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  “Oooh, do tell, my love.” I swivel around in my seat. “You have me tingling with anticipation.” I glance out the forty-first floor window of my office, taking in the skyline.

  “Oh, my darling Ebony. That’s not the only thing that’ll be tingling when I finish sharing what I have planned for you. Do you remember the night you shared your fantasy with me?”

  My cheeks flush. How could I forget?

  I replay the conversation in my head. It was several months ago after a night of drinking Apple Martinis when I blurted it out to her. We’d been out having drinks, sitting at the bar talking about sex and sexuality and the power of fantasies when I admitted to her about my own fantasy.

  At first she looked at me like I was half-crazy. “Girl, are you fucking serious?” she had asked, sitting her glass down on the bar. “How could anyone in their right mind fantasize about being gang-raped?”

  It was clear then that she had misunderstood me.

  “Gang-raped? Girl, no. You got it confused. I said”—I glanced around the bar, making sure no would overhear me, then lowered my voice—“I want to be gang-banged. Big difference.”

  I explained the differences to her. That the act of wanting to be fucked, consensually, by multiple women is nothing like being forced into having sex, like in a rape-type scenario. I told her how I would never subject myself to something like that.

  “But, I definitely would like to experience the act of being degraded. I want to be called whores and sluts and a bunch of bitches. Be told to suck dicks, and to bend over and take it in the ass.”

  “Whew.” She shook her head. “Girl, you’re a mess. I can see having a threesome, or even a foursome, but a gang-bang…?”

  “We all have our secret fantasies. And that’s mine. I don’t want everyone else fucking each other. I mean, it would be cool if they were sexing each other prior to me getting there. But once I stepped into the room, I’d want all eyes and cocks on me. I want to be the center of attention. The only one getting fucked while everyone else is standing around watching and masturbating, waiting for their turns to gut all three of my holes.”

  Tamara gulped down the rest of her martini. ”Girl, I can’t with you tonight. I have heard it all.” She flagged over the bartender. “I need me another round.” We both stopped talking when the bartender came over to us, then eyed her when she walked off. “She’s cute,” she said almost as an afterthought.

  “She is, but her hands are a bit mannish and she seems a little too masculine for me. I like my women with soft hands and feminine.”

  She grinned. “With big dicks, huh?”

  “No, with good dick, and excellent pussy eating skills. She needs to know how to work it.”

  “Girl, yes. I’m with you on that. She has to know how to work a tongue over a clit and slit.” She licked her lips in thought, shaking her head. “Mmmph.”

  The bartender returned with two more martinis, setting one in front of her and the other in front of me. She walked off as Tamara lifted her glass and took a long sip of her drink, then set it back on the bar. “Okay, enough about pussy eating and women with good dick. Let’s get back to you and this fantasy gang-bang of yours. Would you want to be fucked by women you know?”

  I shook my head. “Oh, no. I don’t want to know them. I want the spontaneity and anonymity of it all. I’d rather not know their names or anything about them. All I want is for them to be different shades of beautiful and have varying dick sizes. I want small dicks, medium-size dicks and, definitely some big dicked women to pound this pussy out.”

  I couldn’t believe how freely I had shared this fantasy of mine with her. It was actually liberating. And I could tell by the way she was licking her lips and shifting in her seat that the more I talked about it, the more turned on she was getting. I would have bet my four-hundred-dollar heels that if I would have reached over and slid my hands between her legs I would have found her panties were soaked.

  “Girl, you have me beat. I can’t say that I’d ever want to be gang-banged, but I have fantasized about being in a threesome and even a foursome, but nothing more than that.”

  “Been there, done that. I’ve already had several threesomes, and a foursome once.”

  She blinked, shifting her weight on the barstool. She licked the sugared rim of her glass, then lifted it, eyeing me over the rim. “Girl, you’re freakier than I thought.”

  I shrugged, lifting my glass to her. “We all have a freaky side.”

  “I’ll drink to that.” We clinked our glasses. “So do you think you’d ever want to live that fantasy out?”

