Becky wriggled her body from side to side in an attempt to smooth out the wrinkles on her body-hugging, short speckled silver dress. Her stomach churned with excitement as she checked herself, front and back in the mirror for the umpteenth time. Tonight was something special. Something she’d thought about but not acted upon for a long time. When she’d approached her boyfriend Stephen about it he was dumbstruck. In her everyday life Becky was a quick-thinking, hard decision making, no nonsense team leader at a very successful solicitor’s firm. She had no problem telling her staff what to do or how to do it. She wore the trousers in her relationship, paying the bills, deciding where they went out to eat and meticulously organising their holidays. Everyone presumed this was just how Becky was through and through. But they were wrong. It wasn’t. Part of her wanted to let go. Give away all her power. No-one relying on her. No-one looking to her for guidance or wisdom. No decisions for her to make. What would that feel like? She truthfully didn’t know but had wondered about it on many occasions. And so there came tonight.
The car door to her left was opened by her boyfriend and Becky abruptly felt the cold night air clutching at her bare legs and arms. As she was blindfolded, Stephen took her arm and guided her out of the car. After the thud of the shutting door the night was completely silent but for the harsh crunching of their shoes upon the pebble sized gravel. They walked a short distance before her feet stumbled on some steps and then onto a carpeted entrance where the warmth of a fire or central heating gave her some much welcome relief. They carried on up what felt like a broad, winding carpeted stairway. Then, at the top, the clunk of a sturdy door handle. Walking into the room Becky was met with the pungent smell of various intermingled after-shaves and deodorants. She also heard the muffled sound of breathing and maybe even a few gasps upon their entrance. She guessed there were at least five other men in the room alongside her and Stephen. He guided her to a chair where she sat down. She could just about feel the embroidered pattern of the padded chair on her bum and back through her skimpy dress. A moment of panic struck her when she thought maybe her skirt had risen up when she sat down, leaving her bald pussy on display for all to see. She slowed her breathing, allowing the sense of potential embarrassment and shame to subside only to be replaced by a euphoric sense of sexual excitement at possibly being so exposed.
Silence. For what seemed like minutes, but was actually only seconds. Then her boyfriend spoke.
“The first order, please,” he said in a raised voice.
After a brief moment a lone voice nervily broke the silence.
“Show us your tits!”
Becky bit her lip hard. It was difficult for her to not respond with some quick-witted comeback that would have put this guy in his place but she wasn’t here for that. She was here to let that side of her go, just for tonight. Her hands quivered a little as she clasped the top of her dress and slowly pulled it down to reveal her shapely breasts and large pink nipples. She could sense the intense stare of numerous eyes upon her body. That type of glare that only comes when a man is leering at the female form he so longs to savour. But right now she was enjoying it. It felt sickly sweet. Like she was a marvellous naked statue being admired and lusted after by all around.
“Rub yourself,” came a more confident voice from the inky blackness behind her blindfold.
Doing as she was told, Becky hitched the bottom of her dress up until it was just below her belly button. She could sense the atmosphere in the room shift and she began to feel like an animal in season surrounded by a pack of very horny dogs. She was taking the orders but in a way she had all the power because they all wanted her. She splayed her fingers flat over her pussy allowing her wet lips to squirm and protrude between them. She was certainly aroused, and had been from stepping into the car at the beginning of this night. A few moans and deep breaths and then a “fuck me!” pricked Becky’s ears as she began slowly writhing in her chair and grinding her pussy against her hand. Then after a sound of shuffling feet Becky felt the heat of warm, anticipating naked bodies all around her.
“Take this in your hand,” a deep voice gruffly said.
Becky cautiously reached out her left hand in the direction from where the voice had come and immediately felt a hard, fleshy thick cock about the size of a large banana pointing in her direction. She instinctively wrapped her fingers around it savouring its warmth and hardness. This was the first time she’d felt another guys cock apart from her boyfriends. As she began sliding her hand back and forth over it a voice came from the other side of her.
“Let me play with your tits,” was the next order.
