7 comments/ 46896 views/ 1 favorites A Whisper & Too Many Drinks By: TBA_UK The bedroom was completely black and deathly quiet, but Edyth woke in a cold sweat and a spinning room. Her dreams or mind had been filled with a kaleidoscope of bright flashing lights and all too real images of leering faces and groping hands. Gripped with panic and a sudden nauseous, she could only hope to make it to the bathroom before she would throw up. As she sat up in the bed and pulled back the quilt, a sickening feeling washed over her as she saw multiple bruises and welts all over her naked body. Her body started to shake and the need to throw up forced her from the bed and into the bathroom. After what seemed like an eternity of emptying her stomach, which was the followed by a bad case of dry heaves she was finally able to compose herself. As her mind frantically searched for pieces from last night, she remembered, being with her neighbour, Bev. With both their husbands out of town she had agreed to go out for dinner and movie with her. She remembered eating at Delvechio's, and then going for a drink because the movie wasn't starting until later in the evening. They had gone to the Palamino for just a couple of drinks, but a couple turned into a few and within a couple of hours they were beginning to feel the effect of the drinks. Then the afternoon turned in evening and they decided to stay at the bar for a while and then call it a night. At some point, the time or leaving hadn't been an issue as both women were having a good time. It had been interesting and entertaining, especially when men kept coming over to the table, supplying them with drinks as they flirted with them. At first, she had been flattered and pleased with all the attention she was getting; but as the evening wore on and the more drinks were consumed she found the attention and conversation was becoming rough around the edges. Especially when a man slid next to her in the booth, he was big, older, with a gruff voice, and had put his sweaty hand on her thigh and squeezed it, "Let's you and me go have some action." She remembered smiling over at him and saying, "I beg your pardon?" "Let's fuck," he whispered in her ear. Even though she was feeling the drinks, she had reacted as if punched hit in the face. She looked at the man, astonished, not believing if she had heard him right. "Let's fuck!" He man repeated. "I'd like to fuck you to within an inch of your life. I'd like to fuck you until you beg me to stop." As best she could, she turned him down and had been called a bitch before he stormed off. No sooner had he left when he was replaced with someone new and the flow of men around their table suddenly increased. As more men arrived at the table, so did the flow of drinks and she knew she was getting drunker by the minute, and at one point had pushed her drink away and upset several others. Everyone laughed and no one seemed to mind, instead the men kept ordering more drinks for her. As the evening dragged on, she had surprised by herself when she started looking around the bar, trying to find the man who had whispered in her ear. Even though he had been crude and vulgar, his words kept echoing inside her mind, creating lewd visions of a couple, naked, fucking in a hotel room. She had been totally shocked and indignant by what he had whispered in her ear, but... had been totally aroused! No one had ever dared talked to her like that before ... ever! The more she thought about his suggestion, how obscene and insulting it had been, a little smile played about her sensuous lips. She never did see the man again. Apparently he had left, lost in the darkness. Even so, the words of the stranger growled in her ear stayed in her head. The very audacity of it! He had suggested they go off somewhere and do obscene things together, and she didn't even know his name! For the first time in her life, she felt her body racked with an emotion that hit her with a fury and intensity she had never even dreamed of before. She found every single nerve in her body tingling with arousal. She sat in the booth as if in a trance, her eyes looking far off and slightly glazed, her lips slightly parted as she felt a lewdness throbbing in her pulse as she wondered: Could I do that, with a stranger? Although men were talking to her, she had been oblivious to what they were saying. Instead, she just sat there feeling a creeping tingle rhythmically pounding throughout her aroused body. For a few reckless moments, she allowed herself to imagine what it would be like to be naked and alone with a strange man. She let herself think about what it would be like to be naked and drinking with a stranger. More than that, to be naked and vulnerable in front of a stranger like the one who whispered in her ear! To be totally naked and at the mercy of someone who was coarse and vulgar and used her like a whore! To have some hairy man manhandle her soft naked body, to do obscene things, be forced to do things! Her daydreaming was broken when a drink was shoved in her hand, and Bev was shouting in her ear. "Hey, this is CJ; I want you to meet Edyth." Bev explained that CJ was a friend and was going to join them for a drink. She had looked into the sweating face of a man who was in good shape. When he looked at her face, and then looked up and down her body, had been unnerving, for it was almost as if he had guessed what she had been thinking. He almost made her feel naked the way he looked at her breasts and then downward to the "v" where her vagina nestled behind her dress. Normally her instinct was to distrust and avoid people like him, but she was feeling no pain and was completely swept up in the excitement and fun of the night: This was going to be something she would remember for a long while. She giggled, realizing there were already things that she didn't dare tell her husband about, especially about the foul-mouthed man. She shook her head again, more to get the images out of her mind only to be faced by the red sweating face of CJ. He had a drink in either hand. He looked at Edythe and held out a glass. "Here, looks like you could use this." Dumbly, she nodded. Still feeling guilty and embarrassed by her reaction to what the man had said to her. More, she felt guilty about what she had felt. She wasn't sure why she told Bev and CJ what the man had said to her earlier, but she remembered regretting it after, totally surprised by Bev's reaction. Bev's eyebrows lifted. "I wish someone would say that to me! I'm not so sure I would have minded." Then, pointing a finger at her. "Listen, don't try and tell me you weren't excited." She couldn't admit the feeling that was still churning in her. "You mean you'd like to do that?" "Like it? I don't think that's the word," Bev said. "The point is it's exciting as hell." "Exciting?" pretending to be shocked. "God, yes. Listen! There isn't a woman alive who hasn't, at one time or another, wondered about a scene like that." "Do you mean to imply you have?" she was still acting shocked. In fact, she really was. She never suspected that Bev would be so honest. "Sure. Every woman has wondered what it would be like to be a whore! Every woman has wanted to be treated like that! Just once! Admit it, haven't you?" Bev smiled. Both CJ and Bev looked at her face, waiting for an answer, and she felt it turn crimson and hastily drained her glass. CJ had instantly waved for another round at the waiter. The conversation died out as they sat and drank, each with their thoughts. It wasn't lost on either CJ or Bev that she had failed to answer Bev's question. They continued to drink, until Bev said excitedly. "I'm too excited to call it a night. Let's do something exciting?" "Like what?" she had been grateful for the conversation as it stopped her from thinking about the man. In fact, she had thought with considerable excitement about what it would be like to be treated so obscenely and roughly. Another involuntary shudder went through her, and she hoped that neither noticed. "I don't feel like calling it a night, either," she said, surprising herself. Bev playfully punched CJ on the arm. "Amuse us. What would you do? Where would you take us?" CJ smiled and drained his glass, ordering still another round. "Well, last week I took some clients to Alto's." They wanted to go slumming." Bev's face glowed. She looked at her. "What do you say?" She had been dubious. She had had enough for one night. It was getting late and she already had drunk too much and done things she shouldn't have. Already there were things she felt she couldn't tell her husband. "Come on," Bev chided, good-naturedly. It was almost as if she were reading her thoughts. "We'll see the seamy side of things." "I don't think so." She drank along with her, grinning mischievously. She blinked at the two full drinks that were sitting in front of her. She had to admit that it was an exciting night, smiling, she picked up her new drink and toasted CJ and Bev. Why not? "Okay," she breathed and they both laughed. "Where are we going?" CJ was acting just a little drunk now. "Altos, they have rippers." Bev turned to CJ. "Let's get the hell out of here." The three of them laughed and put their arms around one another and finished their drinks. CJ paid the bill, then drunkenly they weaved, giggling and laughing, out of the bar, holding each other up. In the taxi, she recalled mumbling about, "I'm smashed. I'm going to pay for this tomorrow!" They all laughed. The long ride to Altos was one of continual laughing and giggling. She had sat crammed between Bev and CJ. Both of them had their arms around her, and she was feeling wonderfully naughty and daring. She felt she was going to remember this night for a long time to come. They arrived in Altos laughing and joking, piling out of the cab and staggering around on the sidewalk. One look told her they were in a sleazy neighbourhood. The street was lined with cheap bars with sagging rooming houses above them. Heavy rock came from one bar, techno from another, as people spilled out onto the sidewalk, laughing and staggering, or couples pushing into the dark bars. The block was renowned for its strip joints and hookers, and they worked night and day, bumping and grinding it out. Finally they came to Altos. From the door you could see the brightly lighted stage with a variety of girls in various stages of undress. What happened next she wasn't sure, all she heard was Bev's voice off in the distance and then being a part of a crowd moving inside the club. She let herself be guided in the pitch black. CJ had his hands around her waist while someone else, behind her, cupped their hands high on her buttocks. At first, she jumped when she felt the hands; they were brazenly cupping the cheeks of her ass. She could feel the warm fingers through her dress and flimsy panties. Unsure, scared and still experiencing the thrill from earlier, she reasoned, drunkenly, it was dark and no one could see and felt good. The small, dimly lit bar was crowded and she found herself up against the bar. Most of the people in the bar were men and most of them were drinking beer from bottles and watching the stage at one end of the bar. It was a small stage, big enough for one person to stand and do a little dancing. The amplifiers were vibrating with a rock tune, and a young girl was dancing up on the stage. In the dark, the hands continued to caress her buttocks softly, and at the same time, CJ's arm was around her waist, his big hand sliding over her stomach. She felt totally wicked, and seductively leaned back against the hands on her ass, the thrill sent a wave of electric tingles up and down her spine and her pulse raced erratically. She was stunned by the flood of licentious arousal coursing through her body, thrilling her in an immoral way. She was shocked by her receptive and lewd reaction to being fondled. Furtively, she looked around to see if anyone was noticing her, as her breath was coming in ragged gasps, and she felt an excruciatingly tight and hot hunger in her groin. Her panties felt too tight for her, fitting over her own wetly throbbing cunt. She could feel the hot aching moisture of her pussy dampening the band of her panties, and she crossed her legs in a desperate hope that she could relieve the need she was so suddenly aware of. She closed her fluttering eyelids and squeezed her legs together and wished, despite herself, for the unknown man in the bar! She opened her eyes and looked at the stripper with a calculating eye. Her mind took off, thinking how thrilling it would be to be treated like a whore. The new found desire she admitted to herself sent a lewd shudder of excitement through her quivering young belly, and she tried hard to control herself, to stop her breasts from heaving and her legs from trembling. The girl was down to a bra and thong. She was young and had a slender body with a slim waist and big breasts that bounced and quivered as she danced. She was wearing high heels that helped exhibit her shapely legs and figure all the more. Her eyes and wet lips making a sultry expression, as she lewdly thrust her groin out. Idly, her fingers toyed with the black thong. "Take it off!" a voice yelled from the dark audience. Slightly drunk, she cocked an eyebrow. She leaned back and turned her head, and to CJ and the unknown man said. "I could do better than that!" As if to answer her, the unknown hands gently kneaded the vibrant flesh of her hips and let his fingers slip lower to gently feel the voluptuous curves of her ass cheeks and that velvety tingling place where her cheeks met up between her legs. She felt as if her face was on fire as she slowly and wantonly wiggled her hips and buttocks back at the exploring fingers She remembered CJ, who had been enjoying her lewd motion with his hand and arm, looked down at her and asked, "What?" She had licked her lips. Her mouth was bone dry from repressed excitement. "I said I could do better than that." CJ looked blearily at the stage, at the young stripper who held the curtain between her writhing thighs and ground a rhythm out. "Bullshit! No way!" he laughed. With Bev forgotten, she turned her face to CJ and then to the unknown man, went to say something, instead they all laughed together. CJ and the man continued their fondling, becoming more intimate by the second. Their hands were getting a little bold. Surprisingly she laughed from the tension and excitement and found that she was in a wild drunken mood. It was like something was in the air and this was not going to be an ordinary night in her life, and then, she began dancing, her feet in place, only her body moving in a sensuous rhythm in time to the music. She let her hips do a slow bump and grind, imitating the girl on the stage, yet it came out as wanton and sexy. She started to move like a slut, and the feeling she got from it was daring and exciting. CJ and the unknown man let go of her and pushed away, giving her a little room in which to dance. Closing her eyes and running her hands through her blonde hair, she let herself go and was surprised by her carnal thoughts as she let her hips sway and pump licentiously. It just happened; none of it planned, just started dancing, finding herself being carried away by the moment. She opened her eyes to see she was dancing in the dark, surrounded by tightly oblique faces. Men were all around her, lots of leering faces, CJ and the unknown man grinning, more and more faces turning towards her as she danced. She closed her eyes, lost in the rhythm, dancing with her arms held away from her body. Her curving hips swaying with a slow, liquid lewdness. The men watched with tight, evil smiles, obvious to everyone that she was lost in a wanton mood and trance. As she danced her full sensuous lips slowly parted and formed an innocent slack smile that showed clean white teeth. Her eyes fluttered open, only to melt away laden with lust It was obvious she had too much to drink, every once in a while catching herself with an unplanned hip movement. As she danced and moved around, the men moved followed, always maintaining a ring around her, and always guiding her towards centre stage. She could hear the music getting louder, more soulful, her body staying in sync as she moved toward the sound. Everything moved in slow motion, the sensuous way she ran her open hands seductively up and down her lovely