Lillian found herself lying atop a round table, completely naked with her legs spread as far as she could make them go. She was vaguely aware that this was wrong. She shouldn't be doing this--had never done anything this brazen, just…dirty. But she also knew she had to stay right where she was. She didn't know why and found it impossible to even think about why. The man had told her to lay here, so she did. Looking around Lillian could see that other women apparently had the same thought. Two that she could see without altering her position (which she must not do without being told to!) were in chairs watching her and a woman on the next table: human centerpieces.
Three other women were kneeling on the bank of couches beyond the next table, but she couldn't see them. Like her, they had their hands behind their heads, fingers interlaced as if they were being arrested. The woman next to her looked beautiful. Blonde hair spilling over the table. She was face down with only her torso on the table, while her legs were spread and feet on the floor. Lillian was vaguely jealous. What an ass! And the man--what was his name? Where were the other men?--These questions passed quickly through her mind like clouds she could notice but not touch. Anyway, the man was doing something to the blonde, making her squirm.
Lillian knew that the blonde woman's panties were stuffed in her mouth and that hers were in the blonde woman's mouth, both covered with tape. That's what the man wanted so that was OK, she guessed. She was sure she'd do anything the man told her to do. She watched quietly as the man worked a metal butt plug with a green jewel into the blonde's ass. The blonde mewed against her gag as the man worked the plug. In a bit, out. A little lube. Where had that come from? Then in and out and in until she could actually hear it suck into place. "That's not coming out any time soon! I wonder if he has one for me?" she thought and surprised herself. She'd never had anything in her ass, not even a stray finger.
"Well, Catherine, it's lucky we found this little gem in your bag, don't you think?" the man said. "Lucky, too you had some lube to go with it, otherwise we'd be rooting around in the kitchen. Can I call you Kate? Sure. Kate it is! You look lovely, by the way. I think your neighbor over here has noticed. We'll come back to that a little later." Yes, we'll definitely come back to that, he thought.
Lillian felt herself flush. She might not know why she was naked with these other women and in this position, but she could still feel embarrassment. And she could feel something else that only added to her discomfort--a hint of wetness in her exposed crotch.
"Yes, my dear, I'm getting to you soon," the man assured her. "We don't have all day, alas!"
Stepping over to Lillian, he looked over her spread form. Ample breasts, wavy brown hair. A neat triangle bush, trimmed in all the right places. Maybe not the beauty queen that Kate was, but there were definitely possibilities here. Lillian could feel his appraisal. If she could have been capable, she'd probably have curled up in a ball under the table. The man ran a long finger up her inner thigh, reaching into her crevice.
She saw the smile. Of course, he discovered her arousal. "Hmm." he said, looking around the room. "We'll have to do something about this. Can't leave you like that, all hot and bothered!" He glanced at her driver's license, which was lying next to her. "Lillian. Nice name," he murmured.
Moving over to the couch, he picked up each ID in turn. Agnes, Leah, Sila. This last was a lithe, dark brown woman with amazing black hair worn short in a swept up boy cut. "Sila, you can release your hands and come down off the couch. Do it now." As Sila turned toward her, Lillian could see she was Indian or some sort of south east Asian. Her dark eyes flitted over Lillian and Kate quickly before settling on the man's face. Her features were a well of confusion and eagerness. Lillian thought that neither emotion seemed to come naturally. This was a woman who was accustomed to being on the giving end of orders. The man could see it, too, and it was clear he was going to push some buttons.
"OK, Sila, would you mind telling me why you were wearing such attractive underwear? These can hardly be the most comfortable choice for air travel!" Sila looked at the sheer bra and high cut panties the man held out to her.
"I'm," she faltered, "I'm meeting my fiancé."
"Oh, and what a reunion that is likely to be! Tell you what, I think you'll look quite sexy in these. Put them back on." Sila did as she was told. The effect was just as stunning as Lillian imagined. More wetness. She almost groaned and shifted on her table.
"Yes, of course, Lillian. I see we can't keep you waiting any longer." He gestured for Sila to kneel. He helped Lillian slide to the edge of the table so that her sex was in easy reach of Sila's head. "Get in there and give poor Lillian some relief, Sila!" Sila looked at him and then at the prone Lillian. She was fighting it. Clearly she had never gone down on another woman before. But she could not deny this man. She slowly shuffled on her knees bringing her face between Lillian's legs. "Come on, put in some effort! Use your hands and your tongue." Sila's progress was slow, agonizingly slow for Lillian. She began to kiss Lillian's inner thighs as if she were working up the courage to dive fully in. She brought her hands up to frame her target as her kisses lingered longer on her skin and moved closer to what was now a fairly gushing pussy. Sila spread the brunette's exposed labia and began to lick.
