parts I always left until I was alone and away from him. Whilst I was in bed and could allow myself full access to where my perverted mind could take me. I had a nice collection of toys as well that my husband did not know about. Kept in my accommodation and never ever brought home. My favourite being the large thick vibrator which I would use whilst I sucked on the dildo I hung from the head rest.

 

 

     I had just finished my shift and was looking forward to an evening session with both toys when my daydreaming was interrupted by a familiar voice.

 

            “Sarah. How are you?”

 

            I looked up in horror and saw Tom standing in front of me beside the entrance to the canteen. He must of seen the shock on my face but now that he had my attention he continued.

 

            “Let’s have a coffee together I have been waiting for you.”

 

            Waiting for me? I was confused and still in a state of shock as I followed him into the canteen. I could also feel a warm familiar stirring in between my legs though and could not decide whether it was his sudden appearance – the star of 3 years worth of wonderful masturbation and fantasy – or the thought of my toys that had done it.

 

            By the time I had sat down my mind had regained some of its sense.

 

            “Waiting for me? What do you mean?”

 

            He smiled before answering, “Remember this?” He fished a video camera tape out from his jacket pocket.

 

            I looked at it for a second and then it registered. I made to grab it.

 

            “You can have it.” He threw it on the table. “But I have others.”

 

            “Others?” my hand paused above the table.

 

            “You can have them as well if you want,” he could tell I did, “but you will have to earn them back.”

 

            “Earn them back? What do you mean?”

 

            “You are posted here for 3 months right. Well the boys and I have never forgotten that night and well we were a bit disappointed that you left.”

 

            “Yes well they will get over it, now just give me the tapes.” I was growing angry now and my raised voice was attracting some attention.

 

            “Please Tom,” I added quietly.

 

            “Listen. The only way you will get those tapes back is if you co-operate otherwise we send them to your husband. I bet you never told him about that party game did you Sarah?”

 

            I glared at him. “Now listen to me Tom, the army as you know take a dim view of sexual harassment and blackmail.”

 

            “No you listen Sarah I am sure your husband as well as the GMC would be very interested in seeing these tapes and regarding the Army you clearly stated at the start of the tape that you were a willing participant Sarah. How would your husband like that? Or the GMC for that matter!”

 

            “He can see nothing happened.”

 

            “But what happened after the tape was switched off Sarah? Why did you suddenly 1 week after arriving ask for a transfer out of our base? I am sure he will believe you that nothing happened.”

 

            “So what.......do I have to let you fuck me is that it.”

 

            “No Sarah. You had that chance already. What you have to do for the tapes is to do everything we ask of you for a month.”

 

            He could see my objections and I made to rise.

 

            “Nobody will touch you Sarah that is part of the deal unless you beg us to that is. You see Sarah we reckon that after one month or much less actually that you will beg each and every one of us to fuck you Sarah.”

 

            “And if I don’t?”

 

            “After a month you get all the tapes and we leave you alone either way.”

 

            “One month and no touching?”

 

            He nodded. “But you have to do everything we ask of you or the tapes go to your husband and the GMC.”

 

            “From when?”

 

            He smiled again. “From now,” he threw me over a carrier bag, “Go and put that and only that on under your coat.”

 

            I looked inside the bag. There was a thin see through blouse inside. I looked up at him “and my bra?”

 

            “Just that.”

 

            I should have said no... I should have reported him to the police...but ever since that night I had fantasised about him and them. My husband was away for 6 weeks with the children so it was not as if I was due to see him and they had said no touching unless I begged and that would never happen.

 

            I stripped off my blouse and bra in the toilet and put the thin see through blouse on. My nipples were erect and I cursed them for their betrayal. I put my coat back on and buttoned it up before returning to join Tom.

 

            We walked in silence to the lifts and once inside he turned to face me. We were alone. “Are you ready then?”

 

            I smiled trying to show a surety I did not feel. “Yes”

 

            “Take your knickers off.”

 

            “What?”

 

            “You heard me take them off.”

 

            I hesitated for a second this is not what I had expected or was it. Come on girl what did you expect. “But the lift might stop........”

 

            “Shut up and take them off.”

           

            The lift juddered to a halt and Tom walked out.

 

            “You had your chance Sarah.”

 

            I was panicking now. The tape, the GMC, my husband. “Wait”

 

            He turned and stared at me. We were now in the main corridor of the hospital with people milling around everywhere.

 

            “What here?”

 

            “You had your chance in the lift.”

 

            There is no way in the world you can remove your knickers discreetly amongst that many people especially in knee length skirt. So I first removed my ID badge, which thankfully Tom did not object to and then with all the surety I could muster I hitched my skirt up, grabbed my knickers by the waist band and pulled them and my skirt back down again. They landed on the floor and I bent down quickly picked them up and stuffed them in my coat pocket. The whole process was over in seconds but still I met a few startled shocked glances when I stood back up. My face reddened and I bustled towards the door anxious to get away and hoping that nobody I knew had witnessed what I had just done. Never mind the tape the GMC would have kittens if they found out about what I had just did.

 

            Tom joined me seconds later. I turned to face him, “Never do that again. I cannot have my reputation on stake just to retrieve that tape. Do you hear me?”

 

            He laughed, “Ok Ok I promise never to ask you to do anything like that again in the hospital. But you must admit it was exciting?”

 

            I glared at him. He was right my heart was racing and my pussy was wet, but I was not going to show him that.

 

            “Give me your knickers,” he held his hand out.

 

            I shrugged and handed them over. He ran his thumb over the crotch, “Hmmm damp even before then. I knew you liked to be told what to do. It turns you on doesn’t it Sarah.” He laughed again and put the knickers into his pocket. “Are you wet?”

 

            I ignored him and looked away.

 

            “You agreed to this remember now answer the question. Are you wet?”

 

            I could have lied but what was the point he already knew the answer and besides just because he knew that I could be turned on by him telling me what to do did not mean I was going to beg him to fuck me.

 

            “Yes, I am soaking wet and you still are not getting any.”

 

            “Come on lets go home.”     

t non attendance at these functions is not an option. So there I was 26 years old, dressed in my dark blue mess kit surrounded by a polite and yet rather pompous group of Infantry Officers. Things as per usual started off politely, but I knew as the drink flowed then the charade would gradually strip away and then, despite their rank and their belief that they were better bred than the junior ranks, they would slip into stereo-typical drunken male. I knew I would – as the only female – become the centre of attention. Not that the uniform did much for my femininity. But I was wearing a skirt and that would be enough for most of them. I aimed to make my excuses after dinner and return to my husband. Well that was the plan anyway.

 

             My initial lethargy and dread began to ease during dinner –mainly because for once I was sat at the dinner table beside somebody that was vaguely interesting to talk to. Tom was young perhaps 20– not that that mattered – and despite the amount of alcohol that he consumed – managed to remain polite and engaging to converse with. The evening as such moved on quickly and before we knew it dinner was finished and we all retired to the bar. Now I never drink much anyway and as I was intending to drive home later, I was, as far as I could tell, the only one present still sober. It did not take long before the usual games began to be played – jousting on bicycles using brooms (usually clothed but I have seen it done naked), drinking from a chamber pot (a new one on me) and finally after about an hour a few of the guys suggested a raid on the Senior Ranks Mess (not an unusual occurrence).

 

            Before I knew it I was alone in the bar with Tom and five of his friends. I should have been wary but hey I was a soldier and could handle myself in these sorts of situations. I am also a doctor and although I do not consider myself to be the most beautiful of woman I had no shortage of suitors prior to getting married. The conversation, as the alcohol flowed, quickly went down hill. You know the sort of thing – innuendo at first and as more and more alcohol was consumed they became more and more graphic in an obvious attempt to embarrass me. Eventually having exhausted the usual attempts to get the better of me one of them asked if I was any good at examining people.

 

            “Of course it is part of my job,” I attempted to dismiss the remark as I had all the others..

 

            “How good?”

 

            “Sorry, what do you mean?”

 

            At this stage Tom tried to intervene but I was determined to sound the young 2lt down. I mean here was a 19 year old boy questioning my ability to exam patients.

 

            “Well if you say saw some part of somebody you had met but could not see their face would you be able to tell who they were?”

 

            “What? I’m a doctor why would I not be able to see their face?”

 

            “OK hypothetically speaking then could you?”

 

            “I don’t know...... I..”

 

            One of the other officers gave the young 2lt a friendly slap around the back of the head, “What he means to ask is could you tell us apart from some part of our anatomy?”

 

            I looked at the two of them. One was tall and skinny the other more muscular and laughed, “I could tell you two apart if that is what you are asking.”

