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The Apartment (revised)The author kindly advises that this story and its characters are entirely fictitious. It contains descriptions of exhibitionism, lesbian sex and graphic language and is only suitable for persons over 18 years old.The Apartment (revised)(A legal specialist performs exhibitionist lesbian acts for her client’s entertainment)Saturday evening 10pm. Driving rain lashed the dark floor-to-ceiling penthouse windows of an expensive apartment tower. A storm front had descended on downtown Boston. A laptop’s illuminated screen broke up the darkness of the penthouse lounge room. Placed on the cream-colored ottoman, the screen was filled with images of hardcore lesbian fucking, of intertwined grinding bodies, of wild filthy sex…A female business executive, enjoying a glass of wine on the lounge, was captivated by the debauchery. She watched how swollen pussy lips and wet, sticky pubic hair pressed into each other, how grinding red clits sent shockwaves through the worm-like moving mass of bodies. Spellbound she followed the mesmerizing carnal scene. The girls appeared to her to be ‘on to something’, the only way they would be able to keep up this kind of intensity. Suddenly she reached over. Her trembling fingertips touched the screen. “Oh my god, is that who I think it is?” she whispered wide-eyed, as she closely watched a girl briefly appearing on the screen, before her red panting face disappeared underneath another body squatting on top of her. The camera followed the many hands and lips that squeezed and sucked that girls’ restlessly moving, sweat-covered body. It showed a close-up of her bright red open vagina, surrounded by neatly trimmed dark pubic hair. Shockingly, someone pushed a champagne bottle deep into her, liquid gushing everywhere, causing her dirty, stained, lean midriff to rise up and tremble.The woman’s long fingers slowly touched the keyboard. The computer logged off, the screen’s light gradually faded. Shocked, she hesitantly closed her laptop. Unsteady she stumbled through the darkness towards the bathroom. The sound of running water from the shower area merged with the noise of the rain, lashing against the large apartment windows. The cool running water gave her at least some relief. It was such a turn-on, watching those hot young girls in an orgy, fucking each other’s brains out… Especially when one of those girls turned out to be your work colleague…While touching herself in the shower, she was still in disbelief over what she had just seen. Was that really her? A girl from her office, taking her clothes off in front of everyone, exposing herself stark naked in wild lesbian groupsex?If that was her colleague, how did it get to that?“Yes? Hi Dee. Yes, I’m on my way in. I’m only 10 minutes away from the office. My previous appointment took longer then expected. Just start the meeting. Yeah, yeah, thanks, see you in ten.” Elise Saunders turned off her car phone as she steered her black Audi convertible down the highway into Boston’s CBD. A short time later the car entered the underground parking of one of the city’s main office towers. On the fifth floor of the white steel-and-glass tower resided Ellersley Davis Ltd, one of the city’s main investment houses. Elise Saunders, employed at the firm as a legal specialist, was late for her 11am meeting. Twenty years old, brunette, tall, attractive, short dark curls, dressed in an elegant, light-grey designer business suit. Elise’s thick gold colored band necklace under her white shirt accentuated her short dark hair and lightly tanned skin. She was the only sibling of Thomas and Joan Saunders, wealthy and well-connected business people who had made their fortune in the insurance business. She was loath to admit it, but she had only been given the chance to join the firm as a result of her father’s connections.The elevator doors closed as she pressed the fifth floor button. ‘Well, yeah, I hate it when you say it like this but I guess you’re right about my Dad’s influence. He knows a lot of business people around Boston and did make a few phone calls but then it was really up to me to prove my worth. Gosh look at the time, I need to hurry.’”Oh hello, sorry I’m late. I do apologize. Previous meeting took too long. Am I on yet?”“Ah, hi Elise. No, don’t worry dear. Just grab a seat and relax. You’ll be required at the end. Dee, can we get the girl some ‘sparkling’?” Elise shook hands with grey-blond Jo Matheson, a wealthy 50-year-old socialite and long-time high-value client of the company. As a prominent member of the social elite she was also a close friend of Elise’s parents. The meeting not only involved Elise but also Dee Benson and her secretary Shay Baker. Dee was one of the managing partners of Ellersley Davis.‘Yes, I got my breath back, enjoyed my sparkling mineral water and, so far, was silently following the conversation between Jo and Dee Benson. I glanced at the digital clock on the wall. Just after 11am, Wednesday April 15th. My eyes wandered through the elegant boardroom with its walls covered in teak veneer and the large mahogany table. I tried to follow the discussion while I scrutinized Jo’s elegant black and silver outfit. She was a slim lady, good looking considering her age. Grey-blond shoulder length hair, nicely tanned skin, sparkling blue eyes, thin sensual lips, perfect teeth. Lovely, her thick gold jewelry, undoubtedly the real deal, unlike the fake stuff I was wearing… Dee’s assistant, Shay, was a new intern. Typing away on her laptop, making notes of the meeting, I casually studied her features. Eighteen-years young, tanned and quite attractive. Very short curly blond hair, slim athletic body, a bit flat on the chest. Meanwhile Jo and Dee continued their discussions. Topic was the future strategy of Jo’s financial assets. Every now and then they glanced at me with, what seemed to me like mysterious smiles…’‘Hmmm… whatever. Could be my imagination…’“You’ve got anything to add to that Elise?” I heard Jo’s voice and quickly switched on. I opened my ledger and pulled out three sets of documents.“Yeah, I prepared some legal notes,” I said, while handing out the paperwork. I suggest we could maybe meet again next week to hammer out the final details and sign the documents.”The meeting adjourned. Everyone left the boardroom. Jo and I were the last ones. I turned around as I suddenly felt her hand on my shoulder. Her soft lips and perfect teeth were very close to me as she smiled and gently closed the door.“One more thing before we go Elise,” Jo whispered, while leaning over to me. “I have known you and your parents for a long time. I watched you grow up into a fine young woman. Your mum and I regularly meet and lunch together. You know I’m a well-to-do client, and an important one for Ellersley Davis. I…eh…I spoke to Dee Benson about you. We both agreed that you’re very talented. You have a lot of, how shall I put it… ‘qualities’… Could be very beneficial for the company. I’ve suggested to Dee that you should become more involved with the management of me as a client. Would you, would you be ok with that?”I smiled and felt very flattered. I had been working hard to prove myself, to get away from my father’s shadow. Still, this situation, us at the door, her so close to me, felt somehow different. Her hand still rested on my shoulder. I notice her fingers, playing with strands of my short dark curls. Her lips and mine were so close. I glanced into her smiling eyes, confused. I didn’t know what to think of it… After all, what did I know about her? I had heard about her eccentricity, her slightly bohemian lifestyle. That she could be quite demanding. But all considered… this really was a step up. Here was a chance to further my career. I would manage a client on my own, maybe the first of many, and make my parents