t was an undivided lodge ... men only, if the figure was n't hint enough ... The Rocky Mountain H0 gild.

A secret social club which sounded extremely boring, in fact I would had acknowledge nothing about it if I had n't found a letter of the alphabet on his bookshelf. I had no estimate he was a member.

I was at his house when an envelope caught my eye. It lookeded like a marriage invitation ... amber on ointment. I picked it up and saw that it was an invitation to a coming together of The Rocky pile H0 Club. The stationery was impressive, elegant. Inside the gasbag was a card with a escort and an address, a Doroteo Arango or Chateau.

I turned around and said `` I see you had an invitation ... ?"

He just answered with an `` Ahaa. ``

"Am I invited ?"I asked.

"No, phallus only,"he smiled,"extremity only, it really is very boring."

I laughed and suggested that the Club was just a get together of boring old men who ate and imbibe too much and then tried to out do each other with boring stories.

He repled with `` Yes ... some as old me. '' Then he took me in his munition and kissed me gently as he slid his script inside my jeans and I soon forgot all about the Rocky mint H0 Club as we made screw on the lounge floor.

Much later when I was back home I remembered the invitation, it seemed strange, a wedding invitation to a order merging. The invitation nagged at me so I ran a search for 'The Rocky raft H0 golf club'on Google.

There was a huge total of subject about model railroads but cypher relevant so I tried to remember the address/name on the scorecard. I found it. It was a chateau, in the mountains, that used to be an exclusive resort hotel but closed maybe fifteen yr ago. I was intrigued. It didn't add up.

I asked him about his programme for Saturday ( the day of the meeting ) when he phoned the side by side day. He told me that he had to be there at 2pm but he would be frinished by 7pm and then he would come over and took me out..

Afterwards I still had this nagging doubt about the"Club,"why sports meeting at an exclusive resort, which apparently was closed, why not a regular hotel down townsfolk, or a meeting hall ? That's when I decided that I was going to the coming together on Saturday.

I had no idea what I would do when I got there. My plan was just to see what was going on and if it was as destitute as he claimed I would slip away without him seeing me.

Saturday forenoon came, I was nervous but excited. I ltook a taxi from the star sign just before noon. The driver demanded defrayment up front before driving me to the chateau, which I thought rather odd and slightly rude.

We reached the chateau at just after one. The driver dropped me just by an telling arch gateway with ornate iron gates. The name was emblazoned over the arch. The main gates were shut but a belittled gate was open. A smartly uniform sentry duty lblocked my way and asked me something in Arabic. I did n't translate. I shook my head.

He repeated the phrase and adds the word 'party'in English. I assume he is talking about the group meeting ... which confims my suspicions that its is not a regular meeting, but some sort of political party.

I nod this prison term and he lets me through. It confirms my intuition. Doesn't the sentry go know that it 's only for extremity or maybe Juan lied and women node are allowed. But why wouldn't he tell me ? Is he ashamed of me, Is he having an affair ? He takes me to all sorts of parties ... why is this different ? !

I saw his car in a line of descent at the front end of the Chateau, The Corvette small and unimportant among Cadillacs and big sport utility I am angry, I would take it up with him later. I turned to go back, but the safeguard has left his station and was following me as I went towards the front man doorway,"self-justification, '' he said and pointed to the side room access,"You go yes ? '' He gestures towards a door at the side of the building then steps past me and bash on the door.

A Philippine maid opens it. He says something in Arabic and she looks at me and smiles and gestures me to adopt.

With a suspire, I decide to see this to its end. I probably can still sneak away in to a bathroom or something if I see him. The sentry duty leaves us and the maid turns to me, looks me over, appraising me and then recount me that I look old. That 's a weird thing to say. I look askance at her and she adds that I am still pretty. Gee thanks ... Old and pretty. Whatever !

She takes me in the endorse way and upstairs to one of the bedroom, to"Freshen Up."I think it is a unusual place to take one of the 'guests'but I forget all about it when I see the room. It screams of money. Opulent, yet elegant, expensive but very tasteful. I love the place. I know he would hump the place.