"That's it, Sila." The man had brought his face even with Sila's. Lillian could feel his breath on her thighs as he almost whispered to Sila, encouraging her. "Fuck her with your tongue. That's it. Yes. Good girl. Now don't stop until Lillian cums in your face.”
“If you don't bring her off in five minutes, there's going to be consequences!" Lillian writhed and twisted as Sila warmed to her task. It was hard for her to even stay on the table so that Sila had to hold her hips to keep mouth where it needed to be. The man seemed satisfied as Lillian began moaning through her gag.
Forty minutes ago, a middle-aged man, tall-ish and generically handsome, had walked into the Centurion Lounge at City Airport. There was nothing particularly special about him, except maybe that he seemed quite friendly with the desk staff and security guard--shaking hands all around as he introduced himself. He had that casual manner that comes from knowing what he is about. He whispered something to the guard, who immediately closed the lounge doors and took a position to block anyone coming in. At his request, the desk attendant gathered the rest of the staff in the small kitchen. Maybe a dozen people--chefs, wait staff, cleaners and a bartender.
At his request, the staff, except the bartender, sat on the kitchen floor and said nothing. The facility had a central area with a food-and-beverage bar. To the left, out of view of the glass doors that led to the terminal, was a lounge with round tables, comfortable chairs and long banked sofas. At the opposite end was a bar area with more tables and chairs. He led the bartender back to the bar, whispering to him along the way. Coming back to the lounge, he politely asked all the men to move to the bar area, which they did with a little confusion, but no fuss. The women were instructed to gather in the lounge and to bring all their bags. The man was briefly thankful there were no children. There usually were and that could get tricky, requiring extra care. But not today. The men were further instructed to not leave the bar under any circumstances. They should pay strict attention to the bar's TV and order drinks.
The women sat quietly as the man picked out seven, all beautiful or at least pretty, to stand in the back corner. The oldest was a striking woman in a tailored blazer and slacks, pushing sixty maybe, but very attractive. The rest were dismissed to the bar with all their crap and told to attend to the men, with a very suggestive emphasis on "attend."
On command, Catherine, Lillian, Sila and the rest took off their clothes and neatly piled them in the corner while the man rummaged through their bags. He produced one vibrator, one dildo, three steamy novels, the green jeweled plug and the gel. A good start! He also produced a roll of clear packing tape from his bag and several dozen zip ties. He wasn't likely to need the ties, but they could be fun.
Naked, the women dutifully extracted their IDs: five driver's licenses, a passport and one student card. He instructed Catherine to stuff her panties in Lillian's mouth and apply some tape. Lillian did the same for Catherine. The two of them were placed on tables, one tits up and one ass up. Three were arrayed kneeling on the couches. He moved Brooke and Molly to chairs with their legs spread over the armrests. All had their hands behind their heads, thrusting their chests out a bit. He had to admit, it was a beautiful sight. One of his best, he thought. He took some pictures and then picked up the plug and the lube and got to work.
Now, with Catherine--Kate--standing bent over the table, her mouth gagged with another woman's panties, her hands behind her head and her plug inexplicably filling up her back end, she watched in muted fascination as Sila worked over Lillian's pussy. It was getting energetic. Sila had started rubbing her own slit through her underwear while flicking her tongue over Lillian's clit, driving the brunette wild with pleasure. Kate could see the waves of pleasure coming over the poor woman as she began to feel a burning of her own. But she would have to wait. The man had moved over to the older woman, Leah. Her breasts were small and toned. She had large nipples which even from this vantage point, Kate could see were very stiff. He asked, "Are you a top or a bottom, Leah?"
The woman next to her let out a little laugh at the question, but Leah just looked confused. "A what?"
"A bottom, then. If you were a top, you'd know. How about you, red?" This last directed to the redhead woman next to Leah. "Top, definitely," she said.
"Fine. Take these zip ties and bind Leah's wrists. You are Agnes? Great, Agnes, that's perfect. Now, pull her hands up and use another zip tie to fasten her arms to that pendant lamp." Agnes stood on the couch to secure Leah's arms above her head. The man handed up a set of heavy nipple clamps.
