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Dancing Fool

By: jacquioh2



"Look girls, I am not here looking to hook up with someone! If that's what you have in mind, count me out. I'll just hang out with you for awhile and then go back to my room.!"

"Jackie's a party-poop, Jackie's a party-poop!" The other five women harmonized and teased me.

"We're just going to have fun and flirt a little, if that happens!" Sandra said, trying to be helpful.

We had been friends since high school and decided to meet in Las Vegas for a few days in celebration of our twenty-fifth graduation anniversary. Three were currently divorced or widowed and so they were interested in flirting and the possibility of finding some men who wanted to join the fun.

We were in the sumptuous bar when a group of five guys came in. It wasn't long before one had joined our table and, acting as spokesman and tour-guide for his group, invited the others to join us. 

"Ah, an odd number." I thought, "I can drop out without causing a problem."

One of them asked me to dance. I love to dance. Always have. And so I found myself on the dance floor with a cute and amusing guy who wasn't a very good dancer. When we came back there was another set of drinks at our place.

From down the table, I heard Betty's voice. "Jackie's the good dancer in our group."

I glanced down and saw a tall man with graying blond hair lean forward and look in my direction. I paid no further attention and a second man invited me to dance. He was inclined to be a little "handy" and I thought he had tried to read all the labels in my clothes by brail by the time we finished two dances. But, the band was really very good. It was an old time swing band and they played a lot of good slow dance numbers between the more athletic modern tunes.

Again, when we got back to the table there was another round of drinks and I was feeling a little bit sweaty from the exertion. It was a lively group and we really were having fun. And so, I didn't leave when I should have, probably.

The tall figure loomed over me and I looked up and smiled into gray-blue eyes and silver temples. 

"Could I have this dance?" he said. 

Carl was a very good dancer. You can tell immediately when you are going to dance well with a man and this was one of those times. It is just completely different. Every step is perfect. Your body meets his all at once, not a bump at a time. I can't explain it. You just know it when you find it. We were simpatico. Even though he was a foot taller than me, our strides seemed mated.

I should have known this was going to be that kind of evening when he brought me back to the table and there was another round of drinks waiting. I was feeling a little light headed, but he was gracious and I really enjoyed our dance. The second band came in to spell the first one and they were not as good. Our party was getting louder and louder. My friends were having a great time.

I danced with another of the party who liked to brush his hands across my nipples when he twirled me. My nipples were standing out when we returned in spite of my telling them not to respond.

Carl showed up again and again we danced smoothly to a tango beat. It was delicious. If you love to dance, you can't resist your perfect dance partner. We stood and talked between numbers and I discovered he was retired NAVY, so that gave something to talk about. My father had been in the Navy and our early years were spread around the country. We danced again and I felt his cock against my tummy. He moved so that it grazed my tummy from one side to the other as we turned. It wasn't unpleasant. And in fact, it felt warm and... big.

Carl had big hands, too, and I couldn't help the old wives' tale that if a man's pointing finger was large, his cock would be proportionately large. I giggled self-consciously and felt our bodies smoothly glide together, trapping his poor cock between us. I was having a giggling fit about the strange thoughts running through my mind.

Again, there was another round of drinks. I was having a hard time keeping up with it. And I was definitely feeling the effects. Again they talked me into staying a bit longer. Well, I was really having a good time, I had to admit. So I stayed and made excuses to my inner self.

Again Carl came around to dance and this time, he pushed someone out of the way and sat next to me. Our knees were together under the table, because there just wasn't room to be otherwise. His hand touched my knee. He pretended to be scratching his own knee. Then it was definitely on my knee, squeezing. It was not unpleasant. In fact it felt kind of nice as he fondled my thigh through the stocking. 

We danced some more and now the slow numbers we were insinuating our bodies together and his hand found my bottom and pulled me close against his cock. When we turned, my legs parted and rode astride his thigh. As time passed, I made sure to bottom out by pressing my pussy mound against his thigh, and he held me in that position as long as he could reasonably do. Good dancers will know what I mean. It's a delicious feeling. Having your pussy pressed against an athletic male thigh and the top of your thigh against a man's hardness is a powerful aphrodisiac.

All of a sudden, the group was breaking up. My girl friends had hooked up with one or the other of Carl's friends and left for parts unknown -- or not discussed. It was just the two of us now and again we danced. He was whispering in my ear. I was listening. His tongue touched my ear and my knees felt weak.

We found a dark corner and stopped moving our feet. Our bodies writhed and swayed to the lovely music, but the only movement was between his cock and my tummy; his hand and my dress and bra; His thigh against my pussy; my hand and the little extra hair at the back of his neck; his hand on my bottom, squeezing, following the line of my panty from my hip to where it disappeared between my legs.

On the elevator, our tongues found each other. I relaxed in his arms and he supported me against that big cock. My back was against the wall and he rubbed against me. We shot up in the glass tube of the elevator for 34 floors and when the door opened we shocked an elderly couple just going down for one last spin of the roulette table. I brushed my skirt down and smiled at them as we got out.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"My room all right?"

"Oh." I said His card didn't work in the slot. Aha, maybe I'm saved, he can't open the door.

But he had picked the wrong door. He kissed me against the real door and then when it opened with a click we were suddenly inside his room. Dark, it was very dark. Reassuring sometimes, the dark.

We finished the kiss full of tongues and groping hands and he opened the drapes on a vast canopy of bright lights from the street below.

We stood close, breathing each other's breath and unbuttoning things. He had my dress unbuttoned to the waist for example. I had unbuttoned his shirt and started on his pants. So, it wasn't just his fault, you see. He stopped and looked down at my breasts in the push-up bra. 

It doesn't match my panties," I groaned apologetically.

He laughed. 

"Well, you aren't going to have panties on in a minute!" He said it gently, so that was OK. I giggled. 

He scooped my breasts out of the bra with his large hands and sat back on the bed to look at them. I fumbled behind me and unsnapped it so he wouldn't' tear it. 

"Ohhhh!" his mouth was on my right nipple, sucking; my hands went to his head, an involuntary gesture. It passed though my mind that no one other than David had done this to my breasts in the past 25 years. Not since before that really. Not since Billy Brown in 10th grade. But tonight it felt so good, that I let him continue.

His hands were fondling high up under my skirt, reaching for my bottom along the smooth nylon of my pantyhose. His fingers found the band of my pantyhose and began tugging them down.

"You'll never get them off. Let me use the bathroom first." I whispered hoarsely.

I went into the bathroom and turned on the faucet, an adolescent habit to hide the sound of tinkling. Been doing that since high school, too, I thought ruefully.

I stripped off my pantyhose and paused to think about the panties. I left them on. The dress I hung on a hook behind the door.

Pulling down my non-matching blue panties, I sat on the stool and answered nature's call. I stared around the nicely tiled bathroom and thought about what I was about to do. I can't explain it, but it just seemed OK. I felt OK about myself. Ok about Carl, the stranger waiting for me. What would it be like, having a stranger in me; after all these years? What if he is disappointed in me? I shook my head to clear the thought of inadequacy out of my head.

Finished, I stood up and went to the bathtub. I soaked a washcloth in warm water and spread my pussy. 

"Just in case." I muttered. In case he was one of those good lovers who liked.... well, you know." The warm cloth felt good against my vulva and I felt fresher afterwards, more confident in myself. After all the dancing, I wanted a shower, but this would have to do.

A knock at the door. "You OK?"

I put my panties back on and slipped into my dress, leaving the front unbuttoned. I unlocked the door and came out. 

"yes, I'm OK."

He was wearing only his shorts, so that was out of the way. 

He led me to the bed and slipped his hands under my breasts. He had good hands and I enjoyed the feeling of him lifting them, squeezing them.

"Mmmmm!" I said.

As he kissed me, his hands slipped under my dress and found my panties once again.

"Now don't you know, dear, that those are going to be in our way?" he joked.

I looked in the mirror and saw this stranger, tall and handsome with his hands under my dress and was a little surprised to see my face there. I watched as he took my dress over my head and there was this stranger standing in blue panties, and high heels. I watched as the tall stranger knelt in front of the girl and with hands on her ass, planted a kiss on the blue nylon covering the thatch of hair between her legs.

"Mmmmmmm," I heard him say. I was glad I had taken a moment to clean up between my legs.

The strange girl was not young anymore. But I looked carefully and her breasts were still not badly sagging. They were opulent looking, nicely swaying above the man so busy with his new discovery between my legs.

The strange girl in the mirror put her hands on his head and pulled him closer, like she wouldn't let him go.

I felt his tongue at that moment. Fingers pried aside my little panties and his wet tip of a tongue slipped into my slit and my nipples went rigid. A tingling sensation enveloped my body. His tongue was probing my tight little slit and I felt myself move one foot to the side. I pinched my nipples and watched him. His tongue was wet and warm and seemingly educated about my anatomy.

I sank to the bed and let him part my legs and continue his exploration. I didn't move quickly enough to keep him from tearing my panties. He jerked them down, but I heard the rip before he got them down my flailing legs. He left it dangling around my ankle and I kicked to get it free.

Her was already eagerly pressing between my open legs. He kissed along both lips of my pussy, his hands holding my knees apart. He nuzzled my patch of hair with his nose and looked up at me. I looked deep in his eyes as his tongue lashed deeper. My eyes opened wider as his tongue found my clitoris and circled it pleasantly. I shuddered all over with pleasure.

"Ohhhh god~" I muttered.

Still kneeling between my legs, Carl pushed me back on the bed and put my legs up on his shoulders. His face he buried against the soft pink flesh of my vulva. His tongue was everywhere, probing, licking, teasing, finding new things that I liked to have touched between my legs. I noticed that there were patches of hair at his shoulders as he opened me wide.

Using my legs for leverage, I tilted my pelvis up for him. He began licking and eating me as if my vulva were a bowl of wonderful jam. His hands cupped my bottom and he seemed to be drinking from my body. He slid his hands along my sides and reached for my breasts.

And there for minutes he worked his magic on me. Squeezing my breasts, tweaking my nipples, lightly touching my breasts all over their surface and all the while licking my cunt like nothing I had ever felt before. I felt light-headed. 

