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Dance For Me

By: Sash_UK



I had accompanied my Master to the Arabia's. We had taken 3 long months touring with the other Knights of the Realm, the reason of the tour was to establish a route for the forth coming Holy Battles, to draw all worlds into Christianity. Where my Master went I followed as was customary. 

A Sultan invited my Master James and his fellow Knight to an evening of entertainment. It was a rowdy event, with many loose women and looser men. Women of Arab persuasion openly and brazenly showing flesh and throwing themselves upon the Knights. I sat quietly at my Masters feet as was my duty, ready to serve him should that be his wish.

My eyes widened in shock as a group of veiled women began an erotic dance before the Sultan. The three women performed a dance in front of him, removing an article of clothing at each move of the routine. My gasp was audible as they were totally naked and in front of their Sultan; their brown bodies undulating before him, parted legs standing just above his face. Their sex showing to him, he was grasping at them, and grabbed one and parted her sex and tasted her there. I turned to see my Master transfixed to those golden glistening bodies, writhing in a strange sexual dance before their master. My Master's trousers showed a confirmation of his excitement. I felt his hands come down to my head and he just stroked my golden locks idly as his gaze was upon the Sultans sluts.

That night my Lord took me with fervour I had not seen before. He moaned into my ears and called me his little whore, his wench, his slut, his words thrilled me beyond comparison, and he set his Slave's body on fire.

Now though we were back in the Britain's, my Master was very busy consulting the Court of the tour of Duty and he kept the King aware of all that he needed to know. I spent the days, taking care of my Master's abode and his finery. Of a night I would be his Slut and he would love my body and treat me with his gentle love and authority as if I were a precious Angel.

One evening, my Master James, returned from court early, I had already laid his feast as always and the servants scurried to accommodate the fellow Knights that he had brought with him.

"Lady Katherine, come here." He pointed to his feet and I ran from my position in the corner and knelt at his feet.

"Yes, my Lord?" I trembled at my Master's feet, his countenance was dark, and I could not read his mood.

The Knights were busy teasing the serving wenches, and laughing and joking rowdily in our main hall. My Lord pulled me to his side and whispered in my ear.

"Tonight Katherine, My Katherine, you are to perform for me like the Sultan's sluts. I want you to strip for me and dance for me as the slut's did. Shall you obey me?"

Pulling away in horror, I looked at my Master's face and fell to the floor on my knee's. I took a deep breath.

"My Lord, if that is what Thou should require from me, then shall it be so". A smile played across his rugged handsome face, as he held his hand out to me and pulled me to my feet.

"Then my sweet wench, go forth to my chambers and in my casket, find thee amongst the articles a garment of many hues. I shall expect thee back here, fragranced with musk and in the attire I have chosen for thee."

My whole body trembled as I curtsied and departed from his presence. Running the length of his castle corridors I entered my Master's chamber. My laughter must have resounded down the walls of the castle as I viewed the garments of silk that he had chosen for me. Hurriedly I dressed and prepared as my Lord had ordered and I trotted down the draughty corridors to the main hall and the warmth of it's huge fires. In my absence the main huge oak table had been shifted and my Master was seated with his Knight's upon the floor on an array of large cushions. He sat close to the roaring range fire and his eyes, met mine as I stepped into the light of the room.

The curves of my body were veiled in many layers of silk, my sex was covered in a flimsy cotton, hiding my shorn cunt as my status of a Lady of the realm required. My body shivered as I realised that my Sire expected me to go through with this in the presence of his guests. Holding my head high I moved further into the room, curtsied before my Lord and stood still waiting for his command. My eyes kept his gaze as I stood there, drawing strength from the love in his eyes. My slutty heart was thrilled by the way his eyes caressed my scanty clad figure. As far as I could feel now, he was the only One there.

He motioned to the musician in the corner to begin the play. The music was of slow tempo, I closed my eyes and allowed the music to wrap over me and lead me on. Moving slowly in tune to the beat of the music, I danced across the floor, my mind recalling the moves of the sluts. I span and twirled as I moved, my hands grabbing and removing a layer of silk at a time, dropping them upon the Knight's on the floor. My hands ran across my form, as my eyes met my Master's. I followed his gaze with my touch and teased my body as were his eyes. The room was silent apart from the hypnotic flow of the music.

Master's breath was short I could see by the heaving of his muscular chest. My last few steps brought me to him, with just a sliver of cotton covering my breasts and shaven cunt. He dragged me down to his arms and ripped them from me. The cheers from the Knights did not stir him. I did not stir from his look. His whole body was trembling at this point and he commanded in a harsh whisper.

"Dance!"

Pushing me to stand, he sat reclined against the cushions oblivious to his guests. I stood either side of his legs, my wet sex so close to his face, as I moved my body on to the music. My hips swaying in front of him, my hands roaming my body, cupping my large breasts in front of him, I turned and rocked my luscious arse in front of his face, allowing the room to see my swaying orb like breasts to them, as my Master's face was in touching distance of my now dripping sex. Working my body back round to face him, I shimmied down to a crouch upon his lap and teased upon his groin, my hips grinding my sodden cunt upon his groin. His groans of appreciation sent me into the oblivion of desire and my dance became more erratic and sensuous. Standing once more, I swayed to the music before him, teasing at his face with my hardened nipples.

With a mighty roar, he stood up, causing me to fall to the cushions. He pointed to the Knight's.

"Leave us now! Clear this room, serfs also"

The room emptied and I lay there on the floor as he turned to me.

"My delicious wench, my Katherine, oh how you have delighted me, how you have caused me to hunger for you. You have pleased me beyond wonder, that you shouldst do this for me is a great jewel to my heart."

My body tiny next to his, he picked me up in his arms and bore me to the oaken table, his strong hands holding me firm in his grasp, he laid me upon the table, my legs parted for him. His mouth trailed down in soft kisses against my milky, soft flesh of my thighs, his tongue teased at my sex hungry sex. His teeth nipped and played with my clit, and I lay there in rapture at his tenderness. 

Ripping his clothes from himself, he stood before me as the magnificent Stallion of a man that he was. His throbbing member standing proud before him, like the dashing sword he carried into battle. His heavy balls glistened in the candle lit hall, my eyes could not tear away from his splendour. Even as he thrust three fingers into my whorish cunt, and teased me, I dare not take my eyes from his.

With his strong arms he turned and lifted me over till I was bent over the table, his hand firmly planted on the small of my back, my breasts crushed against the wood. An animal like growl escaped him as he plunged deep into me his slut, his slave, his lover, just his. My screams of delight pleased him, and he caressed my back with each thrust of his mighty rod into me. He whispered to me as he rutted to me, words of love and lust. Each thrust was a plethora of sensations. His heavy balls ground against my clit, dragging me closer and closer to the edge of delights oblivion. My inner sex clenched against him in a hunger unbeknownst. I was pushed bodily against the wood of the table with each heavy, powerful thrust.

His moans becoming louder as his passion intensified, his movements less fluid as I could feel my Master's pleasure build. His member throbbed within me at each new plunge and as he increased his speed, we both came in a mighty climax. His hot seed shot into my core, with a force like never before. He screamed almost as it left his heavy balls and coursed through into me His one. Collapsing against His one, he kissed me tenderly upon my neck, as his member continued to empty and fill me. Then as he softened within me, he lifted me and carried me to his chamber, where in his arms I slept the whole night through. His words of love running through my whole being. My love for him, burned into his very soul.

Dance For Me



Waiting for my husband to join me, I slowly sipped my drink and listened to the music while I watched people filing into the club. Just then I saw someone coming toward me. 

"Hi, I'm Jonathan. I was just leaving when I caught the vision of your overwhelming beauty. I knew I had to come over and introduce myself to you in the hopes that I might get to know you. Would you like to dance?" he asked. 

"Not right now, but thanks for asking," I politely responded. I didn't want to embarrass him with a flat out rejection. 

"Maybe later then?" Jonathan countered. 

Flashing a smile, I replied, "Actually, I am with my husband. " 

Turning to Michael who had just arrived, I added. "Honey, this is Jonathan. Jonathan this is my husband Michael." Michael reached out to shake hands with Jonathan. 

Jonathan immediately apologized, saying "Sorry, I think I was out of line. Have a nice evening." 

He turned to walk away when Michael spoke quickly. "No, no... you weren't out of line. Actually I don't mind sharing my wife for one dance with you. After all I owe that you, you are the country's greatest sport star." Then, turning toward me, he said, "Alice, do you mind honey?" 

I was confused and Michael felt some explanation was necessary. "Alice, he is the Jonathan, the guy who single-handedly won the last three matches for our country. The whole country expect a lot from him for the world cup next year." 

Jonathan smiled and said "Glad to meet you Michael, and thanks for sharing your wonderful wife with me!" 

Jonathan took me by the hand and led me across the darkened room. I tried to keep my distance from him, but he slipped his arm about my waist and pulled my body close to his. "That's a beautiful dress," he said, half whispering. 

I quite liked the dress I was wearing that evening. But hearing it from a sport star was flattering. It can't hurt for a star to like you, I figured. I turned around towards Michael and saw that he had gone back to his group of DJ friends who were responsible for the music that night. 

Moments later when the song ended, Jonathan brought me back to Michael and said, "Thanks again Michael. And thank you Alice, you were wonderful. It was a pleasure." 

Michael replied warmly: "Well, I certainly enjoyed helping out. Keep doing the country proud. And yes, she is wonderful." 

Jonathan excused himself after once again thanking Michael and me for the dance, and went back to his table. 

"The guys won't believe this when I tell them at the office tomorrow. How come you did not recognize him in the first place is simply beyond me." 

"It's simple. I don't share your fascination for sports," I said. 

"Nice looking fellow, though" Michael spoke, with a mock tone. 

"Yeah, and a pretty good dancer too." I replied, showing Michael that I enjoyed the situation as much as he did. 

Later Michael and I danced a couple of dances and enjoyed our evening together. Jonathan made no further attempts to interrupt, although each time I looked at his table, Jonathan was watching Michael and me. I smiled when we made eye contact and started to feel disappointed that he had not asked me for another dance. Michael finally noticed this and said, "Hey, why don't you go and ask him?" 

"I can't! If he wants to dance again, he'd ask." 

"Maybe, he doesn't want to interfere in our evening, and he thinks we want to be alone." Michael had a point. Jonathan had seemed like a very considerate man, and probably he didn't want to be intrusive. 

"Yeah, maybe so" I was looking toward Jonathan's table as I spoke. At the same moment a waitress approached us with a complimentary cocktail. "The guy sitting over there asked me to send this drink to you. Do you want it?" queried the waitress. 

We glanced over to see who my benefactor was. Jonathan motioned with a friendly wave as we looked. At the same moment Michael took the opportunity to signal him, swirling her finger in the air to mimick dancing circles. Jonathan smiled broadly, then quickly got up and walked towards us. Michael whispered in my ears "Try to get a signed autograph from him". 

The band started playing another song as he walked and I got up to meet him on the dance floor. Initially we embraced rather awkwardly, but then Jonathan took charge and pulled me tight against his body. 

"Alice, that's a lovely name. Doesn't it sound sexy?" 

I flirtatiously countered, "Whatever you say. You are the country's pride." 

His eyes perked up as he responded while staring into my eyes. "You are really attractive, Alice, a really stunning beauty". 

Despite his obvious come on, I found myself almost at a loss what to answer back. "Well Jonathan, you're not so bad looking yourself." 

