Hide and Seek (Part 6 of 9)

Part 6

Roxy disappeared for a few moments as Tara
gathered her things and helped clean up.  When
she reappeared she was carrying another of the
now routine manila folders.  The two women
hugged and kissed each other one last time as
Tara stood outside waiting the coming phone
call.

"Fantastic young lady - just marvelous.  How
was your first time with a woman?"

Tara didn't lie, "It is exciting.  I'm not sure
I'd do it again without being made to, but I
can't deny that it was fun."

"Fine, fine.  Now, down to business.  Your next
clue is 'ocean'."

"Ocean?  Ocean.
landmark....west....California.....Oklahoma....
wow, this is hard....give me a minute I'm
thinking."

"Answer quickly now - either you know it or you
don't."

"Is it a ship?"

The computerized voice shot back sharply, "You
should know better by now.  I have already told
you, no hints.  I will still let you take a
guess this round, but you will still have to be
punished. That extra question will cost you
your bra or panties for the remainder of the
game."

"Wait . . . wait . . . . A ship was my guess.
You know like the USS Alabama or the USS
Oklahoma," Tara stammered back in exasperation.

"I see.  Well in the future you must be more
specific with your answers.  A ship is like
saying a monument.  It is too general to be
commented on.  Even so, for your carelessness,
I must count your answer wrong without comment
and as a reminder to be more careful and
precise in the future, I must still require
either your bra or panties for the remainder of
our game.  Its your
call."

"My god, you are a tough one....I guess I'll
give up my panties."

The voice instructed Tara to hand the phone to
Roxy.  After a brief conversation, Roxy handed
the phone back to its owner.  Roxanne then
reached under Tara's small skirt, grabbed hold
of her panties and slid them to the ground.
Tara stepped out of the small garment and Roxy
collected
her intimate wear.


"Ok, they're and Roxy has them," Tara proclaim
into her handset.

"Great, now for this next task, I need to tell
you one rule.  Any question that you are asked
that can be answered with and 'yes' or 'no,'
you must answer with the 'yes,' unless to do so
would be a lie. Clear?"

"Yes I think so."

"Good, now you may obey commands and
suggestions at your discretion, but all 'yes'
or 'no' questions must be 'yes'.  Good luck and
we will talk again soon."

The cool, blustery air flipped the back of Tara
micro-mini skirt up and exposed he bare bottom
twice on the walk to the car.  Maintaining any
semblance of modesty was going to be
impossible.

At the car she found more directions.  Her
second task for the day took her back to the
north end of town.  Tara had stayed at Roxy's
until the early afternoon.  The long drive
coupled with heavy afternoon traffic meant that
Tara didn't arrive until the workday was over.

The old two-story brick farmhouse was one of
the few homes in that part of town that had
survived the urban sprawl and held on to a
couple of acres.  It made the home seemed
secluded in the otherwise crowded developments
common to large cities.

Other than the one command, Tara had not been
given direction concerning her purpose at this
home either.  She assumed it was the same here
as at the other stops.  Just do what she was
told and try to survive.  What was troubling
Tara the most in this whole ordeal was that she
was doing more than survive, she was thriving.
With each escalation and new experience her
excitement grew and her climaxes reached new
thresholds.  She was beginning to wonder where
her breaking point was.  What would it take to
make her shudder in terror?  She had not found
it yet.

A neatly dressed, rugged professional man
opened the door and greeted Tara. "You Tara?"
She nodded.

"I am Victor. Come on in."  Victor was an
impressive looking man who possessed dominating
personae.  In his late-40's, he still
maintained all of his youthful appeal. His
strong muscular build was the envy of men half
his age.  Specks of gray had begun to lighten
the dark mane his Italian heritage had given
him at birth.  It only added to his refinement
and mystery.

His strong hand wrapped around Tara's narrow
shoulders as he ushered her into his home.  She
followed close behind and he directed her steps
into the kitchen area.

"Here is everything that is needed for the
night," Victor pointed to the assortment of
light snacks lined up along his granite
counter-tops.   "In the last cabinet to your
right, you will find all the trays and plates
you will need to serve on tonight.  Beer is in
the fridge and the wine and the liquor is in
the basement.  Looks like we got about two
hours till the party starts.  Do you have any
questions?"

This was a question that truly needed a 'yes.'
Tara probed, "How many people are you
expecting?"

"Let's see....myself, Jake, Richard, and
Calvin...yep, that's it...should just be the 4 of
us."

Tara continued, "Where to you want me to
setup?"

"Come on I'll show you."  Tara followed her
host through the kitchen and down to a large
entertainment room just off of the diving room.
The green felt of the octagonal table in the
center of the room made the plans for the
evening fall into place.  Tara was going to be
the waitress at Victor's poker night.  There
was nothing too harmful about that.  She would
have to endure a few crude comments, and the
occasional improper "accidental" contact from
one of the
players.  But if she could keep her skirt from
flying up and revealing her nudity and
hopefully keep the questions directed at her to
a minimum, this task might be ok.

