Chapter 1
"Well, what do you think of it?" Donald asked Mary, and he could see the way her face was starting to light up.
Mary Rogers had never been to a place as beautiful as this one in her life. When she had first met Donald Carter, she had been shocked that he had even taken the slightest bit of interest in her. After all, he had just come up to her bank window to make a deposit, and as she had worked the machines, she had kept her eyes on him. Of course, she had noticed that his balance was quite sizeable, but, she told herself, she had noticed his good looks before even seeing how much money he had.
When she had walked back up to him, returning his bank book with the new deposit added, he had smiled. She'd noticed how straight and white his teeth were, and she'd also noticed a dimple that she hadn't seen before.
"What are you doing this evening, you cute thing?" he had asked her, and Mary knew that her whole face had turned red. When that happened, she always thought that she looked rather strange, because her hair was a light blonde, and with a red face, her looks just didn't cut it.
"Nothing," she had said to him.
"Then write your name on this piece of paper, and Donald Carter is going to take you out and - show you parts of town that you never even knew existed."
Mary had done just that, and for the rest of the day, she had been a mess, wondering if he would really come, and if someone as ordinary as herself could please him.
Late in the afternoon, when she had gotten back to her apartment, she had stripped herself naked, so that she could examine her body in front of the mirror.
She thought that she had a nice body. Her tits were large, and they were quite firm, with lovely pink nipples on the center of each mound of flesh. When she ran her fingers over her nipples, and they perked right up, she was happy.
Donald Carter, among other things, was known as being a playboy. She was sure that he had had to have sex on his mind when he asked her out, and the fact that her nipples responded so easily under her touch, made her sure that they would respond under his.
When she thought about his fingers touching her nipples, she had seen the way her cunt lips started to get wet, and slowly she had let her fingers slide down her flat white belly, through her blonde pussy patch, and right to her cunt lips.
She closed her eyes, and thought about the way it would be when he'd lick her cunt, and as she-did, she spread her cunt lips wide apart, so that her stiff clit was on display.
It had only taken five seconds or so, for Mary to feel herself come to an orgasm, and even though it was not one of her most satisfying, she was sure that Donald was going to bring her off that night.
She had put on her loveliest dress, and he had arrived to pick her up just like he had told her, at eight sharp.
First, they had gone out to dinner at a fancy French restaurant, and she had been quite impressed when he had ordered their dinner in.the foreign language. She had been happier when, after ordering, she had felt his hand sliding over to her leg. He had started to move it up, until it was resting on her thigh.
Mary had been so hot between her legs, that she knew he had to have felt it.
"I have a wonderful idea," Donald had said to her after the entre. "Have you ever been to this place called 'G's.' It's, on the East Side."
"No," she had said to him. "In fact, I've never even heard of it. What's the place like. Is it a new disco or something like that?"
He had laughed, and he had told her that it was nothing like that.
The reason, in fact, that She had never heard of it, was because the club just didn't advertise anywhere. People learned about it by word of mouth, and most of the people who went there had more money than they knew what to do with.
Of course, when Mary had heard that, she wanted to go more than anything else.
Although they were still only in the front lobby, she still thought that it was the most beautiful place she had ever been to in her life.
There were mirrors all along the walls, and she could see so many reflections of herself, from all angles. The mirrors were squares, and where one point met the other, there were small jewels, that almost looked like diamonds.
When she asked Donald what they were, and he told her diamonds, she couldn't believe it. Then, when she looked up at the lovely chandelier, she was almost knocked right off her feet. The crystal was magnificent.
Donald took her coat, and ran his hand up and down the naked part of her back as they started to walk into the inner room.
Just that second, Mary saw something that made her gasp.
There was a woman walking over to greet them, and she was practically naked. In fact, all of her most private parts were revealed, and Mary had never seen anyone dressed in an outfit like this woman was wearing.
Her breasts were completely exposed, and although they were not as large as Mary's were, she liked the girl's stiff brown nipples.
