Annie had thought about her actions for quite some time and it was with a little regret and a lot of anticipation that she took Dan up on his offer of showing her the ropes, as he put it. She knew that he didn’t actually mean ropes per se, but she hoped that he did.
Annie was open to suggestions, as many suggestions as Dan could propose in the intervening seventy-two hours that she had available to her; the time between her husband going away on a business trip and coming home. He was going to be away for longer and she left herself a good twelve hours free time to play with, just in case. She, more than anyone, knew how flights could be rearranged and she didn’t want to be caught out.
Dan and Annie had met through an internet group; he was much older, at just under twice her age. Annie was the sexy young woman that wanted to get rid of her less than vanilla sex life once and for all. Her husband only seemed to have sex on his terms, despite her constant purchases of sexy lingerie, underwear and play costumes. He paid little attention to her sexual needs and often left her unsatisfied and craving for more.
Annie had had enough, and that was when she informed Dan that she would have around seventy two hours for him to teach her some lessons that wouldn’t leave her wanting. In an email exchange she asked Dan whether he would be up for it. His reply was written all over his face and reflected in the email by return.
ooOoo
Annie kissed her husband on the cheek and wished him a safe trip. He was travelling from London at eight in the morning, landing in New York only three and a half hours later.
As soon as the door was closed she let out a big sigh; one of relief coupled with intense anticipation of what she was about to embark upon. She wandered through to the bedroom and looked at herself in the full length mirror; her drab day clothes were about to change, she thought, and for the better. Annie closed her eyes at the thought of what Dan would have in store for her.
Annie had taken the next four days off work, three to enjoy herself and one to recover. She hoped that she would need the recovery time. Even though her time with Dan would not start until six that same evening, she stripped naked and started to put on her favourite sexy outfit. This would be her first forage into the new and sexy world that was about to open up for her. She admired herself in the mirror and then took some selfies. She immediately uploaded them to an email that she sent to Dan.
‘I’m ready and waiting. Can you see how excited I look? I can’t wait!’
She had to wait three hours for the reply from him and in that time she had fondled her breasts, pinched her nipples, fed her vibrator up her pussy and brought herself off to a wonderful orgasm; though she hated self-induced orgasms, but this one felt different. This one had a purpose. She took the call from her husband to announce that he had arrived safely, but she knew, deep down that she wouldn’t be taking any more that evening. Mobile signals were atrocious where they lived, even in London, and she would be out with friends, buried deep in some stone walled restaurant or bar. Well, that’s what she told her husband anyway.
Strange as it may seem, Annie and Dan had never met; only exchanged pictures and the occasional naughty image through emails. In fact, Annie exchanged quite a few naughty images because it made her feel appreciated and Dan was very much the sort that enjoyed them.
At six thirty precisely, Annie answered the doorbell. As she opened the door she felt a strange swell overwhelm her and her whole body language changed. She became a voluptuous, wanton sexy woman and one that would relish being swept away into the night. Facing her, was a thirty-something man, clean shaven, hair black as the night and slicked backwards.
“You’re not Dan?”
“Greg, taxi driver,” he offered his hand to her and she shook it.
Annie felt a little let down, but then what did she expect from someone who always kept their online conversations a little cagey. Annie endured the silent ride into the London night and ended up being dropped outside Shiraz; a photographic studio on the outskirts of London. She was ushered inside by Greg, who immediately said goodnight and wished her a good evening.
Annie was about to knock on the door when a man appeared and motioned for her to come inside.
“Apparently, I’m picking you up at eleven thirty,” shouted Greg, before he left her in the capable hands of the photographer.
Annie took in the photographers facial details and was once more disappointed that it was not Dan.
“And you are?”
“Steve, I have a few letters for you that I have to give to you through the course of the night,” he said, offering Annie the first of three that she could see in his hands. She opened it and read it. It was a simple instruction and she was to partake in a photo shoot, with all the outfits provided for her starting with the sublime and working up to the more risky. She was told to go as far as she felt comfortable.
Five and half hours for a photo shoot, thought Annie. It seemed a bit long.