proud. I hesitantly agreed.The next day, in the afternoon, I was in an internal boardroom meeting. There were about eight of us around the table. Financial advisers, partners, Dee Benson and me. Some of us had our laptops open. During the discussions I glanced at my screen as an email arrived. Jo Matheson asked for a meeting at her home. She would send her chauffeured limo to pick me up at six. It seemed strange to me, so short after yesterday’s meeting. Why the urgency, why not wait till next week? I knew though that I didn’t have a choice. She was too valuable as a client and she knew it. During a tea break I confirmed.That late afternoon I stepped out of the limo and entered a restored colonial-style building on the outskirts of Boston’s CBD. Her large condo was on the fourth floor. I left the elevator and found her apartment number. Jo let me in and organized the refreshments as I marveled at the size of her home. It covered almost half of the fourth floor. The many rooms had high ceilings with delicate stucco décor. The floors were partially polished timber and lush dark green carpet. The rooms were filled with antique furnishings. Large paintings in elaborate gold frames covered the light-grey walls. Jo’s home epitomized expensive elegance and style.I settled in on a large cream-colored sofa in the main living room and made myself comfortable amidst the patterned soft cushions. Jo returned from the kitchen and sat next to me as she served aperitifs and hors d’oeuvres. We conversed; we drank white wine, and wandered through the many rooms while she gave a running commentary on the different features. As we paused at one of the high front windows she singled out an apartment, right across the narrow street, on the same level. The brand new tower on the opposite side had only recently been finished. Through the large glass frontage one could see straight into the apartments’ main lounge room.“You probably quietly asked yourself why I invited you over, Elise.” I nodded. While enjoying her hospitality I had wondered when the business part would come up. Jo came closer to me. I felt her fingers running up my arm and heard her voice as we both glanced out of the window. “You see that apartment on the fourth floor over there? I own it. I bought it recently. It’s empty as you see, apart from the very large circular bed in the lounge room, behind the glass façade. It serves a purpose though. It’s for, lets call it, …’the entertainment’… of me and most of my neighbors in this building…” I looked at her smiling eyes, confused. “Entertainment?” Jo nodded as her fingers gently straightened the collar of my white shirt. “You see Elise, I told your mother Joan over lunch recently that I not only found you a competent professional but also quite attractive. That you were a talented girl in so many ways… Your mum smiled and proudly agreed. You know Elise; I would like to see you utilize all your… ‘talents’… for Ellersley Davis.”I was flattered, but found the situation unsettling. I still wasn’t sure where all this was going. She looked into my questioning eyes and continued; “There are girls that are invited over at the apartment sometimes. Girls who enjoy experimenting with other girls. They explore their… sensual side… and share that with us… as spectators…” Jo turned around, looked out of the window while slightly pushing aside the thin white sheer curtains. “You know Elise,” she continued while glancing at me over her shoulder; “For some time now I have thought about… what it would be like… I mean… if you would be at the apartment… over there… sharing your… ‘other talents’… with us…”It slowly started to dawn on me what she was getting at. I stared at her smiling face in utter disbelief. The shock made my mind go blank. I blushed. I found her suggestion offensive and highly inappropriate… For a moment I thought of abruptly leaving but I was in two minds. She was too important as a client. Also, I couldn’t walk out for other reasons. There was the firm… there were my parents… There was my ego…So I decided to show discipline and restraint. I tried my utmost to be diplomatic; “Wow, I…eh, I’ve got very little experience with all that. I…eh, I don’t think I’d be the type for that Jo, to be honest…”Jo just smiled benignly. She moved really close to me. “I think,” she said, while running her fingers through my short curly hair; “I think you would be… very… suited, my dear.” With open mouth and baited breath I followed one her long, tanned, slightly wrinkly fingers circling the top button of my white shirt, sliding around the contours of my small chest. I gradually realized there was a hidden, devious side, to this elegant and sophisticated older lady. She slowly moved around me, ogling my curves. “From what I see you have… everything… that is required, Elise. I think… with your… eh… ‘assets’… you would be very suitable… and a very quick learner.” I noticed how Jo almost breathed those last words. “But I sense, … you might need some time to think it over, to get used to this quite… unusual… and, well, shall I say, rather ‘intriguing’ idea.”For a few seconds I just blankly stared at her, while trying to come to grips with all this. I eventually managed to produce a faint, polite smile. I slowly finished my wine and tried to make a dignified exit amidst the uncomfortable silence. “Oh, Elise,” Jo said while letting me out; “There’s a business function tomorrow night at The Continental Hotel. You and your parents, you will attend, won’t you? Maybe we could catch up, somewhere private, and talk about all this a bit further in detail…” A nod, a quick glance. I was still too shell shocked… What did she think I was? A slut? A whore? I just quickly headed for the elevator, trying to hide my indignation and inner turmoil.The thought of what was happening at Jo’s apartment however kept me awake that night. My mind just didn’t leave me alone. The initial shock of her indecent proposal had subsided. I had been single for some time. There had been no time or energy for anything else than work. My imagination ran wild with images of naked girls grinding and, in front of the sliding windows, exposing themselves to ‘their audience’ high up across the street. It was 2am. In my anxiety I had kicked off the bed sheets. Aroused, naked and restless, I rolled onto my stomach, spread my legs and pushed up my buttocks. My face buried itself deep into the pillows. My fingers frantically slid up and down in between my labia, tried to sooth the twitching between my slim legs. It didn’t take long for my trembling body to seize up. I pushed up my small hot arse, I gasped, I let out a small scream. I felt my lower muscles seize up. “Oh, fuck yeah,” I whispered as my orgasm reached my brain. My loud ecstatic moans filled the atmosphere of my quiet apartment. God, coming was the best thing ever. I finally got up and stumbled naked into the bathroom for a shower. Dripping wet I casually wandered through my apartment. I showed myself off in front of the large standing mirror, turning, squatting and groping my slightly tanned hard naked flesh. It felt so good, squeezing my flat breasts and towering hard pink nipples.Had I been too easily shocked, too judgmental, too prudish? Was Jo right? Did I have certain… ‘talents’… ‘assets’… that others would want to see? Would I enjoy exhibiting myself… stark naked, showing my most private parts to strangers? What would it be like… to take my clothes off… in front of Jo Matheson… Me, naked, turning for her, showing myself off, slightly opening my legs, following her eyes, how she would ogle my buttocks, my small breasts, my pubic hair, my hot vagina… Would I have the courage? I thought about my colleagues at Ellersley Davis. Did anyone know about Jo’s indecent proposals, about her lesbian ‘entertainment’? Did they quietly endorse it as a ‘price to pay’ for her ongoing patronage? I sakarya escort studied myself in front of the large mirror while spreading my legs more and more. I tried different poses. I imagined myself in Jo’s apartment, in front of the glass façade. I would look at the many people on the other side while fingering myself between my legs. I would slightly turn, showing myself from different angles, displaying my smooth, stark naked flesh to ‘my audience’, in all its raw confronting detail.The next day in my office behind my laptop, the erotic visions from the previous night still occupied my brain. I squeezed my legs together as my eyes wandered towards the hallway. I went into the long corridor and glanced at my female colleagues, passing me by. How many of them knew about this? Were they somehow involved? Had some of them discretely agreed to ‘perform’ at Jo’s apartment? My hot imagination ran riot.A hand, touching my arm, startled me. “Elise, you look lost. Are you in thoughts?” Dee Benson’s voice brought me back to reality. “Oh, …yes, sorry Dee. I was distracted for a moment.” “Is it about Jo Matheson maybe, everything ok with her, Elise?”