9 comments/ 66574 views/ 12 favorites The Opening of Sara By: ltmepoz4u "What do you think they're going to do?" I said. "You sound a bit nervous." I looked at my husband, driving us toward a northern suburb of the city. "I am," I said. "Do you want to back out of this?" "No," I said. "But I'm starting to think that I'm going to be very embarrassed." "Well, isn't that part of the game? Isn't that part of the fantasy we've talked about?" "I know," I said, "but talking and role playing in our bedroom isn't what we're doing tonight." My mind kept flashing to the images I've had for a long time; twenty years at least. "Are you sure you're okay with this? I mean, we can turn around right now and I won't be disappointed." "I would be and I think that deep down you would be too. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but you'd come to regret that you didn't force yourself to do this." He was right. In spite of my growing apprehension of not knowing what they were going to do, and my fear that I would make an embarrassing fool of myself, I was tingling at the thought that my fantasy would soon become my reality. And I loved my husband for setting it all up. We pulled up to a house in an older neighborhood where there were lots of trees that hid most of the houses from each other. Dusk had almost become night. I counted nine vehicles in the car court besides ours. There was going to be a crowd. "Last chance, my love," my husband said, his hand on the ignition key. He seemed playful and confident but not a bit coercive. "I love you, Alan," I said, reaching for his cheek. "If we don't do this now, we never will. I'm nervous as hell. My heart's pounding but I'm ready for anything. I think." We giggled at my words and kissed each other tenderly. He turned the motor off. We walked up a path to the front door of a rambling brick house. Alan rang the doorbell. I squeezed his hand. In a few seconds, someone opened the light oak door. "Ah, our guest of honor. Welcome and please come in." He was at least 50 years old with dark black skin, piercing brown eyes, and a radiant smile. He shook hands with Alan and then embraced me gently. I could feel the power in his arms. "I'm sure Alan told you, Sara, that we'll only use our first names." "He did," I said, trying to keep my voice from revealing my anxiety. "Good," he said, still smiling. "I'm Robert and this is my modest abode. Everyone else is in the back living room. Follow me." He took my hand as we walked down a long, curved hallway. The silence of the foyer gave way to a growing clamor of voices. As we reached the living room, the people closest to us turned in our direction. That caused a ripple effect to roll through the room as the others turned and stopped their conversations. "Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to present our guests, Sara and her husband, Alan." A chorus of friendly hellos greeted us and we both smiled back at what looked like a group of about 25 people. Most were men; I counted 6 women in the room. Robert proceeded to walk us around and introduce us individually to each person. Others resumed their chattering. A small woman about 40 years old appeared and asked us what we'd like to drink. She returned with two glasses of pinot noir. Alan and I mingled separately, talking with various people. At one point, I saw him across the room engaged in an animate conversation with two men and a woman. A few minutes later, Robert asked the crowd to quiet down and then turned toward me. "Sara, as your host, I have the pleasure of directing the first activity." He reached for my hand and led me to the center of the room as the others backed away in a semi-circle in front of me. It was beginning. "Sara, I want Jimmy to come stand behind you and unzip your dress." Oh, god! My heart was racing as I looked at all of the eager eyes. I didn't expect this to be happening so soon. I'm not ready, I thought. But, I was no longer in control. A younger man, maybe 25, was suddenly at my back. He rubbed his hand lightly across my neck before grasping my zipper. He teased the crowd by slowly drawing it down. They encouraged him with catcalls and whistles. They were all really into it. Finally, he could lower it no further. He slid his warm hand up and down my back. "Thank you, Jimmy," Robert said. "That will be all for now." The young man melted into the group to my left. Robert called on a man who looked like my father. "Please remove her dress, Bill," he said. Facing me, Bill pulled my dress off my shoulders, paused when he had it below my breasts, and then quickly pushed it down to the floor. He raised my left foot so that I could step out of the dress and then did the same with my right foot. He gathered the dress and stepped back into the semi-circle of spectators who were staring at me standing in my grey heels, wearing only a light blue bra