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Fantasy Fulfilment Chapter 12
by Alessia Gerini
© 2001
MY INITIATION: Sub Title - My Second Friday
{F/FFF+, exhib, toys, bond, f-solo, more}
Once again I thank PeeJ for his editing that without this would
make
hard
reading.
Please email any comments to me at A
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The good, the bad and the ugly, I appreciate and answer them all.
As an Australian I use Aussie English so if you don't understand any
little bits, strange words, whatever, ask me and I'll tell you, okay.
A list of characters in this story is at the end.
Part One: Friday
After a restless night I finally awoke on the Friday morning of
my
initiation
weekend. I had kept waking during the night, my
mind
tortured by the unknown
that lay before me. I got
through my usual
ablutions but took extra time
washing,
conditioning, blow drying and
styling my hair, brushing it well.
It
came up shiny and bouncy,
nicely catching the glints of
light coming through
the window. I had
shaved all that needed
to be shaved last night. I was still
nice and
smooth where it
counts. The day was going to be warm and sunny. I
ate
a
reasonable breakfast and felt good, albeit, nervous, very
nervous.
My
mind had been in turmoil all night, now it was no
better.
I returned to my bedroom, collecting from its hiding place
the
vibrator
Angelina had given to me just one week ago.
Opening my
jewellery box I
collected my new nipple clamps and
the connecting
chain with its crystal,
also given to me by
Angelina. I wore the
crystal as an everyday charm on my
gold
necklace now, so I had no
worries about forgetting it. I wrapped
these
things in a velvet cloth
and secreted them into my
university texts and
folders within my
brief case. I then
packed into my overnight bag, my black
heels,
sexiest panties
and bra set, and also my sexy burgundy undies, and set
of accessories.
I also packed my toiletries, cosmetics and perfume. So,
as
instructed, I had the 'essentials' for my initiation. Just
thinking
about and
handling my 'toys' made me feel horny. My
nipples
sprung to life in a flash;
damn things can be
uncontrollable at times
even if they do feel good.
I simply could not think of anything else with much sense. Since I
had
been
invited to join this club for lesbians, as I had
numerous times
before, I had
been very anxious about
fulfilling my fantasies, but at
the same time I had
become
extremely sexually energised - highly
aroused. I simply couldn't
help
it. The more I mulled over the
possibilities the more
aroused I became. I
knew from soon after I got
out of bed
that morning that my femininity would
be obvious most of
the
day. After packing my bag my intimate fragrance was
becoming
somewhat obvious.
My female 'charms', such as they are, would challenge my brassiere
and
my
panties, my hard nipples and a dampness in my groin.
Ah, but I did
get such a
charge from feeling sensual and my
body's involuntary
display of that fact. I
also knew that I
would be challenged in ways
I had never imagined: would I be
up to those challenges? My body had
already started to respond. I
touched an
erect nipple and it brought
a lovely electric
prickling shooting from it,
over my breast to my
'mistress'
pussy; my flesh awakening me further just as
I had known
it
would.
I had told my parents that I would be staying over at my
friend's
house
Friday and Saturday night. I looked around my
room and sweet
memories of Amy
flooded my mind. My first love
and my first lover was
now well ensconced back
in Canada. I
felt her presence in that room
where together we discovered
the
joys of true friendship and sexual
love: where we lost
our innocence together
some four years
previously.
No, it's not a preference, I thought, preference implies choice. I
had
made
no conscious choice to be as I am: lesbian. I
wouldn't have
changed anything
about myself, or the great
times Amy and I had had
together. We had the joys
of
discovering sex together and had been
lovers for two-and-a-half-years.
I
was now discovering that we had
been very conservative in
our lovemaking, but
I still wouldn't have
changed it. I still
think of her a lot and we still
write. Perhaps,
one day, we
may continue to be lovers, who knows what life
will
bring,
but that was loosely our plan.
Before I met Amy, I had two unsatisfactory experiences with boys, but I
had
to
know. My libido and curiosity urged my experimentation
and
overcame my
inhibitions. I liked, but had no special
feelings for the
two boys with whom
I had my first sexual
experiments. I wanted to
know what the other girls got
so
excited about, but I felt nothing
special. I had felt attracted to my
girl
school friends, but not the
boys, and this has not
changed to this day. I
guess most other girls
felt like Amy
and I felt about each other, only they
preferred boys;
with
her it was very special right from the time of our first
meeting. It was just how I felt, how I was, first with Amy, and
now
with
Angelina and Ingrid. I also sensed that I would come
back to
this room after
the next two days, a changed person.
Well, enough of that nostalgia, I grabbed my bags and walked out
kissed
my
mum goodbye and headed towards my transport to
school.
Somehow I got through my classes. After my studies I caught the train
to
the
city. I window shopped, checking out the boutiques in
Forest
Chase - and the
girls in them. Eventually I found
myself in a food
hall in one of the myriad
arcades that run
throughout the city's
shopping district. I bought a
milkshake, sat and drank it slowly
watching the people go by. I felt
lonely,
a bit scared. I couldn't
even distract myself by
girl-watching and that
nearly always worked
for me. It
certainly is good for a girl like me: one
with a high
libido.
(I buy a magazine from a news-stand, one of those cheap women's rags
that
are
so prolific. The publishers, the fucking idiots, all
think all we
want are
babies, get skinny and sweep floors at
home for 'hubby'. Oh,
shit, what am I
doing here? Waiting. A
fucking painful exercise, I
must say. The damn clock
is slow,
too slow. My stomach is full of
butterflies again. I feel bilious
I
am so nervous. The hands on the
wall clock gradually creep
to six thirty. I
desperately want to
masturbate to calm down
a little, but there is nowhere
here to do it.
