Neighborly Lust (Part 5)

Neighborly Lust (Part 5) Don Abdul ©2010

On the drive back home, I tried desperately to purge my mind of fantasies of Paige’s hot tongue on my hungry pussy, while Gabrielle sucked and nibbled on my taut nipples. Alas I was unsuccessful as being so close and yet so distant from Gabrielle made me suffer repeated relapse into an erotic daydream about a fantasy threesome of downright debauched strap on sex.

I was so lost in the moment that I didn’t even realize that the distant moans that kissed my ears were actually a product of my own self stimulation. In the heat of my passionate daydream my hand had migrated under my skirt where my fingers sought and caressed my engorged pussy lips.

My needy cunt twitched and my nipples poked hard at the front of my shirt, while my other hand instinctively rose to the occasion tweaking and rubbing my sensitive nipples and freeing my pleasure cries. Shifting forward in my seat, I began to finger my clit, circling it as waves of pleasure washed over my body. I hoped against hope that Gabrielle would show mercy and relieve me of my pent up sexual tension, but I guess she was having way too much fun to let me off so easily. All she said was “Oh yes bitch! Make some sexual music.”

As my fingers worked faster and my hip thrust harder I heard repeated tooting of horns on the edge of my consciousness but I was too engrossed in the act of self loving to care. My head was spinning and my body trembling as my fingers worked even faster. Two fingers fucked my cunt in and out while my thumb rubbed my clit until I was swept up into a whirlwind of sheer pleasure. My body slammed right back into the passenger seat of the vintage car as I climaxed, I could have sworn that Gabrielle chose the very moment of my orgasm to gun the engine, but I guess I’ll never know for sure. It sprinkled my release with a different kind of flavor though.

As my eyes fluttered open and my body calmed down, I did notice the raucous tooting of horns, clearly this time. “What the fuck!” I started to curse as I saw the leery, seedy grins on the faces of the drivers of the trucks and SUV’s that flanked us on both lanes on the freeway. I was at first perplexed, then angry and then my cheeks burned crimson as I realized I was also so excited that Gabrielle had deliberately exposed me to all those strangers while I masturbated.

Looking down quickly to take stock of what might have been on display, I realized it was all hanging out. My shirt was open and my tits out and my skirt had hitched up so high my dripping wet shaven pussy was open for all to see. I suddenly became aware of the breeze fluffing my hair about and realized the bitch Gabrielle had taken off the roof of her convertible vintage ride and thus left nothing to the imagination. It seemed she was making a statement of her claim. I was her bitch, and she could do whatever she liked with me. If I ever had any doubt about that fact, now I knew it for sure.

There were lots of whistling, salutes and adulation from my naughty audience and I was shocked to find myself enjoying all the attention so much I actually smiled and began to wave right back at them too. Looking in the rear view mirror I noticed that we had built up quite a heavy traffic spot around our car too. Gabrielle must have done the math too as she immediately raised the roof and gunned the engine once more and weaved us through the traffic and away from the fading cacophony of tooting horns.

The rest of the journey home was short and uneventful, Gabrielle dropped me at my front lawn and then almost as an after thought said. Come on over tomorrow at 7 p.m. We’re having a few friends over for dinner. She scribbled a something on a piece of card and handed it to me, but before I could even read it her car was already rolling away.

***************** The next day I dashed out into the Saturday morning traffic and went shopping for an outfit to wear for the dinner party as she had commanded in her note, and then I tried to keep busy with other mundane stuff through the course of the day. My mind kept drifting to the possibilities that awaited me at the dinner later that night. Gabrielle had tortured me enough and I had taken all of her teasing without complaining, so I figured it was about time I got some kind of reward, but she had been so cryptic. She hadn’t even hinted at the dinner until the very last minute before she drove off.

Later that evening, I laid out my outfit on my king sized bed, and then slinked into the shower to prepare myself for the great night ahead.

First I lathered up my pussy and then with great care and attention shaved the stubble that had begun to emerge on my crotch. I needed my pubis to be clean shaven and irresistible tonight, which should improve my chances of getting fucked. I felt a shiver run through my body as I imagined myself being gang banged like whore, ‘I should get so lucky!’ I thought feeling forlorn.

