The barn
Since Ava jilted Lorenzo at their wedding it had been tough. Her parents forgave her, eventually, but only by explaining in light terms some of the milder submissive sexual activities she had practiced with Lorenzo, repositioned as him coercing her into depraved sexual acts. Ava felt incredibly guilty in making out Lorenzo was some sort of sexual control freak, as she’d freely given her consent, but she could see no other way to try and explain why she had to leave Lorenzo.
Some of her friends had been less forgiving about her leaving Lorenzo, unable to see why she had abandoned what appeared to be the perfect man. But that meant less to Ava, as she knew she had to get away from the city and all of her previous life, to start afresh.
It hadn’t been easy establishing herself in a new finance role. It was hard, at interviews, to convince local banking firms why she had moved to a remote location, far away from the bustling city and the high-flyer finance prospects she once had. She deliberately chose to pitch it close to the truth, a need for a break from a toxic relationship that had gone too far and, in the main, firms chose to believe her.
Still, she was incredibly relieved when the top banking firm in the area agreed to take her on as a department manager, albeit on a lower salary than she had enjoyed back in her city bank role.
She had sought seclusion at first, her thoughts and psyche suited to the remote area, buried deep in the mountains and countryside.
Despite being new to the large town that she eventually chose, Ava had loved it from the outset. She especially relished the huge wooden lodge she had rented, with its picturesque setting and forested grounds. The views from her rented house offered spectacular open vistas over the nearby lake and mountains.
Even though she was new to the area, her lithe grace and dark Latin looks meant Ava had no shortage of suitors from the outset. Whether she was drinking at the local bar, eating at the country club she’d joined, or at one of the glitzy finance dinners she eventually got invited to, Ava got admiring looks wherever she went.
But, for the first few months, Ava stayed studiously single. Her own way of dealing with the fact she had jilted Lorenzo at the altar.
She always knew that it would be her choice as to when the time was right to take a new lover, and it came out of the blue. Ava had few immediate neighbours, but one was Josie. The two of them had become close friends ever since Josie popped round to introduce herself, just a few days after Ava had moved into the cosy lodge.
When she opened the door Ava had taken in Josie’s waist length glossy blonde hair, slim waist and rounded figure. But what caught her attention and everyone else’s too, as she was to find out, was Josie’s enormous natural breasts. Standing at Ava’s door, a hot apple pie in her hands, Ava couldn’t help stare at her massive rack. So much so that she blushed. Josie laughed. She’d seen it all before.
“Hey there, forget your eyes sampling my assets, sample this pie instead. I brought two spoons. I’m Josie by the way. And you are?”
That was Josie all over, direct, raunchy and fun. The two of them had got on like a house on fire from the get-go. Within a few months Ava was invited to private events and was moving in social circles that, without Josie, would have taken her years to establish.
Ava fondly remembered that fateful summer and the big barn dance Josie had invited her to, and exactly why she had.
The party had been in a massive agricultural barn, part of an old out of the way estate reached via a half mile long drive, framed by poplar trees. Josie had been coy about the dance itself, what it was for or who was going, simply telling Ava to dress sexy and smart, despite it so far out and deep into the local countryside.
Ava had felt really nervous, this being the first time she’d been ‘seen’ out in the local society. She’d eventually opted for a little black dress, what she regarded as the failsafe outfit for any event.
Ava watched out of the lounge window as Josie had pulled up at her lodge in her big jeep, leaping out of the driver’s seat, hair flying in the breeze. Her breasts were out on display, as usual, in a white summer dress adorned with rhinestones right across the cleavage.
Ava met her at the door wondering, as she always did around her, where all of Josie’s confidence and chutzpah came from.
“Hey girl. How are you doing? Now what on earth is that you’re wearing? You going to a funeral?”
Coming from anyone else Ava might have been offended, but Josie’s easy smile and laugh that went along with any minor criticism softened the hardest heart. Ava glanced down, looking from her outfit across to Josie’s. Hmm. She did perhaps look a bit dressy.
“No-one said anything about a dress code. Is this too formal?”
“Hell yes! Look, we’ve got half an hour. Let’s see what else you’ve got in that wardrobe of yours. Hope you’re not going to disappoint me, miss frump of the year.”
Ava laughed, taking Josie up to the bedroom. So far no one else had been in here since she’d arrived, bar the moving-in crew.
She opened the large closet wardrobe and stood back as Josie dived in like a cheetah hunting prey. She began tossing items out onto the large double bed Ava had spent a small fortune on. A bed that, over the last long, six months, had seen no action with Ava.
“Not this. No. Hell no! A possibility. Hmm, I like this one.”
The bed was soon covered with Ava’s more revealing outfits, many of them unworn since she had been coupled with Lorenzo.
“Ok girl, strip. Let’s see what we can do with what you’ve got.”
Ava was taken aback. She’d never undressed in front of another woman before, not even in school or at the gym, where everyone had private changing cubicles.
“Come on, let’s get a better look at all of you then,” Josie said.
