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The Dare ..Chapter 2Jill sat on the chair, strong room lights clearly illuminating her naked form. Facing the window she looked out at the night and the other wings of the hotel. Below a central courtyard was softly lit, opposite and to either side were solid walls of mainly dark windows. Some lights shone behind curtains while the lights in a few rooms allowed the eye to see inside. The tables, chairs, wall switches all very visible, the surrounding dark seeming to magnify and intensify everything.Her life was swirling, this evening, New Year's Eve, a chance comment had led to a whole new adventure beginning. Paul, her husband, relishing and growing quickly into the role of an assertive master while she had found a thrill in submission, following his every command. Now as she sat naked she could feel a fire in her belly, a trembling rippling through her entire body and a warm wet ooze between her legs. An urge to please had surfaced in her. This urge was eager to be fed and rewarded her with waves of satisfaction, delight and deep powerful orgasms."Good, now put your feet up on the window," commanded Paul.A ripple of joy washed through her as she complied.Jill sat there knowing anyone looking would clearly see her. Paul moved a standard lamp so it lit her front. "That's better, I thought you could put a show on for anyone who wants to watch," purred Paul.Smiling, Jill nodded eager to please, as her hand dipped between her legs."Wait. Stop. Hands behind your head!" Paul barked."Naughty slut wait till I say you can start! What shall I do with you as a forfeit for misbehaving?" he teased.Her pussy was aching to be touched and she could feel her juices trickle down her legs. "Ah, I have an idea," he teased smiling. "No moving until I say."She nodded her heart racing as she heard him walk behind her and start to rummage through their bags. Paul quickly returned smiling broadly. In his hands she could see a piece of cardboard and a thick pen left in the bag from a work trip as well as a dressing gown cord and a scarf. She was confused and excited. Paul sat in front of her and wrote clearly in large letters the number, 312. She recognised it instantly, it was their room number! He moved to the front of the chair and propped the sign against one of the chair legs. The number was brightly lit and in full view. She was no longer a random stranger in a room, anyone seeing her knew what room! Next he quickly wrapped the scarf over her eyes obscuring any real vision, then passed the dressing gown cord around her wrists and secured it behind the chair back, her hands now no longer in her hair but held firm behind the chair back."Now my beautiful slut please me and I will untie you and remove the blindfold. If you're very good I will even remove our room number from view. Disappoint me and they stay in place all night, " he teased."Rule One," he began, "feet stay high up and wide apart. Our audience deserves a good view! Rule Two, you will only speak when I allow it. Rule Three, if something touches your hand you will call out 'let me wank your cock', if it touches your face you will call out 'stick your cock in my mouth, use it fuck it, cum in it. I want your cum!' If it touches your legs or belly you will call out 'finger my slutty hole, pump your fingers in and out of me until I gasp then do it again then fuck me!' You will not question how many hands or whose they are, that's my decision! Rule four, if a voice says 'hello', your reply will be 'I am your new year's present, fuck me, use me as your own slut!"Jill shuddered, she had already flashed strangers and let one grope her ass but this sounded like a whole new level. She was nervous and apprehensive. Was this role play or was Paul serious? What would he really do if she broke the rules and why as she squirmed gently against her bonds did her pussy feel so inflamed, so sensitive and so wet. Why did she feel so excited?The noise of the door opening concentrated her senses and brought her out of the delirium of her thoughts. Her heart was pumping, her pulse thudding loudly in her head as she listened intently. She could hear footfalls around the room. Should she call out or was it Paul? The footfalls faded and she could hear a voice out in the corridor. The door must still be open. More footfalls and then the unmistakable flash and click of a camera. She felt herself flush with embarrassment. She was naked and on show! She was keeping her legs wide open for whoever it was as her pussy dribbled onto the seat, she was past wet, she was dripping. She wanted to beg whoever it was to touch her but the rules! More clicks and flashes, each one somehow making her flinch and spasm in pleasure. More footfalls as however it was left. Jill couldn't believe herself and how horny she was. She was disappointed to be alone! She knew if she could just squeeze her thighs together she would get some relief but the rules! As she squirmed she became aware just how soaked her seat was and it only resulted in her feeling randier and more in need. At last a voice from the doorway."Hello," a voice called out.A voice she didn't recognise but she was too turned on to care. Maybe Paul was in the room, maybe it