can do."

Two days before their anniversary, Jerry told her that he was going to take her to their favorite restaurant for their anniversary. Afterwards there would be a show that she would remember for the rest of her life. He had one request, however. He wanted her to wear the same black dress that she had worn on their first date... and to wear nothing beneath it.

Janet was proud of the fact that she still wore the same dress size that she had in college, but the black dress, itself, was getting almost threadbare. She had often debated throwing it out, and kept it only for the sentimental reason of it being the dress she had worn on their first date.

At first she was going to object and say that she had many other dresses that were much newer... and nicer... and sexier, but the thought of reliving that first date, and especially the thought of going to a very formal restaurant wearing nothing but perfume under her dress caused her to feel that familiar wetness between her legs.

"OK," she said finally, "but my black dress had better be appropriate for wherever and whatever the show is that follows."

Jerry laughed and said, "Oh, don't worry. That black dress is exactly what you should be wearing for this show."

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The day of their anniversary finally arrived. Dinner was perfect. Jerry had arranged everything in advance, and everything was exactly what Janet would have ordered. A tray of oysters on the half-shell arrived at their table shortly after they sat down. The hot sauce, which only Jerry liked, was on the side with a special mild sauce also on the plate. 

A wine steward brought a bottle of wine to the table and uncorked it for Jerry's approval. "It's her special meal," he said. "Let her say if the wine is acceptable."

"Perfect," she said after sniffing the cork and taking a small sip. The waiter filled both their glasses and left the bottle in ice on the table. 

Her "perfect" applied not only to the wine, but to the entire meal. The melt-in-your-mouth steak was exactly like she wanted it and was smothered in mushrooms in butter sauce with just a hint of onions. Although it wasn't on the menu, Jerry had arranged for chocolate mousse for both of them for dessert- just like she had ordered on their first date.

The whole meal couldn't have been better. Jerry even dawdled after dinner and talked. Normally, he was very agenda-driven and would be obviously anxious to go immediately on to the next thing, but tonight, he sat calmly and reminisced with her about their first meeting, their first date, and about all the special things about which she fantasized.

"It's show time," he finally said quietly.

The waitress had already brought the check and returned with the credit card receipt, so there was no reason not to be going. As they walked across the parking lot to the car, Jerry took her arm and slowed her to a stop. "There is one additional thing I want you to wear tonight," he said with a grin. He then handed her a black silk blindfold. "I'll even put it on for you," he added as he turned her slightly so that he could stand behind her.

She could see that they were only steps from the car. It was also very unlikely that anyone would see her, so she didn't object. In fact, she murmured, "Whatever you say," as she held it over her eyes and he tied it around her head.

It is amazing how much more difficult it is to walk in tall high heels when you can't see the ground. Janet was thankful that she had only a very short way to go to get to the car. She could hear Jerry open the door and then say, "Feel the car with your hands, and get in." As she got in, he put his hand on her hair to ensure that she did not hit the top of her head on the car door.

'I feel like a prisoner being put into a police car,' she thought to herself. She had never experienced that herself, but she had seen enough cop shows on TV to know that was how the handcuffed suspect was put in the car- with the officer's hand on top of his or her head. As she waited for Jerry to go around to the other side of the car to get in, she held her hands together at the wrists imagining that she was handcuffed- or bound. She could feel herself getting wetter.

'It's a good thing I'm wearing a black dress,' she thought to herself. 'That way a wet spot in the back won't show.'

Jerry seemed to be driving all over, making random turns this way and that. Janet was totally disoriented. She was fairly sure that they were still in town, but for all she knew they could be out in the middle of nowhere. Finally, Jerry stopped the car and shut off the engine.

He again used his hand to protect her head as he helped her out of the car. After she was standing, he lifted her arms slightly and slipped a loop of rope over her hands. It was a large slipknot and he tightened it quickly. He then brought the rope down between her arms and made two quick circles around the knot loop that held her wrists. Forming her fingers around the long end of the rope as it left her hands, he said, "Hold this. It is your guide leash." He then began leading her away from the car.

