Part Three SeXStoRY

Finally we make it out of the shower Charlie id getting ready and I start to dress in the new underwear that he had brought me. I slip the basque on and the feeling I get is sensual, the silky and lace touching my skin, I sit on the bed and roll up the stockings to my thighs and fasten to the suspenders. Fuck I think what am I supposed to wear to this “Masked Ball” I’ve got skirts and casual clothes but Charlie never said about a fucking ball. “He can be such a wanker at times “I think to myself. I pull the lacy panties up to my knees and before I can pull them up all the way Charlie comes in from the bath room is tight boxer shorts and I can see his cock well supported in them. He comes over to me and before I can final adjust my underwear he slips in two fingers in my pussy and says as he licks them quick “ I don’t want to forget how good you taste “ and the allows me to pull them up too cover my sex………………………………… Fuck Wendy looks stunning in underwear and I kiss her neck and shoulders as she pulls on the satin arm length gloves. There’s a knock at the door and I walk towards it as Wendy shouts “Your only in you boxers cover yourself up” but I answer it anyway. Tasha is standing there and looks down at my bulge I smile at her and Wendy moves to see what is happening. I kiss Tasha on the cheek and thank her for the delivery, I walk in with a large cover d****d over my arm and offer it out to Wendy, She says “what is it with you and that fucking Tasha are you fucking her” and I just smile and say she is just a acquaintance whom I know and no I am not fucking her and if you hate that much she will get what’s coming to her. I tell Wendy to close her eyes as I unzip the cover and I pull out Wendy’s ball gown…………………………………………………. Prom-Dresses-Sherri-Hill-Sherri_Hill_8300_white_gold_silver_8300-laci.jpg What the “FUCK” has he got me as Charlie unwraps the gown from the bag, it’s not something I’d buy at least he has made an effort for me to be dressed for the ball. I quickly slip into it and once on it doesn’t look too bad really, far to revealing for my like as everybody can nearly see my sex but if it pleases Charlie I go along with it for tonight only. I think we or I will be having words about this as I don’t want to end up as his dirty sex slut, I hope he wants me more than like it was before. Charlie comes out of the bathroom dress in tuxedo I have never seen him dressed up like this before and I must say he doesn’t scrub up too badly. main_img_inside.jpg As ask him if Tasha brought the dress for me as I don’t think he would have picked this dress for me, and the more I think of “Tasha” the more I’m beginning to hate her, Charlie laughs and promise me that he picked the dress and that all though he maybe not be the best guy he does have good dress sense. He takes my hand and we leave the room and enter the lift, there are 2 other couples in it and I look at the women dresses, I thought mine was revealing but these are almost nothing to them and one of them has her nipples showing through, fuck what type of Masked Ball is this going to be………………………….. We leave the lift we are given our masks a sliver sequined one for Wendy and a black one for me, Wendy holds my hand hard and bits her bottom lip as she see what is going around in front of her, they are groups of people some clothed some semi naked playing and touching each other, Wendy say “What have you brought me too an orgy”. I tell her not to worry as I will make sure that nothing will happen to her as I want her all to myself, Wendy gives me a small frown as I take her into the main ball room. We stop by a pillar and I explain to Wendy that on many times we have watched videos online but never together and both enjoyed various sexual scene mostly just female and male fucking but at times watch 3somes and even lesbians. I wanted Wendy to see and hopefully enjoy this night, and for both of us to explore her sexual fantasies even further. Wendy looks in amazement as couples fuck in front of each other and people stand around watching and in some cases touching and playing with them, I lead her towards a side room and whisper that she will get her revenge on Tasha now. She looks puzzled but as we move further into the room a group of people are all in a circle laughing and clapping, I push our way through and there in front of us is Tasha tied down onto a narrow table dressed in leather bondage outfit and having 4 cocks at the same time. One guy is mouth fucking her while she has one in each hand and the final on is in her shaven cunt……………………………………….. Seeing Tasha being gang fucked makes me want to turn and run out as much I as I hate her, but I watch on as she take the cocks with ease and I can see that she is really enjoying all the attention. Charlie tells me that these balls are held every few months and he has been before but only as a dance guest and as a treat for us he is now a member and that we are able to go to all the rooms to watch and even take part if we wish, I tell him that while I want to see what other people do I have no wish to take part in any of it and if he wants to join in, he will being doing it on his own as I am not into swapping. He laughs and say that there is no problems with my request but if you do want to touch anybody just tap they shoulder and if they nod it’s ok to join even if only watching close or just a little touch. untitled.png As I look around the room I can see 3 couples by a large leather couch and I take Charlie hand and lead him towards them. 2 couples are just standing while the girl is on her knees facing them and a guy is eating out her pussy and tonguing her bum, I watch her being rimmed out and suddenly feel wetness in my sex I try to adjust myself and slip my hand inside the opening of my dress, I am soaking and then I feel a hand over mine I freeze think that somebody is touching my sex and as I turn around Charlie is behind me probing my panties to my moist lips and pulling on my hood to rub and my clit. Charlie whisper to me that I should remove my panties for him to get better access of my sex and soon he is pulling at them and they are soon around my ankles and I just step out of them while the couples look on and Charlie is now fingering my pussy and I am enjoying every moment of it even with people watching me. One of the female from the couples comes over towards us and touches my shoulder, I stop in my tracks is she going to touch me I really have no interest in be touched by another women but I nod slightly and she gently parts my pussy lips with a soft warm finger……………………………………. My cock is solid as I watch Wendy being touched by another women and then the guy moves forward. I shake my head at him and mouth “sorry” as I know that Wendy does not want to be pawed by strangers and thank the female for the attention she has showed us but we will be saying our good nights. I take Wendy’s hand and we walk back passed Tasha who now has her pussy and bum hole filled with cock and women pulling at her hard nipples and while 3 other guys are wanking off around her face shooting they load over her mouth and tits. Wendy says” she deserves that for being a little slut” And I take her hand and lead her into the lift. We make our way toward our room and I tell Wendy that now it is our turn to have fun and I push her against the bedroom door and drop to my knees lapping at her expose cunt and eating at her sweet pussy lips……………………….

