The room was dark and just beyond the periphery of light that encircled me I could see silhouettes and hear a low murmur of chatter. I was nervous. I never liked being on display, and had it not been for the Xanax coursing its way through my system I wouldn’t have had the nerve to stand there naked in front of such an unseen audience.
I contemplated my situation, the events that had led me here. My thoughts were soon interrupted as a hush came over the crowd and I could sense something was going on off in the deep recesses of the room. I could see the shifting mass of shadow part. A lone figure stepped into the light. The figure was small in stature, she was thin but lean. Her breasts were small pointed mounds that offered no movement as she stepped further into the lighted circle. She was completely nude save for an intricate white mask that covered her face. The woman was flanked by two other women, both nude, and each taller and more proportioned.
One of the taller women removed the mask, exposing the face of a young woman. Though I was standing five feet from her, I could feel a shift in the air. I could feel her nervousness, only she didn’t have the luxury of medicinal aids like I did. The woman’s eyes were small and narrow, her features were slim and regal. She looked like a queen; her hair done up into a blackened knot that was held together by a platinum circlet atop her head. She looked like a Snow White doll.
In the moment they revealed her, whatever was left of my anxiety had melted away. This sadistic surge filled me. I wanted to break her, possess her, and push her so hard that anything sexually she would experience in the future would be compared to me and this night.
The two women backed away. I stood for a moment, admiring her beauty. Thinking what events transpired to bring her here. What sort of demons did she foster, or what vices had led her on this path? I could hear a grumble from the black void just beyond the light. The girl looked to where it had come from, but she didn’t move. It was as if she had willed herself not to move. Scared that some minor twitch or movement would result in a harsh punishment.
I closed the distance to her; I was going to take her fast and hard. When I got close, I pulled her to me. Her slender frame trembled against my flesh. Her skin was warm against mine. The white light from the chandelier above played about her snowy white skin and created and milky glow. Her flesh was flawless and I ran my hand down to her lower back; I cupped her ass with my hand and then pushed two fingers into her vagina. She gasped, and that only fueled me.
“Your name?” I asked as I pushed my fingers deeper.
“Ga-,” she stuttered. “Gabby.”
“You’re mine tonight,” I said.
I leaned in and kissed her gently. I caught her by surprise. She wasn’t expecting soft and she let down her guard a bit; her shoulders relaxed and she let out a slip of a smile.
“And it’s going to hurt,” I said. There was no response from her.
I lifted her up, her minute frame rose easily from the hardwood floor. I spun her around and deposited her gently on the white ottoman that had been placed in the center of the circle. She laid there still; the only movement was that of her chest. Up and down. Up and down. I could almost hear her heart heaving within. I reached down and placed my cold hand on her chest, and I looked her in the eyes. She didn’t look away.
I smiled.
I could see fear, but also a hint of excitement. The fear wasn’t a No. It was uncertainty. It was her giving herself over and not knowing what I intended. Yet she felt compelled to give. She became the rag doll in my fantasy.
I moved my hands across her bust, and tweaked the nipple of her left breast with my fingers. She flinched as I applied pressure. I pushed a little bit further after her reaction for good measure. She was compliant, and didn’t utter a sound. I liked this.
I could hear hushed whispers from the shadowy mob. I’m sure they were growing impatient, but I didn’t take them into account. Gabby was mine to play with. Mine.
I sort of thought of how cats play with their prey. They flaunt their dominance in the most obscene ways. They circle their intended, and so I circled. I kept my eyes locked with hers until I moved to the back side of the ottoman and stepped away from her so that her eyes couldn’t follow. A nervous wave hit and I left her there, exposed to all the unseen eyes that watched and perved over her youthful naked body.
She lay there, her eyes scanning and head trying to turn to find me. I stepped back into her view and locked eyes again. I approached her. My cock was hard and it brushed against her face as I leaned over to pull her legs apart, so those with the view could see.
“Do you think it will fit?” I asked.
Her eyes fluttered as she searched for an answer. The right answer.
My member brushed against her once more as I withdrew and made my way to inspect her for myself.
Gabby’s skinny legs hung off the ottoman, her feet suspended a few inches from the floor. Her frame was short and lean, and there were various protrusions of bone; mainly the hips. She looked more like a fashion model than a freshman Library Science student.
The didn’t make Librarians like that when I was in school, I had thought when I saw her picture. One of the things that had appealed to me was the idea of fucking a complete stranger. I had some initial hang ups about the audience part, but I viewed it as an experience and nothing else. Plus, I had been assured that acceptance in “the group,” as it was called came with certain benefits. Fucking 18-year-old Library Science students was just the first of said benefits.
I watched Gabby from my dominant position. She had gotten a little comfortable. Too comfortable. I lifted each of her legs up and scooted her closer to the edge of the ottoman. When I had her close enough to the edge, I flipped her over on her stomach and then lifted her up so that she was on all fours. I offered her a quick slap to each of her cheeks and then moved in behind her. The tremble was back.
I stroked myself back to a full hard on and used my finger to test her depths again. She was wet and ready. I used my own saliva to lube the shaft of my cock and then I thrust hard inside of her. Her scream was more a terrified wail. It elicited a gasp from some of the onlookers.
The entry was hard, fast, and violent. The following thrusts built upon the initial violence like a crescendo. The Xanax surging through my system focused my aggression. The gasps and audible response from the ghostly figures heightened the experience. It was like being at the fifty-yard line on a football field with nothing but green space in front of you. The more violent I became, the more I entertained. The louder they got.
Gabby took it all and for the most part she was quiet and stoic. Each new position, and each new thrust in that position elicited some response from her. It was like I was probing depths that had yet to be explored. I liked that, but there was nothing quite as emotive as that initial reaction. I tried to push her there again. I went hard, then slow, then hard again. I contemplated her asshole.
“Anal?” I had whispered to her ear. It hadn’t been on the list, and the look of fear in her eyes told me it was a no go. So, I didn’t press.
I grabbed Gabby by her hair and pulled her from the ottoman, she remained on all fours until I gave her direction to get on her knees. She quickly complied and sat there waiting for additional instructions. I sat down on the ottoman and grabbed her once again by her hair and guided her mouth to my cock. She knew what to do.
There was an instinctive way in which she used her small mouth to work every inch of my fat cock. She used her tongue to trace the shaft and then used her mouth to nibble here and there. I had never experienced this, but I liked it. It was clear she had some instruction, and then I found myself curious as to the instructor. I also found myself close to climax.
As I pulled up and towered over her, I rubbed my cock against her cheek. She leaned into it and actively rubbed her face against it. Gabby looked like an angel, the soft unassuming sort, but push the right button and you unleash the dirty. I liked her dirty.
I’m not sure what I expected when I came. It was all over her face, but there was no thunderous roar or cheering from the cheap seats. It was actually fairly anticlimactic. Gabby pushed herself against me and hugged my thigh. I pushed my member against her mouth, and she milked the last few drops.
I sat down on the ottoman. The overhead light turned out. I could feel Erin trembling against my leg. I pulled at her arm and she crawled up and situated her naked body half on mine and half on the available ottoman.
“A fucking librarian?” I asked.
“Literally,” she whispered.
We laughed.