"I assume you know what to do with these?" he asked with a smirk. Agnes smirked back and attached the clamps to Leah's swollen nipples, who winced with the unfamiliar pain. She looked in disbelief at the glittering stainless steel now dangling from her breasts. "Leah, spread your legs. Now this, Agnes, before she starts screaming." The man handed Agnes a ball gag from his bag, which Agnes strapped on to Leah while he casually fingered the older woman.
"Excellent! Now, for you two lovely ladies," addressing the remaining two women who were arranged on the chairs. He handed Agnes two more ball gags, which were quickly put in place.
A little more than an hour had passed by this point. The man figured he had no more than three hours total. Plenty of time. He instructed Agnes to spank Leah while he went back down to the bar. The men were glued to the TV and, amazingly, almost all of them were getting handjobs or some other attention from the women. The bartender was getting a blowjob from a woman who must have been twice his age. Well, they took my suggestion to heart, I see, thought the man. "Who here has a flight boarding in the next half hour?" There was some general fumbling around as attention was diverted to tickets and watches. Several hands went up. "OK. Are any of you traveling with Agnes, Leah, Lillian, Catherine, Sila, Molly or Brooke?" Three hands went up.
"OK. You three stay here and go back to watching the TV. The rest, get yourselves together and get to your flights. But, remember!" he said loudly with a new note of authority, "You will recall nothing about your time in this lounge today. You came in, you left, that's it. Now go!"
That done, he went back to the lounge to see how things were going. Of course, he had not told Agnes or Sila to stop what they were doing, so they were still engaged in their tasks. Lillian was in messy tatters while Leah was turning round and round as Agnes mercilessly smacked her ass and thighs and breasts. She was covered with red handprints and was just shy of raising welts.
"OK, Sila and Agnes, you may stop. Sila please pull out your phone and take a selfie of yourself with Lillian. Agnes with your phone, take a selfie with the lovely Leah." That done, he turned his attention to Molly and Brooke who other than exposing their pussies to the room for 45 minutes, had not taken an active part in the festivities.
"I have sadly neglected you two. I do apologize." He retrieved the vibrator and dildo, handing the dildo to Agnes. "You work on Brooke. I want her screaming into her gag, got that?" "Yes, sir," Agnes said with real intent. Spanking Leah had clearly gotten her blood up. "Brooke, you are not to leave that chair! Now, Kate, get up. Good girl." He handed her vibrator, an 8-incher with a metallic tip. "Molly, this is yours, isn't it." Molly could only nod, going bright red. Turning to Kate, "You heard my instructions to Agnes? Good. Get to it." Catherine knelt down, her green plug sparkling in the lights. She began to rub the vibrator up and down Molly's lips, which were already swollen. Kate teased her with the tip, rubbing it on her growing clit. On her left, Agnes already had her toy buried deep into Brooke, who was totally clean shaven. Agnes was thrusting in and out, almost losing the shaft as she plunged it deeper into Brooke's pussy. Brooke was drooling on herself and gripping the back of the chair over her shoulders, knuckles white with tension. Molly's eyes went wide and she shuddered behind her ball gag as Kate turned the vibrator on full speed and circled her most sensitive button. She sat bolt upright as Kate removed the toy just as she was getting close to climax, her eyes pleading with the smaller blonde. Kate gently pushed her back into the chair and with a hand on one breast plunged the vibrator in.
The man meanwhile had undressed, a sizable erection now bobbing around the room. He instructed Sila to take the position Kate had vacated on the table. She laid across it, her shapely legs forming a perfect V as she presented her ass. He zip-tied her hands behind her back and motioned Lillian to get into position. "Turn about is fair play, don't you think?" Lillian needed no more encouragement, she almost ripped Sila's pretty panties as she slid them aside and went to work with her tongue. "Now we can't have you making too much noise as Lillian gets you all worked up." He moved around to place his cock before Sila's mouth. "Get to it."
Still holding his phone, he took a nice video of Agnes and Kate making Brooke and Molly orgasm wildly--almost in unison. What a moment! "Girls in the chairs, switch places and gags!" As Kate and Agnes mounted the chairs, Molly and Brooke took off the ball gags. Molly gently removed the tape from Kate's mouth and replaced the panties with the ball gag that had just been in her mouth. Brook took out her ball gag and before putting it on Agnes gave her a deep, passionate kiss. They then took possession of the toys now slick with their juices. Unbidden, they licked them clean, to the great satisfaction of their audience, including Leah. The man was staring straight into Leah's eyes as Sila ran her tongue up and down his shaft, watching her watching the four younger women. Funnily enough, one of those toys, a seven inch dildo belonged to Leah. "You want that, don't you?" Leah looked at him for a moment. There were tears welling up in her eyes as she nodded.
