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The Dance

By: Kip Carson



My wife had been bugging me to take her out dancing for quite a while. I finally gave in and we headed to one of the local nightclubs. Usually I would rather sit, drink and be merry instead of dancing. We chose a good night. The rock band that was there, was really rocking. The dance floor was quite crowded. After I got a few drinks in me, I obliged her with a dance. As the song ended, I headed for the bar to get another jack and coke. We sat at our table, drinking and listening to the band. Suddenly this fine lady with long dark hair, came strolling up to our table.

She began talking to us and asked my wife if she wanted to dance. My wife naively accepted, and I watched as the 2 women danced. As I watched I noticed something quite interesting. The woman that was dancing with my wife didn't have any panties on beneath her fairly short black skirt. At first I thought maybe I was imagining or just fantasizing this. But she bent over to whisper something to my wife, and there it was. I could see her slick pussy lips, and her bare ass.

After the dance, they both sat down with me. We all drank and talked a bit. She told us her name was Liz, and that she had just broken up with her boyfriend of 2 yrs. She came to get her mind off of it. I kept looking under the table hoping that Liz would uncross her legs and I could get a good view of her hot pussy. Liz excused herself to go to the ladies room. I told my wife about what Liz wasn't wearing. "No, you must be imagining it" my wife told me. "You check it out when she comes back" I told her.

Moments later Liz returned. As she sat down, I could see my wife as she stared for a glimpse. Liz noticed this also, and purposely raised her skirt a bit. The look of shock on my wife's face was incredible. I know that she now believed me. We were getting pretty buzzed by now. "Would you like to come to my house for some drinks?" Liz asked us. The bar was closing in a half an hour anyway. I looked at my wife, Stef and she nodded ok. "Sure, we'll follow you" I told her.

We followed Liz to her place. It wasn't very far from the club at all. We all sat on the couch and Liz made us some drinks. As we all drank and talked, Liz put on some music. We watched as she stood before us in the living room and began to do a very seductive dance. She began twirling her skirt, and we both looked in awe at her hairless cunt as she flashed it to us. She grabbed Stef's hand and pulled her from the couch.

A slow song came on, and Liz was holding my wife, and slow dancing with her. My wife was fairly uncomfortable by this, I could see it in her eyes. But part of her was turned on, I'm sure. Liz's hands were around my wife's waist and she kept grabbing Stef's ass as they danced. I kept hoping that Stef would grab hers in return. Stef's hands slowly worked their way toward's Liz's ass. She began holding Liz by her firm cheeks as they danced. Liz raised her skirt and Stef's hands were now touching her bare tanned ass.

My cock began to stir as I watched my wife cup her ass cheeks in her hands. Liz began to nuzzle my wife's neck. Something that I know really gets her hot. As Liz's hot breath touched my wife's neck, I knew what kind of fun lay ahead. Liz began to softly kiss Stef's neck and I could see her wet tongue as it lightly licked her perfumed skin. Stef had "that look" in her eyes. Liz pressed her lips against Stef's and they began to kiss. First, just with their lips pressing against each others but soon a full fledged tongue to tongue type.

I was now hard as hell. I wanted to remove my cock from my pants and stroke off right there, but I maintained my composure. Liz began to run her hand up my wife's skirt. I watched as her hands disappeared beneath the material of Stef's skirt. Stef's mouth fell open as Liz began to rub her pussy through her wet panties. I got up and joined them. As Liz feverishly rubbed my wife's pussy through her panties, I slid Liz's skirt upward. I knelt in the floor and began to kiss Liz's well tanned thighs. I licked her thighs and moved upward. Liz wiggled her hips as my tongue ran across her wet pink pussy lips.

Liz began sliding Stef's panties off as I buried my tongue deep inside of her sweet pussy. Liz led us to her bedroom. She began pushing my wife onto the bed. Liz spread Stef's legs widely apart and she started kissing her wet pussy. Liz's ass was raised high in the air, as she buried her face into Stef's hot wet pussy. I pressed my face against Liz's bare backside and began to lick her wet pussy lips. Liz moaned as I slipped my tongue inside of her wet pussy. She was hungrily sucking on my wife's throbbing clit.

Stef was moaning very loudy and gyrating her hips. I realized that she was on the verge of climax. I nibbled on Liz's large clit, and began sliding a couple of fingers in her tight pussy. Both ladies climaxed at the same time. You could smell the pussy juice in the room. I quickly removed my pants and began rubbing the large pulsating head of my very hard cock against Liz's pussy. Liz thrust against me, and I slid deep inside of her. She continued to lick and suck Stef's hot pussy as I began pumping in and out of her hot tight cunt.

I could hear Liz moan as I pushed my thick cock all the way inside of her. She was bucking against me wildly, keeping me buried deeply inside of her sweet pussy. Stef began moaning again, quite loudly. "Fuck her baby, give her your big cock" my wife yelled. I began to increase my speed and was now fucking her hard and fast. "Make her cum, baby" Stef screamed. I slammed my cock into her with great force. She grunted. I could feel her pussy as it gripped my cock tightly.

"Oh, GOD" Liz screamed. She climaxed intensely. As her tight pussy increased it's grip on my cock, I knew I would be cumming soon also. "I want to taste you" Stef yelled at me. "Cum on my face" I removed my cock from Liz's orgasming pussy and and pressed the head against Stef's mouth. Stef opened her mouth and began to suck my cock. She hungrily licked Liz's juices from my throbbing cock. Liz joined my wife and they both began licking my long thick cock together. I moaned and as my cum erupted, it shot across both of their faces.

Both ladies moaned as my hot jism sprayed their faces and splattered across their lips. Each had a hand around my cock and were jacking me off with quick rapid strokes. My cum still squirting wildly. As I finished cumming, they began to kiss. They shared my cum, and cleaned it from each other hungrily with their tongues. My cock remained rock hard as I watched Liz and my wife kiss and touch each other. Stef then pushed Liz to her back.

I watched as my wife's face disappeared between Liz's tanned thighs. "Oh GOD" Liz moaned. My wife was fucking her hot pussy with her tongue. I watched as Stef licked Liz's hot wet pussy greedily lapping up all of her sweet juices. Liz came quickly. I heard my wife make loud slurping noises as she swallowed Liz's hot pussy juices. My cock needed more attention. I looked at my wife's ass as it lay in front of me, and I began to rub my cock head up and down her moist slit. She grunted. "Fuck me honey" she moaned to me. I slid my throbbing cock all the way inside of her aching pussy. She climaxed as I rammed her hard. 

She sucked Liz's pussy even harder and faster while I fucked her tight pussy. My wife is a muliple orgasmic person, and I love this. She can easily cum 10-15 times a night if she's really hot. My wife's pussy squeezed my cock like a vise as I kept it buried deep inside of her. Liz was thrusting her pussy against Stef's face. I could see how wet she was, and my wife's face was glistening with Liz's hot pussy fluid.. I grunted, and my cock exploded. I shot my hot cum deep into Stef's hot pussy.

Stef moaned and climaxed as I did. Liz was furiously bucking her hips up and down. She was moaning loudly. Liz climaxed hard, and my wife licked the sweet juices as they gushed from her hot pussy. I emptied the rest of my cum into my wife, and withdrew my cock from her. Stef continued sucking Liz's hot pussy as I lay beside them and watched. My cock was still hard. The hot smell of sex in the room, and the show they were putting on for me kept me horny.

I stuck the head of my cock against Liz's lips and she hungrily licked my wife's juices from it. Liz eagerly deepthroated my throbbing cock. It was incredible. Liz sucked me wonderfully. She fucked my cock with her hot mouth. I mean, she took my 9+ inches all the way to my balls. I fucked her mouth roughly and she didn't gag once. My wife had her so sensitive that she pushed her face from her pussy. Liz quickly made me cum, and she hungrily swallowed the few drops of cum that squirted from my worn out cock.

I was too sore to continue any further. I had cum three times in a short period of time, and my cock needed to rest. I watched as Liz ate my wife to climax a couple of more times. We said our good byes and we went home. Needless to say, I think I will take my wife dancing more often now.

The Dance



Nickelback plays in the background as we dance in my room, your hands spinning my wheelchair, switching your hands between my wheel rims and my back handles. Once more, you spin me to face you, as you fall into my lap, you sit, your arms around my neck and shoulders. Your mouth presses against mine, your whiskers gently scrape my face. Your lips part, your tongue pressing through my lips until it meets mine, you raise your hand from my back to the back of my head, your fingers in my hair, holding my head against yours. I struggle to breathe through my nose while trying to inhale your essence at the same time; my mind and body in a paradoxical combat, needing both air and you to sustain me. 

You slowly unbutton my dress as you kiss down my neck, my chest, moving slightly to the sides, alternating, as your lips approach my nipples, teasing them for a moment, finally kissing each one, sucking them gently, back and forth. I can feel our passion growing as I push you off my lap until you are standing in front of me. I move my hands forward to undo the buttons on your jeans, releasing your hardness from its constriction; I quickly pull your cock between my lips, into my mouth, down my gullet. Your hands grab my head, grasping my hair, holding yourself deep in my throat. My tongue flicks at your cockhead, sucking your dick as hard and deep as I can. I look up to capture your gaze, your cock fucking my mouth as I continue staring up into your eyes...the music continues...

"...I love the way you still say please, while you're looking up at me..."

You can feel all the details of my mouth and throat pleasing you, making your cockhead throb even larger in ecstasy. I contract my mouth muscles tightly, repeatedly, around you. I can barely breath now, a slight high develops, intensifying every touch, every kiss, every caress. You keep one hand on my head to keep fucking my mouth as you lower one hand slowly down my neck and chest. You reach for my nipples again, tenderly pinching them and rolling them in your fingers. You gently drag the tips of your fingers around them and all over my chest, dragging them delicately up to my neck. With lack of control you grab the back of my neck and hold it tightly. Forcing yourself even deeper down my throat, you reach your thumb around, and press it forcefully into the skin of my throat, into the sensitive depression at the top of my sternum, feeling yourself through my neck skin and muscles, suppressing my air even more than before, the resulting high even stronger now, sensually stimulating my whole body. I feel your cock getting even harder, starting to contract between my lips as the song follows us...

"....I love my hands around your neck..."

You suddenly release your grip on my neck, shooting your cum into my mouth, pouring it down my throat. I suck you dry for several minutes, swallowing every drop, until I think you are finally spent, but I am mistaken... 

We resume our dance, we begin to kiss again, your hands beginning to touch me more, down, my neck, tracing my collar bones, you kissing down my neck as your fingers travel down my cleavage, along the edge of my bra, around the sides of my breasts, my nipples hardening as your hands tease them. Undoing the buttons on the front of my dress, slipping it off my shoulders, undoing my front bra clasp, sliding it off as well, your hands cup my tits as you lower your lips slowly down my neck and chest. 

I am getting drenched as you do this. You know what I want, and you pick me up out of my chair, lifting me and laying me onto the bed, straddling my hips, you hold my hands above my head with one hand as you return to sucking my nipples, lowering your other hand to reach up under my skirt. You raise your head to kiss my throat, hard, pressing into my larynx, my windpipe, the lightheadedness resulting from the reduced breath enhancing the feel of giving control up to you, as well as feeling electricity from your fingers traveling up my thighs, grabbing at my panties, ripping them off quickly. 

You need both hands now, so you grab a silk scarf from a pile laying conveniently nearby, tying my hands together, above my head to the bed frame. You force your knees between mine, prying my legs apart, grabbing more scarves to secure my ankles to the lower bed corners. My body spread like a banquet before you, your hands, mouth, body, now free to feast as you wish. You put your hands underneath my ass and hips and lift my crotch in the air near your face as you begin to gently kiss the surrounding area of my pussy. You lick from top to bottom a couple times with your tongue deeply, slowly. While you do this, you slide a pillow under my hips to keep them raised at just the right angle. 

You attempt to kiss deeper as you tease my clit with your finger. Still licking in a slow, upward motion you begin to roll your tongue occasionally. You can't handle the waiting and express so by moaning loudly and shoving your tongue deep inside me, grasping my pubic bone and pussy tight with your palm. I moan and writhe, my body seemingly struggling against the restraint, but really responding on its own, wanting to pull you inside, as deep as imaginable. You capture my gaze, looking up into my eyes as you lightly flick your tongue at my clit. 

You smile slyly at me as my head rolls back and to the side, a moan escaping my lips, you move up quickly, brushing your cock against my slit briefly, you feel my wetness flowing, and you slam your cock into me as you move your hands up to massage my tits and caress my face, our bodies meeting just right, your pubic bone and hair stimulate my clit as you fuck me as deep as conceivably possible. You pull yourself near to my neck so you can bite deep, and as you do I let out a moan of pleasure. You bite my bottom lip and grasp my hips tight for ease of ramming your hard dick inside of me. You grasp my hair with one hand and steal a violent kiss. Thrusting hard and deep inside me, you pull your body briefly away and pull me into a position for me to see you going in and out of my snug little cunt. You place a hand under my head, lifting, so I can see you nailing my pussy, harder, faster now; I can see the skin on both of us being pulled by the other's. 

I squeeze my cunt muscles repeatedly, clenching your cock, trying to pull it all the way in, you press your fingers into the flesh of my belly, feeling yourself inside me through the skin and muscles of my lower abdomen, pressing on my g-spot in between, I feel the sensations in my lower body starting to build in small ripples, then waves, combining with the massive build-up occurring in my clit, I thrash my head back and forth, I feel myself getting close, but I want you cum too, at the same time, deep in me. My pussy milks your dick, making you as hard as granite, pounding, pulverizing my cunt. My body starts to peak just as I feel your cock start to spasm, you wrap your arms around me, my back, my hips, holding me as close as physically possible. 

I cum, my cunt spasming uncontrollably now, trying to suck you in and push you out at the same time, but you hold onto me, staying in as deep as you can as our bodies feel like they are exploding. The waves of pleasure wash over me, rolling through my whole body. I don't want it to stop, but nature being what it is, my body's convulsions finally start to slow, still gripping you in me, but not as strong, less often, as I finally start to come down from the rapture. I feel the endorphin high wash over my brain, I sigh and moan in delight, but you are still not finished...

"...I love the way you can't say 'No"..."

You climb off me, untying my feet, but leaving my hands bound, you clutch my body, flipping me over, pulling my hips up as you shove several pillows under my belly, propping up my ass and hips into the air, providing you with the perfect view, the perfect access. Your hands reach up underneath to cup my tits again, as you rub the tip of your cock along my slit again, taunting my cunt, tormenting me for what seems like forever, before you finally thrust into my dewy pussy from behind. Pounding me, your rock hard cock filling me, banging me relentlessly. Your hands grasp my pelvic crests, pulling my ass up even more to meet your belly, as your cock rips me apart yet again. My exhaustion nearly overwhelming me, my body limp as you simply consume me, fucking me more, over and over, until I begin to feel your cock constrict once more. I regain a bit of strength, finally able to squeeze at your cock with my cunt muscles again. You move one hand from my hip to the middle of my belly, holding my body up tightly against yours, while you move your other hand underneath, brushing my clit lightly, the intensity building again in both of us. My body peaking again as you stab my sex one last time, sending my stretched pussy into violent convulsions as you flood my insides again, holding me tight against you, around you, staying deep inside, pressing against my cervix, as long as you can... 

"...You're like my favorite damn disease..."

You finally soften, sliding out of me, and eventually climb off of me, laying next to me, untying my hands, rolling me over onto my side. Holding me affectionately, contentedly, we fall asleep in each others arms.



The Dance



My first night in LA and I'm left on my own to explore the city as my friends are wined and dined by their favorite man of the night. A soft sigh escaping, looking up at the bright neon lights above. Maybe I should just forget it and go back to watch TV in the hotel room. Stepping back as a group of swaying, laughing men and women make their way into the street. The sudden blast of pounding music sounding again as a smaller group makes their way into the club. 

Not really wanting to spend the night alone. Shoulders straightened, leather tugged, I make my way through the door and into the crowded entryway. The couple in front of Me being harassed about their IDs. I'm forced to wait as they try to convince the doorman of their age and need to gain entrance. Rolling my eyes and digging into my pocket for the posted cover charge, having no patience at all for this delay and moving up as they finally move deeper into the club. Waving a bill in front of the muscle-bound guy behind the podium as my eyes scan the darkness beyond. His assessing glance and deep nod passing me through with money still in hand. 

Stepping deeper into the press of people, flashing lights and a deep pulsing beat seeming to pound within my own body. The smoke in the room swirling like a thick fog. Squeezing myself between two girls in a deep meaningful conversation screamed at the top of their lungs, to slide onto a stool at the bar. Ordering my drink and leaving the bill in my hand to cover the charge as I curl fingers around the chilled glass and turn to watch the dance floor. Bodies writhing and jerking, sweat soaked brows and a flash of black fishnet. 

A smile slowly curving my lips as I take the first deep drink of the icy mixture in my hand and start to relax. This isn't so bad, I'll have a few drinks, maybe a dance or two, and then back to the hotel for a bit of TV and bed. Settling in to watch the people around me, an ugly little man in the far corner trying his charms on a girl too young to know any better. 

A girl with pink spiked hair tasting the lips of her lover across the way. My gaze shifting again, held this time by a more conservative type, a handsome man calmly sipping his drink and seeming to enjoy watching the dance floor as much as I. His dark suit flawless, his shoes shined to a bright sheen, his movements slow and precise as if everything was prearranged and fit perfectly into place.

Following the stranger's gaze to the dancing bodies, a younger man, nearly a boy moving out of the crowd to drop carelessly into the chair next to the other. Watching them lean close to speak, their eyes touching as the younger one laughs and grabs his own glass to toss back the contents. Beads of sweat trickling down the boy's brow, exertion flushing the smooth perfection of his face. The boy was dressed near opposite of the man at his side, his long legs encased in tight black latex, laced at the fly. His chest bared beneath the light mesh covering meant to have the illusion of a shirt, tiny nipples peeking as he moves. 

His energy light and carefree, his body moving easily with the music as he rises and moves to the bar with an empty glass in hand. My voice a whispered thought as he comes closer. "My god, he's beautiful." Breath catching in my throat, watching him flirt easily with the barmaid, ordering his drink and making small talk as he waits for his will to be done. Long slender fingers closing around his glass and the change slid to him by the giggling girl behind the bar. His dark eyes flicking up to meet my gaze. A simple nod, a dismissing smile as he turns and heads back to his table. Seating himself again beside the handsome man.

Two drinks and a rush of confidence later, I stand and adjust the too short hem of my skirt. Moving with purpose across the crowded dance floor. Walking right up to their table and leaning low to speak with the older of the two. "Hi, I know this is a bit odd...but I'm new in town, I don't know anyone here, and I need a dance partner." Turning My glance slowly to look at the boy, then back again to continue. "How much would it cost me to have him...for the night?" 

The boy's face flushing brighter, a sudden rise of anger lighting his dark eyes. "Excuse me?? I'm not for sale and I don't do chicks, go waste your money somewhere else!!" 

My eyes flicking briefly to him at the outburst, an amused smile curving my lips. Turning immediately back to the older man. "I promise not to cut him up and leave him in a garbage bag somewhere, how much?" The boy's loud protests ringing in my ears yet my gaze staying locked on the other, waiting for his answer while totally ignoring the quickly ignited temper. 

The man looks to the boy and back to me, his laughter soft and controlled, "Well lady, I'm not so sure you'll want him after you realize what a tantrum you've started, but if you're serious..." His amused gaze flashing to the boy. "If you're serious I think he'd be worth at least a hundred an hour." 

The look on the boy's face at that offer...priceless. A look of pure astonished outrage, disbelief and possibly even a degree of pure animal lust. "WHAT?! How could you?how DARE you? Fuck you both I don't need this shit, I am so out of here!!" Shoving his chair back from the table the boy grabs for his jacket and heads in a rush for the door.

My decision made with the latest outburst, three wrinkled bills pulled from the tight leather at my hip and slammed onto the table. An arrogant grin curving my lips. "Nice doin' business with you, handsome." Winking and turning on My heel to wind through the crowd.

Following the boy's hurried steps to the door and catching hold of his jacket just as he rounds the doorway, catching his body against the brick siding with mine pressed in to trap him there. My voice low and deadly serious. "I paid for you, I'm going to get my money's worth." 

His tone softer now, annoyed and tight with his anger. "Listen lady, I'm sorry but I'm not playing your game. I don't do chicks, it's not my style. And I'm NOT for sale, at any price to ANYONE! I'm tired and I'm pissed off and I'm going home, goodnight!!" 

Pushing at my shoulder to move me out of his way just as the cold hard kiss of steel touches beneath his chin...finding the slightest bit of stubble on a seemingly smooth patch of flesh, staring hard into his eyes. "No, boy, you are going to come back into this club...you are going to smile and you are going to pretend to have the time of your fucking life. And you are going to dance with me." 

The blade's sharp tip sliding down to tuck into the hollow of a collarbone, a grin touching my lips. "If you refuse to give me what I paid for, I'll take my payment in blood. Your lover's blood. Now tell me pretty boy, which shall it be?" 

His harsh laugh disbelieving yet a tiny flare of fear sparks behind his eyes, his lashes fluttering down to cover the doubt. "You won't do anything bitch, just leave me the fuck alone or I'll call the cops. This is bullshit, I'm leaving!"

Again he pushes to move past me and this time the blade's sharp tip presses into his flesh, merely a knick yet freezing him in place. His eyes wide, all thoughts of leaving gone. His adam's apple bobbing visibly as he tries to swallow his fear, his realization that the threat might be real. Dipping my head to brush lips to his ear, the softest whisper to freeze his heart. "Which part of your lover would you prefer I take for your cowardice? Which is your favorite? I'll bet it's his cock huh? I could see his hardon for you from where I sat at the bar."

The boy's throat moves again before he speaks, that nervous swallow. "No!! No, I'll do what you want, I'll dance with you. Just put that thing away alright?" 

Shrugging delicate shoulders and taking a step back, bringing the point of the blade to my lips to drag my tongue over the bright drop of crimson staining the perfect steel. "Alright." Sliding the blade into a sheath almost invisible against the leather skirt and nodding my head toward the door. "Oh and you should probably know that I have his wallet, I know where he lives. Don't do anything stupid." Giving him a shove to send him through the door and following closely.

Taking his hand and giving him a smile meant for lovers, I pull him onto the dance floor. Whispering softly against his ear. "Smile pretty boy, smile and dance like your life depends on it...or his..." 

Stepping back to watch his hips begin to move, his smile forced...too bright. His hands reaching for my hips to draw me to him. My body catching the pulsing beat and moving with his, swaying hips bumping and grinding slowly into him. 

Pressing tight to feel the muscles tense under his clothes, to feel the sudden jerk of his arousal against my belly. Tipping a slow grin up to him, my voice just loud enough to be heard over the music. "Ohhhh the pretty boy enjoys his fear, or he enjoys my body. Which is it pretty one?" 

Watching his jaw clench, his eyes blaze, yet still his body moves against mine. The thrust of his hips forceful as he keeps careful time with the beat, working the press of his cock harder against my body. His refusal to answer bringing a soft laugh. My hands sliding up his chest, fingers lacing at the back of his neck.

Winking to the one still sitting where we left him, a look of astonished interest on his face when he sees I've brought the boy back. Our bodies melting into one another as the song changes and a slower beat fills the room, his now full arousal grinding into me. Looking up to see a different spark in his eyes, a slight change in his pasted on smile. His hands moving over my hips to grip my ass, hips gyrating slowly, obscene movements of his body into mine. A lover's dance. 

His lips pressing over mine, tongue probing my mouth as lips part in surprise. Caught offguard by his kiss, my body pressing closer into him, my hip brushing his groin and dragging a loud groan from his throat as the handle of my blade grinds into his flesh. His voice rumbling softly against my ear as his face dips into my hair. "Might as well get your money's worth." 

Fingers digging into the leather clad curve of my ass and pulling me tighter against the heated laces of his crotch, rubbing himself against me. Fucking me slowly through the tight cling of our outfits. Gasping soft. The tight control I've held all night slipping just slightly as a heat stirs low in my belly, my hips rocking to meet him. Lost in the dance. 

Slender fingers slipping between the tight press of our bodies to tug and pull the string of his laces, loosening the ties that restrain his heat. Sliding fingertips along the smooth head of his cock, finding a bit of steel with a delighted purrrr and giving it a gentle twist. His hips rocking to press his cock into my hand, a look up showing only a raw and urgent need. My fingers curling around the thickness of his shaft, shuddering as I feel the blood pulse through hot flesh. 

"Ooohhh god, so...so beautiful!!" A murmured whisper escaping my lips. Thrusting my hips into him, crushing my fist between us as it squeezes and tugs at his cock. 

His voice sounding raspy, soft. "Why...why me? There are a dozen other guys here who would have paid YOU to dance with them. Why me?" With a slow grind of his hips, his hand moves and closes around the handle of the blade. Pulling it free and holding it low. The blade gliding up along my inner thigh as he whispers against my ear. "Why me?"

Closing my eyes to pull in a slow calming breath as I feel the steel, my own steel, sliding along my bare flesh. Lips still tasting of his kiss opening to answer, saying the only words that come to mind. "You were the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen, I had no right to you, no chance with you. Yet if I'd not touched you tonight, I'd have ached for it the rest of my life." 

Stated so simply even with the blade in his hand, no regret showing in wide emerald eyes as they touch his dark gaze, smoldering with a need so deep, a hunger so fierce. His breath leaving in a rush, shaking his head but responding to that need with a blazing energy all his own. His hips pulling back as his hand moves the blade upward, sliding beneath my skirt to graze soft velvet panties.

"Tonight is your lucky night lady, I'm going to give you your money's worth and so much more..." 

Jerking back instinctively an edge of the blade slides beneath the material of my panties and tugged, the velvet sliced easily. My cunt bared beneath the skirt. My eyes wide as he replaces the knife carefully and grips my hips with both hands, pressing his body into mine to dance me back against the wall. People muttering protests as they're jostled out of our way, finding purchase against the stones behind me. My hips rocking, grinding into his. 

Fingers tearing at the mesh of his shirt to reach his flesh. Feeling his grip at my hips tighten as he lifts me, hands reaching for his shoulders. Legs parting to wrap around him. A scream caught in my throat as my hips rock and he sets me down slowly onto his cock, stretching my cunt wide. Tight muscles clenching as hips meet and grind, my cunt slick with mindless need for him.

Blind to the people watching around us, shifting hips to move on his cock. His hands on my ass lifting me up and down his hot hard length. Fucking me back into the wall. Groaning loudly, my need overwhelming any sense of space or balance, held up by him alone. My hands moving up to hold his face and press my tongue into his mouth. The thrust of his cock into my cunt strong and sure, lifting me as he slams harder into my heat. A slick velvety heat clenching around pulsing flesh to pull him deeper into me, wanting more, needing more. 

My nails tearing his shirt, raking the bare flesh of his back. Hips rocking, writhing...grinding hard into him. My screams echoing in the crowded room as my back scrapes the wall and my cunt convulses in a molten shudder around him. His cries melting into mine, his cock thrust hard and deep as he lets my hips fall and presses his own up...grrrrinding...gasping...and erupting in a flow of hot cum deep into my clenching cunt. His hips rocking gently as slick muscles continue to grip and cling, spasming to clench tighter at his flesh. Our breathing ragged as heads come together, his hands at my hips holding me there, impaled on his cock. 

Finally catching his breath enough to lift me up. My muscles protesting as he slips from my hold and my feet once more touch the ground. My knees too weak to hold me and only his hands still strong at my hips keeping me from melting to the floor at his feet. His lips brushing mine with the most tender kiss I've ever tasted, making love to my mouth as if drinking from the sweetest spring.

My heart pounding anew as he pulls his head back to smile down into my passion fogged gaze, his voice sending a shudder down my spine as he bends to whisper. "He doesn't carry a wallet, but your blade and your attitude was hot, I'd have paid you for this dance tonight. And it would have been worth every penny." 

Bowing regally and pressing another tender kiss to the back of my hand he turns on his heel and heads back to his table. Leaving me standing with people staring all around, soft laughs and catcalls slowly surrounding us. His head bends to his lover and they both turn to leave, my body slumping hard against the wall. A silly grin on my lips, the memories of beautiful dance to carry in my heart. 



The Dance



I couldn't take my eyes off of you. The short skirt revealing your beautiful legs, the silk blouse draping over your breasts, but more than anything it was the way you moved with him on the dance floor. I had always believed that the way a woman dances tells you so much about how she would be in bed, and watching your cat-like moves had me so hard that I could not get up from my table without revealing my raging erection.

I knew that you had caught me looking more than once and I had given up on trying to hide it. I saw you move in close to your partner and whisper something in his ear before he looked over to me as well. As I continued to watch, you spun around and pushed your wonderful ass back toward him. He put his hands around your waist and both of you looked over at me as you started to grind together to the music. It was so erotic watching the two of you moving together. All I could picture, as you pressed yourself back into him was his cock inside of you, fucking you to the beat of the music. It was all I could do not to free my own cock from my pants and jerk myself off under the table.

I watched the two of you like this for several songs. I had just finished my drink and the waitress had brought me another. After I had paid her I looked back to the dance floor to see that you were gone. I figure it was going to be a night of going home and jerking off as I fantasized about what he was doing to you when he had you alone. I took a good swig of my drink hoping it would ease some of the tension I felt, when the two of you walked by my table, apparently on your way out. Just as the man you were with had passed, he reached back and dropped a piece of paper on the table. As I opened it up and read it, my hear began to race. On the paper there was an address and a simple note: "Meet us here in 30 minutes." I finished my drink, and left the club.

As I pulled into the driveway, got out of my car and walked to the door, my mind was racing with the thoughts of what I might be about to experience. I rang the bell, and as you opened the door, you gazed down from my eyes seeing the bulge in my jeans that all of my thoughts had created. "Thank you for coming," you said, as you reached out your hand to shake mine, "I'm Renee, come on in."

I shut the door behind me as I followed you in through the hall to the living room. The man you were with at the club was sitting on the sofa and he stood up to as I walked behind you into the room. "Hi, I'm Alex," he said as he motioned for me to sit in a chair across from the sofa, "can I get you something to drink?"

"Whiskey and water, if you have it," I said as I shook his hand, "I'm Rob by the way." I took my seat as he walked to the kitchen to get some drinks.

You sat on the sofa across from me on the chair. You looked at me with a wicked smile on your face. "So you like to watch me dance," you said as you uncrossed and crossed your legs again, giving me a brief glimpse of your clean-shaven pussy. I simply nodded, already getting hard again at your brief tease. "Would you like to watch me dance for Alex?" you asked as he walked into the room and brought me my drink. I nodded again as I took the drink from him and he walked over to sit on the sofa beside you.

You looked at him as he sat down. "Rob wants to see me dance for you Alex," you said with a smile on your face, "would you like that?" Alex leaned back on the sofa and simply motioned with his hands for you to go ahead.

You stood up in front of him so that you were facing me and began to move to the music that was playing lightly on the stereo. I watched as you bent over, showing him your beautiful ass and moving it in closer to his face. He reached up and grabbed your shirt skirt, unzipping it from behind, pulling it down over your legs and helping you step out of it. You the turned around to face him as you began to take off your top. You let it fall to the floor, and then unclasped your bra, letting it fall as well. As you bent over to bring your now bare breasts closer to his face I had a beautiful view of your ass. The closer you bent over to him, the more I could see of your beautiful pussy. All I could think was how much I wanted to be behind you watching my cock pound in and out of that hot little hole.

