This is Part 4 of my story so you will have to read my previous submissions as it starts where the last one left off. Part 1: Emma’s journey to work…… Part 2: Emma’s journey to work……The Deal Part 3: Emma’s journey to work……Anya Emma x - - - - - - - I sit on our sofa watching Anya talk to my husband on Skype. So much has happened in the last two weeks. Since that night Anya and I have been inseparable. I stayed at her flat for the rest of the week. My husband got his video. It was like an adult version of the “Blare Witch Project”. It was really bad with little snippets of Whoa! Before you got shots of the ceiling. However the sound was excellent. So even if you couldn’t see the action you could hear what was going on. My god do I really sound like that in bed? My husband said it’s lucky it wasn’t on one of those old VHS tapes because it would have worn it out by now. Anya managed to get him to confess that the first time he watched it, he exploded in his boxer shorts just 5 minutes in. Shame the battery went flat just as I put on the strap on. Bloody good job really. I wouldn’t want him to see that. After a week I told him about Anya and he was excited as hell that his wife has a female lover. In fact it was he who suggested that at weekends she stay at our house. So that’s how it is now. In the week I stay at Anya’s flat, she stays at our house at the weekend as he is stuck in America for at least another 2 weeks. I don’t know what he thinks is going to happen when he gets back. Three in a bed, me the sandwich. Who knows? What I do know is, I l have strong feelings for Anya. She is besotted with me. I’ve tried to talk to her about it but just puts her fingers on my lips. Geeez me as the sandwich. My face is beaming. It’s Sunday evening. Anya is like an excited child telling hubby about our boat trip. We hired a 6 person motorboat and went down the Thames. Neither of us could steer it for toffee and crashed it in some deep trees and had to be rescued. While we waited we made love in the bottom of the boat and Anya is Skyping him the video. 3 hours 37mins remaining for the transfer. Poor hubby will have to wait sooo long to see it. We have made him a few videos. We even tried to make a porn film but I kept falling about laughing. However Anya was amazing. She is a born porn star. My husband liked this one the best. Shame we faked nearly all of it. Lol. The private intimate ones he hasn’t seen, they are for us. Anya and my husband have really hit it off. They talk for hours and she winds him up something terrible on Skype. Saying that she’s thinking of me and her pussy is getting wet, she simply must touch herself. She then turns off the camera and pretends to finger herself making all the right noises so he can hear but not see. My husband laps it up. Poor him, stuck in his hotel room. God I hope he’s not phoning for hookers. Still better that than find another woman. He has suggest we do a live Skype session with him. We told him we would think about that and he would have to be a very very good boy and we would have to watch him too. Anya said she would do it if he lets her drive his white Audi R8 under its cover in the garage which no one is allowed to drive. Just to see how much he wants it. He said he would think about it. He doesn’t know she has already driven it and thrashed the daylights out of it screaming at the top of her voice. This week is different. I am off to a boring work conference. I begged Anya to come with me but they won’t give her time off work. I now won’t see her until Friday. I come back Wednesday but she is waitressing at some bank customer thing on Thursday night to earn extra money for a flat of her own. She almost has enough. I said I would give her whatever she would earn to stay we me but she said no. She says she gets a stupid amount in tips at these events. Merchant Bankers earn an obscene amount of money and hence give obscene tips. It’s now Wednesday. The conference has almost finished. I am sitting right at the back of the auditorium. This week has given me time to think. I think back to last night. I had the most erotic dream, I was back with my 5 pervs at the apartment. They had tied me up and were doing all sorts of things to me. I’m convinced I came in my dream. Can you even do that? Cum while asleep? My PJ’s were soaked between my legs when I got up. I love my time with Anya but also really like men. Anya is like a good bottle of Bollinger, men are like Tequila. Sometimes