You haven't told me your plans for tonight, and the anticipation is killing me. All I know was how I was told to prepare – be freshly showered, wear clothes I don't especially care for but that look presentable, and have my toybag ready. I managed to find a dress I no longer wear because it's gotten a bit tight through the shoulders, and it's too short for work anyway. No bra – they're far too expensive to risk destruction – but I do have a pair of pink panties that match the pink flowers on my dress that have seen better days, so on they go.
You pick me up from my house, right on time. A kiss hello that turns longer, your hand grasping my throat. A low growl escapes you.
"You look very nice, boi."
"Thank you, Sir."
"Let's go."
We enjoy a light dinner, and you warn me not to eat too heavily. The meal is peppered with subtle threats, each one making my breath catch, my stomach twist, and my cunt wet. You know your effect on me, and it starts your predator instincts brewing to see me squirm and blush from your words.
What you didn't tell me was that our next stop was a party at our friend's house. We go inside, say our hellos. You allow me one drink – to disinhibit me a little, you said – but I notice you do not partake. We are sitting on the couch chatting with a group. Your attention earlier, combined with the drink, has made me antsy. I start to stroke your thigh, to nibble your shoulder, to shift my hips side to side. You smirk, seeing my tells that I'm ready for you to fuck me. You bite me on the shoulder, hard, and order me to stand up and face our friends. Nervously, I comply, my stomach clenching and cunt aching with the fear of what might happen next.
"Clodia is very horny tonight. Aren't you, boi?"
I blush bright red. "Y-yes Sir."
"Why?"
"You asked me to edge for the last three days, Sir. And you've been teasing me."
"I want everyone to see what happens to my boi when they are frustrated."
You stand behind me, holding me by the neck, and I sink back against you, trying to stabilize myself after that humiliation. I can feel your cock stirring and can't help but close my eyes blissfully and rub my ass against it – the time is yet to come when I don't want you inside me. I hear you chuckle at my eagerness. With lightning quickness, your hands are at the top of my dress, ripping down and apart. My eyes fly open at the first tear, and I am fully exposed to our friends – and their friends. You rip again, until I'm standing in nothing but my panties.
"Look at this," you say, cupping my tits, mock disgust in your voice. "Your nipples are hard enough to take someone's eye out. You're turned on by my exposing your body, and your wanton sluttiness, to everyone in this house."
I lower my head, conflicting feelings of shame and lust running through me. I know you enjoy showing off, that this disgust is not real, but it still stings. But I like to show off too.
"Come with me."
You drag me over to the couch where our friends have been watching. You invite them to look me over and see how horny I am, to touch my breasts and skin. They join in the fun, teasing me for how horny you've gotten me, pinching, slapping. Even some people I have never met join in, caressing me. It only makes me wetter, and redder, with each person's touch. After several minutes of being passed around, groped, and commented on, you pull me back up front.
"Boi, are your panties soaked? I can smell you from up here."
"Yes, Sir." I can feel the cotton clinging to me, wet through.
"Disgusting." You rip them apart, leaving my ass and cunt exposed to the air. "Open your mouth, slut."
I open my mouth and catch the smell of my cunt as you force my ruined panties into my mouth. I can taste my citrusy juices on them.
"Keep those in your mouth until I say otherwise." I nod, my face even redder than I had thought possible. "Now, my boi, you're going to put on a show. You have been waiting for an orgasm for three days. You begged me today in your texts to let you cum tonight, didn't you?" I nod. "You're going to get your wish. But only if you do it here, with everyone watching." I groan around my panties. "I know. So difficult. But, it's my orgasm to grant, I want to get pleasure out of it, and I want to share with my friends. Understood?" I nod. "Now, to keep it interesting, I am going to blindfold you, and bind you. This really isn't for you. I give your orgasms, and I can keep them from happening."
You walk me over to a chair, set down a towel, and cuff my legs and arms. The blindfold lowers over my face, and I don't see any more. I can hear our friends making snide comments, egging you on. I hear a buzzing sound – my massager from my toybag – and feel you lower it to my clit. I am so horny, so wound up from giving up my orgasms for you that the effect is dramatic. I'm ready almost immediately to cum, but something won't let me get that last little bit of the way. Knowing I'm being watched, hearing voices, is distracting me, and my little bit of shyness at having my body exposed is blocking me. So the pre-orgasm goes on and on, as I moan and whine and rock my hips in the chair. Your fingers slide into me, pressing all the secret spots inside me.
"Cum for me, boi. Just for me. You are mine and you will do this."
I scream and bite down on the panties in my mouth, finally able to let go for you. The orgasm rushes through me, my heart pounding, my feet flexing, my cunt clenching again and again. I slump, panting, in the chair.
"They are soaked. Would anyone like to feel?"
"I would." I recognize the voice. You've asked me some pointed questions about my interest in him, and now, realization and anticipation growing in my chest, I think I understand why. I hear his footsteps get closer. "Clodia, it's Tim. Is this okay with you?" I nod, hesitantly at first, then vigorously. You chuckle.
I feel an unfamiliar hand replace yours in my cunt. I sigh and press against it, cumdrunk but ready for more. Your hand, sticky with me, is at my throat now, then at my face, removing my underwear at last.
"Clodia, I need verbal consent. We had discussed this as a theoretical possibility. Do you actively consent to group sexytimes with me and Tim? And is it okay if we do it here and put on a bit of a show?"
"Yes to both, Sir. Tim, my hard limits are anal, and that you not engage in breath play with me, as I consider it an earned privilege. And barrier use is nonnegotiable for any oral or PIV, though cum on the body not near a mucous membrane is okay. Pain is a nice bonus."
"Understood." I hear the grin in his voice, and feel his hand start to work faster. I fuck his hand, eager for more, and you kiss me, one hand on my throat. I moan against you, straining my chest up to you, my cunt down to him. He works faster and faster, as you cut off air. I feel my vibrator touch my clit and switch back on, on high this time. My hips move frantically now, like an animal in heat, as I moan and whine.
"Please may I cum Sir?"
"Yes, boi. Cum for us both."
I cum hard on his hand as you bite into my shoulder, marking me.
"Let's get you out of this chair, shall we? And no need to ask permission to cum the rest of tonight, boi. You've earned it."
You and Tim unbuckle me from the chair, leaving my cuffs still on, and we stumble together to a couch. You clip my hands together but leave my legs free for now, and I nestle shyly against you – but also stretch my strong legs out over Tim's lap. You and I have talked about this possibility, but it is all new to me, and I'm not sure how to act, or what to do. Tim's hands run along my legs and he smiles at us.
"Tim, Clodia is a bit shy about wanting a threesome, in general and with you specifically. They've never done this before and are a little nervous. Isn't that right boi?"