Charity Work

Savannah was putting the finishing touches to her appearance before she took off for the "big night".  She was feeling a bit nervous, not knowing what would be on the menu.  You see, Savannah had signed up to be part of a "bachelorette auction" for a local charity event.  Men had a chance to bid on an evening with her; the winning bidder also had the luxury of choosing the evening's agenda. 

Savannah, though not unaware of her physical qualities, wondered at the time if she would receive a bid.  But with shoulder-length blonde hair, bright eyes, a slender frame and 36C breasts, everyone told her she had nothing to worry about.  After all, it was not as if she had any trouble getting dates, did she?  She certainly didn't, and the auction proved it.  After some fierce bidding, one lucky gentleman won her attentions for a whopping $50,000.  Savannah couldn't believe it!  She knew nothing about the man, but she couldn't wait to see who was willing to pay such a high price to spend some time with her.

She was putting the last strand of hair in place when her doorbell rang.  The arrangement had been that a driver would pick her up and take her to the winning bidder's home.  One last quick look in the mirror satisfied her: clad in a red halter silk dress and black pumps, her hair flowing down to her shoulders, she knew she would make a very good impression.

She ran to the door and was greeted by a black limousine sitting at the curb.  Wow, she thought, who IS this guy?  A driver was holding the door open for her to climb in.   As she stepped in and sat down, she noticed that the seats were made of patent leather, which gave the interior a cozy glow.

After a half hour, she saw that they were pulling up into the driveway of a large mansion.  The limo stopped and the driver opened the door for her to step out.  She walked up to the ornate wooden door and rang the bell.  A man opened the door and greeted her.

"Welcome, Savannah!  You look fabulous!  Please come in.  My name is Francis.  I am very pleased to meet you."

Francis was athletically built, with dark brown hair and a generous smile.  With such a handsome man to spend the evening, she knew it would be a very pleasant time indeed.

"It's nice to meet you, Francis.  What a wonderful place you have!  I'm impressed!" said Savannah.

They were standing in the largest entryway Savannah had ever seen.  Smooth black marble on the floor and high wooden archways made for a regal setting.

"Thanks!  Let me give you a tour of the house." Francis said, taking her hand.

As he was showing her around the mansion, he shedded some light on his identity.

"I inherited this mansion from my parents when they died in a car accident a few years ago.  They also left me more than comfortably off financially.  My father wisely invested in oil wells and made quite a fortune.  I obviously don't have to work anymore, but I do enjoy getting involved in local charities, which is how I came to the auction... and I'm glad I did." he added with a sly smile, which made Savannah blush a bit.  She was starting to develop a crush on this handsome man.

Eventually, they arrived to the master bedroom.

"And this is my bedroom." said Francis.  The room was huge, adorned by an ornate wood carved four poster bed, gorgeous furniture and a view on a beautiful personal garden.

"Wow...  This is amazing!  I've never seen such beautiful room." said Savannah.  She was admiring the view outside when the doorbell rang.

"I'm so sorry, I have to go answer that.  It's my butler's day off, so I am left on my own, so to speak." Francis said with chuckle.  "I'll be right back." he said as he left the room.

Savannah did a walking tour of the room on her own, when she stopped in front of a door she thought was the master bathroom.  She opened the door, expecting of the those lavish bathrooms you see in magazines.  Instead, she was greeted by the largest closet she ever saw.  She found a switchlight and turned it on.  She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Everywhere she looked there were pieces of clothing made of shiny latex!  Catsuits, dresses, hoods, any conceivable piece of clothing she could think of was there.  She had seen these kinds of items before and the sight of it always stirred something deep within her.  She picked up the sleeve of a catsuit; the slippery feel of the latex in her hand sent butterflies in stomach.

"I see you've found my little secret." said Francis.

Savannah jumped at the sound of his voice and dropped what she was holding.

"Oh!  I... um... I'm... I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have..." she stammered, deeply blushing.

"It's perfectly okay, Savannah.  I have... different tastes, shall we say.  I collected these pieces along the years, hoping I might one day find a woman who shared my interests.  I enjoy seeing women dressed in latex.  To me, it's even more beautiful than nudity.  Please don't be embarrassed." explained Francis.