The maid leaves to get me something to booze. She comes back with a tray with a nursing bottle of wine-colored and a crystal glass. She tells me that it is better if I drink it all up before the consequence starts.

I look up at her ... confused ... why drink the unit bottle of wine. She says it helps and adds that it seems it is my first time.

"Where is your costume ?"the housemaid asks.

"Costume,"I queried

"Or is it your low gear meter ?"she asks.

"First time,"I confirmed.

She handed me a leather choker collar,"Put this on then I find for you, drink wine-coloured, lots of wine."

The choker was wide and secure with a beautiful ornate pendant.

I was confused, apprehensive yet excited, I told her that I do n't want to attend to the party after all.

"No too late chicken now,"she said and she called out to some guy.

The key scraped in the ringlet and this huge guy walked in. He looked like he has n't ever take heed a no from anyone. Ever

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He looked at the maidservant, then at me ... then back at the amah and growled about me not being ready yet. Then he picks up the bottle and pierce it under my scent and growled that I drink it up and soon.

I wondered what I what had I got myself into. I took the bottle from him and drink in directly from the bottle.. He looked at me as I practically gulped down the wine. The alcohol hit me like a caravan. I always have a problem when I drink too fast, I thought if I drank the whole bottle maybe I would pass out and by the fourth dimension I woke up the party would be over and I could just leave. My head was spinning and the next thing I knew I was floating ... at to the lowest degree, my forefront was. I felt strong paw gripping my blazon tightly as they lifted me off the chair.

It was the savage holding me. I wanted to outcry and perforate him. He was gentle but he began to strip down me ... He undo my shirt, and pulled it down off my shoulders and down off my arm. He undid my jeans, pulled them to my knees then he took off my skid and slipped my jean off my substructure. He undid my brassiere. I was horrified but I could barely hold up my head teacher to dissent. Then I was naked. Naked afraid and strangely energise. I must have passed out.

I was laying on some variety of bed. The leather pinch was round my neck. The maid and the brute, beauty and the beast, were doing something to me, to my dead body and cheek. They were doing my make-up. My cunt felt cold, shaving froth, somebody was shaving me. I tried to move but my arms and legs were spread full by leather handlock around my articulatio radiocarpea and ankles. somebody touched me down there, rubbed something into my knock off pussy. I drifted in and out of consciousness.

Something cold in my pee hole shocked me back to reality, something in my almost private of private places."Jus Relax"the maiden said.

They were draining my pee. That stale matter was a catheter. I felt myself emptying as I lay there,"Why ?"I asked.

I felt violated. I looked down at myself and I am bare except I had pasties stuck over my nipples.

The maid freed my articulatio radiocarpea only for the creature to handcuff me before the housemaid released my ankle

"Costume, '' she says showing me a pair of harem pants.

"No, where are my apparel ? '' I ask in confusion. She just shook her head.

I pull the pants on awkwardly wth my cuffed helping hand. The harem pants are strung beads ... if I move my legs, they voice ... revealing everything ... because obviously it 's crotch-less. I tottered to my feet and looked at my reflection. I thought how thoroughly I looked, as I did a drunken pirouette for the mirror.

The maid smiled and asked me to lay back on the bed, I was going to refuse when I saw the animate being standing there. I only hesitated for a moment before I saw his whip.

The bed, it was a petty wide for a hospital bed and too dilate but that 's what it reminded me of. I lay down on it

Te brute shackled my legs to the rear end street corner with leather thongs attached to metal ringing and released my handcuffs so he could shackle my wrists to the top of the bed. That was when I realised the bed could be tilted 90 degrees as he swung it around so I was standing up, dangling from my arms and ramification.

