2 comments/ 4772 views/ 5 favorites Public Ebony Ch. 01 By: therealcrimsoncarmen Ebony sat at her dining table nursing a cup of tea. Half full, the cup's only warmth was drawn from her hand, the tea stagnant, tepid. Her gaze was fixed on the large golden stag that stretched its figure across her table, a centrepiece to house candles. And thoughts. It was a contentious piece, with many of her visitors claiming it was far too large to be a table feature. Ebony knew their true objection was to the cock and balls that proudly hung between the stag's legs. Painted the same lovely gold, they were her favourite feature. Some people found the stag's genitals to be quite the distraction, indeed he was always hidden away for Christmas dinner. But it was natural, no? A loud vibration shocked Ebony from her reverie. If her cup was any fuller it would have sloshed onto the table. She set the cup down, noting that the bag bobbed in cold liquid. Picking up her phone she realised with a start that it was 5pm. She was not due to leave for another three hours, but the time was passing far quicker than she would have liked. The cause of the vibration was a text from her friend Miranda "Good luck tonight, honey! I'm sure everything will go well. You'll do great!! Xx". Trepidation coiled in her heart, bleeding through her veins, pulsing in her sternum, filling her stomach with anxious acid. She stared once more at the stag and forced herself to breathe deep and slow. It would be fine, she thought, they know I am new to this, I'm sure they'll be understanding. Besides, I am the one who signed up for this, right? She took a sip from her tea, forgetting its lost temperature. Clicking her tongue with distaste, she decided it was time for alcohol. A generous shot-and-a-bit of vodka, topped up with cranberry juice and ice. A cup full of courage. Ebony took a gulp, holding the tangy liquid in her mouth for a moment, allowing the piquant pleasure to play across her tongue. Swallowing it down, she revelled in the bite of the vodka, already feeling the uncomfortable tingling in her nerves settle. She gathered phone, drink and bluetooth speaker into her hands and took herself to the bathroom. With a little less than three hours to go, she may as well prepare at a leisurely pace. She set her things on the counter top and selected some chilled dance music. Time to get excited. After another mouthful of vodka, Ebony turned the taps of her shower, allowing the water to burst from the head and cascade to the tiled floor. As she waited for the heat to grow, she stripped down until she was standing naked in front of her giant, wall-hanging mirror. The music was perfect, the beat infectious and she felt her body moving to the rhythm. She looked into the mirror at her reflection and smiled. It was apparently unseemly to be proud of your body, but Ebony felt that pride should be given where pride was due. She ran her hands over her skin, beginning at her protruding collar bones, her second favourite bone of all. Over her supple, but slight breasts, charming her nipples to erection; down her curved belly and then between her thighs, lingering luxuriously at her clit. She let out a small sigh and noticed her reflection was clouding rapidly. The heat was filling the room with steam, moisture clinging to the air. Ebony took one last pre-shower sip of vodka and made to step under the water when her phone buzzed loudly on the counter top. She quickly glanced at it "Hey, babe, what you up to tonight?" She groaned superciliously. The text was from Chester, a man she worked with and once slept with. She wasn't the kind of person to regret things, but this one particular incident had left her with a vexing infatuation. She didn't like the man, simple as that. He was attractive and charming, but beneath the guise of gallantry he was a dickhead. And while she had enjoyed his dick head for one night, she knew she did not want to do it again. Ignoring the message, Ebony turned back to the shower and stepped into the deluge. She shuddered with pleasure as the blood heated in her veins and a tingle crept over her like a tidal wave. Two and a half hours left. A second glass of vodka-cranberry saw Ebony through the hair and makeup process. As she sipped on her third, she selected an outfit. The clothing did not really matter, but the lingerie must be perfect. She tried on a simple magenta bralette with a g-string and stay-ups. Not enough. She swapped out the bra for one with black lace and padding, and exchanged the g-string for another to match. Still not enough. She finally settled on a red and black corset. It hugged her rib cage like the large strong hands of a man and cupped her breasts in a way that accentuated with realism. The straps were thin black ribbon, snaking down her chest to join a sweetheart cut. Extravagant amounts of black lace piled across the trim, winding down the curve of the boning. Visible beneath was a deep red satin, spotted elegantly with fine clear crystals. Slung over her slim waist was a black lace garter belt holding up black stockings with a heavily stitched line down the back of her legs. Her g-string was red satin, cupping her moist pussy gently, exposing her round, soft arse. She slipped her feet into a pair of red patent-leather pumps and strutted over to her full length mirror. Her dark hair was curled and bouncing upon her shoulders as she approached her reflected image. She popped out a rounded hip and extended a pale, toned leg. From top to toe her eyes drifted approvingly; perfectly arched eyebrows, beautiful lingerie, defined calves. Confidence radiated from her and the nerves