N. Garden party on Saturday at my place. Starts at 2 pm, dress for polite society! V.
Just seventeen words, nothing to cause excitement by the casual reader, just an invitation from one friend to another. The casual reader couldn’t have been more wrong. This was not an invitation it was a summons.
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.
The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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- This story ist part of the Used and Abused Tournament
- It competes against Nobody in the QF-2 match
- Theme: Afternoon delight
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The Party
The message from Victoria had been exemplary in brevity and clarity. It had simply read.
N. Garden party on Saturday at my place. Starts at 2 pm, dress for polite society! V.
Just seventeen words, nothing to cause excitement by the casual reader, just an invitation from one friend to another. The casual reader couldn’t have been more wrong. This was not an invitation it was a summons.
So at one minute before 2 she walked up the path towards the front door, her heels making clicking noises on the cobblestones. She wore a simple dark blue summer dress, that hugged her figure, without being revealing, her blond hair tamed with some clips falling freely over her naked shoulders. Just as she reached out for the doorbell, the door opened for her, and she looked at the face of Waters. The man was immediately recognizable as the quintessential butler. And while there might be no gentleman to serve here, this gentleman’s gentleman was fiercely devoted to Victoria. Seeing and hearing only what was required of him to fulfill his duties, while remaining blind and deaf to everything else.
“Good afternoon, Miss. Very glad to be welcoming again. Please step in.” He bowed and let her enter.
“Good afternoon Waters, I hope you hadn’t to wait for me?’
“Not at all Miss, you are right on time. Would you please follow me? Miss Victoria asked me to bring you to the small salon upon your arrival.”
She wasn’t surprised at this, it didn’t pay to be surprised at Victoria’s sudden whims. All would be revealed soon enough.
True enough as she entered the small salon, not to be mistaken with the formal salon, she found the cozy little room to be deserted there. On the table there was an antique serving tray complete with silver dome, and an envelope with a large capital N on it. She sighed seeing it. Whenever she entered a place owned by Victoria, she left her own name at the door and was only known as N.
Some time ago she had aired her irritation about this to Victoria, an experience she now thought back with some shuddering. Victoria had dealt with the irritation in a very direct manner, causing the blood flow to her backside to increase rapidly. Afterward she had been told, that she hadn’t earned more of a name yet.
“I trust you will find anything you require” Waters said leaving, giving her the room in privacy.
“Thank you Waters, I trust so too.”
N was beginning to wonder what this party was going to be. The instruction to dress for polite society, had caused her to wear more than just a raincoat and stockings. Victoria’s parties could be high tea with discussions about philosophy and poetry, or wild orgies, with N being busy taking cock or eating pussy, sometimes both at the same time. Well it was time to find out what this one had to offer.
She opened the envelope. The message was again short.
N. Open the tray, you’ll find what you need. I trust I don’t need to draw you a picture on where this goes.
This message was not signed with the imperious V. This was an order and nobody gave orders in this house but Victoria. So N lifted the lid of the tray and found a bright pink piece of plastic, in size and shape similar to a small chicken egg, except for longish tail, that gave the contraption the look of a stylized sperm.
“Up yours too Victoria” she thought as she knew perfectly well where this was supposed to go.
The little egg was a remote-controlled vibrator to be worn inside the body. As there had been no lubricant provided on the tray N presumed that she was allowed to wear it in the more comfortable option. She took the egg into her mouth, grimacing at the plastic taste, and coated it with a thick layer of saliva. Raised the hem of her dress up and pulled the hem of her lace trimmed panties down. One did simply not come with boring underwear to one of Victoria’s parties. It was either high class or nothing at all, but boring would be a punishable offense. The salvia coated vibrator, slid smoothly between the folds of her sex with a little plop sound. The tail followed the natural curve of her body and came to rest right on her clitoris. She readjusted her underwear and dropped the hem of her dress, took a deep breath. N was ready to see Victoria, beginning to have a vague idea on how the rest of the afternoon may shape up.
She followed the well known path to the garden. The party was in full swing with a surprisingly large number of people were busy chatting and nipping at drinks. Like herself those men and women were well-dressed, and appeared to be part of Victoria’s high-society crowd. Not that appearances were all that good of an indicator, her own outfit was giving the impression of more affluence than her bank account could back up.
Victoria was standing on the terrace, overseeing the shenanigans on her lawn, like a proud circus director his menagerie. A comparison that felt oddly appropriate. Victoria loved to own and control people. The casual observer would have called her elegant dress black, but every time the light just glance of it, there was a flash of crimson. N walked towards her, trying to walk as normally and casually as it was possible for her. They went through the usual routine of hugs and kissing each other on the cheeks.