From the sound and feel, Janet knew that she was walking on concrete. "We're starting up a ramp," he said, and a few steps later, Janet could feel the incline. A dozen steps later, they reached a small landing. Jerry said, "Turning left," and resumed his climb up the ramp. There was something very familiar about this place, but Janet could not place where she might be.

A heavy-sounding door squeaked and creaked open and Jerry warned, "Watch for the threshold. It's not very high, but it is wide and slick." Her heels made a metallic-sounding click as she stepped through the door.

She knew where she was! It wasn't just the ramp or the wide metal threshold. There is a particular smell to a backstage area at a theater. You can smell rope and paint and makeup and sweat and a thousand other smells that occur together only on stage. She was backstage at the community theater.

"We're at the theater," she said. "I didn't know there was a performance tonight."

Jerry laughed slightly. "That's because this show is strictly by invitation only," he said, "and you are the special guest star who is going to experience every minute of it."

Janet wasn't sure what he meant, but she continued to follow him. Her heels were now making a hollow tapping sound. She was walking across the stage floor. She wasn't sure, but she thought that they were now in the middle of the stage, probably just behind the curtain. She could smell the decades of dust that was trapped in the thick, plush cloth that separated the stage from the audience.

"Let's block out this scene," Jerry said as he loosened the rope on her wrists. "It's very easy choreography. All you have to do is stand here and move with the action."

He bent her slowly at the waist until she was almost at ninety degrees. She felt her neck come to rest on something soft and thick like lamb's wool. Jerry raised her left arm and set it on something alongside her head that was smooth and cool. It felt like it was a curved segment of leather, perhaps held by a piece of wood.

He placed her right arm in a similar leather depression on the other side of her head, and then she felt a slight pressure on her neck and wrists followed by a deep, dull, solid, "clunk." She tried to stand, but her head and wrists were now securely trapped. She was in a stocks of some sort.

"What are you doing?" she asked, more out of curiosity than anger or concern. "Is this some sort of participatory performance art?" 

"No," he answered, "It's a solo performance, and I think it's time for you to be quiet and just experience." She felt a ball gag being pushed into her mouth, then Jerry walked away from her and everything was quiet.

She wasn't sure how long she was held there behind the curtain, but she was certain that she could hear an ever-increasing murmur of voices. A large audience was gathering in the theater. 

Janet had waited nervously backstage before and listened to the pre-performance buzz of the audience. She was pretty good at judging the size of the house by the noise level. This sounded like a full house, or nearly so, and the theater had exactly 299 seats. She knew that number because 300 seats was the magic level where the royalty payments went up on the performances. To keep the costs down, she and Jerry had helped when the theater members removed several seats from the ends of the front row to bring the number back to exactly 299.

From the noise level, there had to be at least 275 people out there. Janet could feel her legs shaking in fear. What was Jerry doing? What if they opened the curtain and everyone could see her? The theater was a relatively tight-knit group. And almost everyone in town came to the performances. What if all her neighbors and friends were out there? What if everyone saw her bent over like this locked into a set of stocks?

Then she heard Jerry walking across the stage. She knew his walk because, for some reason, he had an uneven stride. She felt a slight puff of air as he walked past her. Then she heard the soft rustle of the curtains as he slipped between them to stand at the front of the stage facing the audience.




Dinner and a Show



"Ladies and gentlemen," he said loudly. Suddenly the buzz was gone as the audience quieted for the beginning of the performance. But what performance? 'I'm the only one on stage,' Janet thought to herself. 'I have to be the performer. But what am I supposed to do?'

"Ladies and gentlemen," Jerry repeated when everything was quiet. "Tonight we have a very special performance. A closet bondage freak will step out into the light and be recognized. A shy exhibitionist will finally get her chance to show the world... ... everything."

There was a deafening round of applause and Janet heard the chains which supported the curtain clanking as it slowly opened to reveal her to the audience. She could now hear buzzes of quiet conversations from here and there around the theater as people saw her and attempted to speak to each other in low whispers.

The curtains must now be wide open because she could feel the heat of the front spotlights against her skin. The black dress was absorbing the energy from the hot lights and warming rapidly. So was she. She could feel a light sheen of perspiration beginning to form on her brow. Then she felt herself rolling.

