Dawn had heard about this place called the Club Manitou. The place was named after a mischievous Native American spirit. It was a private club that had opened for business only a month ago, but from the stories that were quickly spreading throughout the city it was the new place to be on Friday night.
She had listened to the stories with much interest and spent many nights fantasizing about the place and the things going on that went on there. Dawn had whispered these stories to Steven, her husband, while they were in bed at night fucking. Rumors of mass orgies and incest seemed to be flooding the Internet about the place.
A week past by, with her giving recounts of these stories in explicit detail to Steven, as he secretly plotted a surprise for his wife. Her birthday was coming up soon and he wanted to give her something special. They had never really done anything crazy and spontaneous, but with her fascination with the Club Manitou the time for exploration seemed to have arrived.
Friday had arrived and when Dawn awoke she found the first of her presents lying on the bed beside her. She opened the pink box and unfolded the tissue paper revealing a black and silver dress. Raising it up out of the box and holding it up she noticed that it was short with black lace sewn into the front and back.
The lace design swirled around the breasts, ass and crotch areas with thin sliver spirals. There was a silver stripe that ran the length of the collar down to a v-shape just below the bust line. The hem of the dress was jagged, almost like it was ripped and torn, and also was lined with silver.
Dawn had to try on the dress. She slid it down her sleek body and adjusted it here and there until she was satisfied. The damn thing was tight. So tight that she knew that she wouldn’t be able to wear anything underneath but maybe stockings and garters.
She looked at herself in the mirror she was surprised at the affect that it was having on her. Wetness began to build in her groin as she ran her hand from her neck down her body feeling the material against her naked skin. Her nipples hardened and could be seen through the lace that covered them. The v-cut stopped just below her breasts and she realized that her tits, that stretched the opening, were barely covered.
The frayed edge of the dress rode up her right thigh almost to her waist. She pushed her hand down her bare right leg. Her fingernails lightly clawing her sensitive skin as her hand made its way up her thigh under the opening of the dress. It was just as she thought. Her hand moved easily under the edge of the dress feeling the heat radiate from her moistening crotch.
Her fingers touched her shaved lips causing juices to dribble down her leg. Dawn couldn’t remember the last time she was this horny. A finger pushed passed her swelling lips. A moan escaped her lips as the finger drove deeper into her cunt. Dawn’s other hand snaked up to her chest.
Her breathing was growing steadily heavy causing her breasts to rise and fall. She ran her palm over her lace-covered nipples. They reacted immediately to her touch and hardened pushing against the fabric. The tips of her fingers traced around her left nipple and then her right as she added another finger into her cunt.
“Oh yess!” Dawn was moaning with each stroke of her fingers. She slid them out and up to her hardening clit and smearing her juices around it. Her fingers trapping her clit between them and then she pushed then down back into her lips again. Slow pulling her fingers out over the top of her clit and then back down into her pussy again.
“Fuck! Yes—Oh! YESSS!” The orgasm that was building was massive. The feeling of the dress and her fingers caused her pleasure to spike. She imagined herself in the club surrounded by men and women wearing masks.
The masks were nothing special just cloth masks with eyeholes cut out. They wore long velvet cloaks of various dark colors with nothing-on underneath. They were paired off in twos and threes surrounding her.
