Secret Strangers [BDSM] [MMF/f] [Reluc]

*Helloooo! Another one-part fantasy of mine. Enjoy! xox Lena*

Gracie had finally come face to face with the gravity of her mistake underneath the fluorescent white light of the grimy bathroom. She struggled to keep her nerves in check. This didn’t seem like the place to show fear.

She had never liked parties, especially not this one. In some ways, it was similar to others she had attended, albeit briefly: the smell of beer and sweat wormed its way into her nose, terrible music reverberated through every bone in her body, and conversations were loud and slurred as the bar was depleted and the cloud of smoke in the air thickened. She had only come at the insistence of her friend Zoey, who had promised Gracie that this would be more “her scene” than the other parties she was dragged to. And a scene it was. Gracie had not refused, determined to have one positive experience at one of the shitty frats or clubs that Zoey often frequented. But this was most decidedly *not* a normal party.

From the outside, it had seemed like an unassuming but rather large house, perfect for a party. Through the foyer and the first floor, everything looked normal. Only a few people were draped along the stairs and sofas, leaving the din of partygoers unexplained. Zoey knew her way around this place, her heels clicking as she led the way to a back staircase to the basement. Gracie grew uncomfortable… a topless woman rode a man on a couch near the front door. Another woman was being led towards the exit on a leash. A scary man had a paddle in his hands.

Had she been more experienced, as her friend obviously was, she would have closed her mouth and popped her eyes back into her head when she realized what this was — some sort of… was the term *munch?* Gracie’s experience with BDSM did not extend further than a boyfriend who liked face-fucking her a little too hard and spanked her sometimes. She had liked it.

Zoey laughed when she saw Gracie’s face. “I remembered what you told me about your ex. I thought I’d throw you in the ring!”

Gracie paled when her friend shed her coat and exposed her breasts. She wore only fishnets and satiny black shorts. Gracie looked down at the lilac purple slip dress she had worn with her cute white heels. She stuck out like a sore thumb. A few people appraised her and Zoey upon their entry, drinks and whips in hand. Silently praying the sticky floor would open up and swallow her whole, Gracie allowed Zoey to lead her across the room to the makeshift bar.

It was dark, so dark that color was difficult to discern. The sound of laughter, chatter, moans, and screams carried throughout the large, open space. Gracie felt eyes on her small frame, and she grew shy and emboldened at the same time.

“Zoey… y-you didn’t tell me—”

“That this was where I was taking you?” Zoey tossed her hair over her shoulder and smiled at her friend. “You wouldn’t have come. You don’t have to do anything, and we can always leave if you want.”

Her words hung in the thick air. Gracie looked around, biting her lip. A little voice in her head reminded her of how hard she would cum with her ex, and made her acutely aware of the heat and dampness spreading between her legs. The party was a sight to behold; no doubt it would have that effect on anyone. Again, she felt stares sizzling on her skin, and she made a bold choice that she would not regret.

“No… I’ll stay for a while.” A grin spread across Zoey’s face. She poured two drinks and handed one to Gracie, who accepted it gratefully. She would need it. Barely a minute had since passed, and already a woman in red latex approached Zoey. They hit it off, chatting like old friends, when Gracie became very aware of her sudden isolation. Not wanting to put a damper on Zoey’s night, but still a little wary of the situation, Gracie looked around through her dark lashes, trying to make sense of what *her* night would look like.

Most people seemed… engaged in one another, hands and mouths on bare skin, the distinct smells and sounds of sex hanging in the air. She watched for a while, her breath coming in a little quicker, her heart rate getting a little higher, and her pussy getting a little wetter.

Zoey had taken the hand of the women in red, and tossed Gracie a concerned look before following her. Wordlessly, Gracie smiled and nodded, and watched Zoey saunter away behind her new friend. It was then, when she was all alone, she made her way to the bathroom.

It was empty, thankfully, so she didn’t have to wait. She shut the door behind her, before sitting on the side of the tub with her arms around her chest. She could see herself in the mirror.