As you rubbed your breasts across Alex's face I noticed that he had slipped his pants down and was not massaging his hardening cock. You stood up again, turning around to face me, and then lowering your ass to him. He held his cock straight up and I watched as you guided your pussy down to his head and then slowly sat down on him, taking him all the way in up to his balls. You rotated your hips as you began to grind him inside of you. As I looked at your face, I saw that your eyes were transfixed on the massive bulge in my jeans. "You look a little cramped," you said, "why don't you let that out of there."

I leaned back on the sofa, undoing me jeans and pulling them off over my legs. My cock stood straight up as I leaned back, almost aching with need and desire as I watched you continue to fuck him on the sofa. I began to stroke myself with long, slow strokes of my hand as I watched the look of pleasure on your face.

You continued to grind Alex inside of you for a few more moments before you stood up, his now raging hard cock slapping back against his stomach. You walked over to me, and turned around to face him as you reached back to take my cock in your hand. You lowered yourself to me and guided me inside you slowly, just as you had with Alex. I thought I was going to cum right there from all of the teasing I had been taking all evening, but you stopped as soon as you had taken me in all the way.

I suddenly hear Alex speak up from across the room. "So what do you want to do Renee?" he asked.

I heard you let out a low, sexy moan as you started to rotate your hips, feeling my now hard as steel cock inside of you. Then I heard you speak up in a soft, sultry voice. "I want you to get the video camera," you said, "I want you to make a video of Rob fucking me like a porn star." You moaned again and I could feel your grinding me even harder inside you. "Then I want you both," you said, "I want you to ravage me, I want you both to fuck me like a hot little whore."

You leaned back against my chest, driving me even deeper inside you, before you stood up and released my aching cock from your pussy. You turned to face me, and out your hand out, moving your finger for me to follow you. I stood up from the chair, my cock now standing straight out in front of me, and followed you as you walked to the bedroom. 

You rolled on to your back on the bed as soon as you got in the room, letting your head fall down off the side. I saw Alex walk in the room just seconds after with the camera in his hand already recording. You pointed to my cock and then back to your mouth. "Bring that beautiful cock over here and fuck my face," you said. 

I walked over to the bed, which was quite high, and found that your head hanging over the edge like that provided the perfect angle. I held my cock in my hands and ran its tip across your lips. You opened your mouth, and I slid myself inside you, feeling your lips wrap tightly around me and your cheeks touching me from the side as you started to suck me in hard. I began to move slowly, fucking your mouth in and out like a hot little pussy. I was lost in the pleasure and barely aware of Alex, moving around and getting all kinds of angles of me fucking your face like this.

I felt your one hand on my thigh, pushing be back out of you as your other hand came up and wrapped around my cock. "Fuck that's such a nice cock," you moaned, as you slid up further on to the bed, "get up here and eat my pussy while you're fucking my mouth."

I climbed up on to the bed and positioned myself on top of you with my cock hanging down in front on your face and my head between your legs. As I felt your hand close around me and you took me into your mouth again, I spread your pussy lips with my fingers and started to flick your clit with my hot tongue. I could feel you moaning on my cock, as I shoved two fingers inside you and started to fuck you with my hand. You pushed my cock out of your mouth, jerking it hard with your hand. "That's it baby," you cried out, "finger fuck that pussy while you eat me." You swallowed my cock again, moaning even harder as I found your g-spot with my fingers. I began to rub it hard and fast as I sucked your clit in and out between my lips. I felt you drive your face up against me, swallowing me all the way to the base and pushing me down your throat. I felt like cumming right then, but your orgasm was starting to hit you and you once again pushed me up and out of your mouth. "Fuck yessssssssssss," you cried out as I continued to work you faster and harder with my mouth and hand. I suddenly heard you moan out loudly as you shot your hips upwards and started to squirt, covering my face with your hot cum.

You had barely rested for a second before I heard you again. "Fuck me now," you moaned, "I want that cock in me now." I wasted no time moving around on the bed, grabbing your ankles to spread your legs wide and driving myself inside you with one hard thrust. I saw Alex still recording, and moving around the room getting as many angles of us as he could. You looked deep into my eyes as I started to drive my cock in and out of you. "That's it baby," you said, "don't hold back….give it to me hard." I released your ankles from my hands and you kept your legs spread wide for me. I positioned myself, holding myself up with my arms on each side of you and started to fuck you harder and harder. "Oh yeah, that's it baby," you moaned, "talk to me now."

I drew myself out and thrust myself into you hard, grinding myself against you clit. "You like that," I growled, "do you like that hard cock you little slut?" I gave you another long hard stroke. "You like getting fucked hard don't you," I moaned in a low voice, "you like that hard cock pounding your tight little pussy." You moaned as I pulled out and then started to drive myself inside you with faster strokes. I was lost in the moment and started fucking you so hard that the entire bed was shaking. "You're such a hot little slut," I cried out, "take that cock…take that fucking hard cock…make me cum you little bitch!"

I started to grow harder and harder inside of you as I felt my orgasm rising from deep within me. I saw Alex moving in for a close up and, heard you speak as you felt me starting to cum. "Pull it out and cum all over me," you moaned, "shoot it all over me like a little porn slut."

I barely pulled out in time, grabbing my cock in my hand and jerking it off as I started to shoot my hot load all over you. I came so hard that one shot covered you from your pussy all the way up to your chin. It felt like I was never going to stop cumming as I saw Alex getting all of it on tape and you rubbing my cum into you with your hands. When I finally did stop it looked your entire body was shining with my wet, sticky cum.

You just smiled as I rolled over on the bed beside you, trying to catch my breath. I saw Alex bring a tripod over to the side of the bed and set up the camera before he got down on the other side of you. "Fuck that was hot," he said, "now I need some attention." He took you by the back of the head and guided you down to his already throbbing cock. I heard him moan deeply as you took him into your mouth and started to give him a voracious blow job. I couldn't believe it, but the sounds of you sucking him with such hunger were making me come to life again.

Alex reached down to grab your head between his hands. "Get up here and fuck me now," he said as he pulled up on top of him. You straddled him and guided him into you as you sat back on his cock and started to ride him. I started to stroke my cock as I watched, feeling myself come to a raging erection once again. I saw you start to ride him harder and harder as he reached down with one hand to massage your clit. "So what do you want now Renee," he said as you began to moan.

You looked over at me stroking my cock. "I want you both to fuck me," you said, "I want to ride your cock while he fucks my ass."

Alex left his one hand between your legs, continuing to massage your clit, as he put his other arm around your back and pulled you down closer to him. I was certainly not going to turn this down, so I moved over behind you on my knees. I could see Alex's cock buried deep inside you and your ass in such a perfect position. I let some saliva gather in my mouth and then spit on my hand before lubing up my cock. I placed the head of my cock against your ass and slowly slid myself inside of you, working my way all the way in. As I began to move I could feel Alex's cock moving inside you as well.

You moaned as we both started to push our cocks in and out of both your tight holes. I saw Alex reach up and grab you by the hair at the back of your head and turn your face to the camera. "Tell us how it feels baby," he said.

You moaned as you looked towards the camera, barely able to speak, but you managed to get out short spurts of words. "Two cocks inside me…two men fucking me…one in my pussy one in my ass…two hard cocks…fucking me hard like a dirty little whore."

Hearing you moaning and talking like this was driving both of us crazy. Alex started to massage your clit faster as both of us started to fuck you harder. You continued looking into the camera. "Oh fuck," you cried out, "fuck me…both of you…fuck me…ohhhhhh fuck…I'm going to cummmmmmmm!" Almost as soon as you cried out we felt you bucking between us as your orgasm rocketed through your body. We continued fucking you harder and harder until both of us were on the edge as well. You pushed up off of Alex and looked into the camera again "That's it boys," you moaned, "I want you to cum for me. I want you to roll me over and cum all over me like a little porn slut." I knew I couldn't hold out one second longer as I felt the cum starting to travel up my shaft. I pulled my throbbing cock out of your ass and grabbed you hard by the shoulders, rolling you off of Alex and onto your back on the bed. I immediately began painting your stomach with my stream after stream of hot, sticky cum. Alex had moved up so he was kneeling beside your face, and as soon as he saw me cumming all over your stomach he began to cum on your face with so much force that it was splashing off your lips and tongue. As soon as Alex had finished cumming he got up and went over to the camera, taking it from the tripod and focusing it on your cum covered body on the bed. "Fuck that's hot," he said as he focused on you taking some of cum from your stomach on one finger and bringing it to your mouth to lick it off.

You looked into the camera with a wicked smile on your face, and in a breathy voice, I hear you moan "Again……".



The Dance



It was their twenty-eighth anniversary, and the first time they'd been out together dancing in so many years that neither remembered the last time. Not that they led a boring life or anything..., they just hadn't danced. The lessons were really weird at first. A bunch of losers trying to impress each other. Mike and Jan almost quit the first night, but their voyeuristic curiosity made them stay to watch the weirdo's. Stan became their favorite. What a real geek! thirty-something with the maturity of a middle-schooler. He probably hadn't had a date in his life, but now... Dance Fever here he comes.

Jan actually felt sorry for him (hell the truth is Mike dared her to do it) and danced with Stan on some of the couples dances. Now he's sure that Jan loves him secretly as much as he loves her! Jim and Laura were their favorite couple. Although they didn't need anyone else to admire them! Their closest friend was the large mirror on the north wall of the room. But turns out there were also plenty of really nice couples that were there to enjoy each other, the music, and maybe get a little exercise.

Anyway, after four months of lessons, Mike & Jan were back to the dancing finesse of their early dating years. And, had selected their anniversary to enjoy the moment. The restaurant had been a little costly with only average cuisine. But the club room was magnificent and the band exceptionally good. The couple had the complimentary champagne, along with more attention to their anniversary than Mike would have liked, then went out on the floor for the first romantic slow dance. Three dances, of various types, later they returned to their secluded table and exchanged leftover, stale bubbly for real drinks. The room had darkened some while they'd been on the dance floor and the privacy allowed a very passionate kiss between the two lovers.

"I love you so much!" Mike looked deeply into Jan's eyes as he spoke.

"I love you more!" Jan smiled as she started the (who loves who more) duel that they had so often played. "But I REALLY love that!" Jan's playful smile slowly turned into a passionate one as she felt Mike's hands run up under her skirt towards her crotch. It was fairly dark now and would have been impossible for anyone to see what hands were doing under the table.

"And I REALLY love doing it." Mike whispered as he continued to caress his beautiful wife's thighs. Before composing himself he slid one finger under the elastic of Jan's thong panties to confirm her state of arousal by the wetness of her vagina. "And I REALLY love this," as Mike spoke he licked the wetness from his finger as he moved his glass to his mouth. Nobody could possibly know what was going on but the two lovers, and this made the moment even more special.

They danced so many dances, number and types, that they had lost track of time. Lost in their own world they were almost startled by the interruption, "May I ask for the next dance?" Standing by their table was a man about ten years younger than them. He was about Mike's height and weight but very different in every other way. He had black hair, brown eyes, a mustache that was very neatly trimmed. And he was dressed very well. Mike, at first, was a little defensive but looking at this man's friendly smile made him relax a bit. "I'm sorry if I'm out of line..., I just couldn't help notice how well you two dance..., and my wife doesn't like to... anyway, she suggested I ask you. Sorry if I've butted in or anything."

He turned to walk away when Jan spoke quickly. "No, no, you weren't out of line, it just caught us off guard." Then, turning her face to Mike, "Do you mind honey?"

Mike was still a little unsure but smiled and nodded agreement. This dance turned out to be a little on the fast side and Mike noticed that the guy was pretty good. Mike also noticed that the guy's eyes kept going to a particular table with a very attractive young lady, who was sitting alone, watching the dancing couples every move and smiling. When the dance ended they returned to Mike's table. "Honey, this is Joe. Joe this is my husband Mike." Mike stood and reached across the table to shake hands with Joe.

"Glad to meet you Mike, and thanks for sharing your wonderful wife with me!"

Joe's manner won Mike, and Mike replied warmly. "You too, and yes, she is wonderful. Doesn't your date dance?"

"No, she's not my date, she's my wife, and no, she doesn't like to dance either. We've been married for twelve years and that's the only real incompatibility we've got. But she lets me dance with others on occasion."

"Well, I certainly enjoyed helping out." Jan gave Joe a little hug as she spoke, then moved the chair to sit back down. Joe helped with the chair, excused himself after once again thanking Jan for the dance, and went back to his table.

"Nice looking fellow" Mike spoke with a mock tone of jealousy.

"Yea, and a pretty good dancer too." Jan's tone showed Mike that she was enjoying the situation, but who wouldn't enjoy the attention of a younger man, who happened to be about the best looking man in the crowded building except for her husband.

They danced several more dances and enjoyed each others bodies, under the table, between dances. Joe made no further attempts to interrupt, although each time Jan looked at his table, Joe was watching her and Mike dancing. Jan would smile each time she and Joe made eye contact and was actually starting to feel disappointed that he'd not asked her for another dance. Mike finally noticed this and said "Hey, why don't you go ask him?"

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

"Maybe, he doesn't want to interfere in our evening, and he thinks we want to be alone." Mike had a point. Joe had seemed like a very considerate fellow, and maybe he didn't want to be intrusive.

"Yea, maybe so?" Jan was looking towards Joe's table as she spoke. At the same moment Joe had glanced at her table and Jan took the opportunity to signal him. Swirling her finger in the air, mimicking dancing circles, Joe smiled broadly, leaned over to his wife apparently getting permission, then quickly walked towards Mike & Jan's table. The band started playing a fast song as he walked and Jan got up and met him on the dance floor.

This time Mike was much more comfortable watching the two dance. The song lasted a long time, (it must have been the band's favorite as they stretched it out), and gave Mike time to explore his imagination. He looked over at the table with Joe's wife sitting alone. She was really pretty, and pretty young. She was intently watching Joe and Jan dancing and oblivious to the rest of the world. Mike imagined what it might be like to make love to her, while Joe and Jan made love beside them. Then Mike moved his head to again watch his wife and Joe dance. His fantasy had lasted longer than he realized for now they were slow dancing. He'd been in such a deep quick fantasy he'd not noticed the song change. He watched as the two danced closer and closer together. It was starting to really arouse him to see Jan pressing her body into this near-stranger.

He glanced at Joe's wife but couldn't read her reaction, he assumed she too was getting turned-on and thinking about a little extra-marital experimentation with Mike. They would dance some more, then the four would leave together. Joe and his wife would invite Mike & Jan to their house, where their custom is NO CLOTHING at home. The four naked people would then get into Joe's hot-tub. Of course Jan would sit by Joe and his wife (what is her name?) would naturally sit by Mike. "Are you OK?" Jan's voice broke Mike's trance. "Oh sure, yea sure, I'm alright. Just thinking of something." Jan sat down and reached under the table, ran her hand up Mike's leg to the bulge..., "Well, I'll bet I know which gutter your thoughts were in." She smiled wickedly as she pinched his dick through his pants.

Jan then asked Mike if he'd like to dance just as a slow dance started. They moved to the dance floor, cautiously concealing Mike's erection and then molded together utilizing the erection for mutual pleasure. After this dance, Mike suggested they have another drink to "mitigate the tension" before continuing with fast dancing. After another drink, and many more dances, Joe was but forgotten and Mike and Jan were having a wonderful time. "This will be the last set." The band leader made his statement just as they started playing a favorite dance song of Mike & Jan. While they were dancing they noticed that Joe and his wife were also on the floor. "I guess she's had enough liquid confidence to give it a try." Mike whispered in Jan's ear.

"Yea, guess so. And you know? She's not that bad." Jan commented as she, sort of jealously watched Joe and his wife.

"Would you like to dance one more with him?" Mike looked seriously at Jan then continued. "It's fine, and it looks like his wife is very uncomfortable on the floor and might appreciate it."

"Well, yea, I'd like to, but let's make sure she isn't going to."

"Ok, let's go back to the table to let him know you're available. But the last dances are mine!"

"Absolutely sweety! I always save the best for last!" Jan and Mike went back towards their table but, before sitting down, Jan whispered that she needed to go to the ladies room. Mike said, he too, could use a quick intermission. As Jan headed towards the hall that led to the restroom, Mike headed quickly out the front door to the car in the parking lot.

"Where exactly is the men's room?" Jan had a curious look on her face when Mike finally returned.

"Outside. Can you believe a classy place like this doesn't have indoor men's rooms?" Mike grinned broadly and Jan knew he was up to something. The band started to get ready for the last set. The lights in the club were reduced even more than they had previously been. Mike leaned across the table towards Jan, who also leaned in for a long kiss over the table.

Jan could feel Mike's hands under the table, and her skirt, and it felt wonderful. She could feel his hand working it's way privately up until it was holding the elastic of her, now fairly wet, panties aside exposing her vagina. Then she felt as his other hand moved a finger into her. She moaned through their kiss at the wonderful feeling of slight penetration.

Then, without warning, and without time to protest, she felt the egg shaped device slip quickly into her wetness. "What! what did you do..., you didn't...," Then Jan felt the device jump to life within her. "You did!" Jan at first felt a bit of anger, then that tale-tale smile replaced the frown. The feeling stopped as suddenly as it had started because Mike had only clicked the remote on and off once. Before any explanation, concern, or argument, could start, Joe was standing by the table asking for one last dance before leaving the anniversary couple alone for the rest of the evening.

Mike smiled broadly and accepted for Jan who wasn't quite able to talk yet. The band started a very slow song as Mike watched Joe and Jan go to the floor. They danced a little closer even than before. Joe's wife was watching closely, she was also obviously aware of their extra closeness. About half way through the dance Jan's knees seemed to give way but Joe caught her. "Are you ok?" Joe seemed sincerely concerned.

"Yea, sure..., just tired knees I guess." Jan looked towards Mike and grinned her apparent approval. Mike now waited a minute 'till the couple was once again relaxed. This time, with the reostat on the slowest setting he again switched the remote on. Jan looked at Mike again and nodded approval. Then she leaned even closer to Joe. Mike worked the remote in unison with the couple's dancing and in tune with Jan's eye signals.

When the dance ended Joe brought Jan back to her table, thanked both Mike & Jan for allowing him to share her, then left. "You know, he never knew I was having an orgasm." Jan looked at Mike with the cutest wicked smile he'd ever seer from her. "I'm glad it was good! I was really apprehensive when I got the idea, but I'm glad it worked well."

The couple again kissed across the table and Jan felt the now-familiar vibration start again. "Hey buster! Enough now! Let's get out of here and find a place where we can let loose and yell..., and buck, and..., well, let's get going!"



The Dance



You check the mirror for the last time. The blue slut top. The collar and fishnets. The heels look good. And the riding crop feels at home in your hand. You're ready for him now. 

As you leave the bedroom and make your way to where he is waiting, you find an anger you didn't know you had welling up inside. You're high on the energy of what you are about to do. You want to feel the crop bite his skin, see him writhing under it as you rain down blow after blow, you want to mark his back, draw blood, hurt him. You have no idea where this feeling has come from, surging up from somewhere inside - but now is not the time to worry, you are past thinking, past caring, you want only to pour yourself into the business of pain.

You enter the room. You have not prepared what you are going to say, but it does not matter. The words come by themselves.

"I want you undressed now, and on your fucking knees, all right?"

Already you can see in your mind's eye the look of surprise on his face, the uncertainty as he begins to hurry himself out of his clothes, the fear and excitement in his eyes…

But something is wrong. You know what should happen. You can see it so clearly. And yet - he has not moved. He stands looking at you, a sad smile on his lips.

You weigh the crop in your hand, try an experimental swing. It cuts the air with a satisfying sound.

"You'd better start moving, honey. Or you're going to regret it."

He considers this for a moment. And then turns away. He busies himself with a lamp on the bookcase. He picks up a silk scarf and drapes it over the lamp. At once the room is filled with a soft orange glow.

"You should get candles", he says. "They give a softer light. You'd like it." 

You're angry now. Really angry.

"I've got fucking candles, now do as you're told!"

Again he takes no notice. He goes on, closing curtains, turning off lights until he is satisfied with the room and you are both standing in a warm underwater glow. He's still smiling the sad little smile, looking at you as if you were a child.

"It's all right," he says. "It's ok."

Your mind is racing. You can feel your grip on the situation begin to slide. What the fuck does he mean it's ok? Who the fuck does he think he is? You feel your palm tighten on the handle of the crop. You watch him move towards you, unhurried, calm, certain. You measure the space between you. Your mind is made up. One more step and he will be close enough. His cheek you think, you can already see the livid red of the mark flaring on his skin. He won't look so clever then. 

But he's here and somehow the chance has gone. He steps closer and reaches for you. But this is impossible. You're not having this. Anything but this. You stiffen as he takes you in his arms. Nothing is going to make you give in to this.

You can smell the clean shower smell on him, feel the outline of his body as he holds you. For a moment he is still. You remain rigid in his arms. And then slowly, very slowly, he begins to move. He begins to sway and despite everything, despite your anger, and the fight in you, you feel yourself responding, going with him. You don't want this. And yet here you are moving with him. You feel the tension leak out of you as you move.  Your head is suddenly unaccountably heavy. You want to rest it on his shoulder, Your hands hang limply at your side.

"It's ok," he says again. "It's ok."

Now something liquid has entered your movements. You feel yourself dissolving. The light and the music and the warmth of him, and the undulations of your body possess you. It feels as if the sea has entered your veins, a warm sea, that floods through you and lifts you up. You bow your head. And then, without warning, you feel the tears begin to come, slowly at first, and then in deep racking sobs. The crop slips from your hand to the floor. And all the time he is dancing and you – you are dancing with him. 

"I don't think you need this any more." His voice is a warm current in your ear. You feel the collar slip from your neck. " Or this –" and the blue top is falling away and you are glad to see it gone, glad to feel him warm against your skin, to feel your breasts swell against him. In another moment – you are not even aware of it happening - you are naked.  And still the music takes you and the flow of the dance, even as you feel the sofa on the back of your legs and you sink down, open to him as he flows through you and into you, embracing you as you move in the warm interior of the dance, and his dark, liquid presence penetrates to your core. And you cry out.



The Dance



Here you are in a nightclub, hundreds of people milling around, dancing to the beat, yelling to be heard above the roar, and suddenly everything seems still. In this moment, there are only you and I.

I stand up and cross the room, moving toward you in what must surely be slow motion, but inexplicably, I am instantly in front of you.

"Will you dance with me?" You can read the words on my lips, and even over the noise of the club, my voice clearly sounds in your ears.

You smile, reach out for my hand, and I gently pull you to your feet. 

The dance floor is crowded with moving bodies, and as the music surrounds us, the swell of people pushes us close together. The beat pounds in your ears, or is that the sound of your heart beating? Our hips touch as we move to the beat, and my arm reaches around your waist to pull you close. Even with the crowd growing on the dance floor, it seems like there is no one but us, gliding together, across our own little piece of Heaven. Each song blends into the next, and time has no meaning as we move together. Our bodies fit together perfectly; our rhythm is perfectly matched; and as the music changes to a slow song, and the lights dim, my arms wrap around your waist and pull you close to me. 

You drape your arms over my shoulders, and our eyes are drawn together once again. The world around us slips away as I gaze deeply into your eyes. Closer, closer, our lips move slowly toward each other's. Our eyes close as contact is made and your soft lips press into mine. You feel my tongue slide gently across your bottom lip, and you open your mouth ever so slightly, almost teasing me with the soft movement. Now you open a little more and your tongue moves out to meet mine. A soft dance of their own begins to ensue, and the heat of my breath upon your face sends a shiver down your spine.

My left hand moves to the small of your back, gently gliding over the silk of your blouse, until the fingers rest on that tender spot. Small movements of my fingers trace light circles, teasing you with small shivers, dancing through the area. My right hand glides up, moving to the nape of your neck and slowly running through your hair; the tips of my fingers rasp lightly on the base of your skull, sending a run of shivers down your back to meet with the small of your back.

Suddenly our kiss is becoming more feverish, more passionate. Your hands pull my head toward yours, holding me closer, as you boldly push your tongue past my lips, into my mouth, and over my own tongue. Your breathing is becoming shallow, and as our tongues dance wildly together, you can suddenly feel the heat of the room. The noise of the club is back, crashing around us, and the crowd of people is too much. You break the kiss, and suddenly wish you hadn't. You open your eyes and see me looking closely at you, studying your face.

"You are beautiful." My voice is clear and deep, resonating in your ears and in your mind.

"I have to get out of here. It's too crowded," you say. "Let's leave."

We move off the dance floor and back to your table. 

"No, let's go somewhere else, I mean." You take my hand and pull me toward the exit, where the sudden breath of cool, outside air washes over us both. Your nipples are hard and you are suddenly very conscious of it. They are starting to ache.

"Where to?" I ask. Without the overpowering sounds of the night club, my voice sounds suddenly loud and crisp. You move your lips to my ear and whisper, "Your place."

I look closely at you, and the corners of your mouth pull up in a soft smile. I smile back, and my hand lifts to hail a taxi.

In the cab, once again I pull you close. My hand slides into your hair, drawing your lips to mine. Each kiss is deeper than the last, more passionate, and the thought quickly runs through your mind that this night could go anywhere. Suddenly you pull back, a wary look in your eyes as you study mine closely, but something in them tells you it's all right. You close your eyes and lean back in, taking control of the moment and pushing me back into the seat. Your tongue drives into my mouth for a deep kiss and then you slowly move your lips around to my neck. A small peck on my jaw line becomes a kiss under my ear. You nuzzle that tender spot and move up to take my earlobe between your teeth. A quick nip and you hear me take a sharp, quick breath. Your tongue darts out and into my ear, and you feel my shoulders tighten up under your hands.

"You like that, huh?" you whisper. Your breath in my ear sends shivers down my back and you can feel my spine twist in my body movements. Again you take the lobe in your lips, sucking on it, and then running your tongue around the back of my ear, and the sound of my quickened breathing tells you how much I like it. "Tell me how much you like it," you whisper.

"Oh my God. I love what you're doing to me. Please don't stop." My voice is shaky, and the words barely above a whisper, themselves.

You pull my face toward yours, and as our lips mesh, and our tongues intertwine, you feel my hand move up to cup your breast. Both nipples harden even more, the one seems to want to drive itself through your blouse and into my hand. My fingers run over the hard nubbin, and your back arches, seemingly on its own, as an electrical current seems to run along your nerve endings. My thumb and forefinger grasp the hard nipple, pinching it ever so lightly, and your lungs take in a sharp breath as our kiss breaks. My hand moves away, and a pang of desire charges through you. Then my voice breaks through the sensations, and you hear my words, "We're here."

We step out of the cab and onto the walkway. The house before us is dark except for a porch light. I take your hand and lead you to the front door, where you nibble at the back of my neck as I fumble with the lock. The door swings open and I pull you inside.

Shadows fill the room, but your mind is suddenly focussed on my lips as they press to yours. Our tongues fight for control and your breath is suddenly taken away by the feel of my hand returning to your breast. The nipple starts to tingle under the light pinches of my finger tips. My other hand slides slowly down your back, pausing to rub lightly at the small, sending shivers racing, before continuing down, over the curve of your ass, and cupping the cheek. The tips of my fingers are just touching the spot where your leg joins your ass, lightly gliding back and forth, over the cloth of your skirt. 

As our kiss works into a frenzy, you slide your hands down my chest, and you can feel the hard pebbles of my own nipples. Your hand moves up to the collar of my shirt and you start to pop the buttons undone, one at a time. As you slowly expose my chest, I start to gently push you, guiding you backwards, further into the house and into the dark shadows. My lips move to the side of your face, leaving small kisses, working my way down and along your jaw, finding the little spot under your ear. My tongue flicks out onto the skin, with a light, wet touch. I open my mouth and you feel my teeth scrape softly along the same spot. Again, my tongue flicks out, this time a little lower. Again the teeth, lower still. My tongue . . . my teeth . . . lower and lower, until only the collar of your own blouse prevents me from continuing.

My hand is now rubbing your breast, gentle squeezes alternating between the nipple and the full cup. My fingers move up and the buttons seem to come undone magically. Again, my hand glides up, over your smooth stomach, up to your hot, heaving breast, confined in the lacy bra you chose for tonight. The perfect choice. 

My lips are moving again, alternating between the tongue and teeth, over your collarbone, down the front of your shoulder, to the top of your breast, and back up again, under your chin to the hollow of your throat, where my tongue slowly slides around and around in smaller and smaller circles.

My hand cupping your ass starts to squeeze, seeming to almost lift you, pull you up and into my arms, as my other hand glides around, along your skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps to your back. Nimble fingers quickly undo the clasp on your bra and you drop your arms to your sides, letting the blouse fall. Your hand lifts enough to tug at the bottom of my own shirt, pulling it off as well, while my hand slides up to your shoulder, catching on the strap, and gently pulling your bra down, exposing your hard nipples, and hot breasts. My lips move quickly to one of the hard nubbins, sucking it in, and rubbing my tongue over it. One hand continues to squeeze your ass, rubbing it and pulling you close, while the other hand moves to cup your other tit. Fingers pinch lightly at the nipple, in time with my lips sucking. Your back arches and your hips grind firmly into mine, and you feel my hardness.

"Mmmmm. Is that for me?" you ask in a sultry voice.

 "All of it and more, yours for the taking."

 "Then I want to take it now, here." Your voice is becoming deeper, sexier with the desire you feel. Your hand reaches down and squeezes, feeling the stiffness of my cock. It twitches in your grasp, as if asking to be let out of its confines.

My hand on your ass slides down your leg, under the hem of your skirt, onto your nylons, then back up, under the hem, lifting your skirt up, exposing the garter straps, and the top of your silky thighs.

You push on my chest, stepping back and separating our embrace. Slowly you kneel and undo the button on my jeans, and then slide down the zipper. A firm tug on the pant legs and my briefs are exposed, with my hard cock straining at the material. "Boxers . . . very nice. Silk, too." You lean forward and your tongue stretches out to run up the smooth material, leaving a damp line directly on top of my straining member. My groans reach your ears and you smile. Your hands run up my legs, to the waistband, where your fingertips hook inside, and then slowly start to tug downwards. My cock springs up to greet you as the shorts move downwards, until they fall at my ankles.

Now I take a step backwards, out of the boxers, and my hands reach and pull you to your feet. "Allow me to return the favour," I whisper as my hands slide down, over your breasts, rubbing at the nipples, moving down, over your belly and hips, where they wrap around you to search for the zipper of the skirt. As it moves down, the quiet buzz sends tingles over your skin, and goose bumps cover you in a second. The skirt freely falls to the floor, and my hands return to your hips as I slowly kiss my way down your neck. The feel of my lips on your shoulder sends more shivers down your spine. My kisses fall along the curve of your breast, down over your waist, to your bellybutton, where my tongue flicks out at the sensual spot. Again, downwards, over the waistband of your panties, where I slowly but deeply inhale your fragrance, smelling the very sex of your desire. My lips open and my teeth spread and scrape along the now damp cloth. Your hands move to the back of my head and pull me closer, into your center, your warmth, and my hands pull eagerly at your hips, holding you tight. 

As my deep breath inhales its deepest, my fingers pull down the top of your panties, slowly exposing the soft curls of pubic hair; my hot breath is now flowing over the lips of your pussy. My tongue reaches out and gently runs up the length of your hot cunt. Your moans reach my ears and encourage me. Again my tongue moves out and up, this time more firmly, slightly separating the outer lips, and up and over the tender spot where your clit waits eagerly for the first soft caress. Again, deeper, and into the wetness as your pussy opens to me, exposing the warmth within. My tongue moves back down the slit before reaching your clit. Up and down, deeper and deeper into you. Your fingers curl into my hair, pulling me tightly to you. Just as you begin to unlock your knees, spreading them, I pull back and stand up. My cock presses into your belly, heat radiating off of it.