long thighs, up over the swell of her breasts, only to start all over again. As she moved closer to the stage, the ring opened up and she saw the brightly lit empty stage. Her eyes had become distant and smoky, the stage beckoning her, like a magnet. Her smile broadened as she stepped up on the stage and stood with her back to the audience, her hands tangled in her thick, blond hair. She stood with her back to the audience, pausing for a second. Then slowly, in time with the deep rhythm of the music she thrust out her smooth, round buttocks and let them undulate and rotate in a wanton, provocative, teasing gyration. She heard the groan and could feel and smell the heat from the audience, and just for a moment, she wasn't thinking much ... she was feeling. She was feeling shameless and lewd than she ever imagined she could. Her body and mind was out of control, driven by arousal and a desperate need for release. Each breast was attacked by multiple erotic impulses, teasing her nipples to attention, her breasts rising and falling with each deep probe. The fire had spread throughout her body, attacking her throbbing pussy, causing her to quickly gasp for breath. She continued to flaunt her beautifully shaped ass at the audience, before seductively turning around to face them, her back arched, her proud breasts thrust out. Then she obscenely thrust her pelvis out at the men, followed by a sultry rhythmic gyration. She closed her eyes, her body swayed methodically in time to the music, her pelvis pumping lazily back and forth, fucking an imaginary partner. A film of perspiration spread over her face and her pick tongue ran seductively over her pouting lips, tasting the salty taste of her sweat. Her head rolling around, her eyes unfocused as her mind washed away in sensual oblivion. Up on the stage, she became one sensuous motion, her hips moving freely, as if they had a mind of their own. Her body continued it sensual motion as her hands moved slowly up over her breasts, gently caressing them before sliding each one inside the top of her dress. A soft moan escaped from her lips as she slowly slipped the dress and bra straps off her shoulders, and then down and off her arms. In one smooth motion she reached behind herself with both hands, her fingers toying with the hook. The clasp popped free and the bra fell forward into her waiting hands, she held the flimsy material briefly, before taking her hands away, letting it float to the floor. Naked from the waist up she arched her back, as if to absorb the heat from the stage lights, instead it only caused her firm, round breasts to appearing swelling with pride. The men quickly surrounded the stage as she started to move her hips with deliberate determination. Eyes closed she lifted her arms, letting her fingers tangle in her thick, blonde hair, thrusting out her breasts even more. Slowly opening her eyes she saw all the men looking at her naked breasts, at the dark pointed nipples that were as hard as bullets, betraying the searing arousal racing inside her. She quickly moved her hands to cover them up. Unfortunately, her hands cupped her breasts as if she were offering them to each and every man present. She could feel beads of sweat forming on her shoulders and torso, as it snaked seductively down her milky-white cleavage, the wet sheen calling attention to how perfect her firm breasts were. She looked down at the men as they sipped their beer, licking their lips in anticipation and staring hungrily at her, causing her whole body to shudder as her hot pussy juices exploded, soaking her panties and thighs. A Whisper & Too Many Drinks Ch. 02 Edyth felt the cold morning air gradually creep over her body and quickly adjusted the thermostat before putting on the robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door. She sat huddled on the edge of the bathtub; even cuddled inside the thick robe she could not escape the shakes or tremors. As if in a trance, she stood and turned on the faucets, allowing the bottom of the bath to fill a little before pouring in the perfumed bubble-bath. In one fluid motion, without waiting for the thick liquid to dissolve she stepped out of her robe and sat down in the steaming water. She slid back with her eyes closed as if about to go to sleep, while her hands moved the hot water lazily over her body. A soft moan escaped from her slightly parted lips as her bruised body relaxed to the therapeutic heat and the white scented bubbles consuming her reclining figure. Afterwards, she rubbed herself with scented lotion from head to toe, gently massaging the bruises and welts. She closed her mind tightly against the memory of the previous evening and for the time being decided to think about it later. Mentally and physically drained she felt the need for more sleep, and for now all other thoughts were pushed from her mind. She returned to the bedroom and curled beneath the crumpled sheet, her body finding comforting warmth, her mind returning to the abyss of dreams. Even in sleep, she could not escape the reality of the situation; because deep down, there were no excuses, just the locked away rhythmic beat of an emotionally charged passion. Again and again her subconscious replayed the events of the previous evening, noiseless moans as her mind relived in slow motion her licentious behaviour. Her head rolled back and forth on the pillow, trying to avoid the return of illusory hands, faces and drinks floating towards her. The never-ending river of alcohol, combined with that deep suggestive voice taking her to a point where she became aroused by her own lewd thoughts. Combined they propelled her with the needed bravado and encouragement to participate with reckless abandon; even when it became apparent that she knew of the photos and videos she allowed to be taken. Her mind screamed. "No! It was the alcohol!" as it spiralled out of control and her subconscious became incited by her acts of wanton exhibition and the uncontrollable arousal. The ever returning images of her dancing completely naked, her breasts glistening in sweat and hips obscenely thrusting forward in sexual offering, stoked the fires of latent desire between her thighs. Even in sleep, her subconscious capitulated, her inner thigh muscles tightening in a futile effort to stop the electrifying tingles of sensation from rapidly taking over her body. Somewhere of in the dark recess of her mind she heard a soft low murmur of heated desire, and could feel the ache and throb in her nipples as they hardened into turgid bullets. Faint sensation of her hips moving up off the bed in slow and seductive circles, her quivering thighs slowly spread opening, beckoning. She awoke with a start, her cunt throbbing and oozing her juices. She quickly sat up, her body drenched with sweat and an incredible thirst, her breathing laboured and deep. She groaned aloud and held her head with both hands and fell back on the bed. It took another bath, two cups of coffee and three cigarettes before a calm, composed awareness returned. She reasoned that even if the drinks had loosened her resolve to the point where she too was aroused by what was going on around her, she conceded, something else had changed her drastically, some dormant hedonistic desires that she had no control over. It had been three long days since that night. She had not talked to or heard from Bev, which only complicated the situation. With her patience wearing thin by the day, it didn't take her long to decide and reason out her options. In fact, it had been frightfully simple: she could continue to do or say nothing, waiting to see if the whole incident blew over, or force the issue and put resolution to everything. She was more scared by what she didn't know about herself, rather than the consequence of her indiscretions. She rationalized that the answers she was looking for lay in her own reaction, not with Bev, CJ or the endless number of drinks she consumed; it was already there, waiting for the right time and catalyst. In fact, it had been mere words that had ignited her impious thoughts and actions, with the capability to change her life. So far she had successfully separated her thoughts and