0 comments/ 21913 views/ 1 favorites The Tease By: tiwerd She wanted to tease him as long as possible. He had been a bull-headed dick and actually thought he could break things off with her because she was such a teasing bitch, but she knew he would only come back begging. Her plan worked. After 2 weeks of not hearing from him, he emailed her apologizing for being so stupid. She decided to tease him further and asked him what he would do the next time they met. He said he’d show her a good time. She asked if a “good time” involved using his mouth? “Of course”, he said, “Can I come down right now?” She said she didn’t have time. The next 2 weeks involved the same conversation. He would make her giggle with funny stories, tease her with talk of nibbling her toes, but in the end, she would end up having any excuse for not meeting him. He, of course, would pull on his cock all night long thinking about her, waking up his cat with the sounds of lotion squishing around his swollen cock. He fantasized about the time he pushed his hard rod into her ass carefully and how she pushed back against it and wiggled side to side until he spewed his cum into her ass for the first time. He also found himself fingering his own ass thinking about the way she used to do that too; a little mix of pain and a shuddering explosion of cum that shot 4 feet in the air. All the while, she was at home, going about her chores snickering to herself; knowing that he would be stuck stroking his cock for hours until his shoulder was aching and his cock stung. After about a month of this torture, she started to feel sorry for the guy’s pecker and made arrangements to get off work early. He called her and emailed her 50 times just like the day before, but little did he know that tonight he’d actually get the real thing - rather than hyper-extending his back even further. 6:30 p.m. rolled around and finally he gave up his begging to go home and hit the Jergens bottle again. She was already flying down the freeway towards his house. Although she tried to deny it, she couldn’t help get wet and stroke her clit on the way. Her pussy was soaking wet! Her hips started to gyrate on her seat, and she began to swerve down the highway, shuddering from the twangs of mini-orgasms that were wracking her body. One guy in his pickup truck got cut off and flicked her off just as she was getting off the freeway! She didn’t care though because the pickup driver was cute and she knew where she wanted that finger. Her skin-tight black Lycra work-out shorts were sticky and soaked with her pussy juice by the time she pulled up to his driveway. Only one light was on in the house in his bedroom, and she walked in the front door. She walked quietly to his closed bedroom door and listened. She could hear him stroking his cock, first fast, then slow down for a bit, then speed up again until it sounded like some kind of grease factory. At first she was going to burst in on him, but after listening to this for a while, knowing that he was hand-fucking himself because of her, she started to get wet again. She cupped one tit with hand, and slid her other hand down her shorts. She dug her middle finger past her thong and into her gash, imagining his tongue and mouth eating her pussy wildly. Her other hand stopped pinching her nipple, and slipped itself down the back of her shorts and across her ass. She squatted there, one finger in her pussy, and now one in her ass, finger fucking herself with her mouth open, frowning from the unbearable pleasure she was giving herself. Her cum began to drip down her leg and she let out a whimper as she came, alternating one finger into her slit, the other into her tight pink asshole. The squishing sounds from the other side of the door stopped! She froze there with her fingers in her holes, afraid to slip them out of her pants squatting down like that. After about thirty seconds of silence, she heard the pump-pump of the lotion bottle, and the squishy sounds started again. She let out a sigh of relief, and began to finger her holes some more. Her nipples hardened and she squeezed her anus around her finger, shivering as she wiggled her finger inside her wet pussy. She imagined his lubed cock at the entrance of her butt, sliding around and slightly into her tight asshole, only to shoot its creamy load all over her ass and pussy. Having enough of this dreaming, she pulled her fingers out of her wet holes and took a minute to compose herself. Then she knocked on the door... A loud bang from him hitting his knee on the dresser came through the door along with a curse and a muttered “Just a second! I’m in the bathroom!” She rolled her eyes and waited a good minute for him to find some pants and stuff is erect penis into them. “Who is it?” he yelled. “It’s me.” She yelled back. For a moment she only heard silence. “Uh,” He stumbled. “Hey! What are you doing here?” “I was in the neighborhood.” She lied. Finally after another 30 seconds he opened the door. “Sorry,” he said, “the toilet won’t flush.” “Is that why you smell like shit?” She asked. Not knowing how to respond, he just shrugged and made a clearing in the dirty cloths for her to sit down. She grimaced as she walked past him and although she pretended to be disgusted, she found the smell of pre-come and lotion erotic. He watched her ass saunter by him and he lost his train of thought. “Can I get you anything?” He asked. “Other than a barf bag, no, I’m just here for a minute. I have a commitment at 9:00” She explained. “I really missed you.” He complained. “Did you?” She asked. “Or did you miss my body?” “Well, both, of course!” he piped. “You’ve got a great ass!” She stands up and quips “I’m more than a piece of ass. That’s it, I’m out of here.” “No, wait, I’m sorry!” he begged. “I’m sorry; I’m such a jerk, you’re more than a piece of ass. I mean, I’m not just after your body. I think you’re a really sweet person. I could care less about what you look like.” He said. “Whatever, if you don’t care, I can find someone who does.” She barked. She began walking towards the door pouting and he reaches her before she gets there. He places his hands on her shoulders and stops her. “Wait, really, don’t go, I want you to stay.” He says with a soft and deep voice. “Why should I stay?” She asks. “Because you look really stressed out and you should relax for a minute.” He argues. “I can’t relax,” She says. “I’m stressed from working so much.” “Awww,” He says. “Relax, for a second.” He began to rub her shoulders and she let out a small moan. He softly caressed her neck which made her sigh and roll her head back. Next he moved her long brown hair to the side and kissed her ear. “Mmmmm.” She moans. Sensing he’s starting to turn her on, he begins to lick her ear, sliding his tongue into her ear. “Ahhhh.” She sighs. She reached back and began to stroke his already rock hard cock. Part II Six months of pent-up sexual frustration hit him like a starving cannibal. Faster than a NASA disaster, he dropped down to his knees, pulled her shorts down, and mashed his face into her ass. Darting his tongue in and out of her anus, she gasped and closed her eyes tight. The sensation of his licking her ass caused her knees to buckle. She tried to grab something before she fell but her pants around her ankles made her fall face-first into the floor. Still holding on, he gets to have access to her hairless sweet wet pussy. He devoured her sugar dish and she began to shudder with an orgasm. As she came, she briefly thought he may be offended by the sheer volume of fluid pumping out of her cunt. “Ohhhhhh fuck!” She cried. “Oh yeah, more baby.” He encouraged. He didn’t know where she liked to be licked exactly so he figured he’d give long slow cat-licks starting at her furry muff, over her clit, sink into her pussy and then pause at her anus before starting at her mound again. She seemed to like this so he kept the same slow pace for a good 10 licks. His face glistened with saliva and pussy juice. Almost cumming himself from dry-fucking the shag carpet, he was able to reach down and grab his dick. Not wanting to stop slurping at her sweet pussy, he managed to swing himself under her body and feed her his cock. She was only able to put it in her mouth for three seconds before the first shot of cum hit the back of her throat. She gasped and had to lift her mouth off of it while she held onto the base of his dick. Each successive stream of cum was more massive than the next; the first rope jumped into the air and splashed across her chest. The second landed in the carpet next to them and the third she was able to get into her mouth again. He came so hard that he couldn’t scream, instead making a choking noise that forced his eyes wide open. “Ggggghhhhhhk!” He sputtered. Although nearly every drop of reserves from his well had been expended, his cock kept twitching in orgasmic pulses. She began to suck on it again, her cheeks collapsing in on them as she sucked the last of his cum from his nut sack. The effect of this caused his stomach to contract, forcing his mouth into her pussy, nose into her ass. She instantly came again with such force that a burst of air puffed out of her pussy, blowing his hair from his eyes. When they slowly relaxed their grips on each other, their mouths met and they French kissed. She found a way to remove her shorts and thong which gave her an idea. She made him lean back, and while he sucked on one of her nipples, she put her white lace thong around his cock. Next she wrapped more of the thong around his balls and pulled the rest tight in her hand. Like silky horse reigns, she now had complete control over him. Part III Blood expanded the veins in his dick to the size of penne pasta. A large dollop of pre-come dripped out of the head and down the side of his shaft, only to be absorbed into the white panties. She locked her eyes onto his and licked her lips. “You want me to slide on top of this don’t you?” She asked. “Yes……please!” “No,” She teased. “I’m going to make you wait.” Still holding onto the fabric, she bit and licked his nipple, licked his face and placed her middle finger in his mouth. He greedily sucked at the finger, murmuring his desires under his breath. She pulls the saliva drenched finger from his mouth and reaches around her ass. “Do you know what I’m doing?” She asked. His brow furrowed at the pain coming from his genitals and he didn’t want to answer. ”I’m sliding my finger in and out of my ass.” She purred. “It feels sooooo goooooood.” He tried to grab her hair with one hand and bring her closer but she tightened the grip on the panties causing him to clench his teeth and release her hair. He sucked in his breath through his teeth. “Sssssss!” “My ass is so hot and wet.” She said. “Oh fuck I need more. Put your fingers in my mouth.” She demanded. He followed directions and stuck two fingers past her lips into her slippery hot mouth. Her mouth was hot and wet, and he shivered at the sensation of her tongue slipping and sliding around and between his two fingers. In the meantime, she was still jabbing her asshole with her own finger causing her to salivate further, spit dripping between his fingers and down her chin, finally landing on his cock. She noticed this and pulled her finger out of her ass and began to stroke his wet dick. She now had one hand pulling on the panties and the other hand stoking his dick like a plunger while he had his fingers in her mouth. Not needing any more instruction, he pulled his fingers out of her mouth and replaced them with his tongue. His hand found its way to her pussy. He gently fondled her lips and vulva for a moment. With his index finger and ring finger, he parted her lips and slipped his middle finger deep inside her vagina. They now masturbated each other and played tongue-tag. His middle finger twirled around inside her pussy and her cum dripped into his palm. Next, his index finger found its way deep into her asshole, his thumb into her pussy. Like an inverted six-pack, he was able to manipulate her body; causing her to rise and fall at his command. She began to whimper and rode his fingers on the brink of cumming again. Slick clear juice seeped out of her pussy and down his hand. She now started to cry out heavily. “Mmmm, ohhhhh, eeennhhh, hhhhuh, eeeeeeenhhh! Mmmmm!” She moaned. He wiggled his finger in her ass, marveling at how hot and tight it was. He slid his whole finger in there and at the same time rubbed her G-spot with his thumb. He tried to concentrate on her pleasure, but every time her hand stroked his wet cock, he would flinch as her hand ran over the head of his dick. She knew what to do after a year of him teaching her where to rub. He felt like he was going to cum again and started to bite his lip. ”I’m going to cum!” He said. She would have none of this and stopped stroking his dick and twisted the panties even tighter around the base of his cock. Like an animal balloon, the pressure in his nut sack grew; he felt like his balls were going to explode! The main problem with this was that after a minute his dick started to go limp from lack of blood supply. She moved back, his fingers plopping out of her, and she got on her hand and knees. Almost violently, she sucked his dick. She sucked and sucked and sucked. His head vibrated from wave after wave of ecstasy coursing through his brain. She took the finger that used to be in her ass and now slid it in his. He convulsed and his legs jerked straight, making his hips rise, causing her to gag on his cock. She got over it and continued to suck and slurp on his dick as she massaged his prostate through his butt hole. Again he felt the throws of an earth shattering orgasm begin to wreak havoc on his body. “AHHHHSSHHSHHSSSSSSSSSSHITTTT” He groaned. Part IV Sensing he was at the brink of launching his sperm into the air again, she released the panty tourniquet in her hand, pulled her finger out of his ass, and let the dick slide out of her mouth all at the same time. Searing pleasure was instantly transformed into scorching pain as blood rushed into his purple wiener. “Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” He screamed. “You biiiiiiitch!” She half-way felt bad for the poor guy. She wondered if she had done permanent damage, but was determined to find out otherwise. Another five seconds later when his cock had regained its normal color, she mounted it. Although it was a tight fit, she was able to get it all the way in her pussy in one long, slow, stroke. All of the cum she had accumulated inside her twat was forced out past her lips and flowed down his cock, over his balls and into the crack of his ass. She leaned forward, arching her back and stuck one of her big nipples into his mouth. His whining subsided as he began to suck and fuck. Tears of pain turned to tears of pleasure as he regained feeling into his cock. Rock hard now; he decided it was time for pay-back. He began bucking and fucking her from underneath as hard as he could while holding on to her ass and shoulder. ”Oh God!” She cried. “Yes!” He nailed her over and over with all his strength. The two of them slowly moved across the carpet as he lurched up into her with only his feet and back on the ground. His head ended up against the wall, only to bang itself repeatedly on the floorboard. She was at his mercy as he grabbed her hair and started spanking her ass. The incessant rhythm of the ass-slapping and pounding of her clit on his hard stomach forced her to cum again. Her pussy muscles contracted over and over seemingly milking his cock; coaxing his dick to join her in orgasm. He tried to keep thrusting for a while as she came on him. His body reacted to the flood of pussy juice, smells, motion, and sounds with instinct and he shot his sperm deep into her pussy with one last thrust. The two continued to fuck each other as they came, even though they weren’t outwardly moving. The only movement took place inside her pussy; the contractions of her vagina and the pulsing of his penis. “Oooooohhhh!” He cried. “Eeeeeehhhhhhhh!” she responded Shot after shot of his sticky goo flooded every part of her pussy. She filled up quickly and the fluid had no place to go but squirt out between the sides of his dick and her pussy lips. All time and awareness of the world around them stopped. Shuddering repeatedly, they swelled with heat and sweat as they continued to cum. A last spasm of his penis sent one last squirt of cum into her pussy. She came over and over, her pussy contracting and terrorizing his dick with pulsations that snatched at him until he began to climax again. His head grew dizzy from the experience of having a second orgasm and continued to fuck upward though he could barely control his body. Their labored breathing slowed and minutes later she fell asleep on top of him. Even though she was the worst tease he had ever met, he convinced himself, next time he would only wait a week. The Tease Everyday Mandy would watch the beautiful blond couple get on the elevator and head to work. They lived on the same floor as Mandy and her mother's apartment building. She looked forward to seeing them everyday. They went to work about the same time Mandy went to school. She was a freshman at the local college. They looked like a well to do happy couple. The lady was in her early 30's and had long blond wavy hair, athletic legs, pouty lips and breasts that Mandy longed for hers to resemble someday. The man could have been the ladies brother, in his blond good looks, broad shoulders and blue eyes. It so happened that Mandy left school early and headed home. She got to the elevator just as the doors were sliding shut and yelled "Hold the door!" The doors slid open again and there they were. Mandy had never been on the same elevator ride as the blonde couple. "Thank you" she whispered in a shy voice and smiled. "It's Mandy right?" the tall man said "my name is Jack and this is my wife Emily" Emily was watching Mandy with an amused grin. "Nice to meet you both" Mandy said. Suddenly the elevator jerked and stood still. "Oh shit" Jack said as he picked up the elevator phone and talked with someone on the line. "Well ladies it looks like we're going to be here for a while" Mandy sighed and sat down on the floor. Her long legs stretched out before her as she struggled to pull her skirt down. She blew a short strand of red hair out of her eyes. "I guess this is better than school" she laughed. Emily asked how old she was and what grade she was in. Little did Mandy know that the blonde couple knew quite a bit about her. When they lay in bed they would talk about the young beauty that lived a couple of doors down. Jack always said that he would like to see his lovely wife do naughty things to the petite red head. Slowly Emily began to smile as the dirty thoughts poured into her head. "What's the joke" Mandy asked, curious about the woman's smile. She was having a heard time looking anywhere but the woman's breasts. "Oh nothing" Emily coyly said "I was just wondering what we should do to pass the time" her blue eyes slid slowly to her husbands, as a knowing smile spread across his face. He'd seen his wife do this more than once and couldn't wait to see how this was going to turn out. He could feel himself grow hard at the thought of jumping the girl. "It's so hot in here" Emily joyfully said with a pouting smile. She took off her shoes and began to take off her top. Mandy couldn't believe what she was seeing. She licked her lips and actually hoped the blonde woman would continue. She was dying to see her breasts. Mandy couldn't believe she was thinking this. She had been with a couple of boys but never a woman. She had never even thought about it, but as Emily slipped her shirt off she could think of nothing else, and a very unsettling pulsing feeling began in her privates. "Do you mind?" Emily asked. "Oh no" she squeaked out followed quickly by a blush. Jack laughed gently at the young girl and leaned down to kiss his wife's bare back. He reached his hand to her bra and unsnapped it. Emily looked at Mandy as he took off her bra. Mandy gasped quietly as the beautiful breasts slid out of the dainty bra. Emily's nipples were erect and Mandy felt the urge to suck them into her mouth and rub her tongue over them. She shivered at the thought and her heart started pounding as the blood roared in her ears. Emily leaned her head back as she received Jack's kiss. Mandy watched with growing shock and desire. "Mandy, it's getting a bit warm" Jack said sweetly "why don't you take off your top?" Mandy's heart stopped when she realized what she was quickly getting herself into. "Here sweet heart" Emily suggested gently "let me do that for you" She reached across the small space and ran her silky hand over Mandy's feet and up her calves to the tip of her skirt. Emily grazed over Mandy's tummy to slowly pull the shirt over her breasts. To the couple's surprise, Mandy wasn't wearing a bra and her small young breasts were free, and her tiny nipples were begging to be touched. Jack ran his hand down Emily's back, toward the zipper at the top of her skirt. He unzipped it as Mandy's breath quickened. Emily leaned in to Mandy to pull her shirt completely over her head. Emily's breasts were inches from Mandy's hungry mouth, as she licked her lips at the thought of running her tongue across the pink nipple, but she was afraid to do so. Jack saw her hesitation and teased her by saying "It's ok Mandy, do what you want" Mandy slowly did as she was told and began to lean into Emily, when the elevator gave a sudden jerk allowing Mandy's mouth to slam into Emily's nipple. Everyone froze when the sounds of men working on the elevator penetrated into their small space. Mandy flung her head back and desperately began a search for her shirt and Emily did the same. Just as Emily's shirt was over her breasts the door opened. Jack sighed and Mandy blushed as Emily laughed. They got up and stepped out of the elevator. Mandy immediately felt ashamed and exhilarated at the same time. "Feel free to stop in our ride in the elevator whenever you want, Mandy" Emily whispered as Jack took her elbow and went down the hall to their apartment. Mandy sighed, and made a feverish wish that the elevator would get stuck again soon. The Tease Thanks very much to neonlyte for all his help. Angelene walked out of the