 

            The alarm bells should have been ringing by then. I could see exactly where this was going but I don’t know perhaps it was their age, or my stubbornness but either way I was not going to let them get the better of me. If this is the game they wanted to play then so be it.

 

            “Ok what do you suggest then guys. Your feet? Your knees? Your chests? Your bums or your dicks?” I stared straight back at them, “Either way I will be able to see the rest of you even if you put buckets over your heads.”

 

            Behind me Tom smiled and gave them the thumbs up.

 

            The two of them left the bar and returned moments later with a pair of hat stands and a length of material. I watched intrigued as they positioned the stands and then hung the material out in between them. Across its surface were 6 holes at crotch height.

 

            I could not help but laugh.

 

            “It looks like you have played this game before?”

 

            They made no attempt to deny it and again I had seen worse in mess parties so thought nothing more about it. Besides I was only looking at something I would no doubt see at some point during my posting here in a medical exam.

 

            Above each hole was a number and the two of them duly disappeared behind the screen. Five seconds later two dicks poked their way through holes number 4 and 2. I decided to make a big play of the examination and got up from my seat to get a closer look. Both were flaccid – one cut the other foreskin in place. The cut one was thick and poked through the hole a good 3 inches (not bad I surmised) whilst the uncut one was longer and thinner.

 

            “Number 4 is the beanpole,” my reference to the tall skinny 2lt was spot on and earned me a polite round of applause.

 

            “Yeah well that was easy she only had two to look at!”

 

            I turned to face the guy in question. He was about my age – a captain if I recalled correctly and not bad looking.

 

            “Ok all of you then!! Unless you are scared.”

 

            They did not need any further invitation. Nobody to my knowledge in the army seems to need much of an excuse to strip so they were not about to refuse.

 

            Six dicks duly poked their way through the black sheet. It was rather surreal and I am sure even my husband would have seen the funny side of it – not that I would be telling him.

 

            The first two were easy. I recognised them. The following four were not too taxing either and I retired to my seat quite smugly.

 

            A few more beers were consumed and they convinced me to have a celebratory drink in light of my achievement. I had only had one drink before so duly obliged.

 

            “So that was too easy for you wasn’t it doc?”

 

            I shrugged and nodded, “I did tell you I was good.”

 

            “Ahhh but you could see. I bet you could not do it by touch blind-folded.”

 

            I tried to dismiss the comment casually, “Look guys I am married it is one thing to look and have a bit of fun but touching that is something else.”

 

            “Why? You do it when you exam us in medicals. All I am saying is that I reckon you cannot tell us apart by touch. It is no different from an examination only you are blind folded.” He saw my argument and answered before I could voice it, “You can even wear gloves. And” and it was this that convinced me, “if you get us all right we will pay your mess bill for a year and buy the case of port you owe the mess for your promotion.”

 

            He could see from my smile that he had won the argument and a raucous cheer erupted before they sprang into action. A blindfold was duly fetched and another of the men brought in a video camera. He saw my enquiring look, “So we cannot cheat,” he offered hopefully. I should have said no, but the beer was starting to affect me (I told you I never drunk much.) My knickers were also slightly damp. I have always fantasised about exhibiting myself and although I was keeping dressed the idea of touching 6 cocks whilst blindfolded had excited me a little bit. Their preparation complete, Tom brought over the blindfold.

 

            “Are you sure,” he asked. I nodded.

 

            “Sorry Sarah but can you answer for the tape, just in case somebody else walks in... you know what I mean?”

 

            I did. The army took a very dim view of sexual discrimination and bullying so I stated very clearly that I was a willing participant.

 

            Blindfolded Tom led me to the sheet.

 

            “The sheet is just in front of you.... the first hole to your left. I am going behind now.”

 

            I waited a few seconds until I felt the sheet move. I knew Tom was in position. I tried to remember how each one had looked and then tried to work out how it would feel. The thing with dicks is that well they feel kind of spongy and usually damp when flaccid and do nothing for me in an exam. I have seen and cupped thousands, but now as my hand reached forward I felt that stirring in my knickers again and I almost jumped when my hand touched the warm flesh. I pulled it away instinctively but not wanting to seem prudish forced it quickly back. My fingers closed on the flesh. It was soft and damp and I could smell the muskiness of it this close up. I felt my hand along its length trying to ascertain the size and girth. My right hand joining the left and cupping his balls. To my horror and fascination it was starting to grow. Now that might sound strange but I have never, not even my husbands (he is always hard), felt a cock grow in my hand. I should have pulled away and moved on to the next one or even better pulled the blindfold off and left but I couldn’t. It felt nice and I was getting turned on. And even better I heard myself say ...I have another 5 to go. I wondered if they would react the same way? Not wanting to seem too keen I reluctantly let it go but was eager immediately to feel the next one. Would it compare? I moved to my left and something hard brushed against my cheek. I pulled my head away and felt out with my hand. My god it was the cock I had just let go of. But it was enormous I could not see how close my head was to the sheet but I had to stretch my arm forward to touch it. Then I realised the bastard had taken a step forward just as I had moved along. I reached out with my right hand and found his head... I heard the groan......he was enjoying this.... I slide my hand down his shaft (I still cannot believe I did it) and back up to the tip. I heard him groan again ....”HMMMM that is nice.” I flicked the tip of his cock with my finger and he shot backwards cursing me. The others laughed. The next one also grew in my hand, shorter and thicker and this time when I moved I bent my head closer. The tip of it trickled past my nose and the aroma almost made my knees buckle.

 

            A warning siren was also now sounding in my head. I was married and yet here I was on my knees enjoying feeling 6 strange cocks and getting turned on by it. I was even now contemplating tasting one, just by accident of course as I moved past. I tried to pull myself together and professionally assess the third. I made a conscious effort to keep my touch brief and light and my head away as I moved. But it did not matter they already knew by my continuation after the first that I was as up for this as they were. The only question was how far it went? The cock hit me firmly on the forehead but I was already onto number four and it felt good. My resolve was melting like ice in a furnace. My knickers were saturated and I was relishing the touch of this one in my hand. It had already grown to its full length and my hands were still lingering over it, my head subconsciously drawing closer and closer to where I knew the tip to be. It smelled good. I slid my hand up and down the length. There were still 2 more to go but this was the one I wanted. My tongue sneaked its way past my teeth. What I didn’t know was that they were all watching. Once I had had the blindfold in place they had lowered the top of the sheet so they could all see. I heard the silence though and it made me stop. Surely the others should be waiting. I might expect one or two to sneak a look round but not those waiting and they should be carrying on as usual with their banter. And although I was annoyed by the thought that they were all watching me again strangely it also excited me. Who would know? But it is your professional reputation. You have to work here. Yes but things happen all the time. The arguments were valid. But the desire was strong. I had never given in to temptation before ....never. Surely I am allowed this one time and it will only be a small lick. I knew it wouldn’t be...if I crossed that line I would want more. How much more though?

 

            I pulled away and let it go.

 

            I had intended to pull the blindfold off, concede defeat and take the abuse. At least I would save my dignity and integrity. But my pussy ached. I was longing to touch myself ....to feel my wetness. I stayed where I was locked in indecision. Weighing up in my mind where I wanted this to go. I already knew what they wanted and although they had never voiced it, the fact they were still waiting in silence meant they were hoping I would continue. They seemed to know that if they pushed me now, at that precise second, then I would leave. I took a deep breathe in....the smell was like nectar to a bee. Would there ever be another opportunity? No I would not let there be. I made my mind up.

 

            I reached forward with my left hand and felt the next cock. It grew but I did not linger too long.....spending just enough time to feel girth length and balls and it was still growing when I let it go to reach for the next. This was the last one. I knew how far I was going to go but it was not with this one. A quick cursory inspection and I let it go. You could hear the groans as I reached for the blindfold. My hand cupped the bottom...

 

            “Ohhh come on that is not fair you spent far longer on him.”

 

            Their objections were raucous and I was enjoying it....I was back in control and I was enjoying the feeling. They were desperate for relief. They had obviously hoped for more and were now almost begging for me to resume. I moved my hand away from the blindfold and reached forward searching for the cock furthest to my left. It seemed to find my hand....no doubt guided there by its owner. My right hand found its neighbour just as quickly. Good I thought I have my bearings now. I gave them both a cursory tug and then moved to my right. Number four again guided into my hand. My left joined it and was met by complaints and a nice groan. This was the one I wanted........this was going to be my treat........by one temptation. I lowered my head towards it.

