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Dancing

By: shayexhibits



Friday nights are my time to go dancing, this Friday wasn't any different, but my hub got called away last minute on a business trip.  Not wanting me to stay home just because of him, he called a friend of his, Andrew and his wife and talked them into taking me out.

Great, I thought, a third wheel, just what I wanted to be.  I don't even know them really.  I know that Andrew works with my hub and that his wife is kind of like me, stays home and watches the grass grow.  She also volunteers alot, different orginizations and charities.  I have only met them once before at a Christmas party a couple of years ago.  

Any way, not wanting to stay home I agreed and they came right over and picked me up.  It looked as if they had been to the gym on a regular basis since I met them last.  Andrew was wearing some nice slacks and a colored tee that he had tucked in, his muscles were evidant and she was wearing this great white dress with the semi large holes down one side, back and is was obvious she wasn't wearing bra or panties from the cut of the dress.  She looked great, way better than when I had seen them last.  She looked very nervous and when she asked to use our mirror in our bathroom I walked with her to show her the way.  In the bathroom she told me this was the first time she had ever wore anything so daring.  I assured her that she looked great and offerd to help with her make up, so it would at least match the hot dress she had on.  Mary, that's her name, gladly accepted and we chatted while I fixed her up.  I could help myself from looking at her pert nipples.  She noticed and turn a little red because of it.  I just smiled and said I love to see hard nipples on a lady, further explaing that I was bi.  She seemed a little intimidated by this and I just laughed it off and soon she was laughing as well.  

I was wearing a short skirt that flaired up when you turned or if the wind blew just right, I love these kind of skirts and own several styles and colors.  I also had on a sheer white top with a vest over it.  I caught her looking when she thought I wasn't paying attention, but she was trying to see if you could see my nipples or not.  I hopped of the counter and stood next to her.  Examining my vest and straightening my skirt, I moved the vest one way then the other and finally unbuttoned the one button it had.  That did it, with just a little movement you could easily see my breasts.  She was a little shocked by how I was going out and I asked her if she would rather I button up around Andrew.  At first she didn't say anything but then said not to worry about it, they were strong and she kind of got a thrill him checking out other girls and knowing she was the one that shared his bed.  I giggled, cause I knew what she meant.   She asked if I go out this way often, and I again had to laugh, of course, every time I leave the house!  She laughed nervously and then quietly told me she wasn't wearing any panties, and it was the first time ever.  I lfted my skirt high enough to show her my freshly shaved pussy, and told her I never wear them.  This time her eyes were wide open and so was her mouth.  You shaved it bald? she asked me with the most astounded tones I have ever heard.  I just laughed and took her by the arm and assured her that if she stuck with me, she would be just fine.

I was laughing and she was trying to loosen up as we came back into the living room.  Andy(Andrew) was sitting quietly all alone.  I asked him where my hub was and he said he got a call and had to bolt for the door.  I just shook my head and explained that the driver that comes and gets him never tells him when he will be here until he is here. I cursed to myself for not getting to say good bye, but am getting used to the deal that his job demands of him.

Andy, gave us a once over and seemed to linger on me a little too much but hey, who am I to argue?  We still had some time before heading out so I poured us a small drink a piece and toasted to new friendships and adventures, giving Mary a little wink when I did.  Andy didn't notice but she blushed a little in response.  We sat and chatted a little to figure out just what the night had in store for us.  I couldn't help but gaze at Mary's breasts, her nipples were still very hard and I just wanted to reach over and pinch one!  While I was checking her out, Andy was admiring my legs, the way I was sitting, the skirt was very high on my thigh.  I would shift a little letting more leg show from time to time, keeping one eye on Mary and one on Andy.  She saw what I was doing and was in turn watching Andy.  By the look in her eye's she was getting aroused by him watching me.  I was tempted to shift a lot to give something to really look at, but thought that the night was young and there was plenty of time.  

The sun was just going down and the light coming through the back windows was glorious. I rose to go watch the remaining sun leave the sky and they followed.  Mary sighed deeply at the sight of the sun's rays hitting the water of our pool.  She commented on how a swim would be so wonderful right now.  I told her to go jump in, the water is kept at a regular temp all year round and it is wonderful this time of day.  She of course, declined and said some other time, due to going out and everything.  I noticed the glimmer in Andy's eye at the thought of her in the pool, or maybe it was me in the pool or both he wanted to see....I suggested we all go out and at least dangle our feet in the water.  Andy declined but I dragged Mary out before she could say no.  I asked Andy to pour us all another drink and join us outside.  I pulled Mary by the hand to the edge of the water and sat down with her as our feet sank into the water.  She sighed gracefully as she settled back on her hands letting the water soothe her feet.  I swayed my feet from side to side loving the feel of the cool water.  Andy sat our glasses beside us and sat down in a chair a few feet behind us.  I leaned over to whisper into Mary's ear that her husband is quite the voyuer, always sitting in the background waiting for something to happen.  She chuckled and returned the whisper telling me that I was right on and that his biggest fantasy was to see her with another woman.  I asked her if she had ever had a woman before and she told me no, lowering her head as she said it.  I looked over my shoulder slyly at him watching us and he made perfect eye contact with me.  I held it for a moment and then leaned even closer, almost within tongue reach of her ear and asked her if she wanted to full fill it for him right now.  She turned to face me, not saying anything at first, then just barely below a whisper, said yes, but she didn't know if she could.  

I checked her eyes and saw she was very nervous, but deep in them she wanted to.  Again, I leaned in all the way this time and whispered right in her ear as softly as I could, that I could do it for her, all she had to say was, yes.  As I stopped talking, I flicked her earlobe ever so lightly with my tongue.  Leaning back I caught Andy perking up as he saw this.  She stared at the water quietly for what seemed like hours.  From the corner of her eye, she looked at me and just mouthed the word yes.  Not a sound came from her and for that moment, with that slightest of gestures, I wanted her so bad I nearly jumped her right then.  I stared at the water with her and leaned shoulder to shoulder with her, whispering again to her, that I would take care of her.  With that, I laid my hand on the small of her back, feeling her warmth and her body jerk slightly, and with a quick shove, pushed her into the water!

She fell in and went all the way under as soon as she hit the water.  Andy sat up quickly and I raised my hand to him telling him to stay where he was.  He did so as she broke the surface of the water.  I was laughing and then he followed and finally she started with us.  No one talked, we were all just laughing, she made eye contact with me and when she did, I mouth to her to pull me in.  At first she didn't understand so I repeated it, trying not to alert Andy as to what I was trying to get her to do.  She finally caught on and still laughing she asked for a hand out and knowing it was coming, reached out for her, as quick as that, she pulled me in with her.  I sank to the bottom, feeling my skirt raise up with the motion of me.  I should have turned on the lights, but didn't, so raising up I came up right next to her, running my hands along her body as I did.  Breaking the surface I pushed her back down under the water.  Now Andy was nearly in tears, with laughter and when she came up for air I reached for her again and we fought like children to push one another under for a while.  She was getting bolder with every move, reaching for my shirt and pulling on the fabric.  I let her grab a piece of the vest I had on and pulling away in a turn let it come off of me.  As I was turning I notice Andy was no longer laughing and was sitting up right in full attention.  It was getting dark now, but I am certain you could see my nipples clearly though the sheer material I had on.  Mary's dress, was nearly invisible!  It was bunched at the waist trying to come off but sticking to her like glue.  My skirt was every where, up, down, and everything in between.  

I came around behind her and pulled her arms behind her trying to subdue her while I thought of what to do next.  I didn't want to hurt her so I ler go her hands and just wrapped my arms around her from behind.  I let one hand rest on her brests while the othe clasped onto her tightly.  In the darkness, I'm sure Andy was having a harder time seeing us, I could just barely make his figure out, but none of his features.  I took this moment to have a moment for myself and turned Mary around to face me and kissed her deeply, at first she was taken back, but then gave in to it.  This lasted for a long silent moment and I could hear Andy moving around to try and see why it got quiet.   This gave me time to think of what I was going to do next.

I let her go and quickly hopped out of the pool on the opposite side that Andy was on.  I yelled out as I turned to run into the darkness of our yard.   With a playful  tone I yelled for them to catch me if they could.  I was maybe ten yards out when I heard Mary climb from the pool.  Andy was already on the move.  He was several yards to my right and almost right even with me.  I was headed for the one spot there would be enough light for Andy to watch us.  Mary was now on the move, I could hear her laughter, and that put her a little to my left, but way back.  My damn clothes were sticking to me and making it hard to be quiet.  I stopped and peeled them off, just dropping them on the ground.  The night air was warm and I felt alive being naked with them so close to me.  I had to find Mary and get her naked too, before Andy stumbled on to me.  I could still hear him, slowing now but still far away, now he was way in front of me.  I listened hard for Mary and heard her getting close, I couldn't see her at all in the darkness.  I could barely see myself for that matter.  I waited until I could hear her close, then stepped lightly in her direction.  I was only a couple of feet from her before I saw her form move.  I whispered to her as quietly as possible to get her attention.  When I did, I touched her arm to make sure we didn't get seperated.  I took her by the head again and kissed her once more, this time she didn't hesitate and laid into me.  She ran her hand down my back, realizing that I was naked.  She pulled from me and started to say something, but I had my fingers on her mouth.  Andy was just behind us, I could hear him breathing a little heavily.  I moved around behind Mary, still holding my hand over her mouth, until she saw him too.   He couldn't have been 3 feet from us and didn't know it.  With that, I took my hand from her mouth and pulled at the hem of her dress, at first she held it down and then released it, both of us watching Andy stop.  We froze, I had her dress up over her waist and I so wanted to have my hands on her pussy, but didn't want to give us away yet.  He bent down and picked up what had to be my wet clothes.  Mary turned her head to mine and I didn't need any light to know what why she was looking at me.  

He hurried on with new vigor now, trying to be quiet, but it was useless, he was stumbling around and making too much noise to be lost for long.  I continued with pulling her dress from her and now she was helping me.  I let her remove it while I ran my hands over her body.  Her skin was covered in little goose pimples, from the night air and the cold wetness of her dress.  Once naked, she turned to me and kissed me again, our naked bodies pressed together tightly, she and I both, had our hands all over each other, I being an ass girl, focused my attention there and she had her hands playing in my bare pussy.  I think she was still freaked by it being bald.  I heard Andy coming again and pulled away from her holding on to her hand, so I wouldn't lose her again.  I still had a hold of her dress and just wanted the right moment to give it to Andy.  I hurried her along, getting close to where I wanted to be, stopped and knew Andy wasn't too far behind.  Waiting, she had her free hand on my ass, rubbing one finger in between my ass cheeks.  I was almost lost when Andy nearly ran into us.  I stepped back pulling her with me just before he did.  As he flew by, I tossed he dress right into him.  He hit the skids and turned to look for us but we had both ducked down out of site.  He was so close now, that you could really hear him breathing hard and could see him looking down at my clothes in one hand and hers in the other.

Not seeing us, his only option was to keep looking, he turned in the direction he must of thought the dress came from, but of course, he was wrong, he was now leading himself away from us.  I took her hand and lead her to the fountain in the back corner of our property.  It wasn't on yet, but new that it came on with a timer.  I bent down and checked the time, 20 minutes until the next light show.  We had all our fountains and shrubbery on timers, they all came on at once, but at random times, both night and day.  This fountain, had a array of colors that turned the water from blue to pink and everything in between.  It would be perfect.  Just then, I heard voices from across our fence.  Mary was startled and started to stand and run, but I held onto her hand tight, bringing her back down.  I listened hard and tried to make out who was out there.  It was John, and some friend of his, my next door neighbor.  He was a young guy and always took his dog for a walk along the back of our property, I guess tonight it was he and his friend out for some night air, wouldn't they be surprised.  Mary whispered frantically in my ear that we just had to go before they saw us.  I told her who it was and that I knew him to be harmless.   She stayed, trusting me, I bent over to kiss her and we both lost our balance, falling to the ground, me on top of her.  It was no use, we had made too much noise.  We froze for a moment and there was silence, both from Andy and from our peepers.  Only a moment went by when we heard them both closing in on us.  Just then I heard the little humming sound of the timer starting up and knew it was only 3 minutes before the lights came on.

