The Room

I did not sleep at all last night. I kept thinking about that text from that unknown number. It may have been marked as spam on my phone but I know exactly where it came from. It read, “Friday, corner of 54th and Regal road. 4 o’clock. ‘Til Dawn” I didn’t think it would happen and my mind rushed with horror, curiosity, excitement and arousal. 

It started about a month ago I was browsing through some kinky pages on my Instagram and let’s say I was in far and also far down one of my favorite pages. I love the way those girls were dressed and the way they are submissive. Some might think too kinky and be turned off from the tight clothing or the ropes. The men stand dressed and stoic looking down at their pet girls. What they gain from it, I don’t know, but I do know they are satisfied. I was near my satisfaction myself when I accidentally liked their post from maybe a year and a half ago, “oh shit,” I said, then the rush came closer and closer “OH SHIT, oh shit ooohhh god fuck!” I pulled my pillow over my face so my neighbor Andy wouldn’t get any more ideas. It was one time I swear. 

I looked at my hand sloppy with webbing. I took my last deep breath as my thighs quivered. I totally forgot about the slip up like on that page until my phone buzzed. It was a IM on Instagram from the page and a hyperlink.

Naturally curious I clicked on the link and it brought me to an application. “What the fuck?” I said as I looked at it. The cover letter had a strange message that read, 

“for those who are reading, congratulations, this honor is not extended to anyone but is given to those we feel are of proper physic and astetic for these gatherings. If the application is filled out well and properly then you will hear from us again.” 

I had thought I was done with tingling for the morning but this was mysterious and exciting. Of course I’d fill it out. 

Name: Kacey Blaire Hair: blonde, eyes: green, breast: umm… AA. (Hate saying that.) Height: 5′ 7″. The next section of questions were rated 1 to 10, 10 being totally agree. Submissiveness: 9, I love the idea of being dicked down with no regards to my wellbeing offering my body is the best way I can say thanks for the pleasure. Kinkyness: 8. Ability to keep a secret… Now I knew what they wanted in this section, complete secrecy and I can ablidge them, 10. The last section was more into my personal kinks and fetishes and about my… Habits. The last line read, 

“This signature confirms that if you are notified further you agree to comply completly,” 

I signed, K. Blaire.

I was in shock and today was the day and all I had was a single criptic line of text. How was I supposed to prepare for this? What was I going to wear? How was I going to do my hair? I walked into the closet and pulled down several dresses I looked at the deep red one and a navy one. They were perfect for a cocktail party. I decided on the navy, it was dark and reflected the situation. Underneath I was going with a lighter blue lingerie that was lacy and had stockings to match. The top was an outline of a bra and the cups were missing leaving my tiny tits exposed.

I packed my bag with some makeup and a couple toys and made my way down town.

I stood there for what seemed like forever. I was standing on the corner of 54th and Regal in a cocktail dress. I felt like a prostitute and was kind of expecting a creepy interaction. It was sketchy and I didnt feel comfortable about this. I looked at my phone, 3:59, what sort of thing would take place in the middle of a work day.

As soon as my phone read 4:00 a classy black jaguar pulled up in front. It was shiny and new the windows were deeply tinted. The passenger window rolled down a crack and I heard a voice, “password?” A deep voice said. I didnt remember getting a password. I looked at my phone and remembered the text. I opened it up to see if I had skipped any information. I saw it. 

“’till dawn.” I said questioning myself. The doors unlocked and the driver got out. A tall black man with a wonderful complexion dressed perfectly like a chauffeur, he opened the door for me and in the same deep voice said, 

“ma’am.” I smiled at my chocolate treat and got in. The seat was cool leather and it smelled like cherries and alcohol. A cracked open bottle of champagne sat in an ice bucket in the large console. Near it chocolates, a note, a pill, a neat stack of cash. The man closed the door and got in to drive. 

“Sooo….” I began, “what’s the plan tonight?” He looked into the mirror and made eye contact. 

