I had just gotten back to work from lunch when a text message came through from Greg, my new fuckbuddy of, oh, about a month. But what a month it has been!
The text read, ‘I’ll pick you up at eight PM.’ No other explanation. Nada.
‘Where are we going?’ I typed back. No response. Asshole, but he fucked well.
I added, ‘What should I wear?’
‘Whatever you choose. But make sure you shave.’
Well, at least that was a clue. The evening would have something to do with my pussy, which he liked completely smooth.
The rest of Friday was hard to endure. Lots of issues at work, and my spinning imagination kept me squirming in my chair. It impacted my productivity a bunch.
Finally, I arrived home and took care of a few things. I stretched a glass of chardonnay into an hour, showered, and dutifully shaved as directed. Then I slid into a mid-thigh skirt, pressed blouse, heels, and lovely panties. No bra. Greg loved it when he and others could see my nipples highlighted by their firmness.
Finally, 8:00 pm arrived, with a timely knock at the door. I opened it to find Greg in a suit and open-collared shirt. He took my face in his hands and kissed me deeply. My arms drew him close as we probed each other. Then he broke away.
“Ready?”
“Of course,” I responded.
Then, I caught sight of the limo. Hmmm…guess tonight is special. I had no idea!
Greg led me to the vehicle, and we climbed in the back. The screen to the driver’s compartment was closed, so the driver knew our destination. As we drove, Greg said little. Small talk, until he looked out the window, then looked back at me.
“Take your clothes off, Darlene. All of them.”
Despite his cold instructions, I could feel my nipples harden and my pussy moisten. I did as instructed, finally removing my panties. I could smell myself and knew he could, too. I had no idea what to expect, but that only heightened my excitement. My heart was pounding.
Then Greg looked into my eyes, “Do you trust me?”
I nodded affirmatively.
He then pulled out a leash attached to a collar. The collar was placed around my neck. Then a mask appeared, something ornate, like a Mardi Gras mask, and he placed it on me.
“I’ll be with you the entire time. Let’s go.”
He opened the limo door. I realized we were in a garage, sealed from the outside. There was an ornate wooden door beside the car. Greg led me to the door, opened it, and led me in…naked.
What I saw reminded me of a poem I once wrote, only this time I was naked, and the fifteen or twenty people I saw were dressed well, if not elegantly. And there were both men and women.
I was led to the middle of the crowd. It was silent. My eyes traveled the group to see if I recognized anyone. Thankfully, no. What I did see were a host of eyes examining me, head to toe, with particular attention to my painfully hard nipples, my ass, and my pussy, which by now must be dripping down my legs.
A man and a woman approached. They gently took my wrists and held my arms out.
Greg whispered in my ear from behind, “I’m here.”
Then, the group closed in on me. Fingers, lips, and breath seemed to envelop me. I tried to watch but was overwhelmed and closed my eyes. Every inch of me was touched, licked, or kissed. My legs began to quiver, and I realized the two holding my arms were there to keep me upright.
My legs spread of their own accord. I realized then any anxiety had left me. All I had was a desire, to be caressed, to be eaten, to be theirs in every way, and to cum while they watched. Someone was on their knees, tongue probing my pussy, then sucking gently on my clit. Another was behind me, holding my ass cheeks apart and licking my asshole. Oh….god!
Then I exploded. My orgasm did not rise slowly. Rather, it rushed upon me, with no opportunity to hold back. I moaned, writhed, then screamed as it continued.
Before it was even done, I was lifted onto my back, onto a padded bench of some sort. My legs were held up and spread. Every part of me was exposed to them. Mouths consumed my nipples; a woman kissed me as a cock entered me. The next orgasm seemed to rise in me even before the first one finished.
I lost track of time. My mouth held fingers, cocks, and tongues. After the first cock in me, they alternated, sometimes my ass was fucked. Other times my pussy. And, always, there were fingers or a tongue on my clit. It almost seemed I was in a single state of coming. Would my heart give out? I didn’t care. Being fucked to death was better than most alternatives.
Then it ended. I was left on the bench, arms at my side, legs slightly spread. A blanket was laid over me and then wrapped around me. I was carried like that back to the limo, finding myself on the seat, my head on Greg’s lap, as he gazed down at me.
“Are you ok?”
I could only answer with a nod of yes.
“Well, you are one of us now.”
“What? One of you?”
“Yes, you are in the group. You passed. No one gets in without what you just went through.”
“Even you?” I asked.
“Yes, even me,” Greg replied. “No room for boundaries with this group.”