Ava nervously unzipped her black dress, pulling the shoulder straps off slowly. Steeling herself, she let the dress slide to the bedroom floor. Underneath she had on her black camisole, bra and panties. Josie motioned a finger sideways. Ava figured, what the hell, and had pulled the camisole over her head with resignation.
She stood before Josie in her black balcony bra and slim panties. Josie put a finger on her pert lips, scanning Ava’s body up and down.
“Now look Ava, I’m going to check you out properly now, Ok? Don’t get embarrassed. Come on, let’s get the bra off too. We can work with this, I think, and I know we can make you look the part.”
Looking deeply into Ava’s eyes, Josie startled her as she ran her hands behind Ava’s slim back and expertly unhooked her black bra. Ava’s breasts swung free, bobbing side to side a few times like a Newton’s cradle. Her nipples began to harden in the cool air from the bedroom window. Josie had an appreciative smile on her lips.
“Wow, girl. These two are quality. Tonight’s going to be fun!”
Ava blushed deeply from her neck to her navel as Josie looked her up and down, putting a smooth hand on her leg, checking her physique. Ava stayed stock still. She felt a tingle as Josie’s hand briefly grazed her thigh, then goose bumps as the hand moved lightly across her naked breasts, catching a nipple briefly. Ava drew in a breath. She had never felt anything like this before. Her whole body was tense, expectant, ready for Josie’s next touch.
Josie mistook Ava’s breathy intake as an expression of a downer on her figure and looks.
“Hey, don’t worry Ava. You’ve got a great body, firm and tight.”
“No, it’s not that. It’s just… I’ve never had a woman touch me before,” Ava said quietly, her breathing quickening rapidly.
Josie looked at Ava curiously, a smile of amusement on her face.
“Are you telling me you’ve never had experience of women?”
“Well, no… I mean, no I’ve not really thought about it like that.”
“And you’ve never been intrigued? You must have gay friends?”
“Not really. Or at least I don’t think I have. How would I know?”
Josie frowned, “Believe me, you’d definitely know. Clearly you city girls need some educating. I guess tonight’s the start of that.”
Ava looked bemused, but before she could respond Josie knelt down and put her thumbs in the waistband of Ava’s black panties.
“Don’t worry, the locals are going to love you as long as you look the part. Let’s get the rest of this poor quality city gear off too. You can’t go for broke tonight if the underwear’s not there.”
Before she could move or reply Josie shucked Ava’s panties down quickly over her hips. As the panties reached Ava’s knees, Josie’s face was briefly level with her vulva. Ava bit her lip, staring ahead.
The two of them stayed there for a few seconds, Josie looking in wonder at Ava’s labia, Ava looking down at Josie’s entranced face. It was Josie who broke the slightly awkward silence between them.
“Maybe I’m going to have to re-evaluate you as a rival rather than a party buddy, Ava. You’ve got it all going on, down there.”
Ava was constantly amazed at Josie’s direct tone, but took her quip as a compliment. She was still taking in that, for the first time in her life, a woman was staring at and admiring her delicate vagina.
Without a pause Josie stood up, placing her palms either side of Ava’s face. Ava felt both a twinge of excitement and desire as Josie kissed her, gently at first, then full on the lips. Ava responded in kind, but Josie pulled back, chuckling, patting Ava gently on the rear.
Ava stood there, mesmerised. Josie’s lips had felt so different to any man’s. Soft, yielding, with a sweet delicate taste on the tongue. She decided, there and then, that she wanted more of this. Maybe, after all, tonight was going to be good rather than nerve-wracking.
“Have that one on me, love girl. Now enough of the fun. There’s time for similar shenanigans later. Let’s get you dressed for the ball. This event is maybe not what you quite think it is, I can tell you.”
The next twenty minutes were spent with Josie making Ava try on combinations of her best underwear, stockings and sexy party dresses. Finally, Josie stood back, making Ava give her a twirl in front of the mirror. Ava wore a slim lilac top with a deep V, revealing her soft rounded breasts encased in a purple Fiacci bra. She had on a tight light orange skirt, black stockings and kitten heels, for dancing. Josie had insisted on matching butt-revealing purple knickers too.
Ava felt attractive, outgoing, yet slightly slutty, all at the same time. What she knew was, in this outfit and with Josie at her side at the party, she felt she had the confidence to take on the world.
Josie drove them the ten miles to the party. They parked up in a field away from the tall pines surrounding the barn, Josie said to stop the sap marking the shiny bodywork of the big black jeep.
They’d walked the hundred yards to the barn in high spirits, laughing and joking, Ava feeling tonight was going to be a blast.
As they got inside the entrance of the old oak barn, Ava was taken aback. The interior was festooned from top to bottom with lights. The walls were lined with black cloth, with long trestle tables along each long wall and a large wooden dance area in the middle, specially laid. There was a raised area for a band at one end and a well-stocked bar, plus stacked real ale barrels along one side.