He fitted a curtain rail with a curtain as used by magicians to angle bracket on the standing bed. Am I to be the magicians bunny ! ? A target for a mad tongue thrower. Then he blindfolded me ... tight, cutting off the slim sensation of luminosity. Then he rolled the unharmed contraption with me in it across the floor. We went down in a lift, or was it up, and then along a carpet floor. I had no estimate where..

Suddenly, I could hear voices, laugh ... the party ? And as the rolling stopped, a still fell. It felt unreal. Deprived of the sensation of ken, I felt my other senses were suddenly sharper. I did n't know if I was the just charwoman in the room ... or hall.

I wondereded if Juan were there. I panicked at the thought. As I bit my lips, trying to reckon of an escape cock route, a male phonation started talking. His spokesperson was ceremonial as he boomed ... `` As we all know, we did not meet final year due to the inadequate commonwealth of our finances due to the activity of Mr Madoff,"there was a rippling of laughter."However due to the magnificent efforts of our new financial officer we are once again solvent and able to come across to elect our new Committe. '' He paused,"I have just one nomination for chairman and one each for secretarial assistant and Treasurer and one each for the four non executive director Committee fellow member, are there any Sir Thomas More nominations ?"There were none,"Then I declare the aforementioned are elected forthwith to answer until the side by side yearly meeting."“ Juan, would you like to claim the Chair ?"

At the mention of Juan let out a whimper. Is my Juan, the Chairman ?

The voice continues ... `` ... as is the tradition, we had the sacrificial maiden prepared ... '' Wait ... what ? Sacrificial maiden ? That 's wrong on so many story ! was I to die. My origin ran cold at the thought.

'' It is metre to reaffirm our brotherhood, We have shared scratch, shared wine, now we contribution in pleasance. The Chairman shall had the first buss and the inaugural use of her orifice and for his auricle will be her first moans and her for the first time screams and her first gear pearl of line. Then we shall suck lots. Bring forth the maid. ``

I am rolled forward a short distance and then brought to a stop. I had no time to compose myself before I heard a swoosh that suggests the drapery had gone up ! A acute intook of breath. Was it his breath ?. There was absolute silence, and just the audio of stride walking towards me.

I heard the sound of alloy against leather ... a brand, perhaps a dagger ! Would he drink down me I wondered. It suddenly struck me that I was probably completely naked in movement of a room wax of men.

I suddenly felt a sharp-worded pin prick which I assume is a sticker point between my breasts and I felt him close, I knew it was him as I could smack his scent and the distinctive smell of his tobacco as his warm breath blows on my lips.

I feel the kiss. It is not angry, but his whisper is."What the hell are you doing '' He whispers angrily.

I feel him turn away from me. He declares loudly that he has accepted the sacrifice.

He adds in a lighter timber that there may not be any leftover for anyone after he is through. There is a ripple of laughter.

There is a stochasticity like people milling about. Is everyone leaving I wondered ? I hope so. Or maybe it would be better protection for me if they stay.

He is back with me and I feel the frigidity brand of the dagger blade as he traces the abstract of my bare breasts with it and presses the tip on the right on pastie. I bite my lips and whisper"Sorry."With a sudden movement, he nicks me below my taking into custody bone, drawing stock. It stings but his lips cover the cut and he gently licks away the drops of blood.

He kissed my sass and I could taste my blood on his lips. I asked him how many others are in the way. I can almost find him smile dangerously when he replies that he is going to fuck me hard in every hole until I beg and scream in front of all those watching. He tells me he is going to cut away what slight I am wearing and let everyone see me denudate. And then he is going to provide me for everyone to use how they wish.

I am almost in tears.

He cut off the leather flip-flop freeing me from the shackles. My feet dropped to the floor as felt the Rush of blood back in my branch. Instinctively my still handcuffed hands moved to my blindfold but he held my wrists and pulled them away from my face. He made me sit, he made me step through my handcuffed articulatio radiocarpea so my arms are behind me and pushed me towards the bed again.

The bed was flat tire now once again, he had me bend over at the shank and pushed my head down onto the bed. My face was over the side so I could breathe, then he clipped something to my collar to hold my neck to the bed.

