SLUT EMMA – CHAPTER 5: A NEW REALITY – PART B

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SLUT EMMA – CHAPTER 5: A NEW REALITY – PART BverwijderdCHAPTER 5: A NEW REALITY – PART BI wore one of the obscene dresses out of the shop. It was a tight one with a very deep v-cut in front and no back. I couldn’t believe the guys were taking me to the headquarters building and Mr. W’s office dressed like this. I just hoped that being shortly after business hours, I might not encounter to many people who knew me.The drive was interesting. There was absolutely no way to sit lady-like in this dress. It was intended to flaunt … period. When I moved to slide over the seat to the door being held by James, the little bit of skirt slid under my butt. As I reached out for James’ offered hand and put my right foot out the door, I could see by the expression on his face that he had a full, clear view of my bald, wet cunt.We approached Mr. W’s office and I was surprised to find Marjorie, his long-time personal assistant still at her desk. She looked up and seemed only to see the guys as I was walking behind them. “Hey, guys. The boss said he was just finishing up in there.” As Robert knocked on the door and cracked it to let him know we were ready, Marjorie spotted me. “Who …”, she looked closer as I stood right in front of her desk, “Doctor Trent? I didn’t … well … recognize you.” She blatantly looked me up and down as Mr. W opened his door and stopped to hear what was happening. She continued, “You know … I haven’t seen much of you lately, but … I certainly am now!” The guys all laughed as I blushed. Marjorie was 61 years old and has been with Mr. W so long she just didn’t want to retire, especially after her husband died several years ago. “You know what, honey? I really, really like that look.” She winked at me, “Now I understand … dressed like that and hanging around these two, no wonder I haven’t seen you around here.”As I slid across the seat for Mr. W to join me, I said, “Wow … that was embarrassing. Marjorie’s such a nice woman. I hope she doesn’t think badly of me, you guys. It would be your fault.”Mr. W looked at my new dress, lean only slightly forward to look between my slightly parted legs. He slipped a hand to the inside of my leg and ran it up to the top of my stockings, the top of which were exposed. He leaned to kiss me, his hand moving mere inches further to my wet cunt. He looked me in the eyes, “Not our fault. You’re the slut.”I moaned at the thought and feeling, then turned in the seat to put my arms around his neck and passionately devoured his mouth with mine. I separated my legs further as his fingers probed my cunt, bringing more moans as a finger wormed into my opening, curled and sought out my g-spot. My gasps, moans, and sighs filled the car … but he stopped just as I thought he would bring to a much-needed orgasm. As I clung to him, my body wishing for relief but recognizing the deliberate delay, I thanked how fortune had directed me to this, ‘Yes, I am a slut and thank God Mr. W recognized it in me and brought me into their lives!’Dinner was very nice. Given the dress I was wearing, there weren’t any button to undo, panties or bra to remove. But they did manage to have a little fun. I was told to go to the restroom and when I returned to hike the skirt discretely so I was sitting on my bare butt. The truth was it hadn’t been far from that to begin with, but the intentional act still gave a thrill. As we got up to leave, pulling the skirt back down turned out to be less than discrete. Robert slipped his hand onto my arm and encouraged me to follow the other two before I was convinced the dress was really down. Based on the open looks I got from both men and women, I was sure I was exposing more than I should have.In the car, it was announced we were going to a known dance club Robert and James were familiar with. Since they hadn’t offered this before and Mr. W hardly seemed the type for such a club, I felt this had more to do with exposing me in this dress than a desire to suddenly dance. Little did I know.Mr. W’s hand quickly returned between my legs, which opened further as if by magic, and his fingers lightly stroking my cunt lips. I nuzzled into his shoulder and his other fingers slipped inside my top to tease a nipple. The contented sounds escaping from me were more like a purr.With James driving, Robert loosened his seatbelt enough to turn in his seat, “Dig through those bags, Em, and pull out one of the ‘school girl’ outfits.” I caught James looking through the rearview mirror at me, Robert and Mr. W were smiling in anticipation. Robert continued, “I think the red plaid, pleated skirt, white blouse tied in front, knee-high stockings, and your heels.”I squinted at him. Was he serious? “Wait … you want me to wear that in a club? With no underwear?” I turned to Mr. W and he just shrugged. “Wait … double wait … you want me to change in the car? You want me to be naked in the car?”Mr. W couldn’t resist this time, “It won’t be the first time as I recall.”