Hi my name is Emma. Somehow they had managed to persuade me that this was what I wanted. The man trailed his finger up my neck as he leant in and whispered in my ear, telling me how it was going to be. Although I wasn’t really listening, I couldn’t deny the ever increasing wetness between my legs and my breasts swelling as my mind wandered to thoughts of what he was saying. I stared at my husband sitting across from us in the booth. His eyes were sparkling, I hadn’t seen him for weeks and just flown into McCarran Airport to spend the weekend with him. I was expecting romance and flowers but he wanted to go the bar as he’d had a tough day. This is where we met him, Blake, a chance meeting with a stranger in a hotel bar. There’s no mistaking this smart dressed intelligent man had presence and arrogance in abundance. He continued to whisper in my ear, his voice was low and level, it was becoming hypnotic. In the space of an hour, polite conversation had quickly turned into some kind of weird erotica and this strange man has gotten inside of my head and was stirring up all kinds of sexual needs and wants. But all I wanted was sex with my husband, but this is not what’s on offer here. Our sexual chemistry is undeniable and somehow he’d teased out the darkest, dirtiest thoughts and wants from the depths of my soul. I go to take a sip of wine but and notice my hands are shaking. Still he whispers in my ear, I’m impossibly aroused by what he’s saying. My husband leaves us to get our digital camera from the room. The man puts his hand on my bare thigh. He grips it firmly, to show who’s in charge here, but trust me there’s no mistake about that. Maybe that’s why I’m so turned on. I look straight ahead as he then slides his hand up my thigh to the hem of my short white summer dress where he stops to take a sip of his beer. We sit in silence waiting for my husband to return. His hand is on the move again, I can feel my pulse quickening. He then slowly pushes up the hem, he’s almost at my panties as my husband arrives back with the camera. As the men make final arrangements his hand remains between my thighs millimetres from the wetness of my sex. I desperately want to be touched and try to edge forward ever so slightly but he’s having none of it and pinches the side of my thigh quite hard. It’s almost concluded and my husband gives the man our drop box account. That’s the dealt. He videos it and posts it for my husband’s enjoyment. The men shake hands and my husband leaves. I’m now alone with him. Suddenly everything is different. I feel sick, excited, and apprehensive all muddled together with a heady mix of sexual tension as I watch him slowly finish his beer. He’s in no hurry, and this fact makes it even more agonizing. From what I have learnt’ so far, I know he’s going to take his time with me, I can see this being one slow sexual mind fuck. I don’t want any more of my wine, I think I’d throw up. No matter what I think of this arrangement, he has stimulated me beyond the point of return. As we leave the bar and walk through the casino he holds me firmly by the elbow. Maybe he thinks I’ll try to escape? Although it’s late evening, it’s still stiflingly warm outside as we wait for the valet to fetch his car. Nothing is said, no words are needed. We leave the bright lights of the strip in his large black BMW. It sudden dawns on me I don’t actually know where we are going. A little panic starts to set in in the pit of my stomach. In the bar, well it was different, exciting, and sexually erotic but this, this is real, hard, cold even. The streets outside, beyond the black tinted windows start to look rather run down and seedy. My brain is in full panic now but my body says something else. We’re now on the outskirts of Vegas and the bright lights start to fade away into the distance in the wing mirror. Still nothing is said, he looks straight ahead. He hasn’t even glanced at me since we left. Again he takes his time, we cruise along into the night well under the speed limit which is, in itself agonisingly slow. I stare out of the window into the nothingness of the desert. We slowly pass a filling station which is closed. There’s a guy wearing a combat jacket propped up in the doorway with a bottle of booze in a brown paper bag. Blake notices me looking at him and slows the car. He does a U-turn and comes back to the filling station. We drive very slowly into the dusty