Before she had time to freak out on me, I leaned into Mary and kissed her.  I had my hands all over her, but it wasn't until my hand brushed over her pussy, that she returned the gestures.  Then time was gone, I was lost in her, I pulled from her lips and took a nipple in my mouth, pulling it with my teeth and flicking the tip with my tongue as I did so.  She sunk her nails into my ass and I let go and threw my head back letting out a light moan as I did.  I heard John and his friend stop just the other side of our fence and could also hear Andy only a few feet away.   I forgot about them and trailed down her belly and ran my nose through her patch of hair, breathing in her scent.  It had been so long since I had a woman and I was going to enjoy this.  I couldn't waste any time, I wanted every one to see her with her legs high in the air and my face buried into her pussy when the lights came on.  She still didn't know they were coming on either.  I lifted her legs up and sank my tongue into her hole just as they came on.  She seemed oblivious to them.  I heard Andy and the others scurry back a little, but just a little.  I stole a peek in Andy's direction and saw him watching us.  He was rubbing his cock through his pants and I knew he would be pulling it out soon.  If I could only get him to mount my ass while I was eating his wife out, that would be great.  

I reached for her nipples with my hands and just couldn't reach them, she did what I wanted to do and pulled and tweeked them, and I couldn't believe how far she was stretching them out before bringing them back down.  It turned me on to see her doing this and I took her clit in my mouth and sucked it with all my might.  She arched her back and I felt the familar jerks coming.  I went to her hole again and she started to come.  Great squirts came gushing from her into my mouth, I love that!  I took all she was giving me and I wanted more, she was crying out with every wave, I'm sure everyone in the radious of a mile could hear her and she still kept on.  I stuck a finger into her ass as a wave lessened and she sat up right and then fell back screaming for me to eat her pussy and fuck that ass!  I did just that, I tongued her and poked her ass until I couldn't breathe any more. I let up and she hopped up, throwing me on my back and straddling my face with her pussy, again I love that!  It was all I could do to keep from biting actual chunks from her flesh, thats how hungry for I was.  She was thrusting her pussy into my face faster than I could keep up and when the second orgasm hit her I thought I would drown from all the come.  

I looked up at her pulling her niple into her mouth and sucking it.  Andy could take no more I guess, I saw him step up to her, naked as we were and she took his cock into her mouth and sucked him hard, I could see him shoving all the way in and he wasn't a short guy at all, maybe 7, but most likely 8 inches.  I couldn't do anything else, but suck her clit and try to keep a breath in me, so I started fingering my own clit as well, while watching his balls swing freely just above my head while she worked his cock in and out of her mouth like a porn star. 

I was getting close when she pulled away from my mouth and pulled me by the hand into doggy position.  She then laid on the ground and began sucking on my nipples while Andy played with my pussy with the head of his cock.  I waited until he was just over my hole and pushed back into him hard, sending his cock all the way into me.  I yelled out with delight and he grabbed my hips and started banging away, fast and hard.  The slapping of our skin was like clapping in an arena.  I was doing good until he shoved his thumb into my ass.  That sent me over, I started thrusting back in to him with every move he made.  Mary was now rubbing my clit while she was tearing at my nipples with her teeth, the pain was heavenly.  I let out a cry every time he hit home and the ony thing left was to have a cock in my mouth.  I didn't get that, but John and his friend did come out to play.  

I was startled at first to see a cock staring me in the face when I opened my eyes in between thrusts, but looked up to see John holding it out for me.  He came closer as I tried to reach for it.  I had wanted him for so long and now here he was and all his young man hood.  I took him in my mouth and  I caught a glimpse of his friend going down on Mary.  She jerked at first, biting a little to hard causing me to do the same, and in response he grabbed my hair and pulled me into him, shoving his cock deeper down my throat.  Mary must have been way past gone to care, because she just went nuts.  Digging her nails into me and sucking harder.  I felt Andy's cock head start to expand he started to pull out, I reached behind me and tried and hold him in, shoving my ass into him at the same time.  He got the hint and Drove in to me with long even hard strokes, finally I felt his come hitting my pussy walls and it caused me to start coming and when I did I sucked with all my might on John's cock, I wanted to have come fillng me from both ends.  He clamped pulled my head into him again, squeezing my hair into his clinched fists.  He came almost instantly.  Mary was also having another orgasm and although she had released my nipples so she could scream out, her nails still dug into me.  I actually felt little trickles of blood running down the side of my ass, but I didn't care.


Dancing



Andy pulled out of me and fell back trying to catch his breath and when he did I pulled John's cock from my mouth and straddled Mary's face with my pussy that was dripping her husbands come.  She started licking me clean and I was still so sensative that I started to come again, I leaned into John and he took my face in his hands and kissed me deeply, for a long time.  I felt Mary being pulled from beneath me and caught Johns friend spreading her legs and shoving into her.  She wrapped her legs around him and he pounded her good.  John laid me on my back and did the same, spreading me as wide as I could go and running his fingers into my pussy, opening up my hole so he could see.  He stick a finger into me and I arched my back and moan softly for him.  He pulled it out and circled my ass hole with it.  I opened my eyes to see him looking at me, I nodded and turned over, shoving my ass as far up into the air as I could.  He played with my pussy with the head of his cock trying to lube it up and then placed it over my ass hole.  He gently applied pressure and I felt the walls start to give as his head entered my ass.  I looked up to see Andy, stroking his cock while watching his wife getting fucked.  I motioned for him to come to me and he did, sitting his ass on the ground and holding himself upright for me, since it was all I could do to hold this positon.  I was just about to take him in my mouth when I felt John's cock head pop into my ass.  It hurt and I mean bad, I hadn't been ass fucked in over a year and it was like the first time.  I screamed out and John held it place for a moment, waiting for me to make a move.  After a moment, my ass let go of the pain and I eased back into him, he wasted no time in taking over then.  He started fucking my ass but good.  Holding my hips in rythm with his thrusts.  I opened my eyes again to have Andy's cock mere inches away with him pumping it like it was the last time.  He was watching me and watching his wife and I took it from him and started sucking him, as deep as I could.  It was not long before I was coming again, but I held on until Andy shot his load into my mouth.  With that he pulled away and sat back watching us getting fucked by these two young guys.  I was mere puddy by then, He was holding my ass in the air and I could do nothing but let him fuck me.  

He came only moments later and pulled from me.  He laid me back down and I watched as he joined his friend on Mary.  He laid down and his friend helped Mary to stradle him, pushing her onto John's cock.  He then leaned her over until she was laying on John's chest, then he came in from behind her and shoved his cock into her ass, while John was in her pussy.  She came up and started screaming, but just held on.  The two guys just waited and then she started to move slowly.  She rocked herself back and forth, because they sure couldn't move.  After a moment she was really riding them, flicking her head back and forth with the rythm of her own movements, she started coming moments later and John's friend was actually holding her up while she did.   When she was done, he laid her out on the ground, letting John get up and put his clothes back on.  He didn't though, he spread her legs once again and she litterly just looked like pudding, he shoved into her as fast as he could go, until I heard him grunting and then pulled out and came on her chest and face.

He then let her be and got dressed, they were talking about it all as they walked back in to the darkness.  Andy, still naked, came to his wife, picked her up and carried her to the house.  We were so far back that it seemed like ages before he was waking me up, while he carried me into the house as well.  I could feel his hard cock rubbing on my back and even with everything we just did, I wanted him to fuck me again.  He took me to my bedroom where Mary was already laying, well half laying.  He placed me down gently and then laid beside me.  I was in the middle of them, they were both running their hands over my body, carressing me, soothing me.  I last remember them each taking a nipple in their mouths at the same time, before falling asleep, or passing out, which ever it was.  When I woke they were gone and on my stomach Mary had written with her lipstick, a thanks you for a very memorable evening.    I thought to myself as I laid back again, about not even getting to go dancing.



Dancing



Working in the coffee shop was the pits. Minimum pay and hardly any tips with Gus, the owner, grabbing my ass all the time. I needed to find another job.

My new husband Rick was a worthless bastard. His idea of a job was delivering pizzas, which hardly covered the cost of keeping his old Chevy on the road. Fortunately we were living rent-free with Rick's dad who was happy just having a bit of fluff around the house.

Joe and I spent many evenings watching TV while Rick was out delivering. I would sit on the couch in a tee shirt and my panties and share a bottle of Joe's home made vin while watching "Survivor" or maybe a "R" movie.

I know I am not the most beautiful woman in the world but it sure pleased Joe to have such a skimpily dressed female to share his evenings with. Joe never got any sex from me but sometimes he would "tickle" me and get a good feel of my bare boobs.

I had seen the ads before for "Exotic Dancers" promising earnings of a thousand dollars a week or more. I figured it was just a scam, a thousand a week just for dancing and taking your clothes off? Likely they wanted you to sell your ass.

I did like dancing and I knew I had a body that turned guys on. What harm would it do to apply?

"Starlight Entertainment" was on the second floor of a walk up building in the old textile district. My appointment was for 2 pm and I was half an hour early.

I had spent the morning deciding what I should wear and finally settled on a youthful looking short sundress. I wore white ankle socks and black patent straps going for the "Dorothy" from the Wizard of Oz look. Underneath I wore a frilly pushup bra and a thin thong.

"Are you sure you're eighteen?" Butch asked.

Butch was interviewing me in the sparsely furnished Starlight Entertainment office. 

"I am nineteen." I assured him.

"O.K. Let's see what you can do." He said turning on the CD player.

Bump and grind music began blaring from the speakers. I started gyrating in front of his desk.

As I moved suggestively I hiked the hem of my skirt up so he got a good look at my almost bare hips.

In a few minutes the music ended. 

"O.K. Take your gear off and let's have a look at you." Butch said.

I knew if I hoped to get the job I would be expected to show off my wares. Indifferently I slipped off my dress.

Butch watched interested as I took off my bra revealing my 36C breasts with their large pink nipples. Finally I stepped out of my thong.

"You will have to trim that." Butch said nodding towards my natural bush. 

"Can you suck cock?" he asked.

"Is it part of the job?" I asked.

"It's part of getting the job." Butch smiled.

So if I wanted a chance to make money stripping I would have to blow him. No big deal.

"Get it out." I give in.

Butch produced about eight inches of thick cock for me to suck on. I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth.

"C'mon, I'm not your boyfriend." He said grabbing the back of my head and ramming his cock down my throat.

"Open your mouth I am going to cum." He warned. 

He wanted to see his jism spurting onto my tongue. Submissively I opened wide in time for him to see me get a mouthful of his cum.

I went home with my first booking. Pandora's was strip joint down in the north end of town frequented by truck driver types smoking Export "A"s and wearing cowboy hats. 

I went though my lingerie drawer putting together an outfit for my début. Much to my father's delight I modeled several skimpy and sheer items for his opinion.

I had one more thing to look after, my bush.

"How would you like to trim my pussy for me?" I asked Joe.

You would think I asked him to fuck me.

As he watched drooling I peeled off the skimpy pair of bikinis I was wearing.

"Just a little off the top." I laughed.

Joe took the scissors in one hand and clasped a lock of my pubic hairs in his other. Carefully he snipped until my cunt hair was trimmed into a neat "vee".

"O.K., go ahead." I told him.

I was already wet when Joe's finger slid into me. All of his fussing around my pussy had started my juices flowing.

"Just this one time!" I said as I lay back on the couch.

I guess you could say it was a sympathy fuck. I did not come but by father doused my ovaries with the family seed.

I followed a blonde well past her "best before date" on the stage at Pandora's. The place was about half full of horny howling guys. Nudity was allowed, the only rule being one item of clothing had to be worn at all times. If you were showing your tits your pussy had to be covered and vice versa.

By the end of my first piece I had displayed my bare tits to the house. As the second piece played I revealed my freshly trimmed pussy for the audience's approval. During the final song I alternated between tits and pussy shaking it all in the guys' faces.

I received a hearty applause as I left the stage.

"It's from that guy over there." The bartender said as he set the drink on the bar.