  I shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean. I get so turned on fantasizing about it. But the likelihood of it coming to reality”—I shook my head—“I don’t see that happening anytime soon; if at all.”

  A sly grin eased over her lips. “You never know. Some fantasies do come true.”

  I lifted my glass to her. “Then let the fantasy begin.”

  “Well, my beautiful friend, what if,” Tamara says, bringing me back to our conversation, “I told you I know how to make that freaky little fantasy of yours come true.”

  I swivel my chair back around. “Girl, don’t play with my emotions. If this is your way of playing some sick April Fools’ prank on me, you’re two weeks too late. And so not right.”

  She laughs. “No, hon. No April Fools’ prank. This is me wanting to do something special for you.”

  “Get out. You’re kidding me, right?”

  “No, I’m very serious. I—”

  “Wait a minute,” I say, leaning up in my chair. “Why exactly would you want to do this? I thought you were repulsed by it.”

  “Ohmygod, that’s a bit harsh. I wouldn’t say repulsed. More like shamefully turned on. After we left the bar that night, I couldn’t wait to get home to masturbate.”

  “Ooh, I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall for that. Now who exactly is the real freak in the room? Do tell.”

  She laughs again. “Okay, okay. I confess. Guilty as charged. That night you piqued my curiosity. And aroused a whole lot more than my senses. So I decided why not live vicariously through you by helping you live out your fantasy.”

  It isn’t until my pussy starts throbbing that I realize I have the butt plug still lodged in my ass. I lift up and pull it out of me, licking it clean before wrapping it inside a few sheets of tissue, then slipping it, along with the lube, back into my bag.

  I can feel excitement coursing through my blood, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. “I’m listening. Tell me more.”

  “Well, without going into great detail, I’ll say this: I was out having drinks with a few colleagues and I shared with them what you told me…”

  I gasp. “Girl, no. I told you that in confidence. How could you?”

  “Now don’t go getting your panties all twisted in a knot. I never mentioned your name. They don’t know anything about you. I simply told them that I had a friend who wanted to be gang-banged. And they all seemed quite intrigued and turned on by the whole possibility. And they were wondering…” She pauses, leaving me hanging on the edge.

  “They were wondering what?”

  “Oh never mind. I don’t even know why I called you with this.”

  “Ohmygod, Tamara. If you don’t stop tormenting me I swear I’m gonna claw out your eyes the next time I see you.”

  “Oh, alright, party pooper. Geesh. They were wondering if you were interested in living out this fantasy.”

  My heart leaps in my chest. “And what did you tell them?”

  “I told them exactly what you told me. Now the question is, were you serious? Is this something you really want to experience? Because if so it’ll go down this Saturday.”

  I almost choke on my tongue. “This Saturday, like in two days away?”

  “Yes. This Saturday.”

  “Ohmygod. I-I…don’t believe this. This sounds all too good to be true.”

  “Well, believe it, boo. And it will be good. S
o are you in or not?”

  I pull in a deep breath, trying to calm the pounding in my chest, and my pussy. If what she’s telling me is true, I am in for one hell of an experience. She tells me she has secured a secret location far out in the woods of nowhere. That she’s rallied up a number of women who are ready to fuck me into a daze. The way she says it, it sounds deliciously dirty and dangerously sexy.

  To be fucked, anonymously!

  I press my damp thighs together, then cross my legs to pinch back the budding throb in my clit. “If I agree to this, it will be kept in the strictest of confidence?” I trusted Tamara, but I’m not so sure about these so-called colleagues of hers.

  “Of course. These are all professional, highly educated women who simply enjoy living on the edge and pushing the sexual envelope—so to speak, in secret of course. So discretion is assured as well as required.”

  “And they’re all lesbians?” I ask, practically whispering into the phone.

  “Yes, every last one of them. And beautiful I might add.”

  “And feminine I hope.”

  “Trust me. They are everything you could ever imagine.”

  “Mmmm. And why are they willing to go along with this?”

