Seduced

Seduced.

1

The summer morning filled my bedroom with soft breezes and golden light illuminating everything it touched – from the peacock silk curtains to the wooden floor. Soon it would reach my naked body and wake me up with its warmth. As I opened my eyes and breathed in the garden fragrances, all I could think of was that this day belonged to me. It was my birthday and I hadn’t got the attention I needed for a long time.

The enterance hall was tinted with bright colours, cast by the stained, high windows, and before descending the spiral staircase to get breakfast, I could not resist being seduced by the view. I sat down on the highest step for a moment. The marble was cold against my bare feet but my silk kimono thankfully protected my bottom. I leaned my shoulder against the cast iron railing and as I admired the erotic story told in the glass, I could feel my lust increasing slightly – from abscent to noticable – but I knew I did not have time to endulge in masturbation or I would disappoint my awaited guests. Still, being persuated by the sensual atmosphere of the room – even the railing´s calla liles looked like the beautiful female genitalia – I could at least slip a finger between my lips and feel just how wet I had become.

Suddenly the chime of my anniversary clock awakened me from my daydreams and I realised I had to get ready. The wooden handrail slid smoothly under my soft hand as I descended the staircase. The train of the kimono fell gracefully down step by step behind me. I promised myself I would not let my lust go to waste, and made a silent wish for an erotic evening. After all, it was my birthday, and my fiancé knew my desires too well to ignore them.

In the kitchen I was greeted by a tray of freshly baked bread, tea, a glass of juice and, surprisingly, a love letter.

”Happy birthday my dear! It’s sad that I couldn’t join you for breakfast, it’s such a lovely morning and the stormy weather seems to be far away still. I guess the gods decided to celebrate their godess after all. Now, enjoy your tea and I’ll meet you after work. I promise I’ll make up for my absence.”



I wondered what he meant, but didn’t dare hoping for too much, and as the day went on I soon forgot about it. I had so much else on my mind before the party anyway; taking a bath, shaving myself, dressing up, greeting guests etc.

Halfway through dinner he showed up, with an apologetic orchid in his hand, and although it was earlier than expected I still felt a bit disappointed. It was surely showing, because he gave me the flower along with a hug, without a word and held me for quite a while. But the day was still beautiful and not worth crying over. I had friends and family enjoying my food, the birds were singing in the grand oak trees and it was soon time for cake and the finale: live music.

As the sun descended behind the first treetops and casted long shadows on the otherwise burningly lit stone walls, it was time to bid farewell to our guests. The band was packing up, the forests grew darker and even the poppies seemed sleepy. Soon the sky would mirror the blue sea of lupines behind our house and I actually missed my cool canopy bed. I would surely have enjoyed lying entangled in the satin bedding, looking into my fiance´s eyes, loving him all night. However, I was not destined to do so tonigt. Admiring the sunset I became unaware of my surroundings. I never noticed the last people leaving, neither the footsteps in the grass behind me. The last thing I saw was red velvet.





2

Hands caressing my lips. Hands binding my wrists with soft ribbons. Hands carefully embracing my breasts. Hands binding my ancles and connecting them to the wrist with another, straight ribbon. Blindfolded, the surroundings impact my mind with scents of carnations, cherry blossom and roses. Suddenly one of the men whisper in my ear. ”This is for your pleasure.”

Unable to move or see I don’t know what to do. Afraid what the answer might be, I don’t dare ask any questions. As one of them lifts me up I panic slightly. Who are they? Where did they come from? But simultaneously the situation arouses me. His cotton shirt brushes softly against my arm and occasionally a soft breeze of his breath flows across my chest. Like a newlywed I am carried back through the garden. As we advance past the sinuous bushes, through the overgrown pergola – already blossoming – and approach the back enterance, tunes of music merge in my mind with vivid pictures of what’s to come. No one utters a word as I seemingly float through rooms and corridors. My imagination has siezed my soul and awkened my erotic consciousness.

Soon I am put down again, off balance and throbbing. There’s a river pulsating inside of my longing body. Someones finger runs down my face – my nose and lips – and continues along my throat. It stops by my collarbones. The stranger seems to inspect my beauty and he is not alone. As the rest of his company step into the room one by one they join him. Too many to count, their gentle touches only heighten my pleasure.

In the act of pulling out my hair stick my golden locks fall down my chest. In the act of unbottoning my dress my black lace lingerie is revealed. Like drops of water the hands and fingers descend across my breasts and belly, neck and back. The soft strokes make me shiver significantly and moan subconsciously. Beyond this all but the music is silent.

A warm, partially naked body embraces me from behind. I can feel his member twitch, firmly pressed against my lace covered cheeks. His hands cup my breasts. Another man position his hands at my waist as he pushes his hips forward. Uncovered, velvety, I feel him grow between my bare thighs, close to my sweet area now damp from arousal and anticipation. Still, I feel more hands fondling my body. Sexual imagery runs wild before my shut eyes – what wishes will be fulfilled? I have longed to let myself seduce and be seduced. I yearn to feel every inch of my body devoured, every gorge replete. They both press their bodies gently against mine and while one nibbles on my neck the other kisses my parted lips. I feel the other hands gripping my panties and dragging them down my thighs. As they let go I feel the tender lace fall onto my feet, still in heels.

