Bedroom Closet

Con­tin­ued on from Part 3.

We rode in silence, nei­ther Simon nor I know­ing where we were going.  He had helped me to the car, as the boots were as Kate had men­tioned, not designed for walk­ing.   I could feel the eyes of the dri­ver on me, I could see his eyes in the mir­ror look­ing at the three of us, intrigued and aroused, but timid.  Finally his curios­ity got the best of him, “Where are you three off to tonight?” he almost stut­tered.  Kate smiled her amaz­ing smile, “an art show­ing, do you like art?”  she asked him, but her eyes were trained on me.  “Well, I don’t know…I guess it depends..” he mum­bled.  “I think you would like the art at this show”.   The car stopped.  As Simon helped me out and towards the door Kate leaned in to pay the dri­ver.   With the cash, she handed him a small card, “This is an invi­ta­tion, if you feel like stop­ping by the show.”  The dri­ver stut­tered again and drove off, leav­ing Kate with a wry smile.

The build­ing was very plain, it appeared to be a ware­house from the out­side, I couldn’t imag­ine what type of art show would be in such a build­ing, but when we walked in every­thing fell together.  The space was huge, beau­ti­fully lit, clean and sparse.  There was art on the walls, huge pho­tographs, paint­ings, draw­ings, all erotic and explicit.  There were empty pedestals and an assort­ment of sleek benches, tables and chairs.  We appeared to be early.  “Ava?” All it took was a look and I knew what she wanted.  I went to my knees and crawled to her side.  “Very good, now come with me.”  I crawled slowly behind her as we crossed the room.  The floor was cold and smooth, and I was glad to be crawl­ing on it as opposed to try­ing to stay upright in my boots.  We reached a pedestal and she motioned for me to climb onto it.  “This is your place tonight Ava, you’re here to help me show off the cre­ations that you’re wear­ing.”  My face must have shown my anx­i­ety.  “It’s easy Ava, you will just be kneel­ing unless some­one asks you to move, do what­ever they ask as long as you remain on this pedis­tal.  These are impor­tant friends Ava, I expect you to co-operate, you under­stand don’t you?”  I could only nod.  She bent down and kissed me, her lips melt­ing into mine, her tongue teas­ing mine, then she pulled away draw­ing my lips with her until she was stand­ing straight again.  As she walked away I heard her, “I know you’ll be fan­tas­tic Ava, as will Simon.”  I real­ized I didn’t know where Simon had gone.

The crowd was sparse at first, a few peo­ple here and there.  Observ­ing the pho­tos, look­ing at sculp­tures, and apprais­ing me.  Soon though the crowd began to thicken, con­ver­sa­tions became louder, drinks we poured.  The guest began to get more bold.  It began with sub­tle touches, a hand slid­ing across the bot­tom of the corset, a teas­ing kiss to my boots.   From the other side of the gallery I began to hear more of a com­mo­tion, laugh­ter, applause, and to my sur­prise moan­ing.  I looked over to see what was hap­pen­ing.  I must have gasped, because as the guest pulled me to my feet she laughed.  From my posi­tion now that I was stand­ing I could see Simon.  He was still in his suit but had been laid on a chaise of sorts.  If Simon hadn’t been laid across it it would have never been seen as fur­ni­ture at all.  A large arc, the apex of adjustable height.  It was art, but it had pur­pose.  He had been per­fectly posi­tioned so that his mouth was avail­able on one side, and his cock on the other.  Both were being suf­fi­ciently used, and that had caused the com­mo­tion.  Simul­ta­ne­ously Simon was tak­ing a cock down his throat while his was being eagerly devoured.    I just stood, watch­ing, amazed.  I didn’t even real­ize that Kate had come back.

With­out a word she slipped he hand between my legs and a fin­ger into my pussy.  She stared into my eyes as she worked her fin­ger around, gath­er­ing wet­ness and cre­at­ing more, before care­fully push­ing me back to my kneel­ing posi­tion.  As she turned to walk away she stopped, whis­pered some­thing into one of the guests ear, ran her fin­ger across his lips, then con­tin­ued back into the crowd.  Any ques­tion as to whither or not it was alright to touch the “art” was answered by not only Kate, but by the show that was going on by Simon.  The guests that began by sub­tly touch­ing now made their desires know and the talk of “posi­tion­ing” became very clear.

By the time I saw Kate again the crowd had thinned.  I was on my back, the pos­tion I had been left in, and thank­ful for the rest.  She knelt beside me and traced the out­line of my breasts, before run­ning her fin­gers down the front of my corset and rest­ing right above my pussy.  “You need a shower…“she said.  She was right.  I had been used well, and although most guests took great care not to sully Kate’s cre­ations they still man­aged to leave their marks on me.  Rivulets of cum dripped down my legs, a glossy sheen coated my exposed breasts, and my lips still tasted of a guests pussy.  She leaned down over me and brushed her lips against mine, and in doing so made my breath quicken and my pussy gush.  “Simon will be over shortly to help you back to the car,” she spoke softly, her lips brush­ing against mine, “I am look­ing foward to hav­ing you to myself.”

Simon approached as she walked away, and we both made out way out to the taxi in a sort of a daze, won­der­ing what could pos­si­bly come next.

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