was him, all she knew was Bakırköy Escort maybe they would touch her and give her relief from an age of need. Now what was she supposed to say...She grinned as she remembered, "I am your New Year's present, fuck me, use me as your own slut!" she pleaded.More muffled noises and then footfalls. Muffled voices then the unmistakable sound of a fly being unzipped. A trembling hand touched her face. Jill struggled to suppress her feelings and sighs. Her mind was a blur all she could think to say came out as more of a plea."My pussy please, please rub it, make me cum and then I will be your slut. I will suck you, let you cum in my mouth, let you fuck me, just please, please make me cum..," she begged.The hand moved down her face onto her chest and began its descent down her body as she groaned in delight. The hand dropped lower and lower as she pushed her hips up to try to meet it. A rustle of clothing by her ears was followed by the tapping of a cock on her cheek. Jill opened her mouth and turned towards it. As she stuck out her tongue a small cock slid into her mouth gagging her. Avidly she began to run her tongue over its head as she sucked heavily on it. The hand had paused just past her belly button. She could feel her hips straining as she tilted them trying to make his fingers reach her point of need. Desperately she began to bob her mouth up and down his cock, sucking hard to encourage him to meet her needs. Her tongue lapped furiously brushing each side of the swollen member in her mouth. She could feel his hand trembling as it rested above her groin, his fingers pushing gently at her shaven area but still too far away to bring her relief but were so close that they excited and aroused her more. A feat she had not thought possible. She tried to speak but as she bobbed her mouth up and off the cock it was thrust more and more vigorously into her mouth. The man was pushing his cock as deep as could into her mouth banging into the back of her throat and making her gag again. A hand grabbed her hair and forced her head forwards impaling the cock deeper into her throat. She began to gag more as the cock was driven deeper and deeper into her yielding mouth. Struggling to breathe and bubbling saliva she sucked away as the other hand descended slowly, finger tip by finger tip dropping towards her open slit. The man was groaning, no words just lust, desire and pleasure as his cock began to tremble. As his finger touched the very top of her opening he cried out with a deep bestial roar and a flood of hot cum washed down her throat. Hungrily she gulped as much as she could down, the thick goo clogging an already crowded airway. She struggled even more to breathe, the only solution was to suck and swallow the cum. The cock was pulled out of her drooling mouth causing a flood of cum and drool to fall onto her chest. His other hand moved away and she heard his footfalls go.."No, please!" she cried out.She heard the door close and new feet approaching or were they the same? Her head spun, her mouth was full of the taste of another man's cum, the same cum that was gently sliding down between her breasts, but whose cum was it? Her breasts were on fire, her nipples were so hard they hurt but she could not reach them. Her pussy had soaked the chair beneath her, it ached, it hurt so much because it needed to be touched. One touch she knew and she would scream in delight as an orgasm would be hers but how? A breath by her ear excited her more, causing her whole body to shake. A voice.."Is that cum I see on my slut? Has her mouth been used? Nod if it has", it commanded.She smiled as she recognised the voice. It was Paul. An eager nod."Did my slut like her mouth being used, did she like taking that cock? You may nod or shake your head at this time nothing else until I say"She smiled and relaxed, what a tease it had been him all along. An eager nod again."Does my slut want more cock, does she want her pussy fucked?"She whimpered but remembered the instructions and nodded only. What a tease he was, he had never driven her this wild with desire before. "Maybe I will reward her by unloading my cock in her later..."She tensed suddenly, later, what did he mean? That had been his cock hadn't it? Suddenly doubt began to flood in. Had a stranger filmed her and had she begged him to fuck her face...she beagn to feel nervous."Now my slut your legs must be tired. You may place them over the arm rests on your chair"They were tired and she complied, almost forgetting that it actually opened her legs even wider until she felt more of her juices slide out. She nearly giggled in delight as this happened."Now slide to the front of the seat, but keep your legs where they are."" Further, further, further." Just as she felt she would slip off the edge, "Good!"His hands gripped one ankle and then the other as she felt something slid around them. Before she could make sense of it she felt her feet pulled back towards the chair's rear legs, a rope or something biting into her ankles, her pussy tilted up and groin strained as it was spread wider. A soft low moan erupted from her."Now slut reward and forfeit time. You called out without Escort Bakırköy permission that will need a forfeit but you did well as my cock sucking