Floor Party
Walking the hallway I see sexy men and women. All able to be in states of undress not allowed in other places. My nerves jump as I realize anything can happen tonight. The whole floor for our deviant kinks to shine.
I wander about shy as hell and forcing myself to speak to everyone I see. I've been here for hours trying to get things ready. Thinking ahead to what might await me. Hoping for the impossible. Knowing there's no way it'll come true.
The party is in full swing. Friends wander from room to room. Hugs, kisses, pats, squeezes. I glance around to see who's nearby. There, He's here, walking around mind full of things to be done. Checking to make sure everything is just so. I know He'll be checking up on my progress. I've set up the food and drinks and am checking decorations.
I wander by a playroom. See the whip fly, hear the moans that accompany its finding a target. Writhing naked skin. Loving marks left on tortured skin. I pause wishing I was the one up there. Knowing it's not my turn. I continue down the hall.
My mind goes back to my current wish. Two men using me until I can't think straight and my body doesn't follow my directions anymore. I want to be overwhelmed by what I'm feeling. Both pleasure and pain. Both make me feel amazing in different ways.
He cares for me so. He makes sure I'm doing okay. Asks me how things are going as I run to Him and nearly tackle Him to get a big hug. I'm excited to see He's wearing His kilt tonight. I hope He has nothing underneath. Only time shall tell. I am not brave enough yet to check. He swats me on my ass sending me on my way.
Skipping away I greet other friends. I love the hugs and body contact. Rarely am I able to find the joy of touching others more than a brief handshake or quick hug. Here, oh here it's different. People accept my need to connect. Off I wander.
That's when I see them. His friends. Mine too, I guess but mainly His. So intimidating. She's so confident. He's funny and cute. Fuck but my tongue's already tied. And yes, he's the second in my goofy fantasies.
Silly, goofy, naughty brain. What wonderful dreams it has. I'm so excited thinking about both of Them and what naughtiness they could get up to that I've been wandering with my head in the clouds when BOOM, right into His friend. I startle out of my daydream to feel a strong arm holding me upright.
I'm torn. Mortified to almost knock down part of my silly dreams. But thrilled to actually have him touch me. I wiggle nervously trying to free myself. Nope. His grip is tight. Just how I like it. Fuck but I'm in trouble.
Then I notice his hand gripping my ass through my dress. I remember there's nothing under it just as he realizes the same thing. "Good slut" he whispers in my ear just for me. Okay. Now I'm mush. Doe in headlights, I stare up at him. I'm so flustered I can't speak. He laughs and lets me go. I almost collapse. So used to his support.
I stumble away sputtering about something that needs to be tended to. Fuck me but I'm a babbling mess. The Sadist in him relishes in my discomfort. He winks and I try to gracefully continue on my way.
A couple are kissing against the wall to my right. Keep moving. Act like you aren't flustered silly. I've made it to the end of the hall. I realize I need to turn around and make my way back to check the food and social room. I begin skipping back. Enjoying the feel of my tits bouncing and the cool air blowing under my skirt. I love knowing that most are unaware of my boldness.
On my way, He grabs me and pulls me into an empty room. He pushes me up against the wall and crowds me. I love feeling Him against my back and the wall in front of me. "You ready for anything tonight little one?" He asks.
"Yes Sir. Whatever you'd like." is all I can get out. My body clenches at His low tone and slight growl. His hand wanders up under my skirt. Just short of where I want it. I squirm and whimper. He chuckles and backs away.
"Back to work, little one. Lots to do." With that He's off again. I'm left standing hot and bothered. I straighten up and walk out the door glancing around to see if anyone noticed. Of course not. I'm so silly. But that's part of the fun.
Back in the social room I scan the food and restock a few things. I walk to the coolers to check the drinks. A wolf whistle at my raised ass and lowered head. I grin loving that someone is enjoying my work. I shake my ass and giggle at my goofiness.
"Watch yourself slut" whispered in my ear. I try to straighten but his hand is on my neck holding my head down. "Move your ass again. Now." My pussy pulses at his demand. Of course I sway from side to side and lift my ass a bit more. "Nice view girl" and I feel a cool breeze up my skirt. He's gone. Fuck. Crazy ass men driving me insane!