My Sluttiest Dreams Come True

I was putting our dinner plates in the sink when he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Leave those," he said quietly and kissed my neck.

He'd been touching me all day long, even going so far as to slip his hand under my dress when we were at the grocery store. And he made us take an extra long time in the freezer aisle just so he could stare at the way my tits showed through my dress without a bra on. He made sure I noticed when other people were staring too, because he knew how much I liked it. It was a good thing I was wearing undies or my thighs would have been slick with how wet he was making me. He had woken up to my mouth on his morning wood - the covers were tossed aside and he looked so good that I just had to taste it - and since then he kept saying he wasn't ready for round two yet. I was aching to be satisfied and I thought maybe now he was pulling me away for 'dessert'.

He took my hand and led me out of the kitchen, but instead of walking me towards the bedroom he was walking towards the front door. "What are we doing?" I asked.

"Put your shoes on," he instructed. "We're going out."

"Oh. But I don't have my purse." I went to turn back for it but he grabbed my wrist to stop me.

"You won't need it," he said. He laced his fingers with mine and held my hand more firmly as I slipped on my flip flops and followed him out the door. I was sure he wasn't taking me out for drinks since he knows I always get carded.

"Where are we going?" I asked once I was buckled in. He started the car and pulled out of the driveway without answering me, but once we were on the road he looked at me and smiled.

"It's a surprise," he said.

I turned on the radio and put on a pop station, then settled back into my seat. He reached out and put his hand on my thigh, just above my knee. He gave me butterflies in my stomach. I wanted him to move his hand further up, but he just rested there. Eventually I calmed down and started singing along to the music. I love car rides, and it was a beautiful evening. I rolled my window down and breathed in the fresh air. I saw out of the corner of my eye that he was looking at me, so I looked over at him and smiled.

"Give me a hint where we're going," I said. I thought at first maybe he was taking me to the park nearby with a great view of the river, since last time we were there we had a great time screwing in the back seat, but he had already driven past it.

"You've never been there before," he told me.

"Hmm." I usually preferred to know what we were getting into, but I trusted him to know what I like. I knew he wouldn't bring me anyplace I wouldn't want to go. His hand moved a little higher up my thigh, and I started to get a little more excited. He didn't offer any more clues though, so I leaned back and accepted my fate of being surprised. I laid my hand on top of his and he flipped his hand around so he could hold it. The back of his hand still rested on my thigh and I was having a hard time keeping my mind off it. No matter where he was taking me, I really just hoped I could get off with him.

He put on his blinker and turned into a residential neighborhood. I looked at him questioningly, but he kept staring straight ahead. We pulled into someone's driveway and he let go of my hand to park. The house was large, at least two stories, but only the windows on the bottom right side were lit.

"You ready?" he asked, looking over at me.

I looked away and lied. "Yeah," I said. I could hear the disappointment in my voice. I tried really hard to not let it interfere with my life, but it was no secret that I struggled with social anxiety. He reached over to squeeze my thigh reassuringly. I glanced at him and gave him a small smile. I had a nervous, nauseous feeling in my stomach.

"Don't worry," he said. "You're gonna have fun, I promise."

I sighed and gave him a more believable smile. "Okay," I said. We opened our doors at the same time and started to climb out. "Everyone was cool with me coming, right?" I asked, looking around at all the cars parked ahead of us in the driveway.

"I didn't tell anyone," he said.

My mouth fell open, and for a moment I froze. "You know I hate showing up someplace I wasn't invited," I reminded him.

"I invited you," he said. I stared daggers at him. "They won't mind," he said. "It's game night. The more the merrier."

I pursed my lips and looked over at the house. "Okay," I sighed. I didn't want to be difficult. "You lead the way."

He came over to me and put his arm around my shoulders and kissed my cheek. "They're gonna love you," he said.

We walked up the four steps or so to the front porch, and he let himself in the front door without knocking. I heard a chorus of "hey, look who's here," but as I stepped in the house behind him, everyone fell silent. I looked over at him accusingly, but my gaze naturally dropped to the floor as my cheeks burned. He pulled me close to him and introduced me to everyone. Luckily they were all friendly and seemed to not really mind my being there, but to my horror I was the only woman present. It appeared to be a guy's poker night, and I definitely didn't belong.