He sucked my clitoris so tenderly that while it made the hair on the back of my neck stand right on end, I knew that it would not be sore in the morning. It was like an old friend to him and he treated it with respect and the slipperiest tongue I had ever felt.

I spread my legs as wide as I could, taking them off his shoulders and just holding them straight out to the side to urge him to take more of my pussy.

"Ohmigod!" I moaned. "Wonderful." The word came as a shuddering exclamation, hard bitten at the end.

I was wet throughout the whole area between my legs. Wet and ready. Lubricated for his invasion.

It was awkward for a moment while he helped me scoot higher on the bed, but then there he was, this giant of a man, knee-crawling up between my legs. He had left the hair between my legs plastered wet against my skin. I put my hands over it modestly as he stared at my pussy. But only lightly did I cover it. For I was waiting for this pleasure.

He grabbed a pillow and roughly shoved it under my bottom. I don't think he meant to be rough, it is just awkward to get a pillow under someone.

I looked down over my sprightly jutting nipples, past my tummy and on to the curve of my mound and slowly pulled my hands away... 

... .... ... so he could see my pussy.

I looked between his legs and saw it. The old wives tale was true enough. There, stemming from a forest of hair was his penis. The gleaming head glistened, moist with his own juices. It was long; longer than David, though I hated myself for comparing. But it was long, if David was 6 inches, Carl's dick was at least an inch and a half or two inches longer and perhaps a little bit wider. He was a big man, though, so it made sense. 

"And what was a lady doing having these thoughts?" I asked myself.

He was eager now. I could tell that he was intense, now. He needed me. He had given me a treat down there between my legs and I wanted this to be...

And then he was over me. He was so much bigger than me it was a little frightening. But he was careful not to put his whole weight on me. He kneed closer and I watched with my hands on his shoulders as he held his cock in his right hand and pointed it toward my center,

then it touched me. The blunt end of the handsome cock touched the hair between my legs. Touched and more. Slowly, he teased along my lips.

"Ohhh, yes..." I said breathlessly.

I watched as he moved the big head along my slit a little deeper each time until he was pushing them aside firmly. Looking eager to kiss it as it passed, my pussy lips wrinkled out of the way, caressing this big slick cock head.

I reached between us and took it from him, letting him rest on both hands tucked close beside my breasts. 

The big cock swung where I wanted it to go. I teased him by brushing it against my hairy mound, watching his gray-blue eyes look at me more seriously and more seriously. Men are that way, when they are about to have sex, they look SO serious. Or is it some primordial fear? Fear that they might lose it? Putting it in that little space?

I could hear it as I moved the head between my lustful pussy lips. There was a wet, slurping sound as it brushed my lips aside and his dick head swam in the river between my legs. I could feel his heartbeat, now very strong, very excited through my fingertips.

I wrapped my hand around it, gauging how thick it was. Would it go in? I knew the answer of course, any size penis can be crammed into that wonderful space waiting to be filled, the vagina. Still, you wonder when you look at a large unfamiliar one for the first time. A new one. An untried large one. Large and strange and menacing. One with surprising high veins crinkling along the surface of the shaft and a gleaming head which brought an involuntary shiver to the back of my neck and made my throat seem dry and unnatural.

The head was buried in the vestibule of my vagina now. Wet and creamy, ready for my vagina. I looked down and watched almost detached as it slipped up and down my moist slit, teasing, promising, spreading my lips, poised for its dive into the unknown.

I looked into his eyes once more. "Ready?" I asked.

He looked serious and nodded. I tried to relax as he pushed in for the first time.

The head slipped past the muscle at the opening of my vagina with a little bit of trouble, but it was inside now. He was sweating already. My eyes must have been open wide with surprise as that big bulging head pushed its way in, because he looked slightly concerned.

I felt the muscle slip behind the head and hold it. "Oh!" I hadn't meant to gasp. It just slipped out.

I nodded and urged him to put more in. A little more slipped in and I looked down to the obscene look of a large cock pushed halfway into a girl's vagina. It looked glorious, but as always, a little harsh and somehow war-like. My pussy lips were hugging it as if it were a little too big, yet they looked right, plumply hugging it..

With one final push, he was all the way in. "Ohhh..." I couldn't help it. It pushed the folds of my vagina smoothly aside, filling my space as it went. I felt wonderful being filled up. When he was half way, I felt him rub along my G-spot. He was big enough to massage it and I felt the tremors throughout my body. My nipples tingled. On it went, spreading me and filling me, feeling me, fondling my cunt as it went on its way. The bulging head bumped my cervix and slid past. And then he lay there breathing heavily; excitedly, his heart pounding against mine.

"Oh, my.... oh yes." I said, clasping my arms around his neck.

"Oh, god!" he gasped, his breath alcohol laden and warm. He shuddered with the pleasure it gave him. "Ohmigod! You're tight." I think they say that as an awkward but convenient little compliment. I mean, they have taken over this secret part of your body. They feel slightly in need of saying something, anything but silence. I wondered if it really felt tight? Snug, at least, I was sure of that. I could feel how snug it was around his girth. I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on squeezing it, then realized I didn't have to try, its size was stretching me.

He lay there, letting me get used to being so filled. It is so hard to describe. This place in your body. Not vacant. Just soft velvet drapes waiting to be parted, and then there is the parting, there is this big thing resting and filling me. I began to move under him.

And slowly he began... WE began... He withdrew a few inches. I urged him back in. I wanted the full feeling. I let him withdraw again and felt the head once again test the taut muscle at the entry. He shoved it in again, deep, pushing the folds of my vagina slowly out of the way.

"Yes, Carl... shove it in... shove it in." I urged. "Shove... shove it in!" I groaned more loudly.

He reacted like a stallion and soon I was hanging on for dear life as he pounded that big cock in and out of me. I guided him by tilting my pelvis, helping him find the slick path into my center. Again and again he thrust into me and my body answered by grasping for more. Now I could hear that noise of his balls slapping against my bottom and I twisted trying to make it so it didn't make that ugly slap, slap, slap of flesh against flesh. It seemed to make him go even wilder.

"Fucking you! Fucking you! Fucking you!" His words were like bullets slamming into a stonewall in one of those western movies. He spat them out with each thrust into my grasping vagina. 


Dancing Fool



He was slamming into me now, mashing me into the bed and pillow under my bottom. He paused a moment, then resumed the lunging, thrusting, pile-driving action, straining to get more of my pussy. Straining for more of this stranger's cunt. I spread my legs wider for him, letting him have his full stroke. On and on we fucked. Until finally he came and I felt the warm sperm spill inside me. I was completely filled with cock and then came this little bit more to squeeze down his shaft and seep out of my vagina.

He was spent, but thoughtful enough to continue thrusting with his vanquished penis to slide a few more times into the wet track of my cunt and give me just a little more pleasure and an orgasm. His cock even as it softened, felt deliciously filling in my pussy. Slowly, the staff that had made my pussy so happy, softened and slipped out in a stream of our juices. Now the thought came to me. "why hadn't I insisted he wear a rubber?" Only now; too late. Doing something for the first time... always... always leads to mistakes. I pressed my fingers to my forehead as if trying to change things.

I heard him snoring immediately. Quietly, I pulled back the covers and crept around the room finding my clothes. I went to the bathroom and locked the door. Surveying the smeared lipstick and rumpled hair, I shook my head in approbation at the stranger in the mirror. I hung up my dress, thankful that my pantyhose were there in a fluffy pile; at least I didn't have to go searching for them.

I sat on the toilet and felt sperm, strange sperm seeping from me. I shook my head, rather in surprise that someone had actually been inside me and left his wet evidence for me to rue quietly here in the tiled prison of a bathroom in Las Vegas. 

I felt lonely. Lonely.

I cleaned myself with a warm moist washcloth, then patted myself dry. I stood staring for a long time at the naked lady in my mirror. She looked blotchy around the nipples; perhaps from a rough beard, perhaps a suckling stranger, eager for pleasure. What do you call that when a stubbly beard makes you red and blotchy? I couldn't recall. Her cheek was that way too. She lifted her chin and there were little nibble marks, not a full, old-fashioned hickey, but nibble marks. Her breasts looked alright, though, full and not too saggy, nice neat nipples in their dark areolas. She straightened her back and moved so they swayed sexily in the mirror.

"You're a mess!" The words echoed around me, and I winced. "But, you'll be Okay." I whispered, wiping off the remainder of my lipstick.

There was a magnifying mirror and strangely, I put it under my pussy with my right foot up on the vanity. What was I expecting? To see it damaged? No. A little redder than before, but none the worse for the wear he had given it.

"I could use a trim, though," I complained, wishing I had thought of that before letting a stranger see it. I touched gingerly along my swollen lips, sensing the hair, then touching. 

"A little tender." I observed.

I slipped my arms into the brassiere and let my breasts snuggle into the cups as I leaned forward and snapped it in the back. My panties were ruined and I threw them in the waist basket. I bent over to pull the pantyhose up one leg, then thought better of it and sat down to do the other.

I gave myself another glance as I buttoned the dress and toed my shoes closer to slip into them. The heels clicked noisily on the tile floor and I tiptoed to keep the noise down.

I turned the light out before opening the door, and listened. I strode quietly through the snoring and let myself into the hallway overlooking the open atrium and glass elevator shafts below.

The light on my room blinked green and I quietly entered and listened. Perhaps Linda was not home either. "Oh, god," I thought, "what if SHE brought someone back to our shared room? " I peered in and let my eyes accustom to the dark, and saw that there was only one form in the second bed. There were two queen size beds, I remembered. "Two Queens." I thought quietly smiling to myself.

I slipped out of my clothes quietly as possible and searched for pajamas in my suitcase.

"Have a good time?" The voice scared me out of two years serenity.

"Oh, god!" I moaned. "Linda, would it bother you if I took a shower? Would it keep you awake?"

"Go right ahead. Go right ahead." She hadn't turned over, but lay there laughing at my discomfiture.

I showered quickly, needing a friend to tell me it was okay.

In my pajamas, I started to clear luggage and clothes off my bed.

"Just crawl in with me, hon!" she said, "I could use some company, too."

I gladly opened the cover and slid in beside my old friend and snuggled up to her.

"It's been a few years since we had a pajama party, Linda."

