fantasized
about a gang bang but I don’t know what it will really be like.”
“If you don’t like it, we can stop any
time. I promise. You’re my girl. I wouldn’t let any harm come to you. I just
want to...see you like that, surrounded by all those guys, all those cocks.”
She swallowed. He noticed her nipples
pebbling the smocked front of her nightgown. “I’d like to see that, too. I only
want to make sure you won’t regret it later, start thinking of me in a
different way. Maybe you’ll see me as a slut and not your little girl any
more.”
He shook his head. “Not going to
happen”
From agreement to scheduling the play
party was only a matter of a week. Bob called some friends back in Tallahassee and invited them up for a visit. They dropped whatever other plans they may
have had to come see him and meet his new girlfriend.
Bob was in a state of semi-arousal for
days. All of his regular play with Candy, while still stimulating, seemed like
foreplay leading to the event. He fantasized about her servicing his buddies
until it detracted from his work. Then he focused and forced the enticing
images from his mind.
It was good to see Dennis, Miguel and
Frank again. Bob had chosen these old friends because he wanted to make certain
they were men he knew very well and not some he’d only recently met in the
local clubs. They caught him up on other friends and what was happening in the Florida scene. They didn’t all come from Tallahassee but lived near enough that they’d been
part of the BDSM crowd there. The men discussed changing partners, jobs and
lives and then they got down to the point of the gathering, talking about the
scenario and what would happen.
“I don’t want her hurt or
uncomfortable. If she signals to stop, then it ends immediately,” he warned.
“We get it, Bob. We’re not novices,”
Miguel said.
“He’s just being protective of his
little baby.” Frank smiled. “Must be true love at last.”
The dig irritated him. He doubted
Frank would recognize love if it jumped up and bit him in the ass, but that’s
the way Frank was.
Bob went to get Candy from her room.
She leaned against pillows on the bed in her school uniform, looking at a
fashion magazine, but he guessed her nonchalant pose was for show. Her eyes
told him she was nervous.
“Any time you want to quit, baby, you
let me know,” he reminded her. “I’ll introduce you to the guys. We’ll hang out
for a while and then go into the scene.”
“Sure thing. I’m ready.” She was
already adopting a bit of the teenage attitude she wore whenever she put on the
outfit. She walked beside him with a bounce in her step, snapping her gum.
He was so proud to be her dom as he
saw the expressions on his friends’ faces. Candy was adorable, as cute as a
button and sexy as hell in this get up, and she was all his. He’d chosen to
share her today, but could stop the scene any time he chose. Having that kind
of power was a big ego boost. Easy to let it go to your head.
After he’d introduced his friends, he
went to pour fresh drinks and let Candy chat with them. She appeared much more
relaxed by the time he brought the tray of drinks around. She was sitting near
Miguel, laughing at something he’d said.
Mine. My girl . The primitive voice clamored inside
Bob and for a moment, he forgot why in the hell he was doing this. It no longer
seemed like a good idea to share at all.
He sat apart from the others, watching
and listening as Candy slipped easily into her waitress persona and made small
talk with the guys. Small talk drifted into the realm of flirting and in a
short while, without any direction from him, the flirting crossed the threshold
of a scene. Candy became the teen schoolgirl who’d gone to a college party and
stayed long after the other girls had gone home. The drinking grew heavier and
the innuendo in their chatting, more broad.
Frank was the first to cross the line
and touch Candy, slipping an arm around