I push you backwards and a few small steps find a couch behind your knees. You sit down onto the soft material, and I move downwards again, this time to the inside of your thigh. You lean back on the couch, relaxing and spreading your legs wide. My tongue slithers up the inside of your leg, as my fingertips glide up the other. My tongue stops just beside your pussy and starts to dance over the tight tendon as my finger glides up your wetness, and back down again. My tongue finds the perfect spot, and shivers dance along your spine and down your legs. My finger slowly starts to work its way inside you with slow stroking movements. Teeth scrape the spot and the finger moves deeper. Together, the sensations seem too much, and your mind doesn't know which to focus on. 

As my finger starts to move freely, I add a second one, increasing the sensations, and suddenly my tongue presses hard into the tendon, and your legs twitch, your back arches, and your mouth opens in a silent scream of pleasure. Your hands are once more in my hair, firmly pulling me upwards, your mouth is searching for mine. As our lips meet, my two fingers slide in and out of you. Your hips begin to rock to the rhythm. Your arm moves around my back, and your fingernails softly scrape along my skin. Our breath is shallow and hurried. You move your other hand between us, finding my hard cock and grabbing tightly. As you begin to pump me in time with your hips and my fingers, you suddenly stop moving as all of your muscles tense with my thumb now starting to rub around your clit. Sensations from everywhere bombard you as a climax approaches. You pull me closer, and my teeth lightly bite along your shoulder. A fire is building racing through your body as the movements of my fingers sliding in and out, and my thumb flicking over your clit suddenly peak and explode, coursing through your body, setting every nerve on fire, and time seems to stand still around us.

...

...

You open your eyes and in the darkness, you can just see my face lifted above yours. Our lips move together for a soft, tender kiss, our tongues slowly moving over each others. My fingers are still inside of you, my hand cupping your pussy. The room seems very warm and our bodies slick with sweat. "Mmmmm. That was a nice start." Your words fill the darkness, and you feel the situation move to your control. You push me backwards, away from you, and as my fingers slide out, you almost feel empty, but you know that won't be for long. 

I roll over onto the couch as you roll beside me. Your hand glides over my chest, fingers flicking at the nipples, and they harden at your touch. Your face moves close to mine, and your lips begin with soft, light kisses, starting with my lips, nose, eyelids, cheeks, softly kissing all over. Then you move to my ears, tracing around the edge of my ear with the tip of your tongue then tenderly nibbling my earlobe. You move down to my neck, giving me several playful love bites before continuing down to my chest. You kiss all over my chest, making smaller and smaller circles until you reach my nipples. You lightly nibble my nipples and then blow softly on them and flick your tongue over them. You continue kissing down, to my sweet belly button, then further down, kissing down one leg and back up my inner thigh. And then the same to my other leg, down the front and back up my inner thigh. Your lips then move up, kissing over to my soft balls, and massaging them with your tongue. You begin softly sucking them and rolling them around with your tongue. You kiss your way up to my hard cock, kissing and licking up and around my entire shaft. Your hand reaches for my balls, massaging them as you kiss my cock. You tickle the tender underside of my cock with the tip of your tongue, before continuing up to the tip of my head. You softly kiss the tip, tasting a salty drop of my precum and you look up at me and smile faintly. You lean down again and flick your tongue all over the head, darting it in, out, all over. Then you tenderly wrap your lips around the head and begin slowly sucking me down, inch by inch, your tongue masterfully massaging my cock as you take me in. You hear me moan with desire, but you want me nice and slow for now. You slowly build up the rhythm, controlling the pace. I desperately want to fuck your mouth so bad now. You feel me trying to go deeper, and as you quicken your pace you begin sucking me harder and deeper. Your other hand begins stroking the base of my cock, working me at both ends, and ticking my balls. You suck harder and deeper, and I grasp your hair and start fucking your mouth. You take my cock deeper with each thrust, and just when you feel me begin to shudder in my final ecstasy, you stop, pulling away and squeezing hard on my cock, halting my orgasm. "Not yet, Big Guy," you whisper, "not yet."

You slowly stand in front of me, firmly squeezing my cock until the small twitches subside, and you know I won't come yet. You move forward and onto the couch, straddling me, pressing your breasts into my face. My lips close onto one and start to suck, pulling the nipple deeply into my mouth, and the teeth nibble lightly at it. You hold my cock firmly by the base and rub it lightly at the hot entrance to your cunt. Your lips open and your slowly settle down, impaling yourself on my hard shaft.

My cock slides deeply into you, easily spreading your wetness open. As I nibble eagerly at your tits, you begin to move up and down, sliding up to the end of my cock until it is almost free of your pussy, and then suddenly driving back down, pushing my cock deep into you. My hands slide around and cup your ass cheeks, spreading them and one hand moves to the crack of your ass. The fingers slide down to the bottom of your pussy, rubbing the wet outer edge, and gathering your sweet juice on the tips. Slowly, they move up towards your tight asshole, flicking a wet tip over the tight hole. Electric charges jolt through you as your pussy squeezes at my cock, my tongue flicks at your nipples and my fingertips rub at your tender butt. Your head drives forward, into my neck, and your teeth latch onto my shoulder as the feeling starts to build inside of you once again. Harder and harder you drive down onto my hard shaft, ripples of pleasure radiating from the friction. Your clit is hammering into my pelvis, sending waves of pleasure outward. The tip of my finger presses firmly at your asshole and suddenly you are overcome with the force of your orgasm. You slam down hard, driving my cock deep into your cunt and your muscles start to clench around my shaft. My own orgasm washes over me, and you can feel my cock jump inside of you as it spurts out it's load. The movement of my prick sends more shivers of pleasure to your clit and a second orgasm immediately follows the first. Your arms clench around my shoulders, your thighs tightening on my legs, and my face moves up to the hollow of your shoulder, where I leave a tender kiss.

Our bodies slowly stop shivering in ecstasy, and you are unable to move off of me. You collapse forward, relaxing in my arms. As your breathing levels out and you begin to come to your senses, you feel my cock inside of you, still hard. You pull your face back and look into my eyes. "Lets move into the bedroom. I want the next one to take much longer." You are glad I am still hard and ready.  

"Of course , my Darling," I reply, "After all, the night has only begun. But first, tell me your name." You lean close and whisper it in my ear, brushing your lips against the lobe, and running the tip of your tongue just inside. You feel the shivers run through my body and smile. "Mmmmmm. I'm Woody, but tonight, I'm Yours."




The Dance



You pull back and step off the couch, standing up and stretching, catlike. As you step back, you catch my hand in yours and pull me to my feet. I step into your embrace and we kiss deeply. As our lips part, you whisper, "Lead the way."

I turn and move off to the left, with your hand still in mine, guiding you around the furniture in the still dark room. Down a short hallway and into another darkened room, you follow closely until my hand drops yours. You can hear me moving around in the darkness, subtle movements making whisper sounds in the air. A flash of light sparks to your right as I light a match and touch it to a candle. You can see the room around you now, simple, but stylish. The bed is low to the floor with a short night stand to one side of it. The other side of the bed is near to the wall, under a large window. The curtains are a deep blue with ivory accents. Beside the window is a long chest of drawers where the candle now burns. The mirror above it shows your reflection, and as I look up from the candle, our eyes meet in the mirror. 

You feel the heat rise in your face as you are suddenly self-conscious of your nakedness. Your hands seem to move of their own accord, trying unsuccessfully to cover yourself. I turn and step towards you, moving closer until our eyes fill each other's view. My hand touches your wrist and gently moves up your arm. You can feel the goose bumps return, following my fingertips up to your shoulder. My other arm moves in ans wraps around your waist, pulling you against me. The fingers on your shoulder skim up and behind your neck, sending shivers down your spine again. As my fingers stop at the nape of your neck, I pull your face up to mine and once again we kiss. Suddenly you forget everything but the sensations returning to you. The heat of my chest against yours, the smell of our bodies, the chills dancing on your spine, my tongue tangling with yours. Your arms move to wrap around me and our kiss becomes frenzied. You step further into the room, guiding me back towards the bed. You feel charged with electricity, powerful, in control of yourself and the situation as you push me back onto the sheets.

You move to the side of the bed, pulling on my hand, guiding me further up until I am fully reclined on it's surface. You lean over, your hair falling forward, and lean in as if to kiss me once more, but stop just out of reach. Your hair dangles, brushing against my face, and you roll your head, dragging the ends over my face. Your arm steadies you as you lean it on the bed next to me. Slowly, you tantalize me by moving down my body, the ends of your hair brushing against my neck, my chest, my stomach. My cock is hard and upright, and in the candlelight you can see it clearly. The pubic hair is dark, matted against my skin from our earlier tryst. You purse your lips and softly blow, sending your hot breath over the purple head, and you see it twitch in excitement. As your lips move closer, and you reach your tongue out to lick the tip once more, you move yourself up onto the bed, placing one knee on each side of my head. Your tongue slides down the shaft and your lips start to engulf the head of my cock while you feel my hands on your legs, sliding around to the backs of your knees. I pull gently on your legs and you move them further down my body, spreading them to move out and around my shoulders. 

Your mouth is now sliding up and down my shaft, leaving it wet and slick. You bring your hand up to tickle my balls, gently rolling them in your fingers, causing my knees to bend and draw up, spreading to allow you easier access. As you start to settle into a slow , steady rhythm, sucking hard on my cock, you feel my fingers gently open the outer lips of your pussy. My tongue glides down the length, pushing in and finding your wetness. You bring your other hand up to grasp the base of my cock, pumping in time with your mouth, and my groans of pleasure reach your ears and vibrate in your cunt as I push my tongue deep into you. My chin rests on your clit and the movements of my tongue, pushing in and out, twirling in tight circles, rubs my chin against your clit, sending tingles through it. Almost in unison, our hips begin to move in time with the other's mouth. You grind your pussy down onto my face, trying to push my tongue deeper. You slide your lips off of my cock with a wet slurp and move down to take one of my balls in your mouth, still pumping with your hand. You feel my pelvis tilt towards you, as if begging for more. My own fingers move in to replace my tongue in your pussy as it moves slowly down, leaving a wet trail to your puckered asshole. I nibble at your ass cheeks, my teeth pinching at the fleshy globes, in time with my driving fingers. My tongue leaves a wet trail over your ass as it moves back towards the sensitive, clenched hole. A jolt of electricity fires up your spine and into your skull as my tongue flicks over it. Back and forth, quick, light touches, each one sending another shiver up your spine. Your own movements temporarily forgotten as you enjoy these powerful surges. Now, as my fingers slide in and out of your dripping cunt, my tongue moves over your asshole simultaneously. The tip starts to harden, the point centering in on the hole. Around and around, occasionally pushing at the opening, around and around, now zeroing in on that sensitive hole and pushing harder. My tongue works slowly into your clenched ass, and you push back, the sensations driving all inhibitions from your mind. Your asshole slowly relaxes, enjoying the attention. My tongue swirls around the opening before driving back into the softening hole, pushing in deeper, yet. In and out it starts to move, timing itself with mi fingers in your cunt, and an orgasm seems to rush out of nowhere, washing over you, and you push back firmly, the sensations rushing out from both spots as my fingers and tongue both push deeply into your center, moving together and triggering another orgasm.

As the sensations subside, you roll off to the side, and turn to face me. "Have you ever done it in the shower?" you ask as you grab my hand and pull me to my feet. "Bring the candle." I reach out and pick up the candle as you lead me out of the bedroom. The flickering light from the candle lets you see into the first door we pass and you step into a large bathroom. You turn and take the candle from me and set it on the vanity, near the mirror. Your hand leaves mine as you turn and bend over to turn on the water and adjust the heat. You feel my hard erection press up against your ass as I move close and grab your hips. You push back firmly and wiggle your ass seductively against me.

The water temperature is perfect and you lift on the lever, causing a blast of water to burst from the showerhead. "Come on in. The water's fine." A smile lights up your entire face as you stand and step into the tub. I quickly follow you and pull the curtain closed. The candle light through the curtain caresses us in a warm, soft glow, as the water cascades over us. You pick up the soap and start to lather my chest. As the lather builds, you move close and rub your breasts against me, the soap making us slippery. Your hands move down to lather up my cock and balls as our lips move together for a passionate kiss. My arms move around you and rub lightly up and down our back. You step back and let the water rinse the soap from my cock. I pull you close again and slowly turn in the tub, pushing your back against the side wall. My hands slide down and under your ass cheeks as you step up and brace yourself against the outside of the tub. You can feel my erect dick, pushing against the top of your pussy, and as I slowly bend my knees, it slowly slides down, closer and closer to your ready cunt. You reach down and grab the base tightly as the head approaches the hole. I slowly start to push it up and in as you guide its thickness straight and true into your center. Our lips are pressed together, our tongues battling with each other as your cunt spreads around me. Deeper and deeper I glide into you, until my body is pressing your back firmly into the wall. Slowly I draw back and out, until only the tip is still inside, before driving back in, firmly and a little quicker. Back out, and in again, faster and faster until the rhythm is set and we are rocking together, working toward another explosive orgasm. Each time I push into you, my pelvis rocks against your clit, setting up a small wave of tremors, each one getting bigger and longer, until the first small orgasm rushes through you. Our pace quickens again, and another orgasm flows outwards. Faster yet, our bodies starting to pound into each other. Another orgasm, larger comes over you, and is followed by yet another and another until it seems there is only one long orgasm, getting stronger by the moment. As the sensations peak and your body starts to get out of your control, I suddenly drive hard and deep into you, and my shoulders start to shudder as you feel my cock spurt deep inside of you, causing a final explosive orgasm to roll through you in waves of pleasure. 

The water sprays over our tired bodies, washing away the sweat and sex. You step down from the edge of the tub and almost collapse, your shaky legs unable to hold your weight. My arms around you hold you close to me, supporting you against me. We stand together, under the cascading water, slowly regaining strength. As your legs stop quivering, your hands slide up my sides, to my shoulders, and your fingers link behind my neck. You lift your eyes and a small smile lifts the corner of your lips. "What?" I ask.

"It's a good thing you asked me to dance earlier, because I haven't got the energy to dance with you now."

"Do you have the energy to make it to the bedroom?"

 "I don't know. I just want to enjoy this feeling right now." You reply.

I reach down and turn off the water and pull open the shower curtain. The candle is burning low on the vanity. I reach for a bath sheet on the shelf next to the tub and drape it over your shoulders, patting down the extra water clinging to your skin. Your eyes fall closed in relaxation as my hand move down, drying your waist, hips and legs. Holding you steady with one hand, I step out of the tub and pull a large terrycloth robe over my one arm and shoulder. I move to the edge of the tub and steadying you with the other hand, pull the robe over my other shoulder. Then I lean close and gather you in my arms, lifting you up and out of the tub.

"Oh," you exclaim in surprise, your eyes springing open. Your arms move around my neck as I walk out of the bathroom with you in my arms, leaving the candle behind. My steps return us to the bedroom where I lay you down gently on the bed, and move close to your side.

My arm wraps over your waist and pulls your back close into my chest. The fingertips of my other hand brush lightly along your hairline and my lips move close into your neck, placing soft, light kisses in the hollow of your shoulder. A warmth spreads through you as you snuggle in closer, finding a comfortable spot. The light brush of my fingertips on your forehead and in your hairline seem to draw you down and into a peaceful place. My arm around you is a warm comfort, holding you tenderly. My soft kisses on your shoulder a sweet reminder of what we have enjoyed this night, and a promise of more intimate times yet to come.

As sleep begins to overtake you, these words escape your lips, "Please tell me this wasn't all a dream."

My reply is the last you hear and remember as you slip into sweet, blissful, sleep. "Of course not, My Love. Dreams always end, but this is just the beginning."



The Dance



Her favorite song! Savannah grabbed her semi-sober friend out of her chair and pulled her from the bar.

"Hey!" Jessica yelped, slurring some gibberish about her being too drunk to see her own feet. 

"Come on, Jess. It's my first night out with my new body and no baggage. Don't make me go out there alone." Savannah pleaded with her friend, who suddenly was staring at the multi-colored lights in the dance club, The Tornado. Savannah lost about forty pounds after some very hard work. Her curves finally fit. So did all of her dresses. Unfortunately, the one thing that didn't fit her was her boyfriend. Talen constantly worried about her cheating on him and she finally got sick of two years of bitching and moaning. Even at 170 pounds, he wouldn't let off the subject and once she got down to 130, he increased the torment. She told him that she was sick of it and left him. 

That was four months ago. It's hard to get over such a long relationship and she was a recluse and a disaster. Jessica finally talked her into going to The Tornado and even took Savannah shopping. Savannah finally found a beautiful red dress that hugged her in all the right places. After her weight loss, she got breast implants and started tanning. Her nails were covered in acrylic and she could turn a head in a gay bar. Her new breasts were a wonderful 36C and pilates helped her with her 27 inch waist and round, firm ass. Maybe it's time to get some.

After all, it had been about five months since the last time she had even the slightest, most pathetic attempt at sex. All she wanted was to feel a hard cock hitting every inch of her tight, pink hole. She loved the feeling of being filled to the brim, and with her ex being Italian, she felt full quite often. He always knew the right way to get her g-spot screaming, begging for more. He could just tickle the entrance to her wetness, her muscles trying desperately to grip her man's meat. He would tease and tease and when he finally let her have some, she would be insatiable. It was a long time since that actually happened, however, and she ran out of her booty-call passes with Talen. Besides, toward the end, he got, well, boring. She went out tonight with the express concern that she needed to get laid...bad.

So, Savannah's song blared on the system and she backed out onto the dance floor. Poor Jessica was about to fall over and went to sit down, promising that she would watch. She waved at Savannah and stumbled off in the general direction of the bar. 

Savannah shrugged her shoulders and started putting some moves in motion. She started going to a class offered at her gym on striptease aerobics, so she could dance circles around the best pole-hugger. Her hips swayed luxuriously to the beat and her tanned legs, accented by the expensive heels on her feet, pumped in rhythm. Her supple ass stuck way out and her eyes closed. 

A hand on her waist made her tense. It wasn't Jessica's hand, but a man's. She started to pull away, but the crowd around her tightened as the song turned into trance-like techno. He had strong hands, manicured fingers and no rings. He had a wonderful cologne on and he had a flat stomach, as her ass soon felt. His strong hand held her tiny waist and he began to grind on her, pulling her long brown hair to his face. 

"Would you like to be fucked?" He whispered with a slight Irish accent in her ear. She immediately felt the dam burst below. She nodded as he held onto her hair tightly. She started to turn and he quickly turned her back around with his strong arms. No face-to-face. She forgot that she didn't have any panties on and her pussy dripped down her legs. He laughed behind her.

He unzipped his pants and she felt him pull out a sizable rod. It wasn't just long, but thick as well. "Would you like my rod inside of you, lover?" She didn't know his name, she didn't need to know his name. All she needed was his cock to plug up her wet, pungent pussy. Her wetness dripped to the floor and she felt his warm skin through her short dress. He lifted up the skirt just enough to get his cock inside her.

It had been so long since she had had some rod, so she was especially tight. He touched her opening ever so slightly then rammed it deep inside her. The partygoers pressed up against the lovers, making it seem that his cock would hit her lungs. She gasped as her wet pussy walls adjusted to the sudden intrusion. He began to pump her agonizingly slow and she began to ache with the first orgasm. She had never climaxed from penetration, but there is a first time for everything. 

The stranger's arms wrapped around her and bent her at the waist. She was at crotch level with most of the men in the club, and several took notice. Another stranger pulled out his huge black cock and put it on her face. He held the back of her head and fucked his rod into her. Savannah had never felt this full and she felt the pressure building. With the sexy Irish man plunging deep inside of her and the black man in front of her, it was too much for her to handle. 

Wave after wave of pleasure hit her g-spot and suddenly a tongue hit her clitoris, sending her knees buckling and her clit to pulse. The slight hands of a woman grabbed her hips, keeping her up so Savannah could be ravaged by her tongue. The black man ripped into her throat and finally held onto her head as he erupted into her mouth. The woman below her licked Savannah's clit and tickled the Irish man's balls, tugging on them. The black man pulled out of her, zipped up his pants, and patted her bouncing head. He walked into the crowd and was lost in the swarm. The Irish man kept pounding her and Savannah's breath seemed to be lost between her orgasm and the black stranger's cum running down her face.

The woman under her moaned and it seemed had an orgasm from her own fingers, vibrating the tiny bone in Savannah's wetness. She started feeling another orgasm gripping her whole area as the man started to slow again. The mystery woman tortured her for another couple of seconds, building the pressure in her pussy and sucked her like a cock. Another mind-blowing orgasm racked Savannah with moans and the woman flicked her expert tongue on the tip of her clit. She nearly lost control when the man suddenly sped up and slammed her pussy, splashing her juices all over the floor. He started to swell and he finally blew his thick, gooey load deep inside of her sopping, begging pussy. The woman moved out from under Savannah and slouched into the abyss. The Irishman moaned loudly and pumped his semen deep into her. 

He pulled his spent cock out of her and pulled her head up to his, sending shivers through Savannah's still quivering body. He zipped up his pants, still holding her with one strong arm. "I hope you liked that, lover. Count to ten then you may turn around. Goodbye." He let her go and she breathlessly counted to ten. 

She turned and there was nobody. He was gone. She looked down at her legs, soaked with white liquid. She looked up and waved at her plastered friend, who didn't even see her. Her body still ached from her orgasms and her legs quivered. The song changed and she started to dance again, with strangers' cum on her face, in front of her and running down her legs.



The Dance



It was my 60th birthday and despite being so broke that I had lost all hope of ever seeing the day when my bills were less than my income, I splurged for the first time in over 20 years. 

I had dreamed my entire life of visiting the baseball hall of fame in Cooperstown, NY. Actually, my dream began as being inducted into the hall of fame after the most sparkling pitching career in the history of baseball but that is another story. 

Anyhow, I took my two weeks of vacation. I went online and booked a flight from Mobile, AL to Cooperstown, NY. I made reservations at the Lake 'N Pines motel. I closed my checking account and got my boss to pay me in advance for the vacation since my last day of work was a pay day. I went over my credit card bills while at work and picked the two that still had over a $1000 credit remaining. 

I closed the store at midnight and drove straight to Mobile since my flight was scheduled to take off at 2AM and it was almost a two hour drive to the airport in Mobile from my store. 

I was completely exhausted but by 4PM on my first day of vacation I had rented a car, found the site of the hall of fame, purchased a two week visitors pass, and checked in to the motel. 

I asked the clerk to give me a 6AM wake up call since the hall of fame opened it's doors at 7AM and I wanted to be there before they opened. I had the clerk call for a pizza to be delivered to my room. 

I barely had time to unpack and take a shower before the pizza arrived and after paying the delivery girl, I got their number so I could call for my own deliveries. 

It smelled fantastic but I decided to lay down a few minutes to let my muscles relax a bit from my long flight without rest or sleep. It still tasted great after I woke up just before the phone rang with my wake up call. 

I took a quick shower, grabbed a thermos of coffee from the lounge, and ate the pizza on my way to the hall of fame. 

I never in my life dreamed the place would be as great as it was. From the time it opened at 7AM until it closed at 7PM, I was completely immersed in the history of the sport I love so much. I soon began to realize that it would take closer to two months than two weeks to see everything it had to offer but I was determined to see as much as I possibly could. 

For 5 straight days, I had followed the exact same routine. I got up at 6AM, showered, went to the hall of fame, stayed until it closed, ordered a pizza, ate, and fell asleep exhausted. 

Then the 6th day as I waited for the elevator to take me to my room, I heard music coming from a set of double doors across from the elevators. 

Smiling, I asked the clerk what was going on. She grinned and told me that every Saturday night they had a dance for the different dance classes to meet and practice what they had learned during the week. 

I told her it had been almost 40 years since the last time I had done any dancing but that I loved ballroom dancing and then I asked her if it was a private dance or was it possible for me to watch the dancers. 

She smiled and told me that I could not only watch but I could also dance if I wanted to join the crowd. After giggling, she had added that she was hoping her relief came in a bit early so she could get in a couple of dances before the dance ended at 2AM. 

My eyes had barely adjusted to the dim lights before my jaw dropped and I stared at the most amazing dancer I had ever seen in my life. There was a circle around her and her partner and they were the only two dancing. 

I remember thinking as the song the band was playing neared it's end that even if she had two left feet she was so beautiful she would have still been the center of attention. 

She was at the very least 6 feet tall, her hair was the darkest black I had ever seen, and it was almost touching the dance floor when she was on her toes. 

Despite her continuous spins and dips and gyrations, I never saw what was beneath her skimpy outfit but it left very little to the imagination. The best I could tell her skirt was a large transparent scarf tied at the hips and she wore no panties. Her top was a matching scarf that hung from a large necklace barely covering her pert breasts and was loosely tied between her shoulder blades. It was also obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. 

She remained the center of attention as the band played song after song. One man after another danced with her and even on occasion another lady took a turn dancing with her. Occasionally her partner was adept enough to warrant a second dance and one man even had a third dance but even his skills paled in comparison to her looks and movements. 

I had lost all track of time and was still mesmerized by her looks and talent when I realized as her most recent partner rejoined the circle that she was beckoning me to take his place. 

To be honest, I had no idea that it was her picking her own partners until that moment and as the band played a fast paced Mamba it was all I could do to stumble from the circle and join her. 

As I stood only a few feet from her, i was so awe struck by her beauty that the song was damn near half over before I remembered I was suppose to be dancing. I slowly closed my eyes and picked up the beat as my mind remembered the steps then I smiled and did my very best to keep up with her. 

I saw her eyes look confused then fill with joy as she increased her movements and I matched her step for step. Her smile broadened and with barely a pause she spun into my arms as the Mamba ended and a Waltz began. 

Most novices think that a Waltz and a Rumba are one and the same dance but they are actually two completely different dances using basically the same steps. A Waltz is choreographed movement between two partners that feed off each other's spins and gyrations while a Rumba is the same with the addition of much more contact between partners. 

The second biggest difference is in the music itself. A Waltz has much more brass with a steady drum beat while a Rumba has just the opposite sound with the brass being steady while the drum beats are highlighted. 

I began learning to ballroom dance when I was barely 6 years old and for almost 15 years I had gone to balls at least twice a week and quite often even 3 or 4 times a week. I had only stopped because I had been drafted and ballroom dancing wasn't an option in Viet Nam. 

When I returned to civilian life, I had to work and just never had time to devote to my love for dance. I had been a damn good dancer and I knew I had been her best partner but I also knew I was really rusty with some of my steps and I had to think as I danced which wasn't easy as I stared at the most beautiful young lady I had ever danced with or even seen for that matter. 

I loved to Rumba above all other dances because it was like making love on a dance floor. I grinned at the shock that filled her eyes when I spun her away from my body as the dance began and didn't release her hand as I would have if we had been doing a Waltz. She stumbled slightly, the very first mis-step I had seen her make then she nodded and smiled before cutting her spin short and returning to me with her back pressed against my chest. 

She twisted her head so that it lay against my right shoulder and her lips brushed my right ear as she whispered, "My uncle is the conductor and I will have him change to my favorite Rumba song in a minute. You are a rare joy for me sir. It is so seldom that I find a partner that is as good as you seem to be. My name is jessica." 

She quickly spun away then came straight back this time facing me as she twisted her head so that her own right ear was against my lips. 

Somehow I managed to stammer, "Thank you for the compliment Miss Jessica. My name is Woody. I wish I weren't so rusty. It has been almost 40 years since I danced plus if you will forgive my frankness, I have never danced with anyone of your talent much less anyone so beautiful and sexy." 

I saw her eyes sparkling as she spun away from me then she pointed at her Uncle and held her hand in a `V� before she spun back into my arms and whispered, "That just might be the best compliment I�ve ever had Woody." 

As she spoke, the music stopped abruptly then I gasped when the band began playing my favorite Rumba music. I have never known it's name but I loved it because of two things. First, it was the fastest of all the Rumba's I knew and it took two highly skilled dancers to maintain it's rhythm. Second, it was the longest Rumba ever written and took almost a full 30 minutes from start to finish. 

As Jessica spun away in her first move, the lights went off and a spotlight hit her. Luckily, she had almost a full minute of movement before the spot went from her to me and I had time to recover from the shock and regain my own rhythm. By the time the spot returned to Jessica, the crowd was clapping and stomping their feet to the music and a second spot light circled the huge circle before it focused on me. 

Just once in my life had I danced what I considered the perfect Rumba to this song from start to finish and that was without a spot light on me or my partner. I can't claim I did this time either because I definitely wasn't perfect when it first began and the surprise of the spot light on Jessica caused me to lose my step a few seconds but she was beyond a doubt perfect from start to finish and I felt like I had matched her grace after that brief blunder. 

The dance ended just as it had begun with her back pressed against my chest. We were both covered with sweat and gasping for air as the spot lights went off the dance hall went completely black. 

For less than a heartbeat, the overhead lights flickered on then the blackness returned. I heard muffled voices around us and from the stage between gasps for air. 

I can only assume it was her Uncle that said over the microphone, "It seems that the main breaker for the lights has broken." 

After a quick laugh he finished, "I guess this is the time for our first break. Hopefully the lights will be back on shortly." 

Jessica's lips brushed my right ear as she whispered, "I just fell in love with you Woody." 

Without thinking, I slid my hands from her hips up under her scarf. She moaned softly and licked my ear as my thumbs lightly traced her huge, swollen nipples. I didn't pinch them or grab her small breasts. Instead I slowly let my thumbs lift her giant nipples upward until they slipped off then just as slowly I pressed my thumbs down until her nipples sprang back on top of my thumbs. Over and over and over, I thumbed her nipples as she ground her firm ass back against my throbbing erection. 

The lights flickered on then went right back off again. She gasped and leaned away. I thought she was ending our fondling but instead she patted my cock quickly then lifted her hair around her shoulders so that it completely covered my hands under her scarf. 

When the lights again flickered on and off she thrust her ass against my cock and whispered, "Please Woody. Tell me you have a room here. My home is a 30 minute drive and I can't wait that long to have your cock inside me." 

She ground her ass up and down my cock then said, "I know your cock wants to fuck me Woody and I pray you want that as much as I do, too." 

I didn't answer, I just grabbed her right hand in my left and headed toward where I thought the exit was and prayed I was heading in the right direction and that we didn't run over another spectator as we made our way out of the ballroom. 

Just as I felt my right shoulder brush against someone, Jessica moved as close as she could to my left side and the night clerk opened the double doors leading to the lounge. 

The bright lights blinded me but I figured it also blinded everyone else and we were only a few steps from getting out unseen except for the clerk. 

I tried to guide us past the clerk but to my surprise her left hand grabbed my right hand and she pulled us through the doors and closed them then laughed as she whispered, "DAMN LITTLE SIS! I was hoping to get a couple of dances with Woody then spend the night in his room. Looks like you already stole him from me." 

As my eyes finally adjusted Jessica giggled as we got in the elevator and softly said, "From the size of his cock I'd say he had more than both of us could handle Kimberly but tonight he is all mine Sis. If he can fuck even half as good as he can dance though, you may never get a turn Kimbo. I could never share a man that wanted to spend the rest of my life making happy." 

The elevator doors opened and I stood in complete shock unable to move as Jessica said, "I'm sorry Woody. I don't mean to scare you but I meant every damn word I just said." 

I released both their hands and turned to Kimberly. I ripped her blouse open and hungrily began sucking her huge titties as I pulled her panties down then tore them off her legs. 

I plunged my cock inside her pussy and waited for her instantaneous orgasm to subside a bit then said, "Sorry Jess. I've wanted to do this since the day I checked in to the motel and I just had to do it once before I marry you. You see my darling as your sister will tell you when she sees you tomorrow, I fuck at least a million times better than I dance. I've dreamed of a wife that is exactly like you in looks and ability but never dreamed I would be lucky enough to find you. Now go get ready to marry me while I give Kimberly the maid of honor's gift for you." 