My benefactor was a middle age sandy hair man wearing a business suit unlike most of the patrons. I indicated my thanks to him.

"My name is Norm and I really enjoyed your dancing." He said as he sat beside me.

"Thank you." I said politely.

"Are you available for private performances?" Norm inquired.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked interested.

"Say a hundred dollars?" he offered.

A hundred dollars for ten minutes.

You have a car outside?" I asked.

I had twenty minutes before my next set. I accompanied Norm out to the parking lot where we fucked in his Lincoln.

A quick douche and freshen up my makeup and I was back on stage again. 

There were a few new faces in the audience for my next set. I uncovered the goods and gyrated my freshly fucked pussy in the faces of the guys in pervert's row.

I did three sets my first night and three trips out to the parking lot. My third fuck drove me home.

Rick was not home from the pizzeria yet and Joe asked me how it went. I flashed him a handful of bills and told him I liked it. 

I gave Joe a quick ride before turning in for the night. I lay there recalling my night while his cock stirred the cum soup in my cunt.

"I'm a whore!" I told my husband. "What do you expect, you don't make any money?"

Joe had told his son I was selling my ass.

"But why did you have to fuck Dad?" Rick whined.

"Because he has done more for me than you have." I shot back.

So I was a slut, who cares? If Rick didn't like it that was his problem.

"I'm going to keep fucking until you start making some money." I taunted.

"As a matter of fact I am sleeping with Joe from now on." I added.

That is how I become my father's slut. Every night Joe and I spend the night fucking in his bed while Rick delivered pizzas.

Tuesday and Thursday nights were my nights at Pandora's. Like the ad promised I was pocketing over a grand tax-free most weeks.

The only problem is now I am pregnant it is going to cut into my income.



Dancing



He took a deep breath, and suggested as casually as he could, "Let me walk you to your car."

She shrugged bare shoulders into her lightweight jacket, and glanced at the neon clock across the room.

His eyes followed the smooth pale skin of her shoulders down to the V where her red sweetheart neckline met white cleavage, and for a moment he flashed on the glazed snowy mountain he had skiied alone last weekend. He had plunged recklessly, thoughtlessly down those slopes, so intent on conquering them that he hadn't noticed how icy they were. And somehow, he had made it to the bottom in one piece.

"I always make it somehow, by the seat of my pants most of the time," he mused, reflecting on his foolhardiness.

"What?" she frowned, bewildered and slightly distracted by the noisy crowd surrounding them.

"Oh, I was just thinking about some skiing I did last week," he mumbled, pulling his attention back to the present. He extended his right arm.

"Shall we?" he asked.

She took his arm with a polite smile, and they wound their way through the crowd to the exit door.

She breathed deeply of the cold, clear December air as they stepped out of the stale smoky barroom. She exhaled and sighed.

"I love the air outside when the sky is dark and the stars are out."

She paused, tilting her head back so that her medium length brown hair brushed down her back as she looked at the stars directly above her.

"You know," she continued, "I hate to be cold outside, but whenever I stop and look up at the stars, I don't feel cold any more."

His eyes inventoried the brown waves of her hair as she tossed it back; the pearlescence of her earlobe beneath it; the golden glow on her upturned face from the fluorescent lights on the building above them; the taut whiteness of her neck as she strained to glimpse the tiny points of light.

She looked at him and said with surprise, "Don't you want to look at them? Look. They're beautiful up there." And she turned her face upward again.

"I rather like the view down here at the moment," he said.

She smiled slowly and continued to gaze upward. She liked that he was watching her, and she stood in the moment, savoring it.

How long had it been since she had been regarded as a work of art?

--Too long, but she hoped he hadn't guessed that.

A warmth began to creep slowly up her body, and it collided with the cold chill on her shoulders, producing a shudder she couldn't contain.

He slid his arm around her shoulder and guided her toward her car.

"Mind if I climb in for a minute?" he asked when they reached it.

"No," she replied, "but you'll have to go around. It's a stick shift."

She slid into the driver's seat and leaned over to unlock his door. He jumped in, rubbing his hands briskly.

"Start the damn thing," he shivered. "I'm cold!"

She turned the key and slid the heater knobs on.

"This car has a great heater," she commented. "It gets hot almost instantly."

She turned to look at him, and suddenly his face was inches away from hers. "So do I," he confessed.

He clasped her neck and pulled her to him, leaning awkwardly over the gear shift. His eyes closed and his lips took hers, and they were warm and wet and hungry.

She closed her eyes, breathing into his face and his mouth, and into the sensation coming from the ground floor of her own body.

His hand slid slowly beneath the collar of her jacket, kneading the flesh of her neck and shoulder.

His tongue pushed against her lips with a question. She answered, sweeping him in like an ocean wave at high tide. The current pulled them deeper, as its source sent shock waves through their bodies in widening circles.

"May day! May day!" the alarm sounded in her brain. But the pounding of her heart drowned it out, and she pressed her torso closer to him.

"I'm sorry," he offered, just in case. "I promised myself I'd take it slow, but you put me in overdrive tonight: that tight little shirt of yours; the way that wisp of a skirt whirled up to your waist every time I turned you, showing those black stockings, that go all the way down those legs to your little red heels..."

He paused, giving her a look that explained better than words the effect she was having on him.

She felt confused. Her mind had a million reasons not to do this, but her body had none.

He slid his hand up her torso and closed it over her breast.

She jumped. "Oh, God, please don't do that. It sends shock waves all the way to my clit," she pleaded.

He grinned. "Now you know how I'm feeling--how I've felt ever since the night I spotted you across the dance floor and knew I had to dance with you; how I've felt every time I put my hands on your hips in the middle of a chacha or turned you in a twostep."

Her kisses were intoxicating. They were like a truth serum. Nothing came to his mind that didn't immediately roll off his tongue.

"God I want you," he continued recklessly. He kissed her again. "I want you. I want you. I want you." he alternately kissed and pleaded.

The words trailed off as he pulled her jacket aside and latched onto the skin over her collar bone. He sucked slowly and rhythmically, gently kneading her breast to the same rhythm.

Fire ignited within her, consuming her doubts and misgivings, and she could suddenly think of no reason on earth why she shouldn't give in to the craving she herself had entertained more than once.

"Not here," she breathed, and pulled away, trying to extricate her whirling head from the twister pulling it downward.

"My place," she offered, and jammed the car into gear.

He jerked back against his seat as the car lurched forward. She pressed the accelerator to the floor and sped up the street to her house.

He rested his hands on his tense thighs and rubbed them absentmindedly. She glanced over as a swath of light from a passing streetlight cut across his shrinking jeans.

"Uncomfortable?" she asked sympathetically. "I can't wait to get them off you."

He groaned and reached over to hide his restless fingertips in the hair at the nape of her neck. He leaned his face close to hers, breathing heavily against her ear and cheek. His tongue slid up her neck, as his hands closed over her thigh, gliding to the inside and rubbing her black nylons, wet with perspiration.

Impatiently, she drove on auto pilot. His every move produced intense pangs of pleasure, and she could feel him inside her already.

She pulled into her garage and they both stumbled into the den, diving to the floor as if it were an air raid.

His legs tangled with hers and he pressed his pelvis against her, moving her into hip motion with him.

"Dance with me," he rasped.

His mouth grew big, swallowing up her face, her neck, her shoulders, her smooth white chest. His hands kneaded, rubbed, pushed, pressed, demanded; while his hips worked hers, moving, thrusting, undulating and gyrating.

Flinging her skirt up, he pushed her lace panties aside and folded her silky black legs up and open, thrusting his head between them. She drew in her breath sharply as his mouth closed over her. His tongue vibrated, sending jolts of electricity from its point through hers. 

Then he was sucking, pulling, drawing it out of her, devouring; and she cried out, her breaths coming in short, desperate staccato.

Then he was on top of her, with her arms flung up over her head and his mouth tasting like her juices and his fat cock pumping deeper and deeper.

He wanted to say something, to let her know he had never felt like this before, but somehow the words just degenerated into inarticulate, aching moans.

Her muscles cinched him, and spasms of heat and pleasure rocked her body. She could feel him in the ends of her fingers; in the roots of her hair; in the tip of her nose; in the soles of her feet. Her body had never felt so electrically alive in her entire life.

He shuddered convulsively as ecstatic bursts exploded in every cell of his body, and his throat uttered spasmodic notes of wordless measure.

"I knew it," she gasped. "I knew it would be like this with you. I knew it..."



Dancing



They say dancing is a good way to release some of that built up sexual energy. I really found that to be true. 

Last night I couldn't sleep. I tried but it's too hot and I was too horny. Too needy. 

I slipped out of bed about 2:00 AM and pulled on a white tank top, no bra, a short skirt and boots. Stuff I wouldn't normally wear but my niece left it at my house when she was staying for a few weeks. I ran a little gel through my hair, scrunched it up a bit, and put on my make-up pretty heavy handed at the red lights. 

I went to an old warehouse turned after hours dance club across town. One of those BYOB type places with a great sound system and some lights but little else. The party would still be going on but at almost 3:00 AM the crowd would be geeked out tweekin 20'something's with nowhere to go tomorrow. 

I couldn't look like a librarian and blend in. One look in the mirror told me I didn't look like a librarian. I doubt anybody I knew would recognize me if I ran into anybody. 

Once inside I knew this wasn't my scene. Not my crowd. I was glad the music was too loud to talk. Too loud to hear anybody. So I headed straight for the dancefloor. 

The music was loud, pulsing, techno. Darude. The stuff I listen to in when I dance in my bedroom but nobody knows. I closed my eyes and moved like nobody else was there. Running my hands over my body. Moving. pulsing.... throbbing.... 

It didn't take long before I had a guy dancing with me. Kinda cute but not the right one. Two dances and I danced away. 

Then another. He was looking at my tits. I knew a thin white tanktop in those lights, me sweating, I knew he could see everything. I let him look. We were dancing hard and fast. I rubbed against him, giving him permission to look. Maybe to touch. Still he had to act like it was an accident. Like he was scared I would get mad and slap him. 

I moved closer, grinding against him in time to the driving beat of the music. He was hard. He wasn't the one. I moved on, dancing with another guy, then another, then another. Not the one. 

Then finally I found him. The one. Just the right height. About 2 inches taller than me. Makes everything line up just right. Broad shoulders, nice strong arms. So I moved closer for the final test. Dancing fast and close. Throbbing, pulsing, grinding. 

I ran my hands over my tits and he was looking. He ran his hands over my tits and stopped to lightly pinch my nipples. Yes. Little shockwaves through my body straight to my pussy. I was dripping. My panties were soaked with my juices. I could feel the bulge in his pants as I ground against him, dancing, if you call it dancing, all but fucking on the dancefloor. But nobody cares at these places as long as it's not actual fucking. So I rubbed against him and felt it and it felt like it would do nicely. 

Two more songs was all I could take of this, grinding together, touching, teasing, dry humping. I needed it. I took his hand without a word and lead him to the bathroom. The women's room because I wasn't sure if the men's would have a stall. He hesitated and said something but the music was too loud for me to make it out. I really didn't care what he said. I just smiled and tugged on his hand, pulling it up to my breast and he followed inside. 

Once inside I pulled him into an empty stall. It was a little quieter in there but not much. He pressed me back against the metal wall of the stall and kissed me hard. Yes, it was what I wanted. 

We broke apart and I reached to undo his jeans. I was fumbling with the buttons so he took over getting them undone and I reached in the little pocket of my skirt and pulled out a condom, ripping open the packet with my teeth. He just grinned and shook his head with a little smile that said he knew he had been nothing but the conquest I had set out for. And he didn't mind. Good boy. 

Pants around his ankles, he kissed me hard again, then moving his mouth to my neck, biting softly. Yes. I lifted one leg and hooked it over his hip, pushing my panties to the side, opening for him, feeling his hard cock against me. Yes. I was wet and ready. 

He thrust into me, deep. God yes. I could feel the music vibrating through the metal wall pressed against my back as he started fucking me hard against it, pounding me in time to the music hard and fast, making me cry out but it was ok since the music was so loud. 