She laughed and wriggled against me into the spoon position. "Want to tell me about it?"

"Oh, god. If I look like doing that again tonight, just shoot me, will you? I'm dying with guilt!"

"Me too. Ain't it awful?"

I knew my secret would be safe with her.

"Fun though?" she asked.

I thought about it. "Yeah... fun...." I couldn't continue. It didn't seem necessary. After all these years it just wasn't necessary.

"It's nice, having this old friendship at a moment like this, I think." She said quietly.

"Yes. Really!" I said emphatically. I hugged her close and felt good when she grasped my arm and pulled it tighter around her, snuggling my wrist just under her breast.

"Really!" Sleep came soon.



Dancing for a Special Audience



We are in a semi-crowded club and I have the opportunity to put on a show just for you. My hair is laying softly down my back as you like it, my skin is nicely sun-kissed, my thighs are strong, and my navel pin and property tag are clearly visible against my elongated midsection and trim abs. My sperm-filled pendant rests delicately at the base of my throat, seeming like a natural set with my property tag. My nipples are hard, the color of caramel, drawing attention progressively down my body. My lips are wet with deep red lipstick. I'm wearing 5" black satin strappy heels with a hint of silver and sparkle, outdone only by the glitter highlighting my eyes and the natural gleam in my eyes from being able to please my man. I have nothing else on.

The pole off to the side of the room isn't generally intended for dancing, but that's its only purpose tonight. My thighs are wrapped around it, crossed at the ankle, right leg higher than the left. As the music begins slowly, patiently, with a hint of the energy to come, my shoulders come alive. I sway up to the pole, then dip away, caressing the pole with my hand as if it were your gorgeous dick. My eyes are closed, my tongue wets my lips, and the vibe of the music is accented by the rise and fall of my breasts, my shoulders, my hips and my abs as they tease the pole and dip away. 

The music picks up, my right leg is on the floor, and my left remains wrapped on the pole. I bend backwards and my left knee rises on the pole, showing you your wet pussy. I return to standing, the music is up, and the dancing begins. Both legs on the floor, spread wide, I bend at the hips, ass against the pole and my flat back begging you to drink to rest on her. I rise again, turn into the pole, wrapped like a snake from ankles to shoulders. I wet my lips with my tongue, touch a finger to your wet pussy, and use my deep red lips to clean every drop of wet. Your pussy is dripping down the pole, clearly marking where she's been and how wet you make her, marking for all to see. My ass pops from side to side, showing the shape and curves you so enjoy. She shimmies for you and for anyone else who dares to watch. The music overcomes me, and I grab the pole with both hands, swinging around it twice and coming to a restful pause with both ankles locked around it, bracing my body as it gently sways to the pole and dips away, my back bent over, arms outstretched over my head to the ground. I pull my body back up, remaining connected to the pole. 

My hands caress the pole, gently gliding up and down, making your pussy wetter and wetter, wishing the pole were daddy's dick. I unwrap my ankles and stand in front of the pole, my ass kissing the pole and my eyes searching the crowd for a good dick to suck. You point one out; I coax him up. Still bent at the hips, ass kissing the pole, legs spread wide, lips deep red, and pussy still dripping, I ask him if he would help me please my daddy by allowing me to suck his dick. He is kind enough to help me out and I suck his dick for a few moments, cradling his balls, licking from base to tip, dancing my tongue around the tip of his dick. I feel his dick growing in my mouth, and I give it a final suck, a gentle lick goodbye.

I stand thoughtfully, my finger in my mouth, scanning the room for another good dick to suck. I take a few sips of a drink, return to the pole, and climb a chair to get even higher on the pole. I wrap my ankles and thighs tightly, sway my upper body to the music, and caress my ass, just to make sure it's still there. I caress my breasts, play with my nipples and stroke my thighs, all while my hips sway and respond to the music that invigorates my soul. 

I lean back on the pole, hands paying attention to my hair, throat, breasts and nipples. I show you your clit and your pussy, wet with anticipation for daddy's gorgeous dick. From this height, you can see her perfectly, and she calls out to you. I bend backwards, take the pole in my hands, and gently unfold my legs over my head and slide down toward the floor, legs out wide to the sides, sliding your pussy along the pole. I come to rest on the floor, legs resting split wide open, and scan for my final guest dick of the night. You point one out, he needs no coaxing to come to me, and I ask the same favor of him: would you help me please my daddy by allowing me to suck your dick? He agrees, gives me his dick, and I invite him to join me on the floor. He sits in front of me, and I lay between his legs with his dick in my mouth. He reaches for your pussy and I quickly let him know that your pussy is off limits to him. He lays back and allows me to enjoy his dick, as I suck it and lick it and taste the bit of cum he can't hold back. I won't drink him, so I move to lick the shaft and tease his balls for a moment. I return to sucking his dick, give a final gentle lick, passionate suck, raise my head, thank him, and send him back to where he was. 

The show is over, I take another sip of my drink, and I walk gently, with purpose, right to you. You give me your dick. I kneel at your feet, and suck, lick and drink of my daddy until he tells me to stop. Everyone watches you take control of your pet, watch you play with her, watch you fuck her and watch her so happy to submit to her daddy. You give me your dick to clean and I lick off every drop of us. I cradle your balls, lick you some more, and probe for more sperm. When you're all clean, you kiss me deeply with a gentle choke so everyone who wasn't convinced of my submission from watching me get fucked is certainly convinced now. We now have a fan club and guys are asking you where they can get a little slut like the one you have. I glow with pride, and you walk me out of the building.



Dancing for Each Oher



I entered the smoky, dimly lit bar and sat in a stool next to the dance floor. A curvy blonde broke away from the dancing and floated over to me, two glasses and a bottle of bubbly in hand. We drank as we explored each other with our eyes and she undressed me with her baby blues. Colored lights slowly emerged, bouncing off a twirling silver ball in the ceiling, and music rose from a hidden band. She laughed, blew me a kiss, stood just feet from where I was sitting, and began to sway with the music and dancing lights.

She slowly, sensuously ran her hands across her body, and then she was dancing. There were shouts of approval and enthusiasm all around us, but she was dancing just for me. She stood in the spotlight just beyond my table, her ample hips and breasts slowly swaying to the music of the band as she danced in undulating rhythm, her long blonde hair waving around her head. I pulled her hips to me with my soft eyes and made love to the where they centered. She laughed and arched her back. Her hips gyrated and wiggled and pumped as she danced in front of me, thrusting her breasts as me, again and again. She sighed and moaned for me. I arched my back in sexual exhilaration and ecstasy, as the lights bouncing off the silver ball intensified and burbling applause and catcalls flooded in on us. But she was dancing just for me.

She pranced out on to the center of the dance floor, dancing in sweeping movements for the music and audience, and then she returned to me. We entwined our arms and smoked a cigarette and whispered endearments to each other. And she mounted my lap then and did a dance just for me. And we found a breath-stealing rhythm with our hips, as I squeezed her rounded butt cheeks and made love to her lips and taut nipples through her thin cotton top with my soft, searching mouth.

I drove her out to my beach house with the top down, her long blonde hair streaming in the wind, her laughter floating on the air. We glided down between the dunes and ocean to a misty, dimly lit stretch of sand. She spread the blanket as I poured bubbly into two glasses. We drank as we explored each others bodies with anxious hands through our moist, clinging clothes. Curves and crevasses. Cheeks, tits, bellies, navels, thighs, cock and balls, cunt, and asses. She undressed me with her roaming hands. Pink and lavender fingers of the rising sun appeared on the ocean horizon, and the sound of the waves amplified. She laughed, kissed me deeply, and stood and slid out onto the sand.

She slowly, sensuously stripped down, and then she was dancing. The seagulls wheeled and cawed overhead, shouting their approval and enthusiasm, but she was dancing just for me. She stood close in front of me in the sand, her hips and breasts slowly swaying to the music of the surf and soaring seagulls as she danced in undulating rhythm, her long blonde hair waving around her head. I pulled her hips to me with my soft mouth and tongue and made love inside the moist crevice between her soft thighs. She laughed and arched her back. I pulled her down to the blanket below me and slid my cock into her flowing center. My hips gyrated and wiggled and pumped as I danced above her, thrusting my throbbing cock into her, again and again. She sighed and moaned for me. I arched my back in sexual release and ecstasy, as the morning light bouncing off the dancing waves intensified and her love canal was flooded deep with my burbling semen. I was dancing just for her.

She broke free and pranced out onto the sand, dancing sweeping movements for the crashing waves and careening seagulls, and then she returned to me. We entwined our arms and smoked a cigarette and whispered endearments to each other. And she mounted my lap then, lowering her nether lips onto my throbbing rod once more, and we danced for each other, finding a breath-stealing rhythm with our hips, as I squeezed her rounded butt cheeks and made love to her lips and taut nipples with my soft, searching mouth. I stretched and filled her undulating love canal with my probing, plowing, dancing cock and, in time, with waves and waves of my man juice, my wiggling sperm dancing around deep inside the core of her, dancing just for her. 



Dancing for Master



Gentle words caress her senses as He coos, “you can do this My littleone. You can do this for Me.”

Her fluttering eyelids remain closed as she silently nods concession to His wishes. Everything inside her body is churning and everything outside violently quivers as a leaf would blown by a stormy summer wind. She flashes back to the hours before ~ to the scene that started this whole moment.

She was rushing around preparing not only the house, but also herself, when He walked through the front door. Without hesitation, she left what it was she was tending to and whisked her to Him. The soft white cotton fabric of her sundress clung to the upper portion of her overheated body as the lower section swirled away when she turned the corner where the front door knob twisted and opened. A wide smile was plastered on her face to display her excitement at seeing Him home safe, back in her arms where He belongs. Much to her surprise (and chagrin), she was met by not only her Master, but also two gentlemen who followed Him closely. A tall dark haired and dark complected man came first tailed by a husky blonde with ice blue eyes. Her mind raced. Surprise was evident on her face. They were to go out with some old friends of His later this evening, but were they supposed to come home with Him first? No, she really didn’t think so. She wouldn’t have forgotten something that important. Her Master introduced them each to her as He wound an arm around her waist.

