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| mroberts |
on Mon 30 May 11, 8:28 PM to mroberts's blog.
I walk up to the front door, tentative, tugging at the little black dress he had me wear for tonight - it's a nice, although cheap dress which provides just enough modesty to hide the suspender straps, riding up as I take each step in his favourite shoes.
I give myself one last lookover in the glass of the door, 3" strappy black heels, sheer stockings reaching just above the dress attached to my favourite suspender belt. My collar has two nipple clamps attached on short chains - dangling tentatively down the front of my dress like an ornate piece of jewellery - I smiled to myself, no doubt they'd become a lot more practical soon ... touching up my pink lipstick and summoning all my courage I knock ...
I wait for what feels like forever, I hear movement inside but no-one approaches the door - I don't know what to do so I continue standing, eyes down as instructed and wait - a good 5 minutes go past as I stand there feeling increasingly self concious that someone will come by and then the door opens .... "Enter", one word, that's all I get as I walk slowly forward into the hall and hear the door shut and lock behind me - I still haven't looked up as I feel a tug at my back.
Instinctively I stop, eyes down, my heart beating as I sense his movement around me. "Turn Around", I do as I'm told - my body screaming for his touch, my eyes desperate to make contact as he inspects me. "Spread" - I spread my arms and legs in the hall, my arms outstretched to touch either side of the wall and support my weight as his hand reaches between my legs - my pussy has been crying out for this all day and it's already dripping wet as he reaches down and pulls me close... "So my little slut, are you enjoying yourself?" .... "Yes, Sir" was all I could reply as he ran his fingers, damp with my pussy juice into my mouth to suck clean.
As I stood there, he attached a blindfold to me and whispered in my ear, "So slut, what should we do tonight?", "Have you been a good girl for me?", I could only moan with pleasure as he continued playing with my pussy and then he stopped. I stood there, trembling, blind folded as he stepped back - I tried to move myself towards him but was roughly pushed away and then suddenly pulled towards him by my hair, I could feel the cold blade on my neck as he told me how he was going to use me, and his friends were going to use me, tonight was not going to be an easy night as the knife traced it's route along my neck - his hand wrapped tightly in my hair, pulling me closer, blindfolded, my heart beating furiously as he slowly sliced away my dress.
I felt it fall and then I heard the audience clapping, I was so vulnerable, standing there in my 3" heels, stockings and suspenders, my panties - already dripping, and my bra which was the next to go as the knife traced it's way up my stomach - I wanted to run but I couldn't - I was frozen as slowly but surely my bra fell away and then my panties - a sliced heap on the floor.
He guided me into the living room - I could sense people but I had no idea how many were there - it was very quiet - the odd whisper but nothing to identify anyone with as I teetered forward to be inspected - I could feel roaming hands as he attached my nipple clamps and I moaned in pleasure which got just the right response from the audience, chants of "Slut" soon started as I was forced to my knees into a stockade - my wrists and ankles attached to steel cuffs as my ass and head were forced into the air.
"So who wants first go?" - My heart sank, I had hoped tonight was going to be intimate and here I was, attached, unable to move, with an audience and a group of men to pleasure - I moved my head up as much as it could go and could feel a cock, close but not close enough, to my painted lips - I stretched, eager, hungrily to take it all as he pulled away, teasing me - the bastard - I moaned in frustration before my hair was pulled up and back and Sir whispered in my ear that there would be plenty of cock for me tonight ... perhaps too much ... I moaned ...
He pushes towards me and my open mouth is soon full of his cock, there's no way for me to go, so I continue sucking as I hear a faint whirring in the background and feel a pressure against my ass - I try to move but I'm fixed in place as I'm violated slowly and rhythmically - spit roasted on the living room floor as my face is continually fucked by the unknown man in front of me.
The fucking of my ass continues, as man after man comes to my mouth to be pleasured - they were all told to cum wherever they like and before long my face and hair were dripping with cum and the same constant rhythmic pounding in my ass .... I was so close to orgasm as I begged to be allowed to cum ....
"No, my slut, this new toy in your ass is your fucking machine ... it's going to continue fucking you for hours .... you may not cum" ....
It dawned on me, this wasn't one of the guys in my ass, they had all came on my face, this was a machine, a constant, rhythmic pounding as I trembled and tried to stop myself cumming .... it didn't last long as hard as I tried to resist it just happened - orgasms waved over me and my body sagged, held in place by my restraints but physically exhausted as the machine kept pounding ...
I couldn't take anymore, I screamed to be let out as Sir came across, and shoved his cock in my mouth - the taste distracted me as it grew in appreciation and I settled back into the rhythm - he stroked my hair and as he withdrew - my tongue following him out, he bent down and told me to behave ... and then he was gone, the machine still pounding and my body completely spent.
I don't know how long I lay there for - it felt like hours but eventually I heard them returning and the machine was turned off and my restraints undone - I was spent, lying on the floor, still with my heels and stockings on, the nipple clamps, once more, dangling from my collar as he picked me up and lay me down.
I smiled contently as I drifted off to sleep .... wondering what tomorrow would hold ....