“Yes, I was at her place yesterday. Looks nice where she lives. We had a very interesting conversation…”“Remember Elise, she’s important. She might be a bit demanding, even eccentric. Just try to manage her, try to keep her happy. We make a lot of money from her in fees, we can’t afford to lose such clients.”Dee’s intern, Shay Baker, looking for a few signatures, interrupted her. I slightly nodded as I slowly went back down the hallway, towards my office. I turned around and saw Dee in the distance, signing papers. Was Dee somehow involved? How much did she know about all this? And young sexy Shay; did she maybe agree to take her clothes off for Jo? Did she offer her naked hard body for Jo’s gratification?With my mind in turmoil, I returned to my desk and my laptop. An email icon flashed on the screen. It was from Jo Matheson. I double-clicked. She confirmed she would be at the Continental Hotel tonight. She wanted to talk things over with me. I knew what the conversation would be about. The sexual tension felt like a fever and made me feel on edge. Under the desk, my long fingers slid in between my legs, rubbing against the fabric of my tight light grey pants, trying to mitigate the discomfort. My mind still hesitated. My body had already made up its mind.That evening, on the back seat of my taxi to the hotel, I watched the deserted streets and neon lights flash past the car window. I was nervous and in thoughts, trying to prepare myself for the conversation with Jo. The taxi pulled into the hotel driveway. A valet opened the door. I stepped out, straightening my knee-length black cocktail dress while clutching my silver purse.My mum and dad were waiting for me in the lobby. Together we strolled through the foyer towards the main ballroom. The space was packed, with around eighty guests in evening attire attending the function. Waiters dressed in black uniforms with white gloves offered champagne and hors d’oeuvres while a string quartet was playing in the far corner. Friends and acquaintances immediately surrounded my parents and engaged in animated conversation. One of them was Jo Matheson, a dear friend of my mother Joan. “Hello Elise, I just told your mum how well you’re doing at Ellersley Davis. Sorry Joan, I just have to whisk her away for a moment and introduce her to someone…” As Jo pulled me away I looked over my shoulder at my mum who just smiled and raised her champagne glass.“Oh Ella dear, do you have a moment? I want you to meet someone.” Jo gestured at someone in the room. A tall, slim, and tanned middle-aged woman with short black hair separated herself from the crowd. “Elise,” Jo said; “May I introduce you to Ella Anderson, a long time friend of mine. Ella is a photographer who works for real estate companies. Ella, this is Elise Saunders, legal specialist with Ellersley Davis.”“Hello Elise. Hmmm… ‘Saunders’… the daughter of Thomas and Joan I presume?” Elise nodded and smiled as she shook Ella’s hand and exchanged air kisses. She couldn’t help noticing Ella’s bright blue piercing eyes and slightly masculine face. “Yes Ella,” Jo continued; “Elise now… personally… handles my business at Ellersley Davis…”‘Yes, I somehow missed those mysterious smiles between Jo and Ella as my mother found me in the crowd and demanded my presence.’ “Sorry Jo, I just have to borrow her for a moment to meet some friends of ours.”Later in the evening Elise and Jo’s eyes met again across the room. Elise hesitated. She knew Jo expected her to make a decision. She thought about her career at Ellersley Davis, the importance of Jo Matheson as a client, and her desire to escape her fathers’ shadow. She watched her parents mingle in the crowd. They didn’t know about their daughters’ naked ambition. They didn’t know she was considering taking her clothes off for her client. She watched Jo slowly moving towards the foyer. “Have you eh… have you considered my proposal?” Jo asked as they caught up. Elise tightly clutched her silver purse, slightly blushed and just nodded. “Yeah, I eh… I thought it over and… well…” Jo just smiled. “I’m glad you have decided to ‘accommodate’ my request. I’m looking forward to watching you utilize your many eh, ‘talents’. I’ve told my neighbors about you. They’re all at home, standing at their windows. Some even with their telescopes, ready for your ‘performance’. Why don’t you join me in the limo. Your ‘audience’ is waiting.” Elise glanced over her shoulder. In the distance she could see her parents, surrounded by friends in the ballroom. They were unaware their daughter was about to perform in a peepshow.All those people, waiting in eager anticipation to ogle her stark naked body. A scary thought, but strangely exciting at the same time. She turned around and nervously followed Jo towards the waiting limousine.“You know Elise,” Jo said while the limo silently floated through the empty streets towards her apartment; “I somehow sensed that you would accept my invitation. You see, I’ve known you and your mum since you were a little girl.” Her lips moved very close to Elise’s. “I eh, I always have felt a certain… ‘attraction’… towards the very, very young…” The car slowly floated around the corner. A nervous Elise felt Jo’s breath and her fingers, playing with her short curls. She looked into Jo’s glazed eyes. There was indeed a very disturbing side to this proper older lady. “Relax Elise,” Jo whispered. “When eh,… when you were very young I already had a strong desire towards you… to feel you up, to see you… stark naked… and yes, to taste you. But well, you know, society, and the law… Now, finally I will be able to admire you in the nude…” Elise’s mind was numb. Jo’s fingers had traveled further downwards and grazed the inside of her slightly opening legs. She was so aroused she couldn’t think straight anymore. With Jo’s hand in between, she squeezed her legs tighter together to somehow suppress the incessant twitching. “Hmmm,” Jo whispered, with her hand still stuck deep in between Elise’s legs; “Oh dear, I feel you’re very ready for ‘your audience’, aren’t you?”