you just want to get fucked up. I love to be dominated. Anya doesn’t have it in her. I am stuck between two worlds. Suddenly I am brought to the here and now. I hear him. The Scotsman from the train. I stare at the stage. It is him? Is he the next speaker? I am mixed with fear and excitement. Someone has just turned a switch from daydream to horny bitch. He is so far away. I am so sexually excited. My heart is beating like the clappers. My chest heaving. I look around. I am the only person on this row. The camera zooms in on the big screen. It’s not him. I quickly sneak out of the back of the theatre and almost run to my hotel room on 5th floor. I slam the door behind me. I pull my dress up, pull my knickers to one side and stick as many fingers as I can into my pussy. Oh yes. Oh yes. I think of my dream and masturbate like a crazy person. I make myself cum in minutes. Liquid running down my fingers. I am still leaning against the wall. Bloody hell where did that come from. I have shocked myself. I sit in the chair and stare out of the window. I am well and truly stuck in two worlds. What the hell just happened? It’s Thursday, I’m back at home getting ready for the Train. I haven’t had to get the commuter train for weeks. I am a little late. As I walk along the platform my 5 pervs are already there. I stand behind them. They don’t see me. The train doors open. We get in, now they see me. I end up between all of them as per usual. Today they are not ignoring me. They are secretly drinking me in. Somehow I feel at ease. The Scotsman keeps smirking. I wish I knew what he was thinking. More passengers get on. They start to push up against me. I am getting excited. They know this. As people get on there is a hand here and there where is shouldn’t be. I’m loving it. All too soon we get to Paddington. I am pleased things have returned to normality. I have piles of stuff on my desk. I get stuck in and before I know it its 5pm. I get a phone call to saying there is a package in reception that needs my signature. Maybe it’s flowers from Hubby? I go to collect it. Back at my desk I stare at the box. It’s about 2ft square and 8inches high. It has no markings. No sender details. I close my office door and lock it with a key. I carefully open the box. My heart racing. I unpack the contents wrapped in tissue paper. Holy shit! Inside the box is a black and white rubber corset with buckles and integrated white suspenders. I unpack some more to find matching crutch less panties, white stockings with a black seem down the back, a matching collar, wrist bands and platform stiletto shoes. There’s more, a riding crop and a whip. I think I have cum in my knickers. Right in the bottom is a card “FANCY IT? TONIGHT 7PM AT THE APARTMENT. DON’T BE LATE” ok I have definitely cum in my knickers. I sit in my chair. Anya’s working tonight. Hubby’s out with clients. Both have said they won’t be able to speak to me until tomorrow. Before I know it I am standing outside the apartment with my box. I am so excited I can hardly contain myself. The Scotsman answers the door. He is dressed in formal evening wear “GLAD YOU COULD MAKE IT” come in. It’s exactly as I remember it. Hard wood floor the high ceilings with metal beams, all open plan, the bed to one side against the brick wall, open kitchen. The late evening sun is pouring through the floor to ceiling windows at the far end. But this time there are three large round tables arranged in a semi-circle around the foot of the bed. There are two metal chains handing from the ceiling. One at the foot of the bed, the other in the middle of the bed. This one has a hook. There is a knock at the door. The Scotsman goes to answer it. I stand there with my mouth open as in comes a Greek god carrying a box like mine. He has blonde curly hair, his skin bronzed, his muscly body stretching his white open shirt. His jeans look like they have been sprayed onto his muscly legs. He smiles at me with the whitest teeth “HI I’M MARCO” The Scotsman laughs. “HE HAS THAT EFFECT ON WOMEN” I close my mouth. “MARCO’S HERE TO HELP” says the Scotsman “NOW GO AND GET DRESSED. MARCO WILL HELP YOU” My legs shaking and pussy throbbing I go off to the bathroom. Marco follows. This rubber stuff is really difficult to get on. It’s like trying get into a balloon. With Marcos help I am done but only after studying every inch of him and him me. God I am going to enjoy this. It should be against the law for a man to look this good. I step