“My pet, this is Rick and Jim ~ old friends of mine.”

Each shook her hand before they took their seats in the living room. Her Master requested a pitcher of lemonade and some snacks as He patted her bottom to send her to the kitchen. This brought instant although fleeting relief to her confusion, and she rushed off to fill her task. 

She trembled as the knife slid with ease through the array of vegetables she had bought only yesterday. Perfectly round slices of cucumber fell to the board as her mind raced. She didn’t like not knowing company was coming although the house was kept tidy and she didn’t look frightful. Thankful that she was prepared at least somewhat for these unexpected guests with snacks, she tried to figure out why He didn’t call first to announce this. Surely there was a perfectly understandable explanation. Fresh broccoli and green peppers were arranged in small bite size pieces before washing and slicing large mushroom caps. She turned to the fridge and rummaged around for the creamy dip she had made yesterday. Slowly, she whipped it to freshen it and then poured it into a crystal serving bowl. Carefully, she arranged the vegetables around the platter with the bowl crowning the middle. Pleased with her work, she turned to fill three glasses with the fresh squeezed lemonade that she had labored on only a bit before. She licked her lips as the tiny pieces of pulp floated around the tall glasses and quickly poured herself a small glass. Placing everything on a large tray, she balanced it and inhaled a deep breath before heading back into the room.

They laughed loudly as each took turns telling stories of this or that, stories she couldn’t make out, but figured weren’t meant for her ears anyhow. She chalked it up to men catching up and with a smile, she made her way back into the room. Upon returning, the larger man, tanned with dark hair and eyes to match, stood and took His glass from the tray. The tall pitcher bore tiny rivulets of water down its sides to signal the imminent heat of the early evening. Her body too showed signs of the climbing temperatures. As her eyes locked on the chilled water trickling down the side of the glass, her tongue slipped from between her lips to slake her parched need. Idly, she sipped her drink until she could no longer stand it. Rising to turn up the air conditioning, she first bent to whisper a request to her Master.

“May I go to the bedroom or am I needed further?”

Without a response, He stood and excused Himself from the two men for a few moments. The light haired man inquired where he could freshen up after the long trip. Before ushering her back to the bedroom, He pointed out the way to the bathroom. His grasp was light on her elbow, but He led her back to their room quickly.

The door was shut slowly behind them as the two men’s voices were muffled now by their solitude. She opened her mouth to speak, but He quickly silenced her with His own lips pressing hard against hers. Hungry hands roamed over her bare arms and up until He cupped her neck with one hand while pinning her against the wall with the other. His urgency overwhelmed her and one leg snaked around His to draw her ever closer to His heat. Grinding and pulsing against each other, they drew from each other the primal need that forever called to be quenched. Suddenly, He withdrew from her grasp and backed toward the plush reading chair that graced the large window and He sunk into it.

“Come,” He coarsely called to her to which she swiftly complied and stood before Him a little confused. “I need to apologize for not calling you to inform you that they were coming home with Me. It was a spur of the moment decision and My cell phone was dead when I got in the car.” 

Before going on, a look of something being wrong crossed His face as He uttered, “You aren’t in your rightful place babe.” He pulled her into His lap and cuddled her with that firm gentleness only He could give. Seemingly satisfied, He continued. “Those guys are also traveling through town on their way to a BDSM seminar.” Noting the shock that was evident on her face upon hearing the last bit, He chuckled. “Yes dear heart, they are Both Dominants. Their subs are back at their hotel waiting. I’m still not sure how the whole conversation came up, but we had a good laugh once we realized the common thread between us. All these years and we never knew.”

He paused to take a breath and check His watch. “We are going to have them over for late evening drinks and entertainment. My precious, you are to provide the entertainment for tonight, for us. You will dance before them as you dance for Me.”

Horror shook through her as she nearly fell from His lap. Her soft lips moved as though she was going to speak, but no sounds came forth. All she found she could do was shake her head. Finally, the only word that came out was, “Master?”

Lovingly, His hand reaches up to smooth her hair while she is brought back to the present time. His words echo in her mind as He whispers into her ears over and over, “You can do this My littleone. You can do this for Me. You will do this for Me.” His teeth catch her bottom lip before it can make its way out to tremble. Usually she can maintain a certain level of calmness, but sometimes she really finds her emotions surging over her control level. 

As her dress hikes up above her waist, it is evident to Him that she isn’t wearing panties. Hands trickle down the outside of her thighs and back up the inside. Her legs wrap around His body and pull Him closer as her hips grind down onto His now raging hard on. 

A kiss shares that sweet honey … her bare heat gyrates over His throbbing restrained rod … her hands slide over His face which her lips follow. Teeth and tongue seductively tease His neck until they reach that special spot beneath His chin where she tarries just a little longer. His hands slip in front to slide underneath her dress. The soft pads of His fingertips cup the fullness of her breasts. Slowly, her head tilts back and a long low groan flows from her as He finds her hard tender buds. Her soft brown locks tumble down over her shoulder blades and sway as her body begins to gyrate atop His.

Abruptly, He puts a halt to their playing and pulls her back far enough on His lap to expose the wet spot she’s soaked into His pants. “That’s enough now My littleone. Later we shall play. Right now, we’ve got company to deal with. They will be going to dinner soon and wish us to go with them. They will be coming back here afterwards for drinks and conversation. You will dance for them tonight my littleone. You will do it because I wish it.” A smile lingers on His lips at the last part and she knows that begging for it not to be is not an option. Electricity rips through her as she manages to maintain her composure for brief seconds before she collapses in His arms. She has never danced for anyone she didn’t know and lately she hadn’t danced for anyone but Him. It took great amounts of courage to even dance for Him in the beginning, and now He was asking her to summon even greater amounts for these strangers. Could she do it? Really? Of course she could … because He wanted it. 

Tears are imminent, yet somehow she holds them at bay. His fingers curl under her chin as He lifts her face to meet His gaze. She knows that the moment her eyes meet His, all chaos will simply melt away, and she will feel that essential peace that only He can bring to her spirit. Those pale piercing eyes will sear that place in her soul only He could find … the place that no one else is privy to reaching let alone seeing. He gives her core the fire that rages, and He is the only one who can extinguish it with but a single word. She looks up. Instantly she gets lost in those eyes filled with such love and passion for her … only for her.

Soft smiles take over as she knows in her heart that her will is His and He wills her to dance for them … for Him. She does however ask for time to get ready for dinner. He wipes the tears from her cheeks and grants her the time she needs as He stands with her still with her fingers laced with His. A flurry of butterfly kisses float over each digit in an attempt to touch all of Him at once. He pulls her up to Him and nuzzles her neck.

“I need to tell them that we will meet them at the restaurant. Start getting ready love.” Upon the completion of one final serene kiss, He sets her down and heads off to again tend to their guests. Before exiting, He stops in the doorframe and His glance inspects what is His once more with a parting grin. Then, He is gone.

Her body falls back into the overstuffed chair as her eyes well up with anxious tears. They may be friends of His, but she had never even laid eyes upon them, yet now she would have to dance for Them … bare her flesh for Them and their charges … allow Them to see her every glorious curve and sensuous plain. Her mind wonders what would be worse, knowing that she will be doing this or having it be a surprise. Shrugging, she shakes the nervousness from her brain and rushes off to get ready.

Thankfully, she showered before He got home, so that isn’t an obstacle. The sundress falls to the floor and she stands naked in the setting suns final burst of brilliance. The warm rays feed her flesh in comfort as she wanders to the closet. The realization hits that she never asked where they were going which would dictate how she will dress. Sighs fall on the fading light as she pulls her satin robe from its hook and to her nude form. Draping it lightly and tying it loosely, she heads back out into the living room. 

The rooms are silent as she meanders through the barely lit house. The kitchen light is the only one on and she makes her way to it like a tiny moth. Her assumption is that the men have gone; yet she is very wrong. Standing there leaning against the counter is the dark man, Jim. A wicked smile spreads over His face as He laughs, “Back so soon darlin?”

Not quite sure what to say, she merely asks where her Master is and leaves it at that. 

“Oh He is in the garage and will be back shortly. I hear that you are going to be the one to entertain us tonight. Very interesting indeed.”

“Yes Sir, it should be a very nice night for all,” she squeaks out.

He chuckles and nods, “My girl could use dancing lessons so I’m hoping she picks up some tips from watching you.” His smile eases into something more settling, and she laughs softly.

“I don’t normally give lessons Sir,” she responds with a light laugh, “but if she lets it come from her heart and soul, I’m sure she would be beautiful.” She can’t figure out why this guy made her feel so uneasy earlier, and chalks it up to Them being used to using intimidation as a greeting in business settings. 

Just then, her Master enters with the other man in tow. They laugh again about something one of them said and don’t take notice to her right away. Her Master sees her, beams brightly and slips an arm around her waist. An exuberant smile flashes over her face and the two Men look knowingly at them. “Doesn’t look like My girl is ready yet or is that how you plan on going out?” They all laugh and look to her for an explanation.

Feeling the rush of blood rise into her cheeks and fill them with a crimson stain, she laughs. “Master, I don’t know where we’re going for dinner, so I don’t know what to wear!”

Now He laughs again, but a little lighter this time. “Rick and Jim were just leaving to change and pick up Their girls. We’ll find you something appropriate now.”

They stand there linked by not only their arms wrapped deliciously around each other, but by their souls. Staying safe in each others embrace, they show the Men to the door while promising to see them soon.

Before the door clicks shut, He pulls her into the nearest chair so that He straddles over her. His gaze makes its way to the soft shaven mound that is peeking out from beneath the satin. He gently slips one lone finger deep inside which pulls a groan from her. Another finger fucks deep inside without warning as soft moans escape from between her lips. 

“Seems My slut’s a little wet. Wonder why that could be.”

Thinking of the right response, she hesitates too long. Another finger joins the previous two in pumping slowly in and out of her sweet cunt. 

“Well littleone? Why are you wet?”

Her mouth opens to no words, finding this to be a day where she is speechless more often than not. Only soft whimpers escape her. Quickly, those same fingers that were just sliding skillfully in her pussy smear over her trembling mouth. As He paints her full lips with her own juices, His want increases tenfold. Pushing those digits into her mouth, He bids her to suck them as she would what He really wants her to suck right then. 