"No, I, it's okay."  Savannah replied.  She let out a breath and chuckled.  "To be perfectly honest, I've always been intrigued by latex and I never had the chance to try it for myself.  So when I saw all this..." she swept her arm, "I couldn't resist touching it.  I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have been snooping.  If you want me to leave, I'll understand."

"I don't want you to leave, Savannah.  In fact, if you like, you can try on some of these pieces." said Francis.

"Oh my... really?  I... I'd love that!" beamed Savannah, stunned by the turn of events.

Francis walked over a large rack and picked out a shiny black catsuit with attached feet and gloves.  He took out a bottle of powder and handed them to Savannah.

"You can try this on and see how you like it." he said with a wry smile.

Savannah went into the dressing area, pulled the curtain and stripped of her clothes.  Her nipples were already erect at the thought of finally being able to wear latex after fantasizing about it for so long.  She rubbed powder all over her body and picked up the catsuit.  Her hands were shaking, she was so excited.  She slipped her feet into the legs of the catsuit.  The cool feeling on her skin gave her goosebumps.  As she pulled the catsuit up to her hips, she could feel herself becoming moist.  She inserted her arms into the sleeves and adjusted the fingers.  She then pulled the rest of the catsuit over her shoulders and neck and zipped herself in with the back zipper.  As she did so, the latex molded itself onto her body.  She let out a small moan at the tightness of the catsuit.  She smoothed any wrinkles out, stepped into her black pumps and took a look at herself in the full-length mirror.

She couldn't believe the gorgeous woman looking back at her was herself.  Every curve was enhanced with the shiny black latex.  Her body looked absolutely perfect.  She ran her hands all over her body, relishing the feeling of wearing a second skin.  She was getting wetter by the second and her nipples looked as though they were trying to poke through the rubber.  She was a vision of pure lust.

"Let's have a look at you!" Francis' voice brought her out of her daydream.

She stepped out of the changing room and faced him.

"What do you think?" Savannah asked, doing a little twirl.

"You are absolutely stunning!"  Francis replied.

He walked around her, taking in the entire picture.  He could feel a bulge starting in his pants.  He ran his hands on her back and turned her to face him.  He leaned in and kissed her.  Savannah took him by the neck and just melted.

"This is having quite the effect on me, you know..." she said, breathlessly.

Francis smiled, turned her around so she was not facing him and retrieved a pair of leather cuffs.

"I also have other interests I would love to share with you, Savannah.  Close your eyes and put your arms behind you."

She did so and, with lightning speed, he placed a cuff on each wrist and locked them together behind her back.  She was surprised at what just happened and tried to bring her arms in front of her.  It was no use.  She pulled and struggled, but the cuffs and lock held her arms securely behind her.  Savannah let out a little moan.

Francis then picked up a leather collar, buckled it around her neck and snapped a small lock on.

"Do you want to continue?" he inquired.

"Oh God, yes!  I'm so turned on, please don't stop!" Savannah pleaded.

He smiled and picked up a few items.  He snapped a leash on her collar and led her to his bed.  By now, the bulge in his pants was clearly visible.  He sat her on the edge of the bed and removed the leash.  He presented a muzzle gag to her and she eagerly opened her mouth to accept it.  He buckled it and locked in place.  He locked leather cuffs on her ankles. He them helped her lie on her stomach and secured her into a hogtie.  She struggled and writhed and loved every moment of it.

He turned her on her side and started running his hands all over her body, rubbing her behind, massaging her breasts, kissing her nipples, rubbing her thighs.  She moaned loudly, writhing in her bonds, trying to make him understand she wanted desperately to go further.

"There's no rush, my dear." Francis replied with a chuckle and playful slap on the butt.

She moaned in frustration, and struggled more strongly.  She was so horny at this point that she just wanted him to take her then and there.  He rose and went back to the closet.  She saw him return with a few black items.  When he laid them on the bed, her pulse quickened.  He had retrieved a latex hood with eye, nostril and mouth openings, a leather armbinder and some rope.