As Annie walked into the studio she couldn’t help but notice that one wall was covered with shutters and that the whole area was peppered with lighting rigs, soft boxes, and umbrella reflectors. There were three wide expanses of the backdrop to choose from and she was quickly ushered into the changing rooms.
She was helped into the outfits by two younger women before being shown to the main studio.
Annie was in her element with only one photographer taking the pictures. She thought he was lush, to say the least, but he wasn’t Dan. The conversation flowed between them, warming up as the evening went on, and bringing out the best in Annie. A change of costume left her with a little less on than previous but she relished in the task. The skirt was shorter and the top was far more revealing.
The next outfit saw a change in direction; lingerie. It was sheer from the waist down, but the brazier was floral and lacy. Annie would have died to own it. The poses became more risky. She found herself bending over and pushing her breasts up to meet the camera. She even managed a sexy wink to Steve.
The whole raunchy act was having a profound effect on Annie and she noticed that the photographer’s jeans also sported a sizeable bulge.
It was at the end of this photo shoot that she was presented with the second letter.
‘You’re still here and reading the next instruction. I knew you would be. You’re about to go from fashion to pornography. I’m looking forward to this.’
At the end of reading the letter, Annie looked around her to see if Dan was anywhere near. She sighed when all she saw was Jenny ushering her into the changing room. The resulting outfits changed a lot. Stockings were added along with high heels, crotchless knickers made their appearance and parted so that her pussy lips showed through, and basques and underwired bras finished off her sexy outfits. Annie’s poses became more open. She found herself pinching her nipples and parting her sex lips with her finger; pouting at the camera or touching her upper lip with her tongue seemed to be the obligatory pose.
The photographer was marvellous and directed her like a true professional; despite his hard on showing through, but perhaps that was just an occupational hazard for him, she thought.
The next set of clothes turned Annie on even more; delicate string like garments hardly covering her at all, highly ornate, jewel encrusted clamps were placed over her nipples, her knickers sported a string of pearls that sat flush inside her sex lips. Annie posed for the photographs, and was directed by the photographer just like before, but her mind was on sex and how good she felt about herself wearing all these lovely clothes. Even Jenny and Amy, her helpers, commented on how good she looked.
It was true, Annie felt amazing and the clothes made her feel sexy and wanton. The whole situation brought out the best and worst in her.
The next letter was handed to her just after she had changed into some leather bondage gear. Jenny told her that she needed to read the letter before she completed the outfit.
‘I’m impressed, you’ve made it through to the final round. BDSM and bondage is next with a twist. Are you ready for it? Back out now if you want to, otherwise you will be here to the end.’
Annie nodded her approval to Jenny and the clamps and ties were set about her wrists. She was taken to the main studio where a tall framework was placed before the backdrop. Her hands were lifted and tied onto the frame. Annie balanced on tip toes, her hold up stockings and the braided chainmail around her neck that wrapped across her shoulders and waist was all she wore. Thin chains dangled down over and between her cleavage. The blindfold was the last item to be placed on her.
The room went dark, she could hear motors whirr and she was assured by Steve that he was arranging the studio, which in all truthfulness, he was. He started taking the photos and directing Annie to try and pose with her body as much as she could.
“Are you finding it difficult to pose?” asked Steve.
Annie nodded. “Yes, not much purchase on the floor with these heels,” she replied.
Annie felt like she had no control over how she looked or how she posed. She suddenly felt hands on her bottom then over her thighs, she was lifted into the air by more than one pair of hands and they didn’t belong to the girls helping her. A mouth clamped down over her left nipple and she nearly lost control as she felt it being sucked inside a warm mouth, the right nipple was not far behind. Hands stroked her inner thighs, but not the ones holding her up.
She was conscious of the clicking of a camera but she couldn’t concentrate on the pictures. Her sex was being played with and she wanted to feel more.
Without asking to be put down, she was lowered so that her heels teetered on the brink of collapse. Her blindfold removed. Annie eyes feasted on a sea of cock. There must have been ten maybe more men of all ages and all shapes and sizes looking at her as she hung from the frame. Her nipples ached to be sucked some more. Her pussy dripped onto the floor and she found herself looking from one willy to the next.