  She sighs. “Because they are women who enjoy helping other women enhance their sexualities. It’s a sisterhood of sorts. Now enough of all these endless questions, are you in or out?” I can hear her tapping something, impatiently. “Look, I have to get ready to go into a meeting so speak now or forever hold your piece.”

  “Well, geesh. Can I at least have a few hours to think on it? I mean, you’ve kind of caught me off-guard with this.”

  “Sweetie, from what you’ve told me about this fantasy of yours, you’ve spent more than enough time thinking about it. Now it’s time to let that little freak flag of yours fly and just do it. The time clock’s ticking: five, four, three…”

  A wave of intense heat rolls over me. A ton of questions race through my head. How does she know these women? Where are they from? What do they look like? Where will she be taking me? Will she be one of the women fucking me?

  I stand. The seat of my chair soaked in cunt juice.

  Dammit!

  “I’m in.”

  “Good. I’ll let the others know. I’ll pick you up Saturday at eight-thirty. Be ready. I’ll fill you in with more of the details when I have them.”

  “Okay.”

  “Oh, and one more thing.”

  “What’s that?”

  “No panties.”

  • • •

  Saturday, at the exact time, Tamara said she’d be picking me up, she pulls up in my driveway and blows her horn. I give myself one last look in the mirror, then head for the door.

  Before I can get into her Benz good and buckle my seatbelt, she hands me a beautiful silk rainbow scarf and tells me to blindfold myself.

  I stare at her as if she’s lost her mind. “Blindfold? Are you serious? You expect me to sit in the front seat of your car wearing this bright thing over my eyes? Don’t you think that it might raise suspicions or cause alarm for those who might see us driving by?”

  “No. I don’t. It’s dark out. So who cares who sees or thinks what. The blindfold is to ensure you don’t know where we’re going. And it is non-negotiable.”

  I roll my eyes, reluctantly doing as I am told. Everything around me becomes a shadow of darkness. I have no idea where we’re going, or what to expect. And now not being able to see only heightens my anxiety. But it also adds to the allure. So far, the whole night is being kept a mystery. All I know is what she’s already told me, which has been much of nothing. Other than she’s taking me to a secret location where I will get the fucking of my life.

  I decide to sit back and stay in the moment instead of letting my nervousness get the best of me and spoil my evening. Like I said, I trust Tamara. And I trust that she will make sure that whatever she has in store for me tonight will be everything I have asked for.

  I lay my head against the headrest and settle into the butter soft leather seat, allowing my mind to drift off, imagining all the dirty, nasty things that will happen tonight. My pussy heats as I close my eyes and give into the images.

  “We’re here,” Tamara finally says, waking me from a deep sleep. I yawn and stretch, surprised at myself for falling asleep. I apologize to Tamara for falling asleep on her.

  “Girl, no worries. Considering the night you’re about to have, sleep is exactly what you needed. I trust you are rested and ready for what’s ahead.”

  “As ready as I can be.”

  “Good.” She tells me to remove my blindfold. I blink, shifting my eyes to the clock in the console. It’s exactly 10:15 P.M. It has taken us an hour-and-forty-five minutes to finally arrive to our destination. I watch as she opens her door and gets out to open an ornate rusted gate. It is overgrown with vines. I can hear it creak as Tamara pushes it open. She hops back in the car, drives through the gates, then gets back out and closes it.

  I start to wonder what I’ve gotten myself into as I stare out of the passenger window. No one in my professional circle would ever believe that I’d be into acting out a gang-bang scenario with a group of strangers in some dirty old building. I press my thighs together as filthy thoughts race through my mind.

  Save from the car’s headlights, it’s pitch black out, and rather frightening. “Umm, where exactly are we?” I ask, turning to look over at her.

  She takes her eyes off the winding road for a brief moment and glances at me. Her lips curl into a smirk. “We’re someplace where everything you hoped for is about to come true. I didn’t have access to an abandoned warehouse, but this is the next best thing. Please tell me you’re not getting cold feet?”

  “No, not at all.”

