0 comments/ 109145 views/ 2 favorites Lap Dance By: Chac My best friend (Todd) invited me to a tittie bar one night. I told him that my girlfriend (Nicole) and I had plans to play volleyball that same night so I wasn't going to be able to make it. He suggested that I ask her to come along too. The thought of my girlfriend getting off on another woman has given me an infinite number of erections and gallons of expulsed semen as far back as I can remember. I had periodically planted seeds of the idea in her mind. Sometimes she responded positively and other times she wasn't very responsive. I knew that she entertained the idea of having sex with another woman or having a threesome with another woman and me and she was definitely turned on by the idea. So I decided to ask her to go with us to the tittie bar. She didn't hesitate to agree when I invited her; my heart thumped my chest, my stomach churned and my cock reminded me of its existence. So it was all set. After our volleyball game we would meet Todd at our apartment, shower, get dressed and head to the tittie bar. It was packed, too crowded. It took five minutes to move five feet. We squirmed our way through the crowd, gathered three chairs that may or may not have been taken, ordered some drinks ($5.00 each) and tried to relax. Nicole was noticeably nervous and self-conscious. On our way to sit down all the horny men were ogling her. I can't blame them, she was wearing skin tight, black clam diggers and a thin yellow, cotton top. The pants hugged her full ass and thighs and the shirt barely contained her laden breasts. I got hard watching all the guys staring at her tits and ass, all them having to realize that I was lucky enough to fuck her. As we sat there we were surrounded by lap dances. Directly in front of us a sexy Arabian looking woman was grinding and rubbing her crotch against some guy, her tits smashed against his face, she was staring right at me, licking her lips, seeming to be begging me to do her. Nicole noticed this, made eye contact with me to let me know she noticed and was gently rubbing my cock. I was hard as soon as we walked in and now my balls were aching. In the distance I could see a girl with her hands against the wall in a police frisk position, she was squirming and rocking her ass and hips, giving some guy a great show. She had a great ass and she was a real pro. To our left a woman was facing away from her customer. Everything exposed except her ass hole and pussy. She was rubbing her ass on his pants constantly. I drank two beers and she was still there, still doing a fuck simulation on this guy. She was blond, maybe thirty, with a wonderful ass, and unfortunately, she had fake breasts. I don't like fake breasts but she had a sexy navel and her ass made up for the breasts. She just kept rubbing and rubbing. Nicole and I watched her for several minutes and she finally noticed our interest. I whispered into Nicole's ear asking if it was ok for me to rub her crotch while the tittie dancer watched. Nicole blushed and hesitated before answering but then she put my hand on her crotch as the tittie dancer alternately looked into my eyes, Nicole's eyes, and my hand on her crotch. I could feel Nicole's damp heat and I noticed a tiny wet spot on the upper leg of my pants. The bulge of my erection was in plain sight down the leg of my pants, halfway to my knee. You could even see the ridge where the shaft met the head. I could have brought myself to climax in two or three pulls. The crowd died down a little after an hour or so. Todd, Nicole and I made our way to the main stage. The MC announced each girl and she did a routine to the song of her choice. Other dancers were working the crowd, soliciting lap dances. Todd had a lap dance. Nicole and I watched Todd's lap dance as Nicole worked on my bulge in front of Todd's dancer. She was about 5'5", shoulder length blond hair, tan, the best ass you could hope for and perfectly shaped, small, firm breasts, real breasts. Todd really got the treatment, his approval showed through the crotch of his pants. I really wanted to buy Nicole a lap dance but I didn't know if she would go for it and I knew better than to put her on the spot without asking her first. The crowd got even smaller as another hour passed. We were good and drunk. Todd had stood up to get another drink and take a walk around the place and see what else he could find. I noticed some empty private booths in the back of the bar. I licked and breathed hot into Nicole's ear and whispered as I rubbed her pussy. I invited her to an empty booth and she accepted. As we made our way back to the booth I asked Nicole if she would mind if I had a lap dance. She said that seeing me get a lap dance would make her hot and jealous at the same time. She liked the idea and agreed. When we were nearing the private booth I noticed Todd's lap dancer approaching. She introduced herself as Nikki and offered a lap dance and of course I accepted. She pushed me into one of the seats, Nicole sat next to me commenting that she wanted a good view. The dancer started by wiggling out of her short cut off shorts and then her tube top. She was fully naked except for one of those frustrating thongs. I noticed how hot her body was before when she was dancing for Todd but this time, in the dim light of the booth, with Nicole sitting next to me moistening her panties this young slut's tummy, thighs, tits, and eyes had precum dripping down my leg. I was pretty drunk and feeling really nasty, I reached over with one hand and rubbed Nicole's crotch, right in front of Nikki while rubbing my cock with the other. Nikki wasn't just putting on a show at this point. She mounted me and helped me rub my cock. From my lap, she reached over and started rubbing Nicole's breasts and then her crotch. Nicole didn't even flinch. She didn't look at me for approval, she put her hands on the backs of Nikki's hands and guided her all over the curves of her own body. Nikki told us to hold on. She stood up and closed the curtain to the booth. I was getting really excited. Nicole told me to put my hand down her pants and finger fuck her. I had no shame. By the time the curtain was closed and Nikki was back in position, Nicole's clam diggers and panties were at her ankles and my middle finger was soaked. Nikki had my belt undone, my shirt was pushed up to my chest and my pants were at my ankles within seconds. She lowered her head on me and took my cock into her throat. I felt her teeth on my balls and abdomen and felt my head being squeezed by her throat. Nicole was watching us and guiding my finger into her slit. I was at the brink of an orgasm so I pushed Nikki off and guided her body in Nicole's direction. Nikki was biting and sucking the insides of Nicole's thighs before I knew it. Nicole laid back and pushed her pussy forward against Nikki's mouth. I was stroking myself with Nikki's saliva and watching a life long fantasy. After about five minutes Nikki took my hands and pulled me out of the seat. She pushed me on top of Nicole. Nikki reached around from behind me and gripped my cock. She gave it a few strokes and pushed it into Nicole. Nikki was pushing me by the ass forcing me to pump Nicole. I followed her lead matching the rhythm of her hands, poking and banging Nicole quickly. Nicole pushed against my thrusts and was whimpering and moaning; I didn't think about it then but I know that the other customers must have heard us. Nikki backed away from us and lay back on the seat opposite us. I turned my head and could see her with her index finger in her cunt and her middle finger in her ass hole. I got Nicole to look too and when she saw what Nikki was doing she screamed and started fucking me even harder. She bloodied my back with her fingernails as I filled her with cum. When I was finished I pulled out of Nicole and turned around. The curtain was opened a crack and Nikki was gone. I didn't even have to pay for the "lap dance". Lap Dance She stood before him dancing for his eyes only. He watched in the darkness, his eyes taking in every inch of her breathtaking beauty. From her long, soft hair to her shapely ankles, she was a vision of perfection. Every curve, every fold of her body was made for caressing. Her golden skin gleamed under the one soft light that highlighted her. She wore spiked heels on her feet and they only added to her long, cool proportions. Her breasts were two, perfectly round orbs. He could easily imagine his face buried between their bounty. Her face formed into an elegant neck which sloped down into two lovely shoulders. Her arms were long and sinewy, her hands small and gentle. The fingers were graceful, tapering into manicured nails that were painted a blood red. Her stomach and waist were perfect, swelling into gentle hips. Her legs were long and lean, dancer's legs from the top of her thighs to the tips of her feet. Her face was formed from flawless bone structure and pure, unblemished skin. The long, tawny hair surrounded it like an incredible cloud of silk. Her mouth was made for kissing with succulent, juicy lips. The aquiline nose was strong and her cat-like eyes were fringed by incredibly long, thick lashes. Those deep green pools were the one part of her that he could not turn away from. Her eyes were extraordinarily beautiful, eyes he had never seen before in his life. They twinkled at him, never leaving his own eyes. He smiled at her and she smiled back, her lips parting seductively. He watched as her body swayed to the music, her fingers caressing her own flesh. She wore nothing but a wispy, triangular piece of red material that covered her femininity. His gaze went back to her eyes, always those eyes. Those luscious breasts, long, perfect legs, golden skin and luxurious hair all paled in comparison to those unbelievably magnificent eyes. She came to him, her long, lithe body moving sylphlike. She put her hands on his shoulders and straddled him. She barely touched him as she began to gyrate her hips over him. Her lush breasts were mere inches from his face. All he had to do was reach out and take one into his mouth... His hands were at his sides. He could not touch her but oh, how he wanted to. Her body begged to be touched by him but the rules were that he had to keep his hands to himself. He was sweating. She turned him on so much as he watched her undulating. Her eyes stayed with his. She cradled his face in those lovely hands of hers and leaned forward to him. She took his face and buried it between her breasts, moving them from side to side. He moaned as her soft, fragrant bounty captured him. He had fantasized about this and now it was happening. She put her hands over her breasts and caressed herself. She smiled knowingly at him. She knew what that did to him. His chest heaved with his lust for her as he watched her so intently. As she touched herself, she licked her already moist lips. Her lips parted in a show of ecstasy. She turned around and sat down on his lap. She began to grind her hips into him. Her tight buttocks caused him to swell even more and he could not hold back any longer. The rules said that he could not touch her but he knew that rules were meant to be broken. His arms went around her and he held her body to his. One hand covered a soft, supple breast, the other dipped between her legs. "Now you've gone and done it," he whispered against her ear. "I want you and now I'm going to have you. Let's go somewhere we can be alone." She smiled and leaned back against his chest. She encircled her arms around his neck. "We are alone," she told him in a sexy purr. "Remember?" He chuckled softly. "I know. I mean, let's go into the bedroom." She stood up and looked at him again. "You can have me anytime you want me." "I want you now." He took her hand and led his wife into the bedroom. This was one birthday present he would remember for a very long time. Lap Dance She sat on the floor between his legs. He sat above her on the futon and they both stared mindlessly in the direction of the television. Her body was charged with sexual tension and she was ready to combust. He placed his hands on her delicate shoulders and rubbed them. He used his long slender fingers to stroke the curve of her neck and his hands traveled across her collarbone and down the front of her v- neck shirt. He swiftly slipped his hand under her bra and cupped her breast. She enjoyed his caresses, but she felt like taking charge. She turned her head and he leaned towards her. Their lips met in a soft, yet hungry kiss. She twisted her body around and knelt before him. She loved the way he greedily kissed her and continually sought to thrust his tongue deeper and to own more of her soul. She stood up and pushed him against the back of the futon. He looked up at her and excitement and wonder flashed through his chocolate brown eyes. She straddled his lap and ground her groin against his. She wanted him badly. He placed his hands on her hips and she grasped his head with both hands and pulled him towards her. Their tongues warred within their mouths until he broke the kiss and started in on her neck. He knew that she couldn't resist having her neck liked, kissed, and sucked. She let her head fall back as she enjoyed his warm mouth sucking, biting, and kissing her neck. She swiveled her hips against him to show her approval. He continued licking her neck until she couldn't take it any longer. She pushed him away from her and took back control of the situation. She grabbed the bottom of her sky blue shirt and pulled it over her head. She felt very sexy tonight and she was in a devilish mood. She let her shirt plop to the floor behind her. She ran her fingers through her hair and piled it on top of her head. She rotated her hips on his groin and gave him a seductive grin. As she looked upon him she was shocked. This was the first time that she had ever looked at him and saw, reflected in his eyes, that he was attracted to her. She wanted him even more now. She wished that he would make love to her. She leaned in close to him and nibbled on his earlobe. She kissed and licked his neck, repaying him the torture that he had given her. She needed him and she felt that she couldn't wait any longer. She grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. She kissed his collarbone and lightly bit his nipples. She grabbed his biceps and squealed with delight. She absolutely adored his arms. She enjoyed knowing that she was with someone who could protect her. She loved lying wrapped in his strong, manly arms. She loved knowing that he was strong enough to overcome her, but that he was so gentle and so loving. As she fawned over his arms he reached behind her and unclasped her aquamarine velvet bra. He pulled the garment away from her breasts and deposited it on the pile of clothes behind them. He massaged one of her breasts with his large hand and teased the other with his skilled tongue. It took her some time to teach him just how she liked to be touched, but he quickly mastered the skill. She pressed her hips against him and he unzipped her jeans in response. He wrapped his arms around her, stood up, and carried her into his bedroom. She was overwhelmed that she was finally with a man who was willing to take charge and she let him have total control over her. He gently laid her on the waterbed as he feverishly removed her shoes, socks, and her blue jeans. He unbuttoned his own pants and dropped them to the floor. He pulled her panties down her long legs and let them fall to the floor. He laid down on top of her and kissed her neck. She mashed her mouth against his and pushed her aching groin into his body. She wanted the smooth, sweet friction that their bodies created. He wiggled out of his boxers and kicked them to the floor. He repositioned her on the bed and hovered over her before plunging himself deep within her. She sighed with the relief that he was bringing to her tingling cunt. He kissed her passionately as he thrust in and out of her. She was not expecting things to be as slow and sweet as they were but she enjoyed it immensely. She raised her arm above her head and he placed his arm on top of hers. Magically their fingers intertwined, and they held hands during sex. It was the ultimate physical and emotional bond and she suddenly became scared because she knew that she was falling for him. She thought that he was falling for her, but she couldn't read him, and worried about getting her hopes up. She bit his neck and raked her nails down his back. He grabbed her thigh and pulled her leg up. She enjoyed when he took charge of the situation. He tortured her by continually sucking on her neck. She arched her back and he threaded his fingers in her hair and gently pulled her hair. She bucked her hips and smiled in spite of herself. His throbbing cock rubbed against the entrance of her vagina and the stimulation was driving her insane. He kissed her on the forehead before whispering her name followed by exclamations of "OH GOD!" She had never had a man say her name during sex and every time he did she felt like crying. No man had ever paid so much attention to her during sex, and no man had ever satisfied her as much as he did. His strong arms gripped her