Fantasy #1

I have harbored a fantasy (and isn't this how these things always start) since my days as an undergrad. It was in my first year that I discovered Anaís Nin and began reading and re-reading The Delta of Venus again and again. I would lay outside in a chaise in the crowded urban back yard of my dingy little apartment, covered in a blanket to assist the meager March sun's rays, reading the book, daring anyone to say something to me, and masturbating furiously.

The germ of my fantasy sprang from Nin's book. The story I would read repeatedly was one in which a young woman goes horse riding with her friend and when they stop to rest, her friend whips her with the riding crop, making her squirm under the delightful pain. This story opened my mind to the possibility that my want, my need, to be dominated was not such an aberration after all. The story sunk deep roots into my mind, affecting all my fantasy life in some way. I frequently fantasized and masturbated, and still do. Obsessively one might say. I'd try just about any type of lubricant- from butter to spit to an ice cube, especially in the wicked southern summers, always thinking about being spanked or tied up or being used by many men at one go. I'd wear out various vibrators quickly, but would keep them to use as dildos, exploring anal penetration and double penetration with them.

And it was during this time that I developed one of my most enduring fantasies. In this fantasy, I am set upon a lavish banquet table, in an echoing hall, without clothes, hands bound behind my back, blindfolded in the 'child's pose' on the table. Surrounding me are many plates of various food offerings and bottles of wine. Soon I hear the host greeting his guests. He leads them into the hall and invites them to help themselves to whatever they might like. At first, I feel fabric brushing against me as men and women mill about the table, talking and laughing, picking up some fruit here, cheese there, seemingly oblivious to my presence. I can feel a lustrous glow on my cheeks as people begin to press closer to me.

After what seems like hours, I feel an object being pressed against my lips. I part them and chew on the grape that has been proffered. The conversation continues around me-I am like a second thought, forgotten and then remembered when stumbled upon. I feel something else on my lips. This time a sticky orange. It feels like a man's hand and he pushes his fingers in too, urging me to lick and suck off the juice the orange has left. As he is doing this, I feel soft fingers pinching my nipples. They instantly engorge and I am distracted by how they sway and brush against the rough cloth covering the table.

The fingers are withdrawn from my mouth and I feel a sharp nip on my nipple and then the other. Two different mouths are nursing me, pulling and sucking hard on my erect nipples. The conversation continues but as the sucking becomes more insistent, I feel another hand on my ass, a finger and then two pushing into my very wet cunt. That same hand comes to my mouth, pushing the fingers in so that I can taste myself. A hint of orange musk lingers on my lips. I can feel the table vibrate as someone crawls up onto it, positioning themselves behind me. It is another man and he grips my hips tight as he pushes his hard cock all the way into my cunt. As I let out a gasp, another cock is placed in my mouth. I feel a woman's soft face against my clit and the sucking on my breasts has not abated.

I feel overwhelmed but then another hand is now on my ass, pushing very slick fingers into my anus, probing, pushing, stretching. It is soon replaced by a leather covered phallus, and I feel myself being pumped and pulled from every direction. But, none of them care to bring me to climax. As I get closer, the cock in my mouth bursts simultaneously with the one in my pussy. The woman pulls away from my clit and positions herself on the table so that now her clit is under my lips and I begin to lick her obediently. Another cock slips into my soaked pussy and another slips into my stretched ass. I feel fingers pinching my nipples, relentless, but I am not allowed release. I know not to complain in any way.

The party continues, and I entertain any and all who place anything within me or near my mouth. I am aching from the position, sore from all the use, cum and other liquids dripping down between my legs, my face caked with dried semen as are my breasts. But I continue to entertain, tasting myself again and again on the cocks that have emptied inside my cunt, my ass and then my mouth, not wanting to disappoint the host.

The party begins to decline and the guests filter out. I receive one last pinch and the door closes for the last time. I remain still on the table. The host comes to me and whispers in my ear that I have pleased him. He unties me but does not remove the blindfold. He lifts me from the table, my legs are too cramped to walk and takes me into his bedroom.