As we talked more, I found myself becoming growingly interested in knowing about him and what in him held my own husband in so much fascination. As we circled around to the soft beat of the music I could see Michael was still watching us, though the darkly lit room and the other couples on the floor made it difficult for him to see us properly. 

"If I were your husband, there's no way I'd let you dance with another man," Jonathan said, following the direction of my eyes. 

"Well, you're not my husband," I said. 

"I wish I was - I'd give anything to make love to you!" 

"Please, don't say this," I said, trying to control myself. I wished he would quit rubbing my back. 

Gazing into my eyes, Jonathan then let out a deep sigh and leaned forward saying "As I mentioned to you, I was just leaving before I was distracted by your amazing beauty. The fact of the matter is, though, that I really do have to go." 

I looked at him with what I was sure was a stunned look of disappointment on my face. He went on to say "Look, Alice, I feel like we really have some sort of connection, and I think that I had better leave before this goes any further." He paused and then added, "I think it would be for the best to stop now." 

As disappointed as I felt, slowly it came back to me that I was married and my husband was just across the dance floor watching me. Jonathan was correct; his having to leave probably was for the best. I told him that I was sorry he had to leave, but that I understood. 

Without asking for approval, Jonathan then moved his lips toward mine. Rather than pull back, I let him kiss me. What started as a gentle peck turned into a long, intoxicating kiss that I couldn't disengage from. I just wished the couples around us were obstructing Michael from seeing us. 

As we continued to kiss I found myself drifting further off into the moment until he interrupted the passion. As he was about to depart Jonathan said, "Who knows, maybe I'll be lucky and our paths will cross again sometime." He then turned around and left. 

I started to make my way to where Michael was. I slowly moved along the side of the dance floor still confused by the turn of events and I found that I could not focus on my thoughts. Something kept interfering; a small voice that was whispering my name over and over. "Alice! Alice" I smiled thinking about Michael's request for an autograph from Jonathan. I did get it for him, but he would have to take it from my lips. 

Just then my arm was grabbed and I found myself being pulled as a voice whispered, "What do you say we step outside for some ... fresh air?" 

Taken slightly off guard, I backed away and turned to the wall, closing my eyes as if to re-focus. Taking a deep breath I opened my eyes and turned back only to find him standing there. Tall and dark-, he towered over me. Before I could turn away, he reached for me and held me close to him. His eyes seemed to burn into mine and I could hear him ask, "Do you want to come with me?" 

Unable to speak I could only nod my head. My mind could not function; the terror was so strong. Finally, I was able to find my voice. Overcome by the intoxication of my passion, I said, with a tone of desperation in my voice, "Let's go." 

Jonathan immediately grabbed my hand and began to lead me outside. He led me out of the club around to the side of the building. I followed him to a somewhat secluded area off of the beaten path behind a large clump of shrubs and trees. I was unsure of what I was looking for and I couldn't exactly explain what I felt. But I knew the one thing that I needed was that which would give me release and contentment. My heart was beating fast in my eagerness; my body ached with need. I inhaled deeply, trying to hang on to sanity. 

For an instant, I considered running, but that thought quickly vanished when he approached me. His face was handsome; his body lean. I stood there, trembling, eager to find out what was going to happen next. His warm hand touched my neck. My pulse quickened at his touch, making me gasp with pain and desire. He smiled slightly and pressed me against a tree. 

Unsure of what to do next I just stood there and watched as he, in turn, watched me. My mind went into confusion again. "This cannot be happening. I have to be dreaming." 

I looked down at his hand, which were onlly inches from mine, unsure what to do next. This time, however, I knew there would be no release. I could feel his breath in my hair as he gently tilted my head back. I was again staring into his eyes, which seemed to pierce my very soul. 

"Alice, look at me," he said. 

I glanced up to see him tenderly staring down at me. "Please, tell me why we are here and why you are doing this to me!" 

"I want to fulfill your every wish. Tell me you do not want this from me and I will go now!" 

But even as he spoke to me I could feel his lips start to gently brush my cheek making small trails down towards my throat. I stiffened, knowing his intentions, but it was to no avail. At first I just felt the cool touch of his lips against my throat. Suddenly, there was numbness as if my life force was slowly being drained from me. Struggling was useless, his grip holding me fast. It seemed like forever, but was actually only a minute, when he raised his head and looked down at me. I heard him say, "You belong to me, now, Alice!" 

Tenderly, Jonathan pulled me towards him. Too tired to fight I surrendered myself to his kiss. As his lips touched my throat I closed my eyes, feeling the now familiar pleasure his kiss brought to me. Slowly the numbness settled itself over me and I could feel myself becoming listless. His kiss went deeper and, just at the point where I knew it would be all over, he raised his head. I almost collapsed at his feet, but he gently lowered me to the sand. I could not breathe as I felt myself slowly drifting away. 

He continued to kiss my throat. I shivered in anticipation of the promises borne in his kiss. I tilted my head back in silent need as his mouth moved to my breast through the material of my dress, kissing both of them, taking turns between them. My back arched of its own accord and a moan escaped my lips. My body trembled with need, my veins making me ache with desire and wanting. 

His hand sweetly cupped my face and his other arm encircled my waist, pulling me closer to him. His tenderness made me feel so secure and made me feel as though he was kissing me with his heart. 

Then, I felt the caress of his hand on my breast. The way he teased my nipples between his fingers sent erotic sensations throughout my entire body, causing me to arch up towards him. 

He kissed me so passionately and occasionally trailed kissed down my neck and chest, licking my cleavage only to return to my lips. His hand was constantly busy, paying attention to each erect nipple and caressing the soft skin on my torso. Our passion was mounting and I literally throbbed for him. It felt as if my heart was beating between my legs along with a passionate burning urgency. I moaned and writhed with pleasure under his kisses and caresses. I could feel his equal excitement as his evident hardness pressed against my thigh. 

He then sat up, and removed my shoes, unbuckling the thin straps and sliding them slowly off my feet. He knelt next to me, taking one foot and bringing it up to his mouth. His lips caressed me all the way up my leg, stopping just to start with the other foot. I could barely stand what he was doing, and his name escaped my lips, a low whisper. As he made his way up my left leg, he conveniently brought one leg down so that my legs were on either side of his shoulders. I moaned loudly as his lips met with my soft inner thigh. His tongue slid in between me causing me to wriggle with delight. 

"I want so badly to taste you right now, Alice," he whispered, "would you like that?" 

I did not answer with words, but grabbed the back of his head and brought his mouth to mine for a crushing kiss. During our hungry kiss, I jumped as I felt Jonathan's finger brush the crotch of my panties very lightly. Then I felt a finger push them to the side, aware that my juices had escaped my panties and were covering the inside of my inner thighs. Jonathan's breathy groan exhaled in my mouth, as his finger met my swollen lips. He rolled it between his fingers as I broke our kiss and covered my face with my free hand, hoping to muffle my moans of ecstasy. Yet I watched as he brought his wet fingers up to his mouth and licked them. He did this very slowly, savouring it all, never taking his eyes from mine. 

My legs had turned to rubber and I slowly slid to the ground twisting to the side onto my back while Jonathan continued to finger me up. Once I was completely on my back, Jonathan wasted no time in pulling my panties completely off. As I spread my legs open, I reached to unzip his pants and take out his cock. I gasped once she felt it in my hand. He's really big, I thought with a start. 

Without hesitation, Jonathan guided the head of his cock inside me. I held him tightly, and wiggled against him, encouraging him to take me while I leaned against the tree. And then I felt it, the gentle yet insistent opening: the exquisite moment of delicious penetration. I could sense the sheer size of the cock moving inside. And as he continued to move forward, I moaned my approval to him. 

He entered me slowly, perhaps even deliberately, increasing my need with every maddening inch. Finally, he hit bottom. I realized it was different from Michael. I never imagined a cock could stretch me this way. He must be massively endowed to create such delicious pressure inside me. 

Jonathan began to move. He slowly withdrew, taking his time to accustom me to his size, and once withdrawn, he began to push inside again. His thrusts increased in depth and intensity, pushing to the limit of my endurance. It was almost too much to take. But I needed it. I needed Jonathan - the man that held the faith of the whole nation. 

I no longer recognized the old Alice: the one who used to make love with a deliberate quiet reserve: the pretty, honourable wife who used to lay nearly motionless, not wanting to appear too eager as Michael thrust inside her. From the woman I thought I was I had turned into a woman intent on satisfying her physical urge, no matter how deceitful. 

I never knew such depravity existed, much less could I imagine participating in such a scene. But here I was, the naive, decent housewife who always wanted sex to be associated with love, being ravaged by a passionate man who was not her husband. And though my thoughts sickened me, they also drove me mad with lust. I craved it now, more than anything I'd ever experienced. 

I tried to prepare myself for the impending orgasm, but the sheer force of Jonathan's violent moves frightened me. And finally, it was upon me. My body shook as the contractions began to course through me. The muscles in my thighs betrayed me as we convulsed in hard jerks of pleasure. Jonathan held me firmly by the hips, steadying my weakened body for the continuing onslaught. As my orgasm subsided, I began to wonder if he would ever relent. And as I tightened around him, I heard Jonathan cry out, and with a last hard thrust, I felt him unload deep inside me. His cock pulsed and jumped, before softening to the point my continuing contractions forced it. 

I lowered my body to the ground, feeling the semen flowing from me now, pooling beneath me. I felt a soft and gentle kiss on my left buttock, along with loving caress by his surprisingly gentle hand. 

I stayed on the ground for a long moment trying to understand what had just happened, I closed my eyes and tried to think. Michael, I thought. Oh God, what have I done? As I thought of my husband, I was overcome with terrible pains of guilt and regret. The sensation was sickening in its force as I considered how complete my betrayal had been. Not only had I cheated on him, I'd done it with a man Michael thoroughly adored. The man would laugh silently at him, thinking him a fool for not knowing how deceitful his wife actually was. 

For some odd reason, I had trusted Jonathan, but I now saw him as a man who would no doubt brag of his conquest to friends, maybe to journalists who will interview him, laughing as he relate details of the wife that couldn't get enough cock. And this new realization terrified me completely. 



Dance for Me



"Dance for me."

"What!?"

"Dance for me."

We were fooling around on the couch in my living room after work one Friday. I had just touched her breast through her blouse when I got the idea.

"I don't even dance with you, I'm not going to dance for you. I don't dance."

"Come on, it'll be fun."

"For you maybe. Look, wasn't it enough last week?"

I'd convinced her to flash me her ass in her office. It took a half an hour, I had to promise to stand in front of her door, and she was visibly shaking when she turned around, mortified, and lifted her dress and pulled down her panties.

"Then why did you fuck me so hard afterward?" I whispered. "You sure seemed to love it."

She moaned. "I know, it made me very hot. But wasn't it enough for you?"

"Come on. Get up. Dance."

"No. You dance."

I stared at her without moving a muscle.

She started to slowly stand up. "Do you want me to undress?" She did not sound confident.

"Whatever you want. Dressed, undressed, whatever." There was hesitant movement in her rear.

"How about music? Do you want me to dance silently? Or should I hum?" Sarcasm wasn't really her strong suit. I got up to go over to the stereo while her eyes followed me. She couldn't figure out whether she was amused, angry, ashamed, or turned on. Or all of the above. The bluesy beats started up.

She was trying to move some more.