as his body became tense. He was at the point of no return and she sensed this and synchronized her movements with his. "Oh God! I'm gonna cum!" She wrapped her arms around him and scratched her nails down her back. She loved hearing him talk dirty to her during sex. She continued thrusting his hips until he came inside of her and she rode the waves of his orgasm with him. He collapsed on top of her and she kissed his shoulder. He rolled off of her and sat propped up on pillows. She laid in the crook of his arm with the covers pulled just above her breasts. His strong arm supported her head as his hand gently caressed her arm and she wished that things could be like this between them always. Lap Dance There weren't any special lights. The music wasn't deafening. The drinks weren't too expensive. And, the other men in the room were very friendly. In fact, the three other men in the room, my living room, were some of my best friends and coworkers. Chip was the guy everyone just naturally liked. I think that's what made him such a great salesman. Irish smile, blond hair and always, always, smiling. Tom was the, tall, dark, and handsome one. Although the youngest in the group, he just always took control of a situation. In fact, it was his taking control that had all eight of us here, now, doing this. Jerry was the finance guy. Great guy and on his second beautiful Oriental wife. And, speaking of wives? Well, Jerry's little Sue, I don't recall what her actual name was, is just the cutest little thing you'll ever see. She can't be five foot tall and her slim little body shows all the right curves. Chip's wife is Linda. Tall, slender frame, good posture always, the business woman type. She's always so serious but she's also always willing to please Chip. Tom's wife, Pam, is quiet, yet always smiling and, like Linda, always willing to please her husband in any way he asks. I'd say that Pam's best feature would be her smile and the dimples it displays. My wife, Jan, is probably the one with the figure most admired by the group. Great tits that didn't sag one little bit. Tall, slender, and pretty. And, she's likely the most intelligent of the group and that makes it hard for me to manipulate her into something like this. I'm just an adventurous guy who just can't get enough adventure. My name is Mike. I was in the military, in fact Special Forces, when I met Jan. Hell, I can't even get within a hundred of how many females, girls and women, I had before Jan. I never even thought about swinging because there were just so many women available for a young guy in the position I was in. But after marriage it wasn't long at all before I started thinking about it. Not that I wasn't in love with Jan, but just because they were there..., and willing. I was, am, and will continue to be, totally emotionally monogamous but I just don't think that taking a life's partner means giving up life's opportunities for excitement. Jan knew this about me and we'd discussed it many times. But every time I thought she was coming to my way of thinking she'd go back to her, 'the fantasy is the best part', seclusion! Hell! The fantasy is simply the foreplay to me. I've always been the one that thought, "if it's worth fantasizing about, it's worth trying." So, back to about an hour ago. The Red Lobster restaurant, four couples finishing their meals, the waitress bringing one last round of after-dinner drinks. "How about we check out that new strip club we were talking about at work?" Tom threw in between Sue's saying the shrimp had been overcooked and Pam agreeing. "And just what strip club might that be?" Linda raised an eyebrow and looked at Chip who looked a little sheepish. "Well," Chip paused to consider the most politically correct response, "we haven't been there yet, but it's supposed to be real upscale and nice." Chip paused another moment before adding, "and it's going to try to appeal to couples and not just men." "That's what I was thinking," Tom looked right at Linda and continued, "let's make sure they have at least four couples tonight, OK?" Tom paused, looked at each of the wives individually before adding, "I dare you all to go with me." "I'm game," Jerry didn't hesitate to make his vote clear, then without consulting her he added his wife's vote, "and Sue will go to." "I'll go," Pam grabbed Tom's arm and leaned into him, "if Linda and Jan go too." "OK." Linda didn't show any expression at all as she answered. Now nobody even noticed that I was being quiet. Hell, everyone there knew I'd be in for anything like that. And everyone looked at Jan and I was afraid that this would be one of those 'I hate being the spoil sport' moments that I had to hear about for days. I guess I didn't blame her for being put on the spot like that. "Why do we want to go to some silly club with some women who are probably drug addicts and prostitutes?" Jan looked around the table and saw the disappointed faces of the men and the curious faces of the other women. She looked right at me very seriously, then I noticed the slight wicked grin beginning to form as she continued, "if the men want to see some ladies dancing provocatively, and even stripping, then why do we need to go out in public?" OK, now I thought she was going to say that we have our wives to strip for us every night and that should be enough. Jan smiled even more as she took the margarita that had just been brought, licked some salt from the rim with a slow, sensuous, movement of her tongue, licked it across her lips provocatively, and then took a sip of the drink before dropping the bomb shell. "Why don't we go to our place and we ladies can be your strippers?" She glanced at the other women with a confident and daring look and added, "Are you game?" Speechless is an understatement! I was disbelieving my ears. "Sounds OK to me," Pam spoke so quietly that I wasn't sure I'd heard her but I was sure what she added, "I'm game if everyone else is." "Sue's in." Jerry smiled excitedly as he answered for his wife. "Sure," Linda still showed no emotion as she spoke, "but are we talking about only dancing for our husbands?" "Well," Jan glanced at Sue and Pam, then looked at Linda and finished, "we'll all be in the same room, won't we?" Jan thought a moment before adding, "and the reason the men wanted to go to the club was to see different girls, right?" "Damn!" Chip spoke out loud but it was clear he didn't mean to. He was looking at Jan's face as she spoke but when she finished he was looking at those great tits that he never thought, until now, that he'd ever really get to see. Tom was eyeing the little Sue and it was very apparent that Jerry wanted Pam by the way he was ogling her. Hell, I'm like the old bull that told the young bull, who wanted to run down and get a cow from the herd, "I'll walk down and get them all! But, I think it was obvious who the, at least, initial partners would be in this. And as I watched Jan wink at Chip, I looked at Linda and saw a rare smile on her face as she looked back at me. We were in two cars so I can't say what was said in the other, but in ours, the conversation was not about our intentions at all. I felt it sort of weird that neither us or Tom and Pam said anything about where we were going and what we were going to do. When we got home the other car was already in the drive. The other two couples were on the front porch and we quickly got out of my car and joined them and I opened the front door and we all went in. Everyone was obviously nervous. I'm guessing the gals because of what they'd agreed, and were about, to do. Us guys were simply in shock and excited and totally afraid that something would happen to stop this. But nothing did. Nothing at all. "Pam?" Jan spoke as soon as everyone was in the living room. "Would you help me get the men some chairs?" "Sure," Pam didn't hesitate at all, "where?" "Let's get the dining chairs and put them in the living room, OK?" "Yes," Sue spoke for a rare time, "dining chairs are good lap dance chairs." "And," Jan smiled at little Sue, "just how do you know so much about lap dancing?" "I lap dance for Jerry often." Sue spoke with such an innocent honesty that it caught everyone off guard. "Jerry like me to lap dance for him, and I like lap dancing, it fun." There was silence. Jan and Pam went to the kitchen and returned with four of the dining room chairs. They placed the chairs against the open wall about three or four feet apart and told the men to take a seat. I took the chair on the far left, Chip on the far right and Jerry and Tom took the two middle ones. "Well," Jan was the first to speak after the men were in their places, "since Sue's the only one, I'm guessing," Jan looked at Pam and Linda who both nodded agreement, "who's actually done this, why don't we let her show us how?" "OK," Sue quickly answered and smiling, added to our surprise, "but I want to dance for Tom now." "Let there be music." Jan turned on the stereo and grinned as she reached to dim the lights in the room. Pam, Jan, and Linda sat on the couch on the opposite side of the living room as Sue began to sway to the music and work, ever so slowly, her way over to, a very delighted, Tom. Sue was turning, slowly moving forward, unbuttoning her shirt, and undoing her tight jeans, all in one incredibly fluid motion. I don't know about the other guys but I was rock hard by now. This cute little Oriental lady was a pro. And, damn! What a hell of a nice little body she had. I looked at Jan and the other two ladies and noticed they were as transfixed as we were. Now I don't know Pam and Linda as well, but I know that horny look on Jan. And it was very there! As Sue made her final turn away, just a few feet now from Tom, I was so glad that Tom was in the chair next to me. I could tell by the smiles on Jan, Linda, and Pam's faces that Sue must be smiling at them as she bent over, reached back and unclasped her bra letting it fall to the floor. Then she was reaching down and sliding her thin panties down her legs and stepping out of them completing the trail of clothes that led from the couch to our chairs. Sue's little naked butt was within an easy reach of me and it was so tempting but I just wasn't sure of the rules. Plus, she was dancing for Tom right now and with her smiling husbands, obvious, approval. "Are we allowed to touch?" Tom held his hands up as Sue turned and showed us all her gorgeous little breasts and that silky soft looking wasp of pubic hair. "When she dances for me, I sure do." Jerry laughed as he spoke, then added, "We're not going to have rules here, are we?" "We're lap dancing, not swapping wives, right?" Linda looked at a disappointed Chip as she made her statement. "But, it's almost impossible to lap dance without touching something." Jerry had his sales spiel ready as he seemed to be prepared to negotiate the issue. "It's not that I mind contact," Linda spoke defensively, then added, "I'm not on the pill and it's about that time." I was relieved to hear Linda's response because I was pretty certain that she was going to be my private dancer tonight. And, I sure didn't want to draw the lady who was most hesitant to enjoy herself. "OK, so the only rule besides 'what plays at the Jones's, stays at the Jones's, is no intercourse, OK?" Jan was starting to stand up and was already unbuttoning her blouse as she spoke. "I saw one of the girls at a club giving head to a guy once." Chip just had to push the rules. "We're just drawing the line at fucking." Pam stood up beside Jan now and also started to disrobe. I'd been distracted by the negotiating but noticed that Sue had continued her dance as if nothing had been said. And, she was doing as good a job as any pro I'd ever seen. She twisted, turned, swayed and swooped her little body all over and around a smiling Tom. And my friend, Tom, was enjoying every moment of it too. Hell, so was I. The only difference is that Tom was getting to feel of those beautiful breasts, hips, thighs, and I even notice him reaching down and feeling Sue's little ass and pussy too. As stimulating as it was to watch Sue and Tom, it was even more stimulating to watch as my beautiful wife was taking off the last of her clothing now and was finishing her dance to a smiling Chip. And, having never seen Pam naked before, it was a real delight to see that her body was ever bit as nice as it had been in my mind's eye. As Pam slipped her panties down over her foot she smiled at me, but then danced her way to Jerry. I was alternating watching Jan as she seduced Chip, and Pam as she was rubbing her body all over Jerry but quickly turned my complete attention to the last lady of the group. Linda was transfixed with the sight of Jan sitting her naked butt in Chip's lap and rubbing back and forth with the music. I thought for a moment that Linda might be the link that just wasn't going to fit. Then I saw a smile on Linda's face, and when I looked at what she was looking at I saw that Chip was grinning ear to ear as he rubbed his face back and forth across Jan's large, firm, breasts. "He's been dying for your breasts for years, Jan," Linda stood, began undressing, and added, "now he's in big breast heaven." As Linda completed her disrobing I noticed that, although small, she had one of the nicest set of breasts in the room. Firm, but not hard like fake ones, well shaped and with gorgeous long, dark, nipples. We're talking almost an inch and they might get longer with some talented attention from me. Linda finally took her eyes off of her husband and my wife and began her dance across the living room to me. I have to admit that I did want to watch every single thing that was happening with the other couples, but I also wanted to savor every second of my time with my dancer too. So, I looked deeply into Linda's eyes, smiled, and leaned back in my seat as she approached. "You're beautiful, Linda." I more mouthed the words than spoke them. "Thank you," Linda smiled as she mouthed her words back to me, "I've always thought you were the best looking guy at the store." OK, she might have just been being nice. She might have just been saying what she thought she should say. But, I didn't care and right now I was glad I had her, although Sue and Pam were pretty damn hot too. Linda approached, facing me, and leaned down and tentatively, pressed her lips against mine. I wasn't expecting a kiss and it caught me off guard so my lack of response was probably misinterpreted. I looked over, saw that Chip and Jan had been kissing too and realized that, that, is what probably gave Linda the OK to kiss me. Linda's legs were perfectly shaped. Her pubic hair was thick but covered only a small patch around her vagina. Her belly was flat and she had a belly button that you could almost fuck as another orifice, a real inzie. As Linda approached again I reached out and placed my hands on her thighs and felt how soft her flesh was. She swayed in my embrace and I pulled her gently forward allowing my face to be close enough to smell her heat. I let my hands wonder up her thighs and over her hips until I was feeling up her sides to each side of her perfect breasts. Then I reached slightly behind her and pulled her gently toward me, and this time it was me who was, initiating the kiss. Linda's lips were soft. I felt her continue to sway as our lips remained pressed together. Then she broke the kiss and turned away from me. She looked back over her shoulder as she allowed herself to almost sit in lap, but maintaining her legs support, she rubbed her naked ass across the bulging crotch of my jeans, not once but several times. Linda stood again, took several dance moves to turn back around, then straddled me and placed her mouth on mine once more. Now Linda can kiss! Man, can she ever kiss. Her lips, her tongue, and even her soul was in that kiss. I think we might have been kissing for several minutes before I was aware that she was also dry humping my cock through my jeans. Well, it was dry inside my jeans, (at least so far), but she had the zipper and outside pretty darn wet. When we finally broke the kiss Linda had her arms around my neck and leaned back, allowing my cock to rub against her ass as well as her pubic area. I began to hump back against her and, leaning forward, managed to get one of her sweet breasts in my mouth. As I sucked that long nipple I felt it get even harder and, amazingly, longer. We continued to dry fuck each other and I alternated from one nipple to the other sucking them like I might suck a small penis. I knew I wouldn't cum. I seldom cum without vaginal intercourse. But, I didn't care. I was having one of the best sexual experiences of my, very experienced, life. I felt Linda humping in a different, and more assertive, manner now so I reciprocated accordingly. I now removed the hand that I'd been holding the breast I was currently sucking, keeping the other still on the other breast, and let it slide down Linda's belly to her pubic area. I began to suck her nipple even more aggressively as I also rubbed her very swollen and wet clitoris. Linda responded by hunching against my hand, as well as my cock. I could tell she was getting close so I allowed a finger to enter her and found that ribbed area easily. Linda