He undid her hogtie and removed her wrist cuffs.  She reached for the bulge in his pants, rubbing and massaging it.  He let out a low moan.

"Not yet, my slave." he said in a husky voice.  The word "slave" sent a thrill through her body.  She was now more wet than she had ever been in her life.  She needed relief so badly.

He turned her around and slipped the armbinder over her latex-clad arms, tightened the laces and buckled the straps around her arms.  He then adjusted and tightened the straps over her shoulders and added a lock on each strap, reminder her how helpless she truly was now.  That feeling of helplessness combined with the tightness of the latex almost drove her over the edge.  She was moaning and wiggling her arms and butt, trying to get some friction on her sweet mound, to get some sort of relief.

Francis then unlocked and removed her gag.  He moved in and kissed her, pressing her body to his, slightly rubbing his hard member on her thigh.  She rubbed back, pressing her mound to him, moaning and whimpering.

"My, you are a horny little slave, aren't you?" Francis said, massaging her breasts.  He reached down and took a latex-covered nipple in his mouth and sucked and flicked his tongue around it, while his fingers rubbed her mound and butt.  Savannah thought she was going to go insane if he did not fuck her right then.  She moaned and grinded her mound onto his agile fingers, trying to cum.  He stopped, eliciting a whimper of utter frustration from Savannah.

"Please don't stop!  I need to cum so badly!" she begged.

"Don't worry, we're not done yet, my sweet." he answered.

He unlocked and removed her collar.  He picked up the latex hood and slipped it over her head, lacing and tightening it, smoothing any wrinkles and aligning every hole.  He placed the leather collar back on her neck and locked it, securing the hood in place.  He picked up the gag and re-locked it over the hood.  He then led her to the foot of the bed and spread her legs, her back to him.

He picked up two lengths of rope and tied her ankles to each bed post, ensuring she couldn't close her legs.  He caressed her butt and reached in front unzip her crotch.  He could smell her wetness and that got him even harder.  He undressed completely and put a condom on his erect member.  He reached his arms around her and massaged her breasts and nipples.  Savannah moaned and whimpered and she felt his hard penis on her backside.  She was solely governed by her lust at this point and all she could think of was how much she wanted him to feel him inside her.

He aligned the tip of his penis at the entrance of her wet pussy and rubbed it along its length, driving her absolutely mad.  She bucked, trying to impale herself on his member.  He took a hold of her hips and slowly entered her.  She let out a cry and a sigh muffled by her gag.  He started going in and out of her slowly, build up speed with every thrust.  She tried to move in sync with him as much as the ropes holding her captive the bed posts would allow.  He pumped in and out of her at a steady pace, pressing her hips to his.  She panted and moaned in pure pleasure as she felt her orgasm approaching fast.

He continued pumping inside her; when she felt him getting harder, she knew he was close to cumming.  It was then her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave.  She bucked and screamed in her gag, her body writhing and shaking as she came harder and longer than she ever thought she could.  Francis could hold on no longer and came at the same time, pumping even harder.  He came, grunting and moaning, grasping her hips tightly, thrusting until both were done.

He slipped out of her and reached down to untie her ankles from the bed posts.  She collapsed face down, panting.  He picked her up and laid her on her back on the bed.  He removed the condom and lay down next to her, he unlocked and removed her gag.  He kissed deeply her for a long time.

"I've never experienced anything like what you showed me tonight, Francis."  Savannah said. "I loved every minute of it."

"You are the sexiest woman I know, Savannah.  I wish I could keep you like this forever." Francis replied.

"Who said you have to let me go?  After all, it's not like I can run away all trussed up like this." she cooed.

Francis laughed at that and kissed her.  He picked up the muzzle gag, bucked and locked it in place and said: "Right you are!  Many more pleasures await you tonight, my slave.  I have much to show you..."

Savannah sighed with contentment and thought, "I never knew charity work could be so satisfying..." as Francis went to the closet to retrieve more toys that he would introduce to her...

23.07.07