Emmy's Iron Maiden Glory Hole - Sex Stories

Emmy's Iron Maiden Glory Hole

... reflex and can imagine him forcing his cock past the point it makes me retch. I have second thoughts about the whole idea and I nearly turn the car around at the next junction but I change my mind as I think back to all the other occasions Emmy has taken control and liberated me sexually and I have not been disappointed. I just think of my lace panties and stockings hugging my crotch and thighs beneath my jeans and keep on driving hoping it be something else she has in mind. I pull up into the drive of Emmy’s huge house. I am not sure if I should knock on the front door or go around the back like last time and while I stand there in the driveway deliberating I hear the front door open. It is Emmy, wearing an emerald green corset and fishnet stockings that go all the way up those long, long legs. She looks delectable. “Hi Emmy, I brought wine, I didn't know what else to bring,” I say as I greet her at the door. “Just your good self, Humph, and your sexy little underwear, oh I do hope you are wearing that as I think it will just be so hot.” she says looking at my jeans curiously. “Underneath, yes,” I say nervously. “Right, well lets get them jeans off huh,” Emmy says as she starts to unbutton my jeans almost before I have stepped into her house. Emmy undresses me down to just my shirt and jacket with my stockings and lace panties. She takes my hand and leads me through her kitchen where she hands me a glass of champagne, which is a welcome steady to my nerves. We make small ...

... talk as I down the large glass and she leads me once more through the house and into the garden room where everyone was before the last time I was here. I glance over at the patio doors and imagine what that view would have been like of me pressed up against them. We proceed on toward a doorway with circular steps down toward a lower level. My heart is beating like a drum and does so about three times per step as we descend down into a darkened room. I can see a few glowing lights in the distance and a warmer glow coming from around the edge of what appears to be a bar. It is like a nightclub. I can hear music and voices of many people as I am lead around the corner. “Everyone, this is Humphry. Humphry this is, well, everyone. You will get to know them by name soon,” Emmy says to a group of scantily clad people all sat around chatting at tables all lit up in neon. Everyone in the group mouths a polite hello and a gesture in my direction and I wave at everyone back with a nod, my own scantily clad body on show for everyone to see. Emmy leads me over to a table where I recognise a face, it is Suzie from the store where I picked up these stockings. She enthusiastically greets me and kisses me on the cheek. She steps back and takes a moment to admire my attire. “Humphry, you look fucking hot!” she says exaggeratedly. Everyone else in the group stops to take more note of my attire and I sheepishly grin and nod as in thanks at all the admiring glances. Emmy comes back and hands me ...