He said he had something special planned for your birthday. He had a wicked little smile on his face when he said it. He made you dinner, and afterwards asked you to put on something that you didn't mind getting very dirty. That included bra and panties, he said calmly. You went to pick out your cloths...wondering, and wet.
He took you to "your" sex club. He held your hand tight as you walked through the door. Everyone called out birthday greetings, and you felt yourself blushing. He just smiled, and led you to the dungeon room.
To your shock there were already people in the room. An attractive woman leaned against the couch. Her hair was reddish-gold, and her dark eyes made you shiver. She was nude, except for a pair of glasses. She was tan, and curvy, and smiled openly when you looked at her.
On the couch lounged a couple. He looked you up and down openly, like he would a fine meal. He was wearing a pair of boxers, and by the look of him he worked in construction, or some other manual labor. His thick fingers were running over the petite blonde that lay beside him. As you watched he ran his finder over her clit, and she arched her back, licking her lips. Her bright blue eyes watched you, as his finger slipped inside her.
Your lover leads you to the chains hanging from the wall. You turn your back to the room, expecting him to use the floggers and paddles you have come to love so much, but to you shock he spins you back around, to face the room, and the strangers. Silently he binds your wrists, standing you there as they watch. He kneels, and slips your shoes off, placing them carefully to the side. He leaves the room, and you stand there, feeling open and vulnerable as three sets of eyes watch you with hunger. He returns shortly, carrying your bag of toys. He must have had it stashed in the car...
He kisses you, softly at first, then harder. You melt against him as he kisses your throat, your neck. You close your eyes in pleasure, only to open the again when you hear a metallic click next to your ear. He holds up a small box cutter. It looks wickedly sharp. You hear your audience murmur quietly.
He stares into your eyes, and leans in to whisper "trust me," into your ear. You only smile in response, because you do trust him, completely. He kisses you again, softly, then takes the neck of your shirt in his hand. He moves the blade slowly in front of your eyes, then places in on the cloth. Slowly he draws the blade down your shirt, and you feel your body respond the hiss of the cloth as it opens. The cut runs from just below the collar, to just above the lower seam. He does this twice more, until your shirt hangs in tatter. He runs his fingers into the cuts, caressing your sides, and cupping your breasts. The three people watch you, and you can see their excitement grow with yours. He sets the box cutter down, and runs his hands all over you for a long moment. He kisses you hard as he grabs the collar and pulls. He rips the remains of your shirt from you with one hard tug, and you gasp.
He retrieves the blade, and starts to run the cool metal handle over your breasts. Then he takes the tip of the blade, and slowly, carefully runs it over the thin material of your bra, over your nipples, which are already hard, straining through the fabric. He slips a hand into one cup, and pulls it away from your skin, and begins to cut. He works very slowly, very carefully, and the only sound in the room is the quiet hiss of the blade on fabric. Finally one of your breasts hangs free, and release the breath you didn't realize you were holding. He runs his fingers over your now exposed skin, and leans in to tease your nipple with his tongue. You feel first his lips close over your nipple, then his teeth, lightly at first, then biting down harder. You gasp aloud in pleasure.
When you open your eyes, the you see the man slowly fucking the blonde, both still watching you and your lover at play. The other woman still stands where she was, and when she sees you looking at her she smiles and nods.
He returns to work, cutting away the other cup, and teasing the nipple into almost unbearable hardness. He flicks his thumbs over your nipples, slowly at first, than faster and harder. He licks and sucks them until the glisten wetly, and your pussy throbs. At last he slices through the rest of your bra, and throws the mangles cloth aside.
"Shes so beautiful", says the single woman, quietly.
He kneels before you, kissing just above the waist line of your pants. One hand slides up the back, until it presses into your ass...the other slides up the front, pressing and teasing your pussy. He then takes the cuff of your pants into his hand, and slowly slices up the leg. The fabric tears loudly in the quiet of the room. He cuts all the way up to the waistline. He then does the same with the other leg. He works one hand into the slash, to your panties. He runs his fingers over your clit, in long strokes. You pull against the chains, and arch your back. When you whimper he stops, and you hang there, aroused and frustrated.
He connects the two cuts along the waistline of the pants, so the crotch is now a flap, that opens with the slightest touch. You don't have to look down, or hear the happy whispers to know the front of your panties are soaked wet. He runs his hands lovingly over your pussy, kissing the wetness. You pull hard against your chains, and they laugh at your frustration. He opens your pants, so they fall in a heap at your feet.
He slips behind you, and you feel him pull the back of your panties away from your ass. The wet fabric pulls tight against your pussy. He slices through the back of your panties in a slow smooth motion, carrying the cut between your thighs, and up the front, then tearing them away. You stand there, naked, wet and panting, as their eyes run over your flesh like hands.
He stood, kissed you teasingly on the lips, and walked to the far side of the room, sitting down. The dark haired woman looked at him for a brief second, then walked over to you. She stood nude in front of you, studying your body. Her fingertips trace your cheek, your neck, over your breasts. You shudder at her gentile touch. Her soft fingers run over your nipples, then pinch them hard enough to make you jump. He laughs and looks into your eyes. She leans against you, pressing her pussy into your thigh. She is as wet as you are, and she kisses you, slipping her tongue between your lips. She kisses you for a long frozen moment, before drawing back, and looking down at your bag of toys. One hand trails widely over your skin as she kneels and starts to look through the bag. She retrieves your favorite toy, and studies it, before looking at you smiling. She holds the bullet before your eyes, and turns the power on, and it buzzes to life. You cant help but lick your lips and she laughs with delight. She trails it over your neck, and down your breast, the vibrations setting your body aflame. You moan when she holds it to your nipple, and bite your lip as she trails it down your belly. Her warm fingers press it to your clit, and you thrust your hips into it, needing the release. She only hold it there for a moment, before sliding it across your lips, to your pussy.
"We need it good...and...wet...," She says softly. She runs it over your pussy, rotating it as you spread your legs wider.
She steps closer to you, and kisses you again.
