First Collection

Steve sat on the edge of the bed with his phone in his hand and the house completely quiet around him. Sugar had left twenty minutes earlier.

She had kissed him on the cheek, telling him she would be back later, and walked out the door wearing a simple black dress that came off easily, just as Rufus had instructed. Steve had not been able to say much. The words stayed stuck in his throat.

He tried to watch television, to eat something… …but nothing held his attention. His mind kept racing with the thoughts, of what Rufus might do with Sugar. His dick twitched, very excited with the thoughts of another man using his wife.

At nine forty his phone buzzed, with a video message from an unknown number. Steve’s thumb hovered over it for several seconds before he pressed play.

The screen lit up with a sparking lit room, decorated with soft red lights. A small raised stage with a chrome pole in the centre… …while everal people sat in chairs around the edge of the space, men and women, all watching in silence.

In the middle of the stage stood Sugar. She was already down to her underwear. Her black dress lay on the floor near the steps.

Rufus’s voice came through the phone, calm and clear. “Dance for them, my slut.”

Sugar’s looked toward the camera for a brief second, as if she knew Steve would be watching, then she stepped up to the pole. Her hands wrapped around the cool metal. She moved slowly at first, awkward and embarrassed, turning her body in a circle while the people in the chairs watched without speaking.

Rufus stood just off the stage, arms folded, observing her the same way he had observed Steve in the office. “Faster, slut” he said. “And take the rest off.”

Sugar’s hands shook as she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra as she let it fall, a low murmur moved through the small audience.

She hooked her fingers into the sides of her panties and pushed them down her legs, stepping out of them carefully. Now she was completely naked under the red lights, holding the pole for balance.

Steve’s breathing grew shallow as he watched. His free hand clenched into a fist on his thigh.

On the screen Rufus stepped closer to the stage. “You will dance properly, or I will have someone come up there and help you. Choose.”

Sugar began to move again. This time she put more effort into it, sliding her body against the pole, turning, bending, trying to follow the rhythm of the low music that played in the background. Her breasts swayed with the motion. Her face burned with visible shame, but she kept going.

Rufus let her continue for a few minutes before he spoke again. “Some of you may touch. Hands only. Nothing more for now.”

Two of the men stood and walked up onto the stage. One was older, broad shouldered. The other was younger and lean. They approached Sugar without speaking. The older man reached out first and cupped both of her breasts, squeezing them openly while she still held the pole. The younger man moved behind her and ran his hands over her hips and the curve of her ass, then slid one hand between her thighs from behind.

Sugar’s body jerked at the contact. A small, moan left her mouth. The men continued touching her while she tried to keep moving against the pole.

Fingers pinched her nipples, a hand rubbed slowly between her legs, spreading the wetness that was already there. Rufus watched from the side with calm interest, the phone still recording everything.

“She is already wet,” the older man mocked.

Rufus nodded smirking. “She is a slut, who love men touching her lewdly.”

The younger man’s fingers pushed inside her hole. Sugar’s knees nearly buckled. She clung to the pole harder as the two men worked her body in full view of the remaining audience. One pair of hands on her breasts, another between her legs, fingers moving in and out of her while she stood naked under the red lights.

Rufus stepped onto the stage and took over. He pulled Sugar’s back against his chest, one arm locked around her waist, and reached down between her legs himself. His fingers replaced the other man’s. He rubbed her clit in tight, steady circles while the two men started sucking her boobs hungrily.

“Your husband is watching this right now,” Rufus said close to her ear, loud enough for the phone to catch every word. “He is sitting at home seeing strangers put their hands on his wife. He is seeing how wet you get for it.”

Sugar’s head fell back against his shoulder. Her moans grew louder and less controlled. Her hips moved against Rufus’s hand even as tears of shame gathered in her eyes. The two men kept their hands on her, squeezing and sucking her boobs, while Rufus worked her clit without mercy.

“Tell them who you belong to tonight,” Rufus ordered.

Sugar’s voice came out broken. “I belong to Master Rufus tonight.”

“Louder. So your husband can hear it clearly.”

“I belong to Master Rufus.” She cried out, her voice cracking as her legs started to shake hard.

Rufus increased the pressure. He rubbed her faster, forcing the orgasm out of her while the men sucked her and the small audience watched in silence.

Sugar came with a loud, helpless cry that filled the room and poured through Steve’s phone speaker. Her thighs trembled violently. Her hands slipped on the pole. Rufus kept his fingers on her through every wave, making her ride it out completely while strangers’ hands were still on her body.

When the last tremor passed, Sugar sagged against him, breathing in broken gasps. Rufus turned her face toward the camera.

“Look at the phone,” he told her. “Let your husband see your face after you finish for other men.”

Sugar’s eyes were glassy and wet. She looked directly into the lens for a long second, cheeks burning, lips parted, before Rufus released her.

“That is enough for tonight,” he said to the room. “Everyone out.”

The people left quietly. The camera stayed on Sugar for a moment longer as she stood naked and shaking on the stage. Then Rufus picked up the phone and spoke into it.

“She will be home in two hours. She will not clean up before she returns to you. I want you to see and taste everything. Tomorrow we discuss the next payment.”