Dani's New Movie Ch 28

Tuesday, Nov 2, 2021

Jeff did his best that night to pretend none of it had happened, that we hadn't spent the night fucking. He wasn't fooling me though, his eyes were on me nearly every minute I was on stage, then followed me afterward. He tried to mask it with indifference, but I knew. I can't honestly say that the reverse wasn't true either. I did a lot of glancing toward him as I took my clothes off, then as I seduced people into the back room where my nakedness and libido could further seduce my 'victims' out of their cash.

And did it all make me horny! (I realized that was worded like a question, it wasn't). I'd wondered, thinking that maybe the fact that I'd fucked the night before would have abated my libido at least a little bit. Not! By closing, I'd been in the back with four guys and three girls, two of them being couples, one a 'soft' threesome. But oh my, did they do things to me!

Thursday night (early Friday morning), I checked my email as soon as I was back in my apartment, and there it was, the email from Jen, the website to find her video, her and Robert's weekend, the video I'd both been looking forward to and dreading. I went to bed and laid awake, my mind seeing my best friend with my husband, one part horror at the fear of losing my husband, three parts rapt fascination.

The morning was like any other: breakfast, dressing in gym clothes, and then to the gym with Katie. I thought about Jen and Robert one time only, from the time I awoke until Katie picked me up.

"Can you come over later, I have a video to watch, and I need some company?" I asked Katie on our way to LeAndra's gym.

She looked over at me quizzically, "It's my husband and Jen, my best friend," I explained.

She giggled, "Sounds like it might be fun."

'Fun', yeah!

"Give me an hour after we get home," I suggested, "wear something nice. You know, to enhance the mood." As if we'll need to enhance the mood.

The last weeks of pain at the gym were paying off, I could press my legs up to my chest with hardly more than a little tightness. I know that LeAndra and Sakura talk, and I wanted to be ready for my last shibari performance on Monday, only three days away.

I'd researched, and the closest shibari studio to home is in either Yakima or Spokane, both at least a two-hour drive, but that's not unreasonable, and we can spend the night. I'd LOVE to watch Jen! I thought she'd enjoy it too, although maybe not dressed quite like Katie and me.

It was nearly twelve-thirty by the time Katie and I were back at the apartment, and I had no clue how long Jen and Robert's video was. Just to be safe, I texted Jeff, telling him that Katie and I wouldn't be there until probably five. He texted me back within minutes, 'You're on at 5:30.'

I sent him back an 'OK', and remembered how good that night had been. And the spanks... I cannot tell a fib, remembering how his hand had felt on my ass... and how he'd felt inside me after. I was ready to 'misbehave' again. Except, I wasn't going to, not until home with hubby.

I wondered what to wear to watch the show with Katie and then remembered something I hadn't worn since Brandon Lucas was here the first time. He'd bought it for me, a denim miniskirt, about ten inches waist to hem, a two-inch gap up one side all the way to the belt, a light red top, totally, and I mean TOTALLY sheer, and a dark red shelf bra that did nothing except lift and highlight my tits and jut my nipples out for all the world to see.

The top was intended for a camisole under it, but Brandon had foregone it; I guess it was too expensive for his multi-million-dollar contract. Anyway, he'd made me wear it (not that I exactly objected) on our last day together. He did let me wear a g-string under the skirt though, not that it hid a lot. It turned out to be a rather exciting day.

I put them all on and looked at myself in the mirror, hoping that Katie would like.

Oh, after I put on my heels, I took the g-string off, I wouldn't be needing it. Besides the skirt looked better with nothing under.

I did my perfume and makeup, mostly in red to match the top, and was ready for Katie.

I found the website Jen sent me on my TV, wishing I had the big TV from home, but it'd be fine on the fifty-five-inch, so it was ready to go when Katie arrived minutes later. I had noted the length, an hour-thirty-eight minutes.

Jenny had been with my husband two full nights and one full day, they'd condensed that to ninety-eight minutes... An hour-and-a-half, probably mostly watching my husband and friend fuck. The air in my apartment was laden with the aura of sex, even before Katie arrived, bearing two bottles of wine when she bounced through my door. "Two is always better than one," she said.

I laughed, "One of us has to drive later this afternoon, the club, remember?" Besides, I didn't really want to be stumbling around on the stage trying to take my clothes off. Who knows though, it might be fun, but I wasn't going to find out.