I could hear someone in the stall next to me and my fingers were hooked over the top of the wall but I didn't care. Just fuck me harder. That's it. Harder. Deeper. 

He had me by the waist so I picked up my other foot and put both of my boots against the opposite wall of the stall. Just the right width. That was what I needed. Just the right angle. He was hitting just the right spot. I could feel it. Slamming into my throbbing clit with each thrust. Banging deep inside of me. Sending shocks of pleasure through me. Fuck yes, this was what I needed. Hard and fast. 

I closed my eyes and gave in. I was cumming I could hear people in the bathroom. A knock on the stall door. Fuck them. Don't stop, I mouthed and he fucked me harder, leaning down to grab my nipple through my shirt and bite. Fuck yes, I exploded, cumming hard, crying out, clawing at his back, biting at his neck. Oh fuck yes. I could feel him cumming too, still pounding. God that's what I needed. 

I dropped my feet to the floor and smoothed my skirt while he buttoned up. We opened the stall door to the rent-a-cop telling us we couldn't do that but it was too late, huh? I just smiled and shrugged and walked off, making my way for the front door. Just before I left he caught me by the arm and handed me a piece of paper with his phone number and name on it and made the little "call me" motion with his hand. I smiled. But I dropped the paper on the ground as soon as I stepped out the door. Who needs that kind of trouble? 

But whoever said dancing was a good way to release some pent up sexual energy sure was right.



Dancing



Sol and I had been dancing in the same community for a few years. It was a very, very rare occasion when I did not dance with her at one of the parties we went to. Three songs roughly twelve minutes went by almost too fast. Unfortunately, it was poor etiquette to dance more unless there just weren't many people at the dance.

Sol is a petite Asian woman about 5'2" and maybe 90lbs soaking wet. Her figure is a tiny 30A-26-29, and she obsesses over not having any bust, yet when she would wear a cocktail dress every man will marvel at the Eastern model.

I on the other hand am just shorter than six feet tall with an athletic build and now salt and peppered dirty blond hair. While I don't consider myself anything more than average I have overheard many women on different occasions comment to their girlfriends that I am very handsome or studly or hot or nice to look at, etc. 

We started dancing together at the same time and in the same class so we have both been through the ups and downs of learning dancing together. That bond is nice, and we flirt all the time with each other about the other being the better dancer. We are both equals but very attuned to each other and therefore read each other and move as one elegantly.

On a few occasions when she has had a little extra wine at the parties we will dance and she will comment very seriously on how good I feel to her, and on a few occasions our dancing has excited myself and left her breathing heavily though we didn't dance fast or really with much exertion. If I am in an overly flirtatious mood I will make sure to let our legs play, or lead her in such a way that her nipples will brush against tight stomach, or drop my arm around her in such a way as to be more sensual than normal. Recently she has been too tense in her frame and I've taken her hand and placed it on my chest while we dance which is much more intimate.

Now you know most of the background and maybe where this is going. The last important details are that I am dating another woman, Sol is married with a near teenager, and in my mind I would never cheat on the one I am with although I have warned my girlfriend that I would make the most of any opportunity with a certain celebrities and a half dozen porn stars that have special qualities.

On to the story, my girlfriend was out of town on business and there was a huge dance party which I naturally attended. It was packed with people and at midnight even more people showed up. This had two effects, the first was it created more heat and humidity than the AC could handle therefore after a dance set people were sweating a bit, and the second was the dance floor was packed and it was easy to lose track of people. 

To combat the first problem I carried several dress/designer crew neck t-shirts in my car so that I could change every hour or so and be dry. The women loved this as the dancing can be distracted by sticky sweat between two people. The women generally would come in coat or shawl-like top and wear the kind of dresses/outfits that have no straps or very little fabric between the bust and neck. Occasionally so one new to dancing would wear one of these really cute blouses that had a collar only to leave early because they were on the verge of heat stroke. The other thing I did to help stay cooler was to pace myself and only dance for about 20-30 minutes before taking a break of at least 10 minutes to cool off. 

During one of my breaks I stepped outside to get out of the humidity and to let my lower back recover a bit from the novice I had just danced with. Just as I was ready to head in, Sol came out to cool off as well and began her normal flirting about when was I going to ask her to dance and such. She had a very sexy cocktail dress on that was burgundy on top without straps and with black ruffles on the bottom that was similar to an oversized cotton ball. The sexy dress coupled with neck down to breasts glistening with sweat made her look like a centerfold.

The music changed and very sensual music came on at the same time she was asking her question/flirting with me. I bowed slightly and took her hand leading her back into the dance hall. For the next three songs we danced a very sensual tango with a lot of slow steps, foot play, then leg wraps. By the end of the first song I was aroused and she was nearly panting commenting about how good I felt. This kind of panting was the kind that told me she was aroused as well. During the second song I led her to brush against my erection a couple of times and she suggested by her moves that she wanted more leg wraps to which I complied. Quite accidentally one of the wraps I led happened to be during a point where the music slowed to nothing so in response I held us close together without moving. This particular leg wrap had me step between her legs allowing her to wrap one of hers around on of mine. As we paused with the music she shifted slightly so my leg brushed against her crotch and held me there. Before the music started again I could feel the moisture soaking thru my slacks on my upper thigh. Sol was telling me how wet she was and it wasn't sweat. We danced much closer for the rest of the song allowing brushes of her crotch and my leg or her nipples on my stomach. She changed her frame to snuggle in closer to me and I reciprocated. The third song was nothing less than borderline sexual. (A month or so later I heard one of the other women tell Sol how wet she got watching us dance that night, but that is another story.)

When the third song ended we both headed for the door to cool off followed by a few others. As we cooled off outside made eye contact several times with her biting her lip and me mimic-ing. We both made sure it was on the sly with no one else aware, and luckily each of the others went back in to dance. When we were alone, I bowed slightly again to her and she curtsied to me. Without a word I took her hand and led her upstairs but leading her in front of me. 

Upstairs you could still hear enough of the music to dance and it was much, much cooler. I took her in the usual dance embrace and took a couple of slow steps with the music. Then I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek near her ear. I moved my kisses down her cheek to her neck and back up to her ear sucking gently on her earlobe. During this time I was leading us to step slowly together. I let my hand drop from around her shoulders to around her waist and was rewarded with a heavy exhale followed by short intakes of breath. She moved her other hand to my chest like when we danced and I let go of it to caress her. My hand slid down her side to the ruffle part of her dress and back up. When it came back up I made sure my thumb pressed against the underside of her breast and let it play slowly upwards until it hit her nipple thru the fabric. The slightest whisper I ever heard was "yes" as she barely breathed it out. I went back to nibbling on her ear lobe and she tensed up for a long moment with me carrying her for a couple of three steps as I assume that she orgasm-ed. I moment later, I felt the wall behind her and slowly leaned her against it. 

Sensually rubbing my hands down her sides I made my way under her cocktail dress and to her hips. I kissed her neck and moved down to her breasts. She instinctively lowered her top enough for me to play with her nipples. As I kissed her nipple for the first time I pulled her panties down from the sides of her hips and she began breathing really hard. Her nipple went solid as a rock and I gently licked and caressed it with my tongue. She made an attempt at moving her hips to help me drop her panties which more or less worked out. 

With her panties at her ankles and my tongue on her nipples she let out a low moan. I let my tongue play until the song downstairs ended. Then I lifted one of hers legs up a bit and squatted down kissing her inner thigh. When my head got under the ruffles of her cocktail dress her scent was incredibly pungent. She had a sweet musky odor that made me harder than I thought possible. As I kissed up her inner thigh getting closer to her damp mound I could feel an enormous heat. I turned my face and exhaled which made her jump. She must have realized how close I was because she grabbed my head and pulled me into her. 

I played with her clit before licking a long line down her crease to her opening. It wasn't long before she was shaking and oozing sweet cum onto my tongue. I would have rather taken more time and enjoyed a long dessert, but I heard another song end meaning I must have spent three to five minutes there already, so I unzipped my pants and let my now raging hard-on feel momentary freedom. 

Just as quickly as I stood up, her hand was on my shaft pulling me towards her. I lifted her up and let her rub me into her soaking wet mound. The instant she placed me at her opening I pushed up and in to her wet heat. Slowly I stretched her tightness. By the time I had completely filled her all she could do was let out little moans of "Oh" and "Uhnn" and the occasional "yes" when I lowered my hips and made sure to hit her g-spot on the way back in. 

We continued like that through two songs with her getting wetter and slicker with each thrust. She was light enough for me with part of her weight leaning against the wall that I could massage her ass as I thrust in and out. She started panting thru her nose and I moved her slowly away from the wall and thrust hard and harder, piston-ing in and out of her while her heat got more and more intense. Her breathing stopped and she went rigid while I shifted to just letting my tip rub back and forth across her g-spot. She arched her back and nearly hit her head against the wall as she came soaking my balls and the upper part of my slacks. When I thought she was finished I started on the long tip to balls strokes to bring myself over the edge. She moaned "Oh God!" as I pumped until I came a minute later grunting a bit as I did. I sank completely into her and rubbed her clit into my pelvis bringing her over the edge again. This time she wrapped herself against me like a boa constrictor and just held on. I thought she would never let go but she finally whispered in my ear that I was the better dancer. I let her down and we caressed each other until we heard the next song end.

At the same time we withdrew but held each others gaze "We better get cleaned up and head downstairs."

"Yup" was all I could say. As we walked toward the stairs she flipped the back of her cocktail dress up and flashed me her cute ass. I was hard all over again as she giggled a bit. I decided that I wasn't finished and caught up to her. 

I slid my hand up her crotch as I pull her into me from behind. I quickly unzipped and pulled out again to take her from behind she moved a little forward and braced herself against the railing as I pushed into her. She wasn't quite ready though she was plenty wet with our juices.

"Oh fuck!" she moaned out as I pounded her relentlessly. She wasn't as tight as before but she still felt like a glove. She spread her legs a bit more and tried to brace herself better as I let my inner animal side take over. I remembered to play with her nipples and on occasion reach under and massage her clit. But all in all she took me for three full songs before I grabbed her hips an erupted as hard as I had in a long time. About the same time I came her knees went weak and rubbery and it we both fell forward onto a knee.

She got up quickly and went to the bathroom. I got my handkerchief out and wiped our juices off the floor. After a few minutes of cleaning up myself in the bathroom we both walked down the stairs. At the bottom she turned and kissed me and whispered that I could fuck her anytime. Then we made our way back into the dance hall with her brushing my ass with her hand as I walked to find my next dance partner.



Dancing Again



So off we went to the mall again. My gorgeous wife wearing her short fly away summer skirt, and a top that swept across her breasts presenting a cleavage every man wanted to drown in. It wasn't as windy as the previous week, so she didn't flash quite as much, and I avoided the park, as I didn't want her to run into that boy again.

She chose a dress for the dance quite quickly, although it was, of course, very expensive. It was figure hugging and very sexy, a deep red colour, plain, and leaving nothing to the imagination. She found a different boy to help her try on shoes, and we left him with a big smile on his face, and a bulge in his trousers.

"So my love, shall we go and choose some underwear?"

"It's ok darling, we can save some money as I won't be wearing any."

"But that dress is so thin, everyone will see everything."

"That's the idea, I need to send out a clear message tonight. Look babe, it's going to be difficult for me to pull, as you'll be there, and my sister isn't with us this time, which is why I need a slutty dress, ok?"

"I suppose so."

With the park off limits, I had to buy my wife lunch, so she chose Cafe Rouge, which cost a lot more than we saved on the underwear.

My gorgeous wife spent hours getting ready for the dinner dance, but when she presented herself in the hall she looked fabulous. My cock strained in it's cage at the sight of her, then my stomach did a flip as I knew that she was intending to turn me into a cuckold that night.

"I've made a decision about your possible release tomorrow."

"Oh...ok."

"I've decided to make it into a little game for you. For you to get an orgasm tomorrow the following conditions have to be met. First, that I get properly fucked by a gorgeous hunk."

"Right, well, no messing about then."

"Shut up, I haven't finished yet."

"Sorry."