she had been nursing into her cold tea earlier were dissipating rapidly. Last minute touches included a spritz of vanilla perfume, another lick of crimson lipstick and a loose grey knit dress thrown over her luscious lingerie. As she drained her glass of the remaining cranberry concoction, she ordered a taxi and sat once more at her dining table. In no time she would be on her way. Nerves gathered in her diaphragm anew, mingling with glorious excitement. She imagined all the ways the night could go, knowing that there were too many variables to predict it. Her biggest concern was having her autonomy taken, her control suspended. But that was all part of the game. That was the thrill of it. A muffled horn beep told her the taxi had arrived. She chucked her phone and wallet into a pre-prepared overnight bag that also held a warm change of clothes and sensible underwear and shoes. Hopping into the taxi she divulged the address hoping the driver did not know the hidden use of the building. Twenty minutes and several false conversations later, Ebony arrived at her destination. She paid and thanked the driver and stepped out into the cold. Walking with confidence, her heels clicking on the pavement, she entered the hotel and headed straight for the elevator. She already knew what floor she needed to be on and figured the receptionist was probably full aware of what went on there. Save the glowing of her cheeks for later. She assessed her appearance in the elevator mirror, touching up her lipstick again. She could no longer detect her vanilla scent so spritz some more perfume at her throat and temples. She stared into her own eyes and gave herself a mini pep talk. This night is going to go well, she whispered. I am going to have fun and I will want to come back again. Everyone will be great, I will be great. It will just be great. She breathed deep and long. Her pep talk had not assured her. The elevator slid open and she stepped out into another foyer. There was a desk straight ahead, a tall and intimidating looking man stood behind it. Ebony steeled herself and strode over. The man was unattractive, scary almost, and doubt suddenly erupted within her. Maybe she could pretend she came to the wrong level? She could just turn around and walk out. Get another taxi home and drink tea with her horny stag all night. Then the man smiled and spoke. "Hi there. You must be Ebony! Just a moment." The man picked up a phone. "Ebony is here, ma'am." He hung up and looked back at her, grinning foolishly. Ebony frowned. Was he mocking her? Before she could say anything a door to the left opened and out came the most breathtakingly beautiful woman Ebony had ever seen. Her tall figure glided over to Ebony, whose eyelids peeled wider in an effort to allow her retinas to absorb more of the woman. The woman smiled warmly and extended her hand for shaking. Ebony reciprocated, not taking her eyes off the woman's face. Her lashes were like wings, her cheek bones perfectly sculpted high upon her face and her lips were full and shiny and pink. She was mid-thirties, with wisdom in her irises and faint smile lines at the corners of her eyes. Ebony expected to feel apprehensive at this point and instead felt emboldened. As if the woman's beauty made her own beauty grow. So absorbed by the woman and fantasies of feeling her soft lips graze across her own, Ebony did not hear the first two times the woman introduced herself. "Ebony? Ebony! Darling, are you okay?" The woman was touching her arm. She blinked and breathed deep, "sorry, sorry I was distracted." The woman smiled, a subtle smirk of amusement dashing across her parted lips. She glanced at the man behind the desk and Ebony glowered beneath his ridiculous grin. They both knew the cause of Ebony's distraction. "My name is Emelda. I am the Mistress. Come, come." Her voice was husky, like she had a cold; that kind of husky you'd pay to hear. She clutched Ebony's hand in her own and pulled as she walked her through the door to the left. It opened into a carpeted corridor, with pale grey walls. Every three steps was an ornate wall light with chunky crystals for globes. The corridor was heavy with decadent anticipation. "What are you wearing under that dress? Lingerie already?" Emelda asked matter-of-factly. "Um, yes, I'm wearing a corset, garter belt and g-string," Ebony was suddenly doubting her decision. "Fabulous," Ebony felt the pressure in her ribcage ease slightly at Emelda's response. "Colour?" "Red and black," Ebony answered. Did it matter? Ebony thought. Perhaps this was just polite conversation. "It doesn't really matter, but that combo's a favourite around here." Ebony felt she was on an emotional roller-coaster. She needed to calm down. How could the vodka already be wearing off? They had been walking down this corridor for a while now. How much longer? A few more steps and Emelda stopped at a closed wooden door. She dropped Ebony's hand to turn the golden handle. The door opened into a large room, master bedroom size for the upper class. Against the left wall was a huge, ornate dressing table. It was a renovated 1920's piece with the original stool. Beside it was a portable bar, a large steel ice-tub sat central, surrounded by liquor options. The second shelf was home to a range of crystal glasses suited to the type of drink selected. Straight ahead was a half-wall sized mirror, framed in gold. It went from ceiling to floor and doubled the sense of size in the room. And to the right was a king-sized bed. Laden with thick blankets and too many pillows, it was a sumptuous sight. Hung on the walls were generous and colourful