There's a Party in My Pants and Five are Invited - Sex Stories

There's a Party in My Pants and Five are Invited

For as long as I can remember I have always fantasized about being with multiple people at the same time. Not a gang bang or anything, but just having more than one person sexually pleasing me at the same time. Having it all about me, having them serve me, and please me, and adore me; and one time at a party, this fantasy finally came true. Sort of. The names have been omitted to protect the not so innocent. I walked into the party like I owned the place, dressed to command attention in tight pants and a low cut shirt, looking to find my perfect mark. It was packed, but not too full that one couldn’t move around the rooms with some personal space to spare, but with enough people to have some anonymity. Most of the faces I recognized from around and more than a few men were turned my way. I smiled politely and assessed the potential of each. I wanted someone that I knew, someone that I had flirted with before and someone I knew wanted me. I turned to face the bar and that someone just happened to be standing there, unaware of my arrival. I sauntered over to the bar and slipped up beside him, close enough so he could feel my body pressed against him. He stiffened and turned to face me. I didn’t move, requiring him to brush against my chest. His blush was cute, especially on an older, bald man. I leaned into him, my breath hot on his ear and whispered, “Follow me.” I didn’t wait to see if he would follow; I knew he would. I walked farther into the house and found an empty ...

... bedroom. I waited behind the door, ready to shut it when he walked through and I smiled a sardonic smile when he jumped slightly as the door clicked shut. The sound was soft, but the implications were unmistakable. He was caught. I wondered if he felt what a fly must feel when it realizes it is stuck in a web and the spider is coming to devour it. “Sit,” I commanded and pointed to the bed. He complied, never taking his eyes off me. I took my time stalking the short distance from the door to the bed. The room was dim, lit only by the subdued glow from one bedside lamp, but I could still see the blush that colored his cheeks and head. I stood in front of him and began to crawl onto him and the bed, forcing him to lay back. As I sat there straddling his lap and looking into his very aroused but slightly frightened eyes, I knew I had found the perfect person to play with. “I want to play a game with you. Would you like to play with me?” I lowered my hips down onto his lap, and slowly ground against him. The little secret in my panties made the movement that much more enjoyable and I shivered slightly. He nodded. “I have a vibrator in my panties, snuggled up against my clit. In my hand I hold the remote.” I dangled the purple fob by the chain and swung it in front of his eyes like a hypnotist. I pressed down harder on him and turned it on. When his eyes widened, I knew he could feel the vibration. I rocked my hips and took pleasure in the involuntary moan that escaped his lips. I turned ...