change room and checked herself in one of the numerous mirrors standard in strip clubs. She looked great. Her face, framed by curling copper red hair and enhanced with emerald green eyes, was angelic. This was the only thing 'Holy' about her. She wore just enough makeup to draw attention to her bright eyes and soft mouth. Angelene's full breasts nicely filled out a white bikini top tied at the neck and back. Her body was slim, but not from starvation or exercise as is so common; she just was. Her waist was tiny and her hips and ass flared out sweetly in bright red hot pants. The stiletto heels she wore matched her pants in colour and beautified her long legs. Her skin was that flawless cream that natural redheads sport. One ankle had a wallet wrapped around it like a cuff. "Oh yeah," she thought. "Nobody whose interested in sex will look at me and not want me." Angelene loved her job. She adored displaying her charms for people as close as she could, knowing that she could always deny them. She delighted in the sense of power it gave her. Dominating someone with her splendid body turned Angelene on. For a moment, Angelene thought of the time that wasn't true. Growing up in a strict household, she had no control over anything. When and what she ate, when and how to sleep, what to learn, how to learn it; everything in her life had been decided for her. She had gotten to hate this fact of her life. So, she had loved it when she discovered she had power of her own. As she grew into womanhood, Angelene caught on to the fact that she was very desireable. People wanted her. Angelene found that she could use that yearning to get others under her control. Most would do anything if they thought they could get into her pants. Angelene never let them. She believed her power would be lost if the promise was kept. And Angelene found that power was an stupendous arouser. When she discovered stripping, Angelene knew she had found the perfect job. She could spend all day or night titillating people and she would get paid for it. She couldn't ask for better than that. Angelene broke that chain of thought. "Time to get to work," she decided and headed towards the bar for the fruit juice she drank while on duty. This allowed her to check out potential customers. The first people she noticed were a man and woman sitting together in an alcove, away from the stage but with a good view. They looked both nervous and excited. The man, not quite middle aged, was dressed in slacks and a golf shirt. He was heavy set and soft looking with brown hair and eyes. Angelene thought he would be fat before much longer. The woman was a couple of years younger. She wore a white silk blouse, a black velvet jacket and a black skirt reaching to mid-thigh. Her boots, low heeled black leather, covered her calves. The golden blonde hair was professionally done. Like her partner, she was not thin; all of her female features were excessive, giving her a lush appearance. "First timers," was Angelene's thought. This was usually a good thing. People visiting clubs for the first time often got very excited and spent a lot of money. Then she noticed another man several tables away from the couple. Her first impression was of size. He was a very large man. He wasn't tall and skinny like a basketball player, or grossly fat like too many men she had seen here. He was solid as a boulder. His craggy face accentuated Angelene's impression of stolidity. Her second notion was dark. His hair, eyes and clothing were all black. It made him appear to be a piece of shadow. The only light that seemed to show was the glow of a cigarette. Angelene didn't know what to make of him. "I think I'll check him out after I've made some money," she resolved to herself. She made it to the bar and got her juice. "The couple first," was her decision. She walked over to their table and made an evolution of sitting down next to the woman. Angelene first faced them so they could check out her face and breasts, then turned to display her well shaped buttocks before placing them in a chair. In a mirror, she could see both of them follow her hot pants all the way down. "Hi, I'm Angel. I haven't seen you before. Is this your first time here?" The man nodded nervously while the woman gazed out over the club. "You can look at me honey. That's what I'm here for. And I would be hurt if you didn't, after all the work I did to make myself worth looking at. You wouldn't want to hurt my feelings would you?" The woman turned her eyes to Angelene, blushed, then smiled. The man saw his female companion's reaction and a touch of lust came to his face. Angelene went on with her sale. "So, are you two people just going to watch the stage shows? Or did you have something special planned? If you do, I'm just the person you want for that sort of thing." "I'm not." said the man, "but Karen here does. This was her idea." "Tom!" remonstrated Karen. She turned to Angelene, "I thought it might be interesting. But I'm not sure if..." Angelene reached out and caressed the woman's arm. Karen's sentence ended with a quiet gulp. "Oh, I think you're sure, Karen. No sense in coming this far and not following through. Come on," Angelene stood up and pulled Karen out of her seat. "You'll have a lot of fun." As Angelene lead them back to the VIP area, she checked her customers in the mirrors. Karen was excited but it was hidden a bit by confusion. Tom was just as excited, and concealing it under nonchalance as most guys did. As the trio entered the special room, the bouncer smirked at Angelene. He had seen her work before and stood in minor awe of her ability. Angelene took them to the very last of the cubicles that made up the VIP room. The lighting was dim. Semidarkness made the dancers more comfortable since it hid any physical flaws. It made the customers feel anonymous which made them more stimulated and freer with their money. "There you go Karen." said Angelene, gesturing at the seat placed in the cubicle. Karen sat down in the low comfortable chair and Tom pulled up the one from across the aisle. Angelene sat down in her customer's ample lap. Karen stiffened a bit and pulled back. "Don't worry, honey. I won't bite." Angelene wrapped an arm around Karen and pulled her close. She could feel Karen's heart pounding and see her face flush with embarrassment... and desire. "The rules are pretty simple folks. Dances are $20 a song, and there's no touching the dancers." Angelene leaned close to Karen's ear and whispered, "But I can touch you. And rules can be bent." Angelene's warm sibilance on Karen's ear caused the woman to draw in a long throaty gasp. Her blush deepened. A song started for the stage show. Angelene rotated on Karen's lap, so that her back was to her victim. Then she slid down to a crouch, brushing the skin of her back across the warm flesh of Karen's legs. With her shoulders brushing soft knees, Angelene placed her hands on the leather boots and pushed the other woman's legs apart. There was a little resistance but not much. Angelene looked at Tom with a devilish smile. He was starting to sweat and he reached into his pants to adjust his anatomy. Turning to face Karen, Angelene noticed the blond's eyes had a slight glaze to them, her face coloured a light red and mouth open in a slight pant. Angelene thrust on Karen's knees to widen the space between them. The dark skirt rode up her thighs and Angelene could see the red lace thong her customer was wearing. Angelene slithered up Karen's legs, feeling the warmth rise in them. She ran her body up until she was stretched out on the woman's full torso with her head next to Karen's. "Sweetie, you have the loveliest underwear. Are you hoping to see mine soon?" "Yes," puffed Karen in reply. "I might not be wearing any." hinted Angelene. "But you're going to find out soon." Karen let out a breathless moan. Angelene could feel her own passion start to rise. She loved teasing people, especially ones as inexperienced as Tom and Karen. She knew she would soon have them willing to eat out of her hand, or anything else. Angelene leaned away from Karen and ran her hands along the woman's lovely face. In response, Karen fluttered her eyes as a hot flare of rapture ran through her body. Angelene kneeled on the chair, placing herself hip to hip and breast to breast with Karen. She could feel the rapid motion of Karen's chest and the softness of her tits. At that moment the song ended. Keeping her position, Angelene rubbed her head against Karen and asked, "Would you like another song's worth honey?" Karen swallowed and nodded an affirmative. "Oh," cooed Angelene, "thank you. It would be a shame to end such a good time so soon." Another song started up. Angelene stood up and away from her delightful prey. For a second, Karen tried to follow her. Angelene put her hands on her client's shoulders to keep the woman seated. "I'll be back soon enough lovely." Angelene ran her fingertips along her hips, up her stomach and between her breasts. Karen's eyes kept track of the entire trip. Angelene turned her back to Karen once more and bent over, displaying her covered ass. She stroked her hands up long legs and squeezed her cheeks. The dancer looked up to check on Tom. He had a very obvious erection and his eyes moved rapidly back and forth, trying to take in the entire lewd scene. Straightening up, Angelene moved her hands to the knot holding the bottom of her bikini top in place. As it came free Angelene turned to face Karen. The cups of the bra still covered Angelene's tits. "Do you want to see them, gorgeous?" Karen didn't move or speak but her wide eyes and slack mouth made her assent obvious. Angelene undid the top knot and her creamy orbs revealed themselves to the hungry person in front of her. The tiny piece of apparel fell to the chair between Karen's legs. Angelene reached down to pick it up, making sure she ran her hand along the inside of a soft thigh. Her client's body twitched at the touch. Placing her bra on the wall of the cubicle, Angelene placed her hands on her shoulders and pushed her breasts together. "Do you like these, beautiful?" Karen could only nod. Angelene covered her tits with her fingers and massaged them. "Can you imagine how good they feel?" Karen nodded again, her eyes filming with her excitement. Angelene took her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, tweaking them. The cherry coloured nubs became stiff in response. "I'll bet you would like to do this, wouldn't you Karen?" Karen answer was a hissed, "Uh huh." "So tell me. I can't know unless you tell me." "I never knew," exhaled Karen. "Go on" said Angelene. And she leaned her body closer. "How... How sexy this would be!" Angelene bought her firm tits closer still. "Tell me more." "They look so tasty, so warm, so tender." Angelene put her hands under her bust and bounced the tender mounds. "Go on." Karen reached up for Angelene. "I want to feel them. Fondle them. Taste them. I want..." The song stopped. Angelene reached out and moved Karen's hands back. "Now good-looking. No touching the dancers." She smiled, winked, and breathed, "Yet. "Do you want some more?" Karen moaned, "Yes." "Good. Because we're just getting started." The next song began to play. Angelene sat in Karen's lap, her legs gripping the wide hips. She took Karen's fingers and led them over the peeler's waist and stomach. "I don't see anything if you don't Karen." Her customer whined as she felt Angelene's soft, warm skin pass under her palms. Angelene placed her patron's hands on the fastening holding her pants closed. "Go ahead sweet. You know you want to." Karen's shaking digits took several seconds to undo the button. When her lower garment was open, Angelene stood up, unzipping the last barrier to Karen's eyes. "Get ready honey" she said. Angelene turned around, bent at the waist and slowly peeled her pants down her sleek limbs. She looked at Tom. The man appeared to be salivating with excitement. Angelene turned back to Karen, finally revealing all her beauty in it's naked glory. She knew that her pussy with it's pale skin and closely trimmed red hair was as enticing as anything on the planet. A fingernail lightly running through the thin thatch just above Angelene's entrance made Karen go slack jawed and wide eyed with passion. Kneeling between Karen's legs, Angelene ran her hands up the skin on the inside of Karen's thighs. The sensitive flesh prickled with goose bumps under the touch. Angelene could again see Karen's thong. A large and obvious wet spot had appeared on it. Angelene looked into Karen's eyes and ran her tongue over her lips, sending a message of hunger. Karen's face grew ruddy and moist in response. She unconsciously licked her own lips, signaling how high her temperature ran. Smiling, Angelene turned a bit and ran her nipples up Karen's left thigh. She kept going until she had pushed Karen's skirt almost to her hips. Karen groaned and squeezed her legs together, increasing the touch of Angelene's body. Angelene's excitement was rising. She loved tormenting someone as responsive as Karen. She knew she could make the poor woman nearly catatonic with lust. Angelene stood and sat on Karen's right leg, stroking it with the lips of her warm slit. She swept her hips back and forth, teasing closer and closer to Karen's focal point. Just before she reached it, Angelene spread her legs and sat in Karen's lap. She took her client's arms and moved them so that Karen's hands rested on Angelene's ass cheeks. The hot blonde reflexively started to squeeze and rub them. Wrapping her own arms around Karen's neck, Angelene snuggled up, feeling the sumptuous woman's stiff nipples against her own. "Sweetness," she whispered, "you are such a warm and wonderful armful." All Karen could do was mewl. The music stopped. Angelene sat back, holding her victim away from her. "Want me to go on Karen? We're having way too much fun to stop right now." Karen gave a weak smile and moved her head in agreement. Angelene danced seven more songs for Karen, tormenting her mercilessly the whole time. They kept within the rules, but barely. Angelene ran her tits over Karen's face and along her neck. She let Karen pet the flesh of her back and legs. She pressed her body against Karen's until her guest's full breasts were squeezed tightly between their bodies. On the last song, Angelene started to undo the top buttons of Karen's blouse and fondled the skin above the magnificent globes. Then she leaned down and exhaled heavily into Karen's top, causing warm, warm air to run over the sensitive surfaces. Karen grabbed Angelene's head and pulled it to her chest. Angelene ran her chin over the silk, caressing without touching flesh. The overheated woman sobbed in response at the intimate and sexy action. The music ended. "More, honey?" "No, no." whimpered Karen. "Can't take any more. Too much. Have to go." "So sad. I'm glad you had a good time. I sure did." Tom stood up with difficulty. His steel hard prick was making a large lump in his trousers. He pulled out his wallet and produced Angelene's money. "Thank you," said Angelene as she moved away from Karen. Her customer rose on shaky legs. Tom put his arm around Karen and walked her out of the VIP room. Pulling him close, she ran her tongue into Tom's ear as they left. Angelene put her fee away in the leg wallet and pulled her clothes back on. She left the VIP room giving the bouncer a wink on the way out. He grinned back and shook his head in wonder. Angelene freshened her fruit juice and leaned against the bar. "The night's off to a good start," she mused. "Two hundred bucks in less than an hour. I'm in no rush." She looked over at the big dark man, who hadn't left his table. "I think I'll do a little investigating." She walked over to the alcove where the man sat and stood in front of him. "Hey handsome. Would you like some company?" "Of course I would," came the reply. His voice was of a piece with the rest of him, deep and solid. He smiled at her. Unlike other customers, he looked straight at her face. He hadn't even scanned her body as most people in this place did. And the smile didn't say 'She wants me'. It was an expression of... appreciation. Angelene sat down with her usual flourish. When she turned to look at him, he was still looking into her face. He hadn't followed her butt the way Tom and Karen had. Angelene was a little put out that her power was so far wasted on this man. "Oh yeah?" she told herself. "Just wait 'til I get going." The man extended his hand. "My name is Mortimer. You can call me Morty. Mortimer is far too formal for me to use." Angelene accepted the hand, but a disbelieving look passed over her face. "Morty?" she thought. Morty caught her doubt. "What's in a name?" he quoted. "It's mine. I have no problem with it." "Then I don't either," replied Angelene. "Sorry. I'm Angel." "I must say, I'm quite impressed with your skill. Your customers came out of the private room in quite a rush and looking very..." "Horny?" interrupted Angelene with a grin. "Why thank you. I do love my work and I like when someone admires it. I bet if we went out into the parking lot we would see a car bouncing on it's shocks." "They didn't get that far. They're down in the woman's washroom." "What?!" "Go check for yourself if you don't believe me." Angelene blinked at Morty a couple of times, got up and headed for the cans. They were down a flight of stairs in the basement. As she approached the woman's Angelene could hear muffled speech from within. She pushed the door open and it creaked. The sounds stopped suddenly. The washroom was done up in black and white tile. It had three toilet stalls on the left and an equal number of basins on the right. The furthest stall had the door closed. Bending down Angelene could see Tom and Karen's feet. He had his back to the stall door and Karen's back was to Tom, with her legs spread as far apart as the small space would allow. Smiling, Angelene stood up. Then she noticed Karen's thong sitting on the edge of the middle wash basin. "They were sure in a hurry," she laughed to herself. Angelene picked up the strip of lace. She thought it looked wet enough that if it was squeezed, the thin piece of material would leak juice like a slice of orange. Lifting her leg, Angelene stuffed the delicate undergarment into her wallet. "I don't often get a souvenir," she thought. Angelene went to the door and made a loud show of opening and closing it to make it appear as if she had left. "Is she gone?" came Tom's voice. "Oo, don't know. Christ, that woman. She was such a tease. I've never been so horny. No more talking. Fuck me hard. Now!" The sound of flesh slapping against flesh came to Angelene's ears. A scent of sweat and a woman's arousal started to fill the air. Angelene could hear Karen spouting her passion. "Christ. Bang me good. Screw me deep. It's so fucking fine. Move that prick. Stick it all the way in. Shit. So good. Harder. That's it. Harder. God!" There was a long guttering moan as Karen came. As soon as the moan stopped, Karen started again. "More. Stick it to me. Yes. Hard, you bastard, hard. Christ, it feels good. More. Don't stop." Angelene started to feel her own breasts and lips tingle and swell as if Karen's lust was contagious. "Oh no," she told herself. "I don't fuck customers." So she quietly opened the door and slipped away. Tom and Karen were so busy screwing noisily, they had no idea there had been another person there. Angelene went back to Morty's table with a smirk on her face. "How did you know?" she asked him. The Tease "I've studied people for a long time." was his reply. "I've gotten good at reading them and predicting their actions. Would you like a smoke?" he went on. "No thanks." Nodding his understanding Morty drew one for himself. Placing the tube of tobacco in his mouth, he cupped his left hand over the end. When Morty revealed it, the cigarette was lit. "Hey! Good trick!" exclaimed Angelene. "How did you do that?" Morty smiled his acknowledgment of her praise. "You know we never reveal our secrets." "You're a magician then?" "I was," he explained, "but it didn't pay enough. So I moved on to other things." Angelene decided it was time to start the hard sell. She leaned over and pressed her breasts into Morty's arm. "So would you like to see me move? Close up, that is?" Morty grinned at her. "Not tonight. Thank you for the offer though." "Aw, c'mon big guy." She ran up her hand up his thigh, and then came to a surprise. As her hand reached his crotch, she found he wasn't erect. "Am I losing my touch?" she thought. Morty grinned even wider. "It's such fun watching a skilled professional at work. But seriously, not tonight. The proposal is appreciated though." Angelene covered her disappointment by doing a sexy little pout. "Damn. We could have had a lot of fun. Some other time then." She got up and headed for the bar. While Angelene was studying the club's patrons trying to find her next customer, Karen and Tom came up from the washrooms. They were rather disheveled. Their path to the door took them by Angelene. As they came closer Angelene saw a trail of Tom's semen and Karen's slickness run down the inside of the woman's left leg into her boot. Angelene gave her wicked smile to Karen and pursed her lips in a kiss. Karen stumbled a bit and held tightly to Tom's arm. She rushed him to the door. "It looks like their car's shocks will get a workout after all," thought Angelene. Smiling, she scanned the bar again and picked her next victim. This man was no match for Angelene and she got half a dozen dances from him. When she came out of the private area, Morty was still at his table. Angelene's face took on a predatory look and she headed towards him. At that moment, the deejay announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, our fine club is proud to present Sasha on stage. Angel? You're up next." Sighing in discontent, Angelene changed course for the dressing room. When the deejay used her stage name she was wanted on deck. Morty would have to wait. Once in the change room, Angelene opened her locker and put on the clothes she wore for her stage show. The undergarments went on first. They were black lace, tiny panties and bra. The bra was a peek-a-boo design, with little material in the cups so her nipples were exposed. The clasp was in the front. Angelene