Jo's story.

Suki fell silent and quite obviously was not going to speak again for a while.

"Cathy?" invited Anita.

"Oh, it was nothing important," shrugged the blonde American and she too fell silent.

"Do want to hear my story?" asked Jo, breaking into the silence. The others readily agreed.

"Okay. This is not my first orgasm, because I can't remember that far back," said Jo with a smile. "But it is my dirtiest."

"Jo!" said Sam in mock horror, "I wouldn't expect you to have dirty sex!"

"Shhh!" hissed Allison. "Let her continue."

"Well, thats the thing," continued Jo. "Everybody thinks that just because I can't see, I must somehow be very sweet and innocent. And I suppose I did have quite a sheltered upbringing. I wasn't allowed boyfriends. That's why most of my orgasms were self-inflicted."

"Most?" asked Eric, with a knowing smile.

"Most," replied Jo, smiling coyly to herself. "Anyhow, there was this one night, shortly after my eighteenth birthday when I slipped the leash. I told my parents that I was going to a friend's. Because I was now eighteen and because they knew that I would soon be going away to university, they let me go - instead of offering to pick me up and drive me round there like they usually did.

"I put my white stick in my handbag..."

"Sorry? You did what?" asked Allison.

"I put my white stick in my handbag."

"Isn't it a bit big for that?"

"It telescopes."

"Oh... Cool."

"Anyway, I put my white stick in my handbag..."

"What did you do that for? Don't you need it to like get around and stuff?"

"It certainly helps. But sometimes I like to go without it. See if I can get around using just my senses. See how few lampposts I can walk into."

"Doesn't that make you feel very ****?" asked Anita in concern.

"Uh-huh. That's part of the fun of it. Its a thrill."

"And how many lampposts did you walk into?" asked Cathy.

"Three," replied Jo, ruefully, "but one of them was because a little kid ran out in front of me... And another was on a deserted street, so nobody saw... I don't think...

"Anyway, I walked for hours, smelling the smells, listening to the sounds. It was fascinating. But I didn't realise that I had made my way into a rather seedy part of town and it was getting late."

Suki let out a little gasp.

"So I was walking along, trying to be nonchalant, when this car pulled up and a rough voice called out 'hey vanilla girl, how much do you charge?'"

All the girls gasped this time.

"You mean they thought you were a..." began Allison.

"Uh-huh," confirmed Jo.

"Sorry," began Suki. "What means vanilla girl?"

"I think they were referring to what I was wearing. It was a bit girly. Well it was my college uniform. So it was a pleated skirt like this one, except in tartan, with a white blouse and blazer. I guess I was dressed a little differently to the other girls on the street."

"So what did you say to the creep in the car?" asked Allison.

"Yeah, what did you charge?" laughed Eric.

"A hundred pounds."

The girls gaped in astonishment.

"Don't tell me you got in that car, girl," said Allison.

"Well, first we haggled about the price. But I thought that a hundred was more than generous - especially as there were two of them."

"Two!?"

"Yeah, Tony and Phil. They were a little rough, but I figured they were safe enough. They had a flat a few streets away. Besides it was a unique experience and I guess I've become a bit of a thrill-seeker. Reacting against my sheltered upbringing, I suppose. Anyhow, I got in the back with Phil, whilst Tony drove us back to their flat."

"You're kidding," breathed Anita, "what did... Phil... do?"

"Well," said Jo primly, "I was sitting there trying to have a conversation with Tony (Tony was the chatty one) and Phil kept feeling up my legs. As one hand slid up under my college skirt, Phil cried out, 'here, this dirty little slut isn't wearing any panties!'"

"Weren't you?" asked Sam.

"I hardly ever do. I like the feeling of being exposed, as well as the cool breeze on my... you know."

"So, are you wearing any now?" asked Eric, intrigued.

"I'll let you guess," smiled Jo. "Anyway, Phil got a bit turned on then and started kissing me really hard and fingering me too."

The girls giggled in mock horror at what the blind girl was telling them.

"Anyway... we got back to their place and they bundled me upstairs. Tony was pretty **** by now too and started kissing and groping me. Meanwhile Phil had pushed up my little pleated skirt and started licking me out."

"Oooh, dirty girly," murmured Allison, who nevertheless had her hands clamped between her thighs and seemed to be rubbing herself when she thought that nobody was looking.

"So was that the dirty orgasm, or is there more?" enquired Anita eagerly.

"No, there's more," smiled Jo, "because it turned out that Tony and Phil were into bondage and they wanted a little vanilla girl to tie up and dominate."

"You mean they tie you up?" cried Suki, aghast.

"Across the kitchen table," confirmed Jo. "They put this kind of gag with a ball in it into my mouth. Phil wrapped tape around my ankles and knees. Then Tony held my arms behind my back and I felt Phil's rough hands unbuttoning my blouse. They pulled my blouse off and did the same to my bra, then Phil started biting on my nipples, whilst Tony taped up my wrists. My nipples hurt like hell, but I couldn't cry out because of the gag."

"Did they **** you?" asked Cathy in a whisper.

"No, silly, they were role-playing. It was a game."

"Some game," muttered Allison, but her hands were still between her thighs.

"They lifted me on to the table, then Tony started on my tits and Phil removed the rest of my clothes - the little skirt, my shoes & my socks. Then Phil tied ropes around each of my ankles and tied the other end to the table legs. Whilst Tony continued to pinch and chew my titties, Phil cut the tape and pulled the slip knots on the ropes, forcing my legs apart. Then I felt Phil's hot breath on my naked pussy and an experienced tongue licking me out."

The girls sat in silent awe as their dirty friend continued. Several hands had strayed southward though.

"Tony left my boobs alone then and tied ropes around my wrists and did the same as Phil had done to my ankles. So I was spread-eagled on the table. Then Tony removed the gag and squatted over me, demanding head. I didn't know what 'head' was, but I soon found out as Tony's privates **** themselves on my mouth.

"I licked and sucked and sucked and chewed for all I was worth. Meanwhile Phil was doing something very similar for me. I could hear Tony gasping with pleasure and I was kind of proud that I was obviously doing it right. Then Tony's orgasm exploded all over my mouth..."

"Ewww" chorused Sam and Eric together.

"...and thats when my orgasm hit me. It felt slutty and wanton and I loved it."

"Was that it?" breathed Cathy in amazement, "I mean did they let you go then?"

"No," replied Jo, matter-of-factly, "first I had to perform oral on Phil too. It was the least I could do really. Then they let me go."

"Did you get your money?" asked Allison, "I mean, not that you do it for money, but then... I guess you do. I mean... I don't mean..."

Allison gave up in confusion. Jo smiled.

"Yes I got my money, plus a generous tip. Seems they'd done this kind of thing before and I'd somewhat undersold myself."

"Did you do it again?" asked Cathy.

"No. It was a once in a lifetime experience."

"Even so," breathed Anita, "I can't believe you would do two guys like that, especially after everything you said about feminism. I could never do that; I would be terrified."

"Yes," reflected Jo, "I suppose I would be too. If it was two guys. But then... I never said that Tony and Phil were male!"