gravel forecourt. What’s he doing? Why has he stopped? The man stares at the car and takes an aggressive stance. The Blake reaches on the back seat for the video camera. He switches it on before sticking it on the dash. “Open your door” I look at him. Where is he going with this? I’m starting to get scared but I do as he says. I open my door and the car fills with light and the dash starts to “ping” “Open it wide” I do as he says. He leans across me and calls to the man. “Hey buddy wanna earn 20 bucks?” He looks suspiciously at us, then slowly wanders towards the car. He leans on my door and stares into the car or rather he stares at me. “What do you want?” his breath reeks of whisky. Blake retrieves 20 dollars from his wallet. “I want you to tell me if this attractive lady here has wet knickers?” My heart summersaults. He looks at us is disbelief. “I’ll give you 20 bucks if you put your hand up her dress and tell me” He leans across waving 20 bucks. “This a trick? You police?” “No, everything’s fine, I just want to know.” The drunk ponders for a minute. “Why don’t you do it?” says the drunk “But where’s the fun in that, I want you to” says Blake. The drunk looks at him, me then the car. “40” says the drunk “Done” Blake hands him 40. He kneels next to the car and apprehensively puts his hand on my bare legs. His still not sure if this is a trick. My hearts about to explode. His hands are filthy and he smells really bad. Blake puts his hand on my knee and pulls it towards him opening my legs a little. “Go on” The drunk puts his hand between my legs and up my dress and I hold onto both sides of the seat as if my life depended on it. His hands are rough. I hold my breath as his fingers reach the wet gusset of my panties. His breathing is heavy as he pushes further between me and the seat and cups my pussy in his hand. He clenches his hand gripping it tight. “Well?” “She’s fucking wet” “That’s what I thought” I’m still holding my breath. “I’ll give you another 20 if you take them off for her” Ok my heart is going to explode through my chest. This is madness. Blake waves another 20. The man snatchers it from his hand. “Get out of the car and let the man take them off” The drunk backs away as I unclip my seat belt. My legs are like jelly. Breathe, you must breathe I tell myself. I see Blake reposition the camera a little as I get out of the car and stand against the car door. I can’t do this. The drunk looks at me. He stares at my pink painted toes peeping through my high heeled mules. His eyes move up my long legs to the hem of my dress. He looks me straight in the eye as he roughly and unceremoniously tugs up the hem of my dress. He stares at my white thong. I wince as he, puts a finger down the front deliberately brushing it against my sex. I close my eyes as he then clumsily puts three fingers down the front of the thong brushing his rough knuckles against my sex. His hand lingers there for a moment as he rubs his knuckles against me. I look at Blake in the car. The man is disgusting. I’m shaking as he begins to crouch and slowly pulls the thong down towards my ankles. He studies my shaved sex and inhales deeply. I clumsily try to step out of them as quickly as possible to end this act of insane madness. He holds them up triumphantly. I can’t believe I let this filthy man remove my panties. Its ok you can keep them calls Blake from the car. The drunk puts the material into his mouth and sucks on it, staring at me. “Nice, fresh cunt juice” Ok, me thinks enough now. Blake’s had his fun. I’m wet, horny and just been thoroughly degraded. I get it he’s the boss. He’s in charge. I never doubted that. Now let’s go before this gets ugly. “Another 40 and I’ll take off her bra” says the drunk. Blake laughs out loud. My heart stops beating. “Yeah right, bet you would too” Ok, there is not a chance in hell that’s going to happen and I start to relax and turn to get in the car. “OK” says Blake. Stopping me in my tracks. You’ve got to be kidding me. The man makes my flesh crawl. I look at Blake in desperation. The drunk grabs my arm and pulls me back to the door. The drunk puts his hand up the back of my dress and fumbles with the clip as he comes in real close. “Isn’t this cosy” his other hand reaches around gives my arse a squeeze. I don’t think he’s even trying then I feel the clip go and he looks disappointed. I’m fucking relieved. He steps back and then looks puzzled