and panties. "Okay, friends," Robert said. "We'll continue a little bit later." The semi-circle dissolved and a few people came up and began talking with me. "Your face is turning red," a woman said. "I bet you've never done this before." "Only in my fantasies," I said rather weakly, embarrassed as hell. Suddenly, she put her hand on my crotch and slowly rubbed my pussy. I didn't stop her. I didn't pull away. You see, that's why I was at that house with those people. I was there to do what they wanted; I was there to be controlled. That was my fantasy. I don't know how Alan found the group but I was all theirs; I was at their command and, as she fondled me, I could feel myself surrendering in spite of my embarrassment. I could feel my pussy tingle. "My name is Susan," she reminded me, as she slid her hand up toward my breasts. "Do you like what I'm doing to you?" "Yes," I said, lowering my eyes. Just then, Robert reappeared beside us. "Okay, friends, we have more to attend to this evening," he said and everyone quieted down. "Susan, you're in a good position to remove Sara's bra." She needed no further instructions. "Turn around, Sara," she said with some authority. Quickly, my bra was unhooked. "Take it off and give it to me." I did as I was told. My nipples were hard and crinkly. She put my bra in her pocket and smiled as she stared at my breasts. "Aren't they pretty," Robert said. Heads nodded all around. He leaned down and started sucking on my tit, lapping my nipple with his tongue. Susan took the other one in her mouth. Instinctively, I put my hands behind their heads and gently held them to me. It felt so good. In unison, they pulled away. Robert looked annoyed. "Sara, there are rules here that must be obeyed and the first one is that you don't guide us in what we do to you. Do you understand?" "Yes," I said in a whisper. "We can't hear her, Robert," someone said from the back of the room. "Speak up, Sara," Robert scolded. "Yes," I said, loudly. "That's better." "What's the punishment, Robert?" a woman nearby asked. "Ah, yes, the punishment. You see, Sara, when a rule is broken there are consequences. But, since you didn't know that, we'll go easy on you this time." I felt a bit anxious and uncertain, but this was indeed part of my fantasy. It turned me on, knowing I was under their control. "Everyone, move back," Robert said. "Sara, walk over there and stand in front of them. Let them feast on your body." I did as I was told. "Now, Alan, stand in back of your wife and slowly remove her panties." I felt Alan's thumbs on my hips as he hooked onto my bikini briefs. He inched them down, pausing just above my mound. Someone shouted 'Yes!' as my pubic hair came into view. I could feel I was damp down there. Alan kissed my ass as he finished removing the last of my clothing. Then he stepped away, leaving me standing naked in front of all those strangers. "I've always liked natural redheads," Robert said. "But I do prefer a trimmed bush or no bush at all, for that matter. We'll consider a change later on. Meanwhile, let's have Sara mingle around some more and get to know you all better." Quickly, the quiet guests became a jangle of voices. I moved from small group to small group, well aware of the eyes taking in my total nakedness save for a pair of black heels. No one was reticent about feeling me up. I was theirs and they acted like it. As I was speaking with two men and a woman, one of them, Brian, moved behind me, encircled me with his arms, and began tweaking my nipples. I could feel his growing bulge against my ass. "Good job, Brian," the woman said. Then she dropped down and started tonguing my slit. The other man, David, smiled as he watched his friends enjoying me. Tanya, the woman, pushed her tongue into my widening hole and then fingered me even deeper. It felt so good. "Let go, Sara," David said. "Surrender to them." I closed my eyes. I'm a lucky woman. I cum quickly, I cum hard, and I cum often. It doesn't take long for me to go over the edge. When Tanya found my clit, I exploded, moaning in ecstasy. She didn't let up and soon I was cumming again, leaning into Brian's body. As I breathed hard in the aftermath, the other guests applauded. "Splendid!" Robert exclaimed. I felt so self-conscious. Two dozen people had just watched Tanya suck me off. Shy Sara was acting like a slut. I had nowhere to hide. But, I needed to pee and asked Robert for directions to the bathroom. He smiled and appointed three middle-aged men to escort me. When we reached the bathroom, I stepped in and started to close the door. One of the men stopped me and followed me inside, as did the other two. Larry, the third man, closed and locked the door. I realized I had an audience that wouldn't turn its back. I started to sit down on the toilet. "Wait, Sara!" said the shortest of the three, a man named Paul. He quickly