canvases, paint splashed and flicked and spread into shapes resembling the female form. Ebony stood for a moment, transfixed by the opulence. "Ebony, this is you dressing room, so to speak." Emelda closed the door and led Ebony in. She walked straight to the bar and began pouring two vodkas. "It's where you prepare before the show and relax after the show. The bed is here in case you need sleep afterwards. Through that door is a bathroom." Ebony continued to nod even after she had a drink in her hand and Emelda had ceased talking. She was stunned by the room. It was much more than she had expected. Emelda broke her reverie. "Ebony, talk to me. Are you alright? Come, come..." Emelda took Ebony's hand and led her to the bed, where they both sat. Ebony felt the bed sink beneath her weight, a spongey, comfy give. "Yes, I'm fine. Just overwhelmed I think. This room is amazing." "It's okay to be nervous," Emelda said soothingly, placing a warm hand on Ebony's leg. Ebony took a swig of her drink. "Yeah, I'm pretty nervous." "Well, you're in good hands." Emelda gave Ebony's thigh a little squeeze. It sent a pleasant chill right through to her belly. "Do you have any questions? I got you here a little earlier than I usually would so we could have a good chat." Ebony looked into the woman's eyes. They comforted her. "I guess my biggest fear is if I freak out or something. Like, what if I use the safeword and no one listens?" The new glass revived the vodka that was already in her bloodstream. Emelda smiled her glowing smile. "That's an understandable concern. Look, you and I are in complete control of the situation. If you say the safeword, I stop everything. If I stop everything then our guests stop everything. And if they don't, we have security. A lot of security." "Okay, but, you're my master, right?" "Yes. But that's just for show. And our mutual enjoyment. And so that someone is running everything, otherwise it would just be a fighting fuckshow. It looks as though you have no control, because that's what we've all signed up for. But everybody knows the rules and they all sign a contract to say that. Anything else?" "What if I'm not wet enough?" Emelda laughed at this one. "Oh, sweetheart. You will be." She took a sip from her drink and smiled warmly. Ebony felt herself melt into comfort. She was her partner in this, not truly her master. Ebony felt the gaze of the woman boring into her. She looked up to meet it and found desire there. "You really are a pretty thing, aren't you? I think we should get familiar before we go out there, yeah?" Emelda smirked suggestively and Ebony's heart pounded at her insinuation. She simply nodded and sort of laughed. She stood. "Up you get," she commanded. Ebony complied quickly. Emelda took the drink from Ebony's hand and placed it with her own on the dressing table. She moved back to meet Ebony, standing much closer than a new acquaintance should. She stared into Ebony's eyes, letting the perspiration gather in her palms. Ten thumping heart beats and heavy breaths later, Emelda bent slightly at the knees to reach for the hem of Ebony's dress. She bunched the knit fabric in her hands and pulled up, the material peeling away from her body to reveal smooth, snowy skin adorned in scarlet and obsidian. The dress dropped to the floor at Emelda's feet. Emelda reached out and cupped her hand around the back of Ebony's head. As she stepped into Ebony's space she moved her face close to Ebony's, lingering a finger-width away. Ebony could feel her warm breath flowing over her cheeks, smelling the sweet scent of vodka and juice. Slowly, delicately Emelda dragged her supple lips over Ebony's. It was torturous, to feel her soft lips touch so gently when all she wanted to do was devour them. From Ebony's mouth, Emelda trailed across her cheek, in tiny kisses until she reached her neck. Chills of pleasure spiralled from her groin to her toes, snaking through her veins, awakening every nerve. She could feel her nipples harden, the flesh of her breasts aching to be held. Emelda nibbled at her skin, licked and sucked. Ebony moaned. She became aware of her own hands, limp at her sides and wondered if she could place them on Emelda. Before she could make that decision, Emelda stepped away. Ebony's neck, abandoned, felt cold. Emelda dragged her hands over her own collar bones and hooked her fingers under the neckline of her silver satin robe to slide it over her shoulders. It snaked seductively down her body, pooling at her feet. She took Ebony's hand and guided her onto to the bed, pushing her to lie flat. Emelda proceeded to straddle the panting woman. She stroked her hands firmly down her torso, pausing only slightly at her breasts, and back up again. The crystals on the bodice scraped her palms. She liked it. Her hands wandered all across her body and Ebony lay there, delirious, letting out the softest of moans. Emelda began to kiss her once more, this time allowing her lips to part and her tongue to tenderly explore the other. Ebony now had her own hands at Emelda's back, stroking down and around, creeping to the front daringly, not quite sure enough to delve into cleavage. Emelda let her hands travel gradually down again, this time passing Ebony's navel. A finger explored just inside the band of her panties before exiting to slide down her thighs. Down then up. Inner thigh this time. Her flesh was quivering. Goosebumps of pleasure bloomed across her skin. Anticipation pumped from her heart in bursts. Her mind filled with sparkling fuzz, pushing every thought that was not Emelda out of her head. She began to thrust her hips. Up. Gently. Drawing attention to what lay between her legs. Emelda ignored the attempt for what seemed like hours, forcing her hands instead to continue to explore Ebony's thighs and arse and tummy and breasts. She was supple. Soft. Smooth. Delicious. Finally, Emelda allowed a finger to slide into the crotch of Ebony's panties and caress her warm pussy. Her finger slipped between her lips and up toward her clit with ease. Her lips were slick with the wetness of her arousal. She trailed her finger around Ebony's pussy. Up and down. Side to side. Firm then gentle. Her play drew moan after moan from Ebony's mouth, some soft and high, others guttural and orgasmic. She got wetter and wetter and Emelda could feel her hand was slick and warm. