The bathroom was filling with steam and I could hardly see my reflection in the mirror above the sink as I undressed. The taps were running full bore in my haste to fill the bath, a tense mixture of anxiety and anticipation was knotting up my stomach as I poured sweet smelling bath cream into the swirling water. I was going to be clean, scented, smooth and at my very best for the events of the evening to come. It was only five thirty in the afternoon, but I was going to spend a lot of time pampering and preening before being picked up by my friend at around 8pm; we were going to a `party`, well that was her word for it, I think I would have later described it slightly differently.
It all started a couple of days previous, it was an unusually quiet Wednesday afternoon in the finance office of Bateman and Sons, the business consultancy company that Laura and I both worked for. Laura was sitting back in her chair, languishing over a cooling cup of filter coffee and playing with the tresses of her shoulder length ash blonde hair. Her cleavage showing above the buttons of her white blouse as her ample breasts strained against the thin material. She had her feet on the desk, her usual high heeled stilettos were discarded under the desk and I could see that she was wearing expensive stockings as her open legs and raised right knee were leaving very little to the imagination under her short navy blue skirt that had ridden up more than was descent. At 35 she was no inexperienced new comer to the world of business and knew exactly how to behave properly when she needed to; but boy did she like to relax and be herself when the opportunity came. I admired and envied that side of her; her ability to just switch off from formality and chill out, no matter where she was. She was always so bloody calm under pressure too, no matter what volume or complexity of the work that came in she just got on with it in her usual professional manner and always had it done by the deadline no matter how tight. Despite being a bit envious of Laura, I loved her like the sister I never had, She was really the only reason I had survived in the company since starting their nearly five years ago, yes, I could do the work and was competent enough, but I hated working under pressure and I had come to rely on her unfaltering support when things were just too busy for me in the office.
Sorry! I’m going on a bit aren’t I, you must be sitting there saying “come on, let’s get to the storyline” or something less polite! I do that from time to time, it’s a shame you can’t give me a virtual nudge as you read but perhaps one day soon that may be part of the technology.
Well, back to the point:
“Hey Susan, what are you doing on Friday night, fancy a girly night out with me, leave the guys behind and have some fun?” I looked across at her, by this time she had shifted into such a relaxed and decadent position that I could see her tiny white thong which barely covered her lady region, I couldn’t help but grin with amusement at the bizarre sight of her just a few yards away across the tiny office. “My God Laura, there’s relaxed and there’s positively Roman orgy and I think you’re approaching the latter” I burst out, giggling uncontrollably. “It’s a good thing Bateman and sons are away today at that meeting, we would either be calling the paramedics for the old man, or you’d be getting shagged by one of the sons!” I stopped suddenly embarrassed; I could feel my cheeks burning. Laura reclined even further back, winked at me and calmly replied “or both”. My cheeks lightened a couple of shades as I realised she was merely amused by my outburst, as usual; everything taken in her stride without a ripple on the pond. “Well then, back to my earlier offer Sue?”
I sat contemplating for a couple of seconds, I was still a bit ashamed at coming out with my thoughts. I had heard the occasional office rumour about Laura’s activities outside office hours, but had pretty much dismissed them as just that, as her very professional behaviour in the office tended to be at odds with such things in my mind. “OK you’re on; I could do with a break from routine if I’m honest”. I don’t know if it was the still uncomfortable way I felt about what I had just said that persuaded me to accept by way of apology or not, but I had said yes and I was immediately wondering if it was a wise move. Laura just smiled at me and must have registered my thoughts. “Don’t worry, I’ll look after you and more to the point you’ll have a great time, trust me”.
I had got home that evening, still with doubts in my mind, apprehensive at what sort of night out it would be but sensibly telling myself I was just imagining and it would be just a few drinks and some uninhibited chat. When Stuart my other half got home, I announced that Laura had asked me to go out, quietly hoping he would object or have some other plans for us. “That will be nice for you, you’ve not been out on your own for ages, time you had a break from me for once, and I’ll drop you off and pick you up after if you like?” Good old Stuart, always nice, always kind to me, but this time I was sort of wishing he hadn’t been. “Oh, Ok, err no, its fine, she’s picking me up she says” I was almost faltering with the finality of it all.
