My flatmate, Sheila, is one of those quiet types. You know, spends most of her time in her room, hardly goes out and never has friends over or entertains. I don’t think in the two years that we’ve shared our flat have I seen her with a guy.
She’s a librarian. Loves her job and always has her nose in a book. That’s how we met. I was advertising for a flatmate and asked if I could put an ad up on the bulletin board. She came over, loved the place and moved in the very next week.
We generally keep to ourselves but lately she’s changed. I’d spied her coming out of the bathroom one Saturday after she’d come home. She’d been wearing mascara, her eyes were smudged and black, her lips were raw and swollen, her hair all mussed up.
She looked like she’d been out having a good time and, for Sheila, that was so out of character.
When I tried to ask her about it she lowered her head and quickly made her way back to her room. It was no big deal. She was a grown woman and able to do whatever she pleased. Why the secrecy, I wondered, and being inquisitive by nature I began to snoop around her room when she wasn’t home.
Didn’t find much. Not even sexy lingerie, which made me wonder even more. If she wasn’t getting dressed up to please someone then what was she getting up to?
You can therefore imagine my curiosity when she began going out every Friday night and didn’t come back home until early Saturday afternoon. She’d sleep most of the day away, get up for a quick meal on Saturday night then lock herself away in her room for the rest of the weekend.
My boyfriend John said I was too nosy. He said I should leave her alone, not worry about her and what she was doing, but I couldn’t let it go, I had to know what she was up to so one night I followed her.
I’d talked it over with John, told him what I was going to do but he wouldn’t come with me. This particular Friday night I watched her leave and then after about 30 seconds I ran down the fire escape and hid around the side of the building. I watched her jump into a cab and, fortunately for me, one was idling on the other side of the road. A quick whistle from me and, with the squeal of tyres, the cab did a U-turn. I jumped in, and like in the movies, I said, ‘Follow that cab.’
Now that I was in hot pursuit I wondered about how silly I’d look if she pulled up at a church choir or somewhere equally as innocent. I hadn’t even thought about what I’d do once she arrived at her destination.
We were driving to the outskirts of the city, near the wharfs where all the large warehouses were situated. What was so interesting out here? I wondered if this was the same place she went to every Friday night or was tonight different? I should have just asked her instead of involving myself in this ridiculous chase, and don’t know why I never did.
We ran over the old railway track, over cobblestones and then onto a rough track, heading out towards the far reaches of the wharf. She certainly seemed keen on keeping her affairs private.
I asked the driver to kill the lights – didn’t want her to know she was being followed as there was hardly any other traffic. An old hobo here and there, a stray dog and mounds of rubbish.
To be honest a prickle of fear rose in me as I took in the surroundings. My hand stole in my purse to make sure my mobile phone was still in there, just in case I needed it. I was begging to wonder the wisdom of my decision and what John would say if something happened to me.
I was about to tell my driver to turn around and take me home when her taxi slowed down and then pulled up. Excited now at the prospect of finding out where this trip had led me I asked the driver to keep going, to slow down but continue on.
Peering out the back window I saw her alight and quickly run up the stairs of an old warehouse and knock at a big door. As it opened, light spilled over the stairs. I could only see the outline of a very tall, well-built guy. Just before the door closed I glimpsed that there were other people in there as well.
My heart raced and I checked my purse, making sure my phone was switched on before paying the driver. Jumping from the cab I watched the rear tail lights disappear into the night and hurried back to skirt the building and its surroundings.
At one stage I tripped over something and almost found myself sprawled on the ground. Fortunately, I righted myself and continued on more carefully. It certainly wouldn’t do to have to break something and call an ambulance now would it? Down the alleyway I saw light squeezing out from between curtains.
Making sure no one else was about I found an old crate, checking it for stability before placing it under the window. I held my breath as I climbed up on it to peer between the crack in the curtains. The room was decked out beautifully. There was no comparison between the shabby exterior and the opulent furnishings and décor that were fitted inside.
Men, good-looking men dressed in suits, were sitting on leather armchairs being waited on by half-naked women. The women were dressed in long flowing gowns, sheer all the way through, and even from this distance I could see that they were naked underneath.