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Ebony jumped reflexively and tried to close her legs. Emelda was unperturbed and continued her play as she invited the stranger in. Ebony was startled and tried again to pull away, but Emelda was persistent, whispering that it was okay. Peering around Emelda, Ebony could see a man standing in the doorway, looking directly at the situation before him without even a glimmer of surprise. Ebony surmised that this must be common practice and relaxed. "You're due out in ten minutes, Ma'am," he said with the direction of any back of house member before a stage show began. "What a shame," Emelda breathed with regret. She pulled her fingers from Ebony's open legs. "Thank you, Gerard," she said sweetly. She waved him from the room with her clean hand and licked the other, walking to the bathroom door. Ebony lay on the bed still, catching her breath, resisting the urge to finish the task Emelda had begun in her panties. As her breathing slowed to a normal pace, she sat up, sliding her heels back on. From the bed she could see her reflection in the mirror. She looked mildly dishevelled, her eyes sleepy from the pleasure. She stood and walked over, seeing herself clearer with every step. She would need a little touch up. Emelda emerged from the bathroom smiling. "Feeling better, sweetness?" Her honey voice was intoxicating. Ebony nodded dumbly. "Someone will come and collect you when we are ready for you to come out, okay?" Ebony nodded again. Emelda smiled and headed for the door, slapping Ebony on the arse as she passed. Ebony jumped. Emelda laughed. As the door closed, Ebony took a deep breath. Wow. She could still feel her blood pulsing between her legs. She cupped her own breasts and squeezed. Moaned. Smiled. Not long now before her first public disgrace. Public Ebony Ch. 02 Ebony was nursing her vodka, sipping at it genially. The ice cubes had melted away, dispersing the strength of the alcohol- dulling the bite but not the effect. She was pleasantly warmed by intoxication. Excitement pulsed with her blood, touching every nerve. Any minute now a knock at the door would deliver her into a long-held fantasy. She grinned. Watching women play the role on her computer screen brought her to solo orgasm most nights. Fear and embarrassment had always held her back from seriously considering participating in a real public humiliation. The idea of being at the mercy of a crowd of people overcome by desire for her body was immensely appealing to her, yet a sense of shame had always kept Ebony to her bedroom. Eventually she had mustered the courage to search for service availability in her city. When she found it and contacted Mistress Emelda, she knew she had to do it. And so she sat, in her waiting room, the minutes ticking by like honey drips from the pot- thick and slow. Emelda had put her at ease and warmed her libido. She was pre-heated, waiting to be scorched under the fire of a hundred strangers' hands. She pictured scenes she had viewed while wrapped in her blankets, scenes that had added intensity to the vibrator pressed against her clit. She wondered how similar her experience would be. Would she be attractive? Would she orgasm easily, or struggle beneath nervousness? She slid her fingers into the band of the crotch of her panties and smiled when they slid easily over her warm, wet labia. She dipped into her entrance and coated her clit with wetness then circled the firm nub beneath her middle finger. A small moan escaped her open mouth and she clutched at her glass with her other hand for fear of dropping it. She increased the pace of her fingering, moving to the flicking motion she knew would call forth her orgasm. Faster and faster she slid her middle finger up and down her clit. A faint plipping sound matched the rhythm of her fingers- she was very wet. She set her drink to the floor and leaned back onto the bed. Her now free hand explored her cleavage, sneaking beneath the satin to pinch at her hardening nipples. Her heart pumped faster, adrenaline and oxytocin unfurling into her blood stream like dye into water. The walls of her vagina pulsed, hungry to be stretched by the penetration of a cock, or a dildo, or anything. A tightness grew in her belly as her moans grew more guttural. Her orgasm was moments away. A knock at the door broke her concentration. The sound was an interruption to mind and body, and the slowly rising wave of her orgasm suddenly crashed just short of her body and spread its rolling pleasure out of reach, the small laps of froth a hint at what could have been. Breathless and almost frustrated she sat up. Drawing in a breath she snapped, louder than necessary "Come in!" The door swung open and a woman of about her own age stood in the entrance. "They're ready for you now," she said softly. "Thank you." Ebony's response was sweet, remorseful of her harsh tone. She stood, giddy with euphoria