Rebecca waited patiently for the dinner to be over. He has told her to enjoy her dinner but realize afterwards she will be the main form of entertainment. What is he going to do to her? Her nervousness and excitement were hard to contain.
She sipped her wine and looked around. The elegant room was filled with antiques, expensive original artwork, awards and photos of David and his life. Three of his best friends are there, and then her eyes went back to David. Every time she looked at him she felt her pulse quicken. She looked down at her dress, which was perfect. Long, satin, with velvet trim, deep red. It complimented her long, thick red hair beautifully.
Finally the dinner is over and the butler cleared the table. Cigars and brandy are served in the living room, and the gentlemen take their seats and prepare to be entertained.
David whispered in her ear to come over and stand in the center of the room. She walked sensuously over to the middle of the room, her eyes lowered, her hair shining. Without a word he stroked her hair, then slowly unzipped her dress. It falls, revealing her perfect, globular breasts, her hair falling over them. He brushes her hair back so her body is exposed. She can feel the heat rise in her cheeks. He lets her enjoy her exposure for a minute, then unzips the rest of the dress. It falls to the floor, revealing a perfect white body and red, lustrous hair. Her heels are the only things she has left on, and then he whispers to her to lean over the desk.
She bends over, and the riding crop appears. He runs it along her body, savoring the moment. Suddenly her backside is striped, hard, harder than she was expecting. Can she hold her silence? Again, very hard, mercifully in a different spot but it stings and then her body's heat rises further. Four times she is struck, very hard, she realizes once for each of the men watching.
The four stripes rise on her white skin. He lets her compose herself, steadying himself too, and then he reaches between her legs and feels her wetness. She is flooded, her masochism and exhibitionism is a heady aphrodisiac.
She hears him unzip, drop his pants. His beautiful, thick cock springs to life. "Suck it," he orders, and she kneels in front of him and it goes all the way inside her mouth, her hands caress his balls, her mouth moistening his shaft. Building his pleasure, but before he is over the edge she is told to lie on the oriental rug in front of them. She lies down, her hands submissively over her head, her legs slightly parted. There is no man in that room that could refuse her, but David won't permit any of them to touch her.