My heart missed a beat when I saw Sheila kneeling at the feet of a handsome man seated upon what could only be described as a throne. Her head was bowed and two young women were standing beside her, an arm each resting on her shoulders as though preventing her from rising. These girls, acting like guards, were dressed in short tunics, which were draped over one shoulder, exposing a breast.
I licked my lips nervously, never having thought that this would be something I’d be witnessing tonight. I wished John had come with me. He probably wouldn’t believe me – even I was having difficulty trying to believe that Sheila was actually here.
The two female guards pulled her to her feet. She struggled with them, acting as though she wanted to leave. I was unsure of what to do. Should I bang on the door and demand they let her go, or was this how she got her kicks? After all she did know the guy who let her in and no one had forced her here.
The guards began to rip off her clothing and she fought with them but to no avail. Within minutes she was naked, her hands covering herself. I found myself getting turned on as I watched. I never realised what a magnificent-looking body she had. Her breasts were full and voluptuous, swinging as she struggled. Her legs were toned beautifully and her bush of pubic hair was like a tiny little mohawk, black like the hair on her head, standing out against the whiteness of her skin.
A rustling nearby startled me. I peered into the darkness, my nerves getting the better of me as I noticed a quick movement and the distinct scratching of nails over tin as a rat scuttled among rubbish bins.
I brought my attention back to Sheila and saw that they had forced her to turn around, to stand and show herself. She kept her head lowered, but one of the girls yanked her hard by the hair and her neck tilted backwards causing her to stumble forward. She looked magnificent. It was obvious that the men who were seated were giving their approval as a murmur filtered through the window.
Dragging her across to a post that was situated in the middle of the room they tied her hands behind her back. She had her head lowered again as though embarrassed, looking downward and one of the guards pulled out the bun she had her hair twisted into. Her hair was longer than I’d ever seen it and it fell like a shawl around her shoulders and down her back.
The guards pulled her hands up over her head and strapped her to another rope and pulled upwards. I gasped as her breasts strained forward; her abdomen sunk in, tilting her pelvis forward as she was tied to the post. Her gorgeous breasts were heaving and then the guards positioned her legs apart, securing them to some hooks that were bolted in the floor.
Fuck, what was this shit she was into?
Spreadeagled like that, she looked magnificent. Like a goddess being offered for a sacrifice. I wondered if she knew how spectacularly striking she looked. The guy who had been sitting on the throne approached her, slowly walking around, his hand trailing over her body.
He crushed her breasts roughly, cruelly, before tweaking at her nipples, pulling them forward and rolling them around his fingers. I watched him clip something to them and a chain hung downwards, swaying every time she breathed. Mine hardened as I pinched them, wondering what it would feel like to have them clamped like that. Then his hand roamed down her thigh before roughly grabbing at her pussy.
I peered about in the darkness hoping the rat had gone, making sure no one was watching me.
The guy’s mouth crushed into hers as he continued to explore her body, manhandling her. He pulled back from her and, even at this distance, I could see the wild passion that was simmering in her face – the lust and desire. He stood staring at her, his hand pulling her head back by her hair as he ravished the curve of her neck.
Scanning the room I saw that most of the girls were either sitting on the armchairs or resting at the feet of the men. Some men were fondling the girls openly, others were watching, waiting for who-knew-what to happen.
I didn’t know if I should leave, go home and forget I’d seen this. It was her private business after all. If she wanted to be controlled and used by these people that was her affair. Who was I to judge? To be honest, I wouldn’t have minded it myself. The thought of all those eyes boring into me, watching every move that was being made, was making me very wet.
So for that reason I stayed.
The guy beckoned one of the other girls to come forward and, when she did, he pushed her roughly to the floor, directly between Sheila’s open thighs. He spoke to her and I watched, mesmerised, as she rose slightly so that her face was level with Sheila’s pussy.
Her tongue snaked out to lick her slit. Sheila struggled against the restraints as though horrified by what was happening to her. A hard slap to her thigh and she stopped. Then, while the woman on the floor was licking her pussy, another woman crisscrossed rope tightly around her as they trussed her to the pole.
