Warning, this story contains scenes of BDSM, humiliation, lesbian and straight gang bang. This a CNC, which means consensual/nonconsensual. The main character is stripped and 'forced' to fuck everyone at a dinner party that she is hosting. It is not something that she had planned, rather her two friends 'forced' her into it. What happens after the party is left open, so feel free to expand o9 this story, as long as you acknowledge this story and me in the intro to your story.
OK, so this next bit has absolutely nothing to do with this story, but I'm hoping someone can help me here. I read a multi-part story a while ago, and I can't find it again. It is about a woman that returns to NYC for her younger sister's wedding. They are heirs to a hotel chain. The first night back, she goes to a lesbian bar and ends up taking a strange woman back to her room. After a fantastic night of sex, she wakes up to find the woman has left, but she left her a drawing. The next evening, while she is attending a dinner party for her sister, she discovers that the strange woman is actually engaged to her younger brother, who is, BTW, a complete asshole and hates her. The3 two women fall in love, but need to hide their love from everyone else. I would really love to find this story again. The author did a really great job of writing the emotions and conflict. If anyone can point me to it, it would be appreciated. Thanks.
Dinner Party Disgrace:
My name is Gail McTavish. Yes, I'm Irish. I have flaming red hair, green eyes, and the famous temper to prove that. I'm 36-years-old, and I have never been married or had children. I could just never see myself settling down like that. I should also mention that I am fully bisexual, although I do lean more towards women than men. Still, I do love the occasional real cock on occasion. Also, I should mention that I do have a very active fantasy imagination, and those fantasies do sometimes tend to be more on the kinky side. Another part of me that will be impacted in this story is that I tend to be on the submissive side in bed (on the couch, floor, kitchen table, back yard, etc.) You get the picture.
OK, so what do I look like? Let's see, we already have eyes, hair, and creamy pale complexion (I'm Irish). I have a smattering of freckles across my thin, aquiline nose. I have high cheek bones, and a pouting mouth with full kissable lips. I'm 5'5" tall, weigh around 120-pounds, slim waist, full hips, long legs, and a 38DD bust. Let's just say that I have never suffered from a lack of attention from either men or women. I am fairly outgoing, so it shouldn't surprise you that I have a large and diverse group of friends. I am what you would call a WILF (Woman I Would Love to Fuck. I can't call myself a MILF, because, as I said, I never had children).
It was the Friday before Memorial Day. I was hosting a dinner party for all my friends and a few of my neighbors and coworkers. It was my annual 'Kick Off Summer' Party. It wasn't a real formal affair, but it was still a bit of a dress-up party. Cocktail dresses for the women and suits and ties for the men. I had been doing this for the last ten years, ever since I had passed the Bar exam and got my first real job as a lawyer. The first several years, I had spent the entire day cooking for it. Since then, I have gotten the reputation as a real shark. Now I could afford to have it catered.
OK. So, to skip a lot of the boring stuff, let's get to the party. The caterers had already dropped off and set up the food. I had about 20 guests that were already enjoying the cocktails and milling about as they associated with each other. Being the hostess, I had dressed to impress. I was wearing a light green strapless dress with matching 4-inch heels.
My downfall was that I had invited my two best friends and closest lovers to the party as well. Joanne (Jo) and Margerat (Madge) were not only my most frequent lovers, but they also knew my deepest, darkest secrets. They not only knew my darkest fantasies, but they knew where my secrets were kept (in a big plastic tub under my bed. Larger items were stored in a spare bedroom that was kept locked when guests were over).
My most secret, darkest fantasy? Have you ever seen those porn videos called 'Public Disgrace'? The ones where a naked woman is led into a bar or other business naked and bound, then forced to fuck, suck, lick, etc. every person there? She is groped, usually flogged and spanked as well. Most of the time, she is fingered and vibrated until she orgasms in front of everyone. She is humiliated and disgraced in public. She also ends up fucked by everyone there. I probably have every one of those videos that is on the internet saved on my laptop.
Yes, both Jo and Madge knew about those fantasies. They had gotten them out of me under supreme duress. Seriously, any woman would answer any questions when edged to the breaking point.
