Wendy was the first to wake up. The 29-year-old shook her head trying to figure out where she was. The last thing the pretty brunette remembered was being out partying with her two friends, Suzy and Mojo, to celebrate Suzy's divorce becoming official. They had driven to the city and booked a room for the weekend. While they didn't drink too much, things did go wilder than expected after visiting a male strip club, much at the behest of Suzy.
Wendy began to panic upon realizing that she was naked, and that her hands were bound behind her back and her feet tied together.
She looked about, seeing that both Mojo and Suzy were in the same condition, though still asleep. Wendy could vaguely remember talking to a man. Bits and pieces of that conversation were coming back, but it was cloudy. She remembered that they talked about sexual experiences, fantasies, number of partners and each of the girl's personal details: all things that they would normally never discuss with a stranger. She realized that he must have drugged them to get them to lose their inhibitions, and then lured them here and tied them up after they passed out.
Wendy wasn't certain, but she felt like she had not been sexually assaulted. But they had been stripped naked and bound, so she wasn't sure. With nothing covering her 36-24-36 body she felt totally vulnerable as she lay there with her C cup breasts and shaved pussy exposed, knowing that at least one man had seen her this way, if not taken advantage of her in some fashion. She tried to shake her head, hoping to get her long, brown hair to cover her tits, but that did not work. She nearly caused her large, round frame glasses to fall off. She looked about the room, her blue eyes taking in everything she could.
She tried to remember the man, or at if there had been more than one. Did they meet him at the strip club, or afterwards?
Things had gotten pretty wild at the club. It was the first time that any of them had been to a strip club like that one. The men were hot, as expected, but they went farther than the girls would imagine. Suzy hired three men for a private dance and that went way beyond what they had expected. All three of the ladies were active in church and come from somewhat conservative backgrounds. Wendy had waited until college to have sex, even though she was highly sought after by guys. Even then, she restricted her actions to oral sex only until her senior year when she gave in to her then boyfriend. She has now been dating the second man that has fucked her for two years. While she regularly fucks and sucks him, she still considers herself to be a little prudish. She doesn't even watch porn.
Wendy was shocked when she saw Suzy, the pretty 33-year-old who is Mojo's older sister, grab hold of one of the dancer's cock and start jacking him off. Both women had known that Suzy was anticipating sex with someone following her divorce. The 34-B, 26, 36 Latina with permed brown hair and dark brown eyes had been married for 10 years to a man who had become unfaithful and difficult to live with. True, Suzy had ended up cheating on him in the end, with a man she had met through work. But she had limited their encounters to giving him a blow job in the car once or twice a week and then going home and fucking her husband, pretending it was her lover. That lasted for a little over a month before she discovered that he was married and she ended things with him.
Wendy and Mojo watched in fascination while Suzy stroked the dancer's cock until he shot his cum onto the floor. Before realizing what she was doing, Wendy had the second dancer's manhood in her hand and jacked him off. The two women then cheered Mojo on to do the same.
30-year-old Mojo was more reluctant than her older sister and friend had been. She was happily married with three children. Mojo was a beautiful, short woman. At 5'4" she was a full two inches shorter than the other two. Even with three kids she had a firm, 34-B, 24-34 body and stayed fit thanks to a vigorous exercise plan. She had long brown hair and brown eyes and attracted attention everywhere she went. Wendy knew that Mojo had only been with three men in her life before meeting her husband at 21. She doubted that Mojo would dare touch the third dancer's cock. She was surprised that the woman had agreed to go into the back room at all. Then, feeling the peer pressure and knowing that no one would ever know about this night, Mojo grabbed the cock before her and quickly jacked the man off. Afterwards she had quickly suggested that they leave and go somewhere else.
"Suzy, Mojo. Wake up." She called out to her friends.
Mojo stirred first. She shook her head and discovered her nakedness, "What the hell..."
"Can you get your hands free?" Wendy asked.
Mojo panicked when she discovered that she was tied up. "Oh my god, where are we? Suzy, wake up!"
Suzy slowly opened her eyes. She looked about, seeing her two friends naked and bound. She tried to sit upright, but fell sideways when she couldn't move her arms from behind her back. "What the hell is going on? Where are we?"
They were laying on a plush carpet. The only furniture was a mattress against the wall. There were no covers, and no sign of their clothes in the room.
They heard the door open and a man walked in, wearing a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. He had on white tennis shoes, but what scared them was the ski mask that covered his face. All three of them felt totally exposed at laying there naked in front of him. They could see his brown eyes looking over their bodies through the mask opening as he approached. He lingered a little longer on Mojo, with her perky breasts and trimmed pussy. Both Wendy and Suzy were completely shaved. Wendy was always that way, but Suzy had begun shaving after filing for divorce in anticipation of meeting someone new.
"Glad to see that you're all awake. Now we can have some fun." The man said.
"Let us go!" Mojo demanded.
"No chance," he replied, "I've gone too far to back out now. Besides, you were all horny as hell last night. So I'm gonna help each of you with that."
He grabbed Mojo and dragged her to the mattress, then did the same with Suzy and Wendy in turn. He put Wendy in the middle of them and then dropped down and started fondling her large tits. "I think I'll start the fun with these." He said.
"Don't touch me, pervert!" She yelled.
Suzy screamed for help.
"Yell all you want. There's no one anywhere near here. And if there was they would probably join me."
He pulled his shirt off, then kicked off his shoes and lowered his jeans and boxers before stepping out of them. His 7-inch cock was hard and ready. His groin was shaved, like the dancers had been, making the girls wonder if he worked with them. But he wasn't built like the dancers had been.
Paul was not a dancer, but he had been in the club. The 22-year-old worked at the bar across the street, but was off and had been there talking to the manager about possibly joining as a bartender. He had seen the ladies leaving the private room and followed them out. When they walked across the street to the bar he worked at he stayed close enough to overhear their conversation. He went in the back and grabbed some knockout drugs and slipped them into their drinks. As they took effect, he offered to get them an Uber back to their hotel, and lured them to his car. Soon he had them revealing all sorts of personal information until all three passed out. He then pulled into this warehouse where he carried them into this room, stripped them and tied them up.
Wendy yelled in protest when Paul straddled her chest. "Have you ever been tittie fucked?" He asked.