I wondered what she’d taste like, how she’d feel if it was me between her legs. The thought of it had me wanting to break down the door and join in.
The ropes were now pulled so tight that her beautiful breasts strained forward from her body, the nipples darkening as blood pooled there. With the nipples clamps attached the pain must have been exquisite. Within minutes her breasts were coloured purple and the woman between her legs was now on her knees, her tongue snaking up her body, licking her flesh, lingering on her tortured nipples before continuing on to kiss her mouth.
The man’s hand reached out and, in one quick rip, he tore the garment that the woman was wearing off her body. Naked, she rubbed her body into Sheila’s, grinding her pelvis into her as though trying to rub their clits together, her arse cheeks clenching as she did. She mashed their breasts against each other’s nipples, moving her body from side to side before her mouth devoured Sheila’s.
The man began to whip her arse. Red welts quickly appeared as he lashed at her while her hands roamed over Sheila’s body. She pushed her arse out, greeting each new slap with relish.
My arse cheeks clenched and my pussy throbbed as I wondered how it would feel to have a whip being lashed at you. Again I wished John was here. This was something I wouldn’t mind trying in the privacy of our own room, but I would be loath to suggest it. Didn’t want him thinking I was weird.
The two female guards left Sheila and stood before the man, undoing his trousers and allowing his cock to spring forth. Man, what a cock! It was huge. I watched, open mouthed, as one of them fell to the floor in front of him and gobbled it hungrily into her mouth. The other undressed him, removing all his clothing until he stood there nude. Some of the other women who had been sitting beside the men in the leather chairs were now either sitting astride them or sucking their cocks.
What was this place? What was Sheila into? Who would have believed that this quiet flatmate of mine was into all this kinky shit? My hand stole into my panties and I opened my legs so I could finger myself while watching. My pussy was saturated. I looked about, making sure no one was around and quickly pulled them off, stuffing them into my handbag.
I wanted to masturbate like crazy but didn’t want to miss anything else. The woman with Sheila was back between her legs looking up at her snatch. A few men had come closer to observe their antics. One pushed his cock in the woman’s mouth while fondling Sheila’s nipples. Then his fingers were pushing into her pussy, finger-fucking her while another man began to grope her.
The guy that had been sitting on the throne began to fuck another woman who was bent over a table as though waiting for anyone to come along and give her a serve. He rammed himself into her, slapping her on the arse before pulling out and allowing someone else the pleasure.
This was too much for me and, dropping my bag, I lifted one leg onto a brick that jutted out from the building, balancing myself so I could pull back the hood to expose my clit. It was hard and throbbing and I rubbed quickly, revelling in the orgasm that followed. With my fingers slipping among my folds I hurriedly fingered myself, loving the feel of my silky juices.
I was thankful it was so dark. I couldn’t imagine what someone would think if they happened to see me, to see what I was doing.
But I wanted more. Needed more. Picking up my bag I punched in my home number, desperate for John to come here and witness what I was seeing. When he answered I was in the middle of another orgasm and I breathed heavily into the phone.
‘Who is that?’ I heard him demand.
‘Darling, it’s me,’ I whispered.
‘Who? Speak up?’ he yelled.
‘John it’s me, Melissa. You’ve got to come down here and see what’s happening. It’s Sheila, she’s been tied up and there’s this big orgy going on,’ I babbled.
‘What? What did you say?’ he asked, obviously disbelieving me.
‘It’s Sheila. She’s tied up to a post ...everyone’s naked ... men ... women ... you’ve got to come down here ... you won’t believe it until you see it.’
‘You’re bullshitting me,’ he said. ‘Hurry up and get home. The football’s half over. You said you’d make me supper.’
‘Are you listening to me? I don’t give a flying fuck about your stupid football. There’s an orgy going on and I’ve got front-row seats. Now get your arse down here before I go and join in the party.’
I gave him the directions demanding he had better hurry. Back in the warehouse – or should I call it a whorehouse – they’d untied Sheila and had her laid out on a table. One guy was fucking her while another had his cock in her mouth. She was sucking as though starved, while another two guys were at her breasts.