"Why do you want me to do this? I'm too old for this, I can't dance." Her hips were looking for the music.

"Just do it."

"My breasts are too little, they won't shake. You want them to shake, I know it. My ass is fat. Why do you want to see this?"

"I like your little breasts. I like your fat ass. It jiggles. Even in your clothes."

"Stop it."

She knew I wouldn't. She didn't want me to. She wanted more.

"So turn around. Show it to me. Shake it, shake your moneymaker. You know that song?"

"Shut up!"

"Here, here's some money for it. How about a twenty?"

"Put it away or you get nothing."

The music was getting a little more intense, and she did too. Her feet were moving, her arms were moving in the air. She started grabbing at the edges of her skirt.

"So I'm going to get a show after all?"

She was lifting the skirt, holding it tight against her ass, pulling it back and forth against her cheeks. I whistled and she started moving her cakes. Suddenly whirling around the material started inching across her crotch.

"Can you smell me? I can."

Nodding – we were nodding together with the beat – she lifted it higher. I could see the triangle of her dark hair through her panties. They were cut low soon I could see her skin too. And then she dropped her dress.

I moaned.

"Don't worry. There's more."

She was getting into it now. Her blouse was out of the skirt, and she started raising it so I could see her belly. I knew she wasn't wearing a bra – she never did since her bosoms were tiny– and soon I might be seeing her nipples. This dance thing was getting good.

Swaying now, eyes closed, her body had locked into the music like she was fucking. Suddenly, her gaze fixed on me.

"What do I get out of this?" she leched. "Open your zipper. Give me some inspiration."

It was a little stiff, so I fumbled getting it out. My discomfort gave her some confidence. The music was getting louder and she was getting bolder.

"Put it in your fist."

I did.

"Pump it."

"You first." I groaned.

She starting pumping her crotch at me. I was fisting my cock. My eyes were set on her body.

"Show me!" We both said it at the same time.

I moved my hand further down so the head was exposed. She pulled off her blouse, then her camisole, flinging it through the air. 

"Wheeeeeee." Topless.

She reached under her skirt, her body bouncing, and she pulled off her underpants. And threw them in my face.

"Smell them. Sniff them." I did, intoxicated.

"Shake those tiny titties. Wiggle them." She did, as much as they could.

Turning around, she ground her hips around to the music. Her ass started to tremble, move, shake. It was bumping to the beat. It shuddered, wobbled, vibrated.

"Does that do it for you?" she shouted over the music. "Do you want it to shudder?" It really started to wobble now, and my hand was blurring. "You want my ass?"

I moved towards her.

"Sit down! Keep rubbing!"

I sat down, and she turned around. She lifted her skirt and rubbed her hairy pussy with the very loud, very fast music. Her nipples were bouncing. She moved closer towards me. I reached out to touch her, but her body kept jolting just out of reach.

"Come on, fuck me." Who was talking, anyway? "Fuck me. Fuck my mouth fuck my ass fuck my pussy make me cum." She was rubbing faster and faster. "Fuck my body make it shake fuck me." Faster.

She was screaming, she was cumming. My white stuff was spraying all over her. She screamed some more, and I was dripping from her face, off her nipples, all over her skirt.

The music was over.



Dance for Me



He'd been sat in the dark with the blindfold on for what felt like hours. The children were in bed and, after leading him blindfolded into the room and sitting him on the chair, she had promised him she would return "shortly" with a birthday surprise that he would not forget.

He heard the door shut softly just as the heady beats of Massive Attack started pulsing throughout the room. He felt her breath on his ear.

"Are you ready, lover?" Her soft, warm voice sending shivers down his spine and making his cock start to bulge in his underwear. She kissed his neck, working her way up, nibbling on his ear-lobes before moving around and kissing him passionately on the lips. "I love you" she whispered as he felt her move away.

"Take off the blindfold" she instructed. As he did so, the lights became gradually brighter, illuminating her body as she stood before him.

He had always admired her body - size 8 waist, 32D breasts and an incredible arse to match - but now, stood before him in her neon-turquoise thong and corset and wearing the silver high-heels that he found so incredibly sexy, he was in awe of her.

The music started to build. She looked at him with eyes that begged to be fucked and purred "enjoy the show..."

As his eyes took in the room around him he noticed how much work she had done to prepare for this night. The front room had been completely transformed into a strip-joint, complete with pole and spotlights.

She turned away and walked to the pole, wrapping her legs around it and spinning back around to look at him. 

Moving in front of the pole, she slowly lowers herself until she is crouching at the base of the pole, her legs spread wide, her tiny thong covering her pussy. Leaning forward, presenting him with the perfect view of her breasts, she rubs her arse against the pole, all the time looking him straight in the eyes and teasing him with her tongue running over her lips.

She slides her hands across the floor to her ankles, and slowly glides them up her legs, across her thighs, past her pussy and up to her tits. "Like what you see?" she asks. He can only nod in amazement. "Well, don't go anywhere" she teases, "this is where the real fun starts..."

She reaches to the side of the room and presses the remote for the CD player. It skips to the next track and Nine Inch Nails "Closer" fills the room. She places one hand on the pole and starts to walk around it. As she gets into the rhythm, she starts to gyrate against the pole, bouncing up and down as if she is trying to fuck the pole for all she is worth, making no attempt to hide the fact that rubbing her clit against the solid steel is making her pussy throb and her thong soaking wet.

She walks over to him and murmurs into his ear "remember, no touching". With that, she thrusts her soaking wet thong-covered pussy in his face and reaches down to rub the bulge in his trousers.

"Hey, wait!" he protests, "You said no touching!".

"I meant you're not allowed to touch me", she grins. "I can touch you as much as I want!".

She bobs down so her head is inches from his cock, reaches forward, unzips his flies and slowly pulls out his rock hard prick. She starts stroking him, slowly sliding her hands up and down his shaft, making him moan with desire and teasing out a large drop of pre-cum onto the head of his cock.

She leans in and kisses the tip of his shaft, licking the pre-cum and taking the entire length into her mouth. Gazing up at him, she slowly moves her lips and tongue up and down his prick, stands up and smiles. "Oh yeah, you're not allowed to touch yourself either..."

Moving back to the pole, she starts to spin around it once more, then suddenly she jumps up and inverts herself, her long hair hanging down over her body, her perfect tits hanging down and begging to be freed from the corset.

The music moves on to the next track. Transfixed, he is aware of the change but cannot name the tune as he watches her climb down from the pole and turn away from him.

Placing one hand either side of her body, she slides her hands down her sides and hooks her thumbs into the waist-band of her thong. She slowly continues gliding her hands down her perfect legs, taking her thong with her and bending over, exposing her pussy and arse to him as her hands reach the floor.

His desire to stand up and seize an opportunity almost overwhelms him but just as he starts to stand, she turns and walks over to him, forcing him down to the chair. "Try and get up again and I'll have to tie you down" she threatens with a glint in her eye. 

Tempted, he things about getting up again but is immediately distracted by her hands rubbing up and down his cock once more. He moans and looks at her, his eyes begging for release.

She stops. "What's up Baby? Wanna cum?" He can't do anything but nod. She moves in closer, placing the tip of his aching cock against her dripping cunt. As he looks down to see her lower herself onto him, he notices that her pussy is perfectly smooth. "I waxed it just for you" she says, reading his mind as she has done so many times in the three years they've been married.

Slowly, she starts to fuck him, her juices running down his cock as she glides up and down. She leans in and whispers "Like what you see?"

The sight of her in just heels and a corset fucking him as he has fantasised about so many times whilst masturbating takes him closer to the edge. "Oh fuck" he moans, "oh yeah baby, that's it, fuck me"

"Are you close?" she asks, knowing full well exactly how close he is to the edge, "Do you want to cum inside my tight, wet, cunt". He can only nod as she draws out the last three words, looking him straight in the eyes, gazing at him in pure lust.

She lowers her head and starts licking, kissing and sucking his nipples, pinching, stroking and caressing his balls and chest with her fingernails as he explodes into her with a strangled cry of ecstacy.

"That was amazing" he tells her, "the most intense orgasm you've ever given me!"

"We're not done yet" she says, her voice dripping with lust, "I've not had my orgasm..." She takes off his tie and uses it to secure his arms to the chair.

"What the fuck?!" he asks, looking at her as she steps away from him.

"I told you," she gins, "you're not allowed to touch me." she reaches round starts to undo her corset, slipping it off and dropping it to the floor.

She moves behind him and then walks back into view carrying a chair and placing it in front of him.

Sitting on the chair, she reachs down onto the floor and picks up some lube and a vibrator. She drizzles the lube all over her breasts, letting it run down her stomach and onto her pussy, moaning as she rubs it into her nipples.

She starts the vibrator and the low buzzing noise combines with her moans as she runs it over her body. "I'd love to take ages over this," she says, looking at him longingly, "but I need to cum and I really, really want you to see it".

Moving the vibrator down onto her clit she leans back in the chair and starts massaging her tits. "Is this how you want me?" she asks, "Your little slut playing with her pussy as you watch? I guess so..."

She giggles as she sees his cock start to stir once more. Leaning forward and coming off the chair, she takes his cock in her mouth as she brings herself closer to orgasm. The moaning and gasps as she approaches her climax only serve to increase the speed of his dick hardening.

"Oh fuck," she gasps, "I'm really close. I want your cock inside my cunt whilst I come!" She stands up, turns around and lowers herself onto his cock once more. Fucking him as fast and as hard as she can, all the while holding the vibrator to her clit and begging him to fuck her harder and faster, telling him what a nasty little slut she can be, urging him to cum inside her again, she builds and builds until she explodes, screaming his name he pussy clamping down, sending him over the edge once more.

As their hearts slow and their vision returns to normal, she turns around, his cock still inside her, making them both gasp.

"Happy Birthday baby," she whispers, "I hope you enjoyed your present..."



Dance For Me!



The following seven chapters tell the true story of events that happened to me in a midland table dancing club. Some more interesting events occurred out of the club, and although they originated in there, I will not feature those. 

For legal reasons, I do not intend to name the club, nor refer to the girls by any real names. I will however refer to them by the pet names I called them. The girls made my life interesting, and I have no reason to embarrass, or offend them, by doing an 'expose' on the club. I am sure they have all moved on, and if any of the girls recognise themselves, then I would like to say 'thank you', and I hope they had as much fun as I did. I'd like to think they are all reaping the benefits of their hard work by having invested their earnings in something worthwhile. I was earning £20000+ per annun at the time of these events, and was able to afford to tip the girls as well as the usual fee per dance.

All events occurred over an eight month period around five years ago, while I visited the club on a weekly basis, sometimes bi-weekly. There is no actual sex in this story, well not much anyway..he he..but some incidents may border on the edges of decency in an open venue. While I appreciate that these memories may excite me more than you, I would be interested to hear from anyone else who has had similar experiences. 

CHAPTER ONE: CHE'

Che' was a tallish, black girl, of west Indian blood, but born in England. She had a gorgeous, well proportioned body, with firm 34c tits, and a nice round ass. Also her skin was a dark shade of brown, and as far as I could see, flawless. She had a wicked sense of humour, and seemed to enjoy the effect she had on the guys who frequented the club. Che' seemed to particularly enjoy dancing for me, as she could be more sexual than with some guys, as she tended to scare them, it took a lot to scare me, I just loved the way she danced much closer than she was allowed to, and she would deliberately let her tits hang in front of my mouth, and did not object to the occasional swipe from my tongue on them, she tasted wonderful. Che' was far and away my favourite girl ever to dance for me, and is the only one I wish I could see again. God Id even marry her if she wanted me too...he he.