Jessica stuck out her tongue and giggled. I'm not sure if she was about to say something or not but I think she was. Just as she giggled however the elevator doors opened and with a quick glance downward at my cock in her sister's cunt, she licked her lips and blocked the elevator so no one could get out. 

Quickly her eyes shot up and she grinned then turned her head and calmly said, "Sorry folks. My future husband is fucking my sister and I not sure they want an audience." 

She laughed and stepped inside then was gone. As that happened, Kimberly's only reaction was to grasp my ass cheeks in both hands and try to get the rest of my cock in her tight young pussy. 

Luckily, the door to my room was directly across from the elevator or we might have spent the rest of the night fucking in the hallway. 

I spun her around and unlocked the door then gripped her ass in both hands and lifted her off her feet. Somehow, I managed to kick the door closed then carry her to my bed. As I eased her across it, my cock almost popped out but Kimberly quickly wrapped her long legs around my back and managed to keep my cockhead inside her body. 

Gritting my teeth, I drove about half my cock into her tight cunt after I had gotten on my knees at the edge of the bed then I smiled as she knowingly wrapped her arms around my neck so I could walk on my hands and knees while carrying her until her head was between the pillows on the bed. 

I saw a glint of surprise in her dark brown when instead of lowering her to the bed, I flipped us so she was on top of me. Kimberly kissed me softly then sat up with just my cockhead keeping us united. 

As she removed her torn blouse she giggled then stuck out her tongue and whispered, "Guess I'll have to call Jess to bring me something to wear before I can leave in the morning." 

I grinned and groaned as her cunt gripped my cock then whispered, "Sorry Kimberly but right now you are fulfilling a fantasy I've had for almost 50 years." 

She moaned as she asked, "Would you tell me about it Woody? I have never been anyone's fantasy girl." 

I gasped when she tightened her cunt even more then after a deep breath I somehow whispered, "I'd love to Kimberly but if you keep using your fantastic cunt muscles on me, I doubt I can remember it." 

She laughed loudly and nodded then relaxed her cunt very slowly and waited so I continued, "I guess it is more like what almost happened but didn't instead of a true fantasy. A week before my 10th birthday, my family went to the beach for a two week vacation. The morning of my birthday, my parents took my brother and sister shopping for my gifts and left me alone once I promised not to go to the ocean even to hunt seashells. I was sitting in a lounge chair eating a bowl of cereal just after they drove off wishing I could go down to the beach but settling for watching from a distance. I saw this newlywed couple arrive. It wasn't even 7AM yet and as the husband made trip after trip from their car to their room which was right next to ours, they argued and hollered at each other non-stop. I can't remember exactly what it was but she wanted him to go to a store before they settled in their room and I think he just wanted to fuck her. Anyhow, once the last bag was in the room he came storming back out and as he headed to the car he screamed something about getting drunk and the hell with her. At least two hours had gone by and he still hadn't returned. Every few minutes she would either stick her head out the door or walk to the parking lot and go back to her room. I distinctly remember that twice she tried to unlock my room before realizing her mistake and going to her room. The second time I heard her say something about not being able to find her glasses and how blind she was without them." 

I paused to catch my breath then finished, "To make a really long story as short as possible, I decided to take a nap and went back to my room. I lay down and got to thinking about the young bride and of course I got an erection. I pulled off my trunks and had just started to stroke my cock when the door opened and she laughed and began taking off her blouse. I froze torn between fear and lust. When she was down to her bra and panties she giggled and walked over to the bed. She bent over my waist and slowly let her hair tickle my cock back and forth as she turned her head. As her lips passed over my cock she paused and softly blew out her hot breath until I thought I was going to cum for the very first time in my life without so much as being touched. Then, she straightened up and removed her panties before damn near jumping on the bed and straddling my hips. We still hadn't made any body contact at all but I could feel the heat of her cunt on my cock and when she fell forward onto her extended arms I felt her hot cunt juices dripping on my cockhead. I groaned and she giggled then arched her back and buried her bra covered right breast in my open mouth. I began sucking and chewing without thinking as she moved back and forth so that I sucked both of her breasts until my saliva was dripping from her bra cups then she sat up and removed her bra and fed me her bare breasts." 

I laughed and reached out and pinched Kimberly's rigid nipples then said, "That was pretty much the end of my story. After I had sucked her bare titties for about 5 minutes, she reached down and gripped my cock then screamed and jumped off the bed. I later learned that she was legally blind without her glasses and also a virgin but she had masturbated her husband for years and knew exactly what his cock felt like or most likely there would have been much more story to tell. She told me all that a few days later when she apologized for what happened. I think she would have fucked me looking back on it but I was too young and dumb to be sure of how to find out. My fantasy is basically that but usually involves a motel clerk or maid and they come into my room and see me sleeping. I have an erection and mesmerized they look then can't resist kissing then finally sucking my cock before they mount me and we fuck each other into a frenzied delirium never to meet again." 

I could tell even as I was telling her that Kimberly really was fascinated by my fantasy from the way her cunt worked on my cockhead and the increased flow of her hot juices but I was still extremely surprised when she threw herself off my cock and jumped to her feet before saying, "Sorry about that Darling but if I had taken time to think I could never have made myself stop." 




The Dance



Even as she said that she had grabbed the shirt I had been wearing and pulled it over her head then she grabbed her skirt and was putting it on as she quickly finished, "Close your eyes lover and think out every detail of `MY NEW FANTASY�! I�ll be back before you have time to remember every little detail." 

Before going out the door, Kimberly turned on the TV and muted it then turned it so the screen faced away from the bed then she turned off the overhead light and left. 

She was back even faster than I expected. I had been thinking of her and not my fantasy but she was definitely a dream for any man and I was looking forward to finishing what we had begun under any condition she desired. 

It barely took her 10 seconds to strip down to her bra and panties. Even in the dim reflected light from the TV, I could easily see that she was wearing the most see-thru bra I had ever seen and the panties were almost impossible to detect they were so transparent. 

After one rotation of her head dragging her thick curly hair across my throbbing shaft Kimberly straightened up and whispered, "Woody. I could do this. I will do this but personally I think that stupid bitch had no idea how this should have been done. If I had been her back then I would have used my hair just like she did but I would have also used a little lip and tongue." 

I pretended to snore and she giggled then again rotated her head across my hips and drug her hair across my cock. I thought she had decided to stick to the fantasy exactly as I had described it and after about ten more rotations I was about to tell her that a shared fantasy should be what both parties desired not just a one-sided activity then as she froze and began to blow her hot breath on my cock, I felt her hot tongue probe at my peehole. 

I completely lost track of time. Kimberly continued to tease my cock with her hair and tongue for over an hour at the very least then after removing her panties and springing on the bed across my hips she fed me her bra covered titties for more than an hour and her bare breasts for at least two hours before she suddenly grabbed my cock. Kimberly froze then screamed and jumped off the bed. 

She ran towards the door then as I saw her reaching for the doorknob she again froze and stared at me for several minutes before saying, "I have no idea who you are but my husband has never turned me on as much as you just did and I will be damned if I'm going to give up that kind of loving even if it is with another man and I'm on my honeymoon." 

I swear as she spoke, I felt like I was 10 again. I groaned as I felt my balls tighten then Kimberly was kneeling between my legs and my huge cockhead was lodged deep in her throat when my first volley erupted. She moaned and began to hum as she happily deep throated my cock and drank volley after volley of what felt like the largest eruption of my life. 

My balls tightened even more and I felt the largest single volley I had ever known well up then explode from them. At that exact moment, Kimberly lifted her head and took my huge volley in her mouth instead of down her throat. She sucked so hard that I groaned painfully then she smoothely slid upward and smiled in my eyes as she ground her cunt against my shaft and balls. 

For several minutes she savored her mouthful of sperm as she had one small orgasm after another then she swallowed and hoarsely whispered, "That was absolutely delicious Woody. I never knew a man could cum so much or taste so sweet. There is a secret about me that I must tell you but first I want you to fuck me crazy." 

I could taste my own sperm on her lips and in her mouth as I kissed her but I didn't care. After breaking the kiss, I cupped her head in my hands and stared deep into her eyes for several minutes then I began to cry softly. 

I lightly licked her lips then guided her into the exact position I wanted her. I gasped when her hair fell around us and even the dim light of the TV disappeared. We were in complete blackness. 

I whispered, "Jesus Kimberly. I swear if your hair wasn't so curly it would be even longer than Jessica's." 

She giggled and softly purred, "Shut up and fuck me Darling." 

I giggled and said, "Not quite yet Sweetpea. There is something you should know about me first. When I really like someone, I can almost read their mind. I'm not exactly clairvoyant but I get glimpses of this and that which allows me to piece together a semblance of their thoughts though it isn't an exact word for word process." 

I paused and lightly caressed her back as I continued, "To start with, I picked up earlier this week that you are a transplanted gal from the south and not a native New Yorker." 

Kimberly gasped then said, "Okay Mister. Explain that please. Not even my boss remembers I came here from the south. I lost my accent years ago." 

I laughed softly and squeezed her ass as I answered, "I never expected us to be as close as we are now but even if this wasn't happening and didn't happen before I left, I would have remembered you as the friendliest person I met while on vacation. You've listened to me ramble on about my adventures exploring the hall of fame every night without the slightest flinch and you've understood my southern drawl without asking me to repeat myself or explain what some phrase indiginous to the south meant. That told me you were either very, very close to someone from the south or came from there yourself. I believe it is the latter because even if you had married a southern gent and spent half your life with him, you would still ask an occasional question about my verbiage." 

She giggled and thrust her ass down enough to press her cunt against my shaft briefly before easing back as she said, "Okay Mister. I was born in the south. Now then, what state and what town." 

The words were barely out of her mouth before I replied, "The state is a no brainer. We are both from Alabama. By asking town instead of city, that tells me you were a country girl from a small town probably under 10 thousand in population." 

I paused for air as she again gasped then I said, "You didn't ask me how to spell Clarke when I gave you my home address so that tells me you either lived in Clarke County or in a surrounding county. My guess is the latter. That would put you in one of 4 other counties. Since I started this conversation, I've been wondering why you never told me you were from Alabama. Unless there was some really dark thing you desperately wanted to remain hidden, the very minute I checked into the motel you would have told me you were from Alabama and when you discovered I was from Clarke County you would have told me the town where you were born." 

I let my hands move to her breasts and began thumbing her swollen nipples as I added, "If I am right, then I was a city policeman in your home town for about a year. I left the Linden police and got a job in Pine Hill, Alabama because the cops in Marengo County were so corrupt. You might not be from Linden but I would wager you were or maybe Gallion." 

She began to sob almost violently and I pulled her head to my chest and held her as my eyes adjusted to the dim light from the TV then I whispered, "I'll stop now if you want me to Kimberly." 

Her voice trembled as she whispered, "Please Woody. I can't explain why but I really need you to continue." 

I hugged her a little tighter and quickly finished, "I was a cop for about 15 years. I guess I had been gone from the job 2 years when all the commotion hit Marengo County. The details were at the very best sketchy but I think it involved the chief deputy and his 12 year old daughter. I am thinking she is you. Your age and Jessica's seem to fit perfectly. That was 16 years ago which would make you 28 now and Jessica only 18 if that old. Your father sexually abused you until you got pregnant then he made you into a prostitute to cover up the fact he had gotten you pregnant. I think you ran away the day Jessica turned 5 years old and I would bet my life you finally got up the courage to leave when you found your father abusing your child." 

It was almost three hours later when she finally quit crying then she whispered, "You don't hate me?" 

I squeezed her tight and softly said, "I saw your father about 12 years ago. You had probably been gone less than a year. He was drunk and hitting on a friend of mine's daughter. He took a swing at me when I sent her own her way and I knocked him out. As he regained consciousness, he said something about getting even and I knew he would try so I decided to end it right then and there instead of having to watch my back for the rest of my life. I told him I was sorry he felt that way but he should do his very best to remember that I would eventually get out of jail if he prosecuted me. He looked at me as if wondering what I meant and I guess he must have figured it out when he got out of the hospital about 6 months later. I spent a couple of nights in jail because I sorta hurt the first three cops that tried to break up the fight or I guess the beating I was giving your father would be the more accurate description. Your father refused to sign a warrant and left the area about two weeks after that and I haven't heard anything about him since then." 

She cried a few more minutes then whispered, "Jessica doesn't remember any of this and she truly believes I am her sister Woody." 

I cleared my throat and said, "I know exactly how crazy it sounds Kimberly but I truly am beyond any hope madly in love with her and we haven't said more than a couple of dozen words to each other. It isn't just how beautiful or sexy she is how what a great dancer she is. I was married once before for 6 months. Hopefully I've grown tremendously since then the thing is I fell in love with my ex-wife after having known her for only a few seconds and while I've had longer relationships since her, I was never `in-love� again until I saw Jessica tonight. Now, I am totally confused. Do you think if we moved to Utah and became Mormons I could marry her and you?" 

Kimberly sat bolt upright and smiled the biggest smile I've ever seen on a woman before saying, "If that is your way of telling me you love me and want to marry me too then your answer is yes. I can't see us living in Utah but I don't need a wedding to be your wife." 

I nodded and stared deep into her eyes and she frowned and said, "My Jess is going to shock you Woody. She is a virgin. Before you, no man has even kissed her much less touched her. Having said that however, I am positive she could and would share you with me." 

I stared even deeper into her very soul and she trembled as she whispered, "Will you hold her in your arms when I tell her?" 

I nodded and she giggled then moaned softly as she whispered, "It is damn near morning Mister and I am still waiting to be fucked. I also truly think that my Jess should be a full fledged woman when she hears the truth. We will tell her when we are home in Alabama after your vacation is over." 

A heartbeat later, she was again above me and in the exact position I had gotten her into before we started talking. I was again in total blackness but strangely, I could see her as if we were laying on the 50 yard line of the largest stadium in the world with every light lit up and every spot focused on us. 

I bent my head and licked her nipples then laid back and whispered, "We would be here another 24 hours if I went into the details but the simple fact is I lost my virginity on my 11th birthday to my mother's best friend. She was about a month past her 44th birthday and taught me everything I know about women. I favor this position because it gives me the easiest access to your G-spot and I can fuck you for as long as I want to without cumming. I figure we have about 2 hours before my wake up call so we'll just have to make that do this time." 

Kimberly leaned even closer and her lips brushed my ear as she began to tremble while whispering, "You got everything about me right except I was only 9 years old when Daddy got me pregnant and I had Jess just after my 10th birthday. There is one other thing you should really know before we start." 

As she paused for air I softly said, "You have no idea what a G-spot is and you haven't been with a man since you fled from Alabama." 

She sat up and though blinded by the sudden light from the dim TV I saw her huge smile as she nodded and said, "I've been really scared ever since you ripped my panties off in the hallway but I want this so much I've fought back my fears but now they are completely gone. It's just that your cock is so huge Woody. I'm not sure I can handle it." 

Reaching between us I slowly drug my cockhead up and down her slit as I laughed loudly before saying, "I have no idea what size the average cock would be Kimberly. I think mine is probably average at best and most likely a little below average in its length. I do have a few of things I see as an advantage over the average or even most larger cocks. I think my width makes me seem longer, I know the size of my cockhead does, the big curve in the middle I am told is a tremendous thing once a lady has me in her depths, and the way I am small after my cockhead but become increasingly bigger until at my base I'm as big maybe slightly bigger than my width at my cockhead." 

Kimberly laughed then sorta purred, "Fuck me Woody. I'll tell you afterward if you are above average." 

She again assumed my favorite position perfectly and enveloped me in the darkness of the shroud her hair formed. Without hesitating, I pressed my heels hard against the footboard of the huge bed. 

Pressing my cockhead against her tiny cunt hole I whispered, "Ease your ass back until all of my cockhead is inside you Kimberly. Once it is take about another inch then fuck me until you feel comfortable with my cock then stop with just my cockhead remaining in you. I'll give you a minute to catch your breath then take it from there." 

Kimberly gritted her teeth so hard before she moved I swear I heard them echo. As soon as her hole began to stretch, the echo was definitely a loud moan of intense pleasure. I could feel the inner walls of her cunt spraying the tip of my cock with her hot secretions. 

As millimeter after millimeter of my cockhead began entering her, her moans became louder and her spray became not only hotter but harder as well. By the time I felt my corona pop inside her, her moans were almost deafening. Her secretions intensified in both heat and strength and I felt her cunt walls grabbing me as if to pull more of my cock into their eager clutches. 

Her pressure abruptly stopped and after several gasps for air she whispered, "Oh My God! Woody! I never knew sex could feel this good. I never once had an orgasm when Daddy was fucking me but after he found out I was pregnant he had over 200 different men fuck me. It was a different one every night until I was showing so much they were scared to fuck me. I can't remember when it happened but at some point I started to have orgasms and I began to look forward to the next night just to see if the new man could give me one too." 

She giggled softly and took a deep breath then said, "I don't think I going to need to adjust anymore Woody. I want your cock so much I just couldn't possibly wait. I don't care how much it could hurt. I'm begging you Baby. Fuck me right now! GOD! I! NEED! YOUR! COCK! WOODY! NOW! AAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH! AAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH! AAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH! AAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!" 

I had deliberately lifted my ass so that my cockhead would miss her G-spot. I mentally crossed my fingers and prayed that her lust was so great she didn't need the help of me hammering her most sensitive spot to reach the best orgasm of her life. 

After her fourth scream, I knew she was definitely there and I giggled as I dropped my ass. I firmly gripped her hips with my cockhead barely half way inside her and ducked my head to devour her dangling breasts. 

As Kimberly again screamed, I waited a couple of seconds then slipped my hands to her ribs and pressed her down until she was in the perfect position. I lifted my head and licked her lips then I began hammering her G-spot as fast as I possibly could. 

Heel to toe to heel to toe to heel to toe to heel to toe to heel to toe to heel to toe to heel to toe to heel to toe. Over and over I rocked against the footboard from to heel to toe. With every stroke my massive cockhead slammed upward and smacked against her G-spot. It almost flattened then it began to slide across her G-spot on it's way to the depths of her steaming hot pussy. 

I smiled as sweat poured off Kimberly and she screamed, "MOTHER OF GOD! OH SWEET JESUS FUCK ME! PLEASE WODY! FUCK ME LOVER!" 

"Yes! Yes!" she chanted, wiggling more and more, wrinkling the comforter beneath her naked back. 

Kimberly groaned loudly, feeling tingles and sensations she'd never experienced before. Her body was on fire. 

"Yes! Yes! God, yes!" she groaned, squinting her eyes and arching her back, just a bit, "Woody, I want you so bad. Please, please fuck me!" 

"God, you feel good, Kimberly," I whispered, gently pushing my cock all the way inside her. 

Finally, I bottomed out and let out a huge groan, one so loud, and so booming, it echoed throughout the bedroom. I began to thrust deeper, making the bed shake with every movement. 

Kimberly reached down and gripped the headboard, slowly slamming her hips down to meet my thrusts. 

Her heavy tits bounced, often causing her nipples to kiss one another, as I picked up the pace and began fucking her almost into the headboard. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh My God!" she screamed, arching her back completely and gripping the headboard tightly, "Oh, God, Woody! Make me cum! Make me cum!" 

I began fucking her harder, slamming the headboard into the wall. My groans were deep and throaty, and the sight of her tits slapping into each other was almost more than I could take. I watched her face, the sexy way her lips pursed each time she moaned. Her cheeks were flushed and her forehead was dotted with droplets of sweat. She was a vision of total abandonment. 

"Woooooooodddyyyyyyyyyy!" she screamed, driving her hips faster and gripping my cock like her cunt was a vice, "OH, GOD, I'M CUMMINNNNNNNNNNG!" 

Kimberly could no longer speak at this point, only moan and whimper, in total lust. Words and thoughts escaped her, only the feeling of her lover's cock stuffed inside her drooling pussy came to mind. 

"Oh, fuck!" I yelled, jabbing her cunt with deep and quick strokes, banging into her with force, "Oh, fuck, Kimberlyyyyyyyy! Shit, I'm gonna cum!" 

This was it my, control was no longer an issue. I reached up and grabbed the headboard, using it for firm leverage. I slammed my thick cock deep into Kimberly's cunt, again bottoming it out, balls deep and released the thickest load I'd ever had. I looked up at her, watching her as my seed sprayed deep inside her sloppy wet pussy. 

"KIMBERLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY" I screamed, as ropes of thick, gooey cum poured from my balls. 

Kimberly collapsed as I thrust my hips in one final thrust. Even exhausted and drained, we both hugged each other close and despite gasping for air our lips locked in one of the most tender yet passionate kisses I'd ever known. 

Kimberly lifted her head and moved her hair so she could look in my eyes as she whispered happily, "I guess until this very moment in time that I didn't really know what an orgasm was. I thought I had them with many of the men my father forced me to fuck but now I know I didn't." 

I was about to reply when the sudden sound of the phone caused us both to jump. Kimberly laughed as she stretched to reach the receiver. 

As she said, "Good Morning", her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. 




The Dance



After a few seconds she giggled and asked, "What time is it Jess?" 

She gasped even louder and her voice rose several octaves as she said, "You've got to be kidding." 

After listening for almost a minute she said, "Give me just another hour Jess before you come and please sweetie bring me something to wear. My clothes are in tatters." 

She laughed softly and winked at me as she said, "Yes Jess. Woody still loves you. I will tell him what you said when he gets out of the bathroom." 

She giggled then hung up the phone and said, "I thought that was the wake up call. When I went and put on the bra and panties I bought on the way to work yesterday as part of Jessica's birthday gift, it was almost 3AM. It is after 3PM now. I could have sworn we were fucking for only a couple of hours and it has been more than 12 hours." 

I lifted my head and licked her nipples then whispered, "If I didn't know it would leave you hurting too much to have sex again for several weeks, it would be another 12 or longer Kimberly. 

She stared at me in surprise then screamed, "MY GOD WOODY! YOU'RE STILL HARD!" 

I twitched my nose as I said, "Try looking in a mirror Kimberly. You'd give a dead man an erection. It is true I am madly in love with your daughter but sweetie you are her equal in the beauty and the sexy departments." 

She laid her head on my chest and began to cry softly. I eased my cock from her cunt and rolled her onto her back and just held her while lightly caressing her cheek until she slowly regained her composure. 

After a short but tender kiss I swung my feet to the floor and got up then licking my lips as Kimberly stretched with her legs slightly parted I whispered, "God woman. You make it almost impossible for a man to leave your bed. I sure would love to carry you to the bathroom and fuck you senseless as we shared a bath but that isn't possible today. I guess I'll just have to settle for a quick shower alone before leaving for the afternoon." 

I winked as her eyes filled with first puzzlement then complete understanding before she softly said, "I promise my daughter will be here alone and ready for you to return Woody. I think it will be much harder for me to tell her the truth than it will be for her to hear it." 

I let my eyes roam her fantastic curves as I said, "I think you are going to be surprised Kimberly. Jessica might remember much more than you imagine and she might even already suspect the truth of your relationship." 

We talked another 15 or 20 minutes then Kimberly laughed and sent me to the bathroom before she got so turned on she couldn't have let me leave. I drove to my favorite pizza parlor and after eating headed to the hall of fame. Thinking back it is quite astonishing how much I remember of that afternoon visit because not once did my mind waver from the mother and daughter I had come to love so much in such a short time. 

The room was empty when I returned shortly after 8PM. I ate most of one of the 4 pizza's I had picked up on the way back to my room, then took a long hot soak and finally stretched out on the bed about 10PM. 

I was still adjusting the pillow beneath my head when I heard the key turning in the door. My cock throbbed to life, instantly fully erect. I closed my eyes and interlaced my fingers beneath my head. I wasn't sure if I were about to be with Mother or Daughter and I really didn't care which one it was. I loved them both and knew deep in my heart they both loved me just as much. 

Within seconds, I knew I was either with Kimberly again or she had told Jessica the details of my fantasy because soft hair was tickling my cock and balls along with hot breath every few seconds. In less than a minute however, I knew it was Jessica because she changed from short back and forth movements to one long movement and her hair was so much longer and straighter than Kimberly's. 

I enjoyed her slow elongated movement for several minutes then suddenly I felt a twinge of guilt I didn't at first understand and when it dawned on me where it came from I gasped and said, "Stop for a spell Jessica. I need to think a bit and talk with you before we continue." 

As my eyes adjusted to the bright overhead light Jessica smiled at me and asked, "How did you know it was me Woody?" 

I answered, "Your hair is vastly different from your. From Kimberly's." 

She giggled and said, "You can call her my Mom Woody. I hadn't figured it out yet but for years I've known we were not sister's." 

She laughed and added, "There was nothing concrete to go on but I just know that a Sister does not give up as much as Kimberly has given up raising me." 

I patted the bed at my hip and as she sat down I closed my eyes to collect my thoughts then took a deep breath and stared deep into her black eyes as I said, "I am madly `IN-LOVE� with you Jessica and I plan on marrying you and spending the rest of my life doing everything I can to make you happy but I just had the strangest feeling running deep in my very soul. I guess my love for your Mother is almost as great as my love for you and with the huge gap between our ages, I felt like I was about to have sex with my virgin daughter instead of the woman I love. It felt like i was about to repeat what your Grandfather did to your Mother." 

Jessica closed her eyes and calmly said, "I want to be your wife and lover, not your daughter Woody but hearing you say that I think I would love our first time as lovers to be as a father and daughter fantasy. I felt so bad for Kimberly when she was telling me about our past but I had no way of easing the pain I saw she felt other than telling her how much I love her and how proud I am that she is my mother. I know there is a huge difference between us pretending we are father and daughter and what Kimberly experienced but maybe I can better understand her pain if I have sex with you in this type of fantasy." 

Jessica slid onto the bed and snuggled beside me in a position unlike anything I'd ever experienced and in such an erotic fashion it was all I could do to keep from fucking her then and there. 

Her breasts are extremely small but hard as rocks and they are capped by gigantic nipples which are always erect but while hard enough to poke out against any fabric they yield delightfully to any bodily contact. 

She pressed her right breast against my left side, laid her head on my shoulder where she could still look into my eyes, rolled slightly laying her left breast almost perfectly between my own male breasts and just slightly above my diaphragm, lifted her left leg over my right leg so it was between my legs with her knee gently pressing against my balls, and finally with an almost wicked grin she laid her left hand on my belly so it covered my swollen cockhead as she slipped her right arm under my neck and cradled my head in the crook of her elbow. It felt like she was in complete control of my body while at the same time she was yielding control of her own body to me. When she then slowly ground her hot cunt against my left hip, I thought I was in heaven about to fuck an angel. 

We talked back and forth for more than an hour. At first, it was about Kimberly and the pain she had suffered as a child then Jessica confessed that most of her life she had dreamed of finding out about her parents and either visiting their graves or re-uniting with them or perhaps some other long lost family member. Shortly after that as she stared deep into my eyes she began to discuss her own fantasy but I soon realized she was creating it as she talked. It eventually led to the following which was our very first union as lovers and while not entirely accurate for either of us the union was definitely as blissful as any I have ever known. 

My wife died ten years ago leaving me to raise our daughter. Jessica was only ten when her mother was killed, so I was on my own raising her. 

The only thing that ever worried me was, Jessica did not have any friends at all. Her last friend was a girl she knew in high school. It was always just her and I. We did everything together, our favorite thing was working out at the gym. 

Let me tell you about Jessica, she is about five feet and eight inches tall. Soft brown eyes that are so sexy, I get hard as hell when she looks at me. She has those kind of lips that look like she is pouting. And the warmest smile. Her hair is also dark brown and almost hangs to the floor. 

Now the best part, she has a body that could make a dead mans cock hard. Her breasts are tiny, with big areola circles that are dark brown. The nipples are always puffed up and she loves showing them off to me by wearing small tight blouses. 

The rest of her is just as fine, her hips and ass are a size 36. Jessica's ass and legs are very strong from all the years we have been working out together. She only wears spandex or small cut off shorts. They really make her look so good. 

Things had always been father and daughter between us. I never thought of making love to her even as beautiful as she is until now. The last few weeks she had been wearing very skimpy things around the house. It was nothing for her to wear a see through night shirt or just a sexy set of bra and panties. 

The night before her 21st birthday, she came out of her room wearing a yellow see through bra and panties. My eyes explored her young body like never before and she saw me and just smiled. 

"Does everything look okay?" She asked with a sexy smile. 

"Oh yes, too damn good." I said. 

As she sat down on my lap and I could feel the heat coming from her body. She was on fire. 

"You okay baby? You sure do feel hot." I asked. 

"Yes, it's a girl thing." And she looked deep into me eyes like never before. 

We sat for a while watching some movie that had some real good love making in it. As the love making went on in the movie, I could feel her breathing become deeper and faster. 

In one part of the movie, a very sexy woman had just undressed and was standing in front of a man. He pulled her to him and they began to kiss, feel, tongue and caress each other like animals. 

Jessica burst into tears, "Daddy, this movie is killing me." 

Holding her tight I asked, "What's wrong baby?" 

She stood up and sat back down on my lap facing me. Her body was pressed into mine so nice. 

"Don't get mad at me but," still sobbing, " I have been crazy about you sense I started having my period. I know it's wrong but, you are so handsome and last week I saw you in your room." 

Oh boy, last week in my room. The poor thing got a good show, I was jerking off my nine inch cock like a wild man. And the bad part is, I was thinking about her wearing a string bikini that day. 

I hugged her, "I'm sorry baby, I should have locked the door. You know what you need" 

She cut in, "YES, and I need YOU bad!" 

Laughing at her, "I meant, you need a boy friend." 

"Dad, why is it so wrong for a dad and daughter to make love? Like with us, I love you so much I hurt 24 hours a day." Jessica took a deep breath, "And thinking about us doing it together wow, I get so wet." 

She went on, "Did mom get like this? Sometimes I feel like my body is going to just catch on fire." 

Completely entranced by her beauty and lust I was lost in it I caressed her face, "Baby your mom was the same way. She had to take extra panties with her to work just in case she got horny." 

Her face got red and she ask, "Was sex with her fun?" 

I exhaled hard, "Your mom and I would make love for hours at a time." 

"You can say fuck dad, I'm a big girl now." With a sexy smile she went on, "Did your size ever hurt her, you're so big?" 

She was getting me horny, "It may have the first few times, but I'm really not as big as I look at first glance and we need to change the subject here." 

She hugged me tighter and started crying again, "Daddy, I would love to have you inside me." 

I knew it was wrong but, I had the same feelings about being in her. We hugged and I caressed her beautiful ass. She kissed and sucked on my neck until she felt my cock growing under her pussy. 

With a look of pain on her face, "Oh, I'm sorry Daddy, now I got you all hot like me. Will you just carry me to bed like when I was little?" 

I had to take her to bed, if not I was going to make her my woman right there on the sofa. 

I stood up and her strong legs wrapped around my hips, her pussy pushed into my cock very hard. She gasped in a deep breath of air as my cock rubbed her with each step I took. 

Once in her room I laid her on her bed and she looked up at me with those sexy sad eyes of hers and asked the question from hell, "Daddy, lay with me for a while, please." 

My horny cock took over the thinking, before I knew what was going on, I was laying on her bed facing her. Our bodies pressed together with my hands caressing her breasts and her sweet ass. 

"Oh Daddy, love me please." She begged. 

Our mouths locked in a French kiss that lasted for what seemed to be an hour. My hands roamed every part of her, stopping to enjoy her nipples and continuing on to her hips. Enjoying their fullness knowing soon they would be mine. 

"Oh Daddy," she was crying, " I need your. Your big thick. Cock inside me." 