  “Good. I’ve gone to a lot of trouble to set this up. And I promise you, it will be a night you will soon never forget.”

  A mixture of fear and excitement churns inside my pussy.

  I shift in my seat. “I’m looking forward to it.”

  She pulls around a huge circular driveway and parks in back of several other luxury cars. We are at what appears to be—from the outside—an abandoned mansion. “The others are already inside,” she says, shutting the engine and pulling her key out of the ignition. She checks herself in the rearview mirror, then opens her door. “Are you ready?”

  I glance around—what I assume was once a sprawling lawn—and spot several large, beautiful white sculptures of naked woman made out of some sort of stone. Alabaster, I guess. They look well cared for in spite of their surroundings, and seem out of place here. Although the lawn and hedges are unkempt, I can tell this place was once a beautiful estate. I wonder whose property it is, but dare not ask. Not now, anyway. Real estate is not what I’m looking for tonight. Being fucked is the only thing I am interested in.

  I swallow, taking in the house. “Yes.”

  This place is huge.

  “Then let the fucking begin.”

  Where the hell am I? I wonder, stepping out of the car, the heels of my stilettos sinking into the gravel. “I can’t wait.”

  Although I am someplace out in the middle of nowhere and Tamara still hasn’t given me much details as to what I can expect tonight, I keep reminding myself how much I trust her. I have no reason not to. Still, my stomach is doing flips as we make our way up to the huge wraparound porch with its huge columns. Two large torches are lit on either side of a huge red double door. Vines and moss creep their way up over and around it.

  The place looks haunted.

  Over the door there’s a sign that reads: WET PUSSY WANTED in big red-painted letters. I lick the drool that gathers at the corners of my lips, swallowing back nervous excitement. Images of swaying breasts, flicking tongues, wet pussies stretching over silicone churn around in my head, causing my skin to tingle and a pulsing throb to ache between my legs.

  Last night while we were on the phone, Tamara had suggested I wear very little clothing, or to wear noth
ing I may not want torn/ripped off of me. The thought of having my clothes torn off, then being tossed to the ground and having my pussy fucked to shreds excites me. However, I have chosen to wear a simple red wrapdress with red six-inch fuck-me heels. Beneath my dress, I am only wearing red lace panties. No bra so my breasts can bounce freely.

  I am covered in red.

  Red like a hot, blazing fire.

  Red like a well-fucked whore.

  Red like the cum-loving slut I want to be, split open and raw. Fierce and on fire and fucked by a group of strangers.

  My cunt dripping wet hotness.

  I am red with passion.

  Red with desire.

  Red with lust.

  I am full of fiery heat.

  “So, are you nervous?” Tamara asks as we walk up the steps.

  I shake my head. “Not really? I mean. Yes, kind of. I’m excited. But I’d be remiss if I said that I didn’t have a few nervous butterflies beating in my stomach. But that’s to be expected.”

  She holds my gaze. “Yes, it is. Truthfully, I’d think there was something wrong with you if you weren’t feeling some level of anxiety about tonight. Although this is your fantasy, one I have helped you bring to reality, you are still about to walk into the den of the unknown. And that in itself can be a bit nerve-racking.”

  I nod knowingly as I take a deep breath, shaking my hands out. Now that this, my fantasy of being gang-banged, is finally about to become a real experience for me, my anxiety-level is starting to kick up a notch.

  What the fuck am I doing? Some fantasies aren’t meant to be fulfilled, right? Maybe this is one of them.

  But why live with regret?

  Life is about exploring and experimenting. It’s about being daring and living on the edge. There is nothing wrong with role-playing and indulging in our secret fantasies.

  Tamara must sense my budding apprehension. She touches my arm. “Even though it took a great deal of coordinating to pull this scenario off for you, I want you to know you can change your mind, right here, right now. No worries, no hard feelings. But, if you chose to go through with it, be clear. Once you walk through those doors, there’ll be no turning back. You will be fucked, and you will be tossed around. You might even be spit on, if that’s what you desire.”