Author's note: I actually read a story with this story line about 6 - 7 years ago which I used for this idea. Without being able to go back and check the original story I did do my best to try to make this one my own. Thanks Karen for the editing.
The rest of the evening had been an absolute blur. Somehow you had managed to get your clothes in some semblance of order as well as safely drive home. You had experienced a rollercoaster of emotions that had led to several crying fits as well as two massive orgasms. It had taken some time but finally you were able to fall asleep. The wave of emotions began again the next day as you found yourself waking up with your hand between your legs.
Work wasn't much of a break for you either. By simply squeezing your thighs together your pussy would tingle and ache slightly. Plus there was the fear of not knowing what tonight would bring! Could you go through with it? Would you? You had gone without panties before but never upon request. It wasn't really a request as it was, it was an order he had given to his property.
The minutes at home seemed to crawl by slowly. Knowing better you waited by the front window with your heels on the floor next to you wearing only the dress and bra as he had stated. Your heart skipped a beat as his car appeared in front of your house. It became apparent that he was not coming to the door to get you and dutifully you headed outside after slipping into your shoes. As you approached the car he rolled down the passenger side window.
"Stop there." He said evenly. Immediately you stopped in your tracks and looked around. Yours was a relatively quiet neighborhood but somehow you felt as if every window of every house had a person looking out at you. "Are you dressed properly?"
"Yes Sir." You replied nervously adjusting your dress with your hands.
"Show me." He commanded. Slowly your hands moved down to open the two folds that made up the slit to your dress. "No," he said in a stern voice, "unbutton your dress and hold it open."
Your hands trembled as you began to unbutton your dress while your eyes looked in every direction for someone who might see. Finally with your dress undone and your eyes closed you held it open for his inspection. Feeling the cool night air on your body made you tremble as much as the fear of being seen. Your breasts practically spilled out of the black lace bra you wore. The bra was the right size, 38C, but the cups always seemed a bit too small for the built in pads and made you feel as if you were constantly falling out of it. The satin of the bra made up only the bottom of the cup as well as the straps but your hard nipples were easily seen through the lace.
"Very nice." He said with an obvious smile in his voice. "Now get in." As you began to walk to his car you instinctively pulled the dress closed again. "Oh no, leave the dress how it is and just get in."
"Yes Sir." Was your quiet reply. Sitting in his low car your dress fell off your legs and pulled of your torso leaving you open to anyone's view.
"Keep your legs apart." He said placing his hand between your thighs and pushing them apart. "I want you open and available to me all the time. If your legs are close together then your not available, are you?"
"No Sir." You said looking down at your uncovered body as he began to drive off. The street lights seemed to act more like spotlights against your bare flesh as he wove through traffic. The idea of being seen was scary in itself and kept you from wondering what your evening would bring. Slowly you could feel his hand creep up your thigh until he reached your pussy. Amazingly you had been wet all day and you moaned softly as his fingers began to work your pussy. Following his direction you leaned you seat back to allow him better access and soon his fingers were sliding in and out of your steaming pussy as he drove. The street lights and traffic became even more of a blur as you orgasmed. No sooner had your body stopped throbbing when the press of his wet fingers was felt against your lips.
"Clean my fingers off." He said not even bothering to take his eyes off the road. Dutifully you opened your mouth and greedily sucked his fingers. While the idea of tasting yourself had never been out of the realm of possibilities doing it now, like this, was an incredibly exciting. So exciting in fact you didn't even realize the car came to a stop. Pulling his fingers from your mouth he stepped out of the car without saying a word and headed to the front door of a large house.
Exiting the car quickly you are able to catch him up with him at the front door and eagerly followed him inside. The front door opened to a lovely Victorian foyer making you feel relatively small in comparison. Taking you by the hand he leads you upstairs without uttering a word. The idea of actually being allowed to have sex in a bed instead of pinned against a car has great appeal after last night. The thought of last night has your body tingling all over again.