“Ma’am?” He questioned gently. I was embarrassed, I felt like I asked the wrong question. 

“You picked me up right? You’re part of this?”

“Err, no ma’am, I’m the chauffeur. I think you are supposed to read the note ma’am.”

“Oh sorry,” I said, disappointed. I picked up the note and opened it’s wax seal. It read,

“Miss Blaire, we would like to welcome you to the Darkest Dawn. We focus on pleasure for all and tonight you are going to be our vessel. Consider it your last interview for a permanent position. In this console is a gift of a fine champagne please enjoy yourself. We have provided you with $1500 to prepare yourself for tonight. Get something to wear. Most of our canidates don’t come back because they fail in this area. To give you an idea, think confident. After you are done, your driver will take you for your final errands. The pill will keep you going tonight. Please take it as soon as you get to the house.”

Holy shit. This is the next level. What am in, 50 shades?!? I was not about to complain about a shopping spree and alcohol. I smiled wide and poured my first glass. It was delishous. “Let’s go get some clothes.”

…

The place we arived at was far more expensive than I would have imagined, I would have settled for Victoria secret and forever 21 but made me feel like a movie star. There was almost no one in and I had an attendent at either side of me. We found a dress I fell in love with, it was bright red and tight around the ass. It penciled down to my knees. I could swing it but it wasn’t right for tonight. “Confident” ran through my mind. I saw it, it was perfect, it was confident. It was long black and hugged my large hips. It wrapped my neck and a cut out the shape of a diamond shine my skin between my small tits. There was no back and the trail started at my ass crack. It hung off my ass and a slit ran up my thigh. It was confident. I found some tall black stelletos that made me taller than an Amazon. I found some red matching fuck me pumps for my second dress too. The lingerie was a tight corset with myrids of bows on the back. The gertle held the thigh high stockings. With black lace at the top. The crotch was covered by more lace. Two little white laces ran along my vagina and up my ass to mark the slit to penetrate through the crotchless panties the cashier ran me up and I had plenty of cash left. I folded it smiled and tucked it in my bag. 

I got back into the car and was so thrilled with the purchase. The driver had put my things and the back and started us off to the final errands. “Where to?”

“You are to get your teatments at gold leaf spa and saloon.” He read off a card, “is that alright with you?” 

“Of course baby,” I said. Already full of pleasure and I haven’t even started the main event.

We pulled up to the salon in the city. A high rise towered over the sidewalk where I was standing. The inside of the building was thredded with gold and black marble. I walked up to the counter not even sure what to say. 

“You must be miss Blaire our 6:00. Please step into the elevator, your masseuse is waiting for you.” I smiled and stepped in. The elevator was fast and it tingled my lower stomach and turned in me. The doors opened to a steamy room with a table near the window. Water trickled down the walls and plants made it feel like the rainforest. I put took off my clothes and put them in the wood locker and Laird on the table with my head facing the ground. A moment passed as I relaxed and the footsteps lit up the room. She stood at the front of the table I could see her tan dark legs. 

“My name is Stephanie, I’ll be taking good care of you miss Blaire.” She said softly. I couldn’t help but smile and think about how amazing this day was so far. 

She started with the oil. It ran down my back and to the sides. I felt her cool hands slip back and forth. It felt like forever. She started with the neck and worked the shoulders, the spine, the sides, the small of my back. It felt amazing. She worked my ass checks and my thighs, calves and feet.

“Miss Blaire can you please flip over?” I did as I was told. Her sweet voice lulled me. I saw her face for the first time her eyes were dark and her hair was darker. She smiled as she applied more oil on my stomach and chest. We made eye contact with each other and smiled. “You have a beautiful body Miss Blaire.” 

“Thank you,” I squeezes out. She rubbed my collar bones and shoulders. Her fingers were elegant and long. She massages my chest and my tits. My stomach tingled as she made her way south. I moaned slightly.

“Is this okay Miss Blaire?”