"Second, that he must make me cum, and third, that I must cum at least once on his cock. Do you understand? If he fucks me, but then has to use his fingers or tongue to get me off, that won't count, and you'll have to wait for next weekend."

"Please no, you can't mean that, I'm going mad with frustration!"

"Well, you'd better make sure all the conditions are met, hadn't you?"

"Yes my love, I'll try."

We arrived at the hotel and went to the bar for drinks. All the men gazed longingly at my wife, and all the women tut tutted. Dinner was boring as the women wouldn't talk to my wife, and the men daren't, and when we'd drunk the coffee I asked my wife if she'd like to dance. As we stood up, we heard a voice from behind my wife.

"Valerie, how lovely to see you again"

"Paul, fancy meeting you here. I was going to dance with my husband, but now that you're here, I'll dance with you instead. Aren't you pleased Paul is here little hubby?"

"Yes my love, very happy."

"Well you go and by us some champagne to celebrate. No need to rush back."

I walked to the bar with a storm of mixed emotions rushing around my head. It was obvious that my wife would encourage Paul to fuck her that night, and I didn't really want her to be unfaithful to me. On the other hand, the chances of me getting an orgasm that weekend had suddenly shot up. On a third hand, I was quite excited about her cuckolding me, but, wouldn't this Paul turn out to be a regular lover? I didn't want to lose her. Anyway, it was clear that the days of me having a say in my wife's fidelity were long gone.

Paul and my wife danced most of the evening, but took occasional breaks to sit at the table kissing and groping each other, drinking lots of champagne, and totally ignoring me.

Eventually my wife addressed me.

"My love, Paul and I are going to bed now. I think you need to cum and watch, just to verify that you've earned your orgasm for tomorrow. Paul has very kindly agreed to let you watch until I cum on his cock, but you mustn't say anything or interfere in any way, or he'll kick you in the balls. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

"So what do you say to Paul?"

"Thank you Paul for letting me watch you fuck my wife."

"And that you hope he enjoys me."

"I hope you enjoy fucking my beautiful wife."

"Ok, let's go."

They walked towards the lifts ahead of me, arms around each other, Paul's right hand groping my wife's panty free bum cheek. As we waited for the lift my wife looked into my eyes.

"I've waited a long time for this moment. Thank you for cooperating. This is something I need, and I hope you can come to accept it as part of us."

I couldn't think of a single thing to say. Irrespective of my desperation to cum, my wife had decided that fidelity was not for her, just as she had decided that masturbating was no longer to be for me.

The lift arrived and my wife walked in first, followed by Paul, who didn't even wait for my wife to turn around, he just reached down and pulled her dress up to her waist, and, leaning against her put his arms round her waist and started to work on her pussy. I was left standing like an idiot, with no idea which button to press.

"Excuse me Paul, which floor?"

Why was I being so obsequious?

"Five."

I pushed the button and after a few seconds we started to climb. My wife's hands were against the wall of the lift, preventing her falling as Paul edged her legs further apart to get easier access. The lift seemed to take forever to climb to the fifth floor, and by the time it finally ground to a halt, my wife was getting very worked up. Clearly Paul knew how to arouse a woman's clit. At that moment I hated him more than I've ever hated anyone, other than my ex wife, of course.

"Come on, quickly, I need to fuck your wife now!"

"Oh, ok, sorry."

In seconds we were inside the room. Paul started removing his shoes and socks.

"Take off your wife's dress...now lead her to the bed...kneel beside her, I want you to see the moment when you become a cuckold."

"Oh God, I don't know if I can go through with this Val"

"You have no choice, now, do as Paul tells you."

"Ok, sorry."

Paul got on to the bed between my wife's naked spread legs. His cock was already growing, getting hard, ready to fuck my wife.

"Hold it wimp."

I reached out and took hold of his now fully hard cock. It was certainly big. Bigger than mine.

"Guide it to her sopping wet cunt. There it is, just inside the entrance. Ask me again."

"Please Paul, will you fuck my wife."

"Yes, I will."

He pushed forward into her eager vagina. My wife let out a sigh of pleasure, before turning her head to look into my eyes.

"You are now a cuckold, locked in chastity. Our sex life just become entirely about my pleasure and satisfaction, and not at all about yours. From now on you may occasionally get relief, but you'll never again have sex. Now sit back and watch Paul fuck me"

Half an hour later, driving home I just felt numb. I had watched my wife have sex with another man. In fact I had colluded in her betrayal by placing his cock into my wife's sopping pussy. I sat quietly in a chair and watched as he fucked her, in and out, in and out, with a soundtrack of shrieks and grunts from my ecstatic wife. Very quickly the fit and horny stud had my wife approaching her first orgasm. She came hard and loud on his rock hard cock, something which never happens when I fuck her.

The orgasm meant that I would get to cum the next day, which got me so excited at the time, but then she dismissed me, and, driving home alone, I felt very low. Cuckolded, cheated on, betrayed.

I knew that this wasn't a one off fling, but rather, a permanent change in our lifestyle. From that moment on, I would be the cuckolded husband, hanging around for the scraps of sex which my sexy, dominant wife granted me, while the main action would be between her and a string of lovers.

She said that it was what I'd wanted, that it was my fantasy, but was it? Wasn't it really her fantasy which I had been sucked into. Anyway, it was done, a fact which couldn't be undone. My wife had become a slut, a hot wife, an adulteress, and I had become her cuckold.

I hardly slept that night. My head was spinning, I had weird dreams in which my wife was telling her boyfriend to cut my cock off, and I was begging her not to. I also kept waking with frustrating attempted erections, and once awake, I kept thinking about my wife in bed with another man, which kept my penis straining against the cage most of the night. The image of her new lover fucking her was playing repeatedly, and I have to admit it was turning me on.

Sometime in the small hours of the morning I had a revelation. My wife had slept with Paul before. She went to the dance knowing that she would be spending the night with him. I don't know why the penny suddenly dropped, but once it did it all made sense. The whole evening was a charade for my benefit.

A phone call at 11am confirmed my suspicions.

"Hi sweetheart did you sleep well?"

"Not really."

"Oh dear, did you keep getting attempted erections from thinking about watching me being fucked by a gorgeous horny stud?"

"I guess."

"Oh well, at least you'll get to cum when I get home."

"And when will that be?"

"Don't be cheeky or I'll change my mind."

"Sorry."

"Well, Paul is taking me out to lunch, and he's promised me as much champagne as I want, so after that I'm sure I'll end up back in his bed, so it'll be some time in the evening."

"Oh, right, what shall I do all day."

"Well, I was thinking about that. It will be a great opportunity for you to catch up on all your chores. The washing basket is full, the house hasn't been cleaned for weeks. When I get home I'll do a thorough inspection, then we can see if you deserve an orgasm."

"Please my love, I'm desperate!"

"Well you'd better work really hard then. Now, you need to tell me to have a nice lunch, and that you hope I really enjoy getting fucked again. You do want me to have a great time don't you?"

"Yes, of course."

"You need to sound more convincing! Paul wants to fuck my arse, and with enough champagne inside me, I suspect I'll let him! Are you a bit jealous?"

"Of course I'm jealous!"

"Well, don't worry, Paul has a gay friend who is between relationships, and I'm sure he would love to fuck your arse, so you'll have no reason to be jealous of me getting fucked all afternoon. Bye darling, have fun, I know I will."

And then the line went dead.

With my adulteress wife away with her lover, I spent all day doing chores and trying not to think about my wife having sex with stud Paul, while I was locked in a chastity cage doing housewife chores. I couldn't stop thinking about what they would be doing as each section of the day dragged by. I imagined them laughing and joking over champagne at lunch, giggling about how they had humiliated me, how frustrated she was going to keep me, how they would fuck in front of me to humiliate me further.

I later imagined them back in bed in the afternoon, with Paul giving my unfaithful wife orgasm after orgasm, with the huge cock I had not only seen, but handled as I placed it inside my wife's cunt. They were probably laughing at how stupid I'd been, believing that the previous night had been their first time.

It was nearly 7pm when my scheming wife arrived home, and she came through the front door with Paul right behind her.

"Hi Sweetie," she called, bright and cheerful from being fucked repeatedly, "Paul is staying for a drink, and he's going to help with your discipline session...isn't that nice of him?"

"I, what?"

"He'll be able to hit much harder than I can, so it'll be a more fulfilling experience for you, and if you are a really good boy, and show proper respect and gratitude, you may get a little squirt later. So, what do you say to Paul?"

"Thank you Paul."

"So, don't just stand there, get us some Champagne...and take those clothes off...you must never wear clothes in the house!"

"Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress."

I quickly got out of my clothes, then opened a bottle of Champagne (we always keep one chilling in the fridge), poured two glasses and handed one each to the happy lovers. I wasn't stupid enough to think I could have any.

"Thanks Cucky," Paul crowed, "I can't wait to turn your arse black and blue, what tools do we have Sarah?"

"Well, I thought we could start with Cucky's own brown leather belt. It's really heavy, and under full power from your sexy strong right arm I'm sure he'll be squealing for mercy in five minutes. After that I've got a nasty cane I bought."

"Sounds good, but shouldn't we do his balls as well?"

"That's true. I think maybe you could hold them, which will be humiliating for him, then slap them with your hand."

"Good idea, how long for each weapon?"

"I don't know, say 10 mins?"

"Ok, let's get started."

My heart nearly stopped, how could I stand 30 mins of torture from this powerful man? Before I could even say anything he grabbed me by my hair and forced me over the end of the dining room table. Sarah put cable ties around my wrists, then used rope to tie me to the far legs. Next she used similar ties around my ankles, securing my legs to together and then to a bar she put between the nearby table legs.

The moment she stepped away I heard a whistle, then a crack, and it was a split second later that my world exploded. I've never felt pain like it. I was so shocked by the intensity that I didn't even scream. There was a momentary pause and then I heard the whistle again, this time the backs of my knees were hit, which was even more painful. After that Paul settled in to a rhythm, one two whack, one two whack. I lost all sense of what was happening, the pain was unbearable, and climbing as he started re-hitting parts of me, and I was completely helpless, I screamed, I cried, I begged. The ten minutes felt like a day, but eventually it was over.

"That's brilliant Paul, he's red all over his arse and right down to his knees"

"He'll be black and blue tomorrow."

"That'll look nice then...he won't want to sit down at all...which is good as I've lots for him to do."

"Shall I start with the cane?"

"Yes please, I think you should do it a bit slower and be artistic. 

"I'll see what I can do."

The cane didn't so much whistle as scream, and the moment it hit me, so did I! It was a stinging pain right across my arse, and it went on stinging like crazy, as the next blow struck, and the next. My arse and the backs of my legs were stinging like crazy, as blow after blow added to the agony. Soon I could feel wetness dribbling down my arse and the backs of my legs.

Paul paused momentarily, although the pain didn't.

"Is that the sort of look you were hoping for?"

"It's brilliant Paul. You can fuck me again when you're finished, if you like, I know how insatiable you are."

The strokes resumed, increasing the fire, adding more and more stripes. Mercifully I passed out, but my wife threw icy water over me, and I came round. Not long after that Paul stopped.

"I think we'd better take a rain check on the ball slapping Sarah, he'll just pass out again"

"Ohh! That's really annoying, I was looking forward to watching that. 

"Now hop up on the table, so I can fuck you right in front of Cucky here."

And that's just what he did.



Dancing Angel



Meet Cassie, a young single woman in search of her true sexuality. Coming to know Serena online has changed her, bringing undeniable excitement into her life. She needs to find her way, meet the woman that danced into her heart and soul. Only then, can she truly be free. Read on; find out how Cassie's impatience gets the best of her, bringing her a night of unforgettable memories.

Dear Reader, please enjoy my first fictional girl/girl story. It was a blast writing it.

© By Katerina Val-Kyrie

Tingling with excitement, I entered Angels Paradise, a renowned strip club. The foyer was elegant. Filled with roses, it almost took my breath away. I love roses and these were beautifully displayed, their lush red petals accented by the lights' soft glow. I hesitated, took a moment to enjoy them, a moment to collect myself as I breathed in their heavenly scent.