I am being laid down among pillows and fabrics. Although my own, the bed seems so unfamiliar. ”The gods, it seems, have decided to celebrate their goddes” a familiar voice declare from the other side of the room. He does not seem to have participated in any of the acts so far. Not expecting an answer, he continues ”Would you like to be freed of your restraints? You must promise me though, not to take your blindfold off.” I reply only with a soft moan as a hand dissolves the first knot. Next thing I lay, unrestrained and seemingly alone. My chest is rising rapidly up and down. ”As it is your birthday, you sure would like some gifts, ain’t that so? Well, it just happens you will get one from each of us” With gentle touches two men takes hold of one leg each. Carefully my stilettos are taken off. They massage my feet, let their hands slide up to my thighs, squeeze me gently, all the while the voice continues, still far away from the action. ”First a nice jewel.” At these words the brisk sensation of cold metal unexceptedly spreads within, as my spinchter accepts a small plug. Startled by this sudden progress my fingers clutch for the bedsheets and I can feel the woven jaquard pattern in the fabric.

Silence. Anticipation. Continuous, descreet masaging of my feet. We’re in between tracks, when the crackling sound of a safety-match being lit catches my attention. Shortly, swirling smoke of sandalwood incense leaves the room in a seductive fog and blends with the opening tunes of the Moody Blues playing in the distance. Left of me I sense movement, to my right the matress is compressed as I am accompanied in bed. The stranger tickles my skin as my hair is moved out of his way. I understand that I am soon to recieve my second gift.

”Sit up”. It’s the voice from before. He seems to be standing nearer now, inspecting the scene closer than ever. I am temporarily released as I rise up and position myself. My fiancé takes hold of my neck and gives me a deep, loving kiss. He is breathing heavily, filled with passion, exploring my neck, my face, my perfume. Eagerly he embraces me and as one hand grabs my buttocks, the other unbuttons my bra. He seems to be the only one still fully clothed.

The pair at my feet continue massaging me as he strokes his hands up and down my chest, over my now naked breasts, circling my already stiff nipples with his palm. He then pinches my left nipple with his fingers, then pinches my right. While one finger is following the contours of my torso – my breasts and ribcage, my hipbones and belly, my collarbone and throat, a man to my left grips my wrist. He holds my hand tightly in his, kisses my fingers, then places them on my bust. Ornamented with stones and pearls my new jewelry surrounds my rosy nips.

Wild with curiosity I search around me with my free hand. In a second I find my goal: A wide, veined shaft, warm and squeezed tightly in my palm by my exploring fingers. I have never before touched anyones cock without knowing who they were, but this new experience ignites me, and my heart rate reaches new heights. I start to count. Two men by each leg, my fiance in between them, one man at my left and this man behind me. The stranger grabs hold of me. I am not allowed to touch, but still I can sense he liked it. He wants more, maybe they all do. Maybe they all want to feel my warm insides as well.

Hands and lips ascend up my calves and thighs. My arms are captured by the men behind and beside me. As they approach my vulva I quiver. For each new millimeter my mucles contract. Featherlike, a thoungue runs down my right labia and makes me shrug delightfully. I fall back onto my bed, moaning and restlessly wriggling my body. I am desperate for more. Meanwhile my capturers have begun stroking my inner arms. Soon thereafter my lips and labias recieve delicate – though steadily itensifying kisses – simultaneously. The feeling is beyond words. Wet thoungues invade my openings in concert of eachother. The men are all over my body now.

Barely aware of my surroundings anymore, the third gift startles me as it drips down my belly. A moment later I am turned over and the warm oil is kneaded into my shoulders, my back and my legs. Soon they will reach my lush valley once more. A pair of thumbs glide up along my thighs. They reach down and drift along my vulva, tease my slit and my rear. One finger circulates the plug as he whispers behind be, asks for my permssion to replace it. ”Yes” I yelp, not knowing with what.

Carefully it slides out of me and more oil is poured over my back. It tickles me as it flows down my crack. My buttocks are rubbed with such intensity I can imagine just how aroused this man is. He lets his index fingers outline my cheeks like a heart, up my cleft and out along my sides, then down again to my soaking lips. Suddenly he grips my hips and lifts them up. Arched and spread before him he has full access over my genitals.

For the moment he is left with me for himself. Though not touching me anymore, the other men are still present by the bed and I can feel their glances over my body. My skin must be glowing like honey, emphasizing my neat curves. I wonder what it feels like to be standing there, what they are doing right now, and what will happen next. I listen closely for clues and a suggestive, smearing sound reaches my ears. The thought of them pleasing themselves to this sight excites the exhibitionist within.