and trepidation. "Are you ready?" The woman remained in the doorway. Ebony wondered. Was she ready? She glanced into the mirror. This is what she wanted. She was ready. Nodding at the woman, Ebony started toward the door. "Your heels?" The woman pointed at the floor in front of the bed. Ebony felt her face smoulder with embarrassment. She hurried over and slid her feet snuggly within the patent leather, then rushed back to the door to follow the other woman out. She was tall and incredibly thin, a praying mantis in lingerie. Hanging from her bony shoulders was a blue mesh shift, a translucent covering that shielded naught of her night sky bra and panties. Ebony wondered what her role was. The trip down the hall was fast, the woman in front had the longest legs Ebony had ever seen. They came to a set of doors, tall mahogany wood with large brass handles. They looked heavy. Even through their dense structure, the murmur of chatter and laughter could be heard. The room was undoubtedly full of people waiting for her arrival. Ebony took a deep breath; her hands were trembling, the skin of her chest quivered beneath her pounding heart. The leading woman opened the door on the left and ushered Ebony in. They were concealed by a floor to ceiling curtain of heavy, blood-red velvet. The narrow opening where the two curtains met billowed gently, allowing tiny peeks into the space beyond. Fifty or so people, men and women, milled about, drinking, laughing and talking. Ebony's eyes bulged at the sight. This was suddenly very real. Behind the curtain, they were not alone. The woman led her over to two men who leaned against a leather chase set upon a massive, round cut of shagpile carpet. "Guys, this is Ebony." The men looked at her with obvious attraction. A nauseating coldness welled in her diaphragm as the woman winked at her and said "Have fun." "Hey Ebony, how you doing?" Ebony turned to the voice, the man to which it belonged was beautiful with short blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes and a cheeky pink smile. Ebony smiled meekly and found she could not speak. The other man gestured for her to approach the chase. It was wide and long and about hip height. Two people could comfortably lounge here. She mentally berated herself for being so fearful. This is what you asked for, Ebony. You've seen it a hundred times. You know the process. You know the rules. This is it. She smiled and consciously tried to calm the rapid pulsing of her heart. She climbed onto the chase, her stocking clad knees slid her body easily into the leather embrace. She manoeuvred her frame supine and felt the flesh of her arse grip the material. As she tried to force herself further back a fart-like sound erupted. Oh god! "That was the couch!" She quickly explained. The men laughed, she blushed heavily but laughed along with them. "Okay, Ebony we're going to tie you to the couch, can you go over your safe words please?" The blonde man spoke soothingly, his rehearsed composure the result of many of these nights, for sure. "Red means stop completely, mercy means ease up and if I can't speak, three head shakes means stop." Her voice manifested bare of the nervousness she felt. The blonde man nodded as he took her left wrist and strapped a leather band to it. Attached to the band was a long chain, he latched the chain to a hook that protruded from the arm of the chase. She looked at her wrists, experimenting with the strength of her restraints. The loss of power sent a flutter into her heart, a burst resonated inside her vagina. "You excited?" The blonde man asked as he worked on her right wrist. She nodded. "Yes. A bit nervous, but mostly excited." He finished with her wrists and moved to her feet, strapping on the same sort of bands. The sound of the crowd beyond the curtain quietened suddenly and Ebony's pulse quickened. She recognised Emelda's voice through a PA system addressing the crowd. "Welcome, one and all! Please, feel free to touch and fuck our sweet toy. But if she says red you must stop. If she says mercy, back off a bit. If she shakes her head three times, you must stop. Failure to comply with these rules will see you on the street. There is to be no internal exchange of body fluids. Have fun!" The crowd clapped and cheered eagerly. Ebony grinned. The two men, having finished tying her down bid her farewell and exited through a door to the left. Music started to play but Ebony couldn't concentrate enough to decipher the tune. In front of her the curtains began to part, inching open to reveal the group in front of her. Emelda faced the crowd, her back to Ebony. She was still wearing her lingerie, cloaked in a long black satin robe, the sleeves hanging past her hands were trimmed with dangling lace. She was glorious. Ebony watched as Emelda turned to face her. She strutted toward her and a handful of people from the crowd followed. Ebony became very aware of her incapacitation as she tried to move a hand to brush a loose curl from her cheek. Emelda stood in front of her and smiled a private smile of warmth. She then swung her torso back to crowd and spoke theatrically. "Shall we tease our little slut-toy?" The small group standing directly in front of her exclaimed in excited agreement. Ebony's breath quickened once more, a surge of guilty pleasure made her lift her backside ever so slightly at the degrading word. Emelda paced a full circle of the chase, letting her fingertips drag along Ebony's exposed skin, before perching herself on the edge. The small group surrounded her, five men and two women. Ebony peered up at them and licked her lips out of necessity. She