A fantasy

by Dylan

I tell her to dress sexy for the party.  Somewhere where classy meets slutty.  Such as a skin-tight dress, a little short, and with nothing underneath.  I have plans for this party and I don’t want a set of panties getting in the way.

I come to pick her up dressed in a blue button-down shirt and a pair of black slacks.  She’s wearing a short red dress, just like I told her.  I approach her and press my body against hers and lean in for a kiss while I run my hand up her leg to be sure she’s followed all my instructions.  And she has.  Good girl.  I run my hand over her exposed cunt while our lips are still pressed together.  She exhales deeply.  (We’re a good match.  I inhale deeply when stimulated or touched gently and she exhales.)

“Come along,” I say, grabbing her by the hand and taking her to the cab parked in front of her building.  We hop in.  The cab begins to drive and I don’t take long before I’m rubbing her exposed twat again.  It’s hard to tell if the driver’s noticed.  He’s shifted his rearview mirror and Ella is doing a decent job keeping from making noise, but it is a small car with three people, and eventually he’s going to catch on.  Especially as my baby gets wetter and wetter and can’t keep her mouth closed and lets out a muffled whimper which alerts our driver to the inappropriate behavior in his cab.  Now he’s definitely keeping his ear on us while watching the road.  It’s unfortunate for him that our destination is so close.

We mingle at the party casually, but I don’t really let up.  I go for the occasional grope when nobody’s looking, kiss her neck, whisper in her ear that I want to bend her over right then and there.  I just like to keep her on edge, especially at that one moment when, as we’re alone in a corner, I slide a finger up inside her.  She closes her lips tightly to prevent the moan that tries to escape.  Good job, Ella, keeping quiet.  How long can you keep that up?

After a couple hours at the party, I slip a finger into her mouth.  It’s bent, so I can catch it against the back of her teeth and guide her, which I do, right to the bathroom.  I push her in.  Then, I force her to her knees and undo my pants.  What a good, obedient little girl you are, Ella, devouring my cock so hungrily.  You like the taste?  Good girl.  Hold your head still.  I’m going to grab your hair and guide you while I fuck your mouth.

When I’m done getting head, I pull her by the hair to her feet and I lift up her short dress and begin to finger her.  Now she can’t keep quiet.  There’s a door between us and the party, but it’s not the thickest of doors.  I bet they can hear her, much as she may try to stay quiet, even as I lick her clit while my finger is inside her, hitting her g-spot.  Go ahead, baby, moan as loud as you want.

I stop finger-fucking her and tell her to lie down.  It’s a nice, clean bathroom floor, so no worries.  You won’t be thinking about the floor in a moment.  I spread her legs and – after a little more oral, of course, I get up nice and close to her and just slip the head of my dick inside her.  Just enough to tease her.  Want more, baby?  I like it when you rock your hips like that, trying to get more of me inside you.  Want a little more, baby?  A little more than that?  Have all of it!

Her head rolls back and a moaning grunt comes from her mouth as I jam myself all the way into her, then pull out verrrrrry slowly, and quickly back in again.  I keep that pace up for a few minutes as I command her to play with my chest.  I speed up a little.  A steady, firm pace, but not super speedy, just as she likes it.  I keep that up and ask her how she likes being fucked in a bathroom with hundreds of people outside.  “I love it,” she says, barely able to mutter a sentence.  I can always tell when she’s about to cum.  When each individual moan is shorter in length than the previous one, she’s preparing for that one enormous moan.  She’s getting close to orgasm now.

I look her right in the eye.

“Don’t you dare.”

Her eyes widen at my command, but you’ll be a good girl, won’t you, Ella?  In the meantime, I’m going to take my sweet time getting myself off just so I can make life harder on you, get you more worked up.  And my girl knows when I’m going to get myself off.  I go steady when I’m stimulating her, but speed up to an intense pace when I want to cum, so after a half hour or so, I start at that furious speed that I know she enjoys as well, and my grunts get higher and higher pitched.  But I’m not going to cum in her cunt.  No, we’re going back to the party, and I could easily expose her in her pantiless state by letting my cum drip down her leg thanks to gravity, but I have a better plan.  I’m going to cum on the floor and leave her in her denied state.  If she’s not exposed, she’ll try like hell, thinking maybe, maybe she can control her urge and horniness.  But I won’t make it easy.  Every kiss on the neck, dirty whisper, illicit grab will get her nerves rushing, wishing they had gotten their needed release.  No, she’ll have to keep from making herself seem as turned on as she truly is, as she walks around, exposed under her dress and the victim of my merciless teasing.

Come along, baby.  We’ve got friends to entertain.

~ by Dylan on October 29, 2008.