She doesn’t hesitate as her tongue rolls around each, cleaning her sticky dew from them with expert ease. He starts to moan too, and both echo their deepest lustful desires each to the other. 

He picks her up still wrapped around Him and tosses her to the couch where He kneels above her. Bewilderment brings a gasp from her as His hands tear open her robe. Voraciously, His mouth suckles and nibbles at her exposed skin. Panting hot breaths bathe the wet trails left by His tongue. Urgent fingers grope and rake over her quivering body. Fanning her fire, she also begins to ravenously devour every inch of Him her hungry mouth can find.

One arm curls under her back and flips her over to her stomach. As He pulls her ass high up in the air, He also fumbles at His belt and zipper. Bending over her bowed body, His lips traverse the length of her spine as His thickness now presses against her wet crease ~ teasing it, taunting her, playing with what is His. He begins to rock back and forth, sawing His probing member deeper into her slit but not penetrating her heated depth. His fingers dig deep into her hips as He pulls her back and forth to match His motions.

Expertly, He maneuvers the throbbing head of His cock to rub against her drenched little button. This sends her so near the edge that she starts to grind back to Him and tiny wails rip from her throat. 

His words replenish her longing for Him as He says barely above a whisper, “My littleone is horny for her Master, isn’t she? She wants to feel Him fuck her hard and now, doesn’t she? She wants to cum at His command, yes?” 

A mixture of whimpers and growls fill the room as she can barely think straight. His voice bellows from behind her, “Well?”

“Yessssss Master, oh God yessssssss.”

“Yes what littleone? Yes what?” 

She pauses to pant a little longer before begging with all she is, screeching out, “Your girl wants to cum for You Master, she wants to cum so bad. Pleaseeeee let me cum.”

Behind her out of sight, He grins that dirty grin only He can muster in times like these. He too feels the need, but thinks it best that they both wait until later as wicked thoughts take shape in His mind. “No.”

She squeals and whimpers louder which only causes His fingers to wind around in her hair, pulling back her head to His mouth. “I said no … for now.”

Gently, He releases her back to position and removes His pulsing cock from her gash torturously slow. She growls as it slides against all of her most sensitive nerve endings and nearly tosses her over the cliff she’s barely hanging onto as it is. Loving hands stroke over her glistening skin as He urges her back to sit with Him.

All she can think of is Him … how He must be needing release as much as she does at this point … how He can continuously drive her to the edge of the cliff and hold her there dangling while His own blood must be boiling with need … she can only think of how she kneels in awe of this man, this man who holds her in the palm of His hand, gently squeezing from her only the best. 

Feeling rather frazzled, she takes a few deep breaths before curling against Him. Deciding to try and put what just happened behind her for the time being, she asks innocently, “So where are we going to eat, and any ideas of what I should wear?” She practically jumps from her seat when He bursts out into fits of laughter. That is one thing she absolutely loves about them ~ their ability to laugh together. It seems to be infectious as she begins to giggle uncontrollably. Soon they are holding onto one another for dear life as tears pour from their eyes from the force of the silliness.

They calm slowly and race each other to the bedroom to get changed. He, of course, wins since He’s much more quick and agile than she seems to be today. Instead of heading to His closet, He goes to hers and rummages through her garments. Being that the night will be balmy, He selects a pale yellow tank top with brown leather lacing up the front. She grins because it’s one of His favorites being that it has spaghetti straps that barely cover her shoulders and is quite low cut to reveal much more than just her cleavage. She pulls her favorite short shorts from the bottom drawer of her dresser and holds them up for approval. They aren’t too short, but short enough to make Him stop and stare. The smile that they draw answers her query quickly. Heading to her underwear drawer, she starts to rummage around through the assortment of frills, lace, satin and silk. He slides up behind her and reaches down for only one item before closing it. He pulls out a strapless cream bra and winds it around her neck. 

“No panties tonight My precious.”

She giggles and nods. As He backs away, she wiggles out of her silky robe and lets it float down her body to the floor. He watches as she slips into the bra and tank top, but helps her into her shorts. Twirling before Him, she waits for His opinion. He again smiles wide and tosses her sandals over to her. Completing the ensemble, she heads over to her vanity to find her jewelry. He is busy behind her getting dressed Himself, selecting a navy blue polo shirt and a set of khaki shorts. She turns just in time to see Him pull up the shorts over His delicious rear. He crosses the room to wind His arms around her shoulders as she fixes her earrings. His palm brushes the fullness of her breasts as He reaches down over her to grab her collar. It’s leather still so crisp and new, she watches as He lovingly fingers the sleek black band. She can’t help but smile as He pulls it tight against her throat for mere moments before relaxing its tension enough to fasten it. It’s her turn then to run her fingers over the band she only gets to wear for special occasions. Tonight will make only the third time she’s been allowed to wear it, and it’s only been when they’ve gone out. Although she knows that she belongs to Him 100%, He has not granted her the bliss of this His final act of claiming her as His and His alone. She knows it will come, but on His terms and at His will and this makes her again well with pride at being His. Bending back slightly to gaze into His eyes, she flashes Him the smile that she reserves for Him and Him alone. 




Dancing for Master



“Ready?” she asks.

With a nod and a hearty chuckle, He takes her by the elbow and leads her back out into the sitting room. He sits and waits as she brings His shoes over. Running off to check that the house is ready to leave, she quivers while wondering what is on His agenda tonight. He lives to surprise and shock her. Of course, this means that she never knows what to expect. He certainly has gained some bliss at keeping her on her toes. More than once she has affectionately referred to Him as Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. He seemed to love that connotation and revels in being able to change quicker than the weather to keep her literally jumping. Past images of some things He has done flash by as she makes sure the back door is locked, and she shudders again. His cat rubs affectionately against her legs craving attention which brings her quickly back to earth. Sweeping the ball of fluff into her arms, she whisks her off to the kitchen. Immediately, He smiles upon seeing her with the cat nestled carefully in her grasp. The cat jumps to the floor to hungrily run to her food. He quickly moves to her and embraces her in His strong arms. She squeaks a tiny moan as He squeezes gently. 

As they drive away, He slips in their favorite CD. It was the one they made together one long night. It was so wonderful to search through song after song while seated on His lap. She hums along with the melody as the suns begins to fall low into the evening sky. It’s only then that she realizes she has no clue where they’re going to eat. 

“So, where are we going to eat?”

“Guess,” He replies playfully before quickly adding, “It’s easy if you think about it carefully.”

Her mind begins to run quickly to the small town’s eateries. Ruling out Moxie’s because they’re dressed entirely too casually, she thinks where else He would take not only her, but old friends as well. The light bulb brightens and then blinds as she knows without a doubt.

“Poor Red’s?” she poses her guess.

He laughs and nods. “I knew that was too easy.” 

She was actually surprised that she didn’t get it sooner. It is one of they’re favorite places to kick back and grab supper. The ambiance the tiny place gives them is always so perfect, not to mention that their ribs are literally to die for. Many nights had been spent at the corner table talking and laughing over a huge plate of ribs with sides of cole slaw and cinnamon apples. Suddenly she’s very happy that they both dressed cool and comfortably. Poor Red’s is so very hot considering the size of the ovens they use. The first time He took her there, she overdressed and roasted miserably. Since then, she’s not made the same mistake twice. 

As they pull into the parking lot, He points out that His friends have already arrived and are waiting on the bench outside. 

“You know, I hate to admit it, but I’m actually quite nervous about this,” she remarks as He turns the engine off.

The stars are shining brightly as huge dust trails across the sky and reflect in the windshield and in His eyes as He turns to face her. Soft fingertips trail over the top of her thighs as He curiously scans her face with His piercing baby blues. “Nervous about what precious? Dinner with them or the dancing later?” His eyes flash with rapture seeing that He’s kept her on the edge of both excitement and restlessness for so long.

After pondering for a moment, she says, “Both.”

“Why about dinner?”

“Well I know what comes after dinner, so I’m going to want to make this last as long as possible.”

He laughs hard and shakes His head. “I somehow don’t think that you will be able to stretch it out any longer than it’s supposed to be. You will do fine. I know this isn’t something that you’re used to doing, but you will do fine. I have faith in you.”

The last sentence does wonders to set her mind at ease. The confidence He exudes when it comes to her amazes her still to this day. His hand covers hers before He withdraws from the car and crosses to her side. As He opens the door, she sees Him wearing a huge grin. He offers her His hand, and when she slips hers into His grasp, He pulls her playfully into His arms. He breaks into an impromptu tango there in the middle of the parking lot as the setting suns rays slowly filter through the lower portion of the trees. They burst into a fit of laughter as they realize that patrons of surrounding stores and rush off to the restaurant were watching them.

Upon entering, they see that His friends and Their charges are already enjoying drinks at a corner table. Both men stand as They see the couple approaching. Greetings and introductions are exchanged quickly before He pulls her chair out and seats her beside Him. She takes advantage of the time while He orders them both something to drink and looks over the other two women at the table. Rick’s girl is but a waif in comparison to herself, yet her eyes flash such warmth that she immediately feels comfortable. Her reddish blonde hair is cut into a neat bob and styled fashionably. As opposite as possible, the other girl, Jim’s girl, is a tall amazon of a woman with long flowing raven tresses and a healthy build. Her smile is amazing and instantly makes the room brighter. She glances over to Him in a tell-all way, one that He reads immediately. In that single look, she told Him that the anxiety is gone and that she feels wonderful. His fingers squeeze her thigh in reassurance before coming up to get His iced tea. 

In an attempt to break the ice, she starts an exchange of small talk with the ladies which is joined by the men soon after. Always the hostess, she keeps the flow moving steadily but not rapidly. While talking, she finds that she likes their guests very much and her apprehension fades some about what will come later. 

She heads for the jukebox that stands in the corner to pick some sort of background music while the rest of the party talks and laughs. The heat is almost unbearable, but no one seems to notice as they have such a good time. As the discs slip by, she feels eyes upon her back and grins to herself. He is watching her even as He keeps up conversation. That piercing stare is one that haunts her even when He is not with her. She has come to know it even as her back is turned. It beckons to her as no words ever could. Quickly, she selects some of the songs she likes and traipses back to Him. 