One one particular occasion, I decided to visit on a quiet Wednesday afternoon, and upon entering the club, I made my way downstairs to the toilet. Always a good start, you don't want to get the urge during a nice dance. The toilets were located halfway along a hall that led to the girls' changing rooms, and as I came out the toilet, I heard high-hells 'clacking' towards me. I turned to be greeted by Che', she threw her arms around my neck, and gave me a big hug. She was only dressed in a fishing net style of dress, and I could feel her tits pushing against me as she continued to hug me. She said she had been hoping I was coming in today, as she felt horny, and knew I would not mind her being naughty. I told her she could be as naughty as she liked with me, anytime. Che' giggled and gave me a kiss on the lips, groping me as she did. On finding my cock already hard, she looked me in the eyes, and squeezed it harder. "Oohh...someone's pleased to see me!", she laughed. "I;m even more pleased if I get to touch you Che'!", I replied. "Well go ahead then." she smiled. I groped for her tits through the fishnet, and gave them a squeeze, lifting my fingers up to find her nipples already hardening as I tweaked one, then the other. I put one hand down between us, going around her hand, that was still rubbing my cock, and ran my hand up the edge of her dress. Although she was wearing knickers, she may as well have not bothered. I pushed my fingers round the flimsy material, and slipped a finger into her moist pussy. Che' lifted slightly as I pushed it a little further in. "We're gonna get caught if we're not careful" I said, she reluctantly let me remove my fingers, and took her hand away from my cock. As I backed away, I took my juice covered fingers in my mouth. "Fuck, you taste so good baby!", I smiled. "Well your gonna get more later if you like?" she smiled.

I made my way to my favourite seat, and was welcomed by Mandy, one of the waitress'. I gave her my order, and was joined at the table by Che'. I ordered her a drink, and we sat and chatted while we waited for them to arrive. As soon as I had taken a sip of my drink, Che' asked if I wanted to carry on from before, I told her we had to be careful, but I 'd love to get a grip on her again. I t turned out that she got more of a grip on me too. 

Che' started her dance as she had many times, slowly slipping the straps of her gown off her shoulders, before turning, bending over, an slipping the dress off her body. As the dress reached waist high though, she held it there, and shuffled back onto my lap, hovering over it a little, as this was not a lap dance club. I always kept my hands on the tops of my thighs, and as her ass came into reach, I lifted mt fingers, brushing her ass cheeks, and as she lowered herself, I ran my hand, now obscured by her dress, along to her pussy lips. As I slid my fingers under her, I found her pussy still moist, and slipped a finger, knuckle-deep, into her folds. Che' lifted off of my lap, and turned to face me, indicating for me to taste my finger. I looked around, checking no one was loking, before taking my finger into my mouth. "Mmmmm!!", I mouthed to her. Slipping back onto my lap, this time facing me, Che' slid right forward, covering my face with her nipples, and I took the best part of one into my mouth. 

As I feasted on her tits, Che' reached down into my crotch, and her hand gripped my cock through my trousers. Was I glad I was not wearing underwear?, you bet I was. As she took a firmer grip on my cock, I bit gently on her nipple, and Che' gripped me even harder. It was becoming very uncomfortable, and sensing this, Che' dropped between my legs. Her head lowered into my lap, and she opened her mouth wide. Taking the tent of my trousers in her mouth, she bit gently on my erection, and it jerked in her mouth. Looking up at me, she smiled. Checking around to check no one watching, she turned back to my crotch. Pulling my zipper slowly down till it would not go any further, she put a hand inside my trousers, and pulled my cock out into view. Her head dropped back down, taking my cock between her lips, licking it as she dropped her mouth further down my cock. I felt my cock hit the back of her throat, and then she tensed her lips, sucking hard as she lifted her head back off me. It felt like a vacuum as she reached the top. "Nice?" she asked as my cock sprung from her lips, "OOhhh!!" was all I could manage. Che' did the same thing six or seven times, and I had to stop her, " I'm gonna cum if you keep that up!", I sighed. "MMmmm, now wouldn't that be fun!" she breathed, returning her mouth to my cock. It only took another three sucks of her vacuum like mouth, before I filled her mouth with my cum, and she swallowed it all, before then licking me clean, and putting my cock back into my trousers, and pulling up the zipper. 

As we sat after the dance ended, Che' asked if wanted to return the favour. I said I did not think we could get away with that here, and she said she did not mean here. Offering me a piece of paper with her mobile number written on it, she kissed me on the lips, and told me to call her when she got off at two am. I did, and I returned the favour, with interest. But that is another story. 

CHAPTER TWO: CAS

Cas was not the most popular of dancers, she was neither blonde, nor slim. Cas had a nice body, but carried a little extra weight, although this looked good on her, a lot of the other girls gave her stick for it, and a lot of guys did not seem to want her to dance for them. They did not know what they were missing. 

She was a great dancer, not only did she have rhthym, but she knew how to exploit her assets. She had small boobs, about a 35b, but lovely smooth nipples, she had a large ass, but a nicely trimmed pussy. Although short, she made up for it by straddling the top of my knees at every opportunity. Why did I like this so much?, well because she was short, every time she straddled one of my knees, and shuffled forward, her pussy came into contact with my fingers, lying, as ever on the tops of my thighs. A lot of dancers would ask me to move my hands while they did this, but not Cas. 

She also liked to lie on the floor in front of me, and pull her pussy open. She only did this when it was quiet, but when she did , it was a lovely sight. Her pussy always seemed to be wet, and I swear I could see her juices leaking out on a number of occasions, as she spread her lips wide. A trimmed patch of mousy-brown hair, the same as on her head, surrounding her outer lips, made this a sight to behold, and no mistake.

This particular night I am describing, Cas seemed extra naughty. Asking her why she was in the mood so much tonight, she told me that her boyfriend had invited his ex over to visit, while she was here, and living some eighty miles from here, she did not like it one bit. She thought he still had a soft spot for her, and did not trust him to be faithful to her. She told me that I made her feel more wanted than he ever did, and she was going to make the dances extra special to say thank you. I told her that she did not have to, but if she insisted, I would not object. Cas said she was happy to be really dirty for me, and would do whatever she could get away with, to make my night. And from the way she said it, I could see that she was going to enjoy it too. 

Cas started to dance for me, and she had soon perched herself across my left knee, her knee, pushing forward, nudging against my hardening cock. She looked down as she rubbed her knee over it, and back to me with a smile, giving it a firmer nudge as she did so. Cas moved off my knee, removed her knickers, and perched back onto my other knee. I turned my hand over, allowing my fingers to rub along her pussy lips, while her knee again rubbed my cock. "You're sure excited tonight!", whispered Cas, "It's all down to you Cas!", I replied. Slipping her dress down, revealing she had not been wearing a bra, she slid off my knee, and went down between my legs, brushing her tits over my hands slowly, allowing me to touch her nipples as she dropped down. Cas leant forwards, gripping my cock between her teeth, biting it gently, before relaesing it, and slowly pulling her self back up my body. As she leaned her tits into my face again, I locked all round her nipples, tasting the layer of sweat that always coated her body as she danced. 

Cas again straddled my knee, and I pushed two fingers into her, while rubbing her clitty with my thumb. At the end of the dance, Cas pulled her dress back into place, but threw her knickers behind my back, asking me to hide them while she was dancing for me. She said it would save time if she did not have to take them off for me to finger her pussy. She stayed at my table for nearly two hours, and let me finger, lick, and generally go to town on her body, while having the occasional squeeze and bite of my cock, through my trousers. The club was becoming too busy to risk any more naughtiness by now though, and Cas decided she was tired, so I thanked her, offering her a good tip, which she refused to accept, before pecking me on the cheek, and leaving my table. The next time I visited the club, on the following wednesday, I found that Cas had left and would not be coming back. I was dissapointed, but still had the memories to remind me of her. 

CHAPTER THREE: MITCH

I decided to confess what had happened to another of the dancers, who had become a good friend, recommending girls I would like, as well as being an excellent dancer herself. She had not up until then been a 'dirty' dancer, but that was about to change.

Mitch was the girl who I had confessed about Cas to, and her whole dance 'style' changed, almost overnight. I knew she would not tell anyone else about what had happened, but I only expected her to suggest another girl who might be up for naughty dances, imagine how surprised I was when she told me she would dance like Cas did, as long as I kept my mouth shut, and gave her the same tips I had offered to Cas. 

Although as I had said, Mitch was a good dancer, she did keep the required six inches, and very rarely did anything out of the ordinary. This whole change in her dance style was to become a revelation in my weekly visits. Mitch was not the most stunning of girls, but was fairly attractive. She had dyed blonde hair, smallish tits, I'd guess a 34b, and a slightly large ass, not unlike Cas's body, but slightly taller, and chunkier. 

Mitch started to dance for me, as usual, keeping the required six inches, but as she looked around to check no one was looking, her body slowly inched towards me, until finally, her nipples were only an inch away from my face. Although I did not try to touch them, I knew she could feel my breath on them, as they started to grow, and the nipples became erect before my very eyes. She swayed slightly, causing her nipples to bounce off of my nose, and then back away again to the six inches she usually danced.

Over the coming weeks, Mitch gradually got more daring, until finally, she pushed her nipples into my mouth, and gladly let me suck on them, making them hard as I gently nibbled on them. Mitch too, took Cas lead when it came to lowering herself into my lap, letting her tits brush my hands on the way down, but also letting me cup and grope them for ages, before finally settling between my legs. Although she did not bite my cock through my trousers, She did rub it occasionally. It was what occured next that shocked me though. As Mitch straddled my knee, She rubbed her pussy with her hand before offering me her fingers to suck. I gladly sucked her tangy juices off of her fingers, and licked my lips as she smiled down at me. I managed to run my fingers down her lips and into her wet pussy, yes wet, and I put two fingers straight up into her willing opening. Mitch ground slowly on my lap as I worked my thumb over her clit as well, coating my hand with her juices as she became even wetter. As I pulled my fingers out, Mitch stood in front of me, giving me the chance to lick my own fingers clean, before she took them into her own mouth, then licking the end of my index finger, imitating sucking my cock. While Mitch was putting her dress back on, she asked if I was enjoying her dances more now, and I just laughed, "What do you think?". 

Over the following weeks, I managed to get three fingers into her pussy while she danced for me, and each time she stood, covering for me as I licked my fingers clean. That was until one quiet afternoon when I finally got my first proper taste of her pussy. Mitch sat down by me as soon as I came in, and we loked around. There was only one other customer in the club, and he was hidden by a long row of seats. Mitch told me she had a treat for me. She said she was going to let me get a proper taste of her pussy, to which I replied we would never get away with it. Mitch assured me that we would, and that she had already arranged for one of the other dancers to keep the other customer busy if I came in, and that the manager of the club was out. I asked about the other dancers, and she said they were all downstairs bitching about other customers and dancers. 