ran an ice cube from her juice over her little nubs and they hardened in response. She then wormed into a long black gown. Small silver chains went on her neck and ears. Looking in the full length mirror by the stage entrance Angelene confirmed she displayed the concept that she wanted. She now seemed to be an elegant young lady that men just had to have. A smattering of applause signaled the end of the set of the girl before her. "People, get ready for a real treat. We are proud to present... Angel." The music for her first dance started. It was '30s jazz, dark and smoky. Angelene went to the curtain and exposed her right leg through it. "Give them a little taste first," was her motto. Then, sweeping the curtain aside, Angelene stepped out on stage. The performer's platform was 3 meters wide by eight long. The back was all mirrors with a shelf at about waist height just wide enough to lie on. A railing was attached to the shelf that the dancers could hold on to. A vertical brass pole was in the corner away from the entrance, set far enough back that a girl could swing around it. There were dim lights at the foot of the stage and brighter ones set in the ceiling to illuminate the performers. Angelene strutted across the stage to the beat of the music. Every few steps she would cock her hips towards the audience and give her ass a little roll. She saw the audience's reaction as all those men imagined Angelene's lovely cheeks doing that same roll in their hands. When she reached the pole, Angelene wrapped her left leg around it and rubbed herself against the chill metal. She sought out the eyes of a member of the audience and gave him a hot stare, making him think she was pleasuring herself for his amusement. The man pulled at his collar as if it were too tight and downed a huge pull of his beer. Unwrapping herself from the pole Angelene walked to the center of the stage, hands on her butt and tits thrust out. Her hard nipples poked tiny peaks in the pliant material. Angelene's mien was changing slowly from elegant to slutty. Angelene crossed her arms over her breasts and grabbed the straps to the gown. With a measured speed she moved them off her shoulders while holding up the dress so it kept her body hidden. She turned her back to the audience. The music came to an end. Angelene released the cloth in her hands and the top of the gown fell free, displaying the fair skin of her back and the black lace of her bra. Her second song started. This time the melody was soft and sultry. Angelene leaned forward, resting her upper body on the shelf. She used her hands to peel the gown past her waist and onto her ass. Then she worked her legs so the garment slid the rest of the way down until her attire was piled around her ankles. These movements made her lower cheeks rotate in sexy circles. Angelene stepped away from the dress and used her hands to cover her soft breasts. She turned towards the audience and fell to her knees. Moving her legs apart, she squeezed her tits slightly and opened her lips in an O of response. Angelene started to move toward the front of stage while stroking her thumbs across the flesh revealed by the missing fabric of her bra. As she drew closer to the audience she moved her hands slowly down, displaying more and more of her tasty mounds. When her knees reached the edge of the platform, her hands were cupped under the pliant globes. She lifted them up in an offering to her public. The public in question was mesmerized. All the men seemed to have forgotten their drinks. None of them moved as they watched the splendid, hot woman parading herself before them. Except one. Morty had a wide smile on his face. His shoulders shook as he laughed at the scene before him. He raised his eyebrows and nodded as if to say 'well done'. Angelene was starting to get angry. Amusement had never been a reaction to her shows before and she was quite put out by it. "That man is going to be sorry he laughed at me," was her thought. Turning her back, Angelene leaned forward, pressing her tits to the floor and she crawled towards the shelf. She knew that this focused her audience's attention on her most intimate parts. They would be imagining what her lower lips looked like as they were stirred by the motions of her legs. Reaching the back of the stage, Angelene pulled herself up and stretched one leg along the rail. She pumped her hips in imitation of the motions of being taken from behind. In the mirror, Angelene could see every person in the audience, except one, lean closer to the stage. She reached in front and unclasped her bra. Rolling up onto the shelf she lay back and her sweet, firm tits were displayed as the bra fell away from them. Angelene bent her right knee just as the song stopped. She looked like a figure from some old pinup postcard. She looked out at the audience with a fevered expression that shouted, 'Take me now.' In the audience, one man's mouth dropped open and his cigarette fell into his beer. Angelene's third song start to play. The music was slow, with a beat that suggested a slow stirring of hips. She placed her feet on the floor and swayed her lower body in time to the rhythm. Pushing her shoulders back, her breasts were thrust forward and the bra fell down her arms into her hands. Angelene added the garment to the pile with the gown. Slinking back to the front of the stage, Angelene bounced her silken tits in her hands. Once at the edge, she fell to her knees and then lay on her left side with the hand on that side supporting her head. Her right forefinger tickled her nipple. Sensuously, she licked around her lips as if preparing to place something in it. The man in front of her had a sheen of perspiration on his forehead. He couldn't seem to blink. Angelene felt the joy of power rise in her. A whole roomful of men couldn't take their eyes off her. They were all twitching in their seats as their cocks hardened at her performance. Then Angelene looked at Morty and saw it wasn't the whole room. He was leaning back in his chair and grinning. "Hell," she thought, "What does it take to turn the man on? I'm going to find out and use it to break him!" Angelene rolled on to her back and bent at her waist. She raised both her legs and torso off the stage, balancing on her derriere. Rotating her lower body towards the crowd, she placed her hands on her thong and raised it up the length of her exquisite limbs. She could hear gasps and moans from her victims as she finally revealed the goal they all sought. As the tiny panties came free, Angelene spread her legs wide, putting every inch of her skin on show. She dragged her body back towards the shelf, walking with her arms. Once there Angelene pulled herself erect, keeping her legs as open as possible. When she finished standing, Angelene gyrated her hips to the beat, making every person watching her imagine that they were driving their manhoods into her. Her final song came to an end. Angelene stopped and gave a theatrical sigh that caused her sumptuous orbs to arc towards the audience. There was several seconds of silence. The deejay finally spoke, "Guys, I don't know about you but I'll never get tired of looking at that woman. The one and only Angel." Silence fell again. Not a single person moved. But one. Steady applause came from Morty's table. Angelene looked at him and saw him smile in admiration. It was obvious from his relaxed posture that his tribute was to her skill. The unbridled eroticism of the show affected him not at all. For a moment, Angelene was as frozen as her audience. Then there was a sudden spitting noise as a customer found where his smoke was. The sound jarred Angelene into motion. She was furious. She didn't like people who defied her. She hid the expression on her face by retrieving her clothes from the stage. Keeping her face concealed with her hair she stomped off the stage. Muttering curses under her breath, Angelene put away her stage clothes and got her work garb on. "Now I seriously get to work on that man." And she headed for the bar. But Morty had left. "Damn!" she exclaimed in disappointment. She had never had a challenge before. Until she had encountered Morty, people melted in her hand. Angelene wanted to have the man in her power. Her ego demanded it. "I hope he comes back. It's going to be such a thrill breaking that piece of rock." ---------------------------- Angelene closed the door to her apartment, threw her knapsack on the floor and rushed to the bedroom. She shed her clothes along the way. She had been holding her craving in all night. The dances she had done, especially for Karen and Tom, and her stages shows had been feeding her sense of power. Power made her horny. Tonight there was a little extra adding to her heat. Morty's invulnerability to her wiles had pissed her off. The anger she felt fed her sexual hunger. Going to her dresser Angelene opened the top drawer and looked over the contents. "That one," she chose, and pulled the silver vibrator out. She hurried over to the bed and crouched on it, legs wide and knees bent. Angelene turned the vibrator on it's low setting and ran it across her shoulders just above her sensitive breasts. The sharp enjoyment made her pussy flower open and heated liquid began to flow in it. In her mind's eye, Angelene pretended she was back on the stage. She imagined a whole room full of people watching her pleasure herself. She could see their eyes grow wide and glassy at the sight. Angelene felt her nipples harden as her passion grew. For some reason, Angelene could now see Morty in the audience. He was leaning back, smiling, enjoying the show but not affected by it. Angelene tried to concentrate on the other people out there. With her right hand she drew the vibrator across her responsive tits and the left ran over her thighs and belly, flirting and fondling. In her imagination she could see all the men watching her get hard and the women get wet. Not Morty. He just crossed his legs and grinned. Angelene's anger and passion grew. "Why don't you want me?" she cried, "Everyone else does!" She turned the vibrator to medium and held it against her stiff nubbins. Delight was hammered like a spike into her brain. Angelene threw her body back on the bed. Her hips pumped as if there was already something filling her hungry cunt. Her imaginary audience was now sweating like pigs. But not Morty. He simply took a swig of his beer. Angelene turned the vibrator on high and shoved it inside herself. An inferno ignited in her body and she climbed towards completion. Pretending to look at the audience, Angelene could see many of them rubbing themselves. Morty was gone. "What?" she thought. Then she realized that Morty was on top of her, naked and pumping in time to the motions of the vibrator. A strangled cry burst from her chest as she came. A thought flashed through her lust addled mind, "Oh God. I knew you wanted me." Morty shook his head. He thrust his hips and Angelene's orgasm shot a charge of ecstasy through her body. "What then?" Morty inclined his head towards her. "I want you?" Another explosion of lightning rocketed around her senses. "I want you? I want you! I want you!" At each exclamation her climax squeezed her soul. Angelene could no longer think. She just lay on the bed twitching, sweating and moaning. With an effort, she pulled the vibrator out, and ended her intense pleasure. "Oh no," she thought as her body dragged her into the arms of Morpheus. "Men want me. I don't want them." This was her last thought of the night. ---------------------------- Karen showed up, alone, a week after Angelene first danced for her. When Angelene went to say hello, the golden maned woman asked straight out for some dances. Angelene moved Karen up into her 'regular' column. All this meant was that Karen was teased even more unmercifully. Angelene moved her breasts and twat close enough for her patron to lick or touch them. Karen would try, but Angelene was too quick to allow the rules to be broken. At the end of another ten dances, Karen's blouse was soaked in sweat and the odour of her arousal was obvious. Karen stayed to watch Angelene's stage show. Angelene still had Karen's thong and wore it for her performance. When Karen saw it, her eyes widened and her hips twitched learning that she and Tom had been observed. She left quickly. "Probably to find Tom and get banged again," laughed Angelene. "I'm going to be making a ton of money off that horny bitch." ---------------------------- Morty returned to the club two nights after Karen. Angelene had bought a costume she rarely wore for her work clothes.; a halter and short pants in black leather. She tied a silk scarf around her head and wore a costume dagger strapped to her right thigh. Her foot gear consisted of sandals that laced up the length of her calf. Angelene wouldn't have looked out of place in a sword and sorcery novel. But as on his first visit, Morty was immune to Angelene's seductive charms. She was sure he wasn't gay. He didn't check out the men. He did look at the women. But her attempts to get private dances from him were politely, and completely, ignored. His reaction to her stage shows was the same. He was amused and impressed without being aroused. Angelene did every thing she could think of to get to Morty. Snuggling up against him didn't work. She offered to massage his shoulders. He accepted but still didn't bite when she said she could do a better job privately. She whispered offers into his ear, touching it lightly with her tongue. This had as much affect as anything else she did. Angelene was seething with frustration when Morty left. That night, when Angelene went home and performed another intense masturbation session, Morty again popped into her mind. And again her body reacted the strongest when she realized she wanted him. This only made her more determined to find his weakness and use it against him. ---------------------------- Karen came into the club more and more often, always getting Angelene to dance for her. Angelene soon realized that Karen wanted to cross the line from customer to lover. This was not something Angelene was the least interested in. A lover, in her opinion, was someone who had power over you. Angelene intended to always be the powerful one. Angelene gently, then forcefully, turned away Karen's advances. As her last rebuttal Angelene simply stood up and walked away. As she headed to the change room, Angelene looked in a mirror and could see tears appear in Karen's eyes. She shook her head in disgust. This was getting to be too much. "What can I do to get this silly woman away from me?" was the question that popped into her mind. The solution came to her at once. Continuing into the change room, Angelene looked around for a particular person, her fellow peeler, Sasha. Sasha was a tiny woman, barely five feet in height, with jet black, medium length and wavy hair. Her skin was a light olive. Sasha's breasts, while not large, were very solid and shapely. Her legs drew the eye up to sensual hindquarters. Angelene knew Sasha preferred women and was very dominant. A very incongruous situation considering how unintimidating Sasha was. "Sasha? I've got someone for you!" purred Angelene. "What are talking about, you hot tease?" came the retort. "It had better be you that you're offering, otherwise forget it." "Would you like one of my regulars? I've got her all heated up. But that's not a food I like. More your taste I think. You'll just have to take her our of the oven and she'll be ready to eat." A hungry leer pasted itself on Sasha's face. "A meal cooked by someone else is always tasty. You're talking about that lavish woman panting after you?" "Yeah, she's getting real clingy. I figure you would rather be the one clinged to." "OK, I'll take her. She outside now?" "Yeah. You can't miss her. She should be the one with the watery eyes." "Heartbreaker. I guess I'll have to go 'comfort' her then." And Sasha headed off to the rescue. Angelene stayed out of sight for a while. She sipped her fruit juice and wondered where Morty was. After twenty minutes, she went back to the bar. As she walked past Karen's table, she saw Sasha with her arm wrapped around Karen's waist. Karen's face was buried in Sasha's neck and her shoulders shook with quiet sobs. Sasha was whispering in Karen's ear. Sasha saw Angelene and winked. Karen noticed nothing. Angelene decided not to work for a bit yet. Instead she watched Karen and Sasha. Ten minutes after Angelene had walked past them, the pair headed to the private dance area. Six songs later, Karen came out and headed to the exit. As she walked by Angelene, Karen quite pointedly ignored her former crush. Sasha came out a minute later and went to the change room. She emerged in her street clothes and left as well. As she passed Angelene she gave an "I'm gonna get some" smile. The Tease Angelene went back to work knowing that she wouldn't be distracted by Karen anymore. ---------------------------- The next night Angelene asked Sasha, "So how was it?" "Oh thank you girlfriend. That woman was so hot. You should see those big tits bounce when she's being humped by my strap-on. They bounce and roll so nice! She's coming over to my place again tonight. I'm going to put her in my hoist and do her until she faints." "It looks like we all got what we want." "Not all of us, cock tease. You still don't have that big dark guy you want. It's amazing. I've never seen a man with so much control. Or seen you so close to losing yours." "As if," snorted Angelene. "I'm the one always in control." Sasha chuckled. "If you say so." She closed her locker door. Sasha had worked the day shift so that she wouldn't miss her fun tonight. "See ya, ya flaming little sex pot." And Sasha went home for her night's treat. "Me? Losing control? No way!" said Angelene to herself. Then she thought of Morty. For a second she grew excited. Angelene slammed that emotion down and started working on how to get to him. "Maybe tonight's outfit will do the trick. If he shows. I can't wait to find out. Let's see if it's school girls he likes." She put on her work clothes. Undergarments were white bra and panties of nearly transparent material. A thin white blouse was tied under her bust, displaying much of her bra and and the peaches-and-cream orbs contained by it. A very short tartan skirt wrapped around Angelene's hips. White knee socks covered her feet and went into delicate black pumps. A sucker was unwrapped and placed in Angelene's mouth. The image in the mirror was just what Angelene wanted. She looked like some young virgin just begging to be taught. "Oh yeah. Morty, if you're here, look out!" As she entered the bar, Angelene saw she was in luck. Morty was in his usual place. Her skin tingling in anticipation of finally getting the the man, Angelene sauntered over to his table. Morty's cocked an eyebrow at her as she approached. Once more Angelene could feel her disappointment. Morty admired her skill at building a fantasy figure, but was not at all turned on by the image she presented. "We'll see about that. I have not yet started to fight!" went through Angelene's mind. "Hi, mister," she said in a little girl's voice, "I'm lonely. Would you please keep me company?" "I certainly would," replied Morty. "But I can't imagine someone as lovely as you being alone for long." Angelene sat herself in the chair next to him. She intertwined the fingers of her left hand with his right. "Thank you," she went on in the same thin voice. A waitress arrived with Morty's beer. Morty raised his left hand and with a little motion, the money to pay for it appeared in it. Angelene saw an opportunity. "A magician!" she exclaimed. She leaned into him, pressing her tits into his arm. "I love magicians. They're so cool. So good with their hands. Would you like to come and show me just how good?" Morty's chest heaved with silent laughter. "Persistence," he stated, "that's one of the secrets of selling. You've got a lot and I like that. But I'm afraid I will have to pass. Not tonight." Angelene hid her rage by putting a sad look on her face. "Darn! Well, I can't stay. I need someone to keep me company. Bye." The only thing that kept Angelene from stomping off was the fact that her heels couldn't take the pounding. She could not believe it! Nothing got through to this man. Why? What was his secret? Angelene latched on to her next victim like a wolf on a lamb. It took just seconds for him to agree to a private dance and once she got him there she assuaged her ego by driving the poor man nuts. She squirmed against him in a manner that promised a lot but delivered nothing. She rubbed her tits in his face, pulled up his shirt and stroked her cunt against the skin of his stomach. She ran her hands up his thighs and squeezed his hard on. The poor bastard's balls must have been aching by the time the deejay called Angelene for her stage show. She grabbed her money fast, got dressed and headed for the change room. She saw Morty across the room and he rolled his eyes as if he had actually seen her performance. The heat of her power now had the fire of her rage added to it. Once in the change room, she decided to wear her work outfit on stage. It was more than adequate to the task. The deejay's voice sounded in the bar. "Get yourselves ready for a real treat, people. The one and only Angel!" Angelene strutted on to the stage and sashayed across it. The sweep of her legs drew the audience's eyes. As she reached the end of the shelf, Angelene turned her back on them, cocked her hip and pulled up her skirt with her right hand until the cheek on that side was almost revealed. A warm pressure ran over the buttock at that instant. It felt as if someone's hand had stroked her ass. Angelene drew in a little breath. The heat she was carrying intensified every so little. Angelene swung towards her admirers. She almost expected to find someone standing behind her, but the stage was empty. She could see Morty. For once, he wasn't smiling. He was frowning in concentration and his lips were moving. His hands fidgeted in front of him. "Ah, I'm getting to him. Finally!" thought Angelene. She started a shuffling slide to the front of the stage. Her hips swung in an enticing arc. When she reached the edge, she bent a bit at the waist and fondled her breasts though her blouse. The