 

            By the hush that descended in the room I knew all eyes were on me. I licked my lips..... having made the decision I was going to make sure I enjoyed and savoured the moment. I had no way of really knowing whose cock it was without removing the blindfold and that was not going to happen any where near it, but I had my ideas. I think I would have hated to be wrong...another reason to keep it on. My tongue had snaked its way past my lips and my mouth was opening. I resisted the urge to reach down with my left hand towards my saturated swollen clitoris. Instead I massaged the meat in front of me, closing my fingers around and pushing my hands away from me and then it happened, whether it was closer than I thought or he had leant forward, I did not know, but all of a sudden the tip of it caressed my tongue.

 

            “I might have to book myself I full medical everyday.”

 

            The comment was met by loud laughter and I thought ‘Oh my god what have I just done.’ I pulled away.

                       

            “Hey... Oh well done.”

 

            I was already standing up and half walking half stumbling my way away from them.

 

            “Come on Sarah,” Tom pleaded, “You can’t leave me like this it is cruel.”

 

But I did. I whipped off the blindfold, threw it to the floor, picked up my bag and without looking back, walked from the bar. I arrived at my car in a bit of a state; my mind was alive with what had just occurred. The excitement coursed through my veins making my breathing heavy. My pussy was screaming out for relief, ached to return, as my mind took the fantasy further. I slumped into the driver’s seat, my left hand rubbing my groin in frustration. It was no good though... Mess skirts were not designed for instant relief.. they were long and thick. I considered pulling it up to give my fingers access to my aching clit and I would have done if I had not seen Tom coming towards my car from the Mess.

 

I drove away...my eyes watching him as he stood in the drive. Twenty minutes later and I was home. It was 4 o’clock in the morning and my husband would be asleep. Worse he had to be up at 6 with the baby. But I was so turned on I needed relief. I hitched my skirt up in the car and slid my finger into my pussy. God that felt good but not good enough. I had never been so horny in my life. Normally I can satisfy myself when away from my husband but now I needed something bigger than my finger.

 

            I hurried inside my thoughts on the fruit bowl. Please let there be a banana in it. To my horror only apples. I ditched the skirt and ripped my knickers off before slumping down on the couch. Both hands rubbed and probed at my sopping wet pussy. It felt good but still not enough. Think girl. My mind ransacked the house whilst my fingers teased at my frustration. The freezer.........Oh please let there be sausages. I literally sprinted back into the kitchen. To my delight and frustration I found sausages but had to spend 5 minutes hacking at them with a knife just to free one.

 

            I returned to the couch with my treasure and legs wide apart slid it into my aching gaping hole. I had to bite down against the sheer sudden coldness of it at first. But then as I grew used to the chill I began to enjoy the sensation as I slid it in and out. My mind drifted off free now to explore the fantasy in safety. My mouth taking the entire length of his cock in my mouth whilst my hands tickled his balls.. I wanted them to watch as I slid my mouth up and down licking his full length. Five more cocks standing to attention and waiting to see if they would get the same treatment. My left hand moved to the left and grabbed the cock on that side. The sausage slid in faster and faster as my back arched. The mere thought in my head driving me over the edge and I had to bite down on my lip to stop myself from screaming out loud. My hands stopped as my body shock. My mind though had my left hand pulling my skirt up over my bottom. The invitation was evident and the knickers were pulled to the side.

 

            “Carousel”

 

            I had no idea if there was such a term but my fantasy reminded me of the word. It was my dream and I was in control and I wanted to taste and feel them all. I wanted them to move slowly around me one in my mouth one in my pussy. Two on either side awaiting their turn moving around and around like a carousel. In my mind as the sausage was abused once more it felt so good. The only thing missing something to fill my mouth but none the less as the first cock eased its way into my pussy I felt another body jangling ear splitting orgasm well up inside of me. By the time I had completed the carousel I was exhausted and the poor sausage resembled road kill.

 

            I put in for a posting the next week. I could not face the guys in the mess and knew I had compromised my reputation. I had to volunteer for active service to get away from there and my only regret was not taking the tape from the video camera. Something which 3 years later I wished I had.

dquo; Tom urged.

 

We walked in silence for about five minutes towards the main shopping precinct. I would normally cut through it on the way home to my flat, but as we approached the pedestrian crossing Tom turned and walked towards the dual-carriageway. That route was at least a mile longer and I began to wonder if we were going back to my flat. Of course I surmised he does not know where I live or at least that is what I thought.

 

“Its quicker this way,” I pointed towards the shops.

 

“I know but we are going this way, come on.”

 

I shrugged my shoulders and followed across the road. He led me over to the far side so we were walking towards the oncoming traffic. The pavement on that side was usually deserted and served more as a cycle lane than anything else. He stopped and turned towards me with a mischievous grin on his face.

 

“Where is your husband now?”

 

“Why?”

 

“I ask the questions. Are you able to phone him?”

 

I looked at my watch, it was 1930 so the children would be in bed. He had taken them up to Scotland to see their grandparents.

 

I nodded, “ Yes.”

 

“Good. Now listen very carefully. In a second you are going to take off your coat and start walking down the road beside me.” He paused to cherish the look of horror that had sprung onto my face. He raised his finger to his lips to stop me from talking, “and when I tell you to you are going to phone your husband. Do you understand?”

 

I nodded.

 

“Good. You are to talk as normal to him. I will be wearing this head phone which I will connect to your phone you will have one earpiece. If I hold up this,” he raised his Blueberry, “then you are to read exactly what is on the screen. Do you understand?”

 

I was not sure about this, but nodded anyway.

 

“Good phone him now and once you are through slip your coat off.”

 

I was shaking like a leaf as I held the phone. He will know ........he will know.......the thought went ripping through my wind like a tornado. It was ringing. Please don’t answer....please.

 

“Hello”

 

“Hi darling.”

 

The cool air hit my semi-erect nipples and they shot outwards causing a small intake of breath.

 

“Are you alright?”

 

“Yes yes,” I stuttered the words out as I tried to hide behind Tom.

 

Tom pointed that I needed to be beside him.

 

“How are you and the kids?”

 

“We are well. How is work?”

 

Tom was staring down at my traitorous nipples as we walked with a knowing smile tracing over his face.

 

“Work is ok. Would rather be with you in Scotland.”

 

The drivers had started to notice. You would have had to be blind not to. The blouse was transparent and my boobs were bouncing around freely below the flimsy material every time I took a step. The silky material was also conspiring with the breeze to harden my already aroused nipples into vicious looking points that were a good inch in length.

 

Toot Toot a van driver slowed down and sounded his horn in appreciation.

 

“What is all that tooting about? Where are you?”

 

Tom raised the blueberry.

 

“I haven’t got my top on. I am walking down the road.”

 

“What? Your topless!” I could hear the disbelief in his voice.

 

Again the blueberry was up.

 

“No, I have not got my coat on.”

 

“So who is tooting at you then?”

 

The blueberry was there again.

 

“They are not tooting at me I think they are tooting at 2 women on the other side of the road. They are far better looking than me and are wearing short skirts.”

 

“Oh ok.”

 

I was waiting for the ‘no darling you are the most beautiful woman’ reply. The correct reply and it never came.

 

“Listen I have to go, give my love to the kids. I love you. I’ll phone tomorrow.”

 

Tom lowered the blueberry.

 

We walked on in silence for a few minutes. The tooting of horns now joined by the occasional shout from a passing vehicle. At first I had been horrified by the thought of walking down the road dressed like that. I would have been as well having no top on at all. The conversation with my husband had been mechanical and false. I knew he knew there was something not right about the horns and I had been glad when Tom had ended it short. But now as I walked on and my discomfort faded I found a new sensation welling itself up. A sensation – despite many attempts and fantasies- I had never managed to realise again. The same sensation I had felt on that night three years ago when I realised that I was being watched. I was getting turned on by the fact that loads of passing men found me desirable. Not your damp knickers, hard nipple turned on – I had reached that stage twenty minutes ago during (and I hate to admit it) the phone call to my husband) – but the base animal instinct turned on. The type most people never realise or only get when they are drunk and then are too wasted to fully enjoy. It was starting in my abdomen again and seeping its way slowly south. I pictured my vibrator and the dildo in my bedroom. God was it going to be their lucky night. The aching had reached my pussy long before we reached the crossing point that led us back towards my flat. I do not know if Tom could smell my arousal but I could and I hated myself for it. This was the first night of a month and he had already pressed more buttons with me than any previous sexual acquaintance including my husband. But there was the crux...I loved my husband....sex with him was special and loving...and I was not going to lose that for the sake of a fuck. He and they would not win. My determination eased the pain between my legs and gave me back some control.