Victor's brief tour of the poker room came to
an end,  "You're here till midnight, right?"

Obediently, Tara answered, 'Yes, sir."

For the next couple of hours, Tara worked in
the kitchen filling deli trays and icing down
beers. The door rang the expected three times
over that span.  Just before seven, Victor
stuck his head into the kitchen, "Gang's here,
sweetie."

Tara loaded both arms with trays and made her
first appearance.

"Holy crap, Vic.  What's going on man?" came
Calvin's response to Tara.

"Buddies, I just thought we could a little help
in keeping ourselves fed and hydrated tonight."

"Shit man.  That's great. But look at her man,
damn," Jake added to the chatter.

"Well guys, what's it hurt if our server is a
dish herself."  Victor winked in Tara's
direction.

Tara placed the trays on the buffet along the
far wall of the room.  She could feel 8 longing
eyes crawling up her legs and trying to peer
underneath her short seam of her mini-skirt.
The absence of her panties was haunting her
now.  She moved in controlled steps, always
mindful of keeping the bounce of her hips to a
minimum.

Her next task was to take drink orders.  As she
stopped at each man, she took the chance to
size up her customers for the night.  Each one
of the men could have been Victor.  They were
four interchangeable parts, but they were four
handsome parts.  These men were used to being
in charge of their worlds.   Tara was awash in
a sea of testosterone and charisma.  These men
were all young enough to be primed sexual and
mature enough to understand seduction.  Tara
struggled to focus on their orders as the warm
air of the room tickled the moisture forming on
her exposed pussy.

The night began easily for Tara.  The men were
complete gentleman with her.  She caught an
occasional glance probing through the keyhole
front of her tank or a wandering eye seeking
the secrets barely concealed under her skirt.
But she never got more than a charming smile,
or playful wink as an advance on her.

However after the dealer's button had traveled
around the table several times and each man had
downed a couple of drinks, the room loosened up
and the men's attention fixated on their
server.  Tara began to have hands cover hers as
empty glasses and bottles were cleared from the
table.  Hands rested on her shoulders and lower
back when she moved between the players.  Each
time she playfully smacked the advances away.
She hoped the mild rebukes were enough to keep
the men in check - at least that what she had
to keep telling herself.

It was only 9:00 PM.  Tara's face was already
flush.  She had been exerting herself in
keeping the drinks and food coming, but not
that much.  The room was warm, but not that
warm.  The heat along her neck and cheeks was
coming from within.  The pressure of her
nipples against the taut garment covering her
chest and the moist heat growing between her
legs confirmed what her mind refused to
acknowledge.  She wanted to get ravaged by
these men.  She wanted to feel the intensity of
their lusts driving in and out her for the rest
of the night.

Something had awakened in the conservative
bride.  Before the last two days, her sexual
life with Wayne had been satisfying.  The
couple enjoyed each other's bodies and talents.
But she had never thought anything like the
past 48-hours possible.  Literally hundreds of
men had lusted and masturbated over her naked
body.  She had found ecstasy in the arms of a
beautiful woman.  Now her body craved the
attention of these four men.

Still her reserved upbringing kept Tara in
denial of those urges.  Her careful movements
to conceal her precious body never wavered.
And that may had been enough if the men had not
begun to question their conflicted waitress.

Calvin started the process of her entrapment,
"Tara, can I ask you a personal question?"

She had to answer yes.

"Are you married?"

The truthful answer was 'yes.'

"Babe, I hope your husband won't mind that I
think you are simply a stunning woman."

Tara blushed more than she expected, "Well,
thank you, Calvin."

Her genuine response to his praise unsettled
the meek young woman more than she was
comfortable with.  Tara shuffled around and
attempted to resume clearing the table for
another round of food and drinks.  The
chemically inspired man was not quite done
talking.

"You are so beautiful and that tiny outfit just
makes you look delicious.  Can I give you a
little kiss on the cheek?"

Tara knew what her answer had to be.  But this
clearly the first question down a dangerous
path.  So tried to play it off as a small thing
then determined to head to the kitchen and hide
for a few minutes to let the room settle down
as soon as it was over.

"Ok Calvin, since your such a darling man, you
can give me a little peck on the cheek. But no
funny stuff, ok?"

Calvin rose swiftly from his chair, "You can
trust me little lady."  His imposing dark frame
bent down to reach Tara's offered cheek.  His
kiss was a light and innocent caress just below
Tara's right cheekbone.  He had kept his
promise.  Tara wavered on hers.

The strong, but tender presence of his lips
against her face spread warmth across her face.
The sensations sped stimulation to each of her
enflamed erogenous zones.  The conflicted bride
held her face frozen in place for long seconds
after Calvin stood erect again.  Her left hand
shakily landed on the smooth felt of the gaming
table to steady her trembling legs.