The water was that little bit too hot as I lowered myself into the bath, I liked it that way, but I was then thinking that I might end up looking a bit lobster like afterwards, so I ran a little more cold into the tub. I wasn’t going to be sitting in the lounge watching Friday night TV and drinking with Stuart as usual. I looked down at myself, I was still pretty proud of my figure, I wasn’t one for thrashing myself in the gym, running or other such activities, but I had made sure my weight had not ballooned as a result of sitting at a desk all day by eating sensibly. I soaped my breasts, feeling their weight and still taught shape as I gently washed them. I moved on to making sure my legs were smooth, gently shaving them as I relaxed in the comforting water. My left leg was raised and my foot rested on the side of the bath, I noticed my pussy, it was hairy, not a great dense 1970s bush, but certainly not smooth. I picked up the soap and rubbed it over her lips. As I did so, I felt the soap brush against my clitoris as it was peeping out from the soft pink labia. I shuddered with pleasure at the delicious tingle it created. I realised I was more excited about the prospect of what might happen later than I had dared admit to myself. I couldn’t help touching myself, slowly circling the tiny pink bead with my index finger, my head arched back against the back of the bath in the abandoned pleasure of the moment. I was suddenly brought back to reality with sound of the toilet lid being raised, my heart jumped and I sat up. Stuart had come in to use the toilet. I made a big show of continuing to wash myself, as I listened to Stuart’s stream of pee hitting the water in the bowl. Trying for the life of me not to let my cheeks redden and give away my guilt, at least the hot water was probably masking it anyway I thought. “I never tire of seeing you naked, I`ll be waiting expectantly when you get back” he smiled and winked at me as he left the bathroom. I hurried set about re soaping and shaving my pussy, managing to nick the edge of the lips a couple of times in my nervousness, cursing at myself.
Now, what the hell was I going to wear? I looked at my pretty meagre collection of dresses, most of which were far too formal looking for what I thought the tone of the night might be. In desperation I noticed a little black clingy dress that I hadn’t even thought about, let alone worn for years. That would be the best of a bad lot I thought. I remembered Stuart had bought me some really nice sexy black underwear on my last birthday, a nice black lace bra, thong and suspender belt. I had never actually been out in it before. Only wearing them once to give Stuart a `thank you treat`. It did feel a bit strange and sort of wrong, putting them on when Stuart wasn’t going to be with me for the evening, but I did feel a great excitement as I glanced in the full length mirror and saw how sexy they made me look when I put on a pair of silky black stockings to finish them off. I slipped on the little black dress, dug out my highest heels from the bottom of the wardrobe and tottered over to the dressing table mirror to sort out my hair and makeup. I used my favourite deep red lipstick, the one that Stuart loved me to wear as it really excited him and gently brushed my shiny black hair. A quick spray of my favourite perfume and I was good to go.
As I walked down the stairs the nervousness returned, what was I doing? Part of me hoped it was just an ordinary girly night out, but another part was excited, like a powerful horse straining at the bit, eager to be given its head. Stuart was sitting in the lounge, drinking beer and watching the news. “You look amazing” he smiled broadly at me, taking in every curve. A few seconds later I heard a car outside, its tyres crunching on the gravel of the driveway, I went to the door collecting a small evening bag from hall table as I passed. “Bye darling, don’t wait up” I called back to Stuart as I went out of the door. “I won’t, make sure you have a good time”.
Laura was still in her car, a sporty black Mazda MX5. I opened the passenger side door and got in next to her. “You’re keen, I’m actually surprised, I was half expecting you to cancel on me” The car was infused with the heady fragrance of her perfume, deep and heavy and very sexy, nothing like the understated products she wore in the office. I decided that it would definitely be an interesting night. “Right, first things, first, let’s get ourselves a few drinks to start the night off”. Laura drove us just a few miles down the road to the local pub, The Drover’s Arms. As she got out of the car, I noticed she was wearing a long black woollen coat, not at all what I expected; she looked as if she was dressed for an Aunt’s funeral in February rather than a night out on the town. We must have looked a curious pair as we walked together across the car park, with me almost shivering in my thin dress, my nipples hardening in protest at the cold evening breeze. I was now very confused.