heard a man whisper "ooh, she wants it". Seeing the people gather around her, waiting to touch and grope and fuck her dissipated her anxiety. She was suddenly concupiscent. Ebony watched as Emelda drew a face mask from the pocket of her robe. It was satin, much like those one would wear to sleep. She closed her eyes as the mask was place onto her face. The elastic snapped at the back of her head, a slight pain that aroused her more. With sight forgone, all other senses intensified. Her ears received every minute sound, from the men whispering to the women giggling, to Emelda's directive voice urging the group to begin their fondling. The anticipation of touch set goose bumps erupting across her skin. The smell of Emelda's heady vanilla mingled pleasantly with the subtle scent of perspiration from her audience. Ebony felt her hips raised by a pair of masculine hands and a firm wedge pushed under her backside. Her legs fell open. She was on show. The first touch she felt was a fumbling grope of her breasts, one hand then two. The second massaged through the satin eagerly, while the first pulled the covering down to allow access to her flesh. Evidently frustrated, the second hand followed suit and pulled at the corset to reveal her chest entirely. Her nipples hardened at the sensation. Almost immediately after the first caress of her breast, she felt hands at her thighs and waist. One massaged the succulent flesh while the other tore her g-string from her hips. She gasped as the material that had nestled between her arse cheeks was suddenly yanked out and her pussy contracted at the sudden exposure to the cool air. The experience was intense, her body was enveloped with too many sensations to be aware of at once. At one moment she was moaning at the pleasure of having her tits mauled, then she found her focus drawn to the hand firmly sweeping down her torso, then to the fingers tracing the shape of the mound between her legs. Nonsense words came from the mouths of all participants, Ebony was too overwhelmed to pay attention. Some spoke loudly about the things they wanted to do to her, other whispered neighbourly about her sexiness. Emelda directed traffic. It took a few seconds to realise that the powerful, sultry voice was directed at her. "Are you enjoying this, my little play thing? Do you want more?" Ebony nodded enthusiastically. A hand came to her pussy gently. "Ooh, yes, you are already so wet." It was Emelda. Ebony thrust up violently, hoping to coerce a finger inside her, but Emelda was aware of her attempt and berated her with a spank on the thigh. "The toy does not decide when she is pleasured!" Emelda rebuked her loudly. Ebony flinched at the slap of pain but revelled in the sweet contrast it provided to the warm pleasure that flowed through her. She simpered. The hands at her thighs crept back to her pussy, fingers slipping through the folds of her vulva, pressing upon her hardened clitoris. She moaned and sighed, groaned and cried; each sensation drawing a different vocal response, completely out of her control. She gasped as Emelda rolled her onto her side and started unfastening her corset. "Let's set these beauties free." The satin peeled away from her torso and her breasts bounced into the open. As they were groped and squeezed and pinched and sucked, she felt the phallic shape of firm flesh upon her face. She became aware of a man standing beside her. The man pressed his thumb against her bottom lip and dug into her mouth, using his thumb to leverage it open. He murmured "good girl, keep that mouth open," and used his hand to pull her head closer to his body. She could feel the horny heat emanating from his groin, warming her face and her libido. Her body at this point was contorted, her face pulled to the left, her torso rolled to the right and her buttocks still in the supine position, legs strapped down. It was a small discomfort. She felt her face lurch forward just a little more and then the smooth hardness of a cock start to force its way into her mouth. She widened her lips and swallowed, relaxing the back of her throat. He pushed further in and then slipped out. She pulled her lips taught over her teeth to create a safe warm cavity for him to fuck. His cock slipped in and out of her mouth, saliva bubbling from her lips, a guttural moan from his. She suddenly became aware of fingers at her pussy again, softly swirling in her sticky sap, gently dipping into the shallows of her entrance. She thrust up in desire, urging the fingers deeper. To her delectation the digits delved further inside, stretching the sensitive and tingling flesh of her vagina, pulling at the elastic nerve endings. Waves of pleasure surmounted her every thought as the owner of those fingers began to slide them in and out. Her orgasm rose quickly, for she had left her suite on the precipice of one only a short time ago. The tightness in her belly drew in every nerve she had, like the ocean sucks in its shore before a tsunami. The pace of the fingering increased and her breathing followed suit. Her moans were muffled by the dick in her mouth, but that did not stop her tormentor from realising her mounting pleasure. Someone pinched at her nipples, a sharp pain bolting across her breasts, feeding her orgasm. The fingers within her became three and deliberately stroked her g-spot. Another hand massaged her clit. The man at her head thrust deeper. Her hips bucked violently as the first wave of her orgasm rose and crashed over her. The wave rolled into her blood stream sending every nerve back to its origin in a hot spray of pleasure. Only seconds after her orgasm subsided, the