At the other end was a long burgundy curtain, suspended from one of the long oak ceiling beams and running across the barn’s entire width. Ava was intrigued at the curtained area and started to head over to see, but she was dragged unceremoniously over to the drinks area by Josie, keen to get stuck in to the free bar.
“Well, what do you think, Ava? Not a bad venue, eh?”
“It’s certainly not what I imagined. I thought it might be a lot more rustic, with tractors and grass and mud, I guess. Now I know why you wanted me to dress up like this. Good call.”
Josie smiled at her, maybe for a second too long, but then piled in for a fast order with the bartender, smartly dressed in black tie.
“Wow, you look tops today, Matt Sexy as hell! A long martini for Ava here please, and I’ll have my usual, my good sir.”
The bartender smiled, knowing it would get very busy tonight, taking his pleasures where he could from the long evening ahead.
“Coming up. So, are you ladies ready for this evening’s action?”
Ava thought it odd, the phrase he used, but let it slide. Josie clearly knew what she was doing with party outfits, the sparkling rhinestones under her breasts glinting under the lights. Glancing around she saw her own tight orange skirt was getting attention.
Josie grabbed the drinks and headed for the middle of one of the trestle tables, parking herself down in between two attractive men, and introducing herself, right off the bat. Ava took a few more moments to position herself carefully onto the bench opposite, making sure she didn’t show off her tiny purple panties as she settled down.
Glancing over at Josie, Ava saw she already had an arm casually looped around her neighbour’s shoulder, a muscly fireman called Ben. She decided ‘when in Rome’. Ava smiled heartily and started chatting to the guy next to her, who introduced himself as Adam.
In fact, Adam was also in finance, so they got on straight off. The Martini was going down well too, and Ava noticed Josie nodding at the bartender for another round, her new bestie bringing them over for her. It seemed everyone wanted to do things for Josie.
Ava glanced back at her as she switched position on the long bench. As she recrossed her legs Ava was surprised and intrigued to get a glimpse of dark, short pussy hair between Josie’s long legs. She’d guessed Josie wasn’t a true blonde, but did she always go out commando? As she looked up again she saw Josie watching her own expression. Josie smiled and shrugged. She knew that Ava knew.
The evening moved on fast, and the trendy pop music was replaced by a four-piece band, who appeared from a stage door at the back. Dimly lit, the sides of the barn were ideal for having fun. Ava was enjoying herself socially for the first time in months.
Adam looked into Ava’s eyes for suitable permission and got a nod. One his hands was now nestled on Ava’s thigh, the other gently fondling stray hairs on the base of her neck. Ava felt goosebumps and an electric shiver go down her spine. Adam leaned in and began kissing her deeply and passionately in the dark. After making sure no one else could see them, Ava also allowed him to slide his hand along the hem of her orange skirt. Her pulse quickened as he delicately began to finger her along the edge of her purple panties.
He moved an index finger up and began to rub her sensitive clitoris through the thin fabric. Ava felt an intense tingling pleasure starting in her crotch. A slow pulsing vibration began to spread through her body, somehow all at once, travelling up and down and out to her toes and fingertips. Ava knew she was close to orgasm. How long had it been since she’d done this? Since a man had touched here there? She thought briefly of Lorenzo.
Suddenly the room seemed hotter and the music more intense. Ava felt a searing flush run through her body. She shifted position on the bench, giving him easier access to her seeping slit and clit, but knowing she had to be careful. Just a few more of Adam’s deft finger strokes and she might lose it altogether in front of all these partygoers. Screams of passion in the dark wouldn’t go unnoticed, even with the noise of the band.
Adam sensed an abrupt tenseness in her body, giving her clitoris a final teasing flick as he pulled his hand free of her panties. He pretended to focus on a bead of moisture on his drink glass, but Ava realised that, when he started to lick his finger delicately, he was making a clear signal to her of savouring her pussy juices. His tongue removing the last of her sex sap, he gave her a smouldering look.
This just made Ava even wetter. She nearly exploded on the bench in desire, realising how much she wanted his cock buried deep inside her. For a minute or so Ava was lost to the room.
It was only when the band started up with a sexy synchro-pop number that Ava managed to refocus back on the barn. It suddenly seemed a lot emptier. She glanced over at Josie, busy groping and kissing Ben with carefree abandon. After Adam’s dextrous digital ministrations, she made sure her voice was steady before speaking.
“Josie, where is everyone? Have some people left already?”
Josie smiled and rolled her eyes, extricating herself from Ben’s grasp. She strode over seductively to Ava’s side of the bench, many of the remaining men in the room watching her every move. Josie had a figure that demanded attention from all around her and Ava guessed some had also spotted Josie, naked under her dress.
“I see you’re getting on well with Adam. Want to take things to the next level? Lots of the party have gone to The Den, over there.”
Ava looked to the other end of the room at the heavy fabric curtain. It was like a dense woven tapestry nearly forty feet long, hanging down completely from floor to ceiling from a barn beam. The design on the cloth had a Greek god drinking wine from a large flask and fondling two cherubs. Why was the curtain there and what was behind it, she wondered?