out into the apartment. I must be over 6 feet tall in the platform stilettos. The Scotsman looks at me approvingly. He indicates for me to go over to the bed. He clips my hands together using the cuffs and connects them to the chain hanging at the foot of the bed. There is a pulley to take up the tension. There I stand, back to the foot of the bed facing into the room. He then puts a full face Venetian mask over my face and puts my hair in a ponytail. I look at myself in the mirror. I can’t see my face. I could be anyone. But what an erotic site. I can wait for Marco to get changed as well. My mouth is dry as I stand there in participation. I am so ready for this and with a Greek god. My pussy is dripping. Marcos is coming out. What? What the fuck? He is wearing a waiter’s uniform. The Scotsman tells him to hurry they don’t have long before the guests arrive. The Scotsman looks at me and laughs. Marco busies himself setting up the three round tables for cards. My heart is pumping. There is a knock at the door. Marco goes to answer it. I can’t quite see. He hugs a girl in a waiter’s uniform like his. No, No, No, Please No. It’s Anya. I try not to cry. My eyes are filling up with tears. She walks straight past me with only the slightest glance as if a woman suspended from the ceiling in bondage gear is perfectly normal. There is another knock at the door. They both go. Its food and drink. They carry it to the kitchen and setup trays. I dare not move. “10 MINUTES” says the Scotsman. What have I done? What have I done? I will die if she recognises me. I want the ground to open up and swallow me. The Scotsman gets a text. “THERE HERE” He turns to Anya and Marco “REMEMBER WHAT I TOLD YOU”. They both stand to attention and nod. He leaves the apartment. As soon as he is out of the door Anya and Marco hug like good friends and do a continental kiss on both cheeks. They obviously know each other and have done this before. They rush off to get trays of drinks. The guests arrive one after another, bankers in formal evening wear. There must be at least. Anya and Marco serve drinks. One discretely pinches Anya’s bottom. Next canapés, then more drinks. Some are trying to get frisky with Anya. I’m fuming. Nearly all of them have come to inspect me. I feel like a race horse. Nearly all want to fuck me I can see it in their eyes. I am mad and very turned on all at the same time. “GENTLEMAN” says the Scotsman. They take their places at the card table. He continues “TONIGHT IS A LITTLE DIFFERENT AS YOU CAN SEE. STAKES ARE 5K CASH NO IOU’S. YOU CANNOT EXTEND YOUR STAKE. THERE IS A TIME LIMIT OF TWO HOURS. WIN AS MUCH AS YOU CAN BECAUSE YOU MAY NEED IT LATER!” There is a murmur of satisfaction from the tables and all eyes are on me. Bloody shit what does he mean? May need it later? “TIME STARTS NOW” says the Scotsman. Wads of money get piled on the tables and the men start playing cards. I don’t know what. Anya’s trying to serve drinks without them grabbing her arse. She’s coping very well. Marco too has a few putting their hands between his legs. He just smiles at them. The game is now in full swing. Thank god I haven’t been recognised. An hour has now passed and my arms are numb. “INTERLUDE” says the Scotsman. “STOP THE CLOCK. GENTLEMEN CHARGE YOUR GLASSES” They all sit back in their chairs. The Scotsman turns me around to face the bed with the tables behind me. “YOU’LL LIKE THIS” he whisper in my ear. Marco comes into view carrying Anya backwards over his shoulder. She is wearing a pink and white stripped silk basque, matching silk panties and white stockings with no shoes. Her hands are tied with rope. She is saying no, no, no and kicking her legs and thumping his back. My heart races. She’s not struggling too hard I know she is play acting. The men jeer. Macro is wearing a pair of tightly fitting Daniel Craig style silk boxer shorts. He cock and balls look enormous. I am fixated on his crouch. He steps up onto the bed with ease carrying Anya over his shoulder. He attaches her tied wrists to the hook hanging on the chain from the ceiling in the middle of the bed. She grabs the chain with her hands. Marco carefully let hers go. Arms stretched above her she is now suspended from the ceiling. Her feet are about 6 inches from the bed. She struggles trying to touch the bed with her toes but she is too high. Marco gives her a little push and she gently swings on the chain gently turning. Marco looks at me. My breathing is heavy my breasts