If she had left as planned, she might have
escaped and next question.  Calvin placed a
firm hand on each of her shoulders so they
faced each other.  His eyes peered deeply into
Tara's dilated dark pupils.  "That was
wonderful, Tara.  I'd love for you to kiss me
back.   Would you please honor me with a small
kiss in return?"

Tara would have said yes anyway.  The conflict
in her mind was all but over.  She wanted to be
possessed by this man.  The rules of her tasks
only helped to provide her the excuse to fall
deeper into his spell.  "Yes, I'd love to give
you a kiss."

Their lips met this time.  Tara's lips eagerly
parted to make way for his probing tongue.
With Roxy, she had needed coaxing and
encouragement, but her resistance crumbled
under the presence of this man.  As the couple
wetted each other's lips and chins in the
passionate embrace, Calvin's hand ran along the
tampered area of Tara's lower back.  He could
have gone lower.  She wouldn't have thought to
stop him.  But he was too much of a gentleman.

Calvin's polite seduction of the younger woman
continued much to the delight of the remaining
men.  Victor quietly began clearing the table
of the cards and chips.  He knew where this was
heading.  Calvin never commanded anything of
Tara. He just kept asking her permission.  Tara
was helpless.

"May I?" the muscular, African man inquired as
his fingers ran along the bottom of Tara's top.

"Yes, you may, Calvin."

His strong fingers slid beneath the snug top
and pressed the garment toward Tara's
shoulders.  Her nipples resisted as the satin
pushed passed their perch on the shelf of her
bra.  But the stiffened buds lost the struggle
and tender flesh sprang free.  Calvin threw the
halter-top on to the green table.  Three
remaining men flanked Tara.  Victor stood
offset behind Calvin's right shoulder.  Jake
and Richard stood to Tara's sides.

"Wow, gorgeous.  Absolutely gorgeous."
Calvin's hands returned to her shoulders.  He
applied gently pressure to the straps on Tara's
shoulders.

"May I?"  The answer was understood.  The
elastic bands fell harmlessly to the tops of
Tara's arms.  Calvin reached around and
skillfully removed the clasp.  Tara's bra
joined her top on the table.

One last "may I" and the task was complete.
Calvin opened the short skirt and finished
exposing Tara.

The pile of clothing on the table grew even
more. Shirt and pants and belts and finally
briefs and boxers cascaded onto the table.  In
seconds, Tara was lost in a sea of flesh.  The
small woman found herself engulfed in
masculinity.  Four rigid cocks pointed at the
singular prey.

Calvin was in the prime position and acted
first.  His potent arms lifted Tara off her
feet.  He easily held her small frame in the
air with one arm.  Tara's wrapped her arms
around his shoulders.

His free hand directed the head of his cock to
the slit hovering just above it.  His arm
slightly lowered Tara until the two bodies met.
Calvin ran his head along the sensitive lips of
her pussy.  His touch found all the permission
he needed in the slick skin he found.  The
tension in his arm lessened again and allowed
the captive woman to slide onto the full length
of his 8" shaft.

Tara landed hard at the base of his manhood.
"unhhhhhh...I'm so full baby."

Calvin laid Tara onto the table.  It was a
perfect height and positioned her cunt just
where the determined man could hammer it.
Calvin began with a long slow tempo to allow
Tara to accept his presence.  As he felt the
lubrication spread evenly along the walls of
her vagina his tempo quickened.  The two bodies
began impacting against each other with harsh,
dramatic collisions.

"Oh fuck, baby.  I love your pussy.....oh
hell...how did your man let you out of his
sight...." Calvin was struggling to keep his
control in Tara's receptive body.  His tempo
slowed.

The respite gave the three onlookers a chance
to get involved.  Six hands tore into the
clothing pile and cleared the green felt.
Victor climbed on top of the flat surface and
positioned his erection just inches above
Tara's upturned mouth.  Jake took her right
side and Richard her left.  Tara understood the
message.

She had never serviced more than one cock
before.  But she welcomed the erotic challenge.
Her two hands wrapped around the two shafts at
her side.  Victor pressed his penis down as
Tara arched her neck to roll her head backward.
The angle gave Richard's dick a clear path into
her fullness of her mouth.  It was not yet
10:00 PM and Tara was surrounded and filled by
men.  She had a full two hours ahead of her.