slut so that's a reward. I will untie your arms briefly soon. You will touch your pussy and you may cum. The louder you are the happier I am. The more fingers you get in the happier I am and so the less your forfeit, if you're too quiet then I will be unhappy and the greater the forfeit. Are you clear?"She nodded vigorously."Now before I untie you I need to do something, after it's done you will need to beg loudly to get me untie you . The louder you are and the filthier your mouth the faster I untie you and the happier I am. Scream for your cunt and mouth to be used and I will be happy. Now wait."What a turn on, she felt so powerless and yet so eager to please. Footsteps went away then the creak of a door. The sound of dragging. He was such a tease trying to make her believe the room door was wide open! It was the bathroom, he would not really go as far as leaving her bound in front of an open door in a hotel. She knew he was just trying to turn her on and god it was working!"You may begin!""Please let me touch my cunt!" she began her voice raising in volume with each sentence."Please, I want to rub my wet hole. I need to stick my fingers deep in my twat! I am your slut to command. Let me show you how well I can serve. I will be your slut all night. I will fuck myself in front of any one", she begged.By now her voice was shouting loudly, the mood had overtaken her. She was relishing in this roleplay and sense had long since given way to desire. A need to please overwhelmed anything else and throwing herself into the act she continued."Please I am your whore, I will suck any cock, and fuck any one and everyone you can find. Let me show you how good a slut I can be! Cover me, fill me with cum!"A voice by her ear, "Good slut!"Then a hand brushed hers and released her wrists. Instantly she moved her hands. One cupped her left breast, kneading it, stroking it and squeezing it, before she moved on to her aching nipple. The other hand had dived for her loins."I'm so horny!" she moaned, "please let me play with my cunt all night. Let me show you how wet it is. How wet you have made me. How much it needs cock and cum. Let me sink my fingers deep in and show you how a slut finger fucks herself. Let me show you how much a slut can get in her cunt and how wet it makes her!"She carried on screaming obscenities oblivious to everything as her fingers found her swollen bud and began to rub. Although tied by her legs she still bucked her hips hard against her fingers as the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced washed through. She was groaning with lust, screaming for more cocks and cum, explaining how she was a true slut and a variety of filthy ways she was going to prove it. Jill moved her hand from her breasts down to her slit and without delay thrust three of her own fingers into the opening. Instantly they were soaked in her juices. Despite being so aroused she could only get them into her second knuckle. Her cunt had contracted hard against them as wave after wave of orgasm wracked her body. With each thrust she felt herself widden. A strange fury had gripped her. Normally she only liked one digit in her and then only gentle motions but tonight she was attacking her own cunt with savage stabbing motions. Each stab emitted a soggy thud as she drove her fingers in, each thrust a groan from her. With each thrust more liquid escaped. As she rode a wave of satisfaction and gave an extra loud groan she drove her three fingers into the fist knuckle. As she withdrew her fingers she began to wriggle her fourth finger in, gasping at how much it stretched her, how much it hurt and how good it felt. Each stab of her own hand stretched her cunt wider and wider and soon she had all four fingers shuttling in and out of her own sloppy slurping slit. Now for the hardest bit, she pushed her thumb against her middle two finger tips and pressed all the four fingers and her own thumb against the wet entrance. She pushed gently but to little avail, harder and harder she pressed as she wriggled her digits in, pain and pleasure taking turns to wash through her. Forwards and backwards her hand pulsed, each press more progress, two knuckles in then to her fist, the widest bit. Her cunt hurt she thought it would split but shouting how much of a whore she was had had a marked effect on her. She wanted her own fist in her own cunt, she craved it. Desire exceeded pain and with a final groan of delight she felt her cunt give and her hand slipped inside herself. The orgasm it produced left her breathless. Time had flown by and she had no idea how long she had been doing this. All she knew was it felt good!"Well done slut, " Paul's voice by her ear congratulated her, "now your reward. I will remove the blindfold and let you see."She was exhausted and elated, she had been lost in a world of pleasure totally removed from reality. So removed from reality that she was startled to see the window in front of her. Instantly it came back, this was a hotel, she was on show. As her eyes adjusted she looked out of the window. Bakırköy Escort Bayan When she had begun there were only a few lights and open curtains, now there were a lot. Nearly every lit window had at least one face in it some more. How many