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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I nearly trip as I walk carefully back into the club, the heels are already sore and a strain to walk in.
During my bathroom ordeal the club has filled up a bit and the lights dimmed. There are a few people on the dancefloor and past them I see Mistress sitting at the table with a group of people listening intently to what she's saying.
I teeter over gingerly and one of the girls spots me "There she is, the tramp!" she exclaims and I burn crimson as they all turn and laugh.
I walk over and hover at the back, not sure if I should sit or stand. I notice the large collection of drinks in front of Mistress and I wonder to myself if they are all hers and if I was going to have to earn them like the other ones.
Mistress stood up and made a big show of looking me up and down, a nasty smile on her lips. The table was quiet, all watching us.
"You look like a whore. Turn around and bend over" she demanded.
I did as I was bid and bent over, the short skirt riding up and exposing the knickers she'd given me. I felt vulnerable not knowing what she was going to do in front of all her friends.
She chuckled "Very good, very obedient. You seem to be getting used to wearing those heels too slut, is that right?"
"Umm..y..yes Mistress" I blurted out, wondering why she asked.
"Good, then I'm sure you'll have no problem in giving us a sexy dance out there then?" she pointed to the dancefloor.
I stood paralysed with fear. I couldn't dance at the best of times but now? Here? Like this? I started to cry again in shock
"Ah, the poor dear is shy dancing all on her own! Ok then.." she turned to the 2 guys who'd been in the bathroom with her earlier, "you two can assist her up there. Oh, and thanks for the drinks" she smiled at them as they took an arm each and near dragged me up. I knew I couldn't get out of it so I started swaying side to side hoping that would be enough. The DJ changed to some R+B song I didn't recognise but was just what they were hoping for. The dancefloor emptied apart from the 3 of us as the other dancers realised something was up and my hopes of rescue were gone when I saw a bouncer watching, when I caught his eye he blew me a kiss and grabbed his crotch.
Suddenly the chorus kicked in and the two guys who had been dancing apart moved in, one in front and one behind and started roughly grinding against me. The people around the dancefloor were clapping and Mistress' table was being louder than anyone, cheering and yelling.
I tried to get out but I could barely move in the high heels as well as being held tightly between these two strangers. I could feel their cocks stiffen as they rubbed themselves all over me and one lifted my tiny skirt and started playfully spanking my ass while the other forced my hand to his crotch. I could feel his dick pulsating in his trousers as he held my hand on it but while I was distracted the other guy had finished spanking me and wanted more. I felt my knickers being pulled to one side and then suddenly, in front of everyone, on the dancefloor, he slipped a finger up my tight, exposed asshole. I gasped in shock and then squirmed as a second finger went in. The yells and catcalls from the side were deafening and I could hear shouts of "slut" and "fuck that whores cute little ass!" ringing out.
Then a 3rd finger went in, my knees buckled and I crashed to the ground, unable to stand.
"Right, enough!" I heard Mistress shout.
The two guys lifted me back up and the second one pushed his fingers in my mouth making me gag before helping me back to the table.
"Right, slut- get under the table now! At least you can't fall when you're on the floor, stupid fecking whore!" she spat.
I knelt and then crawled under her table wondering what further humiliation she could have in mind..
I crawled under the table, the smell of spilt drinks assaulting my senses but the darkness soothed me somewhat. I felt a little safer, perhaps out of sight out of mind I thought. A few soft kicks pushed me this way and that but nothing too bad. I saw Mistress removing her long, black, heeled boots and peel down her own stockings. Her legs exposed I felt myself growing hard within my panties, the elastic restraining my erection against my belly.
"I've had a hard day slut, come and worship my feet, you may suck and lick them but if you tickle you'll get a boot, understand?!"
"Yes Mistress" I replied as I crawled awkwardly to her. I took her toes into my mouth and beban delicately sucking and licking them. I'm not a fan of feet but I felt my cock pulsing at this intimate moment.
I had loved onto worshipping Mistress' left foot when I felt my skirt being raised behind me. There was no space to move and Mistress pushed her toes deeper into my mouth trapping me in place. My knickers were pulled to one side and I felt the cool leather of a stilletto heel press against and then penetrate my ass! I gasped in shock at which Mistress pushed her foot deeper. This had the effect of shoving me backwards onto the heel which yielded and then pushed back in return. From the squeals of laughter I could hear they were orchestrating this, see-sawing me between the two of them, unable to stop it.
They continued to push me from one side to another, my ass burning from the harsh leather and the occasional smack as a giggling onlooker ducked under the table to torment me a little more. Then Mistress finally relented and her foot slid from my mouth, strands of saliva glistening as they snapped.
"Now, you'll have to make sure you clean her heel properly slut, she can't be walking round with her shoes smelling of your ass can she now?! Turn around and lick her heel clean, and you'd better do a good job!" she ordered
I turned and saw a red haired woman looking triumphantly down at me, her patent red leather heel dangling in my face. Her friends were eager to watch, the grins on their faces just adding to my humiliation.