Gracie was pretty, younger-looking than she actually was. Her eyes were wide and gray, her nose small and pert, her mouth soft and full. Her skin was pale, but accentuated by her long dark hair. She was short, small, and athletic, with delicate breasts and puffy pink nipples, and a shaved pussy. If she wanted, she could do very well tonight.

Which she did. Or did she? It was difficult to discern. What was very obvious to Gracie was her juices sliding down her thighs and the electricity pulsing in her veins. She wasn’t sure she had the experience or the confidence to follow in Zoey’s footsteps and find herself someone to get her off. But the thought of the full BDSM experience did little to cool her down.

The thought of hands on her body, more rough than gentle, exploring her curves and secret places, feeling her wetness and slipping fingers inside her. She thought of being tied up and contorted like some of the women she saw on her way in… her arms behind her back and her legs spread wide, rendering her helpless.

Gracie didn’t know when she had slipped her dress above her hips and pulled her skimpy panties to the side to rub her swollen clit, but she certainly had. A breathy moan escaped her lips as she allowed her head to fall back. Fantasies of all the dirty, taboo things she would have never considered before tonight swam in her head.

It was when she felt the first wave of her orgasm hit when the door flew open. She squealed, pressing her thighs together and jumping to her feet. A warm, deep laugh made her look into the face of her observer. The man was not attractive, nor was he ugly. He was much bigger than her — his hand alone could cover her face — and she could see underneath his tight shirt that he had the muscles to crush her bones. She decided to choose her words carefully. What do men expect in a place like this?

“Having fun?” he asked her. Gracie blushed, pulling her dress down a little more.

“Um, I’m sorry,” she whispered, and moved to push past him.

“No, that’s fine! I didn’t mean to upset you. I’ve seen a lot worse tonight.” He winked, and the simple gesture assured Gracie of her safety. She couldn’t ignore the desire she felt inside her, having come so close only to be cut off. She surprised herself with her sudden hunger, and decided to seek her pleasure as soon as possible, as she was struggling to remain still with her panties against her clit. Throwing her last bit of caution to the wind, Gracie batted her eyes innocently and looked up at the man fate had brought to her, and said,

“Show me?”

With a wicked smile and a glint in his eye, the man wrapped his large hand around Gracie’s thin wrist and led her out into the room, where she spotted Zoey, naked now, sitting on the lap of a man while the woman in red stood above them.

He pulled Gracie forward, into a small hallway that led to another row of what she assumed to be bedrooms. Judging by the sounds she heard from behind the doors, she guessed that she was right.

He opened a door to her right, leading her into an empty room with a suspension rig in the middle. The man turned to face her, his shadow blocking out the dim light entirely.

“Is this okay?” He asked her. Here was her chance to get out of this, to go home and forget about this night.

“Yes,” she breathed. To maintain some semblance of control, though the look in his eyes led her to believe he knew she had already given that up, she pulled her dress over her head and dropped it to the ground, exposing her soiled panties and matching bra. With a low, primal growl that made her blood sing, the man wrapped his arm around Gracie’s waist and pulled her in, kissing her hard. He forced his tongue in her mouth before she could draw in a breath, and proved his dominance over her once more by deftly undoing her bra while she tried to stay on her feet. He backed away from the door, pulling her towards the rig, before breaking the kiss. Breathless, she stumbled a bit, bumping into one of the thin poles.

“Ever been tied up like this before, little one?” he asked her. The whisper of his breath against her skin made her shiver.

“Never,” she managed to squeak. She watched him as he pulled a long coil of rope from an armoire against the wall. When he moved towards her, she didn’t shake. His expert hands wrapped the rope around her body, stretching her limbs and, quite literally, suspending her above the ground, her breasts and stomach facing his feet. Her wrists and ankles were bound above her back. Her torso stretched lavishly as her knees naturally parted. She felt cool air against her wet skin. [visual: [http://www.peniscat.com/free_photos/0/17/1678/167755/](http://www.peniscat.com/free_photos/0/17/1678/167755/)] It was uncomfortable, and slightly painful, but she was betrayed by her dripping pussy. The man took notice, and having tested her bonds, he finally touched her needy cunt, and began teasing her slit with his fingers. Gracie let out an involuntary moan as he slipped a finger inside her, feeling her tightness and eagerness to please him.