was pushing her breast hard against my face and fucking my finger with earnest now. She stopped her motion for the first time and then lurched hard against me. Then, stopping again she pushed my face away from her nipple and gave me my life's second best kiss as she lurched her pelvis again onto my finger. Have you ever felt a woman's insides as she really cums? You know, that wet, but squeaky clean feel? Well, along with her muscles contracting on my finger, I felt it very much right then. I so wanted my cock to be inside that pussy at that moment but knew it just wasn't going to happen. But I also relished the experience I'd just shared with Linda. "God, fucking, damn," Linda whispered in my ear as we broke the kiss and she had calmed down a bit, "pardon my French, but," she looked at me and grinned, "God, fucking damn!" "I totally agree," I smiled back at her and leaned in and gave her a nice, quick, kiss on the lips before adding, "in any language, Linda, you're really a hot young lady." For the first time in what seemed hours, I looked over at the others. Beside me, Tom had his pants undone. Who knows if he'd done it or if Sue had, but his pants and his underwear were around his knees. Sue was sitting in floor, still naked, in front of him and was slowly stroking his cock. It was obvious that they'd been watching Linda and I. I looked to see if there were any signs that Tom had cum but realized that, if he had, Sue must have taken the evidence in some way or the other. Pam was sitting in Jerry's lap. She was slowly lifting her body up and down in a manner that appeared they were still slowly fucking. I could tell that Jerry still had his slacks on, but his fly could certainly be open. By the looks on their faces it appeared that, whether actually fucking or not, they'd both been satisfied. Jan was sitting in the floor in front of Chip just like Sue was with Tom, only Chips pants were still on. But, his fly was open and Jan had Chips soft penis in her hand, fondling it idly. The mass of white cum on Jan's breasts told the story there. People began to get dressed or just get organized a little better. I, for one, hadn't undressed at all but it did take some adjustments to be able to stand. "What played at the Jones's," Jan spoke in a rather cheerful voice as she broke a long moments silence, "stay's at the Jones's." "Absolutely!" Chip responded first. "Totally." Pam was still dressing as she spoke. "Here, here." Jerry, Tom and I affirmed almost as if we'd rehearsed it. "And next time," Linda surprised everyone when she confirmed what all of us must have been thinking, "it can stay at the Smith's, OK?" Lap Dance "OK, Larry, you guys have fun," he said as he hung up the phone. "Let me guess," she said, as she finished dusting off the last of his golf trophies on the mantle," they're going over to Sapphire's again." "Yeah," he shrugged as he fumbled with his tie and glanced at his watch. "You know Larry. Gotta make it there before the two-for-one specials are over." She tugged at the waist of her dusty T-shirt with one hand as shook the feather duster in the ashcan with the other. She wrinkled her nose. "Cheapskate." He walked over to her and grabbed her around the waist from behind. "Hey, as many as he gets, he needs to save all the money he can. Twenty bucks doesn't go nearly as far as it used to." "Oh," she said in mock indignation as she threw her head back into his shoulder, "like it did when YOU used to go there with them?" He squeezed tighter. "Don't you mean, when WE used to go there with them?" She put her hands on his wrists and slowly pulled his arms apart. "Hey, for educational purposes only," she smiled. "And watch those sleeves, mister, unless you want to be the one to take that suit to the dry cleaners. I'm filthy." He whispered in her ear as he withdrew. "Only above the neck, darlin'. Only above the neck." She walked towards the kitchen, then turned. "You know, it's not too late to catch them, if you really want to. I won't mind." He stretched his arms and yawned. "Nah. I'm beat. I think I'll just pass out in the comfy chair for a while," he said as he threw his jacket onto the sofa and plopped down on the recliner. "Suit yourself," she smiled as she walked to the stereo and turned it on. I'm going to take a shower before I start dinner." "Take your time," he mumbled as he closed his eyes and drifted off, despite the fact that the volume on the stereo was a bit higher than he was used to. Sometime later, he awoke to the feeling of an arm around his neck. "Hey, Mister," came a voice in his ear. "What you say I take you back in the corner and abuse you with my body." He slowly opened one eye. Then the other. Then he blinked twice, but when he reached up to rub his eyes, her hand caught his and brought it up to her mouth. "I promise," she purred. "It'll be the best twenty bucks you'll ever spend." She was sitting on one arm of the recliner, leaning provocatively on his shoulder. She was wearing an emerald green gown, split so far up the sides that her green t-back was visible as she raised her left leg and gently laid it across his lap. "If you wanna talk for a while, that's OK too, but I gotta make a living, you know," she smiled as she brought her right hand up to play with her hair, which was held up with a large golden dragon hairpin. "It's been kinda slow tonight, what with the playoffs and everything." He finally managed to clear the sleep from his eyes and attempted to take in his surroundings, but found he just couldn't focus on anything other than those green eyes and the smell of lilies. He breathed deeply. "Oh," she said with a toothy smile. "Can't get enough of that body wash, can you? One of the best investments I ever made. In this line of work, we gotta take advantage of every little thing we can. Lot of competition, you know." She started playing with his tie. "None like me, though. I give the BEST dances in the whole town." He started to say something, but was interrupted by the sound of the DJ announcing a song change. Suddenly, she jumped from the recliner and stood before him, looming over him, shaking all over. "I LOVE this song. C'mon, Mister, whataya say?" Again, he looked up into those green eyes and all he could do was nod. She grinned and lifted both hands to the straps of the gown, then turned her back to his and proceeded to lower first the right strap, then the left. Bending down in front of him, she leaned back so her head was on the edge of the recliner seat to give him a view as she slowly lowered the gown past her breasts. Then she slowly rose on top of him, rubbing her back on his chest as the gown came down past her waist to reveal the whole of the green t-back. Lowering herself onto his lap, she raised her legs one at a time, slowly dragging the gown over one, then the other, finally lifting it up to his face and draping it slowly about his neck. Again, he breathed deeply, taking in the floral aroma. Slowly raising herself again, back still to his, she craned her neck back so it lay on his left shoulder and whispered in his ear. "Don't be shy, Mister. Enjoy," she said seductively as she grabbed his right hand in hers and brought it up to her waist. Then she grabbed his left in hers and brought it gently to her thigh as she rubbed her body up and down on his chest, nibbling his left ear as she continued. "Watch this." With both his hands still in hers, she brought them over to her shoulders and placed them there. Then she leaned forward, put her hands on his knees, and began moving slowly in his lap, side to side, up and down, grinding to the beat of the music, feeling him growing under her, smiling as she felt him respond, finally moving his hands up and down her arms as she rocked back and forth merrily on his lap. After a few more moments of this, she slowly bent down on the floor, adjusted her t-back, and turned around to face him. Slowly she ran her hands on the inside of his thighs, moving her body up between his legs and rubbing her breasts, one then the other, over his crotch; all the time looking up at him and smiling widely as their eyes locked. Then, again, very slowly, she rose up against his chest, raising her right leg to lie over his left and leaning her head on his left shoulder. Grinding her left leg slowly into his lap, over and over again, she nibbled on his ear and continued to whisper. "C'mon, don't be shy, Mister. This is the best dance you're ever gonna get. Enjoy it." Then she rose further above him and, cupping her left breast in her hand, brought it to his mouth, letting out a slight sigh as he responded, slowly, delicately, tickling her nipple with his tongue as she continued to move her leg up and down his lap. Then he moved his hands down and stroked her buttocks, drawing a smile and halting giggle. "That's more like, it, Mister. Yeah. Just like that. Now, you're learning..." "Err, thanks, I guess," he managed weakly between gasps of pleasure. Then he smiled knowingly. "Uh, I'm kinda new at this... you're going to have to..." "Sure," she interrupted as she caressed the back of his neck though the gown. And then she withdrew in front of him and turned her back to him once again. Leaning backwards, she laid her head on his right shoulder and brought his hands to her breasts, all the while moving her butt vigorously in his lap. "A few house rules," she whispered as she licked his earlobe and moaned slightly as he tweaked her nipples. "First," she said as she moved one of his hands to her neck, "you can touch as high as possible..." And moved his other hand to her thigh, "and as low as possible..." Then she moved both her hands to cover her crotch, smiled wickedly, and whispered as she continued grinding away, "...so long as you leave possible alone." "If there's one thing the boss doesn't tolerate, it's the customers playing around with the possibilities," she chuckled, and moved his hands back to her breasts. He smiled broadly at that, but not enough to forget where he was and what he was doing. His hands continued to manipulate her nipples as his tongue reached out and found her neck. "Second, "she moaned, then after hesitating for several seconds as she caught her breath, continued, "Mr. Happy has to stay in the pants." "Awwww," he frowned and nibbled on her neck. "Where's the fun in that?" She reached down and stroked the inside of his thigh as she continued to grind her leg into his lap. "Don't tell me Mr. Happy's not happy at the moment, Mister," she replied as she grabbed a hand from her breast and plopped one of his fingers in her mouth, moving it in and out obscenely. Of course, he had no answer for that. Letting out a soft laugh, she adjusted herself once more, rising off him and turning back around to face him. Her hands went first to her mouth, then to his chest, as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He raised his hands to her head and started playing with her hair. Then as her hands snaked under his shirt and found his nipples, he closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. His eyes still closed, he took in the sensation as she deftly circled his nipples with the wetness from her fingers. He continued to play with her hair as he felt her rise up and down over Mr. Happy, not particularly caring which part of her body she was using at the moment. He was long past that now. A few moments later, she raised her face to his and he felt a warm breath on his nostrils as he opened his eyes. She lightly touched her lips to his, but drew away before he could return the kiss. Pleadingly, he looked back into her eyes, but she was smiling and glancing down at his lap. His eyes followed hers and his mouth fell open when he noticed not only was his zipper down, but his fly area was a gaping chasm, open for all to see. Looking back at her in amazement, he saw she was flexing her jaw back and forth. Then she smiled and mouthed silently. "Hey, Mister, I figured you for a boxers kinda guy." His hand went to his mouth as he tried to stifle a laugh. Not waiting to get his reaction, she turned her back towards him and sat down on his lap and began grinding once again. His eyes closed and his hands once again found her hair. Slowly as she worked, he pulled the pin from her hair and felt it tumble over his arms. Then the song ended. Immediately, the pressure on his lap vanished and his eyes flew open. She was reaching for her dress which had fallen beside him on the recliner. He looked at her with a strange mixture of puzzlement and frustration. "What's wrong?" She shrugged as she started to step into the gown. "I'm due to go on stage next. Then I gotta tip out the DJ and bartender. But thanks for the dance, Mister. You really saved me." He stood up straight and picked her and the gown up in one swift motion. He didn't even stop to turn off the stereo as he headed to the bedroom. "Hey, what gives?" she giggled. "You and me and Mr. Happy have some REALLY serious possibilities to explore," he said as he closed the door behind them. Lap Dance Her lap dance was perfect: slow and sensual, with her violet eyes piercing my soul as her hot breath ignited my skin. It was hard to keep my hands gripping the ends of the armrests, but I knew that I must, because if I allowed my willpower to fade away, I would instantly touch her - and likely more, since I definitely would have enjoyed having my way with her. But, that would be against the rules. Even though we were alone in the small room, even though every fixed surface except the floor, the ceiling, and the door was mirrored, there was almost certainly at least one hidden camera somewhere – perhaps behind a one-way mirror – which was being monitored to ensure that I did not actually touch her. There was no music being played within the room: The pulsating, pounding rhythms from the club upstairs permeated the ceiling, which made her languid movements all the more frustrating for me. With such music befalling us, she should have been using fast, harsh movements, her lengthy hair bouncing and swaying as her hips thrust hard and her breasts jumped for joy before my eyes. Instead, she moved as if she was trying to traverse a massive pool filled with molasses. Actually, that imagery was not helping. If she was indeed covered with molasses, she would be even more appealing to me, and I definitely would not have been able to prevent myself from touching her. Her hips moved back and forth, her legs rubbing against mine as she straddled/squatted over me. Reaching behind her, she finally unclasped her bra, the red sequins capturing the light in a way which truly enhanced her breasts. For just a moment, I lifted my hand up off the right armrest, but quickly realized what I had done and again gripped the end of the armrest before she even noticed (I think). Her painted lips curled upward, her long eyelashes batting at me, she arched her back as the skimpy top was loosened, which further thrust her chest practically into my face. It was clear that she was enjoying this, that she had such power over me without even saying anything, that she had me in her thrall just because she was there and I was not permitted to touch her. But she was definitely permitted to touch me. Bringing her arms forward, she drew the sequined bra toward me, allowing it to practically slither with life down her arms and become entangled in her wrists. With amusement in her eyes, she pressed the sequins against my lips and slowly rubbed the bra across my mouth. I loved it, but it would have been much better if her breasts were still encased within the spectacular cups. With a flick of her wrists, the bra was gone, and somehow had been completely separated from her. My eyes tracked it as it drifted several feet away and toward the floor, but then she pressed forward once more, and suddenly her breasts were in my face, each taut nipple being dragged across my chin and seeming to dig into my skin. Before my willpower crumbled and my mouth opened to attempt to seize a nipple, she backed away, grasping my head in her small hands. My eyes rose from her chest to her face as she bent down to me, and for a moment, I truly thought she was about to kiss me – my forehead most likely, or perhaps my cheeks – but then she stopped, her lips barely an inch from mine, and exhaled hotly on my face. A flash of desire ran the length of my spine. I groaned from the frustration, instinctively arching my body toward her, and she must have anticipated my reaction, given that she arched away from me, her hands on my shoulders to brace herself. "It's okay," she said softly, her sirenic voice almost lost amidst the pounding tones crashing down from the club above us. "Go ahead and touch yourself." I was still a bit fearful of loosening my grip on the ends of the armrests - fearful that instead of touching myself, I would touch her and bring everything to a swift and premature end. Straightening up and leaning forward again, once more she brushed her breasts across my face, and it took every last thread of willpower to keep my mouth from sealing around a nipple and attempting to drink from her. "Touch yourself," she encouraged me. "Do it for me." My entire arm shook as I loosened my grip on the end of the armrest and cautiously moved it