The second part to follow shortly, I hope.
Mandy has shown me the tales she has been telling you in the earlier chapters – well here is my story.
I love that Mandy will let me show her off, her big tits and shaved cunt, to see men looking at her, wanting her. Knowing if I tell her she will let them see every inch of her, watching her cunt get juiced up, her nipples hard. Watching her opening her cunt wide for men, showing off her wet fuck hole. I love that she loves it when I talk dirty, when other men call her a slut, a whore. I love that she dresses as I want, high heels, micro mini skirts, long skirts split right up to her crotch, tops see through or tops that hardly cover her tits. I love that she still gets embarrassed by this but that when the heat starts she just can't control herself and becomes a real slut, a sex toy.
I wanted her totally exposed to a room of men, but more, I wanted her to know that long afterwards they would be able to wank off over her, I wanted her photographed, I wanted men to have proof of what a slut she is. Photos of her cunt wet, open, photos of men taking photos of her, men wanking off over her, pushing dildos in her, pushing their fingers inside her, filling her cunt, whatever they want. I wanted her tied down, spread-eagled, her submission to all this just to please me was what I wanted.
I knew a guy at work was into photography and was a member of a local club – the fact that it was local made it more appealing. Knowing that when she is out shopping or something she could be recognised by one of them, remembering her naked, hot, cumming for them all. So over a few weeks I started the conversation with him about his club and did they have models, would the others be interested in a glamour shoot. Slowly getting more explicit, getting him hotter, getting him to almost beg me to set it up. Eventually I told him that I wanted more, I wanted to see her suck and fuck anyone who wanted her, and no condoms, I wanted to see their cum everywhere. Only I would not tell Mandy this, I wanted her to think that it was just like other adventures, showing herself and letting them touch her and maybe cum on her.
A few weeks later,it was arranged, my colleague had quietly gotten together group of 11 guys from the club who wanted to take part. He said the bondage idea was no problem as one member was really into that scene, I said that I did not want Mandy hurt in anyway, it was to be restraint only, nothing more. That agreed upon, we chatted about what she would wear, all the time knowing she would not be dressed for long anyway. We finally decided on thigh high black stockings,4 inch heels, a micro mini tartan kilt and a white silk blouse. The room was booked for 10 days time, it was a large room above some local shops that was frequently used for evening classes, but never for something like this, I thought.
On the night I went to pick up Mandy having already told her what to wear, she looked stunning. I could not resist a quick lick of that cunt and just knelt down in the doorway to her flat, lifted her skirt and tasted her sweet cunt – just to check it was properly shaved, of course. I know she hates it when I do this sort of thing there, she wants to hold on to some sort of image in front of the neighbours I guess, so I don't tend to expose her often at the flat, but that night was so special, she had no idea just how special it was going to get.
We drove the 5 minutes to the club and during the drive I told her that I had arranged for some photos to be taken of her, this came a no real surprise as I had prepared the ground by taking a few snap shots of her over the past couple of weeks and always saying I would love some proper pics to be taken. We parked the car and walked up the narrow stairs to the club room, her cute ass just peaking out from the bottom of her skirt as we walked up the stairs, it was almost a shame when we got to the top, the view had been so nice, those high heeled pumps, black stockings then about an inch of creamy thigh before that skimpy little kilt. We walked through the door at the top into this large well lit room, floor to ceiling drapes split the room into two sections, a large easy chair was in front of the drapes and a bar stool was placed about 10 feet away, studio lights were set up around the room and in one corner, chatting, drinking coffee where the 11 guys. I felt Mandy stiffen against me the moment she saw them – I admit I might have given her the impression that it would only be one guy. I leant over and whispered to her.