stripped his clothes off, jumped into the over-sized bathtub and lay back against one end. "Step into the tub," he commanded. "What?" "Step into the tub and straddle me," he said. "Why?" "Don't ask questions, that's a rule. Just get in." Oh no. Did I just break another rule? I looked at the other two. "You heard him, Sara. Get in!" Larry said. I didn't hesitate any longer. The large tub made it easy to straddle Paul whose cock was growing bigger. "Now, piss on me," Paul said, looking up into my eyes. I couldn't believe it! "Come on, let it flow, Sara." I had to go so bad that I couldn't wait. One spurt and then a steady stream of warm pee splashed on Paul's chest and my feet. "Oh, yeah, that's it, Sara!" he said, pulling on his cock. He slid down and took a direct hit on his face. My stream weakened and trickled to a stop. "Thank you, Sara," he said. "You're welcome," I said. "Now, sit down facing me," he said, motioning with his hand. I sat in a puddle of my own pee. Then, Paul stood up, his withering cock just above my head. Larry and the man whose name was Thomas walked to the edge of the tub. Suddenly, they unzipped their pants and pulled out their cocks. Almost at once, they started peeing on me. The warm liquid hit me front, back, and side. It was unbelievable! "Open your mouth!" Paul said. I followed his command. His salty piss arced past my lips. In 20 seconds, I was covered in their pee. Then Paul helped me stand up. He turned on the shower, grabbed some soap and a wash cloth and proceeded to clean me up from head to toe. "Now, you do me," he said, handing me the soap and wash cloth and turning his back. I quickly washed him down and then he moved to face me. Since I married Alan 15 years ago, I had not seen any other man's penis in the flesh. Now, I'd just seen three strangers' cocks up close and Paul was waiting for me to wash his. I scrubbed his head and chest and then reached for his penis with my left hand. It was soft and rather small. I gently used the soapy cloth to clean his shaft and balls. His cock started to stiffen but I didn't let go. I stroked it slowly. He grabbed my tits and pulled on my nipples. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the reality that I was their plaything, willing to do anything they asked. "We'd better get back," Larry said, drawing me out of my reverie. Paul turned off the shower and grabbed two large towels. We dried ourselves off and got out of the tub. Paul put his clothes on; I, of course, didn't have any. Thomas opened the door and we walked back to the living room. Things had changed. Most of the floor was covered in a clear plastic cloth. In the center of the room was a very modern looking elevated leather chair. All of the guests were now seated in a semi-circle about five feet away. "Sara, you've been gone a long time," Robert said. "Tell us what happened in the bathroom." I could feel myself blushing as I told them about peeing on Paul and being pissed on by the three men. Heads nodded in approval. Some of the guests seemed to be leering at me wantonly. Again, I felt self-conscious, exposed, even though I had accepted my role for this evening of fantasies fulfilled. "Well, ladies and gentlemen, I believe that Sara is ready for our pleasure—and hers," Robert said. They applauded loudly. Reflexively, I covered my breasts and my cunt with my hands and arms. "Now is not the time to be shy, Sara," Robert said. "That's a violation of the rules, requiring an appropriate punishment." "Yes!" someone said. "Give her the gloves!" "Good idea," Robert said, as he walked to a cabinet and opened a door. He pulled out a box of non-latex examination gloves, walked back and handed them to me. He had a wicked smile on his face. "Sara, I want you to stand in front of each of our guests, one at a time, and offer them a glove. Then, hand them this." He pulled out a tube of KY jelly from his pocket and placed it in my palm. "One by one, our guests will have the pleasure of finger-fucking you. You will take their fingers for as long as they wish. If you cum, so much the better. Do you understand?" "Yes." "Well, then, you may proceed." I walked over to a young Asian woman and gave her a glove and the tube. She smiled as she told me to spread my legs a little and then she put the glove on and applied the jelly. Spreading my lips with her left fingers, she found my hole and slowly pushed her right middle finger in as deep as she could. Then, she drew it out and pushed it back in again and again. Her eyes locked onto mine and I could sense a connection between us. She knew what I was feeling; she knew what I wanted and she gave it to me. She saw me tense up and kept going as I started to cum. I had to hold onto her shoulders to keep from falling. Finally, she withdrew. I caught my breath; and then I moved over to the next guest. And so it went. I came multiple times