about how to remove it. I help him by pulling the straps over my arms. He slowly pulls it through the arm of my dress grazing my nipples at he does so. I start to breathe again. Despite the dimly lit forecourt you can now clearly see my semi-erect pink nipples through the thin white cotton. He’s fixated on them. Him staring makes them go harder, in fact really hard. I see a glimmer of a smile break across his face. “I’ll give you another 20 if you tell me what her tits feel like” says Blake from the car. The man stares at him. Oh! No this has to be enough. His filthy hands. They hover over my breasts, he’s about to grab them but doesn’t. I can see him thinking. “I’d have to take her dress off to do that properly” Blake laughs out loud. This is getting way out of hand. I look around, there’s no one about. Why would there be we are in the middle of nowhere. Surely he’s going to say no. Surely he is? “Ok, then, if that’s the best way” these words send juices flowing between my legs. I can’t believe I’m getting aroused by this disgusting episode. I turn around so he can pull down the small zip. The dress is barely over my shoulders before he cups my breasts with his rough dirty hands and pulls me into him. His fingers and thumbs find my nipples and begin to squeeze, hard, harder. I let out a long deep moan. He’s right next to my neck and breathes in my scent. “You like that, huh!” he snarls in my ear. “So?” Blake calls from the car. “Fuckin fantastic” says the drunk. “Hard, firm with perky little nipples” He pulls my nipples outward really hard until my breasts are really stretched and extended and lets go sending an electric chemical reaction racing through my body. It’s like someone’s just injected me with sex. I’m shaking as I hold onto the car door. He sticks his head in the car. “200 bucks and I’ll fuck her for you?” he pauses… “Real rough like” My heart stops dead. My body goes stone cold as my blood drains away. There’s a long silence. “Thank you for you kind offer but I have other plans. Now we have to leave.” The drunk rubs his crouch against me and I can feel his erection. Ok this is getting fucking scary. I don’t think it will be that easy getting out of here and there’s no fucking way I’m having sex with him. Pushing my buttons is one thing but fucking this guy absolutely not. Common sense and self-preservation starts to take over. “Get in the car” says Blake, in a don’t fuck with me kind of voice. I squeeze away from the drunk but he doesn’t make it easy, grabing and groping everything he can. As I climb into the seat the drunk gets his cock out. As I put my seat belt on his starts to wanking furiously. Blake quickly pulls away sending the camera to the floor. The drunk swears obscenities at us. I grab and close the door as we drive off leaving my bra, panties and dress behind. Blake starts to chuckle. The leather is cold on my bare bottom. “It’s going to be such a fun night” he fumbles for the camera and turns it off. “The things we can do before I have to give you back in the morning”. I’m not sure how I feel about what just happened. Yes, it was one hell of an adrenaline rush but it was also fucking stupid and scary as shit, anything could have happened. What I do know is, I’m gagging for sex, he’s wound me up like a spring. My body craves it and I guess he’s now taking me somewhere to fuck. Yes, I want this. To fuck. My body starts preparing itself for the inevitable and I start to think of what he whispered in my ear at the bar. After a while I can see lights about a mile ahead of us. He slows the car to a crawl and pulls over on the side of the road. He puts the camera on the dash. Now what? “Is this where we’re going?” I ask expectantly. My voice is almost husky. “Yep, sure is” I expect him to drive away or give me instructions, blindfold me or something but he just looks at me. “Get out of the car” I look puzzled. “Why?” Ok, that look says get out, I’ll do at he says. “You can walk the rest of the way” “You kidding I don’t have any clothes on. What if someone drives by?” “Just considerer yourself lucky I let you keep your shoes, Shut the door and walk” His tone is authoritative. I slam the door and he drives off kicking up gravel as he does so. I stand there stunned. We haven’t seen another vehicle for ages but that’s not to say there won’t be one. I start to walk. Even with the full moon it’s really dark. What would I do if someone comes, they