“Come, Ava. You’ll see what fun the party can be. Bring Adam.”
Ava got up carefully, slightly drunk. Adam needed no further encouragement. Josie grabbed his hand and Ava grabbed Ben’s, and they ambled over to the end of the barn and the long curtain. What looked like a bouncer, dressed in black tie, looked them up and down, then nodded, opening the heavy curtain for them to pass.
To Ava’s surprise, behind it there was a huge parked Winnebago with its side door open. In front were racks of shelves and then another curtained area behind. Despite the loud music from the band, she detected odd noises coming from beyond the curtain.
A very attractive heavily built and muscular man in black jeans and polo top assessed them all quickly and expertly, like a secret service agent. But he suddenly smiled broadly when he saw Josie.
“Hi hon. Glad you could make it. Who’ve you brought along?”
“This is Ava and Adam here, and Ben. What’s the plan tonight?”
The bemused look on Ava’s face told him all he needed to know.
“First of all, I’m guessing some of you haven’t been before?”
The suave event organiser was greeted by two nods but silence and furtive glances from Ava and Ben. Ava felt like she was waiting in line for some form of detention punishment at school.
“Please wait here and I’ll give you the introduction to read. The next session is in around ten minutes. You can back out any time.”
They sat down on the seat made of surprisingly comfortable hay bales covered in artificial grass.
Session, thought Ava, what session? She tried to whisper to Josie at the end of the sofa, but Josie was engrossed with Ben again.
She looked at what she’d been given. On the folder front was a goat skull and underneath in gothic letters was printed ‘The Den’.
As she turned the page and read on Josie glanced over, watching Ava’s eyes went wide. Josie came over and sat next to Ava, putting her arm around her. Ava nestled gently against her for reassurance.
After finishing the detailed instructions and rules of The Den, Ava looked hard at Josie, astounded at what she’d just read.
“This is what The Den is all about? And you brought me here?”
“Yes, Ava. Why do you think that these events are so remote?”
“You seriously think it’s for me? You’ve obviously been before?”
“Yes, you need this. It’s a fairly exclusive group of professionals and, yes, I’ve been here many times, Although not recently.”
Ava needed affirmation from Josie of what was about to happen.
“Do I get to choose, or is it all random? Can I choose Adam?”
“Sure you can. If you want it to be a surprise then they match build, age and weight. So it’s not entirely random. You usually get someone who’s well suited to what you put down on your form.”
The initial shock of what The Den was for was already beginning to wane. Ava realised The Den’s prospects were turning her on.
“Let me get this straight. I can really ask for anything I want?”
“Sure, within reason. Every area has its own toy box to hand.”
The man in the black polo appeared from behind The Den curtain and came over to where the four of them were seated.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the new session at The Den will commence in five minutes. Unless you’ve decided you do not wish to participate, please make your personal choices and then sign the forms I’m going to give you.”
The man passed out numbered and coloured questionnaires and consent forms. Ava spent a minute or so making her choices. There was even a box for ‘other’ too. Despite her reservations, Ava didn’t read the consent form details, trusting Josie, signing both documents at the bottom and handing them back to the organiser.
“Josie, what if I don’t want to do something, or I get hurt?”
“That’s why the men in black are here. Don’t worry, you get to say if you don’t want something. It’s all well organised and safe.”
Having satisfied himself the consent forms were all in order their multiple choice forms were passed to a similarly dressed man.
“First please take off your shoes and put them in the rack there.”
In stunned silence Ava did as she was bid, sliding her heels in.
“Please remove jewellery and watches and I’ll put your valuables in the safe, along with any mobile phones. No pictures allowed here. Please also take off any rings that it’s possible to remove.”
Ava looked at Josie, realising that there was no backing out now. Josie nodded and smiled reassuringly, stroking her arm softly.
“As someone once said, life is measured by the number of times your soul is deeply stirred. And we’re in need of a little stirring Ava.”
Ava started taking off her watch, rings and necklace, turning her mobile off and handing it over. Once their phones and valuables were safely stored the man beckoned them over to the Winnebago.
“Thank you, ladies and gentleman. Please take your own ticket first, a green one for women, blue for men. He passed around green and blue numbered tickets for them, tearing each one from a coloured ticket book. They held on to their tickets and they passed their matching tickets over to an attractive woman in a long black evening gown, who put them on a table. Ava had a green 16 ticket.
“Please select a partner. You can choose one of your own group or choose randomly from the green or blue top hats. You can also select more than one if you wish. We have 24 participants tonight.”
Ava felt a stab of fear. She need reassurance on how this was going to work. She whispered to Josie in the dark.
“So, I take a coloured number and then everything else follows?”
“Green if you want a girl, blue for a boy. Both if you want both. You can stick with Adam or decide to choose someone random.”
Her hands shaking, Ava decided on the spur of the moment to go random. Why she did it she would never really know. Rather than asking for Adam’s blue ticket, on the table, she leant forward and took a blue ticket from the hat offered, holding it delicately, like it was a live grenade. She had chosen a blue ticket with seven on it.