“You can put your coat back on now.”

 

Ten minutes later and we were inside my flat. I made straight for the bedroom. I did not care if I was that obvious. He could hear me for all I cared and I hoped he would suffer. To my surprise he followed me into my room. I turned to face him.

 

“Excuse me, but this is my room.”

 

“Ohh I gathered that but you do not have time for your toys you need to pack.”

 

“Pack?”

 

“Yes,” he smiled that annoying smile again, “You didn’t think you would get to stay here for the month did you.”

 

I had not thought about it at all. What was there to think about? This was my flat I had just assumed that was where I would stay. I was flustered and it showed.

 

“Come on pack,” he went into my wardrobe and threw me the small suitcase that was in it, “only bring the essentials. The stuff you need for work. And leave the toys.”

 

My heart sunk. Leave the toys? Maybe this was going to be harder than I imagined. I was never very good at bringing myself off with just my fingers. I liked to be filled and pounded and fingers – especially mine, thin and petite – were just no substitute for a raging hard-on pounding into you.  

 

I did as asked, hovering briefly over the vibrator that lay under the pillow. But I had a funny feeling he would search my bag and decided against it. If I was doing this I would win.

 

“Can I ask where we are going to at least?”

 

“Our place. We have rented a large apartment. It is closer to the hospital but that is for our convenience not yours.”

 

At that moment a horn sounded outside the building. Tom crossed over and looked out of the window.

 

“Come on time to go.”

 

I went to get my coat which I had hung up on entering.

 

“Keep it off.”

 

I had expected a car driven by one of the others and was a bit shocked and feeling very self-conscious when I saw the black cab. It was one thing to be walking down the road but this man would be able to talk to me. I hesitated as the driver got out of the cab. He was old, grey and fat with two large sweat stains migrated from his armpits. His eyes lit up on seeing my breasts and he smiled revealing the black stumps which were all that remained of his teeth. He disgusted me. A fat lecherous slob and I just knew he would be watching me the whole journey. He grabbed the door handle and pulled the door open. I bet he would not normally do that I hated him even more. His eyes were undressing me as I approached and the bastard even licked his lips.

 

Tom laughed, “Somebody likes you.”

 

“Shut up.”

 

I pushed my way past the driver and bent down to enter his cab. I tried to get in quick, I knew what was coming. He had left barely enough room between himself and the cab to squeeze through and the stench of his BO made me screw my nose up in disgust. I chose to turn away from him as I squeezed past, mainly to avoid his breath which I just knew would be worse than his body odour. His hand grabbed my arse and squeezed. He was not even shy about it either and his fingers tried to worm their way between my legs as I was forced to bend forward.

 

“Get your hands off you fat slob.” I wanted to slap him.

 

“Sorry miss my hand slipped. Just trying to help you in.”

 

I shot him the sort of look that would scare off a Rottweiler and sat down.

 

The bastard did not seem to care and I wondered if he treated all his clients like that or whether Tom had set me up. His delving fingers despite their revolting owner had stocked my desires again and I hated myself for it.

 

Tom was still smiling as he entered from the other door. I had deliberately sat down with my back to the driver right behind him on one of the folding chairs.

 

Tom patted the seat beside him in the middle of the rear seat.

 

I glared at him but undid my seat belt and crossed over. I sat down clamped my knees together and folded my arms across my chest.

 

“Where to gov.”

 

Tom gave the driver the address and then to my embarrassment asked.

 

“Did you like her tits?”

 

“The driver turned his head round and stared at me smiling, “Lovely pair of jugs gov and no knickers either unless I am mistaken.”

 

“You are not. Did it feel nice?”

 

“Her arse. Yeah nice and firm. Gone and given me a boner so she has.”

 

“Do you hear that Sarah you’ve gone and turned our driver on.”

 

I had gone bright red and they both laughed. Thankfully the driver decided it was time to pull away and I was able to breathe again. Thankfully the journey would be quick it was only a mile to the hospital and if their apartment was closer then at the worst 10 minutes.

 

“Can we take a more indirect route mate? I am new to the area and would like to get my bearings. I will pay of course.”

 

“I wish I could gov but this is my last job tonight and I promised the boys I would meet them in the pub.”

 

My relief was audible.

 

“Oh come on I am sure we could come to some arrangement.” My heart was in my throat and I turned to glare at Tom. He ignored me and continued, “You would be doing me a huge favour and a favour deserves one in return.”

 

I swear I could hear the driver’s breath grow louder as he debated asking the question.

 

“How about a little feel of the young lady in the back, gov?”

 

Tom did not answer straight away. He was deliberately making me suffer. He had promised no touching from them but had never said anything about anybody else and I was begging him with my eyes.

 

He laughed again, “Sorry mate can’t let you touch her if you know what I mean.”

 

“Ohh,” it was the driver’s turn to laugh, “I get you. Worth a lot is she?”

 

He thought I was a hooker. Again my mind screamed but my pussy and nipples had their own ideas and became wet and hard at the very thought.

 

“Ok gov, but I can look right?”

 

“Yes you can look.”

 

“Ok tell her to uncross her arms then and hitch up her skirt.”

 

He moved his mirror so he could see.

 

“You heard the man Sarah.”

 

I let my arms flop down. My relief at knowing he could not touch me was tainted by the knowledge that he was now going to stare at my breast and worse my pussy. He would see how aroused I was and would be wanking over the image later in his flat. His dirty small dick hard over me......Stop it Sarah........but I could not help it.

 

“And the skirt luv”

 

I raised my bottom and pulled it up until it was round my waist. My legs were still together but both could see the neatly trimmed line of pubic hair. I kept my eyes down, hoping that from there he would not be able to see my arousal whilst secretly hoping that he could.

 

“Can’t see much gov. Get her to open her legs a bit.”

 

I knew I had no choice. Well I did but the end result was the same. I could either embrace or resist either way I would open my legs and show two virtual strangers what only my husband had ever seen since my parents. The air in the taxi was not cold but against my hot sopping wetness it felt like an icy blast as I not only opened my legs but lifted my ankles up onto the chair and let them flop to the side. My gaping wetness was on full display and the taxi swerved.

 

“Shit gov sorry,” but he could not keep his eyes on the road for long and no longer content on using the mirror he kept looking round.

 

My left leg draped itself over Tom. If he was going to test me then I was going to test him as well.

 

“Now what?”

 

It was the first time I had spoken and I could not believe I had.

 

“Do you mind if I pull over gov? Somewhere quite like.”

 

“No problems but the deal is no touching remember.”

 

“I don’t want to touch her gov, well I do, but a deal is a deal, but I need relief like, sorry hope you don’t mind.”

 

His left hand was already playing at his groin as we pulled into the car park behind the hospital. At this time in the evening it was nearly empty and he found a spot over in the far corner behind some skips.

 

He was in the back of the cab and sitting on the flip down seat opposite quicker than an Olympic sprinter. His eyes greedily ate in the sight before him. His pecker (it was small) was already protruding from his stained trousers and even Tom nearly laughed when he saw it. I made a great play of licking my lips and then moved my hand down towards my engorged clit. I had never seen it so swollen not even after sex with my husband. The lips were blush red and I could see the small beads of moisture lying there waiting to lubricate something big and hard. It was in that moment as his eyes willed my hand further down that I realised I was in control. He could not touch me, he wanted me, his hand tugging on his small dick gave that away, but it was more than that....yes he was wanking now but I knew he would be masturbating for weeks over this image of me. I had always thought of that the girls that chose to lapdance were nothing more than glorified wanna be hookers. Now I knew differently. They got off on the power they knew the hungry salivating dogs were salivating over a meat they would never taste and I was enjoying it.

 

I looked over towards Tom’s eyes hoping to see the same desire in them but he wasn’t even looking at me. Instead he was staring out of the window at a tree. I deliberately eased my knee into his groin. He could pretend nonchalance but men were all the same really. I expected to feel a hard-on but it was soft.

 

“Erm”

 

I looked up at him again and he pointed to my knee. Rejected I turned back to the taxi driver who was smiling and leaning forward. Fuck you Tom I cursed him and swore then to make it as hard for him to resist me as it was now for me to stop myself at that second from grabbing his hand and using it to relieve myself.

 

The taxi driver was growing desperate. You could tell by his face. He wanted to cum but wanted to see me play with myself before he did.”

 

“Play with yourself .... spread your lips”

 

My hand eased down through my clit and I bit down on my lower lip to stop the groan. It felt so good.........so sensitive.

 

The taxi driver emboldened by my immediate response to his commands now seemed to want everything all at once – a bit like a child set free in a sweet shop.