"Take off your dress." He says escorting you into a large bedroom. Quietly slipping your dress off your shoulders and draping it over a nearby chair you stand before him shaking. "Kneel down." His commands are just that and seem almost devoid of emotion as he walks towards you. Removing his semi hard cock from his pants he slowly waves it in front of your face until you take it into your mouth. "Now listen carefully and don't stop what you're doing." You don't even bother too nod. Somehow being in this position, mostly naked, having no idea where you are, in a house with a man who somehow holds your infatuation, feeling powerless as he controls you in every way is more exciting then you could ever imagine. "Tonight I am having a poker game with some very close friends and important clients." He says as he slips a hand behind your head gently pressing you deeper on his now hard cock. "You will be responsible for getting us drinks and snacks throughout the night. I have what I expect you to wear along with your bra laid out over on the bed." The force of his hand now increases the pace and pushes his cock still deeper into your mouth. "You are not allowed to speak unless you are saying 'thank you Sir' or 'yes Sir'. This is a very important night for me and I can not have you embarrassing me." His soft moan and tensing body tell you that he is close. "I don't care what they say or what they do," He continues grunting slightly, "you are only here to wait on them and entertain them." Suddenly his hands lock on your head forcing his cock deep inside your mouth. Your hands reach up to his hips and try to press him away slightly as the first hot spurts of cum shoot deep into your throat.
The feeling of powerlessness takes over and your hands move quickly behind his body and pull him into you even further. Your body has again taken over and the incredible need you have him degrade and use you is overwhelming. Swallowing his cum you not only feel the physical warmth of it but an emotional warmth as well. The need is so overwhelming you continue sucking and milking his cock until you are sure you have you have gotten it all.
Releasing your head and finally backing away from you he looks into your eyes with his piercing blue gaze. His eyes are almost overpowering and seem to invade your very essence. "Remember what I said." He reminds you as he straightens his pants. "Very important people who are allowed whatever they wish."
"Yes Sir." You reply the last words of his sentence make the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. Whatever could that mean? Upon hearing the door to the bedroom close you quickly stand and move to the bed.
"They'll be here soon and I need you in the kitchen now." He calls up to you from the foyer. Grabbing the two bags and shoe box you quickly kick off your own painful heels and run down the stairs to the kitchen. The last thing you want to do on such an important night is disappoint him! Once in the kitchen you set the bags on the table and remove the items. It becomes much more obvious as you look at them what he meant by allowing his friends to do whatever they wish. Pulling out a kitchen chair you resign yourself to this fate and slide the first black lace top stocking up your leg. The lace details matches your bra nicely and even as tears form in the corners of your eyes you still think of how hot you will look for him.
With the second stocking in place you hold up the "skirt" for inspection. Slipping the material over your legs and pulling it up into place you try to figure out how is best to wear it. To say it offers minimal coverage would be an understatement. At best the 6" tube of material barely covers anything! No matter how you adjust it in the back either the top of your but will be exposed or the bottom will. In an attempt to have some kind of modesty you position the skirt so the rounded bottom of your butt is covered. The front offers a little more coverage but it's almost like wearing nothing at all. The shoebox was all that was left. Maybe it actually contained something you could cover your body with! Unfortunately the only thing that would get covered well this evening would be your toes as you pulled out a pair of black patent leather pumps with what had to be a 4 inch heel!
"They are here," He said poking his head in the swinging kitchen door, "There are snacks already set up in the fridge, all you have to do is heat them, and plenty of beer. Bring out 5 right now!"
Painfully slipping your feet into the heels you walked tentatively to the refrigerator and opened it. The cold blast of air made your nipples so hard they ached. Quickly you took out 5 beer bottles and opened them placing them on a tray on the counter. Slipping the tray off the counter top and walking to the swinging door you inhaled deeply in an attempt to relax. Walking through the door and seeing 4 complete strangers you could feel your heart pounding in your chest.
Pausing for what felt like a lifetime you eventually are able to will yourself into the room under the watchful glare of the men. They are relatively the same age as him, maybe a few years older then you and all are well dressed. The expensive suits they wear could buy your outfit a thousand times over or more! Two compliment your outfit to which you offer a quiet "Thank you Sir." On your way back to the kitchen another pats your ass. Your reply garners laughs from all 5 men.
As the evening passes along the guys become more and more bold as they realize you will only thank their efforts. The fact that each has consumed a good amount of beer is also making them braver as well. For your part your have done your best to try to get on their good sides by flirting with them as well as you can given you limited dialogue. Instead you brush your breasts against their shoulders or faces as you place drinks or snacks on the table and offer winks to anyone who takes a moment to look up and catch your eye for a moment. Somehow, even though you are half naked in a room of strange men you can not help but feel incredibly sexy. You wonder if his seeing the appreciation you are getting from the other men will make him value you a little more.