I shake a
little. My knees wobble. Geez, what a mess I am in).
Part Two: Getting Dressed
I decided to walk the few hundred meters to the hotel. I stood and
my
legs
felt weak, butterflies churned my tummy like I couldn't
believe.
Now, worse
than before, yet my nipples throbbed hard,
my pussy
dampened. It had really
hit me now, the decision to
move, to go to
wherever the next two days took
me. Certainly
into the unknown; again
the excitement built rapidly just as
the terror did too. I could still
go home and forget everything. 'Go
on,' my
dark angel told me. It's
all right for her sitting on
my shoulder, egging me
to sexual
abandonment, I thought. My
nipples and 'mistress' pussy egged me
on. I
urged myself on,
went forward with confidence in myself, walking with a
purpose: or was
I more like a zombie being drawn by unseen forces within
my
groin towards fulfilling my sexual fantasies?
I entered the hotel's foyer and looked around. Nobody I knew was there.
I
sat
in a comfortable leather chair and waited again. The wall
clock
told me it's
six-fifty-five. Five long minutes more. I
felt ill, but
my nipples were hot,
tight and bursting with
blood. My pussy must have
been puffy, as it too was
hot and
pounding with each heartbeat. Both
were driving me ever onwards.
Dead
on six o'clock and dressed to kill,
Angelina and Ingrid
walked through the
front door into the lobby and
straight to
reception. Ingrid spotted me and
beckoned me over.
Compared to
them I looked like a cabbage-patch doll.
Hesitantly, I
now
gathered my bags and joined them. Ingrid slipped her hand
reassuringly
into mine, quite unconscious of the perception that people
might
well
make. See if I care! I grabbed it gratefully as we
exchanged hellos and
a peck on the cheek. Shit, she felt great, I could
have kissed her long
and
strong. A porter arrived with two
smallish suitcases just as
Angelina was
handed the keys to a
suite. I heard the clerk say
"Suite 501," as
he took
the keys.
We got into the lift in silence with the porter. Ingrid squeezed my
hand,
we
smiled at each other; I felt like a jellyfish, but she
was giving
me some
confidence. On getting out of the lift, the
porter, followed
by Angelina and
the two of us, went straight
to our suite. The suite
was huge. We walked into
a
lounge-dinning area then through into a
bedroom. I could not fail to
notice
a large round table beautifully
set for a meal. Angelina
tipped the porter
and he left.
They both kissed me then Angelina said, "All right girl,
you
look
nervous and a bit drab. Go and have a good shower
while we unpack
and then
we'll dress you. C'mon, we must be
ready by eight o'clock,
it's then that the
others will
arrive."
"Okay, sounds cool," I said, feeling better now I wasn't
alone.
Not
only that, but I was with Ingrid and Angelina.
I put on shower cap as provided by the hotel, and luxuriated under
the
warm
spray. I needed a pee, but I just stood there and let
my warm
urine go,
feeling the relief that that brings. It felt
so erotic,
letting the warmth of
my waste flow out and down my
legs and swirl
down the drain hole. I watched
it with a
satisfied feeling. I
thoroughly washed myself till I was
squeaky-clean. My nipples were
throbbing, Ingrid's kiss still affecting
me.
I had done it before and on a whim I did I again: I pressed my
breasts
and
tummy against the freezing-wet shower wall. The
shock of the chill
knotted my
areolae and nipples, sending
glorious electric shudders to
my pussy. I knew
it would and as
I jumped back off the wall, my hands
jumped onto the shower
hose squirting the spray hard, onto my now
protruding clitoris. I
teased
myself mercilessly not wanting to orgasm
immediately,
but to take myself onto
a high and stay here for awhile,
until
I was called - if I could.
I held myself in this euphoric state until I heard Angelina through
my
hazy
seventh heaven, when I jammed my hand deep finding my
g-spot
quickly while
playing the water on my distended
clitoris. It only took
seconds before I so
wonderfully orgasmed
several times in quick
succession. I quickly warmed
myself with
hot water leaning on the wall
to steady myself. Oh, god that was
so good and I needed it more than I
realised.
I got out and dried myself. There were several terry towel dressing
gowns
in
plastic wrappers hanging on hooks and I put one on
then tottered
back into
the bedroom. My clothes from my first
shopping trip were
laid out on the king
size bed, well, to be
precise a black chiffon
camisole and matching skirt
that I knew
to be sheer and short and
classic in style: very chic, very
sexy.
My black lacy bra and panties
where there, accompanied by
lace- topped,
stay-up stockings.
The two of them led me to the dressing table and sat me in front
of
the
mirrors. Actually, temporarily my legs simply gave up
holding me
up. Although
I had just come, being with these two
gorgeous women kept
my fires
smouldering. Angelina kissed me
softly on my lips and I
fought to hungrily
retaliate, but she
backed off quickly. Ingrid,
however, was gentle in her
kiss and
when I took her and held her to my
body she compliantly obliged
with
a hot, long, passionate one, leaving
me panting for more,
but Angelina
insisted that time was short enough.
Neither of
them spoke much after that,
but both had on aprons.
Angelina then spoke with her authoritarian voice, "Alessia,
just
sit
there as still as you can. You are mine from now until
your
initiation
finishes. You will do whatever you are told to
do.
Understand?"
"Yes Angelina."
They untied the robe, pushed it over my shoulders, and let it
fall.