between us and to the front of my jeans. She kept touching me, caressing me with her hands and with her eyes, whispering soft words of encouragement which were lost in the pounding music descending from the club. Single-handedly, I released the button and lowered the zipper, and slipped a hand inside... I gasped at my own touch, amazed at my own wetness. Soon she was not the only one moving on the cushioned chair, for as she caressed me and peppered my face with soft kisses, my frustration transformed into a pleasure which continued to peak under her tender adoration. I was vaguely aware of her voice, soft and angelic, as I cried out in exquisite bliss, giving this beautiful woman a performance she was not permitted to give me. She was only topless, so there was definitely still more to come....... Lap Dance I had grown accustomed to the ordeal of waking up to the electrifying sensation that accompanied the sight of Jason's beautiful pink lips wrapped around my cock. He was, undoubtedly, the most gorgeous man that had ever come into my life. A ruggedly handsome face, framed by a French beard that always smelled of my cum and spiky jet black hair that made me melt each time he ran his fingers through them; all that was just an added bonus to the extremely lovable personality that I had fallen for. That had been a year and a half ago. But even now, nothing turned me on more than seeing his starry brown eyes peering into my own, as the bobbing of his skillful head periodically cast a shadow on my grinning face, thanks to the morning sun against our window. "This guy is crazy", I thought as our first encounter made its way into my mind. I met him while auditioning 'eye candy' for our new line of sex clubs. As a young and active member of the Directorial Board at a very popular gay sex toy brand, my suggestion to start sex clubs around America garnered a lot of praise and, of course, the opportunity to meet Jason. After a few boring candidates, whose demeanor screamed that they'd rather die than be here, came Jason. He walked in with a crisp air of confidence that suited the formal attire he donned. "You sure are dressed to impress", I joked as I laughed at the cruel irony that he was here to become a stripper. The two other board members in the panel chuckled as we waited eagerly for a reply from Jason. That's when I saw it. The little piece of flattery that I had flung his way had pulled out the prettiest blossom of a smile. A smile that made his pink, blushing face so much more cuter than it already was. My heart skipped a beat and before I knew it, I had another throbbing organ filled with blood. My mind had wandered off to multiple frames of our naked bodies intertwined in an array of steamy position when Jason wet his lips to speak. "It's hard to look good with your clothes on when everybody wants you naked. I'm glad you like it". My colleagues were visibly impressed. Not too cocky, and not too sissy. Delivered in just the right tone, with that oh-so-deadly smile of his. The rest of the interview proceeded the same way. The confidence on Jason was something that we were longing to see in the candidates today. His smile and the way it pitched a tent in my pants was just the icing on the cake. I was having a very hard time keeping my thoughts to business matters, when I noticed my colleagues staring at me, giving me the green signal to have a go at him. The pornographic images in my head coupled with a fully engorged cock made me a tad more adventurous than I normally was. "How about a lap dance?" Dammit, that came out before I could replace it with something more suited to the two people sitting next to me. Peter and Mitch stared at me like I had farted at a Board Meeting. Thinking on my feet, I went with - "His job will obviously involve, um... these kind of... meeting the clients' every wish and, you know, satisfying them." I had to clear my throat to cover up for the lack of blood to my vocal cords before I continued, "Maybe we should have a look at his..." "Talent?" Jason was the one who completed my question, his gaze completely fixed on my eyes. From that look, I could sense what was coming, but I was in now way prepared for it. He walked towards me, nice and slow. The brown pool of his eyes unflinching, as he neatly dropped his blazer. His muscular frame was covered by a tight fitting white dress shirt, pretty much transparent in little spots because of his sweat; the aroma of which soon had the whole room in an overdrive. He undid two buttons to reveal an evenly haired, sculpted chest, all the while touching himself and squeezing his dark brown nubs from outside the shirt. I pictured how I wanted to worship his body, leaving no spot untouched as I licked through his virile musk, acquainting myself with every quiver and whimper, dedicating all my energies into pleasuring this man until he was satisfied beyond compare. The sound of his deep breathing distracted me for a second, a second which he wisely used to reconnect the eye contact that had been lost while I fantasized about him. This time, his deep brown eyes were long gone. Instead, I could see the lust swirling in his eyes, igniting the same passion in mine. My cock was in top gear, pushing against the shackles of my pleated pants. None of that mattered because the gravity of his eyes reassured me that I would get my satisfaction. The look on his eyes set the ambience of a beast closing in on its prey. But deep inside those glimmering brown wells, I could see a compassionate longing for someone who looked at him like I did. I could see a lonely hand stretched out for the caress of another. I could see, in its most pristine form, love. That's when I decided that he was the one. I didn't care about the people in the room. I wanted him to use me. To victimize me. To show me what paradise would feel like. I wanted him to be the guide to my own body, caressing me, exploring me and satisfying me in ways only he could have done. I let out a soft moan and my eyes shut of their own accord. The visual imagery in my head grew more vivid with each passing second. The adonis of his body pulling mine into a deep embrace. Our tongues fighting for entry into each other's mouths, inhaling the potent scent of our combined sweat as my hands revel in the softness of his ass cheeks. My robust manhood in the caring grasp of his strong hands. Erect, aroused, begging for gratification. I opened my eyes to the change of pace in Jason's breathing. There he was, an inch away from my face, with that smile of his. Sharing his lustful breath sent jolts of ecstasy to my brain. He wedged his knees on either side of my thighs, skilfully balancing himself on the chair, taking exceptional care to not break the connection our eyes had kept for this long. He knew exactly how to drive me crazy. In fact, I could predict the furious restroom masturbation session that was about to follow after all of this. But Jason was better than that. In a swift motion, he undid his belt, flinging it around my neck to show me who exactly was boss in here. He pulled me closer to his groin and I rest my face on the suave stain of his crotch. Only then did I realize that he was enjoying this just as much as I did. His groin radiated the warmth of a fully aroused cock that was throbbing in sync with mine. I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to tear away from this suffocating business clothes and have him fuck me six ways to Sunday. Knowing that he too was turned on just made the task of holding back that much difficult. My carnal instincts were kicking in. My willpower was beginning to fade. My perception of right and wrong was getting cloudy; all I wanted was for those two pairs of peering eyes to leave so I could open wide and salivate on Jason's cock through his satin trousers. Making good use of my handicap, Jason began to grind his crotch on my face. His hands knowingly massaged my shoulders where it hurt from wearing the blazer for too long. "Yup, he's a keeper", I confirmed as I let my mind wander further to the multitude of fantasies I could fulfil if I made him mine. Jason saw that he had a window to change things up, and turned around. This time, teasing me with his ass sniff-length away from my nose. I envied the tailor who obviously had to grab a feel or two to stitch those hugging trousers, which accentuated the roundness of his butt cheeks, leaving little to imagination. Yet again, the only thing that was preventing me from ravishing his ass "All-You-Can-Eat-Buffet-Style" were the two shocked men bearing witness to our little taboo. As I wondered how his ass would feel minus the trousers, he lowered them ever so slightly to rest them on my lap. He jumped a little when he felt the tent through two layers of clothing, but rejoiced when he realized that it was the sign of his victory. From the way the air around him changed, I think he probably felt even more responsible to finish off what he started. I would later figure out that that's just how Jason was, always putting my pleasure before his own. Jason ground his hips on my blood filled member, occasionally flexing his butt cheeks to engulf a little of my cock. Each subtle movement pushed me further into the peak of my arousal. All I needed was a little push, and I knew I would be falling into a deep and endless orgasm. Beads of sweat had begun to trickle down my forehead. My breathing was shallow and quick like my heart beat. Every ounce of blood my heart pumped was rushing to rinse my cock. I clenched every muscle in my body, in a desperate attempt to avoid the embarrassment of cumming inside my pants. Jason turned to face me again. His breath culminating in short bursts on my sweating face, created a coolness that perfectly contrasted the heat that our bodies were in. I tightened myself, clenching my teeth in the frustration of not being able to calm the raging orgasm that was on the brink of explosion. He pulled my head up to meet his eyes. I could have stayed like that forever; at the brink of a shuddering climax, staring into the eyes of the man I knew I was in love with, revelling in the tenderness of his gaze. And then it happened. A single gesture that shattered whatever hopes I had of holding back. He smiled. A simple smile that pulled me way past the point of no return and threw me into an orgasmic abyss. Even the final attempt at clenching my cock was futile. Feeling me tense up, Jason took my face into his hands and lightly flicked his tongue over my lips. That was all the motivation I needed. I simply let go as I took his hovering tongue into my mouth, kissing him as I shot jets of warm cum that trickled their way through the thin pore of my trunks and down my thighs. Jason timed his grinding to each spurt, paying equal attention to my lips that were craving for his flavour. The taste of the man who had just made me cum with my clothes on overshadowed only by the gallons of warm man-milk that was starting to make my underwear soggy. My head was reeling with the feel of being truly spent, trying to comprehend what had just happened. When the pleasure subsided, I was left with the best orgasm of my life. Then it dawned on me that Jason did that without even touching my cock. I let out a low, guttural moan that was drowned in the tunnel of Jason's mouth. We kissed for ages, parting our tongues to give each other a smile. A smile that confirmed that this wasn't the end. It had gotten consistently better since then. Of course, Jason didn't get the job. Partially because I couldn't bear the thought of other men swooning over him, but mostly because Peter and Mitch were too conservative to enjoy his recklessness. As sweet as they were, I still regret holding back my true desires for those two narrow minded men. But I was thankful that the days of holding back were long gone now. Jason had moved into my apartment after three months of being together. Even now, as he pursued his passion of writing, he always had time for me. Time, of course, often translated into sex. We'd fucked out all our fantasies with each other, and the climax would always leave us too spent to move. But no matter how drained we were from the night before, mornings always started with Jason's trademark blowjob - wet, warm, and wonderful. Jason swallowed me down to the base in that swift manner which always caught me off guard. He moaned and gulped, making each vibration of his throat clearly felt on my twitching cock. The slick and shine of his spit on my cock faded in comparison to the glint in his eyes, as he worked towards building up another great climax that I knew would have me dehydrated and begging - for more. "I'm close", I let out amidst the increasing pace of my breathe. He circled his tongue around my penis, nibbling and licking the foreskin like a little kid with a lollipop. He withdrew, giving me time to catch my breath, but quickly took my balls in his mouth; sucking hard to pull them away from the sexual release that was in turn pulling them closer to my body. "It won't be long now", I thought as I fell back into my pillow and clenched the sheets anticipating the eruption that this morning ritual was about to begin with. Jason knew exactly what he had to do to get me shooting, and this fact - that he knew everything about my body made me love him even more. In a swift gulp, Jason wrapped his gullet around the entire length of my cock. My body tensed as my heart went into a pumping frenzy to expel the bud of the orgasm that only Jason could set in full bloom. The jolt of his warm and wet mouth around my cock sent little blossoms of pleasure that found their way to every nook and cranny of my body. As I looked down, I saw Jason's brown eyes gleefully taking in every sign of my pleasure and making them his own. My cock exploded in his mouth, releasing geysers of cum that he was more than happy to swallow. He missed a few spurts that neatly coated his French beard, putting on a childish face because he'd missed a few drops of his favorite "Travis Juice". I leaned back up and moved to Jason for a tight, passionate kiss. The flavour of my cum mixed with Jason's sugar sweet tongue was already sending telegraphs to my cock. I wanted him to invade me with his tongue, the tongue that had made me go wild just seconds ago. But even more so, because I wanted to submit to someone who could make me feel this way all my life. I had always been the calm and stoic business man who always thought twice before he did what he wanted. Even though I worked for a sex toy brand, I had always been worried about what people would think about me. I was a slave to the society. "Not anymore", I declared. Jason's arrival into my life had strengthened that conviction. His carefree attitude had given me a new found direction. I was at the peak of my career, all thanks to this handsome, young man who loved me for who I was. Our lips parted as we paused to take a breather. Jason was grinning, clearly communicating all the things he wanted to do to me. But my eyes grazed over to the clock. I had a meeting in half an hour. "That's enough time", I thought to myself as I went in for another kiss, more passionate than the last since I was desperately tonguing him to get another taste of the potent mix of our fluids. While his saliva bathed my tongue, I could feel his hands tugging at my fully hard stick. His own cock was wagging furiously, occasionally making its presence known on my thighs and balls. Jason lifted my legs to his shoulders, pushing me back onto the bed, and rubbed the head of his slick cock against my entrance. I hadn't even seen him lube it up, but I wasn't going to complain. He began to thrust slowly, taking time to allow my body to convert the initial pain to boundless pleasure. The sensation of being filled by Jason's cock was definitely something that put me into a daze. I lost track of time in the ecstasy, and when I finally came to, I felt myself glancing over at the clock. Just like that day, Jason pulled my face up to meet his eyes. I was already on the brink of my second time, and I knew that he planned on doing exactly what he did best. Déjà vu. Our bodies in heat. Submitting to him. Our eyes locked in, speaking a language only we knew. Brink of release. Hands caressing each other. Shallow breathing. Throbbing cocks. "I called your office. You're having a flu and you won't be able to get out of bed anytime soon." He revealed. It took a while to register the implications of what he was saying, but it soon came to me crystal clear. A whole day with the man I loved. He pulled my lips up to his and kissed me, pouring in all the love that he harbored in his big heart. I slipped my hands behind his head and pulled him closer. I wanted this to last. I wanted US to last. His hands had retreated to my swollen nipples, gently flicking the erect tip with unflinching affection. I realized that I adored this man much more than I knew. "I love you, Travis." It was the same shuddering feeling, but with Jason, it somehow felt different every time. Mustering up all the strength he needed, he jabbed into me one last time as he moaned into a thunderous orgasm. Against my sensitized prostate, each rope of his cum was so forceful that they felt like