The room was full of men and women who danced together, grinding their body in time with the music which blast into the room so loudly that conversations were nearly impossible. Mar felt her stomach tighten in anticipation, she was terrified, but she was also amazingly wet. Kris, her Master, had driven them out here to make one of her fantasies come true. Now that she was here, she wasn't sure she really wanted to go through with it. Thinking about it, talking about it, rubbing her pussy while she imagined it; these were all in one realm, but going through with it? Her Master had found a party that was open enough that her fantasy would be allowed, and far enough away that they wouldn't run into anyone they knew from home. Still Mar was feeling a little reluctant now that they were actually here, but she couldn't deny the fact that her pussy was wet, her nipples were hard, and her breathing heavy.
Master and slut walked out onto the dance floor together. Kris was wearing all black which showed off his olive skin tone, green eyes, and black hair. He looked sexy and dangerous, like a man on a mission. Mar wore all white, her dress came up just long enough to cover her ass and clung tightly to her curves. If she bent over even a little bit it would ride to show off her ass cheeks, you could see she wore no underwear by the shadows beneath her skirt. The top of her dress clung tightly against her hips, and then loosened on the shoulders. It hung gently showing most of her cleavage off, despite the looser fit it was easy to see Mar's nipples were hard beneath the fabric, she wore no bra to protect them.
As the evening went on Mar's nerves calmed down, Kris and she danced for hours and several gentlemen bought her drinks. After about three hours Master reached down and plucked a drink from her hand.
"Nope, that's enough now." He spoke directly in her ear so she could hear him over the music, "I don't want you drunk for this. I want you here, all of you." He ran his hands down her body, lingering over her curves and admiring the way the dress clung. Kris turned her to face the crowd. "Pick someone, ask them to dance with you. When they take you out onto the floor, grind against him. Let him touch you wherever and however he wishes until the song ends. Then come back to me."
With a slight push, Kris sent her out onto the floor. Mar gasped and turned to find him quickly, but he had already melted into the crowd. All around her people danced, some looked at her and she blushed, imagining that they knew what she was doing, imagining they knew how wet she was. She wandered in the crowd, her eyes moving over the men as she wondered who to ask. She didn't see Kris shadowing her, watching her. Finally she spotted a guy by himself, he was swaying with the music but didn't appear to be dancing with anyone. He was very tall and had thick, muscular arms. She walked up to him and tried to ask him if he wanted to dance. She was too nervous and the words never made it out, but she moved her lips and the man, practiced in reading lips over the sounds of music, nodded his head.
Together they moved out to the dance floor and began dancing. Mar's pussy throbbed and her nipples got even harder, she knew that her Master was watching her dance with another man and waiting to make sure she followed directions. She moved her body to the music, feeling it in every part of her, swaying. She crept closer and closer to the man, trying to work up the nerve, did she really want to do this? Her pussy screamed at her, yes, yes she needed to do this.
She turned her back on the man and leaned back, pressing her ass against his pelvis. She could feel his cock grow against her ass, he was turned on by her she realized, and this made her more brave. As the song continued she rocked and swayed against his body, enjoying the way his cock pressed at her ass. She wanted to turn around and suck him, she wanted him to touch her. The man seemed content to let her do all the work however and did not lift a hand to touch her. She pressed back against him again, rubbing her ass hard against him, practically reverse humping him when she realized the song had ended. Blushing, embarrassed, Mar shouted something unintelligible and fled, leaving the man there with a confused look and a painful hard on.
Master Kris appeared directly in front of her and took her arm, leading her away. He had a bottle of water which he handed to her and she drank thankfully. As a new song started she reached down and rubbed her hand against his pants, finding he was hard and ready for her. She stepped forward, grinning but he stopped her, putting his hands up he kept her from moving closer.
"Not yet slut. You have work to do. Find another man, dance, this time make him touch you. If he doesn't touch you I'll punish you." Mar nodded, drank a little more water, then turned to find another dance partner. It didn't take long to find someone to dance with and this time she didn't hesitate. Within minutes she was dancing with a man, his name unimportant. She ground against him enjoying the feel of his hard cock, but again the man seemed to be letting her do what she wanted.
Mar took his hands in her own and pressed them against her breasts. Her nipples were so hard that the man had to feel them against his palms. She let out a deep throated moan as his hands closed on her tits. Her nipples were very sensitive and she could barely stand the pleasure as this stranger touched her. He reached into the front of her dress and pulled at her nipples, his fingers rolling them and playing with them until she was bouncing her ass off his cock. She could barely stand it, all her nerves were gone, she was lost in the pure pleasure of having a stranger touch her. Suddenly the man pinched her nipples hard, she cried out, arching against him. She felt her pussy spasm and struggled to control herself. Her Master would punish her horribly if she came without permission. The man pinched again, pulling her nipples away from her body and twisting them lightly. The pain and pleasure filled her and she had to fight to keep from pulling away. Master had been clear, the man could touch her however he wished.
The song continued and the man manipulated her titties, squeezing, pulling, kneading, and playing until she could barely stand. The music hid the cries, moans, and groans as she reveled in the pleasure. In her hand she chanted, "I don't know this man, this man is touching me. I'm letting a stranger touch me." And that made her hotter, wetter. Suddenly the song ended and she pulled away from the man.
"What the hell!" the man groaned as she walked away, "fucking cock tease!" he yelled after her.
Mar stepped forward, directly into the arms of Kris, he had been waiting for her, watching her. He smiled and gave her the water bottle back.
"How do you feel?" Kris asked her.
"Fuck, I need to cum, please Master!" Mar begged, pressing herself against him.