before reaching the last two guests, Sheila and Michael. I guessed that they were married. "Bend over," Michael said, after putting his long middle finger into my cunt. He held it there motionless as Sheila got up and stood behind me. I felt her gloved finger touch Michael's. But, then, she slid it against my asshole. Oh, God! I had never done anal anything; the thought of it creeped me out. "Easy," Sheila said, as she applied more jelly to my rear end. Her finger just rested on my hole, not moving at all. And then, I felt a little pressure. A few seconds later, she let up, but not for long. She pushed a little more and I could feel my asshole giving in to her finger. Slowly, very slowly, she worked it in further and further until I felt the knuckles of her other fingers against my ass. Then she began moving it in and out as my ass embraced it. Michael began fucking me slowly with his finger. I could feel the orgasm coming. They could too and stopped moving until I had settled down a bit. Then they resumed their assault on my holes. The room was quiet, except for us. "Beg me to fuck you," Michael urged. "Fuck me, Michael. Please fuck me," I said. "What about me?" Sheila asked. "Please, Sheila, fuck my ass. Fuck it!" And she did, plunging her finger rhythmically into my tight hole. They didn't stop as I begged them for more, as I begged them to make me cum. Then, it hit me, harder than ever before. I screamed with each wave of release, clutching Michael's shoulders as they impaled me. I thought I was going to faint. I gasped for breath. I shuddered and shook. At last, I began to recover. When Sheila and Michael pulled their fingers out of me, I felt so empty. But, with the whoops and hollers from the audience, I knew I wasn't alone. Suddenly, two men grabbed my arms. Another put a hood over my head. He instructed me to follow their lead as we turned and began walking. Some steps later, we stopped. They turned me around again and gently guided me into a soft chair that smelled of leather. It was the chair in the center of the room that I had seen earlier. I felt buoyant in its thick padding. Robert began speaking. "Sara, we'd like you to rest for awhile after that magnificent performance. The hood and these headphones will make it more pleasant for you." Someone put a pair of over-sized headphones over the hood and against my ears. Lovely new age music replaced all other sound. Slowly, the chair tilted back until my upper body was at a 45 degree angle. I was ready to doze off. But, without warning, strong hands grabbed my arms and legs. Soft restraints bound my arms to the chair. The same happened to my legs. I hadn't noticed that the leg rest was divided in two. Suddenly, it began moving apart, one leg on each half. In ten seconds, I was wide open, my cunt on display to anyone who looked. Soon, someone began rubbing a foamy cream on my pussy. They were going to shave me! "No!" I shouted, to no avail. I felt a soft, slender hand land just above my pubic hair. Immediately, a blade began to gently plow through my bush. My "barber" must have done this before. There was no pain, just a slight pull now and then. A few minutes later, the shaving ended and I felt a warm compress on my bald skin. Then someone began massaging lotion on my smooth pussy. I must admit that it felt wonderful, especially when a finger slipped easily into my cunt. All too soon, the ministrations stopped. Whatever was next was about to happen. The headphones came off, followed by the hood. Subdued light filled the room and soft jazz played in the background. I could see no one except my husband, my love. "Is it still good for you?" he asked, stroking my left arm. "I can't believe this is happening," I said. "It's so much more than I had ever fantasized. I mean, look at me. I'm naked and bound in this chair. My legs are wide open. My pussy is as bald as a little girl's. I'm overwhelmed." "So, do you want to continue?" "Well, are you sure you're okay with this?" "I didn't know it would be such a turn-on for me," he said. "Yeah, you bet, I'm fine with this." "Well, I'm game for more," I said. "I want to be used." "Then, let's use you," he said, as he leaned in and kissed me passionately. "I'll be back in a little while, love. Enjoy!" A gong sounded. A droning chant replaced the new age music and a musky scent laced the room. "Hello, Sara," a woman behind me whispered in my ear. She reached over my shoulders and cupped her hands on my tits, squeezing them gently. Suddenly, Robert appeared and stood between my legs. He was naked, stroking his hard-on that was sheathed in a lubricated rubber. He smiled but didn't speak as he moved closer to my cunt. Was he going to fuck me? Alan and I had agreed that anything goes tonight, as long as I wanted it. I couldn't stop Robert, bound as I was, and I didn't want to. I wanted his cock; the first cock other