Annie felt empowered and helpless all at the same time. She didn’t care about the men looking at her next to naked body, she didn’t care that they were leering at her, touching and fondling her. She wanted them to; badly.
A fourth letter was placed in front of her.
‘Choose one to fuck you, choose carefully though.’
Annie was unsure about her next step. She pulled on the ties holding her in place but they didn’t move an inch. Was she going to allow one of these guys to fuck her? Where was Dan? Why wasn’t he here?
“The tall guy with the brown hair, little bit of a beard and tattoo on his left arm,” she announced. It just came out of her mouth with little thought for the consequences.
The other men slowly lowered their heads and walked back towards the shutters. Annie saw them being closed and then looked back at the guy she had chosen as he walked towards her. His hand speared between her thighs and rose quickly to stroke at her sex. Annie let out a loud groan as the camera’s clicking continued. His other hand cupped her beautiful large breast and he sucked her nipple into his mouth before rounding it with his tongue.
He suddenly squatted on the floor in front of her; his hands coming up under her thighs which he lifted; splaying her legs either side of her body. His mouth descended onto her pussy and his tongue pushed inside her as she hung there on the ropes.
Annie climaxed within one minute of being licked. Her body shook and bounced on his hands as she wriggled before his face. Her juices soaked his beard but he continued licking until she had calmed down a little. He slowly lowered her legs.
Annie’s arms ached from the unaccustomed pulling that she was unused to. She slumped as her heels touched the floor. Yet, her eyes widened when he stood up and presented his sizeable cock to her stare. He once more lifted her legs and her body, positioned his cock at her entrance and let it nestle there before dropping her onto it. Annie quickly recovered and after letting out a loud groan lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He held on to them tightly as he fucked her to her second orgasm.
All the while, the camera clicked away. Images were being taken as evidence of Annie’s first night out.
Annie came three times with his cock inside her before he was forced to release his seed. Just on the edge of her fourth orgasm, he pulled out and let his spunk pool between their bodies; her legs wrapped tightly around him. Annie was weakening fast and her legs would have fallen to the floor had he not been holding them up.
Annie felt exhausted as she was released from her bonds and lowered to the floor. While gasping for air, she was handed a fifth letter which she just about managed to open.
‘I hope you enjoyed the fuck. You have earnt your rest – so until tomorrow, have a good night. Dan.’
Fuck! thought Annie. She suddenly realised that she wasn’t going to meet Dan, here, tonight. She had experiences an excellent fuck. But that wasn’t the point. Where was Dan?
Annie was placed safely into the hands of Jenny and Amy. She was shown a shower room and left to wash away the sweat of her wanton excesses. Not that she wanted to, but she had to get back in Greg’s taxi at some point, and it wouldn’t do to smell of sex. Or maybe it would.
As she left, Steve handed her a memory stick.
“All the images from tonight,” he said, “and this one,” he said, holding up a second memory stick, “is being sent to Dan, after all, he did pay for this.”
Annie smiled at him.
“Greg’s waiting outside,” he said smiling at her.
“What time is it?”
“Well, you enjoyed yourself quite a bit, it’s ten past twelve.”
Annie closed her eyes as was ushered out of Shiraz by Steve and Jenny and ushered into the taxi by Greg.
Jenny turned to Steve as they left and mentioned how horny the session was to which Steve replied that he couldn’t have gone on much longer with his cock so hard. Jenny turned him around and closed the door. It was anyone’s guess what happened next.
Greg was the best taxi driver ever; depositing Annie at her house in next to no time. She clambered up the stairs and slowly stripped out of her clothes; ready for bed. She switched the laptop on and found an email from Dan. She quickly opened it and saw an image of her; her face displaying a scene of orgasmic bliss, her legs wide and her pussy crammed full of pulsing cock. The moment of orgasm captured in its entirety.
She grinned and replied quickly to his email. It wasn’t all that polite by the time she got to the end of it. All sorts of questions were asked.