As Mitch signalled for her friend to occupy the other customer, she pulled off her knickers from under her dress, and lay down across the seat alongside me. She pointed to her exposed pussy, and I put my head straight into her wet box. I spent several minutes licking all around her pussy, while enjoying her sweet tasting juices. I suddenly looked up to see Sammi staring at us, me with my head in Mitch's pussy, and her with her tits out squeezing them. I called to Mitch, and she looked up at Sammi, laughing, she told her she ought to try my tongue, as it was great. Sammi stepped closer, pulling up her skirt, and pulling her knickers to one side, allowed me to stick my tongue into her moist folds. Sammi did not taste as sweet as Mitch, but she got equally as wet, and she moaned as covered my tongue with her cream. Unfortunately, Mitch's friend came over and told us a couple of new customers were coming into the club, and we had to stop. But I still hold that among one of my fondest memories, particulary as I started to see Sammi out iof the club, and had much more practise on her pussy, as well as recieving the attention of her tongue, and pussy on my cock too.

I never had much chance to get any further with Mitch, but did enjoy many of her closer dances over the future weeks.

CHAPTER FOUR: FAYE

Faye was a cute blonde, she looked a lot like Faye Tozer from Steps, the uk pop group, and as well as being roughly the same size, she also wore her hair in a similar style to attract customers. I was trying to avoid one other blonde dancer, who not only danced terribly, but also had a crap body, so everytime she came over, I just said I did not like blondes, and she went away.

Faye came over to me looking rather pissed off, and wanted to know what I was playing at. I asked her what she meant, and she told me that the crap blonde dancer was upset that I did not want her to dance for me. I decided to tell her the truth, and she laughed, "Is that why you don't have me dance very often?" she asked. I told her it was, but as she was so attractive I made an exception for her anyway. Faye said she did not have a problem in dancing for me in the way I liked, as long as we did it only while it was quiet, and I told her I would not expect her to do it at all, but if she was game, then I would love her to. Despite what you have read, I have never forced any girl to dance for me, but have gladly accepted all and any offers I have been given. 

Faye began the next dance for me, and I asked her how I was supposed to explain my sudden change of heart in having a dance from a blonde. "Leave that to me, now sit back and watch how a real woman dances!". I expected Faye to just do her normal dance, with a few closer passes of her tits in front of my face, but she in fact spent the whole dance, virtually sat in or on my lap, rubbing her ass over my growing erection. As I tried to move my hand away, Faye sat on it, rubbing her ass over my hand, deliberately forcing me to touch her pussy, before lifting herself off of me, and droping to her knees, facing my crotch. I watched as she ducked her head, and made to lick me, but kept a few inches clear, licking her lips, then lifting herself clear, and laughing as she baked away. As Faye slipped her dress off her shoulders, her beautiful tits, topped with the most wonderful erect nipples, came into view. I watched as she brought then to within the usual 4 or 5 inches, but then she kept coming, till I could reach my tongue out, if I had wanted to. Faye looked down and asked "Don't you like 'em?", I told her they were gorgeous, "So fuckin' lick 'em then!!". As I licked my way over one nipple, she moved the other one across for me to lick, and I greedily licked, then sucked her nipple into my mouth. I had never seen her nipples so hard, and she seemed to enjoy it as much as I did. 

After I had had a good lick and suck of her nipples, Faye pulled back away, and slipped off her thong, leaving her dress flapping round her waist, and then sliding onto my right knee. I looked up at her, as I slid my fingers closer to her pussy, searching for the warm folds, and as I located it, She smiled, "I think were gonna like this new arrangement!". I noticed that she said 'we', and I could not help but wonder just how much she was enjoying my fingers rubbing her, but I noticed her eyes close as I slipped first one, then two fingers into her wet, very wet, pussy. I could feel her juices running down onto the palm of my hand, and looked deep into her eyes as they opened. A smile formed on her lips, and we were both upset when the music ended and she had to get off, and re-dress. 




Dance For Me!



It surprised me that Faye had seen me touch another dancer some weeks before, but had not been sure if she could let a customer do it to her. She had wondered just what I did under Mitch's hanging skirt, and although she knew I was touching her, when she challenged Mitch, she would not admit to what I had been doing. Curiousity had 'killed the cat', and Faye decided to find out for herself, and the incident with the blonde 'dancer' was the perfect opportunity. Faye admitted that she could see why Mitch spent so much time on my knee, and why she always had a smile on her face after. I took the chance while Faye was telling me this to lick her juices off of my fingers, "MMMMMmmmm!!!" I exclaimed, "You taste good Faye, just like I knew you would!". "You mean you thought 'bout how Id taste before tonight?" she looked stunned. I told her I had thought about it everytime I had seen her, and just hoped I would get the chance to find out. "Oh, you'll get more than just a chance, if you want to that is?". But that offer was taken up outside, in a local hotel room, and yes, she did taste even better first-hand. 

CHAPTER FIVE:MARY

This chapter is a lilltle long-winded, but I have to explain what I was doing in Blackpool in the first place, so here goes.

I was the company 'troubleshooter' at the time I travelled up to Blackpool, to investigate why one of our chain of seven shops was not making the usual sums of money. I was to assume the role of a customer, as the shop manager did not know me, and I could enter, purchase, and generally act as a normal 'punter' would. The only thing that might give me away was my accent, but then that is why I was good at my job, I have a knack for putting on accents, and then being able to chat at length without letting it slip, handy in my job. I decided to adopt a Mancunian accent, as this would not arouse suspicion. I got chatting to the manager, and purchased several items, deliberately making sure my purchases came to an odd ammount, and would be easily spooted in the days' figures, and he made the excuse that the till had broken as the reason he did not ring the sale up. I knew that he was required to keep a 'log' of the days' sales though, and waited for the call from my people later on that evening. The purchases I had made were not on his daily sales sheet, and I was asked to return to the shop the following morning. 

Now this part of the job I could do without, but theft is theft, and I had to tell the manager he was sacked, fortunately experience told me to be wary, and I had engeged the services of a local 'bouncer' to assist in his departure, and it was a good job I did. But that really is another story. 

Any way. finally onto the meat that you have been expecting. Obviously, you cannot replace a manager in five minutes, so I had been asked to stay up here for a few days while a new manager was found, and then sent up here to take charge of the shop. I dedcided to go out on that night, having not ventured out on the first night, other than to take a walk along central pier, so hopping in my car, I made for a club I had been told of by dancers in the midlands table dance club I usually frequented.

Most of the girls who danced at mine, actually came from this part of the country, either Manchester, Liverpool, or the surrounding areas of Lancashire. I do not know if it is something they put in the water up here, but they were always the best, and most sexiest girls who danced for me. The girls who came from London were usually so far up their own arses that they may as well have stayed home for all I cared. 

I found the club quite easily, and paid my entrance fee. I liked the way the main room was dark, it gave it a warmer feel, and made you feel less consoius if you got an erection while a girl gyrated in your face. I was dissapointed to find this club was a topless only establishment due to stupid local council laws, but nonetheless I enjoyed several dances from three different, but very attractive ladies before I was joined by a lady who told me her name, and I fell in love with her soft southern irish accent. She had shoulder-length brunette hair, and I will call her Mary, as that is a nice irish name, and I never knew her long enough to give her a 'pet-name'. 

Mary really was a delight to chat to, very open and sexy, but with a naughty glint in her eyes that made you erect just chatting to her. She told me she hated the topless only rule, and preferred to dance 'north of the border', and she told me how much she could get away with in Scotland. I decided there and then that I would have to pay a visit up there as soon as I could. She explained, that although she could not take her knickers off, she would let me see what she had, as long as I had her dance for me for the rest of my visit. I agreed immediately, and just hoped her covered parts, and dancing, matched the way I had felt about her so far. 

For the next couple of hours I was treated to her lovely body, swaying across me, her small, but perfectly rounded tits, a 34b she later told me, sliding over my lips, and her knickers getting the odd pull to one side, to reveal a neatly shaven pussy. Mary said she was getting turned on by my reaction, as she patted my cock gently between songs, and I played her up. "I don't believe you, your going to have to prove it." I smiled as I looked her right in the eyes, "Oh, you think I'd lie to you, do you?", she teased me back. But on the next dance, as she straddled over one knee, she pulled her thong to one side again, and swayed her hips towards my hand. Her neatly trimmed pussy only glanced across my hand, but as it did, it left a wet trail in its wake. "Shit!"I mouthed, she was wet, very, very wet. That was the best we managed to get away with that night, before the bouncer started to give us the 'evil eye', and we decided not to risk anymore. I asked Mary if she had any plans to dance at my usual club, and she said she would love to, but was up Scotland for the next few weeks. I told her if she ever got down south, I would love her to call me and let me know she was coming, and I would make sure I was there to see her.

It was several months later, having long given up hope of hearing from her that my mobile rang one morning. It was Mary, and she said she was sorry it had taken so long, but she was coming over tomorrow. I told her I would make sure I was in the club on the afternoon, so we could reaquaint ourselves with each other in a quieter atmosphere than on the evening we had had in Blackpool. On entering the club, I was caught on the arm by a girl I called Holly, and she said there was a new girl here, asking for me. She said it was strange, as this was an irish girl who said she had never worked here before. I explained to Holly how we knew each other, and she left to tell Mary I was here. 

Both Holly and Mary returned, and it transpired that they had danced together several times in varoius clubs before, and were old friends. Holly asked me why I had never mentioned having gone to Blackpool a while back, and I told her I never mentioned anything about other girls dances with anyone, not even other dancers. Both seemed to like this attitude, and I meant it. Mary asked if I minded if Holly stayed and watched our dances, "Besides," she smiled "It'll give us more cover if she sits next to you, obscuring any wandering eyes view of us." I agreed, and asked if she still intend to dance as she had in Blackpool, she told me she would dance much better than that night, and not too worry about what Holly was going to say, as she would not tell anyone. Holly smiled, "My lips are sealed", she said. "Makes a change you ain't got summat in it girl!!" roared Mary, "Cheeky cow!!", retorted Holly laughing. 

The next song was an ideal song for Mary, it was Allanah Miles' 'Black Velvet', and the thudding bass line was good for this kind of stripteasing. As Mary started to dance, she told me to sit back and enjoy it, I intended to. Her top was undone before the first lyrics were sung, and she let herself lean across me, her hands on either side of my head, resting on the back of the couch, her tits almost within reach of my tongue. Mary slowly relaxed her arms, till her nipples dropped into my mouth, and I flicked my tongue over them, while Holly sat and watched. Mary's nipples became hard in my mouth, and she shifted her body, so she was straddling my left knee, allowing Holly to see, as Mary pushed her hand down across my shirt, and rubed my cock through my trousers. I felt her hand grip my cock, and pump the tip, and then felt Holly lean over, "Can I have a feel?", she whispered. I assumed she meant Mary's tits, but she snaked her arm between us, and down onto Mary's in my lap. Mary moved her hand, and Holly wrapped her fingers around my now fully erect cock, squeezing, and working it as far as she could through my trousers. I looked towards Holly face, and she was looking down into my lap, but raised her eyes to smile at me, and blew me a kiss. Mary pulled back from within range of my tongue, and pulled her knickers to one side, revealing that same trimmed pussy. "I bet you want to see this properly too?" she asked. I did not need to answer. Holly removed her hand, as Mary got off my lap, and lifting her skirt, she bent over, her bum towards me, and pulled her thong slowly down her bum. Her legs were parted just enough for me to see her pussy lips as they came into view. I could see a glimmer of moisture as her thong dropped to her ankles in a pool of red nylon, and as she stepped out of them, she left her legs further open. As she again bent at the waist, her hands came around, pulling her asscheeks open, and revealing not only her puckered asshole, but also pulling her delicate pussy lips wide. I almost bent forwards to inhale, then taste her, but thought better of it in a public place, and Mary turned to smile at Holly. 

