Foxtrot by moonlight [solo][group][cheat]

The work week had been exhausting, but it was friday afternoon and soon, the work week would evaporate from memory.

You finish up the project you are working on and stand up from your desk to go ask your boss if there is anything that needs to be finished up before you take off. You smooth your skirt over your hips and turn to leave the cubicle when your phone buzzes on your desk.

You check your notifications.

“Tonight is the night. – H”

You forget about your boss. You forget about work. Your stomach knots with excitement and you feel a pleasant, warm tingle start to wash over you. “H” has been teasing you for weeks about a surprise he has planned for you, which is both exciting and frightening, since you haven’t ever met him in person… or even seen his face.

Your boss taps you on the shoulder, breaking you out of your speculation about what the surprise is going to be.

“This was just delivered for you. Which is weird… why did you have a package delivered here?”

“It’s a present for my husband. Sorry. I didn’t think it would be a big deal.” you reply, lying without thinking. You have no idea what the package is. Your heart races as you take the box.

“No problem… I was just curious. Have a nice weekend.” Clearly you have been dismissed for the day.

You grab your belongings and try not to rush for the parking lot. The moment you reach your car, you pull out your keys and score the tape on the box and rip it open.

Inside, wrapped in bubble wrap, you find a bottle of wine, a corkscrew, a single glass, and a map printed on a folded piece of paper.

As you unfold the map, curious, you notice a note on the back.

Fox,
Your babysitter has been paid to stay until midnight if no one comes home before then.
Follow the map. Park in front of the shed. Drink as much wine as you need. Reread our
text conversation we had last Saturday. When you are ready to play, open the barn.
We will be waiting.
-Hound and friends

He brought friends! You think back to Saturday’s conversation and squeeze your thighs together tightly, shivering… and feeling a delicious sensation creeping across your body from between them.

Part of you hesitates… a stranger arranged for your child’s care for the evening…you text the sitter.

“Is everything alright!”

You want to pound your head on the steering wheel while you wait for the response. You shouldn’t even be considering this. Its an awful idea. You know nothing about this man for a certainty. Every bit of information you have about him could be a lie.

In a moment of near sanity, you text your best friend a picture of the map.

“Can you pick me up here at 11:00…work party. I plan to drink.”

The babysitter responds to your text.

“I’m good til 12. Have fun!”

Then a response from your friend.

“Got you covered.”

Then an unexpected text.

“Shall we wait for you? -H+F”

Intrigue overcomes you, and you hope for a moment that foxes do not suffer the same vulnerability to curiosity as cats.

“I will be there soon.”

You start the car shaking your head in disbelief at your own lack of common sense. And then you follow the map.

—-

As you turn onto the farm road that marks your destination, a sense of dread starts to creep into your gut. The farther you creep down the road in the fading evening light, the more fear starts to overcome your initial arousal… and then you finally see the barn and the house and your nerves calm some.
The property is well kept. The farmhouse itself is painted in a chipper blue with white trim, with a neatly kept flower bed in front of a wide porch. The porch that was presently occupied by a couple you could only presume are the farmer and his wife, sitting in rocking chairs with books in their hands. You slow as you drive past the house and the two folks look up from their books and wave to you, smiling brightly.

Fear seems like a ridiculous response to the wholesome couple.

Farther along the road, half hidden by a rise, a huge red barn with white trim occupied a field next to a silo. Parked neatly in front of it were three large white rental vans. Hung over the door was an enormous banner that read “Welcome Foxtrot”.

You start to feel giddy again.

You back your car to the wall on the opposite side of the door from the vans and take a deep breath before turning off the ignition.

Another deep breath. You pick up the wine bottle and opener and pour yourself a very full glass. You kill half the first glass in a few swallows before you realize that the wine is actually pleasant… fruity and but not overwhelming. Another deep breath, another half a glass, and you pick up your phone to read through your messages from a week ago.

“I want to put my hand on the back of your head and fuck you into the mattress”

“I want you to press my face down. I want that so bad. Holy fuck, what is your name so I can scream it while I cum.”

“Jason. You can say my name when you get off. I love the thought of you burying your finger in yourself and moaning my name into your pillow.”