The pub was fairly quiet for a Friday night and we had no trouble in finding a comfortable spot, I picked out a settee close to the roaring log fire and Laura went to the bar to get us a couple of glasses of red wine. As she sat down next to me I felt a bit guilty in deciding to sit so close to the heat as she did not remove her coat and just sat down beside me, taking a big mouthful of the wine. As I reached down to pick up my glass from the low table in front of us I glimpsed Laura’s right thigh as the long coat was now slightly gaping between its button holes. All I could see was the black lace of a stocking top; there was no sign of a skirt. Finally there was no question of what direction the evening was going to take. Laura put down her glass leaned across to me and to my great surprise, kissed me square on the lips. For the second time that night I could feel my cheeks reddening and it wasn’t just the glow of the smouldering logs. “We are going to have such fun tonight Susan; it’s just so good to have you with me”. By the time I returned from the bar with our second round of drinks, I had relaxed and put my trust in Laura, I decided that as she had looked after me for the last five years in the office, why should she stop now. I was enjoying the moment, the anticipation of the unknown world into which I was just about to venture. By the time Laura said it was time to move on from the pub all nervousness was gone and all I felt was good anticipation.
Laura drove us towards the edge of town, stopping off at a late night off licence and returning to the car with two bottles of red wine; “can’t turn up empty handed, despite nothing being in short supply there, looks mean.” As we headed into the countryside, the night got darker, the familiar site of wide lit roads being replaced with narrow hedge lined lanes, only lit by the moon during breaks in the passing clouds. It felt almost surreal, as the little sports car threaded its way along its almost featureless route. After about 20 minutes, Laura slowed the car as they were travelling alongside a high wall with tall dark trees behind it. “It’s here somewhere, I often miss it if I’m not careful, don’t know why they can’t have a light on it!” Suddenly a driveway entrance appeared in the darkness and she turned the car into it, heading along a tree lined drive, still unlit. After what seemed like about a mile I saw lights up ahead, it was a large country house; as we got closer I could see a number of cars parked in front of it, they were of all different types. Range Rovers stood next to Ford Fiestas and Porsches cosily sat bumper to bumper with Honda Civics. I thought to myself that at least we wouldn’t be out of place if this was an indication of the mix of folks in the house.
I glanced at my watch as Laura brought the Mazda to a halt near the huge front door of the house; it was just after 10pm. The red wine was having an effect on me, but nothing major, it had just heightened my good mood and got rid of all the apprehension. Laura got out of the car and immediately removed her big black coat. Stood for a few seconds, trying to take in what she was wearing, or wasn’t to be more accurate. The stockings I had glimpsed a hint of in the pub were there, but very little else. She was wearing a sort of bra, but it had no cups, her breasts were just framed by it like a prized oil painting, not covered at all, it appeared to be made of chrome chains attached to black studded leather straps. Her huge nipples stood out in glow from the light above the door. She was wearing a pair of matching pants that equally framed and showed off her pussy; it was the most erotic thing I had ever seen and it was the girl from across the office. I suddenly felt ridiculously over dressed in my little black number; without thinking and totally out of character, I reached down to its hem and pulled it up, stripping it off and throwing it back into the car. “Blimey, you are full of surprises Susan, come on let’s get inside before we freeze our Fannies off”. Laura grabbed the two wine bottles and went up to the house door, she opened it and went inside, it seemed she didn’t need to knock and wait to go in. I followed her; despite my recent display of bravado I wasn’t going to be letting her out of my site.
We entered a long hallway lit with small ornate wall lamps giving off a gentle and almost seductive glow. It was pleasantly warm inside, so much so that I almost forgot my almost nakedness as I followed Laura. It was a deep warm red colour and there were large old looking portraits in heavy gilded frames on the walls; antique side tables strained under the weight of expensive looking vases in between the paintings. “Class hey?” Laura whispered back to me, “don’t let it put you off” “I won’t, don’t you worry” I replied. We passed a number of doors, but Laura didn’t stop until we came to the large double doors at the opposite end to the entrance of the house. There was an ornate handwritten sign leaning up against the left hand door, it read...
Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen
Your host asks if you could leave all inhibitions outside!
