It had been about a week since my embarrassing afternoon with the young pizza girl. I was starting to believe that her threats to me were just that. I, however, could not forget the events of that afternoon. How the young girl, 17 I found out later, had brought me to an incredible orgasm. I felt myself reacting now as I always did when I thought of it. My nipples were hardening and there was a tingle between my legs. My thoughts were interrupted by the phone.
"Ms. Wells?" the familiar voice said.
"Yes," I answered. I felt like my heart was in my throat.
"I want you tonight. There is a package on your doorstep. When I hang up I want you to go get it. Don't open it right away. I want you to go take a long and thorough shower. Do you know what I mean?"
"Yes," I answered timidly.
"Good. When you finish put on the articles in the package according to the instructions I have included. Is that clear?"
"Yes."
"That should take you about 2 hours. You may have 2 glasses of wine during that time. I will call you at 8:00 with further instructions. Is that clear?"
"Yes."
"I will talk to you again at 8, good bye for now."
The phone went dead in my hand. I looked at my watch and found that it was 6:15. I had one hour and 45 minutes before she called. I went to the door. The package was on the doorstep as she had promised. I picked it up and took it upstairs with me as I prepared to my shower. I showered for a full « hour thoroughly as I had been ordered. I paid special attention to my genital area, shaving and cleaning my pussy. I found that even though I was nervous and anxious, I was also excited.
It was almost 7:00 when I stepped out of the shower and started to open the package on my bed. After removing the paper and wrapping I lifted the lid. There under a large white envelope was a pile of black leather clothing. The message on the envelope said, "Open me first." I followed directions and tore open the envelope. There was a white card with directions written on it.
"I assume you have cleaned yourself thoroughly as ordered. Take the clothing out of the package and put it on. Add nothing to the things I have given you. At the bottom of the box you will find a blindfold. Do not put it on. After you are dressed, go downstairs and wait for me. You are allowed 2 glasses of wine while you wait no more. When the doorbell rings come to the door, put on the blindfold and answer the door. You must have the blindfold on when you answer the door. If you do not, there will be severe consequences. After you answer the door, do not say a word unless I instruct you to. I will see you precisely at 8:00."
I pulled out the first item from the box. It was a pair of leather shorts. I looked in the box for panties, but found none. Remembering my instructions, I pulled the shorts up my legs and over my hips. They were so tight that the seam split my pussy lips and I almost felt like my outer lips were visible on each side of the seam. I turned and looked over my shoulder into my mirror. The lower part of my ass cheeks were visible below the leg of the shorts. I went back and pulled out the next item. It was a leather bra, well not really a bra, It fit like a bra but there were no cups, just a wired strip of leather that fit under my breasts supporting them but leaving them totally exposed. I put it on and reached back into the box. I pulled out a pair of thigh high black fishnet stockings. I slid them on my freshly shaved legs. As I sat on my bed pulling on my stockings, I looked into the mirror. My eyes widened, when I sat down the shorts rode up and my outer pussy lips were exposes on each side of the middle seam of the shorts, I could also feel the seam rubbing on my clitoris and realized how excited I was. The last things in the box were a pair of 8" stiletto heels and of course, the blindfold. I put on the heels, picked up the blindfold and walked downstairs.
I immediately walked into my kitchen and poured a tumbler full of wine. I had orders to drink only two glasses, but the size of the glasses had not been specified. I moved to the couch and sat down. A glance at the clock told me it was 7:45. I gulped my wine. I tried to gauge my feelings, I was scared, I was anxious, I was, I had to admit, excited. I only had to look down at my nipples to realize how excited I was. They were sticking out like pencil erasers and I could feel them throb. I took another long gulp of wine and realized that my pussy was moist also. I knew from the mirror upstairs that anybody who might be sitting across from me now would be able to see my pussy lips peeking out from either side of the crotch of my tight leather shorts. I felt another rush of excitement at this thought. I moved from the couch to the kitchen to refill my glass but then the doorbell rang. I looked at the clock and it read precisely 8:00. I panicked for a moment, and then realized I had left the blindfold on the coffee table in the den. I quickly walked in, picked it up and moved to the door. Right before opening the door, I put the blindfold on. Slowly I unlocked and opened the door.
When the cool night air hit me I could feel my nipples harden even more.
"Ms. Wells, you look hot," she said. "Come on," she took my arm and started to lead me outside.
I realized that I was going out the front door of my house almost totally exposed. "Wait," I started to pull back. Another hand grabbed my other arm.
