Dance De Sade - My Quest...

January the 14th 2005 I skirted the edges of the grand ballroom, my eyes not sure what they were seeking, but I knew that I would be aware when I saw it. So many beautiful men had attended this annual event. The dance itself was a private invitation event. Anyone who was anyone attended, each costume more beautiful and elaborate than before. The music had jungle overtones, causing a shift in the steady throbbing of my private regions. I couldn't believe what a subtle difference in music could actually do to the body, shifting it from one type of orgasmic mood to another. I loved the feeling of the bass throbbing against my body on the dance floor and quite obviously, by looking around me, I could see I wasn't the only one. I ran my hands down my body, feeling my linen and velvet, hugging my body. I wanted a cock in me. I wanted to be fucked and fucked hard. I wanted it all. I wanted a sound and solid fucking but I wanted others to watch. I knew exactly what I needed and I was on the hunt. My eyes continued to sweep the room, recognizing faces here and there, watching as men took women behind the big pillars and raised their skirts, diddling their vaginas right there at the edge of the dance floor. Up here, the de Sade Society members got to experience the type of vanilla "debauchery" that only existed in romance novels where "manhood's" throbbed, not cocks. Compared to what was going on in the dungeon, the events up here paled. The true tradition lay in the dungeons below this very room. I ran my hands down my body again, adjusting the bodice of my gown so that my nipples sat erect and extended just over the neckline's edge. Other women at the ball had bared breasts, beautiful each in a singular way. I watched as a man in a horse's costume danced by with a wood nymph. The man had a huge erection sticking out of his costume, the phallus of a horse, long and bulbous. I followed them, intrigued by the manner in which the costume part had been made. The couple ducked out of the ballroom and I trailed after them. Through the downstairs rooms, they opened doors and explored. When they came to the library doors, they looked around as I stood in the shadows and ducked into the library, not closing the door behind them. I slipped in after them. I blinked, adjusting my eyes to the dim interior. No light but the torches outside the large French windows lit the room. Enchanting any other time and a good cover for me now. I heard them laugh softly and whisper to each other. I couldn't make out the words, whispered so softly. I finally caught sight of them over by the windows, outlined in the back lighting. Suddenly the nymph dropped to her knees and began to suck on that huge fake phallus, moaning as she pushed all she could of it into her mouth. I almost laughed out loud at the absurdity of it all. The man was positively gorgeous, his body most certainly from what I could see of it. I listened to the woman gobble that huge phallus and finally I could stand it no longer and cleared my throat. They both jumped at the sound, but the nymph stayed on her knees as I closed the door, although she had released his cock thing. Neither said anything to me and I approached them at the large window. When I came closer I was completely astounded to see that his cock was actually real, the measurements of a horse, but very much his real cock. I could hardly tear my eyes from it; so extraordinary was its overall size. My cunt throbbed to try to stuff that in it. It sent smears of cunt juice across my thighs as I imagined sliding down that big pole. I reached out and as I did, I met the nymph's eyes, asking silently if it was ok with her. She moved my hand closer and I grasped hold of it, my fingers not meeting when I encircled it. I closed my eyes a moment, my breathing shallow, as I stroked this magnificent cock. The nymph put her lips back on the large swollen head as my hand moved up and down the very long shaft. We both seemed lost in our ministrations. Finally, shaking myself out of the daze, I asked them both if I might use this amazing took and be fucked. I told them that my pussy need a royal reaming and I'd seen his cock waving about in the grand ballroom. They both nodded their agreement, still seeming a bit stunned at the way I went about this. I decided I could wait no longer, so I dragged the two out to the ballroom again, straight to the centre of the dance floor. I hiked my dress and petticoats up over my buttocks, the rounded flesh of them now uncovered for all to see. When I looked up into the faces of those crowded around us, I nearly came right then and there. I loved to be watched. I was a complete exhibitionist at heart and I listened closely for that heavy breathing that accompanies those watching live sex. I rubbed my fingertips through my slit, wetting myself thoroughly. I ordered the horse to lay down on the floor, his cock free and hard as a rock. It was easily the size and girth of my forearm. He did as he was told and I quickly stood over him, my dress hiked up, my naked sex for all the members to see. I shoved my fingers in the juices like a street whore slick with customer come and squatted down on the thick hard cock beneath me. It massive head pushed its way into my vagina, stretching it wide. It was ripping me apart but it felt so fucking good. I slowly took my time, letting myself slid a good portion of the way down that hefty cock. My body spread wider and my legs opened as far as they could. I was displayed for all to see, madly rubbing my clit, my body invaded with the largest of spears. I grunted and pushed myself further down on his rod. I grunted like I was being split in two. And then I began the upstroke. I thought I was going to faint. I made the most incredible animal noises as I fucked up and down on that massive pole. It entered my cunt and withdrew with the movements of my body. I am still astounded at how hard I fucked that pole. I forced myself to go further, so I pushed my twat hard onto the cock. I hissed and shoved down. I had nearly buried the whole thing in my hole. Incredible. I began to fuck it again, moving my body up and down on this cock. The spectators cheered, raising their goblets to toast us and shoving fingers and tongues into vaginas and suck on cocks. I predicted one huge orgy by late tonight. The wood nymph, which up until now had occupied herself with her own fingers, brought those magic hands over and pushed a finger into my ass. My dark shoot took it and, grunting hard, I kept on fucking that enormous cock. The nymph kept her finger tightly pushed into my back hole, riding with me on this new toy. I rode and rode hard, looking into the face of every person watching me. I wanted to connect. These people wanted to do this. They wanted others to watch them but couldn't bring themselves to openly fuck others. So they lived vicariously through me. I didn't mind. I fucked the horse man all the harder. I drove my cunt down onto his huge rod, feeling it every inch of the way. All of a sudden, I came…hard. Harder than I remember climaxing for a very long time. I jerked and came hard. When he indicated to me that he was going to shoot his load, I lifted my box off of it and grabbed the nymph by the hair, positioning her mouth over the hole in his massive organ. He groaned and shoved his pelvis forward, his swollen head sliding into her mouth. It slid out again and he jerked sending long thick hot streams of salty cum straight into her open mouth. She lapped at it and swallowed mouthful after mouthful as the thick pasty fluid nearly choked her. I held fast to her hair as she took every drop. Kissing her, I let her go. I wished them both a lovely evening. Adjusting my gown, I felt my cunt juices dripping down my inner thighs as I made my way back to the dungeon for the "real" party…