I like that time when I am not quite awake, but not quite asleep. Am I dreaming or do I feel Wolf cupping my breast as his erection is growing between my thighs? Maybe I am dreaming after reliving the night Wolf made me his cum slut. You can read Healing Pt. 2 if you don't remember the story.
Wolf created my lust for cum on my twenty-first birthday, but I was technically still a virgin. He promised to change that the next weekend. He stopped by my desk everyday spouting double entendres and innuendos. The other women in the office suspected I had succumbed to his charms, but they could not be certain. That was until Wolf left a Victoria's Secret shopping bag on my desk with a note attached, "For our Saturday night date."
Embarrassed, I nevertheless opened the bag when I returned to my desk. Inside was a sheer, red silk nightgown with a plunging neckline and the sides split to the waist, matching garter belt, and black silk stockings. A pair of 4 inch red heels consisting of little more than thin straps across the toes and a thin ankle strap. I grabbed the bag and marched down to Wolf's office.
I didn't bother to knock; rather I marched in and dropped the bag on his desk.
"What is this?" I asked.
"Your outfit for our date Saturday night."
I hesitated, torn between anticipation and anger. "Our date?"
"Yes, I asked you on the boat. You said yes."
I felt the tingling begin between my legs. He promised to complete my transformation to womanhood and I wanted it to happen.
"You bought me an outfit? What about the rest of it?"
"The rest of it?"
"Bra and panties. The rest of it."
"You have everything you need for our date. As for the rest of it, you only need what little you found in the bag. I intend to ravish your naked body and teach you how to fuck like a whore. You won't need the rest of it."
I didn't know whether to be offended or submit to him over his desk. Instead, I took the bag and quietly retreated to the office and my desk. The other women in the office smirked when I returned. One suggested out loud that Wolf was dining on fresh meat come the weekend.
Still half asleep, I remembered bathing and preening Friday night and Saturday. Gathering my courage, I slipped the nightgown over my head. Wolf called it an evening gown. I called it obscene. In the bright daylight, I could see my breasts, my pussy, and my ass. I convinced myself it would be more opaque in the evening darkness and subdued lighting in the restaurant.
I bathed, shaved myself smooth, and rubbed lotion into my skin, paying close attention to the parts I knew Wolf would soon be fondling. I donned the garter belt and eased the silk stockings up my legs and attached the to the garters. I examined myself in the mirror. I thought the image before me would arouse any man; at least that is what I told myself. I really remained naive despite my newfound lust for semen.
I slipped the silk garment over my head. Thin spaghetti straps tied in bows on my shoulder. The bodice was cut in a Vee to my navel. The material gathered below my tits, lifting them and pulling the material taut so that my nipples strained against the thin silk. The cut of the cleavage showed the underside of my breasts as well as my "side boob." The back of the "dress" was open to the top of butt, stopping at the point where my cheeks and the hollow of my back met. The material stopped short of my ankles so that my heels were visible. All well and good, but the gown was split up the sides to my waist, revealing the tops of my stockings and my lack of panties. Was I really going out in public dressed like a whore?
Wolf definitely liked what he saw when I opened my front door. He took me in his arms for a long, sensuous kiss. He stepped back, taking me in with one lingering glance from my head to my heels. He turned me around, slowly, assessing my nearly naked look.
"Beautiful," he declared. "Every man who sees you tonight will want to fuck you."
"That's because I am naked," I protested. "This nightgown is transparent and I am not wearing anything under it."
"Nonsense! It is the hottest evening wear on the market and you look amazing wearing it. Before the night is over you will know what it feels like to have every man desiring you. And when you think you could not be more aroused, I will fuck you into an orgasmic state that you will want to relive for the rest of your life."
I kept thinking I should wake up, but the memory of that night continued to play in my muddled mind. He took me to a small French restaurant where we were seated in view of all who came and went. The waiter seated me where a spotlight seemed to be directed to highlight my half naked form. The light turned the opaque material of my gown nearly transparent. My breasts were on full display and no one bothered to disguise the fact that they were staring at me.