‘Yeah, that limo ride. I discovered what kind of an indecent lady she really was. Her slightly wrinkly lips were really close to mine. We could have easily kissed. I felt her fingers, stuck in between my legs, pushing deeper, pressing against my vagina. Given the chance, she would have ‘tasted’ me between my legs right there on the back seat. I glanced at the driver, watching us through his rear view mirror. Those dark prying eyes. But yes, I admit. I wanted him to watch. I could have easily taken my clothes off for him. I would have told him to keep on driving. I would have teased him, showing him my ‘assets’ from different angles on the back seat.’The limo stopped. Jo and Elise left the car, took the elevator and entered Jo’s modern apartment. They both went down the sparsely lit hallway towards the lounge. This was where it all would happen. The ceiling spotlights, the round rotating bed. In thoughts her fingers touched the red leather upholstery. She slowly went to the floor-to-ceiling glass sliding doors and looked across at the windows on the other side. All the lights on the opposite side were on. She could see ‘her audience’ as silhouettes, standing behind their windows. “You see Elise,” Jo said from the back while flicking a few switches; “They’re all eagerly waiting for you. Many even have telescopes. They all want to see what you’ve got to offer…” Elise glanced behind her as Jo switched on the lights.She gazed at the slowly rotating bed and changing spotlights. This was the stage where she would be naked, showing herself off to ‘her audience’. “We’re waiting my dear. Shall I help you… unzip… your dress?” Jo’s soft voice was right behind her. She was still hesitant but knew she didn’t want to disappoint her. She thought about her parents, socializing elegantly at The Continental. They didn’t know their daughter was about to take her clothes off for her client. This apartment. The windows. All those people over there… waiting. This was where she would have to exhibit herself, stark naked, and masturbate in front of everyone. Behind her was her client who demanded her flesh in all its raw, confronting detail. She ventured towards the glass facade where ‘her audience’ grew impatient, then slowly turned around, looked at Jo and gradually pulled down the back zip of her black dress. She gently slid it off her shoulders, showing Jo and ‘her audience’ her tiny black underwear in front of the window.“Open the sliding doors Elise, step out on the balcony.” Elise followed Jo’s command. She felt the cool air flowing inside, swirling around her. “Go outside Elise, and slowly take everything off. Your ‘audience’ demands your naked body. Then come inside onto the bed.” Elise turned and glanced over her shoulder at Jo as she stepped out onto the balcony. The street far below was quiet at this time of night. She saw her voyeurs as shadows on the other side, and felt their prying eyes. She took a deep breath, gathered her courage, and unclipped her bra. As it slid off she squeezed her small hard breasts. “You all want to see this? Yeah, look at me. Stare at me. You all want to look between my legs, don’t you?” Elise whispered the words as she reveled in her nakedness in front of ‘her audience’. She looked across the street as she slowly unclipped her panties and pulled away the fabric, revealing her neatly trimmed black pubic hair around her protruding labia. From the inside, Jo stared at her hard naked arse cheeks. Elise was focused on the crowd in front of her. She leaned naked backwards against the window, fingering herself between her opening legs. “Look at me,” she breathed. “This is what you’re all here for, aren’t you? I’m your entertainment tonight. Look at my red slit. Can you see inside? Can you all see how wet it is? I will show you everything. Everything…” She felt the many staring eyes as she masturbated and squeezed her flat hard chest, giving herself as a naked fuck toy to her demanding audience. Eventually she turned around, carefully stepped inside and showed herself naked in front of Jo. “Is this what you always wanted to see Jo, is this how you always want me?” she whispered, while still fingering herself. “Yeah…hmmm… very nice. It was worth the wait, Elise. Very nice indeed…” Jo was for a moment mesmerized by Elise standing in front of her, stark naked. She had waited a very long time to see Joan Saunders’ young daughter like this. Elise moved forward, connecting with Jo’s stretched out hand. She slightly pushed up her chest as it squeezed her small breasts. Breathlessly she followed it sliding down across her hard midriff. She gasped and stared at Jo. The hand went straight between her legs. Elise moaned and moved her midriff. Jo’s hand grabbed her hard in her pubic hair. “Oh yeah Jo,” she breathed. “Yeah, right there. Feel up your little girl.” “Hmmm,” Jo whispered; “Just lovely. Lovely meat you’ve got, and a supple young cunt. You will be perfect for what I have in mind…” Elise just sighed. She closed her eyes and moaned while slightly opening her legs, fucking Jo’s fingers that slid through her pubic hair in between her sensitive labia. She gazed into Jo’s eyes and read the old lady’s extreme excitement. “Oh yeah Elise,” Jo breathed. “I always wanted your naked body. You will be a… very… talented ‘fucker’ indeed, Miss Saunders…” Elise just faintly smiled. She somehow suddenly liked that crude word. She slowly moved onto the rotating bed under the spotlight. She leaned back on her stretched out arms behind her. This is where all the fucking would take place, right in front of her demanding ‘audience’. The bed slowly turned until Elise faced Jo. She threw her head back and opened up her legs really wide, playing with herself while giving Jo a close-up view of her open vagina. “Look at me Jo,” she sighed. “Look at your little girl. See what she’s got between her legs.” Jo incessantly stared at Elise on the rotating bed from a distance. She definitely had the ‘talents’ to be a star performer. “Open your legs wider Elise, masturbate for me and ‘your audience’, show them what kind of a… horny fucker… you are.” Elise was showing herself off, stark naked, on the slow-turning bed under the spotlight. She started to love the situation she was in. The changing lights, Jo at the back of the lounge, the voyeurs on the other side… They were all ogling her, staring at her ‘assets’. She went on her back, spread her legs impossibly wide and lifted her midriff, showing off her opening slit. “Yeah, look at me. All of you,” Jo heard her whisper. “I will be your ‘entertainment’ tonight. I will be your…horny fucker.” The voyeurs across the road were glued to their telescopes. They had an excellent view of Elise, as she displayed every inch of her stark naked flesh before them. They watched her lean body contort under the spotlight as she masturbated wildly, giving some relief to the twitching between her legs. She was the centre of a hot peepshow and loved every bit of it.“Turn around Elise. Open up your naked arse cheeks. Your audience wants to see your anal button, they want to look right in there.” Elise obeyed Jo’s voice and turned around. That’s when she saw the other girl as silhouette at the back of the room. She was naked, slim, dark-skinned, and wore a large black strapon that swayed heavily between her legs. Her face was hidden behind a black latex mask, which made her just another anonymous fucker. Elise was too aroused to care anymore. She was on all fours, spreading her knees wide, bending her back. She had turned into submissive fuck meat. On the rotating bed, the masked dark-skinned girl stood over her and slowly mounted her from behind. Elise squealed and pushed up her hard arse cheeks to accommodate her. She felt the long hard dildo slowly entering into her, sliding deep down, rasping her labia and clit. The anonymous girl moaned and grunted as she started to up the tempo, pushing aside Elise’s arse cheeks even further, pumping the black dildo faster and deeper into Elise’s bright red fleshy hole. Her mesmerized ‘audience’ watched it all through their telescopes. They saw how the dark girl with the dildo gradually got into an insane fuck frenzy. Sweat was running down her muscular back, in between her straining small muscular dark arse cheeks. Elise screamed and panted as the girl indiscriminately rammed the big strapon at high speed in and out of her twisting body. At he back of the lounge, Jo was touching herself through her dress. This escort sakarya was a dream come true. She had always imagined doing this to Elise, already when she was very