faces she could not work out but at a glance maybe twenty perhaps thirty. Her eyes widened and her hands froze. She pulled her hand out of herself and tried to cover herself with them. Paul appeared and took hold of her slime covered wrist."That was a beautiful show, my angel. The first of many. Your audience loved it! Now your reward, let's get that cunt of yours fucked, let's fill your mouth with cum...what do you say my slut?"She longed for his cock to service it, to ride it and be impaled upon it."Yes, yes. Fuck my cunt, fill my mouth with cum, fill my cunt with cum. I want cock now!" she begged."Hands behind the chair again slut. When you're bound you will get your wish!"She was only too eager to comply and whimpered in delight. Very soon her hands were bound. She didn't care she was on show, Paul would draw the curtains any second now before fucking her. To her shock she felt her chair being picked up. How? leapt into her mind, Paul wasn't that strong. Her chair was turned so it was side on to the window and side on to the bed. The bed which Paul was sat on. The bed he was sat on grinning between four other grinning men. She froze, she could see the room door, it was open and in it at least three more watching, leering guys. All had wanton lust written all over their faces.."You heard the slut guys, she needs cock. It's only polite to do as she asks, she wants cum in her mouth and her cunt needs fucking. Happy New year!"Her mouth dropped open in shock. The men moving the chair were naked and the nearest one lost no time thrusting his nine inch cock deep into her mouth. She gagged and tried to breathe. At the same time she felt a man's hands on her knees swiftly followed by an equally large cock pushed into her stretched wet cunt. She gasped, moaned and gagged, her cunt betrayed her by contracting sharply and gripping the cock. The standing man gripped her by the back of the head and began to mercilessly face fuck her. Her audience had been driven wild with desire, driven wild by her show and her demands. What she thought was role play was real, very real and she was powerless. She was too aroused, too tired, too helpless, to think or to respond or to react. All she could do was try to breathe and swallow the cock, all her cunt wanted was cock, it craved being filled. The men were clearly expectant and excited. Glancing around she could see several of them stripping as more entered. From every pair of trousers erect cocks were springing. Another man had moved to her opposite side and was rubbing his swollen cock violently. With a grunt the first man's cock spewed its wad of hot cum into her mouth, she struggled to breathe and to swallow as the cum filled her mouth. She could feel a stream of it run down her face as he withdrew and a new man filled his place. She looked up to see Paul, smiling, naked, his hard cock erect. As she focussed on him she saw his phone raised, on the screen her body, her face being recorded on video. Her mouth with a line of cum drooling from it. As he changed the angle she could see her pussy as a cock pounded in and out of it. She saw the phone pan around the room, the doorway, the window and the lights outside before she saw it return to her face. Paul's other hand cupped her lower jaw, gently pulling it open. On the phone screen she could see that covering her tongue was a layer of sticky white cum. Paul continued to hold her jaw open as the new standing man cried out then shot his load into her mouth. Man after man came forth. Each one wanking into her mouth. Wave upon wave of cum flooded into it. Her mouth filled, she could see the white cream load covering her face, filling her mouth and rolling down her chin as Paul continued to film. Meanwhile one cock replaced another in her sore swollen aching cunt which was dripping with cum from various men. Each new thrust squelched loudly with a mixture of her juices and people's cum oozing out of it. Her head span, cock after cock, load after load. She became aware of Paul speaking."Six...Seven..Eight..."It made little sense until she realised he was counting the number of men who had cum in her mouth. She was struggling to breathe with her mouth overflowing with cum and his hand still holding it open. The more she struggled the more she could see the cum sliding out of her mouth coating her chin, neck and chest."Ten. Stop guys let's move the slut to the bed"She felt relief, she was exhausted both physically and emotionally, her cunt was sore on fire through overuse. As she felt hands moving to untie her numbed limbs Paul clamped his hand over her mouth shutting it whilst also pinching her nose shut with his other hand. On reflex she swallowed the whole contents of her mouth in one. With this action his hands moved allowing her to gasp air in through her nose, at which stage he pulled her jaw open for the camera to show an empty mouth. Next thing she realised she was lying on her back on the bed, strangers hands holding her legs high and wide. Paul knelt between them filming a sea of cum oozing from her. She could hear him thanking people and finally shutting the door as one by one they left. She had wanted to tease him about a game of dares, but this was a game of dares that had gone far too far.