13th June 2012
As soon as I walked into the room I knew the decision had been made. I had only been gone what seemed like a matter of minutes but in that time everyone had taken their seats and he was waiting for me by the door as I entered. The room was filled with shadows and darkness, the only light was focused on bed in the centre of the room. I had helped him set it up like this earlier in the day and we had joked about who would end up on the bed. I had never dreamt it would be me, but now I realised that maybe I had not really been paying enough attention.
He had told me what to wear, actually he had told me what not to wear; “No underwear at all, not even a bra” had been his parting shot to me as I went to get ready. I had chosen the blue/green dress for the simple reason that it fit perfectly across my bust, making the absence of a bra less of an issue and my plain black boots instead of heels because I knew, or thought I knew, that I was going to be on my feet for most of the evening.
I could feel the warmth of his hand on the small of my back as he guided me towards the pool of light in the centre of the room. Reaching around me he lifted the front of my dress up over my head before letting it fall in a twisted heap down my back. From the front I was completely naked now apart from the boots and the dress twisted around my arms. I knew all the eyes in the room where trained on me, I couldn’t see them clearly but I could feel them, staring, and the hot flush of embarrassment filled my face as he slowly turned me round, showing me off to the whole room.
I wanted to bury my face in his chest and hide my nakedness in the protection of his arms as he finally bought me to a halt in front of him. Instead I stood, eyes down cast, shivering, waiting, wishing it wasn’t me and yet at the same time trying desperately to get the dull aching pulse of need that was coursing through my cunt under control.
With gentle but firm hands he lay me down on the bed and then to my abject horror took each of my legs in turn and positioned them in such as way as to show off my cunt to the watching eyes. Then handing me a long thin vibrator he leaned over and whispered into my ear; “Now make yourself cum slut, it is your job to get this party going and they all picked you when I asked who they wanted to see up here on the bed first. So now you will perform for them and for me. Oh and best make it good or else I will have to let them get their reward from you in some other way…”
His words still echoed in my ears as he stepped back into the shadows. For a moment there was total silence, in fact it was so quiet that for a moment it would have been easy to believe I was completely alone but then I heard someone shift in their seat, there was a rustle of clothes and movement around me and I realised that some of the people where trying to find a different spot in the room that would afford them a better view of my wide open legs.
Still I hesitated, I felt so exposed and vulnerable, the shame of my spread legs making my heart race and my thighs twitch as I struggled against the urge to snap them shut. My mind kept jumping from his words, the thought of these people seeing me, the deepening ache between my thighs and… “We are waiting, remember what I said Slut” His voice seemed to act like a soothing hand on my brow, calming my nerves and focusing my thoughts. Suddenly the room was filled with the low gentle hum of the vibrator in my hand and closing my eyes I let it trail down over my stomach and lay it across the damp folds of my cunt.
The sensation is intense and immediately I can feel the muscles of my cunt spasm in response. As the waves of pleasure start to ripple through my abdomen all thoughts of hiding are gone. I am performing for him, as he has asked me to do. In my mind I can see his hands on my thighs as he parts my legs for the people to get a better view and in response I spread them myself, wider, more open, wanting to be seen, inviting them in to look but in the dark recess of my mind I can’t help but image what it would feel like for them to be taking more than a look.
Hands reaching out to me, a flutter of fingers across one breast, others dance down across my belly and into the heat of my cunt. Firmly grasping my thighs they lift my knees up to make me more open. More and more fingers join in, probing and touching, scratching and exploring, filling my mouth, my cunt and my arse at the same time driving all inhibitions from me and making me forget where I am or even who I am as they push me on harder and faster towards my orgasm.
I cry out as I cum, filling the quiet room with my voice as the hands consume me and feast on my flesh. I lay there, legs spread, head thrown back, my chest rising and falling as I draw in deep breaths of air and savour the slow dying of my orgasm.
Ps… This is my version of this weeks prompt for Wicked Wednesday which based on a painting by Robert Lenkiewicz called ‘Woman Masturbating’ To see the original painting and who else is joining in with this weeks Wicked Wednesday click the icon below