“Well, if I had any I would” Laura winked at me as she opened the other door and let us inside. “Stay close to me and let’s have some fun”. Just inside the door we were greeted by one of the most handsome men I have ever seen, he was just over 6’2” tall with dark hair and slim chiselled strong features. He was dressed in black tie with a green velvet smoking jacket with ornate silk rope braiding. Before I could take it all in he spoke, “Laura darling, I’m so pleased you could make it again, it wouldn’t be the same without you, I presume this is the lovely friend you told me of; I’m Gerald, please make yourself at home and remember, nothing is off limits, well, almost nothing”. He reached out took my hand and kissed it like something from an old movie, I was almost speechless but did manage a “Thank you, I’m very pleased to meet you” before we made our way into the room. As we got out of earshot I said to Laura “Well he’s lovely, but a bit over dressed compared to us isn’t he?”, “Yes I suppose, but he just likes to greet folks like that, it’s just his way.
The room was dimly lit, darker than the hall way but I was aware there were a lot of people present. There was a low hum of conversation, the clinking of glasses and a great deal of what sounded like excited laughter. As my eyes grew more accustomed to the lighting I started to pick out detail. I let out an excited gasp as I realised what I was looking at.
I had never seen such a variety of people gathered in one place ever, let alone the different types of outfits or in some cases lack of them. It was like a chocolate box of erotica, there must have been something for nearly all tastes; from the young slim and toned through to the older and heavily built. Not wishing to be too naughty, but there were cocks, boobs and bums of all shapes, sizes and colours and others still fully dressed; all drinking, chatting and generally socialising as if it was nothing at all out of the ordinary.
“Pretty amazing when you see it for the first time isn’t it Sue? I remember when I first saw this, wasn’t sure it was for me at the time, but can’t keep away now” “Well it’s certainly an eye opener, I heard the occasional rumour but blimey that was tame compared to this” “Well you’ve still seen nothing yet, follow me”.
Laura took me through a door to one side of the room; it was again dimly lit and much smaller compared to the grand stateroom we had first entered. I could make out a sort of round bed in the centre of the room. There was a totally naked woman lying on her back, she had huge breasts, I thought to myself they must have been a `boob job`. She looked to be around 40 and was otherwise very slim. As I looked closer, I realised that she was not alone and there were a number of people close to her. A middle aged man was kneeling between her legs, greedily licking her pussy; I could make out his tongue as it flicked around her clitty while he held her labia apart to get to her love button. I felt a tingle between my legs and realised my own excitement as I felt myself dripping into my panties. I so wanted to touch myself like I had in the bath earlier before I was disturbed by Stuart. I looked at the woman’s face, trying to see the pleasure she was experiencing; as I did so I realised she was also very busy, she was pleasuring three other men at the same time. There was big well built stud squatting over her face and she was licking his huge clean shaven balls and the shaft of his cock. It was the biggest tool I had ever seen and the guy was moaning in obvious pleasure as she worked her tongue and lips up and down its length. There were two other guys either side of her standing at the edges of the bed; I couldn’t believe it when I saw she was also fondling them too. She was working a cock in each hand, furiously wanking them both as they fondled her massive tits, at times leaning forward to suck on her big dark nipples.
I was transfixed by the spectacle, I had never imagined such a sight in my wildest fantasies, let alone seen it. I hardly noticed someone step up close behind me and start to gently stroke my bum. The hands were soft and warm, delicate even, as I became aware of their touch. I felt the softest of kisses on my neck and hardness of two nipples poking into my back. “You like seeing that don’t you?” Laura softly whispered in my right ear. “Oh yes, I so do” I replied. The woman took the big cock she was licking into her mouth, her lips glistening as they encircled the great bulging glans of its head. She pumped it in and out, the guy groaning with obvious pleasure as she worked him faster. I was aware of hands reaching forward around my thighs, working their way under the soft lace of my tiny knickers and touching my wetness. Fingers opened my pussy lips, brushing my clit and then circling around it; I let out a gasp of pleasure as another finger entered my pussy and slid into the dripping hole. The man’s cock came out the mouth I was watching, it was dripping pre cum, the glistening fluid reflecting the glow of the dim lights. She opened her mouth wide and licked around the tip of his cock, tasting the sweet salty liquid. The fingers in my panties worked me, faster and faster. My clit was aching with desire and pleasure, my cunt throbbing and twitching with each thrust of the fingers inside me. The big cock, twitched once then pumped rapidly, exploding as it showered out streams of hot sticky cum, shooting into her mouth over her face and even beyond across her hair. I felt myself going weak at the knees as my pussy convulsed and I came, squirting lady cum over the probing fingers and into my knickers. My knees buckled and Laura caught me before I fell, just managing to get her fingers out of my soaked knickers in time to save me. “Thank you, Thank you Laura” I whispered to her as I pulled her tight and kissed her; I couldn’t stop myself pushing my tongue between her luscious sexy lips as lost myself in the moment, hardly registering what I was actually doing, but she was responding to me by doing the same. I saw the woman quicken her pace on the cocks either side as the guy who had already shot his load climbed down off the bed; his great tool still massive even though it was now softening. The first guy who was had been pleasuring her pussy was mounting her, his eager cock sliding easily into her cunt as she opened her legs to allow him in. He fucked her rapidly, his face contorted in pleasure, she arched her back, lost in pleasure as she expertly brought the other two guys off. Their eager cocks shooting as one over her big tits, spilling huge loads that had been building up throughout the spectacle; on seeing this, the guy fucking her let out a great groan of pleasure and shot his load deep into her pussy. “Isn’t that a bit unsafe with a stranger” I said, a bit of reality creeping back into my thoughts now I was less excited. “It’s ok, that’s her `hubby` Sue.