Evidently the stocks were mounted on one of the scene platforms. There must have been a small ramp leading up to it because she hadn't had to step up as Jerry led her across the stage. Jerry, or someone, was now pushing her slightly forward and turning her so that she was sideways to the audience.

"Time to raise- or should I say lower- the second curtain." Jerry said loudly. Then Janet felt something cold against her shoulder. The movement and the slight noise told her that it was a pair of scissors. The cold feel of the scissors against her skin told her that Jerry was cutting the dress from her body.

He cut all the way across the back of the dress at the shoulders and then began lowering the zipper. As soon as the zipper reached her waist, the dress dropped to the floor leaving her naked on stage. Thunderous applause filled the theater.

Janet was mortified, but at the same time she could feel her nipples immediately swelling and the juices starting to flow in her cunt. This was going to ruin her in the community, but her body didn't care. This was what she dreamed of when she stood on the high bluffs exposing herself to distant motorists. Showing her body to a large crowd was her secret fantasy. Now, she wasn't fantasizing that they could see her. The applause made it very clear that she had been presented to them in all her glory.

She felt the platform being slowly rotated. It stopped as her ass was aligned with the center isle. Jerry reached over and smacked her ass cheek with his hand. Then he ran his fingers through her slit. Evidently he held them up to the audience because he said, "See that shine? Wet as a river."
Janet could feel her skin burning in shame, but at the same time the tingle in her breasts and nipples was almost overwhelming. She was rotated again until she faced the audience. She felt fingers at the back of her head and suddenly everything was brilliantly bright. Jerry had removed the blindfold.

She squinted out at the crowd, but could see nothing. All of the front lights and footlights were on and all three traveler spots were trained down on her from the light booth balcony, which ran across the back of the theater. 

Janet could hear several people whispering her name. Evidently there were some who did not recognize her until the blindfold was removed. She did not think it was possible to be more embarrassed... or more turned on, but when she heard her name whispered, she could feel herself turning an even deeper shade of red. She could also feel the cunt slime start to drip from between her pussy lips.

"You are being a very naughty girl," Jerry taunted her. "I think you need a little punishment."

He started swatting her bottom. One hand was smacking her right cheek and the other was smacking her left. It sounded almost like he was performing on a set of bongo drums. Janet felt herself swaying her ass to meet his hands. She also felt herself climbing higher and higher.

'Oh NO!' she suddenly thought to herself. 'I'm going to cum in front of all these people.'

That thought, alone, was enough to trigger an overwhelming orgasm. She shrieked and screamed and bucked and writhed in the stocks. Jerry stopped his spanking and began rotating the platform so that she was totally on display to the audience as she rode the waves of passion that were cresting within her. The thought that her bucking, dripping, snatch was turned to the crowd was enough to drive her once again over the edge and trigger a second orgasm.

As her moans and cries started to subside, Jerry again rotated her and announced, "Now it's time for a little mutual enjoyment." He leaned down close to Janet's ear and said, "You have already paid the price of admission, so just totally let yourself go." He then began to lightly caress her breasts with one hand while sliding the other through the wetness between her legs.

Soon, Janet was again squirming and moaning and moving rapidly upward towards another orgasm. She could feel Jerry positioning himself behind her. He slid easily into her, and as his body touched hers, she realized that he, too, was now naked on the stage.

Janet was now directly facing the unseen audience. The brilliant spot and footlights blinded her, but at the same time forced her to acknowledge that everyone could see EVERYTHING. They were watching Jerry fuck her. It was as if she were having sex with hundreds of people at the same time. That image began to burn more brightly in her mind than the spotlights themselves.

Jerry was now slamming violently into her ass as he bottomed with each thrust. He was rapidly approaching climax and his legs were shaking slightly as his muscles prepared for that final moment of ejaculation. Finally he grunted loudly and slammed against her ass a final time. He fell over her back and shuddered as he went off. Janet joined him in his moment of climax, the audience forgotten for the moment as she became one with her husband.