"Come on slut, we're in a hurry," said a strange voice from the other side of me.
"You have to excuse Carrie, Ms. Wells, she's a bit impatient. Come on now and watch your step."
The two sets of hands guided me down the front porch steps.
"Watch your head," I was guided into a car.
I was actually eager to get into the car and out of the potential sight of my neighbors. I wondered how many, if any had seen me led to the car.
"By the way, I'm Jennifer," the pizza girl's voice said to me from the driver's seat.
"Hello Jennifer," I answered, "my name's Maggie." I felt a hand on my thigh and moved away. I moved right into another body on the other side of me. I started to feel scared. I knew from my walk to the car that Jennifer had brought a friend, but now I realized that was at least one more person with us.
As if in answer to my question a voice said, "Oh, excuse me, by the way I'm Sarah."
Sarah's voice was soft, almost timid and, I thought, sounded younger than the other girls.
I now felt a hand on my thigh from the other side it brushed lightly over the fishnet stockings and the tender flesh of my upper thigh between the top of the stockings and my short leather shorts. I couldn't help the small moan that escaped my lips and the very slight involuntary parting of my legs.
"Your right Jen," it was Carrie's voice, "she is hot."
"I told you," said Jennifer from the front seat. "She's perfect."
"We'll see," Carrie replied.
I started to ask what they meant by that but Carrie's hand renewed it's stroking up my thigh. She was just a fraction of an inch from my outer pussy lips. I remembered that my labia had been slightly exposed when I had sat down on my bed. I could imagine that Carrie could now see my pussy slightly exposed just below the leg of my shorts. "Ahhh!" I moaned louder now as the tips of Carrie's fingers brushed over my swollen pussy lips. My legs now came open wider.
"She's begging for it," Carrie said.
"Oh, okay," said Jennifer, "I guess we have time."
Carrie's hand now went between my legs. She expertly used the seam of the crotch band of my leather shorts to rub against my clit. Even though her hand was outside my shorts, the pressure and roughness of the leather seam against my clit was doing the trick.
"Oh God yes!" I arched my back off the car seat to make stronger contact with the girl's hand. My legs spread wider and I humped obscenely against the moving hand. "Yes, yes, yes, oh God, so good, so fucking good," I chanted almost mindlessly as Carrie's hand moved faster and harder against the crotch of my shorts. I could feel it starting to build. I increased the speed of my hips to match that of her hand. Then, almost without warning, it hit me. "Ahhhhhhhh!" Fuck I'm cumming!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. For the second time in a week I felt my pussy convulse and a stream of pussy juice shot out of my cunt drenching my leather shorts and running down the inside of both my thighs. "Oh, oh, oh!" I moaned as the convulsions started to subside and I sank back against the seat of the car trying to catch my breath.
"Clean me," Carrie shoved her fingers into my mouth.
I smelled my pussy on her fingers and tasted my own juices as she pushed her fingers into my mouth. Instead of being disgusted, I felt nothing but excitement.
After a few more minutes Jennifer announced that we were almost there. The girls in the back seat spent a moment straightening my hair and arranged my clothing that had become somewhat disheveled during my powerful orgasm. I felt the car stop, the door opened and I was helped out of the backseat. Again, I felt the slightly chilly night air on my exposed skin. We walked for several yards and then I heard another voice.
"Hi Jen, hello ladies, my, what do we have here?"
"Hi Monica," Jen answered. "So, you approve?"
"Yes, very nice indeed. That might tempt me to break my rule and become involved tonight."
"More the merrier," Jennifer answered cheerily.
Even though the words had been exchanged pleasantly, the contents of the conversation chilled me. What was this all about? What was going to happen to me?
"Have a nice time girls."
"Thanks Monica, see you later?" Jennifer asked.
"Probably not, I said tempter. But, you know my rule."
"Ok, by,"
My arms were taken and I was led ahead. We went through one door. It became warm. We walked along a little further and came to another door. As it was opened, I was almost knocked over by the wall of sound that hit me. From the noises and music, I assumed it was a club of some kind. "My God," I thought, "what kind of a club would allow someone dressed like me in?" We moved along and occasionally I would bump against someone. No words were being exchanged, but I thought we must be moving to a table.
"Watch your step," Jennifer's voice was in my ear. "We're going up some stairs.