With one hand firmly placed over my bottom and its thumb purposefully, intermittenly, pressing against my rear opening I can hardly contain myself anymore. As my desire reaches it’s brink I can’t resist wiggling my hips slowly up and down. I want his stiff cock to slide into me, to stroke against my sensitive walls. With his other hand he finally presses his cock against me, at first suggestively – his glans blending our nectars and rubbing my swollen petals. Soaked, warm and hard-soft. Then, without hesitation I feel him entering me.

Taken aback by the sensation of both his penis and his thumb entering my body, I hold my breath. The rest of our company lets me get used to the double pleasure before joining in. As soon as I’ve become accustomed to it, somone to my left begins rubbing his hand over my vulva from beneath me. Another man sits infront of me and an idea sparks in my head. I not only want to be penetrated anally and vaginally simultaneously. I want my mouth to participate as well.

Initially I let my fingers stroke alongside his leg. As I slowly get nearer his crotch his breathing becomes more and more audible. When my thoungue reaches its goal at first I just lick him. Long licks from root to top. I want him to beg for it, and soon he does. ”Please, just suck me.” I mirror my penetrator’s moves. As his finger slides into mytight hole, I let my lips enclose the shaft infront of me, but as one finger becomes two I lose track.

Paralysed I stay and focus on the feelings between my legs, the fingers at my clit, the fingers in my butt and the cock in my vagina. I concentrate on the imminent orgasm building up. I bury my head in the pillows as I lose my grip of the pole in my hand. My breath is shallow and I can’t help but breathe in more air than I breathe out, wrinkle my my face and bite my lip.

Like from a core in my front wall, deep in my vulva, but shallowly in my now swelling canal, the intensity spreads. For a second I can’t breathe at all, but as my tense abdomen relaxes, so does my whole body, and as the orgasm blossoms I exhale. But the rest is short, for the wheel is spun and the cycle is to be repeated. Wave after wave it flows over me and before long I am forced to resound my satisfaction. My playmates’s efforts are finally acknowledged as I express myself louder and harder. Now, foreplay has bloomed into full coitus.

The penetrator retreats out of me and I sit up, kneeling. Someone else takes his place behind me. Another one takes me in his arms infront of me. He kisses me deeply as he fondles my body tightly, and I wrap my arms around him as well. His lips wander down my ears and neck. Suddenly He siezes my shoulders. I can feel him looking at me, hear his heavy breathing.

Tissue papper, rustling in the near background as yet another present is unpacked, catches my attention. As my hair is moved out of the way and a lace collar is buttoned up around my neck, adorning me from shoulder to shoulder, down from my chest and up along my throat, the man before me sighs in satisfaction before he, swiftly and decicively turns me around. With one hand he tentatively examines my new collar, and with the other, he massages my breast. His face is buried in my hair. Alien, yet familiar kisses tickles my ears.

We retreat onto our backs. I lay upon him arched, and like as if hugging him I rest my head beside his. Still with a steady grip around my throat, he enters where the fingers just so recently left me. By slow and steady motions his member fills me and before long I have accepted it all. With a tender pace he massages me from the inside and the internal backrub is eventially reflected in my high pitched moans. Focused and unselfish, he reaches down towards my vulva with a lubricious finger. For a moment he lets it linger, before he carefully begins rubbing my clit and gradually the sensation I so well desire is building up, intensely and slowly, inside of me. Occaisionally, with shallow and short breaths, I gain in on the feeling. I need to concentrate. As I contract my muscles – my legs and my bottom – I find myself in reach of it, and erelong titillating ecstasy fills my hooded bud. Violent and uncontrollable the orgasm washes over my clitoris. With unmanagable intensity it throbs between my legs and gives rise to merciless convulsions throughout my whole body, forcing my torso to do sit-ups. It leaves me shivering and satisfied.

I release the bedsheet which I’ve subconciously gripped hold of until now. As well, I realise my other arm is wrapped around my partners head, with my hand buried in his hair. This however, I let stay as it is. Wavy and medium short the soft locks surround my fingers.





3

I’m laying still, kissing my last partner calmly as the others surround me. For a while we just lay there, and enjoy the music still playing. My fiancé, still clothed takes his place behind me, fondles me and siffs my hair. ”You still have one gift left” and as I count in my memory I realise it’s true. One buttplug, a pair of nipple ornamets, massage oil and a lace collar – four gifts, yet I had five partners.

With my blindfold still covering my sight, I am asked to put on my kimono. They help me with it as I’m quite unsteady and disoriented. Leading me, hand in hand through the house, guiding me down the stairs and out into the chill summer night, we walk in silence. Cold slate and grass are replaced with wooden planks as we approach the small pier down the lake. As they sit me down they take off my blindfold, and their last gift is illuminated before me in the early beams of the rising summer sun. Silvery light and marvellously lucid, the July morning uncovers a new day of adventures – starting with a lovely breakfast in a brand new boat.