A special nerd party

Mark’s phone buzzed in the quiet of their kitchen. A message from Trevor:

“Come to my place tonight. Dress her in formal black, high-end escort style. She may wear her eye mask. Under the dress: stockings, suspenders, and slutty underwear. I have plans.”

Mark swallowed. He looked at Emma, who simply nodded. Neither spoke; neither hesitated.

Later that evening, Emma emerged from the bedroom like a vision of conflicted desire. The black dress was expensive, she had previously bought it for a cocktail party, it hugged her hourglass figure, the slit brushing against the tops of her long legs. Black stockings, suspenders, the underwear underneath was also black but was more string than fabric, the G-string garrotted her and the tiny bra offered no support. The eye mask hid her identity but did nothing to conceal her racing heart.

“Are you ready?” Mark asked quietly, his own cock pressing against his jeans.

Emma swallowed hard. “I… I suppose.” Her voice was tight, tense, a mixture of dread and anticipation.

Trevor’s house loomed large, quiet in the evening, but the lights behind the curtains promised company. The front door opened before Mark could knock, as if Trevor had been waiting. He led them inside casually, grinning.

"Put this on" he ordered and handed over a small black chocker with a silver ring at the front, Emma did as she was told and felt the constraint against her neck.

An evil smile spread across Trevor's face “Emma,” he said smoothly, producing a leash clipped to the silver ring of her choker. “Crawl.”

She hesitated. Then, in a quiet tremor of embarrassment and excitement, she lowered herself to all fours.

In the living room, eight men lounged across mismatched furniture. Their t-shirts, were a mix of stained Star Wars, Dungeons & Dragons, and other geeky prints, were stretched over middling and soft torsos. The smell of unwashed bodies hit Emma immediately. Her stomach twisted. The room was thick with BO, sweat, and musk. Her pulse raced with a mix of arousal and revulsion.

She was lead through and felt the stick carpet under her fingers, Mark was behind her, his head bowed.

The leash tugged slightly, asserting his control. She could feel every eye on her eight men staring at a attractive well dressed woman crawling in their living room. Her cheeks burned scarlet.

“Show them what you’ve got,” Trevor commanded. releasing the leash and allowing her to stand.

Emma began her strip tease. Slowly, meticulously, she slid the dress down her shoulders, letting it pool at her waist. Her hands clutched the fabric as though trying to preserve her dignity. The bra barely concealed anything, her pink hard nipples pushing through the almost non-exciting fabric.

The men whispered and shifted, aroused, a particularly chubby one was openly rubbing his cock through his shorts, his eyes fixed on her breasts.

She kept her head low, unable to look at them directly, gagging on the embarrassment but strangely wet.

Mark watched from the corner, phone in hand, recording every moment. He could feel his own desire building, none of the men were interested in him, apart from Trevor, he reviled in the obvious discomfort that Mark was feeling.

"More we want more, you slut" called Trevor and Emma responded, the dress fell to the ground and she was exposed, the tiny thong cut between her pussy lips, she swayed her hips and allowed her breasts to free themself, the men could see almost everything and Emma felt shame.

Even almost naked Emma could feel the head from the men and smell them, the fat one had pulled out his stubby cock and she could see white pre-cum foam at its tip, she swallowed and caught Trevor's eye, he reached behind a chair and produced a thing that made Emma stop her dance.

The dildo was a large, alien-like tentacle shape, with ridges and curves that looked utterly inhuman. Emma froze, horror and revulsion hitting her full ****. Her stomach knotted.

“You will use it,” Trevor said bluntly and threw it to her stockinged feet.

Her breathing hitched as she hesitated, she leaned over and picked it up, the room was silent other that the asthmatic wheezing of the men watching, her fingers brushing the slick surface. The smell of the room, the eyes on her, the shame every part of her screamed against it. But something deeper, darker, urged her forward.

Emma sat on the sticky carpet and opened her legs, the G-string did nothing to protect her modesty and her pussy was fully exposed, all eyes in the room were on her and she took it.

Slowly, clumsily at first, inserting it. Her body shivered, a loud gasp tearing from her throat. The tentacle-like dildo felt grotesque and massive inside her, alien and almost impossible to reconcile with pleasure, she felt stretched and the rubber suckers on the sides felt un-natural. The men continued to watch, all 8 of them had their cocks in their hands rubbing themselves openly, oblivious to her mortification.

Then, against all her shame, she began to move it, guided by her own fingers and the **** need for release. She couldn’t hide it, her moans were loud, uncontrolled, each thrust into the alien dildo marking her humiliation. Her eyes squeezed shut behind the mask, and yet she couldn’t stop. Her body was betraying her, shuddering violently as the orgasm tore through her, uncontrolled and public.

Mark’s eyes never left her; he filmed everything, his own arousal evident, a damp stain forming on the front of his jeans. He wanted to intervene, wanted to protect her but she had chosen this.

Emma felt the liquid hit her before she knew what it was, the fat star-wars fan had stood up and ejaculated over her shaven tormented pussy, then another of the goons, then another, another wave of perverted pleasure washed over Emma.

When the climax passed, she collapsed briefly, panting and trembling. Trevor stepped forward. “Good girl,” he said, almost casually. “Now, one more thing.”

Emma stood pulling out the dripping tentacle dildo from her overly stretched pussy with a audible pop, liquid flowed from her own squirt but she could feel no more shame, she stood on shaking legs and walked over the greasy bastard to the side, he pointed down and she knew what he wanted.

Emma went to her knees in front of him, she could smell his cock through the matted material of his shorts and pulled them down revealing a short stubby member that was already leaking.

She took his cock into her mouth, obeying silently, swallowing down her lingering shame along with every thrust. Mark recorded silently, captivated. It didn't take long and Trevor made sure that he kept his cock in her mouth watching her eyes widened when his rancid cum hit the back of her mouth, Emma's eyes filled with tears and she swallowed, make-up ran down her face, but she wanted more.

Minutes later, it was over. Trevor smirked and left them to go home. Emma and Mark stumbled out the door together, she was still wet from the men, her breasts were exposed the thin fabric did nothing to hide her overly stretched pussy, Mark carried her expensive dress, he had seen some of the men clean their cocks on it and the fabric stank. the cool night air washing over them as they walked home.

Once home, Mark eagerly played back the recording on the television in high-definition. Emma’s face flushed scarlet as she watched herself, crawling, stripped, using the alien dildo. The humiliation mixed with lust made her bite her lip, trembling. The men ejaculating on her and then her mouth being used by Trevor.

She turned to Mark, his eyes were pleading for release, she was cold and wet from the men's fluid, her make-up was smeared and her hair sticky, she pulled his jeans down and he cock sprang free, she grasping him, and hissed "You liked that, didn't you, you liked me being humiliated by those men, acting like a slut"

Mark nodded and she grabbed him by the balls squeezing hard, "Why didn't you stop them, why didn't you stop me" Mark let out a small cry of pain and Emma began to stroke his cock. He groaned, pushed toward climax, her grip like iron, he gasped and just before release, she let go, Marks cock was free and he began to spasm, cum shooting from the tip over his bare chest, he went to reach for it and Emma slapped his hand away.

They collapsed onto the bed together, neither had washed and the sheets stuck to their cum stained bodies, both, breathless, flushed, and vibrating with the strange combination of shame, and lust.