Shuffling back slowly, her pussy came to within a few inches of my hands, perched on my thighs, and I slowly reached forward, touching the soft skin of her asscheeks, and let my fingers run along the crack, and onto her pussy. Swirlong my finger over and around her wet lips, I brought my fingers back to my mouth, tasting her aroma as I licked them clean. Holly's hand returned to my lap, and she puled at my zipper, as Mary's body again blocked any view someone passing by our booth would have. Pulling my zipper completely down, Holly fished into my pants for my cock. Bringing it out into the open, she fully wrapped her hand around it, and began to slowly wank me, all the time pointing it at Mary's juicy pussy lips. 

Holly relaxed her grip for a moment, looked around, and then her head ducked into my lap, as she took me into her mouth, and sucked my cock. She only took a few sucks then looked me in the eyes, "Well you reckon its wet enough to get it in here?" she whispered, running her own fingers over mine on Mary's pussy lips. 

I cannot describe the pleasure I felt, as Holly held my cock, and giuded me into Mary, as her pussy lowered onto my lap. It was so tight, I thought I would blow bwfore I even entered her, and had to will myslef not to jump up, and start to ram it right in. Mary let her whole weight come to bear on my lap, as Holly took her hand away. I had all my seven inches of cock, buried in Mary's pussy, and I could feel a flow of juice, trickling down my balls, and into my trousers. "I don't think I've been this wet for years" Mary smiled. As I knew her to be only twenty-four, I took this as the compliment it was meant as. I could see Holly rubbing her own tits through her dress, and I moved my arm over to tweak her left nipple. Holly pulled her dress down a little, revealing that her nipples were almost as erect as my cock. I found her nipples were cold, and she said they always were, strange but true. Unlike Mary, Holly had a pert pair of 34c's, and I took this chance to run my fingers over her tits, and told Holly how nice they were. I could feel my cum rising, and told Mary, she pushed back a couple more times, then dropped off my lap, turning to face my cock, as it spewed its load over her smal tities. As I watched my cum drip down her tits, Holly leaned over, and running her tongue over Mary's body, took most of my cum into her mouth. Mary turned to face Holly, and they exchanged a long kiss. Both girls turned to me and licked their lips, "Mmm, nice!!" smiled Holly, "Oh, I 've had better!" laughed Mary. I later found out that they had done this double act before, but it was usually Holly who sat on the guy's lap, and that this was the first time that Mary had felt she liked the guy enough to let him put his cock into her, she usually just jacked the guy off. I felt honoured. 

I got to have a re-run later with Holly sitting on me, and she let me blow my cum into her a little, before she leapt off, and took the rest on her tits. Holy's pussy was not as tight as Mary's, but it had beautiful large lips, that seemed to suck on my cock as she lifted herself up and down. As with most girls who went this far, I did not see them again, well too much of a good thing can kill you. But hell, what a way to die..HEE,HEE..!! 

CHAPTER SIX: BRIT

I sat one night chatting to two girls I had not met before. As it was quiet, they seemed in no particular rush to move on, so I spent a while just chatting about normal everyday things. We got around to chatting about girls I had had dance for me, and then the taller one asked if I had had any well known models dance for me. I ran off a few names of madels I had met, and then she asked, " So did you enjoy your dance from ****** *****?". I had to admit that I did, but did not remember that much about it, as it was on a busy night, and I had had a bad day, so could not relax and enjoy that particular night. She then asked if I had had a better day today. I told her I had, to which she replied, "Good, cause I am ****** *****!". My obvious embarrassment must have been funny to watch, as both girls shook with laughter. I appologised, and told her how sorry I was I did not recognise her. I will have to make a name up for her here, or I will get confused, so Ill call her 'Brit'. We chatted some more, especially about her well publicised affair with a famous footballer, who played for my favourite team at the time, but has since moved to her city up north, to play for one of their teams.( hope that does not make it too obvious who it is??)

Brit finally asked me if we were going to sit and talk all night, or if I wanted her to remind me how good she danced. I decided on the latter. Brit was a large lady, and I do not mean fat. She was a statuesque 5ft 10ins tall, and had a figure quoted in magazines as '38d-25-38'. All the others girls seemed like three-quarter size people compared to her big frame. Only covered by a white bikini, her parts were barely covered, and it only took a few flicks of her wrists, to reveal her ample charms, leaving her naked in front of me, her long mane of brunette hair, cascading down her back. 

I was still having trouble remembering why I had remembered her previous dance, I usually know why a dancer has turned me on. Brit took this chance to remind me. Kneeling between my legs, she ran her hands along my thighs, pushing my hands off of them, and smoothed the material until she came to within a few inches of my hardening cock. Moving her hands more firmly, she brought them around my cock, using both hands to rub along the outline, before clasping the fingers of her right hand around it, and gripping it very hard, making my cock pulsate. I looked down at her, and she at me, as she unwrapped her fingers, before rewrapping them again. 

Brit lifted herself up to face me, using my cock as a guide, then swinging her titties across my face, but just out of reach. "So youre enjoying this then?" she smiled, gripping my cock harder again. I could only nod dumbly. She let her nipples glance over my lips, but did not let me lick them, in some ways this more erotic than actually getting to suck them. Brit had long legs, and when she stood close to me, I could virtually get an eye level view of her pussy, all neatly trimmed, just like most models these days, and I could smell the unmistakable aroma of pussy. Brit never spread, or opened her pussy in any way, but was still one of the most arousing women to ever dance for me. 

I found out later that she was sacked for offering to shag customers for money. I heard that she was asking £200 for a shag, and I could not help but smile, one of the girls who told me asked why I smiled, and I could not help but admit that she had offered me sex too, but had only asked for £100, so perhaps she was serious when she said she really liked me...l.o.l.??!!!

CHAPTER SEVEN: ELLIE.

Short for 'elephant', that was not a nickname I revealed to her, as it only came about after the night I am to recall. Ellie had a lot of stick sent her way, as although she was a well known model, she was a large girl, not only in cup size, but had plenty of meat all over, not fat, just well-rounded. I liked Ellie though, and had a very enjoyable, if scary night. One thing that struck me though, was her hair, it was thick and a very dark browny-black, and made her look a little Italien. 

I had been unable to get to the club for one of my usual afternoon visits, and not knowing if I would be able to get time later that week, I found myself entering the club at around 8pm, on a Thursday evening, not exactly a good time for a nice, quiet, private dance. The place, while not packed, had around half of its seats full, and girls were unlikely to have much time to sit and chat as usual, as well as two of my favourite girls having the attention of a group of well-lagered young guys. I chosse a semi-secluded seat, but had the club's d.j. almost next to me. While he could not directly see me, he only had to lean over the right hand end of his booth to see where I was sat. This was what made me nervous as the night got interesting. 

Ellie was not alone, and had a friend with her, I was introduced to Ginger, and a bizarre hour or so ensued. I had another punter sat behind me, and he too had his eye on both girls, and Ellie said the only way she could give me the kind of dances she wanted to, was for Ginger to dance for him while she danced for me. I thought that was an excellent idea, but Ellie also knew that the other punter would want her as well, so we mutually arranged that they would swop every couple of songs or so, so we both got dances off of her. Ginger was not exactly ugly, in fact, she was actually slimmer, and with equally large tits, but I just dont like ginger hair, I cant explain why, I just dont. 

I never once asked Ellie, or Ginger for a special show, but both seemed to thrill in being as dirty as they could, despite it not being quiet, and therefore not condusive, to naughtiness. It only took the first few lines of my first dance from Ellie to realise this would be an interesting, if scary adventure. Ellie only had on a blue bikini, and she had her mammoth ( i guess 44f/g cup??) tits out inside a few seconds, and instantly swung them across my face, demanding that i suck on their nipples and bite them. I had to obey, I did not really have much choice, but was not sure it was quiet enough. Ellie straddled my knee, with her bikini bottoms pulled aside, and rubbed her pussy over my hand, which unusually, was rooted to my thigh. 

Like I keep saying, it was not quiet, in fact, there were punters everywhere I could see, and half of them seemed to be looking our way, or so my brain told me, probably just a guilt complex. Ellie had the most wonderfuly hairy pussy, a real thick mass of black pubes, and my hand was covered by it, so I took the chance to slip a finger into her, but it was huge, I had three fingers in her before I felt anything around my fingers, and she seemed to love it. Ellie just stared in my eyes while I buried most of my hand up her big pussy, and I could not help but get a hard on too. We had to swop after the next dance, and I was surprised to find that Ginger was none the less as bad, and I had two fingers in her too. 




Dance For Me!



After several swops, and having both bought the girls a couple of strong drinks, we both realised that they were competitive, so we planned some fun while the girls visited the toilet. As they came back to join us, I told Ellie that Ginger was being more daring than her, and the other guy told Ginger the opposite, ans so we waited for the next dance to start. As we expected, both girls could not wait for the dance, so they could outdo each other. I had Ellie sat on my lap in seconds, and she forced her hand down my trousers, grabbing onto my cock, "Did Ginger wank you off like this?" Ellie whispered, "Did she tell you how much she wanted to suck an' fuck yer brains out too?" she groaned. I was so turned on, I thought I was going to come in my pants, but managed to hold out as I thrust all but my thumb up into her soaked pussy, pushing in up till my fingers would go no further. As Ellie leaned over me, her pussy rubbed over my erection, and I just blew my load over her mass of pussy hair, coating it with my cream. All Ellie did was scoop some of it up and lick her fingers, before leaning over me, to offer some to Ginger behind up. The rest she just rubbed into her hairy bush. 

I had to extricate myself to visit the toilet, and by the time I had come back to my seat, both girls had moved on. As I left the club later, I could make out a bikini-clad figure in the shadows of a doorway, and as I passed, I saw that Ellie was blowing one of the guys she had been dancing for after I returned from the toilet. At first I thought what a lucky bastard he was, then just smiled, as Ellie pulled me into the doorway, and proceeded to give me the attention of her mouth as well. Unfortunately, later that night, Ellie had been found by the manager of the club, doing just what she had done for me to one of the bouncers in the ladies toilet, and he had sacked her. Well it was good while it lasted, and after two comes in one visit, I thought I had been lucky not to get my own ass kicked out. 

Final words:

I could go on for many more chapters, but I wont, so I hope you had fun reading this story, but I assure you there is no way you had as much fun as I did experiencing it. While I'm sure there will be a few of you who do not believe a word of this story, I can assure you it all happened, and more. The stories that came out of this, but that happened in other places are even more adventurous, but not relevant to the club. All names have been changed to protect the guilty, but all events described did happen.



Dance For Me Salome



The Kirov Opera had made the effort to come to Melbourne for the Arts Festival - all 240 musicians and singers ignoring the dangers of flying over the Middle East to honour their commitment to Australia. So what else could we do but show our support for them, we being the gorgeous Cate and I. We went to the matinee performance of Salome, the Richard Strauss opera, choosing that session because our own friend Richard was coming around for dinner, a long-standing arrangement.

Salome was controversial when it was first performed 100 years ago. It still raises eyebrows now, especially the Dance of the Seven Veils. The question these days is not so much the morality of the work but whether the opera singer who gets the part because she can sing a bit does a decent job of what is usually a pretty raunchy strip-tease in the middle of a emotionally charged classical production.