She wore something around her waist, and thighs, that looked like it was made of wound leather straps. There were two leather straps connecting the ones around her waist and each thigh, and connected to those straps were all kinds of clamps.
Basically, the apparatus kept this woman's . cunt spread wide open, so that you could look right inside, and see everything.
Her pussy lips were spread wide enough on the sides, and near the top, so that Mary could even see the girl's clit.
As she walked over, Donald started to smile, and he even went so far as to move his hands to the girl's cunt. Since her pussy hair had been shaved away, and she was spread as wide as possible, exposing her clit, it was more than easy for Donald's fingers to touch her love button, and wiggle it back and forth.
"Hello, Don," the brown-haired girl said to him, and she moaned softly. "You do have the softest fingers out of all the club members."
Mary watched the way her date started to wiggle the clit back and forth faster, and then, just when the girl seemed ready to reach the height of her orgasm, he started to actually twist the small love button.
Mary couldn't believe it. The girl just stood there, and the look on her face didn't change for a second. Mary imagined that Donald's fingering had changed from the most light and soft, to hard and painful, and yet, there was no change in the brown-haired girl. If anything, she was enjoying this hard fingering even more.
"Always love to end it with a twist," Donald said, as he pulled his fingers away.
"When you do it as well as you do, then a girl doesn't mind," the brown-haired girl said to him. "Come on, I'll show you your table."
Mary didn't even have time to take in the club, when they first walked past the red velvet curtains. She was too busy following this girl's naked ass, and looking right at it, because of the way that Donald was starting to pat her buttocks.
At one point, Mary was so sure that her black-haired, handsome date, was even ramming his finger right up this-girl's asshole. She could see the way his digit just seemed to disappear as he moved his hand between the girl's buttocks, and she imagined that his fingers had nowhere else to go but into the asshole.
And yet, the girl seemed to be loving it more than anything else.
"Here you go, baby," she said to him, as she stopped in front of a table. "I got you the very best seats, for the very best show."
"Thanks, Pearl," Donald said, and he took out a bill that could have been a five or a ten, and slipped it into her open pussy.
Almost like magic, her cunt lips closed around the bill, just a bit. Mary thought that there had to be some kind of strain on the girl's cunt lips, since the clamps seemed to want to keep her spread wide, and the lips wanted to close.
The girl turned and walked away, and Mary looked at Donald.
"What is that thing that she'd wearing?" the blonde girl asked. "I've never seen anything quite like it before in my life."
"It's the opposite of a chastity belt," Donald said to her.
"What? I don't really think that I quite understand what you mean."
He patted her hand, which rested on the table, then started to laugh.
"There is no name for it, but some of the girls around here wear them. It's one of the outfits that's worn here. I like to think of it as being the opposite of a chastity belt, because of what it does. A chastity belt keeps the cunt closed up, so that the proud owner of the key is the only one who can get into the pussy.
"But this is different. This keeps the pussy spread wide open so that anyone who wants to can get his fingers in. Do you understand it now?"
"No," she said. "I'm still a little bit confused. Why would anyone want to wear something like that? I can understand, for the money and all, but ..."
"You've hit it on the head," Donald said to her.
"But it also looks painful. The way it's holding her spread like that looks like it's probably hurting her. I can't imagine ..."
"My darling Mary, you must understand that there is hardly any difference between pain and pleasure. In fact, at most times, they can be one and the same."
She couldn't believe what he was saying. She had always thought that pain was pain, and it was something agonizing and hateful, while pleasure was something that . always felt relaxing and soothing. The kind of thing you wanted more of.
The girl walked back over to the table, and she started to open the champagne bottle she had brought back with her. As she did, Mary watched the way Donald moved his fingers back to the girl's cunt, and continued to massage her stiff clit. She knew that the girl had to be coming, because she could see the steady flow of come running down the inside of the girl's thigh.
She tried to understand the feelings that were running through her. Could she actually be jealous of the affection he seemed to be showing for the naked girl? She then started to look around the room, thinking that she had to get her mind onto other things, and yet, as she took in the whole aura of the place, all that she could think about was sex. The place seemed to be screaming sex.