She laughed, "Shame," and put one of the bottles in my wine rack, and I had to laugh, whoda thunk it that Daniella Shore would ever have a wine rack, even if it did only have two bottles in it, three now. "Another time though, maybe even later tonight, after the club. A moment later, she was back with two of my good wine glasses, the only good glasses I had. She twisted the lid off the bottle and poured each of us a glass.

"Well, maybe we'll have to limit it to one, hunh?" and she took off the oversized shirt she'd worn over... and I did a gasp of surprise. She looked down at herself, a giggle escaping, "You said to wear something nice. I couldn't find anything, so thought this might work instead."

Katie was one-hundred-percent... well, ninety-nine I guess, she did have heels on, otherwise, stark naked!

That sex-laden aura I mentioned a bit ago... it had just gone up about forty notches.

She carefully folded the shirt she'd worn and laid it on the loveseat and sat on it, "Just in case," she said, "leakage, in case you get me all hot and bothered, wouldn't want to stain your nice couch."

I laughed again, "Good call," I told her, running to the kitchen and back with a clean dish towel, "I think I can almost guarantee it, both of us," and I sat right beside Katie, pressing my leg against hers.

I'd already rearranged the furniture just a bit, moving the loveseat to right in front of the TV.

"You want to hand me the remote?" I asked her. I'd put it on the arm where I wouldn't have to search for it, but it was on Katie's side. "I haven't seen any of this, Jen sent me the link last night, and I just found it shortly before you got here. All I know is that she contracts with this videographer to do some of her dances at her studio, and talked her into doing this trip for her, editing and all, so it should be good."

I had the remote in hand, pointed at the TV when I thought of something, "You know, Jeff spanked me in-between fucking me the other night," and I couldn't stop giggling. "You ever been spanked?"

She'd just been taking a sip of her wine and stopped mid-sip. "Seriously? So... did you like it?"

"Just thinking about it is making me horny," I told her. "Not at first, it was such a surprise, and it hurt, but then..." and I rolled my eyes at her. "So... have you...?" I asked her again.

She smiled, "It was before Petey, it started out fun, but the guy thought he was some bad-ass Dom, and he went too far, killed the fun, kinda like that scene in Fifty Shades. I don't think I could like it again after him... but you, would you let some guy do it again?"

I thought about my husband, "Don't think Robert ever would do something like that, but in the right circumstance, the right guy... yeah, I would, it was hot."

She laughed, "You're probably right, it's not exactly a husbandly kind of thing, but what about your baseball guy, bet you'd like it if he did it."

I thought about Brandon, good thing I had the towel under my ass. "I don't think there's anything he could do that I wouldn't like," I admitted to her. And I still had plans for after I got home.

"So, tell me, after... how long has it been?"

"Nine weeks," I told her.

"Nine weeks... what's an orgasm like after that long? I can't even imagine." Her hand was on my leg, fingers teasing little circles on the inside of my thigh, just... right there.

"I don't know," I admitted, "remember what Erin told us that a girl might not be able to come right away? That's how it was, it just kept building inside me, driving me mad... and he fucked me so hard, but it wouldn't go over the edge, I never did come."

Katie was watching me, slack-jawed, "So, you're still... "

"Insanely horny, almost ten weeks now? Uhuh," and I looked down at Katie's fingers, what she'd been absent-mindedly doing to my leg under my skirt, within an inch of my pussy, "and you have no idea what you're doing to me right now!"

She pulled her hand away, "Sorry, I..."

I grabbed her hand and put it back where it was, "No, don't stop, I like it, you have no idea..." and I spread my legs a little farther apart, remembering the nightclub with Jeff, what he'd made me do, what he'd done to me.

I suddenly leaned over and kissed Katie, her lips so soft and inviting, opening just a little for my tongue, tasting like the most wonderful wine.

It was maybe a minute later that I pulled away from her, "I want you to do... whatever to me," I told my friend.

She giggled and told me to stand, "First, let's get you out of these clothes," and unsnapped my skirt, pulling it down. A moment later, my top and bra were gone as well, and we were both naked, me looking straight out the picture window of my living room.

"Think we maybe should close the blinds?" I asked her.