But this performance didn't have the traditional tease ... just a muddle where the singer all too quickly ended up nude and got splashed with water. Any member of the dirty mac brigade who coughed up $200 for an A1 seat would have been bitterly disappointed.

It was one of the things Cate and I talked about as we drove home. I told her she would have done the dance much better, because she has, albeit in the privacy of our home and not just Salome's dance but a very classy and inspiring performance to Bolero. And when there isn't a lot of time for a longer piece of music she renders utterly inadequate Kim Basinger's dancing to You Can Leave Your Hat On. 

As soon as we got home we jumped into clean and cook mode to be ready for when Richard arrived. Cate put on a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt, both of which she filled out beautifully. One hell of a woman my wife. Richard arrived with his usual supply of wine and laughs. We've known him a long time but because of his work, don't get to seem him all that often. So a visit is always a happy occasion.

During dinner we talked a lot about what we'd all been doing since we last met up. He had been overseas when the World Trade Centre was destroyed and told us about all the security measures in place in the airports. That led to talk about how great it was for the Kirov to make it to Australia. 

"What was the opera like," Richard said? "Great," Cate said. "It's a very powerful and dramatic piece but I guess we were both a bit disappointed in the Dance of the Seven Veils."

Richard asked why and Cate told him.

"I agree," I said. "It's one of those things which are part of the folklore of the story and there wasn't a veil in sight. And the alternative was just a mess. I told Cate she would have done it much better."

The conversation moved on and around, we drank Richard's wine and when I got up to open one of our bottles, I also went to put on some more music. I saw the Salome CD - Cate and I had it out in anticipation of going to the opera - and put it in the player. As the kettle drums rolled their intro Cate gave me a quizzical look and said "do you really think I could have done it better?" "Undoubtedly," I said. "Not just the dance but the whole choreography. It's your special subject."

"I'll have to think about that," she said, then quietly excused herself and disappeared upstairs. Richard and I talked some more about the opera and our conversation was moving elsewhere when all of a sudden the CD jumped back to the start of Salome's dance.

Cate was standing by the player, no longer dressed in her jeans and white top, but in what I recognised as some of her scarves and other costume items she uses for our private dancing. She also had on an array of beads and two big earrings to give her a gipsy or Eastern sort of a look and that was enhanced by a scarf tied around her head. Moving quickly from the player she dimmed the lights, gave me one of her “watch this baby” looks and flung herself in the music.

The veils flew out wantonly behind her as she ran around the pair of us. By now Richard and I were both sitting bolt upright in our chairs just like Herod did in his throne on the stage that afternoon. Cate certainly had our attention. I smiled at Richard and he giggled back ... Cate was always good for a bit of light-hearted fun ... he knew and loved her for that. I must admit to thinking it might get interesting if she got naked like she often did when she danced when we were alone but then dismissed the idea. Not Cate, not in front of Richard, even though we were close friends. 

The first veil she took off was the one around her head. She laughed wildly and then flaunted it at Richard, who grabbed it as it floated past him, then pretended to tie it around his own head.

Cate pulled back from him and flew around us again. I worked out she must have had a bikini on and the other scarves were sort of tucked into that. She did a couple of pirouettes and then turned her back on us, lent way over backwards and slowly pulled out one of the veils, dragging it up over her breasts. I felt a gentle stiffening and wondered if Richard did too. She brought the scarf over to me and draped it around my neck. I gave her a kiss as she did it and said, as Herod had done in the opera, "Dance for me Salome". I noticed a look of fire come into her eyes. She danced on and tore off a couple more veils - three to go and she's down the bikini. I took for granted that's where the entertainment would end, then I noticed there were no bikini top straps. 

That's because there was no bikini top. Instead, she had a scarf wrapped around her nice breasts and tied at the back. That seemed a bit different, but I thought she would just stop after the sixth veil, if she even got that far. Kicking up her legs, flinging herself into the dance, she swirled around us again. It was ferociously energetic and starting to take on the depraved frenzy of the real thing. She moved at the two veils left tucked into her bikini bottoms, then stopped for a split second, flashed an evil smile at me and moved her hands behind her back sharply. Off came the top scarf and she thrust her breasts forward as her hands fell to her side. She was flaunting her gorgeous titties at Richard who stiffened, probably literally, in his chair. I just thought whoohoo, we're off here. She danced over to me and put the scarf behind my neck and pulled me closer to her. 

She put her mouth to my ear, bit it, then whispered she would only be as good as the Kirov's Salome if she could handle doing it all in front of an audience. I had no chance to give greater consideration to what “it” and “all” might be because she pulled back, swirled again into her dance, her breasts moving deliciously in time and her eyes ablaze as she tried to get into the same mind-set as the actress. She swooped in front of Richard, grabbed back the first scarf and then fell to the ground, rolling over it twice before rising up and flinging it back at him. I was now an irrelevance. He was her audience, her test. She grabbed the last two scarves and ripped them out in an act of maniacal defiance, flapping them like wings. Then she was off again, swirling and twirling, delving deep into the decadence of the music - her frenzy always bringing her back to Richard. She pouted at him, she cupped her breasts at him provocatively, she ran her hands over her groin. It was an extra-ordinary performance that, as the music moved towards its climax, I thought would have to end at this stage. 

But then, thrusting her whole body at Richard, she ripped at the strings of her bikini bottom, pulled it off and stood in front of him, utterly and clearly unabashedly naked. Richard looked quickly at me and I half shrugged. Before I had a chance to do or say anything more, Cate arched her back at him, pushing her fanny forward in a defiant yet quiet balletic pose. As well as looking good without her clothes on this lady could dance. Surely though, this was the end. But no. By now Cate was right in the part, no longer herself but Salome and she leapt through the opera to the part where the singer kisses the severed head of Jokanaan. She grabbed Richard by the back of his neck and deep-throated him, stepping back to look into his eyes as Salome had also done, then kissing him again. Now, I thought where do we go from here? Was this art, a dare or something else? I mean, I thought the whole thing would have stopped much before this. Richard, too, was gob-smacked. In between his maulings from Cate, we looked at each other for guidance. I had none to offer. Then Cate grabbed him and rolled him onto the floor. He might have been a severed head in her mind, but he had a whole body attached and they entwined on the scarves as she kissed him again and again, each time pulling back to look into his eyes.

Eventually, as it had too, it got too much for him. He responded to her frenzied kissing and grasping. He grabbed at her breasts and then I saw a hand move down towards her fanny. If she felt it, she didn't do or say anything to stop him. She just kept on kissing him and throwing herself back to look into his eyes. Poor Richard, I thought, then, poor Richard! Bullshit. He was on the verge of bonking my wife yet I didn’t feel a pang of jealousy. I certainly felt no desire to stop things myself. That would have been an affront to Cate, anyway. It was her body, her performance. Richard moved a finger inside her and the next time she pulled back, kissed at her breasts. 

She moaned, a sound I knew well. She was now somewhere between Salome and the randy, must-have-cock Cate with whom I shared my bed. She grabbed at his trousers and undid his belt. The rabid kissing of the lips shifted to Richard's dick. She sucked it, then lent back to stare at it. She repeated that movement four or five times. Then his back arched and he came. He must have been so worked up because white beads of semen shot everywhere. It dribbled from Cate's face, down her chest and through her own beads. The madness of the scene was overpowering and I cried out bravo, like a member of an audience. She turned to me, the look of lust filled insanity still across her face. She came to me and smeared come and kisses on my face. Her hands went for my crotch. In a flash my cock was out and she kissed at it, then sucked it hard, then pulled back, just as she had with Richard. It didn't take long for me to come. By now the music had long ended. There was just the sweet sound of sex. Cate moved her hands to her cunt and began kneading herself to orgasm. She rolled into the scarves and pulled them into her fanny. She screamed a climax that an opera singer would have been proud off, her back arching again, before she slumped, exhausted, into the floor. I didn't have a clue about what to do next. I managed to put my deflated cock away. Richard looked lost but managed the same thing. Cate made no attempt to cover herself, or to wipe away the come on her body and face. Instead she slowly but triumphantly rose up. She looked over at Richard who was still half lying on the floor and broke out a satisfied smile. Then she stood up tall before falling gracefully into a theatrical bow in front of her "audience".

She then turned to me and said in a voice as soft as one of her silk scarves "yes much better, I would have thought". And laughed and disappeared upstairs.

Before Richard and I could say too much to each other, she returned in her jeans and white shirt. She looked at the opened bottle of wine on the bench that had began it all and said in her normal Cate voice "don't suppose a thirsty girl can get a nice glass of cold, white wine here, can she?" Yes, she certainly is some woman, my wife.



Dance for No One Else



She knew she was being stupid, but there were so few things. The club wasn't glamorous, trendy, or even relatively clean. In truth it bordered right there on the edge of being condemned by the city. 

Everyone was there for a different reason, everyone there knew she was there to tease. The beat of the music wrapped around her like an assiduous exoskeleton. The beat crawled into her ears like a poisonous incest eating away at her self-doubt and her fears as they creped in and out of her consciousness; they offered her tantalizing suggestions that flushed her skin and raised her heart rate.

While dancing in that self-sustaining cocoon of an alternate reality, she could let her self-criticism slip off as if it was nothing more than old useless shroud. She could pull out of her soul the smothered feminine fluidity of her nature, after just a few bars of the right song. 

He watched her once a week, every week like clockwork walk across the dance floor reeking of self-inflicted bête-noir, completely aware that she believed she wasn't worth any amount of attention. 

He sat at the corner of the bar with a perfect view of her. He leaned on the grimy bar, thumb tucked under his sharp chin, pointer finger propped up against a thrice broken cheekbone, middle finger resting against the bridge of his saddle nose, while his ring finger perched lightly on his substantial lower lip. 

He enjoyed her ritual with the awkward start, which led to the uncomfortable first few moments of finding her rhythm, and then finally the fruition into a free flowing creature of movement. He could physically see her embrace the change. Her neck and shoulders would loosen and her head would till up towards the sun or an invisible god. The veil of thick straight hair would fall back revealing eye. That would go from obtuse to fire filled Nin. 

She would start creating circles with different parts of her body. Head, spine, hips, feet, elbows, wrist, and fingers, each would find their own rhythm or melody to follow. Each movement would pull his eye away from the other demanding his attention and he would sit there and ponder the individually attributes whichever body part was on display at the moment.

He could tell how good the D.J. was by if she hesitated or faltered in any of her gyrations and couldn't think of anything more immediate criticism of their performance, even if others missed the mistake. 

Half way into the evening, she would take a discreet personal inventory trying her best to not to come back to reality. And at the next possible moment between songs she would slip out of her safe little corner and slink like an ally cat around other dancers and voyeurs towards the darkest end of the bar. She'd slip two dollars over the counter to the bartender and snatch the bottle of water before it could hit the tack counter top. Crack the seal and raise it to her lips, desperate to finish it before she felt the need to dance again.

He would sit as still as a python as the heat from her body washed over him, examine every muscle of her throat as it constricted around the surge of water. Observe as she heard another favorite song mixed in, did she know her eyes dilated? Did she know that once she started sweating he could see the delicate lace pattern that edged her bra? Did she know he could see the faint curve of her belly button? Could she truly be oblivious or did know?