My skin felt flushed despite the coolness in the night air. I was nervous. With my heart thudding furiously, I stepped into paradise. Loud music vibrated throughout the dimly-lit room as I took in my surroundings. Mirrors covered walls, reflecting images through a haze of swirling smoke. Embers glowed, their fiery tips deepening with cigarettes inhaled. The smell was strong even with fans overhead. I felt their breeze as the blades whirled, the hum lost amidst the noise.

Unoccupied chairs were hard to find. Groups of men filled the tables with drinks spread out in front of them. Beer and liquor splattered precariously as they guzzled it down their throats. Some were oblivious as I walked by, their eyes riveted straight ahead. Others, dressed in their finest, offered their seats in hopes of attention. Flattered, I politely declined. 

Cheering filled the club as I found an empty chair to the far right of the stage. I felt less conspicuous and liked it that way. With difficulty, I could see my image dimly reflected in the mirror. My face held a look of innocence, and I smiled in spite of my nervousness. I knew better.

Sitting straighter, I adjusted the collar of my jean jacket. I dressed casually with a cotton blouse beneath. The material was blue pastel, matching the color of my eyes. The jeans were my favorite, flattering my long, slender legs. They were comfortable, well worn, yet looked as good as the day I bought them. 

Unconsciously, I entwined my fingers through my ash blonde hair. Long layers fell softly on my shoulders as I played with the delicate strands. It was a relaxing habit and always put me at ease. I settled down, eyeing the shapely brunette on the dance floor. She was in the midst of her dance, enjoying her attentive audience.

Lights shone on her, illuminating her skin in a golden glow. I found myself drawn. At the same time, I wanted to look away. She was bending over, her bare backside wiggling in front of them. Such a provocative move made me flush with embarrassment. Still, I felt compelled to stare. 

Whistles followed when the woman finished her performance. She left the crowd in an uproar as she danced naked off the stage. I watched her disappear behind the curtains, wondering if I could dance that way. I loved to dance, but this type of dancing was unlike any I'd ever experienced.

"Would you like a drink, Miss?" came from the distance. She sounded far away, yet was standing next to my table. I was so lost in thought, I hadn't noticed her there. 

"What'll you have?" the woman repeated, impatience in her voice.

"I'll have a berry wine cooler," I said, noting her look of annoyance. "Having a bad night?"

"Yeah—it's hectic in here...not to mention, my head's pounding like a jackhammer."

"Sorry to hear that." I paused as she shifted her tray, the beer bottles almost toppling. "Can you tell me who's dancing next?" I asked as she steadied the tray with her hand. I felt I was pushing it, but I didn't care. 

"Can't help you there. I wouldn't know. I'll be back with your drink. A cooler, right?"

"I..." Before I could respond, the woman was already gone, taking orders from a table of rowdy men.

"Bitch" was at the tip of my tongue. I held myself in check remembering why I was there. I had to meet the dancer I'd come to know online. I smiled as I thought of her and the passionate nights we'd shared. This single, fun-loving woman was bi, and she had brought out tendencies I never knew existed. I was no longer close-minded to the bi-world—I wanted to be a part of it.

I watched the stage, filled with anticipation. The nervousness I'd felt earlier was replaced with unbearable excitement. I couldn't sit still as the music started with a slow, tantalizing tune. Its tempo increased when they called out her name. Moments later she appeared under a new onslaught of lights accompanied by cheers from the audience.

Serena. She was no longer just a picture or words on a screen. She was very real. Breathless, I admired the face I knew so well. Her features were striking, her high cheekbones flattering dark green eyes and a nose that was almost perfect. Beneath, luscious lips in the deepest shade of red turned upward in a smile. As her head tilted back, long auburn hair swept behind her, the gleaming strands wild and free. 

I was spellbound. She began her dance, enticing the men with her voluptuous curves. She swayed to the music, letting herself go to the rhythmic beat. Her style was uniquely her own, capturing the full attention of her audience. She swept them away, taking them into another realm of time. Nothing else mattered when she was up there. 

My heart fluttered as she danced across the stage floor. She moved effortlessly, her steps keeping time to the music. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was a vision in her black lingerie. A vision I wanted to touch, to hold. I longed to feel her body next to mine. Her lips, her gentle caress...

Burning heat ravaged my body when she started to strip off the silky material. Her skin glistened as the delicate garment slipped down, pooling beneath her feet. She kicked it aside, not caring where it landed. Dressed in only a thong, she flaunted her breasts in front of them. Her expression held a smile of playfulness, luring the men into her seductive world. They were captivated. So was I. 

Dazzled, I watched her performance. I drank her in like a fine wine, a rare delicacy savored on my lips. Warmth filled my belly. I was nourished by her, left in a tipsy state of passion. 

I was submerged in her nudity. Her breasts were full, their ivory tones obscured in a golden glow. Pale nipples accented the soft curves of her flesh as she caressed and teased. Her lithe form was undeniably sexy. Her tummy was tight, and her slender thighs were firm and gently curved. Provocative moves only enhanced the beauty she exhibited. Her fingers spiraled down, resting by the belly ring on her navel. My eyes never wavered as she slid her hands lower. I gulped, thirsty for more then wine.

The men were whistling, screaming for her to take it off. They chanted her name until she continued sliding her hands to the top of her thong. My head was spinning as she partially lowered it, slipping her fingers inside. 

Serena turned but hadn't noticed me yet. Again she lowered her thong and, again, whoops and whistles filled the crowded room. A smile crept across her face, accenting full, sensual lips. Her tongue rolled, licking her upper lip, teasing her audience with her naughtiness. 

My breath held as her fingers disappeared beneath the flimsy material again. I could feel moistness between my thighs as I caught sight of her nakedness. Blood coursed though my veins. Pulsations began to consume my body. I was extremely aroused. 

Then—she saw me. I froze. The whole world stopped. She and I were alone in the room, our eyes held, locked in eternity. She began to dance for me. 

Her moves were seductively slow as she slid her palms across her flesh once more. She watched me intently, caressing the softness of her breasts with her fingers. Her smile was devilish—her actions deliberate—as she stroked her nipples to an aroused state. I wanted to cry out.

The sexual aura surrounding her was mind blowing. My heart thumped wildly in my chest as she danced. Her body mesmerized me. Hips, sensually curvy, undulated in rhythmic waves. Hands, delicate and smooth, caressed and teased, moving to the music. 

I inhaled deeply as she danced toward me, singling me out in the frantic crowd. I no longer cared about the men shouting in the background, or the bouncers restraining them. I was lost in my own secret world, savoring the moment. She was inches away and I was breathless.

Entranced, I held her gaze. She reached for my hand, guiding my palm toward her breasts. This brought another series of whoops and shouts from the audience. I didn't care. I didn't care that they'd witnessed this intimate moment between us. It was our moment, not theirs. I loved this woman's touch, the silkiness of her skin. I couldn't get enough of her. My body burned with desire as my fingers skimmed across her flesh. I wanted more. I knew I had to have her. 

A soft brush of her lips caressed my cheek before she backed away. Her touch was intoxicating.

"I'll meet you after the show, Cassie. Don't go anywhere," Serena mouthed through the din of the crowd. "Be here."

As fast as she appeared, she flew back on stage. The men were wild now, wanting their chance to touch her. Professionally and beautifully, she finished her dance for them. Bills were waving in the air. She allowed them to caress her for the briefest of moments. I was in a daze, remembering my own sweet ecstasy minutes ago. I could still smell her heavenly scent...feel the warmth of her flesh upon my fingertips. 

With a final applause from her audience, Serena bounded off the stage, her long hair flying behind her. I watched her vanish, disappearing in the darkness.

I couldn't wait. I had to find her. 

* * *

No one noticed as I went to the back entrance of the stage. The corridor was bright. I had to squint until my eyes adjusted. Colorful photos of exotic dancers splashed the walls, leading toward endless hallways. I suddenly felt vulnerable. I was no longer inconspicuous. My casual clothes were a dead give-a-way that I didn't belong in a world of exotic dancers. I stood out like a beacon of light on the darkest of nights. I quickened my gait when I heard laughter behind me. I prayed for invisibility. 

"Oh, you must be the new girl," I heard a voice say. 

I turned in disbelief. She'd mistaken me for a dancer!

Two women in scanty attire came toward me, their heels clicking on the linoleum floor. The tall one, darker in complexion, spoke again. Her voice demanded attention.

"I'm Delilah. This is Isabel," she said, pointing to the shorter blonde beside her. Her slender arm draped over her friend's bare shoulder. She looked at me, a smile curving her lips. Her hair swayed across her breasts as she extended her hand in greeting. "Welcome to our club and you are...?"

"Cassie," I replied quickly. "But, I'm not a..."

"Aren't you cute," Isabel interrupted me. She withdrew from Delilah's embrace and grabbed my arm pulling me toward her. "You're perfect, but you really must change out of those clothes. C'mon!"

I was speechless as we zipped through a maze of corridors that led to a dressing room door. My mind raced. Delilah's words echoed in my brain. Did I hear right? Did she say new girl? And...Isabel said my clothes wouldn't do.  What's up with that?  I wondered. Hesitantly, I followed them inside.

Half-naked women filled the room, their reflections dazzling in many full-length mirrors, their makeup enhancing and dramatizing their beauty. I was stunned. My eyes wandered, taking in the perfection of bodies around me. Breasts of ivory, dark and golden tones glimmered with sparkle dust. Thighs, long and lanky, enhanced with stockings and heels adding to their loveliness. 

I managed to find my voice. "There's been a mistake," I squeaked. "I'm not supposed to be here." I shuffled my feet, more than aware of my demise. I had to find Serena and fast.

"Of course you're supposed to be here," Isabel argued. She wouldn't take no for an answer. "Let's get you changed. You're already late for your set."

My mind whirled as Isabel showed me a wide array of lingerie. My fingers were shaking as I touched the lacy silk. I took a deep breath. I had to stay cool, ignore the erratic beating of my heart.  There might be a way out of this,  I thought as I selected an outfit.  If I looked like everyone else, I could sneak off to find Serena. I wouldn't stand out like I did before. Yeah, it just might work.  I felt calmer.

Satiny blue hugged my body, the silk molding me like second skin. I tried to cover my breasts jutting out from the flimsy material. I wasn't used to being dressed in such a revealing garment. I was startled as I caught sight of a reflection in the full-length mirror. This couldn't be me. 

The woman peering back at me was stunning. Shoulder length hair caressed her face, its golden highlights accented with sparkling pins. She moved her head, watching the lights capture the embedded sequins. She seemed delighted; her blue eyes observing her full reflection. In awe, she touched her cheek, no longer as pale as it had been. Her skin adorned the usual stage make-up, her blood red lips, a stark contrast to her ivory flesh. A side-glance in the mirror brought a renewed smile to her face. She admired herself in a whole new light. She brushed her palms across the material outlining her body in delicate layers of silk. Pleased, her hands lingered, her mind absorbing all she was taking in. She took a step closer...  

"Damn these shoes!" I grumbled at my clumsiness, forgetting the woman I'd been looking at. Scowling, I glared at the four-inch heels I had to wear. I feared for my life, wondering if I'd get though this night without a broken limb. I somehow doubted it. Where the hell was Serena? If I didn't sneak out of here now, I'd be in more hot water. I was already in deep enough. Hobbling, I headed toward the door, hoping no one would notice my clumsy departure. 

I had hoped wrong.

"Cassie, you going somewhere?" asked a voice behind me.

"Me? No..." I stammered, lying through my teeth. "I just needed some air, Delilah."

"Well, there's no time for air, dear girl!" Taking my arm, she led me in the other direction. In a voice I couldn't ignore, she bellowed, "You're up!"

My feet seemed to fly, no longer encumbered by my four-inch heels. I cursed silently. My plan had backfired.

Cheering filled the room as Delilah announced me. They called out my name, chanting over and over. "Cassie, Cassie, Cassie!" 

Damn! How am I going to get out of this?  I wondered, my mind in turmoil.

