"Now spin around for me," said Danny. His voice was a bit garbled through her laptop's speaker, and the video was a bit choppy from his webcam. She hoped things were better on his end.
She stood up from being bent over her laptop keyboard, where her barely contained breasts had hung in front of her own webcam a moment before. She was wearing a sheer black nightgown with light gray lace trim. The bottom of the teddy went just past her hips.
She pirouetted so that the soft fabric slid up her body, exposing a simple black g-string.
"I think that will do nicely," said Danny. "I wish I was the one coming over tonight to fuck you."
"You're not?" she said. She had assumed the steamy video chat was just a preshow.
"Nope," he replied. "I have to get up early to help my dad with something."
"So who is coming over?" she asked.
"Well," he said with a grin, "I thought I'd let that be a surprise. And I don't know when he'll show up, exactly. But you do for him what you'd do for me."
Which was anything. She had agreed to be a total sex toy for Danny and his friend Brian (not to mention several of their friends and also some strangers) for the summer. There was only a week left before they left for their respective colleges, so they were cramming in as much fun with her as they could. And when they couldn't be with her physically, the webcam on her new laptop had proven to be an acceptable surrogate. Two nights ago, Brian had watched her fuck herself with a gigantic dildo.
She blew Danny a virtual kiss as he signed off, and then went over to the bedroom and crawled into the big bed with the latest book she was reading. She read for an hour or so, but began to drift off. Whoever was coming hadn't shown up yet. Maybe he hadn't been able to make it, she thought.
She woke to the sound of her doorbell ringing. She moaned and looked at the clock. Two in the morning. Couldn't her mystery lover have come by a bit earlier? She tousled her black curls and snatched at the short silk robe lying on the chair near her. As she stumbled into the hallway, yawning, she tied up the robe. "I'm coming!" she yelled as the doorbell rang again. Sheesh.
As she walked past the dining room to the door, she felt a sudden whoosh of air behind her, and she screamed out just as a hand covered her mouth and nose. She squirmed, but the man behind her held her tight.
"Well well," a voice whispered behind her ear, "don't you look delightful. Danny said he had you dress up for us."
As the realization hit her sleepy brain, she relaxed. This was her visitor for the night. So who was at the door? Things were going to get fun, she thought. And how had this guy gotten in?
The hand not covering her mouth slid down and around until it cupped her ass. "Mmm," the voice said, "I'm going to fuck that hard tonight."
"I know Danny told you to do anything I want," the whispering voice continued, "but we're going to play a game, and I'm going to get a little fantasy acted out. I want you to struggle as much as you can. But don't try to escape, and don't cry out. At least not too loudly." The voice chuckled at this last. She nodded to show she understood.
"Good," he said, "pretend you're getting raped. Resist it as much as you can. Until I show you how I'm going to blackmail you. Then I want you to give in, but I want you to be reluctant."
She nodded again. "I've thought about tonight quite a bit," he said, "and I've masturbated to the vision a lot. But tonight you'll be the one caressing my big, long cock." And at that she recognized the voice. Greg. Danny and Brian's well-endowed friend, who had had some fun with her over the summer as well. She nodded for a final time, but vigorously. Oh, yeah, his dick was a treasure, and it sounded like she'd get a lot of time with it tonight. And, she guessed, with at least one other one. Her pussy clenched at the thought.
"Good," he said again. "Okay, showtime." He called out, "you can open the door. I've got her." The door opened to reveal two bulky men, wearing ski masks. She imagined Greg was wearing one, too. She knew she had locked the door, but she guessed Greg had unlocked it when he snuck into her house.
As the two men stepped in, she shouted out against Greg's hand and squirmed violently, though not so violently as to force Greg to lose his grip.
"Turn on the light," said Greg, "so we can get a good look at our fun for tonight." She squirmed and shouted again.
The light came on, and she blinked against its sudden glare.
"Dude," said one of the men at the door, "you said she was a sure thing. She doesn't look like a sure thing right now."
"She will be a sure thing once we show her the present we brought her. Isn't that right? You're going to do what we want?" Another shout and another struggle. Greg adjusted his grip to hold her wrist in his hand. He squeezed it until it hurt, and she quieted down.
"See? She's getting calmer already." She shouted into his hand and shot angry glares at the other two men.
"Dude, I'm not up to raping some chick," said the guy on her left.
"Will you just trust me?" Greg snapped. "We'll make sure she asks politely before we have some fun with her. I told you she's a sure thing, and she is. If she doesn't want to play along with us when we show her her present, we'll leave. Fair enough."
The two men looked at each other. She could sense their hesitation. But they looked back and nodded, slowly. "This isn't turning into a rape, though, man."
"Trust me," Greg said again, "it won't."
"Now," said Greg, "why doesn't one of you open up the robe and see what we'll be enjoying tonight. Once she asks us to."
The man who had spoken stepped forward, and Gloria began to squirm again. As he stepped closer, she kicked out. Her foot connected with his groin. It had been a light kick, but it had been hard enough to make him wince.
"Bitch!" he said as the pain shot through him. He stepped up quickly, smacking her next kick away, and grabbed her robe. He slid his hands down to the thin sash tying it closed.
"That fucking hurt," he said. "If my friend here was right, and you are a sure thing, I'm going to make you pay for that." With that, he yanked at the loose knot and ripped her robe open. The two men facing her froze when confronted with the sheer black fabric covering her full 36C breasts. The one who had opened her robe let out a low whistle and looked down at the heaving cleavage just visible through the see-through fabric.
"You weren't kidding when you said she was hot," said her disrober.
"Yeah, I hope this whole thing works out, man," said the other man facing her. "Because I want to see that body." She shouted and squirmed again.
"Look, guys," said Greg, "she dresses like this just when she's going to bed. I'm telling you, she's a slut." She shouted again. "Once we convince her to have sex with us, she'll go all out." Another squirm.
"Hey, man," said Greg to the friend who was still holding back. "Come closer and take her from me. I want to feel those nice tits for a minute." The second stranger came up and took her wrists from Greg. But in the hand-off, Gloria writhed and broke free. Second Guy tried to snatch her, but he grabbed her robe and she quickly pulled out of it. Greg tried to stop her, but she shoved at him and ran past. She darted toward her bedroom and closed the door without locking it. A smart victim would have rushed out the front door or screamed or locked the bedroom door. She hoped Greg's friends would assume she had panicked and hadn't thought straight, not that she was in on the game.
She knew exactly where she'd hide. She and her ex-husband had played "midnight rapist" a number of times. In fact, she thought, she might have been wearing this same outfit for one of them.