“I have so many fantasies… I want to be group fucked.”

“Tell me about them. Tell me about those things that scare you because you want them so badly.”

You kill another glass of wine as you read through more of the exchange… your hand creeping under the hem of your pencil skirt and sliding under your panties as Jason describes a gang bang in which you are the star attraction… your adrenaline is spiking again and you feel a hunger slower than your stomach. You start to salivate at the thought of your throat and hands and ass full of cock.

You drop the phone and hike your skirt up so you can spread your legs. You thrust a finger inside and start to massage your pussy through your panties with the other hand when your phone alert goes off.
You moan with frustrated and wanton need before scooping the phone out of the seat beside you.

“We would love to handle that for you. Open the barn door. H+F”

You bolt upright in your seat like a spooked animal and look to see who is watching you… but there is only a barn looming in the rising darkness. You muster the courage and kill another the rest of your current glass of wine before venturing forth from your car.

You approach the huge doors timidly at first and then the wine loans you determination. You grasp the handle of the massive sliding door and tug, surprised to find it opens with a whisper of effort.

Behind the door in what was clearly not a traditional barn is a short, fat mustached man, wearing a neat grey suit, polished black shoes, and bright red tie. In his left hand he held a leather briefcase. There is a desk immediately to the left of the door and in the center of the room a group of couches and chairs surrounded an odd looking bench. The walls of the barn were lined with equipment that you had only ever seen when browsing porn… crosses and stocks and a gynecologist’s chair. There are several doors along the far wall.

“Welcome, Miss Foxtrot. I am here on behalf of an individual you know as Jason to whom I will refer to as Mr. Hound. Before this evening’s proceedings begin, there is some… housekeeping that must be dealt with.”

You nod, too stunned to speak.

“You have been recorded by video cameras since the moment you entered this property. This video record will be preserved for your protection and the protection of Mr. Hound and his associates, but will never, under any circumstances be duplicated or distributed by any means.

There will be a safeword for the evening. That word is “Marmalade”. If at any point during this evening’s proceedings, you feel overwhelmed or uncomfortable in any way, speak that word and all activity directed at you will cease as quickly as safely feasible for all participants.

All of the individuals participating this evening were screened for disease.

You will not, at any time, attempt to remove the masks of the participants. If you make such an effort, all activities will cease and you will be asked to leave.”

The gentleman places his briefcase on the desk beside the door and opens it. From inside he hands you two sheets of paper and a pen.

“This document is your acknowledgement of the those issues I have described as well as a statement that you are free of communicable disease. Sign using your legal name, and then I shall depart. I will leave a copy of this on the front seat of your car along with my business card. If you need to contact me with regard to this evening for any reason, please, do not hesitate. Mr. Hound and his associates will be with you shortly after I leave.”

You sign both forms. The gentlemen puts one sheet in his briefcase with the pen and closes it. He bows, before taking his leave into the darkness. You hear the ignition and then headlights shine across the door as one of the vans departs down the road you came in on.

Perplexed and frustrated that your arousal was crushed by more paperwork this late in the day, you start to explore the equipment along the walls and your sense of trepidation and excitement returns. The more you imagine what has been done with and on the furniture around you, the more you imagine those things being done to you as well.

Your hands are wandering under the hem of your skirt again when a sharp squeak startles you. You spin around, dropping your skirt and see an array of twenty naked men wearing an assortment of bodies and an equally diverse assortment of animal masks. From the center of the group, a tall, slender figure, rail thin, but wiry with muscle steps forward and makes a gracious bow. He is wearing a mask that you vaguely recognize as from an old cartoon … a floppy eared basset puppy named Copper. In his right hand he holds out a mask of a cute fox kit.

“You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to, but I didn’t want you to feel left out,” the hound says in a baritone muffled slightly by the mask. The rising moonlight through the open barn door makes it look like their is a sparkle of mischief in the big puppy eyes of the mask.

You shake your head.

“Do you want to play inside or out?” he asks, with one hand stretched out towards you.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/739k30/foxtrot_by_moonlight_sologroupcheat