 

“Push your finger in ........slide it out..........lick it..........use both hands.......”

 

Having realised just how sensitive my pussy was to my touch tonight I was only too happy to oblige although I was having difficulty keeping up. My eyes though kept flicking up towards Tom. God Sarah you are hoping to catch him watching. None of this was for the taxi driver......yes he was giving the orders now but I was hoping to turn Tom on so much that he would be forced to touch me and I would have won. I did not know if that would be the end of the game or not but I sensed victory and was hell bent on pursuing it.

 

“Tweak your nipples ...... use your index finger ........slower.......”

 

I looked back at the driver he had slowed his wanking down..........he was delaying cumming but I was going to make sure I did. I moved my finger up my clitoris until I found the spot I wanted. I never usually liked fingers inside of me....much preferring small firm circular motions over my clit just by the urethra.

 

“In and out not like that......”

 

But I ignored him. I was almost there already just a few seconds more. The driver was not stupid he could see I was about to cum.

 

“Carry on as you are. That’s it ohh yes”

 

My eyes were watching Tom now, my left leg started to shake. There was no way he could ignore this.

 

A loud AHHH followed by small meowing sounds announced my orgasm and something warm hit my right knee. I ignored it for a second, content just to enjoy the moment. The guilt would come later I knew. The first thoughts of Sarah what have you done were already chastising me.

 

“Sorry luv,” the taxi driver pointed to my knee where a large blob of his sperm was now trickling it way down onto my calf. He held out a tissue.

 

“Thanks.”

 

The journey to the apartment was brief from there, literally around the corner. I did not even bother to move until we pulled up outside the building.

 

“Come on then Sarah time to meet the gang.”

 

Tom paid the driver and as we walked through the door I turned to see him bent over licking the seat that I had just cum all over.

 

“You are a slut really aren’t you Sarah?”

 

It was my turn to smile, “You wanted to play. What’s the matter scared you are going to lose.”

 

“We cannot lose Sarah only you can lose.” Tom held out a disc.

 

He saw my quizzical look.

“Want to know what this is don’t you?”

 

“Not really.”

 

I pushed past him and headed towards the lifts.

 

“Even taxi’s have camera’s these days Sarah.”

 

The words froze me to the spot. Camera........taxi..........shit.......I turned to face him.

 

“You bastard that was not part of the deal.”

 

“I haven’t got round to telling you all about the deal yet. But do not worry all the tapes will be yours along with the first.” It was his turn to walk past me.

 

“What do you mean all of them. How many.......?” I did not bother to ask. He had pressed the button and the doors were already opening.

 

“Come on Sarah,” he sounded like an owner calling his puppy. “All will be revealed in the apartment.”

 

 

ghtly on production of another tape and now plummeted in the face of all of them. One was easy to handle, but six, especially when I only really found two of them remotely attractive, was going to be harder. I also knew that they were going to see me naked and - if the taxi was any indication - also a whole lot more.

 

“She came.” The tall skinny bloke of three years ago had filled out a bit, but not enough. If I remembered rightly this whole thing was his fault and I could see from his eyes that he was looking forward to this.

 

“She agreed?” I did not recognise the speaker at first but the voice sounded familiar.

 

We had walked over and stood just in front of them. All their eyes were watching me as they waited to hear what they already knew from my presence.

 

“She agreed.”

 

“Yes,” the shout was flattering and I smiled.

 

On seeing my smile they laughed.

 

“She thinks you are happy she came.”

 

“Ohh but I am ....and you know why Sarah?” he looked at me. He was muscular and tanned, I tried to place his name ...Luke I think, “James did not think you would come and I bet him a thousand pounds you would.”

 

I tried to hide my disappointment behind a false smile but inside I was gutted. I wanted at least one of them to be happy to see me from desire and not part of the game.

 

“So what took you so long Tom.”

 

I looked down at the carpet knowing full well that he would take great pleasure in re-telling the taxi ride.

 

“Here you can see for yourself,” he threw the disc over towards Luke.

 

“She didn’t?”

 

“See for yourself but not just now. First she needs to hear all of the rules.”

 

Tom crossed over to the fridge and grabbed six beers. I tried to appear un bothered and gazed around the room. I could see 4 doors to my left and a further 4 to my right. The kitchen was behind me to the right and had a breakfast bar separating it from the rest of the room. In the far corner stood a solid Oak dining table with eight heavy Oak chairs. Otherwise the room was empty barring the couch they were sitting on. Tom joined them on the couch and I made to walk towards them.

 

“Stay there Sarah.”

 

I met his gaze and he had that knowing smile back on his face.

 

“So who wants to go first?”

 

“After you Tom.”

 

“Ok.”

 

“Are you recording this James?”

 

I did not bother reacting. I presumed that was what they were hoping I would do.

 

“First rule – There is to be no touching. We,” he spread his hands out to indicate them all, “are not allowed to touch you in any shape or manner and you are not allowed to touch us, unless you beg us to and then only we can decide if we want to. If we don’t then you can’t.”

 

“Second rule – You are not allowed to touch or instigate sexual contact with anybody else during this month. In other words you agree to abstain unless you are in our company and you beg them for it. Again it will them be up to them if they want to or not.”

 

“Third rule – You are only to work the agreed shifts patterns. We have a copy of your rota so you cannot hide away at work.”

 

“Fourth rule – You agree to do what ever we ask of you when we ask it without question.”

 

“I need an answer Sarah.”

 

“Yes,” my voice croaked.

 

“Louder please.”

I looked up at him, “YES”

 

“Good. Fifth rule – We will tape everything. The tapes will be left beside the TV. Feel free to watch any of them, but the original tape will remain hidden away. If any of the tapes disappear, get broken or erased then the original gets sent first class post.”

 

“Sixth rule – You will be escorted to and from work by one of us. Whilst at work you will be required to wear a chastity belt.”

 

“What?”

 

“Fourth rule Sarah.”

 

What? I shook my head in frustration. A chastity belt. Why?

 

“Seventh rule  - We do not like hairy woman – so you are to be shave every day, everywhere.”

 

“Eighth rule – There are to be no locked doors in this house.”

 

“Ninth rule – You are not allowed to relieve yourself sexually unless we ask you to. If you get caught playing with yourself the tape gets sent. You can have the taxi ride as a freebie.” He smiled at the others.

 

“Tenth rule – On entry to this apartment you are to strip naked. We will give you a choice of what to wear each day.”

 

“Eleventh rule – You are not allowed to phone or contact anybody unless we tell you to.”

 

“But my husb...”

 

“Fourth rule Sarah.”

 

“Do not worry we know you only phone him once or twice a week.”

 

“Finally – we can change, add or delete any of the above rules at any time bar the touching rule.”

 

“At the end of the month you will get all the tapes back and be free to go whatever happens.”

 

“Do you understand? Any questions this is your last chance.”

 

“Yes I understand but three things – if one of you touch me without me begging for it what happens? I do get to phone my husband right? And what happens if I have to work late I am a doctor after all?”

“You will get to phone your husband and as for working late we do understand but we will be watching. So only in emergencies Sarah nothing else. No private work no filling in for a colleague. This month you are ours. If we touch other than for the reason I will explain at a later date you win Sarah you get the tapes and you can go.”

 

“Rule ten Sarah,” It was Luke who spoke now.

 

Rule ten... god what was rule ten....ahh yes. I sighed.

 

“No sighing Sarah I hate sighing and I have waited three years for this so look up and strip like a good girl.”

 

I started to wiggle my hips and unbutton my blouse.

 

“Stop.”

 

“What, why Tom it is the rules,” Luke was not happy.

 

“Don’t worry buddy I have a better idea.”

 

He crossed over to the TV and put the disc into the player.

 

“Sarah over beside the TV please.”

 

I padded over. The TV was by the large windows and behind it stood the hospital. We were four stories up but the windows stretched from floor to ceiling and I knew if anybody looked up they would be able to see me as well.

 

“I like it.” Luke was nodding his head.

 

“Move back a bit Sarah right against the glass.”

 

The TV burst into life and although I could not see the screen from where I was now stripping I could hear the taxi driver’s voice. My nipples were solid again as I peeled my blouse off. But they were all watching the screen. It was like in the taxi with Tom, they were more interested in something else... I was it seemed forgotten about. I stopped dancing and looked out of the window.

 

“Who said you could stop Sarah?”