“I assume you are wearing it.” Victoria whispered into her ear.
It was a statement not a question. Victoria was certain that her orders would always be carried out to the letter.
“Naturally. Mind telling me what this is all about?”
“Oh I thought of having an afternoon full of delight.”
“By having me walk around with that thing in me?”
Victoria’s face fell, then she smiled and grabbed her phone typing a short command into an app.
All of a sudden the vibrator inside N began to vibrate, and doing what it was built for. There was a rush of pleasure spreading from her abdomen throughout her body and she gasped for air.
“Ups” Victoria didn’t sound overly perturbed “Looks like there were already some impulses queued up.”
The vibration came to a stop and N caught her breath.
“What do you mean by queued up, didn’t you just send this?”
“Of course not. I gave some of my other guests the code to the app.”
There was another short buzz of the vibrator lasting for five seconds.
“You did what?” N gasped.
Victoria’s grin was malicious “I gave the code to some of my other guests. They also are told, that if they can find the slut with the dripping twat, they can have all the fun they want.”
“What?”
“No holes barred. So you might want to keep those expressions of delight to a minimum.”
“Have you lost your bloody mind? All they need to do is keep their fat thumb on the send button and blast me endlessly.”
As if to underscore her point another pulse hit her.
“What would the fun in that. Every user can only add a five-second impulse, on the lowest setting, and then has to wait a full minute before getting another pulse. So you have a fair chance of evading detection.”
N nodded gratefully
“But I must say I don’t much care for that tone from you. So I’m letting you know right now, if you don’t play this by my rules. I can change the settings at any time. And as entertaining as it would be to see you collapsing onto the ground in throws of orgasm, it’s not the kind of spectacle I want to have at my party. Have I made myself clear.”
“Yes Lady Victoria.” N was dejected.
Another set of impulses hit the device and N gasped as it didn’t stop after five seconds, but seemed to run twice as long.
“Looks like the boys are getting anxious to meet you. Here are the rules for the afternoon, you will mingle with the other guests having a good time. No hiding in the bathroom. If you don’t get caught in the next 2 hours, you are good to go.”
“And if I get caught?”
“Well, to put not a too delicate point on it, then you are fucked.” She looked at N frowning “Don’t pretend to me that you don’t crave cock, when those juices get flowing. It’s usually all you can think of, once you get horny. Just don’t lose on purpose, I will be cross, if you end up full of cum.”
She waved her hand in dismissal, for Victoria this conversation was over.
As she had been told to mingle, she mingled, trying her utmost to ignore the bursts of activity her unwanted companion engaged in. Like flashes of lightning it suddenly intruded in her composure. Intellectually she was aghast of the situation, yet she also felt her body responding to it, her lips clenching tightly around the vibrating lead, that extended outside of her body, almost but not yet touching her most sensitive spot. She could feel the blood rushing into her nethers, her clitoris hardening in response to the stimulus, not wanting to be excluded. Stretching it’s hardened head outwards, towards the ever so pleasant sensation.
She helped herself to a cocktail provided by a passing waiter, always hoping she could explain her beginning blush with the effects of the alcohol. The flashes still occurred infrequently, not to many of Victoria’s friends playing yet. But every flash, did cost her. Composure, the famous stiff upper lip, all those things were much harder to come by when your other lips were not swollen and pounding, slowly leaking moisture into her panties.
Moving her head around constantly she looked around for the people controlling those flashes, those were to be avoided, as they were the enemy. She was surprised how many people were busy looking at their phones. This kind of behavior would have been unheard of 20 years ago. Then people were talking with each other, men trying to get into women’s panties. Women choosing if they liked enough what they saw to allow it to happen. N smiled at the memory, those had been good times, she had become quite a connoisseur in cocks in those days, long ones or sturdy thick ones. She simply liked them, and whenever she got excited, there was an itch, that could not be scratched simply by a skillful tongue, or an agile finger. Three flashes hit in quick succession, and while N fought for nonchalance, she also realized that the pack hunting her had grown by another hound. A fourth flash hitting her unprepared as the tingling of the previous assault. A renewed rush of pleasure coursed through her body and caused her step to falter for a moment and she fell. Suddenly a pair of strong arms grabbed her by the waist and arm, catching her before she could hit the ground.
“Careful, that dress is to pretty for getting grass stains into it.”
