I had heard the phone ringing on my drive home, but couldn't reach it and didn't want to risk getting a ticket anyway. I pulled in the driveway turned the car off, and slumped forward holding my head in my hands and I started to tremble.
What a week this had been. my body had been used by five men strictly for their pleasure, certainly not mine. Not to say I didn't get some enjoyment out of it
Now I looked at my phone, there were four calls from Dennis, the computer geek from work. I didn't want to even try to guess how he got my number; I supposed it would be simple for someone like him. I just did not feel like talking with him, I was sure he had a crush on me, and that's all I needed in my present situation.
Kicking off my heels, I rubbed my sore feet, trying to relax. My tits were still sore to the touch from being pulled and twisted. After a long soak in a hot bath, I was starting to feel better. Around nine o'clock the phone rang, it was Dennis again.
I didn't feel like talking with anyone, especially him. I hoped if I seemed uninterested, he would get the hint, it probably wouldn't be the first time some girl turned him down. I reluctantly answered on the fifth ring,
" Hello Dennis, what's going on?"
He didn't seem as timid as usual; he almost sounded a little cocky. After some small talk, he got a little nicer but there was something about his voice I didn't like. Finally there was a lull and then he said something, acting like we had been dating for years.
"I thought maybe we could get together soon, either my place or yours, sometime this weekend?"
I was speechless, finally I was able to find my voice.
"You seem to be a nice guy and I'm flattered, but where is this coming from, we hardly know each other, outside of work."
"That's true, but I think I know you better than you can imagine."
I was starting to feel creepy. "Why don't we have coffee some time at work, and get more acquainted, you may find I'm too old for you. Maybe a girl closer to your age would be better."
"You're perfect for me, but I'll send you a picture of yourself , and how well I know you, and what you're capable of letting someone do to you ."
I was scared now, and was sure I sounded it.
Trying not to let the panic in my voice show, I said "I've got to go now, see you Monday."
"Or maybe sooner, he said, you just never know, I'll see ya."with that he hung up.
I got up to make sure everything was locked up. As I crawled in to bed my phone was going off, it was a message from anonymous, in Japan. "Wow," he really knew how to cover his tracks. I held my breath and opened the attachment; it was a screen shot of me taken last Friday night, standing in Richards office in my underwear and heels, with both of my breasts out of their cups, and another of me bent over wanting to be spanked. I had sort of a smile on my lips, which I don't remember smiling any time in there. I wanted to throw up, what did he want? Three guesses what he wanted, what does any young guy live for? Only one answer, to get his dick wet in a pretty girl.
I was afraid to make him angry, but didn't know what to do. It would look bad going to his place, besides, I had visions of him keeping me captive. Inviting him here would make me feel safer, I just couldn't decide.
Then Dennis decided for me, he texted
" I'll be over tomorrow night around eight or the pictures go out in a group text, you have five minutes to choose, I'll be waiting."
"Eight o clock is fine, call me on the way." I quickly answered his text.
He didn't respond right away, I panicked, what if he didn't get my text and would he do what he said?
Finally, he texted, "See you at eight and wear something special."
"like what?" I texted, I waited and got no reply, I knew what he wanted, judging from what he has already seen. Between the internet and movies, young guys think women lounge around in stockings and heels all day waiting for a stiff dick to suck on. Truth be told I would like that, but that's just my fantasy.
I knew what he was hoping for, I checked my closet looking for a black dress I had bought for a formal wedding and only worn once. It looked a little small, but I would worry about that tomorrow, right now I needed sleep.
I slept till ten in the morning, I had my share of nightmares. One dream in particular was very vivid, being locked naked in a small cage in his apartment, with Dennis and his friends sticking their dicks thru the cage openings leaving me no choice but to suck them off. I woke up with a feeling it actually happened, it was so real I checked my face for dried cum.
About five o clock, I started getting ready, I had recently got a haircut but, still had enough for a French twist with just enough loose strands to frame my face.
I chose a black garter belt, sheer panties, and a push up bra. I remembered my dress was snug a year ago, as I stepped into it, I was afraid it was too tight. I really had to shimmy to get it up. It came to a good four inches above my knees, and between the v neck and the pushup bra there was quite a bit of cleavage. Couple that with sheer black stockings and a black choker with a tiny bell on it, I was afraid I was sending the wrong message, maybe I was, "asking for it."
I put my drink down, I knew I was drinking too much, I didn't want to be drunk, I just needed to loosen up. It seemed eight o'clock would never come. Then the sound of a car door closing. Realizing I never gave him my address, I was starting to get a really bad feeling about this. I met him at the door.
"Dennis, I didn't know you had a car?"
"It's my moms, I use it on the weekends."
I couldn't believe this, I'm a forty-year-old woman on a date with a guy that has to use his mother's car. I didn't think this could be any sadder. Then I realized he wasn't old enough to drink. Some "date," this was going to be.
We walked into the living room, he stayed one step behind me, like most guys do, so they can watch my ass. And I really don't mind, little things like that make me feel like a real woman.