 

I smiled to myself...they were watching. The thought exciting me and I could feel the warmth beginning to grow between my legs. Only my skirt remained so it was not going to be much of a tease. Especially when they had the full spread view on the plasma screen in front of them. But I was again resigned to it and determined to enjoy myself. I hitched the skirt up tantalisingly revealing my thigh as I moved around shaking my bottom. In my mind I was turning them on........they were all watching with cocks ready to burst free from their trousers. They were all just like the taxi driver all desperate to pound me to ravish me and I would not let them. I had my back to them and lifted my skirt up around my waist to show my bottom. I bent forward and just before they could see my swollen pussy I dropped the skirt back down again.

 

“What is she doing?”

 

“Sarah take the skirt off and stand still. We will tell you what to do. Rule nine Sarah.”

 

I let the skirt drop and stood still. My pussy ached as I let the dance continue in my head. They could stop me physically but they had no idea what I was thinking. They left me standing there for ten minutes while they finished watching the film. I had to give up with the fantasy dance it was making me far too horny and I was growing desperate in my desire to play with myself. I reached behind me with my left hand in the pretence of scratching my bottom. My fingers starting scratching at my back but before I knew it they had migrated onto my bottom. No reaction from them, perhaps they were buying it. I reached further round finding the crack of my arse and tracing it downwards. God it felt good........ too good for the pretence to continue. My fantasies had always centred on me being naked in front of groups of men who would lust after my body and chase me. I never let them catch me in my dreams but I was fast learning the reality was far better, far more intense. I could feel my juices dripping onto the inside of my thighs and my fingers had stopped scratching and were now delving over my anus, even that felt good.

 

“I think we might need to discipline you Sarah. It is obvious you cannot control yourself.”

 

I pulled my hand away. My chest was heaving with desire though as my eyes moved from man to man. I was not looking at their eyes though I was hoping to see a bulge.

 

“Geeze her eyes are begging for it already guys look at her.”

 

“I give her a week.”

 

“A day more like.”

 

“Come here Sarah.” Tom was smiling again.

 

I walked over to them trying to look as alluring as possible by lifting my chest so that my nipples stuck up towards them.

 

“Stop.”

 

The other thing I liked but did not admit to was being told what to do. There was something about it that allowed you to do the things you wanted to do but were afraid to in case you looked like a slut.

“Turn around.”

 

I did as asked, leaning forward slightly as I did so.

 

“Well if you must insist on bending forward do it properly and touch your toes.”

 

I did as they asked. The knowledge that I was on full display to them all making me tremble in anticipation. Come on guys.....I was certain they would not be able to resist.

 

But they had planned this well. They had spent three years planning it and they were not about to spoil their fun on the first night. They had set out to make me beg for it like they had that night. Each left to make their own minds up if they would then take me up on the offer. But I knew none of this although I was beginning to realise that it was not going to be as easy to win as I had at first envisaged. I had thought that after three year’s of obsessing about me and that night that they would crumble at the first opportunity they had to fuck me. And let’s be clear here, although I was not begging them to fuck me orally my body was putting a starving puppy at a bbq look like an amateur. They could see how turned on I was. They could see the dew dripping form my gaping pussy and running down my thighs. They could almost taste the aroma of my pussy that was how thick the smell was and my nipples were like darts. I bet they had never seen a woman so aroused so blatantly up for it and all they wanted was the words. The one thing I was determined not to give them. This was going to be a battle of will over desire and I had no idea who would win. They seemed to be holding all the aces and I was hoping for a royal flush.

 

“Nice.”

 

“Very nice.”

 

“She is really turned on guys. Look you can see her juices.”

 

“I would love to pound her right now.”

 

My face lit up.

 

“She is gagging for it mates.”

 

“Come on Sarah all you have to do is beg.”

 

I was tempted their talk was having an effect. My mind was in turmoil with my body.

 

“Maybe she cannot remember what we look like,” Scott, the tall skinny blokes name was Scott I just remembered and his voice was really irritating. I would still settle for his cock right now though.

 

“Ok guys,” it was Tom again, “Plan B.”

 

“Excellent” it was the first time I had heard Andy speak.

 

Scott and Andy disappeared into through into one of the doors. A bedroom I presumed and came back in carrying some rope, a belt, a small round plastic ball and a remote control. They handed the remote and ball to Tom and rubbed their hands in anticipation.

 

“Now rule one states we are not allowed to touch you Sarah unless begged to by you, but that is in a sexual context Sarah. During the month we might need to tie you up and may come into contact with your skin then. You can now nominate two of us to do this. It is your choice.”

 

Tied up, we had tried that a few times at home. It was always enjoyable but it would mean I could not move. I had hoped when they had said they were going to show me what they looked like that they would re in act the sheet  and that they would get turned on and step forward again. But it seemed as if I was about to be disappointed. I looked at each in turn, Tom the object of my desire and still the most attractive to me; Andy the good looking Capt; Scott the lanky skinny irritating lad with a nice long cock; Luke muscular and firm; Paul Scott’s partner in crime and although better built physically he did little for me and his cock if I remembered was unattractive not that my aching pussy would complain and John the quite average built fatherly sort of guy – good husband and father potential –solid reliable and a bit dull. Who would I want touching me? Where would the binds go? My mind inventing wonderfully elaborate binding that ran between my legs touching my pussy and close to my nipples. Would I want those that excited me touching me there, teasing me and driving me mad with desire or would I want those that I would still happily at this instant fuck to satisfy my desire but would not excite my mind as much with their touch. But if I chose the weaker ones the guys with less self control would they be tempted would they be able to resist. I knew who they were already and even though I disliked the idea of their touch over the other options, they were my best chance of a quick victory.

 

“Scott and Paul.”

 

Tom smiled again. It was like he knew before I did how I would react.

 

“Scott and Paul it is. Now do you know what this is Sarah.”

 

I shook my head. He was holding up the ball and the remote but I presumed that was not the answer.

“This is a love ball Sarah and this is its remote control. In a minute you are going to sit on that chair,” Scott carried one of the dining room chairs over to where I was standing, “and insert this ball into your pussy. Be careful when you do so, remember rule number 9 Sarah. You are to use one hand and slid it in, you are then going to push it in with your index finger as far as you can and then remove your hand. Scott and Paul will then give you a belt to tie around your thighs to keep them shut and the ball inside. Your hands will then be tied behind your back. Do you understand?”

 

I nodded.

 

“Sit,” He handed me the ball. It was about the size of a squash ball and cold to the touch - on the side it had a switch which was flicked towards the on position. I spread my legs and slid my bottom down towards the edge of the chair. I had never even heard of a love ball before but it slipped into my pussy like it belonged. MMM it felt good as well. Not as good as a cock but at last I had something inside me and I contracted my muscles against it. Plop the thing shot out and landed on the floor. Scott picked it up and before giving it back he raised it to his nose and sniffed it.

 

“Push it in and close your legs. If it pops out again all the tapes get sent.”

 

I pushed it back in. This time resisting the urge to contract I inste4ad clamped my legs shut. I might have been able to explain the first tape away with a bit of luck – not that I was taking the chance – but the taxi tape and the one running now would end my marriage and possibly my career. I tied the rope around my thighs really tight – just in case. I had no idea what the ball would do but the fact it had power almost certainly meant vibration, something I enjoyed but usually with my legs wide apart. They were quite gentle with my hands – two large loose loops which barely constrained them.  They were hoping I would free them and either play with myself or touch them.

 

Tom pointed the remote at me. Buzz the sensation rippled through my pussy and made the seat of the chair hum with the vibration. Ohhh I had gasped aloud before I could stop myself. He turned it off again.

 

“It’s working! Let’s have some fun.”

 

“Ever heard of a salty cracker Sarah?”

 

I shook my head.

 

“It’s a game squaddie’s play usually when drunk. You get a cracker and you all all wank at the same time. You cum on the cracker and the last one to cum has to eat it.”

 

They laughed at my obvious disgust.

 

“Want to play?”

 

I shook my head.

 

“Ohh that’s a shame. Let me put it another way Sarah you are playing salty cracker Sarah.”

 

John brought the cracker and some more beer from the kitchen whilst Scott went over to the TV and put another DVD on.

 

“Have you guys ever played this game before?”

 

“Not me but I know some guys that did.”

 

“So who’s playing apart from me and Sarah?”

 

They looked over at me.

 

“Can’t have you two playing alone Tom we all know how much she wanted to taste your cum that night.”

 

They dropped their trousers one by one in full view of me and then turned their attention towards the TV where two busty lesbians were busy in a 69.

 

The taxi driver had been the first guy I had watched masturbate and now there were six guys sitting on the couch in front of me with raging hard-on’s – all right handed stroking their dicks. Tom still had the remote in his left hand,

 

He looked over at me, “Not joining in Sarah. You did understand the rules didn’t you? You will lose at this rate.”