The voice was a deep baritone, N looked up to the man who had arrested her fall. He was in his late thirties or early forties. Dark brown hair, strong chin, and a wide chest that gave rise to the deep voice. His gray eyes looked with concern at her.
“Grass stains can be worth the experience, but I appreciate your help Mister?”
“Bond, James Bond”
“You must be fucking kidding.”
His smile grew wide
“I am, but the look on your face was totally worth it. The name is actually Paul Terry, but whenever I put on one of those monkey suits I wanted to introduce myself like that, especially to a pretty young lady. Miss?”
“I’m very tempted to reply with Trench, Sylvia Trench, but you can call me N.”
“Anne? Such a pretty name, very glad to make your acquaintance.”
She didn’t correct him on the name, and thought to herself that Paul wasn’t a bad looking man, just as another series of flashes ravaged her body. She felt her sex contracting, pulling all tight around the vibrating intruder, and a very short moan escaped her lips.
Paul who still stood very close to her after helping her to gain her feet again was immediately concerned.
“Anne is everything alright? Did you hurt your foot or anything?”
“No … everything is ok … just a momentary discomfort.” N blushed, thinking of the heavy transformations her body was currently undergoing. The stiff nipples rubbing against the silk of her dress. Her vagina producing copious amounts of natural secretions, readily soaked up by her panties.
She saw Paul’s nostrils flaring. She needed to get away from him, before she wouldn’t be able to hide what was going on. It didn’t help that she really liked what she saw. The broad shoulder and deep voice appealed to her, and she wondered what he might look naked.
N rapidly shook her head to clear her mind. This was not her brain doing the thinking but her loins. Victoria had selected her for this afternoon’s entertainment, she wanted to observe her struggle, and not throw herself at the first man. Even such a respectable and impressive specimen.
“I’d love to talk a bit more, but Victoria, had asked me to make the rounds and see that the guests are all entertained.”
“So if I expressed my dissatisfaction with the entertainment to our hostess you would stay longer with me?” His smile robbed the words their sting.
“Are you dissatisfied?”
“If I had to watch you walk away, most certainly.”
“I have been assured that this isn’t my worst view”
“Have you indeed, why don’t you give me a twirl.”
N laughed and coquettishly did a pirouette, that would have been even more natural if not another flash had made itself known.
“Miss, I have the pleasure of informing you, that you were told correctly your backside is almost as lovely as seeing you from the front.”
“Well thank you kind sir, but I really need to leave now.”
“Would you give me your phone number, so I can get hold of you?”
N gave him the number she gave every man, asking for her number. They might not get lucky, but had the chance for the best pizza in town.
“Let’s see if I got your number down right.” Paul pressed a button on the screen.
At exactly the same instant another flash hit her tender sex, and she turned her eyes inwards.
His smile grew wolfish “Looks like I have your number exactly. I didn’t believe V would be going through with this. But here you are, am I the first one to catch you?”
N looked taken aback by the transformation of the open friendly face, into the hard calculating visage with the lusting gray eyes. She nodded in reply to his question.
“Well in that case, you will stay right here with me.” He pulled her close to him and planted a kiss onto her lips. She felt her breasts pressed against his chest and her lips opening to his tongue, taking possession of her mouth.
Shielded by their bodies, he placed a hand on her thigh, letting it slide upwards under her dress. N knew he was feeling her heat and wetness.
“I would ask if you’d fancy a fuck, but I can feel that you are already a wet mess.”
He let his hand slide over her crotch, before removing it and in a gesture of false tenderness let his fingers trail over her cheek, to her nose, leaving a thin trace of her own musk on her skin.
“Yes sir.”
“Let’s have a little walk, I would like to be away from prying eyes for a while. That pavilion over there looks remote enough.”
“Victoria asked me to stay within sight.” N protested.
“Victoria said there were bitches for the taking. I guess that means you.” He took her arm, in a firm grip and directed her towards his destination. Not with any real force, but not allowing any dissent either.
No sooner had they reached the secludedness of the garden pavilion, as his demeanor grew even more forceful. He backed her into a corner and began to touch her breasts. N didn’t fight him, as she had been told by Victoria what to expect when caught. Her run as the prey was over, and the predator had won. It didn’t take long for him to figure out how to free her breasts and started to maul and kiss them. Men and naked boobs were like boys with new toys she always had thought. Neither could tear their attention away from them. At least not until they had their fill and moved on to the next.