You’ve got no idea what it’s like to see someone you know, someone who you’ve always assumed innocent and sweet being ravished in such a raw and sexual way. I’d never seen a live sex show so to see a friend participating in this way was mindblowing to say the least.
The guy from the throne said something and then she was turned over, her legs placed neatly on the floor with her gorgeous arse twitching in front of him. One guy began to tongue her hole while hands held her down, then the guy inched his cock into her hole for a few seconds before pulling back and ramming it into her. She screamed out loudly and I looked about hoping no one had heard.
This was way too wicked and deliciously sinful!
Sheila lifted her head to peer over her shoulder and, if I hadn’t seen her face, I would never have believed it. She was wild, her hair tousled about her face, her mouth open, breathing hard, searching for something, yelling out something.
‘Give me a fucking cock to suck,’ I thought I heard her demand.
Two guys rushed over to oblige. She went from one to the other, sucking and licking like crazy. The guy from the throne pulled himself out and tore her away from the guys. He lay on his back, his massive cock pointing up in the air. Sheila threw herself onto him, impaling herself on his cock, riding him like a wild bull at a rodeo.
This was too much for me. I rummaged through my bag, looking for something, anything to fuck myself with. I located a hairbrush. The handle wasn’t very long, but it was hard and I needed something firm inside me. My fingers just weren’t enough.
I looked back to witness a guy pulling open Sheila’s cheeks as she lay half over the guy she was fucking. This guy rammed his cock into her arse and sandwiched her there like that as they both fucked her mercilessly. Her hands shot out and grabbed a cock, pulling it into her mouth.
I didn’t know how she managed to balance herself; my eyes were glued to the image before me.
I heard a car coming and hid by the side of the building, watching in the shadows. It was a taxi. Finally! I was desperate to have John. I held my breath as footsteps came closer and then he rounded the corner. I grabbed him, threw him against the wall and grounded myself into his body while attacking his clothes.
I tore at them, wild for a fuck, ripping his shirt and throwing it onto the ground. His hands were all over me, tugging at my breasts, up under my skirt and I heard the intake of his breath, the approval in his moan as his fingers sank into my saturated pussy.
Throwing me to the ground he fell on me, his huge cock sinking straight in. I wrapped my legs around his back, bucking into him, my fingers tearing into the flesh on his back. We were wild, like two dogs fucking. I couldn’t get enough of him as my orgasm gushed around his cock. He roughly rolled me over, pulled me up by the hips and fucked me doggy style and why not? We were like animals – wild, untamed, savagely fucking each other in the darkness as though our lives depended on it.
Finally, with my knees scraped and bleeding, he collapsed onto my back, his breathing ragged in my ears. I didn’t want him to stop and pushed back at him, demanding more, much more.
‘Oh God,’ he whispered, barely able to speak. ‘You’re fucking amazing.’
This voice! This voice didn’t belong to John. I turned around, pushing him away from me, staring hard into the blackness. This guy was blond. John was dark. Who was this guy I’d just allowed to fuck me? On shaky legs, I tried to stand, unsure of what to say or do.
‘Who are you?’ I asked, horrified that I’d just been fucked by a total stranger.
‘The taxi driver,’ he said, searching for his clothes.
The taxi driver. Where the fuck was John? I thought he’d brought John here, that I was fucking John. Oh, my God, what had I done? I heard footsteps in the darkness and another figure came closer. He lit a cigarette. It was John. He was grinning from ear to ear.
‘What the hell ...’ I began.
‘What are you up to?’ he asked.
‘He – he seduced me,’ I mumbled, terrified of John’s reaction to what he’d just witnessed.
‘Seduced you? You’ve got to be kidding. After what I just saw I’d say you practically raped him.’
He seemed serious and I was scared, scared of losing him.
‘I thought ... thought that he was you ... that it was you I was making love to,’ I mumbled nervously.
‘Relax. I told the driver what you’d told me and we made a bet,’ John laughed.
‘What?’ I couldn’t comprehend what he was saying.