After a short time, Jerry again stood up and slowly pulled himself out. Janet moaned slightly as she felt his deflating prick slide out of her cunt. She thought she was hearing thunder, but as her mind cleared from the orgasm, she remembered where she was and realized that what she was hearing was applause.

"For an encore tonight," Jerry said as he stepped in front of Janet to address the audience, "we will allow Janet to experience one of her most naughty desires. Of course," he added, "that will mean a more severe punishment."

He was walking around behind Janet as he spoke. He patted her on the ass hard enough so that the smack could be heard throughout the theater and said in a chuckle, "But I am going to wait until she is ready before I do that."

Janet felt the platform rotating until she was once again facing backstage. Jerry stood in front of her and asked, "What would you like to do for an encore?" He paused a moment and then asked, "Do I fuck your face or your ass?"

He knew what she wanted. She didn't really like oral, but anal drove her wild. He knew what she wanted, but he was going to make her say it! He was going to make her ask for it in front of all these people!

Janet didn't think it was possible for her to be more embarrassed- or more aroused, but her skin was now almost on fire and spunk and cunt juice flowed copiously out of her and dripped onto the platform as she answered softly, "My ass."

"Project, Janet." Jerry said loudly. "Speak from the diaphragm so you can be heard." His voice sounded just like it did on those occasions when he directed plays and had to correct or encourage the cast during rehearsals.

"Take me in the ass!" Janet heard herself almost shouting. As she heard the force and volume of her own words, it caused her to shudder as a mini-orgasm rippled through her body.

"Then let's get you ready," answered Jerry. He walked back around behind Janet and began sliding his fingers up and down her crack. Bent over as she was, she was sure that both her cunt and rosebud were clearly visible to the audience.

Jerry thrust his fingers into her dripping pussy. They slid in easily and came out just as easily, with a large scooping of cum and spunk. He began rubbing that slimy mixture up and down her crack, pressing on her sphincter each time his fingers passed her nether opening.

Finally, he pushed a single finger into her ass and began pumping in and out. Soon a second finger joined the first, and then a third. Janet could feel her anal ring relaxing to allow him better access.

He withdrew his fingers and she could feel the tip of something pressing against her rosebud. As it slid in, Janet recognized it as a butt plug, but it seemed bigger than anything she had ever put up there before. She was stretched to maximum and still it hadn't seated. It was spreading her wider and wider as Jerry continued to force it into her ass.

When it finally slid all the way in and her sphincter snapped tightly around the slightly smaller shaft, another mini-orgasm caused her to quiver in the stocks. She could feel herself rising up on tiptoe for some reason, almost as if she were raising her ass to receive Jerry's cock. But that was not going to happen as long as she was stuffed full by that huge plug.

"That will keep you stretched while I give you the pain you need to really let yourself go." Jerry said as he wiggled the huge plug lodged securely between her cheeks.

Janet wasn't sure what Jerry had in mind, but when she heard the swish of a belt swinging through the air, she knew what was coming. Jerry had used a belt on her only a few times, and only after she had either egged him on for hours or begged him to use it on her. It was after one particularly intense session with the belt that Jerry had told her, "If you want or need the pain, just ask for it. You don't have to try to piss me off just so I will spank you."

"Open your eyes," Jerry said in a commanding voice.

Janet hadn't realized that she had closed them. When she opened her eyes, he was standing before her swinging a wide, black, leather belt in a small arc. The intense stage lights reflected softly off the black finish.

"What do you want?" he asked softly.

'I can't say that in front of all these people,' she thought to herself.

"You have to say it or it ends now," Jerry continued in his soft and soothing voice.

He was going to make her say it. She was going to have to ask him to whip her or this would all be over. She didn't want to say it- especially in front of an audience, but she didn't want this night to end yet either. "Use the belt," she said in her stage projection voice. "Beat my behind until I am screaming and then fuck me in the ass."

A loud applause greeted her words and she suddenly thought, 'That's the best audience response I've ever gotten for one of my lines.'

Jerry walked back around behind her and said, "I'm going to give you twenty with the belt and you are going to thank me after each one and keep track of the count."