a thrust on their own. The simulation on my love chute instigated in me a feeling that I had become so accustomed to since Jason. Even after he was so drained, his cock sloshing around in my ass full of his love juice, he still pounded forward until I came. "Putting my pleasure foremost", I thought as the first shot hit Jason's beard and then dripped into my open mouth. With the next few spurts, I was pretty sure of what he meant when he said that I wouldn't be getting out of bed anytime soon. Lap Dance By Granddaughter How can I start this. I guess the best way is to just start off by saying that I'm 54 years old. I got married when I was 20. My wife (Karen) was 18 and had a daughter (Cathy) that was one. When Cathy was 18 she had a girl. Her name was Karen after her mother, my wife. My wife passed away about 15 years ago in a car crash. This left me with my daughter and granddaughter to take care of. My daughter got married about 4 years back and moved to another city with her new husband and daughter. This left me all alone. I started to go to a few clubs. Adult clubs that is. We have a few in Cleveland that do more then give a lap dance. More like a lap and hand dance. And more if you care to pay for it. I had been blessed with a long cock. I think so. I have been told that it is long. About 7.5" cut. Not all that big around. It is a little bigger the an empty roll of toilet paper. I can push it in to it and it holds it tight. Just the right size for a girls hand. And that I love. A girls hand on it that is. Something about a girl jacking me off. I love it, What a turn on. And since I go to the bars that do that I enjoy it more. My granddaughter moved back from Toledo to go to Cleveland State about a year ago. She is now 18 years old. She stands about 5'8" with a nice pair of tits. I would say 36B and a great ass. Not the best ass I have seen but nice and tight. She stays with me and goes to school and works at a store from 4 till 12 if not later. She gets home later then I would like but then what can I do. Most Thursdays afternoons I go to this one club. I have lunch and a few table dances and then off to the back for my lap dance and hand job. I have been doing this for a for a few years and know most of the girls. Best of all I know the ones that give the best hand jobs. This one Thursday I went to a club that I haven't been to in about 6 weeks. Mary came out and did her stage show and we talked some. One great thing about Mary is that she loves to give hand. That is what I call it. She would tell me how great my cock looked and how she would love to try to deep throat me. Most of the time she would just kiss the tip a few times and then jack me off. But twice she gave me head over the years and I must say she did try to take it all. "Bob you have such a great looking cock. I can not figure out why you only like hand jobs. I'm clean and I know you are. I have taken it in my mouth a few times and I know you like it. Do you like guys? Is that it". "No I do not like guys. My wife would do it to me when we had sex and I just like to watch it. Love to see her hand going up and down. Then just as I cum she would take it in her mouth. Then smile and swallow it. I know that the girls here won't do that. So I don't ask them to". "Bob you haven't been here in such a long time you have never met the new girl called 'B H', it is said that she can gives the best hand job here. But she does not take it in the mouth. You should still try her. She works later on in the day . I think she comes in about 4 PM". I smiled at Mary and was just hoping that I would get one of her great hand jobs. "I was looking forward to you today my dear. I just love when you jack me and take my balls in your hand. Place your finger near my ass, you know"? Something about this girl sent me over the edge. A few times she would stick her finger up my ass. Finger it as she jacked me off. I loved the way she watches me as I cum. I would cum all over her hand and on me. Sometimes she would put her cum covered finger to my mouth. I would act like she was forcing me to lick it. But we both knew that I loved it as much as she did. "Tell you what Bob. Next time I see B H I'll tell her about you and then you can come down and meet her. Who knows you might like her. Most guys tell me she is great with her hands and if she can not make you cum in one song she keeps going till you do. Not bad. Now lets go in the back for your dance". We both got up. Walked in the back, I gave her $55 and she gave me a lap dance. It was $20 for the dance and $35 for her hand job. She took off her top and let me kiss her tits. Then off came the bottoms. She has a shaved pussy and her finger played with her lips. She would then offer them to me to lick. Most of the time I would. But today I was playing with her. Telling her. "You would love to watch that other girl, what's her name B H. You would love to watch her jack me off and then just as I cum have her take it in her mouth. I bet you would love to lick her lips when she is done. Taste my cum from her lips. Maybe suck it from her mouth. I know I would like to watch you do that. I might even let you watch me lick her lips and kiss her after I came in her mouth. Maybe even let you suck my cock". I was getting into this role play. My cock was hard and I took it out. She took it I her hand and was jacking me off. Her hand moving up and down my cock telling me how long it was and how she would do anything to watch us. "I'll tell her all about you, how kinky you are. How you want her to jack you off into her mouth or my mouth. I'll tell her how long your cock is. I know she will love it. Now cum for me"! My hips pushed up and I knew I was going to shoot soon. I felt her finger go to my ass and her finger push in and then back out. "Yes. Now my sweet take it now". I watched her head bend down and I felt her lips on my cock. It had been weeks since I let someone take my cum that way. And I shot a load into her mouth that I felt come from my toes. I placed a hand on her head and pushed down. Then I came once more, then again. "My god Bob that was great. I do hope that you will come back next week. Forget about all the other places that you go and I'll be waiting for you with open arms and mouth with B H. I'll tell her about your cock and how you love to have it jacked off. Then if she doesn't take your load I will. Damn you are great". I gave her $15 more. I know I'm a sucker when it comes to that but she was fun. And she did do more then just a hand job. We sat and talk for about 15 minutes. "I hope to see you next week my dear. And please tell your friend, what's her name, B H That I'll be back". I got up walked to the door and went home. The week went by fast. Soon Thursday would show up and I would go to the club and once more get a hand job. But this time I would have two girls to do it. Karen and I talked before she would leave for work and if I was up after she got home. It was Wednesday afternoon and I was thinking about Thursday afternoon. What I was going to do. If I was ready for this "two girl" thing. Sure why not? Karen was home from collage and was getting dressed for work. "You know honey. I wish you didn't have to work so hard". "I know. It's not that hard". She had a smile on her face. "Well not all the time. It gets hard sometimes but then I like that part". She was laughing some as she was talking. "It's okay. I guess if I did nothing I would just sit around here and take your time up. I'll be okay. See you later if your up". Karen got up and left the house. I went into my room and put a XXX movie on. I was thinking of the next day. My got cock hard I started to jack off. I was thinking of how it was going to be with two girls. I was just about to cum when I stopped. I wanted to keep it for Thursday. "Hi honey". As I walked into the club the first person I saw was Mary. I bent some and kissed her on the cheek. Then gave her a hug. "Your late Bob. Your always here at 1PM I thought you forgot about me, and B H. Did you forget about B H"? Her smile told me that she was playing with me. "Tell me my dear. I know what B J stands for. What does B H stand for"? I was sitting across from her and she was smiling at me. I felt hands on my shoulders right next to my neck. I could feel someone's breath on my ear. Then a kiss on my ear. A very sexy voice. "It stands for Best Hand" my dear. I have to do three dances and then the three of us are going into the back so we can have some fun. Okay"? One more kiss and the warm breath and hands were gone. I turned and looked at an ass that was just sticking out of a thong, long black hair, and long, long legs on top of 6" heels and inside of stockings held up by a garter. I was getting hard thinking of this. What was I going to do with two of them? Mary held my hand and the song started. I watched as this girl called Best Hand came on the stage. I watched as she danced around and then took her bra off. Soon I felt a hand on my cock and I looked over. "My your cock is so hard right now. Does it get that hard for me when I dance"? "Yes it does! Just knowing what your going to do to it makes me hard. If you keep doing that and B H keeps doing that I'll cum right here"! I felt her hand squeeze my cock. "Just watch her and think of how it is going to feel with me watching her jack you off. And you know what? I'm not going to take no for an answer today. She is going to jack you off into my mouth! How does that sound"? All I could do was watch , and feel her fingers squeeze me. I watched this B H dance and then I looked at her face in the light. Fuck, she looked just like my granddaughter. That made my cock harder. It must be a twin or something. She was dancing around so much I could not see her face all the time. She had her back to me and was pulling her thong down. She bent over and all I could see was her ass and pussy lips. She bent more and opened her legs and now her pussy opened with it. Shaved, smooth. I could see her lips and then a finger going to them. She bent more and her face came into view. Her head upside down , between he open legs. What a sight. I was looking right at her face. Fuck. It had to be a girl that looked like her. If it was Karen she would never had come out and danced like that for me. I light was not that great so I could not tell the truth. But the fantasy of it made my harder then I ever been. I placed my hand over the hand on my cock and started to jack off with both hands. "I see you enjoy the show. This is the part that she pulls her legs up and puts a finger in her pussy. You'll love it! Watch"! I watched as she pulled her legs up. Open them wide and placed her hand on her pussy. With two fingers she opened her pussy lips and the pushed two fingers in. Pull them out and then back in. At this point I stopped moving my hand and her hand. "Damn she is hot. If I keep this up I'll cum in my pants". I felt her hand take my hand and start to pull me up. "Lets go in the back and wait for her. I know that your going to cum soon and I do want it to be in my mouth". We walked into the back. Mary told me to sit and she started to dance. I knew the last song was playing and knew that B H would soon be back. I watched as she took off her bra and panties. Tonight she was doing it faster. Her shaved pussy came into view and her finger played with her lips. She had her ass on my lap. With her hips moving back and forth I thought once more I would cum to soon. I felt her pull up and turn once more. Her lips were red and her face was red. She placed her finger on her clit and rubbed it. Soon I could tell she was going to cum. And she came. If not for real she put on one hell of an act. Her fingers all wet and sticky. She pulled them out licked them stuck them back in and then pushed them into my mouth. She fucked my mouth with her fingers as I licked and sucked on them. I had my pants down to the floor and my cock in hand jacking it off' The music had longed stopped and the door opened . In stepped B H and I got the first look at her face. A smile came across her face. Her tongue came out and licked her upper lip. Mary still hand her two fingers in my mouth and her other hand down by her pussy. She was finger fucking herself. I went to say something but B H beat me to it. "Oh my. You are a duty old man aren't you? I walk in on my best friend fucking herself with her fingers and her other fingers fucking your mouth. And sitting with his cock out , jacking off is the man I live with. Please don't stop". Karen walked over to me and had this shit eating grin on her face. I had stopped jacking off and just looked at her. I went to say something once more but she put her finger to my lips to stop me. She bent down and placed her mouth by my ear. I could look right down her top. Both her legs between my open legs. I could smell her body and my cock just stayed as hard as it was before she walked in. Once more B H (Karen) put her mouth to my ear. Kissed me and then said real low and soft. "If you all me B H I'll call you Bob. But! If you call me Karen I'll call you Granddad . I can play it anyway you want it". With that she knelt on the floor. Looking me right in the eye. "Mary told me that you had a big cock, but not that is was this good looking! I think I'm going to enjoy this. By the way. I knew it was you when I was dancing and thought I would love to help you out. I found your stash of movies. I even watched a few. You do get into girls jacking off guys. Is that what you would like me to do today"? She stopped talking , the look on her face told me what she wanted to know. "Yes it is what I would like today, B H. And what ever you would like to add". I could feel her hand on my cock. It started to move up and down slowly. Her other hand went to my balls. I bent backwards some so her hand could get at them better. I watched her look at my cock lick her lips and smile when her fingers found my balls. She closed her hand on me and then gave them a soft squeeze. My eyes closed and then reopen when she squeezed harder. "Bob, do not close your eyes. Keep them open so you can see me. So you can watch what I'm doing to you. Watch me jack you off. That is why you came today. RIGHT"? Her hand closed once more and I felt it tighten around my balls. I sucked in a deep breath and looked at her. "Yes. Yes, that is way I came today. To watch you and Mary. To feel your hand on me and watch you please me. You are going to please me"? I could see a smile on her face. A smile that told me I was in for something that I did not think about this morning. "Yes I'm going to please you and I'm going to please myself. I'm going to do things to you that have been building up inside me". With that I felt her finger going into my ass. Her hand jacking me off and a finger in my ass. I could see Mary standing watching us. Her finger still in her pussy. "Bob I'm going to do something I have not done in a long time. I'm going to please myself as well as you". With that I felt her start to jack me off faster. Her finger went in and out of my ass. I was going to cum. I pushed my hips up to meet her hand and never once closed my eyes. Watching my granddaughter jack me off was way over my threshold. I knew I was going to shoot soon. I looked over at Mary and she knew it also. "Didn't I tell you that she could make you cum in one song"! I watched as Mary knelt next to B H and licked her lips. B H just smiled and then bent her head down some. Oh my god was she going to. "YES". I felt her lips on my cock and her mouth open. Her head went down and she took about half of me in her mouth. I felt her tongue move from side to side and then pull her head up. All the way to the tip and then back down. I felt more go into her mouth and then back up. I could feel her lips leave my cock and she looked up at me. "Bob you do have one nice cock. And it has been a long time since I did this. I do hope I can get it all the way in. What do you think"? With that said B H took me back in her mouth. This time all but 1 ½ inches went in. I could hear Mary talking to her. "Yes do it. Take it all in. That's a good girl. It is so hot watching you suck a guy. I would never had thought you knew how to suck cock like that. Do it"! I heard her gag but she took it all in. Her finger was still going in and out of my ass. I pushed up hard and felt it start to move from my balls to my cock. Not taking my eyes off her I started to cum. She pulled back a little so I was about half way in and I started to shoot. Cum came out of my cock as she pulled on it. Then her hand went down to the base and then pulled the next shot out. I felt her tongue move some. I watched as you looked me right in the eyes and pulled the next shot up and out. With my mouth open and trying not to scream she pulled the forth shot of cum from me. I watched as B H, my granddaughter suck my cock. What a sight. What a feeling. Her mouth came off me and I looked down at her open mouth. It was full of cum. My cum. I watched as she closed her mouth and then opened it once more so I could see she had it all in one spot. She milked my cock and got a few more drops out of me. Then bent and put it in her mouth with the rest of it. She stood up and bent some towards