She avoided Adam’s eye, as he appeared a little crestfallen at her random choice, rather than him. He leant in, taking out his own random green ticket. Josie asked the hostess for Ben’s ticket back and Ben asked for Josie’s. Ava wondered if they knew each other.
With their choices made, Ava watched with a lump in her throat as her green 16 ticket was dropped into the hat amongst the female participants, for others to select at random.
“Ladies please change through the left door, men in the area to the right. Please also choose your mask. We’ll then call you out by your own number. Please exit at the back to your directed area. Remember, address each other only by their number, is that clear?”
Ava followed Josie into the Winnie, surprised to see neat new cubicles and lockable cabinets for their clothes, like at her gym.
Josie kept her talking as Ava took off her lilac top and unzipped her orange skirt, folding them neatly and putting them in the locker.
“Don’t worry about a thing, Ava. Take it all at your own pace and remember, if you don’t want to do anything at all, just say no.”
Ava breathed in and out deeply, removing her purple Fiacci bra and stripping off her panties. She then almost panicked, realising that she was naked. In a van. In a barn. In the middle of nowhere.
Josie sensed what was going on in Ava’s mind. Having stripped fast herself, she strode round and stood in the cubicle doorway, a lion mask perched on her face, surrounded by a mane of blonde hair. Josie’s breasts were luscious, round and thrust forward. She had a light triangle of dark fur above her beautifully sculpted vulva. Tall and statuesque, she looked like a goddess. Ava almost gave up there and then. How could she possibly compete with the gorgeous Josie? What would the random man she was about to meet in minutes think of her slim body and less-than-ample breasts?
“I know what you’re thinking and can tell you without one word of a lie that you’re the hottest girl in The Den today. Forget cold feet, this place is hot too. I know you like Adam but I there are a lot tastier men than him in The Den tonight, and you’re about to meet one of them. Remember, whatever you want sexually goes. You can get anything here, so let your imagination run wild, Ok?”
Ava smiled weakly, nervous, selecting a cheetah mask to wear.
They stood together in the cubicle, masked and naked. It seemed barely moments later that the organiser called their green numbers.
“Green number 16, matched with number seven, bay nine.”
Ava realised the blue ticket she had selected was sticking to her palm, crumpled, wet and damp. With Josie pressing her hand in encouragement Ava realised there was no backing out now. She stepped out of the door and made her way nervously to bay nine.
There was artificial grass on the ground to walk on, tickling Ava’s bare feet. She found bay nine, the number lit by a tilly lamp. Each bay was formed in a U shape, made of hay bales swathed in more of the grass. There were also other spare bales stacked nearby, spare props to meet every couple’s desires. As Ava entered the bay she saw a tall man with a jackal mask come in from the other side.
Ava felt supremely awkward as he introduced himself as seven, holding his hand out for her to shake. The man was muscly, with broad shoulders and tight firm thighs and biceps. It was more difficult to assess his age but clearly, he worked out a lot. But there was something else that wasn’t hard to judge, or at least to judge whether it was hard or not.
As they shook hands Ava couldn’t help but glance down, taking in his enormous semi-erect penis, waving at her like an elephant’s trunk. It was veined, long and thick, foreskin free and with a deep purple colour head. His balls were clean-shaven. His body smelt of wood and musk. Ava was glad she’d spritzed herself with perfume.
He looked Ava up and down, appraising her body, sighing in obvious appreciation at Ava’s curves, gorgeously rounded breasts and neatly trimmed pubic hair. He could see she had a thigh gap too. Delicious. He should make the first move then, as her master.
“So, you would like to be dominated this evening number 16? It’s an interesting list that I’ve been given of your desires. I hope that I can meet all of your expectations, cheetah lady.”
Ava was momentarily confused, them remembered the mask.
“Look, this is my first time. I don’t know quite how this works.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle, at first. Come to the high bale, 16.”
He took her hand and turned her round to face the bales.
“Bend over at the waist, hands over the long bale at the back.”
Ava took in his serious yet sonorous voice. The sound of his deep tones sent a fresh wave of pussy juice flooding inside her. She felt a tiny dribble begin to make its way down her inner thigh. She did as she was bid, bending over the large bale over and putting her hands as far as they could go across it. Her breasts were pressed into the top of the bale, shards of straw piercing through the faux grass, spiking her nipples. She felt rather than heard him move behind her.
“Very good. Now I am going to assess you and finger you, 16.”
It sounded so matter-of-fact. This stranger simply asking her to do such personal things to her, to her body. Ava’s tensed and she jumped slightly as he placed smooth hands around her waist. He ran his hands gently up her sides, reaching the undersides of her breasts. He hefted them in his strong hands, squeezing them gently.
“Beautiful, and real too. You take good care of your body, 16.”
Ava bit her lip, wondering exactly what would happen next. Her pussy felt hot and she could feel creamy fluids starting to leak forth. He placed his large hands over her breasts, cupping them, pinching each nipple gently between his fingers as his palms massaged them.