I couldn't move. My body retaliated, my limbs useless as I absorbed what was happening. I fought for control. I wanted to run offstage but was still unable to move. Something held me there. My feet were glued to the dance floor. The music droned on. Hollering came from a distance. I was in a time warp, and I remembered when dancing had helped me overcome teenage awkwardness. Memories were coming back. 

I recalled how I had danced before. How I'd felt the thrill in front of an audience. I breathed easier, placing myself there again. Part of me wanted to feel the rush again. I wanted to experience what Serena did.  I can do this,  I thought.  I know I can.  I slowly moved forward. I let my body feel the unique rhythm. I began to move, becoming one with the song. The crowd whistled in appreciation. I wasn't a teen anymore. I was a stunning woman in blue lingerie—and I was dancing for them.

Music filled my senses and I began to relax. I floated across the stage floor, led by the throbbing beat. I felt empowered by the audience. Their urging spurred me on, their excitement consuming me with each new step. I became more exotic in my dance. I danced like I'd never danced before, enjoying the attention of the rambunctious men. 

Slowing down, I looked ahead, swinging my hips to the music. Undaunted, I watched them as my hands caressed and teased. Their chanting grew louder, more intense. "Take it off!" could be heard in the distance. Their words echoed as more men joined in. They wanted more. More than I could give. I panicked. I turned, unsure of what I had begun. 

Then—I saw her. 

Dressed in beige satin, Serena stood behind me on stage. She looked like an angel, her hair cascading down her shoulders. She touched my arm lightly, letting me know I wasn't alone. We would dance together. We would succumb to the audience—give them a show they'd never forget. Our eyes were on each other. We began to move slowly to the music.

My mind reeled as I watched her dance. Close up, she was more enchanting. Her smile was contagious. Her lips, soft and sensual, curved upward on her face. Finely sculpted features appeared flawless. Her skin, a velvety cream, shimmered beneath the spotlights. 

I reached out to touch her cheek, unable to stop myself. I caught the twinkle in her eyes as she responded, her own hand reaching for mine. The men went crazy, yelling for more. Someone shouted, "Hey, that's the woman from the audience!" I didn't care. I was in Serena's world now.

Tuning out the noise, I became absorbed with my dancing partner. Our bodies were close, our hands interlaced as we swayed to the music. She entranced me as golden lights flickered to the rhythmic beat. I followed her lead, soon swept away by the thrill of the dance. 

The tempo changed, grew more demanding. Lights flashed in a kaleidoscope of colors as we touched, our breasts pressed against each other. Satin against satin, our hands still entwined, we danced. I was vaguely aware of the men's shouting. The noise didn't faze me. I was lost in my moment. 

I could smell her perfume. I savored the flowery fragrance, allowing it to fill my senses. I felt giddy, lightheaded from its scent. It was so womanly and sexy. I nuzzled closer, wanting to absorb her essence, feel her aura surround me. She was mystical, enchanting; I was hypnotized as her lips swept over mine for a delicate kiss.

Skin as soft as the satin she wore caressed me, bringing to life a feeling I'd never known. The kiss of a woman. The first kiss was beyond anything I ever imagined. Feather-light, her lips brushed over mine, sweeping me away with the new sensation. Arousal washed over me like a gentle tide, her touch as heavenly as an ocean's kiss. Her caress lingered, intensifying the awakening of my body. A life's pulse beat within. It filled me from the center of my being. 

I couldn't ignore the passion she stirred inside me. I kissed her fully, completely without reservations. Parting her lips, I slipped my tongue inside, relishing the silkiness within. Her mouth was warm, so inviting. She responded, exploring with eagerness. Our tongues entwined in a playful dance, searching, seeking the unknown.

Men whooped excitedly, some unable to behave themselves. Bouncers jumped onstage, stopping the few who'd ventured too close. The pandemonium we'd caused snapped us out of our reverie, but the music continued and so did our dance. My partner left my side, now dancing for the audience.

Exhilarated, I watched her perform for the men. She didn't let them down as she disrobed in front of them. Satin fell to the stage floor in a crumpled heap, discarded without thought. Her moves were seamless, her stripping as beautiful as the dance itself. Dressed in only a thong, lacy silk caressed her curves, riding high against her skin. I was mesmerized as she danced; her naked body one with the music. 

The crowd's cajoling carried on, their shrill whistles in the background. I was hardly aware as Serena came toward me. I stood, transfixed. Her fingers found the ties of my lingerie. She pulled the delicate satin, allowing it to sweep off my shoulders. It slid down, baring my flesh beneath. I was as naked as she, exposed beneath the lights on stage. The men went crazy. Bouncers remained diligent. 




Dancing Angel



Shame was the furthest thing from my mind. Adrenaline pumped though my veins as she drank in my nakedness. I boldly guided her hand toward my breasts, aching for them to be touched. The full impact of my arousal was obvious. Without thinking, I lowered my hands to the top of my thong, slipping my fingers inside.

Our dance had taken a different direction which didn't go unnoticed. The chaos in the crowd careened to full tilt, the bouncers' work cut out for them. Men were desperate to get on stage, shoving, pushing their way closer.

"We're done," Serena yelled, grabbing my hand. "Let's go, girl!" 

Dancers stared as we hurried along the corridor. Delilah's jaw was hanging open. Isabel's was worse. We ignored them, too caught up in the excitement of our performance. The men were still screaming, shouting for more.

"Cassie, this way!" Serena ordered anxiously. She grabbed my hand, leading me down more endless hallways. She walked quickly. Somehow, I kept up with her, despite my four-inch heels. 

"Where're we going?" I asked, praying it wasn't back to the dressing room. All I could think about was being alone with her.

"You'll see," she answered, her grin mischievous. 

The smile on her face was enough to vanquish any doubts I might have had. She held my hand tighter and I visibly relaxed. 

"Serena, where were you? I..."

"Shhh... We're here," she interrupted. She stopped in front of a wooden door with 'Private' displayed on its surface. "Welcome to my world, Cassie."

Her personal sanctuary awaited us. Our dance would continue once again.

* * * 

I was speechless as I stepped into the elaborate room. My eyes danced with excitement as I took everything in, my question all but forgotten. Burgundy accented leather-bound furnishings and tables of rich mahogany. Each elegant piece was laden with flowers, their fragrance filling the air with natural perfume. The scent was intoxicating.

I wandered further inside, my high heels digging into the lush carpeting. I quickly discarded them, wanting to feel its softness beneath my feet. Scrunching my toes, it felt heavenly. An image of clouds entered my mind as I floated across the room.

Serena floated with me. I sensed her behind me, following silently as I enjoyed my surroundings. I turned. Catching her unaware, I watched her caress the petals of roses in a vase nearby. She touched them lovingly, their rich texture against her fingertips. To my surprise, she pulled one out bringing it up to her nostrils. She inhaled deeply, savoring the aroma of the delicate flower. Smiling, she walked barefoot toward me, the rose still in her hand.

"A rose for you, Cassie," Serena said softly, her voice almost a whisper. "It represents beauty; its petals...soft skin; its leaves...outstretched arms, always loving and giving; and its stem...strength." She paused before going on. "I give you this rose, for you are special to me."

I was silent as she raised her hand, stroking my cheek with the beautiful flower.

"Cass, I'm sorry I disappeared on you earlier," she said, as she lowered the rose along the curve of my neck. "I didn't expect you to come looking for me. What were you thinking?"

"I...I couldn't wait," I stuttered, my words sticking in the back of my throat. I was entranced as silken petals flitted against my skin. "Where were you?" I asked, my mind more on the flower that trailed further down. I waited for her answer, anticipating where the blossom would go next.

"I had a client, Cass. I should have told you—I do private dances sometimes. I'm sorry," she said, her apology sincere.

"You're forgiven," I managed to say. The rose brushed slowly over my breasts. Its silken caress sent shivers through me, making it hard to concentrate. "They thought I was a dancer!" I blurted out despite the pleasure I was feeling. My arousal was evident. Soft petals of velvety red circled my nipples one at a time.

"You did well, Cassie," Serena smiled, delighted by my reaction. "Really well," she added, as her fingers replaced the petals of the rose. "I'd love to dance with you again."

"I'd..." I couldn't finish the sentence. My nipples tingled, burned from the effect of her touch. I stood paralyzed, enslaved by her wandering fingers. Closing my eyes, I enjoyed the sensations as she pulled, taunted and teased. I was lost in their magic as they danced against my flesh.

"Cass, open your eyes." Serena spoke softly, her voice gentle but firm. "Come, let's get more comfortable."

My knees felt weak, almost rubbery as I followed her, the luxurious carpeting squishing beneath my toes.

The bed was elegant. A large headboard of carved mahogany echoed the room's décor. I touched the huge mattress covered in burgundy satin. Scattered amongst the silken spread, throw pillows of ivory cream added to its grandeur. 

"Serena, my God, this room!" I was ecstatic.

"I know—it's for our elite guests. I consider you to be one of them," she responded, lighting candles near the bedside.

"Do you entertain others here?" I had to ask.

"I do private dances, Cassie...that's all," she replied, her expression genuine. 

I was thoughtful as she answered, conjuring up explicit images in my mind.

Soft music and candlelight completed the room creating a warm ambience around us. I watched her light the last candle, its golden flame flickering in a wild dance...a dance much like ours. Wild and free, it'd burn long into the night uninhibited.

I was taken aback as she walked toward me, bathed in shimmering light. She was exquisite, her figure, slender and beautiful to look at. The swell of her breasts, the rise of her hips, the graceful curves of her thighs were breathtaking. I swallowed hard.  

Our passion ignited a flame that would burn for hours to come. I moaned as her lips pressed against mine, desire compelling her aching need. Unyielding, she kissed me with the same intensity I exhibited on stage. I responded as her tongue delved inside, swirling, dipping, teasing.

"I want you, Cass," Serena gasped as she came up for air. "You want me too, don't you?" she asked. "I know you do."

A nod was all I could muster as she nudged my body down on the bed. Cushiony softness billowed beneath me, the burgundy silk cool against my skin. I was captivated as I watched her standing by the bed frame. There was a devilish glint in her dark green eyes, her smile deliciously wicked. She lowered her thong, further exposing her nakedness.

"I do want you." Somehow I said the words she wanted to hear, my voice barely audible in the room. I was hardly aware I had spoken as I took in her nudity silhouetted in the candles' glow. Our eyes held in the flickering light, shadows dancing on the wall beside us. Our arousal was obvious, our desire fueled by unrelenting passion. We remained motionless, savoring the moment.

"Serena..." I reached for her, urging her to join me on the burgundy spread. The mattress barely moved, her weight feather-light on the elegant bed. I was in heaven as she lay against me, her hair tumbling over her shoulders. The strands tickled, caressing my flesh in silken waves. I moaned, loving the sweet sensation. She kissed me again, butterfly kisses raining down my throat in a delicate swirl. With my head thrown back amongst the pillows, I closed my eyes reveling in her touch.

I abandoned all control when she caressed the soft curves of my breasts. Shivers ran through me. Her lips replaced her fingertips. I whimpered as her tongue circled, flitting against my nipples. She lapped them greedily, arousing the nubs to hardened peaks. She was relentless. Pursing her lips, she blew hot air on my saliva-soaked skin. Mewling sounds escaped my throat. She began to nibble, suck and tease. 

"Cass, you taste so good," Serena murmured in the midst of her pleasuring. She squirmed further down, her tongue swirling in a downward spiral. "I want to taste all of you. I need..."

Somehow, my thong disappeared before she finished the sentence.

"Serena..." was all I could say. I was without words. 

Slender fingers trailed along my calves as she knelt between my thighs. I inhaled a deep breath of air, invigorated by her touch. Roses filled my senses. The scent I loved mixed with the spicy aroma of burning candles. She touched me again, guiding her fingertips toward the soft curls on my mound. Her caresses soon made me forget the scent of roses. All I could think of was what she was doing to me. 

"God, girl..." A torrent of words gushed from my lips as she pleasured me. "I need—I want—don't stop—please—" I begged, pleading for more.

Deft fingers circled the tiny nub of flesh, driving me into a state of frenzy. I wiggled and squirmed, moving my hips in quick momentum. My breath came fast as I pushed against her, the pressure intensifying the sensation. Her fingertips flew, her touch branding me with fiery heat. 