could be all sorts of nutters out here in the desert. Nutters who come across a blonde naked woman, they’ll think I’m a hooker tossed from a car, and snakes, what about snakes, walk quicker scanning the road? It seems so far but I’m almost there. It’s a garage. I can see him sitting there on an old metal chair out front with the camera filming me. Pretty pissed off doesn’t even begin to cover it. If he thinks he’s getting sex after this he’s got another thing coming. “Hubby loves the first instalment” he calls out as I approach “Just uploaded it on the wireless” As I get closer he disappears inside. I’m out of breath by the time I reach the door and my feet are killing me. I guess this is what the Americans would call a repair shop. I walk through a makeshift reception and there are about a dozen vehicles in various states of repair. Maybe this is his business? The air is high with the smell of musty oil. “ARMS” he barks and catches me by surprise making me jump. He grabs my wrists and wraps a dirty rag around them before binding my wrists with rope. He pulls me into the middle of the workshop. There’s a crane hook suspended from the roof. I guess it’s for removing engines. He pulls me towards it and hooks it through the rope. He pulls on a chain hiring the hook and with it my wrists. My hands are now fully extended over my head. He pulls it a fraction more so I am now almost on tippy toes in my mules. I then notice the camera on the mechanics workbench. Pissed off I might have been but now I’m fucking turned on. I love being tied up, powerless, at the mercy and whim of a dominant man. This is what he was whispering in my ear at the bar. “After that walk, I feel you need a bit of warming up, get those pussy juices flowing again” He disappears for a few minuses and reappears with a spots bag. He kills the florescent tubing and leaving the only light a mechanics lamp on the floor. He retrieves a black leather flogger from the bag. My body flips with excitement. He drags the cold leather tails over my breasts and around my neck. Above the oil I smell the leather. In the right mood I love the flogger, trust me I’m in the right mood. The first lash is a downward strike on my bottom cheek followed by another half dozen strokes on each buttock. He gauges my reaction as he gives the cheeks a good rub with his hand. He’s just warming up. “You like that don’t you?” I guess it’s written all over my face. “I think you want it harder, huh?” I so do. “I’m panting and sweating profusely as he rubs my bottom and the backs of my legs after 40 or so lashes” he’s given me a good workout, my legs are smarting and my bottoms on fire. But my pussy is it at boiling point. I don’t know why but the flogger drives me wild with lust. My body must be wired all wrong. “Now the front?” When I’m this turned on I love the feel of the flogger on my breasts so long as it’s not too rough, just enough to get them nice and pink. They gently bounce with each stroke. He’s gauged it perfectly. Ok, now I’m fucking warmed up as he put it. He kisses my nipples and sucks them into his mouth. I groan so loudly. His teeth pull on my nipples. Stretching and pulling them. I absolutely love this. I’m going to cum. I’m so damn close. I hear myself whispering “Harder”. This is all I need to send me tumbling into oblivion. He removes his mouth a grips each nipple between thumb and fore finger and begins to rotate and pitch them. Oh! God I’m in ecstasy. He pulls them until they are taught. “I’m going to cum….don’t stop… please don’t stop” He stops. Ahhh! “NO! No, please, No” I blabber. ”I’m so close, so close” He walks away laughing. My husband does this and it drives me fucking nuts. He begins to rummage in the bag. Oh! I love this toy. It’s a wand. He lets the chain down a bit and drags my legs apart. He fires up the wand. Its big head vibrates furiously. He just touches my clitoris and my body welcomes its touch. I’m quickly going up the hill to orgasm, in fact I’m running, sprinting. I’m almost there, I close my eyes…… He takes it away. “NO! No please let me cum, please”. He picks up the flogger and puts a quick stroke through my legs and its end curl flick onto my bottom. I writhe and pull on my restraints. I can take no more, I ache to cum. I plead with him to let me cum but he just laughs. I beg him almost in tears to let me cum. He hugs me and sooths my skin with cool aloe vera from his bag. It’s