A fingernail briefly caught her left tit and she started. She glanced down to see her nipple tips sticking out through his fingers, pink, puffy and engorged, rock hard. He slid both hands further down her breasts, index fingers gently stroking each nipple tips from side to side. Ava groaned in exquisite desire.
It was luck but also a curse that Ava had discovered as a teenager she was one of those rare women who could come, merely from having their breasts touched. But she simply didn’t want to come this early on. She wanted to know where and how far this could go.
Fortunately, number seven passed his hands over her slender shoulders, up to her neck. He fondled her ear lobes then, slowly, pushed one of her fingers into her mouth between ruby-red lips. He held her jaw with his hand as he probed her tongue with his finger.
“Soft. Lovely. And looks like there’s plenty of space too.”
He let the sentence hang there, in the air. Ava immediately thought of his huge cock and whether her mouth could cope with it.
She exhaled quickly, tensing for what might happen next. She was surprised when he gathered up her shiny hair in one hand, placed the other on her neat round bum and nuzzled her neck, beginning to kiss her neck below her hairline. His lips were strong but soft and, with each tiny kiss, Ava felt a shock go through her.
“You really are quite exquisite, number 16. A fabulous body.”
Ava loved this. A man who knew exactly what he wanted and was willing to take it, take her. Be her master for the evening.
Ava sighed, submitting. He heard the docile sound and grunted.
“Very good. Do I have permission to fuck you, number 16?”
Ava almost gasped. This was said so directly, so masterfully. It immediately appealed to the submissive side of her sexual appetite.
“Yes, number seven.”
Ava was surprised when his hands suddenly released her body and she teetered forward one step, into the covered hay bale. What was it? Was she not supposed to speak to him at all?
Ava heard the whistle of his hand as he brought it down hard across her naked right buttock, the flesh hopping with the impact.
Ava shrieked at the pain, feeling her love juices pumping freely. Her body was betraying her submissive needs once again it seemed.
“You mean yes number seven, SIR, don’t you?”
“Yes sir,” just saying it seemed so right, so beautiful to Ava.
“Up on your toes 16, or I’m not able to fill you up properly.”
Ava obeyed, her legs already feeling weak at the thought of what he was about to do to her, to her body. This muscular stranger with his long, thick, veined enormous horse cock.”
As she rose on her tip-toes he pushed her legs out and apart with his feet. Ava’s pussy lips parted naturally, her inner labia beginning to descend. Her breathing became ragged, waiting for the moment she knew was so close, the feel of that huge penis penetrating her.
He pushed her towards the lower bale, leaning forward into her body, grasping both of her breasts, now spread and flattened on the bale. He worked his fingers underneath them, finding her nipples, pinching them hard. Ava gasped and moaned. As she started to slump he removed a hand, slapping her hard across her thigh, then the side of an exposed breast. Ava squirmed, squealing in pain. Number nine slapped her thighs harder, then her buttocks, finishing up by bringing his palm up sharply between her legs.
Ava howled, a pain like shards of glass piercing her labia. She put a hand down naturally, to protect her vagina, but number seven pulled it away, forcing her hands back on the bale beside her head.
“That’s enough rebellion, Stay there, I need to fix this.”
She lay face forward on the bale, her pussy stinging, breathing heavily in anticipation. She heard a box open behind her. The tools.
A minute later he had found what he needed. He pulled Ava back to her feet and she felt him pass a thick leather collar around her neck, doing up the buckle at the back under her long dark hair.
“Now put both of your hands behind you, number 16.”
She slid them across her tight bum and he grabbed her wrists, fastening leather cuffs tightly around them. He moved her hands up to her neck and she heard a click as each hand was secured to the sides of the black collar. The clips held her wrists tight to her neck so Ava’s elbows were naturally pulled forward, either side of her face. Her breasts now felt open, exposed to whatever he wanted next.
“Up, on your toes, 16. Spread your legs open for me.”
Ava paused, staying still, uncertain what to do as she knew this would put her at his complete mercy. He took this as rebellion against his wishes. After all, Ava had made her submissive wants and needs clear in the form that she had signed. They had briefed him accordingly before he got to bay nine at The Den.
“I do not tolerate disobedience. Do as you’re told, 16.”
Ava tried to shuffle her legs apart, struggling with her hands tied.
Realising too late that she was too slow to comply, she heard a shrill whistling sound as the long leather strap seven had found in the toys’ box connected with a sharp crack on her left buttock. Without a pause, he repeated with a strike on her right buttock.
Ava screamed, her body cannoning forward into the bale, her nipples pierced painfully by straw spikes under the artificial grass. She tried to get up but, with her hands shackled to her head, she realised she couldn’t lever herself backwards to stand.
Number seven placed a strong hand on the middle of her back, pushing her elbows hard into the bale. Ava could smell the dry plastic of the grass and the damp aroma of the hay beneath.
“Do you give me permission to beat you for disobedience, 16?”
Ava realised she had no choice, pussy dripping at the prospect.