"Cassie, you want more?" Serena asked teasingly. Her fingers slowed, almost stopping. "I'll give you more.

I was at the mercy of this dancing angel, my nakedness absorbed in the glowing candlelight. I watched her expression, enthralled by the desire I saw there. Her face was flushed, and her lips turned upward as she lay between my thighs. Accommodating her, I opened them wider, no longer inhibited.

Soft, sensitive lips brushed the delicate folds of my womanhood. I trembled when her mouth made contact. Her touch was electrifying, sending vibrations through my body's core. My hips rose as her warm tongue circled against my clit, up and down, back and forth, trailing over my flesh. Passion consumed me. I held her closer, my fingers entwined in locks of auburn hair.

Every nerve was alive, my body writhing beneath her. She taunted and teased again and again, sucking, nipping, pulling. I wriggled, slipping my hand down to the soft region of my sex. I felt her tongue gliding over hot, swollen skin, lapping in circular motions. We battled for possession. I rubbed frantically, enjoying the combined pleasure of my fingers and her tongue. I was in eternal bliss.

"Oh, God," I cried out. "Don't stop, girl..." I was helpless against her magic. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think as she flicked her tongue up and over, sideways and around. 

My chest heaved as I gulped greedily for air. I was shaking, climbing toward the brink of ecstasy. Her fingers touched mine, gliding over my clit before slipping inside me. One at a time they entered my softness, bathed in satiny cream. I sank into bliss. She fingered me with gentle thrusts, probing deep inside. I was almost beyond the point of no return. Her fingers plunged again and again before she released them, slipping them into her mouth. 

"Mmmmm... So good, Cass," Serena whispered, her words almost muffled. Tangy, bittersweet..." Liquid pools of desire burned in her eyes as she licked them one by one. Again she tongued my clit, circling around it, beneath it, over it. I arched, shuddering uncontrollably. 

"I want—I need—" I couldn't stop the pulsating surges flowing through my body. I ached for release. I was lost amidst the dance. My dancer, a lone woman, took me over the edge. 

"Mmmmm..."

My orgasm peaked. Undulating waves coursed through me in heavenly bliss. I stayed on the brink until the pulsations ebbed, the gentle breaking of a tide, coming no more. I lay still, my heart tapering to a rhythmic beat. Moments passed before I could speak. Before I could think...

The words finally came.

"Now, it's my turn." 

"Cass..." I need you, Serena murmured, her voice filled with arousal. She rolled beside me, pulling me over in one gentle sweep.

I smiled with renewed energy. A new dance would begin. I would be her dancer—a lone woman who knew what she finally wanted. A woman.

"Serena," I breathed, aware of her warm body beneath me. She felt cushiony soft, the sensation exquisite. "I want to pleasure you," I whispered shamelessly. "Right here, right now." 

I kissed her then, my lips searing into hers. Probing, I invaded her mouth with insatiable desire. I wanted to possess her, fulfill her every need. She responded. Her moans filled the room with an urgency I couldn't ignore. I left the warmth of her mouth. I nibbled, sucked, pulled the delicate skin of her lip before descending down further. My tongue ran rampant circling the dips and hollows of her throat—tasting the saltiness of her skin, mixed with the sweetness of perfume. 

"Oh, Cassie..." Serena's voice wavered. She leaned back, her hair spilling behind her in a silky mass. 

Her arousal was intense. I paused, feeling the rise and fall of her breasts against me—twin mounds of heated flesh, hot and heavy with wanting. Her nipples were prominent. Pale pink buds rose and fell as her breathing quickened. I needed to taste them, feel them against my tongue. I moved further down, nuzzling in the cleft of her bosom.

Moans became cries of ecstasy. Her voice carried into the night as my tongue swirled against her skin. I circled the tiny nubs, suckling them one at a time. They were rubbery soft, the texture like my own. I was exhilarated as she arched her back, writhing with pleasure. She was breathless as I pulled, nipped and teased.

"Cass—more—I want more—" Her tone was desperate, the words repeated again and again. 

Her pleas were not ignored. My hands slipped across her tummy as I eased down her body's length. I caressed her sensual curves, tracing a delicate route to her navel. Her belly-ring sparkled, its tiny stone captured by candlelight. I touched it lightly, admiring the jewel that lay against her. It was radiant, setting off her skin beautifully. 

Serena wriggled, her body alive with desire. She gasped. My fingers circled lower, caressing her bottom. The flesh was firm, supple beneath my touch. I explored, following the dips and curves trailing toward her shapely thighs. I knelt between them, nudging gently until they parted.

For a moment I stared, taking in the sight of her glistening flesh. Her essence enveloped me, tantalizing my senses. I wanted to taste her sweet nectar, savor it on my lips.

"Cassie, don't stop..." Her words were deep, penetrating. 

I let myself go—lost in the sound of her voice as I caressed her womanhood. Her mound was almost bare, her skin, velvety smooth. My heart pounded. Fluttery swirls filled my stomach. I was lightheaded from the sheer exhilaration of touching her.

Liquid silk bathed my fingertips. I slipped them between her satin folds, exploring the soft crevices within. Her flesh was slick, wet from her arousal. I rubbed the tiny node hidden beneath dark pink skin. It was hard, swollen, bursting for release. She cried out in pleasure as I circled it, moving my fingers in fluid motion. 

"Serena, you like this, don't you?" I asked naughtily. I stroked faster, enticing her into a response. 

"Yes! It feels so good..."

The candles illuminated her in the throes of passion. I watched, absorbed in her sensual display. Loud moans intensified as I fondled and kneaded her delicate skin. Her head thrashed against the pillows, her hair a mass of tangles. She arched against my hand, her hips lifting off the burgundy spread. Her eyes were closed, my name, an urgent plea on her lips.

"Cassie... Cassie..."

There was no holding back after hearing her voice. I nuzzled closer, my mouth descending on hot, pulsating flesh. She cried out again as I breathed her in, her scent inescapable. The smell of her arousal intoxicated me, surrounding me a haze of drunken lust. Smothered in the sweet essence of her perfume, I drank in her creamy nectar. 

"Girl... Oh, God..."

The sound of her pleasure escalated. Her hands dropped between her thighs as I suckled, tasting her for the first time. She held me tight against her in a moving vise of undulating passion. I was vaguely aware of pain. Her fingers twisted, ensnarling my hair in a desperate grip. 

Entrapped, I taunted her more. My tongue probed, flicking her clit in circular motions. Around, up, down, back and forth over and over again. Swirling, dipping, teasing, we became one being—a motion of flesh, moaning with uninhibited pleasure. 

Tremors began. She shuddered beneath me as I tongued her clit faster. She arched higher. I moved with her, taking her to unimaginable heights. Her moans deepened as my fingers slid into her moist depths. The soft feel of her blanketed them, enveloping them in silky heat. Slippery, wet juices squished my fingers as I thrust into her again and again. My tongue never stopped. Her moans never ceased.

"Mmmmm..."

Convulsing waves swept through her, her body trembling in the throes of release. She arched again, her orgasm escalating before receding into a stream of unending bliss. She lay motionless, her arms by her sides. The rise and fall of her breasts slowed, her passion finally sated.

"Cass," Serena murmured lazily, "you were incredible. I knew you'd be," she added, her voice growing softer. "I want to pleasure you all night long, sweet girl. Just need to catch my breath." Then she fell silent.

Neither one of us moved, our silhouettes still in the candles' glow. A peaceful calm washed over us in the aftermath of our lovemaking. The candlelight flickered. The music played its tantalizing tune. Beside me lay the rose—the flower that represented the beauty of a woman's heart, a woman's soul. I brushed the silken petals against my fingers remembering what they symbolized. Carefully, I raised the blossom and whispered softly into the night. 

"Serena, I give you this rose, for you are special to me." 

The End



Dancing Around the Fire



It was an activist "retreat." I wasn't even really part of the group anymore, having graduated from university, but I was doing some similar work so they invited me to tag along. It was mostly fun with a little bit of meeting thrown in so I decided, what the heck. Unfortunately, the balance of men to women was not what it should have been and by the third day of the retreat there were only two women and still six guys. 

But, that wasn't going to stop us from having a good time. There was snow on the ground and we had a nice cabin with plenty of space. We spent a lot of time meeting and a hiked around a bit, but after night fell, something drew us outside. 

We lit a fire, sang songs and talked for hours. All the while, a bottle of Jack Daniels was being passed around the circle and we were feeling the cold less and less and feeling our inhibitions even less than that. Being the eco-types it wasn't all that surprising when someone suggested that we all take off our clothes and "dance around the fire naked." 

It didn't start immediately, but being interested in seeing what might happen, I said, OK, let's start with just one item of clothing each. Well, my efforts have seldom worked so well. Instantly, sweaters were on the ground and we started walking around in circles around the fire. Soon, everyone had their shirts off, while the women still had their bras on. 

The two women were very different from each other. One was a college freshman, eager, nice, rather large tits and wonderfully naive. Her name was Beth. The other was someone older, mid-twenty's, also with large breasts, a great ass and a wonderful personality, Angela. 

Finally, Angela said, "Ok, Beth, it looks, like it is our turn" and off came the bras. Well, I had thought before that they both had great tits and I was right. Beth's breasts were even bigger than it had seemed with her shirt on and she had huge puffy nipples. I was practically salivating. Likewise, Angela's tits were large but perky with smaller nipples. 

You could tell that all the guys were very excited by what was to come. Well, that cleared the way for pants to come off and soon everyone was in their underwear. I had boxers on and my dick kept flopping out of the little hole in front. Angela saw it one time as I slipped it back in and she gave me a little smile. Well, we were all feeling pretty good and not much fear and eyes were shooting around the fire checking each other out. Finally, someone was brave, I can't even remember who and in a couple of seconds, all clothes were off. 

Beth was a natural blond and her rather sparse pubic hair was hardly visible, but could be seen when she was closer to the fire. She was clearly nervous but excited. Angela was a brunette and had a fuller bush and I swore that as she slipped off her underwear she gave me another little smile. 

We stood around giggling and just when it seemed like the night was coming to a close, people started to group off. Most stood near Beth while Angela and one of the guys, Tony, went off into the trees. Angela called me, but I couldn't quite resist nubile young Beth so I stayed put. 

Soon, it was an all out grope fest, hands all over Beth's body, breasts, between her legs. I was lucky and she started to stroke my cock, asking me how, I liked it. She knew the answer. She had great breasts and I bent over and started to suck her nipples while slipping my hand between her legs and rubbing her clit. 

It was getting hot and heavy and eventually someone suggested that we should go inside. We were upstairs in one of the bedrooms in an instant with Beth on the bed and three of us gathered around her. She said that she was a virgin and that she wanted to make sure she didn't get pregnant.

I had some qualms about fucking a virgin when she was so drunk, but it didn't take long before my dick was in her mouth. I was sitting on the edge of the bed and she had sat up and was leaning over to take me in her mouth. The others looked on hungrily. She was quite a cock sucker. Later she told me that she had sucked a high school boyfriend's dick before. I just closed my eyes, using my hands to play with her nipples. Then, as she sucked away, I saw Alex put on a condom and coax her ass up in the air. With one foot on the floor and one knee on the bed, he put his dick at her opening. She stopped for just a second, looked back smiled and went back to work. As, he pushed his cock inside her, there was a moan that was stifled by my dick in her mouth. Alex and I made eye contact, not quite believing what was happening. He started sliding his dick in and out of her. Within about thirty seconds, he was really pumping away, her breasts were swinging wildly and, to her credit, she kept sucking away. Well, I just couldn't last any longer and I shot my load. She took some in her mouth and then lifted off as the rest shot across her face and some into her sandy blond hair. 

Alex wasn't finished, but he wanted another position so he laid her down on the bed on her back, kneeled at the bedside and put his cock back inside her. Steve wasn't about to be left out completely, so he crawled up on the bed and, as Beth writhed about, slipped his cock into her mouth. She turned her head to take him in. 

I just laid there for a minute watching the seen unfold. Then, I began to wonder what was happening with Angela and Tony. 

To be continued...