My
breasts reacted to the slight chill in the bedroom and
the draft
caused by
the air conditioner. Ingrid took my fingers
and gave me a
manicure and
polished my nails. Then she did my
toes too. Angelina
took control of my
face. I watched as I was
transformed into an erotic
goddess. The make-up was
just that
little bit overdone, but I did look
very sexy. The perfume was
heavy, almost musky, Vanilla Musk, I think.
Angelina told me to turn around. They each slid on me a sheer,
black,
stay-up
stocking and then spike heels - the ones I had
worn the
Saturday before. I
couldn't help it; really, having
those two silently
stroking and running their
hands up my legs,
made my 'mistress'
quiver.
Sitting quite still, but totally nude before these two gorgeous women
for
a
half-an-hour, was quite a feat for me. I was aware of my
dampness
betraying
me by its aromatic muskiness mixing with my
perfume. My
areolae and nipples
had been pulsating now for a
half-an-hour or more.
I mean, by now I was horny
as hell
sitting there only dressed in shoes
and stockings.
Angelina said to me, "I have chosen this outfit for you to
wear
at
dinner."
"We are dinning here, like just out there?" I inquired as
I
had
imagined we would have gone to a restaurant.
"Yes we are."
"Er... I get to wear those clothes?" I gestured towards
the
bed.
They were obviously for me, but I was horny and edgy
as hell.
"Oh, yes of course - you my be asked to take some off, but
yes,
of
course!"
"Take some off,' I thought. 'Shit, there isn't much there'.
Angelina
and
Ingrid smiled sweetly at me. My panties, my bra,
my chiffon
camisole and
skirt were all put on me by Angelina
and Ingrid. It was
torture; I wanted to
make wild passionate
love with both of them.
Part Three: The Meal.
As they finished a knock on the door heralded Ava's arrival.
She
looked
fabulous in a fitted red dress with very daring
cleavage and a
centre split
in the front of the skirt. Audrey
quickly followed her.
Then Jessica and Abby
followed. I
recognised them immediately. I was
shocked, but glad to see
them.
They greeted Angelina and then came to
me apologising
for deceiving me. We
laughed about it.
Abby asked, "Do you remember Audrey?"
"She's familiar, but no, I don't. Should I?"
"Maybe. You have seen her before."
"Oh, my god, yes. She's the one who tweaked my boob in the
library
isn't
she."
"You've picked her!" grinned Jessica, as she spoke.
"You bitches, you set up the whole thing didn't you?"
"Well Angelina did, we just helped you out. Didn't we
Abby?""
"Yep, it was fun too."
Two more young women were let in. They seemed to know each other
as
they
kissed and chatted in animated voices. They said
hello to their
host,
Angelina. Angelina introduced them to me
as Adriana and Anne.
Hors d'oeuves were served with the cocktails. I had Cointreau and
ice,
and
pepperoni with sweet gherkin and Brie. I had tried
to socialise
with Ingrid,
Abby and Jessica in particular. I
found it very
difficult to speak normally
to them, as hard as
I tried. I felt
almost naked in the fine chiffon when
everyone else was fully
clothed, dressed in fine eveningwear. I found
it,
quite exhilarating,
but it was very arousing. My damn
nipples would not stay
flaccid, but
insisted on being hard
and erect the whole time. The girls were
of
little help
either; they were provoking me by looking at me while
running
their tongues around their lips and stuff like that. They
were happy to
see
me ready, willing, and they were sure, able to see
out
the next two nights.
The girls were famished and made short
work
of the temping titbits that were
served.
Angelina called for order and said as a matter-of-fact to
me,
"Alessia,
it is time for our entrée, so you
must take off
your brassiere: it's
absolutely inappropriate
apparel for an initiate
when eating and I do hope
you will
eat with us."
"Of course I will," I replied, as my spine tingled
in
anticipation
of being virtually nude, while my new-found
friends were
staring at me. I was
now very much the centre of
attention. The act
of getting dressed had already
stimulated
my nipples into proud
erectness. I unclipped the bra through
the
camisole, slipping the
straps over my shoulders and down
each arm and off. I
let it drop
down to my waist then pulled
it out from under my camisole and
dropping it to the floor.
Of course, they all made a point of staring at me, at my breasts, at
my
erect
nipples. I felt the hot blush of my skin crawl red
all over me.
Taking my bra
off was no big deal really, but
more of a symbolic,
submissive act, meant to
humiliate and/or
excite. A number of the
women were clearly not wearing
brassieres under their tops or
dresses. It excited me and my nipples
were now
throbbing hard and
blood red. This effect only made
them laugh. We all sat as
the
entrée was brought in.
There were two staff assigned to look after us. A young bloke and a
thirties-something woman who was in charge. The woman inspected us
all,
you
know, that snobby type seem to go for appropriate
hair, make up,
dress, etc.
all done seemingly politely. She
certainly noticed my
see-through camisole
and bared breasts.
But at that that time I might
have been wearing a daring
designer outfit. My skirt was covered by a
napkin and would not have
been
visible except from behind anyway. The
young bloke was
about twenty-two or
three and was doing well not to
stare at
some of the flesh he could
undoubtedly see around the
table.
I thought he might have been gay for
awhile, but he
was just being
careful I decided as his trousers bulged. I
inwardly grinned and I
noticed some of the other girls had noticed too.
The entrée was a delightful and sweet grilled maron, a
local
Western
Australian freshwater lobster Angelina
explained to Ava,
served with a
fruity, dry, white Capel Vale
Chardonnay.