There were mirrors all along the walls, with the diamonds in them, like they had in the outer hall, and she could see a large stage a few feet in front of them.
The tables had silk tablecloths, and there were many men dressed in tuxedos. The outfits on the women varied, from the most expensive gowns, to absolutely nothing.
She could see one girl laying back on a table, with her legs spread, and some man was going down on the girl. The girl's head was thrown back, and she was moaning steadily, while she seemed to be thrusting her cunt up and down against the man's face at the same steady rate that she was moaning to.
Within a few more seconds, there was another man moving over to the naked girl, and Mary could see the way the man was starting to pluck at her nipples. At first, he seemed to be doing it gently, but then, Mary watched the way the girl's tits were being stretched, and she knew that the man was being more brutal.
She couldn't believe it when the girl started to moan even louder.
Suddenly, she heard the snapping sound of something, and it made her almost jump. She could remember that sound, and remember the pain that she would always feel when her father would whip her with his leather belt.
She turned her head toward the wall, and saw that there was some lady chained to the wall. She couldn't see the woman's face, because it was facing the wall, but she could see the way tattered remains of the woman's clothing were still clinging to her body. Part of her dress was ripped away, and her panties seemed to be made of leather.
Mary was sure that the leather was what made the sound, and when she looked again, she actually saw someone whipping this bound woman.
He was holding his belt in his hand, and every so often, he would lash it out at the bound woman, and let out a nice moan.
When she looked closer, she saw something else. The man with the leather belt was fucking the face of some blonde, who was down on her knees. She could see that the blonde was wearing one of those things that Donald had called the opposite of a chastity belt, and she couldn't imagine how painful it had to be for the girl to be bending down the way she was, wearing that thing.
All that she could think about was the way the clamps must have been spreading that girl's cunt lips so wide apart, that there had to even be some blood.
When the man cracked the bound girl again on the ass, Mary turned back to Donald.
Pearl, the waitress, was no longer standing there, and she could tell that Donald was just staring at her, wondering what she was thinking. He held up a glass of bubbly and handed it to her, then made a toast.
"To a nice, fun evening. And if we stay out all night, and you're late, don't worry. I already talked with the bank manager."
"You did?" she asked him. "I don't understand it. Why?"
"He knows me, and he's a good friend of mine. I told him that I had asked you out. That's all. If you don't make it to work tomorrow morning, he'll know that I still have you out. Don't worry your little head."
"But I won't get paid. Look, maybe you can afford to, but . . . "
He moved his hand to her mouth, and covered it, then smiled and shook his head.
"Please, let's not worry about money now, all right."
She sipped on the champagne, then heard the sound of the whip cracking again. When She winced,-Donald stroked her hair.
"What's wrong, Mary? Does that sound bother you or something?"
"Yes," she said to him. "I can't stand to hear the sound of whips."
"Tell me about it, love. Where have you heard that sound before?"
"I can't remember," she said to him, and she drank some more.
"Bullshit, Mary. Were you ever whipped before in your life? You can level with me. I really would like to know the truth."
"Yes," she said to him. "My father."
He filled her glass again, and within a few more seconds, she could feel his hand on her thigh again. He slid it up under her dress, and that time, he moved his fingers to her panties. She could feel the way he was pressing them down against her cunt lips, so that her panties, and his fingers, were starting to move between them.
"I know that you probably hate the thought of being whipped, darling, but then again, you never learned to love it."
"What?" she asked, and she could hardly even concentrate.
His fingers were wiggling her clit back and forth then, and she was stiff. Also, just looking at his handsome face was turning her on. When he ran his tongue over his lips, she could imagine that his tongue was in her cunt.
"Learned to love it," he went on. "You have to learn how to love certain things. It doesn't always come natural. For instance, I'm sure that you didn't really love the taste of a cock the first time you had one, did you?"
She shook her head no, and he started to, laugh again. His laugh was almost starting to hypnotize her, and make her relax.