man at her mouth started groaning, he thrust into her tongue with vigour before withdrawing and spurting his hot semen across her décolletage. It was the icing on the cake of her own orgasm. Her face felt cold in the absence of his body heat. A few moments of reprieve allowed Ebony to reposition her body more comfortably, before another man was at her face. He stroked is hardening cock against her cheek, his foreskin moist with precum. She shivered at the wet sensation. The lewd nature of the act stirred her lust exquisitely. Her desire to be fucked was boiling into some sort of sexual mania and as the curling hairs around his pubic area tickled her face she found she had to supress a giggle. How she loved a cock in her mouth! Hands were at her pussy again, two, maybe three. The fingers slipping and dipping, swirling through her wetness. She could smell the musk of herself steaming into the air around them. Her labia was throbbing with desire, the succulent flesh quivering with the beginnings of an orgasm. Mistress Emelda's booming voice flooded the room once more, "Who thinks it's time to fuck this sweet toy?" The group answered in cheers and Ebony's diaphragm leapt with excitement. Her legs were spread, open and ready to allow the hips of a man to ease into the space and settle his cock at the entrance of her pussy. Her vagina pulsed with hunger, desperate to be filled and stretched by this strange penis. A desperate moan escaped her mouth, a sound that begged for entrance. Heedless, the man slid his tip through her moist folds, firmly pressing his hardness against her but not inside her. She thrust up and Emelda spanks her thigh. She knew that was coming, but couldn't resist the chance of rushing the penetration. "Naughty girl," Emelda purrs, "Now you'll be teased even more." A pair of hands hook under her knees and force them to bend into her chest. She is so exposed now. The man at her face is overcome by his own pleasure and after several enthusiastic thrusts he comes, letting his thick liquid pour onto her chest. Ebony quivers, it's so filthy and degrading and she loves it. Something begins slapping her buttocks, it is flat and cool; it is not a hand. At first it is gentle, but the force begins to increase. It's a paddle, and Emelda is wielding it. The man continues to tease Ebony's pussy with his cock as the paddle draws sharp bursts of pain from her arse. It is delicious and between her legs is a flood, spilling onto the man's shaft. Her body is in a constant state of simmering pleasure, like static on the TV screen. The man starts to groan and Ebony is delighted that his desire will soon overcome his taunting. Her breasts are groped and slapped and licked, her nipples are pinched and rolled between finger tips before being sucked into warm wet mouths. The paddle keeps slapping her arse, loudly now. Her body-static gets noisier. Someone puts their mouth on hers and she meets their tongue with hunger. She devours them, breathless. Then, finally the man between her legs thrusts forward, plunging his cock into her. She cries out, the glorious expansion of her vagina sending explosive pulsing through her pussy, an earthquake of pleasure. It simmers and spreads, extending down her thighs and legs, up her belly and abdomen, the fuzzy pleasure almost blinding her. He fucks her hard and she comes hard. He continues fucking her for a few minutes before withdrawing his cock and splashing his semen onto her stomach. He reaches down and spreads it over her skin like butter, and the air makes those places cool. She trembles. He has only just stepped away before Ebony is filled again with a different cock. This one is bigger and stretches her even more. A clankering sound tells Ebony that Emelda has dropped the paddle, a dip in the cushion beneath her means she has sat beside her. Ebony feels her hands begin to rub her neck, alternating between light tickles and forced pressure. She pants with excitement. The man is pounding her with abandon and her pussy is squelching with wetness, tiny air pockets forming inside her, popping deliciously with each withdrawal of his cock. Another orgasm starts to build in her belly, the sizzling of a firework before it erupts into beautiful, sparkling colour. She comes with the man on top of her, who quickly pulls out to add his spouting liquid to her belly. She laughs at the obscenity of it all. Suddenly, Emelda demands that "everybody get off". For few empty moments, Ebony lay alone. Devoid of sensation, she wriggles in her confines, desperate to see what is happening. Her hearing becomes super-sonic, and the whispers of her audience are like shouts in an empty room. "I want to fuck her next," "Her tits are so pretty," "She's practically dripping," "Let's flip her around", the last voice from Emelda. Ebony feels hands at her wrists and feet and her heart leaps once more- they are freeing her! She feels a mixture of disappointment and excitement as the cuffs are removed and she allows her arms to stretch wide. No sooner has she enjoyed the movement when strong arms are pulling her by the ankles to the edge of the settee. The exposed flesh of her arse grips the leather, but he just pulls harder, until she is perched on the edge. He slides two fingers inside her, exploring for a few seconds before moving away. Then someone is at her again, a woman this time, the hair of her new explorer dancing over her thighs, tickling her through the sheer material of her stockings. Ebony moans loudly as the woman lowers her mouth to her pussy and takes a long lick from anus to clitoris. The sensation is divine, the woman's tongue flat and