feelings, isolating them completely, while maintaining a semblance of order in her personal life. Her family or co-workers gave no indication of any change in her personality. In fact, for most part life went on as normal, however, for her each day brought more conflicting thoughts of right and wrong, and a sinking feeling that her little piece of the world was about to come crashing down. Everything going on around her seemed too surreal; like the calm before the storm. She finally popped the last button closed and then looked over at the mirror. The dress had a conservative look, soft blue with a subtle white trim, flaring smartly over her hips and stopping about six inches below her knees. She felt a warm flush spread over her face as the light shining behind her passed seductively through the thin dress and outlined her smooth legs. She quickly noticed that it didn't matter what way she turned, both legs were clearly visible when the light was directly behind her. Under the dress she had on blue stretch lace stay-up stockings with elastic tops, a small expanse of soft, white flesh tapering up towards royal blue satin bikini panties. She straightened herself up and looked at her breasts supported by a royal blue demi-meshed bra; the thin straps invisible from the back of the dress. She was ready. While she waited for the cab to arrive she looked through the yellow pages for a place to go. After a few moments she found the perfect place, The Charter Lounge, not as seedy as Alto's or as high-end as the Palamino Club. The Charter advertised afternoon strip jamborees, a dance floor and reasonably priced rooms. She felt a tinge of guilt creep inside her mind, astonished that she felt no remorse at what she was intending to do, preparing for the unknown and determined to leave the word no out of her vocabulary. She heard the cab pull up in the driveway, after closing the phone book; she grabbed her purse before leaving the house. If there had been any concerns or fears about what she was doing, they were left outside the cab, when the door closed. Forty minutes later she was standing outside The Charter Club, listening to the loud beat of the music from inside, as it matched her thumping heart. Shaking with a mixture of fear and excitement, she took a deep breath before going inside. She stopped outside the lounge, and peeked inside. It was like a time warp, the lounge resembling something from the seventies, loud thumping music and an endless onslaught of multi-coloured laser lights dancing everywhere. There were about twenty people sitting throughout the lounge and three couples on the dance floor; participating in seductive thigh fucking dances. Before she had even entered the lounge her panties were already damp, having worked there way up between the lips of her pussy, and she could already feel a tingling sensation all over from a warm glow permeating throughout her. She smiled inwardly; realizing how much she enjoyed the erotic feeling of just walking, especially when a man off to the side stared explicitly at her. Without a thought, she turned towards him, knowing the erratic flashing of the lights was shining through her dress. She was more than conscious of the stares directed at her as she made her way around the dance floor towards a table, a task made more difficult because of her high heels. She knew there was nothing she could do to stop her hips from the sultry sway directly in front of the ogling men, for that matter she didn't care. No sooner had she slid into a booth beside the dance floor when a waitress appeared to take her order. She ordered a Bloody Mary, and then asked when the jamboree would start, hiding her disappointment that it would be in a couple of hours. Two drinks later she was starting to think this was a bad idea, when she found herself looking directly into the steel blue eyes of a huge dark-haired man, asking her to dance. Even though her mind blurted out no, she kept her promise to herself and slid effortlessly from the booth, taking his hand. No sooner had they joined the couples on the dance floor, when he immediately pulled her towards him, his thick arms closing possessively around. Her breath was knocked from her as her breasts were crushed against the man's strong body. It was if her body could automatically produce its own aphrodisiac hormones as her nipples erupted into instant hardness straining against the thin, sheer material of her dress with the sudden movement. She tried to move back a little, only to have him tighten his grip around her waist and pulling her tighter. The longer she stayed on the dance floor and the rhythm of the music increased in tempo, so did her body's involuntary movements. She felt herself gently pushing away from the man, her hips rolling sensually to the beat, perfectly in tune with her bouncing breasts. She remained dancing, completely consumed by her actions, wantonly naked in her mind, her body and mind on fire. She looked over at her partner, noticing the beads of perspiration glistening on his forehead. His excitement only incited the fire smouldering between her legs as she seductively snaked her arms up and down her lithe body, before embracing her throat as her head rolled from side to side. Her hips began a slow lewd grind, enticingly offering herself to her partner; enticingly licking her dry lips as he moved closer. Their body's inches apart from each other, when his leg snaked between hers legs rubbing up against her grinding pelvis, and she responded by bending backward and forward in the most primitive motion. She watched his hand find its way around her waist pulling her closer to him, until his rock hard cock rubbed up against her rotating pelvis. Her mouth was opening, breathing heavily, incited by the growing fire inside her, enjoying the naughty way his hand had spread over her ass, kneading the responsive flesh while they danced. She whimpered as he whispered raw but distinctly complimentary remarks about the soft supple feel of her ass, while the rhythm of the music changed to a slow sultry beat. During the dance he unceremoniously fondled her breasts, before sliding his hand inside her dress to rub and roll the nipples through the fabric of her bra. The dance was now a mere exercise for open foreplay, his fingers working diligently at her throbbing nipples, while they were dancing slowly around shuffling in each other's arms. What seemed like an eternity of dancing finally ended; and he removed his hand from her ass and his fingers from inside her dress, before they made there way back to her table. As they slid into the booth she grabbed her drink from the table and quickly took a deep swallow, quenching her thirst. Before she could compose her thoughts his hand had already moved down to her lap and had already opened a button and slipped beneath her dress, causing her to fidget uncomfortably. She made no attempt to stop him, instead, she allowed his hand free license to gently knead and roam without restraint on the soft warm thigh. Not surprised by the swiftness and boldness of his self-assured behaviour, she felt her body take pleasure in the stimulation, subconsciously encouraging his audacious actions. In fact, she couldn't stop the moan escaping from her lips or his tongue from slithering inside her mouth as his lips crushed down on hers. While the fingers of his hand traced the outline of her panties, his other hand held her face to his. What seemed like hours had only been seconds when he finally broke the kiss and removed his hand from beneath her dress. She felt light-headed and could not stop her head from sinking back against the supple booth cushion. Her body was totally immobile, as she fought to control her fluctuating breathing, as he suggested that they go somewhere more private and quieter. Still in a bewildered reverie at the speed everything was happening, she readily accepted his arm returning to her waist and his hand spreading open to gently massage her stomach, before nudging her from the booth. As if in a trance she willingly obeyed him as he guided her trembling body back across the dance floor towards a pair of open doors off in the corner of the lounge. They walked through