young. But society, and especially the law, didn’t allow her to do that. Jo finally ordered a position change. The masked girl slowly pulled out and went on her back. Elise felt the cool air entering her sore open vagina. She faced ‘her audience’ and leaned back. She slowly impaled herself on the long glistening black stick. Jo, and the voyeurs across the street, had a close up view of the big black fuck toy, sliding deep into Elise’s throbbing red slit. Elise gasped and squealed; her mouth and eyes were wide open as she felt the dildo sliding deep inside her. Her lean hard body started to snake-like gyrate on top of the big glistening stick. She spread her legs wide, threw her head backwards while pushing up her chest. Her rock hard pink nipples were towering on top of her small hard breasts. The whole scene was slowly rotating, giving voyeurs with their telescopes detailed angles from all sides. Jo saw how Elise’s wild twisting body came to a crescendo. Her face gradually distorted. “Oh god, it’s going so deep,” Jo heard her whisper. The round bed kept on slowly turning. As she faced Jo, their eyes met. “Oh fuck Jo, I’m gonna come. Look at me Jo, look how I come in front of you.” She suddenly trembled and screamed as her body stiffened up. It shook and lifted itself off the dildo, bending backwards into an impossible curve. Jo saw liquid shooting out of Elise’s throbbing red hole. Her eyes wandered over Elise’s raw twitching slit, her lean, sweat-covered body and small rock hard tits.Jo was very impressed. She couldn’t stop fingering herself through her black cocktail dress. She was exhausted by the raw, confronting scene. Joan Sanders’ daughter was a very talented exhibitionist fucker. She would use her but let her wait. Keep her hungry. Eventually Elise would do anything she’d ask of her… Anything… Jo smiled as her hand reached for the switches. The round bed slowly stopped turning. The lights above the naked, exhausted bodies on the bed gradually faded. Later that night a black limo arrived in front of Elise’s apartment building. Dressed in her black knee-length elegant cocktail dress, clutching her silver purse, she climbed the stairs. She watched the red taillights of the car disappear in the distance as she swiped her keycard and entered the building. In her apartment she kicked off her shoes and slowly unzipped her dress while turning on the shower. She slid off her bra and squeezed her tiny breasts. She sighed. Her nipples were still hard and sensitive as she stepped out of her small black panties. “Oh god, I’m so sore,” she whispered while she slightly squatted. Her body responded as her fingers caressed the swollen raw edges of her still twitching opening. In the shower she screwed off the showerhead. She spread her legs wide and shoved the tube deep inside her aching flesh. She felt the cool water hitting her inner walls, rushing out of her red opening, cooling her sore labia and clit. She spent the rest of the night, and early morning, naked on her bed, nursing her sore genitals. Her mind was still working through the events of that evening. Restlessly her body bended and twisted itself on the bed. At the mercy of the chemicals rushing through her brain she groped her hot glowing skin and throbbing nipples. She fingered herself on the lounge, posed provocatively in front of her large standing mirror, pretending to be still in the peepshow before ‘her audience’.The following Monday afternoon Elise had an appointment just outside Boston. An emerging tech company was preparing an IPO and needed legal advice to be incorporated with its share offer document. She entered the company’s modern offices and met the board of directors. Elise, dressed in an elegant dark blue designer suit and white shirt with upstanding collar, had difficulty concentrating. Her mind was still going through her experiences at the apartment. The masked strapon girl fucked her hot hole like a demon. She felt the voyeurs across the road looking at her through their telescopes. How she, Elise Saunders, opened her legs wide for them, showing off her vagina and opening her butt cheeks, exhibiting herself… Who were these people anyway? Maybe they were mainly men, who were watching her with their hard cocks out. They might be stroking themselves while watching her fuck. Like in some seedy dirty peepshow. Elise smiled and sighed behind her open laptop. The experience had been a huge turn-on. She never imagined she would enjoy something as extreme as that so much. She had discovered her inner exhibitionist and secretly longed for more. Later in the afternoon, during her discussions with the various board members, she noticed a blinking email icon on her laptop screen. During a tea break she double-clicked the message. It was from Jo Matheson. Nervously her eyes flew through the content. Jo thanked her for her ‘entertainment’ and mentioned that her neighbors were very impressed. She would be at Ellersley Davis tomorrow-morning. That was all. Elise closed the message. She was in thoughts for a moment and stared at her empty computer screen. There was no mention of what she really wanted… an invitation for a repeat performance, an opportunity to visit the apartment again. The handful of male and female executives in the boardroom noticed how this young, elegant, dark-haired legal specialist was staring at her empty laptop screen. They didn’t see how, underneath her respectable veneer, her naked exhibitionist desire slowly consumed her. She clicked her email icon and sent back a reply; ‘Do you want me to provide some more ‘entertainment’?A minute later another email arrived; ‘Dear Elise, we’ll talk at ‘ED’ tomorrow morning.’ The boardroom meeting ended around 6pm. Elise’s black Audi convertible cruised over the highway towards downtown Boston. A cool summer breeze messed up her short black curly hair. She made a hands-free call to the office, telling the receptionist that she would be back in tomorrow morning.The next morning at 10am a meeting took place in Ellersley Davis’ conference room. Jo Matheson, Elise Saunders and young intern Shay Baker had gathered around the large mahogany table to discuss Jo’s short-term investments. Shay Baker represented Dee Benson who was away on business. After the meeting ended Elise followed Shay to the door. She couldn’t help noticing Shay’s elegant outfit. Her eyes wandered down her tight fitting white shirt, her light grey dress pants that wrapped itself beautifully around her small hard bottom. While opening the boardroom door, Shay felt Jo’s hand on her shoulder and turned around.“You know Elise,” Jo said. “Young Shay here has eh…‘managed’… my account for a short time until we found you as a proper adviser.” Elise was visibly shocked by Jo’s words. She understood immediately the implications of her statement. She blushed and looked with wide-open eyes at Shay, who just faintly smiled. It confirmed what she somehow had long suspected; others had been into this too. She followed Jo’s fingers sliding up Shay’s arm, playing with her short blond curls. Shay was apparently familiar with all this as she let it happen without protest. To Elise’s surprise she even seem to relish it. “Yes Elise,” Jo said while her hand was suddenly traveling downwards, squeezing Shay through her pants between her legs; “She has proven to be… very skilled, very eager, intense even. And very…uninhibited… weren’t you, my dear?” Elise saw the desire in Shay’s eyes as she slightly opened her legs, while Jo grabbed her more firmly in her crotch. This totally changed her perception of Shay Baker who now turned out to be so much more then met the eye.