Slowly and carefully I took the heel into my mouth, it tasted nasty as I knew it would but I didn't have a choice. I gently started to take it deeper into my mouth as she pushed it further until the heel was all the way in. I sucked at it until she finally relented and removed it.
She made a show of inspecting it carefully before smiling and nodding at Mistress. I heard her tell them to allow me up and strong arms helped me to my feet, my face red and flushed both from the exertions and the shame. Some of them laughed at my futile attempts to pull my skirt down to cover at least some of my ass and thighs and Mistress' smile was one that exuded complete control
"Well, my whore, you're probably sore from being cramped underneath there are you? Would you like a seat?"
I should have known by now, she wasn't the type of woman to show pity or compassion but foolishly I answered "Yes please Mistress, my legs are sore"
"Ah poor sissy slut, your legs are sore? Well you must sit down then! But...I don't see any free seats do you?"
I looked around confused. Indeed there were no free seats, I scanned the area but nothing was to be seen
"Umm...no...no Mistress I don't see any"
"No?! NO?! You never say that word to me slut! You will take a seat, in fact I think I have one just over here for you"
She smiled wickedly.
A few seats away from Mistress was an older man, maybe early 50's. He was obviously fat and out of shape and the way he was leering at me made my skin crawl.
"I must thank you for those last few drinks" Mistress said to him, "now I believe you can have your payment for them. Slut, come sit on Graeme's lap here and make sure you get me a few more drinks from him before the night is out!"
My heart raced. He was repulsive and the way he was looking me up and down...
I felt hands push me his direction and I moved almost robotically over next to him
"Come sit here where I can enjoy you properly" he said patting his groin repulsively.
I turned and gingerly went to sit on his knee and felt his big hand cup under my ass as I sat, squeezing my cheek roughly. I tried to ignore him but his other hand wandered round and pinched my nipples- first left then right. Again there were giggles and laughs around the table and I could hear snippets of conversation about what a whore I was and how disgusting Graeme was. Either he didn't hear or he didn't care, his hands continued to grope me underneath my skirt and squirming into my knickers. I could feel Mistress' eyes as she watched me intently and I knew I must not panic but as his hands started kneading my ass and squeezing my cock a wave of disgust hit me as I felt myself get hard at the touch of this beast! His fingers on one hand were stroking around my asshole while the other jerked my cock slowly. I could feel his own cock getting harder through the fabric of his jeans and I wondered just what Mistress still had in mind for the rest of the evening...
I squirmed on his lap as his finger lazily traced the rim of my ass. I tried not to make eye contact with anytime, I was so ashamed, especially as his hand felt so good around my cock and, despite my disgust, I couldn't help but get hard. Mistress leaned over and pinched my nipple making it harden and press against my flimsy t shirt.
I felt the pressure as the tip of his finger pushed against my hole and then the release as it slid in. His own cock was getting harder, I could feel it but I had to concentrate- I couldn't let all these people see he was turning me on!
"Have a drink, slut" Mistress said as she pushed a cocktail my way across the table.
"I went to reach for the glass, keen to distract myself from what was happening to me.
"Actually I think this meets stirred.." she said, malevolently, "Graeme, would you be a dear?"
The dirty old letch quickly pulled his finger from my tight ass, making me gasp and dipped it into my drink, stirring it right in front of me so I could watch.
I looked at Mistress and knew what she wanted, the laughter in her eyes spoke booked.
"Thank you sir" I said and took a sip. It was disgusting, mostly because I knew what had happened and I felt a little sick inside. I put the drink back on the table.
"Eww, look at the horrible red lipstick oh the glass now! That will never do!" exclaimed Mistress. "Graeme, would you please help our little slut again?"
At that he started to stand up. I felt to my knees from his lap and was level with his crotch, his belly hanging over as he undid his belt and dropped his trousers. His grey boxers did little to hide the bulge of his cock, evidently he was enjoying my humiliation.
"Well slut we haven't got all night!" Mistress snapped, "take his cock out!"
I gripped the elastic and slowly tugged his pants down, his bouncing cock smacking me in the face as it was released.
He lifted my glass and held it in front of me, I thought he was about to offer me the drink but as I went to lean forward he simply dropped his dick right into it! I stopped still confused but then when he put the drink back on the table I realised. My drink was dripping from his hard cock as I took it in my mouth and sucked it off as the table errupted with laughter..
He repeated this a number of times, the laughter got louder with each bob of my head and I could feel his cock swell in my mouth as I was made to take my drink from it.