Calvin set the tempo for the group.  On every
thrust inward his sizable body pushed the small
bride toward the opposite end of the table.
The movement forced Richard's cock down the
warm tunnel of Tara's mouth.  As he withdrew,
he pulled her small frame back to the edge of
the felt in front of his thighs. Tara's hands
just automatically kept in time with Calvin's
circuits.  Her large soft breasts bounced like
the arm on a metronome keeping the whole group
in harmony

The illicit display and wonderful friction
inside of Tara's body send Calvin over the edge
first.  He pulled his jet-black cock out and
took aim at the creamy white tits beneath him.
His first blast overshot the mark and splash
against the bottom of Tara's chin.  The
remaining eruptions coated Tara's chest with
Calvin's seed.

"Hell yeah, Cal...Hell yeah....spray 'er good boy."
Richard shouted.  The men's cheers lasted only
as long as Calvin's orgasm. There was an empty
pussy available.  Victor claimed the prize.  "I
got her next, boys."

Victor scampered to entrance of Tara's pussy.
A quick thrust impaled her fully on his cock.
Calvin inserted himself back into the ring at
Tara's mouth.  Remnants of his ivory cream
still coated his dark member.  "Clean me off,
baby."  Tara's tongue licked around the fat
penis dangling before her eyes.  Her movements
were erratic around and up his shaft as
Victor's presence announced itself with a jolt
every other second.

Jake straddled Tara's chest when her mouth was
finished attending to Cal.  His upturned cock
was already glistening from the pre-cum Tara's
hand had squeezed from his body.   He wanted
more.  "Spit on it and get me wet."  It was no
question and the frenzied woman no longer
cared.  Her free hand lowered the bouncing head
in to position and she expelled a mouthful of
saliva as commanded.  Jake rubbed the lubricant
all over his cock and balls.

Two masculine hands pressed Tara's impressive
breasts together and created a fleshly tunnel
eager for a cock.

"Please...please, Jake fuck those titties.
Fuck me good ....shoot your cum on my titties."

The slick penis slid in effortlessly and
nestled between her willing mounds.  Victor's
frantic humping meant that Jake could just
enjoy the ride.  Tara's body advanced and
retreated with each of Victor's purposefully
movements.  Each time Victor slammed his balls
against her pelvis, Jake's cock slid down and
away from her tits.  With each withdrawal,
Victor pulled Tara back toward himself and
forced Jake's cock swiftly through the deep
canyon surrounding his manhood.

"Oh god...your tits are......."  Jake couldn't
finish the sentence.  His penis sprang out from
the slick cavity and its upward curve sent shot
of his seed wildly into the air.  The reached
it zenith even with the manly chest looking
down on the trapped wife.  The downward portion
of the path brought the fountain of semen
splashing back down across Tara's lips, chin
and shoulders.

Victor's turn followed in quick succession.  He
rudely shoved Jake from off of his perch.  He
took up position above Tara's hips and provided
the last moments of needed stimulation with his
own hands.  His orgasm added to the sticky mess
covering Tara's torso and face.  The first jet
sprayed over her chest and soiled her long mane
wildly spread beneath her alluring face.
Another stream fell just short of that distance
and landed across the bridge of her nose and
sprinkled her right eye with cum.  Victor's
orgasm waned and the last contractions puddled
beneath her breasts and ran down to her
stomach.

The sight proved too much for the reserved
Richard.  Tara's hand had been unrelentingly
working his long thin penis.  Tara was showered
with another series of blasts that threatened
to drown his ecstatic woman in seed.

The animal in Tara was in full control, "Come
boys, that was great, but I'm here for another
hour.  Which one of you studs is ready for
more?"

The men who were closer to 50 than 30, needed a
few minutes.  Tara teasingly laughed at the
spent mature men.  But her heat was very real.
So she lay on the table and massaged her own
pussy both trying to achieve her craved orgasm
and to entice the men for another round.
Tara's fingers found the tender location of her
clit and went to work.

"Oh boys, my clit is throbbing. I want a thick
hard cock right here . . . . Someone fuck
meeee!!!"

Tara came as she commanded the men to return.
One by one they did.  First Jake and then
Richard forced their semi-rigid cocks back into
the tender passage.  They had missed that treat
in the first round and were eager to experience
the tight young pussy opened before them.
Tara's passion was complete.  She climaxed on
each of the cocks.  Victor and Calvin managed a
short go with their lust-filled prey just
before the clock struck midnight.

Tara had lost count of her orgasms in the last
few hours.  The night had changed her.
Whatever conservative and innocent shreds of
her personae remained would be powerless to
hold back tide of her lusts ever again.

The disheveled woman stood in the cool dark
night carrying her high-heeled shoes in her
left hand.  In her right hand she held another
sealed manila envelope.  Her phone rang.

"You continue to impress my love.  You
certainly have had a busy day.  Go home and get
some rest.  We'll talk in the morning."

The dazed bride robotically guided her car
home.  There was no moral conflict to steal her
sleep that night.  The sound of her own voice
calling out for Roxy and four strange men to
molest her was irrefutable evidence that she
craved being used sexually.  There was nothing
to worry over that night.  All that was left to
do that night was sleep.