I screamed, "SOON, BABY, SOON." as I started sucking her big nipples. 

Jessica's mother had nice tits but, nothing like these firm things. I sucked her like I was a baby breast feeding. I had not been with a woman I loved since my wife died. And I knew I loved this beautiful little girl. 

Slowly I worked my way down her lovely body towards her pussy, kissing and licking all the way. Her panties were very, very wet, this lady was on fire and she needed me, her Dad, to put out her fire. 

I began kissing her thighs, working my way to her virgin pussy. Licking it through her panties. My tongue exploring every crevice she had. I pulled Jessica's soaking wet panties down and I started to devour my baby girl's pussy. 

My tongue entered her virgin body for the first time, enjoying her sweet taste and knowing nobody had ever been in her but me. Within thirty seconds, she exploded into an orgasm that lasted ten full minutes. 

When she finished, I climbed on her body. It was time for her to be my woman. I pulled her legs up to her sides and spread her out. My cockhead was at her virgin tunnel. 

I looked down at her and asked, "Are you ready to be my woman?" and I gave her a firm but, gentle love slap on her nice round ass. 

She loved when I did that. Moaning loudly and opening her body even more for my entrance. 

"Yes, Daddy." 

"Are you ready to love me as a woman?" 

"Yes, Daddy." 

"Are ready to make love any time day or night?" 

"Oh Yes Daddy." 

"Are ready to suck my cock any time I ask you?" 

"YES, always." 

"You ready to let me cum in your mouth anytime?" 

"YES, YES." 

"You ready to let me FUCK your hot juicy CUNT?" 

"Oh DADDY, YES. YES, ALWAYS, DADDY." 

And I pushed my nine inch cock into my daughter, having no mercy that she was a virgin, I pushed it in as far as my cock would go. Her pussy split wide open, I could feel her vaginal walls squeezing my cock. 

"Oh DADDY, YES." Jessica screamed. 

I held her sexy hips and pounded my hard thick cock in and out of her like she was a whore. I was horny and my cock needed to cum. She had been teasing me so bad the last few weeks, I needed to empty my cum in her belly. 

The harder I fucked her the more she liked it, "YES, COME ON, FUCK ME DADDY, FUCK ME HARD." She kept on screaming. 

I was fucking my beautiful daughter like she was a cheap whore and we both were loving it. My cock was slamming in and out of her pussy like a jack hammer. 

Then my baby started cumming, " Oh Daddy here I cum." 

Her tight little pussy locked on my cock just like a vise was on it. I had to jerk it hard to get it free, then I went right back to fucking her fast and hard. 

"OH! OH! OH! YES DADDY, FASTER! HARDER, DADDY! YES! YES! OH DADDY!" She screamed. 

"Is that good baby? You like dad's big cock?" I asked while pumping harder. 

Arching her back she moaned, "Oh yes. I love your big cock. Fuck me, fuck your baby GIRL." 

I felt my balls erupting like Old Faithful and I filled her womb with a geyser full of sperm. I smiled as her eyes widened, both of us completely out of her fantasy. 

I whispered softly, "I love you with all my heart Jessica. I swear I will do my utmost best to make you the happiest woman that ever lived." 

Her eyes rolled as the last of my sperm blasted into her depths then through gritted teeth she said, "I already am `My Husband� and if God is kind enough to grant me one more wish." 

She paused and reached between us to rub her belly just above our union as she finished, "I will be even happier in 9 months as you suck milk from my breasts and our precious child is sleeping happily in her crib beside our bed." 

Her loving words had me ready to go once again but as she fell asleep beneath me, I eased my cock from her tight cunt and rolled onto my back beside her. Even asleep she assumed the position I'd loved so much earlier and it took every last ounce of my willpower not to take her again as she slept. I smiled and closed my eyes knowing I had to rest because when Jessica awakened she was going to be more than ready for our second union. 

As it turned out, I didn't have to wait very long. As I lay listening to her soft snores and her breathing, I began to realize she was playing possum. I slowly counted to 20 then began to slow my own breaths gradually as I counted to 50. I maintained my breathing at an even rate as I counted to 20 again then I began to snore softly myself. 

I hadn't gotten to 50 again before I saw her eyes pop open even as her soft snores continued then she smiled and her right hand tickled my cockhead as she stared at me for a reaction. When I didn't alter my snores, she grinned and began to very slowly and carefully extricate her left arm from beneath my head. 

I almost giggled and alerted her that I was awake when I realized she was counting just as I had done. Then, she very carefully rolled away and almost out of my field of vision. I could barely see her left cheek and the left side of her left breast but I could tell she was again counting from the way she took almost perfectly controlled breaths. 

Next she eased herself to a sitting position at my side then after a 25 count she moved onto her knees at my right hip. Another 25 count later, she carefully moved her hair and held it as she leaned over my groin and very lightly kissed my cockhead. 

Finally, I counted to 200 as she slowly straddled my body at my knees so careful not to touch me or move fast enough to cause the bed to move beneath me. Once she was straddling my legs she stared at me for at least another 100 count before she looked back and very carefully moved her hair so that it didn't touch my legs. 

After that, her eyes locked on my cock and she no longer showed even the slightest hesitation. She lowered her head and while being extremely careful not to apply more than minimal pressure she covered my cock and balls with very light kisses and even softer licks. 

She stared at me for almost a minute then repeatedly licked and kissed my cock and balls for about 5 more minutes before she froze once more and stared at me. 

A minute later her right index finger eased itself under my shaft just beneath my throbbing cockhead and so slowly I damn near came from the expectation of what was about to happen, she lifted until my cock was almost at a 45 degree angle. 

For several long minutes, she alternated looking at me and looking at my cock. Every time her eyes returned to me her smile was bigger then I saw a wicked gleam fill her eyes and as she looked back down at my cock, I opened my eyes knowing she wouldn't be looking back from my cock again. 




The Dance



"Would you care to dance?" came a deep and dark voice from behind me.

When I turned to see who was asking, I found myself staring into a pair of dark eyes and a face that would make the Gods jealous. His body was thick, solid, and dark as if he spent many hours working under the hot sun. His hair was a dark shade of brown, that hinted a glint of red.

As I took his hand, I felt enchanted by his eyes and I was floating in his arms. His hands were hot through the fabric of my bodice, and his scent was sweet and dark. I couldn't help but be seduced in his arms.

We danced and we danced, and I got lost in his eyes. The next thing I knew, we were in the master bedroom. The candle light made his skin even darker and his appearance even more erotic. 

He moved to me and we began undressing each other. While my hands fumbled with his clothing, his hands worked swiftly and skillfully with the buttons on my dress. When I couldn't work fast enough with the buttons on his shirt, he tore it off with one quick move and moved me in close to him.

His body was hard against mine, and I could feel his cock swelling through the fabric of his pants. He kissed me with such force and passion that I immediately lost my breath. 

His hands moved down my body, caressing my breasts, his fingers rolling my nipples in between them, and then he moved them down to my awaiting hidden treasure. First he just gently massaged my pussy with his hand, and then he slowly slid a finger inside me, all the while kissing me and licking my neck.

He removed his finger and sucked on my juices, as he led me to the bed. I removed his pants, to find him naked beneath. His cock was massive and a deep purple, his veins intertwined it like vines on a tree. As soon as I saw it I wanted to taste it. I pushed him onto the bed and began my task of tasting his manhood.

I devoured the precum that had escaped with my tongue, and then began licking his hard cock. I ran my tongue up and down his 7 inch shaft, encircling his head. I felt his heat in my mouth, and his pulse on my tongue. I could feel my juices begin to run down my inner thighs. 

Moans escaped his lips as I placed my lips around his cock and began to devour him. I sucked lightly and nibbled gently, extending my throat so I could get all of him.

His moans became more frequent, and more erotic, I could hardly contain myself. I needed to feel him inside me.

I moved my position, so I could sit on his cock. It slid in easily because of my saliva and my juices. He felt so hard inside me, I almost came at that moment. Then I began moving on him, his hands on my hips guiding me along his shaft. When our rhythms developed he began to squeeze and massage my breasts. He used them to pull me harder and harder down onto him. I could hardly contain my screams of pleasure.

In one quick movement our positions were reversed, and he was above me. I could feel his passions rising and mine were as well. He pushed harder and harder, deeper and deeper into me. Our bodies burned with desire and passion, My body swelled to accept him, and all at once I was filled with a fire. I could feel my orgasm coming upon me, and at the moment that my explosion came, so did his. I could feel his hot cum enter my pussy and fill me to extremes.

He then went down to my pussy and devoured what cum had escaped. I could feel him part my lips and lick up what was there. Then his kisses became gentle, and moved slowly around until they found my clit. Then with a flicking of his tongue and the sucking of his mouth, another explosion befell me.

This is the last thing I remember of that night. I awoke the next morning to find myself alone, with a solitary rose next to my pillow. I never saw him again.



The Dance



Inspired by the song Avalanche by Thea Gilmore

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Dance through the Avalanche

A hint of wind rush in my ear as we twist on the dance floor, stepping rapidly in perfect harmony across the hard waxed wooden floor. Then slow again as the music pounds itself against our hearts. My arm about her waist presses her against me again, while my other hand grasps hers. 

Her head snaps sideways, not looking at me; focussed. With perfect poise, pointing in the direction her feet will follow. Hair tied up I admire the revealed line of her neck, smooth and edible, leading to her shoulder, collar bone. My head is more fluid in its motion, an arc allowing my eye to absorb her breasts pressed against my own chest. 

Tonight she is wearing the black half cup corset, so I know that her nipples are pressed into the wool of my suit jacket. I can feel them through my lapels hard as pearls. We rise and fall as our legs interweave, my brogues tapping down millimetres from her delicate toes wrapped in their sandal strapped stilettos.

I look across the hall as we turn about each other once more, our bodies respond as the music changes key, the tall mirrors on the wall flicker slightly with the multitude of candle lights. Several copies of us glide in and out of view as though disappearing behind the statues and portraits that also adorn the walls.

I enjoy the laced back of her bodice, the bows leading to her bared bottom, curved and tensed as we lean into a hold in time with an extended note. The suspender straps hug her flesh as they cling to the lace-top stockings.  

That bottom, the bottom of my Precious, has suffered much in search of perfection in the Dance. But tonight she has made it, I can tell we are entwined, physically and spiritually. We are in subconscious harmony and I know that there will be no need of punishment tonight. We have both enjoyed the training, but tonight we are transcending that.

We separate and she spins, I catch her as I lean forward, she drops, trusting entirely to my positioning and strength to stop her collapsing to the floor. But we are synchronicity. Her body forms a perfect arch under my grasp, I picture the shadow we cast, a two dimensional sculpture. Lifted back to her feet I pull her once more into my embrace. This time our eyes meet, fleetingly, and I know she is complete.

We spin again back into fluid movement and I know that the music and movement is vibrating through her to the point where nothing else matters. She is acting without thinking. Her movements are instinctive and coordinated with my own; we are drowned out, merged.

The room fades into soft shadows on the edge of vision as we detect each other by touch, smell and taste as much as sight. The musical chords connect us and the bond is strong. Our bodies form patterns, she is beautiful and I am robust. 

The enchanted track briefly releases us with a pause. I turn her towards me, facing each other, her hands flat on my chest, my hands caress her beautiful behind and thighs. She breaths deep, her mouth half open eyes half closed, she is melting. But the music is still carrying us and I take her again, raising her arm up she turns away, one foot in front of the other legs straight, perfect. I place my other hand on her arse cheek. I know she will feel it's warmth but I use it to push her back around to face me again. 

With my hands behind her she arches backward, arms cast outwards, abandoned; gravity kneading her breasts. I pull her back up, and onto me, her legs kick up as I rotate rolling her and we head off across the dance floor again, our time nearly up. 

I think I see tears on her cheek as we weave in and out of each others arms, pulling close and then loose and then close until the closing chord and I pull her into me, a move that none of her previous dance lessons have had, I press my lips to hers and we dive into each others soul. She moans into my mouth and I feel her painted finger nails gripping my arms and her body shaking on me. It is no longer just her eyes that are gushing.

The avalanche passes through her body and she slides to the floor, my beautiful content pussy cat curled at my feet on the warm wooden floorboards in the flickering candle light.



The Dance







The Dance



Music heavy and thumping. The bass moving through him like some living thing. The rhythm was a part of him. Jason moved and danced like the air through the trees. He didn't need a partner, he just needed room to move, and move he did like music was invented for him alone. 

He came here once every weekend. This was his little escape, the gay club in the town next to his. He loved to dance, to be free, but in his life he had to hide many things. Well many things he didn't even know about himself. He wasn't gay, well he didn't know if he was or not. Jason was shy, he knew that. 

As a teen he stayed home every night focusing on his work. Really he was hiding. He hadn't the first clue how to approach a girl, he let his fears overtake him. As a result he was 23 and still a virgin. 

Yes he had a great job, and was even thinking of starting his own company in a few years. Love though, love he had never known. And the only touch his body had ever felt, was his own. Jason blushed. Even then it was under the cover of darkness. There was nothing wrong with him. At 5'5 he wasn't tall by any sense of the word. He was slender with well defined abs and just enough muscle to know he took his health seriously. He was slightly tan with eyes the color green of apples and hair as black as night. 


No, there was nothing wrong with his looks.

Dancing at Motion Works, Jason felt free. As the song switched over to another with a slower more sensual beat, Jason felt arms slowly encircle his waist. 

"You move like an angel." A deep voice whispered in his ear.

Jason stilled a little in his dancing, his partner must have taken it for a sign of stopping. 

The stranger whispered in his ear again. "Don't, I had to dance with you. I see you in here every week, and your so beautiful." Jason blushed. What was wrong with him, he had to say something.

"Um err...thank you?" Jason replied. They talked little after that, just moved to the beat. Jason letting his body take him where it would. Too soon the song was over and Jason let the stranger lead him over to a table.

He got his first look at his mystery dancer and his breath caught. Now Jason had found others attractive both men and women, not that he would voice this. Though this man, he was breathtaking. He was about 6'2 with styled and shortly cropped blond hair eyes the color of robins eggs. Muscles that looked just right on him and clothing tapered to fit his body. 

"Wow." Jason breathed then quickly looked away blushing

A deep chuckle was drawn from the stranger. "Don't be embarrassed Angel, I love that you look at me." Raising Jason's face to meet his eyes "My name is Aaron and yours?"

"J-Jason." He stuttered out. 

"Beautiful. Jason, you must let me buy you a drink." Aaron answered

Jason could only nod as Aaron continued to stare at him with those amazing eyes. Nodding Aaron left only to return with two drinks for them. Jason sipped his to find it his regular drink. Blinking questioningly at his guest Aaron replied "I watch you often my little Angel. You are so beautiful I had to talk to you."

"I'm not..." 

"But you are. Tell me, does your lover know you come here?" Aaron questioned still staring into Jason's eyes.

"I d-don't have a lover." Jason blushed

Smiling Aaron answered "Good no competition then. Care to dance Angel?" Magic words, Jason took the offered hand and was soon back in Aaron's arms moving to the music. 

One song turned into five and things were heating up. Jason was moving against Aaron slowly. Aaron groaned softly into Jason's ear. 

"Oh God, I made him do that. How can I be doing this? Am I gay? I'm not am I?"

Aaron griped Jason's hips and brought him back grinding himself into Jason. He leaned down and softly kissed Jason's neck. Hearing his breath catch, Aaron softly stroked his tongue across that spot. Jason moved closer to him. 

Aaron's voice was a husky whisper in his ears "Come home with me Angel. Let me take care of you." 

All Jason could do was nod. Moving to gather his things, Jason let Aaron lead him out to his car. "Took a taxi over, so I'll just ride with you." Damn he almost slipped and said something else, have to be more careful. He was so out of his league here.

They quickly arrived at Aaron's house. A two story house in a nice neighborhood. Something you see family's or businessmen living in. "Well this is it." Aaron said leading Jason on an quick tour. 

"Something to drink?" Aaron asked. Jason feeling a little nervous agreed, what could it do but help relax him. 

They took their drinks into the spacious living room and Aaron started to talk. "So no lover, you live alone then?" 

Jason nodded.

Seeing his nervousness, Aaron needed to know something. "Jason, may I ask you a personal question?" Getting the nod of approval he went on. "Have you ever been with a man?"

Jason shook his head no. "I-I've never been with anyone." He blushed

"Never...uh oh. Jason will you let me show you? We can stop if anything feels wrong or you aren't comfortable." When Jason nodded yes, Aaron let out the breath he didn't know he was holding. 

He led Jason to his bedroom, He couldn't believe he was there with him. "Angel, you don't know how may times I've seen you and wanted to dance with you. Be near you. You have no clue how beautiful you are." 

Jason, blushed harder and Aaron couldn't help but kiss him. It started off as a slight meeting of lips. Jason opened his mouth letting Aaron's tongue in. Aaron groaned deepening the kiss. He moved his tongue slowly against Jason's not wanting to scare him away. Slowly they moved back to the bed. Once they lay upon it with Aaron in top, they resumed their kiss. 

"Can I take off your shirt?" Aaron asked removing his own shirt. Jason getting his first look as his new lover nodded his head yes. Licking his suddenly dry lips Jason lifted his arms as Aaron removed his shirt.

"Oh God, your perfect." Aaron whispered against Jason's skin. He slowly peppered kisses on his chest moving up to his neck. Slowly he started to nip the soft flesh there, kissing and soothing it with his tongue. He let his hand drift down to the bulge in his Angel's pants. Kissing Jason again he slowly started to stroke him through his pants. Jason moved his mouth away to moan softly. 

"Can I take your pants off Angel?" Aaron huskily whispered. 

"Yes." Jason moaned out

Aaron removed first Jason's then his own pants. He took in his first look of Jason, who was in turn looking at him. "Jason" He called, and again when the other didn't respond. "Jason, baby. I want to taste you. Will you let me?"

"Oh yes." Jason answered. 

Aaron left a trail of kisses from Jason's lips to his navel, where he stopped to dip his tongue in and out. A mock of what he would soon be doing with other parts of Jason's body. Aaron moved to softly kiss and nibble at Jason's hip bones, dipping his tongue into the indentations there.

He moved down to inhale the smell of his Angel....slowly he took his penis and licked the head. Then inch by inch took him into his mouth. Licking and tonguing the sides and Jason moaned an withered on the bed. Aaron took Jason all the way into his mouth and into his throat. Swallowing around him then removing his mouth to do it again. Aaron looked up to see Jason moaning as turning his head from side to side.

Eyes tightly closed and head bowed, he was the picture of beauty and pleasure. Aaron placed two of his fingers by his lips. " Get them wet for me Angel." And Jason took them into his mouth licking and sucking them, making them nice and wet. Aaron removed his fingers with a pop and brought them down to Jason's entrance. 

"Look at me Angel." Aaron whispered as his fingers circled the slowly loosening passage. When Jason's eyes met his, Aaron slowly pressed one finger into him. Pushing it in and out loosing the passage for another finger. When he felt that Jason was ready he pressed in another finger.

Jason's breath caught for a moment. He could not imagine that this was happening. He was in someone's bed, a MALE someone. Being kissed , touched, stroked. The weirdest part was, he liked it! He stiffed a little as Aaron added a third finger and it stung a bit. Aaron, he was so good looking, not that he looked at many men before. And Aaron liked him, noticed him. Even had a little bit of a crush on him. He might have one back.

Jason moaned and arched onto Aaron's fingers. He'd hit something very pleasant. It felt like tingles through his entire body. 

"Ready Angel?" At Jason's nod, Aaron climbed up to once again kiss Jason. "You nervous? We can stop if you want." Aaron questioned.

"No I want to do this, I want you Aaron." Jason timidly answered

"Ok Angel, I'll take care of you." Aaron took the tube from his bedside drawer and spread some of its contents over his erection. He kissed Jason one more time before slowly entering him.

Jason gasped at the feeling. "You ok?" Aaron questioned. Jason nodded. Aaron started to move again. Once he was fully sated, he waited for Jason to adjust. 

"Y-you can move now." Jason whispered.

Aaron leaned down and kissed Jason, the kiss becoming serious. Their tongues dueling against each other. Aaron started to move, slowly at first then gained some speed. Twisting his hips until he heard Jason gasp, knowing he had found what he was looking for. The found a rhythm, quick and throbbing. In and out, pleasure strumming through them.

Aaron reached down and began to stroke Jason's neglected penis, Jason started to moan louder and press himself up onto Aaron. "Oh God, Aaron harder. Harder, please." Jason moaned gripping Aaron's arms for leverage.

Moving in and out of his Angel. The guy of his dreams, Aaron felt himself saying the words. His hearts desire. He couldn't even stop himself. "Oh Angel, I love you. I Love you so much." With one last thrust Jason came spilling himself over both their stomachs and Aaron's hand. Seeing Jason in such pleasure, Aaron followed filling his Angel, his love.

Aaron moved to lay next to Jason on the bed. How could he have said that? 

"You love me?" Jason questioned

"I. Yes, I love you. I don't want to scare you away. I just couldn't help but fall in love with you. Then you came home with me, you are so special. I just, I'm sorry Jason."

"Angel." Jason replied

"What?" Aaron asked

"You can call me your Angel." Jason answered leaning over to kiss Aaron.



The Dance



A stamp to the wrist and Kari was in. It was ladies night at her favorite club and as always it was packed with tons of people. Kari loved the bright neon lights as they shot off into different directions. One of the biggest attractions of the night was the handful of girls doing their favorite dance number, on top of the bar. They danced the same steps to the beat, their hands touching the brass railing, hanging down from the ceiling, as they cat walked back and forth along the bar. At the end of the song, the girls stopped to pose, the crowd of people below, clapping and cheering.

Kari grabbed her cell phone from her pocket. "Was it going to be seconds, minutes, or hours before he arrived." she thought to herself.

"I'll find you." was the last thing he told her, when he called her.

Excited with all the anticipation, Kari walked over to the bar to get a drink. With a beer in her hand, she approached the edge of the dance floor. The music was loud but, the best kind to dance to, and she began to scan the dance floor. 

A couple caught her eye, barely moving, not keeping pace with the music. Kari watched him lean into the woman. Her head tilted to the side as he talked deeply into her ear. His hands gripped at her hips, and as they danced. He moved them, moving down her sides. Swaying slowly in front of him, she teased him with the slowest of movements. The beat of the music changing but, their pace remained the same. 

While drinking her beer, Kari stood there watching them dance as they began to disappear into the crowd of people. Only his shoulders could be seen now as he towered over her. 

"Would you like to dance?" a man said, standing behind Kari with a tap to her shoulder.

Kari turned toward him, placing her bottle down on the nearest table. 

"Sure!" she said, walking in front of him, leading him to the dance floor. 

They pushed their way through the people, reaching the center of the crowded floor. Kari turned, lifting her hands above her head, starting to dance in front of him. 

"I'm Jason!" he said, leaning toward her, trying not to yell too loudly. 

"Kari, nice to meet you." she said, exchanging a smile with him. 

Stepping closer, his hips moved into hers and one of her knees found its way between his. She looked up at Jason, placing her hand on top of his shoulder. The dance went on with very little conversation. 

Kari looked over his shoulder, glancing at the door. The bouncer continues to stamp people as they file in but, with no sign of him. Kari darted her eyes toward the bar. 

"Looking for someone?" Jason asked. 

"Yea but, he's not here yet." Kari replied, disappointed. 

"Dance with me until he shows?" Jason asked, smiling. 

"Sure!" she said quickly, looking over toward the pool tables that were beside the bar.

The music picked up and the dance floor began to flood with more people. Pushing and nudging, people moved past them as she felt her body bump up against Jason. Her stomach tight against his, he grabbed Kari's hip, bracing her so she wouldn't fall any further. 

"Oh sorry!" a woman said behind her as she felt her foot ache. 

"No problem." Kari turned back to Jason and smiled. 

The bass was felt in her body, the crowd started to bounce and yell, as they threw their hands up in excitement. With a slow turn, she pressed her back into Jason's chest. Reaching down, feeling for his hands, her fingers slipped between them. 

Clutching her hands, Jason pulled them up and above her head. They started to dance faster with her hips moving in a wave of quick motion. Kari glanced down looking at his slightly bent knees, his thighs directly behind hers, following her every move. 

Jason's hands dropped, releasing Kari's fingers. He traced down her elbows, the back of her arms, reaching her shoulders as she bent down further, only to rise again. Sinking down further, getting into the music, her body rocked with his. 

Kari looked up and watched a guy in front of her, laughing at the girl dancing with him. 

A double take and Kari can see him, leaning against the wall at the edge of the dance floor. Finally here, his penetrating smile widened. Kari continued to dance, smiling back at him, her heated eyes parting the crowd. 

People passed in front of Kari and he caught glimpses of Kari's body, moving to the music erotically in front of Jason. With a quick wink, Kari turned her back to him, now facing Jason. She lifted her hands, placing them into her hair, pulling it up off her shoulders as she continued to rock back in forth. Looking at Jason, hiding her excitement, she felt him watching her. Every line, curve, and movement, his intense stare covered her body.

"I need a drink." Jason said, as the song ends. 

"Okay. I'm gonna hang here." Kari said, watching him leave the dance floor. 

Kari turned to look back at him. He's gone, no where in sight. With a slow and steady scan, she began to turn, looking at each person, near the dance floor as she started to walk forward. 

Suddenly, hands gripped her arms tightly, pulling them behind her back. "Where do you think you're going?" he chuckled, pulling her back into him. 

"No where, now." Kari sighed. 

His grip became loose, dropping his hands, holding her wrists. Another song began, his breath now felt next to her ear. "Dance with me." he said, hold a wrist in each hand, placing them down against his side. 

Without a word, Kari began to move with him. Turning her head slightly, feeling his cheek against hers. Her hands flat to his thighs, feeling his hand brush her hair to the side. The sexy music played by the DJ fed her excitement with each movement against him. His hand reached around, lying against her stomach, holding her tightly, pressed against him. 

Kari grabbed at the material of his pants, pulling him toward her. His sex behind her, as they move together, only inches apart. "A dance I have been waiting for." he said, his breath deeper into her ear. 

"A dance I have thought of a million times." Kari said, covering the top of his hand with hers. 

"Meet me outside in 15 minutes." he ordered, his hand moving away from hers, disappearing behind her. Kari turned to find him gone, as she started to head for the door. 

"Hey! Want another dance?" Jason said, grabbing her hand, from behind. 

"No thanks. I'm going to go outside and get some air." Kari said, smiling at him, slowly walking toward the door. Kari reached the front door, stepping out onto the sidewalk, searching for him.

"Need a ride? ..." the bouncer asked, "...I can call you a taxi." 

"No. That's ok. I'm just getting some air but, thanks." Kari smiled, continuing to walk. 

It was pitch black outside, on a warm summer night. The cars were at a slow crawl, going down the street in front of the club. Car horns went off now and then and Kari saw a girl, hanging out the window of a truck, yelling and waving her hand. A couple guys, stood on the sidewalk, waving back at her. Some people still in line outside the club, waited to get inside as others left. She walked across the crosswalk.

Arriving at the corner of the building, Kari looked down the alley. It was dark but, there was plenty of light from the street lights. He was waiting, leaning against the brick wall. Walking toward him, the alley seemed to get longer and longer as she walked along. His voice cut through the darkness like a knife. 

"A little further. I won't bite." he said, while she walked toward him slowly. 

Standing before him, her skin was still heated from dancing. He took the tip of his finger and began tracing up the front of her shirt. 

"The dancing is over, huh?" Kari said, in a slow and low voice, his finger traveling up to the dip in her neck. 

He pulled her chin up with the end of his finger. "I have a different dance." he whispered, bringing her lips almost to his. 

He turned his face, lightly kissing her cheek. Kari's mouth instinctively dropped open as she took a breath. He backed up, looking into her eyes, just for a moment as they dropped down to her jeans. He hooked his finger into a belt loop, and with a quick tug, he turned her. Spinning her around, he pulled her back up against him. Grabbing another belt loop, he tugged her tightly against him. Squeezing his hands at her hips, she turned her head, glancing up the alley. 

The alley flickered with flashes of light as cars drove by. Peering at the edge of the building, trying not to be seen, was Jason. He appeared as though he'd been standing there for a long time, frozen in his stance. 

"Looks like you got company." he chuckled. 

His laugh rang in her ear while his hands teased her, knowing Jason stood there watching them. Letting go of her jeans, he moved, letting her back fall into the wall, where he once stood. Kari felt the cold and rough bricks against her skin, scratching at the palms, her hand pressed against the wall. 

Kari's stare filled with an intense desire, watching him take his shirt off. With great effort she remained still, trying not to tremble in front of him. His shoulders were cooled by the outside air, the heat was seen coming off his skin as he stood there before her. 

Breaking her gaze, she looked back down the alley. Jason now leaned against the wall, his shoulder pressed against it as if it were holding him up. He stood there admiring the sight in front of him, as Kari's eyes shut suddenly, feeling the rush of excitement while his breath spilled into her ear. 

The straps to her top pulled down, his fingers drug down the sides of her arms. His lips barely touched hers as more skin was exposed. His mouth followed, staying clear of her breasts. 

Opening her eyes, looking down, he tugged her top down around her hips, leaving it there. He rose slowly, dragging his hands up each side of her thighs. Then suddenly grabbing her wrists, he pulled them above her head. With one hand, he pressed them into the cold brick wall, as his free hand tugged Kari's jeans toward him. With just enough room, the back of his fingers ran along the inside of her jeans. 

The warm flesh of his strong hands caused her stomach to heave from his touch. Chills cover her skin as she began to feel weak, almost hanging from his grip. Kari's nipples became erect, grazing against his chest.

Another quick glance and Jason was gone. Too distracted, Kari shut her eyes again as his hand dips down, invading the inside her jeans. A soft moan leaves Kari's lips as he whispers to her. 

"Mmm, you do miss me, don't you?" his hand finding the tip of her sex, once covered by her jeans, now soaked with excitement. 

"I was expecting you." Kari said, wickedly. 

"Yeah? Were you expecting to cum tonight too?" he said, the bite to his voice, very clear. 

Unable to answer him, trembling at the touch of his hand, his fingers climbed into her pink satin, torturing her with the slightest movement. Suddenly, Kari's knees began to give out, as he released her wrists, grabbing a hold of her with his aggressive embrace. 

Kari dug her hands into his shoulders, as if that were the only thing to hold onto. Her head dropped back, feeling his teeth sink into her neck as he wickedly whisper under his breath.

"Give me what I crave." his words melting in Kari's ears, feeling the squeeze of the intense pleasure, filling her core. 

Loss of breath and then a sudden gasp followed as Kari's moans bounced off the walls in the alley. She shook with intensity as the flow of white heat released, covering his waiting hand. Kari's head dropped to his shoulder, holding onto him tightly. 

Minutes passed, as she brought her head up, looking at him with a soft smile. He leaned forward, kissing her deeply. Breaking off his kiss, she embraced him tightly and looked down the alley once again. Kari laid her head on his shoulder. A shadow was seen but, not made out as it suddenly disappeared.



The Dance



I've been staring at you. All through dinner, actually. I'm not quite sure what it is about this particular night, but I know what it feels like. It feels like desire; like an aching hunger; electricity and heat. 

We sit inconveniently in the center of the dark room; surrounded by a sterile arrangement of tables. The dull hum of strangers' conversations hangs in the air, finally dying down as the house band drifts into another sleepy jazz number. I watch as you carefully finish off the last of your wine. The candle in the centerpiece struggles to stay alive; dancing in your big, beautiful eyes. You sit heavily in your chair with a week's worth of stress in your shoulders, close your eyes, and listen to the music, absentmindedly running your fingers through the wispy hairs at the nape of your neck. I think to myself about how that's one of my favorite spots, and how it's connected to a number of tender points along your throat and collarbone that I enjoy very much. The wine is working. You gently nod in time to the down-tempo beat, unaware of my observation. Your hand lingers on your shoulder, softly kneading a tense cord of muscle, as I stand, and take a quiet step towards you, gently catching your wrist. Your eyes question mine, but only for a second, then you understand. 