He didn't wait for a response, but instead swung the belt as soon as he was in position. It wasn't a perfect stroke, but it snapped loudly and caused a short scream from Janet. She gulped and called out, "One. Thank you, Master."

Why had she said Master? Was it that she didn't want to call out his name? Or, was it perhaps that using that word added to her sense of being helpless and bound?

Snap!

"Two. Thank you, Master."

Snap!

"Three. Thank you, Master."

So it continued as Jerry slowly crisscrossed her ass with welts. The pain and the heat on her asscheeks got greater with each strike of the belt. So did the heat within her. Finally she heard herself calling out, "Twenty. Thank you, Master."

She didn't feel him pull the butt plug out of her ass, but she did feel his prick entering her. She could especially feel it as his body slapped lightly against her now swollen asscheeks as he thrust fully into her.

"Oh God!" she heard herself screaming. She was well above any level of passion that she had ever reached before. The pain... the forbiddenness of anal sex... the humiliation of having sex on stage in front of hundreds of people... the fact that dozens of her friends and neighbors had seen the most intimate parts of her body... all of this drove her higher and higher as Jerry continued to fuck her ass.

Janet could no longer form words. At best she was grunting in a high-pitched keening wail. Then she totally lost control of her body and her mind. She exploded. The brilliance of the lights within her mind as she frantically bucked back against Jerry was far greater than all the stage lights trained on her naked body.

She didn't feel Jerry stop. She didn't feel him withdraw from her ass. She didn't feel the platform rotating once again so that she was facing the audience. All of this became apparent to her only as control returned slowly to her mind and body as she hung panting in the stocks.

"Time for your bow," Jerry said softly as he removed the top portion of the beam which was holding her in place. He had to support her as he led her, on wobbly legs, to stage front where they stood together on the apron to receive the thunderous applause. He bowed and used his hand behind her back to force her to bow with him.

After the third bow, the applause began to fade slowly away. In the relative silence, Janet was now standing in center stage, naked, facing who knows how many of her friends, neighbors, and fellow workers. With the glow of what she had just experienced also starting to fade, she was now feeling fear and dread. How could she ever face these people again? She would have to quit her job. They might have to move out of the community. How could she have allowed Jerry to do this to her?

"If you knew what the show was," Jerry suddenly asked her, "would you have still come to the theater tonight?"

Janet stood silently for a moment before shuddering out, "Yes. I would have given anything for this night."

"Happy Anniversary," a voice said suddenly over the theater speaker system. The lights began to quickly dim and Janet could see out into the audience. She could still hear the murmur and noise of an audience leaving the theater, but there was no one there.

The work lights over the control booth in the balcony came on and Janet could see John standing there waving his arms at her. "Just me," he said. "... and my magical array of lights and sound effects." 

A few moments later he quickly walked up the aisle and stepped onto the stage. "A while back, Jerry asked me how I knew you from college," he said to her. "I told him I met you while I was working on fire detectors in your dorm."

He laughed lightly, "I didn't know that you had told him about that. I didn't give any details of how we met, but I didn't have to. He knew all about it. And from that point on, he knew that I knew about your fantasies. He came to me a couple weeks ago and asked if I would help you live out one of those fantasies in a safe fashion."

He looked up and down Janet's sweat drenched body and smirked. "It looks like you went through at least four or five of them tonight." He then handed Jerry a set of keys and said, "Make sure you lock everything up before you go." As he walked toward the backstage door he called back over his shoulder, "Happy Anniversary."

Jerry pulled Janet close and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Did you enjoy your anniversary present?" he asked.

"Mmmmm," she answered. 

"Your sweatpants and sweatshirt are on a chair backstage." He continued. "We can leave as soon as I shut everything down."

"I would like to do one more little thing first," she said.

"What's that?" he asked.

"Give you an anniversary present," she said, "Turn all the spotlights back on and lay down on your back in the middle of the stage. I'm going to do an on-stage flash dance routine on your pole and ride you like you have never been ridden before."

As Jerry scurried toward the light booth, she yelled after him, "And if you can, turn the sound back on so it sounds like there is a huge audience out there watching us. "

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