The Foam Party

Two weeks later, Sarah received a message from Leon:

“Tonight you’re my dancer. Foam party at the ‘Eclipse Club’. You’ll be dancing on the main stage. Wear something that’s easy to take off.

I want you to get the crowd going wild. Mia will pick you up at 10 pm.”

Sarah’s heart was racing. She was nervous, but also incredibly turned on. She chose a tiny white micro-bikini set that barely covered anything – the top consisted of just two small triangles, the thong almost completely disappearing between her labia. Over it, she wore a short, sheer white dress.

Mia picked her up on time and smiled mysteriously.

“Leon has come up with something very special for you. Tonight you’ll get to really show what you’re capable of.”

The club was already packed when they arrived. The foam party was in full swing – thick, white, fragrant foam covered the floor up to the ankles and sprayed out of several machines. The music boomed deep and bass-heavy.

Sarah was led straight to the main stage in the middle of the club. A bright spotlight shone on her. Hundreds of eyes were fixed on her as she climbed the few steps.

The music grew louder. Sarah began to dance.

At first, she was reserved – she swayed her hips, ran her hands over her body, turned slowly. The foam sprayed up and soaked her within seconds. The little white dress immediately clung to her skin and became almost transparent.

Mia suddenly climbed up onto the platform.

She danced close to Sarah, pressed her body against her and smiled conspiratorially. Then she reached for the hem of the see-through dress.

“For Leon…,” she whispered in Sarah’s ear – and pulled the dress over her head in one swift movement.

The crowd cheered.

Sarah was now standing there in nothing but a tiny white micro-bikini. Her hard nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric. Mia continued to dance close to her, her hands sliding over Sarah’s waist, her bum, her breasts.

Then Mia undid the fastening of the bikini top.

The two little triangles fell away. Sarah’s plump, bare breasts sprang free, her pink nipples stiff and glistening with foam. The crowd went wild.

Sarah was now clad only in the tiny thong. She was absolutely aroused – the stares, the foam, the music, Mia’s touch – it was all driving her mad.

Mia knelt down in front of her, looked deep into her eyes and slowly pulled the last of the thong down. Sarah instinctively spread her legs a little. The wet thong slid down her thighs and fell to the floor.

Now she was completely naked.

Naked, glistening with foam, her pussy smooth and swollen, her nipples hard. Hundreds of people stared up at her, filming, cheering.

And Sarah let them do whatever they wanted to her.

She kept dancing – naked, horny, uninhibited. She turned round, spread her legs, ran her hands over her breasts, kneaded them, tugged at her own nipples. Then she turned round, bent over deeply and showed the crowd her arse and her dripping cunt.

Mia stayed with her the whole time, dancing close to her, kissing her neck, reaching between her legs and briefly rubbing her clit, causing Sarah to moan loudly.

Sarah was in complete ecstasy.

She felt the stares like a thousand hands on her body. The foam ran over her bare breasts, dripped from her nipples, trickled between her legs. She was so aroused she could barely think straight.

Mia wanted more for Sarah.

Suddenly she felt Mia’s hands on her hips from behind. “Enough dancing,” Mia whispered hotly in her ear. “Now show yourself properly.”

Before Sarah could react, Mia gave her a hard shove.

Sarah lost her balance and toppled forwards – straight into the crowd.

A loud, collective cheer rippled through the club as her naked, foam-glistening body fell into the outstretched hands of the crowd.

Instantly, there were hands everywhere. Hundreds of hands.

She was lifted up immediately and began to float above the heads of the crowd – crowd surfing, completely naked.

“Oh God…!” gasped Sarah, but her voice was drowned out by the noise of the music.

The hands were everywhere at once.

Strangers’ fingers dug into her breasts, kneading them roughly, twisting her hard nipples. Other hands pushed between her spread thighs, stroking her wet slit, pressing against her clit. Someone shoved two fingers deep into her cunt as she was carried on. Another pressed his thumb against her tight arsehole and massaged it.

Sarah cried out – half in shame, half in pure lust.

Every second, new hands touched her body. Someone slapped her arse hard, another pulled her labia apart as she glided over the crowd. Fingers fucked her briefly and deeply before she was passed on. Her breasts were squeezed, pulled, crushed. Someone briefly sucked on one of her nipples as she was carried over him.

The foam made everything slippery. Her skin was wet and slick, allowing the hands to glide over her even more easily. Sarah writhed in the air, her hips twitching uncontrollably, whilst strangers’ fingers repeatedly penetrated her dripping cunt and slid back out again.

“Fuuuuck…,” she moaned loudly, her eyes half-closed.

She was carried further, deeper and deeper into the crowd. Hands stroked her stomach, her arse, her thighs. Someone spread her legs even wider as she hovered above the heads, and shoved three fingers deep into her cunt. Sarah screamed and came almost immediately – a short, intense orgasm that sent shivers through her body. Her cunt clenched spasmodically around the stranger’s fingers, and a gush of her wetness ran over the stranger’s hand.

Mia was still standing on the platform, filming everything with a broad grin.

Sarah was carried on, naked, glistening, moaning – a living sex toy for the whole crowd. Fingers were everywhere: in her cunt, at her arsehole, on her breasts, in her mouth.