As she reaches to pull her chair out in order to sit, He holds it in with His foot. Instead, He pats His lap. “Take your rightful place love.”

Smiling outside and in, she nods and backs up towards His legs. For effect, she wiggles slightly before settling down sideways upon His thighs. One arm comes up and slides across her stomach as He pulls her back to Him. The guests smile discerning smiles as the waitress returns then and brings large plates stacked high with succulent ribs slathered with sauce. The table ooh’s and ahh’s with sheer delight and hunger. Without waiting, they dig in. 

She pulls a rib from its place and her skilled fingers tear the meat from the bone. One hand still holds the clean white bone while the other drips with juices and thick red sauce. Discarding the bone, she cups one hand under the other as she offers Him the first delectable taste. He smiles before parting His lips and taking the meat along with her fingers into His mouth. A long suck clears all of the remaining mess from her swiftly. This nearly brings a moan to her lips, but He is already putting a piece of pork to her mouth now. This continues all through the meal as they only pause to gaze at each other or chat with their friends.

Each of them feeling quite full, they decide to leave. As they step out into the night air, they are instantly refreshed by the cool starlit evening. 

Looking upward, He mirrors her thoughts in words, “Seems like every star created is out tonight. Perfect for a walk.” 

They decide to take a bit of a walk through the small town before returning to the house. Somehow, she is thrilled at keeping the imminent plans at bay for even just a bit longer. As they walk, her mind keeps wandering, rehearsing in her head so to speak. Since He chose to be so kind and give her a heads up to her being the entertainment, she thought she should have something planned, at least for the beginning. 

No matter how many times she plans a dance in her head, it never turns out that way. Somehow, the music seems to take over her very soul and possess her in a way that she has no control over. However, she thinks it a good idea to have a back up plan in case the music fails her somehow although she knows it never will. The music not only flows through the air, but it flows through her veins, her skin, and her core. And He loves it. Not much pleases Him more than to watch her become lost within a strain of melodies. It was how He first noticed her ~ dancing for a small crowd of close friends. He had just happened to be there. She shone more brightly than the moon itself that night, and He knew without a doubt that He had to meet her. It was that night that He knew. That day is burned into her memory forever and she often revisits it when she needs a smile.

All too quickly, she is roused from her thoughts. “Time to go littleone.” A wicked grin punctuates His words.

With a brief nod, they are again off. They really never walked so much as they stood in front of the restaurant and talked some more. She had to laugh at this, but soon was tucked safely in the car with Him leading the others back to the house. Both of them were pleased with the ease of the night thus far and were hopeful that it would continue to be such. 

Once comfortable in the living room and settled with the drinks she had fetched, He nods her way ~ an indication for her to go and prepare. Politely, she excuses herself and makes for their bedroom. Knowing that time is not on her side, she hurriedly prepares. Shirt then bra are stripped from her body and flung into the hamper standing ready in the corner. Her shoes flip off with ease. With each article that is removed, both excitement and trepidation increase. Inching her shorts over her voluptuous hips, she stares in the full-length mirror. It’s there that she notices how wet the denim crotch was the whole time. A giggle resounds over the stillness of the room. She can hear only intermittent laughs and words from the other room, and she knows that she is afforded a bit more time since they are lost in conversation.

Overall, she is pleased with how the night turned out. His friends were very nice and their girls were delightful. She hopes that is enough for her to feel a level of comfort that will bring out the best in her dancing.

All of this begins to weigh on her mind as her hands idly wander over her tanned arms, slathering on first her warm vanilla sugar silk lotion followed by sparkling body luster. Again she twirls slowly in the mirror, enchanted by the glimmering sheen her body has now taken on. She pulls her favorite lipstick from her cupboard. As she holds it to her lips, she smiles thinking of how proud He is of her ~ proud enough to want her to dance in front of old friends. Those mixed emotions start to wreak familiar havoc within her again ~ honor to dance for Him, to serve Him, to please Him … panic that she will fall flat on her face or something worse … excitement to dance for Him while others eyes survey the plain of her flesh … arousal at how His hands will scan her body after the company is gone for the night. The lipstick stains her lips a brilliant shade of dark crimson and she smacks them together to seal the deal.

Now suddenly aware of how much time she’s taken, she rushes over to her dresser. Atop it sits a rectangular tapestry box. Inside are two gold cuffs copiously adorned with tiny tinkling bells. While each hand slides into the cold bands, her eyes hunt for her other anklet. Reluctantly, she removes her collar as per His prior orders. It is tucked securely away in the back of the box to wait the next time He permits her to don it. The other anklet now found is fastened quickly and with a little shimmy, she sets her body to music.

That’s when she hears the tapping at the door. He enters and sees her not ready. A frown full of disappointment flows over His face. 

“Time is ticking littleone. Want to get moving sometime tonight or do you want Me to light a fire under your ass?” With a chuckle capping the last part, He knits His brow together.

She nods concession and slips into her clothes. Scurrying around, she tries to her best to hurry. Aware that His eyes are boring holes into her flesh with their intense gaze, she moves even faster. She slips into a soft gauzy sundress and trembles knowing how near the time is now. His stare makes her feel more naked than she had ever been before even though she is completely clothed. The dress hangs from her hips in a gauzy film yet hugs her torso to show off her features well.

With a deep inhale, she whispers, “I’m ready Love.”

He too takes a deep breath as she twirls before Him while His arms reach out to her. Breathy pants caress her ear lobe as He dips His mouth to her and growls, “Took you long enough.” Adding a devious snicker, He says, “You look radiant.”

Stopping only long enough to catch a glimpse of herself in the mirror on the back of the door, she smiles at how the white of the fabric contrasts deliciously with the tan her skin has taken on from the many hours of gardening and walking. That cocoa color is accented by the shimmer of the luster ... just enough to notice. Her hair trails down in long chestnut coiling tendrils over the slope of her shoulders and the center of her back. He takes a stand and winds it around His index finger while biting into the curve of her neck. This elicits a gasp followed by a moan from her throat. He again laughs and then releases her.

Without another word, He draws her into the living room where the furniture has since been rearranged to allow room for her to dance. The couch and chairs have been moved to create a semi-circle in which she would be at the center. Fears icy fingers wrap tightly around her lungs and squeeze the air from them. One look at Him standing there waiting for her is enough to calm a charging herd of elephants, and she stills. Her gaze sweeps the room as she sees the other two couples seated comfortably watching for her to begin.

Padding lightly over to the stereo in the corner, she slips in a CD and waits for the first strains to fill the night air. They all anxiously listen for the melody as well to see what she has selected to dance to for them. 

Suddenly, soft drum beats accompanied by a tambourine and a guitar belt out from the speakers. It’s gentle tones mimic an Arabian seduction song. The name of it is Serenity and the male voice begins to croon ~

While he sings, her body begins to sway like a string blowing in the breeze. Rolling her hips from side to side and moving from the balls of her feet back to the heel, she inhales and holds it while chaos runs amok. She is being transformed with each new line of the song … being transformed into a graceful motion and nothing more. Her whole body moves as if possessed by the very rhythmic beat of the drums. 

He backs up to the far chair and without looking, sits down. Entranced by her beauty when she fades into this place, He feels pride swell deep in His core that she is His and His alone … that she is truly dancing for Him and Him alone right at this moment. He can picture Him taking her and her moving like that which brings a stirring from below. Mindlessly, His hand wanders to His stomach and nearly moves lower before He catches Himself and blood stains His cheeks. 

Soft flowing fingers move as though caught on an ocean current as they trickle up her sides. The couples sit wide-eyed with their stares fixed on her every sensuous move. Now she moves from her place, toe to heel she dances around, still swaying and flaunting her communion with the music. The gauzy flimsy fabric that surrounds her legs move as though hooked on invisible strings controlled by a puppeteer, floating up and down like puffs of air. Her face is somber as though her purpose is clear ~ to dance, to please, to move and be filled with grace. That stone façade is only accented by how her mouth betrays her and lets her tongue dart out to wet her parched lips. The beat begins to pulsate through the room as she works into a near frenzy to keep up.

The voice coming from the speakers has already gained control of her limbs and now was vying for her soul. Her hands commence making their way up to cup the fullness of her breasts in the palms, pulling the dress taut against her. The melody governs her reactions as a lone finger from each hand circles the protruding bud that forces itself outward against the white cotton. Her hands snake downward, meeting at her bellybutton where they pause for mere moments before traveling lower. In unison, they push the flowing material between her legs as she grinds out against the strain. 

As she pulls them back up to her stomach, she trails higher to allow her hands to roam up under her hair as they caress the sleek angle of her neck ... long waves of tresses tumble down over her fingers as those digits tangle and release to sprawl haphazardly over her smooth bare shoulders. Settling upon each strap resting on her shoulders, she begins to peel them down over the top of her arms. Spinning in slow paced circles, she looks over one of those naked shoulders to peer longingly into her Masters eyes ... her pale blue pools exuding her untamed desire to unleash her ferocious passion upon His unfettered soul, her heart pleading to bind His to hers through her motions.

She resumes her exotic dance as her hands traipse down over the contours of her neck and down the sloping softness of her bountiful breasts. As her fingers curl around underneath each to cup them, her hips grind with more force, railing against the urges she already feels. She delicately squeezes that flesh in a mix of pleasure and pain in time with the music’s harmonious beats. The expression she wears is evident that she is becoming aroused without trying or warning. Her body temperature rises as sweat begins to glisten openly on her smooth skin.

He looks to His guests and sees that both men have taken to fondling Their charges in various ways. Rick kneading His girl’s breast through the sheer lacey top she has on while she rubs His growing hard on through His jeans. Jim has His hand buried between His girls legs and is furiously pumping at her juicy slit. Soft moans and groans abound from their area of the room as they still watch the girl in the middle of the room entice their senses to a heightened state.

Now He feels the jolt of arousal take over all of Him at once. Before He knows it, He’s on His feet and behind her. Both hands grab at her arms and swing her around to face Him. Her surprise is a delicious addition to what He craves ~ her complete surrender. His fingers dig into the muscles of her upper arms as He growls down into her ear, “Mine!” 