The sound of leather that she heard now was rather soothing. In some ways, she was even starting to think about what it would be like to have smooth leather being run over her flesh. She imagined that if it was not so hard, she could take it. But then, she thought that maybe even if it was hard, she could take it, so long as he was the one doing it, and it really would be smooth.
It would sooth her flesh a little bit, she was sure.
"But you've learned to love the taste of cock now, haven't you?" Donald went on, and she felt herself coming mildly, and felt the way her juices were being seeped right up by her panties, where his fingers were.
She shook her head yes then, and he moved his lips to hers.
When he kissed her, she felt as if she was traveling in another time. He pressed his tongue into her mouth, and she kept thinking that he was so dashing, almost like he should have been a swashbuckler or something.
"Now, why don't you show me how much you've loved to learn the taste of cock?" he said to her. "Go on and do it for me."
"What?" she asked him, and then, he pushed his chair out from under the table.
She could see that he had pulled his zipper down, and that his hard cock was sticking right out of his pants, and at first, she was embarrassed. She kept thinking that they were in this classy place, and people would watch.
However, when she took a quick look around the place, she could see more cocks and cunts in the room, than she had ever seen in her lifetime of tricking.
She had been with many men, and when she had been in high school, she had seen many of her schoolmates naked in the showers.
But still, the sum total of all those naked bodies didn't equal the number of bodies she could see in this room. Not all of the people were naked, either. A few men were, but most of them just had their dicks out of their pants.
There were, in fact, more naked women then men.
"Come on, Mary. Suck my dick for me. I'd love you to do it right here."
"No whipping?" she asked him, and she hardly even knew why.
"No," he said, and she sunk to her knees in front of him, but, as she was moving down on him, she thought he said something else. "No. At least not yet."
Still, she didn't hear it all. She was lost in .the scent of his cock, which she could smell the second she was down on her knees. She saw how proud his shaft looked, and when she noticed a drop of come at the slit, she moved her tongue there and licked it right away. Then, she opened her lips wide enough so that she could take in the width of the cock, and started to move her mouth down on it.
He moaned when he felt her doing that, and his cock was sinking deeper and deeper into her mouth. When she stopped, just before his cock head would have entered her throat, she felt something at the back of her head.
He moved his hand there and pushed her head down, and she could feel the way he was forcing his cock into her throat.
Somehow, Mary managed to get her throat to open up, and she could feel his other hand moving to her dress top. He managed to slide his fingers in and cup her tit, so that she could feel her nipple getting stiffer.
Donald started to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth then, at a nice steady rate, and there was hardly a time when he would pull back far enough, so that his cock head was not out of her throat. He seemed to like to keep it there, she could feel, but because she was high, and the scent of his cock kept her turned on, she didn't mind.
She started to feel the way her pussy was spasming, and she knew that she would be coming when she felt him come in her mouth. It happened like that often.
"Yeah, you good cocksucking bitch," she thought she heard him moaning. "If your cunt is as good as your mouth, I'm gonna fuck your pussy sore. I'm gonna make sure that you're coming all over the fucking place."
Usually, when men would talk like that, Mary hated it, but she was getting into listening to him talk like that. The thought of his cock working her pussy over was a pleasant one, and she started to come harder.
Then, his cock was pulsating in her mouth, and she knew that he would be shooting off a load. She could hear the way that he was breathing harder, and he started to warn her about his impending orgasm.
"Gonna fill that big throat of yours any second, cunt," he was moaning. "Gonna let you taste all of my come, you bitch. Drink it all."
And as she felt it shooting into her mouth, and her orgasmic pleasure surged even more, she felt him twisting her nipple so hard, that for a second, she thought he was going to rip it off. But then, the pain started to feel nicer.
"She seems to be learning pretty well, Donald," Mary heard a voice say, and when she looked up, she could see the waitress, still wearing her pussy-spreading device.
"Oh, she's a fast learner this one. A real fast learner."
"Welcome to the crowd," Pearl said, smiling.