Blind Date

Blind Date 9

       Simone kept her eyes glued on the outfit she was to put on as she quickly washed her groin with a wash cloth and soapy water.  She had never seen the outfit before and guessed Devon had run out during the day and picked it up.

       She gave herself two sprays of her favorite perfume and headed for her bed.  She checked the clock and notice she had six minutes left.  She hoped that gave her enough time to figure out how to put the outfit on and get down stairs.

       She picked up the outfit and held it up.  Looking at it, there wasn’t much material to hold up.  Simone guessed that it was a full body stocking.  Working quickly, Simone stepped into the legs of the black material.  As she pulled the material up her legs, she realized that the outfit was a fishnet body stocking.

       The material dug into her thighs and her ass as she worked to pull the material up her arms and over her shoulders.  Once she got the material over both her shoulders and she stood up she realized two things.  The outfits criss crossing material was not made for someone with boobs the size of hers.  The flesh of her tits poked through the open spaces between the material of the outfit.

       The second thing that Simone notice was that the crotch of the outfit had a slit.  The edges of the slits ran on the outside of her pussy lips and caused her lips to be pulled apart.  Simone felt like she was spread wide open.

       Simone was thinking of what to do, when she noticed she only had one minute before she was expected in the kitchen.  She quickly slipped her feet into the obscenely tall high heels and rushed her way to the kitchen.

       As she rushed down the hallway, she found the body stocking did something that she hadn’t expected.  The movement of her legs caused the material in her groin to grasp her pussy lips and move them back and forth against her sensitive clit.  She was nearly panting with desire when she stepped into the kitchen.

       Devon was sitting in the same chair he had been when Simone left the room.  He again was drinking a beer, but he had placed a plastic bag on the kitchen counter.  He sat back and studied Simone as she stood in front of him.

       His cock was hard almost immediately at the sight of Simone.  The body stocking covered her from her toes all the way up to her neck and down her arms to her wrists.  The suit was too small for Simone, by his design.  Her tits and ass bulged against the fishnet material covering them.  Her pussy lips were pulled apart slightly, allowing him to see her swollen clit.

       “I can’t wear this out,” Simone complained.

       “Shut up Slut.  You’ll wear what I tell you to wear.”  Devon reached into the plastic bag and produced a pair of stainless steel handcuffs.  He moved quickly and cuffed her hands behind her back, causing her breasts to strain against the body stocking even more.

       Before she could protest, Devon pulled a cock gag out of the plastic bag and roughly shoved it between her teeth and deep into her throat.  He quickly secured the gag behind her head as she struggled to remove the gag from its place in her mouth.

       With her gagged and cuffed, Devon spun Simone around and shoved her face down onto the top of her kitchen table.  Simone howled into her gag from the pain of having her tits smashed on the table top, and the strain of the material digging into her crotch.

       Simone squirmed on the table as Devon dug into the plastic bag, which he had moved out of her eyesight.  She stopped struggling and her eyes nearly bulged out of her head when she felt a cool liquid drop directly on her asshole.  Before she knew what was happening, Devon shoved a finger deep into her asshole.

       After a minute of fingering and lubing her backdoor, Devon dug into his plastic bag once again.  She was confused by the sounds of chains moving in the bag.  She was still trying to figure out what it toy was, when she felt something hard press against her asshole.

       She screamed as the buttplug was slowly worked into her ass.  She felt like she was going to be ripped in two just before the plug seated itself deep in her ass.  She then was quickly pulled to her feet.

       She looked at Devon who held a stainless steel chain in his hand.  Simone followed the five foot chain from his hand until it disappeared in her crotch.  Then she felt the pull on the plug buried in her ass and knew that she was going to be led around by her buttplug.

       “We have a date with a friend and I don’t want to be late.”  He tucked on her chain and headed for the door that led to her garage.

       Simone tried to struggle against the pull of the chain, but it was of no use.  The buttplug was seated firmly in her tight asshole.  Her struggling only caused her more pain, so she did her best to keep up with Devon.

       She was scared and didn’t want to go out on a date in this condition, let alone meet someone else.  Her anxiety nearly went through the roof when she was roughly shoved into the passenger seat of Devon’s car that was now parked in her garage. 

       She struggled in the seat as Devon fastened her seat belt and slammed the door shut.  In the sitting position, the fishnet material spread her dripping wet pussy obscenely wide.  She could feel the cool air on her clit and caused in to ache with desire to be touched.  The buttplug in her ass was shoved even farther up her ass and she tried to reposition herself to relieve some of the pressure.

       Devon jumped into the car and quickly pulled the car out onto the street.  The day still had some light left, and Simone quickly started to fear being seen.  She attempted to drop lower in the passenger seat.

       “Slut, sit up,” Devon said and slapped her hard on her tits.  “I have darkly tinted windows.  No one can see into the car.”

       Simone did as she was told.  She was then ordered to spread her legs.  They rode in silence as Devon drove and played with Simone’s clit and plunged his finger deep into her pussy.  Simone was soon panting.

       “Don’t you dare cum, Slut.  I’ve already allowed you to cum once today.  Not again.”

       Twenty minutes later, Devon pulled his car into the driveway of a large brick house.  Unbeknownst to Simone, Devon had been in contact with her internet bondage friend all afternoon.  Devon had played the role of Simone and had set up this meeting.

       He pulled the car to a stop and got out of the car.  He looked around and was unable to see a neighboring house.  He opened Simone’s door and pulled her out of the car by the chain that was attached to her buttplug.

       Simone had no idea what was waiting for her in the large house, but she was in a hurry to get inside before someone drove by and saw her dressed as she was.  Despite her desire to rush inside the house, she was held back by the plug jammed in her ass.  It seemed the faster she walked towards the front door the slower Devon walked pulling back on the chain attached to her buttplug.

       Finally, after what seemed an hour, they reached the solid wood front door.  There was an envelope taped to the middle of the door.  Devon opened the envelope and read the note that read, The door is unlocked, I’m in the living room waiting for you.

       Devon smiled and pushed his way into the house while pulling Simone along by the chain.  The interior of the house was dark, lit only with numerous candles.  He followed the hallway until they reached a room that glowed with candle light.

       Devon was the first to step into the room, before pulling Simone into the room.  Both their eyes nearly bulged out of their heads.  The woman who Simone had been communicating with over the internet was a local celebrity.  Devon knew this was going to be fun.