Deep, Dark & Dirty -Desire On the Dance floor
House music is overpowering me with its throbbing beat, the flashing lights and lasers disorientate me forcing me to squint against their glare. The place seems really full tonight; the dance floor is packed with clubbers and revelers. My head is spinning; I curse myself for drinking way too much Vodka knowing I've gone way over my limit. That coupled with the ecstasy pills we necked earlier in the night... Well I'm feeling pretty smashed to put it mildly. I've lost my friends in the thrum of the crowds around me and I panic a little inside as I realise I can't see them anywhere.
Then the DJ drops an unmistakable track, a personal favourite of mine, the heavy beat and baseline reverberate around my chest, I'm rapidly swept up. The cocktail of vodka and recreationals in my stomach dull my inhibitions, I become lost in the pulsing music, feel the baseline vibrating through my body, goose bumps covering my bare skin. My eyes are half closed and I'm dancing once more. Somewhere in my mind I marvel at how music can transport you to another universe, make you feel so good inside; alive, free. My body moves fluidly to the rhythm, my limbs feel liberated as does my state of mind. I'm barely aware of my surroundings; no longer care how busy it is on the dance floor around me, I'm only concerned with the music. I recall a quote from a classic film I saw years back, "I'm making love to the music man! And believe me; I can go all night..." Right now that line couldn't be more true or more apt. With each beat that bursts through the giant speakers, I feel the rumble of the base and every hair on the back of my neck stands on end. There are more vivid sensations I'm feeling right now; elation, euphoria, arousal....
I'm so horny and turned on right now and it's reflected in my every movement, in the way I roll my hips, head tossed back, arms in the air. I'm now aware of other bodies around me in close proximity. Arms brush against me, body heat soaks through my skin, heightening my senses to fever-pitch. Suddenly I feel strong hands on my hips; an unseen stranger is behind me. Initially I vaguely wonder if it's one of my friends come to rescue me. If I was a little more sober, a little less high I would certainly whirl round to face the owner of these firm hands, however I barely even flinch. I'm completely absorbed in not only the music but the lustful vibes coursing through me that I actually welcome this physical contact. Those same hands increase their grip on my hips, their warm fingers press into my bare flesh. I sense this person stepping up closer behind me, deliberately molding themselves against me, moving in unison with me to the music. I soon discover the stranger is a man for I can feel an unmistakable hardness pressing into the crease between the cheeks of my arse. Far from being alarmed I am reveling in the feeling, I can't help myself and I push my buttocks back against him. He responds by grinding into me in time to the music. His hands stroke upwards, over my ribcage until they graze over my tits, seeking out the hardness of my nipples under the flimsy material of my skimpy vest top.
My eyes roll involuntarily at his actions. He has unobstructed access as my arms are in the air, above my head. I don't put up any resistance and he takes this as a signal to let his hands explore further. He wastes no time and deftly slides his hands under my top to cup my bare firm tits in such a manner I feel weak at the knees. I can feel his hot breath against my neck, his cock twitches repeatedly against my arse as he rolls my tender nipples between his fingers. I bite down hard on my bottom lip to suppress a shriek of pleasure. I press back again with purpose, making him aware of my arousal. Maybe I should be concerned, perhaps I ought to care about what's happening here, but in truth I couldn't give a fuck. The lust I'm feeling is growing more wanton by the second. Hot wet lips press against my neck and ear, his teeth nibble at my sensitive flesh between his moist kisses.
Both of his hands massage and grope at my tits with expertise, God, this man is making me wet! I really should care that people could see us, that we risk being ejected from the club. However, this feels too good to start giving a damn about morals right now. The man's hands slide back down over my hips, finding the hem of my barely decent mini-skirt and I make no attempt to prevent his fingers from ducking underneath it. I feel his sharp intake of breath against my ear as he discovers I've gone commando tonight. My freshly shaven pussy greets him eagerly, no panties means no lace or silk to soak up all the creamy juices that are flowing profusely from my aching slit. The wetness covers the tops of my thighs and as his fingers glide between my legs his dick jumps feverently against me again.
Wasting no time, he delves roughly into my pussy with thick fingers, no teasing or soft stroking for me, oh no! Just several chunky fingers plunging knuckle deep into my creamy hot centre, over and over again in perfect time to the music. Then, without warning he whips his fingers away from my already engorged cunt and I gasp as he swiftly brings them to my lips. "Lick them clean..." he whispers in my ear, causing me to shudder in delight. Obediently I comply as I lap up all the wetness from them onto my tongue and lips. I taste sugar-sweet, my arousal more potent than any spirits or drugs I've consumed tonight. Like a junkie I crave more from him, I need to be fucked...
He doesn't disappoint me, as he takes his fat, long shaft from his jeans with ease behind me. I can feel him stroking his bell end, rubbing it against my crack, my legs tremble and I part my thighs for him. I'm making it blatantly clear exactly what I want from him. He goads me by rubbing his cock head over my soaking wet pussy lips, back and forth. It feels so good it's almost too much to bare, he's driving me wild with longing. I'm desperate to be filled right up to the brim with hard cock and I need it right now, right here on the dance floor.