than Alan's in more than 15 years. "Fuck me," I said, looking into his eyes. "Fill me up." He ran the tip of his prick up and down my slit. He stopped, and then rammed me to the hilt in one push. I gasped. He kept smiling as he glided in and out. He knew how to use his cock but after a couple of minutes he pulled out. The Opening of Sara "I'll see you later, Sara," he said and then disappeared behind me. "He's good, isn't he?" the woman working my tits said. "He's great!" I said, still contemplating the first new cock in a long, long time. She moved to my side and gave me a deep, languorous kiss. I'd never kissed a woman before but I liked it. She was so soft. With my eyes closed, I didn't see another stranger arrive. "Hello, Sara." He startled me and he was naked, too. "I'm going to fuck you," he said in a low voice. He also was wearing a rubber on his short, thick, rigid penis. He entered me slowly, his hands on my hips, and began rocking back and forth. The woman resumed kissing me, probing me with her tongue. The man began fucking me more quickly. I felt him tense up and then he started cumming, groaning, panting. There was power in his loins as he slapped against my cunt. When he was finished, he removed the rubber and squeezed his cum out onto my belly. The woman spread it around with her lips and then brought her mouth back to mine so I could taste the man looking down at me. "Thank you, Sara," he said sweetly. "You're a sexy woman." And then he left. So did the woman as she brushed my cheek with her hand. The smell of cum filled the air. At least ten more men fucked me after that. A few of them emptied their rubbers onto my face or tits. But most of them didn't cum. I did, though, and more than once. My restraints made my orgasms intense; I had no control. I didn't care. They were using my cunt as they wished and I was loving it more and more. The gong sounded again. Silently, a naked man wearing a large mask appeared and began sliding his hands up my legs. He poked a finger into my cunt and then used my juices to lubricate his condom. He entered me easily and humped me slowly. "You're a great fuck, Sara," he said, from behind the mask. "Do I know you?" I said, trying to place the voice. "You sure do," he said. I still didn't know who my masked fucker was. "Please take off your mask." He grabbed my nipples and pulled them hard. He continued the slow fuck that was turning me on big time. I was breathing hard, lifting my hips to meet his cock. "Please," I said. "Let me see your face." "Are you sure?" he said, thrusting hard into me. I nodded and groaned. He lifted a hand from my tit and ripped off the mask. "Oh, my god!" I yelled. I couldn't believe it! It was my old boss, George, a guy who was always hitting on me, a guy I despised because he acted like a condescending asshole all of the time. "See what you missed for so long," he sneered, slowing his fuck to a tease. For a moment, I was repulsed by this man I disliked so much. But, then, the truth of my predicament overwhelmed me and somehow turned me on even more. I was naked, my cunt was open to all takers, and he was in complete control. I was his slut and he knew it. I imagined us in the middle of his office, fucking on a desk, being watched by everyone. I couldn't hold back. "Oh, fuck!" I screamed as I started cumming hard. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He started groaning and pushing hard and I could feel him cumming inside me. He went on for more than 20 seconds before slowing down and finally pulling out. I was still catching my breath; my eyes were half-closed. George carefully slid the rubber off his cock and then reached for my mouth and squeezed my cheeks, forcing my lips to part wide open. "Swallow it, Sara," he growled, as he let his cum seep out of the rubber onto the back of my tongue. I gulped, involuntarily, and felt his jism move into my throat. He emptied it all into my mouth and then stroked my neck to make sure I took it all down. "There's more of that whenever you need it," he said, as he stepped away and disappeared behind me, leaving his salty fluid to settle in my stomach. Suddenly, it was very quiet and I felt very alone. Several minutes passed. The gong sounded again. Another man, an older one, wearing another mask, moved between my legs. He stroked his hard cock rising up from his hairy balls. His condom was already slick as he entered me. He used a finger to play with my asshole. After George, this man seemed very gentle. "I've waited a long time for this," he said softly. Who is this man? How does he know me? "I'd like to see you fucking me," I said. "Will you take off your mask?" He stopped his in and out; my cunt gripped his cock. With both hands, he slowly removed his mask. "Hello, Sara," he said with a smile I knew so well. "Mr. Jenkins!" I gasped. He was my 12th grade physics teacher; I'd