After shaving everything baby smooth, I continued my ablutions with a long, hot shower, and then I inspected myself with a practiced hand ensuring there was no stubble or stray hair anywhere. The trick for me was ensuring that a finger could slide along my wet cunt and feel nothing but smooth skin.

As my finger grazed the rosebud of my clit, I inhaled sharply and paused for a moment, wondering how best to get Gabrielle and Santos to use me the way that my body craved. Rubbing myself with the water streaming down my back and over my breasts; I imagined their fingers, tongues, and the hot sting of their hands as they spank my ass. The mental image in my head was so vivid I had to scream out to stop myself from cumming yet again. I needed to reserve my energy for the unknown pleasures the dinner would bring; deprivation always heightened and deepened my orgasm.

After shower, I applied a subtle but sensually stimulating fragrance, weaved my hair into long pigtails, and skillfully applied light make-up that made me look so fresh and natural. I devoted extra to my eyes applying shades and liner to my eye lids to accentuate my eyes and make them look large and mesmerizing. I did my lips into a tantalizingly glossy pout, and looked myself over in the mirror with a feeling of pride, and quickly put on the rest of my outfit. When I was done dressing up, My cleavage was subtle, but definitely captivating. Just a hint of swell came up over my ruffled, Lacy bra. I smiled at the prospect of showing off my cleavage to the dinner guests and making their cocks and pussies tingle.

Beneath my short skirt, I wore absolutely nothing, as instructed in her note. I could feel my pussy lips rubbing each other each time I moved. I gave my cunt a quick squeeze and my clit tingle in its sheath, making me even more excited than I already was if that was possible.

‘Oh my God! Some vagrant might just rape me before I make it to the fucking dinner party the way I’m looking right now.’ I thought to myself. Next I put on my black, knee length overcoat, tying the belt around my middle and giving myself a final once over in the mirror. Finally I took a deep breath and then made my way towards the front door.

********************************** I rang the door bell which was hidden from view by the leafy branch of a nearby potted plant and as I was about to press the button a second time the door swung open. Standing there with a very warm welcoming smile was Santos; he was looking painfully handsome with his new hair cut which showed off his powerful jaw line. ‘Oh my God! Isn’t he so fit, and hot and sexy?’ His dark good looks started to kindle my lusty desires, and I was so tempted to turn his proffered kiss on my cheek into a full blown French kiss. I however resisted the urge due to fear of Gabrielle’s hellish retribution. ‘Once bitten twice shy I thought.’ I chuckled mentally.

I stepped into the living room and he offered to take my coat, and then as I took off my coat to reveal my outfit for the evening, all hell broke loose literally.

“Oh my God! You’re so fucking hot!” Santos literally screamed in his wide eyed excitement. He seemed so properly thrilled as he starred at my outfit taking in all the detail; I fluttered the lashes of my almond shaped eyes, which looked large and mesmerizing. I pouted my glistening glossy lips seductively as his eyes paid tribute to my checkered gray, blue and black plaid pleated schoolgirl skirt that stopped way high above the knee.

I noticed his flared nostrils as his eyes rested briefly ay my knee length gray socks and my black ankle boots with 3″ heels which made my well toned legs look a mile long. I have always been a submissive but his total fascination with my outfit gave me a brief feeling of power. I enjoyed that feeling so much I decided to see if I could extend it for a little longer, knowing full well that it wouldn’t last anyways.

Dropping the little pink knapsack I had been clutching in my hand as part of my ensemble, I bent over to pick it up thus flashing him a glimpse of my very tempting cleavage. His eyes were still riveted to the swell of prime tit flesh over my ruffled bra when I stood back up and began to walk past him into the room.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” I was startled and almost crashed into Gabrielle who must have observed all the flirting I was doing with her man. A cold shiver ran up my spine as I felt terrified that she might be offended as I hadn’t secured her permission to flirt with him, but she only smiled and clapped her hands almost proudly.

Gabrielle was looking spanking hot in her dominatrix outfit too. She had her brunette hair piled into a bun at the top of her head and she wore a black nylon one piece dress which hugged her body so tightly it showed off the sexy curves of her gorgeous tits and ass. It also stopped well above her knee and the split at the back of the dress ran almost all the way to the crack of her ass.

As she stood there with her legs seductively parted, my eyes longingly caressed her heart racing knee boots with 3” heels which added substance to her domineering persona.