“You eh… you know my weaknesses all too well, Jo.” The older woman just faintly smiled. “I know your talents, Shay,” Jo replied. “You’re at your best when you’re naked in bed, with your legs wide open.” Elise looked at Shay while taking in Jo’s very candid words. She saw how Shay didn’t object, but seemed to agree with Jo’s description of her. She looked aroused, although slightly embarrassed. Shay was much better at hiding that itching feeling between her legs, than she was.The next day at work Elise had trouble concentrating. The thought of young blonde Shay, fucking at the apartment, in front of ‘the audience’ had kept her awake all night. That afternoon, during a business meeting in the conference room, Elise double-clicked a just arrived email. As an investment advisor explained his strategy proposals to the assembled ‘suits’, Elise read Jo’s message.It was about this Saturday night. About a time and place, about what she should wear, and what she was expected to do. It was about a lesbian orgy in the apartment.Elise was shocked but kept her composure. Group sex, anonymous fucking. She slightly blushed, felt feverish. “Oh my god…” she whispered. This would be her first ever orgy. With a faint smile she carefully closed her laptop. After the meeting she wandered down the hallway towards her desk. She caught a glimpse of intern Shay Baker, coming out of Dee Benson’s office. “I didn’t know you were involved with Jo Matheson,” Elise whispered to her, as she pointed towards her office. “Have you met Ella Anderson?” Shay asked while closing the door behind her. Elise raised her eyebrows but silently nodded. She remembered Jo’s introduction at The Continental Hotel a week ago. “She’s bisexual,” Shay said. “She’s rabid, aggressive, she does whatever she wants with you, but she’s a great teacher in al things ‘fucking”. “I met her a week ago,” Elise said. “She has those bright blue eyes, a heavy tan and a masculine face, with very short black hair. She’s a photographer for real estate firms, isn’t she?” A wry smile appeared on Shay’s face. “Yeah, that’s the official PR-line. That’s what she tells everybody and that’s what everybody thinks. But there’s not a lot of money in that kind of work…” Shay paused, came closer to Elise, caressed her face and whispered close to her ear.“She’s secretly shooting porn, Elise.”“It’s for the Chinese market, clandestine imports. You know, under the counter hardcore wank magazines. And she sells footage to them for illicit DVDs…”Elise was shocked and puzzled at the same time. If Ella was doing that sort of stuff, then why did Jo Matheson introduce her to her?Elise whispered as she reached over to Shay; “I know from yesterday that you eh… ‘performed’… at Jo’s apartment. Did you ever… I mean… with Ella… did you do… porn… for her?” Shay looked at her in silence for a moment. She had managed to keep it a secret for a long time. Nobody was supposed to know. She blushed and turned, facing away from Elise. “Yeah… I eh, well, you know, I really liked it the first time, Elise. It was just great. We knew we were all there for the same thing. Group fucking. I did it everywhere, with anyone and everyone. And then there were the cameras. And the spotlights. God, such a turn-on. And the crew, watching, perving on us, some of them wanking.” Shay slowly turned around. “I’m eh, I’m in my prime, Elise. I’ve got a hot young body. I know everybody wants to fuck me. It’s too good to let it go to waste.”“So I fuck. I mean a lot. With anyone.”“And Ella… Well, …Ella knows girls. She knows me. Through Jo, she managed to seduce me into it. You know, fucking at Jo’s apartment… you get so wild and hot… you’ll do anything… anything… to satisfy the cravings. Lesbian, group sex… doing it with total strangers… thinking about it still makes me so horny. I need it so badly, it makes my skin crawl… There must be many wank magazines in China with me in it… full-page photos… me, stark naked over two pages, with my legs wide open…” “Jo and Ella… they take advantage, because they know I’m hooked…”“What about you, are you hooked Elise?”Elise was silent. She didn’t know. She had performed for Jo. Ella Anderson knew about her. Only time would tell.It was a cool but sunny Saturday afternoon. Elise Saunders and her parents, Thomas and Jean Saunders, went up the stairs of The Asquith Hotel in downtown Boston. An elegant and exclusive establishment, The Asquith’s garden tearoom was famous for its setting and elaborate afternoon tea. Elise’s father was dressed in light grey trousers, an immaculate white shirt and navy blazer. She and her mother wore matching sleek, tight-fitting, knee-length floral dresses, accessorized with breezy scarves and designer sunglasses. The elegant appearance of the eminent Saunders clan coordinated well with the stylish surroundings.“What’s the matter, Elise? You seem so unsettled. Everything ok at Ellersley Davis? Have some more tea and cake, darling…” Elise’s mother Joan felt her nervousness. Elise was in hot anticipation of the events of late that evening at the apartment. “Yeah,” Elise lied; “I’ve got some important work for Monday so I want to start preparing today…” Under her floral dress she slightly squeezed her legs together. The thought of being in an orgy, fucking with a dozen strangers made her restless.Late that afternoon she returned to her spacious flat. She immediately took off her clothes and went into the shower. Dripping wet she left the bathroom and roamed her apartment stark naked. She couldn’t stop herself from spreading her legs, furiously rubbing her twitching vagina. On the sofa. On the dining table. On the kitchen floor. In the hallway. She masturbated everywhere. Images of wild group fucking had been with her all day. Any release would only be temporarily. Tonight, they could all do with her whatever they wanted. Naked, she rummaged through her closet. She chose her elegant black and silver evening outfit. Shay had told her to wear items that she could easily take off. With practical zippers and clips for easy stripping.Around 10.30pm a Jo’s limo arrived at her door. Elise slipped into the back seat. She glanced at the drivers’ eyes, visible in the rear view mirror. Fifteen minutes later she left the car, entered the building and stepped into the elevator. Nervously she slowly opened the door to the apartment. The place was sparsely lit apart from a red glow coming from down the hallway, where the lounge was. Elise slowly moved towards the red light. She heard the moaning sound of people fucking, amidst the beat of loud music. In the darkness she didn’t notice the tiny cameras, hidden in the ceiling of the rooms where the down lights used to be. Unbeknown to her she would play her part in a porno film for the Chinese market. Upon entering the bedroom the full extend of the orgy-in-progress hit her. Shocked she gasped while staring at the large pile of intertwined female bodies, snaking through each other, the collective flesh moving like a worm-like mass on the beat of the music. The pulsating sweaty meat slowly turned under the spotlights on a round, red upholstered bed, much larger then she remembered from last time. The floor was wet and sticky, covered with half empty green and black champagne bottles. Along the walls a few naked girls lay sprawled out on the floor. Some of them looked dazed, their eyes hollow. Elise saw white powder changing hands. Despite Jo’s detailed email, she found the whole situation overwhelming but a turn on in all its depravity. She slowly kicked off her silver heels and moved towards the large turning bed, carefully avoiding the half empty champagne bottles that littered the floor and soaked the carpet. She came closer to the frantic worm-like mass. It was impossible to guess how many people were down there. Most of the girls she could identify had dark pubic hair, were Asian or white and very young. The mass sakarya escort bayan of bodies moved on the rhythm of the incessant beat. Elise knew from Jo’s email that most of them had taken something to keep them going. The fucking would be frenetic for the next few hours.A few