had a powerful crush on him back then. He started fucking me again. My mind was swirling. "What about your wife?" I said, sounding foolish. "She died four years ago," he said, unable to disguise the sorrow in his voice. "I've been lonely for a long time but, tonight, you've made me feel like a man again." I couldn't believe it. How did Alan get him here? "God, Mr. Jenkins, you feel so good inside me. It's a fantasy come true. I'm fucking my teacher!" I said, incredulously. He smiled broadly and started pushing a little harder. I wanted to grab him by the hips and ride his thick cock. God damn these restraints! He kept at it for a few more minutes, wordlessly enjoying my sex. Suddenly, he pulled out. "What's wrong?" I said. "Nothing," he said. "It's just that, when you get to be my age, orgasms take longer and I didn't want to wear you out." Those words almost made me cry. I looked at him with his still fit body, his thinning gray hair, and his deep blue eyes. "Put your cock in my mouth," I said. "I want to suck you off." He tensed up and stared at me, teacher to student, silently. "Please," I said, "it's my gift to you." He sighed and relaxed and then worked his way around the chair to my waiting face. His penis was soft, but stirring. "Stroke it while I suck you," I said. I opened wide and he put it in, working his hand up and down the growing shaft. When he was hard, he put his hands on my head and slowly fucked my mouth. I thought back to his classroom and to my girlish fantasy, coming true after twenty years. His breathing became more urgent, his motions more rapid. I held him tightly in my mouth as he began to cum. I swallowed quickly, taking it all down, drinking my teacher's cum. And then he was finished, growing smaller and softer. I kept sucking him until he finally pulled out. Leaning down, he kissed me lightly on the lips as he cupped my breast. "Thank you, Sara. That was a lovely gift." "Thank you, Mr. Jenkins, for making a dream come true." We smiled warmly at each other and then he walked out of my sight. The gong sounded one more time. Alan stood before me, as naked as I. Two women, each about forty, just as naked, flanked him. They were caressing his body and rubbing his stiff cock. He kept looking into my eyes, even as the women got on their knees and began blowing him. Alan can last a long time; they weren't close to getting him off. In a couple of minutes, he asked them to stand up and he brought his prick straight to my pussy. The women started playing with my tits and telling him, "Fuck her, Alan. Fuck your slut wife." "Do you want it, Sara," he teased. "You know it, babe. Stick it in me hard." And he did, lifting my ass at the same time. He fucked me deep. I groaned. Suddenly, a lot of naked men were on either side of me, jerking off. One moved close and shot his load into my face. Alan kept pounding me and I came loudly. Another man slathered my face with a huge load. Two more stepped up immediately and fired away, cum penetrating my nostrils. "Sara the slut," Robert said as he stood beside me. "Suck my cock, Sara. Show your husband how much you want me." He pushed his thick meat against my lips and I took him in. I looked at Alan who seemed mesmerized by the sight. I looked up at Robert who seemed pleased with my cock-sucking ability. Another round of cum stuck against my tits, and then another. I came again, my screams muffled by the man in my mouth. When Alan started moaning, I knew he was close. Robert's eyes were closed and he looked like he was ready too. I squeezed their pricks with my holes as I felt their surges begin. Robert was first; Alan started cumming a few seconds later. They splattered my insides with thick gobs of ejaculate. I couldn't hold back. Wave after wave of shattering orgasm racked my body as the straps held me in place. I couldn't catch my breath. I thought I was going to faint. More men covered me with cum. And then, things slowed way down. Alan stopped moving, resting his cock inside me. Robert let me swirl my tongue around his sensitive dick. No one said anything. No one withdrew. Everyone silently gathered around us and watched. Finally, Robert pulled his dick slowly from my mouth. Alan grazed my clit with his thumb and then backed out. He smiled broadly at me. I started giggling. The crowd applauded. Simultaneously, Robert and Alan reached for their cocks, aimed them at me, and started to pee. Five other men did the same thing. After the first seven, the rest of the men took turns stepping up to piss on me. I was anointed by all of them as they washed away the cum from my body. Four women with warm, wet cloths then cleaned me up and dabbed me with essential oils. Robert removed my restraints and helped me stand up. Alan pressed his naked body to mine and kissed me passionately. "I love you," he said. "I adore you," I said. "When can we do this again?"