are heaving. He gives me a big smile with his big white teeth. He goes to my pulley and gives it a yank. My arms are pulled above me. I am now on tippy toes even is my platform stilettos. The audience jeers. I feel what she feels. Marco pleased with himself crawls onto the bed. Anya tries to kick him but she’s play acting. My heart is pumping. He grabs an ankle. He fights to grab the other one. He is now kneeling in front of her. She faces the crowd of onlookers. He kneels and parts her legs wide with his hands. He starts to nibble, bite and lick her pussy through her silk panties. Oh this must be divine. The silk on her skin, his wet tongue, the soft material against her pussy. She begins to moan. He continues to lick and nibble. Marco now rubs her pussy with his fingers through the material. He gently works her panties a little into her pussy. Anya Moans. She’s not acting now. He moves away and the audience can she her knickers are soaked in saliva and pussy juices. Still kneeling he slowly rotates her on the chain. She is now facing the wall with her back to the audience. They can her pert bottom through her panties. He buries his face between her butt cheeks licking her anus through the material. Anya moans louder. Anya’s moans are really tuning me on. I can see the audience in the mirror at the head of the bed transfixed on the image in front of them. Marco slowly rotates her on the chain so that the audience can see her knickers front and back. As he rotates her he slowly pulls down her silk panties. The audience jeer. They are now around her knees. They slowly slip to her feet unaided. This is so erotic. Her panties fall from her feet onto the bed. She looks at the soaked silk. Marco picks them up and inhales their scent and closes his eyes. He then tosses them towards the middle table and they are caught by a Japanese man. He puts them straight to his nostrils and inhales her scent closing her eyes. I know that smell well. He then passes her panties around the table. Marco now points Anya at the audience and seductively removes her basque letting it fall to the bed. There are tiny mutterings from the audience in appreciation. He lifts her off of the hook and unties her hands. She drops to her knees before him and starts to nibble his erection through his silk boxers. Licking his erection through the material. She begins to wank his cock using the silk. Then she rubs his balls through the material. She now moves behind him and stands. They both face the audience. She rubs the material between his butt cheeks with her hand. In the mirror on the far left table I can see a gay fat man with his eyes as big as saucers. Anya sees him too. You can clearly see Marco’s cock leaking pre-sum in his boxers. She peels them down. His cock freed and bouncing around. Fuck me! His cock is about 8 inches long and really fat. He certainly has some girth. Big balls too. The gay fat man looks really excited. Anya picks up his boxers and inhales their manly scent. She throws them at the gay man who catches them and holds them to his face unashamed. Anya now lays down on the bed with her head on a pillow. Ankles together. She fishes around under the adjacent pillow for something. She’s found it. It looks like a remote. She draws up her knees and parts her legs wide. The men start to leave their tables and gather around the bed for a better view. Her pussy is wet and gleaming, pouting. She looks at me suspend at the foot of the bed. Marco realises my pulley and unfastens my hands. My arms are numb. The blood starts rushing to my fingers. The Scotsman pulls over a leather arm chair. I sit down facing the bed. I can feel my wet pussy on the cold leather. I place my hands on its arms and squeeze my legs together “YOU HAVE A RING SIDE SEAT. ENJOY” the Scotsman whispers in my ear. Marco gets into position between her legs. I can see her pussy and his great cock hanging between his legs. He’s hung like a horse. He places his cock at her entrance. Anya’s so tiny and petit it will never fit. He pushes it in about an inch. Anya presses the remote. I wiggle a little in anticipation. The air is electric. The room is filled with classical music. It takes me a few seconds, bloody fuck! It’s “Ravels – Bolero”. Marco now slowly rotates his hips in time with the music. I think I have just cum on the chair. He teases and tantalising her rotating his hips. He and the music are one. Oh this guy is good. She tries to buck to get him to put it in