After we had finished and the plates had been cleared away, Angelina
said,
"All right everyone, Alessia must remove another part of her
outfit,
but
not her top or skirt, not yet, but only because
of the hotel
staff. Okay,
Alessia, stand up."
"Oh boy, yes Angelina, "
I went to slip on my shoes again, but Angelina stopped me in my
tracks,
"Just stand Alessia, face your betters. Helping us, are
you?
That's
okay, but now you can't put those shoes back on
again,"
Looking around
at all the members she declared,
"What say you? I
vote for her
stockings," she
recommended.
There was a short discussion and they all agreed, looking at me.
"We are agreed, you will remove the offending
items
Alessia,"
chirped Angelina.
'Oh, my god,' I thought, as I started taking off my stockings. I
was
counting
what I would have left to take off if I were to
'lose' a
garment after each
course. Shit, three, only three.
A main course and
desert and I'd only have
on one thing.
Which one, oh god? My mind
boggled. I was getting pussy
tingles
thinking about it. My make-up
couldn't possibly cover
my flushed-pink cheeks
or body as I went hot
and goosey.
'What's after that?' I then threw my
stockings under
the
table and, I'm certain, sat there red faced. A second or
two after I
parked my butt the main course arrived. Chicken Cacciatoria
and
vegetables, a favourite dish of mine. It smelt wonderful
as I covered my
bare
legs with my napkin again. All eyes went
from me towards the
food.
For this course we had a drier white wine, a local
Western
Australian
Houghton's White Burgundy, recommended by
the chef, so
Angelina ordered
several bottles for us. The
food and wine tasted as
good as it smelt and the
chicken was
as tender as it ought to be. The
conversation tended towards
fashion, music, art and the like, but
skewed towards the sexy side of
them.
The sensual side of these
things simmered on the
surface all the time. I am
sure Angelina
didn't want the
staff to be embarrassed, but she did want to
keep my
mind on
things sexual. She had cleverly researched the local scene,
looking for topics that had a high sensual, even sexual context.
Nothing was rushed but everyone was directing their opinions and
questions
to
me, in order to keep my attention focused on my
'mistress' pussy
and why we
were all there. I knew they had
not finished with me yet
and had many things
in store for me.
Sure enough, after the torts at
the same time of the meal
were taken away with the used plates.
Angelina called for me to stand
where
they all could see me and a
vote taken for what I must
take off then.
It really boiled down to skirt or panties. Again the staff was
considered
and
so it was my skirt that 'offended' the girls.
They left me
guessing until the
staff was almost due and
voted for my skirt. I
removed it and sat pulling my
napkin
over my now very bare legs and
butt, covered only by lacy
bikini
briefs. The camisole was short so
my back was clearly
visible down to my
panties now.
The desert was typically Australian: a Pavlova covered with whipped
cream
and
fresh fruit. For me I guess it was lucky that the
wine steward
didn't seem to
notice as he poured my wine,
maybe he was just not
letting on, but I was
getting odd looks
from the woman staff member.
I wasn't sure if they were looks of approval or disapproval until
she
winked
and purred in my ear, "Is everything
alright?"
I felt my skin tighten and spine tingle as her breath washed over my
face
and
neck. My nipples had been poking proudly into my
camisole for
most of the
meal and her breath on me had them
knotting again. The
moisture in my
'mistress' was becoming
evident to me now, and the pit
of my tummy was
feeling more
than good from the food and wine I had
just had.
However, the desert was soon eaten and Angelina called for me to
stand
as
soon as the door closed following the removal of the
desert
plates. This was
starting to get really humiliating
and yet it
excited me tremendously. The
girls now discussed
which I should take
off: my camisole or my panties,
knowing
that cheeses and biscuits
were coming. And then perhaps, a port
or
liqueur. Shit, if that
happened I would be naked. My mind
went out of control
with thoughts
of exposing myself, not
just to the girls, that would be
exciting,
but the in front
of the hotel personnel, especially the steward,
would be so
unnerving.
I wondered how he would feel. I had no real idea, but I guessed he
would
be
embarrassed, especially as he had been very shy so
far. Well, it
wouldn't
kill him, I grinned inwardly, and I
had now prepared myself
for this. Would
Angelina not see that
I would enjoy the
exhibitionism? Of course she would.
What
had she planned for me,
surely nothing that simple? My thoughts
sped
round and round, but
came up with a blank. I started
trembling in excitement.
I thought
that I must learn to enjoy
exhibiting myself to men; I still worry
about that, but why?
Or why should I? I didn't know; it was a
contradiction
unresolved. I loved exposing myself, but I was still
concerned about
men, but
it was women who were more likely to be
aghast.
The women discussed the dilemma while I stood outwardly
passive,
excluded
from the decision. They voted for my
panties. I wasn't
prepared, in
particular, for either item.
My mind whirled in
apprehension: my 'mistress'
on view for
the steward and the women
while we ate. That would not be too
bad, I could cover up with the
napkin until the table was cleared, but
what
then?
I hooked my thumbs into my panties and slowly, teasingly pulled them
down.
I
kept my legs as close together as I could, I wanted
to prolong
obscuring
their full view of me, to tease them. I
watched their eyes'
anticipation.
Many had seen me naked
before, but I was feeling hot. I
liked it, that is,
stripping
for them. I made a big play of obscuring
my pussy by turning
my
back as I moved them down over my butt
squirming and
swaying it about. I knew
that my rounded smooth cheeks
would
leave most of then squirming too. Of
course I had to turn but
I
did so as I flicked my panties up by my foot to
catch them
and then
threw them under the table. This act without doubt
gave
them a gash
flash then I slipped back under the table
pulling my napkin over
me
again.