"Let's get a drink," he said, taking my hand. There was an entryway to the kitchen off the side of the dining room, and that's where he led me. "Rum and coke okay?" he asked. "We're kind of limited on options."

"Sounds good to me." I sat on a barstool tucked under the island counter and watched him crack ice from a plastic tray to put into our drinks.

"Cheers," he said as he handed my glass over to me, then clinked his own against it.

"Cheers," I grinned and took a sip. The soda was sweet and the bubbles were sharp, and I couldn't taste the liquor at all. "Thanks," I said. I was able to relax a little in the modicum of privacy the kitchen afforded us. All I wanted was to be alone with him. On the other hand, it was kind of nice that I was finally able to meet his friends. I took another sip and tried my hardest to shake the last of my nerves.

"Shall we?" He held his hand out to me, then led me back into the room where everyone was waiting. There was a big round table and everyone seemed to have their spot set up, cards and chips out in front of them. I didn't even have time to count that there weren't enough chairs for me before he was sitting down in the last open one and pulling me onto his lap. "We sit here," he said, his voice low in my ear. I swallowed hard and glanced around to make sure no one seemed offended by that arrangement.

"We've heard so much about you," his friend across the table said to me. "It's about time he brought you around." I smiled and got to know each of them a bit. Most everyone went out of their way to make me feel comfortable and welcome. They were all really nice people, and I found I was actually enjoying myself with them.

I didn't know how to play the game, so I was mostly just observing. They played for a good while before they needed a refreshment break. In that time I learned that they took the game very seriously, but not much else. It was hard for me to keep up with what was going on, not because it was too complex, but because he had been letting his hands roam my body under the table.

He patted my thigh. "Wanna go outside?" he asked.

"Mhm," I nodded and stood. I put my empty glass on the table and stretched my hands above my head. I felt a flutter of desire when I caught one of his friends watching the hemline of my dress lift higher. My lover, either sensing this or also noticing his friend's admiration, wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me from behind.

"You look so good in this dress," he whispered to me and kissed my neck. I flushed with embarrassment and pleasure from his public display of affection. I couldn't bring myself to look up and see who had witnessed it. "Let's go," he said. He let go of my waist and groped my ass before taking my hand and leading me out to the backyard.

It had gotten a little breezy and I wished I had a sweater or something to keep me warm. I snuggled close to him and asked him to hold me. He put his arms around me and gave me a tight squeeze. My bare arms and legs were chilly, but I felt a certain warmth radiating from my pussy. I was turned on from his teasing and touching all day long, and I was finally alone with him again.

"I liked it when you kissed my neck in front of your friends," I told him. My face was pressed against his chest so I wasn't able to see his reaction. I kept going. "And the way you were touching me under the table. Did you invite me here as some sort of elaborate foreplay?" He laughed at that and I pulled away slightly so I could look up at him.

"I brought you here because I wanna show you a good time," he said. I don't know what my face must've looked like but he laughed again. "Don't worry," he assured me. "Poker isn't the only game we're playing tonight."

I was about to ask him what else, but then his hand was in my hair and he was kissing me. It wasn't a soft romantic kiss, but hot and passionate from the moment our lips touched. Our bodies were pressed close together, and he managed to push my legs open with his thigh. He left his leg there, in between mine, and it didn't take me long to figure out I wanted to grind against it. I don't know how much time passed making out with him like this, but I wasn't worried about the cold anymore or how many people I didn't know at the party, I just wanted him to take me all the way right there on that back lawn.

He grabbed my ass and started pulling me into him so that I had no choice but to ride his thigh even harder. It was a good thing my mouth was full of his tongue because I was really struggling to keep the volume down. And then I wasn't able to keep the volume down at all when he bit my bottom lip and gave my nipple a sharp tug.

