Sorority – part 7

by Autumn Seave

It was mid-afternoon before the girls came for me again. I was standing in front of the mirror admiring the way the oil glistened on my body. My skin was a light honey brown from visits to the tanning beds. My nipples were soft and flat now but I knew that they moment you touched them they’d turn into the hardened points that you loved to torment. The curves of my waist and hips were soft and gently tapered off into pillowy moons of thighs. Once I was embarrassed about all the curves and soft spots on my body. I worked out for hours in vain, trying to turn my body into that of the hard, boyish super-models in the magazines. Thanks to you, I had come to realize that my natural curves were just as beautiful and I’d stopped beating myself up over it. I still worked out at the gym, but now I ate a balanced diet instead of trying to starve myself skinny and I had time for other thing besides working out. I had time to play with my sisters and time for fucking you.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. I was expecting it to be a couple of my sisters, here to bring me to you. But today you came for me yourself. You wore a simple black silk robe, under which I was sure there was nothing.

“You look beautiful,” you said as you came up behind me. Standing behind me and facing the mirror, you began to run the tips of your fingers over my glistening skin.

After a moment you asked me, “Have you been looking forward to tonight?”

“Of course my love.”

“And are you curious as to what events tonight will hold or has one of your less discreet sisters let my plans slip?”

“No one has said a thing to me. And, yes, it is driving me crazy trying to figure it out!”

Just as I’d anticipated, my nipples became erect as your palms grazed over them. You were barely even touching me but it sent tingles of excitement through my body that I knew were just a teaser of what was to come.

“What I have planned for tonight is just for you. Your birthday is a special occasion and I want this to be a day you’ll never forget.”

My eyes were closed as I listed to the deep hum of your voice. Your fingers continued to trace trails of electricity over my skin. As you continued to talk, it had an almost hypnotizing effect on me. I only slightly noticed as you slipped a leather blindfold over my eyes.

You moved to the front of my body and began to pay more attention to my breasts. Your gentle touch turned into insistent tugging and then firm pinches. I could feel the wetness between my legs growing as you teased.

When I’d grown accustomed to the firmness of the touch, you took it down, level by level, until you were back to the lightest touch. My body had begun to relax and that calm hypnotizing effect was taking over again.

All of a sudden, my body tensed as cold metal points bit into my left nipple. My back arched and I gritted my teeth. You’d never used them on me before, but I knew immediately that it was the nipple clamps that I’d fantasized about in my journal entries.

The stinging sensation was intense but not intolerable. With your voice in my ear and your gentle touch (that conveniently stayed away from my clamped nipple) the stinging sensation dulled to a subtle electric hum.

With as little warning as the first clam, the second was attached to my right nipple. Again, the fire turned my body tense with the heat that flowed through my nipple.

You soothed my body, petting me gently and kissing my belly with feather light touches. The first time your tongue flicked against one of my clamped nipples it was like a bold of lightning had struck me. I felt it in all of my erogenous zones and it spread throughout my body. Lights flashed behind my closed lids and your tongue tormented the other nipple for a moment.

The chain between the clamps was pulled taut and stayed that way. You must have attached another chain or something because I felt as if I was being pulled forward.

“Come my pet. It’s time to go.”

I had no choice but to follow you as you led me out of the room. If I didn’t keep up to you, the chain pulled more firmly at my nipples. We passed through the long hallway and into the front hall. The noises from the front hall that I’d only sub-consciously registered a moment before came to a sudden stop. I had no idea how many eyes were upon me as you slowly paraded me through the room, but I felt hands caress my body and the occasion pinch on my bottom mixed with the girlish giggles of my sisters. I was sure I’d be hearing all about how I looked tomorrow.

We moved into another hallway and down a set of stairs. This time I was listening more carefully for voices and I heard them. But these were not the sweet girlish whispers and giggles of sisters. These were deep, husky, horny male voices

.

Again, as I was pulled into the room by my nipples a hush fell over the room. The eyes I felt upon me now were not the playful but lustful eyes filled with unbridled desire.

“Welcome to your fantasy my pet,” you whispered so only I could hear.

In a louder voice, you addressed the room.

“Welcome gentlemen. Some of you have already seen the lustful desires of our little plaything. You’ve watched her please other women, have her cunt and ass filled with their fingers, yet she is still wanting.”

You turned me around and pulled down on my chains, forcing me to bend over. I was glad no one could see my face for the moment, as the heat rose to my cheeks. Bent over as I was, my labia opened naturally exposing my privates to their view.

You continued to demonstrate my wantonness to this room full of men I could not see.

“Look at how excited this slut-girl is to be exposed to your eyes.”

With only that as a warning, you shoved two fingers into my deep well of wetness.

The men in the room began to hoot and yell.

“I’ll give her what she wants.”

“Ya man, it’ll be my pleasure to give her a good fuck.”

There was silence again.

“Yes,” you agreed, “you’ll all have the pleasure of this wet cunt and her mouth as well if you choose. Only one thing is off limits. Her ass is mine and mine alone.”

You demonstrated by sliding your finger into my unsuspecting hole. My muscles clenched around your fingers in pleasure. You knew what I really wanted was to have you ram your dick up my ass as all these men watched.

With a firm smack on my ass you commanded me to stand up and turn around. Then the clamps were removed from my nipples. The sudden resurgence of blood caused a different type of burning to flow through my breasts and I gasped involuntarily. I heard a couple of snickers.

“Would you like us to make you feel good baby?”

I nodded.

“What? I can’t hear you,” you said as you pulled one nipple roughly between your fingers.

“Yes, please,” I sighed.

You led me toward the men and instructed me to go to each man and ask him to suck my tits. I could feel their eyes staring hungrily upon me but was unsure where to start. You helped me out by placing me in between two men.

With my few moments of hesitance, you smacked my ass good and hard and said, “Ask!”

I wasn’t expecting that smack and I jutted forward almost landing in one man’s lap. He caught me and helped me balance.

“Please, ask me,” he muttered softly.

I turned towards the voice.

“Will you please suck my tits?”

He wasted no time attaching himself to my right nipple. It was very sensitive from being clamped earlier and the feeling of his mouth sucking at my nipple was unlike any other feeling I’d had before this.

I felt a hand at my waist and assumed it was this man at my breast at first. Then I heard another deep but soft voice say, “Ask me as well.”

I turned towards the voice and said clearly, more confident now, “Would you please suck my other tit?”

With two mouths on me, my eyes shut behind the blindfold. The heat spread through my body rapidly. When they stopped, presumably at your signal, they pushed me gently toward the next set of men.

I didn’t hesitate, but practically begged them, “Please, suck on my tits. Suck me hard.”

The rest of the men took turns suckling at my breasts until I thought I would explode. The sweet humiliation of having to ask for each man’s tongue upon my breasts had me wet with this new desire. Even more so, was the sensation of having all those eyes upon me, watching my excitement build and knowing I’d do anything, would take them all, and would love every moment of it.

You guided me down to my knees as you said, “Now, let’s show our guest how much you love to please others with your wondrous tongue?”