Erotic fiction inspired by Nate
I’ve never felt more exposed. My nipples are poking out through the strategically placed holes in my black net bodysuit, so hard and sensitive that the slightest breath across them makes me shiver with excitement. That alone would make me feel vulnerable enough, with so many eyes on me; but the hole at the crotch that displays my pussy to all these strangers is a step too far. I would be very upset with my mistress for dressing me like this… if I didn’t feel so incredibly aroused.
She told me we were going to a party, but she didn’t mention that it was a gathering of dominants and I would be the only submissive there. It makes me feel like a cupcake in a patisserie window, with all these hungry eyes devouring me. Anyone can look, but only my mistress can hold the end of the leash that’s fastened to the studded collar around my neck, signifying her ownership of me. Now she towers over me in her skyscraper heels, whispering fiercely in my ear.
“You little slut… don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this!” I steal a glance at her, blushing and looking away when I see the heat I’m feeling mirrored in her eyes, her pupils blown with lust. “You know everyone in here is thinking about fucking you,” she hisses. “I’ll bet you’re dripping wet. Admit it, you want to be touched by them all, don’t you? Maybe I’ll pass you around and let them all do what they want to you… isn’t that what you’d like?”
I hesitate, not sure which answer will get me the biggest reward… or the biggest punishment. Maybe both. When she tugs sharply on my leash, I nod apprehensively.
“Slut!” she hisses again. “Show me!” She slides a stockinged leg between my thighs, pushing my legs apart. The friction of her nylon-clad skin rubbing against my bare pussy is delicious, and I stifle a moan. If I let her know I’m enjoying it too much she might stop, and I don’t think I want that.
She moves behind me, sliding one arm around my waist to hold me tight against her body, as her other hand moves down between my legs. She has been holding a glass of champagne, and her fingers are cold. She rests them at the cleft of my thighs for a long moment, then curls them and presses harder, so her icy fingertips dip into the slick groove of my pussy.
I can’t quite believe this is happening. She’s shown me off in public before, but never so blatantly. Maybe she really is going to pass me around like a party favor? The thought of strange hands all over me, coupled with the sensations sparked by her fingers wriggling deeper into my pussy, almost makes my legs buckle. I struggle to control my shaking; it wouldn’t do to let her know how much I’m getting off on it, or she might stop, just to torment me.
She’s getting off on it too, though. Her movements are getting rougher and more urgent, three fingers plunging into me hard and fast, slippery with my juice. She grinds against my G-spot with each stroke, sending sparkling bursts of pleasure shooting through me. Until now my eyes have been timidly fixed on the floor, but as I start to soar towards my orgasm I dare to lift my gaze and look around me. What I see sends me over the edge into a dizzying climax – dozens of pairs of eyes fixed on me; smiles of approval, darkly lustful stares; couples whispering and pointing and touching each other as they watch me getting ravaged in front of them. The scene whirls and blurs before me as I shudder and buck on my mistress’ fingers, her arm gripping around my waist and holding me upright as I convulse.
She’s got what she always gets; she’s reduced me to a quivering, compliant, endorphin-drunk fool, and now I’m expecting her to lead me into a quiet room and have me eat her pussy in private. No public displays for her. But what happens next takes me utterly by surprise, and makes me worship her even more.
At a nod from her, a couple approaches. I have no idea if she knows them or if they are as much strangers to her as they are to me, but without preamble, she hands the end of my leash to the man, and pushes the girl to her knees in front of me. As the girl’s hot tongue swipes along my saturated slit, I start to tremble with excitement again…
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