Maybe her mixed signals were the allure. Her clothing was in all honesty terribly plain. Her ordinary face illumined by the bars backlighting was bare of everything but flush and perspiration. Her hair was a tousled frizzy mess and her perfume only the smelled of clean fresh sweat. 

The water having cooled her, the thick stick of hair on her neck was now too much of a distraction. She pulled a band off her wrist and with a few quick sweeps collected the bunch up into a tight ponytail. 

For a moment, he could feel the exposure felt awkward and uncomfortable. The outside world threatened to inflict itself on her senses. Desperately to relax she would close her eyes and listened to the music trying to find pattern. 

She was close enough for him to see the movement of her eyes behind their closed lids. The small hairs on her face and the faded scars that trickled down her hair line and marched over her shoulders to spill down her arms, chest and back. 

She felt eyes on her, his eyes and where in the normal world she would falter and flee. But, over the months few people ever approached her here. He never considered it and after awhile his attention became part of the backdrop. 

Sometimes when emboldened by the music she would imagine that she was beautiful and was dancing just for him. No, she never looked for him, never searched for his approval. It had to be a secret because discovery could only lead to misery. 

So, late into the night in the darkest part of the bar, her dance would take on a different rhythm. Some women would try to bump and grind or shimmy and slide. Instead, her face would relax and a smirk curled the edges. Her hands searched out her face like a lover in the dark. They played over her heart, tapping out a seductive cryptogram. Her hips would appear to try and spill out over her jeans one at a time only to be snatched up by invisible hands only to be released, over, and over again.

Lust ate at his heart. It was game he played. There were only two things he had to remember and hold true and millions that he had to reject and avoid. He had wanted at one time every one of those millions of things, until they tasted like goofer dust in his mouth. Until he even grew bored with that feeling and moved on, the emotion was so empty, he didn't know how to describe it had anyone asked, but once every era there was a spark, never a flame. That would imply more, but just a spark, and that would be enough. 

He knew that for a short while, she would arrive with the regularity of the tides. She would bloom and turn just ever so slightly in his direction. With the last song she would fold up in on herself and that would be it until the next time. 

And one day she wouldn't be there. Because of rejection, age, or finally death and once again he would be without his illusion. 

Because it was never more than a girl dancing for herself in a crappy rundown bar the promise would remain pure, the deal unbroken, one night a week that in the end could be over looked for the great good provided. 

Last call bantered about, the music died into the background, and his dancer came back down into her body and with a shaky sigh paid for one more bottle of water and headed off. 

Sitting in the middle of hundreds of humans, he to sighed and slowly let himself be pulled back into the emptiness that is... 



Dance for the Broken



Sometimes there are dances that we do, not for the public but for ourselves. It began in Russia, my home country. We would begin the night dancing for the crowds, dancing for those men with their hands in their pockets and their gaping maws, thrusting the zloty into the ridiculously brief costumes we would wear.

True sexuality comes not from a red sequined g-string and a few moves that simulate the sexual act against some shining pole that still carries the scent of the other dancers that work the club. All to the pulsing, throbbing music that sends liquid honey through the veins. It comes from within. 

Before we dance for each other, we bathe. Perhaps it is a reaction to that sweat, that stink, that stench that remains in the nostrils hours after we finish a show. It invades the skin and the odour of spent desire remains in our hair, though we have not allowed anyone to cum on us. It did not matter though.

We bathe in pairs. Do not misunderstand, we are not lesbian. But we touch each other, a gentle contrast to the rough handling from the men we have had touch us again and again.

The bath begins on a small wooden stool. A bowl with warm rosewater is made ready. Candles and lanterns pattern the room with shifting shadows and pools of light.

The sponge is dipped into the water and placed against the back of my neck and squeezed. The water sluices down the satiny smooth golden skin, trickling down my buttocks and dripping onto the floor. Slender strands of hair soak with water, while the rest is pinned atop my head.

Another dip of the sponge and this one smoothes over my shoulders and down one arm to my fingertips. The faint scratchiness inevitably causes the rosebud tips of my breasts to peak. The sensation is indescribable.

The sponge traces across the tanned skin of my breasts, a tantalizing dip and swirl over each sensitized mound. My skin shines in the glow of the candlelight. A kiss is placed on my shoulder with gentle lips as the sponge traces the other arm, cleansing it. Those lips drift up to my neck, a delicate tongue tracing the soft skin.

I do not respond. There is no need to. I just draw comfort and a slow arousal from it. The sponge is drawn across my belly and down my legs to my toes. Dancer's legs, slender and toned, the nails clear of the bright red nail polish that matches my 'uniform'. The rough sponge is drawn up my inner thighs, the sensations plucking at my core. The lips still do wonderful things to my neck. And with that, the bath ends with no protest. What is given is gratefully received, but more cannot be asked.

I am dried with a soft cotton towel. I need not lift a finger to help, and next comes the perfumed oil. The scent is reminiscent of jasmine. Strong fingers rub the tension from my shoulders with sensual strokes, sending tremors of awareness through my blood.

The fingers smooth the slick fluid over my breasts, tracing over my nipples, teasing gently. The sheen on my skin makes it glow copper in the candlelight. Lips replace the fingers, kissing briefly, while the fingers splay across my belly, smoothing more oil across the flat plane. Oiled fingertips slide into the thin stripe of curls covering my groin, moving in a breath stealing motion. My eyes are closed through the entire ritual – not from disgust, but to use every other part of my body to enjoy the sensations – the smell, the taste, the sound, the feel. The eyes can be deceived, mocked...but one cannot make a fool of the skin and the gentleness of the touch of another woman.

For a moment, those lips rest on mine, tenderly kissing me. No thrusting tongue, or clash of teeth, just a careful tasting. Our tongues flow together, a mating dance that is slow and thoughtful, testing each other out. There is no sense of should and should not, there is only the moment. The hands smooth more oil down my legs as she kneels between them and her face in the light is exquisite.

She rises before me, her form lightly clad in nothing more than a white silk shift, made transparent by pressing against my damp body and again I need do nothing as my dancing garb is brought in. Of azure silk, the garment is richly jeweled, and hides more than it shows. But ah, such is true sensuality. A real dancer does not need to flash her breasts and her mound to arouse others. She uses her eyes, her limbs, her soul. 

The flowing skirt clasps at my waist, the sapphire jeweled belt a match for my eyes. The fingers smooth the silken bodice over my breasts and tie it behind my neck. The areola are peaked and visible behind the sheer cloth. 

My fingers are clasped firmly in hers, as she leads me to the front room. Here the tables are cleared to one side, the floors clean and swept. All the lights are out. Like the bathing room, the front room has only firelight to illuminate it – candles and lanterns by the hundreds.

An indulgence the owners know to allow. There are no men here, none are ever invited.

The music is not the strident rhythm of the strip club, but it holds elements of similarity. Someone plays the drums. The driving beat that sends shivers of heat through the veins, overlaid by a sensual melody wrought by a flute that asks the body to move, not in a superficial parody of sex, with thrusting hips and shaken breasts, but in a more earthy manner – a story told by limbs, by eyes not deadened by experience and by a come-hither flick of the hips.

And so I dance. For these women, for my sisters and what they mean to me. For the memory of what we once were, for the celebration of who we are and to forget what we do. The drum beat hits me low in my gut and spreads throughout my groin, my hips move of their own volition. The harmonies ask my arms to move, and they create a dance of their own, light and flowing. 

My bathing partner joins me. Sometimes this happens, but it is not frowned on, or even commented on. Her hands slide down my arms and her fingers merge with mine. Our bodies close the distance between them, and we move, hip to hip, breast to breast. There are other women in the room, and some of them sit with their arms around each other. Light caresses. A touch here, a kiss there. None here find other women their true desire...but this catharsis, this desire to remove what we know each day can only be done by one who understands.

And the beat. Those drums..pounding, pounding, pounding...writhing their sensuous way through my gut, tapping an insistent rhythm on my clit, peaking my nipples and drawing the flush of arousal to my cheek.

Fingertips lightly memorise the curve of a waist, a buttock, a breast. The music plays on, a heady sound. My mind that tells me numbers and facts and 'don't do this!' or 'don't do that' is far, far away. Her lips, they meet mine for a butterfly kiss, no demand...no pressure. No 'tick tick tick'...hurry up, your next customer is waiting. We have all the time in the world and we take it. Music washing over us, exhorting us...tantalizing us.

My bathing partner skims her way down my body, tracing kisses through the sheer cloth. Her hands smooth up the firm skin of my thighs. My muscles arch and strain, moving, constantly moving, like the silk that covers my body. My head drops back, the silken curtain of my hair brushing the bared flesh of my back and my eyes drift shut, enjoying the sheer weight of pleasure that courses my being. Her fingers find the very center of me and a sigh escapes my lips as she delves deep. I can feel all eyes upon us. 

There is a new element tonight. One which I had been aware of, I had talked about it with her. But that beat, that driving rhythm...it made me forget. So when I saw her, my eyes widened in shock. She was clad in white also, they all were. Only the dancer ever wore colour – it was an unwritten rule. But unlike the others she was wearing something else...

I felt its touch as she came up behind me, a contrast between the hardness of it and the softness of her breasts as she embraced me, her hands caressing my barely clothed torso. The soft exhalation that follows this unusual sensation is taken by the lips of my bathing companion, her fingers still at work, the lightest of touches. My eyes drift shut.

Women are naturally instinctual at making love to other women. They understand the nuances of pressure, of what feels good, what hurts...what hurts so that it feels good. But there is no pain here, only the heady sensation of arousal. And whereas a man might thrust, even the gentlest of men, and unwittingly cause pain, a women understands slow, steady, allowing for adjustment, understanding that deeper is not always better. The hardness pressing into my buttocks is adjusted so that now it hovers at my nether lips. There is no dancing now. This is a different kind of dance. A healing dance.

My stance adjusts to allow room, and my bathing companion supports me. Her lips trace my neck, her fingers delving into my hair, drawing me close. The woman behind me rests her body against mine and I am surrounded by softness, a comfort, a sensation not possible with the planes of the male body, all angles and hard edges. The only hardness is that which is slowly pressing inch by heart-stopping inch into me.

And at the point where pain is normally caused, she stops, withdraws, and thrusts again. I open my eyes, the lids slumberous and heavy. Many of my sisters now caress each other openly and I watch them. There is a heat in the room that cannot be attributed to flame alone. There is no judgment here, no shame. No 'why can't my breasts be larger?' or 'why can't my legs be longer?'. There is just the passion.

My bathing companion was whispering to me, I realized. She alternated between tracing the shell pink curve of my ear with her tongue and speaking in that husky voice that drove another spike of desire into my groin. My breath was coming sharp and fast now. 

With the arousal that hard started with the bath, it was not long before I clenched around the hardness within in an orgasm that crashed around me, blowing away my thoughts like autumn leaves. I was supported between the two women and they held me firmly. 

A bubbling laugh erupts from my lips, the first sound heard in the room. And this is some sort of signal.

Once more we are but strippers, dancing for the dollar bills thrust into our panties by sweating men. But somehow, after a night like tonight, it does not seem to matter so much.

I am given a hug by my bathing companion, and a sisterly kiss on the lips. The other woman embraces me from behind. There is no hardness now, it has been removed from me, and from her. The other women rise from their prone positions, some hug me, others touch my arm as we drift away. Some of the women will enjoy each other's company this night and return on the morrow for another days work.

As for me?

Perhaps I did. But it isn't really that important is it?