“Yes, sir. Please beat me for disobeying you, sir,” Ava gasped.
“Very well. You will get strokes equal to your ticket number, 16.”
“That’s enough noise from you too. I’m going to silence you, 16.”
He forced a ball gag that tasted of vile rubber into Ava’s mouth, fastening it tightly behind her head, under her hair. Ava couldn’t stop the saliva as it started to come, dribbling from the corners of her mouth, pulled wide open into a surprised red ‘O’ by the ball gag.
Careful not to draw blood, seven plied Ava’s body with deft lashes from the leather strap. He made her count every stroke across her buttocks, her lower back, her flanks and inner thighs. Ava grunted and moaned with each blow, her slender body hopping upwards with each hard ministration. She could feel her body responding, her subservient nature demanding each strike, her pussy flowing its copious milk down her long legs. Cum began to slip from between her extended labia, Drip, drip onto the green grass.
At each wallop, a red welt appeared on Ava’s soft smooth skin, reminding her of her compliance. He left her cunt until the 16th stroke, giving her an undercut up between her labia, catching her clitoris.
Without the gag in place, she would have yelled the barn down at the top of her lungs. Ava came, snorting like a wounded boar. Her legs and thighs shook and her breath came in fits and starts as each wave of orgasm took her, leaving her flaccid and choking on the gag.
Seven stood back, happy with his handiwork, satisfied that Ava’s needs had been delivered, her own written request minutes earlier.
Checking that he hadn’t injured her body more than her submissive nature required, seven put his hands under Ava’s arms and lifted her off the bale carefully, setting her upright.
Ava struggled to hold her balance. The beating had taken it out of her and the orgasm had left her with hardly the strength to stand.
“We have twenty minutes left. I am now going to fuck you, 16, with or without your permission. Both vaginally and anally.”
He lowered Ava’s body back down at the waist, pushing her hips into the edge of the bale, pushing her legs wide apart with his feet.
Ava didn’t have the wherewithal to respond, accepting her terms, her need for subservience under a dominating master.
Once he was sure Ava’s body position was right he guided his monster cock up into her depths. Ava’s cunt gave him no resistance, having lubricated itself for the last half hour like oil in a sports car.
As he took an initial heavy thrust up inside her, Ava couldn’t believe how big he was. She felt fully filled, stretched beyond belief. Lorenzo was well endowed but this man was in another league altogether, stimulating her G spot with every firm, fast plunge into sopping depths, ploughing her vaginal walls with his ridged rod.
Ava began to moan in pleasure through the gag, but received a hard slap on her thigh once more in return.
“You are a submissive, number 16. That means that you are not allowed to come again until I give you permission. Is that clear?”
“Mmm, yeer,” Ava managed to burble in reply through the gag.
“What did I just say about how you address me?”
He started to thrust harder and harder to get his message across.
“You.” Thrust. “Number 16.” Thrust. “Will call me.” Thrust. “Sir.”
At each huge lunge from his muscular thighs, Ava was pushed hard into the hay bale, the straw pricking her entire body as he instructed her about her own demand to be taken, to be submissive.
“Yeer burr!” Was all that Ava could get out past the rubber plug.
She felt as if she was being spilt in two, his hard cock smashing into her cervix with each stroke, his naked balls banging into her pussy lips. The thickness of his pulsing shaft was stimulating her G spot in waves too, rubbing hard against the front of her vagina.
After five minutes of gargantuan thrusts, he suddenly dipped a long thick finger between her legs, pushing his middle finger deep inside her along with his fat penis. As he stimulated her womb wall further he slid his index finger slid back and forth hard over her erect and aching clitoral bud. Ava lost it again, squirting liquid cum all over the grass-covered bale, the floor and his cock as she came.
Number seven gave her no respite, pulling out of her sopping, drizzling cave with a slurp, then flipping her round to face him. He bodily lifted her onto a lower bale, pushing her hard down on her back. Grasping her calves he pulled her legs wide open in a sideways split, pulling her pussy and tense rounded buttocks towards him. Holding her legs, he used his rock-hard cock to open up her slim, sticky lips, grinning as he slid himself back inside her, up to the hilt.
With further stern instructions not to come, ten minutes later number seven finally let her have her release. By this point, Ava had almost transcended into another reality altogether. Never had she been so impaled and filled by such a monster cock before or experienced such an orgasmic high. She was oozing and dribbling pussy juice and creamy cum was running down the insides of her thighs, perpetually shaking with the strain of seven’s hammering.
When their numbers were finally called for the end of the session Ava could hardly stand. She staggered to her feet, deliriously accepting the man’s handshake once more. This man, seven, had pushed, prodded, slapped, bent, folded and rolled her into almost every conceivable position in forty minutes flat.
“Maybe we’ll meet again, 16. I hope you enjoyed that too.”
As Ava stumbled out, back into the Winnebago to change, she was lost for words. Her mouth ached from the gag and her right leg had cramp. She wiped herself down, studying the livid purpling stroke stripes on her thighs and rear in the mirror. She was clearly going to have to dress carefully the next week or so.