me. Was so going to. The look in her eyes told me what she wanted to say. With my breathing faster then it has ever been I said. "Yes my dear! Kiss me. Let me kiss you like I have never kissed you before. Make me feel like I felt years back"! With that I felt her lips on my lips. I felt her mouth push against my mouth. I felt her tongue push past my lips and into my mouth. I could taste a little of me on her tongue. I felt her push hard and her mouth open some. I bent my head back and opened my mouth. Her tongue dancing with my tongue and then I felt it being pushed into my mouth. I was sucking on her tongue and felt the first taste of cum in years. I pull as much as I could from her and then she was trying to suck it back out. I swallowed some but pushed about half of it back to her. She pulled back and looked at Mary. Mary just smiled and kissed her. I knew that she was going to share it with her. Mary tipped her head back and B H placed her mouth about 5 inches from her mouth and just let it drip out into her friends mouth. "That is so fucking hot! I could watch that ever day". Then they kissed for real. Turned and looked at me ad both of them swallowed. B H closed her eyes as she did it and screwed up her face some. "I forgot how it felt to swallow it. The taste of it is different with each person. Not that I suck cock that much. But it was different then what I remember. It has been a few years since I swallowed cum like that. And I must say you do have a lot of it. And I thought you jacked off to all the movies you have. You didn't know I knew about that"? "I never thought you would find them. What else do you know about me"? Mary had be standing looking at us. She did not know that B H was my granddaughter. "Are you going to tell her"? I looked at Karen and smiled. Then Karen told her about her and me. When she was done Mary walked out with a big smile on her face. "Bob or should it be granddad? We need to talk. If we are going to be seeing each other this way. I need to know that your not doing anything with anyone else. I'll give you my word that I have not done this!" With a smile on her face she swallowed. "With anyone in the last 2 years. And I will not do it with anyone as long as you say the same. You can get all the hand jobs you want. No blow jobs. No coming in any ones mouth like you just did to me. And I must say it was great. If you want cum on her tits, ass, face or pussy. As long as I'm the only one then we can keep this up. How does that sound"? "Sounds great my dear. And when you get home would you like to be B H or Karen. It is up to you my dear. I'll still come and see you on Thursday late afternoon. By the way I never paid Mary or you. Is $300 okay for what happen"? Karen looked at me and smiled. "I think I'll be paying this off in rent from now on. And if you like I can be both B H and Karen at home. You'll know by the way I dress and if I come into your room. Deal or no deal"? B H had some cum on her face and as I licked it off I smiled at her. Lap Dance By Granddaughter "Deal"! This has been going on for the last 10 weeks. I have been with her almost every Thursday. Most just me and her. Something about doing it at the club makes us both horny. But then on the night so does it at home, I'll have to write about a few of them. Drop me an e-mail and let me know if you enjoyed this. I have a few others that you might like. Lap Dance Surprise "Tony Morgan is a dick-head" This statement sat just below the toilet roll holder in one of the cubicles in the ladies toilets, matched two other similar sentiments elsewhere in the school and entirely agreed with my own views on the subject. Tony is my elder brother Greg's best friend, although the adjective and Tony did not sit well together in my mind, almost from the moment that Tony arrived at our school at the age of sixteen when his family moved into the area. Physically they were both similar, around 6 ft tall, well-built and glowing with health from sport, a fact that was not lost on a number of admiring girls. But that was where the similarity ended, for while Greg was shy, Tony was an extrovert; he was charming, witty and confident to Greg's awkward silence. For Greg, I think Tony provided the confidence to go out, to see pretty girls and to have a life, while Greg possibly provided a degree of caution to Tony's more excessive behaviour. I dearly love my brother, so anyone who was his friend should have been good in my eyes, but for all his attractions, I never really took to him. You see, Tony was a chancer, a risk-taker; he was not afraid to try or to ask anything and he was not ashamed of a rejection, but it wasn't until their last year at school that I had a clear reason to dislike him. I began to hear from other girls that Tony had no respect for the girls he dated; to him it seemed to be a game to take a girl out for an evening or two so that he could have his way with her, without regard to how she felt. Some of the stories were about girls who had willingly played around a little, but had not wanted to take things too far, found themselves pressured or even forced to do more than they wanted. How he made them do sexual things despite the fact that they were in tears. How he had forcibly put his hands in their knickers despite their resistance. How he spread malicious stories about a girl being "easy" or having STDs. The final straw was when he was at our house and, while Greg was upstairs, he came over to me with a smile on his face, complimented me on how I had really grown up since he had first seen me and that I was turning into a beautiful young woman. Then....well, I was still only fifteen and I was shocked. No one had ever done such a thing to me before, not even the boys who had taken me out had ever gone further than a clumsy kiss or an awkward embrace. Fortunately he heard Greg coming down and moved away from me, but from that moment on, I disliked Tony Morgan. Whenever he came around to our house or I saw him at school, I avoided him. **** Three years passed, during which time Greg and Tony both went to the same university, shared a house with others and finally graduated in the summer that I finished school. Greg joined a large well-known accountancy firm for the start of three years of professional training while Tony went into the City, or more precisely he went to work for an investment bank. Given that he had always been a risk-taker, life as a currency or commodity dealer did seem to be a natural fit for him. Since both had gone to work in London, once more they shared a flat. As for me, unfortunately I didn't manage to get the necessary grades to be accepted at my chosen university, but I did get accepted through clearing at the University of London. And so as autumn approached I duly became a student, living away from home and with independence that I had never had previously. I loved it. I made friends easily, went out to parties, drank too much, met a succession of male students who appeared to make a bee-line to me and I had more than my fair share of late nights in a strange bed. I was buzzing. I had never had so much attention from the guys. Sure I had had several boyfriends at school and I had already lost my virginity, but this just seemed to have gone into overdrive. My girl friends certainly didn't escape the interest of the men, but they did notice that I seemed to get that much more. They told me it was because I exuded sex appeal, that my walk was lithe and that my body was.....well, hot! I honesty have no idea what it was and I certainly wasn't aware of doing anything deliberate. As for that "hot" body, I had curves of course, but I was only a 34B bra size (though admittedly set to stun, in the parlance of Star Trek) and I was fit and toned from the gym. I got my looks and my 5 ft 6 in height from my mum; I know from some of the photographs when she was younger, that she had been absolutely stunning, but I could only see my blemishes. But hey! Let's not over-analyse it! I was loving it. By the end of the spring term however, reality kicked in. I realised that I had somewhat overspent my student loan, all but eliminated my savings and that I could not expect any help from my parents since my father had become a victim of the recession -- he had lost his job, although he did manage to get some work, this was temporary and at a lower salary level. And so I looked around for some work at the very time that pubs were closing, restaurants had fewer bookings and shops simply were not recruiting. In short, I was having no success and my finances were pretty much at breaking point. Help came from an unexpected quarter. In my first week at University, I had joined a modern dance class for some exercise and a bit of fun, and I had become friendly with the regulars. I was rather bemoaning my financial plight with Katie, a second year student, and telling her how desperate I was getting, "I don't know where to look next. I've gone to all the shops I can think of, tried restaurants, pubs....I don't know, it seems rather like an impossible dream" I shook my head in frustration, "you always hear about students working their way through Uni, but I don't see how they can; there's just nothing out there!" "There's always something out there" Katie replied "I've looked! There's nothing!" I shot back "and I'm desperate; my money has almost gone" Katie looked at me, carefully considering me, but said nothing. "I can't ask my parents," I continued "they've got money worries of their own. My brother has just started work as a trainee, so he gets a pittance." Katie opened he mouth to say something, but I was into my rant now "Oh why was I so stupid? Stupid, stupid, stupid!" "Are you really willing to try anything?" "Yes, anything! If I can't find something soon, then I'll have to drop out of Uni" I shuddered at the thought, "and I can't bear having to tell my parents how stupid I've been with money" "I've got a suggestion. But let's go somewhere quieter so we can talk...." Katie looked around her "...privately" I frowned but stood up, collected my gear and followed Katie. What was it that Katie could suggest that I hadn't already tried? We walked away from the normal student areas to a place that no-one went; judging from the state of the floor, this included the cleaners too. "Ok" said Katie turning to me "have you ever considered dancing?" "I can't dance on stage, I'm not a trained dancer and I'd have to audition, and..." Katie held up her hand to stop me. "No, not that sort of dance. I meant dancing in a gentlemen's club" I looked at her for a moment, puzzled. "You know -- where men go for some fun!" Katie saw that I still hadn't caught on yet "A lap-dancing club" My eyes opened, but Katie rushed on "I know it sounds, well ........ But it's not. I mean, I've done it and you can get so much money. Look they're always looking for new girls, pretty girls with nice figures who can move; not real dancers, just ones who ..... can get the guys to part with their cash" My mouth had now joined my eyes and I, no doubt, presented a truly vacant expression, but Katie went on "I've seen the way that guys look at you around here and you can certainly move, they'd love you at the club. You said you were desperate and you can earn some serious money, especially in the City. Look you don't have to decide right away, come down with me tomorrow. See the place and talk to some of the girls, they'll tell you what it's like. They've got rules that the guys have to follow and if they try anything, they get booted; it's set up so that the girls are in control." "But what happens if someone knows me?" I asked "I mean, what happens if someone recognises me?" I looked at Katie, Katie looked back at me and we burst into laughter as we realised that I had all but accepted the suggestion. **** I did go with Katie the next day and found, to my surprise, that everyone was friendly and at ease with each other. I suppose that I had been expecting something seedy, but the only time I felt awkward was when the guy who ran the place got me to try out in front of him; I felt like a piece of meat at first, but not for long, because he got the girls to give any criticism. And he liked me! All the girls used stage names (mine was to be Cindy) and we agreed that I could use one of their wigs, a fairly long, straight, platinum-blonde offering to cover my mid-length dark brown, slightly wavy hair and that I could either wear a small mask around the eyes or achieve the same effect using heavy stage make-up. And this should disguise me "from my own mother" although we never discussed what my mother would be doing in a place like this! Despite several practise sessions with others in the club, including the manager, and with suggestions from other dancers, nothing quite prepares you adequately for your first lap dance with a paying member of the public. But now it seemed that my mum's foresight in sending me to dance lessons as a child was finally going to pay off, although possibly not quite as she had intended! My first night at the club was nerve-wracking and my first dance was, uncomfortable and embarrassing. I was fortunate that I got to do this for a group of guys with one of the other girls, who essentially took the lead and definitely helped me through that ordeal. But the next set was easier and by the end of the night I was fairly relaxed and had started to enjoy it. I had never had so many compliments, I had never felt so sexy yet safe because of the no-touching rule and I had never earned so much money so easily. And things continued like this on other nights. I had been told that sometimes the men wanted more than the "basic" lap dance, but that this was entirely up to the girl. The most common request was for the girl to be naked as she danced, and this did happen although at a price. I had also heard that, in the privacy of the single rooms, occasionally something more might take place, though this usually had nothing to do with money, it was more that the girl took a shine to the guy. I had ground and gyrated my body to the full satisfaction of the men concerned, but I had always drawn the line at taking my clothes off. And perversely it was my polite but firm refusal that seemed to drive the men, or at least the more frequent visitors, wild. It wasn't until I had been there for a few weeks that I encountered a problem. No, it wasn't a problem, it was a massive nightmare in the form of Tony Morgan, who arrived at the club with his mates, loud, brash and throwing money around. It was clear that he was doing well in the city and that he wanted everyone to know it. And I was "lucky" to dance for him (and his friends) or at least that's what he seemed to think, in his own selfish way. And I had no way out, I had to jiggle my barely covered boobs in his face and feel his hot breath on them, move seductively around him, rub my bikini-clad ass against his leg; virtually have simulated sex with him and his friends. I hated it! No that's not true, I loved it! No that's not right either. I was horrified both that I was lap dancing for someone I knew and that he might recognise me, but turned on for the very same reasons. Tony, judging from the size of his tip, loved it too. And best of all there was not even a spark of recognition; the excessively theatrical make-up and wigs were doing their stuff admirably. And he came back frequently after that and often asked for me to dance for him; and always he was arrogant, loud and crude, but he never broke the rules. He repeatedly tried to persuade me to remove my rather meagre clothing, to allow him to touch me, but all I would do was to move, and tease, and flaunt and bring him to his boiling point as seductively and as quickly as I could. And I continued to dislike the arrogant sod that was Tony Morgan and I saw milking him for his money as a form of revenge. Tony did have other girls dance for him and I heard that some did succumb to his persuasions that they dance in the nude or go further; and afterwards he dismissed and ignored them with contempt. But my refusal must have just got to him and increased his lust for me. **** One Friday night in May, Tony and one of his mates turned up early to arrange something for later that evening. He explained that he wished to give another friend a belated birthday treat and that this had to be something special. To start with, he required two girls to dance with them (there would be five men) and that he wanted me to give this friend a naked dance in one of the private rooms; he would pay me very well, if I gave his friend a really good time. The money was certainly amazingly good, but I had no intention of pampering to Tony's request, until he turned to his friend and said, full of swagger "I know that she won't do this! She's so fucking hot and I just can't get enough of her, but she just doesn't drop her knickers for anyone. I should know, I've asked her just about every time I come here and if she won't do it for me, well..... no one else has a chance". I was incensed at his arrogance "OK" I said "I'll do it" Tony looked surprised and his friend laughed at him, telling him "perhaps this girl is a good judge of character -- that's why you're failing!" When they