‘I said I had the horniest girlfriend in the world and if what she’d just told me over the phone was true then she’d fuck anything on two legs. He’d dropped you off earlier, remembered you and said, “No way”. So I let him come first and it looked like I was right. You didn’t even ...’
I cut him off. ‘You bastard,’ I gasped.
‘Bastard, nothing. You loved it. Admit it?’ he said, reaching over for me.
‘How ... what?’ I didn’t know what to say.
He grabbed my hand and put it on his rock hard cock. The taxi driver had only put on his shirt. I’d always wanted to have a threesome and with John obviously not upset with what had happened it was the perfect opportunity to live out my fantasy, andI was still as fucking horny as before.
‘In the taxi, quick,’ I said, running naked to the car. ‘I want to be sandwiched between the two of you.’
John lay on the back seat, his cock jutting up out of his trousers. I flew on it, throwing myself down on his shaft, screaming out as he thrust it fully inside me. I was like a wild woman, riding him, grinding my pelvis into him, punching his chest as he bucked up into me.
‘Fuck me,’ I screamed over my shoulder to the driver, who was standing in the doorway watching.
He pushed me over and my mouth latched onto John’s, my tongue snaking into his mouth as the driver’s fingers dipped into my pussy, wetting them. Then he was smearing my hole and his knob was probing, trying to force its way in.
‘Hurry up. John, pull my cheeks apart,’ I breathed into his mouth, desperate for this fantasy to come true. ‘For God’s sake, make him hurry up and fuck me.’
With a couple of quick hard slaps on my cheeks, his cock pushed deep into my backside. It was heaven. I’ve never felt anything so wonderful before. The car was rocking while sweat poured off me. We fucked, sucked and then fucked some more. On and on, I just couldn’t get enough.
Eventually we dressed and John made his way over to the crate, peered in the window and watched. I sidled up next to him, my arms holding him tight.
‘Fuck, I love you,’ I whispered in his ear.
‘You’d better,’ he said. ‘There aren’t many guys that would share you. You’re one hot woman, you know.’
‘And what do you think about our Sheila?’
‘I can’t believe it’s her. If I hadn’t come I never would have believed you.’
‘I know. That’s why I rang. I can’t believe you allowed the taxi driver to fuck me like that,’ I said, slapping him on the arm.
‘Well, we’d talked about it long enough and I thought it’s now or never. I must admit I was nervous. Thought you might hit the roof.’
‘It was an amazing experience to be surprised like that. Never in a million years would I have thought you’d initiate something so erotic.’
‘I wonder who these people are,’ John said, his attention back on the action in the warehouse.
‘Probably lawyers and doctors who can’t get their rocks off with their wives at home.’
‘Well, that’s something I’ll never have to worry about, is it?’ he laughed.
‘We should go,’ I said.
‘Yeah, don’t want to get sprung by anyone.’
Back in the cab we invited the driver in when he dropped us off. He reneged, saying he had to actually get some work done but wondered what we might be doing next Friday night. John and I both looked at each other.
‘Pick me up at 9 p.m.,’ I said, as he dropped us at home.
‘I’ll be here,’ he called out the window, tooting as he rounded the corner.
John and I ran up the stairs and into our bedroom. We tore off our clothes and ravished each other again. I’ve never been so fucking horny in all my life. The thought of doing it all again next week had my pussy on fire. After another few hours of lovemaking we finally lay in each other’s arms.
‘Finger me, please,’ I begged.
‘Haven’t you had enough?’ John laughed.
‘I don’t know what’s come over me,’ I said, rubbing my clit.
‘I don’t either, but I sure like it and if it means we’ve got to do this every Friday night then I’m all for it,’ he laughed devilishly.
Eventually I fell into a fitful sleep. I dreamed of being tied up, having all those men staring at me, wanting me and I wondered what Sheila was doing now. As exhaustion finally took over I made myself a promise. I would get Sheila to initiate me into her world and then I’d have everything. Everything I’d ever dreamed of. I couldn’t wait to have another woman’s mouth on me, tasting me and then allowing me to be able to taste them ...
I wondered how John would react to all that.
What an awesome Friday night! I couldn’t wait until the next one.