She dressed, smiling to herself, grimacing as she pulled on her orange skirt over a reddening lash bruise. She applied fresh makeup and strode back into the barn, heading for Josie, already at the bar.
Most importantly, now she knew why Josie came here, and what she’d been missing out on in her last months of abstinence.
A damn good tied-up fucking, by a master with a ginormous cock.
They drove back from the barn in high spirits, Ava giving Josie chapter and verse about what happened to her in The Den, but Josie giving little away. Clearly, Josie was a private person, Ava concluded.
Combining the drinks and the sado-sex, Ava was on such a high when they got back to her house that she wanted the party to continue. She persuaded Josie to stay for a cocktail, Ava failed to notice that Josie was actually sober, as she was driving, briefing the barman suitably at the barn. With Josie in charge she made them both faux cocktails, reasoning Ava had had enough for one night.
They sat back on Ava’s huge long four seat sofa, Ava taking care to make sure she was positioned with comfy cushions under her battered rear. Josie looked at her, deciding what to say next.
Despite the drink, Ava picked up on the tenser vibe between them, realising Josie had something on her mind. Josie started.
“So, what did you think of the barn party and The Den, Ava?”
“I think you know. I so needed this tonight. Thanks, Josie!”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure, spit it out.”
“Why go for a random guy when Adam clearly wanted you?”
“I’m not sure. Instinct, I guess. Maybe I just wanted something unknown. Maybe the excitement or the drink, or maybe all three.”
“Have you always known what you want, sexually that is?”
“Well, when I met Lorenzo he taught me a lot. That’s when I knew I was submissive sexually. But not all the time. Sounds odd.”
“Not really. I’ve experimented too. I learnt a lot in Montana.”
“You said you grew up there. Why did you move away then?”
“I went to a strict Catholic school and as a teenager my parents even had visions of me taking vows and becoming a nun.”
“I can’t see you as a nun, Josie. What changed with you then?”
“I met Sandy. She grew up in my home town, but she was a bit of a rebel. I met her walking home from school one day. She was hanging out at the sports ground, smoking a joint by the fence.”
“So, what happened with you and Sandy?”
“I tried to cross the road to avoid her but she called me over. I was shy, but I’d also been taught to be polite, so we got talking. Turns out she was a lot like me under the surface, and we ended up meeting there almost every day for a few months. We used to go to an old deserted shed she’d found and chat. She’d smoke dope.”
“What did you have in common then? Did you smoke weed?”
“No, that would have been a step too far, plus I’m sure my mum would have smelled it on my breath. She was sixteen and I was seventeen, but I knew nothing about relationships, and certainly nothing about sex. Sandy did and offered to teach me things. In return, I used to buy her cigarettes, as I was tall, even then.”
“What sort of things did she teach you?” Ava wriggled around on the sofa, getting comfortable, putting her arm around Josie. Josie leaned in, resting on Ava, feeling she was in a safe place.
“Well, everything really. Sandy’s dad left when she was three and her mum took to drink soon after. So, Sandy had to look after both her kid sister and her mum, from about ten years old. She learned fast. She also realised that with her figure and looks she could get a few extras for the family without doing too much like hard work.”
“What do you mean? Prostitution? Did she go on the streets?”
“No, nothing like that, but Sandy always knew how to use her body to get what she wanted and she was good at it too. She saw how men looked at her, so she had some local older guys she knew that gave her money and presents, in return for sexual favours. Laying naked with them, blow jobs, intercrural, other stuff too.”
“Intercrural? What’s that? What other stuff? “
“Intercrural’ s just a posh term for a thigh job. She stood in a doorway, naked. Men put their prick between her legs and used her thighs for friction. Got them off fast. She also used to lie on the bed naked to, while they wanked and spunked all over her.”
Ava was somewhat shocked hearing Josie use such language.
“What? And she was sixteen when all this was going on?!”
“She always said it was her choice, but it clearly wasn’t. The men she was with should have been locked up.”
“Damn right, but what happened to her then?”
“Sandy started seeing one guy quite seriously, but he was the jealous type and a nasty piece of work. He saw her with another guy and broke both her arms next time she visited him. Took two months for her arms to heal properly and the family nearly starved. Her regulars didn’t want to see her, and she couldn’t carry any groceries back home. Her sister was only six then.”
“Wow, a tough upbringing. So you learnt things from her?”
“Well, she showed me how my body worked for a start, what it could do, and how to get pleasure from it. Also how to use it to give pleasure to others too. She used to show me, touch me. I came for the first time in that shed, with Sandy. She was quite enlightened for a sixteen-year-old.”
“It sure sounds it,” Ava mused. “Are you still in touch?”
“Far as I know she’s still back in Montana. Sandy didn’t ever have a phone and I’ve not been back there since the wedding.”
“Hang on, did you say wedding? I thought you were single?”
Josie sighed. She hadn’t intended to tell Ava but there was no going back now. She might as well know the whole truth.