She turned and looked, giggling, "Prob'ly should have before getting naked, huh." It wasn't like there was a lot of traffic, although someone did walk by occasionally. I walked over to the window, looking out, "No one there," I announced, a little disappointed to be honest, but yes, I did close the blind, darkening the room.

Katie had picked up my discarded clothing, what little there was, neatly folded it, and laid it on the big couch, then retrieved another towel from the bathroom, and spread it on the loveseat, all while I was gawking out the window, completely naked.

Katie and I sat, and I picked up the remote one more time, pointing it at the TV. Her hand immediately went between my legs, fingers pressing barely past my lips. "So, you really won't mind?" she asked, as her fingers worked up and down, in just a little farther.

I pressed play and spread my legs apart, "Jeff did that in a nightclub, people watching," I told her and let out a groan as she rubbed against my clit, "and I liked it."

Jen was in the hotel bathroom, naked, putting on her lipstick, "I plan to have a LOT of fun tonight," she said to the mirror, "both of us." The camera had zoomed in on one of her tits, then up to her face in the mirror, adding a touch of gloss.

Just from that first bit, it was obvious this was done by a professional, and not a phone video, either.

"I think I told you, Jen and I have been besties since high school, I think it was tenth grade when we met on the cheer team," I told Katie, "She was on the dance team too, the best by far. I've always been jealous of her, how she could dance, how pretty she is."

Katie nodded, "She is," she agreed.

She pulled on a thong, "Robert's going to take it off of me," she said, looking at the camera. Then she fastened on a matching bra, "You know what they say, wear them matching if you intend to get laid. Well, I intend to get laid tonight... by your husband," she giggled.

Jen's tits have always been small, but perfect for her tall, lean, dancer's body.

There was a small closet right behind her, she pulled out a red glittery dress, and slipped it down over herself, the hemline coming about halfway down her thighs, the deep 'V' between her tits showing off her satin bra.

She sat on the toilet lid and pulled on a smoky-colored stocking, looking up to the camera, "Silk, nothing's too good for my friend's husband," she said, continuing with the other one. Then the heels, gold, strappy, tall stilettos, and stood, looking at herself in the mirror, her long, golden locks falling down to one side in front. It was an indulgence after her professional dancing days, letting her beautiful hair grow longer.

Again, she looked directly in the camera, straight into my eyes it seemed, crossing her legs, "Think he'll approve? After all, he's been celibate for what... six weeks or so now, with his cage locked in place."

She opened the door, the camera following her, floating on air, like only Jen can do, into the main room where Robert was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at my best friend, his eyes glancing up and down at her, not knowing where to look.

He stood, Jen right in front of him, her arms wrapping around him, lips coming together in a long, lingering kiss. Then she went to her purse and retrieved a key, one that I recognized, knelt in front of him, unzipped his slacks, undid the belt and button, inserted the key, and removed the Vice from his cock.

Katie was watching intently alongside me, and when Robert's cock was released, she leaned down and took my nipple in her mouth, sucking, her finger still toying with my pussy. I closed my eyes for just a moment, letting out a long, drawn-out moan at what she was doing to me.

Jen was kneeling in front of my husband, her hand massaging his growing cock. She looked up at him, then back down again, her mouth opening and slowly inching closer... It panned up to Robert's face, his wide eyes watching her, and 'the' moment, how his eyes glazed over, he gritted his teeth, the desperation... I heard an, "Oh, Jenny..." and the scene suddenly changed, to the restaurant, they were suddenly inside what looked like the Black Angus, the only restaurant I know of with private booths.

I'd wanted to see...! "Maybe I can fill in for the good part that they cheated us out of," Katie said, as I was seeing it in my eyes, Jenny taking my husband in her mouth.

And Katie, pushing my legs apart, her lips on my inner thigh, working higher, closer, her tongue pushing my pussy lips apart... "Oh Katie..." I moaned.

The waitress took their order and left as Jen took my husband's right hand, put it on her tit, and leaned into him, kissing him...

All while Katie was devouring my pussy, and my resolve was weakening, God, how it was weakening! Nine-and-a-half weeks, Katie's tongue inside my pussy, and I'd made that stupid resolution!

Katie knew just when to stop, when my wailing began, and I nearly screamed at her to stay where she was...