“Yesss,” I quivered. She continued down my legs finishing my thighs and made her way slightly north. She applied a little force to open my legs slightly but I opened them far for her. She smiled again. She was elegant and confident. She opened my labia with her fingers. And stroked me up and down. Every time her fingers ran across my clit a jolt of electricity flowed through me. “Hmmmm.” I softly moaned. She smiled and dove the fingers deep into me. My toes tingled and my chest was warm. My eyes shot open and u was looking into the eyes of a woman who knew my body better in 30 minutes than I had in a lifetime. She was practiced and knew all of the erogenous spots.

“Will that be all, miss Blaire?” She said with a smile. I felt only warmed up. I wanted more. I realized that she was prepping me for tonight.

“Ummm..” I wanted to keep going but knew I had a task at hand. “Yes, Stephanie.”

“Feel free to come by anytime.” She handed me my stack of clothes and her card on top with a personal number written in pen.

I grabbed my clothes and headed to the locker room. There was a makeup bag with my name on it and a bottle of nice purfume next to it. I took a moment getting ready. The corset hugged my figure and the dress drapped over. My shoes were so tall it made me feel powerful. Confident.

The car was parked in front. As I approached the driver opened the door for me and helped me in. 

“Where to?” I said, hoping my day of enjoyment wouldn’t stop there.

“The venue ma’am.” He said calmly.

A rush of nervous butterflies flew through my stomach. I hoped they would like what I had to offer.

The drive was about 20 minutes out of the city in a rich part of town. We pulled off the highway and made our way down a winding road. It turned into a dirt road and we finally pulled up to a gate. The driver rolled down the window to talk to the gateman. He was dressed in a tux. They finished a few minutes later and the gate opened. The driver turned to me.

“At this point it is very important that you follow these directions.” He handed me a slip of paper. He started off driving into the compound. The road was lined with big oak trees and I could see a big old mansion sitting on the hill. The grass lawn was covered with maybe 50 luxury cars. It was so exciting I almost forgot to read the slip of paper.

It read, “1. Take the pill.” I looked at it and examined it. It didn’t look like a rufie, or anything else i had seen before. I trusted it. “2. Make your way side of the house and take the service door. Do not talk to anyone. 3. Down the hall to the left is a room. Wait.”

I did it all. The driver dropped me off at the door and I walked down the old hall way. As I got closer to the room I looked to the right, another long hallway but at the end of it was chatter, music, laughing, and glasses clinking together. It was a big party. I wanted to follow the noises but I stuck to the instructions. 

The room was one of the master bedrooms. It was bigger than three of my apartments put together. I figured this is where he is going to come for me after the party. I was nervous but excited.

…

Some time pasted and a knock at the door alerted me from my gazing. The door opened and a man wearing a mask stood in it’s place. 

“Come with me.” I followed. He led me down the hall way twords the noise but before we reached the party we turned to some oak doors. He swang them open. A beautiful dark ball room sat empty. The dark marble floors lead to a light in the middle of the room. A bed made with elegant red silk sheets  sat lot up in the middle of the room. It was the center of attention. It was where I was supposed to be. The man held his arm out guiding me to the bed. “It will start shortly.”

This must be the room.

Great. I had to wait again. My heels clicked against the marble with echos clicking back as I made my way to the bed. I climbed up and sat in the middle. Soon after the silence of the room was broken by the doors on either side swinging open. People flooded in quietly and sat in the chairs on the perimeter of the room. 

“What the fuck did I get myself into.” I thought to my self. I thought of the confidence the dress gave me and I tried to manifest it. The queit chatter around the room made my heart skip. Then silence. I could see their sillouettes look towards the door. I swinted to see what they were looking at. I saw it as it got closer. He was a tall athletic man with blonde hair and an opera mask covering his face. He was in a black tux like the sillouettes but he had a red bow tie. He stood still at the end of the bed.

“Come.” He motioned to me. I did. I kneeled on the bed infront of him. He gently stroked my cheek and kissed me passionately.

