If you haven’t already, make sure to read parts one and two. I pinned them on my profile, along with a few of my other stories. I hope this turns you on as much as it does me…
Amelies exploration of my pussy has left me incredibly turned on, far more so than such a brief experience should. It takes all my self control to keep my gaze forward and above everyone else, like he wanted. I can feel how wet I am, my heart racing at the thought of feeling her touch on me once more.
Once the waiters finish clearing the table, one of them announces that coffee will be served in the living room. Amelie is the first to move, sliding out of her chair in the most seductive manner. I can’t stop myself, I bite my lip as she approaches me, hoping that she has hidden my face from him.
Amelie unfastens my arms, her hands spending longer touching my skin than they should. She rests one hand on my arse as she kneels behind me and unlocks the spreader bar, pushing it away from my ankles as she does. She takes me by the hand and leads me into the living room.
As I follow her, my eyes roam over her body, she’s wrapped in a tight bandage dress, the material moving subtly as she walks. Heels accentuate her legs, lengthening them and tightening the muscles, her hair hangs down her back just past her shoulders. It’s a delicious sight.
She stands me by a long coffee table, moving behind me as she does. She places her hands on my hips and then tucks the fingers into the top of the briefs before slowly sliding them down my legs, over the stockings to my ankles. I step out of them and she passes them to her partner as he enters the room, I don’t see where they go. Next she unfastens the bra, tossing it onto the floor and kicking it under the coffee table. This leaves me in the suspender belt, stockings and heels.
The rest of the group file in, sitting and standing around the room, some of them looking at me, some of them engrossed in conversation. I feel very self-conscious and VERY naked, but at the same time, its very empowering. He walks in last, the box from earlier in his hands, which he places on the floor next to us. My heart skips a beat, what else will he be using on me before the night is out.
Amelie takes me by the hand and turns me around to face her, our bodies incredibly close to each other, my bare breasts touching the material of her dress. The sexual tension between us is incredible, it’s almost tangible. We stand there for what feels like an eternity, but was probably 10 seconds, the smell of her perfume filling my senses. “Sit down Abby.” her accent adds that sultry, French sexiness and I comply without thinking.
I perch on the edge of the table, the suspender straps pulled tight around the curve of my arse. Amelie opens the box and pulls out a bundle of rope, dropping it into a pile on the floor by my ankles. She kneels down in front of my and gets to work tying me to the legs of the table. She takes me by the ankle, spreading my left leg, then wrapping the rope around it neatly a few times, then doing the same to the table leg before tying it off. She does the same to the right ankle, spreading my legs wide before she fastens it to the other table leg.
She hesitates for a moment, the rope in her hand, but her eyes locked onto my pussy. She eventually shakes herself out of it, tying my other ankle in place. She places her hands on my knees and looks up into my eyes. “Lie down Abby, I want to reward you for your excellent work this evening.”
As I lie back, I feel her hands slide up my thighs, over the stockings towards my bare skin. He stands and walks around us, taking another length of rope, he’s moving slowly, watching Amelie, letting his gaze wander over me as she starts to plant soft kisses on the bottom of my bare stomach beneath the suspender belt.
He ties the rope around one of my wrists, my arm lowered down the side of the coffee table. He walks around the coffee table and does the same to the other wrist, the rope passing underneath. He then pulls it tight, until my shoulders are pulled back, my breasts pushed upwards. Amelie pauses, letting him tie me in place, then starts to kiss her way downwards, slowly moving towards my smooth, wet pussy.
Her nails claw gently at my bare thighs as she plants a kiss on the top of my pussy. It starts soft, then her lips open and her tongue slides out into my wet folds. I moan, straining gently at the ropes, trying to lift my pussy into her mouth. He gives a satisfied smirk as he watches Amelie get to work.
The tip of her tongue quickly finds my clit, but avoids it, circling it, moving towards it, but then pulling away. Her lips suck at it, drawing it into her mouth to follow her tongue, then stopping. I won’t last long like this.