Paul’s hand moved under her dress pushing the wet rag that were her panties down to her knees. Grabbing the pink line protruding from her sex and pulled. With a wet plop the toy came out of her. He held it up for inspection before moving it to her face.
“Would not be hygienic to let this lie in the dirt. Open up, I have no need for your mouth right now anyhow. Or would you prefer me pushing it up into your backup hole?”
The smile on her face told her he just waited her to dare him. Without a word she opened her mouth and accepted the device. It tasted salty and tangy and absolutely unmistakably like herself.
Paul returned with the exploration of her sex. Giving her the hem of her dress to hold, so he could see everything. Commenting on the neatly trimmed narrow triangle of blonde curls.
“I thought professional hostesses kept themselves shaved. One never stops to learn.”
It stung her self-esteem that he thought her to be a hooker, but what else was he to think about a woman that was offered as the entertainment. Her subservience to Victoria wasn’t based on money, but on lust and the need to belong.
He flipped her around, her naked breasts pressing against the wall of the Pavilion. Her panties had fallen onto the ground, and she stepped out of them just in time, before he was kicking her feet further apart, bending her forwards. She heard the sound of his zipper, the rustling of cloth. And the sudden hot hardness pressing against her labia.
“I don’t think we need to spend time on foreplay. You are wet like a bitch in heat.”
Without concern her pressed forward.
The entire experience was degrading and humiliating, yet N shivered with anticipation as her folds opened to engulf the width of his cock. This was something worth having, a real man’s cock, something with heft to it. She felt her sex stretching to accommodate him, and there was so much get inside her. She groaned in satisfaction as she finally felt his balls hitting her entrance. He began to fuck her, not hard and fast, but in slow measured strokes. Her own blood filled lips, felt every ridge and vein as he slid in and out of her. Seeking not her pleasure but solely his satisfaction, prolonging the experience for his own enjoyment. N could feel that he knew what he was doing, and a man like this could make for an unforgettable night. She felt him picking up speed, and tensing up, before his relief came. They had not talked about protection, and he clearly had not bothered about it, as she felt her insides being flooded by his hot cum.
When he pulled out off her, she could feel their mingled bodily fluids running down her leg. He turned her back towards him and guided her to her knees. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what he wanted, as her face ended on the same level as his semi flaccid member. But a perverse curiosity forced her to wait for him to articulate his wishes.
“Can you see the mess you made? Clean it up.”
N nodded, and pushed the vibe out of her mouth and nestled it between her thighs, were it kept humming ineffectively. Her lips slightly parted. This was the kind of thick, juicy cock, her heart desired.
She began teasing the head, slow circling motions, around the purple knob. Working herself further down, until she could engulf it with her lips. Allowing her tongue to explore the shaft as she went further.
N knew she had good oral skills, but she also wondered how long she would be allowed to tease him like this. She could give him a tongue bath he would never forget, but if she worked to slowly, she fully expected him to take things into his own hands. And that thing would be the back of her head. N was no novice to deep throating, but only on her own terms, not while being face fucked.
So far, she knew, he was pleased with her efforts, as the flaccidity of his cock was rapidly vanishing, and she was dealing again with the sturdy battering ram, that had so recently rearranged her innards.
“Now that is a good girl.” He coaxed.
She didn’t reply as, her mom had repeatedly told her not to speak with her mouth full. And it was very full at the moment. Yet she tried to get another inch of manhood into it, beginning to struggle.
Paul evidently noticing the struggle decided to assist, and laid his hand on her head.
“Oh please not know” shot through her head and she pressed on.
But Paul moved her head backwards, withdrawing from her mouth.
“Balls !” was the only thing he said.
N sighed and slid underneath his cock taking both of his balls into her mouth sucking and cleaning them with her tongue. This caused his erect cock to lie on her upturned face.
The absurdity of her situation came to her mind here she was on her knees, tits out sucking a man’s balls, while his cock obscured half of her face. And the bastard was grinning like a child getting a special treat.
With her tongue in close communication with his testicles, she felt the next eruption to be imminent and let go of his balls and went back to sucking him. Swallowing cum was perhaps not demanded of her, but she would have to get back out there, and cum on her face, breasts or dress would be a social faux pas, so would be semen in her hair. So for social grace she soldiered on and took the three blasts of his cum and swallowed it.
He pulled up his pants and left her on the floor of the pavilion. She thought that Victoria had specifically instructed her not to get caught. So she would be punished. A wicked smile played around her lips. The after party promised to be equally interesting than the one this afternoon.
The End.
