Chapter 6; Frat Party Slut.
"Jess, wake-up!"
I heard those words and felt someone shaking me as I awoke from my groggy sleep. The first thing I realized was that I was naked. I could feel my sensitive nipples rubbing up against the coarse duvet. Then I felt a fullness in my ass like I had to take a giant shit.
"Let's buzz her – that will get her awake fast." It was Paul's voice.
Suddenly I felt a churning in my ass as the butt-plug came to life.
"Cut it out you shits, I'm awake!" I growled at my tormentors.
"Are you drunk you little slut?" demanded Glen as he picked up the bottle of whiskey from the night table and began measuring its contents with his eyes.
"I am not drunk, I just fell asleep, that's all. What time is it?"
"Twenty to eight. Time for you to get ready before anyone else arrives. And you're not even dressed yet!"
Glen threw the bag with the shoes, stockings and garter belt next to where I was laying and began taking out the stuff, holding them with two fingers as if they would explode. I began putting on the black stockings, then snapped the garter belt around my waist and started snapping it to the stockings. The two men stared at me in rapt attention.
"Haven't you perverts ever seen a woman put on stockings before?" I asked them in a mocking and somewhat annoyed voice.
"No!" they both answered in unison.
Paul began to stroke my nylon covered leg as I fastened on the Lucite fuck-me shoes, wiggling away as best I could. Finally, I grabbed my Wal-Mart bra and panty set and started to put on the transparent g-string.
"Stop right there, I say you're dressed enough." said Glen. I gave him my dirtiest look.
"Not on your life. I need to put on this lingerie otherwise I will feel too self conscious."
The boys stared at each other.
"No one is going to see her tits anyway." Paul said to Glen in a matter of fact voice. "And it might be fun to let the Brothers take off her g-string, you know, to kinda unwrap their present."
"Those dorks might not find the right hole if she covers it up." growled Glen. "OK, put it on if it makes you feel better."
With that, Glen grabbed my arm as I was putting on my sheer black bra and guided me down the stairs. Two of the boys I recognized from the other night at Glen's house were standing on each side of the curtain. They both gave me a mock bow and then held up the velour curtain that now hung from the doorway to the butler's pantry. As the curtain was raised, I could see the narrow table wedged flush into the doorway and extending into the darkness beyond. It was so dark, in fact, that I had to look carefully to realize that there was another curtain on the inside of the doorway.
I noticed that some kind of a wooden box or trunk was pushed under the table. There was a scratchy wool olive drab blanket draped over the table and one of the boys covered it with a dirty looking white towel.
"You should be pretty comfortable in here" said one of Glen's friends. "We made sure that it was padded and even tried it out ourselves."
I walked over to the table. In my high Lucite platform heels I almost towered over the two boys who were holding up the curtain. Each boy then bent down and took one of my ankles and wrapped a fur-lined cuff around each, fastening them with Velcro. The cuffs were silky smooth, almost sensuous. All of a sudden Glen's head appeared under the other curtain.
"OK sweet-tits, stop fucking around and bend over the table."
Glen held out his arms to assist me onto the table. I bent at the waist and lowered my torso down onto the table. The two boys began spreading my legs and tying each ankle cuff to the table legs. Since the door and table were less than three feet apart, it really wasn't too uncomfortable. I began to wiggle my ass seductively trying to get more comfortable. I felt hands caressing the backs of my legs, my ass and pussy. As I looked up I was staring right at Glen's bulging crotch.
Glen began to arrange the inside curtain around my back and sides. Most of my body was now in the little butler's pantry room with Glen. I noticed that the sounds in the other room were now muffled by the two dense velour curtains. Glen quickly went to work tying me to the table top. He used several colorful silk scarves tied together that he looped under the table and around my back, holding me down firmly with his hand until I was solidly tied to the table.
I felt one of the boys in the other room rudely begin rubbing my pussy through my panties. I could feel my ass wiggling and grinding in small circles as I watched Glen finish up my bindings. The set-up was truly schizophrenic! Here I was able to carry on a normal conversation with Glen in this small, fluorescent-lit room while strange men where touching my most private parts, unseen by me in another room! It is almost impossible to explain - like "feeling" a porno movie.
When he was done, Glen squatted down so his face was opposite mine. He smoothed out the towel under my chin, then grabbed my face and gazed into my eyes.
"You gonna be ok sweet-tits?"
There was a genuine look of concern in his eyes. My heart began to melt and I could feel my pussy getting hot and starting to itch. I just looked into his eyes and didn't speak. His lips began to drift toward mine and I closed my eyes. Since I was immobile, I had to wait for him to move the few millimeters needed so that our lips would meet. I could feel his hot breath and a longing began to well up in my chest. I began to feel my nipples harden against the material of my bra and the rough terrycloth towel under me.
Finally I felt his lips graze mine! He was teasing me. I struggled to kiss Glen, but he taunted my helplessness by gently grazing my lips. When he finally began kissing me, I burst in passion, trying to wedge my tongue into his mouth, anything to drag him closer to me. In truth, my tongue was the only part of my body that I could move to get closer to him.
As our lips met in hot, passionate kisses, I felt hands all over my ass, pussy and legs. The sluttiness of my position, kissing my boyfriend passionately while his friends caressed my most private parts out of our sight, nearly made me cum.
Suddenly Glen stood up and opened the door to the pantry that led into the kitchen. Paul squeezed in holding an armful of wires and electronic equipment. I watched as he set up a laptop computer on the short counter and attached wires to it.
"What is that?" I asked Glen.
"That sweet-tits, is our 'pussy-cam'. It will record whatever is happening in the room behind you from two views, so that we can see what is going on."
I craned my neck to look at the large color screen on the laptop which was split into two parts. I could see a boy on the split-screen. One was a close up picture of his face as crouched in back of me arranging the curtain and the other showed a wide angle shot of his back and my ass with my g-string disappearing down my crack!
In a loud voice Paul instructed the boy who was adjusting the camera in the other room to zoom in and focus on my crotch. I could see the pouch of the g-string holding my moist pussy and could just make out the crease of my shaved pussy lips through the transparent material.
"Great resolution isn't it sweet-tits? You will be the star of our porno film and no one will ever see your face."
Glen was right. I wiggled my ass and watched it move on the screen, one on the wide angle rear shot and the other one looking down at my ass and whoever was standing behind it. Paul pushed a few more buttons on the laptop and I could hear the two boys in the other room talking in a low voice as if they were both whispering in my ear!