 

I had also never seen two lesbians in action before and my eyes were torn between which to watch to the virtual extent of going cross-eyed. All the while I was squeezing desperately against the ball and willing Tom to turn it on. I had always imagined that guys wanking would be a frantic hurried sight – a bit like the taxi driver. But these were taking their time – long slow full stokes along the entire length. It was almost like watching a choreographed show. I tried leaning forward to get some friction on my pussy from the chair. I could have faked it of course but somehow I knew they would not believe it not without some further stimuli and without pulling my hands free I could think of no other way of cumming apart from that ball. I hated the taste of semen as well – my husband liked a blowjob like any other bloke but knew I did not like the taste so it was a rare experience for him. Would it taste better on a cracker? Would I be able to taste the difference? I almost laughed as Tesco’s came to mind. God Sarah was your marriage worth it? Yes it was but surely he would understand. You could tell him you were black mailed. Pull your hands out and walk Sarah. I should have done and I think Tom had noticed something because just as I was debating doing just that he turned the ball back on.

 

It snatched my breath away in its suddenness and I instinctively squeezed my vagina down onto it as hard as I could. The vibrations ending all thoughts of leaving as once more I pursued an orgasm. They were watching me now. Watching as I leaned forward, chest sticking out, legs squeezed together. My breathing was becoming shallow, betraying my exact state of arousal. The vibrations sending waves of pleasure rippling up to my brain, I was close, I could feel it welling up. I closed my eyes in anticipation of the feeling that would make me lose control. Make my body judder and me scream out loud. It was there. I squeezed harder, clamping down onto the pleasure to mild every single movement.

 

“Argghhh” The scream was not in pleasure but out of frustration. He had turned it off again. Just as I was about to cum he had turned it off and when I snatched my eyes open I almost pulled my hands free as well to finish the job.

 

I was met by the close up view of Scott’s dick. He was standing right in front of me with the head pointing towards my face. It was long and thin about 8 or 9 inches and his right hand was sliding up and down it so that the head jumped up and down in front of me.  In his left hand he had the cracker which he had positioned just below in line with his balls. Now that he saw my eyes were open again, he edged his way forward, his dick advancing towards my mouth. I had no option but to lean back until I was sitting upright and then with no where to go he came forward again so the tip was little more than an inch from my face. I looked up to his face and he smiled. I could see from the look on his face though that he was about to cum and from this close up a lot of it would end up over me.

 

I could have turned my face away but my fascination and my heightened state of arousal conspired against me and I could not tear my eyes away from the tip of his cock.

 

“Urggh” the sound accompanied the spurting of semen from the tip. There was more of it than I imagined and although he had at the last second raised the cracker, two large globules of it still splattered onto my face - one on my left cheek and the other on my nose where they were already starting to run down towards my chin and mouth. I was in the process of freeing my hand to wipe it away when the ball was switched on again.

 

They teased me like that for the next twenty minutes. Taking me each time to the very edge of a climax only to turn it off again and be faced by one after the other cumming over the cracker and me. By the end of the sixth –Tom – my face, neck and chest were sticky with semen and I had already tasted five of them and now the cracker. It was covered in white sticky goo.

 

“Your prize,” Tom announced.

 

They crowded round, their dicks hanging down and resting on their balls. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth.

 

“Sarah open your eyes and take the cracker.”

 

They wanted me to feed myself and they were recording it. The ultimate humiliation, but I was already covered in it, could already taste it and had already played the game. I took the cracker in my right hand slowly put it into my mouth. I bit it in half and the goo ran on to my tongue. There was no way of swallowing the cracker without chewing either. So there I was chewing on a mouth full of cum and cracker, the combined salty taste nearly making me gag before I could swallow. And then I had the other half and all the while they were watching, cheering me on and enquiring as to the taste.

 

“Can you taste Tom’s?”

 

“Whose tastes better Sarah?”

 

You’d think after 3 years of anticipation she would relish the taste,” the last a direct referral to my screwed up face.

 

After swallowing the last I made to undo the belt.

 

“Tie her arms back up Scott.”

 

I looked at Tom enquiringly. What now?

 

“We are off to the pub now Sarah. Seeing as you have been good I am going to leave you with the ball inside you. I have set it to come on for a minute every five. Enjoy “

And with that after pulling their trousers back up they left.  

her mouth. So I decided to let her have the lead and stated that I would like her to be in control just once. She smiled and that was that.

 Two months later she was invited to a medical conference - all expenses paid for - and seeing as I had a free weekend I decided to join her. We booked into a hotel away from the main party of guests which I thought was odd at the time but she dismissed as wanting time away with just the two of us in the evening. It sounded plausible so I left it at that. The first night there she was late back from the conference and we had a late meal and retired early. Lying in bed chatting she brought up my fantasy and asked if I was up for it tomorrow evening. 

"Why not tonight" I asked eagerly, my cock hardening under the duvet in anticipation.

 "I am tired tonight honey. Tomorrow we finish earlier. I promise it will be worth the wait."

I turned to hug her hoping my stifness might encourage her to change her mind. A swift pat away with her hand soon ended that hope.

"Tomorrow. It will be worth it I promise."

I tried hard hard to contain me excitment.

"Really? How so? What have you planned?"

My mind was working overtime with thoughts of being forced to eat her pussy - being tied and blindfolded - of being her sex slave for an evening. You never no I might even get a blow job at the same time. My thoughts  were interuppted though.

 "Do you promise to do anything and everything I ask?"

"Yes" I agreed eagerly.

"Are you sure?"

"Well yes." I was a little concerned by the last question but I trusted my wife and besides she was as straight laced as they came. "Yes I am sure." I added with more conviction.

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The following evening true to her word she returned early from the conference. She entered our room, gave me a quick peck on the cheek and retired into the bathroom.

"You need to be ready by 7pm sweetheart. We are going out for dinner."

"Out" my heart sunk a little, " I thought........?"

"Ohh later darling dinner first trust me."

To say my wife was dazzling that evening would be an understatement. She usually dresses in trousers and shuns anything feminine, but tonight she had gone to town. A low cut black chiffon dress - no bra (her nipples clearly displayed as little buds through the material), stockings (and although I did not know it at the time she had no knickers on). I stood staring as she came out of the bedroom.

"You like?"

I nodded.

"Good get ready and I want you showered."

My wife was usually so placade and gentle, so her tone in ordering me around came as a bit of a shock.

She saw me looking at her with that look of 'ohh my god on my face'.

"You wanted this remember."

With that and my excitment again growing in my trousers I rushed off to get showered and dressed.

 Dinner was a distraction for me. I wanted to get my wife back to the hotel room. It seemed though that she wanted the anticipation to drag on. Three courses later and a brief flirt with the waiter (something she would not normally dream of doing) and we were leaving the dining room. I made for the lifts.

"Where are you going darling?"

She was smiling at me sweetly and indicating towards the bar.

She was driving me mad now. All I wanted to do was to get her upstairs and bury my tongue between her legs ( when she told me of course). The idea did occur to me briefly though that this was the last thing on her mind and her idea of me as her slave was to have an evening of fine dining and drinking.

I sloped in after her the look on my face conveying my thoughts.

"Do not fret my dear, the room beckons shortly I just want to have a drink first."

My spirits restored I crossed overto the bar and ordered two whiskey's. I was about to carry them over to a table when my wife perched herself onto a bar stool.

"Here is fine darling. Now sit and watch."

 I sat on a stool beside her.

"Not here ... over there." She pointed towards a low chair at a vacant table.

I sat down and looked over at her wondering what was about to happen. The slit in her dress was showing a lot of her leg. The dark patch of her left stocking just visible between the parting. I looked around the room briefly. A couple of young men in the twenties dressed in suits had also noticed and were looking at her with a mixture of lust and desire in their eyes. At first I found it a bit unsettling having them oogle my wife (she usually did not dress in a way that afforded oogling) but she seemed to have planned it like this so I forced myself to relax and enjoy the view myself. After all it was I not them that was going to savour her delights. She drunk her whisky slowly - ignoring everyone, myself included in the room. However she must have know how many eyes were on her because she timed her next move for maximum exposure. As she drained the last of her glass she swung around on the stool. It looked as if she had lost her balance and was going to topple off backwards. Her legs parted as she fell and it was then that I saw the pink lips of her completely shaved pussy along with no doubt at least twenty other patrons - moslty men. I was so taken aback by the sight that by the time I had realised what had happened one of the young men had already run over to her rescue. He now had his hand around her back and was helping her back onto the stool.