thick and wet. The woman continues to please Ebony with her tongue as the group surrounds her. Public Ebony Ch. 02 A man at either side dangle their cocks invitingly, brushing the head against her shoulder until she takes both of them in a hand, fondling and stroking the hard members. Hands play with her breasts and the woman keeps licking. The sound of sucking and slapping and the moans of men fill her ears. The sweet smell of cum swirls in the scent of her musky wetness. She can taste the sex in the air. The woman is devouring her pussy like a mango, slurping and sucking, dipping her tongue into the entrance of her vagina. She starts to flick her clit with her tongue as her hand creeps into the mix. A finger or two in and out of her pussy and Ebony is there- coming. Her clit tingles as though filled with fireflies ready to burst out. Then her vagina spasms and she screams with the pleasure of it, gripping the cocks in her hands a little too hard and bucking her hips violently. She takes great gasps of air, trying to slow her momentous heart rate. This is everything she had hoped and more. Just as she is beginning to catch her breath, Emelda gives her instruction to get on her knees. She obeys and rests on her forearms, allowing her arse to be completely exposed. "Ooh, the paddle!" Emelda exclaims excitedly as if she has forgotten she dropped it earlier. Anticipation causes Ebony to tense, then she cries out as Emelda begins spanking her again with the flat, cool paddle. She dishes out a few more blows before stroking the butt of it against Ebony's pussy. "Ah, sweet play thing, you sure are a nasty little girl, aren't you?" Emelda coos. Ebony moans. Not the correct response. Wack! Emelda smacks her arse. "That's not how we respond to Mistress, is it now? Use you manners!" Twisted delight wells in Ebony and she suppresses a grin. "Sorry Mistress Emelda." "Good girl." Emelda goes back to stroking Ebony's pussy. "You are a nasty girl, aren't you?" "Yes, Mistress, I am a nasty girl." "You like being fucked by strangers, don't you?" "Yes, Mistress, I love it!" Ebony responds with truthful enthusiasm, joyful at the continued pleasure she is receiving. "How badly do you want to be fucked right now?" Ebony feels Emelda's hot breath at her neck, her lips mere millimetres away from her tingling skin. "Very much, Mistress. Please, let someone fuck me, Mistress." Ebony moans in true desperation, swaying her hips slightly- an inviting scene. Then Emelda's lips are on Ebony's neck. She sighs at the sensation, little wet kisses and then a gentle, playful bite. Then her warmth disappears and a set of hands are at her hips. "Say it again, you dirty girl," Emelda demands. "Please let me be fucked, Mistress. Please, anyone." Her pleas are served as a cock works its way into the warm valley of her spread legs. She moans with expectation, the tip of the dick drops into her warm wetness and she groans with longing, lifting her hips. The man obliges quickly, pushing his cock deep inside her. He fucks her steadily, making deep grunts as his balls slap her arse. She is already close when he brings a finger to her anus. As he wriggles his finger inside the forbidden hole, her orgasm hits her like a crack of thunder- an explosion of pleasure that bursts from within her and spreads under her skin. It is like soda has been poured into her blood stream, effervescent bubbles spreading and popping bliss through her entire body. Bucking into the man, she causes him to orgasm with her. He grips her hips hard then pulls himself out to let his orgasm spill onto her buttocks deliciously. She collapses into the leather, revelling in its cool texture. She is breathless with pleasure, small moans escaping her mouth. Her body feels transcended into a heavenly realm where the oxygen is gratification. She lay there for a moment before Emelda began to clap. The group joined in and Ebony laughed with joy. Her chest was heaving with the effort of her lungs when they finally removed her blindfold and cuffs. Every muscle in her body quivered with fatigue and warm satiation. She allowed her eyes to remain closed for a few moments after the blindfold was peeled away from her face, caked on with perspiration and eyeshadow. She sighed long and low and stretched like a lazy cat in the sun. She knew she did not have the strength to stand so merely lifted her torso from the chair and leaned forward on her legs, fluttering her eyes open as she did so. She smiled up at the crowd with gratitude and a profound sense of connection. She coyly made eye contact with a select few and wondered what part they had played in her pleasure this night. A few people came to her and shared their own gratitude, thanking her for the evening and complimenting her performance. She smiled and laughed and conversed through a tired haze. She looked out into the crowd again as the eighth man crouched beside her to snatch some interaction. The man touched her thigh and her blood ran cold, but it was not caused by the man beside her. Staring at her from across the room with a narrowed gaze and an evil smirk was Chester. A sickening chill rippled through the muscle of the underside of her diaphragm. A sharp but fleeting fear flashed in her blood, momentarily seizing her with ice. Her breath choked in her lungs and her heart compressed into paralysis. She hoped she would die from a heart attack right there. But the man beside her kept chatting and the woman across the room kept laughing and the music kept playing; and Chester kept standing there, across the room, looking at her naked, used body, an expression of epicaricacy darkening his smile.