“Yes, sir … yes, sirs.”I removed my seatbelt and turned my back to Mr. W. He lowered the zipper at the waist, I slipped the straps off my shoulders and wiggled the dress down my legs. Kicking my heels off, I pushed the stocking off my legs and I was quickly naked in the car moving through the downtown streets from the restaurant to the club. Although it was night, the streetlights kept the inside of the car semi-lit.I pulled one of the large bags from the store onto the seat next to me, which canlı bahis moved me against Mr. W. As I turn to dig through the bag, I push against Mr. W to give myself more room. His hands begin roaming over my naked body, which was nice almost all the time except maybe when I am naked in the back of the car searching for the clothes I am supposed to put on. His hands slid along my hip and around my front to my freed tits where he began teasing my sensitive nipples. I sighed … partly from the pleasure it was producing and partly in frustration at being distracted. But I found the items Robert instructed me to wear, dropped them on the seat and returned the large bag to the floor. I did the blouse, first. Well, not really a blouse because a blouse would mean a lot more material. I leaned forward, slipped my arms through it and pulled it together in front to tie it right below my tits. Now, at least, when someone glanced into the car, they might thing I was dressed.Except for Mr. W. He noted the garment had no buttons and slipped his hand inside and onto my tit. I gave his hand a playful slap and asked him to behave for just a minute. The guys up front laughed. The guys and I had expressed our mutual delight to each other at the transformation we saw in Mr. W since all this began. There were so many more times when he was at ease, relaxed, and playful. This was not a time when I appreciated it.“Do the stockings, first.” Mr. W’s statement surprised me. I looked at him and he shrugged, “I like looking at your cunt.”The guys laughed, again. Robert turned around, “Believe me, boss … in that skirt you’ll see it plenty.” I sighed, again, knowing just how true that statement probably was and that reality sent a shiver through me.But I did as Mr. W asked. I opened the pack of knee-high stockings, raised my foot and slid the stocking onto my foot and smoothed them up my calf. I glanced to the side as I felt Mr. W shift next to me, allowing himself a better view with my leg lifted. As I put my foot into the next stocking on the leg closest to him, he put his hand on my hands. His replaced mine, smoothing the stocking up that calf. His hand never stopped at my knee, though, continuing up my thigh until his fingers were again playing over my drenched cunt lips. I eased his hand from between my legs, brought his fingers to my mouth, and while smiling at him licked the fingers of my juice.I took the slut micro-skirt last as Mr. W wanted. I opened it at the waist and shimmied into it, up my legs and over my hips. I pulled it down over my hips as far I as could, then fastened it in place.Mr. W whistled and added, “I see what you mean, Robert. Not much will be hidden by that, will it?” As I get out of the car, my cunt was fully on display as I stretch one leg out the door. I adjusted the non-existent skirt down as far as possible, but the slight breeze in the evening air told me that if I was covered at all it isn’t by much.The bouncer at the door was stopping a lot of people from entering the club. A line has formed along the outside of the building and it looked like the place was too crowded to get in. I commented that to the group but James said it wasn’t a problem. He leaded us to jay-walk across the street from the club, then approached the club from across the street. He moved me between Robert and himself with Mr. W to the side. I am confused until I see the bouncer make eye contact with me as we approached jay-walking toward him. Robert whispered to put some sass in my walk. I pulled my shoulders back so my big tits are pointing our way ahead while I shifted with steps slightly crossing with each step causing my hips to sway even more. A little breeze caught the skirt and teased it with only a wishful lift that didn’t quite happen. James took my left hand as Robert stepped ahead of us by a step allowing Mr. W to move in to take my right hand.I am wondering what would happen as people in the line are also watching our little scene play out with a slutty white woman, two big blacks and an older white guy. To my utter surprise, the bouncer cleared the way to the door for us led by Robert.Inside, the club is a wild scene of darkness, lights, strobe lights, loud DJ music, dancing, and outrageously sexy people. Suddenly, my outfit was home and I relaxed just a bit as I quickly found other women with skin showing and panties flashing. Of course, I reminded myself, if I flashed anything, it wouldn’t be panties.Miraculously, we found a table for four just as a group was leaving. If anyone else was watching for a table, Robert and James’ presence would have dissuaded them for challenging for it. Mr. W went off to the bar for drinks and came back carrying them, sat down and was beaming. He yelled over the noise, “I like this place! Two women flirted with me in that short distance.”I turned to look intensely in the direction he had just come from, “Point them out, I’ll claw their eyes out!” It got quiet, then I smiled and they laughed. It was funny now, but … god help any of these hussies if they tried something with any of my guys.We did a bit of dancing. Robert and James each took me out for some fast numbers during which I knew the skirt had been at my waist several times, not to mention that I worried about my tits bouncing right out of the small top. Robert managed to swing me, then spin me. As I collapsed into him after, I found a whole group of people standing around us watching. bahis siteleri I blushed profusely, not that anyone could tell in the light of the place.Eventually, we needed another round. The guys all agreed that I should do it. Robert handed me a $50 bill and sent me on my way. After only 10 feet from the table I was engulfed in the sea of people and the groping started almost immediately. A couple of times I looked behind me to find a half dozen guys watching me and it could have been any of them or none of them. So, I did the only thing I could … I smiled. Carrying the four drinks back to the table was more interesting. My hands were now full and the feels, especially to my ass, became more frequent. Suddenly, a very attractive and sexy younger woman appeared in my way, staring right into my eyes. She closed the gap between us and leaned in to speak so not everyone around us would hear.