"Thank you."

I heard her words but my eyes were watching his left hand which had rested itself delicately onto her left knee.

Was this part of her game? Had she planned it? Well the stockings and shaved pussy bit yes? But had she planned to flash all along? The idea although slightly shocking did excite me. The idea of all those eyes feasting even for just a second on her pussy had my heart racing and my bulge growing.

"Come on darling. Lets go."

"What? Ohh." I smiled sheepishly as she held her hand out to me.

As soon as we entered the lift I made my move. Passion and libido driving my desire. My hand reaching around her back, my lips drawing close to hers. My other hand intending to dive between her dress and feel how wet she was.

"Stop"

The suddeness of the word threw me.

She smiled.

"Don't forget your promise."

"But"

"All in good time. Do you still want to go through with it?"

"Through with it? You mean be your slave?"

She smiled.

"Yes" I smiled back.

"Good. When we get back to the room I want you to strip."

I almost ran down the corridor to the room in my eagerness. I was no sooner through the door when my clothes were strewn behind me. I stood facing her arrival proudly to attention.

She shut the door and surveyed my physique.

"Not bad," she licked her lips. "Now kneel."

"Good. Now hands behind your back."

It was the same routine I had used on her and I duly obliged.

The blindfold was expected - my hands tied behind me were expected. Being then tied sitting onto a chair was although not expected was alright. After all with my dick sticking upwards she could always mount me. The door opening was not.

"Now darling remember you promised." She whispered the words in my ear as I heard the shower being turned on. Someone else was in the room.

"But who is here?" my voice could not hide my concern.

"Do not worry you are safe and this is my fantasy. Remember you promised and this is what I want."

My mind jumped to many conclusions. Who was the other person - male? female? My dick shrinking and rising with the implications of each. But I could not see a thing and I could not move. I could hear though. I could hear the shower stopping. I could hear my wife whispering to the other person. I could hear them kissing. Gentle at first like unsure lovers and then full of passion. I felt them walk past and then heard the sigh of the bed as one then the other lay on it. My dick had forgotten its conundrum. It did not care now if it was a male or a female as it began to throb and grow. Ohh my god I could hear them kissing again and the low groans of my wife. The ones she only makes when you playing with her pussy. I could see in my mind the way she would be directing their hand on her clit as she bit down on her lower lip. I could even smell her arousal - the sweet scent tickling my nose and driving my dick over the edge. God just give me a hand free. My god I wanted to cum so badly as I heard her start to pant. Her breathing growing shorted and shallower with each pasing second. She was about to cum I could hear it, I could tell - after 8 years together - to the precise second how close she was. And then on cue the lous squeel. I could see her hands and thighs clamping down on the other persons hand to stop their movement as she came.  

They kissed then briefly. I thought that was it, but then heard a draw opening.

"Nice dildo."

The words spoken by my wife in hushed tones but loud enough for me to hear.

A woman. I smiled partly in relief but mostly in excitement. My wife with a woman and I cannot see.

The next sound was unmistakable. The gentle rocking motion of the bed. It springs bouncing gently at first but growing louder and stronger by the second. The smell and sound driving me mad as my dick threatened to explode. I could feel pre-cum oozing out of it just with the thoughts in my head. What did the other woman look like. Was she a brunette? Big tits? Nice pussy? Would my wife lick her pussy? Ohh please not that. Well not whilst I am blindfolded at any rate. This was not what I had expected this evening. Was it better? At this point hard to tell. I was so turned that if a speck of dust had gently carressed my dick in that second I would have shot my load all over the bed. But the same feelings were driving me insane. I could only hope that my wife intended to let me join in or satisfy her again after. Please let it be join in.....please.

The springs were taking a pounding and my wifes moans were growing louder and louder. And still no sound from the other woman. Perhaps she is gagged? Perhaps there is nobody else? But I immediately dismissed that thought as impossible. I had heard two people get onto the bed and the springs sounded as if that was two people bouncing on them. The head board banged against the wall once........twice......three times. A loud groan and then silence bar the heavy pants of two people locked in mutual orgasm. The silence lasted for a while and my dick shrunk back from the edge of implosion.

I almost jumped when I heard her whisper in my ear. I had not heard her get off the bed.

"You enjoyed that didn't you?" Her hand brushed against the tip of my dick making it jump towards her.

In the next second I knew for definite that there were two people in the room. My wife placed her hands on my legs letting her nails tickle my thighs. God higher my mind imploring then to give me some relief.

"Higher" I did not even know that I had spoken.

"Ohh no not yet."

I almost screamed - not in frustration but at the chair being pulled back. My feet left the floor and I struggled I was falling.

"Relax we are just laying you down."

My head hit the carpet with my dick digging into my stomach and my feet dangling in mid air.

My nose was assaulted by a growing thick luscious female scent. I knew what was coming and almost smiled in delight as a pussy rested itself onto my face. My god it was wet. My face was already soaking before I could even taste it. My tongue set to work accompanied by a groan of satisfaction. I have always presumed that I would know by taste alone my wife's pussy, but a combination now of desire and excitment certainly served to cloud my confidence. Was my wife sitting on the bed watching me eat another woman? Was she playing with herself? My tongue explored its way around. Normally my wife had hair - not much but some. But I knew she was bald tonight- she had made sure of that. Was this the reason? I did not care really I was happy. But one way to find out. My wife did not like tongues or fingers anywhere near her anus. So. I stretched it out tickling around her vagina, lapping at the folds of her labia to satisfied groans from above. My she tasted good. Thick globules of cum were running down my chin and over my face. My tongue suddenly darted down as she grinded forward, slipping over her perinium and round her anus in one stroke. The groan was all the encouragement I needed and I went to work on the stranger while my wife watched. She came in strong ear grinding head crushing spasms that threatened to drown me in dew, before collapsing off to the side of me in a panting heap. I had come too, driven past the point of no return the semen had shot out across my chest, forced out by the sheer pressure and had done nothing to satisfy my desire.

My chair was pushed up right again.

"Ohh dear has somebody had an accident." My wife's tone was gently mocking.

"Well you have cleaned me up now for the dildo. Open wide."

She moved behind me and pulled my lower jaw down.

The tip of the dildo hit my teeth.

"Open wider darling. Remember you promised."

Resigned I did as I was asked and the semi-hard dildo pressed against my tongue.

"That's it.. Now lick it clean."

It tasted of pussy. Not the fresh straight from pussy taste - but the way your nose and fingers smell after playing with pussy. Not a bad taste and I let my tongue lick across it. If this is what turns them on them perhaps I might get to fuck both of them. Show them what a real cock can do for them. The dildo was certainly wide - no wonder my wife had enjoyed it so much. My tongue flicked over it as I had seen woman do with a cock on porn video - as I had always wanted my wife to do with my cock.

"Darling you are good at that." I could have sworn she almost purred in delight. "But that is enough can't have you liking it too much can we."

Much to my relief and excitment my hands were then untied. I naturally reached straight for the blindfold but was hit hard across the knuckles by something hard.

"Ohhh"

"We have not finished and you do not have permission."

I was tempted to have another go. Just a small glimpse of the other lady to put an image to the taste - but before I could I was dragged over to the bed and then tied spread-eagled with my head towards the base.

I felt somebody get on top of me - the smell of pussy close by unmistakable again. She lowered herself down and my tongue darted out to meet it. Her legs curled up and her ankles rested against my shoulders as she lowered her mouth onto my meat. My groan was cut short by a barked command.

"Lick and do not stop or I do"

Her tongue tickled my head and then sort out my balls. Long sensual licks that had me struggling to concentrate. My tongue sought out her favourite place. It was hard because she was not low enough and I could not quite lift my head. But my efforts were working and she continued. The extra pressure on top of the bed did not bother me. Nor did the fingers that tickled down over her clit and against my tongue. The weight on the bed suddenly shifted though and my wife was pressed down onto my face. I licked upwards and met the dildo entering her pussy. She groaned and stopped eating me. I was tempted to do the same but knew that if I pleased her she would resume. I let my tongue work on her clit as the dildo pounded in and out of her. I could feel the knuckles of the hand that grasped it occasionally brush against my nose as my wife was driven, punded and licked into another orgasm.

She lay on top of me panting for what must have been 3-4 minutes. During which I could hear the other person getting dressed and then leaving. I still do not know to this day who they were. My wife though now gives very good blow jobs. My fantasy is still the same, but unfortunately she says I have already had it and you can only have it once. The strange thing was though that whilst over breakfast the next morning I caught her exchanging a knowing smile with the young man from the bar. If only he knew what we got up.