“I’m going to fuck you now, slut,” he said.

*Slut*. She had never been called that before. But that’s what she was, wasn’t she? Dripping wet for a stranger who had tied her up and made her his for the night? *Yes*, she thought, and she could act like one too.

At the sound of his belt and pants being dropped, she was surprised when he moved to face her. Her breath caught when she saw the size of him… much bigger than she had ever taken before. She opened her mouth to tell him so.

“Yes, I thought that, too,” he said with a smile, and thrust his cock into her waiting mouth. She whimpered around the size of it, eager still, and began bobbing her head back and forth. Her tongue danced across his tip as she sucked the length of him, opening her throat to take him in deeper. He wrapped his hand in her hair, forcing her to go a bit faster, and she willingly complied, calling on every ounce of strength in her body to please this man.

It was then she heard the door open.

“I didn’t think you’d mind if my friends joined. Do you?” the man asked. He pulled his cock from her mouth with a sigh, and a rope of drool and precum dangled from her lips. She barely hesitated before saying yes, almost shouting it. She just wanted to cum.

She felt cool hands along her body then, a woman’s, caressing her breasts. She stood between her legs and leaned over her. In front of her, the man who had exposed this side of her stood with another, whose silhouette she could barely make out.

“I think I’ll be the first to use her pussy,” the familiar man said with a slight growl in his throat.

Gracie moaned, loud, when the man gripped her hips and aimed his cock at her entrance. He rocked her body back, pushing her onto him, as the woman dropped to her knees below her. With an expert tongue, she began lapping at Gracie’s clit as the man fucked her from behind, slow at first. Gracie was overwhelmed. Her whole body was on fire. She would have been embarrassed to have cum as quick as she did had she not been in a position wherein it was not necessary to think. But she did, squirting as she came, into the mouth of the woman beneath her and around the cock that stretched her poor pussy.

It didn’t stop them. In fact, the second man, who had been watching, stroked his hard cock before shoving it into her mouth. She felt full. Her second orgasm was already building up within her as her clit was sucked tenderly while her pussy was pounded angrily. The man in front of her pulled her hair as she tried to suck his cock properly. It was getting to be too much. Again, she came, twice in just a few minutes. The man fucking her pussy laughed, slapping her on the ass as squirt dribbled out of her. She was humiliated, but still, her pussy tightened around him as she felt him twitch deep within her, and she moaned in pleasure when she felt him shoot his first load inside her. As if on cue, the man in her mouth did the same, pushing far into her throat as the woman below her thrust her tongue onto her clit a little harder.

Gracie was breathless. Her body was exhausted. She was awash in pleasure as she had never experienced it before. The man behind her hit her again, eliciting a shout of pain. She cried out again when the woman beneath her lightly bit her poor clit, sucking it in her mouth once more. They were done with their little toy for the night. The man at her mouth patted Gracie on the head. He left without a word, slinking through the darkness into the din of the party. The stranger from the bathroom began to untie the knots that bound her. Gracie heard the woman stand and felt her hand trace along her skin, from her bound ankle to the back of her neck, sending shocks down her spine. She gasped a little at the gentleness…

“I told you this would be your scene.” Zoey’s voice was unmistakable. Gracie tried to swivel her head to meet her friend’s eyes. The man had untied her feet and lowered her body down.

“You!”

Zoey laughed. Gracie’s legs wobbled as she spun around, recovering from her intense orgasms, but her arms were free now. She steadied herself on a pole. The man slipped his arm around her waist again, and kissed her goodbye, with the same passion that had owned her moments ago. “Thanks,” he whispered in her ear. Once he, too, had gone, the two girls stood alone in the room.

“That was fun, right?” Zoey asked with a lilting tone in her voice.

Gracie smiled to herself as she dressed again. She pulled the slip dress over her messy hair, and decided to forgo her underwear. It would be a little treat for the next guests. Gracie strapped on her shoes. Zoey did the same, pulling her coat on over her lingerie. They shared a knowing glance.

It would be a fun ride home, too.

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