Laura took my hand and led me out of the room, “I think we need a drink after all that don’t you?” “I should say so, yes”. We went over to a large dining table that had been placed against the wall of the state room; it was filled with nearly any type of alcohol and soft drink imaginable: Laura poured us two large glasses of Cabernet Sauvignon and we took them to a close by big comfortable chesterfield and collapsed into its arms. I was quite honestly overwhelmed with what I had just seen and experienced. I think if Laura had told me what sort of a `night out` she had planned exactly I wouldn’t have had the nerve to go through with it, but I was sure glad she had brought me along. It was the most erotic and amazing experience I’d ever had. I was pretty amazed at myself orgasming with Laura’s touch, I know it wasn’t just her touch that had done it, what I was watching played a major part too of course but even so...
A few minutes after we sat down we were joined by our host, “Mind if I join you ladies for a bit?” Gerald laughed as he sat down between us, a large glass of brandy in his hand. “Hope you are having a good time, this time he had dispensed with the formal dinner attire and was wearing something that looked like a Roman Gladiator’s costume consisting of studded leather straps connected with large chrome metal rings. Despite his outlandish get up and the bizarre circumstances, the conversation was pretty `everyday`, ranging from the weather to the runners for the forthcoming Grand National, one of which was Gerald’s current pride and joy. I think for me that was perhaps the most surreal thing about the entire evening; I mean how could some even focus on such stuff with what was going on all around him in his home. After chatting for about 20 minutes, off he went again with a “Thank you so much ladies, must mingle” and that was that.
“So, that was short and sweet Laura, I have thought he would have tried it on with us, wouldn’t have mind it if he had either, he’s really something isn’t he, did you see his body in that gear, I was getting wet again just sitting looking at him” “Well therein lies a mystery Sue, he never does and I’ve never seen him play with anyone when I’ve been here before, he just seems to enjoy it all going on around him. Lovely guy though and generous to a tee, probably just as well we all want to keep all this secret though, he’s in the House of Lords.” “You’ll be telling me the Chief Constable is her too next” “Don’t even go there, but along those lines, come with me, this will really blow your mind!”
Laura led me through another door and down a quite brightly lit corridor, I felt quite naked and awkward in the sudden light, but she didn’t seem to mind at all, typical Laura I thought. At the end we went up a flight of stairs, the deep lush carpet almost engulfing our shoes as we ascended. At the top she showed me through another door, this opened onto a sort of balcony which overlooked a large swimming pool below us. There were white cast aluminium tables and chairs with green velvet cushions. The tables were stocked with bottles of Champagne chilling in ice buckets and a selection of delicious nibbles. Laura went to a table right next to the matching balustrade and we sat down. The balcony was gently lit with colour changing mood lighting; it was obvious that this very much the voyeur-exhibitionist scenario as the pool area was in comparison quite brightly lit. Laura poured us some vintage champagne as I greedily tucked into a bowl of chilli flavoured peanuts, the evenings drinking and excitement had led to a raging hunger all of a sudden. It all just got better and better. There were all sorts of things going on in and around the pool, from couples to groups of three upwards, people were up to all sorts of debauchery. I felt a desire to go to get to that pool and join in, but for that moment I hadn’t a clue how to get there short of leaping off that balcony and risking substantial injury.