We weave carefully around two tables and out onto the small dance floor; alone. I hold you close, and we ease into the rhythm. Your arms wrap lazily around my shoulders and my hands meet at the small of your back. You lay your head on my chest; a small smile creeping onto your face. I longingly drink in the scent of you over and over. Slowly, but deliberately, my fingertips wander around the back of your dress. As always, it is nearly impossible to be this close to you - to be touching you - without your proximity inspiring an urgent need to touch you as much as possible; your hair, your skin, your mouth, your body. My fingers gingerly trail along the seams of the fabric, tracing the contours of your torso. I take another drag of your enticing aroma, and feel a subtle wash of clean, cool energy flow between us. You sway to the music; gradually freeing yourself of next week's client meeting schedule, the temperamental software update, and the flood of paperwork that will surely follow Tuesday's long-awaited acquisition of the Nakamura account. Your limbs hang on my shoulders heavily, and you are blissfully lost in the comfort of darkness, sound, and motion; unaware that I currently find myself loitering somewhere between desire and action. You see, I haven't just been staring at you all through dinner; I've been wanting you. Wanting to touch you and kiss you. Wanting to taste you. You dance oblivious, but not for long. 

I lower my head slightly and my cheek brushes against your ear. My lips instinctively part, eager to seek out that velvety soft lobe and close around it. I continue instead to sink my mouth towards the delicate arc of your left shoulder, and stop just short of contact. You can feel my breath on your skin. I can feel the warmth of your flesh. I restrain myself with quiet difficulty, but the intent is clear, and you almost unconsciously arc your spine and cant your head slightly, presenting me with a swath of soft, sweet-tasting flesh that's nearly impossible to resist. We sway for a few more beats and my fingers now impatiently linger at the small of your back. They don't want to linger; they want to explore - further down over the curving slope of your glorious ass, all the way down your shapely legs to your pretty painted toes and back up to rest between your creamy caramel thighs. My fingers want to tuck under the lacy boundary of your panties to stroke and tease your warm, moist skin, and I don't blame them. It's all I can think about. 

My subconscious swims through dreamy images of your lovely figure splayed out on a bed of dark satin, nearly nude. Your body beckons me and I answer with determined enthusiasm. With limbs entwined, we very soon find ourselves consuming each other in a near frenzy of passion and lust. Our lips crush against each other again and again. Our bodies writhe and grind. Hands grope and grasp for purchase on slick flesh. My teeth scrape against your collarbone as your nails dig into my back. You breathe in ragged sighs as my mouth closes over one bre-

Back on the dance floor, back in the real world, I have become sheepishly aware of my desire as it shamelessly presents itself against the tender flesh of your thigh. A split second of shyness is eclipsed by the nearly imperceptible tightening of your arms around me. One of your hands finds it's way to the back of my head, and pushes it down to finally connect my lips with your soft, sweet skin. We hang entwined like this for a moment until I part them slightly and plant a warm dry kiss at the peak of your collarbone. I debate for second, and then gently nibble your shoulder once, then again; squeezing my arms around you. You inhale deeply, and I feel your body against mine. The swell of your breasts presses into me gently, and our legs just barely overlap. We both feel a slight rise in temperature prickling across our bodies. I begin to pull away, before I get myself in trouble, when I suddenly feel your hot breath at my ear. With a gentle sigh and a smile, you whisper, "I want you too."

It is applause, of all things, that pulls us out of our slumber. We make our way back to the table on wobbly legs, hand in hand. I pause briefly to pay the check and we head for the door, drunk with desire and promises of things to come. The song may be over, but the night is young, and we've got one more dance ahead of us.



The Dance



"Hi, My name is Liz, and I'm going to entertain you tonight. I know that $50 dollars a person is a lot of money to pay for someone like me, but I guarantee you that I'm worth it. I'm going to do my best to give you the best fucking show you ever saw, but before I start I want you to know up front what to expect. My husband is here with a videocamera and he's taping everything that happens, so watch what you do. This tape can and will be used against you in a court of law (sounds of laughter). In the meantime, I've got some good news for you and some bad news for you. The bad news is that I'm NOT a whore so don't expect me to go off to the bedroom with you. The good news is that I'm a slut and I love being fucked. Have you ever wondered why prostitution is against the lawn and yet it's perfectly legal for them to make the porno movies that you've all probably seen before? Some of you more than others I would suspect (more laughter). The answer is simple. A movie or a tape is protected by the First Amendment. It's called Freedom of Speech. Prostitution is not covered by that freedom. So, can you all put two and two together? I'm not a whore but I do like sex. And it just so happens that my husband has a videocamera. I think you get the meaning. Maybe that's why you're paying $50 to be here. I'm going to put on a show for you for the next fifteen or twenty minutes and then I'm going to take a break and have a good stiff drink to loosen me up. Then I'm going to dance some more. While I'm (unintelligible here because of background noise) and can really get nasty. But before I start I just want to give you a preview of what's ahead."

With that last sentence I reached down and pulled the dress up over my stomach and started to lower my panties.

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This all happened in the early spring of 1997. The words I have just written were taken verbatim from the audio of the tape and are complete, including the five or six-second portion that was drowned out by the background noise. I don't recall what I might have said during those few seconds, but I'm sure it doesn't make any difference to the story. If you'll allow me to back up, I'll fill you in on the details of what led up to this.

Jim overheard one of his coworkers talking at lunch one day about a friend of his who was going to be married in a few weeks. The grooms best man was looking for a girl to strip at the bachelor party but had so far been unable to come up with anybody. He wanted someone a little more risque than the usual "Strip-o-grams" girls that he had seen advertised in the paper but he didn't know where to find one. He was a married man and didn't know any "hookers" so he had sent the word out that he was in the market and was depending on his friends and friends of friends to find what they could come up with.

Jim related that story to me when he returned from work that day but nothing was said or implied in his casual reference to it. It was just Jim telling me about his day at work, nothing more. I don't recall exactly what brought the subject up again, but a few days later we found ourselves talking about it, and Jim suggested that that it might be a kick if I were to dance at the party. I laughed at his suggestion and asked him who in their right mind would want to see MY flabby ass? The subject was dropped, but later that night, after my shower, I looked at myself in the mirror and began to fantasize. Yeah, my ass WAS a little flabby, but it wasn't all that bad. I had a pretty good looking set of boobs, a cute face, and a good personality. What else could a man want? I wasn't a "10" but I was certainly better looking than the Mama that Danny Devito threw from the train. The idea began to fascinate me. After our trip to Las Vegas Jim and I had entered the swinging scene, but after only three "parties" with other couples we were just in the process of deciding it wasn't for us. We thought when we had started that it would be fun, but we had quickly become disenchanted with the whole idea because it always seemed forced. Meeting someone for the sole purpose of just having sex with them just seemed strange, and other than the sex we found we had nothing in common with three couples we had met. We were still sexually curious and ready to try new things, but swapping partners just wasn't working out to our satisfaction.

The next night at dinner I casually steered the conversation around to the bachelor party. After asking a few innocent questions and hearing the responses Jim gave, I got a little bolder began to zero in on the objective. Finally I asked Jim point blank if he had really been serious about wanting me to do it. From that moment on the rest of the evening was nothing but erotic talk and fantasies about what might happen. We ended up having a great night of sex and the decision was made that if the best man was still actively looking for someone then I would make myself available. I left Jim under the impression that he had talked ME into it. Damn but I'm good!

Jim approached his coworker the next day and told him that he knew of a girl that might be interested in dancing at the party if his friend was still interested. Of course Jim never told him "who" the girl was. I had never met the coworker so even if he would be at the party Jim could always pawn me off as a "girlfriend" Anyway, Jim got the phone number of the best man and that night I called him and offered my services.

He lived in Newport Beach which was about 35 miles from where we live and Jim and I took a drive over there that weekend to meet him and to work out all the details and discuss everything. I wanted to be reassured that this was going to be something that I really wanted to do and that it was going to be safe. I wanted to know how much I was going to be paid, when and where it was being planned, and how many people were going to be in attendance.

When we arrived that Saturday afternoon we found a relatively modest house in the suburbs of a fairly wealthy city. We were met at the door by the best man Al and his wife Sandy. They invited us in and we all sat at the kitchen table and drank wine that Sandy poured for us. Somehow It had never dawned on me that he would be having the party at his house. I had thought more in terms of a rented hall or a banquet room someplace or something along those lines. I also never envisioned having to discuss dancing naked while his wife was sitting there listening to every word we said. I remember feeling a little awkward discussing these things while she sat at the table, but I quickly adjusted. As long as it didn't seem strange to her then why should I feel uncomfortable? He offered me $200 for an hour long performance. Of course, he said, I could probably earn more after that if I got them hot enough. He said I could charge them anything I wanted afterwards and that he had a spare bedroom upstairs where I could take them. Most of them, he added, had quite a lot of money.

"Thanks, but no thanks" I remember saying. "I don't mind dancing naked for a room full of strangers, but I'm not a whore." I got up from the table and waited for Jim to do the same. Al immediately backed up and acted embarrassed by what he had said, and I noticed that Sandy was looking at him in anger. He quickly apologized to me and the end result was that I eventually cooled off enough to accept the apology and sat back down.

We spent the next half hour of so working out the details and having our questioned answered. Just what kind of performance did they want? Did they want a strip show or were they looking for more? The idea of charging them "extra" for "fucking" them still rankled, but I held my original anger in check and was told that he expected me to put on a performance similar to what you would see at some of the sleazier topless/bottomless bars, with absolutely nothing left to the imagination as far as nudity went. I glanced at Sandy to see her reaction but she seemed to take it all in without any sign of being embarrassed. I remember wondering what was going on in her head while her husband Al was telling me about spreading my legs and letting them get some good views of my open pussy. I wouldn't have felt embarrassed if it had only been Al, but because of her presence I was.

There was to be between 10 and 20 people at the party. I held out for more than just the $200. I figured that with two trips to their house $200 just wasn't enough. I wanted more, and I felt that I would get it since the party was the following weekend and I might be his last hope. He had already slipped and said they were all pretty well off financially. I felt I had the upper hand so I decided to up the ante. After another five minutes of offers and counteroffers we finally compromised. I was to get $50 per person attending, but I was going to be a "guest" at the party and would be there all evening. If all 20 people showed up I would net $1000 dollars! I was very proud of my negotiating skills and as we said our good-byes and headed for the car I could see Jim counting the dollar signs in his head.

The next week it seemed that all we could do was talk about the coming weekend. I thought about all the things I planned to do and I shared them with Jim. We had some of the best sex ever during that week as we both fantasized about the party. We found a baby-sitter for Christine, I went shopping for some really neat slutty clothes, and I prepared a little speech that I intended to give before the show started. Jim, of course, wanted to take the videocamera so he could preserve the event for posterity and that gave me another idea. I mulled it over in my mind that night as I drifted off to sleep after being fucked by Jim for the second time that evening, went to the library in the morning, and was fully prepared by the time party night came along.

As planned, we arrived at their house around 7 PM. The other guests were to arrive around 8. I would make my entrance at 9 and I was expected to be one of the last to leave. We took another look at their den to make sure that everything was set up OK and then we went upstairs to watch TV while Al and Sandy finished fixing everything up and the guests arrived. The time went by a lot slower than I had hoping. I was ready and I was horny.

By 9 PM I was dressed and ready to go. I had brought three changes of clothes (just in case I wanted to change at some point) but I had started with a clinging white dress that came down to about two inches above the knees. Underneath I was braless, but I was wearing a pair of the tradition pink panties (definitely not sexy) but there was a method to my madness.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and I knew it was time. Jim grabbed the videocamera and we walked down the stairs and into the den. Al introduced us and I took my position in the front of the room. It was then that I began the "speech" that opened this story.

Now that you know the background I will continue on. Let's see, where were we? Oh, that's right. I had just lifted my dress up over my stomach and had just begun to lower my panties.

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This was during the days when I was still shaving my pussy, and I lowered them down all the way to just about the spot where they could see the slit between the legs. Being shaved, of course made it easy for me to get them down that far with actually showing anything. Then I began rolling up the sides and twisting them up and over each other until I was left with just a swatch of material covering my hole. It was about the size of a matchbook cover and the only thing that was covered was the actual entrance to my body. On the videotape it looks sexy as hell and I'm sure they appreciated the tease that came with it. Even now I can't believe that I could have gotten it that small without even a trace of my lips being exposed, but I did. With the panties still covering my pussy I turned around and pulled them down even further and exposed my ass to them.

The strange part was that I didn't have the same sense of "fear" that I usually get when I engage in showing myself off in other places. I guess that it had to do with the fact that I knew I was in complete control and that I was being paid for the performance and it was expected. When I do that in other places it is usually not expected and I therefore run the risk of offending somebody, being ridiculed by them, or even arrested, but here that was not the case. Fear, I suppose, is too strong a word. It's more like having "butterflies in the stomach" or "stage fright," but whatever you call it, I didn't have it. That night it was just me, showing off my body, enjoying the hell out of it and getting turned on.

I dropped the dress back down over my legs and turned around to face them again. "Those were really ugly panties, weren't they? Lucky for you I brought some sexier ones. I reached up under the dress and pulled them all the way down and stepped out of them. I had made sure that I was standing in front of a light while I did this so they could see the outline of my body through the thin material of the dress. Jim, who was prepared and knew what I was doing, reached in his pocked and threw me the new pair that I had put in his pocket. I held them up so everyone could see how much better they looked and then I stepped into them. I told Al to start the music and for the next 20 minutes or so I danced to a variety of different kinds of music. Some were fast, some slow, and I did my best to act erotic as I could for each style of music. By the time the third song was over my dress was unbuttoned almost down to my navel and my nipples were occasionally exposed whenever I would turn or dip or sway. At the end of the fifth song I looked at the audience and said "fuck it" and I unbuttoned the dress all the way and slipped it off. I got a big round of applause as I dropped it unceremoniously on the floor, and I got my first real rush of adrenaline as I stood there before them bare breasted. As the sixth song started (a slow one) I began swaying with the music and running my hands over my body. I could feel their eyes on me and I enjoyed every minute of it.

After two more songs I stopped and asked Jim to turn off the camera. I had been on stage for almost half an hour and it was time for the first of my planned breaks. Al let the music continue but he turned it down to a more pleasant level and I left and went to the bar. Still clad in only my panties I had Al pour some Tequila in a glass. It was at least a double and maybe even a triple, and I just stood around mingling with everybody while I drank. Needless to say, some of the guys approached and started talking with me. I entered into some good conversations with them and one of the things that I learned was that the "groom-to-be" wasn't in attendance. It seemed that his "wife-to-be" had forbidden him to attend. I had something specially planned for the groom, which now I wasn't going to be able to do, but I guess his wife knew that someone like me would probably be at the party. I wonder if they are still married.

Being semi-naked while they were all clothed made some of them uncomfortable at first, but by the time I had finished my drink they were more at ease. This part of it was not on tape but I wish now it had been. It felt good to be dressed only in the briefest of panties around all these men and act as it everything was normal. The only part that made me feel strange was when Sandy walked into the den for some reason and saw me standing there. Our eyes met and I felt like a fool. I didn't know what she was thinking at the time, but it did make me feel a little uncomfortable again. Fortunately she was only in the room for a few seconds before she left and closed the door behind her.

I must have mingled with them for ten minutes or more, and during that time I felt more than just one hand "accidentally" touch me somewhere, but it didn't bother me in the least and I pretended not to notice. I continued talking and laughing with everyone until I finished my drink. I then asked Al to fill it up again and, drink in hand, I returned to my spot in the front of the room. I looked out at the room and made eye contact with as many of them as I could and then I said, "Well, now that we've gotten to know one another a little better, and I've had a little drink, I think it's about time to get a little nasty, don't you?" By this time, of course, they had more to drink then they had earlier and the response was more than approving.

Still keeping eye contact with them, I hooked my two thumbs under the band of the panties and I pulled them down. I stepped out of them and tossed them over to Jim who by now had the camera running again. Standing completely naked before them I smiled, then turned around and spread my legs ever so slightly. I bend over from the waist and picked up the throw rug that Al had placed on the floor for me during the intermission. With my back still toward them I smoothed out the rug and lay down on it. I scooted the rug and myself across the cold stone floor and turned over to face them again. I positioned myself so that one leg was covering my crotch (being the tease again) and I began rubbing my hands over my buttocks. I don't have any vivid memories of having done it, but the tape reveals that my eyes were closed and at one point my tongue came out and I licked my lips.

I continued massaging my ass for a full minute and then laid my head down on the rug and uncocked my leg. Fully prone and face down I scooted myself and the rug into a position where my head was facing them and my legs were stretched out behind me and facing the wall. All they could see was my bare ass. Still watching them, I slowly began to raise it up from the floor. As I did so I began spreading my legs until I was in the classic "doggie style" position. My head was on the floor, my bent body was covering my private area, and my ass was spread wide open, but not so "they" could see. I then moved both hands behind me and spread my cheeks apart.

"Turn this way" I heard someone call out. "We want to see."

Finally. I had been waiting for someone to give me instructions. I raised my head again and looked at them. "Oh, you mean you REALLY want me to get nasty?" I asked with mock surprise. "Just what do you want to see?"

"Everything" someone else yelled out.

"Well, you paid for it, I guess. I just didn't want anyone to be offended or shocked. Does everybody want to see everything?"

Just as I had surmised, I had managed to get them really primed. The noise was overwhelming, OK, you asked for it. Just let me warn you that I can get pretty slutty. But first I need another drink. Would someone get me a double Tequila?"

I knew that now the tease was over. Now we were at the place where simple nudity gave way to wanton display. It was where I knew they wanted to be and I knew this was the place that I wanted to be as well. It was a rush to have them staring at my naked body with lust and I knew they were enjoying every minute of it.

By the time someone had brought me my drink I was sitting up and facing them. My legs were spread apart and everyone could see my bald cunt and I wasn't in the mood to tease them anymore. I took a stiff swallow of half the Tequila in the glass and then sat it down next to me. I lay back on the rug and took my index fingers and spread my lips apart. I pulled them apart as far as they would go, letting everyone see as much of my insides as I could. I brought my knees back to my chest and let them look at my asshole as well. Lightly I reached down and stroked myself. I was on fire inside and I was probably as turned on they were. Perhaps even more.

I continued to stroke myself lightly. I alternated between the clitoris and the labia, not entering myself yet but I knew it would be a short moment or two before I did. The music was soft and dreamy and I knew that I may never have the opportunity to be this daring in front of so many people again. I could hear their comments and they were crude and lewd. They wanted more and I was just the one to give them what they wanted.




The Dance



My thanks go to my proofreaders LadyCibelle, and my friend SH, for attempting to sort out my foul-ups for me. But I must remind the reader that I still retain my annoying habit of fiddling with my tales of woe, almost every time that I open them.

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I'd lain back on the sun lounger after taking a quick swig of the big iced cocktail the waiter had just delivered. And I had just turned my attention back to all that nubile - near naked - young flesh, clad as it mostly was in almost non-existent bikinis, when I spotted her emerging from the water like Aphrodite had from the sea in Greek legend. Or should I say, that I noticed the little black bikini, it's hard to say exactly what took my eye first.

From the moment I clapped eyes on that shapely body, I realised that there was something very familiar about it, even if at that distance -- about two hundred yards or so -- but I couldn't work out exactly what. However, as the woman progressed up the beach in my general direction, her hand went up and pulled the matching black bathing cap from her head.

The moment those flaming red curls unfurled themselves, I knew exactly who she was, but for the life of me I couldn't understand how she had washed up on the same island - let alone beach - as I, several thousand miles from our hometown.

I might not have known that she was on the island, but as she got closer, it was pretty obvious to me that she knew that I was there. And what's more, that she was making straight for me. She had to have pre-knowledge of my presence and exact location, because I'd had difficulty in recognising her at that distance, red hair or not. There was no possible way she could have spotted me almost lying down on that lounger as I was.

It never crossed my mind of course, that she might have already spotted me before she went into the sea and had decided to make a dramatic appearance. Not that it did her any good because I pretended to be asleep behind my sunglasses. I wore mirror sunglasses so the females would not be aware of me perving their nubile bodies as they paraded about the beach and hotel patio where I lay.

I'm not unattractive, but at thirty-three and feeling more like I was fifty-three, I wasn't really in the running for picking up any spare, even if I was on holiday. I'd had my fill of close encounters with the female of our species by then. Two failed marriages and a failed long-term relationship was enough for me, thank you very much. I was quite happy to lie there and fantasise thank you.

Mary Beth sashayed directly up to the foot of my lounger and then stood there staring down at me, her hands on her hips.

I pretended to be sound asleep.

She coughed once and then a little later she "Ahem'd."

Nevertheless, I didn't move a muscle, concentrating my mind hard on keeping my breathing deep and regular. With luck, she'd come to think that I was in a drunken stupor and go away.

Eventually she called out my name, but when I still didn't react. Then she said, "Fuck you. Tony Smart why do you have to drink so damned much all the time?" Then she turned and walked past me into the hotel.

I gave her plenty of time to get out of sight before I checked that the coast was clear. "Shit!" I said out loud. "What the fuck is she doing here?"

I'd first clapped eyes on Mary Beth Thomas. That's it Mary Beth by the way, not Mary Elizabeth. Wow betide anyone who ever called Mary Beth, Elizabeth. Apparently, she'd been named after some American actress that her grandfather had had the hots for in his younger days. As the first female born to the family Mary Beth was given her name; I suppose to keep the old boy happy.

Anyway, I first ran into her when we were both sixteen on my first day in Technical College. With a lot of other students, I'd been milling around in the lecture room that was to be our base for the year, when Mary Beth made her entrance. With a delightfully shapely body and that flaming red hair, no bugger -- well male student anyway - in the room could miss her. Every male eye in the place -- no matter whom they were apparently talking to - was on Mary Beth as she went up to the lecturer and asked him where she should sit. The randy bugger playfully suggested the front row where he could keep a friendly eye on her. Beth chose this moment to demonstrate her loud voice and called him a dirty old man, if not with a little playful tone to her voice, and everyone took it as a joke.

Her actual words were, "Here! We'll have to watch this one girls, I think he's going to be as bad as the rest of these perverts!" The rest of these perverts she was talking about were her male fellow students. Who, of course, were still ogling her.

Mary Beth then threw a withering look at one poor guy as she passed him on her way to the rear of the class. Where she very soon collected a little group of female Queen worshippers around her.

On one point Mary Beth was right, she did have to watch the boys. Very soon, she was getting hit on and asked to go out on dates by nearly every reasonably looking guy in our class and many from other classes as well. I had to give it to her she didn't string any of the guys along. Actually, she told them to piss off in no uncertain manner, and of course always at the top of her voice. Eventually nearly all of the guys got the message and they stopped pestering her for dates. Which I assumed, had been Mary Beth's plan.

Another odd thing about Mary Beth... Well don't you think it was odd, a very beautiful young woman who, to all intent and purposes, kept every guy at arm's length no matter how handsome they were? "Bloody odd if you ask me." I thought at the time; but I was to learn otherwise later. Anyway after a few weeks, word was spread around by some of the young wolves in the college, that Mary Beth was a lesbian. I suppose to cover the fact that they hadn't managed to score even a date with her.

Anyway, the odd thing I'm talking about was her female group of friends. Unlike most catty little female groups, obviously they weren't a closed shop. Neither was there a need for any girl to particularly fit in with the leader's ideas, basically Mary Beth's; for she couldn't abide female bullying of any kind. Any mousy little girl was apparently welcomed into that little... eventually very big, gang. About the only thing they all had in common was that they were all very dedicated to - and vocal on the subject - when it came to the women's Liberation movement; but we'll gloss over that part if we may, it has no real bearing on the story.

After watching Mary Beth's appearance that first day, I thought I had the situation pegged correctly and I had no intention of being made a laughing stock of, by trying my luck, no matter how much I fancied her on the quiet. There were plenty of other fish in the sea for me to chase after; I have always believed that there's little point in wasting time chasing the unobtainable.

I suppose six months had gone by, when we were assigned group projects by our physics lecturer. The group members he randomly pulled from a hat, or to be precise a wastebasket. It was some surprise to me when I discovered Mary Beth had come over to join the group I was in. Even more surprising was the fact she had very little to say for herself that first day. It didn't strike me until later, that physics was hardly Mary Beth's forte.

By the third or fourth week of the project, Mary Beth was really struggling and holding the whole group back and some of the group members actually dared to get uppity with her. Oddly, Mary Beth didn't bite back, but she looked embarrassed.

"Tony you got a minute?" The lecturer called out to me at the end of the session.

I turned and saw him standing there with Mary Beth at his side.

"Whas-up boss!" I said approaching his table.

"Mary Beth here is having problems with this project. She's asked me to remove her from your group because she's holding the rest of you back."

I stood there and stared at him, wondering why he'd decided that I must be the natural leader of the group, which I wasn't actually.

"This is your area Tony, you leave the rest of them at the stocks. Could you find your way to find time to tutor Mary Beth and bring her up to speed?"

"I suppose so, but what does Mary think of that idea?"

"Mary Beth is willing to give it a try!" Mary replied, correcting me - not for the first or the last time - on her name.

"Okay girl, I'll meet you in the refectory after classes finish and we'll see if we can arrange something." I replied. Then I got the hell out of there before she had time to react to the girl comment.

Yeah I was pulling her chain a little, but I was a young man who liked to get out and enjoy himself. I had enough to do with my own studying; I really didn't want to waste my time tutoring one of the college dykes. Yeah well, throw enough mud at something and eventually some of it will stick! I do believe that I was coming around to join the general consensus of opinion that Mary Beth was a lesbian. I had never seen her with a guy since the day we'd all arrived at the college and no one -- well guy anyway - had ever claimed that they had taken her out.

"Well we can't do much in here, too damned noisy." I said to Mary Beth when I joined her in the refectory that afternoon.

"The library!" she suggested.

"Yeah, but they get all out of shape if you talk too much in there. How about your place, where do you live?"

"About a mile away. But I don't think my dad will like that, he's a little paranoid about me and boys."

"Mary Beth, I ain't your bloody boyfriend; I'm supposed to be tutoring you in physics. Tell your father that if you don't get help, then you're going to flunk out. He'll have to come round. I'd say you could come to my place, but my brothers would be around with their tongues hanging out all the time. We just wouldn't get any peace."

"I'll talk to him then, give me your number." She replied.

Her dad did keep giving me funny looks but he never actually said anything. Mary Beth's mum was great and was forever trying to feed me up; when I went round their house; usually I was invited to have an evening meal with them. Only that saying "Grace" lark before eating took me by surprise a little.

The months rolled along and I eventually got Mary Beth up to speed. But once the project was over she still kept hounding me for help, it seemed that I was going to be stuck with tutoring her in physics for the rest of our college lives. Not that I really minded, once you got past that front she put on she was very nice really, for a dyke that is!

"Tony, are you a queer?" You could have knocked me over with a feather when Mary Beth asked me that, on about our third week back of our second year of college.

"No I fucking-well ain't!" I replied angrily.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to upset you. I was just wondering because you've never made a pass at me. You're probably the only male in this whole college who hasn't made a pass at me at one time or another, and that includes half the lecturers."

"I don't take rejection well Mary, and you have the reputation that you've rejected everyone who's ever asked you out. You do realise that there's some in this college who suggest that you swing the other way don't you?"

"Do you?" she asked.

Honest answer?" I queried.

"Honest answer, I'm thick skinned." She assured me. 

"Well at one time I did wonder. But I've got to know you quite well now and I've never seen anything that leads me to believe that you swing that way."

"Thank you, and for your information, I don't! I was just an early developer and I've had randy little shits thinking they are going to get into my pants ever since I was ten years old. One or two very early and extremely upsetting experiences, was enough for me to be very wary of all men. Young and old alike!"

"Holly shit you weren't..."

"No, I just got touched up a couple of times before I was old enough to realise what the buggers were up to. My dad kicked the living daylights out of one of our neighbours when I told him, and he warned me to be careful around the male of the species. I'm afraid it's got to become a bit of a habit."

"Oh I see!" I said, wondering where the conversation was going.

"No you don't see!" She replied.

I don't?" I echoed wondering what the hell Mary Beth was referring to.

"No you don't, if you did, you'd have kissed me yonks ago. Christ, I've given you every opportunity." She announced.

"That's news to me!"

"Yeah I can see it is! Well if you aren't going to see the damned bait I'd better take the bull by the horns hadn't I?" She said, then she threw her arms around my neck and pulled me into a clinch; right there in the middle of the college refectory, in front of everyone. 

The next thing I know Mary Beth's tongue is jammed in my mouth and cheers are going up all around us. I'll happily admit that it was possibly the best kiss of my life that far. However, I was somewhat embarrassed by the all attention we were getting from our audience.

I had little choice but to wrap my arms around Mary Beth. God, did those two breasts feel good pressing against my chest.

That was it really; from that day forth Mary Beth and I were an item. Even her old man seemed to have accepted the fact.

The years rolled by and at the age of nineteen, I went off to college on the south coast to study engineering. Mary Beth who had left the education system by then, came along with me and we set up home in the grubbiest little one bed roomed flat that you've ever seen. Nevertheless, we were happy there together. For a while!

Beth found a job and went out to work everyday and I, of course, went to my studies. Most evenings we worked together in a pub for the extra money. Well, that flat was such a dump; Mary Beth wouldn't want to stay in it on her own.

It was as I was approaching my final exams that things kind of turned all topsy-turvy on us. I believe I'd been somewhat shocked at Mary Beth's reaction when I'd suggested that we got married right after I graduated. Mary Beth sort of panicked and mumbled something about not being ready to get married yet.

After that day, we seemed to argue all the time about nothing at all. It was as if every time I opened my mouth I was waving a red rag in front of a bull. Eventually, the night after I took my final exams we somehow finished up going at it like hammer and tongs. I suppose a lot of things were said that really shouldn't have been, but I really can't remember what they were. Damned if I can remember what the argument even started over now.

Anyway, when I got home the following evening - I still had some odds and ends to tidy up at college - Mary Beth had packed up her stuff and gone home to her mum and dad. Well that's what the hastily written note implied, no goodbye or anything. A neighbour described - what I believed - was Mary Beth's father's car parked outside the flat late that morning.

I can tell you I was pretty devastated when that happened, but I was extremely angry at the same time. Christ, we'd invested five years into our relationship and Mary Beth had walked away as if it meant nothing at all.

When I told my parents what had happened, they suggested that I should call Mary Beth and talk things over with her. But I was adamant that I wasn't going to do that. She'd left me; I figured that it was up to her to come and find me again. They even went as far as to tell me that Beth had called their house looking for me, but I never really believed them. I told them that I'd tried to call her back, when I hadn't really. Yeah well, I was pretty pissed off with the turn of events, as I saw it, it was up to Mary Beth to do the bleeding grovelling.

I should say that I'd got used to not living at home with the horde by this time and I had found myself a nice little flat before I even got back to my hometown from Uni. All right, originally, I had intended that Mary Beth and I would start our married life living there together; but it served just as well as a bachelor pad. Somewhere that I could take all the conquests that a free man could enjoy, if you understand me? 