They ate their dinner, Robert had steak like I knew he would, and Jen, salmon, like I also knew. Their looks, their fingers touching... and another long, lingering kiss before Robert got out his credit card to pay the bill. The looks passing between the two, and all caught in vivid technicolor, while waiting for the check, told the story...

Katie and I embraced, kissing, one eye on the TV, her teasing my nipple unbearably.

Jen and Robert strolled into Club 48, hand-in-hand.

I had no idea how hard jealousy could hit!

The club was playing country music, naturally. They found a table, Robert ordered two drinks, and before they even arrived, Jen had my husband up dancing.

She was pressed against him, their cheeks tight together, arms wrapped around each other, Jen floating like she always does, especially on a dance floor, whispering in his ear, the camera slowly going around and around them like they were the only ones on the floor... Jen dances so gracefully, sensually, so... otherworldly, it's almost impossible to explain, you just have to see her.

I returned the favor to Katie, on my knees in front of the loveseat as she'd been. If anyone ever tries to tell you that it's not erotic for a girl to eat another girl's pussy, they sadly do not know of what they speak! Katie's orgasm ripped through her, devouring her, body and soul.

The dancing became closer and more intimate, and their lips together.

Katie and I anxiously awaited what came next, our hands all over each other's bodies. Our wine was rapidly diminishing, and I wanted to open that second bottle, but we still had later, our club, and I couldn't imagine what it would be like after this little episode.

The camera followed Jen and Robert to their room...

My heart was pounding. This seemed so different than the other times when I'd been there.

Robert undressed Jen, and she undressed him, my husband's cock so very, very hard. They kissed, falling on the bed... and the moment he penetrated her was caught perfectly on camera...

Watching my husband and best friend making love, not fucking, but making love, were the hardest minutes of video I'd ever imagined. I wondered if that's what it's been like for him, the live video feeds I'd sent him, me and Brandon Lucas.

Aside from the emotional, the eroticism, watching them making love, the expressions, the noises, the... everything! I was enflamed, every part of me, but my pussy... Katie sucking my tits... it was excruciating, agonizing, I'd have let myself go, even at the risk of fulfilling my pledge of a full year with the Vagiblok, but my body wouldn't allow it, desperate as I was.

And then, 'intermission', with a note on screen, 'Second half cannot be viewed for a minimum twenty-four hours.'

How did she do that? Was it even real, that I couldn't? In any case, I wouldn't have been able to watch more, my emotions were simply too volatile.

That night at the club was every bit as difficult as I'd imagined it would be as my sexual libido had been engulfed in flames even before setting foot on the stage. My first dance, I wore the outfit from that afternoon, and every second of its removal reminded me of Katie... and then I was naked on stage, Friday night, in front of a couple hundred people... and then doing it again and again through the night, and each time out on the floor and in the back room, adding to the inferno that Jen and Robert's video had erupted inside me.

When Monday night arrived, I still hadn't been able to watch the second half of the video. What I'd planned for that night, did I dare? It was to be my last time with Sakura, the last night as her bunny. I'd had plans for that last time, but again, did I dare? By then it had been ten weeks, sixty-nine days to be precise, since my last orgasm, fifty-one more weeks until I'd entertain allowing myself to be free once again.

I'd asked Katie to come over to do my makeup that evening, I wasn't sure that I'd be able. She worked on my face at least a full forty-five minutes. Having her fuss with me, wearing her little see-through outfit while I was naked, her occasionally pausing and kissing a nipple, giggling, had me at least stage nine when she finally announced she was done, still a half-hour before we had to leave.

I looked in the mirror at the smoking hot woman that had somehow invaded the back of my mirror, and my first thought was 'Take that, Jennifer Garland!' Jen had always been by far the prettier of us, and after watching that video, somehow, it mattered. I'd never before felt quite the jealousy as I was now. Not bitter, friendship-threatening, it was just... there. And I wasn't sure if I'd ever be able to watch the second half of that video.

Katie waited in the living room while I went in my bedroom to dress, and I had a decision to make, do I or don't I. It seemed easy when I bought it that other afternoon, but tonight... the emotional state I was in, I wasn't sure that I could do it. I took a deep breath and decided, sort of, as if there ever had been any doubt, and I finished dressing, a crop top blouse, Daisy Duke shorts, and mid-height heels, hoping that I wasn't making a terrible mistake.

It was something I needed to do though, and I was.