so nice on my warm skin. I still have no release but I feel alive. “Why won’t you let me cum?” I say softly. “All in good time, the night is young. Rest a minute while I upload Hubby’s next instalment” Wearing just an old American football shirt and my mules we leave the garage. Surely now we are going to fuck. He gives away nothing. I wish I knew what else was in his bag? 2am. Okay, this is grim. A run down motel with a dodgy neon light. I wait in the car while he pays the 20 dollars for the room. Yes, it’s that grim. Maybe I should offer to pay for a nice hotel? “Out” My heart rate quickens, I want this. Crap Motel or what, I want this so badly I’ll do anything, anything ……….. …………. The sun is glinting through the curtains. I try to open my eyes but I can’t as they seem stuck together. I’m so thirsty. My face is stuck to the sheets. Every bone in my body aches and that smell. What’s that smell? God, I think it’s me. The smell of sweat and sex. I rub my eyes in an effort to get them open. I tear my face from the smelly sheets and stumble to the toilet. Oh! I need to pee but boy does it smart. I can’t work out what aches more my jaw or my pussy and as for my poor bottom. Wow, my breasts are so sensitive. I stare at myself in the mirror. Makeup all smeared. I look like a whore who’s been gangbanged by a dozen men. I swallow hard as that’s not far from the truth. I have dried sperm all over my face my breasts, in my hair, in fact it’s everywhere. I pad my fragile body back to the bed trying to dodge the spent condoms and beer bottles. There’s a note by the bed. Hubby’s coming to pick you up at 11. He loved all the videos and hopes you enjoyed yourself. The clock says 10:30. I’m physically and emotionally drained. God, I need a shower. As the cool water washes away the sperm I reflect on last night. I can’t help but smile. As I walked from the car a large mini-van pulled up containing a rowdy bachelor party and it sort of when downhill from there after I snogged the man of the hour. I then gave him a blow job while the others watched in our room cheering me on. His cock was so hard and I was in desperate need for some relief. I pushed him back on the bed and one of his mates threw him a condom. I rode him quickly, desperately but he came far too quickly. I remember pulling off my T shirt and letting the men feel my tits. I remember dropping to my knees and sucking cock after cock which is probably why my jaw aches so much. But I wanted them between my legs and they were more than happy to oblige. I sit on the crispy beds sheets in a towel and I remember being fucked by little cocks, big ones, long ones and fat ones. I was like a bitch on heat. But I still didn’t cum. I remember Blake putting me over his legs and spanking me really hard until I squealed but it had the desired effect of setting my pussy on and arse on fire like never before. He then squirting a whole tube of anal lube up my bum and started to work it with his finger. Then two Oh! The pleasure of it. That was the first time I came. An anal orgasm who would have thought it? Wave after wave of pleasure after hours or torment. Before I had time to recover, two of them put me on my back at the edge of the bed shoved a pillow under me and held my legs wide open, as wide as they would go and I begged them to fuck my arse. There was no stopping me then, I came and came. Because of the condom rules they wanked their cocks into my mouth and sprayed their seed all over my body. Which is probably why I was stuck to the bed and probably why the room smelt so much. God I hope they didn’t whip it out from there and stick it in my mouth, Yuk! Okay, now I really need a drink. What a crazy night! I’ve never had two men at once, we’ve pretended but it’s not the same as the real thing. The real thing was amazing. I remember panting as they stretched me. After that there was no going back. The fucking was relentless. It was like all my life I had fucked in black and white and now someone had just introduced me to colour. I stare at my pussy all swollen and pouting and well quite frankly gaping. I’m so tired now I just want to sleep. My god, the note ….. Hubby! “loved all the videos”. What must he think of me? Will he still even want me after this? After all these men? Now I feel cheap, really cheap, dirty and ashamed but most of all thoroughly used. I close my eyes as I hear a car outside. Emma x PS this is fiction.