I then only had to avoid the steward somehow. I just hoped my butt
was
not
obviously exposed to him. I sat forward so it would
be harder for
him to see.
The steward and waitress came with
cheese, fruit and a
white port. He came up
behind me. I
watched the eyes of the women
across the table; they told me
he
had seen me. I nearly died of
humiliation. I could feel
myself flushing red.
They were grinning like they were enjoying my discomfort. I
thought,
of
course they were. That was the whole point, well
part of it
anyway.
I nearly jumped out of my seat when he asked if I wanted a port.
Fuck,
he
could see my boobs from where he was, no problem,
now he could see
my butt.
I said, "Yes please," as nonchalantly as I could.
I cringed in humiliation as he fussed around me. My damn nipples
would
not
stay flaccid, but insisted on throbbing hard in my
camisole. In a
thin lacey
camisole I couldn't hide my 36D
boobs with raging hard
nipples, from him or
anyone else for
that mater. Knowing he could see
me made me feel hornier than
ever, even though I was embarrassed as
hell.
I love cheese, but I didn't eat much that night. I started to
feel
like
stripping for them all, including the bloke. But I
knew Angelina
didn't want
the hotel staff embarrassed, so I
restrained myself. That
was difficult as I
had become so
aroused at the idea of a big show.
It's not like I've not done
a big flash before for men. I had done on
several occasions. I
wondered why
this one was a problem for me.
There didn't seem
to be a reason. Maybe it was
because of his close
proximity.
I sill don't know. But I could thrust my boobs
forward and
I
did by straightening my back and shoulders. It felt fabulous.
My
pussy tingled like mad. I started to get damp once again. They
were
all
looking at my boobs, the steward too. I flushed
wildly. I was
over my
embarrassment. Then we had finished
eating and the steward
left us.
Part Four: A Ceremonial Part.
Angelina said rather sternly to me, "You nearly blew it. We
can't
get
thrown out of here, especially you."
I thought, oh, terrific, I get to really put on a show for them. I
was
ready.
Then Angelina said, "Get it off girl and show us what you've
got!"
Wow, yes!
This would like being nude in an illuminated fish-tank.
Angelina
said,
"All right girls, we must inspect our
prospective member
for
flaws."
Starting with Angelina, each one of them ran their hands over me -
all
over.
By the time they'd finished I was a quivering jelly
of highly
aroused
feminine flesh, lusting after each of them
in turn.
Angelina announced, "Okay then, stand up on the table. Help
her
up
girls." Angelina continued, "Put you spikes
on Alessia,
they will
make your legs look even better and
easier to twirl in. And
Alessia you may
not come until I say
you can, all right? This is
important, it's about
control
over yourself and reaching your higher
levels of arousal once
again;
you understand?"
"Yes, I understand Angelina."
My shoes were passed up to me and I slipped them on facing Ingrid,
hoping
if
my pussy showed she would see. She did. I did the
model-pouting
walk and vamp
round the table then held my arms
up above my head
pulling the camisole up by
its spaghetti
string straps, hoping my
boobs could be seen from underneath.
I
thought I'd then reach to the
top of the straps and slowly
lift it up as I
teased my audience.
They were all looking intensely at me now. I could feel the
camisole's
lacy
bottom tickling my boobs just near my
throbbing nipples. The
girls would get
good flashes of me. I
moved to the centre of the
table and twirled around on
one
foot, lifting the other leg and
bending it. After slowing to a
stop
again, facing Ingrid, I leaned
way over raising my arms
letting the camisole
slide off slowly.
Ingrid caught it and
smiled at me. Cupping my breasts, I
pulled and
pinched my
nipples to accentuate their colour and hardness. Then I
slithered my hands down over my torso, eventually to cup my labial
lips
and
lewdly pinched them to puff them up with blood too.
I was now
high on a
sexual plateau not very far from coming.
I refrained from
going further. I
slowed to gently rubbing my
puffy labia, sensitising
them more but slowly
more, standing
as still as I could, soaking in
the ambience, the sensations
sweeping through me and the aura
surrounding me. I felt fantastic,
horny,
abandoned in lust, and I
hoped sexy.
Angelina quietly broke the silence saying, "Lie
down,
spread-eagled,
Alessia."
I sat then lay over the table. My arms and legs were cuffed
and
secured
firmly. This was not a surprise, I had expected
something
like this, but I
had no idea what was to follow. My
heart pounded as
I looked for clues:
nothing! The tension was
building up in me. I
noticed Ava had gone, but I
gave this no
significance. Angelina
leaned over and kissed me. This seemed
to
be a signal, as all the
other girls then started kissing,
sucking or licking
me, anywhere,
everywhere - all seven of
them. My arms, neck, face, breasts,
belly,
legs and thighs
all were covered with soft lips, tongues or fingers.
The pleasure was exquisite, but it was taking me so high I could
have
easily
come in multiple orgasms. But I had to hold back,
'Oh, god,
that was so
hard,' my mind spun out in a frenzy of
desire. I could
feel my damp labia
getting wetter and wetter.
With my legs spread, my
juices would be plainly
obvious. As
they continued my body ached,
throbbed, pounded with the
effort
of control, but it was a glorious
myriad of sensations
sweeping and swirling
through me. My clitoris
throbbed almost
painfully and I knew it had grown
huge and was thrust
fully
out of it's sheath. Any touch on it would surely
trigger
an
unstoppable climax. Then Ava returned carrying a small bowl
steaming
with vapour, a shaving brush, a blade shaver and shaving
cream.