the doorway and were half way down the hall, when he suddenly stopped her in her tracks, and she felt herself being pulled tightly against him. Uncertain of what was happening, she allowed herself to relax and indulge in the diligent gently kneading of her quivering stomach, before his hand slithered furtively downward over her abdomen and pushed her thin dress between her trembling thighs. She gasped as he moved his hand from between her thighs, sliding back up and over her stomach, and then back down between her thighs. In a matter of seconds her body began its own private undulation to parallel his hand's steady up-and-down rhythm. Then just as quickly as it started, it stopped, and they were moving again! Her perspective of time, space and motion was lost in a momentary state of disorientation, and she was stunned to find herself already in a huge room. The size and style of the room was multi-functional, one part was obviously the office area as it had a large oak desk and boardroom table, across from those was a well-stocked bar and a huge couch with two matching chairs. She noticed two adjoining room with the doors already open. She couldn't see clearly into one of the rooms and assumed it was a bathroom, because she saw a king-sized bed in the other, and instantly felt a foreboding shiver come over her, knowing full what that room was for. She was startled from her thoughts and observations when she heard a different voice, deep and clear, welcoming her. She looked over at from where the voice came from and saw a non-descript man staring intently at her. For one brief moment she felt her heart throb and a flash of trepidation at what was going on around her. At first she had felt no wavering coming to the room with her dance partner, but knowing that a second person would be involved was suddenly very disconcerting. "This is a pleasant surprise!" he said, in a soft calming drone, as if allowing her a little time to come to terms with the situation. But there was no look of surprise in his voice or eyes; instead it was a look that he knew why she was here. She could sense an ominous foreboding pervading throughout her mind and for the first time since leaving her house, she felt that things were slowly slipping from her control and was in over her head. He suggested that she relax and make herself comfortable, as if they were old friends, maintaining his suave persona. "My name is Devlin Conrad. Of course, you already know Mark?" He smiled, acknowledging her dance partner who was already sitting comfortably on a couch. She looked over at the smiling Mark who winked back at her, blushing when he patted the cushion beside him on the couch. She allowed herself an inward smile, suddenly realizing that she didn't know his name, and then sat down beside him. Devlin walked over to the bar and fixed them all a drink and came over to her and handed her a glass. She took it from him gratefully and took a long swallow, before moving forward to the edge of the couch, he smiled and sat down next to her, trapping her between the two men. They sat quietly for a few moments, sipping at their drinks. The room shrouded by an incredible atmosphere of suspension, as if each were waiting for the other to make the first move. The agonizing silence was broken when Devlin excused himself for a few minutes, explaining that he had some business calls to make. She sighed, thankful that he was leaving, noticing that he went into the bedroom to make, she placed her empty glass on the table and allowed herself to relax back against the cushions. She saw Mark put his glass on the table, and gasped when his hand reached down to the bottom of her dress and began unsnapping the buttons, stopping half way up the thighs, then his hand slid beneath the dress just above her knee. His cold eyes holding hers, staring intently at her, as she felt her body shake as a warm tingle raced up her spine. His hand felt hot on her leg, and she felt it moving methodically as it continued its strategic caressing and teasing, prowling up along the nylon covered length. Even though she knew they were not alone in the room, or that Devlin could return at any minute she offered no resistance or made any attempt to stop his hand or its intention. Her mind emotionally justified this was way she was here, to answer her own immoral desires, and she submitted to the unbridled quivering sensations building between her legs. Her thighs shuddered with the sudden stimulation and the warmth being generated; her cunt began to throb and secrete her musky scented juices as his fingers moved methodically upwards. She purred, her thighs parting slightly, and her pussy began to throb in wanton expectancy. Then his dexterous fingers moved across the bare expanse of her soft thigh, tormenting her skin with its devious manipulations. Involuntarily, her pelvis arched forwards as his index finger traced a slow trail up and down the damp crevice of her panty covered pussy, before snaking under the elastic band, sliding smoothly into the wetness of her hotly trembling cunt. She breathed deeply, clenching her eyes when the thickness of his finger moved around deep inside her aroused cunt, causing her to grind her hips down into the cushion. His finger followed her hips, continuing its rhythmic probing. She felt a glow of embarrassment when Devlin came back into the room, standing in front of them, watching with a lewd smile on his face. She didn't know what to say or do; her mind and body's attention was on the thick finger snaking wetly inside her aroused pussy, spawning waves of overwhelming sensations throughout her cunt. She purred through clenched teeth, although she felt flushed and uncomfortable Mark didn't remove his exploring finger from beneath her skirt, even though Devlin had sat back down beside her. A transitory sense of anguish raged through her, only to subside when Mark removed the probing finger from beneath her dress. Then she looked over at him staring deeply into his eyes, he began to roll his cum-drenched finger between her accepting soft lips, smoothly slithering the finger inside her slowly opening mouth. Instinctively her mouth sucked at his probing finger, her tongue snaking around it before sliding seductively over her pouting lips, and for the first time she tasted her own juices. She was disappointed when his finger left her mouth, only to purr contently when his hand slithered back beneath her skirt again. The hand moved with purpose and did not stop until his middle finger was inside the crotch band of panties; she whimpered softly as the finger parted her enflamed pussy lips and deeply entrenched itself back into the hot wetness of her trembling cunt. She heard him ask her how his finger felt, as his teasing his finger increased its exploration inside the hot dank pit of her pussy. Her lips parting slightly, as if to answer, instead all she heard was her own ragged breathing, the only response she had to his finger's deliberate and determined assault between the blood engorged folds of her pussy. She could feel beads of perspiration starting to appear on her brow, and her mind spiralling in a free fall A Whisper & Too Many Drinks Ch. 02 She could feel her head rolling lazily from side to side, and for a brief second her lust glazed eyes watched in slow motion as Devlin stirred beside her, it felt surreal to have him that close, watching Mark snaking his finger inside her pussy. She closed her eyes, sensing that he too, was immensely enjoying the scene unfolding on the couch. She could hear Mark's hot whispers in her ear; he was not only exciting her with his intimate touches, but with lewd and vulgar words. "You like to be finger-fucked, can you feel my fat fingers fucking inside your hot cunt, that's it Edyth, squirm, wiggle! Is that deep enough for you, hmmmmm, you feel finger licking good! Don't you wish it was a cock instead? Do you want me to fuck you now, or should Devlin fuck you, or maybe we should both fuck you? That's what you want, that's why you came wasn't it? To be fucked!" Each word burned into her fervently aroused mind, and she moaned loudly as the urgency in her body took over and screamed for sexual