She is completely naked, blindfolded and wearing a pair of headphones that render it so she can not hear a sound. Then she is lifted off of her feet and carried away. She could sense that they were going down stairs to the basement. Suddenly, they stop and gently lay her down onto the small examination table in the center of the room.
The table is sort of "V" shaped. Its wider at one end where it supports her back at the shoulder blades and narrows down to only about a foot wide where the other end supports the small of her back. This leaves her ass hanging off the edge of the table allowing them easy access to her sex. Each of her ankles is firmly strapped to outriggers that extend outward leaving her spread eagle. She feels that her pussy is so wide open, so vulnerable.
Her wrists are tied to each other and pulled high and taut over her head and fastened tightly to hooks above. She cannot move. This is what she wanted. This is what she had asked for but still her heart nervously pounds in anticipation as to what is about to happen. The butterflies she feels in her stomach are no match for the lusting aching feeling that she feels between her legs. Her pussy is dripping and her nipples are so hard and long now they point straight up at the ceiling. She knows not what they have planned. Her only request was, "use me until I'm done."
"How did Jen get here and in this position," you ask? Well, Jen is a member of a very exclusive and expensive club. Not outrageously expensive but, when one considers it is only visited and used one day per month then some might say it is. One can only learn about this club by another member and only for the purpose of being asked to join. A member can recommend someone as a candidate for entry into the club only once every other year and only if an open slot exists. This ensures that the club maintains its relatively small membership at a maximum of one-hundred total members. This particular club is for the 21 to 40 year olds which Jen has another happy twelve years remaining. The club is operated and maintained by just six trustees.
The only way to get to the club is to be picked up at your residence in a limousine. The windows are such that once inside, you cannot see out even in broad daylight. To further ensure that one cannot see, a black hood is placed over the head. The ride from Jen's residence is about two hours. The club is open every Saturday and Sunday all year long. Just prior to the beginning of every month, each member receives notice as to which day their Saturday or Sunday for that month will be. The day is chosen at random and in this way, there are either twelve or thirteen members in the club that day. Furthermore, it ensures that on any given day the group of members various from one visit to the next. It also means that once in a while, your day can fall on back-to-back weeks and conversely mean that you may have up to seven weeks between visits.
The club currently consists of 50 men and 50 women and once Jen learned of this club she just had to join. You see, Jen has what most would consider is a very high sex drive. Jen instinctively learned of masturbation at a very young age and ever since, her need for orgasmic pleasure consumes her. The next orgasm is always on her mind. Occasionally Jen will spend practically the entire weekend simply masturbating in bed and literally make herself cum dozens of times. Yes, Jen is obsessed and she accepts it for what it is but Jen is also very successful in her profession as an attorney and the club allows her to anonymously fulfill her sexual cravings.
Judge her if you will but do you know what its like living with a pussy that constantly calls to you. It constantly leaks and the obsession exists not because she wants it but because she needs it.
The club allows Jen to live out all of her fantasies that before were only played out in her head while laying on her bed alone masturbating the day away. Now Jen gets to live out fantasies without consequence to her reputation.
Roughly once a year, each member is provided a day where you get to choose the events of the day. Well, this was Jen's day. This is what she chose.
Back to Jen on the table.
Jen waited firmly strapped to the table for what seemed like an eternity but it was most probably for only about ten minutes. As she lay there, an indescribable and unique feeling begins to overcome her. The reality of the situation suddenly hits her. Her legs are spread so wide open and her pussy is so exposed to all that are there in the room with her. Some of the people in the room Jen may have come across during a prior session at the club, and some maybe not but they are anonymous to her right now anyway. It's a vulnerable nervous kind of feeling but at the same time so very sexy and slutty too.
After a few minutes of just lying there in this splayed position, Jen felt like jumping out of her skin as her body practically begins to vibrate with sexual excitement. Jen starts to silently scream within her mind, "somebody please touch me!" "Do something to me."
Jen's nipples are smallish but they grow long, very long as a matter of face and they are a light pink shade. They are perched atop the center of her two soft but very firm natural "C" cup breasts and when excited, her nipples get so hard and so long that they begin to ache. Right now they are aching so bad its as if they want to blast off of the magnificent mounds of flesh they are attached to. They are seemingly screaming out on their own to be touched. To be used. To be abused.
Her exposed pussy is overly excited and wet and it has already leaked so much that Jen can feel the wetness running down past her asshole, running through the crack of her ass and probably beginning to pool up on the floor below. Her pussy, her clit are swelling and they beginning to throb. They too beg to be touched by someone, by something or by anything. Jen needs it so bad now.