Was I to lose my pride and joy, my strip of pubic hair so neatly
trimmed
only
yesterday, and god knows what else? The answer
was painfully
obvious as the
bowl was passed to Angelina who
tested what I assumed
was hot water. Angelina
satisfied
herself that the fluid was a
reasonable temperature and passed
the
can of foam to her right, to
Anne whom I hardly knew. I
had come down a
little by now and I
watched Anne move to a
position between my legs. She
pointed the
nozzle at - you
guessed it.
I held my breath then the cold foam hit me where I was the hottest.
My
back
involuntarily arched as the goosebumps flashed over
my skin. But
that was
nothing compared to Jess who brushed
the soft foam over my
sensitised outer
labia and then I had
the fine bristles flicking over
my painfully throbbing
bean.
My legs, bound as they were, flew apart
as my back involuntarily
arched
once again. My hips thrust against
the restraints and
I was on the knife's
edge, like a cat walking
along a picket
fence. The bliss was so intense as my
mind and body
absorbed
the breathtaking sensations.
Abby now had the shaver and I watched in horror as I felt and
heard
the
carefully cultivated strip being removed by the
blades. I closed
my eyes and
lay back, my head lolling about
as the slight vibrations
stimulated my
hardened bean. My legs
were being held apart as the
blade was drawn over my
charged
labia, taking off any vestige of
hair. I still managed to
control
myself as instructed. I was actually
finding the
plateau of ecstasy a true
delight, although my body
ached
with the need to orgasm.
I heard Angelina's voice instructing, "Sit up Alessia, get off
the table and stand still."
"Yes," I heard myself say, in a trance like state.
I vaguely remember shuffling off the table and standing on my jelly
legs.
I
was in Nirvana and wanted to stay there, but the real
world slowly
returned.
I found all the women dressing me in
my stay-up, black,
lace-topped
stockings, my spikes, a short,
chiffon like skirt, really
lacy panties and an
extremely
sheer blouse. I recognised the outfit
as one from the shopping
trip
with Angelina a week ago. I might have
been able to
control myself in not
going orgasmic, but my pussy was
juiced
up and wetting the panties within
moments. I was guided to
the
dressing table where I sat and had my hair and
makeup
restored from
its dishevelled state.
I was now coherent and asked, "What now?" in a soft almost
breathless voice.
Part Five: Outside.
I noticed that I was trembling in excitement, or
was it
horror?
Clearly I was being prepared to go outside the sanctuary
of
the hotel
suite. My poor heart was still pounding in my
chest, my whole being
highly sensitised from the treatment it
had had over the past few hours.
I
looked at myself in the
mirror and realised that the blouse, with
its
voluminous
sleeves, did nothing for my modesty. My arms and trunk
were
visible and of course so were my breasts, knotted nipples,
areolae and
which
naturally their size. I thought I looked just
great,
but to go in public like
this was a fantasy. A fantasy soon
to
be fulfilled and apparently very soon.
But where and how?
I had no
real idea.
Angelina spoke saying to me, "You will walk from here to the bar
at
the
junction with William Street and stand or sit near the
corner of
the bar.
Order a drink and wait for all of us to
come to you. When
we've all been
there, you will walk back
here. You will show no
emotion whatever happens,
and you must
not come or look at us. Is all
that clear?"
"Oh shit, yes it's clear, but what will happen to me?"
"Don't worry about that. We'll protect you from harm. Otherwise
I
won't
tell you. But you'll find out and I can tell you it
does not
involve pain. I
expect
a lot of people will
look at you and
maybe even at us. You will perhaps
fulfil one
of your
fantasies."
My mind jumped through hoops wondering what they would do to me in a
bar.
I'd
seen some wild exhibitionist pictures on the web. Oh
god, I'd be
scarred
shitless, but I would come in seconds if
they had in mind
some of the more
extreme ones. I didn't
think I could control myself.
I felt my bean once
again
easing out of its sheath, stimulated by my
panties. I was
excited,
quaking and soaking my panties. Angelina
motioned
for me to stand. I did so,
moving a few paces then
stopped.
Ingrid knelt in front of me and put a silver
anklet
on my left leg.
It was pretty with bells on it. Angelina led me
past
the other girls
who were now a bit of a blur. My mind
was concentrated on
what I'd
been asked to do. Angelina
wished me good luck which was chorused by
the others. I was
suddenly alone in the hotel corridor feeling so horny
and
so
vulnerable.
I walked to the lift and pushed the button. The doors opened
straight
away,
startling me. My heart pounded more. I pressed
the ground floor
button. The
lift started taking me to my
destiny. It stopped at the
third floor. The
doors opened and
a couple got in and really stared
at me, but not in the
face;
the doors closed and the lift continued
down. I drew back my
shoulders
and stood up straight. Proudly I stood
there while
they inspected me. I found
it very exciting. The lift
doors
opened and they let me go first. Not looking
to either side,
I
walked through the lobby out into Murray Street and headed
towards
William Street. There were not many people in that part of
town, but
I got some great looks as I strode ahead.
It's only a few minutes walk so I was soon there. The lighting was
soft,
most
of it coming from lights in the back of the bar
shining off the
backing
mirrors. I decided not to sit in my
soaked panties and
ordered a drink
standing by the corner of
the bar. Several couples
were on barstools, but I
hadn't
attracted overly many looks as yet. I
saw why Angelina wanted me
there
by the corner. I was visible from
both lengths of the
bar and the tables
beside and behind me. I
noticed a couple
of men deep in conversation close by
start to notice
they
could see through my top. Soon others noticed me
including
some
women in business suits. I was building an audience.
