Where Am I And Why

Where Am I and Why

My eyes try to open. The room was dimly lit, but where was I? I was on a padded table and completely naked. As I took stock, my mouth had a foul taste, my face was sticky and crusty, my cock was standing straight up, quite raw and covered in the same sticky crusty mess as my face, my ass hurt and touching it found it not quite closed, filled with lube and what I was sure was someone else's cum.

As I sat up, I noticed a quite beautiful young lady on an adjoining padded table. She seemed to be asleep, with regular breathing and a steady heart rate. Her hips were on a triangular pad, lifting them up exposing both her cunt and her ass. Her face, tits, and cunt were covered in what appeared to be the same sticky crusty material that covered my face and cock. As I moved to look at her, I could see her cunt was quite red, puffy and inflamed, her ass was still gapped which gave a clue to my rather sore and chaffed ass. There was a pool of what was sure to be a mix of cum and lube below her smooth shaved cunt and ass, with more still dripping out of both. Her pierced nipples were still standing erect, but like my cock looked quite raw and abused. I didn't recognize her, though she looked somewhat familiar. Her hair showed some remaining signs of being in an elegant bun but was quite a mess now.

As I tried to remember how we got there all I could remember was attending a fancy fundraising ball at the country club. I noticed my tux neatly folded on a chair by my table, and a ball gown draped over a chair near her along with her heels, jewelry and purse. I recalled that dinner had been excellent followed by a live band and an open bar. But that gave no clue as to where we were, or why or who is this beautiful well fucked naked lady? As I looked at her, I tried to remember if I had been one of the parties that had fucked her. It didn't seem like something I would do or forget, though my brain was still quite fuzzy. I debated waking her up but decided to do some exploring first.

I noticed a small table between the two padded tables. I recognized some of the implements on the table. There were clamps, dildos, dental spreader gags, double dildo gags, crops, a couple of strap-on harnesses with several different size attachments including a rather large one, a couple of half used large tubes of lube, and several devices I didn't recognize. I did not see any restraints other than a couple of leather collars covered with the same mixture that covered both the lady and me.

I stuck my head out of the door and looked around only to see a cooler or two and a dumbwaiter in the hallway. I put on my briefs and tux pants to explore further. The door at one end of the hallway went to a below grade loading dock. The stairs at the other end of the hallway went to another hallway upstairs with double doors on both ends and the dumbwaiter from downstairs in the middle. The first doors I checked went into a commercial kitchen of some sort, not helpful in determining where I was.

As soon as I opened the doors at the other end of the hall, I had my answer as to where I was. I immediately recognized it as the ballroom in the country club where I had attended the fundraising gala the night before. The decorations were still up, and the room obviously hadn't been cleaned after the event. From a window I determined that it was around sunrise. I heard no one else but chose not to call out until I had a better idea of what was going on.

With no better alternative, I went back downstairs to both check on the beautiful lady, and hopefully learn more about why we were both there and obviously well fucked, but not otherwise restrained or hurt. The noise of me shutting the door as I reentered the room seemed to wake her from her sleep. She lifted her head, looked around and smiled before laying her head back down.

I didn't want to startle her, but I had to ask. "Excuse me, do you know why we are here and what happened?"

I did startle her a bit, but she sat up and looked at me, showing no great concern about her or my condition or nudity. She looked at me and explained, "You are new here aren't you. That is why they picked you. The gala is a fundraiser for the Women's Center and a few years ago it no longer met their financial needs. Someone had the great idea to have a pay for use gangbang. Each year they secretly draw a male name and a female name. This is my third time and I'm starting to think the drawing is not nearly as random as it should be. This must be your first time. Whoever oversaw the gangbang slipped both of us a roofie and you a double dose of Viagra. Even though we don't' remember it we had a wonderful time with lots of kinky sex and raised a very large donation for the Women's Center. I'm Mary Worthington, what is your name? I've seen you around but don't recall your name."

Out of habit I awkwardly stuck out my hand to shake and said, "I'm Bill Washington. What now?"

She laughed, "Well we can each go home, or you can bring that hard on up here and scratch my itch for a fuck we will both remember. She was right, at least I fondly remember it.

Apparently, I hadn't noticed the cameras in the room. A week later a flash drive arrived in the mail. It was edited to obscure everyone's identity, including both the lady and I, though it was easy to tell which of us were the main attractions for the event. The vid did prove that the lady and I had both enjoyed very long sessions of very kinky sex with quite a few people of both sexes. It was also obvious that Mary had ridden me at least once during the night. I looked her up. We have another date on Friday night, not at the country club this time.