but each time she does this he takes it away and starts again. What a tease. I feel her wantonness. She wraps her legs around his back and tries to pull him in but he is having none of it. He continues rotating his hips while he slips his cock into her very slowly pulling and stretching her. All the time rotating his hips. There huge tension in the air. You could hear a pin drop. Most of the men have erections in their trousers. Some even have their hands in their pockets. The fat gay man is standing next to me looking at Marcos anus longingly. As the music builds so too does Marco pushing deeper. Both of them are lost in the music. I can hardly contain myself. God we have about 9-10 minutes of this. He grabs her arms and pulls her onto his lap his cock never once leaving her. She sits on his lap and starts to ride his cock in time with the music. He grabs her waist, she grabs his shoulders and she throws her head arcing her body. God I am jealous, of who I’m not sure. You can see her pussy lips fully stretched to breaking point around his great cock which is glistening with her juices. Whoa! I desperately want to be with them on the bed. As if sensing this, the Scotsman stands behind me puts his hands firmly on my shoulders. They rapidly uncouple. Marco is now in the same position but facing the foot of the bed. Anya goes in front and with her back to him and lowers herself onto his lap. Reverse cow girl. They pick up where they left off. She tosses her head back over his right shoulder. He cups her breasts. She tosses her head over his other shoulder. I stare at her pussy lips going up and down on his cock. The music is almost at its end. Marco leans backwards and supports himself with his hands. Anya does too still working his cock. What a view. One man reaches out touches Anya breast. Anya and Marco keep going. Suddenly there are a frenzy of hands all over her. She orgasms wildly, so too does Marco. The music finishes in a great climax. Marco an Anya collapse onto the bed in perfect timing to the music. The men move backwards and start to clap. Bloody Hell! My Anya. I am sitting in a puddle of wanton wetness. The Scotsman addresses the audience …“GENTLEMEN. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED OUR LITTLE SHOW” there are murmurs of appreciation. “YOU HAVE ONE HOUR TO THE MAIN EVENT”. Marco and Anya sneak off to the bathroom. He helps me off of the chair and sits me on the end of the bed facing the card tables. I try to sit seductively with crossed legs and arms behind me. The men resume cards with renewed vigour. I see Marco and Anya dressed waiting by the door. The Scotsman gives them both a fat envelope. He shakes Marcos hand and kisses Anya’s. They smile and leave. The Scotsman addresses the audience …“JUST 30 MINUTES LEFT OT IMPROVE YOUR WEALTH!” “THE AUCTION WILL BE A CLOSED BID FORMAT” Auction? Someone calls out “CAN WE SEE THE RABBIT?” Everyone look at me. The Scotsman holds out a hand and I stand. All eyes are on me. He removes my mask and releases my pony tail. I give my head a good shake and ruffle my hair with my hands. I see myself in the mirror behind the men. Wow! I look hot. The audience looks at me approvingly. I stand facing them. The Scotsman’s stands by my side and caresses my bare bottom. The Scotsman addresses the audience …“WHAT WE HAVE HERE THIS IS NOT CALL GIRL YOU CAN ORDER TO YOUR HOTEL. SHE IS ONE OF US. His fingers move to my pussy and I instinctively part my legs a little. SHE IS A CITY PROFESSIONAL. He strokes my pussy with his finger. SHE CAME HERE TONIGHT LOOKING FOR EXCITEMENT AND ADVENTURE. He sticks in a finger and I let out a little moan. SHE IS VERY REAL. He wiggles it around. OH AND VERY HORNY” “DOES SHE DO ANAL” asks the fat man? The Scotsman’s looks at me “DO YOU DO ANAL MY DEAR?” the question catches me by surprise. Before I have time to think my inner prude squeaks out very soft a tiny “NO”. “NO NEED TO BE BASHFUL DEAR” He removes his finger from my pussy and presses my anus. He keeps pushing and his finger slides into my bottom. I moan out the word “YESSSSS” very loudly. The audience approve. “WHAT ABOUT SPANKING?” someone asks. The Scotsman collects the whip and riding crop from beside the bed and puts the leather handle of the whip between my teeth. “I DON’T KNOW SAYS THE SCOTSMAN” he flicks the crop across my bottom making me jump. Then again on the back of my legs. Then again a little harder. Then hard on my bottom. I moan through clenched teeth. “LET’S