Then Angelina came in and stood close behind me. I felt
the
excitement
building in me as hot as I was. The next thing
I felt my
blouse pulled out of
my skirt.
I froze.
She slid her hands over my bare tummy. God, she felt fabulous.
My
nipples
knotted again as the goosebumps crawled over my
skin. My back
arched
thrusting my nipples against the sheer
blouse as I felt her
mound on my butt.
Her hands crossed over
and she grabbed my boobs,
caressing my areolae and
pulling on
my nipples. I stared into the
mirror, but my legs nearly gave
up
on me. Oh, my god, I wanted so
much to sigh and lie back
into her caress and
just come all down my
legs.
Then she was gone.
Oh, hell, everybody was looking at me in amazement. Some just
gaped,
others
giggled. Nobody said anything to me. My panties
were now
squelching and I
felt like I needed to pee so I
visited the
"ladies", stuffing my
panties into my
clutch bag. I
returned to my spot at the bar only long enough
to pick up my drink,
as a pair of hands encircled me under my blouse.
I
didn't see who it
was, but I was sent to heaven once again
as soft female
hands
expertly fondled my boobs, kneading them
delectably. I rode the waves
of wonderful sensations for
thirty or forty seconds and then she too left
me.
I
desperately wanted to gasp, but somehow I managed to
breathe
normally
throughout that bout of pleasure.
Before I could gather my wits, another girl, Anne, I think,
was
pressing
herself against me, her hands slithering up my
skirt,
straight to my boobs
once again. She grasped my
nipples rolling them
between her thumb and fingers
and
simultaneously squeezing me,
areolae included. She then cupped
me,
thumbing my nipples. I nearly
went over the edge into
orgasm. My delight was
extreme and she stayed
longer, letting
me luxuriate in her warmth against me.
I cushioned
myself
against her soft, pillowy breasts. In hindsight I cannot
see
how I controlled myself, my labia were so puffed and sensitised.
My
honeyed juices were threatening to drip. I managed to
cross my legs,
coating
my upper inner thighs with it. Then
abruptly she was gone.
I gulped down a groan and looked around me as nonchalantly as I
could,
though
I knew I was flushed hot pink. A few were
looking, but all the
patrons seemed
to be avoiding my gaze. I
looked down seeing two of my
blouse's buttons
undone. Through
my erotically glazed mind I did a
count. Three more buttons,
but five more girls, oh shit! My mind
reeled at the thought of
the
progression and its obvious
consequences. My groin
twitched, in terror and
anticipation at the
same time,
threatening to drip again. I was high, like a
high-wire
walker, but I could only fall one way. I ached in
tantalising
desire.
Jess came next, just as I started to stop wobbling on the high wire.
She
held
my butt cheeks before snaking her hands to my now
tender
breasts. She took no
mercy on me and had me inwardly
grovelling
within seconds. She was rough and
I heard some of
the people nearby
gasp in shock. When she left I noticed that
she had undone another
button. My tummy could easily be seen, at least
I
could see it. I
became even more aroused by that
stimulation. I didn't
believe I
could hold on to my
self-control as I felt outrageously horny. I
could almost
have masturbated there and then with everybody no looking
at
me.
I blushed, but loved the attention.
Abby arrived before Jess's bruising kneading had calmed down. She
slipped
her
hands up through the side slits in my skirt,
running her fingers
up my legs.
She moved her hands to feel
my freshly shaved mound
pressing down hard upon
it. Then,
very carefully avoiding my
clitoris, she ran her thumbs over
my
outer labia. I nearly screamed
in the sheer audacity and
sensuousness from
the electrical charge
that whizzed through
me. Her honeyed, wet fingers slid
up my tummy
and brushed
lightly over my boobs. She leaned over to my drink
and
poked
a finger in it offering it to me to suck. I did and
tasted
myself
in it. She undid a button and slunk away. I was
now finding I
couldn't keep
my emotions down. I let out a
sort of groaning sigh. I
was becoming acutely
aware that
everybody was watching the
proceedings with increasing interest.
I
was seriously close to
coming, ready or not, my control was
weakening badly.
I managed to get a sip of my drink down my dry throat before Ava put
her
arms
around me, giving me a comforting hug. I got little
respite from
her hug as
she manoeuvred her hands up my back
and finished grasping
my sensitised
nipples, sending me
spinning into an ecstatic storm of
bliss yet again. But I
hung on to my self-control for dear life. She
left me with my blouse
hanging
open but still on my shoulders: I was
standing there
with my breasts barely
covered. I looked at myself
with the
wide gaping top, revealing my boobs, and
I felt my
whole
groin throbbing with need for release. My breasts ached
from
the
bruising attention, but mostly from the blood
pounding from my
fluttering
heart. I was determined to see
this through, although my
half-conscious mind
was telling me
to cover-up and run. Strangely, I
not only felt acutely
aroused by this, but I was wishing I had the
gall to jump up onto the
bar
top, strip and dance much like I had at
the night club.
I was hoping now that Audrey would be next so that a quick plan
I
conceived
would,
I hoped, embarrass her, but it was
Adriana
and felt I couldn't grab and kiss
her passionately. A
few people had
started coming in from the street to see
the
show. I played up to the
small gathering that was now watching
with
wide-eyed interest .