came back that evening, I was already engaged with another party so didn't see them arrive and was not one of the girls assigned to entertain the five men. In fact it was Katie who came to find me, to tell me that I was needed in one of the single rooms, since she understood that this had already been agreed with the client, at which she pointed out Tony and his remaining three friends. "Be gentle with this one" advised Katie, "he's not like the others. He seems much quieter, less sure of himself and, well.... he appears to have been the butt of their jokes all night; so give him something nice to remember and preferably something to get him one-up on that obnoxious oaf that seems to like you a lot" And so, with the music playing, I entered the private room.......and saw Greg, my brother, sitting there! He had clearly been drinking and was nervous and embarrassed but excited as well he might, since I knew that his shyness had ensured he had never had a girlfriend despite his obvious interest in girls, and his eyes were avoiding my face which meant that he missed to look of shock that crossed my face. I had been just about to back out of the room and the deal made with Tony, when I realised that I couldn't. My brother would have been humiliated; I mean what lap dancer refuses to dance with an ordinary guy? And for Greg, the humiliation would have destroyed such an introverted character, while Tony's earlier comment would have been justified; and what explanation could I give that didn't give away my identity? All this took place within a second so, scarcely missing a step, I started to dance for my big brother. At first my movements were slightly disjointed, as my mind was still struggling with the right thing to do. OK, perhaps not "right", but at least the one that enabled Greg and I to escape with the least consequences. Soon however my months of practise took over and I started to settle into my dance. Just within his reach I shook my hips and began to turn around anti-clockwise, wigging my G-string clad ass and bending forward as the music played, titillating and tantalising. As I turned towards him and standing between his thighs, I thrust my breasts forward to touch his face, moved and wove my magic. And he stared at my tummy, he watched my hips roll, his eyes were mesmerised by my constantly moving body as it echoed the rhythm of the music. My touches shocked him, encouraged him, thrilled him and turned up his libido. If he looked at my face, he saw an exotic, erotic vision, enticing and enchanting him. Beads of sweat shone on his face, and his breathing changed and caught as I pumped up his lust with my movements, his hands grasped his thighs in his desperate efforts to avoid reaching out for a touch, a taste, just some contact with the magic that engaged his visceral thoughts. All his thoughts and concentration were on my body, following my curves from my hips to the swell of my breasts. Taking in the irregularity of my nipples, as they stood proud in my flimsy top and always watching me swirl in time to the music, feeling my ass grind against his crotch. I too was affected. If the fear of recognition with Tony had been thrilling, then with my brother it unleashed an primal passion in me. As I danced and rubbed my body against him, I felt his cock push back against me; I saw his eyes greedily devour me; his lips reach out to caress my bikini-clad breasts. I was as hooked as he was and my previous reluctance to remove my clothing was now a need to further raise the sexual tension. As I danced rubbing my tits in his face, I removed my top and allowed it to fall across the bridge of his nose, before its gravity assisted fall to his chest; I leaned over him, so that my nipples brushed across his forehead, his nose and over his mouth which opened to allow his tongue to flick my passing bud. And again, and again, never quite allowing him to catch me. I sat down on his lap and felt him; hard, rock-hard pushing up towards me, telling my body that he wanted me, willing me to continue. And my body responded as I ground my hips down onto him, conscious of his smell and feel, aware of the pounding of my heart and the beat of the music. And I repeated my rhythmic movement, tormenting him, feeling him pressing against me. And now I removed my knickers, slowly teasing him but still hiding my sex with a hand from his eager eyes. I could hear his breathing, heavy and loud but rivalling my own. I moved backwards to him, gyrating my bottom against his tented trousers that told me that he was an enthralled as I. And now I turned to face him, my breasts up against his face obscuring his vision and my naked pussy rubbing against his groin. And more and more, I could feel an ache, a longing from deep within me that manifested itself as I could sense my pussy swell and moisten, in readiness for a mate. I could see the outside of his trousers damp from my juices and raised by his desperate anticipation. Now my hands reached for his crotch, unzipped and released him from the constraints of his clothes, exposing his cock to my sight. Pre-cum glistened on the tip of his erection that seemed to be impossibly big, magnified in my eyes by my own desire. I saw veins standing out along its length, from the engorged head to his balls and I traced my fingers down to cup him, gently. I turned and danced so that the cheeks of my naked bottom massaged against him, simulating the thrusts of a wished for union and raising the tempo of the night ever higher. I could feel his cock sliding against me, warm and hard; I could feel him trying to push himself against even more and I could feel myself ready, prepared. I arched my body, so tilting my vulva to his twitching erection until I could feel him hard against my ass and as I moved imperceptibly upwards, he slipped ever closer to my swollen, lubricated pussy. Lap Dance Surprise So our bodies twirled, and twisted and found each other; my brother poised at my entrance with my juices flowing in welcome to our joining. And I sat back and felt his cock find me, open me and slide into me, easily and deeply as my vagina swallowed him. Still he had not touched me, but now I felt his hands grab my hips, helping to lift me up and down, almost as if I had no weight, controlling our motions and his thrusts as animal passion replaced inexperience. And I took him all, and felt his thickness fill me, and our movements thrill me. Driving into me and pulling out, only to return once more bringing a beguiling sensation to my body. Repeating and repeating. Now his hands moved up to my tits and nipples, teasing and pinching me, adding to my building orgasm. His hands kneaded and grasped my breasts and his fingers rolled my nipples inducing an ecstasy. My fingers pushed downwards, felt my opening and touched his cock piling into my body, before rubbing my clit and adding to the thrill. I tilted my head back and found his mouth in a long passionate kiss that should not have been. And his thrusts built up and brought me to an exquisite orgasm, so intense that I had to press my thighs together to halt his movement. But now I climbed off him, feeling my pussy gradually release him, before quickly spinning around, dropping to my knees and taking his penis into my mouth; tasting him. No! Tasting my juices and smelling his musky scent, licking around his tip and feeling him slide in and out. I'm not claiming I could take him all in, but I took so much of him and gently sucked and squeezed as I released him, repeatedly. My tongue circled around and under his cock's head, licked his shaft and my hands held his testicles, my fingers tickling, massaging him. For a while his hands were on my head guiding my speed and depth, as his masturbated himself with my mouth. My fingers wrapped around his thickness helping that same process. And then he moved me, so that I lay on my back still tantalising him with my tongue, but now he was returning the favour as his lips found my labia. And his tongue danced. Danced between my thighs, twirled against my clit, joined in this tango by his fingers as they sought to delve into me, but always his mouth spoke such words of pleasure. Teasing and tempting. I repaid in kind with a mouth that took his cock in, and hands that held and caressed the wrinkles of his forbidden fruits, cupping them both and feeling the coarse pubic hair. And we turned up one more frantic notch signalling that we were both about to reach our crescendo, to explode into our exquisite orgasms and then....... to taste him as he shot again and again into my welcoming mouth, taking him all and swallowing his seed.........and finally to move around and to hold each other as the music bounded on, with an energy and vitality that was now spent in us. **** The rest of my night had continued in a daze. Sure Tony had paid up as agreed, but I was confused. My thoughts and emotions were all over the place, torn between the most intense and satisfying sex I had ever had and the fact that this had been with my brother, Greg. And my sleep was disturbed my images and imaginings that had my brother's face and body. My dreams were occupied by a deep passion that woke me panting and sexually aroused to the hilt. So I was not fully rested as the morning broke, not in the right frame of mind to look for my ankle-chain that I discovered was missing and certainly not ready to receive an unexpected visitor. Especially since that visitor was my brother. Greg seemed to glow with unusual confidence, more sure about himself and in great spirits. He was slightly louder -- for him, though all this was a matter of degree. He took me out for lunch and drinks. We talked about his work, how I was enjoying Uni, Mum and Dad, friends, everything and nothing. We laughed and smiled, at people, at ourselves and at our memories. I walked down by the river holding his arm and aware of his touch, we saw the normal tourists drift by, watched the birds bobbing on the waves. In short I had a wonderfully relaxing day, happy in my brother's company with no hint of recent events. And when he left, we gave each other a hug and quick kiss as any brother and sister might do, and I watched him walk off. But seconds after I had turned my back to walk home, Greg was there again telling me "I nearly forgot to give you this" "What is it?" I frowned as I took the small white envelope from his hands. "Oh, I've no idea! Tony was the one who suggested that I should take a break from my work and studies, spend some time with my "gorgeous" sister -- that's what he said honest" he smiled "and he asked me to remember him to you and give you this" He indicated the envelope "He says that it is something that he found recently that belongs to you. Anyhow I've got to rush, Bye!" and with that Greg walked off once more. I was puzzled. That Tony should have been so considerate was surprise enough, but that he might have something of mine was more of a surprise. I picked at the edge of the envelope and pushed my finger along the seam to open it up, and froze ...... .....inside were my ankle chain and a note which read "I found this caught on Greg's jacket last night, and realised it was yours -- thinking of you. Tony" I stared in shock -- at the prospect of exactly what Tony was thinking of me and what he might tell anyone. The toilet wall had been right "Tony Morgan is a dick head," only now he appeared more sinister than before. Lap Dance Virgin It was Thursday evening. We were both a bit weary from another long week, and were eagerly looking forward to the weekend. We exchanged the usual “So, how was your day?” banter, and the inevitable topic of what our weekend activities would be. Saturday night was our “out” night. It had become the time in which we reconnect with each other after the week of passing each other in the night. The usual suggestions came up of dinner and a movie. We looked at each other, and both responded in unison. “Nahh.” My husband looked at me, a mischievous grin on his face. “Why don’t we go to a strip club?” I wrinkled my forehead and smiled, waiting a few moments to respond. I responded with a flirtatious and resounding answer. “Maybe!” We had been together for almost 14 happy years. About 2 years ago, my husband had discovered my bi-sexual side. It was an unbelievable turn on for him, so he decided that it was his mission to nurture this previously hidden side of my sexuality. Therefore, it was not a surprise to me that he would make this suggestion. I had to admit that the thought of watching women strip with my husband sitting next to me started a familiar tingle deep within me. Part of me was embarrassed at this thought, and I felt my cheeks redden. A loving smile crossed his lips, and he stared deep into my eyes. He took my hand in his, and noticed immediately that it was warm and moist. This visibly amused him, and I could tell that he was flattered that this woman that he had lived with for so long could still be shy and embarrassed in his company. It was almost as if he were reading my thoughts. He continued to hold my hand in his, and began to speak in his most caring voice. “I love you, Baby; I always will. I want you to be happy, and I want you to experience everything possible in your life. I think it’s wonderful that you now want to embrace your bisexuality. I will be standing next to you every step of the way.” I listened intently to his voice, thinking it would soothe me, but it did not. My hand began to shake ever so slightly in his. I realized that he was seeing into my soul. I felt a stirring within me that I had not felt in a very long time. I was excited and insecure at the same time as I realized that, with my husbands help, I would finally be able to allow myself to express my attraction to other women. It was as if he knew instinctively what I was feeling so, in his special way, he attempted to break the ice of my apprehension. “So, which clubs should we go to? Why don’t you go on the internet and make a list of the ones that you think we would like.” His tone was so “matter of fact” that I knew that there was no use being coy, and that he had made up my mind for me. He stood up and looked down at me, giving me a sly wink. He bent down and pressed his lips to mine in a soft but urgent kiss. Oh, the hunger I felt for him at that moment! I reached up and caressed his face with just the very tips of my fingers. I stood up and wrapped my arms around him, our bodies melting together. I could feel his hardening manhood pressing against my thigh. I tried to blend into his very being. I felt the intermingling of our combined sexual energy, the passion traveling to every nerve ending in my body. I became conscious of my now hardened, erect nipples rubbing against the satin lining of my black lace bra. I repositioned my leg to straddle his thigh bringing his leg in contact with my pussy. I felt the almost overpowering need to meet my primal desires. He ran his hands over my bottom, knowing full well that this is one of my sexual “on buttons”, and a soft sigh escaped from my lips. I pressed them to his frantically, and I felt his warm breath meet my own. All of a sudden he broke his embrace, gently pushing me away, at the same time keeping one hand on my hip. He then spoke with a teasing smile. “Go search the internet for maps to where we are going Saturday night.” I tried to engage him one more time in my embrace. “Behave.” he whispered in my ear, at the same time giving my butt a firm but playful slap. Mildly disappointed, I resigned myself to the task that he had given me. Down the hall I walked, feeling my pussy lips sliding easily together due to the natural lube that he had created within me. After much trial and error I was finally able to develop a tentative plan of action. He came up behind me as I typed and laid his hands on my shoulders, quietly watching as I typed. He spoke in a cheerful voice. “How’s it going?” I showed him the list I had completed. He studied the computer screen from behind me, and a pleased smile slowly appeared on his face. His hands began to slowly slide downward, finding their way to my already electrified nipples. His experienced fingers seemed to know just how much pressure to apply to each one. I almost involuntarily threw back my head and spread my legs wide. He lowered his head to my ear and spoke in his most seductive voice. “I can’t wait to get you your first table dance so I can watch your reaction to the hands of another woman on your body. Oh baby, this side of you makes me so fucking hot!” I turned my upper body to him and wrapped my arm around his waste. With my free hand I began to gently stroke the growing bulge that was now at eye level to me. I licked my lips and pressed my mouth against the material of his jeans, blowing warm air over his swelling member. With no further prompting needed, he unbuttoned them with lightning speed, releasing it from its confines. I then turned my body sideways in the rotating chair so that I could obtain a better position. I took the soft flesh of his cock in my hand and, closing my eyes, began to run it’s head slowly over my face and cheeks, resting it teasingly on my lips. I looked up and smiled at him to gauge his reaction, and saw that his erotic side