JUST SAYS SHE IS OPEN TO TRYING NEW THINGS. YOU NOW HAVE JUST 15 MINUTES LEFT. DON’T WASTE THEM” He removes the whip and I stand there watching. Some of the men look at me longingly. Others are dispassionate and cold. I don’t know what to do with my hands so I put them behind my back. I stand with my legs together as I am sure my pussy is dripping onto the wooden floor and making a puddle. The far right table has two men locked in battle. Each has a big pile of cash. One is tall dark haired, Italian looking, about 50. The other must be 70 if he is a day and has a weathered face. He looks a bit Greek. I study the men playing, there are all types and races. As I look at the Japanese guy his sniffs Anya’s panties. I feel calm and collected now Anya has left but in desperate need of cock. At this moment anyone’s will do. “TIME” say the Scotsman. “TONIGHT YOU MAY HAVE WON OR YOU MAY HAVE LOST. HOWEVER WHAT YOU HAVE LEFT ON THE TABLE MIGHT SECURE TAKING THIS BEAUFIFUL WOMAN HOME WITH YOU TONIGHT” I stand, tall and proud. “REMEMBER SHE IS ONE OF US. YOU CANNOT HARM HER. SHE HAS TO GO TO WORK IN THE MORNING SO NO LEAVING ANY MARKS” he flicks the riding crop at my bottom making me jump. “WELL NONE THAT SHOW ANYWAY” he again much harder. God I am so horny. I wish they would get on with it. I shock myself at the thought. “CLOSED BIDS ON THE CARDS WITH YOUR INITIALS, THEN POP IT IN THE ENVELOPES PROVIDED” The men sit there pondering. They look at me then at each other. The table to my left gets into some sort of heated discussion. The old Greek gentleman cock’s he head to one side as he looks at me. I smile at him. His face is stone and gives nothing away. The Scotsman moves to the open kitchen and the men start to hand him envelopes. God I am excited. I can hardly stand still. “IS THAT IT?” The men look around and nod. He starts opening the envelopes. Placing the cards on the counter in some kind of order. One of the cards he screws up and throws onto the floor “YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. YOU INSULT THE LADY” my heart sinks. My mouth goes dry how much was it? Fuck! Suddenly I feel like I’ve been put on eBay. Starting price one penny. It that all I am worth to them? My confidence leaves me by the bucket load. The Scotsman laughs out loud. “WE HAVE A SYNDICATE BID FROM TABLE ’A’” the men from the other two tables start to protest. The first table looks very smug. Syndicate? What does he mean? I look at them. There are seven of them. Does this mean if they win, they all fuck me? I go weak at the knees. Seven? Isn’t that a classed as a gangbang? My pussy lubricates readiness. “BUT WE HAVE A CLEAR WINNER”. “Mr G - IT HAS BEEN AN ABSOLUTE PLEASURE” his rival looks on in in contempt. He stands and bows, everyone claps. His face is expressionless. He walks over to me to collect his winnings, offering me his arm. I hook my arm through his. He nods at the gentlemen and shakes the hand of the Scotsman and we walk to the door. My head held high we walk to the lift. In these shoes he is barely as tall as my shoulders. The lift slowly descends to the ground floor. I can’t help it the words just fall out of my mouth really quietly, almost a whisper “HOW MUCH?” He turns and smiles at me as the lift reaches the bottom “£21,000”. Fuck! Holy shit! Now I am frightened. I bet you could have someone killed for less. We leave the lift and walk to the exit but my legs are jelly. They just don’t work. I am violently shaking inside. There are lots of lights outside. What’s he going to do to me that’s worth £21,000? I am so scared. He opens the door. There are Limos, Rollers and Bentleys parked all down the street. A man is waiting by the door “Mr G” says a man is an expensive tailored suit. He looks like tough, ex-special forces, there’s just something about him. This doesn’t help. “WE ARE RIGHT AT THE FRONT SIR” Mr G laughs. “THANK YOU FRANK”. We follow him. As we walk I notice a distinct chill in the air especially around my naked sex. Then it dawns on me I am waking past all these chauffer’s in bondage gear. They stare in amazement as I pass by. Right at the front is a black Bentley. Franks opens the door. I get in. The leather is cold on my naked sex and bare bottom. Frank closes the door and rushes to the other side and opens the door for Mr G. He gets in. Frank gets into the driver’s seat and closes his door. Inside the car you cannot hear a sound. The windows are very heavily tinted. I have disappeared. Emma x