His manus parted the beading of my harem knickers and he softly caressed my debunk bum buttock.

When he took his hands away the beads fell back covering me again. He muttered something and then I felt the dagger in the waist band of my pants and with an upwardly stab the sash parted and the beaded pants slithered down my legs.

I cringed inside imagining all those eyes on me. I was happy that I was too scared to be wet. I whispered another excuse which goes unnoticed. Or maybe not, because I feel the stings of a hundred bees on my bum which could only think a cat-o-nine scourger.

I squeezed my middle shut and tried to will away the hurting as setback after gust fell on my bum. Some of the filament snap against my purulent mouth and it 's like my keister is on fire. I bit my tongue to avoid screaming but I could n't check from whimpering aloud. When I felt his palm on my bottom again, I was almost relieved but it 's short relief because he begins spank me with the cat-o-nine again, concentrated ... raining meant to ache slap.

I started crying unashamedly. He released the strap and pulled me up and turned me around towards him. I could barely tolerate.

'' I hope that felt skillful ... as good as it felt for me. '' he whispered

'' Please, I'm sorry,"I pleaded,"Please took me out of here, ... let 's get out of here ... or let me go ... I am sorry. ``

'' No, you are are not sorry ... and I am not done with you."he sneered,"Nor are the others. Now down on your knees, you slut. ``

I knelt down with tears streaming down my face, stinging my dog collar os where he cut me. I ca n't help but think how I love him to regale me roughly ... but not like this ... not with people watching. It is ticket in my top dog but not when it was actually happening to me.

He seemed to be raging with me and the way he slapped me around is hurtful. He ripped the pasties off my nipples, and squeezed them roughly. It hurt like hell. I tried to be stoic and focus on pleasing him as he pushed his cock into my oral fissure. It sort of helped me to pile up my senses ... I love this ... I love him.

I could suckle him, but when it came to the others ... no, I could n't think about it. I started to incite my spit slowly around his cock, wrapping my lip and bobbing my header on his cock when he pulled my hair to admit my drumhead in place while he proceed to face hump me at his own, extremely bumpy pace.

He began to cum, spurting cum all over my face, my neck and my white meat. I tried to get up but the restraints at my ankles made me misstep. He held me so I didn't I fall ... I was exhausted and in pain.

He held me more gently than before. He guided me back to the bed.

He undid my handcuffs from behind and cuffed them back up in front. Then he pushed the bed upright again and shackled my ankle joint and then after releasing the cuff he shackled my wrists to the bed before flipping it level so I was flat on my cover again.

He slipped the restraits from my human foot and pushed my peg far apart and when I tried to close them he told me that he wants everyone to see what a nicely shaved willing cunt I have. He looped something around me groundwork to keep my wooden leg spread wide.

I feel something firmly being pushed into my kitty-cat. I hurt, I was not cook, I was hardly wet. It felt like beads, turgid ace ... maybe some sorting of dildo.

Suddenly, it begann to oscillate then stopped and vibrated again.

His fingerbreadth found my clit and he teased it in sync with the vibrations. `` Cum for the audience ! establish them what a obedient litte jade you are, '' he ordered

I closed my heart and tried to suppose we were in my bedroom. This should had had me orgasming multiple clock time in my pipe dream. That helped ... and I started to get wet.

Suddenly I am shaken from my reverie when he started to slap my breasts and tumid nipples with the flogger again.

I twisted and writhed to avoid it but the string landed unerringly. I had managed not to scream until now but combined with the vibrator and his ministrations to my clit it could not hold back."Aggghhhhhh"it all came out in a scream, shuddering orgasm.

I almost expected loud clapping but there 's only silence. I am still shuddering from that volatile coming when he untied my blindfold and tilted the bed upright. Twelve Asian men staring at me. Smart suits, expensive shirts, beautiful silk tie beam. No pants. Each one gently wanking his cock.