In a flash, she has come back from her trance-like state and is fully aware that this Man is holding her in place with a sure intention in His stare. Fingers hook into the straps of her dress and rip it down the length of her arms. All at once, her entire top half is exposed to how it glistens with efforts dew. Her breasts bounce with sheer horror for moments before He rolls the fabric tighter in His fist and tears it down her legs. Within the context of a half of a minute, He has stripped her bare and left her vulnerable to the gaping eyes of their friends. They watch in wonder, still toying with each other in the most wicked of ways. 

He turns her to face Him and barks one word, “Down!”

Her knees literally buckle beneath her, and she drops to the floor. Without thinking, she splits them wide and shows Him what is indeed His. A vicious smile wipes across His face as His eyes smolder with desire. He would enjoy nothing more right now than to shove His cock deep inside her depth and take her as He pleases, but since He too can now feel the intense heat of the guest’s stares upon Him, His cock twitches frantically. ‘A show they want, eh? A show they shall have,’ He thinks with a smirk.




Dancing for Master



He walks with intent behind her and winds a measure of her hair in His fist. Yanking backwards, she cranes her neck to look up at Him. A single digit reaches out to span the lovely arch her neck has taken.

He bends at the waist and through gritted teeth, He hisses, “I will take you in front of them my little slut. They will watch as I use you for my pleasure tonight.”

All that she can manage is a whimper of concession before He releases her and her head snaps back into place. Her whole body quivers as He continues to circle her like a shark that’s smelled blood in the water. A lone finger traces over her skin as He moves. 

He peers out at His friends and see them watching intently on what will happen next. Their playing has come to a stand still in lieu of watching the couple on display. He spins her so that her back is pressed to His front while His hand snakes around her middle. Her breath is held tight inside as His fingers rake across her soft pliant flesh.

He buries His face in her flowing hair and snarls. She involuntarily jumps against the sound and then is suddenly forced to bend over. The bulge in His pants presses deliciously hard to her ass. He grinds there repeatedly while the pressure builds deep within His balls. Abruptly, He tears open the fly of His shorts and as they fall, His cock tips down against her tiny tight pucker. Again He growls, but this time He growls a single word – “Mine!”

He knows full well what hearing Him say that does to her and taking full advantage of that, He begins to force the throbbing velvet head of His cock against the tensing hole. Soft raspy words replace growls for a time so that she relaxes enough to allow Him easy entrance. From time to time, He glances over at the other people in the room and find them still watching, yet thoroughly engaged in their own activities. Rick is now being sucked expertly, and Jim is finger fucking His girl slowly.

Seeing this sends Him over the edge, and He pushes full on her sweet ass. As though being seduced, His engorged member is sucked deep into her nether region. A low groan resounds from her and echoes throughout the room. Slowly, His body saws His rod in and out of her while His hand pets her back reassuringly. Finally, He bends over Her and reaches around to toy with her protruding nipples. She begins to go wild, fucking back onto Him with a fury rarely seen. Quite aware that their actions are bringing the others to a heightened state, she feels a swell of arousal that is stronger than it had been all day even with His teasing.

He pulls a thick vibe from the table next to Him and proceeds to slip it deep into her dripping cunt. A warning is shot to her. “Don’t cum until I say or until I do my bitch.” With that said, He begins to fuck her relentlessly. Screams rip through the sweltering night air and pierce the senses of those now engaged in their own chaotic pleasures. Feeding on the energy surging through the room, they seemingly float on the edge of orgasmic release. 

Each time His cock plunges into the dark chasm of her rear, His hand shoves the raging vibe harder into her. His voice is primal and His lust has taken on the animalistic rage that comes with His holding back for so long. 

“You are My little slut, My horny fuckslut! Take it bitch, take it all the way in deep! Harder, fuck your Master harder!”

Quite aware that He was damn near ready to cum by the way His body tenses against hers, she fucks back with everything that she holds. His fingers reach down from her back to her tiny hard nub and as He pinches it, they slap their bodies together in the fiercest of ways.

She glances over a final time and notice that they are no longer the only ones fucking. Both couples have taken to their own activities and now barely notice them. Her body begins to convulse as she bears witness to a carnal display of pure passion.

He too feels her dangling from the edge of release and holds back no longer. Letting His seed rip from His balls, He bellows, “Cum NOW!”

She relaxes for a mere second before she feels two things slice through the center of her being ~ His hot sprays of essence filling her dark depth and her own orgasmic waves rolling and fighting outward. Together they ride the blissful rage of their mutual need until they collapse into each other, her panting yielding slowly till she passes out.

Stars twinkle before her eyes as she wakes safe in His embrace. Still naked as the day He was born, He coaxes her back to Him where she belongs. Gasping and afraid, she only stills upon becoming coherent to His voice. Quickly, she surveys the room to find them alone.

“They took a walk down to the pond to see the geese and ducks. You have been out for a good while and I was beginning to get very worried.” The final part is evident as she looks deep into His eyes and reads the concern that lies there. Again, He coos into her ear His love for her and His pride in her performance. “You’ve made me very proud tonight my littleone. Very proud.” She mirrors that pride but instead in being His and in His willingness to take her no matter the circumstance or audience. She indeed is His and His alone, and everyday He proves it a little more.

“I love You my Cherished Master … with all I am and will be. I love You.” She searches for His lips with her own to seal that sentiment with a long lingering kiss.



Dancing for Matt



I’d met Matt several times before, even had the distinct feeling he was flirting with me. 

I couldn’t have been more wrong. He was dead serious.

Dead serious about getting me alone and naked.

I hadn’t paid it much attention at first. He didn’t seem like the kind of man who went for a woman like me. A lush woman. A woman who had the kind of curves that scared most men off. 

Their loss. 

And if it wasn’t for a few too many tequila Jell-O shots, and a dare to teach the gals a bellydance move, it could have been my loss too. But there I was, up on the coffee table, precariously balanced on the balls of my chubby bare feet, showing them how to roll their hips. 

I had no idea he was making plans for those hips. I was occupied with winding my arms over my head like a pair of well-fed snakes…concentrating on keeping my balance even with a head full of tequila…upper body moving opposite to hips…all the keys to giving great bellydance…and silly girl that I was I had no idea of the effect it was having on that quiet man at the back of the room.

I’m always a hit at parties. If they can talk me into downing a few tequilas, that is. And they had that night. Enough tequila to bellydance, enough tequila to wander out on the balcony for a breath of fresh summer air.

Enough to lean back into that body pressing up against me without wondering who it was.

The hands on my hips were big, and not particularly gentle.

“Show me how it goes,” the deep voice whispered in my ear, as his hips moved against mine.

Matt’s voice. 

I could feel my defenses go up. Even with a few drinks in me I can hardly be considered easy. I’m a tough sell at any time. 

“And just why should I do that?” I answered, not moving away. I was not going to give him the satisfaction of thinking he was tempting me. Even though he was. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck and that alone was enough to harden my nipples.

“Because I liked it…” he said.

I turned so I could see his face. He didn’t let go of me.

His face was dead serious. His hands were traveling, testing the curves, brushing under my breasts. My summer dress was thin, he might as well of been caressing my bare skin. His thumbs were brave, brushing over my nipples. 

Well, they’d asked for it, I thought, showing off like they were doing right now for Matt.

“Tell me now if you’re not interested,” he said. “Because I’m hoping to get a private show.”

I stole a quick glance down. Yes, he was definitely sincere. Jeans don’t lie.

Don’t ask me whose idea it was but before I knew it we were in the gazebo, and I was dancing by the light of a tiki torch.

Naked.

Blame the tequila. Blame the fact that he got naked first and dared me. Blame the fact that he had whispered in my ear how much he was dying to kiss my big thighs, my round belly…what a sweet talker…

The tequila was wearing off just as I was gyrating up on the bench and Matt was moving in for a closer look.

I felt his breath on my thighs…then his hands on my round butt.

It’s a little hard to bellydance with a wet hot tongue in your navel and clever fingers creeping up the backs of your thighs and slipping between the crack of your ass.

I gave up trying and let him lift me to the floor. 

He had a great mouth. Knew how to kiss. He tasted like the rum he’d been drinking, heady and dark. He nibbled my bottom lip…seem to know just how to make me hungry for more.

And he knew exactly when to move on to more interesting territory.

The bench was hard on my back but with his tongue buried in my pussy I hardly noticed.

He was enthusiastic. Thorough. There was nowhere that tongue wasn’t dying to get to. Thick and flat against my hard clit one moment, then stiff and determined, deep in my wet pussy the next. His thumbs were making every effort to stretch me wider than I’ve ever been.

I began begging him just to finish it.

He clamped his lips over the hard bud of my clit and began flicking his tongue so fast I forgot my own name and start calling out his.

Then his large rough fingers, sliding inside me. One finger, followed by a second, and as I started to thrust my hips up for more, a third eager finger spreading my hungry pussy wide. He was slow, relentless, pressing for that wonderful magical place that drives me crazy. The first orgasm began sliding down as another began heating up. Taking over my body, pushing me out of control.

I went off again, pulsing around his fingers, my hips pushing my pussy into his face, calling out his name loud enough to frighten the moon out of the sky.

His mouth and fingers knew their duty, he stayed put as the waves shuddered over me and began to fade.

After a moment I tugged on his hair, getting his attention. He’d earned a big kiss and after taking the time to enjoy the taste of myself that still lingered on his mouth I wondered out loud if it was too much to hope a condom could magically appear.

He let go of me long enough to locate his abandoned jeans and produce a condom. Bless him.

I held out my arms, dropped my thighs open as wide as they would go and thanked the heavens. The summer breeze felt cold on the wet skin between my thighs, the sensation made me squirm, my clit hardening again, already.

“No way,” he said, slipping the condom over that lovely hard cock I was beginning to covet in a big way.

No way?

“You’ve suffered that hard bench long enough…my turn.” Gentleman that he was he stretched out on the floor of the gazebo and offered me a comfortable seat.

I was in no mood to decline this act of chivalry. I love being on top, rocking back in my own rhythm, taking it as deep as it can go…

Straddling his hips I let my large breasts dangle over his face. His mouth was quick to take advantage and capturing a pale pink nipple between his lips he gave a gentle tug.