My relationship with Mary Beth did provide one very unexpected legacy. Being known as the guy who'd captured the most beautiful girl in town's heart - who incidentally had the reputation of being an ice maiden - and having kept her for five years, did somehow raise my standing amongst all the unattached females locally. All right, and maybe some who weren't unattached when I first looked their way, that didn't make me everyone's favourite guy in town either. I do believe that a few guys got a little narked with me about it. And it could well be that that came back and bit me a few years later; one will never know. Christ, I found that I really was like a kid let loose in a sweet shop; almost any bird I looked at, was more than happy to go on a date with me. And quite a few were just as eager to climb into my bed as well.

It not being a very large town, I had always realised that it stood to reason that I was going to run into Mary Beth at the few good nightspots we had. Although I wasn't really expecting that I'd run into her - with a different guy -- almost every time I took a girl out.

Jesus she was a bitch. The moment she saw me, she'd manoeuvre her date around the dance floor until they were standing right in front of us. Then they'd prance around with his hands all over her for most of the evening, whilst Mary Beth looked daggers at my date and myself.

I soon discovered an antidote for her behaviour though; once Mary Beth and her date had positioned themselves to her satisfaction, I'd pull my date in close and snog her silly. Usually Mary Beth and her guy would be gone when I finally broke the kiss. For some reason it got me a reputation as a good kisser as well.

I think I'd been back from Uni for about six months when I picked up Sally somewhere. I have no recollection of where we met, I can only assume she was one of the girls who'd always been around somewhere; lets say I'd always known of her but didn't know her at the same time. All I can remember of that evening is giving her a lift home in my taxi one evening, snogging and most likely steeling the odd grope or two on the way. Yeah well, I didn't care, I took quite a few liberties. If the girls didn't like it, well... there were plenty more fish in the sea!

The following evening was a Friday and just after I got in from work, I found a message on my answer machine from Sally asking what time I was picking her up? Well, we went dancing that night and after a lot of hemming and hawing, she deigned to come back to my flat with me for the night.

What surprised me, was not that she was so willing, but the fact that she was almost completely inexperienced. Oh, don't go getting the idea that Sally was a virgin or anything, she most definitely wasn't. But, she admitted to me later that she'd only ever been shagged -- with a capital S -- in the back of a car, or behind the bushes in the park. No word of a lie, missionary only, and not the slightest idea on how to give head.

Boy did I have my work cut out bringing her up to speed. Mind you, she took to making love in a bed -- as against getting shagged in the back of a car -- like a duck to water. To be honest, once she found those Internet sites on my computer -- you know the ones with all the mucky and very descriptive stories and pictures on them - she turned into a raving sex maniac. You say it and Sally wanted to give it a try. Even bondage and S and M. Not really my cup of tea, but we had some fun experimenting.

Somehow, Sally and I finished up as a couple, probably more because we had so much fun in the bedroom -- or any other room in the flat that took our fancy -- than anything else.

Then suddenly just after that Christmas, Sally dropped the bomb on me. She was pregnant! I have no idea what went wrong, we'd taken all the right precautions; but these things happen; no type of birth control - except total abstention - is completely foolproof. We were married, less than two weeks later.




The Dance



Unfortunately, Sally's pregnancy did not go full term. I'm not completely sure what went wrong because the doctors spout all that technical shit at you. Anyway, Sally got some kind of an infection herself and nearly died. It was an upsetting couple of months for both of us I can assure you.

But once she recovered, and with additional precautions - we added a cap to the mix -- our sex lives got back the enthusiasm they'd had when we'd first got together. The problem was that after a few months I discovered that Sally had taken an interest -- through the Internet -- in swinging. Her - or maybe it was my - problem was, that she didn't seem to understand that for it to be swinging, both partners have to be in on the plan - or should that be act? Joining a swinging club without your partner isn't really Cricket, now is it?

The divorce was amicable and very quick. I couldn't really see the point in getting all out of shape over it, especially when Sally was happy to shag my brains out, even after the divorce. Not that I did very often; I had no idea who else she was shagging. She had developed the art of giving a good blowjob by then though.

After Sally, I sort of lost confidence in women. Hey, maybe that's why I still laid Sally now and again. I knew she was a cheating slut, so I wasn't likely to be disappointed again.

But then Jane came into the picture. I met Jane at the office; to be precise we were stuck in a lift together -- in the dark - during a power failure. We sat there in the dark and talked about our lives, having no real idea what each other looked like whilst we chatted. (Boy did I get a surprise when the lights came back on!") For some reason not even the emergency light had come on when the power went out. And who the hell takes more than a quick glance at anyone else who gets into a lift with them, when there's only the two of you in there.

Yeah, if the lift is crowded, and a shapely young backside gets in, most guys will try to position themselves to have a good perv. But, when there are only the two of you in the lift together, very suddenly the floor display panel has to take on a whole new interest, or you're liable to get your face slapped.

When the lift suddenly jerks to a halt and you're plunged into complete darkness; eventually you have to start talking to your companion, to put them at their ease at least. You know we both had cigarettes, but neither of us had a working lighter. By the time the power came back on, we'd both pledged to give up the dreaded weed. We actually met again a few days later, to assure each other that we'd kept that pledge.

That meeting lead to a date, and well... eight months later we were walking out of the registry office man and wife. But, not before Jane had informed me that children were not going to be on the cards. Jane had been born with a deformity in her ovaries and they'd had to be removed almost the moment she reached puberty; because of some complication or the other, which she never did go into fine details about. I'll be honest here I get just a little queasy when folks start talking about all that medical stuff. Jane also informed me that she had to take hormone replacement pills everyday, like some women who reach the end of their menstruation do. What do they call it, the change?

Although the idea of not having any naturally born children, was a blow for me; Jane had accepted her lot many years before. We did discuss the possibility of adoption sometime in the future. And there were some unexpected benefits to living with a woman who didn't menstruate. No PMS - like Mary Beth used to get sometimes -- and no missing out a few nights every month. 

The only unpredictable thing was a distinct variation in Jane's sexual appetite or libido that proved to be connected to those pills she took every day. Jane of course, had been aware of it for years and unbeknown to me until after we had wed, she changed the dose of the pills she took to take it into account. Whether it was an over dose or under dose of one particular pill, I never could fathom out. But when she got it wrong, Christ the woman would almost kill me. Still, others have had far worse crosses to bear.

Mentioning about Mary Beth again reminds me. With hindsight, I realised that a very odd thing happened concerning her. You remember, I said that when I got back from university she seemed to be everywhere that I took a date. Well, the odd thing was that after I got married to Sally, Mary Beth disappeared off the face of the earth. Only to reappear again whilst I was dating Jane, but once Jane and I got hitched... well blow me, no more Mary Beth again. I hardly ever clapped eyes on her anywhere in town, other than in the High Street sometimes on Saturdays and even then she appeared to be avoiding eye contact with me. Not that I let it show that I cared!

Working in the same building, Jane and I probably spent more time together than most newlyweds. We travelled to and from work together, and ate lunch together everyday. Our free time, when we weren't trying to shag each other to death, mainly revolved around Golf and line dancing. The golf was my pastime, that Jane took up with much more enthusiasm than I did her Line dancing, although I had to admit that it was fun once you got the hang of it.

We tried other pastimes as well. Ten-pin bowling, Yoga, horse riding one summer and water skiing another. The horse riding stopped when Jane got thrown. The water skiing stopped when I broke my leg. Yoga kind of came and went as our fancy took us, and the ten-pin bowling... well, we were both absolute shit at it, but we went once a month or so anyway and laughed at ourselves.

For the next few years, theoretically everything was perfect. I got promoted and we bought a nice little house. Jane changed jobs within the firm, but for a long time we couldn't seem to get to work in the same department. Then suddenly - and completely out of the blue - I was offered a position in the same department as Jane. I took it, although it cost me a little seniority.

Regretfully, Jane was at the time secretary to a guy called Jack Prout, Prouty to most people behind his back. Jack Prout had seniority over me, and he made it very clear right from my first day in the department that there was no way he was going to let me have Jane as my secretary. Not that that mattered really because my desk - being the new guy - was in the same office as Jane's. Although we knew that as I moved up the chain, I'd get a private office like most of the other guys.

Another unexpected flaw in Jane's and my master plan was that, as the new guy, Jim Martin the department head decided that I needed to familiarise myself with the departments clients and that led to numerous overnight trips all over the bleeding country. Instead of spending more time together, Jane and I were apart more than we had been since almost as far back as that day we were stuck in the lift together.

We had been married over four years by then, so we just sat back and bit the bullet. We knew that once I'd visited, spent some time with and got to know all the clients then I wouldn't be away half as much.

Well that was the state of play when I suddenly realised that everything wasn't quite as kosher as it should have been. Two snippets of overheard conversation were to tell me that some bastard was pulling my bleeding chain and I got really out of my pram over it. Alone they meant almost nothing; together those snippets were to lead to the shit hitting the fan in the biggest possible way

The first I overheard by the lifts one day. I was carrying three file boxes full of paper and I stepped to one side so that the people in the lift could get out before I went in. But, as the two guys exited the lift one was saying to the other.

"Christ when she gets going, nothing stops her! You know, she nigh fucked four of us to death the other..."

The guy suddenly stopped speaking when he saw that I was standing there. Him doing that locked his words into my brain.

Then about a week or so later I was going into the tearoom one morning when I heard one of the other guys saying.

"Yeah Prouty switched her bleeding pills she was fucking gagging for it when we got..." 

Once again the guy stopped speaking when he realised that it was me entering the tearoom and they both avoided my eyes as they hurriedly left.

Now even if Jane hadn't been like a woman possessed, when I'd returned home from my trip the previous evening I'd have still worked out what was going on. There was only one woman who kept her handbag inside Jack Prout's office. How kind of the bugger to offer to volunteer to lock it in his safe everyday, and I still wonder exactly how long the bastard had been fucking about with Jane's pills. Come to that for how long had the bastard been laying her?

Consumed with anger I charged straight from the tearoom into Prouty's office where Jane was taking dictation from him. My unexpected and sudden appearance must have told him that I'd sussed the bugger out, because he tried to scoot his chair through the far wall. But I was on the bastard anyway. I had two hands around his neck and I was squeezing for all I was worth. 

"No Tony, please don't kill him?" Jane begged me.

"Why, do you love him that much?" I spat back at her.

"No I hate him for what he did to me!" she replied.

"Then you knew he'd been messing about with your medication!" I asked.

"Oh my god, you bloody arsehole, no wonder I couldn't help myself." She screamed.

And then suddenly, I realised that I had to release Prouty so that I could restrain Jane. She'd swept up a bleeding great metal trophy he had on his desk, and she was about to brain the sod with it, when I grabbed hold of her. She needed both hands to lift it so I was sure that it would have crushed his skull. I don't know, me needing to protect my wife from doing something that would lead to her going to prison for a long time, kind-a took precedence over my need to kill the bugger myself

"You bastard, my medication has to be balanced very carefully, you could have killed me!" Jane had shouted at the top of her voice as we'd struggled with that trophy.

I - and I doubt Jane had either - had no idea whether Prouty messing with her hormone pills could have caused her physical harm. But it turned out Jane was more annoyed about that, than Prouty inviting the other guys from the office to enjoy her charms. Well to be honest, when Jane was on one of those sexual highs, I don't really expect she cared who it was, providing he was shagging her.

I learnt that it had been going on almost since I'd been transferred into the department. In fact, I had been transferred into the office with the express design on getting me out of the way. What's more, the department head was one of the guys Prouty had taken around to our house.

The net result was that Jane and I divorced quite quickly. I know that she hadn't been party to Prout's plan, actually she had always stuck so close to me because she feared what might happen if she got her dosage wrong some time. Look, it isn't like a tap, the pills govern the hormone rate, but it takes days for variations in dosage to take effect.

How Prouty found out what Jane's medication was for, we never did discover. We can only assume that he hunted through Jane's bag sometime and found them; two minute's on the internet would have told him what they were and what effect they could have. Then we assume he got some stronger ones from somewhere and made the switch. I had been transferred into the department to facilitate his taking advantage of that switch.

I didn't divorce Jane for what Prouty and the others had done with her. Well, not the first time Prout did it anyway. I knew she had little control once she got like that. I divorced Jane because she didn't tell me what had happened that first time. She had let him come back time and again; and even accepted him bringing the other guys along because he couldn't keep up with her.

As had happened with Sally, we stayed in the house and even the same bed together right up until the divorce was final. Well look, Jane got a new prescription and corrected her dosage straight away, but she was still on that sexual high and we both knew that it was going to take time for her to come down again. God knows who she might have dragged into bed with her.

Yeah, of course, we had all the STD tests done, but the cat was out of the bag by then we'd been shagging each other silly, so there was little point in curtailing our sex life until Jane was on a more even keel.

Jim Martin, the department head being involved in the debacle, really dropped the company in the shit. Jane and I cleaned up between us, so after the smoke cleared we parted on a very sound financial footing and under good terms. You know the company even asked me to take over that bloody department? But by then almost everybody in the firm knew the gory details, so I couldn't accept their offer. Besides that, there was hardly anyone left to run the bloody department, they all got thrown out within days; well, everyone who had taken part in the gangbangs or even held intimate knowledge of them. The axe fell swiftly and broadly.

A couple of times before the divorce was final Jane began to ask me if we could stay together. She never did complete the question though, so she must have been able to read my answer in my eyes.

With a good few bob in the bank, no job and with the story going around that I was the guy whose wife had been enjoying gangbangs with half guys in my office. I saw little point in staying in town; neither did Jane. Once we'd sold the house Jane took off up north somewhere and I headed for the airport. My intention was to see the world, kind-a backpack like, but on a bigger budget. I'm not really the cheap hotel or hostel type; too damned old.

So there I was, lying on a sun lounger on the patio of a hotel on an island in the South Seas and wondering what perverted twist of fate could possibly have lead to Mary Beth bleeding Thomas being there was well.

Although I tried to return to my usual pastime of watching the scenery wiggle by and imagining what I could teach them up in my room, I couldn't! Mary Beth kept popping up in my daydreams and putting a damper on things.

After another hour or so I gave up. Well, I worked at getting the daydreams going again for a while; but there was no possible way I could settle down and enjoy my imagination, if Mary Beth was in the vicinity somewhere. The memories of our relationship kept popping up and getting in the way.

I resolved that if Mary Beth was staying in the hotel, then I'd move on to pastures new. Hey, there are plenty of islands and every one of them had just as many hotels. Okay maybe not all as popular with the Ozzy birds, but there was plenty talent - and food for lecherous thoughts - staying at most of them.

I must have looked very funny - I know I looked conspicuously odd -- as I made my way back into the hotel. Without really realising it I must have been creeping along, looking this way and that, hopping to spot Mary Beth before she saw me. Had I spotted her, I would have taken off in the opposite direction as fast as my legs would carry me.

I do believe that I was surreptitiously hiding behind a pillar, trying to get a good look at everyone in the bar to make sure Mary Bath wasn't in there, when one of the hotel staff asked.

"Is something wrong; have you lost something Mr Smart?"

"No, no everything's fine, thank you Zak!" I replied, lying my head off.

"If you need anything sir, you know you only have to ask." He said, the emphasis being on the word "anything." Yeah Zak was that character; you usually find one pseudo pimp working somewhere in most luxury hotels 

"Well there is one thing Zak. Did you happen to notice a redhead arrive, maybe in the last day or so? Nice figure; long curly red hair."

I was surprised to note, that I was giving Zak descriptive signals with my hands, to emphasise what I was saying. Odd really, because Zak spoke English probably better than I did.

"No sir, I don't believe we've had any red headed ladies staying here for a week or so." Zak replied.

"You haven't? Well she was on the beach about an hour ago."

"Are you sure, sir? You know when the sun is at the right angle, it can apparently change the colours of almost anything."

"Not that red hair it can't. Are you sure she's not booked in?"

"If you know the lady's name? We can check with the register sir." Zak said heading off towards the reception desk.

I followed still furtively trying to look in every direction at the same time.

"The lady's name, sir?" Zak asked opening the ledger on the desk and then looking at me expectantly.

"Thomas, Mary Beth Thomas." I replied.

Zak started flipping through the pages, mumbling the name "Thomas" repeatedly.

"No sir, we haven't had a Thomas staying here for two months now."

"What about Mary Beth something else? She could well have got married. 

Zak returned to flipping through the register this time repeating "Mary Beth" over and over, under his breath.

No sir no Mary Beth's or Mary Elizabeth's this year at all. If she's here, then the lady must be travelling under an assumed name.

"Don't you have to have their real names in the register? You know, like your holding our passports."

"On the official paperwork sir but this is only a copy of the register. We have quite a few very famous people come to stay and very often they prefer t travel incognito."

"This other register?"

"I'm sorry sir, but if she is not in this register, then she is not staying here!" Zak raised his eyebrows and I understood that I'd get no more information from him, but I still tried.

"Is there anywhere that you might suggest I look?" I asked him.

"Sir, I was off yesterday. But I've been here since six o'clock this morning, mainly in the lobby here. During that time, I can assure you that I have seen no redheaded ladies."

I could think of no reason for Zak to lie to me -- he was more the type to offer to sell me the information if he had it to sell. So the thought began creeping into my head - that just maybe - I had been asleep and I had dreamt that I saw Mary Beth on the beach. 

Thinking back, there was a marked similarity between Mary Beth's exit from the sea, and Ursula Andress's sudden appearance in the Dr No film. And Mary Beth's comment about my drinking, surely that dated back to my Uni days.

Feeling a little more relaxed I made my way to my chalet, or should I describe it as a pretend little grass hut? Once there I showered and then - still completely nude but with a towel wrapped around my waist -- I switched on my computer and wrote short emails to my parents and my brothers'. Attaching nice pictures of panoramic views that I'd taken on my digital camera to each. The ones to my three brothers' though, always had nubile females in skimpy bikinis tucked away in a corner somewhere. Then I switched to the BBC's site and perused the news for a long time; depressing reading most of it.

I was still trawling through the news sites, when Louise called from the other side of my windows bug screen. "Hey Tony, you coming down for dinner?" 

Dan and Louise were an American couple who were staying in the next chalet along from mine. They were a few years older than me, but not many. Dan had been injured in the service of his country, but he usually got around with the aid of two walking sticks; I had noticed the wheelchair in the corner of their chalet though.

I'd made friends with them on the night of my arrival at the hotel. Well to be honest, Louise and Dan after giving me a good look over whilst I ate dinner alone. And yes, I had been aware that they were watching me whilst I ate. Had accosted me when I entered the bar and explained that Dan could no longer dance, but his lovely wife loved dancing. They asked that, as I was obviously unaccompanied, would I kindly share their table with them in the evenings and maybe dance some of the time with Louise?




The Dance



I can't be sure what expression I had on my face, but Dan quickly went on to say that they perfectly understood that I was probably looking for some female companionship, so they would not be offended if I hooked up with someone else during the evening and we moved away from their table. I think they were quite shocked when I informed them that a companion of any type -- especially a female - was the last thing in hell I was looking for and that I would be more than delighted, to dance the night away with Louise, anytime.

"From what you said I thought you might be... well not into females?" Louise said the first time we hit the dance floor for a slow number.

"Er... yeah, sorry about that; I'm afraid that beautiful women always have that effect on me when they get up all close and personal. Anyway I've got nothing against women in general providing they belong to somebody else and they plan to stay in that relationship." I replied.

"What is that supposed to imply?" She asked with a grin.

"Louise, I'm a normal healthy male with all the urges that most men get. I appreciate the sight of a pretty woman, but I've been burnt three times. Never again will I get involved with any one in particular. I suppose you could call me a confirmed bachelor now."

"Are you telling me that a handsome young guy like you is celibate?"

"No, I'm not actually, it's just that nowadays I prefer one night stands and that kind of thing; preferably no names and definitely not leading to any long-term complications. Actually I'm perfectly happy to spend every evening for the next two weeks, dancing with a beautiful lady, whose husband will be taking her back to their own room every evening."

"What part of heaven did you fall from, Dan and I, often have to find dance partners for me. But all too often some folks mistake our approach for something completely different."

"Surely a dance is a dance, isn't it?" I said trying to understand what Louise was saying.

"Let me try to put it this way. Some guys think Dan like's to watch!" Louse said immediately turning a medium shade of pink. I have no idea what expression I had on my face but it led Louise to continue, "No he doesn't! Dan would strangle any guy who tried to lay a finger on me with his bare hands."

"Yeah I tried that once, with the last bloke who rogered my ex-wife! Damned sight harder than you'd ever imagine."

"What you tried to kill him? Tell me more?" Louise asked pushing me away a little so she could look into my eyes.

"Tried, being the appropriate word. Whilst I was still trying to strangle the bugger, my ex-wife decided she was going to smash his brains out. So I had to release him, so that I could restrain her."

That statement confused Louise even more so I eventually had to tell her that story, much as I've explained it to you.

I got on extremely well with Dan and Louise and over the next few days they very skilfully extracted my whole life story from me between them.

I learnt about Dan getting blown up (literally) in action and how he'd suffered since as result. He had managed to father three children by Louise though, so his injuries hadn't stopped him doing some things. Their children were back in the States with their grandparents while Dan and Louise took a break in the South Pacific.

After that first evening, the four of us spent most of the time together. Dan and Louise laughingly giving me cover on the beach whilst I perv'd all the acres of flesh on view. On that particular day, I'd been alone on the beach because they had gone on an all day boat trip.

"Shit is that the time? I haven't even started to get dressed." I called back to them, "you'd better come in, I won't be a minute." I shouted dashing into the bedroom to get dressed.

"I hope you're going all out this evening." Louise called out after they entered and poured themselves drinks.

"What's so special about this evening?" I called back. Louise's comment had brought me to a standstill. "Have I forgotten something?" I was thinking. I was racking my brains "had my new friends mentioned an anniversary or birthday that I'd forgotten about?"

"Tony it's Valentines Day," Louise called back, "All those pretty young ladies who've been giving you the eye all week, are going to be asking you to dance with them this evening."

"What are you on about Louise?" I called back. But it was Dan who replied.

"The tables are turned on us tonight my friend." He informed me, "It's the ladies who get to ask us guys to dance this evening."

"Then in that case, I hope that Louise can get you up for a really slow one." I really think she'd enjoy that." I chided him.

"I'll think about it, but only if you promise to be ready to step in when I hit the wall." He said

"You can count on me Danny boy." I replied laughing.

I had to change my shirt three times and my slacks once before Louise considered that I was up to muster. Then the three of us set out for the dinning room, at Dan's pace. Dan in front, Louise holding my arm behind.

As we walked, I told them about the weird dream I'd had on the beach. Louise chided me for falling asleep in the sun; warning me that I could have gotten seriously burned.

"I wonder why you dreamt about Mary Beth, with all those sexy young things around." Louise commented.

"Oh leave the guy alone, Louise; you're just annoyed that he didn't dream about you!" Dan called back over his shoulder.

"Struck me as odd as well, I haven't seen Mary Beth in what... Five, maybe six years. I suppose it must have been telling you about her the other night." I replied.

"Do you ever dream about her at night?" She asked.

"Can't say that I do and I can't say that I don't. I rarely remember what I've dreamt about. I know that everyone dreams, but I'm not one for remembering them."

"That's a pity." Louise said.

"Take no notice boy, she's annoyed that you can't remember any sexy dreams that she features in." Dan giggled from in front of us.

Louise treated his remark with the distain it deserved and mumbled something about "burning the old sods walking sticks." Generally, our conversation was pretty light heart.

"Will you stop that Tony? it was a dream you said so yourself." Louise scolded me during our meal.

Apparently, I kept scanning the hotel dinning room, trying to convince myself that Mary Beth wasn't hiding in there somewhere.

"Sorry I can't help it, that damned dream was so real." I replied. "The more I think about it, the more real it becomes."

At that Dan got up on his sticks and slowly looked around the whole dinning room. Even moving off a few paces so that he could see the bar area.

"Nope, not one redhead in the whole place. You're safe lad, don't worry!" He said with a grin after settling back into his seat.

For the rest of the meal they talked about their sea cruise on -- as they put it -- a big sailboat. I sat and tried not to keep glancing over my shoulder.

The band was already at it, when we hit the open-air lounge where all the dancing happened. After taking a quick turn around the floor with Louise - to get her going - I asked the band to play a very slow number before the floor got crowded so that Louise could get Dan up on his feet. It must have looked quite funny to the uninitiated; what with myself and one of the waiters sticking quite close to them, just in case Dan took a tumble.

Louise was correct, several women who I couldn't even recall seeing before, asked me to dance. What with them and Louise, I hardly sat out a single number. But Dan always kept my glass full so I could grab a quick mouthful between sets.

It must have been about half ten and Louise and I were swaying around to a slow tune when she suddenly whispered in my ear.

"Mary Beth, is she about five six?"

"Yeah, in her bare feet." I replied.

Nice legs when she's wearing heels though?"

"Definitely!"

"Fair old pair of bazoomers she's got on her as well!"

"Hold on?" I thought to myself, "Just a bleeding minute? That was a statement Louise just made not a question!" 

"Yeah, but what are you going on about Mary Beth for, Louise?" I asked.

"Well I don't like to worry you handsome, but I think Mary Beth just walked in off the beach. No don't look now, she hasn't spotted you yet, but she's looking."

"Oh shit, so it wasn't a dream. I wonder what she doing here?"

"Well, it's only my female intuition but at the moment I'd say she's looking for you, young man. How do you want to play it?"

"I have no idea, perhaps I'd better run for it."

"Why! She's only a woman, and if you ask me, a very beautiful one. What could be the harm in you dancing with her, even if it's just once?" Louise suggested, and then she went on, "Whoops, too late to run now Tony, she's spotted you. I should imagine she'll be at the table the moment we get back there."

"Are we going back there now, the tune isn't over?"

"Yeah, I feel suddenly very fatigued. And besides, I'm as curious as you are about why she's here. Dance with her and then bring her back to the table. I'll get Dan to pump while you dance with me again."

Louise was correct; I hadn't even sat down when Mary Beth appeared at my side.

"May I have the honour of this dance, fine sir?" Mary Beth said with a slightly sarcastic tone to her voice.

"Okay Mary Beth, what are you doing here?" I asked, no sooner than we'd hit the floor.

"I'm on holiday. What else would I be doing?"

"But why here at this particular hotel on this island? It's not what you'd call on the beaten track." 

"Well I ran into an old friend of mine, Amanda Mitchell, you remember her from college don't you? Anyway, I told her that I was thinking of going on holiday somewhere really exotic, and she told me that a relative of hers was having a really great time of it here. So well... here I am!"

"Mary Beth, you know full well that Amanda Mitchell is now Amanda Smart, she married my brother. Damn-it... you were at the bleeding wedding."

"Yeah well Amanda told me that her brother was having a really great time swanning around this very lovely south sea island. Oh and, I saw the pictures you've been taking, so I brought a very small bikini so that I wouldn't look out of place."

"But I don't understand why?"

"I came?"

"Yes!"

"Because you are here stupid! I messed up once, and I've been trying to attract your damned attention ever since. When you weren't married to one of your... No, I'd better not say that, it wouldn't be fair of me. I let you get away and what you did... and who with afterwards shouldn't really be any of my concern. But unfortunately, whether you like it or not, it always has been. Anyway eventually I figured, that I'd have to take the bull by the horns like I did the first time." She said, then just as suddenly as she'd done it in that college refectory all those years ago, her arms were around my neck and her mouth clamped over mine.

"Mary Beth!" I said when she finally let me come up for air.

"What, I know you like kissing me. You like to feel my tits pressing into your chest like that as well, don't you? My little friend down there told me."

"Look, Mary; you walked away from us!" I ranted, but not too loudly, there were other people on the dance floor.

"Yeah I know, it was a mistake that I've regretted ever since."

"A mistake, is that what you call it? I got the idea, that you got to wondering what other guys were like in bed. After all, I was your only boyfriend and I'm not quite as thick as I look."

"Partly true I'll admit, but way off the mark. Up to a point, I panicked, and as you said, you were not only the only man I had been to bed with. You were the only man I'd ever let kiss me at the time!"

"That's a lie; you kissed all of my brothers under the mistletoe."

"Be serious Tony, they are all too shit scared of you, to actually snog me. But we did try to make it look good."

"Well, you could have fooled me!"

"You don't have to believe me, ask your brothers', or their wives! Anyway whatever you believe, I can tell you that up until you graduated, I'd never even so much as held another man's hand, let alone let one kiss me romantically.

"And after you walked out on me?"

"Actually you told me to get out. You might not remember correctly, but I believe you said something like, if you want to try some other guy, then get out of my life and find one!"

"I said that?"

"Near enough, exams or not you were hitting the bottle a bit back then, possibly it was only the bloody scotch that kept you going."

"Shit, no wonder my scores were so poor, I only just scrapped through you know."

"I tried to warn you, but you wouldn't listen."

"But you went, even though you say I was intoxicated when I told you to go?"

"Well up to a point you were right, you were the only man, except for my father, that I ever let get close to me, so I'll admit I was just a little curious."

"So you did want to compare me with others in bed!" I said, rather loudly and that resulted in several other dancers turning to look our way.

"Tony, can we take this conversation somewhere a little more private, please?" Mary Beth asked.

"Yeah all right, come and meet my friends and then we'll find somewhere to talk."

Dan and Louise greeted Mary Beth like old friends and they fell into conversation almost immediately. Louise fending off my protestations that Mary Beth and I were going to find somewhere private to talk and insisted on relaying to Mary Beth almost everything I had told her about our relationship.

When I looked at Dan; he just shrugged his shoulders, grinned and then ordered another round of drinks.

"Where are you staying?" I suddenly heard Louise ask Mary Beth.

"Some little dump along the beach, I couldn't afford these prices." Mary Beth replied.

"Oh Tony's got another room in his lodge, you should move in there." I was amazed to hear Louise say.

"Now hold on!" I said. 

Louise threw me a withering look. "Oh well, if he's going to be silly about it. You can move into the spare room in our lodge. You can't stay in that place! Dan and I saw it this morning; it might even be dangerous there."

"I'm sure they have the same security as they have here." I said, more to make it appear that I was part of the conversation than anything else.

"No, some of these places aren't that security conscious, my friend. It would probably be safer if Mary Beth moves into one of our lodges. They'll only be her meals to pay for." Dan threw in for good measure.

"Louise shall we dance now?" I said with touch of anger in my voice.

"Yes thank you, Tony, that would be lovely."

"What are you playing at, Louise?" I asked when we got out on the floor.

"Nothing Tony, I'm thinking of the girl's safety."

"But Mary Beth and I were going outside to talk; you purposely prevented that from happening."

"Yes because you were getting angry. I thought that you might say something that you'll later regret."

"Don't I have a right to be angry, she all but told me that she left me so that she could find out what other men were like in bed?"

"She did nothing of the kind, Tony; I know, I was standing right behind you dancing with that Australian guy. Poor man didn't know what he was letting himself in for when I asked him to dance. 

"Now I'm of the opinion that you two should talk in the morning, when you are both calmer and completely sober. It's imperative that your discussion goes... smoothly." Louise explained calmly.

"Imperative... why?" I asked.

"Because my handsome friend, you are in love with that woman and she's in love with you!"

"You think?"

"Oh I know. I saw it in your eyes when you first told me about her. And I can see it in her eyes when she looks at you."

"Oh you can, can you?"

"So can Dan. It's not just my opinion it's Dan's as well. Remember we watched when you started dancing together and when she kissed you. Didn't you say she took the lead the first time the pair of you kissed?"

"Yeah she did, but that was then, and this is now. A lot of things have happened since Mary Beth and I were at college."

"I know that, but tell me honestly, what was the happiest time of your life?"

"When Mary Beth and I were together, I suppose. Those first few years were great, until I asked her to marry me that is; and then... well, everything went pear shaped."

