(Thanks again to Frontma; editor extraordinaire)
(*Even if we knew what we wanted we'd still be unsatisfied*)
Roxanne Ferrier carefully took the last few steps to the front door of her house. She'd memorized the approach carefully all day long, including several tries blindfolded. Her whole body felt electric and was even more on edge now that the doorbell rang. It was time; it was her last opportunity to end this crazy turn her life had taken at the wedding so few weeks earlier.
Only when she'd fully opened the door did it occur to her that if this wasn't her gentleman caller, this would be highly humiliating. For several seconds nothing was said.
"Hello," Roxanne said cautiously.
"I must say that you look stunning, Roxanne," the man's voice finally rang out.
Roxanne certainly hoped she'd get some kind of positive reaction. She was in four-inch red heels, sheer red thigh-high stockings, a red G-string, and a gossamer full-length red robe that concealed nothing. Having opened the door to a total stranger would have been highly embarrassing indeed.
"Move back five steps," he instructed her in that deep, throaty voice. Roxanne carefully complied. She was still getting used to walking in heels this high. As she took that last step she heard something heavy drop to the ground inside the door and then the door shut. She didn't sense him draw close until she felt his hands part her robe and his breathe upon her left nipple.
He kissed it tenderly, then gently wrapped the tip of the nipple with his lips. Roxanne felt her body respond reflexively and a low moan escaped her lips. Dragging it out, he slowly pulled more of her aroused nipple into his mouth until he began flicking his tongue over the tip. Roxanne blindly reached out with both hands to pull his head in tighter to her bosom.
"No," he commanded her. She imagined him standing over her as he pressed her arms to her side. "I need a large carpeted room," he informed her next.
"To the left," Roxanne indicated with her head. Roxanne started to go that way when the man suddenly swept her up in his arms and carried her in that direction.
Roxanne nestled her face into his neck and inhaled his scent. This mystery man smelt masculine with a hint of cologne and something she wanted desperately to become familiar with. She even realized how crazy that sounded but she was past caring. The man set her back on her feet and ran his hands over her throat and shoulders.
"I love the robe but I think we'll have time for that later. Right now, I have a surprise planned for you tonight," he told her.
"What is it?" she wished out loud. He responded by turning her slightly and swatting her bottom. "Ow," she gasped lightly; the smack was playful, not meant to harm.
"It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you about it," he scolded her, then slid her dressing gown to the ground. He kissed Roxanne on her stomach and thigh as he reached down to put it somewhere else. Next he turned her around and began binding her hands behind her back. Finally, he began fooling around with her blindfold. She realized he was putting a second mask (a sleeping mask?) on top and then using hairpins to keep it in place.
The man moved a few pieces of furniture, then pulled Roxanne to the center of the room and had her bend over and spread her legs.
"Are you looking forward to this?" he whispered into her ear. Without knowing what it was, Roxanne nodded. He responded by pulling her G-string down and tossed it aside.
"Tell me you want this," he asked.
"I ... yes," she murmured.
"Tell me," he repeated. "Tell me how much you want this."
"I want this; I really want this night to work," she replied with urgency. The man kissed her deeply on the lips, their tongues dancing back and forth, and he drank deeply from her passion.
Before moving away he caressed her right tit, pinching the nipple and bouncing its small mass in his hand. In the past she'd always worried about her breasts being too small but since her lover had entered her life, she'd begun seeing them as a perfect complement to her lithe form. With the attention he lavished on her breasts, she really got the feeling he loved every bit of them too.
He guided her into a kneeling position, then she heard him moving off, and after a few more seconds she heard the sound of door opening. For a moment she had a doubt – a fear that he was leaving again. It took another second for her to realize the door hadn't shut and that the cool night air was entering her home. Roxanne didn't know what to make of that until she heard a van's sliding door open and several voices. All the voices were in whispers with some hushed laughter.
As she heard the first person's shoes resonate off the hardwood floor, the man spoke.
"Remember, don't talk too much and no names," he cautioned the newcomer. Roxanne's heart started thundering in her temples as her fear of being manhandled by a number of total strangers overtook her. This was more than she had bargained for.
She found herself trembling and her lips opened to plead for this to end; her fear began to overwhelm her.
"Trust me," the man surprised her, as he breathed onto her ear. "I'll be right here." Roxanne gulped and nodded her head.
The next sound she heard was clothes being removed. Roxanne's ears strained to hear what was happening around her, catching the sounds of feet moving across the carpet toward her before the person's knee brushed against her own as that person knelt down. She shivered once, then nearly jolted backwards when she felt a hand press against her left breast.
"Oh, nice," the new voice said. It was a woman's and very familiar. As Roxanne tried to place it, she noted the hand on her was tipped with well-manicured long nails. The female stranger's other hand playfully slapped her other nipple, causing Roxanne to moan with pleasure. That same hand worked its way down between her extended legs, lingering a moment at her belly button.
"God, you are so slick," the woman giggled as she ran a finger along Roxanne's slit.
'Oh, hell,' Roxanne thought. She knew that voice and it belonged to Kimberly Wong, one of her workers. Roxanne felt betrayed and humiliated. Tears began to soak into her blindfold and she sobbed slightly.
"Horny little slut, aren't you?" Kimberly teased. Despite herself, Roxanne found herself nodding. About that time she heard a second person undressing. Kimberly began rubbing her outer cunt lips as the second person came close. This time, she felt the heat of the person at her side, then rough man hands touched her stomach and waist.
"She's a tight little thing," the second person said. It was another person who worked under her at the office, Roger. She couldn't stop another shudder passing through her frame. Before long, Roger's hands began rubbing against her ass and competing for attention around her cunt.
"Hey," Kimberly chuckled, "I was here first."
"Sorry," Roger laughed. "I will find some other part to play with." To emphasize the point, he cupped her ass, then slapped it hard. His hand on the front brushed up her stomach to her right breast and began mauling it. Being abused by her two employees was becoming too much for Roxanne. She felt herself on the verge of calling out to her mystery lover but hesitated out of the fear that all of this might be an elaborate trap for her.
A third person was now undressing and a real dread was building up inside her.