had surfaced. His eyes were closed and his jaw was set with clenched teeth, and I knew he was anticipating eagerly what was to come next. I allowed my lips to encompass the head of his cock, at the same time darting my tongue over the small opening on its end, fucking it with my tongue like a small pussy. I heard him groan softly. “Oh, fuck!” Upon hearing this I could no longer control myself, so I sucked the entire length of it into waiting, welcoming mouth. The tip of it rested into the back of my throat, and my tongue swirled across the underside of his now steel hard sword. My head and mouth moved slowly to match the rhythm of his slow moving hips. I used my other hand to massage his testicles, which were firm and retracted in close to his body. I knew I was pleasing him and sending him into oblivion! My hand made its way down to my now soaked garden. My clit felt like a fountain pouring forth a warm river of juice trickling down the crevices of my legs and bottom down to the leather chair underneath me. I intentionally began to make louder slurping noises with my mouth as I continued to worship his cock in the way that I knew would always bring him to the edge. My fingers were now strumming my wet clit like a concert pianist playing a grand concerto! His eyes, now glazed over with lust, opened and looked down at my hand between my legs. He smiled as he watched me give myself pleasure while never breaking the wonderful sensations on his hard cock. My thighs began to shake, and I began to suck him with the same feverish intensity that my pussy and body were feeling. I heard his breath quicken, and I knew that this was a sure sign that he was close. “I’m coming!” he gasped in a ragged whisper. Hearing this, I began to salivate, and I closed my throat so I wouldn’t gag. I felt him start to shoot, and I felt the warm liquid bathe my tongue with his seed. My fingers raced to my own climax, this feeling being so intense and powerful to me that tears came to my eyes at the thought of us coming together in unison! As I took a breath I became very aware of the sweet white cum that dripped down my chin as my own juices flowed out of my pussy. I wiped a bit of this from my face and gently swiped my fingers across his lips. I then placed my hand at my own lips and slowly licked what remained of this sweet nectar from my own fingers, gazing into his eyes as I did so. He smiled at me. “Come on, Baby, let’s go to bed and get some sleep. I have to work tomorrow, and so do you. I love you so much. Thank you.” He led me to the bedroom, and gently laid me down on the soft covers. I smiled up at him and spoke in a soft coo. “I love you too, sweetie, you mean so much to me.” He switched off the light, laid down next to me, and together we both drifted off into a peaceful slumber. The week passed quickly as it always seems to. He had to work on Saturday, so the alarm ringing at 5:00 A.M. woke me. He reached over and gently stroked my back. I pushed against him slowly, enjoying this immensely. He then abruptly stopped and got out of bed. I thought about coaxing him to stay, but I knew that if I did he would be late. I rolled over and fell back to sleep as he got himself ready and left for work. I heard the phone ring, and opened my eyes. Looking at the clock, I noticed that one- hour had passed. I answered the phone in a sleepy voice. “Hello?” It was him! “Hello, Baby! Good morning. I want you to relax today, because we are going to have a late night tonight. I have to run, call you later! I love you!” “I love you too!” I said. “Enjoy your day!” “I’ll enjoy the night better, baby, trust me on this one!” With this the line went dead. I lie there in bed, thinking of what was in store for me tonight. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, and I felt like a high school girl going out on her first date. I laughed at myself for a moment at the thought of how I would respond to a nude woman dancing in front of me. Would I be embarrassed? Would I be turned on? “A little bit of both.” I said aloud to no one. I smiled at the thought of having my husband there next to me, keeping me safe, as I explored a side of me that had been hidden for many years. Just thinking of the possibilities of what might happen produced a liberal flow of juices between my legs. I knew that if I didn’t get out of bed I would end up lying there, masturbating the entire day away. I poured myself a cup of coffee and began to attend to some chores that I had set up for myself. I soon found that trying to keep myself busy was not working very well. My thoughts kept traveling back to the anticipation of events to come. I sat down at the computer and brought up the list of clubs that I had compiled on Thursday evening. I began looking at the individual club websites, and was constantly bombarded with explicit images of naked, seductive women that seemed to dance on my screen. I stared at them for quite some time, imagining these women stripping just a few feet away from me. I soon began to detect the scent of my womanhood filling the room. The phone rang. It was my husband. I glanced at the clock. It was lunchtime. “What are you up to, Baby?” I described to him exactly what I was doing, and my reaction to it. “Baby, you’re getting me horny! I’m so lucky to have such a hot wife! Just relax, and I’ll be home soon.” The phone went dead. I was alone again, left to my own devices, left to deal with the anticipation of coming events. I busied my mind with mundane activities like doing the laundry and straightening up the house. Then, a stroke of fear hit me. What would I wear? Would I look dull compared to all of those hot women we would be watching? I ran through the closet, trying on a variety of outfits, feeling inadequate in each one. I heard a noise at the front door; it was my husband returning home from work. He walked in with a smile and a burst of energy. “I’m filthy, Baby, I need a shower.” I had already laid out a towel and clean underwear for him. He walked into the bedroom and immediately saw the pile of clothes that I had went through. “What is this?” he asked. “I want to look good. I want to look hot.” He paused. “You always look hot to me, Baby, that is all that matters. All I have to do is look at you and I get excited.” I smiled. “Thank you, Baby” He disappeared into the shower. When I heard the water running for the second time that day, I found myself laughing at my thoughts and behavior. I finally decide on an outfit to wear; my black corset with a tight jean skirt, accompanied with a short black jacket. I thought that high heels rather than boots. I wanted to look hot, but not cheap! As I got ready, the jitters began. I snapped at my husband a couple of times for no reason. He just looked at me with a wrinkled forehead. I looked back at him and let out a nervous laugh. It became evident to him that I was feeling very nervous and anxious, so he walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. “Relax, this is supposed to be fun. Nothing bad is going to happen tonight, I promise.” I looked down, drawing in my breath. I visualized myself getting ready to run a race, my foot on the starting line, waiting for the gun to go off… We got into the car, and I immediately rolled the window down to have a cigarette in an attempt to relax. We soon arrived at our first club. As we walked across the parking lot I was pleasantly surprised to see that it had the appearance of a classy establishment. It even had valet parking! He held the door open for me, and just for a second my heart stopped. I began to have an internal dialogue with myself. “Ok, relax. This will be fun. What could possibly happen?” I walked through the door with my head held high, looking a little like a kid in a candy store. A gentleman in a tuxedo shook my hand and welcomed me to the club. I looked up and saw three beautiful crystal chandeliers. Below them was an elevated runway adorned with three beautiful women, each in a varying stage of undress. We were escorted to a table on the left side of the runway. My chair was pulled out, and a waitress immediately appeared to take our order. My husband slid his chair close to mine and rested his hand on my thigh. My eyes focused in the darkness, and as I looked at the girls on the stage I realized that one of them was completely nude. “Holy shit! I can see her pussy!” I said aloud. My husband laughed, and whispered in my ear. “Which one do you like?” I looked at each girl. “The one in the middle is cute, and her pussy is shaved.” I said. He stared at her. “You’re right, it is shaved!” The girl cued in on his gaze, and her hand slowly moved down to the object of his attention. She spread her legs slightly, and her fingers spread the lips of her pussy, showing us everything. I gasped, and then stared at my husband. “Will all of them do that?” He smiled at me. “Most will. Do you like that?” I thought for a moment. “ Yes, but I’ll have to admit, I’m a little shocked!” He patted my thigh reassuringly. This sent a ripple of pleasure through me, all the way to my clit. We started playing a game. Together we rated each woman on a scale of one to ten. One woman came out, and my eyes were glued to her immediately. It was not so much that she was the most attractive of them, but her presence was very warm and inviting to me. She held eye contact with me for quite some time, and I could tell that she was having a good time. My husband noticed my interest, and he looked back and forth from me to her, his eyes soon falling to my chest. My nipples had grown hard and were protruding through the thin material of my corset. “Mmm, looks like you’re getting aroused!” he said in a low voice. I became aware that I was almost imperceptibly rocking and grinding my pussy into the chair. “My husband looked at me, smiling. “How about a lap dance, Baby? I think that this girl has what you want.” I smiled and shrugged my shoulders. “I’ll take that as a yes!” He raised his hand, and the waitress almost magically appeared. He whispered something into her ear, and off she went. He snuggled close to me. His lips found mine. I was trembling slightly, and he could feel it. “Are you ready?” he asked. “I don’t know.” “Do you want this?” “Yes, I think I do.” “This is going to be such a turn on for me! I’m hard just thinking of it! I’ll be right here next to you.” I looked over his shoulder and saw that the girl was headed our way. She moved across the club with an air of confidence and grace. “Hi, my name is Sunny. Did you guys request a lap dance?” My husband shook his head. “We sure did!” “Come with me, please.” She took my hand and led me to an area at the back of the club. My heart was racing, and the only thing I could focus on was the softness of her hand. As she led me, my eyes surveyed every curve of her body. She gently pushed me down on as soft couch, and he sat down next to me. “Is this dance for both of you, or just one?” she asked with a smile. My husband answered. “I want you to concentrate on her, ok?” I remained silent, biting my lip with nervousness. She looked at me. “What’s your name, sweetheart? “Tricia. I am a virgin when it comes to this. This is my first lap dance.” The girl smiled even wider. “Well, we’ll have to make it very special then, won’t we?” My husband rubbed my back slowly and slid closer to me. A new song began. I could feel the deep bass of the music fill my body. She ran her perfectly manicured fingers gently over my face and across my lips. Our eyes met, and a smile lit both of our faces. I looked at him and could see that his face was glowing with anticipation. She ran her soft fingers over my chin and lifted my head, bringing my eyes back to hers. She wore a purple, long stretch dress that accented her almost perfect figure to a tee. She reached up and in one motion pulled the straps loose, exposing her 34DD breasts to me. “Do you like these?” Before I could answer, she spoke again. “I know you do.” She giggled, almost girlishly. She held her breasts one in each hand and began to move slowly to the rhythm of the music, moving closer to me with each beat. She straddled my legs, and was so close to me that she rubbed her nipples slowly against my cheeks. I felt one of them softly graze my lips. I wanted so badly to take it into my mouth, to suck it ever so gently. Just when I thought I was about to lose control, she backed away from me a bit. My husband was so engrossed in this spectacle that he failed to notice that we had drawn a small crowd of four or five onlookers. I immediately flushed red at this. She raised her hand and tried to shoo them away, then looked down at me. “They like the show, sweetheart. We’re driving them crazy!” She ran her fingers across the remaining fabric of her dress, and then slowly began to peel it down until all that was left was a tiny G-string. She teased me by pulling the skimpy fabric away from her little pussy, exposing it to me, giving me a glimpse of her womanhood. She turned around and bent over completely, giving her bottom a playful slap. The fluid movements of those perfectly formed globes only inches from my face almost drove me wild. “I cannot take this much longer.” I thought to myself. I was like a woman walking through the desert, and this hot young woman was a cool drink of water. I heard my husband’s voice. “May we touch?” “You can touch my legs if you like.” I looked down and saw my husbands fingers move to the soft skin of her thigh and caress it gently. I followed his lead and moved my hand up to the other side and began to do the same. An audible moan escaped her lips at the pleasure of this. I was so turned on now. She stood up and turned very slowly so that she was facing me again, and she once more straddled my leg. All I could do was whimper, and it felt as if every nerve ending in my body was screaming, and that each was connected directly to my clit. Lap Dance Virgin She raised her leg to the top of the sofa, over my shoulder. Her pussy was now no more than two inches away from my face. I could detect the musty scent that I longed for… “Self control, self control, self control…” I had to repeat this mantra to myself in my thoughts. It was all I could do to keep from pressing my mouth to her soft inner sanctum. I found myself moving my tongue inside of my mouth, mimicking the movements of what I would like to have been doing to her sweet folds. She was tantalizing me so much! She moved her leg down ever so slowly, but not before giving me one more glance at her pussy. I saw that her lips were glistening with wetness, betraying her own arousal. I smiled at her knowingly. She straddled my leg one last time, this time bringing her knee into direct contact to the spot in between my legs. I threw my head back and spread them for her, opening myself to her. All this time, both my husband and I caressed the soft, sweet skin of her legs and thighs with long, gentle strokes. She began a slow, rhythmic grinding of her knee and thigh against my pussy, at the same time rubbing her hard nipples against my own. She spoke to me in a soft, sexy voice. “ Give it to me, Baby. I want you to give it up to me.” I pushed back with my hips against her knee, and my clit began to spasm with such force that my very soul felt like it was exploding with sexual bliss. She knew that I had experienced a strong orgasm, and she held her thigh against my clit, not moving, just pressing. She then backed off very slowly. As she did this, my eyes opened, and I gave her a glazed look, gazing directly into her smiling eyes. “Thank you, Sunny.” I whispered. She grinned knowingly, saying nothing. I turned my head to my husband. “Welcome back, Baby!” he said cheerfully. “How was that?” All I did was smile contentedly. Looking up, it became clear that we had gathered a small audience. A group of people surrounded us, each smiling widely. Sunny made one last vain attempt to shoo them away. She looked down at me. “I wanted to make it special for you.” She said in that soft, sensual voice. “Your first time, huh? Did you enjoy it?” I smiled up at her. “You were exquisite, Sunny. Thank you for making my first lap dance something I will never forget!” “You’re very welcome, Sweetheart. Come back and see me soon, I could get used to you guys!” And with that, she was gone. I adjusted my clothes and tried to regain my composure. We both stood up and embraced. He spoke in my ear softly. “That was beautiful, Baby, I loved watching you. Do you realize that you turned her on as much as she did you?” I blushed at this thought. He then took my hand and led me out of the dark club. I was very aware that some of our audience was still watching us, their eyes following us to the door. As the cool air of the parking lot hit us, we turned o each other almost simultaneously and began to laugh out loud. We walked to the car arm in arm. He opened my door for me, and I got in. he moved to the other side and climbed into the driver seat. He put the keys in the ignition and started the car. He then turned to me, smiling. “We are going to do this again, for sure!” I blushed and nodded. “Yes!” Please feel free to respond to our writing by contacting us at the link below. Thank you for taking the time to share this experience with us.