He immediately pulled his leg back away from me. I felt involuntary tears prick my eyes from the frustration of his denial. "You gotta keep it down sweetheart," he said, pulling me into a bear hug and nibbling my earlobe.

"I want you so bad," I told him. And truthfully I didn't think I could take much more teasing.

"I know," he said, stroking my hair tenderly. "But we have to go back inside now."

I opened my mouth to protest then closed it again. I didn't want to sound like I was whining, but that felt really unfair. I wanted him right then and there, I didn't want to have to wait for it.

"Give me your panties," he said with a smirk. My heart started beating faster. I supposed I could take a little more teasing after all. I lifted my dress up and rolled my cute little panties down my thighs, then held his hand for support as I stepped out of them.

"Here you go," I smirked right back. I knew just how wet they were. It still delighted me to no end to watch his eyes widen as he took them from me and saw for himself. He bunched the tiny garment in his fist and held it to his face so he could smell it. It felt like my knees turned to jelly, I was so overwhelmed with desire.

"Come on you little nympho," he said, stuffing the panties into his pocket. "Let's not keep them waiting any longer." He took my hand and led me back inside. Unsurprisingly everyone was waiting around for us to return so they could start playing again. I felt bad enough for taking so long, I didn't dare ask for another drink before we sat back down. But as he pulled me into his lap once more I realized someone had already refilled the empty cup I left on the table. My first instinct was to not drink it, but I didn't feel like I had any reason not to trust his friends. Plus someone had refilled his glass, too.

"Is that mine?" I asked timidly, pointing at the one in front of me.

"Oh yeah, I poured you guys a rum and coke. Hope that's what you wanted," the guy beside us said.

"That's great, thank you," I said. I glanced over my shoulder as I raised the glass to my lips. He didn't try to stop me so figured it must be fine. I felt safe with him anyhow. I took a sip and relaxed into the comfort of his embrace while they finished playing their game. He trailed his fingers lazily up and down my thighs, only occasionally going high enough to graze my pussy. I was sure if he wasn't careful I would have a wet spot on the back of my dress when I stood up. I was starting to think that maybe I should go freshen up in the bathroom and splash some cold water on my face when the game night took a turn.

He didn't have enough chips left to bet and so he tossed my used panties on the table. "That should be worth enough," he said. I'd seen his cards and from what I understood he didn't have what it would take to win them back. I felt frozen from the shock, and my face burned from the embarrassment, but as I took in everybody's expressions I was feeling more and more turned on. It seemed like everyone wanted to win this round. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight against him as they all figured out what their next move should be.

I twisted around so I could look at him, but I was at a loss for words. He just kissed me. I couldn't take an ounce more embarrassment, so I turned back towards the table and looked down at my hands. They were resting in my lap, and my attention kept going to the thought of my pussy being covered only by the thin fabric of my dress. I had to look somewhere else, anywhere else, but everywhere else I looked there was somebody looking at me. The attention was almost too much to bear. I stared into the melted bits of ice at the bottom of my empty drink.

The energy in the room had changed, and everyone had gotten serious and quiet, but they played their last hand almost like normal. When his friend across the table won, I held my breath as he pulled my panties from his pile of winnings. My lover sat up a little straighter to kiss my neck and grab my breast at the same moment his friend looked past the panties to meet my eyes. I gasped. It was like my nervous system had been electrified.

"I think it's time we play a game of her choice," my lover said to his friends, and then more quietly to me, "doesn't this table remind you of the one from your fantasy?" It took me a second to realize what he was talking about, but I felt myself blush again when I finally did. "Why don't you tell them the rules?"

"Nobody wants to do that," I said in a hushed tone. I was mortified. He was referring to the sluttiest fantasy I had.

"You'd be surprised," his friend beside us said. I looked up at him, plenty surprised already. "We love to play games. Don't we guys?" There was a general murmur of consent.

I shook my head and hid my face with my hands. "This can't be real life," I said, mostly to myself. I turned around in his lap so I could face him and pretend it was just the two of us sitting there. Under normal circumstances straddling him like that would feel way too intimate in front of his friends. At the moment though it was just too overwhelming having all those people staring at me, and I needed him to be my escape. My lover had a way of calming me down just by looking in my eyes. "Just because I fantasize about something doesn't mean I actually wanna do it," I said to him.

