A WET DREAM OF MINE.

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Today morning I had a dream, kind of a lucid dream..
I was going to a black tie kind of an event... With a man.. my dream boy may nebe... He got me a dress to wear for the event... It was a long shimmery gown with sequence.. that isn't nearly enough to describe this particular outfit... What it was intended to do I did not understand until I put it on... The fabric in front was barely covering my nipples... Now I don't blame him just yet.. as nothing fits my breasts... I turned around and looked at the back... As if there was any back to look at! It was completely backless.. it was so deep that my ass crack was visible.. my face became all possible shades of crimson red as soon as I saw that... That's when I noticed slits on the both sides... They were all the way upto my waist.. my body was spilling out from all over.. as if that was not enough, the dress was see through.. just at the right places... Like a zebra of sequence... No wonder I felt naked in the dress.. I had no idea what he had in mind escorting me to a place filled with men looking like that.. it was impossible to wear any kind of undergarment under that dress.. Even a thong was making the ass crack look prominent.. my image in the mirror turned me on..
I felt naked before... It was nothing compared to what I felt as soon as I reached the event... The eyes glued to my body wouldn't have mattered as much but then I began thinking what must be going on in their mind.. are they thinking of me as a slut? They think I'm desparate? I'm sure they are thinking this attention is making me wet? Are those two gentlemen sitting in the corner betting on a nip slip? Are they thinking I always dress like this? Did he just looked me in the eye and pointed a finger to his crotch?
I tried to compose myself... There is not point getting paranoid now... Better play the part...better rock this "look".
The waiter leaned a little bit too much while serving me the drink.. every person he introduced me to insisted on hugging instead of a handshake.. and the hugs.. they lingered.. palms did not rest on the shoulder blades like usual but they caressed the back as much as possible.. I was holding on to his hand with my life.. like it was the only thing that was helping me breathe...
He looked me in the eyes.. understanding being looked at like a fresh piece of meat in the market was quite intimidating... He immediately reassured me with a confident smile.. that smile was enough to tell me.. that it was all part of his plan... He was still in control....
He leaned in pushing my hair back... Whispering in my ear. Finish your drink.. let's hit the dance floor.. the drink... I had completely forgotten I was holding a drink in my hand.. I gulped it down in under a second and he laughed.. a genuine laugh.. the laugh I love hearing in the vanila life.. I felt secure he was still there.. this was still us.. and I took his hand heading to the dance floor...
Thank God the dance floor was much darker than rest of the party... Suddenly I didn't feel so naked anymore... I felt a hand resting on my waist.. I leaned on the hand resting my head back on him and we begin to move our bodies to the music.. the dance floor was crowded... I felt no one here had time to look at me.. and I started jumping up and down.. I let go myself to the music.. and I did the first and only mistake of that night... I let go off his hand... It happened so swiftly that I didn't even realised... I had really begin to enjoy the music.. the hands grabbing my body from all the sides.. passing it off as dancing didn't bother me anymore. I was lost to the rhythm... And suddenly the rhythm changed... And I opened my eyes.. only to find myself sandwiched between two Strangers who where grabbing me from both sides and trying to grind at the same time.. before I hit full on panic my eyes tried to search for him... He was sitting all the way across the room at one of those tall bar stools sipping his scotch on the rocks... When did he leave the flood. Why did he leave me alone here with these strangers. Why is there a smirk on his face. Did he just raise his glass to me? So he is ok with this? I still tried to leave the dance floor like a scared little kitten... But the gentlemen gliding their bodies against mine had no intention to let go off me any time soon.. he kept sipping his scotch with his eyes locked with mine.. I again begin to loose myself this time not to the music but to the temptations. That's when he finished his drink and got up. He looked like his mind was set to something. He went to the waiter... And whispered something in his ear.. the man on my back hand his hand under my dress from the sides for a while now but finally he found my nipple... The hard pinch made me shout in pain..but the scream was lost in the music. He understood what happened from my expressions.. and told waiters something.. and the begin to hurry.. I had lost all the control over my body. The man in the front was trying to get the flimsy fabric out of the way so he can finally get the answer to the question he had all night long... How wet were my panties.. I tried to look hard what the waiters were doing.. the seem to be emptying the biggest dinner table the place had.. they took out everything... Everything but steak knives. That's when I finally saw him walking to me. I was panicking over what he is going to say looking at what was happening to my body in the dark. He walked passed the people enjoying the show.. who's existence I had forgotten all this while. He walked passed them directly to me... Came near and told men grinding against me, gentlemen I'm going to borrow her for the dinner now... I was relieved... Relieved this was over. Now we eat dinner go back to our room.. and while fucking my brains out he asks me how turned by what those strangers did to my body.. while walking back he put his handaround my waist. I was feeling proud... We reached the empty table... I looked at him with confusion... He whispered... Sweet pie... You are the dinner... He picked me and put me on the table. There were four men sitting on the four chairs. Two from the dance floor... Two I vaguely remember shaking hands with earlier in the evening... He went and sat at the head of the table gently stroking my hair once he ordered.. begin .. those men took no time to obey the order..they picked up the streak knife placed on their right side... And begin tearing my flimsy sequence gown... Soon I was naked layed down on the dinner table... Waiting to be devoured.
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