I call you late at night . . . - Sex Stories

I call you late at night . . .

I call you late at night. You’re sl**ping and it takes a couple of rings for you to pick up the phone. I tell you that you need to get up and meet me somewhere. You tell me that it’s late and you're not dressed. I tell you it doesn’t matter and to put on a coat; then I give you the address. You do as you’re told. You get in your car and you drive over to the address. It’s a bar that you've never been to before. When you get inside there are a half of a dozen people but you don't see me. Everyone is looking at you. They notice that you haven't got anything on under your coat. (In your hurry you forgot to button it.) A woman walks up to you and asks if you are looking for me. You are surprised but you tell her yes. She tells you that I am on my way and I told her to make you comfortable. She brings you over to the bar. You order a drink and she tells the bar tender it's on my tab. He smiles and nods. After you get your drinks she leads you into a back room. It’s very dark and she takes your hand to help you find a table. You notice there are a few other people in this room; but you can't make out any faces. The music is playing loud enough to hear it, but not loud enough to keep you from talking. As you talk to this woman you start to notice that she is staring at you; looking you up and down. As she does, she starts to caress her thighs. When you notice she just smiles. You tell her she has a beautiful smile. She asks you if you have ever done this before. “Done what?” you ...

... ask. “Perfect,” she replies. She leans in and kisses you; soft and gentle. Just as you give into her kiss, she bites down hard on your lip. It hurts and you pull back. When you do, you notice that someone is standing directly behind you. He is tall and strong and you notice that he is very close to you; too close. You turn to look at his face, but he grabs your neck and keeps you looking forward. He tells you to keep looking at the woman talking to you. She has now got her hand up under her shirt and is pinching her nipples. As you stare at her, the man behind you reaches under your coat and begins to stroke your breasts. He pinches your nipples and makes them hard; makes them hurt. You lean back into him but you don't take your eyes off the woman in front of you. You see that she has now unbuttoned her jeans and has slide one hand inside. She’s stroking her pussy hard and fast. You like to watch her, don't you. As you do, you feel one of his hands slide down between your legs. His fingers slide easily into your dripping pussy. “You are so wet,” he whispers in your ear; hot and breathy. “He told us you would be a good little whore.” You ask where I am. He tells you he doesn't know. You ask if you should wait for me. The woman tells you she has explicit instructions from me and you are to do as you're told. You tell her you will be good. He grabs you by the arm and leads you over to another table. This one is different. It’s almost like a massage table about waist high and he ...