“You are one of the sexiest women here. Not many could pull off that outfit so confidently (Oh, if she only knew …). No panties … I watched you dancing … I envy you.” I was stunned. She was young, sexy, and very attractive. She was dressed slutty and getting her own looks. Being a little older than her, I took that as a compliment. “Also, I envy you for your companions. Three guys … wow! You have to be good!” Did she just call me a slut? Oh, yeah, right … Did she just call me a whore? But whatever she might have been thinking about me, she reached up between my full hands and untied the knot holding my little blouse together. She opened it far enough that my tits were exposed, leaned in, gave me a kiss and added in parting, “Enjoy getting back to your table.”I was completely defenseless. I craned my head but still wasn’t close enough to see our table. I took a deep breath and plowed ahead. And, I didn’t have enough luck … or I did … I guess what I was wanting to happen. Within two steps my additional exposure was evident and the word seemed to spread ahead of me. Now it seemed, my tit exposure signaled males and females alike to feel me up. Hands and fingers were everywhere on my body: under my skirt, my breasts, nipples and cunt. At one point, people blocked my way completely and my body was assaulted, nipples pinched, my ass spanked, even a finger into my cunt. By the time they parted for me, I was panting and dripping down the insides of my thighs.When I spotted the table, I rushed forward, which made it more difficult for the fondling to continue. I tried placing the drinks on the table gently, but they hit down hard instead so I could place my palms on the table, my head hanging, my breathing gasping … as a small orgasm flowed through me.On the way home, Mr. W had reopened my top to play with my tits and especially the nipples. The skirt presented no obstruction to his hand and my open legs welcomed his probing of my cunt. He brought me to an orgasm by stroking my clit and sucking a nipple. He held me tenderly as I shivered through the orgasm. His comments to James, who was driving, were almost lost to me as I concentrated on the waves of pleasure encompassing my body.“We’ll take a different route back. Take the next right and in two miles you should see an old, abandoned gas station at a four-way stop intersection. Pull into that station.”But my mind did take in enough of his comments for me to raise my head to look at him to enquire why. He hugged me back against him, stroking my hair, “I enjoyed last night’s adventure enough to share it with the guys.” I sighed not sure which adventure from last night he was referring to. Then, my mind cleared some and it occurred to me that I have been exposed much of that night and I remembered what happened in the parking lot after. Oh God … oh, yes. My hand goes to his crotch as we find each other’s mouths in a passionate French kiss.We are still locked together when the car slows, makes a right turn, then almost immediately a left turn, rolling for a minute before coming to a stop. Mr. W breaks the kiss and says, “Turn off the car, James.” He turns to me with a quick kiss, “It’s time, my little slut …” With that he opens his door, steps out and reaches inside to assist me. Robert and James exit their doors, still a little confused but patient to follow their boss’ lead. Upon exiting the car, Mr. W slips my top off completely and tosses it into the back seat. He then fumbles for the clasp and short zipper, letting the tiny skirt fall to my feet. I step out of it, bend over to pick it up and toss it into the back with my top.The guys have this figured out and I am surrounded. I hear belts opening and zippers pushed down. I glance past them to see the intersection of two county roads directly in front of me with street lights on opposing corners, one nearest to us. I then wonder how many cars might travel past here at this time of night heading for one housing development or another.I squatted in front of Robert in only heels and stockings, James and Mr. W moving in close on either side of him. There was no way I was going to kneel in the gravel of the broken-up parking area of this old gas station. By moving from one to the other, it didn’t take long before I had all three cocks standing hard. Mr. W helped me up from my squat, my knees and thighs feeling the strain of being in the prolonged squat. He guided me to the front hood of the car, bent me over, my legs spreading for him, and easily and smoothly penetrated my drooling cunt. bahis şirketleri My tits were mashed into the still warm metal of the car but my body was more heated as he drove his big cock into me with strength and purpose. His hand