Adriana I saw as excitable and
seemed to be enjoying the
notoriety as
much as I was. So I
did grab her and kissed her as passionately
as I
felt. And I
most certainly felt passionate. She returned the kiss and
we
held each other in a tight embrace for a minute or more. Just as
we
broke
apart she pulled down the zipper of my skirt. They
wouldn't
go that far,
surely, I remember thinking.
Ingrid came while Adriana was still clutching me. I was steaming
hot.
The
crowd had blurred into virtual obscurity as I became
less
conscious of them,
rather concentrating on controlling
my natural
instinct to just let go and
orgasm as my body
frantically wanted. I
couldn't believe Ingrid would do it,
but she pushed aside my blouse
and to the delight of the noisy crowd
greedily
sucked on my left
breast. The shock had frozen me
rigid, but her skilled
mouth and
tongue on me had me groaning
and gasping madly. I held her
beautiful
head to me and
revelled in the sensation of pure delight at having
her with
me. But while she held me with one hand behind me, she
undid
my
skirt letting Adriana catch it as it fell.
I was left standing in my shoes and stockings bared for
everyone.
Ingrid
switched to my right breast kissing it as I
closed my eyes
briefly. Oh my god
I wanted her to give me
long awaited release. I
would have bent backwards
over the
bar stool for her; crowd or no
crowd. Adriana picked my skirt up
off
the floor then my blouse slid
off to my wrists. I felt so
outrageously horny
the crowd could have
ravished me just as
long as Angelina gave me permission.
The fact
that they were
cheering us on became totally irrelevant. I knew I
had
to
wait for Angelina; I had to. Adriana and Ingrid broke away from me
letting the mob see me naked, naked pussy and all. Then taking an
arm
each
rushed me out into the street.
I was aware of hoots from inside then the cool night air
enveloping
me.
Goosebumps sprung up all over me and I heard
whistles and shouts
from cars
and from across the street. I
felt every eye burning into
my smoldering hot
flesh. I had
never experienced such excitement,
such fear-provoking but
lustful emotions. I knew then that I wanted
to fulfil my ultimate
fantasy
soon. And that I could actually
contemplate really
doing it. Making out all
the way in full public
view. For now
I took it upon myself just like a
streaker to jog the
few 100
metres back to the hotel. I was conscious of the
stares
of
delight of the people in the street and passing cars. I felt
the
sway
and weight of my breasts as I jogged. The cool
breeze I created for
myself chilled my wet groin and
stiffened even more my erect nipples.
The
exhilaration was
extraordinarily stimulating and when I slowed to
a walk
outside the hotel I so desperately needed Angelina's
permission to let
go but
she wasn't there.
Before I realised it, all the girls had surrounded me in the street
and
were
escorting me back into the hotel. They were very
protective and
covered me
with a light coat. We were all soon
back in the suite.
Angelina said, "Sit on the edge of the table."
I did and then she said,
"Lie back, but watch."
I was up on my elbows looking at my aching naked body, with my
heart
thumping
madly in my chest, feeling so exposed and
vulnerable, but so
flushed in
sexual arousal I thought I
would die if Angelina didn't
let me climax away
the built up
tension.
Finally Angelina handed me my vibrator and said, "Alessia,
you've only one thing left to do for tonight, but first, on
behalf of all of us, we think you behaved magnificently.
Watching you was so very exciting for all of us.
Now you must use
your toy and masturbate
while we all watch."
"Oh my god, yes Angelina, may I ask Ingrid to slowly push it in
and
turn
it on for me?"
"Ingrid, would you do that?" Angelina asked.
"Yes, I would love to."
I handed it to my sweet Ingrid, and as they all watched she
undressed
herself
vamping like a professional stripper, wet
my toy on her own
labia, and
inserted it quite deeply into
herself. With her eyes shut
and only wearing
her make up she
was clearly closing in on an orgasm
herself. Slowly, and if
my guess was right, she reluctantly removed
it from herself. Geez, I
found
her little show awesomely sexy and it
confirmed my love
for her. I was a
little jealous. She stepped to me
and teased
my labia with her wetness on my
toy. I moaned in bliss as
she
turned it on and pressed the gratification
machine slowly
into
me. I felt my walls expand as it filled me: 'Oh, shit, so
bloody
good'. Then she turned it on and attached the clit' teaser.
My stomach churned as the extreme stimulus sent me into a frenzy
of
passion.
Grabbing my responsive swollen labia with both
hands I
massaged my lips
running my thumbs along their
slippery lubricated
sides then deeply following
the toy. I
groped for it; caught it, and
pushed it further in. In no more
than
twenty seconds I started to
orgasm; the release was
unbelievable and
continued for minutes,
assisted by my toy,
Ingrid and the others kissing,
licking and
sucking me all
over.
I vaguely remember throwing myself about as my orgasm took me out
but
I
remained
aware of the absolute gratification I
received
during that time. I sensed
being carried and laid
out on a bed next
to the warm soft skin of Ingrid; her
soft
mouth caressing me. I
thanked her with a weak but adoring kiss.
To be continued.
The Characters
Alessia The main
character.
Angelina The
club
president
who directs most of the action and dominates
Alessia.
nbsp; The
president's
daughter and close (read lover) friend of Alessia.
Ava A member and
South
American
friend of Angelina
Abby A member - see
chapter
2.
Jessica A member -
see
chapter
2.
Audrey A member - in
chapter
2
but not mentioned by name.
Adriana A member -
in
chapter
2 but not mentioned by name.
Anne A member
-
in
chapter 2 but not mentioned by name.
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