"Ready," I told Katie

At Okimoto's studio, I told Sakura, "No mercy," and this time she nodded when I handed her the remote, no 'safe word' argument. I didn't want a safe word. "No or stop means nothing," I told her, "no outs, it's what I want."

Katie and I knelt alongside Okimoto and Sakura for my last time, the gong sounded, and we stood facing the audience, which had grown, probably at least triple from our first demonstration. His little studio was full, no more room.

We bowed and Sakura untied my kimono, letting it fall open, then removed it from my shoulders, and handed it to her assistant, who folded it carefully. I was wearing the black, spandex slingshot that I'd bought to replace the one I'd given to Jaime. Earlier, I could have, but hadn't adjusted the cameltoe, where the stretched material had pulled tight between my pussy lips, virtually disappearing. Oh, and how it was so deliciously rubbing against my clit!

It was what I'd debated on earlier, could I go through with wearing it? This was my first time wearing it at Okimoto's studio, and I was far more self-conscious than I had been previously, even totally naked. It's a garment that screams sexuality, the single spandex strap, no more than a string that runs up my ass, splits in two over my shoulders, covers my nipples with an inch-wide, then back into no more than a string to my pussy where it widens to an inch again, now hidden inside my pussy.

It's not meant to hide anything, only to draw attention, and that it does with aplomb.

Sakura began, as she always does, tying my arms behind my back and around my chest, adding loops in back to lift me off my feet, and when she was done, my arms were tightly tied, and I dangled, barely able to touch the floor with my toes, gently swinging.

"I love your costume," Sakura told me as she was folding my left leg back at the knee, tying it to my upper leg.

"Thank you, I hope... unhh!" She bent my right leg up like LeAndra had, fully to my chest, and tied it so that I was once again helpless, arms tied behind my back, my left leg bent at the knee and tied back, and my right tied to my chest.

"That okay, it hurt?" she asked.

A little, it did, but tolerable. "No, it's fine," I told her.

This was what I'd learned to love about the shibari, the tied, helpless feeling, the trust in Sakura... and how I felt so sexy, so turned on in her weird positions, like... how would it feel to be fucked like this? Plus, nervous, excited, and a little scared about what I knew was coming. And I knew my pussy was soaked, just thinking about it, what I'd been nervous about for at least all day.

She showed me a rope, about fifteen feet long, about an eight-inch section in the center thickened with elaborate knots, "It's cotton, softer than the hemp we use, much more comfortable. It's the rope I use for gagging, but I always ask for permission first. So... may I, and yes, you can refuse, it is okay."

I knew what she was doing, in case I screamed during... 'it'. "You may," I told her. But... why this time, why not last time, two weeks ago? I guessed that she'd know the answer to that, not me.

Anyway, she fit the thickened, knotted portion of the rope in my mouth, slid it back and forth just a little, and held it tightly, "How's that, comfortable enough?" she asked.

"Mffft, mffft," I managed to get out, barely audible, but nodded, my mouth filled with rope. It felt fine.

She continued to pull it firmly in my mouth and tied it behind my head in my hair, then back to my left foot, the leg that had been bent back, and pulled the rope tight, so that my head was pulled back, looking straight out to the audience. She continued pulling, arching my body, putting my assets, i. e. my tits, even more on display than they already were, stretching my body backward.

My body had been suspended about parallel with the floor. She pulled the rope supporting me from the ceiling, lifting me, readjusting the angle so that I was elevated, roughly twenty to thirty degrees, tied off the rope, and gave my body a push so that I was swinging back and forth, totally unable to move.

It's a feeling of total, hundred-percent vulnerability, my body on full display, covered by nothing except the tiny straps of my slingshot and rope, unable to move more than a finger or blink my eyes. Even my toes were trapped with rope. There is simply no way to adequately describe the feeling!

And I suddenly felt the vibrator deep inside my pussy, a low pulsing against my g-spot, compounded by the heavy dose of arousal cream that I'd lubricated it with, the pressure inside me building rapidly... no, not 'rapidly', it was instantaneous, the need to come, the pressure inside me... and she'd only just turned it on.

It had now been ten weeks since I'd had release... and this time, tonight, there was no edging and stop, no electroshock 'just in case' as there had been two weeks ago, and desperately as I wanted to let myself go, to experience that orgasm so long denied, I knew I couldn't. If I couldn't control myself... one year, the Vagiblok...