After we ordered drinks and our meal, a young man, about my own age, approached Wolf and asked if he could dance with me. Wolf said yes without asking what I might desire, so I stood and allowed the man to lead me to a clear space in the center of the dining area. A quartet played slow, romantic music. Not really suitable for formal dancing, but perfect for swaying and making out while pretending to dance without moving much.
The young man intended to do just that, make out with me in front of the diners. I might as well have been naked as he moved me under another spotlight. My garter belt and stockings stood out and my bare butt appeared to be as naked as my exposed back. He ran his hands down my side and slipped them through the slits in my dress at my waist and began caressing my bare butt cheeks. Everyone could see what he was doing and I was too embarrassed to stop him.
I remember how good it felt. I think the fact that it was so wrong turned me on even more. Without thinking, I began to grind my pelvis into his. Then I felt his penis begin to grow and I pressed my stomach into his trying to work myself against him. I wanted to feel his arousal. OMG, Wolf was right. I was becoming aroused as a stranger tried to seduce me on the dance floor.
When the song ended, I stuttered out a Thank You and rushed back to my table. Wolf asked if I enjoyed myself and I nodded yes.
"Did he have a big cock?"
"What?" Did I hear him right I thought to myself?
"Did he have a big cock?" Wolf asked. "He was rubbing you into an orgasm while everyone watched. Did you return the favor and rub his cock."
"No," I replied and hung my head in shame. "Was I supposed to?"
"If you liked the way he made you feel, then yes. You should return the favor."
I sipped my drink and another young man appeared at our table. He didn't have a chance to stammer out his request for a dance before I jumped up with a yes. And, yes, he had watched my last dance and his hands quickly slipped beneath my dress.
Before I could get lost in my partner's caresses, I looked around to see if Wolf was watching us. That is when I became aware of the other couples at the tables, on the dance floor, and the young men standing at the bar. All the women were young, as was I. All the men with them at the tables were older, as was Wolf. All the young women were dresses as scantily as myself, some more so. The young men dancing were all taking liberties with their partners and the women seemed to enjoy the open groping from the men. When the music ended, the other women were returned to a table with an older man, as was I.
"What is this place?" I asked Wolf.
"Sugar's," he replied.
He went on to explain it was a private club for older men, Sugar Daddies, and their younger women, Sugar Babies. Sugar Daddies were mostly successful businessmen who enjoyed the company of young women. Most of the women were coeds at the university who had their school costs paid for by their Sugar Daddies. Some lived with their patron, but most lived near campus and were available for companionship and entertainment on the weekends. Others were older men and younger women who desired each other much as Wolf and myself.
The young women were sexually aroused by being displayed in public and desired by the young men hanging around at the bar. The older men enjoyed showing off their women, fucking them, and sharing them with others at the club. Many of the young men worked for the older men in their businesses. The young women were rewards for loyal, productive employees and some became wives when it was time for them to move out on their own. When they married an employee, the boss had future access to his former mistress when he desired.
My head was swimming. Young sluts and whores surrounded me. Then it dawned on me.
"Am I your Sugar Baby?"
"No, but tonight you become my slut."
"Do I have a choice?"
I already knew the answer. I was aroused and wet from being on display and fondled in public. The waiter brought our dinner, and I allowed a strap to slip off my shoulder fully exposing my breast.
Wolf smiled and explained the evening was my debutant coming out party and that later he would be taking my virginity. I blushed, but I pulled the waiter's hand to my breast and told him I was also working up my courage to be my master's slut.
After we ate, Wolf took me to the dance floor. As we swayed, he loosed my bows and allowed my dress to slip to the floor. I stepped out of it and our waiter rushed to retrieve it. Wolf turned to display my nearly naked form to the room. The garter straps framed my naked butt and drew everyone's eyes to my shaved vulva. I was on fire and then I heard Wolf announce that tonight he would be taking my virginity and he wanted me ready to submit to his depraved desires. He invited anyone who desired me to help fuel my arousal before we left.