hands reached out from the moving flesh and managed to grab the hem of Elise’s silver dress. Already too aroused to resist, she was pulled towards the edge of the very slow turning bed. With open mouth she watched the hands move up and spread her legs. She felt them under her dress, fingers probing her vagina. Elise, being pulled further onto the bed, feebly resisted. She breathed heavily and placed her knees further apart. She gasped. Her body shook as many fingers pulled aside her panties and pushed into her. More hands appeared, squeezing her hips and hard small buttocks, fingers hooking into her holes. Amidst all the hands, fingers and moving flesh she realized she had to get to the balcony to face ‘her audience’. In a disheveled state, she slowly dislodged herself from the mass of hands and fingers and stumbled barefoot towards the large sliding windows, out onto the balcony. The cool air surrounded her as she looked across the street. Up here, there were many onlookers, crowding behind the windows on the other side. She slightly turned, stared through the glass behind her at the sweaty frantic pile of human meat and slowly pulled down the back zipper of her silver dress. She glanced at ‘her audience’ as the fabric slid of her shoulders, exposing her black underwear. She slowly turned around and carefully unclipped her tiny bra, exposing her small hard breasts and nipples. With her back against the glass and one foot on the balustrade she unclipped her black panties. She opened her legs and furiously fingered herself, while giving all the voyeurs a very close up look of her hot vagina.On the opposite side, two silhouettes behind a window watched Elise as she stripped and masturbated, stark naked on the balcony, displaying herself, with the worm-like mass of bodies raging behind her.“Hmmm… she’s a very talented girl, isn’t she,” Ella Anderson murmured while looking at Elise’s naked body from behind the high windows of Jo’s condo. “I told you I found you another performer,” Jo said. “I hope your camera here in the window works. You should have hours of hi-res footage for another DVD. I think she will be in great demand with the Chinese. You’d probably could get her naked in front of your camera, or put her into one of your swinger groups. I think all your regular fuckers would love to explore her body. With a bit of coaching, she would be up for anything. We could make a lot of money out of her…”“Isn’t that something,” Ella smilingly mused; “The daughter of one of the most respected business families of Boston, in front of us, stark naked, fingering herself on a balcony, joining an orgy and appearing in a Chinese porno film… I thought I’d seen it all.”Elise, unaware of the cameras, had fingered herself into such an erotic state that she simply had to go inside and join the mass of moving bodies. She left the balcony and slowly presented herself stark naked at the edge of the large bed. Hands reached out, grabbing her thighs, squeezing her buttocks. Fingers pushed in between her legs, running up through her slit, probing her anus. On hands and knees she slowly crawled towards the centre of the bed, trying to resist being pulled down. She didn’t reach the middle. The groping was too strong, seducing her to become part of the worm-like pulsating mass. She was turned on her back and covered under moving bodies. Hands pushed open her legs impossibly wide. Tongues and mouths licked and sucked her pulsating labia. Fingers pushed into her tight anus. Some ones’ sticky vagina slid onto her mouth. She frantically licked and sucked the strangers’ hot opening. Her first wild orgasm didn’t solve anything. She bucked and contorted. Her legs went to jelly. She gasped but soon another strange slit pushed itself onto her mouth. The hands that grabbed her buttocks and the mouth eating her vagina held on tight. “Oh fuck yeah, eat me, come on, eat me!” Her wild screams were drowned out by the incessant beat to which everything moved. Hands squeezed her hard flesh and small tits. Lips were fanatically sucking her rock hard towering nipples. The smell of champagne, sweat and bodily fluids overwhelmed her. She was a willing fuck toy, belonging to the moving intoxicated mass, which frantically stimulated and used her throbbing meat.Champagne was used to spray and cool off the moving bodies. Some high and drunk naked girls in the lounge simply poured out the bubbly liquid over the pulsation bodies. One bottle slowly found its way to Elise. She was on her back, eating and sucking another strange vagina. With her legs impossibly wide, she twisted her body as she felt the cool liquid being poured out over her, running down her midriff and into her pubic hair. The cold neck of the bottle was teasingly sliding down her chest and hard stomach. She slightly lifted her midriff as the neck slid up and down between her labia, over her hot opening. Suddenly it turned and jammed deep into her red slit. She screamed and contorted. It was touching and rubbing her cavity walls in all the right places. She lifted her midriff even further but couldn’t escape. “No, no, oh please nooo!” she screamed. Her voice was lost in the beat, her red panting face disappeared underneath wet pubic hair and sweating bodies. The bottle tilted, the cool bubbly champagne rushed inside her, making her lean body twist, cramp and shudder. The hidden cameras recorded how her midriff slightly raised itself above the pulsating mass. Elise was being penetrated between her legs with a champagne bottle, roughly jamming in and out of her throbbing hole. The bottle eventually pulled out, spraying sticky bubbly liquid all over Elise’s sweat covered, filthy meat, and everything around her. Mixing with the sweat and other fluids it lubricated the constant substance-fuelled movement of the fucking ‘worms’.It was just after 2am.The lounge room was dark and largely deserted. Elise came to her senses. She was lying on the wet carpet in between empty bottles, naked and in a mess. Her skin was sticky and stained. Her eyes were hollow, her genitals red and raw. Four frantic girls were still tribbing as a group under the red lights on the rotating bed. A few naked girls she didn’t know were lying motionless with their legs wide open on the wet, champagne drenched carpet. Elise managed to drag herself off the floor and stumbled towards one of the walls. She was tired and sore. She glanced at two girls, slumped in a nearby corner. Elise noticed their tattoos, their hollow eyes, the blank stares. It was obvious they were ‘out of it’ and had taken ‘something’. One of them slowly gestured to her to come over. “Squat over us,” she incoherently slurred. “Come on, give us your slit, you beautiful whore…” Elise just tiredly smiled. “Yeah,” she whispered. “Yeah, beautiful whore…” She hesitantly stumbled up to the two strangers, slowly positioned her feet wide apart and deeply squatted over the two girls, leaning with both arms against the wall. She glanced over her shoulder at the tribbing foursome on the rotating bed as the two girls slowly got in position underneath, in between her wide open legs. Elise slightly jumped . She felt their warm mouths on her hot opening. They started to suck on her slit. Their fingers pushed open her labia, wet tongues sliding deep inside. Their fingers delved in between her hard sweaty buttocks. “Oh yeah, oh fuck yeah…” she moaned. “Beautiful, I watch them fuck over there while they’re eating me over here. Oh yeah, wonderful. Finger me girls, eat me, enjoy…” The hidden cameras recorded a stark naked Elise, squatting more, pushing out her small dirty arse cheeks. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she moaned as the side of her panting face rested against the wall. The two girls mysteriously looked at each other as they stared into Elise’s red open vagina and smelled her warm flesh. One of the girls ran her fingertips through Elise’s short dark pubic hair. “Oh yeah,’ she whispered to the other; “Look at this chick. Feel her pubes, smell her warm meat. God, I fuckin’ love it.” The other nodded as she delved with two fingers into Elise’s arse. “Yeah, and look at this. She’s got such a tight anus. I can hardly get two fingers in. We both could eat her all night…”“Maybe… maybe we should?” Both girls smiled and playfully flicked their tongues at the prospect.A hand of one of the girls reached down for the carpet. Her fingers searched the wet surface until they found a tiny plastic bag. She glanced down and pried open the bag, coating her fingertips with a white powder. She carefully rubbed the white soggy substance between her fingertips and mischievously showed it to the other girl. She just stared at the moving fingers and nodded. Both girls repositioned to the front. Elise moaned as she felt them both licking up and down her throbbing vagina. She slowly moved her midriff, attempting to fuck those two mouths between her legs, eating her out. She felt warm lips latching onto her swollen labia. Fingers slid up and down on the inside, rasping her oversensitive clit. The two hot girls excitedly grinned as one of them carefully smeared the soggy substance inside Elise’s labia and onto her hard clit. It didn’t take long for it to take effect. It traveled quickly from Elise’s vagina through her throbbing veins to her brain. “Oh fuck, what’s happening? What are you two doing to me?” Elise started to tremble. She looked down at the two girls mouths delving deep into her. She squatted more, while pushing herself from the wall with stretched out arms. She suddenly felt light headed. Her nipples were glowing, her clit was so hard, it started to jump. She had spasms, she trembled and moaned loudly. Her midriff moved wildly on those two tongues between her legs. Her small buttocks squeezed together and shook with hard sudden movements.Elise could hardly stand anymore. Exhausted and confused her legs had turned to jelly. She leaned against the wall. Wide-eyed she panted and furiously fingered herself. What was happening to her? She felt so glowingly hot. Her vagina was twitching like hell, more than at any time during the evening. She gasped. Another orgasm was rapidly building up. She looked at the two girls with their mysterious grins. “What have you done to me? Who are you? What did you do down there… Oh god, I’m close to coming again…” One of the girls rubbed two fingers together in front of Elise’s face, who was frantically fingering, gasping and moaning. “We’ve given you a strong aphrodisiac beautiful girl, mixed with…well… ‘something else’, to keep you going… for the next few hours.” The girl came closer and whispered; “This stuff is really full on. You’ll be fucking your brains out until you pass out… I don’t know who you are baby, but your naked body belongs to us.”For a moment Elise just gazed at her. “Whatever you want, I don’t care. Oh shit, here it comes…” She felt her next orgasm rapidly traveling up. She panted and squeezed her small hot breasts while leaning against the wall. She slowly slid down on the floor as her legs gave way. The itching became too much to bear. The chemicals were about to take over. On the wet carpet, in front of the two girls, her orgasm hit her brain. She opened her legs wide and pounded her slit with her fingers. Her body shook and contorted. She pushed up her chest and squeezed her breasts. Her hot moans filled the lounge room. The girls watched Elise’s body snake on the floor. They glanced at each other, then quickly searched for their small bags and pulled out their phones. Mobiles were strictly not allowed in, but they just didn’t care. Their rebellious nature however paid off. Here was an opportunity to film this hot chick, whoever she was, finger-fucking herself. They could show it to their lesbian student friends. Maybe even get some ‘likes’ by posting it online. The girls switched on the camera function and, down on the floor, held up their mobiles, filming in between Elise’s wide-open legs, focusing on her red throbbing vagina. Elise was too far away by now. Her body had taken over. She furiously groped herself in the far dark corner of the lounge, in the small spotlights of the mobile cameras filming her.It was 4am.Elise slowly woke up. She was lying slumped in the far corner of the lounge room. Naked, sore and confused, she remembered how those two strange girls had used her body for them to get off. Lying on the carpet, they were both hotly riding up against her from different angles. She had felt them groping and eating her everywhere. Together they had been a frantic cluster of sweaty bodies, arms and legs. She didn’t remember the cameras. Nor the footage on the girls’ phones of her stark naked on the floor, masturbating. The aphrodisiacs had slightly worn off. The red lights in the room were still on but the empty bed had stopped rotating. A few disheveled looking girls were dozing in a corner. Elise stumbled around the lounge, avoiding the empty bottles, trying to find her silver dress. She spotted it like some rag, lying next to the round bed. She couldn’t be bothered finding her underwear. She had left it probably somewhere on the balcony. Barefoot and filthy she unsteadily found her way out of the lounge room, down the hallway, to the apartment’s front door. She got into the elevator and out of the building. Down the road she spotted Jo’s parked up limousine. A knock on the side window woke up the driver.In the middle of the night the chauffeured car silently floated through the empty streets. On the large black leather back seat, Elise in her short silver dress sat slumped in a corner. She was exhausted and felt sore everywhere. She thought about Shay’s words, about Jo as a client, and about the many strangers who had fucked her body. She casually glanced at the rear view mirror. Her eyes met with those of the driver. She wearily smiled and pretended to doze off. Deliberately she slowly opened her legs more and more. The driver stared through the mirror, ogling Elise’s bright red open vagina. He just gasped and grinned. This dirty girl at the back in the silver dress had certainly been ‘very busy’ tonight. At her building’s front door she swiped her key card as the limo with the voyeur driver disappeared into the night. Back in her apartment, she dropped her short dress on the floor and went straight into the shower. Wet and sore, she opened the fridge, took out an icepack, and wedged it between her legs, soothing her sensitive crotch. She stayed in bed that Sunday, nursing the fiery red area between her legs. The event profoundly changed her. Images of what had happened to her on Saturday night kept racing through her mind. She was still sore when on Monday morning at work a glowing email entered her laptop. Everyone across the street had loved the detailed view of her naked body and had watched her wild antics. Reading Jo’s email turned her on. Her awoken desire raised her heartbeat and made her feel slightly feverish. She was pleased with herself and mischievously smiled at the thought that her naked body and fuck skills had convinced Jo Matheson to stay as a client at her firm for a long time.She didn’t know about the cameras. About the footage Dee Benson had seen weeks later on her laptop. How Dee had recognised her in that lesbian orgy… Elise Saunders, legal specialist at Ellersley Davis, performing in a porno film.Elise realised more then ever… that she was hooked. There was no turning back from all this anymore. It would be only a matter of time before her urges would become unbearable and she would be ready to perform again for her client at the apartment.Another email arrived. Elise double-clicked the icon. It was an invitation from Ella Anderson…
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