“I see you have proved to be an obedient slut.” She enthused, and before I could think of the right response to make, Santos moved over to her and took her in his arms kissing her full on the mouth and saying to her in an emotionally subdued voice, “Gracias mami! Thank you so much for my birthday treat.”

I looked from her to him with confusion in my big almond eyes, but again before I could ask what the emotional drama was about, Gabrielle explained. “You must be confused Jacquie, but let me explain. See Papi here is has a school girl fetish; he loves to see women dressed up as school girls and gangbangged. I was going to hire an escort to make his birthday party a fantasy fulfilled but then you came along in the nick of time.”

“Oh!” I said as it became crystal clear to me. My heart was extremely gladdened by the confirmation that I was to be gangbangged tonight. It had been a closely guarded secret fantasy of mine for many years but I’ve never acted upon it beyond the odd threesome here and there over the years.

“Happy Birthday Sir.” I greeted Santos, openly recognizing his position of power for the first time. In response he slapped my ass hard and out of the corner of my eyes I could see that his crotch was still swollen from my earlier teasing. For the second time I dropped my knapsack again and bent over to retrieve it, this time my ass was sticking out in the air towards the couple and I was greatly pleased when I heard Santo’ sharp intake of air.

“Oh Jacquie, you’re such a shameless slut!” Gabrielle said laughing as Santos again spanked my exposed butt. I bent lower and parted my legs even further to give him a better view of my moistened pussy lips and I jumped literally when he spanked my cunt sending a shockwave through my sex deprived body.

As we moved to the bar, I was pleasantly surprised to see Paige again. We hugged and greeted each other enthusiastically, she pinched my ass as we French kissed briefly. I felt comfortable though as I was confident that I had Gabrielle’s tacit approval. Paige in turn introduced me to her male companion Max. Max was a tall handsome blonde artist and model, he wasn’t anywhere as well built as Santos, and if the bulge in his crotch was any indication neither was he as well endowed. Still if Paige had brought him along to this party, she must know an impressive thing or two about his ability to work his tool.

Standing behind the bar and handing out drinks was a tall big black man with the brightest smile I’ve seen in years. Gabrielle introduced Omar. Omar was Santos’s friend and team mate from their college football days; he was also an architect and Santos’s business partner. From the naughty glint in Gabrielle’s eyes when she introduced Omar, I’d say he was also her partner in ways that would probably unfold before the evening was over.

Dinner was great, the meal light and delicious and dessert was filled with fine wine and very dirty jokes. By the time our hosts announced that we were to retire to the garage for the evening’s main event, we were all at different stages of inebriation. The tongues were loose as were our morals and inhibitions were out the window, if there ever were any to begin with. I was so horny I couldn’t wait for the naughtiness to begin.

******************************** Santos had led the other guests towards the garage, while Gabrielle commanded me to wait where I was. When she returned she had a black leather collar and leash in her hand. She quickly fastened it around my neck. As she did I became even more excited by symbolism of the collar. After checking to see that it well secured she simply said “It’s time bitch!” and then led me on towards the garage by the leash. I felt my pussy tingle. The thought of me, a professional woman being owned by another person greatly excited me, leaving my cunt moist and needy.

My heart was thumping as we entered the Garage, it had been set up for the evening carefully; on the far wall opposite the spot where I was tied up was two king sized mattresses pushed closely together to form one wide platform. On either side there were couches and straight backed chairs. There were side stools dotted around the area with trays of sex toys, lubricant, and a flogger on them.

The other guests got comfortable and our hostess set the ball rolling by calling on her husband to step forward and claim his special birthday present. “Santos my love, in wishing you a Happy Birthday, let me present you your hearts desire; a slutty school girl to use or abuse as you see fit. She is my bitch and she is definitely in heat!” That said she turned to me and lifted the edge of my short skirt and spanked my ass so hard it made my heart jump.

I yelped as my ass reddened from the sting of her hand. “You will do everything necessary to please my darling husband bitch, or I’ll hide your slutty ass, is that understood?” she threatened in a stern voice.

“Yes mistress I answered feeling so turned on and strangely pleased by the attention she was lavishing on me; I was damn eager to please her, fucking her husband was just a welcome bonus. What really turned me on beyond belief was her last word as she walked away. “Once Santos has had his fill, she will be available to everyone else, so fuck the bitch any which way it pleases you, she is such a whore and she loves it too.”

To be continued…..