My Fantasy

I walk into the room. This is my party. My fantasy. And everyone is here for my pleasure. The room is elegant, draped in muted fabrics. A bar along the far wall. I am elegantly dressed in a short green silk with no back and a plunging neckline. Gold sparkles at my ears and throat. My hair is swept up in an elegant chignon.

The room is full of men. Only men. Maybe 20 of the sexiest, most gorgeous men I have ever seen. The kind you see on the pages of magazine covers. The ones that make you take a double look when walking down the street. And they have eyes only for me. They want me.

The song "I Will Die for You" by Garbage is pounding through the sound system. I glance around the room and feel the sexual tension hanging in the air. I feel my blood slowing down; my thong becoming wet. I lick my lips and twenty pairs of eyes follow my movements. I begin dancing, moving from one man to the next, sliding up and down their bodies, touching, caressing, feeling. Groping hands everywhere, sliding against my nipples, flicking gently, I moan, my head falling back and there are lips at my throat, hands sliding down my body, cupping my breasts.

I spin away into the arms of another gorgeous man, dancing against him, moving up, down, up down, turn around, grind against him, my ass pushing into him, I can feel his erection, hard, and large pressed against my back. My nipples are hard and tight, my pussy wet and throbbing. Whispers in my ear, promises, bites, heavy breathing, compliments, "you are stunning", "I want you now", "come with me." "I will lift up that dress, press my fingers inside you," "I can make you come right here on the dance floor." "I could just slip right into you - right now. Move up and down, in and out." "I want to taste you on my tongue, slip my tongue around you, hear you moan with pleasure and beg for more."

They are arousing me even further until I think I really might just come right there on the dance floor. I am maneuvered into a corner, pushed against the wall; expert fingers are under my skirt and slip inside my panties, lips brutal and demanding on mine, tongue dancing against mine, pushing in and out, warring with mine, while fingers press into all the places I burn, stopping to circle my clit and torture me for long seconds before plunging into my desperately waiting body. I moan with pleasure, feeling my entire body center around the pressure of his fingers as they plunge in again and again. My entire body jerks up against him. My eyes close and my body becomes limp as waves of pleasure spasm through my body.

And then another man is there pulling me out onto the floor again. He spins me around and I slide against his silk shirt. I am sandwiched between two hard bodies, hands on my breasts, I lean into the man behind me, I slide up and down against his erection, pressing into him and his arms circle me pulling me closer I pull the man in front of me close and begin making out with him as the man behind me slips his hand into my dress, I am not wearing a bra. His hands pinch my nipples roughly and I moan loudly. Yes, yes, yes, harder. Yes. There, oh yes, there. My head falls back; I am leaning into his arms. I feel the hand of the man in front of me slide up my thigh, his fingers are long, and sure. He cups me through my panties which are soaked and dripping. A flick of the wrist moves them aside and I feel my body jerk in anticipation of the touch of the feel of those warm large fingers caressing me, running up and down my folds, circling my clit, slipping inside me. I want it. He teases me, rubbing up and down, until finally, finally slipping inside.

Moaning. Time slows. All I can think about is the feeling. The touch. Come with me they both whisper, demanding. They grab both my hands and push through the crowd into a small alcove off the main area, it is dimly lit, but we are not really alone by any means. Still I don't care. There is still one man behind and one in front, the one in back is biting at my neck, sucking, and nipping in a way that makes me even crazier. I push against him as his hands return to my breasts and the man in front falls to his knees, pulls my panties down and slips his tongue deep inside me. I scream. Loudly. My body jerking in pleasure. The man behind me leans my head back farther, grabs my hair and begins to kiss me savagely. His tongue mimicking the movements of the man below me. I feel the orgasm coming it builds and then explodes through my body. I am moaning, and screaming, and begging and before I can even recover, I feel a huge cock thrusting into me, Hard. Deep. No mercy. I am pressed up against the man behind me, his hands still on my breasts. My dress is pulled down, as he leans forward to pull a nipple into his mouth and bite softly on it. Harder I moan. Feeling the man in front pounding deep and hard and fast into me. His breath ragged and hoarse. I feel my body responding again. Yes, yes, yes, oh god, yes, harder, yes, deeper, deeper, fuck me, yes, yes, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, god, yes, yes, yes. I feel the pressure building. I am thrusting my body forward. Begging, pleading, crying for release, and with one final deep thrust, I feel my body explode into a million pieces as I come. I am flying, soaring. Oh God. YES!! As I return to reality, I see the curious eyes of other men watching us. I flash a wicked smile. Pull up my dress, and dance back into the crowd.

The night is far from over. And this is my fantasy after all.