people in the audience were staring at her, as usual. As she took her hands from her tits, something tweaked her nipples. They hardened in response and her fire's source started to change from anger and power to desire. Angelene looked at Morty. He was now looking at her with an fierce and fiery expression. "Yes," she exulted. "He's mine now. I always win." The passion in her rose. "Power feels so good." Morty's hands moved in an odd manner. Angelene could feel something warm and soft run over her shoulders, between her breasts, across her stomach, pussy and then over her asshole. Angelene's eyes flickered at the sensation and more of her warmth changed. Her pussy started to swell and leak. "Whoa," she thought, "my imagination is running away with me." Angelene reached for the knot of her blouse and untied it. The garment fell open revealing her alluring bra and the tender sweetness it contained. Something pinched her nipples again. Their reaction was to stiffen a bit more. Sweat appeared in a fine sheen on her skin. Horniness edged a larger amount of her other heat aside. In spite of this, Angelene managed to continue her show. Throwing her blouse back onto the shelf, she moved her hands to the skirt's zipper. Angelene set her back to the audience, loosened the skirt and allowed it to fall from her hips. Bending at the waist, she highlighted her beautiful cheeks and legs. The warm sensation returned to stroke her cheeks, then tickled the little rose between them. Angelene's fire changed entirely to that of lust. She was being played with some manner. Angelene didn't know how but something was teasing her. It made the heat beat in her cunt. She tried not to, but she found herself wanting some more. Looking past her legs, she could see Morty. His face said "Do you like? Do you want me to go on?" Her first song ended. In the few seconds before the second piece of music started Angelene's face showed befuddlement, and then changed to pleading. Angelene stood up and turned towards Morty. Her arms were held wide, inviting him towards her. This time, the invitation was genuine rather than calculated. As the second song started, Morty nodded and made a little gesture with his hands. Angelene could feel a slight push at her shoulders, urging her to the center of the stage. She complied and when she reached the goal chosen, the pressure ended. Angelene felt the catch of her bra come loose. The frail undergarment moved on it's own down her arms until it came free of her and it fell to the ground. Once her upper body was fully exposed, a torrid force appeared on her tits, stroking and squeezing. Seperate energies started to roll her nipples. The sensitive little bumps seemed to be at the center of a tiny warm tornado. Her mouth fell open at the sensation. Her pussy lips puffed up and her clit hardened in response to the erotic thrill. Angelene broke her silence with a moan as the presence on her breasts seemed to grow tiny hairs that scratched very lightly across the delicate skin. Angelene's knees started to shake under the rush of pleasure racing through her body. Her panties were being rolled down her legs. When they reached the floor a new force ran over the joints at her hips, pushing a sharp new delight into her mind. Angelene's legs couldn't hold her up anymore and she lowered herself to her knees. The push was applied once more to her shoulders and she lay back on the floor. Another insistent pressure made her move her legs apart. The lower power moved to her cunt. It ran over her clit and lips like an endless stream of hot, damp air. Angelene threw her head back and shouted her joy at the intense feelings coursing through her. Her hips started to pump and roll as her inner fire blazed. Stopping it's relentless motion, the energy reshaped itself, pushing the bloated lips of her vagina apart. It started to stroke up and down in a rapid motion. Angelene released a stuttering cry at the level of passion she felt. The invisible protrusion moved to Angelene's clit and vibrated against it at an unholy frequency. The craving in Angelene climbed towards it's explosive climax. A wild scream of delight formed in her lungs. All the teasing phantoms stopped. They reformed and ran over Angelene's skin. They came nowhere near the places that demanded their touch. Stroking and fluttering, they tantalized the dazed woman on stage. Angelene looked over at Morty with a pleading expression. "More," it cried. "Please, more!" Morty nodded and moved his digits in a small motion, weaving an invisible pattern. The warm energies changed their motions slightly. At frequent but random intervals they passed over Angelene's sensitive areas. They brushed across her breasts and nipples. They grazed over her wet folds and hard clit. At each touch, her limbs twitched and Angelene grunted at the exhilaration that affected her. Finally, two of the warm, solid streams coalesced on her tits, wrapping them in a cone of movement. The soft bristles reappeared, increasing the sensations that drove to the center of Angelene's essence. Her mouth opened and let loose with a breathless whine. The other force enveloped itself around Angelene's nether regions. It sawed back and forth like a warm silk scarf, tormenting her pussy, scouring across her damp lips and tickling her anus. Scalding fluids ran from her and her hips rose from the stage seeking consummation. Another howl of lust formed in Angelene's throat. Once again, the spirits withdrew and returned to their pestering routine. Angelene looked at Morty, desperation showing on her face. She wanted more. The seduction had to go on. She needed to have him finish. Morty acknowledged her request with a slight incline of the head and stood up. He continued standing until his feet were a meter above the ground. In a blink, he was naked as his clothes seemed to fall through him. Floating in the air, Morty moved towards Angelene, his erection pointing the way. As Angelene watched him she became aware of the other people in the bar for the first time. None of them moved. Everyone; waitresses, bartenders, bouncers and patrons appeared to be frozen in time. "They stay there until I free them," said Morty as his feet touched the stage. "When I do, they'll remember what I want them to. Now, shall we continue?" One of Morty's callings spread Angelene's cunt and returned to shimmy on her clit. It seemed to grow a tail and ran a silky surface over Angelene's thighs. "Jesus," she exclaimed as the searing fury grew again. "Yes, yes! I have to have more!" Morty fell to his knees and began to knead her sweat slicked peaks. He lowered his mouth to a hardened nipple and washed it with his tongue. The vibration on her clit increased in speed and little ripples of force ran over her pussy. The phantoms that had been working on her breasts moved to her hips and ran around and around them, titillating her sensitive skin. Angelene's arousal rocketed to a peak and exploded. Her hips pumped as the orgasm seized her, She flung her head back and a wail of bliss came pounding out of her mouth. Morty switched his attentions to her other tit. Her come ratcheted up a notch. In her breathless elation, Angelene felt her wetness run from her, then over her ass to drip on the floor. Gently, gradually, her orgasm stopped. Angelene's head lolled as all strength left her body. She could feel her lungs gasping for air and the slickness of her sweat under her back. Her mind felt drugged from the emotions that had raged through it. The teasing forces didn't stop. They changed form once again, this time poking and pinching at sensitive spots. The pink, firm tips of her breasts were squeezed and rolled. What felt like a soft finger tickled at the flesh of her hip joints. A similar action worked at the spot between her cunt and asshole. Morty began to run his mouth down Angelene's torso. His tongue swept over the skin of her stomach and played at her navel. He continued downward until he was over her weeping slit. Grabbing her ass in both hands and slamming his mouth down, he began to use his lips, teeth and tongue on her womanhood. Her clit was nibbled and nipped. The pleats of her cunt were swept and stroked. Angelene keened in heat. She had never known such sensation. Her mind faded behind the raw emotions coursing through her. Her head jerked up and she saw Morty's cock just inches from her face. She reached for it, wanting to touch it, to place it in her mouth, to suckle at it until his sperm sprayed from it and coated her throat. As she stretched for his prick, Morty shoved a finger into her. He fucked it in and around, toying with the nerves there. Angelene's arm moved in a random direction as the delight undulated through her body. "Want him," came an incomplete thought, "need him, playing, so good!" The fire built to an explosion again. Realizing this, Morty and his minions backed off slightly. Angelene regained some small amount of rationality. "Please," came a whisper from her mouth, "I want more." Morty resumed his play. More moisture ran from Angelene in response. She whined and shook her head from side to side. Raising her hips, she pressed against Morty's face, spreading her juices across his lips. Angelene remembered she wanted something. Raising her head again, she saw that his cock was still close enough to touch. Once more she reached for it. As she did, Morty ran a finger into her ass, pumping and stroking in counter point to the one in her cunt. Angelene threw her arms wide in reaction. Her head dropped back to the stage and a stammering groan sounded from her. Her hips bounced up and down as his fingers stroked in and out. This time Morty didn't stop. The desire in Angelene rose and rose until it burst. Shrieking in rapture, Angelene twisted and heaved as the flames raced through her. Sweat ran freely from all her pores and it trickled off to pool around her. Morty still didn't stop. Somehow he seemed to reach into Angelene and bring her to the heights of elation again and again. Her limbs seemed to go numb and her vision lost focus as orgasm after orgasm washed across her. Morty stopped manipulating Angelene's cunt with abruptness. Her reaction stopped almost immediately. She felt like a puppet without strings, unable to move on her own. Her head lay to one side and Angelene thought she was drooling a little. Her mind was as incapable of cogitation as her body was of action. Zoned, her perceptions were muddled behind a veil of sexual intoxication. The wreaths of energy continued prodding and caressing. They seemed to know what areas to handle, those where the fading sensations of orgasm manifested. The touch of them started feedback and Angelene's libido grew yet again. Her head bobbed and weaved as her muscles jerked. Her pussy started to leak once more and it pulsed with need. Morty added his own hands to the web af arousing touches. As he did this he placed himself between Angelene's legs. The crown of his cock brushed across her clit and lips. The wetness leaking from him was mixed with her own. Angelene opened her eyes wide at the thrill of him so close. She raised her head and tried to wrap her legs around him to pull him in. Morty held them away and continued teasing. He placed his prick at her warmest spot and pushed just half the head in. Groaning at being so near but so far from what she wanted, Angelene looked at Morty and pleaded, "Enough! No more teasing. Fuck me! Fuck me now!" Morty responded by pushing into her a little and then withdrawing. "Are you sure?" he asked. "I thought you liked teasing." Angelene gasped as a wave of passion moved through her. "God," she moaned in reply, "only when I'm the one doing it. It's driving me nuts now. I want. I want your cock in me! I want you to fuck me! Do me! Screw me!" Morty performed his little dig into her pussy once more. "Really? How can I be sure? You usually don't seem to want the full service." "I do! I want it! Give it to me! Please! Please! Ple..." Her demands stopped as Morty drove his prick all the way in and started pumping hard. The warm bands of force realigned themselves and ran over Angelene's arms, legs and throat. One poked at her asshole then pushed it's way inside. Angelene entwined herself around Morty's massive body and came in a blinding flash. She couldn't speak. She only grunted and gasped as she moved her hips to meet his thrusts. Charges of joy burst all through her body. Angelene no longer noticed anything except the feel of Morty and the shattering delight swamping her mind. The pleasure climbed higher and higher until her soul seemed to twist under the pressure. A scream of euphoria passed from Angelene's lungs and she pumped harder to feed the demands of her body. She felt her magic lover start to spend in her. Angelene froze as every part of her, including her heart, seemed to stop at the joyous ecstasy that filled her. It went on and on and on. Reality faded away before the exquisite rhapsody. Angelene blinked and came to her senses. She was alone on stage. Naked except for her socks and shoes, she was backed up against the shelf, arms gripping the rail. Her legs were spread wide, displaying herself wantonly. The audience was to a man sweating and blinking with amazement. There was no other movement. An inarticulate sound came from the speakers. The deejay swallowed audibly and tried again. "Jesus. That's the hottest show I've ever seen." He paused to swallow again. "People, the star of our fine club, Angel." The last word was almost worshipful. Angelene realized she had to leave the stage. It was hard to think, her mind mired in the afterglow of orgasm. Somehow she managed to get to her feet. She wondered, as far as she was able, how her legs managed to hold her up. They were so shaky. Angelene gathered up her clothes from the nice, neat pile they were in and she staggered back to the change room. She didn't bother to dress. She just sat down. Her body was covered in almost dry sweat and she could feel Morty's seed inside her. A dazed grin crossed her face as she began to remember what had happened. Oh, how she loved the way she felt. It had all been so fine. She had never known that there was such pleasure to be had. The memory of it glowed in her mind. She couldn't wait for the next time. The Tease Then she realized she hadn't seen Morty in the bar as she left the stage. And the thought struck her, "I won't see him again." That was when she knew that he was the tease. He had teased her with his self control. He had teased her with his power. And now he was finishing the tease by denying her forever. She would never, ever have what she wanted so badly. Her face crumbled as she bent over and started to cry. "It's not fair!" she thought. "I'm the one whose supposed to do the teasing." FIN The Tease To Jamie, nothing on earth could compare to the beauty of a thick, hard cock standing upright against a young man's firm, flat belly--well, a circumcised cock, at any rate; she didn't like the look of an uncut penis, especially when it was flaccid. But a cut cock! There was nothing prettier! She loved the way the balls rose inside the contracted pouch of the silken scrotum, to hug the base, or root, of a man's organ; she loved the tight tangle of pubic curls that decorated a man's groin; she loved the way the reddened flesh became taut upon the stiff, standing shaft; she loved the way the glans swelled, ripening from pink to purple, as it, like the rest of the penis, became engorged with blood. She loved the way a man's thighs quivered and jerked as he neared orgasm; she loved the way his hips bucked; she loved the way his cock lurched and strained inside her mouth or her ass as he lost control and began to spurt his thick, warm, viscid semen over her tongue, her palate, and the insides of her cheeks or deep into her rectum. She'd always felt this way about an erect, circumcised penis, even when she'd had no breasts and her round buttocks lacked their present fullness and depth, as, of course, they had when she'd been James, rather than Jamie, a male instead of a shemale. She would always love penises. Indeed, as much as she adored her womanly bosom and her feminine fanny, as much as she admired her sleek, clean-shaven legs, her makeup and hair and nails and all the other accoutrements and trappings of femininity--the bras and panties and stockings and skirts and blouses and dresses and jewelry--she would never part with her cock and balls. She would remain a "chick with a dick" rather than allowing doctor to emasculate her completely. She would not submit to mutilation. She didn't need an artificial cunt to be a woman, because gender was a psychological, not a physical, matter. In her heart and her mind, she was a woman, a shemale, a chick with a dick, and she was proud to be one. Nevertheless, for her, sex-reassignment surgery was as unnecessary as it was unwanted. As she stoked the nipple of her left breast with her left thumb, she masturbated, pumping the taut flesh back and forth upon her stiff prick. The nipple swelled, standing firm within its puffy areola. She began to breathe faster, taking quick, shallow gasps of air as excitement built within her. She began to moan. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Her thighs trembled. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Her hips ground hard into the mattress as she writhed, tossing her upper body back and forth. A sheen of sweat masked her face, and her hair was tousled and wild. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" She bit her lower lip. A drop of blood appeared, and she absently licked it away. She'd bitten herself, but her building orgasm was so intense that she'd never felt the pain. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Her penis convulsed in her fist, and she felt warm, thick semen, like lotion, ooze, rather than spurt from the frantic organ. The molten seed dribbled over her fingers. She'd been holding her breath as the pleasure flooded her loins; now, she let it out in a long, slow sigh that seemed to empty her of all her strength and will. She let her dwindling penis fall. It lolled upon her thigh, trailing the final dollop of her pearly sperm. "That was stupendous!" Randy cried, looking at her above the video camera with which he'd recorded her performance. Jamie's eyes snapped open, and her lips parted. "Randy!" He chuckled. "You were so intent on pleasuring yourself that you plumb forgot I was even here, didn't you?" She blushed. "Yes, I guess I did. Sorry." "Don't be. You looked completely yourself. My God, when you came, I nearly joined you. This clip is going to be hot, honey, hotter than hell." She smiled. "Do you think so?" "I know so!" "How long will it take you to upload it to our website?" "Not long." "Do you think it'll be enough?" "Sure. When the guys see what I saw--you grimacing with passion, biting your lip till it bled, and rolling around on the bed, moaning and groaning before you spilled your semen on your pubes--believe me, baby, they'll want to buy the whole video. You know how to masturbate for the camera better than anyone I've ever known. It's like you worship your cock and balls." Jamie's smile widened into a grin. "I always was a tease," she admitted. "That's it!" Randy cried. "That's what we'll call the video, 'The Tease.' I love it!" If our customers love it half as much as I love cock, it'll make us millionaires, Jamie thought. She wiped her semen onto her fingertip and sampled it with the tip of her tongue. As always, it was delicious. Watching her, Randy put the camera aside. He climbed into bed beside her, and they kissed. "Tease!" he charged. They made sweet love. The Tease Thanks for taking the time to read my story. Afterwards, please vote and also please take a moment and write a quick comment. I really appreciate any and all feedback! Thanks again! * Clara stood in her room and stared out into the backyard. Her step-brother and his friends were hanging out by the pool, doing cannonballs into the water and just generally goofing around. Her breathing quickened as she watched the five of them, their lean, muscular bodies, shining with water as they jumped off the diving board. At nineteen, she was only a couple of years younger than her step-brother, but they had never become friends during the few years their parents had been married. However, she had noticed the way he sometimes looked at her. When she was by the pool on quiet afternoons she had caught him staring at her in her tiny bikini, or in the morning when she was preparing her breakfast wearing only a thin silk robe. She liked the heat she saw in his eyes and always tried to do something to turn him on even more, like giving him a glimpse of her breasts bending over for something or reaching up into the cupboards of the kitchen, causing her robe to ride up, showing the bottom curve of her ass. Out by the pool she always wore white bikinis, the tinier the better to tease him. She would dive in the water, turning the fabric almost transparent and then lay in one of the deck lounges, her body glistening wet, nipples stiff and erect. More than once she had noticed the bulge in his shorts before he either dove in the water himself or just abruptly left. Normally her Mother wouldn't tolerate the guys behaving like that, especially making so much noise. However, her Mother and step-Father were away for the month, leaving the house to the two of them. Turning her attention back to Tyler and his friends, she suddenly felt like a little fun and turned to her drawer of swimsuits. She pulled out the tiniest one and tugging off her shorts and top she slipped the suit on. The small triangles of fabric barely contained her full, firm breasts and the bottom was almost a thong. As she fitted it over her shaved pussy she couldn't help but smile, imagining how Tyler and his friends were going to react to her appearance. She released her long auburn hair, letting it tumble down her back, her green eyes sparkling with excitement as she grabbed her sunglasses and a trashy summer book and headed out to the backyard. Deciding to not be too obvious, she headed for the deck that extended from the house, not right by the pool. She made a fuss of settling herself, especially spreading on tanning oil, taking peeks at the guys, making sure they got a good look at her from every angle. It didn't take long before they noticed her. "Hey Clara, why don't you come up here?" one of them called to her. "Yeah, we've got some beers and we're having a good time," another called. Looking up as if noticing them for the first time, she smiled and declined their invitation. "Thanks but I'm fine here. I don't want to intrude on your fun," she replied, pulling her long hair up into a messy bun. Hidden by her sunglasses, her eyes went to her step-brother Tyler. His gaze was roaming over her body, the heat she had seen before burning in his eyes. "Man, how do you stand it, having her around all the time?" she overheard one of his friends asking him. She couldn't make out his mumbled reply as she leaned back in the deck chair, closing her eyes. As she had suspected, after a few moments, she was no longer alone. She shrieked as water droplets fell over her body. Looking up she saw Rick, one of her brother's friend standing above her, shaking water from his dark hair onto her. His dark blue eyes twinkled mischievously as he encouraged her to join them. "Come on, come swim with us," he urged. "Well..." she hesitated, teasing him. She again shrieked as he suddenly bent down and scooped her up in his arms. "I won't take no for an answer," he laughed, carrying her to the pool. "Put me down," she laughed, playfully wriggling in his strong arms. "Hey, stop that. You don't want me to drop you, do you?" he replied, still laughing. He approached the edge of the pool and instead of just putting her down, he jiggled her in his arms. "Oh, I think I'm losing my grip," he teased, before dropping her in the water. She came up laughing, smoothing her hair back. Suddenly she felt something pushing her legs apart just before she rose in the air on Steve's shoulders. She laughed with delight as he held her aloft, his strong hands gripping her high on her thighs. He dumped her over sideways back into the water, falling over himself with her. The five of them continued playing this way, with Clara being the center of attention. She knew that the occasional brushes against her breasts, thighs and ass were no accident but she didn't mind. She was delighting in the attention until she caught the grim look on her step-brother's face. "Tyler, what's the matter? Why do you look so grim?" she asked from the pool, standing in the shallow end, smoothing her hair back. She knew the dark pink of her nipples showed through the wet fabric and the cool water made them hard and erect. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the other guys leering at her. Her brother just remained in his chair glaring at her, not responding. She ascended the steps of the pool and walked over to him. "What's wrong?" "You, that's what's wrong," he hissed at her. "Me? What have I done? It was your friends who literally brought me over here," she stated getting defensive. "Oh, and you didn't know they would do that when you came prancing out here in your little bikini," he sneered. Slowly he rose from his chair, coming very close to her. "You're a tease, you know that? A cock tease," he told her. "You planned on coming out here, dancing around until each and every one of us had a rock hard boner for you and then you would skip back on into the house." His gaze swept over her glistening body. "Well, not today. Today you'll find out what a cock tease gets when she goes too far!" His hand shot out and gripped the top of her bathing suit, tearing it from her body. She gasped at his sudden action, stumbling back from him. Rage bubbled in her chest as she returned his glare. However, it wasn't because he had bared her breasts. "That was brand new!" she shouted. He responded by grabbing her around the waist, pulling her close to him. "Part of the price you have to pay, tease," he said matter-of-factly, as his hand rose to her breast. "Maybe I'm not a tease, and I've just been waiting for you to finally make your move," she breathed as his hand squeezed her breast, pinching the nipple between his thick fingers. "Tease or not, after today you're going to be a slut, because all of us are going to fuck you. Fuck you in every hole you have," he said, his voice taking on a dangerous edge. Suddenly nervous that she had gone too far, she tried to manipulate the situation. "You don't really want to share me with your friends, do you? Wouldn't you rather keep me all for yourself?" she purred. "Nice try, baby," he whispered. "But it's not going to work." Abruptly he picked her up over his shoulder and carried her over to a canopied area where his father kept his work out equipment. He dropped her onto some mats and yanked her up to her knees. Tugging down his shorts, his cock sprang free, rock hard, long and thick. He grabbed her hair and pushed his cock against her lips. "Suck," he ordered. Wetting her lips, she glanced up at him, before parting her lips and letting him slide his cock into her mouth. With a groan he began pumping his cock in and out of her mouth, each time going a little deeper until her nose was pressed against his stomach. "Oh yeah, that feels so damn good," he growled as she deep throated him. Hands reached around her from behind and began squeezing her breasts, playing with her nipples, gently tweaking them. "She doesn't deserve any gentle treatment. Squeeze her tits hard," her step-brother grunted. The guy behind her complied, pinching and twisting her nipples, causing her to moan deep in her throat. He pressed his hard cock against her ass before the hands pulled the bottoms of her suit down to her thighs. She again groaned as she felt a hard cock pushing between her thighs. Her pussy was soaking wet and the cock slid through her folds easily. A finger slid into her pussy, fucking her quickly before a second was added. "Christ, she's wet," she heard Brad's voice behind her. Tyler was pumping his cock quickly in and out of her mouth. "Swallow," he commanded with a deep groan as his cum shot into her mouth. He pushed his cock in deep, pouring his cream straight down her throat. As he pulled out, she cried out loudly as Brad slid his cock into her pussy. "Ohhhhh, you feel good," he groaned, grinding against her, his cock deep inside her. He pushed on her back, forcing her to all fours and gripping her hips began roughly pumping into her. "Yeah, that's it! Fuck her good!" she heard a voice cheering. Suddenly Brad pulled out and flipped her onto her back. Gripping her thighs he pulled her ankles up to his shoulders and plunged into her again. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, you've got such a hot little cunt," he grunted, driving deeply into her. Clara had her head flung back with her eyes closed when she felt a cock pressing against her lips. "Open up, baby," she heard Rick urging her. With a smile she parted her lips for him, sucking him deeply into her mouth. He groaned loudly as he slid his cock down her throat, staring with amazement as her nose pressed against his stomach. With long, slow strokes he began to fuck her mouth, speeding up until he was pumping in and out fast and deep. Brad's cock in her pussy was pushing her close to orgasm and she began bucking against him, pulling him in even deeper. She tipped over the edge, her pussy clamping down hard on his cock as she cried out loudly against Rick's cock. "Oh God damn," Brad yelled, plunging in deep, his orgasm washing over him. He let out a loud growl and pumped a couple more times into Clara's quivering pussy before pulling out and flopping down onto another mat, panting heavily. "All right, my turn!" Joe exclaimed, kneeling between her still spread thighs. He raised her ass onto his lap and with her legs wrapped around him, he drove into her, entering her pussy in one long stroke. "Oh yeah, hot and tight," he groaned before he began to ram into her, fucking her hard. She began groaning against Rick's cock in her mouth, driving him crazy. "That's it, baby, suck me good," he grunted, plunging his cock into her sweet mouth. He let his head hang back as he was enveloped by the almost painfully hot feelings her mouth was creating in him. He had imagined her sucking him so many times and the reality was even better than his fantasies. Clara lost track of who was fucking her and whose cock she was sucking. Most of them had done both to her as she tasted herself on their cocks more than once. Sinking down into the sensations that were overloading her senses she stopped trying to keep things straight and just enjoyed it. The cum shooting down her throat and deep into her pussy as her own orgasms tore through her again and again. At one point there wasn't a dick pushing to get in her mouth and only a guy behind her teasing her pussy with his cock. Opening her eyes, she turned her cum spattered face to see her step-brother behind her, a wicked grin on his face. "You ready for me, slut?" he asked her, a sneer in his voice. "Give it to me, baby," she challenged. With a loud grunt, he plunged into her well fucked cunt. Clara cried out loudly as his large cock tore into her. Even though she was slick with cum and stretched wide from the other guys, her step-brother's big dick was making it's presence felt. "How's that bitch? You like this big dick?" he taunted her, pulling back and plowing in deep again. Gasping, she refused to relent. "Stop talking and just fuck me, you bastard," she growled at him. Gripping her hips he began driving into her, plunging in hard and deep. His friends cheered him on. "Give it to her Tyler!" "Fuck that slut!" Clara bit her lip to keep from crying out every time he drove into her. Christ, he was big! She wished he would cum and end his relentless pummeling. She sighed happily when she felt the suntan oil being squirted against her ass. The slick liquid slid down over her cheeks and into her pussy, making Tyler's cock slippery and he slid smoothly in and out of her. He squirted more oil and it slid down the crack of her ass, tickling her as it made it's way to her pussy. What she felt next caused her to cry out again, squirming to get away from him. A thick finger sliding into her asshole. "No, stop it! Not there!" she shouted. "I told you before, we're going to fuck every one of your holes," Tyler hissed in her ear, plunging his finger in and out of her ass, using the oil as lubricant. "No, Tyler, please. I've never done it there before," she pleaded. The statement wasn't really true as she had tried with previous boyfriends on several occasions, but it had always been painful and thoroughly unenjoyable. "Then we're going to have to thoroughly break you in," he chuckled, sliding in a second finger. Turning to his friends with a wicked grin, he asked, "You guys ready for some nice, tight anal?" "No, Tyler, no," she whimpered as he finger fucked her ass while his cock continued to punish her pussy. He only laughed and slid in a third finger, causing her to cry out again. "That's it baby, wriggle for me! Wriggle and squirm," he taunted as she again tried to get away from him. He suddenly, pushed his cock deep into her pussy and held it there. Leaning back, he quickly plunged his three fingers in and out of her ass hole. She wasn't quite as tight now, he noticed. She's opening up a bit, he thought. Beneath him, Clara couldn't believe what was happening. The pain in her ass was beginning to fade, being replaced by the hottest, sexiest feelings she had ever felt. Liquid fire raced through her body, flaming out from her ass, the source of the most intense pleasure ever to course through her. She lay gasping, her head resting on her crossed arms as her step-brother continued to finger fuck her ass, opening her up for his cock. "What's the matter, slut?" he asked. "You're awfully quiet. Don't tell me you've given up. No fight left in you?" he sneered. "No, it feels so damn good," she groaned, lifting her head, flinging her long auburn hair back. "You like my fingers in your ass?" he asked, surprised by her change in attitude. "Oh yes, I love it," she moaned. Wanting more, she continued recklessly. "I want your cock. Fuck my ass with that big cock of yours." "You think you're ready for my cock? Think you can handle it?" he laughed, still thrusting his fingers in and out of her asshole. "Just give it to me, you bastard," she hissed, getting impatient. He slowly slid his cock out of her pussy and after squirting more oil at her asshole, he pointed his throbbing cock at her backdoor. "Nothing could be as sweet as fucking my little sister's tight ass," he murmured. Spreading her cheeks with one hand, he used the other to guide his dick. With a hard thrust, he pushed his cockhead into her ass. Clara grabbed a nearby towel and screamed into it as her step-brother entered her. Tyler paused a moment, more for himself than for her benefit. She felt so damn good he had to concentrate, using every ounce of restraint to not cum. Once he had himself under control, he pushed in again, causing another scream from Clara into the towel. He was now in halfway, but once more he had to pause and collect himself. One final thrust and he was in to the hilt. His balls pressed against her pussy, so wet that he could feel it on his sac. Savoring the heat and incredible tightness of her ass, he flung his head back and groaned loudly. "Oh God, yes!" he growled, to the great delight of his friends. Gripping Clara's hips, he pulled back slowly until only his head remained inside her and then smoothly slid back into her. He started a slow, steady rhythm, using long deep strokes to fuck her. Soon, she was moaning and crying out softly as he pumped his cock inside her. Keeping her head down, so that he could push in deeply, Clara's nails tore holes in the mats she was kneeling on, the pleasure in her ass was so intense. "That's it baby, give it to me, give me every inch of your big cock deep inside my ass," she grunted. She could feel the beginnings of an orgasm in her stomach but she needed more for it to blossom. "Come on Tyler, fuck me, fuck my ass good and hard. Ram it in me, baby!" she demanded. He needed no further urging and tightening his grip on her hips, thrust in deeply, pumping quickly in and out of her, causing her to scream into the towel again. "Yeah that's it bitch, take it . Take my big cock, you dirty tease," he grunted, pistoning in and out of her, his hips slapping against her ass. He pulled her cheeks wide and stared with awe at her stretched hole, clamped tight around his invading dick. Raising her head from the towel, she cried out incoherently, ending with her chanting, "Yes, yes, yes, yes!" as her orgasm tore through her with a previously unequalled intensity. Her cum flowed down her thighs as her ass clamped down on Tyler's plunging cock, gripping it even more tightly than before. With a loud groan, her orgasm tipped him over the edge and he came himself, his cum pouring into her ass. "Oh yeah, baby, I'm cumming! Shooting it deep in your ass!" he cried, pushing in deep. He raised his hand and slapped her tanned butt as his climax tore through him. Breathing heavily, he pulled out, sitting behind her. He spread her cheeks wide and watched as a sticky white glob of his cum oozed out of her gaping hole and slid down to her pussy. "All right, who's next?" he called to his friends as he shakily got to his feet. Clara's head shot up at his question. No, she thought. Not all of them. Before she could even react, hands were pulling her up and she was forced to sit on Rick's lap, and as she cried out with a mixture of pleasure and pain, his cock impaled her ass with one hard thrust. With her back to him, he held her hips tightly and ignoring her pain, pumped into her ass, filling her completely. Brad came at her and pulling her legs apart, he knelt between them, his hard cock bobbing between his own thighs. "Ready to be double penetrated?" he grinned, pushing his cock into her well fucked pussy. "Christ, your cock in her ass makes her cunt tight!" he grunted to Rick as he slid into her. He began to fuck her hard and fast, pounding into her. He grabbed her tits hard, cruelly squeezing her nipples. "You have the hottest tits," he murmured, roughly pulling on her nippples, stretching out her breasts and shaking them. She cried out loudly as he slapped her breasts back and forth, liking the way the firm flesh jiggled. Her pussy and ass were both sore after Tyler's assault on them and with Brad now punishing her tits, she didn't feel she could take any more. "No, no more, please," she begged feebly. The guys only laughed at her and she was unable to protest any further as she was grabbed by the hair, forcing her head to turn. Joe pushed his cock into her open mouth, silencing her. As he pumped his cock in and out of her throat, she hazily heard her step-brother's voice, "All right, three at once! Give it to her guys!" She closed her eyes and just tried to endure the gang bang. However, even though she was sore, the triple penetration didn't fail to get a reaction from her. After a few moments, she began to groan against Joe's cock, feeling an orgasm building within her. Brad was slapping against her clit with each thrust and Rick's cock in her ass was beginning to feel incredible. Even the continued abuse of her tits was turning her on. The Tease The orgasm tore through her, causing both her pussy and her ass to clench around the cocks inside her. "Oh yeah, she's cumming, she loves this!" Joe exclaimed, laughing "She's a slut alright!" He again gripped her nipples, shaking her tits, sending sparks of sweet pain through her. Rick was the next to cum, shouting out his climax as he pulled her down hard, filling her ass with another load of cum. They all took turns fucking her, working their way around her holes until they fucked her ass. At last it was only Steve beneath her, forcing her to ride his cock with her ass. With a roar he finally came mixing his load of cum with that of the others before he pulled out, dropping her on her well used ass as he flopped backwards on the mats. The other guys had cleaned off, using the outdoor shower and were relaxing in the deck chairs. They broke into applause as Rick finally finished with her. With a groan she rolled over onto her stomach, giving her ass a break. She suddenly felt like crying but would not give them the satisfaction of her tears. A sharp slap on her ass caused her head to jerk up. Tyler stood above her, a wicked grin on his face. "That's what a tease gets when she does it one time too many," he lectured her. "You are now, officially, a slut." Tossing her a towel, he sneered, "Clean yourself up. You're a mess." Laughing, he turned his back to her, returning to his friends. Later that night, as she lay in bed, she thought about that afternoon. As degrading as it had been, parts of it she had enjoyed. Tyler's cock was impressive and after the initial pain, the anal sex had been incredible. She had never cum so hard. She even liked the few slaps to her ass as he came and Brad's rough treatment of her tits. She wondered what a real spanking would feel like? A spanking while getting ass fucked? She was surprised to feel her pussy getting wet as she thought about it. Perhaps she could entice Tyler into fucking her again. Only him though, she though to herself as she gently stroked her sore clit. She avoided Tyler for the next couple of days, until her ass and pussy were no longer sore. Slipping on her skimpiest silk robe she emerged from her room for breakfast. As she had planned, Tyler was already there, sitting at the counter, eating his bacon and eggs. She did what she always did, bent over flashing her tits at him, reaching up high revealing her ass. "What are you doing?" he asked her, surprised at her exhibitionist behavior. "What do you mean?" she coyly asked. "Didn't you learn your lesson about being a tease?" he said in a low voice. "Hmmm...I guess not," she replied, her own voice dipping low. "Maybe I need a refresher course," she purred, undoing her robe and letting it slip off her shoulders, landing in a pool at her feet. She shot a bottle of vegetable oil over the island at him before turning and bending over a low counter, her ass in the air. Looking over her shoulder, she smiled invitingly. "Well, are you going to teach me a lesson, or what?" A few minutes later, their mingled groans of pleasure, followed by Clara's insistent voice, "Ram that cock in my ass, you bastard!" echoed through the house. The Tease Adele knew that he'd be calling soon. His name was Marco and he was a friend of her father's. He was 35, shaven-headed, hazel eyes, goatee, tattoos and simply gorgeous. Adele adored the way he looked, the way he smelled, his maturity, the way he paid attention to her when she walked into the room. She suspected he felt the same way about her too, but she had to make certain. Today was the day in which she'd convince him. So, she dressed accordingly; or accordingly to what she thought he'd like to see her in. Ever since she spied him sneaking glances at her whenever she passed by the room he and her father was in she knew that he found her sexy. Whenever he called round, Adele's skirts grew shorter, her tops tighter, and her perfume stronger. She liked to sit on her daddy's lap while they chatted, crossing her legs, revealing more of her upper thighs than she should. She enjoyed the way his eyes stole peeks at her, the way he would bite his bottom lip at the sight of her until father would chase her out of the room. She suspected that Marco would much rather spend time with her, the 18-year old Adele, than her boring old daddy. She had gone shopping last weekend for this day especially. She wanted to make today memorable. Adele bought a mini-mini skirt; it was black and layered at its seam. She assumed that he liked lingerie (what man doesn't?) so she bought herself a pair of black, hold-up stockings. To go with it, a sexy pair of black panties and matching bra, and just when she gave up hope of finding one at all she found a sleek white blouse that gave the impression she wore no blouse at all. Adele wore her hair up, donned thick, red lipstick and sprayed herself with her favorite perfume. Slipping into her high heels, she then undid several buttons of her top, dabbing her cleavage with a hint of her scent. Perfect. 