One of the other guests stands and walks over, getting himself a very close look at me and watching Amelie carefully. He reaches down and caresses my breasts, admiring my nipples and watching them harden at his touch. Amelie uses her hands to spread my pussy lips open before attacking my clit with almost too much ferocity. As she does, the man squeezes my nipple between his fingers, the combined pleasure making me moan loudly.
She plants her tongue on my clit, moving it in firm circles, then drawing it into her mouth again, sucking hard and flicking it with her tongue, making me arch my back hard, straining against the ropes as I moan with every movement of her tongue. It’s like she’s seen into my soul and knows what to do to get me off as fast as possible. It works almost embarrassingly well, my legs start to shake and my moans turn to wails.
I can’t tell, but the room has fallen quiet, all eyes are on me as Amelie pushes me towards orgasm. I’m completely lost in pleasure, I have no idea what’s going on, you could drop a bomb in the room without me noticing.
She holds me there for a moment, her clit in my mouth, tongue flicking it back and forth. I’m so close to orgasm, its insane, the intensity of that moment still lingers in my memory now. It’s hard to capture with words, but it’s the feeling of imminent satisfaction, of being ready to fall off the ledge, but not being in control of when.
She increases the speed of her tongue moving just a little faster, but its enough, I let out a long, loud, wailing moan as my pussy gushes. My legs shake, my arms would too if they weren’t tied down. My stomach muscles clench as wave after wave of pleasure floods through my body. Amelie keeps my clit in her mouth, her tongue slowing, but the suction stays, keeping the pleasure flowing for as long as possible.
That moment seems to last forever but at the same time, not long enough. My body slowly winds its way down from those orgasmic heights, gradually becoming present once more as conversation slowly returns to the room. Amelie eventually pulls away, as my body stops twitching, she wipes her lips on my stockings and returns to her partner. Leaving me panting and twitching on the coffee table.
As if on queue, the waiters arrive with coffee, wheeled in on a trolley and left next to the coffee table. The guests gradually make their way over, some of them stopping to admire me, before collecting a drink. One man takes a moment to admire my pussy, using his fingers to spread my lips, letting my clit peak out and making me moan once more.
Amelie and her partner don’t seem interested in coffee. They’re slowly gaining the attention of the room, unable to keep their hands off each other. If I turn my head to the side I can see them, he’s sat on a large leather sofa and she is sat in his lap, they’re passionately making out while his hands roam over her body, groping her through the tight dress.
The entire room watches as she slides from the sofa to her knees between his legs and starts to free his cock. Without any hesitation, she undoes his trousers, takes his cock from his boxers and hungrily sucks it into her mouth. From the coffee table, I can see very little, her back, the curve of her arse as the tight dress hugs her body and her head bobbing up and down.
His face is the most apparent sign of the pleasure he’s receiving, eyes closed, head tipped back, arms stretched out along the back of the sofa. He reaches down with one hand and starts to guide her, encouraging her to take him deeper into her mouth and moaning in satisfaction when she does.
She works fast, just as fast as she did with me and after just a few minutes he starts to cum in her mouth, pushing her down on his cock as he does. Her hands grip his thighs, as if she wants to pull herself off, but knows that this is not the time.
As he stops cumming, he relaxes his grip on her, letting her pull off. She keeps every drop of his cum in her mouth as she gets to her feet and makes her way over to me. Kneeling next to me, she caresses my cheek and we share a passionate, cum filled
kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth as we share his cum.
She pulls away, giggling to herself as she wipes a little stray cum from my lip into my mouth. I suck it from her finger and watch her as she walks back to her partner, joining him on the sofa. Her arse looks amazing in the tight dress as she walks.
Clearly more than a little envious, He approaches the end of the coffee table by my head. The rest of the room looks on as he undoes his trousers and frees his cock. The angle is a little awkward, but he tilts my head around until he can reach my mouth, sliding his thumb inside. I suck it seductively, watching him jerk his hard cock.