Before she knew it Becky could feel a pair of large, manly hands roughly kneading her breasts. Normally she wouldn’t have liked this but the coarseness of it felt primal. As the man behind her squeezed her 34cs like he was trying to extract milk from them, Becky’s nipples hardened into the shape of little bullets. Her assigned tit groper then leaned over her and clumsily nuzzled each nub in his mouth, hungrily sucking on them and sending a feeling of fullness through Becky’s fleshy globes.
“Let me lick you out and make you cum,” was the next order barked out in a cocky tone.
Becky paused a moment before slowly sliding her thighs further apart. She could feel the wet sexy cohesive stickiness of her juices breaking their bonds as her shiny pussy came into view. Faster than a whippet up a drainpipe, Becky felt a rough tongue slapping against her wetness. It’s touch was like the final piece of a jigsaw and she now felt intoxicating pleasure rippling from her fingertips, through her breasts and down to her pussy.
Sat upright in a regal pose, beating away at a meaty cock with each hand. Her thighs spread open with a strangers tongue between her legs and a man behind her toyfully fondling her boobs while occasionally leaning over her to gently suck and bite her nipples. This was surreal. Never before had Becky allowed herself to be so vulnerable. But that brought with it a heightened feeling of excitement. Then came a touch to the back of her head and the blindfold that had shielded her loosened before being slipped off her. The sudden light was a shock, and at first Becky kept her eyes tightly shut. Then slowly she forced them open. The sight before her was an assault on her senses to say the least. A tuft of blonde hair bobbed up and down between her legs. Each rise and fall of the head corresponded to a pulse of delight as his tongue swiped upwards over Becky’s slit. She looked to her left and then right. At each side there was an Adonis. Both about 6 feet tall, both with short brown hair. Both with broad shoulders, protruding pecs and a stunning 6 pac. Stephen had clearly roped his rugby mates into this night of frivolity, and Becky was delighted he had. She caught their gaze and saw the fire of passion burning in their eyes. But her glare quickly returned back to their bodies, down to where her delicate fingers were grasping their solid fleshy, throbbing members. Now her seeing them had flamed their passion and she could feel their cocks stiffen even more as a precursor to their orgasm. The power Becky held in both her hands right now felt godly. She couldn’t see the man behind her but his hands continued their work upon her chest.
A quick turn to her right and she caught a glimpse of her boyfriend, stood well back with two other men, perhaps too shy to become involved, but all watching intently, not able to remove their gaze from Becky and her nubile body.
As one of the males to the side of her began to buckle and moan, Becky hooked her legs over and around the blonde haired head below her and squeezed it tightly between her thighs, forcing him closer.
As she felt his licks probe deeper inside her the hunk to her left shuddered and his cock spasmed before sending jets of hot, sticky cum all over Becky's face and chest. The feel of his cock pulsing in her hand sent shivers through Becky and his warm juices tingled her skin as they dribbled down her face and body. The sight of this set off the guy to her right as he too then shot streams of thick jizz over her face and tits. Becky had never felt so filthy or used in her life. But it was this complete role reversal that was now arousing her so much. The licks between her legs reached a crescendo as blonde head guy’s tongue manically lapped away at her. She only now noticed that he had been furiously beating himself out of her sight whilst pleasuring her and he was now ready to explode. Becky felt her clit throb like a 100watt light bulb furiously burning on and then off, zapping waves of pleasure through her body. As blonde head guy shot his load, Becky orgasmed and her whole body stiffened, pushing her backwards hard into the chair in which she sat. Her head turned to her boyfriend to see the delight in his eyes and bulge in his trousers. The opulent room around her turned a glowing warm shade of white whilst the carpet beneath her bare feet felt like a bed of rose petals Becky had let go and experienced an orgasm like no other she had before. As her ecstasy melted away her boyfriend came over and hugged her pressing his head against hers. She felt loved and secure and not vulnerable at all.
“We’re going to do something like this again,” she ordered her boyfriend between her slowing gasps for breath.