He moved around again and turned Sila's table so he could face Leah. Lillian shifted to keep her mouth on Sila whose dusky body was beginning to shake. "You keep working," he told Lillian as he drove his cock into Sila, who arched her back and screamed into her ball gag as she came again.
Grinning, he went over to his bag and pulled out small scissors, which he held out to Lillian. Her face covered in Sila's juices, following orders, she cut the tie holding Leah's arms up. But, she did not cut the wrist ties. Leah--red, sore and horny--got on to the couch where the man indicated, glad to be off her feet after such an ordeal. She had never experienced sex like this--barely knew it was possible. But she knew she wanted to do whatever the man told her to do and she wanted something in her cunt, now! With hand gestures guiding her, Leah turned and got on all fours, balancing precariously on her still bound hands.
The man produced more zip ties and secured Lillian's hands behind her back. Then fitted Sila with a belt with a massive strap-on dildo attached. She was surprised how heavy the strap-on was, the unfamiliar weight tugging at her where the crotch strap met her sex. She shimmied on her knees to position herself behind Leah. "Now wait. Lillian, get Leah ready." It was hard for Lillian to bend down to lick Leah's sex with her hands behind her back, but she managed it. Leah began to whimper almost instantly. After a few minutes, Lillian stopped and nodded at Sila. With no warning, no teasing, no easing-in, Sila drove the phallus straight into Leah, who gasped into her gag and snorted as Sila pumped in and out with a deep steady rhythm.
Meanwhile, the man pushed Lillian to bend down again so her face was next to Leah. He entered her from behind, establishing his own cadence. In moments, the motions were in sync. Olympic synchronized lounge fucking! Sila pushed into Leah while Leah pushed back, slamming her ass against Sila's thighs; back arched, breathing hard. Lillian was keeping pace with her fingers on her own clit as her second (or third?) orgasm broke over her like a nuclear bomb.
The man pulled out of Lillian. Miraculously, he had not cum yet himself. He moved over to Kate's chair. "You girls play while I finish with Kate." The six women rearranged themselves on the couch, some licking, some fingering and Sila taking turns fucking each of them with the big strap-on. Someone had brought the metallic vibrator and went to work on Sila's ass, which was a first for her, too. But she was well beyond complaining. While all this moaning and sighing was going on, the man roughly flipped Kate over on the chair and pushed her head down into the cushioned seat. He slowly started turning the green plug, causing Kate to spasm. He twisted and tugged slowly working the metal out of that shapely backdoor. It came free with a wet pop. He handed it to Sila, who cleaned it off with her mouth before pushing it into a grateful Lillian.
Kate's ass was nicely stretched by this point. The man entered her slowly but did not stop until his full length was buried in the petite blonde's rectum. Kate shook her long blonde hair as she bucked against him. He came in a torrent that exploded out of her hole. Sated, he wiped himself down with Kate's panties, which were still wadded up in a ball on the table.
"Well, it looks like we have some cleaning up to do," the man intoned. "But before we do that, remove the belt, gags and zip ties. Help each other." All that done, he bade them all retrieve their phones. "Now, exchange numbers and share your pictures with each other." He dressed and replaced the equipment into his backpack while images and wry remarks were sent to unsuspecting phones. They were taking group selfies now and sharing those, too. He put the tables and chairs back into their former order. There were huge wet spots on the chairs, but there was nothing to do about it. Probably not the first time, he thought.
"Go into the bathrooms and get yourselves cleaned up and dressed and meet me here when you're done. Lillian, I think you need to return something to Kate, don't you?"
He went to the kitchen to instruct the staff and then to the bar and dismissed every guest who was not traveling with one of the seven. When the women filtered back into the lounge looking tired but more or less put together, he said "Ladies we have had an adventure tonight. No one other than us knows what took place here. I have some pictures and so do you. I can arrange it so that you forget all that took place. Of course, you'll have some very confusing text messages from strangers on your phones you won't know how to explain. Or we can just part ways here. The choice is yours."
"What about you?" Leah asked.
"Me you will never see again, nor know my name. Even if you remember the events, you will not be able to remember me."
Sila looked at Lillian. "I think I missed my flight." They laughed.
Brooke looked at Agnes. "Call you tomorrow?" "You better."
A new round of conversation began with plans being made. As they looked around, the man had disappeared. "Where did Leah go?" Lillian wondered.