'Ding dong'. The doorbell announced his arrival. Calm and collective, Adele stepped down from the stairs and into the hallway. Composing herself, she opened the door, feigning surprise to see her daddy's friend standing there. "Marco! Hi!" Adele exclaimed It took a while, but he finally managed to tear his eyes from the glorious vision in front of him. He stammered somewhat before answering her, coughing into his hand. "A-Adele, um, hello, erm, is your Dad around?" "Sure, c'mon in," she said, opening the door for him, he stepping inside. As he slipped out of his boots Adele called for her father, receiving no answer. "That's odd," she said, making her way (slowly) into the front room. Though it was a bright summer's evening the heavy curtains were drawn, and two dimmed lamps illuminated the room. "He was here a minute ago." She could almost feel Marco's eyes boring into her ass, feasting upon her stocking tops that peeked seductively from beneath her skirt. "You sure he's here?" Marco asked. "He wouldn't be in the back garden or anything?" "No, he was definitely here a minute ago – oh wait!" she said, turning round to sit on the arm of the sofa. Her skirt fell between her thighs. "He said that something was wrong at work and that he had to rush off." "Oh, really?" Marco asked. "That's too bad – did he say when he'd be back?" "No for a couple of hours yet," Adele replied. "And your mom is out as well?" "Yeah, she took my sister to the movies. It's just little ole me, all alone ..." With that she crossed her legs, revealing her stocking tops. "I see ..." Marco said, unsure quite what to do. He tried to look away from the flirty Adele, but his eyes betrayed him. "What do you want to do now?" Adele asked. "Excuse me?" Marco asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. "I mean, would you like one of daddy's beers while you wait for him?" "Oh, oh, ok," he said, letting out a sigh of relief. "Why not?" Adele hopped off the arm of the sofa and approached him. "Let me take your jacket, so," she said, stepping behind him, reaching for it. Carefully, allowing his nostrils to inhale the full blast of her perfume, Adele peeled off his denim jacket. Underneath he wore a black t-shirt, his tattoos streaking on his muscular arm beneath his sleeves. "Have a seat," she told him, smiling, as she made off with his jacket. Marco thanked her, and then took a seat on the sofa. Once she was out of the room, he decided against it, and moved to one of the two armchairs in the corner. Outside, before Adele hung up Marco's denim, she brought it to her face and inhaled in, breathing in his scent. He pussy twitched with anticipation as Marco's smell swam in her senses. Her head now fuzzy, she made her way into the kitchen, her high heels clicking on the floor and opened the fridge, pulling out a bottle of beer. Opening it, Adele then re-entered the living room. "Here you are," she said, handing the bottle to Marco. "Thanks," he said, taking it off her. As he went to sip it she sat on the arm next to him. This nearly caused him to spill the cool alcohol. "What's wrong, don't you want me sitting here?" the coy Adele asked. She again crossed her leg, this time away from him, revealing much of her leg, her stocking top thigh. Marco's eyes darted to and fro, he trying desperately not to stare at the lusciously warm flesh mere inches away from him. "No, you're, um, fine, Adele," he said. He sipped from the bottle, before placing it onto the floor. "So, erm, how's college these days?" "Its fine," Adele replied. "A guy in my class wants to ask me out, but he's not my type." "Oh?" "Yeah, he's just a kid," she said. "I prefer my men older, more ... mature." "You do, huh?" he said, reaching for his beer. He slugged a drink, the liquid popping in the bottle. "Boys my age just don't do it for me, you see," Adele continued. "All they want is a quick fuck and then get drunk with their pals." Marco coughed into his hand, putting the bottle onto the floor. "Older men tend to treat women better ..." She gently ran her fingernails across the back of his neck. "Wouldn't you agree?" With a knee-jerk reaction Marco squirmed in the chair, hoping to jump up off it. Unfortunately his foot kicked over the bottle, the fizzy alcohol spilling onto the carpet. "Shit!" he exclaimed, reaching down and picking up the gurgling bottle. Meantime Adele had leapt off the arm, she pressing down on his shoulders with her hands. "It's ok," she said, "stay there, I'll get a cloth." Adele disappeared into the kitchen and soon returned with a tea cloth in hand. Marco had remained in his seat. Approaching him, Adele knelt in front of him, sinking to her knees. She peered up at him, smiling before saying, "Could you move your leg, please?" "Huh? Oh, sorry," he said, moving his left leg from the centre of the chair to her outside right. Adele now knelt between his legs. "That's better," she said, dabbing the carpet with the tea cloth, soaking up the small pool of beer that spilled. From this angle she knew that he had a wonderful view of her cleavage, her breast wobbling in her black bra as she cleaned up the stain. Her skirt had risen above her stocking tops. She wondered if his cock was stirring in his jeans. "All done," Adele said, placing her dry hand on Marco's thigh to help her self off the floor. It was like an electrical shock charging through him – his body jolted automatically. "Are you ok?" Adele asked, innocently. "Yeah, I – look, I think I best go. I mean, if your dad won't be home for another couple of hours –" "Sure, if you want to," Adele said, resting on her knees in front of him. "I just thought we could talk, you know, get to know one another." "Adele, I –" "I mean, I have seen you looking at me when you're here." Marco was flabbergasted. "No, not at, I would never ..." "It's ok, Marco," Adele smiled. "I like looking at you too." "Jeez, Adele, I don't think this is appropriate," Marco said. "After all, I'm a pal of your dad's, and you really shouldn't –" "What, tease you?" "Yeah, I suppose." Adele's face appeared despondent. "You mean you don't like me?" "Oh God, no, I didn't say that, of course I like you, it's just that –" "You don't want to fuck me?" Marco's jaw dropped open. Did she just say what he thought she said? "Jesus, Adele, what makes you say that?" Adele sat back on her ass, her legs open. Her skirt covered her modesty, just. "I've seen the way you stare at me when you think I'm not looking, Marco," she said. "I know that you fancy me, that you wonder if I'm a good fuck." "Christ, Adele –" "Well now's your chance, Marco," she said, lifting up her skirt to reveal her panties. She parted them, making sure he spied a view of her neatly trimmed pussy. "You can fuck me if you want." Marco sat in the armchair, mouth agape. She could read his thoughts, see his confusion. Free pussy, yet forbidden pussy. She felt his predicament, his conflicting reasoning. "Adele, for fuck's sake," he gasped, eventually. "I couldn't possibly – not that I wouldn't want to, but Jesus, girl –" You think I'm naughty, don't you?" she said, getting back to her knees. "Trying to seduce my daddy's best friend, you think I'm a naughty slut, don't you?" "No, that's stupid, of course not –" "I want you to think I'm naughty!" she said, turning round, presenting her ass to him. She lifted her skirt above her hips, slowly removed her panties from her hips, down her stocking thighs, revealing her naked ass. She imagined him fixing his eyes on her warm smooth flesh, the crack beneath, her wet slit below. "Adele – " "Daddy won't be back for ages," she breathed. "I told him his job called looking for him. I sent him away, Marco, so I could be alone with you!" "I see," he said, scratching his goatee. "That was ... very naughty of you." "Yes!" she exclaimed. "And I must be punished! Please, Marco, punish me before you fuck me!" "The back door is locked?" he asked her, sitting up straight in the armchair. "So is the front door – no one can get in without us knowing about it," "That was awfully naughty of you too," he said, "locking everyone out so you can play." "Wasn't it?" she smiled. "I like to play." "As do I, you gorgeous slut," he returned her smile, before barking at her, "Now present yourself to me!" Adele climbed to her feet, thrilled beyond measure that he had decided to play along, and steadily took the couple of steps towards him. Closing his knees together, he ordered her to bend over them. "If you are naughty as you say you are," he commented, "then we must spank you so you won't do it again." Sliding over his legs a flustered Adele assumed the position. She always hoped that Marco would spank her, that he would fall to her ways. She could not help but smile to her self as she felt him lift her skirt up over her rear. "You have a beautiful ass," he told her, running his fingertips across the smooth, firm flesh. "So warm, so soft ... "He probed the slit between there, feeling her moistness, her willingness. Then, his finger was gone, and without warning he brought his open palm down hard upon her left cheek. THWACK! Adele let out a cry as she felt her buttock reddening. That stung! THWACK! This time, it was her right cheek. The stinging sensation was repeated there, her ass tingling with pleasure. THWACK! THWACK! Marco brought his palm down upon Adele's buttocks with gusto, spanking the squirming young woman on his lap, she whimpering with giddy pleasure. It hurt, oh how it did hurt, but she loved it, this wonderful spanking, her cheeks throbbing mercilessly. "Tell me I'm naughty!" Adele cried out, clawing for the floor, trying to balance her self on his lap. "You naughty slut!" Marco snarled through gritted teeth, bringing his hand down again and again on her backside. "A naughty girl who needs to be punished for all the scheming you've done!" "Yes, oh yes!" she gasped. Her panties, currently dangling precariously on her right ankle, dropped to the floor. "Lying, and cheating, and scheming!" Marco drive home, each time his palm slapping her buttocks. "Oh yes, oh fuck yes!" Adele cried, tears welling in her eyes. It was everything she imagined it to be and much, much more. And then, he stopped, lifting her off his lap. Her ass stung like fuck. She reached behind her to soothe her red cheeks with her fingers. Though she couldn't see it, she had a pretty good idea what it looked like. "Take off your skirt for me," Marco said. "A naughty girl like you shouldn't wear a skirt that is too small for you." "Yes, Marco," Adele answered, slipping out of her skirt. She hissed with pain as the elastic rubbed off her sore ass. It was only momentary, for soon she was kicking the skirt to one side, now standing before him in her white blouse, high heels and black stockings. "I like that blouse so we'll leave it on," he told her. "Yes, Marco," she said. "Since you were a good girl and took your punishment bravely, I have a reward for you." "Oh?" she smiled. "What is it?" "This," he said, fumbling with his flies, unzipping himself before reaching in and taking out his cock. Adele's eyes widened. He was magnificent! Circumcised, big, thick, fat... everything she dreamed his cock was like. "For being such a good girl you may suck on my cock for a while," he told her. "But don't make me cum just yet. I want to fuck you before we are finished." "Yes, Marco," Adele said, once more sinking to her knees in front of him. Her mouth watered as she gazed upon his erection. Was this really happening? She reached for him – he felt hot and heavy in her grasp. Reaching forward with her mouth she lashed out at him with her tongue, tasting pre-cum. He shook with pleasure to her touch. "It's ... big!" she gasped, gazing him in his eyes. "Take it in your mouth, slut," he gasped, as Adele did as she was told. Using her tongue as a cushion she lowered her mouth over him, swallowing his cock, engulfing him. She felt him sigh as her lips wrapped around his throbbing erection, and then felt his hands upon her head. "That's it, Adele," Marco hissed, approvingly, "suck it, God yeah, suck it!" She lifted her lips up and down his length, sucking more of him deep into her the back of her gullet, beginning a steady rhythm of bobbing her head back and forth, sliding her mouth up and down his cock. With his hands on her head he guided her upon him, pushing, pulling, he now fucking her mouth as, she hoped, he would fuck her pussy soon. He gasped and groaned and hissed so she knew she was doing it right – she did wonder if he would approve of her cock-sucking skills. Shaking his hands away Adele clasped his shaft in her hand and rolled her tongue around the fat, mushroomed knob, before swallowing him deep again. She then ran her tongue along the length of his cock, down to the zipper where his big cock and pubic hair prodded out before licking back up, tickling him underneath his circumcised helmet. Wiping her mouth clean with her wrist, Marco hunkered off the chair, unbuckling his jeans and, alongside his briefs peeled them off of him. Seeing his briefs Adele took advantage of the opportunity – she snatched them from his tangled jeans, bringing them to her face and inhaling them. Throwing them alongside her skirt, she said, "You're not getting them back." "Oh?" he asked her, grinning. "Mmmmm, yeah, I'm gonna have lots of fun with them," she beamed. "Come here, you naughty girl!" he scolded her, as she approached him, kneeling on the cushion of the armchair. "Let's see how this slut fucks." Holding onto his cock, she positioned herself over him, the tip of his bulbous knob grazing off her dripping wet pussy lips. "You're cock is going to split me in two!" Adele stated, sinking on top of him, his cock nudging between her silky labia. She let out a cry of pleasure as he slowly filled her, her tight, wet, hot puss stuffed with big, fat cock. My God, he was huge! "You're fucking tight!" Marco grunted, as he proceeded to lift the gorgeous Adele up and down upon him, she joining him as she ground her hips off his gorgeous cock. "Oh yeah, that feels good!" Adele moaned, lifting her body off him with his help, his hands gripping her reddened hips, she hissing to his touch. "Fuck me, you slut, you fucking naughty slut!" he commanded her. "Yeah, oh yeah fuck me, Marco, fuck me!" Adele moaned, slamming her ass down on him, feeling his heavy balls nudge against her. He leant into her and smothered her neck and throat with kisses, tearing at her blouse as he lost himself with sexual abandonment. He gnawed on her bra, drove his tongue across and into her cleavage. She tore at his shaved head with her fingernails, grinding her pussy-stuffed cunt down hard on his fat cock which brought her to the brink again and again. Lifting himself off the armchair, taking her with him, his cock still embedded within her, Marco then unplugged the moaning Adele off his glistening cock. She immediately bent over the arm of the chair, presenting her ass to him. Standing into her, nuzzling the tip of his erection to he pussy once more he immediately penetrated her, filling her with cock, fucking her doggy-style. Adele reached underneath to finger her engorged clit as Marco's big, wonderful prick pounded relentlessly into her, grazing off her fingers, her clit. Like this he spanked he once more, binging his open palm down upon her smooth though sore buttocks. "Gorgeous, sexy slut!" he gasped though gritted teeth. "Getting me to fuck you whole your daddy is out, how fucking naughty of you!" "Yes, call me naughty, call me your whore!" Adele panted, gripping the armchair with her fingernails. "I'm coming! Call me naughty!" "Cum on my cock, you naughty whore!" Marco ordered her, she squirming back against him as her body wracked with climatic pleasure, she moaning loudly through closed eyes. "You whore, I'm gonna cum, you gorgeous slut," he announced, she feeling his cock swell deliciously inside of her. Her mouth salivated at the thoughts of him splashing her body with his creamy load. "Cum for me, cum for your naughty whore," Adele urged him, and he needed no second prompting Withdrawing from her, he pulled on his pussy-coated cock, his fingers grasping his sticky erection, as Adele spun round and sank to her haunches in front of him. Ripping the remaining buttons of her blouse she tore open her shirt, running her hands over her breasts within her bra. With this offering, Marco grunted approvingly, letting go an animalistic growl before splattering Adele's breasts and bra with his orgasm. There was so much! He splashed her cleavage; it ran down her bra, it hit her throat, her face! So much power in his climax, Adele thought, as Marco collapsed in front of her, sweat dripping from his forehead, he panting and grinning guiltily. Immediately Adele fell upon him, squeezing his cock with her hand. She lowered her head and kissed him there, tasting his cum, feeling his once proud cock soften in her mouth. "Jeez, Adele," he gasped, "I – that –" "That was fun!" she said, climbing off him. She helped him to his feet too, he immediately searching for his jeans (minus his briefs). "You won't tell daddy?" she asked him. "Not if my life depended on it," he said with a grimace. "Would you like to do it again?" she asked him, smiling. "Sure, but, um, not here. We could meet at my place." "I'd like that," she said. "You really are naughty, aren't you?" he grinned. With his cum glistening on her breasts and bra, soaking her flimsy blouse, a smiling Adele replied saucily, "I told you ..." The Tease I watched her stalk towards me out of the corner of my eye as I pretended to be lost in conversation with one of the other security guards. She drew closer and I noticed the slight flush of her cheeks. I fought back a sly smile, continuing to ignore her. She stood next to us, her arms crossed tightly across her chest and glared. "You need to take over the parking lot," she said, interrupting our conversation. "Now? It's early," he said. Sensing the energy radiating from her, I cocked my head slightly towards the sound of her voice, looking at her through my eyelashes. I slowly blinked my eyes. "Yes, now. Did you not hear me? We're short staffed," she said, giving him a fleeting glare before she turned her gaze back on me. "I'll see you later," he said glancing between the two of us. He turned and walked away. She moved over to stand in front of me. Her arms were still crossed. "You. Bathroom. Ten minutes," she hissed. I laughed softly, "I'm not one of your underlings, you know. And you'd better be careful or you'll give yourself away." She uncrossed her arms, her eyes scanning up and down my body. "Ten minutes," she whispered before turning and walking away. I watched her walk away as a warm flush of anticipation flooded through my body. My heart pounded in my chest as I attempted to kill the time by window shopping. I couldn't think clearly as I imagined how she'd punish me for my little stunt. I entered the woman's bathroom and walked over to the sink. I smiled at the woman washing her hands as I turned on the water, noticing one of the stalls was occupied. A tingle coursed down my spine and I shivered as I felt her there, watching me. I realized I hadn't heard the door open over the running water. I turned off the water and dried my hands as I watched her standing next to the door, holding the OUT OF ORDER sign. My heart skipped a beat. The woman in the stall came out and started washing her hands as the other woman left. I glanced in the mirror, stalling, and fluffed my hair until the second woman left. After what seemed like forever, I heard the lock click and I almost moaned out loud. I turned around and she already stood in front of me. She moved her body close to mine, so close we were almost touching. I felt the heat from her body, and my breathe caught in my throat as I stood completely still. "Do you know how much trouble you're in? You know this skirt drives me crazy." I felt the silky brush of my skirt against my bare legs as she fingered the edge. "That was the plan," I teased, gazing deep into her green eyes. She bumped into my body, pushing roughly into me. I stumbled a couple of steps backwards. She pressed her body against mine, directing us into the large stall. My lips were dry and I felt her heart beating as my back hit the wall of the stall. "Wait," I whispered. "Are there cameras in here?" "No," she laughed, grabbing my wrists with her left hand and raising them over my head. "And you should be thankful I left my cuffs in the office." I gasped softly and poked my tongue out and licked my lips. "Maybe you're the lucky one, " I said, as I thrust my body forward into hers. I broke her hold and grabbed the top of the stall with my hands and winked at her. "You are such a tease," she whispered as she entwined her fingers in my hair and leaned in close. My eyes fluttered closed as I felt her soft lips press against mine. She pressed closer to me, sliding her leg in between mine as she deepened the kiss. I melted into her touch, kissing her back, opening my lips for her tongue. A jolt shot through my body as her tongue touched mine and I moaned into the kiss. Our tongues rolled together as she used her grip on my head to press our lips closer together. My fingers itched to feel the softness of her hair as I flipped off her hat and freed her blonde hair from the ponytail. She sighed against my lips as I trailed my fingers through her long curly hair. I broke the kiss and nuzzled into her neck, sucking on her ear lobe. I moaned into her ear as I felt her soft hand lightly trace up the inside of my thigh. Her thumb rubbed circles into my skin as she sucked and nibbled on my neck. She pulled her head back to meet my eyes as her fingers brushed against my underwear. "You're already so wet," she moaned, her eyes glazed with lust. I shifted my hips, pressing my clit against her fingers. "I've been wet since you ordered me to meet you here." I smiled when I heard her quick intake of breath. I arched my body into her fingers and whimpered when I realized her fingers were missing. "Now it's my turn to tease you," she whispered in my ear as she lifted my hand above my head. "Hold onto the stall and stay still," she ordered. I gripped the top of the stall with both hands as she started to unbutton my blouse. My head fell back as she lightly rubbed her thigh up against my pussy, her hand cupping my breast and her thumb stroking my nipple. My soft gasps filled the air as she licked and sucked her way down my neck. "You look so hot," she breathed in my ear. I felt my skirt ride up my thigh as her fingers slid inside my underwear. I turned my head and my lips found hers...the kiss was hungry and slippery. I moaned into it as I felt her fingers stroking my clit. I rocked my hips into her touch. A shiver ran down my spine as she stroked me and slipped two fingers deep inside me. I felt her fingers moving inside me as she pressed her thigh hard against my clit. I broke the kiss and panted into her mouth as she fucked me. "You're so wet." ... "I wish I could taste you. You always taste so good." "Oh god. Don't stop. Fuck me," I begged. I bit my lip as I humped her strong thigh, her fingers rubbing me. I couldn't breathe as we moved together. My body trembled as I felt a warm flush start at my spine and spread through my body. I moaned as she fingered me through my orgasm, her thigh rubbing me from the outside. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close as she removed her fingers from my body. She kissed me, her lips soft and swollen. "Wow," I whispered. "That was some teasing." She laughed and pulled away from me. "I've got to get back before they miss me," she lamented. I followed her out of the stall. "How is it that I look completely debauched and you're still completely dressed?" "Well, my love, I'm afraid that's because you're a bit of a slut," she teased, her green eyes meeting my brown ones in the mirror. "It's true. I am," I said, wiggling my eyebrows at her. I yelped when she quickly turned, captured my lips in a light kiss and said, "I love that about you." Our eyes were locked as she put her hat back on and I buttoned up my blouse. "Ok. I'm going to leave, and you follow me in a few minutes," she instructed. "Always so bossy. Hey, aren't you going to wash up?" I motioned towards the sink. She grinned and wiggled her eyebrows at me. "No. I'm taking that piece of you with me." My eyes widened and I felt my cheeks flush as she laughed. "I'll see you later at home," she said from the door. "Ok," I stammered. "By the way, I love the skirt," she said as she opened the door and left. I slowly smiled, planning how I was going to get even when she got home. The Tease 'How are you today?' Alice asked as she closed the door behind her. 'Please,' I said thickly, 'I…' 'Hush,' she said softly, placing her bag on the table and walking to the kitchen. I guessed she was getting a drink but it was also an opportunity for her to tantalise me, to allow me to look at her legs in the short skirt she was wearing. She knew I couldn't take my eyes from her legs. Yes, Alice loved to tease and control and like a fool, I fell into her trap. She returned with a glass of water and smiled at me. Such a sweet and angelic face; one that immediately conjures up expectations of innocence and even, perhaps, naivety. Until you know what she's capable of. I know I looked a sight – unshaven and dressed only in a robe, standing hunched in the corner. 'It's hot in here,' Alice said calmly, walking towards me and I dreaded what was coming but couldn't resist. Her sweet perfume tantalised me as she undid the cloth hat held my robe together at my waist. 'Very hot so let's cool you down.' Deftly, she peeled the robe back off my shoulders and it fell in a grey puddle on the floor. Her fingers brushing against my flesh sent electric tingles through my frustrated body. Alice smiled as she looked me up and down. 'I might take my skirt off.' 'No,' I slurred quickly as I could, 'please…don't…' 'Now darling, you know you're powerless to stop me. We both know you're all weak and submissive when you're horny and you are horny, aren't you?' Alice smiled and I tried to tear my eyes away as she unzipped her skirt. She bent a little, pushing her bottom back towards me, working the zipper. 'Please…please…' I whined, 'please…take this thing off me!' I gestured at the cock cage that enclosed my pulsing cock and Alice smiled. 'Not yet, darling, I quite like you this way. Besides,' she pouted, stepping from her skirt, 'it's only been ten weeks.' Ten weeks of constant frustration! Ten weeks of denial and pain! Ten weeks of being teased by this relentlessly cruel bitch! 'Look darling, pantyhose with no knickers. Come and have a look,' Alice murmured, sitting on the sofa. Alice knew I was powerless to resist, of course, perhaps that was how Alice got her fun but I had to look. Slowly, I fell to my knees and crawled over to the sofa. She had trained me well. Alice put both legs on the sofa and I stared at the silken beige pantyhose that enclosed her lower body and the black high heels. She kept her pale blue blouse on – Alice knew it was legs and pussy that dominated me – and smiled as her finger smoothed the nylon mesh over her trimmed pussy. 'It is hot today and my pussy is a little sticky in the pantyhose. Can you see, darling?' 'Yes.' I muttered thickly, wincing with the pain in my restricted cock. 'Why don't you give my thighs a little kiss while you smell me?' How could I refuse? My lips ran over the nylon as Alice stroked my hair. I inhaled and could smell her musky aroma and knew she was aroused from dominating me. Once I was a self-assured businessman, a man in control of his own destiny but now I slavishly followed her every whim. All because I allowed her to talk me into that awful chastity cage! 'Does it still hurt you, darling?' Alice asked, her fingers stroking my hair and I quivered at her touch. I wanted to come – needed to come! 'Do you think you could make me come through the pantyhose, darling?' Alice asked softly, her fingers teasing my ear. 'I…I…' 'Don't try to speak, darling, just nod or shake your head.' I stared at the thin trail of pubic hair visible through the nylon mesh. I loved her pussy but I also hated it, as it was what enslaved me! Dumbly, I nodded my head. 'Of course you want to try,' Alice said patiently, pushing my face closer to her cunt, so close her aroma filled my nostrils and my cock twisted and turned. 'Please…' I groaned and she giggled. 'No,' Alice said, closing her thighs, 'not today, puss is a little tender. Remember Jeff? I fucked him last night or, should I say, he fucked me! God, he was glorious, I came at least five times!' I didn't know if it was true or not, I couldn't even think straight anymore but the idea of Alice being fucked by the brute Jeff made my cock squirm even more. I was also insanely jealous but I couldn't say anything, I couldn't form the words and could only stare longingly at that thin trail of hair though the nylon. Alice and I had been lovers once, enjoying all the things that lovers do including sexy little games that bordered on kinky. And then, Alice had suggested chastity games and challenged me to go three weeks without coming. Stupidly, I fell for it and now, ten weeks later I was putty in her cruel hands. 'Please, Alice,' I managed to say as she played with my hair, each stroke sending electric tremors through my quivering body, 'please…' 'What are you trying to say, darling?' Alice asked with a sly smile, looking down at me as I desperately stared at her pantyhose covered lower belly, 'what do you want?' Of course, she knew very well but she enjoyed teasing me, taunting me with my inability to come! I hadn't realised just how cruel and mercenary she was. Stumbling, I tried to form words and Alice giggled. 'You want me to take the cage of your dickie?' I nodded frantically and she softly patted my cheek. 'Poor Stevie.' Alice swung her legs off the sofa and walked to the window. I remained staring at her bottom and legs in the sheer pantyhose, my cock throbbing painfully. 'I hope it rains soon; it's so terribly hot.' Alice turned and smiled at me. 'Time for another photograph, darling.' My heart sank as she walked to her handbag. Alice grinned as she checked her digital camera. 'On all fours, darling, like a puppy.' What could I do? I could barely think straight and she held the key to my salvation. The camera flashed and she giggled. 'I can see the desperation in your big puppy-like eyes! It makes me wet! If I wasn't so tender, I'd have you trying to make me come though my hose!' She aimed the camera again, it flashed and Alice then turned to find something in her large handbag. 'Here you are, darling.' I stared at the pink dildo she had casually dropped on the floor in front of me. 'Push that into your bottom and smile for me.' I had no idea what she did with these degrading pictures but Alice was always coming up with new poses, all of them intensely humiliating for me. I no longer had a job so she couldn't really blackmail me. They had fired me after the sixth week when I was a hopeless zombie, drooling after the girls in the office and looking like a slob. Why blackmail anyway? I would do anything for the hope of her unlocking the cage and playing with my swollen cock. Once I used to fuck her, to feel her velvet smoothness around my cock! Once, Alice used to suck me until I came! Once! Not any more. Slowly, I inserted the dildo into my bum, grunting with the feeling and the camera flashed. 'How sweet you look,' Alice giggled and took another photograph. 'That will do, darling, you can take it out. Make sure you clean it afterwards.' 'You know, darling,' Alice said as she packed the camera away in her handbag, 'things aren't going so well for you. You've lost your job and the landlord tells me he's given you an eviction notice.' He has? I stared dumbly at her long legs, my cock pressing painfully against the hard mesh of the cock cage. 'I think you should move in with me. I'll get Jeff to come over and pack your things up. You won't need much, darling.' 'Please,' I begged in a thick voice, 'please take this thing off me!' I was strangely proud I managed to finish the sentence and Alice laughed softly. 'Why on earth would I do that?' She stood in front of me, her pantyhosed crotch directly in front of my yearning face and gently patted my head. 'I like you this way and I want to see just what happens if I deprive you for even longer.' My heart sank and Alice patted my cheek softly before walking away, stepping into her skirt. 'I have to run, I have so much to do. At least when you move in with me, you'll get decent food and I'll make you shower more often. Truth is, darling, you smell rather a lot! How could I let a smelly man lick my precious jewel?' Sadly, I watched her smooth nylon covered belly vanish into her skirt. 'Poor Stevie,' Alice said with a smile as she checked her face in the mirror. 'So sad. I have something for you.' She rummaged in her handbag, withdrew something and dropped it on the floor in front of me. It was a pair of pink women's panties – small, smooth and fringed with lace. 'I wore those when I went out with Jeff. He's such a hunk and was so sexy so they got a little moist. I'm sure you'll have fun smelling them.' Alice looked at me with a cruel twinkle in her eyes, lip-gloss tube in her hand. 'You do want to smell them, don't you, Stevie?' I nodded, humiliated but driven by my imprisoned cock. She giggled and applied lip-gloss. 'I'll be back later with Jeff and we'll get you packed up and back to my place. We'll give away a lot of your junk although Jeff thinks we should be able to sell some of it.' She dropped the lip-gloss tube into her handbag, snapped the bag shut and patted my cheek again, her fingers teasing and taunting me at the same time. 'Bye darling, you have a good smell of my panties and I'll see you later.' She laughed as she walked out and the door closed behind her. A small tear drifted down my cheek as I realised the utter hopelessness of my situation. My fingers shook as I picked up the pink panties and closing my eyes, pressed them to my face. The Tease When you have a new love and things are going good in the relationship you want to find new ways to make it exciting for your partner...... My boyfriend was on his way home and I had been thinking all day of something that I could surprise him with when he got home. I went into the bedroom and pulled out a new outfit that I recently purchased for a special occasion. I also had a couple of toys that I wanted to experiment with. As I took out the nipple clips and chain, I was debating if I should try them or not. I ran my hand over my breast and down to the nipples, playing with them to get them nice and hard and sticking out, I decided that I would use them for the first time tonight. As I clipped them on, I could feel a tingle in my nipple that I've never felt before, giving it a little tug to see how it would feel. I was getting wet just from the thought of being able to have my nipples pulled on and it felt so good. I knew this was going to be an exciting evening. Next, I started putting on the blue satin corset with lace around the top, it fit really well and showed off my curves and chest protruding out of the top, keeping the chain hidden. I decided on a black lace thong to go with it, sliding it up my legs into the right spot, I could already feel the wetness between my legs starting. Once the thong was in place, I just had to reach down and put my fingers under it and give my clit a slow rub, just to let me know what was to come soon. The lace stockings were next, working them up each leg, making sure to get the lace pattern nice and straight and then hooking them to the garters of the corset. Putting on a hint of perfume in all the right places, I was ready for a good fucking. I threw on a black satin robe to cover the surprise that he was going to get when he arrived. I went into the living room to get things ready for his show. All the lights turned out, I began to light a few candles and place them around the room, not too much light, but enough for him to see what was happening. I moved the table away from the sofa for more room, but knew that I was going to use that also. Everything set, another toy on the table to be used later and now just waiting on him to arrive. I hear the car pull up in the driveway, I hide in the laundry room, not wanting him to see me beforehand. I hear him stop at the front door, he's reading the note that I wrote and stuck on the door letting him know that he would get a surprise if he followed the directions. He comes in and it's nice and dark with just the light from the candles shining around the room, I know that his mind is racing now and can see that the mood is set for a nice evening. I can hear him walk down the hallway into the bedroom and after a few minutes the shower turns on. Ok, good I have a few minutes to get the finishing touches into place. I get a tray out and place a banana, some grapes and a few strawberries on the platter and take them into the living room and set them down on the table next to the other toys, these will work well. Making sure the music is ready to go at a touch of the remote, I have loaded the disc player with some sensual songs that will only add to the desire. My excitement is already building, my mind going over all the things I want to try. I hear him walking in the hallway towards me, my heart starts to beat a little faster wondering what kind of reaction I will get from all of this. He enters the living room, walks towards me with the towel around his waist just as I instructed him to do. He tries to ask what is going on, but I quickly put my hand on his mouth..shhhh...and I take him by the hand and lead him to the sofa and sit him down. I slowly take the satin tie from my robe, taking both of his hands and putting them together behind his back, I tie them. He is looking at me like he is unsure of what is going to happen. So I tell him the rules, no touching or speaking from him until I say so, he smiles and with a nod agrees. I reach for the remote, turn the music on that was sitting there ready, Always and Forever starts playing, I go back towards him and take the towel and open it up. I want to be able to see his cock go from being soft to rock hard, sitting there throbbing wanting to be relieved. I move back around the end of the table, start moving slowly back and forth to the rhythm of the music, taking my hands and moving them gently over my body, feeling the cool slick satin under my fingers. My nipples are already hard and more wetness starts to flow as I move back and forth in time with the music, feeling up and down my sides and around to the front to the opening of the robe. I am watching his face, and he seems pleased at what he thinks is about to happen, his dick is already starting to grow giving me a sign that it's also interested. I slip the robe off each shoulder one at a time and let it drop to the floor, unveiling the blue satin corset and black thong I carefully picked out. Still moving with the music, I use my hands to run over every inch of my body, up and down, knowing that he wishes he could be the one touching me. I start to make a turn, keeping in time with the music. I want him to see my what my ass looks like, so I bend over away from him, letting him see a view from behind as I run my hands over my ass cheeks and giving a soft moan with the slap I just gave myself..mmmm, it's feeling so good already. I turn back around, I can see that he and his cock are enjoying the show already. Almost all the way extended, his dick is looking so good it makes me want to go over to it, but I don't, no yet. I reach down on the tray I sat there earlier and get the already peeled banana, bringing it up to my lips, I start to lick all over it. Up and down the sides and slowly bringing it back up to the top, circling it with the end of my tongue. With a few soft moans as I imagine it being his hard dick, I take it in my mouth nice and slow, all the way in until I've worked it all in my mouth. Moving it back and forth, being very gentle as if it were him in my mouth, I slide it back out inches at a time until the end is back at my lips going over the curves of them. Moving it down my chin, down my neck, until I get to the crease where my breasts are showing, working it in between my tits. Up and down the middle for a minute, then moving down towards my clean shaven pussy. I rub it on the outside of my thong, I want him to see it teasing and pleasing me at the same time. Gently touching my already swollen clit, it makes me moan with excitement as I catch and hold my breath for a few seconds. His dick is rock hard, I can see the pleasure in his eyes and the need from his cock. I lay the banana back down on the tray, then I start at the bottom of the corset, one by one undoing the hooks as I work my way up to the top. Reaching the top, sliding the pieces apart, I let my breast start to fall into place. Tossing it aside, my nipples are sticking out so far wanting to feel the warmth of his tongue running over the ends of them. I take the chain that is hooked to my engorged nipples and with the slightest ease, tug on it, that feels so wonderful and I can't help but to let out a moan of pleasure. My other hand starting to make its way down, I need to touch my clit, rub it for him, let him know that I like it. I hear him breathing heavily, longing to have his hand where mine is, pleasing me. Being so caught up in the moment, the music has faded into the background. I could barely hear the song Let's get It On playing when I reached down to get the grapes and strawberries, swaying to the music, I moved towards him. His dick fully enlarged and sticking straight up, desperately wanting to be relieved, was tempting me to climb on. With one of the strawberries, I put it to his mouth, wanting him to take a bite and taste it's sweetness. His lips parted, I inserted the luscious fruit halfway into his mouth, he took a bite. As he was savoring the flavor, I took the rest and moved it down to my hot pussy, and added some of my own juices to the already sweet fruit. His smile widened as I raised it back to his lips, running it over his mouth very lightly, just enough to get my own sweet taste on his mind. Then I raised it to my own mouth, licked it all over with my tongue, enjoying my own sweetness for myself. I put the rest in my mouth thinking how good it was, and how much this must have teased him knowing that I enjoyed my own taste. The grapes were next. I picked up two of them, took both of them in my hand and proceeded back down to my hot pussy. Rubbing them in the juices that were filling the whole area, I brought them back up and with my other hand, I took one and moved it towards his mouth once again. This time I was going to let him taste me along with the fruit. I placed it in his mouth and he closed his eyes and slowly rolled it around, letting the taste of my pussy cover his tongue. Letting out a sound of pleasure, I took the other one and placed it in my mouth, also enjoying the taste along with him. I can see a small amount of sweat beading around the edges of his temples, he is so heated up, almost hurting for relief. One more new sensation to try before we both explode with excitement. I make my way back to the table, waiting there is the final tease. I place the band around my tongue and think how much this will put the finishing touches on him wanting to cum. I kneel down in front of him, I turn on the tongue vibrator and begin to lick his thighs. I can feel him getting tense with pleasure. As I move up and down each thigh, being careful to only get close enough for him to feel my breath on his balls, he begins to move with me, enjoying the feeling but also longing for relief. I take my tongue and very lightly, barely making contact, run it up the front of his hard and throbbing dick. Almost jumping with pleasure, he is catching is breath and holding it as he lets out a couple of moans, wanting me to take his whole cock in my mouth. I can see his excitement with the leaking of his cum oozing out the end of his dick, I lick it, wanting to taste it and tease the head of it at the same time. Up and down very, very slowly letting him feel the tingling that I know is going thru him. My own juices are starting to drip down between my thighs, so wet and hot, my clit is throbbing wanting to be rubbed until it can't take anymore. I pull myself back up towards the table, we are both breathing with such anticipation that it's hard to control. I lay back on the table, wanting to give him an invitation to look at how hot and wet my pussy is for him. I move my hand down and start to massage my swollen clit. Mmmm, it feels so good and so wet. He is watching me enjoy playing with myself and I'm