He pulls his thumb away and replaces it with his cock, his hand caressing my neck as he gently thrusts his hips forward. He starts slow, doing all the work himself as he starts to fuck my mouth. I try to keep up, bobbing my head in time with his movements, but he quickly moves his hand to stop me.
His fingers tangle themselves into my hair, holding me in place as his hips start to push forward harder, forcing more of his cock into my mouth. The room fills with the sloppy sounds of an increasingly rough blowjob as everyone watches. It’s fine to begin with, his cock is going pretty deep, but I can handle it. But as he gets more into it, he starts to go deeper and deeper, clearly intent on getting himself balls deep in my mouth without any regard for me.
He pushes forward hard, holding himself there, my eyes widening, then welling up as his cock fills my mouth. He holds my head still, his hips pushed forward, preventing me from breathing. With my arms and legs tied as they are, I can’t do a thing, I can barely even moan around his cock as it fills me mouth.
He pulls out, strings of my saliva hanging from his cock as I gasp for breath. He doesn’t hesitate and almost immediately goes back to thrusting his cock into my mouth. It’s rougher this time, no regard for me at all as he fucks my throat, the head of his cock almost making me gag with every thrust.
Finally, he gives one very deep thrust forward, holds him self there and cums hard in my mouth. It’s not quite as deep as before, but fairly close and a little easier to manage. I’m barely able to swallow all of his cum, some escaping from the sides of my mouth as he unloads. I can feel him pulsing and twitching as his balls empty themselves into me.
My pussy is aching for more by now, it feels like it must be flooding the table, but it probably isn’t. If only my hands weren’t tied, I could have been toying with my clit while he was fucking my mouth.
He pulls his cock out, strings of saliva spreading down my cheek as he does. He uses one hand to turn my head back so I am facing the ceiling again and walks away to tidy himself up. There is a general murmur of appreciation amongst the audience.
He returns a few minutes later with a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket in one hand and a tray of after dinner mints in the other. The tray he places on my stomach, I flinch at the cold metal and he glares at me, almost daring me to react more. I clench my jaw, trying to remain still but knowing what will come next. I hear the ice moving in the ice bucket then feel the cold metal touch my inner thighs as he places it onto the table between my legs. I breathe in sharply, trying my hardest not to react, my eyes glued to the ceiling.
He takes the bottle out, leaving a trail of ice cold drips over my thigh as he does. Each guest wanders over, most of them thanking him for a wonderful evening as he pours them a glass of champagne. Some of them take a mint from the tray on my stomach. As they finish their drinks, they gradually start to leave. Amelie slides something into the top of one of my stockings as she passes by, but says nothing and doesn’t make eye contact.
After the last guest leaves, he takes a seat on the sofa, where Amelies partner had been sat. After a moment he speaks. “Abby, you have performed acceptably this evening, but I will not be needing your services again. In a moment I will untie you, there is a car waiting for you downstairs and your coat is hanging by the door.”
I do and say nothing, a moment later I hear him put down a glass and make his way over to me. He unties my wrists and legs and leaves the room without another word. I slide off the table and look around for the parts of my outfit that were removed. I retrieve the bra from under the coffee table, but the briefs are nowhere to be seen.
Taking the hint that I have displeased him and not wanting to hang around, I grab my coat and make my way out to the waiting car, feeling more than a little dishevelled. Even with my coat wrapped tightly around me, I feel exposed. The driver doesn’t acknowledge me and returns me home without saying a word.
I never heard from him again, but Amelie is the topic of many more stories. It was her business card that she slipped into the top of my stockings.
This was one of the most intense sexual experiences of my life, my memory of it is quite vivid, despite it being years ago. However there is some artistic license used in the retelling of the story, to make it a little more entertaining and to add atmosphere where needed.
If you liked this, feel free to let me know, I usually ignore comments but may respond to chat.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/svr9yz/f_abby_on_display_part_three
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