And I WOULD do it, I'd even brought it, it was in my bag, already set for ten p. m., November 7, 2022. I would put it in, clip the locks closed, enter my PIN, 0219, and hit 'set'.

But I was NOT going to fail!

I hoped.

I already needed to scream... and she turned it up. I couldn't writhe, couldn't escape it... and Sakura pushed aside the thin strap that had been attempting to hide my super-sensitive nipples, and I felt her lips on one, sucking, sending waves through me... simultaneously with the pulsing vibrations inside me increasing.

STOP, STOP, STOP, I was screaming, coming out a very clear, "Mffft, mffft, mffft!"

And the vibrations increased, the vibrator's box had said, 'Orgasm Guaranteed,' and the sales girl had confirmed it was the most powerful remote-controlled vibrator in the store, the one with the little appendage to the clit, which Sakura just turned on as she switched to sucking my other tit.

I'd told Sakura in the dressing room before our performance that I wanted it all, "Don't hold back," I'd told her. She knew she had my full permission for whatever, I'd asked for it.

I closed my eyes, trying to think of something else, anything to relieve the need. The only things that came to my mind were that a week from tonight I'd be with my husband; the first time we made love after his coma recovery; what our next 'first' time would be like. It wasn't exactly the 'relief' I needed.

The ice bath in my old, dingy apartment those first weeks simply didn't materialize in my mind.

I thought of Jeremy Grimm, what it had been like sliding my pussy down on his massive cock, that 'girls' night out' with Katie, Darren, the airline attendant, and that shower with him, my last orgasm... and what an orgasm it had been!

Those were the thoughts that invaded my head, not the 'cold shower' type.

And the pulsing vibrations inside me intensified once again, I couldn't... I couldn't! The pleasure was so intense and my need so great! I so desperately needed to scream, let it out, and I couldn't even do that.

My eyes were closed, my face in a hard grimace, the vibrator reverberating through both my g-spot and my clit, I couldn't escape it. How much longer!?

I thought about the horrid apartment on Fourteenth Street, trying... anything... I couldn't breathe, the pleasure, so great! I felt like I was at the precipice of a giant waterfall, looking straight down a thousand feet, something, some unknown force keeping me from falling over the edge, desperate, afraid, needing to take that plunge, let myself go, and... I screamed, the vibrator turned higher still...!

I heard words, Sakura talking, at least I thought it was her, in my muddled mind nothing was sure, except... the intensity of the pleasure inside me, attacking my very core...

And it stopped, the pulsing stopped! I tried to breathe around the rope, through my nose, gasping for air.

The need to come was still there, I felt... depleted, I have no idea how to describe, how unfulfilled I was, and my tears started.

Sakura began the untying process, first releasing my head, removing the rope from my mouth. Then lowered me to the floor, and I couldn't stand, collapsing in moans, my hands between my legs, curled up on the floor like a baby, my body drenched in sweat.

She'd closed the curtain, that was something new, that they'd added for a modicum of 'after' privacy. I still couldn't move, laying on the floor, every fiber of my being crying out.

Not even that first time, two weeks ago, nothing had ever been like this. I wished it had been a simple torture, trying to extract information, I'd have told them anything, anything to release my body over the waterfall, to let the repressed orgasm have its way with me.

I must have lain there ten - fifteen minutes before even attempting to sit up, then another interminable period before standing.

"My apartment, we're watching the rest of your husband's video when we get back home," Katie announced, telling me, not asking, on our drive back home.

"Katie... I can't..." Robert and Jenny, the state I was in, after...

"Yes, you can, and you will, we both will, together, and I bought some things, we're trying them out tonight."

I glared at her, what had she...? "What kind of... things?"

She giggled, putting her hand on my leg, inching it up my thigh, to just below...

"You'll see, you'll love them, promise."

What? I couldn't imagine. I already had the vibrator, still inside me. Why hadn't I taken it out at Okimoto's? Because, just because, that's the only reason I could think of, but it was coming out first thing when we got home, now to Katie's, I guessed.

I'd avoided watching the video of Robert and Jen, the two of them fucking because I just couldn't. And now, the worst possible time...! And Katie, what did she have planned? To say that I didn't trust her would be another major understatement.