We walked slowly up 8 steps, I counted them carefully. From the sound of my heels on the floor we were on wood. We stopped and Jennifer turned me slightly. There were people on each side of me; I assumed Jennifer was one of them. I felt them attaching what felt like fur bracelets to my wrists. I realized that there must be at least four people with me because I felt fur bracelets being attached to both my ankles at the same time. Now my arms were being raised over my head. It suddenly occurred to me that I was being bound to hooks suspended from the ceiling. At this moment I felt my felt being spread apart and my ankles were similarly being attached to hooks on the floor. The hands now left me and I was bound spread eagle, my body formed an X.
Jennifer's voice came from in front of her, "My sisters, this is our offering to you. Enjoy."
Applause went up from the room. It seemed to surround me. After a few minutes, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Fingers started to move over my body, one, two, I soon lost count my nipples were being squeezed and pinched, fingers were on my legs, moving up and down my thighs, hands groped between my legs, lips fell on mine and gently French kissed me. I found my body responding to this avalanche of sensations. "Ah!" I moaned. I let myself go. All of my inhibitions were melting away under the onslaught of kisses, touches, and pinches. "Oh yes," I hissed as a set of teeth bit down lightly on one of my rock hard nipples. I felt a hand starting to massage my pussy through my shorts much as Carrie had done earlier. "Mmmm," my knees bent to spread my legs further. I sagged in my bonds and let the hands do what they wanted. The hand between my legs pushed the seam of my shorts up into my pussy directly rubbing against my hard clit. "Oh please," I begged the owner of the hand.
"Please what?" a voice next to my ear whispered.
"Please make me cum,"
"She wants to cum," the voice said, apparently talking to the others around me.
"Let her cum, Katie," another voice said.
"Would you like that?" the voice said into my ear.
"Oh yes, yes please," I begged.
I felt the hand between my legs push the seam further up my pussy and increased its speed.
"Yes, oh yes, do it, fuck me," I groaned.
The hand moved faster, pushing harder, the leather of my shorts rubbing roughly over my engorged button. Then it hit, if anything harder than my earlier orgasm with Carrie.
"Ahhhhh!" I screamed loudly, twisting in my bonds. My pussy convulsed and again a stream of pussy juice ejaculated from my cunt, soaked my shorts and ran down my legs. "Oh my god!" another wave hit me and a smaller stream of cunt juice leaked out of my love hole. The hand continued to move and smaller jolts of release hit me. When the hand was finally removed, I dangled helplessly from my restraints. I was only vaguely aware of applause from somewhere far away.
I awoke to the feeling of someone tugging on my leather shorts. Now I felt one leg being pulled away from my thigh and cold steel touching my skin. The next sound I recognized as scissors cutting. Someone was cutting my short off of my body. I felt the leather fall away and I knew that my pussy and ass were totally exposed.
"Ah," I felt a finger gently probe and then slide into my still wet pussy. I found that my body responded instinctively to the invading finger. I was starting to fuck my pussy back onto the unseen finger as if it was a small slender cock. The finger had me writhing against my bonds. Then suddenly, it was gone. "Noooo!" I screamed in frustration. My body twisted obscenely in my bonds as my hips searched for the desired finger. Suddenly my body was grabbed by several hands and steadied. I felt the ropes connecting my wrists loosen. I was bent over. "Ahhhhh!!!!!!!!!" a sharp pain ripped through my pussy as a huge cock entered my pussy from behind. "No!" I tried to move away but the cock followed me thrusting in and out. "Oh god, please," My pussy was starting to react to the cock being thrust in and out. I juice was leaking from my pussy. The cock was now sliding easily in and out of my cunt. I started to react to the pleasure I was feeling. "Oh, oh, yesssss!" I surrendered to the wonderful feeling radiating from my pussy. "Yes, oh God yes, fuck meeeeeeee!" The orgasm smashed into me like the cock pounded my pussy. "Ahhhh!!!!!!!!" I shook and spasmed as the orgasm washed over me. Finally I stopped moving. I felt someone holding me up and others were around me helping to hold me up.
"You were wonderful," Jennifer's voice was at my ear.
I was standing upright now. I could feel that my bonds had been taken off. I felt hands at my face and my blindfold was finally taken off. It took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the light. And then I saw it. A giant warehouse with some sparce tables and chairs scattered around. I was on a stage in the middle. All around me were young girls, most I thought in their early 20s or late teens, no one close to my 42 years.
"All the girls loved you," Jennifer was again at my ear.
"What is going to happen to me?" I thought as I looked out on the sea of young faces.