Back to the story. Cocktail hour had been over for a couple of hours already. Dinner had been consumed. Desert over. It was about a half an hour into the after-dinner cocktails and mingling when it happened. Jo and Madge had disappeared for a while, but they soon returned. Everything was going great, and all the guests were having a great time. I had no idea that my best friends has slowly positioned themselves right behind me. I had just finished my drink and set the empty glass down on a convenient table when my arms were suddenly grabbed and forced behind my back. Before I could even begin to struggle, Jo was forcing an arm binder onto my arms. I began to scream and demand to be let go. That just brought everyone's attention to us. My screams and pleas were quickly cut off when Madge produced my spider gag and forced it into my mouth.
"We debated on using the ball gag, but then decided that the ball gag would block the use of your mouth. This leaves all three of your holes open and available for use. Be a good girl for us, and we may remove it later. After all, it is a lot more pleasurable if you are able willingly suck and lick, using your lips and tongue to their full extent." Madge whispered in my ear as she was buckling the gag in place.
Within minutes the arm binder was secured in place. Having my elbows locked together behind my back caused my tits to be thrust forward. Al I could do was stare at everyone attending the party as their entire focus was on me and what my friends were doing to me.
"Ladies and gentlemen." Jo announced. "This evening's entertainment has been slightly modified. Instead of the planed 'cocktail' (she raised her glass to indicate the cocktail she was currently drinking) hour, we are now having a 'Cock' (pointing at the crotch of one of the closer men) 'Tail' (turning be 180 degrees and giving my ass a spank) several hours."
"What you all may not know about our little slut," Madge continued. "Is that she has a very large kinky side to her. She is not only very bisexual, but she really gets off on BDSM, humiliation, and being degraded in public. She really loved all those 'Public Disgrace' videos where a woman is stripped in a bar full of people groped, made to orgasm, suck, fuck, and lick the pussies of everyone in the bar. As an added benefit, our little slut here actually has a room in the basement full of bondage equipment and BDSM toys to play with."
With that said, Madge pulled my arms up slightly, just to get them away from my body and not interfere. With my hands a few inches away from my dress, Jo reached over and pulled the zipper of my dress all the way down. With no straps to hold it up, my dress fell away and pooled on the floor at my feet. As I said, it was a strapless dress, so I was not wearing a bra under it. My now unfettered breasts jiggled as the material slid away. What had not been apparent until now was that I was also not wearing panties either. My garter belt did a nice job of framing my naked pussy with its well-manicured landing strip. I was even more humiliated when Madge turned me around, bunt me over and displayed the butt plug that I had in my ass.
Jo buckled a leather collar around my neck, then clipped a leash to it. I was led over to the center of the living room and told to stand with my feet two feet apart. Madge appeared in front of me with a telescoping pole thar was attached to a large rectangular steel base. She stood it up between my feet, then attached a steel dildo to the top. It was my one-bar prison. She loosened the collars on the pole and extended it up until the entire dildo was buried in my now soaking wet pussy. For those of you unfamiliar with a one-bar prison, the dildo on the pole, when fully inserted, keeps you standing in that one spot and unable to move away. Why not just step off of it? With your legs spread, you can't balance enough to lift either leg enough to free yourself without losing your balance.
"OK. First item on the agenda is to see how hard we can make this slut cum while we all watch. Feel free to grope and fondle her as much as you like. OH, and to make things really fun, we have a couple of decorations to add to her."
Jo took that opportunity to clip a pair of rather painful nipple clamps om me. This pair also had little bells attached to them. I knew that when I orgasmed, my body would shake, and the bells would ring. While Jo was clipping on the nipple clamps, Madge was installing the really evil use of the metal pole and metal dildo buried in my pussy. Using really strong tape, she taped my powerful Magic Wand vibrator to the pole. The strong vibrations from the wand would transfer to the metal pole, then travel up onto the dildo that was buried inside of me. I forgot to mention that the particular dildo she used had a small protrusion on the base that nestled against my clitoris.
Being a Mechanical Engineer, I had designed and machined this particular dildo for the specific use with the one-bar prison exactly for this purpose. I realized that I was in deep, deep trouble. There was no possible way that I could prevent myself from having a massive and humiliating orgasm in front of all of my guests. Oddly, that thought brought a new gush of arousal to me.
It was Sasha, my next-door neighbor that moved in on me first. She began by cupping my big tots and shaking them gently. That not only caused the bells to jingle. But it also made them sway and put more pressure on my abused nipples. She then used her thumbs to gently brush across my nipples, adding even more stimulation.