release! Her hips began a slow, forward circular motion, at the same time her legs spreading wider to allow her pussy greater access to the finger deep inside her. She arched her back as her pussy was ravaged by electrical pinpricks, instantly causing her cunt walls to constrict tightly around the finger. For a brief moment she captured the thick finger, saturating it with her hot cunt juices, before her hips began to move smoothly up and down. She turned slightly, her glassy eyes watching Devlin's fingers undoing the remaining buttons on her dress. In slow motion she felt his hand slip under dress and move around to her back, stopping only to unclasp her bra. While his hand gently eased her back away from the couch, his other hand slid the sides of the dress and bra straps off her shoulders, pushing the bunched material downward, behind her, onto the cushions, before letting her fall back against the couch. At some point, she felt a sharp tug and heard a ripping sound, knowing full well that Mark had removed her saturated panties. Even though she was completely naked the warmth of the room instantly pervaded and settled over her body. She heard distant whispers and could sense her body sliding downward, seemingly of its own volition, until her ass was resting at the edge of the couch. No sooner had she settled when she felt hands moving between her thighs, gently spreading them wide open, so that the entire naked surface of her pussy was visible to both men. For a while everything went quiet and still, the only sound was her animated breathing, waiting in wanton anticipation. What happened next sent her mind and body spinning into a sexual frenzy. Through half-opened eyes, she saw the top Devlin's head down at her heaving breasts, and could feel his mouth sucking and nibbling feverishly at her tingling nipples. She arched her back, possessed by the oral ministration, and would have screamed if Mark's mouth hadn't locked onto hers, his thick tongue snaking inside taking pleasure in her mouth's fervent acceptance. Even Mark's tongue could not stifle the deep soulful groan exploding from inside her, as both men moved a hand between her splayed legs, their fingers gently stroking the inside of her quivering thighs. Her breathing went into euphoric overdrive as her body began writhing out of control to the tenacious dual manipulation of her thighs. She caught her breath for a moment as Mark pulled his mouth from hers, only to whimper softly when his mouth engulfed an unattended breast and bit down on the stone-hard nipple with his teeth. She startled herself when she heard herself let loose with a cadenced stream of aroused moans, her hands darted down and grabbed their heads trapping them tightly against her throbbing breasts. She could feel her hips sensually rotating, when one finger slid effortlessly deep inside her soaked pussy, while the other would move down her thigh leaving a thick copious trail of her juices on the inside. She threw her head back against the cushion, her eyes tightly clenched closed, as their fingers took turns at a steadfast rhythmic fucking in and out of her hot receptive cunt She could hear her erratic breathing, as well as her soft frantic whimpers as she experienced the first signs of an impending climax, she found her body labouring to cum, only to have the men stop their manipulation. For minutes on end, they kept her soaring on the edge, provoking a sexually heated rollercoaster ride that seemed to go forever, and controlled her so much, that she knew she would undeniably obey them. For one split second it went unearthly quiet; that was instantly shattered by the deep ragged moan escaping from her lips as both men each slid a finger smoothly inside her cunt. She heard herself scream in primal sexual abandonment, at the dual penetration, her cunt walls sucking down on the two twisting fingers as they wormed their way deeper inside before pulling back and out. She screamed in unfulfilled anguish at the sudden void between her legs and the mouths moving from her breast, her eyes opened wide, trying to see what was wrong. As she strained to see past the sexual haze, all she saw was her own heaving body, soaked in sweat, shaking and vibrating with an excruciating depraved hunger. She looked at both men quickly, unsure of herself, then found herself looking directly into the riveting black eyes of Devlin, nothing needed to be said, she knew something was about to happen. The next few moments were dreamlike, as in one fluid motion Devlin stood up from the couch, effortlessly taking her with him. At first she thought they were going to bedroom and was surprised when Devlin positioned her in front of the couch before returning back to join Mark. She straightened herself, and for a moment she smiled inwardly, pleased that neither men could hide the effect she was having on them. The sight of Mark rubbing his hand hard across the front of his pants, only incited her more and she inched a little closer in a teasing, but elegant manner. Her naked body was vivacious with nervous tremors waiting for someone to take control, her breathing increasing in tempo in anticipation, but it was Mark whose clammy hands were on her ass cheeks pulling her close to him. Momentarily caught off guard, she was further stunned when his face delved into the narrow slit of her hotly seeping pussy. She groaned loudly as his nose moved upwards parting the tender lips of her cunt opening the way for his thick, wide tongue to probing lewdly up inside her wetness. She jumped at the unexpected wet contact, her back arching in wanton response as he pulled her cunt harder against him, his fingers massaging the smooth white flesh of her supple buttocks. She opened her eyes wide in a lust induced trance as the tongue snaked inside, slithering, licking and savouring the hot thick nectar of her pulsating cunt. With a shudder, she felt her hips moving, gyrating slowly as his tongue teased unimpeded inside, she rocked her hips backwards against his hands, only to find no where to go. She looked down at his bobbing head, surprised when he suddenly looked up at her, before moving off the couch and kneeling between her quaking legs, forcing further them apart. She closed her eyes to avoid his decadent smile; instead she focused on his thumbs gently spreading the soft, pulsating folds of her pussy and the teasing tongue that began slinking deeply into her vulnerably exposed cunt. His tongue felt like it had a mind of its own, continuing a lasciviously stroking, fastidiously sliding it up and down in her pussy. Then stopping, unhurried as his tongue furtively tormented the most sensitively charged areas, nibbling, sucking relentlessly at her aroused pussy flesh. She felt his face push up and forward between her legs, causing to stand on her tiptoes, she gasped out as her legs turned to rubber and she felt herself losing her balance. Everything became a frenzied blur, one minute she was falling backwards, the next, she lying down on the couch, with her legs lewdly spread wide and Mark's face still buried between them. For one brief moment, she shuddered at her obscene and degrading position, to have him kneeling and slurping at her cunt like an animal. But, just as quickly as the thought came, it evaporated, his tongue and her own arousal now in control of, not only her body, but her mind. In a futile effort to evade the lustful cruelty of the punishing tongue she tried to draw back her cunt, but to no avail as the determined tongue stayed magnetized to the palpitating tightness of her cunt and throbbing clit. The merciless tongue was manifesting exhilarating vibrations deep within her fully erect and incited clit. Her breathing coming in quick frantic gasps, her body ravaged by a scorching heat, as sweat coated and gleamed on the naked white expanse of her belly dancing in sexual undulation. Soft, hot wisps of her breathe emitting from her parched lips as her soulful whimpers seemed to calm and return her breathing to normal. Even the unbridled actions of her body had now transformed into a more gradual rhythmic flow. She could feel her mind and body lost to the perpetual soft and temperate manoeuvring of his tongue