Finally after what seemed like ages Mistress clapped her hands, "Very entertaining indeed. It's ok, you can sit down again now"
I was not looking forward to being groped and toyed with once more but as I was going to sit I saw he hadn't put his trousers back on. He leant back and took his seat and put both hands on my ass as I automatically went to sit on his lap. He pulled my knickers to one side with one hand and with the other guided me roughly onto his lap- I could feel his cock nudging against my asshole! I stopped just before it went in and took the weight on my knees, in the heels it was difficult to keep my balance and I strained but was able to keep myself just up off him.
Mistress was watching keenly and obviously noticed this.
"Aw you poor thing. You've been the object of desire for all these people but had little fun yourself. I think you've earnt a little fun, maybe a sexy lapdance will help ease you a little?"
I knew by now she wasn't just doing something nice, there had to be a catch! Would it be a guy? Would she make me give it? What was she doing?
Nevertheless, it certainly wouldn't matter what I did so I nodded meekly.
"Ok, Mandy- you've been itching to get more involved..go ahead!" she said to the redhead across the table.
She rose, her cleavage on prominent display in her skimpy top and a tight short black pencil skirt showing her gorgeous curves. Her hips swayed as she started dancing to the music and as she approached me I nearly forgot about Graemes hard cock jabbing just at the entrance to my asshole. I was determined not to lose concentration though, I knew just to weaken briefly and I'd sink down on to it and be fucked by the filthy old letch.
Mandy looked into my eyes, smiling mischievously as she slowly undid her blouse. Her bra barely contained her tits as her top fluttered to the floor and she moved up close and pressed her bosom to my face. I beamed at this unexpected upturn in events and she turned round in her red heels and unzipped her black 'secretary' skirt. It slid slowly from her hips and her peachy ass was exposed framed perfectly in lack lacy panties. My own cock was rock hard by this point and I could feel Graeme's stiffen, obviously he was also enjoying the sexy striptease. She turned to face me once again and reached both hands under my skirt, rubbing my cock through the fabric of the knickers I had to wear. I wanted desperately to cum but kept in my mind that if I did I would then probably collapse in relief right onto Graemes solid prick underneath me, I must keep concentration if i don't want to get taken by that animal!
Sexy Mandy put one leg onto the seat next to Graeme and wrapped her arms round my neck, once again getting me a wonderful view of her lovely tits. I sat transfixed as she lithely lifted her other leg onto the seat on the other side and pulled herself up so she was standing on the seat with my head in between her legs. She pulled my head forward and my nose nuzzled the black knickers, I could smell her sex and she had obviously been enjoying herself! She started to slide down, rubbing her wet crotch down my chest until it rested at the tip of my hard cock. She teased it, grinding back and forwards a little and looked me right in the eye as she did. She then gave a mischievous little wink and started sinking lower, her panties pushing down on my cock and it felt great. Suddenly I realised what she was doing and I gasped. She smiled wider and let her weight push down and I felt my knees goe- the evil bitch was pushing me down on the head of Graemes cock! I tried to resist but with little grip from the heels my knees started to buckle and I felt his tip pushing urgently at my virgin asshole. She was laughing along with Mistress by now and started bouncing up and down on my lap, pushing me down bit by bit until finally my legs went from underneath me and I cried out as Graeme's disgusting cock went plunging deep into me! I heard his grunting and moaning as she continued her 'dance' forcing me to get fucked by this pig and she buried my face again in her cleavage to muffle my cries of pain and anguish..
She ground up and down, my cock was straining against the knickers, now wet with precum. She held me close and as his stiff cock assaulted my ass my tears flowed down her cleavage, if anything this gave her some sort of perverse pleasure and she intensified her movements forcing me deeper and deeper. I could hear his breathing on my neck getting shallower, his breath reeking and his hands wondering all over me and Mandy. If she cared she didn't show it, she kept her eyes locked to mine, that evil smile still on her lips as my ass got fucked harder and harder until finally it happened. When he came he moaned like a dying animal- I'm sure the whole club heard it and turned to watch the show as he convulsed and gripped me tight to him, racked in the throes of pleasure. I felt it too, his cock deflating while still wedged right inside me and the horrible feeling of this dirty bastards cum seeping out of me. He slumped back and Mandy got off me, giving Mistress a small curtsy as she did and they grinned at each other while I collapsed in despair and relief to the floor, my ass exposed with the white cum dribbling down my ass, sobbing in a heap.
I felt Graeme's powerful hands grab me by the back of the head and he pulled me up and thrust his smelly, sticky, cum covered cock right into my mouth and held me in his crotch. I gagged, my mouth full of the rancid sickening taste but he just moaned in extacy as I gagged on it. Finally he released me and I fell to the floor again gasping for air.
He thanked Mistress profusely and then quickly pulled on his boxers and trousers and left in a hurry. I was still sobbing and felt two pairs of hands gently lift me up once more. I was broken and ruined and it was all I could do to remain standing.
"Bend over." Mistress commanded
I did so without a semblance of resistance, all dignity shattered and gone. |