Annie was exhausted by the time she climbed into bed, she never even looked at the clock or her phone and was dead to the world as soon as her head hit the pillows.
ooOoo
Annie surfaced at eleven thirty the following morning, she had missed the phone call from her husband and decided to send him a quick text message. She went through a mild phase of guilt before she decided to shower and switch on her laptop. There was a message from Dan.
‘Tonight you will be picked up and driven to the London Exchange, it’s a new club that’s opened for people just like you. I think you’ll love it. Be ready by seven and wear anything sexy underneath a normal coat. I think Greg’s picking you up again.’
Annie smiled to herself, she had almost seven hours to herself, what could a girl do in that time. She mentally subtracted the three hours for getting ready, one hour to do her hair and get dressed, after all, she wasn’t going to wear much, and that left a cool three hours to go out shopping and get some lunch.
The day whizzed by and by six thirty, Annie was hovering around the window looking for a taxi cab to pull up. The doorbell rang, which surprised her.
When she opened it, Greg stood in the doorway.
“Where’s the cab?”
“We’re up market tonight,” he replied, “Mercedes, no less.”
Annie walked into the cold night air with very little to protect her other than the trench coat that she wore. Her dark hair was braided and platted into a single pony tail that had taken her ages to get right. Her red lipsticks and fingernails sparkled under the yellow street lights. Greg held the door open for her to get in. The almost silent ride was punctuated by a few questions, mostly coming from Annie but Greg’s answers were short and sweet and he gave nothing away.
The car pulled up outside the London Exchange and once more the door was opened for Annie to alight. She strode into the club, bold as brass, this time taking note of every older chap that she passed. She was confronted by a leather-clad receptionist sitting behind a desk and operating a computer.
“I’m Annie, I think you have a booking for me?”
The receptionist punched a few keys on her computer and started to shake her head before the penny dropped.
“Hi, you’re Annie, Dan’s friend,” replied Helena.
“Yes, is he expecting me?”
“No, but Eve and Angela are, he’s booked you in for the Slick and Click option.”
“Slick and Click?”
“I think you’ll love it,” she said, grinning and nodding her head enthusiastically.
With that Helena handed over Annie to Eve and Angela, two beautiful full breasted blondes with smiles to die for. Annie was led away to a room in the back of the building.
The room was soundproofed, something that Annie didn’t pick up on as she walked into it. As soon as the door was closed both girls sidled up to her. One took her coat and the other let out an audible gasp of approval as to what she had chosen to wear; very little, as it turned out.
Annie had squashed her ample torso into a tight fitting basque that was accompanied by a very nice lacy pair of knickers. No stockings to go with the heels that she wore. She relished the smile on Angela’s face as she looked into her eyes. Eve nodded her head from behind her as she walked back after depositing her coat on the hook behind the door.
Eve’s hands slipped inside her knickers and started to push them downwards. Her soft voice accompanied the motion. “You won’t need these at all.”
Annie gasped at the slight touch of Eve’s hand but it was Angela that let the palm of her hand glide across Annie’s burgeoning cleavage that stood atop her basque.
Annie suddenly felt aware of the all the strange looking items in the room. She felt horny with every second that passed, or maybe that was with every second that Eve’s hand stroked her lovely bottom.
Annie squirmed when Eve’s hand slipped between her thighs. Eve leant over to gain Angela’s attention.
“She’s already wet,” she told Angela.
Angela’s broad smile flashed across her face. “She’s not the only one, I mean, look what Dan has given us to play with.”
‘Play with?’ thought Annie.
Annie was led by Eve to a leather bench, two benches in fact with a leather buttress joining them. She was placed onto it with both her knees on each bench and her tummy positioned over the buttress. Her hands were secured to the base where the benches were joined. Her ankles were secured at the ends of each bench. Annie leant forward and rested her breasts on the buttress, she felt comfortable until Eve spoke.
“Slick first?”
“I think so,” replied Angela.
Angela’s hand smoothed away the wrinkles on Annie’s bottom made by her trench coat. Her finger found her wet slit and easily slipped inside. She let it circle there before eventually removing it.
“What is Slick?” asked Annie.
“It’s two things, not one,” replied Eve.
“I do one thing to you,” interjected Angela, “and Eve does the other. Then we swap and do Click.”