"You don't wanna do it?" he asked. There was no judgment in the way he asked or the way he looked at me, he was just genuinely offering me an opportunity to live out my wildest dreams. I considered whether it was something I actually wanted. I blushed a deep shade of red when I realized it was.

"I'm too shy," I whispered.

"I can do the talking," he reassured me.

"And I don't want your friends to think less of me."

"That's the opposite of what's going to happen."

I bit my bottom lip. I'd had just the right amount of liquor to be bold enough, and just the right amount of teasing to be aroused enough to say "okay." I looked into his eyes. "If you're sure," I added.

He put his hands on the sides of my face and kissed my lips. "Time for you to take off your dress," he said. He let his hands slide down the curves of my body until they gripped my hips, then he pushed his chair back and helped me off of his lap. "Arms up," he instructed. I did as I was told and kept my eyes focused on him. In one easy motion he pulled my dress off, leaving me standing there completely nude. I crossed my arms and legs, as if that would offer any protection, and processed the fact that I was standing naked in front of all these men. Since I was facing my lover they could only see my backside. There were a few words of appreciation from his friends which made me feel good, but I also felt frozen. I wasn't sure I could turn around.

"You okay?" he checked with me. He ran his hands up and down my arms and looked like he was studying my face. I grinned at him and he smiled back before he kissed me, this time with a little tongue. I started to feel that flame of desire building up in me again. "You look beautiful," he said. He spun me around and rested his hands heavily on my shoulders so I couldn't shrink away. When I looked up and saw the way they were all looking at me, that flame burst into an all-consuming fire. There was no doubt they would play my game. I uncrossed my arms and made a conscious effort to relax my muscles.

He pulled my hair back and started working his fingers through the tangles. "Here are the rules," he addressed the group. "She's gonna crawl under the table and go around sucking everyone's dick. If you make a face or sound when she gets to you, you're out. The winner will get to cum in her mouth. And the losers will have to use their mouth to make her cum at the end." He finished braiding my hair at the same time he finished explaining. "Any questions?" he asked.

"Or objections," I added in a small voice.

"That's so fuckin hot," one of his friends said. There was agreement and compliments coming from everyone who sat around the table. A few competitive remarks, too. I looked away and tried to hide my smile even though I know that that's impossible for me to do, since my dimples always give me away.

"I guess you better get on your hands and knees now baby," my lover said to me. I looked back at him and saw that he was smirking. If I thought too much about it I would freak myself out, so instead I just put my trust in him and did what he told me. I got down on my hands and knees and started to crawl under the table. He slapped my ass as I made my way and then pulled up his seat at the table when I was completely underneath. "Alright," he said, then he was the first one to take his cock out for me.

I moved in between his legs and took him into my mouth. He was still soft and I had the pleasure of feeling him get hard against my tongue. I heard the rustling of everyone else taking their pants off too, and I knew I had to move on for the sake of the game. "I love your cock so much," I murmured as I kissed it up and down. He reached under the table to touch my head, which warmed my heart. I had a small smile hanging on my lips as I turned around to decide where to go next.

His friend across the table was already rock hard, clearly excited about how this evening was unfolding. I felt like he was already spoiled enough after winning my panties, so I chose to go to the guy beside him first. His cock was a little softer, but not all the way so. I was practically drooling as I knelt in front of him, and I used that extra saliva to spit on his balls.

"You're out," I heard his friend say. "You made a face."

"I was not expecting that," the guy laughed and started to pull his pants back up. I put my hands on top of his to stop him. His dick was fully hard now and I didn't like that I hadn't even gotten the chance to feel it in my mouth. I cupped his balls in my hand like I originally intended and used my thumb to rub in the spit and give him a nice light massage. I took his whole cock into my mouth and gave him one long, slow suck. He didn't try to hold back his words since he was already out, and I loved to hear the things he said to me. I was feeling pretty good about myself when I moved away to continue on.