“Do it hard…” I told him…

Teeth…glorious teeth. The man knew his way straight to my heart…and other places too.

I ran my hand over his belly, then reached back for a set of velvet balls to juggle and left him to treat my nipples any way he pleased.

And he pleased.

So much so that I knew I had to get him inside me…now.

It wasn’t hard to accomplish. His cock was like steel, and I was so wet all I had to do was nudge it in the right direction.

It slid in, stretched me wide, promising me paradise.

I bucked back, letting it hit me deep. I bit back a groan.

I could hear him mumble something around my nipple but I was busy putting all my bellydance training into action.

It was going to be a short ride…

He had both my breasts in his hands, switching back and forth from one nipple to the other, biting and sucking and causing the sensation to go straight to my pussy.

I rode him until we were both incoherent and then let the orgasm take over. I could feel my pussy contracting around him, milking him, pushing him over the edge.

He gripped my hips, held me ground down onto his pelvis as he groaned, shooting his load. 

We were both grinning like teenagers as we caught our breath, but it was too uncomfortable to stay like that for long so reluctantly I lifted off him, feeling him slide out of me.

We giggled as we dressed, trying to figure out how to get rid of the condom.

I thought it would be environmentally responsible to toss it in the compost heap. It seemed the logical choice to him, too.

We snuck back to the party, failing to fool our friends for a minute. Something told me I had better get used to the teasing. 

If Matt had his way it wouldn’t be the last time.



Dancing for Money



Tommy!

Oh God, no.

Just over the threshold I freeze, squeezing my eyes shut for a split second and a wave of dizziness hits. When I open them again, I see Tommy in the chair. 

Blindfolded. THANK GOD!

What do I DO?! 

Everything inside me answers; GET OUT, RUN!

The guys in the room are watching me, already undressing me with their eyes. Not difficult to do since I stand here in my raincoat, heels and underwear. Adrenaline is pumping fast through my body and gives me the shakes. I'm freaking out as shivers run up my spine. 

"Hhh!" a shaky huff of air is forced out through my mouth; a breath I had no memory of holding.

Can I do this? 

Breathing in deeply I work to take control of my nerves but spots dance in my vision as I grow lightheaded.

It seems I stood inside the door a bit too long because Jake, Tommy's long-time friend, steps forward. My stomach drops, I'm sure he's going to yell - WHAT THE FUCK! But, with my hood up and the upper portion of my face painted in an intricate silvery mask, his eyes are (naturally) drawn to my breasts, framed by my open coat. 

"So, sweetheart, are we going to do this or what?" Jakes words are a bit slurred and his eyes glassy and his question seems to reflect the impatience in the room. He really hasn't lifted his eyes above my neck... Huh! 

We need the money, DAMN IT! There is no choice. Oh god! We NEED the money now!

I swallow hard. My nipples tighten, pebbling up with all the attention. A melting heat spreads low in my body. What the hell is wrong with me?! I've always been attracted to Tommy, it's true. But this is messed up.

No choice.

As I launch myself forward my eyes adjusting to darkened room, my response to Jake's question comes out low and husky, "Keep your pants on Romeo, I'll set up and we'll get the party started." God! What if they recognize my voice! Nervously I check for any signs but the mood remains boisterous. The scrap of lace between my thighs is going damp.

I strut over to the far wall where the stereo system is set up and nearly drop my player as I try to dock it and pull up the playlist.

Allowing my coat to slide off my arms, I turn toward the room. The guys are pulling chairs over on each side of Tommy's recliner. 

Remnants of an earlier poker game sit in the other corner of the room just in front of the bar that's lined with empty bottles. My reflection in the mirrors behind the bar seems alien - the neon lights cast a glow on my skin and turn my lacy silver bra and panties an icy shade of blue. 

The music starts slow and sexy and I walk over to Tommy. 

Jesus, God!

He seems so big as I kneel down before him. Swallowing hard, I sit back on the metal heals of my stilettos. 

I reach out my trembling hands and the pads of my fingers touch his calves; I run them up the soft worn material of his jeans. My eyes dart up to his face, I can't help but check to make sure he's unable to see beneath the blindfold.

Pushing up, I gasp when my nipples accidently graze his knees and I slide my hands to the inside of his thighs. 

Tommy's mouth kicks up on the side in a small smirk - I grind my teeth and flex my fingers over his heavy, muscular legs.

I'll give you something to smirk about...

Smoothing my hands up onto his growing shaft, I rake my nails against the head of his cock. 

God! It's wide. 

My hands shake and Tommy groans with a soft chuckle.

If he only knew who was touching him.

I pop the button on his jeans and pull the zipper down slowly, just a bit, freeing his cock. It juts up inside his boxer briefs. "Yes!" He hisses as leans back and splays his legs open a bit further.

My fingers run up his hard stomach, I lean in and nip at the head of his shaft. Tommy jumps, groans; and his friends' laughter roars in my ears. 

As his cock continues to grow in length an impulse to pull his underwear down, to see it bare, seizes me. A nauseous-guilt follows, hits me square in the chest coiling like a spring and locking my muscles. 

A gush of moisture floods my center. 

How can I be so nervous yet feel so fucking hot at the same time?!

The guys are groaning, laughing and making comments about my sweet, tight little ass and my smooth skin - and what they would like to do to it.

Running my hands up Tommy's chest is pure pleasure, something I've only day-dreamed about (too many times). His pecks are hard and I pay attention to his flat male nipples. They bead up and I pinch them briefly, which earns me another ruff groan from Tommy. 

I remove my hands from his chest and lever myself up to a standing position. For the benefit of the guys in the room, I sway sexily to the music and spread my stance a bit to give them a good look.

God, this feels naughty!

Stepping up, I place my feet on either side of Tommy in the seat of the chair, his warm hands wrap around my ankles anchoring me. As I grind my hips in a circular motion my core heats up, sensations zing straight to my clit. 

Tommy's nose flares, he takes in my hot scent.

God! The tension is getting hard to manage. This feeling takes hold, foreign and so overwhelming. A gnawing, growing need. I want... something, someone to slam up into me. Oh my god. One hard thrust to set me off - relieve the pressure, some of the ache. 

Tommy's head is angled up, as though he's looking at me. It's unnerving.

His strong jaw flexes. I run my fingers lightly down the sides of his face, taking care not to move the blindfold. He's incredibly good looking. My thumb traces his heavy lower lip.

The guys in the room are shouting what they want me to do to him. 

"Rub that wet pussy in his face!" 

"Put that sweet clit in his mouth honey!"

I lift my foot onto the low back of the chair next to Tommy's head, it positions my pussy level with his mouth. Tingles run up my thighs. I'm so fucking turned on. 

His breath brushes by my skin and against my cleft. Suddenly he shifts forward and opens his mouth. I jump as Tommy's lips and teeth nibble at my pussy through the satiny material of my panties. His warm hands glide up my legs to wrap around my thighs, pulling me down against his face.

Jesus, God! 

I'm gasping for air and grinding against my best friend's brother's face. 

He's found my clit, mouthing it with his teeth through his lips. 

Oh! Oh god, YES! 

My eyes flutter shut, my hands raise up to my head and I arch into his mouth.

The volume of voices in the room nearly eclipses the music, my thoughts turn to mush. Tommy's fingers flex on my thighs and move to my ass.

Jake yells, "Fuck Yeah! Eat that pussy!"

It shakes me out of my trance. At that moment, Tommy's tongue slips up the side of my thong, underneath to my wet slit.

HOLY CHRIST!

He uses his teeth to move the scrap of fabric exposing my shaven lips. He pushes his face into my pussy licking and sucking. A long low moan is forced up my throat.

Oh my GOD, I'm DYING to come.

Watching Tommy down the length of my body, stroking his tongue into my pussy sends lightning sensations through my crease. His hands lift up moving toward the blindfold and my stomach jumps up my throat. NO!

"Not yet handsome" a strangled whisper from my mouth.

Jesus! I'm an idiot! What am I going to do when he takes off the blindfold?! 

My inner voice is shouting now... RUN! RUN you MORON!

I bring my foot down off the back of the chair, intending to do just that, but Tommy pulls down on my hips and I land on my knees with my bare pussy on his very hard impressive erection. 

Tommy leans down to take my mouth with his and I taste myself on his tongue. 

He's kissing me! "Mmmmm." a low, slow sound emanates from my chest. With his hands on my hips he takes control, steals my breath. I'm so worked up, so scared, the room begins to turn gray.

Tommy lifts me up and grinds me against his shaft. He throws his head back and I'm able to suck in the air I need. 

I put my hands behind me to pull his off my hips but he mistakes my intentions and moves his to the closure of my lacy bra. My fingers grip his shoulders to push off his lap but he pulls the flimsy covering away and I'm exposed to the room.

"Give me your nipple" his voice is hoarse. He grinds me down on his dick again, my hips buck involuntarily.

His big hands wrap around my back and arch me up for his mouth. When his lips touch my nipple they part and suck me inside. FUCK!

The feel of his cotton covered cock rubbing my exposed pussy nearly sets me off. We press, grind, drag and buck over and over. Soon his length works past the band of his shorts, each time we rub against each other it pulls them down further. 

Whoa! The pull of his mouth on my nipple creates a hollow ache.

NO! 

I can feel the bare head of his cock on my clit. WHAT am I DOING!

A white hot flush runs up my neck, my limbs feel like jell-o and he drags me back down his length again.

My brain is consumed with the mind blowing way it feels to slide up and down the front of his cock. Somewhere in my head I'm aware Tommy is reaching down between us, but my eyes are closed my head is thrown back and my teeth are clenched as I ride him in front of our audience. 

"God damn it! Help me out here guys!". It was all the warning I had. 

I am lifted up briefly and slammed back down onto his shaft. 

He rams up inside me, stuffing me full. He is so far up inside me he touches something that sets off an electric shock inside my core.

HOLY MOTHER - FUCK YES!!

I sob, "Don't stop. PLEASE don't stop!" I beg. 

Tommy uses his teeth on my nipple and hammers into me, grinding my clit on his shaft and I fly apart. 

I'm obliterated. 

My lungs seize as sparks zing through my body in waves - it's impossible to breath.

I black out.