I woke up the next morning in my own bed, naked beneath my lavender cotton sheets. I didn't even have a moment to wonder if last night's intense sexual encounter was a dream before I moaned at the aches in my body. I rolled onto my back to ease the tightness in my shoulders from having had my hands bound behind my back. My red raw nipples extended from my breasts even now, in a permanent state of erection. I cupped my breasts and tried to soothe them with my fingers, becoming aware now of the soreness between my thighs.
What had gotten into me? I tried to chastise myself. I tried to mean it. But how do you lecture yourself for having the best sex of your life? Images flashed into my head of his icy blue eyes, of being pressed against the glass door, of the men who watched me get used.
I felt juices start to leak from my pussy. I forced myself to behave, to get out of bed slowly. I couldn't help but moan with the slow movements as I headed to the bathroom. I ran a bubble bath, adding sea salts to relax my sore muscles. I eased into the tub and drifted away, letting myself think about the very end of the night.
"Sleep well, my slut. I know where to find you." That's what he'd said.
Would he come back? The idea of it terrified me, but also filled me with longing.
"Shit," I cried out when I remembered something else he'd told me. "Soon you will take them all in your mouth. Eventually you will let them have you any way they want." He'd been talking about the men who had watched him fuck me. Watched and gotten off.
I suddenly realized I'd been stroking my aching pussy beneath the rose-scented bubbles. I slid a finger along the side of my hard clit as I pictured them pushing me to my knees and taking turns with my mouth. I came hard as I saw them shoot cum onto my face.
I sighed and sank down into the water. It was a hot fantasy. But I'm not crazy. Last night can never happen again.
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A week passed without any word from my mystery man. I decided this was a good thing. Last Saturday would probably forever be the best night of my life. But it wasn't me. I didn't mean I couldn't let it fuel my masturbatory fantasies every night. Okay, and several times a day.
I walked outside to get the mail. Bills, bills, bills. But at the back of the stack was a black envelope. Strange choice for an invitation or card. And there was no address or postage, just my name. I opened it up and pulled out a white note card. "Tonight. 9pm. Dress formally." That's all it said.
That's all it needed to say. I knew it was him. I knew he was coming.
I thought my heart would pound out of my chest as I hurried back inside my apartment. It's okay, I told myself, I just won't be home tonight. I convinced myself of this until my best friend Michelle called to invite me out to the movies.
"Thanks Michelle, but I'm really tired tonight. I think I'm going to go to bed early." What?? I guess I wasn't lying. If he fucked me in a bed this time, that is.
I finally accepted that I was going to do it. I was going to wait for him. I used the day to go buy some new sexy lingerie. A plum-colored lace demi-bra and matching thong. My nipples poked out the top of the bra. I bought a sexy new dress. It was layers of sheer black material. In the bright dressing room lights, you could almost see the outline of my lingerie, but it was just enough coverage to be appropriate for being out in public. The front crossed over low, revealing the swells of my breasts. If I moved too quickly, my nipples would show.
I started getting ready at 7:00. I shaved my pussy carefully. I knew he liked my skin smooth. I buffed, lathered, lotioned, and carefully perfumed my skin until it was soft and seductively scented.
I wore no necklace, leaving my cleavage as the main attraction. Just earrings and a bracelet glittered on my body. I wore thigh-high black stockings with lace-trimmed tops beneath my dress and high stiletto heels.
I was ready 20 minutes early. I waited. I watched through the window. My thighs shook with anticipation. What the hell was I doing? My panties were already wet. My nipples felt like they were trying to tear through my dress.
At precisely 9pm, his dark Lexus pulled up in front of my house. I was glad that I was watching because he didn't come to the door. He walked to the passenger door of his car and waited. He must have known I would be watching. He was wearing a tuxedo! I hoped I was dressy enough.
I took one last deep breath and opened the door. I felt his eyes assess my body as I walked to him. My high heels exaggerated my hip movements. I tried to walk gracefully to keep my breasts from popping out of my dress.
I felt like I had butterflies caged in my stomach, flying around violently. I walked over to stand in front of him, desperate for his approval. He molested me with his eyes for a minute, not speaking, not touching.
He smiled. I let out the breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding.
"Well done, my slut. You look very... tempting."
He wrapped a hand behind my neck and pulled me to him. His mouth demanded mine and I parted my lips, eager to taste him. He possessed me with his tongue. I struggled to keep my knees from giving out. I leaned into him, pressing my hips against his, wanting more.
He very deliberately pulled away, feeling my body arch toward his.
"Careful, slut. Remember who is in charge here." But there was humor in his voice. I think my desperation amused him.
He opened the door for me. I got in, wondering where he would take me. He got into the driver's side. We drove for several minutes in silence until I couldn't take it anymore.
"Please, sir. May I ask where we are going?" I spoke quietly, knowing he didn't like questions.
"You may ask." He generously agreed. But he did not respond. He looked over to smirk at me and I knew I wasn't getting any information.
He spoke again without looking at me. "Show me those succulent tits I've been missing all week." My heart swelled at the idea that he'd missed me. I quickly obeyed, parting my dress to show him my lace-covered breasts. He gazed at my nipples, peaking over the tops of purple lace. They were swollen and pink with desire.
"Delicious," was all he said. He pulled to a stop and I thought he was pulling over to taste me. He reached over and very carefully pulled my dress back into place, concealing my need.
"We are here, my pet."
I looked out the window in surprise. I recognized the building. "The opera?" I asked without thinking?
"Yes. Even a whore should enjoy some civility." He exited and came around the car to lift me from my seat.
I walked beside him, my hand on his extended arm, feeling like a lady. I was a little disappointed that he wasn't going to fuck me. Okay, very disappointed. But there was a warm place in my gut that was pleased he wanted to have me on his arm. I felt the eyes of many men on me as we made our way through the grand entrance. I felt their eyes on my ass as we started to ascend the velvet-lined staircase. Men with wives and girlfriends stared at my tits. I could see the hope in their eyes as my breasts bobbed precariously at the edge of my dress.
"They want you, slut," he whispered in my ear. "They want to fuck you. More than the bitches they are here with."
Somehow he was able to make me feel cheap, even at the opera. And I enjoyed it. I felt on display. His toy, his pet.
We stopped in front of a curtained doorway. An usher pulled back the curtain for us and we stepped into a balcony box overlooking the ornately gilded opera house. We were at the highest level. We could see everyone below us. Our neighbors to the right and left, however, were separated by walls. We couldn't see them and they couldn't see us.
He sat in one of the chairs and I went to follow his lead when he pulled me onto his lap. He pulled the bodice of my dress open to reveal my bra. He pushed the cups below my breasts, fully exposing them. If anyone looked up, they would see me half-naked. He squeezed my tits and pinched my nipples hard.
He sucked on my neck, tracing patterns with his tongue. I could feel his hard cock nestled in my ass. "Are you ready to get fucked, my little slut?" He twisted my nipples on the word 'fuck', making me gasp.
