'Nothing like a good orgasm followed by a nice bout of hysteria,' Beth thought wryly as she stepped out of the emptying bathtub. Toweling herself off, she replayed the look on that deliveryman's face and had to grin. She moved over to the mirror above the sink and looked herself in the eye. "You are one sexy girl, Beth, but damn, you can be a mess." The reflection winked back at her.
Suddenly it hit her: the package! She'd totally forgotten about it in her urge to clean herself up. Wrapping the towel around her body and tucking the end in, she dashed across the living room to the couch where she'd tossed the box. She couldn't even remember what it was, and the return address didn't look familiar. Inside, amidst a snowfall of tissue paper, was a crimson silk corset with black lace and embroidery. Stunned, she didn't even recognize what it was for a moment, and then more memories lashed her.
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It was their two-year anniversary. Beth had delighted in making lavish plans to please him in every way. She had saved up her waitressing money until she could afford to take him to an exquisite restaurant, and afterwards she had let him make love to her all night. Their lovemaking always left her feeling slightly bittersweet. She was happy that she could bring him so much pleasure, yet afterwards he seemed more detached, rather than closer to her. She never let herself think about that.
At the restaurant, there had been a girl. Beth privately felt that she shouldn't have been allowed into the classy place dressed the way she was; her dress, although certainly expensive-looking, was skimpy and almost gauzy in its transparency. She sat at a table near Beth's, at an angle that permitted both of them to view her body in profile. As Beth ate, her eyes were constantly drawn to the girl, to her long exposed legs and her almost-visible body. She never thought to check if he were looking at the girl too.
The girl glanced over to Beth's table once, and a few seconds later casually crossed her legs. As she did, Beth was jolted by some primal, raw emotion. The leg-crossing had forced the frilly skirt of the dress over her thigh, revealing both her thigh-high lacy stockings and the garters attached. Beth had never owned lingerie, never even thought of it, and the sight of such private clothing articles in public had her pulse racing instantly. Her eyes locked onto the thigh, the sheer covering. Her breath sped up. It was too personal. She felt like an intruder, like she had been too intimate with the girl. She wanted to leave, wanted to get up and slap the girl, kiss her, rip the filmy clothes off her slender body and worship her. She never tasted a bite of the meal she'd saved all her money for.
As he took Beth back to their apartment and they undressed in silence, she imagined that she was the girl at the restaurant, that somehow he had taken her home instead, that he was now stroking the other girl's body, that he was penetrating the other girl and making her cry out. Afterwards, there was more silence.
She bought the corset the next day.
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Pain hit her, sudden and harsh, like a ripped-off scab. The corset and his face were entwined in her mind. That day merged with the days they should be having, with the days she planned to have with him and this corset. She couldn't be confronted with such a blunt reminder of him, not this soon. It hurt too much to remember. Clutching the towel to her, she stumbled to her computer, intent on emailing the company a return notice for the corset. She'd make a defect herself, if that were the only way to send it back. Signing into her mailbox, she noticed that she had a message from a close friend, one who had made the most chilling proclamations of castration after Beth's breakup. The email was giddy and tasteless and charming; it advertised a new erotic story her friend had written and wanted lots of feedback on. Beth felt herself slowly relax from her near-panic attack. Hesitating between the link and the "delete" button, she finally clicked on the link. 'What the hell.'
The "story" was nothing but shameless sex; chuckling at her friend, Beth let go of her stress and prepared for a good read. As usual, the scene came to life in her mind; she was the heroine, which in this case meant the group slut. The men were William, a leanly muscled platinum blond; Alex, a cute, brown-haired, muscular man; and Dan, a redhead who looked more like a grunge band player than a porn star. The "plot" came and went in seconds, and suddenly the four were naked in a cheap motel room, Beth on her hands and knees at the foot of the bed. William, standing to the left side of the bed, slid his hand across Beth's face and tilted her chin up for a demanding kiss. On the bed behind her, Dan squeezed her ass roughly between his hands, molding and stretching the pliable flesh. She whimpered into William's mouth, feeling him laugh mockingly in response.
A warm, wet sensation dimly registered in her mind and she broke the kiss long enough to look down into Alex's impish eyes as he laved her nipples with his tongue. Somehow he'd slid underneath her and was lying with his feet at the headboard and his head buried between her breasts. "You like that, girl?"
"Yes, please, don't stop sucking!" she gasped, arching her back as he took her nipple into his mouth again, biting it with renewed vigor.
Impatiently, William ran his fingers through Beth's hair and pulled her head back to his, forcing even harder kisses upon her willing mouth. She trembled under the assault but her tongue had little trouble dueling back against his. He growled deep in the back of his throat, sending delicious chills down her spine. William stiffened his tongue and thrust it deep within her mouth. Beth blushed when she realized that he was "fucking" her mouth with his tongue, and blushed even more when she realized how hot she was getting at the thought. She swirled her tongue around his, sweetly caressing, promising him further pleasure. William pulled his tongue back almost too quickly in his sudden urgent need to be fucking that teasing mouth with his cock rather than his tongue. He fumbled with his turgid shaft for a second before sliding it into the steamy recesses of her mouth with a groan of pleasure.
That groan was seconded by Beth's own; Alex was suckling eagerly on one nipple while twisting and flicking the other, and at the same time Dan was alternating between rubbing and spanking her ass. Every spank elicited a squeal from her, which William felt to the core. Beth moved her head back and forth, tracing circles along the length of William's throbbing cock with her tongue, sucking hard and passionately. It was getting increasingly difficult for her to concentrate on the fellatio with all the attention the other two men were giving her. Alex continued to nibble and bite her sensitive nipples, moving his hands along her hips and thighs. Occasionally he would move his mouth to her neck and latch his teeth onto the delicate skin, marking her as his. Beth shivered and rotated her hips above his, feeling an increasing need grow between her thighs. Despite her obvious desire, Alex continued to play with every other part of her body but the one that wanted it the most.
Dan was now rubbing something cold and wet along the crack of her ass; she jumped nervously as the tip of his finger gently nudged the hole. He teased her with barely perceptible prods until she relaxed and let him penetrate her anus. Still, he chose to make her anticipate his moves, to back away and watch her writhe in suspense and longing. Soon she was pushing her ass back towards him, craving more of that taboo sensation. He laughed low and taunting. "You want it, don't you?"
She pulled her head away from William's groin, but her frantic nod wasn't sufficient. "Tell me, slut. Tell me what you want me to do. Then maybe I'll do it, and I know you want it." The finger traced the sensitive ring around the outside, almost a tickle, not quite a caress. "You need it, you little slut." She closed her eyes in humiliation and sudden fresh desire that sent a flood of moisture down her thighs.