enjoying being able to touch it and feel it, knowing that it will be contracting with waves of pleasure soon. I take my fingers inside of me, moving them back and forth, wishing it was his hard dick inside of me instead. Back to the clit for more playing, I am on the verge of being sent into those wonderful spasms. Now with almost everything blocked out in my mind, I can hear I Want Your Sex playing in the background and it's making my urge more intense. I lean up and turn over, with my ass facing him and legs spread apart, he can see my hand working harder and harder to free all the juices that have built up inside of me. I want him, I can't take it anymore. I tell him to ease towards me with his hard cock, I want him to enter me from behind. He starts moving towards me, trying to shake his hands free from the satin tie, he gets them free and his hands grab my hips. Thrusting inside of me, I almost came as soon as he entered me, but I want more. I want him to fuck me, fuck me as hard as he can. I can tell that he is wanting the same thing. Holding on tight to me, he is pounding my pussy as hard as he can, I can feel him going deep inside of me, oh yesss. I am rubbing my clit at the same time, fuck me baby, I want to feel your hot cum shooting inside, I want to feel you throb inside of me when you shoot everything you have in me. Faster and faster, with more urgency it gets harder and harder, both of us moaning with pleasure and pain wanting to have that release that is built up inside of us. Finally he speaks, bitch you teased me long enough now I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. His body slapping against mine, his hands forcing my hips towards him, he is fucking me so hard now. I tell him to make me cum, make me cum hard on your dick, do it baby, oh god I can't take much more. Faster, harder now, my hand rubbing my clit so hard, I can feel him starting to shake, I know he is almost ready to release all of his hot juice in me, fuck it. Fuck it, oh yeah, you fuck me so good, I can feel the tingle of my orgasm starting. Don't stop, oh yeah, don't stop, fuck my pussy baby. Within a second, the waves of pleasure and contractions and shooting thru my body, tightening around his hard cock, I let out a scream. He can feel my pussy all around him pulsing, pulsing on his dick. He grabs me, almost to the point it hurts, He was ready to explode. Letting out moans of pleasure, I could feel his warmth fill me up inside, the pulsing and then shooting some more in me. I was still moving back and forth, I wanted every drop in me. He was shaking with pleasure, then realized he was gripping my hips, he released his hold and let out one last moan. We were both gasping for breath, trying to get our minds back focused and back to where we were. Rubbing my ass while he was still trying to control his breathing, I know that this was one of the best fucks of his life. He pulled out and collapsed on the sofa as I stayed there still enjoying the feeling of him being inside of me. The Tease The floating islands were places of peace and sanctuary. Green grass grew on most of them, and a few even had trees. Rarer still were islands with waterfalls mysteriously gushing out of their crested centers, pouring down to the grasslands far below. Strange powers kept the islands defying gravity, holding them mysteriously aloft. The warlock never questioned it, never spent a lot of time thinking about it. She wasn't there for the scientific education of plots of land floating stationary in mid air, far above the creatures and peoples of the land beneath. She came for other things. Sitting carefully on her knees, she straddled the thighs of the person in front of her. She didn't look directly into his face as she pulled the skirt of her dress up to her waist. Scooting forward, she spread her legs so that one knee was on either side of each of his hips. Without pause, she drew the dress up over her head and let it slide off her arms, then tossed it lightly to the side. It landed in a satiny heap at the base of this island's stunted tree. She smiled at her companion, tilting her head as she watched his face. He was not looking at her with his eyes, for he had none. Where typically white orbs, coloured irises and small black pupils would have stared out, her friend had empty and dark hollows. They were black as the void, the abyss. The only way she knew he saw her was his reaction to what he saw as his face moved up and down. He pulled his lipless mouth into a smile, showing his jagged teeth, and she sighed pleasantly as he admired her nakedness. Like many undead, he was not rotten and decaying. That part of his undeath had ended long ago. To many of his people it was a curse, how they could not decay, how their bodies remained as they were at the very moment life left their body. Bloodless and broken, they were nigh on immortal. A piece might fall off, a limb mangled in battle or severed from overuse could be reattached with little difficulty and time. For anyone who knew the undead of this land, it could take getting used to. She was used to it though. An elf by heritage, the young warlock saw the value in understanding and accepting the many cultures she came into contact with. Much of it was politically oriented; she couldn't expect to be an emissary or ambassador for her people if every new cultural practice or racial quirk startled or dismayed her. No matter how repugnant the process each race practiced in order to survive, she had long ago learned to calm herself and smile. Just smile. Even now, as the undead man beneath her licked his teeth with his shadowy tongue, she simply smiled at him, appreciating his appraisal. The elven woman moved her hands to his shoulders, stroking him through his thick brocade robes. She trailed her hands down his arms, noting how his face continued to move up and down. Then she put her hands to his almost skeletal claws and encouraged him to touch her. As his cool thin-skinned fingers met with her warm pale white fleshy hips, she stiffened almost imperceptibly and closed her eyes slowly. She knew if she continued to smile, pressing her lips hard together secretly, she could control her flip-flopping stomach. She could proceed as far as she dared. As far as she wanted. There was no denying that she enjoyed his touch, relished her position in his lap. As she drew his hands over her flat stomach and up her ribcage, she slowly dropped her head back. Her long platinum hair fell off of her shoulders and slid down her bare back until the tips were grazing his robes over his legs. His muscle-bare grip moved to curve around her perfect young breasts, her flesh filling his palms easily. He gave each breast a squeeze, and she gasped, her eyes popping open and looking above her into the canopy of the tree he was leaning against. One thick branch stretched out a foot above her. If she wanted to, she could reach up and hold it, use it to maneuver herself over his groin. But that, she knew, she would not do. She was here on the good graces of her husband, a hunter of great power and strength. It was only because he understood her appetite for intrigue and politics that she was able to sit in another man's lap, naked, wanton even. Teasing him to arousal, but averse to giving him release. She sighed and lowered her head, her long bangs framing her face in a shadow as her glowing green eyes looked down. His almost gnarled fingers were still clutching her breasts, the thin bony thumb of each hand grazing over her dark areolas until each nipple was stiff and erect. The air around them was warm but her body had broken out in goose flesh, and she trembled as if chilled. The elven woman licked her lips and put her hands behind her on the man's thin thighs. She gripped him and lifted her hips, gasping as he drew a finger down the line between her breasts to her navel. I mustn't let him touch me intimately, she chided herself as her nether parts throbbed anxiously in anticipation. That sort of touch, his undead flesh against her sex, was outside of what her husband would allow her. Just before his trailing finger went too low, she pulled his hand slowly upwards and put his palm against her cheek. She smiled at him and then closed her eyes, leaning into his palm. "You are ssso beautiful," he spoke with a hiss. His voice was deep and rumbling, full of the dark potency a true undead warlock wouldn't be able to hide. His powers surpassed hers greatly, and the shadowy energy of souls and death were evident like a misty black aura all about him. Again, it was something she put to the side for the purpose of being here with him this very day. "Thank you, my lord," the elf answered, her own voice soft and sultry. Flirtatious, tempting. Alluring even. There was no doubting that she enjoyed exactly where she was. The elven warlock had admired this undead man the moment he had walked by her on the streets of the capital city of the elves. Strolling casually wearing nothing but a lovely black evening gown and carrying a whip, she had been looking for some of her fighting companions. She'd had every intention of whipping the two men who had wisely hidden from her. She was feigning wrath and rage as part of their game of hide and seek. The whipping wouldn't have been anything they would have disliked; they were very close comrades, sharing everything. And their clever roguish trick of disappearing into shadows served only to heighten their hunger for the inevitable. But, as is true in most cities, a lovely lady left alone on a street in nothing but a sheer black gown and carrying a most finely crafted whip will not find herself left alone for long at all. That was when she had met her present companion. Their attraction had been instant, chemical almost, and she wondered if she had known him in some past existence or dimension. As polite as she tried to keep her conversation with him, she found herself quickly drawing him to quiet corners and dark places, seeking time alone with him. The mandate her husband had set for her told her she might indulge in certain things but not others. So it was that she came to be sitting in this man's lap now, straddling his legs with not a stitch of clothing on. He caressed her cheek and she smiled at him shyly. He seemed to gasp as a red flush started along her chest and worked its way up her pale slender neck to redden her cheeks. "You have given me much to look on this night," he whispered, pulling his hands away from her face and body. "I am like a hero looting the greatest treasures, hidden from me for years upon years and at last brought into the light." His flattery made her blush again, and she purposely turned her face up to the tree leaves and branches above them. The elf woman arched her back, curving her body so her breasts pressed out. She could feel his wicked breath on her as he moved and adjusted himself. When he suddenly gripped both her wrists in his and began to bind them with rope tightly, she was caught completely off guard. His mouth was grinning at her now, and she did not move to pull her hands away, still confused. The elf had no idea what he could be doing; she had told him of how far she was allowed to go and he had accepted it. Where did ropes fall in that category? Maybe it excited him to see her bound. Would that make her faithless, to let him bind her hands? She was sure he would not hurt her, would not force her to take him. "What...what are you doing?" "I'm doing what I want. Is that not what you intended to let me do? Whatever I wanted?" She squinted at him. "To a degree, that is truth. But-" He chuckled, cutting her words off. "But nothing. I'm going to do what ever it is I wish." He quickly tossed one end of the rope up over the branch above their heads, grabbing it when gravity brought it back down. Then he tugged the rope, hard, and she squealed as her body was hoisted up, her arms straining above her head. Before she could utter a single incantation, he was wrapping a bandage or binding of some sort of linen around her head, pressing it between her lips and teeth. She screamed but it only came out muffled and incoherent. For a moment, he leaned back against the tree's thick trunk behind him, cackling. His laughter was wicked and evil, and the elf glared at him angrily. She snorted, her breath hard as she struggled against the ropes. Her wrists were already throbbing, her shoulder joints aching. She ceased her pointless struggles and stared at him, blinking. And slowly, a cold fear crept up from her womb to make her stomach freeze and her heart begin to race. "You are wondering now, my dear, what exactly I intend to do with you," the undead warlock said. "I could sacrifice you to the Lord of Shadows perhaps. Eviscerate you while you still breathe. Lay you out on an altar of stone and use your living bowels to scry the future perhaps?" She gulped hard, whimpering as he smiled viciously at her. "No, I will not do anything such as these to you. What I intend, well, it is much more pleasssant. I do not think you will complain much." The elf woman had no choice except to wait for him to act, to find out what horrendous fate he had in store for her. "Of course," he said, slowly undoing his belt and loosening his robes, "with a gag in your mouth as such, how could you complain about anything?" Her green eyes went to where his fingers were unfastening his clothing further, undoing the buttons that held his leggings closed. She began to shake her head 'no', suddenly very much aware of what he intended to do. Her action only made him laugh again, his cackle like a death rattle in her ears. "Oh come now. I am not an ignorant young man like you surely are used to. You have flaunted yourself around your city, acting as if you are careless of your effect on the men around you. In truth, you know full well the arousal and desire you illicit in even the coldest among us." His hands reached out and stroked the insides of her thighs, long deadly fingers trailing along the sensitive skin and making her moan in despair. "And, I know you like it." There was no denying it, not with a gag in her mouth. Had he placed it there to keep her from being able to cast the spells that would help her defend herself? Or had he done it to keep her from telling lies she was obligated to tell? Of course she enjoyed the attention of the men around her, how they drooled and ogled her. Just because she was recently married to a man with the physical strength to tear any of the young ambitious and eager males she found herself surrounded by to pieces with his bare hands, didn't mean she would stop calling them to her. She was a lady, true to this faction of the elven society of the land. And she enjoyed and reveled in the attention and pleasant flattery doled upon her in sweet sugary heaps. Truth, some of those around her she would let closer than just a few spoken compliments. She was not above stealing kisses in secret or letting a man whisper hot sweet clandestine stories against her ear and neck. Though she often fantasized about taking such relationships further, she had never dared to in the past. Not merely out of respect for the sanctity of marriage; no, it would be a lie to say it was only to respect the authority and legality of her contract of matrimony that she did not give herself to another man completely. The truth of it was, she was quite in love with her husband. Other men might be able to stir her emotions, her flesh, cause her to tremble or to hunger. Her husband, though, completed her in every way. And when he had given his permission for her to continue her intimate little escapades to at least some degree, she couldn't have loved him more than that exact moment. She had never intended to find herself in this particular position though. She groaned as the undead warlock's fingers dragged over her naked hairless mons, her eyes squeezing shut as he lowered his fingers, tickling over her quickly swelling folds. He stopped and she opened her eyes quickly. "You want more, do you not? You have wanted this as much as I have, since we first met. You are not any more ssssatisfied with ssstolen kisses than I am." His grin was confident, his voice soothing as he began to expose himself to her. She told herself she would look only at his face, barring that she would look away, or close her eyes. But soon she found herself looking down, her gaze drawn to where his hands slowly stroked and manipulated his penis. His cock was as grey coloured as the rest of him, and his groin was as hairless as his skull-like scalp. There was no decay and she breathed a sigh of relief at that, causing him to chuckle as he mistook her sound for a sigh of lust. "Mmm? You like what you sssee? I knew you would." He reached out with one of his hands, reaching around her body and gripping one of her rounded buttocks. His fingers dug in almost painfully as he drew her body forward. The tension on the rope, which disappeared underneath and behind him somewhere, made it so her arms were long above her head but her knees were still just barely resting on the ground. As he pulled her towards him, her body tilted almost lewdly and her legs spread around his hips. He did not look up as he watched himself teasing the head of his cock against her sex. Her juices were flowing and she began to weep, more in shame than anything else. She had been tricked. She should have considered him to be intelligent enough as this, that he would fashion some way that would serve them both without making her culpable for what was about to happen. The part she was ashamed of though was that she had not expected it or seen it coming. She dropped her head back in humiliation, telling herself she would pretend it was not happening. No matter how much she knew she wanted it to happen, just like this. "No no, my dear," the warlock master said, painfully digging his claws into her rounded out bottom. She could feel little welts raising up beneath his grip. "I want you to watch, every inch, every preciousss inch as I enter you." He licked his teeth again and she pulled her head forward, looking down. Biting on the gag, she winced ever so slightly as he positioned himself, then gripped both of her hips and held her over him. Slowly but surely, he penetrated her. The thickness wasn't too much for her to handle. The coolness of his skin felt strange. But the idea of having him, this man in particular, inside her...knowing her husband had forbidden such an act but that at this very moment she was not culpable for what was happening. Tears rolled down her cheeks, soaking the bandage stuffed in her mouth. They were evidence of her pleasure, because the feeling of being taken by him, like this, was divine. She worked hard not to move her hips, to not make it obvious how she felt about what he was doing. She couldn't help herself though. Even as his hands drew her downwards, causing her shoulders to creak with the strain, she was rolling her pelvis towards him. Taking him in, taking him as deeply as she could. There was nothing left to do but enjoy what was happening. He had known she would want it, wanted him to fuck her. And he had known she would never intentionally disobey her husband. Tease and torment, she was permitted that. This, she was not allowed to do. But, here she was. The warlock female rolled her hips back and away, looking at her new lover's face, into the hollows of his eyes. He was grimacing, also lost in the depths of pleasure as he penetrated her sex, her pussy. The entire length of him disappeared inside her again. She could feel the thicker part of him, the head of him, pressing against her womb. She gasped against her gag as he withdrew, his rhythmic movements coming faster now. She stared at him, watching as he bit his tongue. His fingers dug so deep into her hips that he was gripping her bones now, his thumbs pressing the softer inside of her navel area as he held onto her. He was the one moving her, he was the one fucking her. But she moved over him, making use of every inch of slack the rope offered. It didn't take long before both of them were releasing. He leaned forward, his tongue licking along her neck, tasting her sweat-soaked skin and lapping along the curve of her breasts. She panted, her pussy tightly clenching him. And it occurred to her yet again that she knew nothing about the ways of the undead. What wicked seed was dripping out of her now, along the insides of her thighs? She looked down and saw something dark like ichor running in small rivulets down her legs, coating his own grey skin and staining his pale robes. His fingers moved to her chin as he looked at her, studying her face. Then he pulled the gag free, stroking her cheeks. She was flushed, her face felt hot as coals in a fire as he caressed her. "Was it everything you wanted, my sssweet lady?" She dared not respond, fearful of how much she had wanted it. He seemed to understand, and smiled. Then he carefully released the rope, holding her as she collapsed with a whimper into his arms. "I am sorry it had to hurt you so," he apologized, undoing her binds. Immediately she pulled away from him, scooting so far back so fast that she almost slid off the edge of the floating island. She was breathing heavily now, blinking at him, unsure of what to do next. He did not cover himself, his penis half hard still as it rested against his thigh. The sight of him so at ease after what they had done somehow gave her comfort. I haven't done something wrong, she told herself. And if she had to tell her husband anything, he would understand. He would know it wasn't her. Wouldn't he? "You do not have to tell him anything, you realize," the undead warlock said softly, beckoning her closer. "I did not want you to have to keep from enjoying what passion we shared. And I ssso wanted to experience you, my dear. The sweetness of your body. I knew...you could not give yourself to me with a clear conscience. Now? There is nothing to worry about." On hands and knees, she crept over to him. With no idea of why she was doing it, she found herself straddling his thighs again. He seemed to look at her, tilting his head. She put her wrists together, gulping, surprised for a change at her own boldness, and presented her hands to him. Nodding, he understood and reached for the ropes. This time, he knew, he would not need the gag.