elevating her sexual awareness, pushing her towards a higher plain. Just the mere thought of being locked away in the backroom with virtual strangers, totally naked, total vulnerable, added to her licentious excitement, intensifying the burning inferno of shameless debauchery raging inside her. Any and all thoughts of family, wife and mother, morality, had long since gone, completely lost in a deep and dark abyss. She conceded to an absolute abandonment of thoughts, surrendering to the aroused and depraved demands of her body. A peaceful and sexual contentment radiated in her eyes, knowing full well, that she was nothing more than a lusting receptacle in search of her own lewd gratification! She whimpered, as her hips began to urgently thrust upward, her cunt seeking more of the plundering tongue. The whimpers replaced by a deep soulful moan as his mouth melded to the open slit of her throbbing pussy, sucking vigorously at the cum laden pinkness of her cunt. There was a sudden movement off to the side, and the idea that Devlin was somewhere near by, watching and waiting, brought a low throaty moan of despair to her throat. From behind her, she felt his hands moving over her heaving breasts, his fingers quickly capturing and tweaking the fully erect nipples. She arched her whole body to the sudden rush of pleasure proliferated by the fingers twisting and kneading away at her nipples. A new wave of exhilarating convulsions ignited inside her, starting at the tips of her nipples, permeating sinuously throughout her body, magnifying the sensations of her already lust-inflamed cunt. Her eyes opened wide in sudden disappointment, moaning loudly, her body continuing to squirm impatiently at the sudden void between her thighs and aching cunt, as Mark raised his head. She lifted her head, and her hands reached out to pull his head back, instead she looked directly into his glistening wet face, his eyes mirroring her own lewd excitement. She stopped her efforts, her head slowly falling backwards, her eyes rolling lazily, as she trembled in wanton expectancy for what was going to happen. As she looked around, she could sense the aura of an overpowering mist of arousal and sweat wafting throughout the room, and heavy raspy voices that seemed to be miles away. Voices that said, "Fuck her! Look, look how fucking hot she is! She fucking wants it! Put your cock in her cunt…now!" She offered no resistance as she felt hands on her body, lifting her, moving her down the length of the couch. She even found herself giggling inside as they balanced her ass comfortably on the arm of the couch, her legs dangling obscenely off the end. For a moment she felt suspended in air as she was held upright as pillows were placed to support the arch of her back and propping up her head. From her position she could clearly see the glisten of her rolling stomach, her thin strip of blonde pubic hair, the slow upward grind of her groin and the trembling of her soft white thighs. Her eyes involuntarily opening and closing, whimpering a quiet, embarrassed plea of urgency: as watched Mark opened his fly and took out his thick, hard pulsating cock. Standing between her wide-spread thighs he looked down lustfully at her, smirking as he moved closer using the outside of his hairy thighs to ease hers farther apart. She watched as his hand pumped his cock a couple of times before laying the full length obscenely on top of her quivering stomach, his bloated balls nestling tightly up against her soaking slit. She moaned at the sheer size of his cock, the thickness and the pulsating blood engorged veins, and for a moment lewd fear came over her, her moans becoming frantic gasps as he slowly moved his hips backward. She felt the warm trail of his pre-cum that his cock left on her stomach and pubic hair, and sighed when the thick swollen head of his cock rested up against her clit. Her eyes glazed over when he took his cock in his hand and began to massage it against the hard nub of her clit, while his other hand held her groin firmly down on the arm of the couch, Her ears throbbed and her mind screamed in rapturous awakening to the energized friction against her clit, and her groin strained upwards against his hand. Holding her groin firmly, he pushed the engorged head of his throbbing cock forward, parting her pussy lips with ease until the smooth, rubbery head was just inside her velvet lips of her cunt. Then with merciless ease he deftly moved his cock up and down the hot, slippery length of her impassioned pussy, teasing and tormenting its voracious appetite. She rolled her head to one side of the cushion, her eyes half shut, groaning in the wicked stimulation she felt the hot searing contact his cock ignited inside the ragged pink edges of her moist cunt. She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, lying there in utter wantonness, not daring to move. She looked up at him, her eyes ravaged with torment, while his blazed with sadistic pleasure as he thrust forward, just enough to slide the thick head of his cock inside the entrance of her hot cunt, sending her whole sexually energized body into another sensual realm. She moaned gratuitously, her hungry cunt muscles instantly contracting around the pulsating cock head. Her cunt walls stretching and spewing her hot thick juices to accommodate the throbbing swollen head, causing shivers of new unwanted pleasure to surge throughout her. Her breathing slowed down, almost stopping as she anticipated the inexorable invasion and pressure his thick cock would be forcing inside her vulnerable cunt. Her pleading whimpers filled the room when he nudged his cock a little further inside, and her fervent greedy cunt hungrily constricted around the penetrating cock, at first trying to stop the impending impalement, then trying furtively to pull it deeper inside. She didn't have to wait long, in one determined motion he drove hips forward, the thrust propelling the full length of his thick hardness deep inside, she moaned hotly, as the thick cock-head continued to stretch her pussy. Inch by throbbing inch it nose-dived inside her cringing passage, not stopping until his cock head was totally buried in the depths of burning womb and his cum-filled balls hung lewdly against her quivering ass. Her nylon encased long legs lifted from the floor and strained outward; her whole body quivering uncontrollably as she lay skewered by his thick hard cock. Her lips trembled, her mouth opening and closing sensually, frantic pants of ecstasy emanating in a low steady stream. Their timing was perfect, every time he plunged his cock deep into her hungrily contracting cunt, her hips would thrust upwards grinding the hard pebble of her clit against his groin. She found herself total enveloped by a blanket of sensual manipulation, automatically heaving her hips in an upward motion to meet the downward thrusting of his cock, her naked breasts heaving and quivering as her large hard nipples stabbed at the palm of Devlin's sweating hands kneading away at the soft mounds, in time they were all synchronized in their movements. As she squirmed around on the couch, her mind drowning in the illicit depravity of the moment, as she sank deeper and deeper into a self-gratifying abyss. Her mind screamed in perverse rapture as her breasts were being squeezed harder, each tormenting touches proliferating the raging inferno between her legs, compounded by the relentless and powerful thrusts of the thick cock stretching and filling her lust ravaged cunt. She tried to speak, but her throat felt dry and constricted. Her mind seemed to be floating off into the distance, as if she was experiencing an out of body sensation. Deep inside she could feel alien things happening, like her body was having mini-explosions, everywhere she felt highly powerful charged illicit tingles inundating every nerve end throughout her body. She suddenly whimpered in a long deep voice as her straining legs locked behind his thrusting thighs. Her turbulent body heaved desperately, not moving but quivering and jerking around his hard cock in a palpating rhythm. She arched her back off the couch, groaning loudly, as her hot juices spewed out and