“Wow. A good kisser,” I thought. He was deep and passionate. His tongue tasted like sweet champagne. He grabbed my ass. Bit my lip and bit it hard. He pushed me on to the bed. “What the hell was that?” I thought. He paced around the bed dropping his jacket on the floor. His tie. He approached as he took out his belt. He grabbed me and put my ass up and my face against the soft sheets. I felt the rwap of the belt against my ass and cracked a help out load. The echo filled the room. He did it again, this time a muted whimper.

He dropped the belt and his hands worked at the back of my dress. It slipped off of me and my dark corsett and the slitted panties were on show for everyone to see. 

He opened my legs over the edge of the bed and his hand felt my groin. His fingers slipped into my underwear. I was understandably wet from the excitement. The first time he brushed my clit I jolted was sensation. His fingers worked my wet pussy and I moaned loud. I wanted people to hear. I couldn’t see them but I knew they were out there sitting and watching. I looked into the darkness but couldn’t see anything. I looked back to my master who had disrobed completely excluding the mask. He was cut. And his 8 inch circumsized cock stood tall. I’d only seen cocks in porn bigger but nothing that big had ever been near me. I smiled. I was into this. He held my legs up, heels near his head as he guided his cock to the opening of my pussy.

The thick head of his cock was just putting pressure on the outside and it already hurt. It kept pushing harder and harder and got louder and louder. Finally it popped past and dug into me hard and fast. I yelled in pain and pleasure and the echo of the room yelped back followed by soft mermers in the distance. A sharp sense of pleasure rushed over me as he pushed on my g spot. “Yessss!” I said. He quickly moved back and fourth lunging into me each time further in and a stronger sense of pleasure. My breath got faster and faster with my moans I could feel it getting there. I should be there. But the pleasure kept rising with no plateau. “It must be that pill” I thought, “this is awesome!”

I made eye contact with my master, and his hand reached down and grabbed my throat. He claimed on the bed and his body pressed my legs behind my head. I was his folded fuck toy.

I threw my head back and I notice my eyes had slightly adjusted to the darkness I could see the people now. They were dressed so elegantly most of them holding flutes or glasses. They were an audiace to a show. I faxed into the eyes of a woman slouched in her chair, her dress pulled up and her fingers deep in her pussy. I was providing her pleasure. I was doing my job.

All of a sudden great relief came over me as the master pulled out and cam on the black corset. He pulled my panties off and threw them tawords the spectators.

“Out of the corset.” He said calmly. We both worked at the hooks in the back and it popped off. My heels were the only thing remaining on my body.

“Oh god, what’s next?” I thought. His hands ran down my body and he grabbed m hips tight and kissed my shoulders. His tongue ran down my spine. I was on my knees on the bed and straight up. I felt so exposed to everyone but at this point I was used to it. I smiled wide and confidently. I was proud of my position and enjoyed my attention. My eyes locked with the woman slouched in her chair. I bit my lip as I watched her flick her clit back and fourth but as I was enjoying my little show I was rudely awakened back by being bent over by master.

His cock slid up and down my slit covering his cock I’m my sweet juices. I was so ready for doggy style. I arched my back and my face felt the soft silk sheets. His cock rose higher and higher and finally arrived at my asshole.

“Oh fuck.” I thought. It was tight in my pussy and that had been been stretched by the occasional tinder hook up but my asshole was virgin.

The cock pushed hard similarly to my pussy. I felt his spit hit my ass as he lubed me up. He had thrusted quick which pushed my anus open. The large thick cock went on forever and tears filled my eyes and my moans were pain not pleasure. I bit the sheets. It was an eternity untill his thighs clapped against my ass. His body shifted down rising his cock inside of me. His cock bounced off my insides and a jolt of electricity flowed through me. He found my prostate and it made me forget the pain for a brief moment. I gasped,

“Oooh FUCK.” He took it as a “go ahead” and fucked my ass hard and fast, each full of pain finishing in bliss. It was a new feeling and so fucking hot. He pulled my hair and my head whipped back. My mouth was wide, my eyes were red, and my face was wet. My moans were rhythmic and my pleasure was consistent with my pain, “ooh mmmmhm ooh mmmmhm!” He paused, let out a sigh, and I felt warm on the inside. He had filled my ass with his seed. He pulled out and I felt the warm runny cum drip down my crack. My ass felt relief.