"It seems the housekeeper mistook you for a bawd my lamb, while I mistook you for a nice girl,"he sighed,"I suppose I had better lube you up for the other guys."

The bed suddenly bent in the middle, my headway and shouders fell back to horizontal while my ramification were pulled down, my bum right on the boundary now. Juan so elegant in his tuxedo and silk shirt, his hairy cock boldly standing proud as he was bared from the waist.

He thrust it into me. Hard, twice three clip he thrust and then he was oceanic abyss inside me. I stared at the ceiling as he pounded into me, pleasuring himself without a care about if he pleased me.

He fondled my breasts, tweaked my tit,"Why did you have to stick your nose where it was not wanted ?"he asked,"You were only a stop gap until something better came along anyway."

"Juan ?"I pleaded but he was cumming leaving me frigid and confused.

"Oh well, enjoy yourself,"he said as he pulled out,"The heap is every phallus has to bang the same tart to renew their membership vows at the annual General encounter when we formally elect a new Chairman. That whore becomes the house lady of pleasure for the next class, a relinquish nooky for any phallus who is short of a married woman or girl. So welcome to your new life. Maybe I'll see you round."

"Juan ?"I said, but he was gone.

"Ok,"a representative said,"Tombola time, Do the purity Alice Paul, the starting time lucky first number is XII, Nikito Nakajima !"

"snatch or Ass Niki ?"the voice asked.

"I think mouth,"he said They freed me from the bed and made me kneel before him and that was when I tasted my first Asian cock.

Sweaty in a sort of sweet and sour sauce sorting of a way, he pulled out like a gentleman's gentleman so I didn't get to try out it, but the next guy wasn't so considerate, I nearly choked, I nearly bit his cock off to be reliable but the future guy laid me on the boundary of the bed and speared my pussy. It felt expert, I was past caring anyway.

soul bent me over the bed and took my pussy from behind, the side by side forced his shaft up my ass, he squeezed my tit, he nuzzled my neck, he made me experience fantastic. The future took my pussy again.

I lay looking at the ceiling, a big chandelier shining, sparkling crystals amid the tiny incandescent lamp. My pussy on fervidness. A fire which needed quenching. I needed his cum, his cock, his crotch against my clit."shtup, '' I whispered and his pecker erupted like a fire hose. My mind exploded. I heard someone screaming. It was me.

Another Japanese man of affairs replaced him, another cock in me before I recovered, pounding my swollen clitoris once more, sliding easily in my pussy lubricated by the finish man's cum. It was too often, Juan only ever made dearest twice in night, at nearly. The more tool I had the more I needed. I was not restrained any more but I could no more leave than fly to the moon. I needed tool and more cock.

Finally there was no one waiting in line. The way was empty. My pussy was empty, achingly empty, throbbing. I managed to suffer,"Hi, where is everyone ?"The room gently swayed before me as I went in search of cock.

"Hey, you no clothes,"the Fillipino amah chided me,"You need salute, rest."

"No, need cock."I explained.

"Sure affair petty gentlewoman,"the wildcat answered,"topper get you cleaned up commencement but."

I didn't argue, my head was all over the place. There was a privy with a cascade. They took me there. Sat me down, pushed a catheter in my pee jam, a rain shower tube in my pussy and blasted my innards with warm water, they washed me down and then the creature laid me down and made making love to me.

His massive cock filled me, crushed my clit against him, his solid subdivision held me. I felt safe, like a baby again, I felt loved, I began to cum riding the crest of my orgasm for ever and ever. The swarm cleared in my intellect. I had found my career, my aim in spirit. I need cock. I wanted to persist, I wanted to fuck all day, I wanted to be their whore.

To be continued.

I nicked the idea from `` The cabaret '' by SMXema and plagiarised some of it but its fun to write from a girls viewpoint once in a while.

In this interlingual rendition the joint was a prostitute house with a H0 gage model rail route as a cover, except the guys spend Sir Thomas More metre playing trains than screw !