around his deeply embedded cock. As she thrust her cunt up towards him, the lips of her hot cunt sucking greedily at his cock trying to milk it. Her breath coming in short, panting gasps as he slowly withdrew his cock to just inside her pussy, then thrust deep back inside again, his cock driving up into her soft quivering belly, before his own hot cum suddenly erupted from the tip of his heavily throbbing cock. She whimpered as his scalding cum flooded inside her, filling her with a mixture of both their hot thick juices. She sighed, a lewd contentment glaze in her eyes, as Mark pulled his deflating cock out of her cunt. He looked exhausted, but pleased with himself, and after taking a few seconds to compose himself, headed off to the bathroom. She felt Devlin release her aching breasts and move from behind, and watched as he knelt down beside her on the couch. She just laid there, a look of satisfaction on her face, and a radiant flush all over her body. His hand reached out and caressed her face, his eyes fluttering slightly as he ran his fingers through her soaked hair, before telling her to rest. She stirred some time later, still on the couch, still naked. She noticed that her body was covered in dry sweat and splotches of caked cum; as well, her body ached, but it was a good feeling ache. She saw Devlin and Mark sitting in the chairs opposite her, drinking and talking. Devlin looked over at her and smiled, telling her that she could take a shower and freshen up. Thankful for the opportunity to leave the room, she readily accepted. She showered for about fifteen minutes, enjoying the hard hot spray of the water as it cleaned and refreshed her body. Even though she no longer felt embarrassed about being naked in front of these men, she wrapped herself in a thick towel before going back into the room. She was greeted by Devlin as she came out of the bathroom; he put his hand gently on her shoulder and redirected her towards the bedroom. She heard him tell Mark to let himself out after he finished his drink, before telling her that they had some unfinished business to take care of. Although she was somewhat taken about by the abrupt turn of events, she unquestioningly made her way to the bedroom. By the time he walked into the bedroom, the towel was on the floor and she was stretched out naked on the bed. It was after seven in the evening when she finally left Devlin's office. The last few hours with Devlin had been an incredible learning experience and she was disappointed that he had an important business meeting and had to leave. She walked across the lounge towards the lobby to order a cab; instead, she phoned her husband, explaining that the girls from work had decided to have a girl's night out. She had no idea what had possessed her to act in the way, only that she felt completely refreshed, was riding a sexual high, and wasn't quite ready to go home. A Whisper & Too Many Drinks Ch. 02 She turned away from the phone and made her way back into the lounge, heading straight to the bar. She eased herself up on the stool and ordered a Bloody Mary; while she waited for her drink her eyes searched the bar for Mark. She was considering going home, close to finishing her second drink, when a stranger moved up next to her at the bar. He never said a word; instead he slid his hand face down in front of her, lifting it slowly when she looked down. Under his hand was a key to a hotel room. She looked over at him, even though she was not at all pleased with what she saw, it didn't stop her hand from sliding the key into her open purse on her lap. He leaned closer to her and whispered "Fifteen minutes," and then he was gone! A Whisper & Too Many Drinks As she danced on stage, she could feel a raw, lewd power, yet a strange pleasurable sense of licentiousness by baring her breasts to these strange men. It was exciting and immoral, her body and mind urged on by inner voice of animalistic desire of sexual fulfillment. A wicked and wanton smile spread across her face, her eyes laden with lust started to close, as she let her hands slip down to her waist, to where her dress was bunched and gathered. Her body slowly twisted to the beat of the soulful music, causing her hips to undulate and her pelvis to thrust forward provocatively. In a matter of seconds she had shimmied over her swaying hips until it fell free to the floor and then she stepped out of it, wearing nothing but high heels and black silk panties. Her efforts to wiggle out of the dress had unwittingly pulled the panties half over hips. Her stomach was firm and delicately sculptured; her hips were full and flared to perfection, the black panties were a perfect compliment to her milk-white skin. Her eyes liquid, her mind lost and her body out of control, she let her lips relax in a lewd smile as danced, cupping her breasts provocatively again as she slowly turned her back on the audience. The men groaned in appreciation of the new view of her buttocks. The flimsy black material of her panties only served to outline her firm ass. With all her lewd hip movements, the panties were captured in the deep crevice between her ass-cheeks. She slowly turned again and the men looked hungrily at her sensuous mound and thick aroused lips of her cunt surrounding the thin band of her soaked panties. Her eyes closed, nostrils flaring, and her breathing quick and ragged she continued dancing while her open hands caressed her naked thighs. She crouched down a little, her hips pumping provocatively back and forth while her hands slid licentiously up and down the inside of her soft curving thighs. Her breasts gleaming with sweat from the overhead light, heaved up and down with frantic anticipation of being able to remove her last bit of clothing, her panties. As her dancing increased in tempo, so did the mood and hunger of the crowd. Magic hands reached out of the blackness, touching, rubbing and caressing her. Her mind went into overdrive, scared at first, she moved back, then throwing caution to the wind moved back towards the beckoning hands. A picture of absolute rapture and sexual surrender was etched on her face for all to see. Raising her arms above her head, dancing at the edge of the stage she let the hands do what they wanted. Hands swarmed to her body like bees to honey, her breasts, body and legs were caressed, kneaded and then pinched. Then the room went completely quiet as brave fingers finally hooked into her panties, the only sound was her soft moan as they were tugged at, then, pulled slowly down her trembling legs. She was suddenly naked! She threw her head back, exposing her white throat and let her blonde hair thrash about as she felt her soaked panties pass over her knees and then down to her ankles. She automatically accommodated the hand that first tapped one of her feet and then the other, to claim his prize, her panties. Totally naked, her body capitulated to the rough hot hands that roamed freely all over her body, some fingers pinched her nipples into unyielding arousal. As the men became intoxicated with her unbridled arousal, she felt strong, gentle and calloused hands cautiously probed at her mound and roughly scratched at her thin strip of blonde pubic hair. Then, she screamed, as a shudder of pure lust rocketed throughout her lovely body, someone not satisfied with just caressing her throbbing cunt lips had held them open and slid one thick, long finger deep inside. When a second finger joined the first, she went over the edge, her cunt contracted and throbbed spewing her hot juices, covering the fingers in lubrication as they slowly moved deeply back and forth. Her hands grabbed the fingers sawing in and out of her cunt; it was a deliberate attempt to push them deeper inside her. She thrust her hips forward, squeezing the walls of her cunt around the fingers, as she didn't want the feeling to stop. Suddenly, she threw her arms high and head back, her eyes wild she realized fully what she was doing. Her mind reeled, the room tilted as every inch of her body was engulfed with an incredible orgasm. The last thing she saw was people with camcorders and cameras, then her eyelids fluttered and she passed out. To Be Continued... Maybe.