“Just take a look at the guy over in the far right hand corner of the pool Sue”, I looked over the rail and focused my attention in that direction. There was a fairly old looking guy lying on a white plastic sun bed on the edge of the pool, he was enjoying a glass of wine while two much younger women were pleasuring him and themselves. They were kneeling either side of the sun bed; they could best be described as kissing each other, but there something in between their two sets of lips that was also receiving their best attentions. They were both licking and sucking the old boy’s dick as they kissed. Now perhaps I’ve really seen it all, I thought to myself...
But no, there was to be a real shocker a few seconds later when I looked up at the old man’s face to see his pleasure as he shot his load for the girls. I really did think the alcohol and everything else that night had finally got to me; as I looked I suddenly realised that the pleasured cock shooting its load over those luscious girls lips belonged to Mr Bateman senior. “Oh... My... God... Sue, just what’s going on?” The really bad thing though was the thought that the whole thing had made me wet again, just what the hell was happening to me?
“His son’s are usually here too, but you’ve missed out on that Sue as they’ve gone up to Scotland for a day on the Grouse Moors”
I sat back, my mind reeling, wondering where I had been for the last five years to be so oblivious to all this going on around me. “Don’t worry Sue, you just weren’t ready to see it before, I decided last week that the time was right for you”. I realised I had eaten the whole bowl of nuts and hadn’t even noticed, but at least my hunger was gone, for food any way!
“Alright Sue, time for your first `hands on` experience if you think you are ready” “Ready? Have you seen the state of me?” Laura led me off the balcony and along yet another corridor. I felt the excitement and anticipation building as we walked together; I held her hand, not with a need for reassurance this time, but with a need for close physical contact. I was aching to feel intimate contact with anyone just at that moment.
We entered a bedroom; well I thought it looked like a bedroom at first. Mood lighting similar to that on the balcony we had just left was lighting the room, the walls of which were painted black. The two beds were not actually beds as such, but some sort of leather topped tables fitted with straps that were attached to them by chains. Laura indicated that I should lie down and as I did so she proceeded to fasten the straps around my neck, wrists and ankles. She could obviously see the now agitated and frightened look on my face and she just said “Trust me Sue, have I ever failed you?” “No”, I lay back and relaxed reassured that she was with me. Laura then lay on the other table, as she did so a figure entered the room and stood silently by her feet, as my eyes grew accustomed to the lighting I could see it was a man. He was wearing a leather mask that covered his entire head with just holes for the eyes and mouth, but from his height and the way he was dressed, I was fairly certain that it was Gerald our host. Without saying a word the figure bound Susan down with the straps and then left the room. So there we were both helpless, tied down in a dimly lit room in a big house somewhere in the countryside. I tried not to think about the situation to deeply, but my posture must have indicated I was not at ease as Laura quietly whispered “It’s fine, just relax”. I tried to look around the room but the light seemed to be fading further and within a few seconds we were in complete darkness apart from a tiny glimmer coming through the keyhole in the door. The glimmer suddenly went out; there was someone outside the door.