I rolled to my back and took deep breaths on the bed. He walked around and stood above my head. I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his huge cock. It felt like it was the size of my forearm. He guided it to my face and slapped me with it. He teased it on my lips and I opened wide. I stroked the base of it and sucked as much as I could. My gags echoed in the large room I smiled and stoked it. I could taste both of us on him. I spit on my hands and stoked him with both hands. My mouth was filled with his balls as I gently sucked him off. One of my hands made it to my clit where I jilled intently to get off.
I got up and kneeled on the bed. I spoke to him for the first time.

“Please. Fuck me again.”

“Beg.” He replied. I obliged.

“Please use your big cock. And make me whimper.”

“Louder.” He said. It made sense, I had forgotten I was entertainment.

“Fuck me hard and fast master,” I said loud. “I want to orgasm, please let me orgasm.” I blasted him with puppy dog eyes. I had hoped the pill I took was listening. I was pretty tired at this point and my makeup had run.

“I wanna be fucked silly. Use me as your slut please.” He stroked my chin and put his thumb on my tongue. I sucked it hard in an exaggerated manner. He picked up my petite figure and handled me like a doll.

“He’s so sexy,” I thought. He lowered me onto his cock and he bounced me up and down. I was chagrin. My eyes wrapped around him. My moans were altered like I was getting a swedish massage. “Ye eh eh eh sa sa.” I moaned.

I was fucked up and down and I could see he was enjoying his power and the people bobbing up and down behind him were enjoying the show. It was becoming real. My wish for an orgasm was manifesting in my tummy. The twist and turns hummed in me and my stretched pussy was throbbing. I was drooling on his shoulder and my eyes were rolled back. The words coming out of my mouth were incoherent to myself. Id never popped like this before. It was a summer until it felt like decorking a bottle of champagne. I was wet and I felt it leak out of me. My mouth open adoring the pleasure. I wispered into his ear following a moan, “uhhh….thank you…”

He slowed down and laid me on the bed. He wispered in my ear, “you did great.” He pulled out with a rope of cum from my pussy to the top of his cock. He turned away and walked out the same door he came in. The crowds around slowly followed as people talked about the show. I still laid there out of breath.

One man approach and asked if he could clean my asshole with his tongue. I agreed and rolled over and spread wide for him. His tongue danced around my hole licking up the remaining cum. It was massaging for my tender holes. He didn’t stay long just a few minutes. Ass he left he left a crisp $100 bill on the bed. It was a nice surprise.

The woman I had made eye contact with was still right where I had left her. The room was empty and she sat there in her chair legs wide, knuckle deep into herself. She pulled out and sucked on her finger. I watched, paralyzed on the bed. She strutted twords me I straightened up to address her. She kissed me, slipping her tongue to the back of my throat. It tasted of her. Sweet slippery on my tongue.

“Let’s get you home.” she said. She helped me gather my things from the ground and she held my heels as we walked out. She grabbed me a robe from the room I had waited in and sent me on my way.

There was a bit of traffic getting out of the compound, people were heading home. I looked out the window thinking about the adventure that day had brought me. I smiled, “what a crazy experience,” I thought.

The driver helped me into my apartment with my shopping bags and I gave him the $100 dollars I was left as a tip. He wished me well and left smiling. I promptly fell asleep not waking until late the next morning. I woke up to the sight of a not slid under my door. Curiosity held me wild, it read,

“Thank you for attending ‘Until Dawn’ we hope to keep in touch.”

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