and fingers snake around my hip to rub my clit. Since my nipples and clit had been treated to increase sensitivity, all the guys made regular use of them in our fucking to give me amazing orgasms … not that their cocks alone wouldn’t have done wonderful jobs by themselves.I cried out as my orgasm crashed through me. The night was so quiet in this abandoned setting it seemed as though my cries might be heard miles away. None of us were much caring, though, and the vocal part of our fucking made the outdoor scene seem more exhibitionistic.As Mr. W pulled out of me, I sagged against the hood, but was quickly secured by James who turned me around and lifted me onto the hood. He stepped between my legs, aligned his cock to my open hole, and drove his massive tool halfway into me. He then gripped my butt-cheeks in his hands and pulled me off the car entirely and gravity inserted the rest of his cock until my clit was pressed into his pelvic bone. The combination of full penetration and clitoral impact made me gasp, moan, and cry out from the intense jolt sent through me. At first, I wasn’t aware of what he was doing except for bouncing me up and down as he moved. But, after several minutes of my face pressed into his shoulder, I opened my eyes to see over his shoulder to find Mr. W and Robert 10 to 15 yards away. Only then did I raise my head to find James had carried me onto the road, bouncing me the entire time. If a car had come by before with us naked by the car, it would have been embarrassing but we might have had the chance to move around the car. Now … in the middle of the road … an orgasm swept over me, my cunt spasming around the massive cock buried deep in my body. James stopped moving, seeming to freeze where we were, then I felt his cock spasm, jerk, and the first spurts of his cum flood my cunt. He held me tight in his arms as we both rode our own orgasms. Standing in the middle of the road fully joined by cock and cunt, the only thing we were aware of was the climactic arousal we were sharing.Minutes later we became aware of our position in the world. I put my hands on each side of his face and kissed him deeply. Then we laughed as he carried me casually back to the car as if daring anyone to drive by.Robert wasn’t going to be outdone by his friend. He came up to us, asked James to lift me higher, then Robert inserted his 13 inches into my cunt as James’ slipped out. Robert fucked me several times, then pulled out and pressed his cock to my asshole. I gasped at the realization, then cried out as my sphincter gave up and opened for his invader. With a half dozen bounces, I was fully taken by his cock. Robert grabbed me under the knees and James carefully released his hold on me. God! What a sight it had to be, my back to Robert with his cock fully embedded in my ass, the front of my body and spread cunt openly displayed. Robert walked me to Mr. W who eagerly began playing with my open cunt and clit. James moved in to join in the fun by sucking my nipples, all the while Robert bounced me on his cock. I exploded into another orgasm, but Robert wasn’t nearly ready.My body was on fire with the cock still thrusting into my asshole, though the fingers and lips had disappeared. Opening my eyes, I gasped and protested. Not only on the road, but in the middle of the intersection, the two streetlights shining on our naked fucking bodies. He turned us in a slow rotation to face down each of the intersecting roading. In all directions, it was pitch black. I sighed … disappointment? Did I perversely want to be seen?Robert seemed to sense it in me, “Disappointed there are no lights anywhere out there? Disappointed your naked, obscenely displayed body won’t be seen? Imagining a mature couple in the car stopped at the stop sign while your ass is fucked?”I wasn’t sure I was really wanting that, but the imagery was apparently all either of us needed as I felt his cock twitch inside my tight sleeve and my fingers somehow found themselves inserted in my cunt, my thumb rubbing my clit. He raised me up until all I could feel inside me was the head of his cock. Then he dropped me, catching me at the bottom of the drop, but the impact sent us both into orgasm on top of each other. I could feel even his body shaking but his strength and body control has always been amazing to me. He slowly lowered himself to the road surface and dropped onto his butt, this additional impact drove his cock back deep into me and spiked my orgasm further.It was minutes when my eyes fluttered open to find Mr. W and James, both still naked, standing over us. Mr. W put out his hands to me to pull me up telling us there were headlights coming our way. Roberts cock pulled out of my ass and audibly slapped onto his abdomen. James helped Robert up and we all stumbled back to the car laughing.We didn’t make it back to the car to hide. The car stopped at the sign, stayed in place for a moment too long for a routine stop, then eased into our direction and the brights were turned on fully illuminating us. Rather than trying to hide at this point, we stopped and waved, though Mr. W did duck behind James.It didn’t turn out to be a mature couple, after all. The windows of the car went down and three teenage boys leaned out whooping and whistling.Mr. W sobered up to the situation faster than the rest of us, “Thank goodness it wasn’t the Sheriff.” * * CHAPTER 6: BDSM ORDEAL will follow * * Thanks for reading.

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