The door opened and two figures were silhouetted against the light in the doorway, I only had a fleeting view of them, they seemed to be totally clad in tight black leather and had masks similar to the one that Gerald was wearing. They entered the room and the door closed behind them. At this point I felt like screaming, not with pleasure but with real fear. I stifled the urge and lay back trying to relax and put my trust in Susan. I heard one of the figures approaching me. I felt hands touching my thighs just above the knees. A soft touch, soft, warm, leather gloves caressing me. The hands moved slowly up and down the inside of my thighs, stopping just short of my pussy each time before going back down to my knees. I felt myself becoming aroused, the fear had left me again and I was starting to enjoy the moment. It went on and on, it seemed like hours, my cunt was tingling and throbbing, getting wetter and wetter with the anticipation of being touched. I could feel my clitty, hard and hot, gently touching the inside of my little silky knickers as it pushed its way above my now gaping labia. I tried to pull my hands out of the straps around my wrists, I so wanted to touch my clitoris and give it the pleasure it was now craving. The straps held, they were strong and cut into me when I pulled on them; I let out a little whimper of frustration. The hands stopped caressing me, the figure stood back from the bed. I had never felt such frustration, I was almost angry with the figure, craving his touch again, my pussy aching to be fucked, never before had I been denied even my own touch when I felt that aroused. After a while I heard the figures moving again, it seemed like they were changing places. I had only been peripherally aware that the other one was touching Laura while I was being teased. What I believed to be the other figure was standing behind my head, I could hear them breathing softly, restricted by the tight mask. Gloved hands touched my cheeks, again soft and gentle. They made their way down the sides of my neck to my breasts, cupping them and rubbing my nipples with their thumbs. I felt the relief of being touched again; my breathing and pulse quickening with renewed arousal and desire. The figure was standing closer now; I felt something hard, pushing against leather as it touched the top of my head: I knew it was a cock, I had been pretty sure the figures were male but now finally I was certain. My pussy was aching, longing to be touched and longing for the cock that was brushing against my hair. I so wanted to touch that gorgeous aroused cock that was behind me, again I pulled at the straps in my frustration: wincing in pain as my wrists were now getting very sore. The man stood back again, but to my relief he then went to the foot of the table. I felt the gloved hands on the elastic of my tiny knickers, he was pulling them down. He got the knickers as far as my knees, but I could then tell he was struggling to get them any further as my ankles were bound to each side by the straps. I heard a sharp tearing and a snap, my knickers were off, he’d torn them in half; how was I going to explain that one to Stuart? I thought fleetingly. I lay there in the darkness with my pussy now completely exposed to the stranger in leather, longing for him to touch it. He held off again, I writhed in frustration. I could hear Laura a few feet away moaning with pleasure in the darkness. She got noisier and noisier; she was cumming, riding the throws of one delicious orgasm after another.
After what seemed like an eternity I was aware of my tormentor climbing up onto the table and kneeling between my open thighs, gently raising and parting my knees as he did so. I almost cried out with relief as fingers opened my pussy lips and held them apart as a tongue protruding from his leather mask softly sort out my clit and started to circle it. I can’t describe just how good that felt. The tongue flicked around my sex, touching the tip of my clitoris and then probing between my labia minora into the hot aroused wetness of my vagina. My cunt was dripping; I could feel the sweet, warm juices flowing onto the leather of the table, my smooth bum slipping around as I squirmed in pleasure. I now seriously wanted a cock to play with; again I hurt my wrists as I pulled on the straps, I cried out in my frustration. The man stood back again, but this time I could hear a zip and press studs being released as he removed his clothing. He got back onto the table, I could feel his hot bare flesh against mine; muscular legs between my soft thighs. I felt something between my pussy lips, hot hard and lovely. His very aroused cock was slipping around in my juices, the head rubbing on my clit sending waves of intense pleasure deep inside me. That felt so good, it was what I had been impatiently waiting for. My pussy was gaping open; it was desperate to eat that lovely cock, it was kissing its head and begging it to enter. Slowly, agonisingly slowly, I could feel him pushing his way gently between my labia, my tight but slippery cunt opening up and taking him in as he entered me. He slid in long and very hard, I could feel the ridges made by his big veins pleasuring my G spot as the huge cock pumped in and out picking up pace and rhythm, riding me like I`d never been ridden before. Gloved hands kneaded my tits as he fucked me. Within seconds I was cumming deep and hard, wave after wave of wonderful orgasms shot through me. “Fuck me, Fuck me, Harder, Harder!” I screamed as I pushed as hard as I could against him. His breathing became more urgent, he started to groan, his cock was pumping hard and then it exploded inside me. Great waves of hot cum shot deep inside me, it felt like gallons; I could feel it flowing out of me, along his big shaft, down onto the big balls that had been banging against my ass and onto the leather of the table where it mixed with my juices. He withdrew from me, the great long cock still hard but softening, dripping with our combined cum.
I felt a soft fluffy towel between my legs, gently cleaning me up and wiping the surface of the table. It felt good, for the first time the man spoke to me “Well you have been a naughty girl, haven’t you, just look at all this mess you’ve made”. I froze, that was uncanny, that voice sounded like..
The lights came back on; they were dazzling at first even though only actually dim. I made out the figure at the foot of the table, still naked apart from the mask and gloves. I knew that body; he removed the mask, laughing wildly; it was Stuart!
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