Kitten
"I went back," Auntie Ashleigh laughed. "I had to because... well,
because
I could have run. Sir actually gave me the option, plus getting used like that and... all that cum... Well, I just never could have imagined. I'm not saying that I wasn't scared, I was
plenty
scared, ashamed... humiliated, but also excited. And I had a sort of blind hunch that I was looking at an opportunity in these people. I couldn't have said what that opportunity was, but I was under no illusions concerning how potentially dangerous these older, worldly experienced people could be, either. That said and fear aside, I also knew that
I
was the most dangerous person who had, or ever would walk into that clubhouse.
"That evening, I dressed with shaky hands. I chose a pair of white cotton panties, smaller and sexier than what I would have preferred, but all my underwear was small and sexy. In keeping, all my jeans were tight bellbottoms, so I chose an old pair that was almost worn out anyway. Cursing my erect nipples, I loaded the fat girls into an older, semi-supportive, white lace bra that my nipples made a joke out of and I covered that up with a brown, button up blouse with rolled up sleeves. Without sox, I stuck my feet into my stinky old sneakers to finish off my un-attractive and expendable attire.
"So, with my hair tied back and wearing only eye makeup, I left for their place. I'd been back to the liquor store earlier in the day and I'd drunk a lot at that point. I wasn't quite as smashed as my asshole nephew here, but I was feeling no pain. Strangely, what I felt was a sort of hidden confidence. I didn't know if it was bottle courage, or something born of that thing within where my abilities came from.
"This confidence melted as soon as I saw the clubhouse, but up the front steps I went anyway. I knocked, knowing there were people home because I could hear them above their music, but there was no answer. I stood on the doorstep, wondering if I should try the bell, or knock louder. Suddenly, a woman walks out, a read-head with the tattoos that I vaguely remembered from the night before. She stopped in the doorway, a bit startled to find someone standing there, I suppose, then fixed me with a knowing smile.
"Oh, hey. Go on in."
"I step inside- smelling some heavy pot right away- to a front entry area that opened to a living room. There were several guys standing, or sitting around in there, talking, drinking, smoking and toking. I steeled myself for whatever, remembering that I looked too dowdy to bother with anyway. All I had to do was make sure that Sir was indeed the leader of this group of malcontents, and get him alone.
"I stepped demurely to the threshold of the living room, the guys inside noticing me now, and I was wondering which of them I should ask for directions to Sir. Just then, another one comes from the back of the house, through the room with a wrench in his hand and on his way to somewhere else until he sees me. He smiles and I blush, because I remember him from the evening before as he diverts to where I'm standing. Yeah, he walks up to me with a smile, so I smile politely back because there really wasn't anything else... you know. I ask him where I could find Sir, and he grabs my crotch.
"And despite what happened the evening before, this behaviour still shocked me because I just wasn't used to men acting like that. Well, also because it somehow excited me. I was quite ashamed of that, as I had been the evening before, but there it was. For the first two or three seconds, I could only stand there staring at him with my hands at my sides, jaw agape. When I realized that everyone was watching, I suddenly put my hands on his forearm and at least tried to make a show of resistance, but he only laughed and went on massaging as my thighs were forced to spread for his hand.
"How'd you like sucking my cock?" he asks me.
"Oh, fff- I- ohhh!"
"By the time he let go, my face was beet red and my pussy was moist. He tells me to go upstairs, down the hall and to talk to Ace. I actually thanked him and, looking down at the carpet in humiliation, I started on my timid way through the living room to the staircase on the side wall. A couple of them grabbed at my tits on the way through and I had to stop and allow it. I didn't expect them to tear my blouse halfway open, but after grabbing at my ass and massaging my crotch again, they let me go.
"I made it up the stairs and saw a big, tall bald guy with a gun in the waistband of his leather pants standing in front the door at the end of the hall. I assumed this was Ace and I started down the hallway, getting mauled by a short, late thirtyish brunette chick in a cowboy hat before I could get there. Obviously, I'm intimidated by a large bald guy with a pistol, but I managed to ask permission to see Sir in a small voice as he's looking down my half unbuttoned blouse.
"Like I mentioned, the house itself was quite nice if you could look beyond certain damages. It boasted an open layout with spacious rooms, the master bedroom being no different. Its walls were a sort of chalky red colour with white trim. Heavy, wine coloured curtains were drawn over the two tall bay windows and a desk faced out of the far corner, the man sitting behind it being Sir. As I mentioned, he wasn't that bad looking if a girl didn't mind character, and he certainly seemed to have some idea of taste judging by his personal surroundings. He could have stood to lose a few pounds and he'd never compete with any celebrities, but he had a certain cut to his jib that no celebrity did. It showed in his face. Something else that showed in his face was nerve, and lots of it.
"He called me over, his attention bound to the room's three other occupants on the large bed. It was Mr. Bigcock and another guy, holding a woman's legs wide open. She was in her mid to late forties, dressed in business attire and pretty in her own proud way with long, dark hair and dark eyes. She looked up at me and it was immediately obvious that she didn't want to be there by the humiliation in her features. She looked back down and between her legs, resignedly pulling the crotch of her panties aside for Mr. Bigcock as his fully erect member came forward."
"Ms. Totten here is my lawyer," Sir told me once I was standing before him.
"I watched her mouth twitch at the big, hard monster that was nudging her pussy lips aside, her expression one of shock and disbelief. Then she bit her bottom lip, letting out a sudden, desperate grunt as he began working his way in."
"She doesn't think it's
ethically
viable
for her to be here today, but she sure thought it was ethically viable when she wanted me to get Mr. Wrong off her back six months ago."
"Ooouuuuuuhhh!!!"
"Another victim of the fine print, you might say. She knows all about that shit. Anyway, she's gonna be a while and Bugger says you need practice, so go suck some cock till I'm ready for you."