Unwillingly Seduced, Part Three SeXStoRY

I stood at the beginning of the pier, cell to my ear, looking back at Slainte, at *him*. Waiting for his order, to tell me what I wanted to do and how to do it, feeling small and needy...and desperate. “Tell me what to do...” I heard him chuckle over the cell, “First, in your purse, is there a pen?” I dug into my purse and actually found a ballpoint pen, “Yes.” I watched him smile. He tapped his mouth as if in thought. ...fucking tell me... A contented sigh came over the phone, “Very good. Still want to do this?” ...of course I do, I NEED to... “Yes.” “Good girl. Now listen: I want you to walk to end of the pier. But. The pen will be in your mouth. As far back as you can, pressing the corners as much as you can. I want your wrists crossed behind you. You will walk that way to the end of the pier and then back to me. Understand so far?” “Yes.” Another chuckle, “Good girl. Now here's the thing. If anyone talks to you, you cannot remove the pen, you cannot remove your hands from behind you, you can respond, but you will have to do it with the pen in your mouth. Even if you start to drool, you drool, you will let it happen. Understand?” “Yes.” “Good girl. You're like pet you know that? Me calling you a good girl...are you my pet?” “No.” *...yes...* “Too bad. But you are going to do what I say, aren't you?” “Yes.” A brief pause, “Good girl. And why is that?” Flash of anger, “You know why.” I could see the smug smile, “Say it.” I started to tremble, “No.” “Now, Suzy...I won't give you the order, if you don't say it...” A pleading tone to my voice that I hated, “Please...don't...” “Say it, and I will give you want. Say it, Suzy, say it before I hang up.” Whispering as people walked by me, “I will do what you tell me to do....” “Because?” My voice trembled, “Because I need it. Because I want it.” “And...? I closed my eyes, “Because I'm a good girl.” Silence. He just looked at me. I could hear him breathing. ...please don't hang up... “Be a good girl and do what you are told.” My hands shook as I dropped the phone into my purse. I brought out the pen and with both hands I placed it into my mouth. Over my tongue, pushing back, pressure in the corners of my small mouth, jaws clenching at the pen, lips meeting each other. I crossed my wrists behind my back slowly. People passing by, not looking at me. Just tourists wrapped up in their own little adventures. I walked along the pier. It wasn't crowded, but plenty of people were about. Walking, talking, taking pictures. Would I wind up in a picture? Would someone download their photos and see me, wondering what I was doing? Would they know? Would I be in their imaginations? ...yes, I want that, oh yes... I got to the end of the pier and stopped. I watched the water taxi come in. Just then a gust of wind blew off the harbor and lifted up my skirt. My heart raced as I looked down, fighting the urge to hold my skirt down with my hands. The wind kept gusting, my skirt flapping around as I stood at the end of the pier. The water taxi came closer. I stood up straight, mouth gagged by a pen, my hands immovable behind me, skirt blowing up, showing the white lace panties, barely covering me. ...look at me... People laughing, taking pictures while I stood there. Not knowing the good girl standing in front of them. ...I'm here, look at me, I want to feel your eyes on me... One man on the water taxi gave me a curious look. My skirt came up again. He blinked, camera in hand. ...you see me, oh you DO see me... The boat started it's turn around the end of the pier to its dock. The man licked his lips. He raised his camera halfway. ...you KNOW, don't you... The wind gusted, caressing my thighs, making me shiver. The man brought the camera up, focused. ...you WANT me to be bad, don't you... I saw the flash of his camera. I wanted him to take more pictures. The boat was almost past me. I turned my head, face down, eyes looking up, at him, the unknown man on the boat. I pushed out my chest. The wind made one final gust, skirt up and away, panties for all to see but only one man knew. One, man whose name I don't know, and will never see again. There was another flash from his camera. ...I...AM...a bad girl, a naughty girl...and you KNOW it and we both just LOVE it, don't we... He mouthed a “thank you” to me. I nodded. This will be his memory of Baltimore. Not Fort McHenry, not the Inner Harbor but a simple boat ride. An unknown girl letting her skirt fly up, showing off her lace panties, looking to be bound and gagged....he even has pictures to remember me by. I walked back along the pier. Ignored by the throngs. Not knowing about the good and dirty girl walking just next to them. ...it feels delicious... I crossed the cobblestone street. The old Homicide set passing behind me. People laughing, walking their dogs. Meanwhile the dirty, good girl is walking with her wrists behind her as if bound, trying not to let drool seep over her chin. I walked to him. Stood in front of him. Hands behind me, the pen causing my jaws to get sore. “You're such a good girl.” ...no, I'm not... “You can stop now.” ...I don't want to... “Suzy...” ...please, no... He looked around and said in a low voice, “Now, Suzy. Now.” I slowly let my wrists down. The were stiff. I had to concentrate to open my mouth to take the pen out. I held it in my hand. Just looking at it. I felt a tickle on my chin. My hands shook as I wiped the saliva off. I looked up. All I saw was his back. As he walked away.... (End of Part Three)