"Tony when you get back to the table, I want you to tell Mary Beth that all discussions are off until tomorrow, this evening I want you two to behave as if you've just met. Oh and if you feel like taking her back to your lodge, and she feels inclined to come with you, please take her."

"Why should I do that?"

"Tony, see that man over there, the one who can only stand with the aid of two pieces of wood. I love him. I've always loved him! I nearly lost him but the good Lord decided to let me keep him. Mary Beth wants to get you back and I know how she feels inside. Look, she's prepared to do almost anything to get you back and I know that you certainly need her. Don't ask why and don't try to come up with excuses to justify the unhappy way you've been existing. Take the love Mary's offering you and cherish it. Don't stop to ask irrelevant questions, does what happened ten years ago really mean anything now? Now it's about time you danced with her again and please no talk about the past this time. You can talk about that tomorrow, if you feel that's it's still relevant."

I noted that Dan - who was in apparently deep conversation with Mary Beth as we approached the table - give a little nod of his head. At first I thought it was a greeting to his wife, but then Mary Beth was on her feet, she took my hand and pulled me back out onto the dance floor.

"Have you ever met Dan and Louise before?" I asked.

"No never, but they seem to have us pretty well tapped." Mary Beth replied.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Dan says that we are made for each other. Something I agree with him on by the way. Dan told me that you're head over heels in love with me, even if you don't realise it; and that I should screw your eyes out tonight!" She said with a grin on her face.

"Oh yeah, just like that!"

Yeah and Dan said that as this is Valentine's night and we ladies are supposed to, or rather are allowed to take the lead. Me said that I should drag you to bed right away, because tradition says that you have to bow to my wishes!"

"He does, does he?"

"Well I think he might be stretching things a little, but it sure sounds like a good idea to me. What did Louise say to you?"

"That we shouldn't talk about the past until we've slept on it..." I was saying when Mary Beth cut in.

"Together?"

"Well, she kind-a hinted that way!" I replied.

"I like Louise, she's my kind of woman!"

"Mary Beth, I feel like I'm being rail-roaded here."

"You are, but I'll make you a deal. Tonight, well what's left of it, we behave to each other just like we did when we first moved into that disgusting flat! Then tomorrow we'll talk about all the bad decisions we made... Oh sorry we'll leave Sally and Jane out of it, they really had nothing to do with us except get in the way. Then, after we've talked everything out calmly tomorrow, if you want me to get on a plane and go home, I will. And what's more I'll never darken your door again. I know you can treat me like one of your famous one night stands." She added with a grin.

"How do you know about them?"

"There's not much that I don't know about your life, Tony!"

Something unexpected happened as we were returning to the table, an Ozzy woman - good looker too - asked me to dance, and then her friend collared me for the next. I gathered the two of them were working their way through every guy in the place. I was feeling quite fatigued when I finally sat down, those Australian girls were pretty energetic on the dance floor. 




The Dance



There had been a little rearrangement of the seating while I'd been gone, so Mary Beth was then sat beside me. As the four of us talked -- the conversation being carefully steered away from the subject of Beth and I -- I realised that Beth had both of her arms entwined around my left arm. I have no idea how long she'd been doing it, but it was something she'd done many times in the past.

Throwing caution - and possibly all rational thought to the wind -- I extracted my arm from her grasp and placed it around her shoulder. Mary Beth's chair screeched on the floor as she scooted it closer to mine.

I know it sounds stupid considering that there was so much we really should have talked - and even possibly argued about -- first, but at that moment I knew that Mary Beth and I were going to be back together.

Sometime during the night, I'd had to get up and relieve myself. When I returned to the bedroom, lit as it was only by moonlight, I found myself standing there gazing down at Mary Beth's beautiful -- and very naked -- body. "What the hell went wrong, why did we waste all those years?" I asked myself quietly.

"We didn't waste them, we found out what a horrible place this world is if we haven't got each other." Mary Beth replied. And, I'll add, taking me completely by surprise.

"So what now?" I asked her, sitting on the bed and looking into her eyes.

"Children would be nice, but we need to get a move on, the old biological clock is ticking you know." She replied. 

"Not a bad idea, three we said didn't we?" I said remembering our discussions when we were young.

"That was the plan, but if more happen to come along I won't complain. Shall we make a start now?" She giggled. I could just make the smile on her face in the moonlight.

"I thought we already did!"

"No, that was just the warm-up, now's the big event." She said as she dragged me down onto her.

Several things jumped into my disorientated mind at the same instant as I awoke. Firstly - and I think of most importance to me at the time - was that something was tickling my nose. Secondly, I was aware there was a weight on my chest that also appeared to be pinning my right side and shoulder down on the bed. Thirdly, the light was so bright that I dared not open my eyes to see what the weight was, and fourthly, I could hear several people talking in the other room.

Lifting my left arm to wipe away whatever was tickling my nose, I discovered that the offending item was Mary Beth's ginger locks, at that instant just about everything made sense again. Mary was obviously draped over me, where she'd collapsed from exhaustion after our very energetic dawn session. No, I won't go into that because I would never finish telling you this story.

Having figured out what was tickling my nose and pinning me to the bed, I turned my attention to the muffled voices I could hear. There appeared to be four people in the other room, I figured one female and three men. The female voice I deduced had to belong to Louise, I couldn't hear exactly what she was saying, but I would know the... nuances of her accent anywhere. That lead me to conclude that one of the male voices belonged to Dan, but I could not fathom who the other two men could possibly be.

Then my thoughts were disturbed, by someone tapping on the bedroom door. Almost without waiting for a reply the door opened slightly and Louise's voice asked. "Are you two still alive?"

"Just a minute, Louise." I was about to reply, when I became aware that either my movement or Louise's call had aroused Mary Beth, who called out. "Come in Louise, we're fine!"

I frantically tried to slide out from under Mary Beth so that I could find something to cover my embarrassment with, but Mary Beth had me well and truly pinned down. Actually, she prevented me from speaking by locking her mouth over mine for a few seconds.

When she finally allowed me to breathe -- and move -- again, I made a grab for the bed sheet to cover myself with.

"Jesus Mary Beth, I'm naked!" I blurted when I saw Louise standing at the foot of the bed grinning down at me.

"Oh don't worry about me, Tony; you ain't got anything I haven't seen before." Louise replied apparently glorying in my embarrassment. "I don't know though?" she went on "with tackle like that you could get a job as a male exotic dancer. I've been wondering what it looked like ever since I felt it against my stomach the first time we danced together."

"I apologised for that, Louise!" I spluttered in my embarrassment.

"Oh don't worry about it, Tony. I told you at the time, I took it as a compliment! Anyway if you two have finished trying to destroy that bed your breakfast is out here; Dan and I had it sent over. You do realise that it's nearly lunch time."

"Is it? Oh my we sort-of got carried away." Mary Beth replied. "Um... I'd better have a shower and I'll have to look through Tony's stuff to find something to wear."

"No you won't, your bags are out here; Dan and I had them brought over from the other place this morning. Dan settled your bill there."

"Um..." I think I said, to prove that I was still there I believe.

"Don't fret, Tony. We realise that you two have a lot to talk about today. But if push does come to shove, Mary Beth can use the spare room in our Lodge."

"That just ain't going to happen, Louise!" I replied decisively.

"Thank you darling." Mary Beth said and then she tried to smother me again.

"Shower, Children!" Louise said, in a commanding tone "And you better take them one at a time or this breakfast will be stone cold before you get near it. Besides Dan and I can't sit out here all day." She added as she closed the door.

Mary Beth released me, then jumped up and headed for the shower room. I tried to follow, but she pushed me again asking me, "Please bring my suitcases in?" Which I did after wrapping myself in the bed sheet again. Louise giggled and Dan who had made himself at home and was sitting there drinking coffee just made the statement. "Heavy night lad?"

"You could say that." I replied whilst attempting to pick up two suitcases and hold the sheet around me at the same time. I'm not sure that I was completely successful in the latter, because as I went back into the bedroom I heard Louise comment to Dan. "Told you, impressive!" Dan chuckled and then said something to her that I couldn't quite make out. 

"You're more than enough for me, lover!" Louise replied and giggled again.

For some reason that I couldn't understand at first, Mary Beth chose to wear that little black bikini again. I noted Dan cast a couple of admiring glances her way as we ate and I noticed Louise dig him in the ribs with her elbow. 

To which he replied. "What? We're here to appreciate the scenery aren't we?"

Which led to both Louise and Beth giggling again.

As Mary Beth and I finished eating, Louise produced a notepad from somewhere and appeared to switch into what I can only describe as "efficient secretary mode!" She reminded me so much of how my secretary used to look when I arrived in the office in the mornings and she was about to reel off what I had on for the day.

"Right while you two were... er, appreciating the sunrise this morning. I was making a few notes." Louise informed us.

"God, could you hear us?" Mary Beth asked.

"I should imagine the whole damned Island heard you." Dan grinned back.

"Don't exaggerate, Dan; they weren't making that much noise." Louise chastised him, and then went on. "Anyway, Mary Beth, Tony and I have talked a lot over the last few days. And, I've learnt that there are certain things that have been playing on his mind over the years. I'm not sure that Tony really understood what was going on, but I believe I do; especially since I met you. So, I thought that maybe it would be a good idea if we went through them one at a time and got them out into the open. You know, clear the air a bit so there aren't any skeletons in the cupboard."

"Hang on girl. This is Mary Beth and Tony's..."

"Quiet please, Dan; mother knows best!" Louise interrupted him.

"I bloody hope so!" Dan mumbled.

"Right first, Mary Beth. When you turned down Tony's proposal of marriage, he got the impression that you wanted to... try other men in bed!"

"Louise!" Dan interrupted.

"Dan, please be quiet or go take a walk or something." She chastised him again. 

"True and not true at the same time!" Mary Beth replied without flinching. However, she did slip her arm around me and squeeze my waist. "Several things were happening at the same time. Tony was struggling with his course; he'd started drinking a little too much. Well I thought anyway! And, without telling me he'd rented a flat in our hometown. I had trouble understanding why he hadn't told me about it. My friend had labelled it a bachelor flat, and maybe I read more than I should have into that?"

"You knew about the flat?" I asked in surprise.

"Stephanie Carter worked in the one of the estate agents you wrote to Tony. You didn't rent the flat through them, but Steph heard that you'd signed a lease with another firm."

"Oh!" I replied.

"Then after being together for god knows how long Tony suddenly asked me if I wanted to marry him. You know I'd never thought about when we'd get married, I'd just been blissfully going along enjoying each day as it came. Suddenly, and without any warning, Tony asked me to marry him. I'm afraid I panicked a little and really didn't know what to say. I should have said yes right away but instead I sort-of waffled around and said nothing coherent really. To be honest I can't recall exactly what I said, but it must have been something about Tony being the only man I'd really got to know.

"Anyway, Tony must have misunderstood and he got it into his head that... Well you know don't you? To put it bluntly, Tony got it into his head that I wanted to sleep with other men before I said yes, so that I could see how he measured up! Which was completely untrue, because the idea had never crossed my mind. He made me feel good and as far as I was concerned that's all that counted.

"I'm afraid to say that when he accused me of wanting to try other men in bed, I was hurt and I got angry, very angry! Remember that at this time, I knew about the bachelor flat and he'd said nothing to me about it. Anyway, in my anger I got to thinking, that actually I'd never even kissed another man, romantically that is. We had plenty of male friends and I got on pretty well with most of them, but before Tony any boy who tried to chat me up got short shrift. So, up to a point, I did wonder what it would be like to go out on a date with someone other than Tony.

"We argued about it for weeks. Although I should have realised that Tony was on edge because his final exams were coming up. But the more we argued, the more I wondered what I had missed. Consequently, when at three in the morning he came into our bedroom, he'd been drinking nearly all night, and demanded that I either put up i.e. set a date for the wedding or get out of his life. Well... I blew my top. Tony slept in the lounge I think, and had gone to back to the college before I woke the next day. I called my father intending to cry on his shoulder over the phone and the next thing I know, my parents had driven down and we are packing my stuff in the car.

"You know I didn't even wait to find out how Tony had got on with his exam. My parents took me home and I cried for the next couple of weeks. Daddy said that if Tony really wanted me, then he'd show up and claim me; but he didn't! 

"Eventually I called his mother and she told me Tony was living in a flat in town somewhere, she couldn't even tell me his address. I asked her to please get Tony to call me, but he didn't do that either.

"The next thing I know, some of my friends are reporting back to me that Tony is out dating local girl; girls who I had thought were my friends! So, I said well two can play at that game and... well, there were a whole string of guys who'd asked me out in the past. So, I had the word put out that I was ready to date.

"My plan was simple, it was a small town with not many good places to go. I'd show up with some guy in tow and remind Tony what he was missing. The trouble was he wasn't missing me, he was too wrapped up in the silly tarts he was dating."

"What about you trying other guys?" Louise asked.

"Hell no, I never found one who I even liked, let alone could kiss as good as Tony. Well you know, they never gave me that tingly feeling when they kissed me. I promise you, none got to what the boys refer to as First Base even. Although some took the odd liberty when we were on the dance floor, that I let them get away with up to a point. Tony was supposed to get all-jealous and come racing over and sort them out. Well, that was my plan; but of course the silly bugger never did!"

"Charming!" I dropped in.

"Well you didn't, those guys had their hands all over what was rightfully yours and all you did was turn away and kiss some little tart!"

"Calm down children, I believe that you were both playing silly games, when you should have been talking to each other." Louise chastised us.

"You're so right, Louise, but for an early developer physically, I believe I was a rather late developer in other respects, if you understand me?" Mary Beth explained.

"Sounds to me like you were as well, Tony!" Dan commented. "Now don't go getting all uppity on me and taking offence but... Well shit man, didn't anyone tell you that you have to hang in there and fight for your woman!"

"I'll consider myself suitably chastised, Dan. But at the time I misread the signals." I replied.

"Ah now, there we're getting into a different ball game completely. Understanding what's going on inside the female mind is damn near impossible for any guy most of the time. You just have to be there when they need you and take all the crap at other times."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Louise shot back at him.

"That I love you, sweetheart. Sometimes I don't understand you, or why you bother to put up with and stay with a worn out old wreck like me, but I love you no matter how cranky you get." Dan said throwing a sly wink my way.

"I saw that, Dan! Are you aren't making fun of me again, are you?"

A wicked grin came over Dan's face and he winked at me, then he showed me a little trick that I've made use of many times since. He pulled Louise into his arms and kissed her on the mouth. A minute or so later - after she stopped struggling - he broke the kiss; but because Louise started to continue scolding him, he silenced her again with a kiss. This, they repeated for about ten minutes, until finally Louise lay quietly in his arms when he broke their kiss.

Dan looked across at Mary Beth and me, "The best part about arguing with the wife, is the making up bit. Now I'm sorry but Louise and I need to take this somewhere a little more private. Mind she's going to have to help me up first." He added with that grin again.

"The beds made up in the other room. Saves you walking so far." I grinned at him.

"Thanks, Tony, I think we'll take you up on that offer." Dan replied.

"But my list?" Louise said.

"Bugger the list Louise, we've got more important things to do. Besides look at them, they can't keep their hands off each other; whatever problems they did have, are ancient history now!" 

Suddenly I realised that Mary Beth was tugging me to my feet.

"What's-up?" I asked.

"You've fed your belly and you've had plenty of time to recover, now it's baby making time again." She grinned down at me.

Epilogue

Damn near wore me out, Mary Beth did during the rest of that holiday. Although she didn't get pregnant, that was to take another few months. Although I don't think Dan and Louise were planning on anymore children, from the email we received a couple of weeks after we got back to the UK we learnt that three of them must have flown back to the States. Louise was actually showing when she played the part of Mary Beth's maid of honour.

Mary Beth had a job to go back to in the UK but I didn't. I had a good few bob in the bank of course, that had effectively been hush money from Jane and my employers. It had looked like enough for a single man to bum around the world in style for the rest of his life. But, buying a nice house and settling down to raise children with Mary Beth called for me to earn a living again.

For a while, there I thought I would never find a job. There's a distinct drawback to having taken an employer to the cleaners, even if it didn't get into court. Rumours get around and as other employers (in theory) have no idea, why your last employers suddenly almost emptied their bank account into yours. They are a little reluctant to put you on their books.

The job problem was unexpectedly resolved for me when -- scrapping the bottom of the barrel -- I approached one of my former employer's clients. He told me that he farmed out work in my field and pointed out that the company he had been using had gone right down the pan for some inexplicable reason. He suggested that the door was open for any new concern that anyone might decide to set up. I took the hint and became self-employed. Now I've got quite a nice little operation going with our own offices in town.

Mary Beth didn't fall pregnant until a couple of months after we were married; I believe I might have told you that already. Anyway, she then proceeded to drop another one every eighteen months or so, until we decided that four was enough. Mary Beth was forty by then anyway.

We are still in close contact with Louise and Dan; they come over every so often to visit. We plan on taking the children over to the States to visit them next year. We think our youngest is just about old enough to appreciate the trip.

Sally and Jane? Well Jane had to leave town in the end; I had never said anything in public, but you know how the rumour mill works. At least one of those guys must have talked and she had every randy little shit within fifty miles chasing her around. I've have no idea whether Sally is still hooked up with her swinging crowd; but if she is, I assume her new husband is a swinger as well.

That's about it, I think?

Life goes on

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Note: This story has been submitted for posting on Literotica, with the author's permission. However, Denham Forrest requests that this entry should be considered "hors concours" in the Valentines Day story competition. Scoring and comments have been left switched on for feedback purposes only. 



The Dance



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This is a little story I wrote for a strip-search group a while back. Thanks to the moderator there (Lakewood) for his editing which made it a better read. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. It's actually a "guilty pleasure/fantasy" of mine to do a public striptease and that's the genesis of the tale, with thanks to author Joe Doe for inspiring the strip-search elements. I did some minor refinishing for Literotica.

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I still couldn't believe I'd originally let myself agree to this. Before it all began, it had seemed like such a rush-- such a huge turn-on to go out and "perform" at some strip club as an anonymous new face. I'd imagined myself stepping out on stage and slowly dropping my clothes in front of a faceless crowd. Deliciously exciting! That was then.....

The scent of stale cigar smoke, cheap beer and sweaty men overpowered the room. I nearly choked on it, taking a deep breath to try and calm my nerves. When I stepped onto the stage the lights were blindingly bright but I felt so nervous I barely heard the music blaring in the background. I had wanted to see how it felt to perform in public... to know first-hand what it was like. My fantasy wasn't anything like this reality and I froze. I couldn't help it.

I closed my eyes-- maybe if I couldn't see them, they wouldn't look at me. The noise of their applause, the cat-calls and whistling hoots, got louder as the audience sensed my utter embarrassment and reacted to the idea of seeing a woman stripped bare for the first time in public. Just the thought of enduring such a demeaning experience, merely the notion of permitting this to happen, made me shiver with a nervous excitement that pinned my feet in place even as my mind screamed for me to run. It was a humiliation beyond description.

Hands reached from behind me. I would be allowed no shield from the eyes of the crowd, not even the body of my tormentor. Eager wrists pressed against the bottom of my breasts as long, thin fingers fumbled to release the buttons on my blouse. I loved the look of this bright red blouse with its pearl white buttons. I adored the way it contrasted with my creamy skin and set off my hair. It reinforced my sense of wealth and importance while at the same time let me feel sexy but reserved-- modest. It was opaque enough that there was no chance of unwanted exposure yet the cut and fit gave a broad hint at the shape of my breasts and the vee neck allowed just the top of my cleavage to show. Now, my favorite blouse would play its part in the sacrifice I would make to amuse the crowd in this smelly bar. I've been told I resemble Meg Ryan, and just knew that the day laborers and truckers who frequented the place were getting hard picturing a famous actress being stripped for their amusement.

I felt the first two buttons come undone and the blouse slipped down my shoulders. The crowd went wild as the straps of my underwear came into view. I wondered what their reaction would be when the entire bra was exposed, but the helpless feeling of surrendering my modesty and allowing someone to strip me naked-- for the amusement of a rowdy crowd-- overpowered my wish to flee.

My eyes blinked open, the harsh glare of the spotlights still hiding most of the crowd from view and caught a glimpse of my matching red heels, already casually discarded to the side of the small stage. One had turned over on its side and cast a thin shadow at me-- like an accusatory finger that demanded to know why I'd abandoned my pride and dignity. I bit my lower lip as the next buttons came loose and my blouse billowed open. The raucous cheers told me my breasts (in the lacy bra I wore) were visible even as the tail of my blouse pulled free of my skirt. A small voice behind me ordered me to hold my shoulders back, and I obeyed without thinking, letting the hands slide the sleeves of the blouse down my arms and completely off. I felt my nipples stiffen into hard points. The bright lights made the bra look pale, accenting the color of my nipples underneath and giving the crowd a sneak preview through the lace. The bra had seemed so modest when I put it on, not the hormone inducing tease it felt like now.

The crowd went wild at the sight of my blouse being held ceremoniously aloft while it was paraded to the far side of the stage, there to be neatly re-folded into a small black box.

A box with my prisoner number stenciled on the side and my name and crime printed in humiliating block letters along the front...

KIDDING, VERITY

The same box I remembered from the Sheriff's office....

"This is still America, right?" Even Ashley, who had been so stoic when the officer slapped the cuffs on us for crossing the street, chuckled at that one. I mean, why would you arrest someone for JAYWALKING for God's sake! Ashley hadn't warned me that the cops in this hick town were such sticklers for the fine print of the law. Who would have guessed? After all, there was a sleazy bar at the edge of town that boldly advertised "Naked Strippers" and "Fresh Young Babes Daily" right beside the interstate. It was the perfect choice for enabling my fantasy of dancing on stage. I figured that we'd park away from direct view, sneak inside, persuade the manager to let me onstage. While Ashley kept an eye out for trouble, I'd have the thrill of a lifetime and an experience to satisfy the craving I'd developed. After a few songs, we'd be off for the rest of our weekend holiday with the experience of stripping an erotic memory. I hadn't counted on having some "deputy dog" decide to enforce a stupid, out-of-date city ordinance as we crossed the street toward the bar. Ashley was strangely calm-- as if she'd half expected this-- but at that moment I was surprisingly disappointed at having my chance to live out an old erotic fantasy nipped in the bud, especially after all the persuading Ashley had done to convince me to give it a go. And why was she so calm about getting arrested?

After my arrest, the Sheriff had taken the usual mug shots, fingerprints, etc before beginning what he called "pro-cessin'." Such a vapid and colorless term for what happens-- processing. You surrender your modesty one button, one zipper, one garment at a time. At length, you have nothing left.... no protection under the law... no shining knight to ride to the rescue... no pride... no dignity... no shield to hide you from leering eyes... nothing. Your last vestiges of protection-- your clothes-- have been deposited in a small black box and you're standing there on the freezing cold tiles-- red-faced with shame and completely naked-- trying desperately to clutch your hands around your privates in the hope of maintaining some shred of modesty, some shred of decency. The humiliation is total and the shame complete when you realize that your womanly juices are flowing freely down your thighs even as your mind screams at the obscene way you're being treated. The Sheriff and his staff ogle you and make crude remarks about the hair between your legs, or the size and shape of your breasts. Then the sound of a latex glove snapping into place tells you another chapter is beginning....

The stage lights were bright and I swallowed both my pride and my nerves as the hands returned, this time to the fastening around my waist. The skirt would be next. The crowd began leering and chanting... wondering if I were a natural blonde... asking if my pubic hair would match the hair around my shoulders. They made jokes that maybe I had gone "bald" down there, as if only whores shaved their privates. I tried to block out their jeering insults. After all, it wouldn't be long before the answer was plain to see and there was nothing I could do about it anyway.

When the skirt went the way of my blouse, the noise doubled at the sight of my bikini panties, the high-cut lace showing more than a hint of my full bush. The skimpy panties matched my bra in being both more lace than fabric and in being a pale pink that faded nearly to invisibility under the bright lights. I panted nervously, regretting the choice and wanting nothing more than for this to end. Yet, even as I wanted it to end, I felt fresh rivulets run from my crotch that told a truer story about my excitement. I was appalled that the crowd might guess that I was nearly as aroused as I was embarrassed-- almost as horny as I was humiliated. The dual sensations added to both the depth of my shame and the height of my arousal.

The skirt, having been paraded across the stage and folded like my blouse, now joined it in the black box. Fresh cat-calls and lewd cheers erupted when the hands returned to me. They felt my boobs up aggressively and I closed my eyes again, hoping I could control myself as my fears fought my growing heat. The fingers pinched my rock-hard nipples through the thin fabric of the bra and I gasped, the heady mix of pain and pleasure causing a flood of wet to run into my already soaking panties, the excess beginning to ooze down the insides of my thighs. What a lewd, disgusting and indecent display it must be, I thought to myself, even as hot sparks shot through my body and I shook with the effort of holding back my climax. I would NOT reach orgasm on stage-- not like this-- not in front of all these leering rednecks! NO!!

Just then, the clasp of the bra came loose and my breasts spilled out. The hands massaged me, teasing my erect nipples and rubbing my small, sensitive boobs until I moaned with pleasure. Suddenly, the hands pulled away and the crowd cheered the first clear view of my breasts, bare naked for their entertainment. I choked back tears that they surely thought were from utter shame-- and they were-- but, they were also mixed with tears of frustration as my body desperately craved more stimulation to my breasts.

I felt fingertips at my hips and knew the time for my final unveiling was at hand. Slowly, oh so slowly, the hands moved down, dragging my panties along. The crotch was so wet that it literally stuck to my pussy, hiding my most intimate secrets a little longer, while the elastic stretched over my cute bottom. Finally, the crotch snapped away... and the hands let go, letting my soaked panties fall to the floor. I was naked. I blushed like a virgin schoolgirl and shivered with pent-up desires made sharper by an overwhelming sense of embarrassed shame at my wanton display in front of this crowd.

Just like at the Sheriff's office, once they came off, my wet panties were ceremoniously held out for the crowd to see, dangling from a fingertip and quite obviously soaked with female juices. Also just like at the Sheriff's office, they went into a small bag, a slight twist of the plastic making certain everyone could see how randy and wet I'd become despite being stripped against my will. I bowed my head in abject shame, too embarrassed by my own need for release to look up. The soft voice completed my humiliation, telling me it was time to spread my legs. I gasped, choking back my fears and my prayers, understanding how awful this pose would be for any woman-- but especially for me, here and now.

Hands pulled my wrists back and gently moved them into position. My wrists were cuffed, the ratcheting sound reminding me once again of the arrest and the humilations which followed at the station. The memory added to my sense of debasement while my hands were left holding the back of my neck, leaving my body fully exposed to every leering eye. I felt further shame when my feet were rudely kicked apart, opening my thighs and letting my lower lips feel the cold air. When they were satisfied, I finally stood, totally open and exposed like a cheap whore for inspection.

You'd think that after being cuffed and roughly patted down by a pair of pimple-faced cops, a girl would begin to get used to the notion that she would be left with no private parts left private. You'd be right, too, if you thought that being "processed" in front of a bunch of dirty old men would add immeasurably to the shame of your arrest and further compromise your dignity but would at least help prepare you for this act on stage. You'd think that the reality of being strip-searched, including the most invasive cavity search you could imagine, would further prepare a girl for the kind of horrible exposure I felt at that moment on stage. Naked... legs spread obscenely wide apart... a room full of rednecks and immigrant laborers staring at the hair between my legs; the red folds of my labia and clit peeking out... while the bright lights make certain there is absolutely nothing left to anyone's imagination... and even less left of my dignity.

Maybe you'd have been right about the prior ordeal making me prepared... if the fingers hadn't chosen that moment to drive through my wet lips and plunge deep into my sex. I dissolved into an immediate, degrading and utterly delicious orgasm, screaming as I came and shaking from the sudden spasms that racked my body from neck to knees. It was all I could do to remain standing while the fingers probed deep inside, touching... rubbing... stimulating... OHHH!! All my tortured body could feel was the orgasm and all I could see were stars.

When I finally came back to earth, I saw a head of hair move between my legs-- hair I knew so well hiding the face of my law partner and best friend, Ashley. Her sweet lips found my already wet, enflamed sex and she licked me, letting her tongue run deep into the crevice and tasting my juices as they ran freely down her chin. Her teeth bit my clit while her lips and tongue sought every nerve of my sex even as her fingers continued to torment me from the inside.

As the second and third orgasms built, I remembered the awful feeling of being totally powerless when the Sheriff assigned me and Ash to work this club "to pay for our upkeep," he'd said. I remembered the dread I'd felt at being compelled to appear on stage at this cheap, tawdry club.

I recalled the excited gleam in Ashley's eyes when they drove us up to the stage entrance and unlocked our handcuffs... how she seemed to know exactly what was coming when the bouncer handed us the black boxes containing our clothes and ordered us to dress for "Showtime."

Somehow, I knew my first show would be more than I'd ever bargained for when I let her talk me into this trip.

"YES!" she'd giggled. "I win the toss!" She put the quarter away in a pants pocket of her blue power suit, the crisp lines of her jacket making you guess whether or not she wore a blouse underneath. Her slacks, like the jacket, fit closely around her hips, letting you see the outline of her slim waist and athletic build before flaring out to run loosely to her ankles. She wore her typical flat loafers. She'd taken me in her arms as our music started and breathed into my ear, "I get to go first! Tonight, I'm going to strip you, my Darling. I'm going to strip you naked for all those horny men to see... and then I'm going to make you cum... cum on my tongue while everyone watches." All I could do was stare in horror at her promise to utterly debase and thoroughly abuse me-- in public.

I'd shivered as she looked over her shoulder and said, just before dragging me on stage, "Tomorrow, it'll be your turn..." Holding the edge of the curtain, Ashley gave me a last, mischievous grin and added, "You can just throw me out on stage and tear off my clothes. Tomorrow, I want you to be rough with me...."

As I came on her tongue again, forced to stand while she knelt and licked me to one delightful, degrading and horribly public orgasm after another, I knew I'd grant Ashley her own secret fantasy. Tomorrow, I'd be rough with her alright.



The Dance



WARNING! This is ADULT oriented material of a strong sexual nature. It is also a work of FICTION. If you find yourself confusing fantasy with reality, then click your browser's back button now. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This posting does not give you the rights to post this on any website without obtaining the author's permission first.

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(Story Content: M/f, Abduction, Bondage, Intense Tickling)



There's a dark place inside me, one that makes me smile. A place where spiders tickle my soul as I watch them scurry across the dusty floor. Where stone walls are so thick, a cry for help might not be heard from the outside. When the time is right, when the person is right, when I am right, I will take someone with me. 

And down there, she will stay.

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June 12, 2009

I spent days, weeks searching for my partner in the dance. She had to be just right. Soft and innocent. Yes. And young. A college student, for instance -- tight bodied, firm breasts, long legs, and long silky hair. When I started my search, I felt like a different person somehow. I saw the world in a new light. A world full of young, beautiful women, ripe for the picking. Nothing else seemed to matter.

Then at last, I found my partner.

Her name was Karen. I knew that much from the nametag pinned on her blouse. She worked at King Soopers, a large grocery chain that seemed to have a store on every major street corner in Denver. There were quite a few young women employed there, all quite attractive, but this one was perfect for what I had in mind.

I followed her in from the parking lot and waited as she stood behind the service counter. At about 5' 7", she had a trim, supple-looking body. Her fair skin looked as smooth as porcelain. She wore a pair of jeans that hugged her petite frame nicely, and a sheer, white sleeveless blouse; so thin, in fact, that I could see the faint outline of her bra underneath. I watched her intently as she raised her arms to tie back her long chestnut hair. I've always had this delightful fetish for a woman's shaved underarms, and hers were exquisite. Just the sight of those deep, silky curves alone, made my cock rise and swell under my jeans. She ducked briefly into a room behind the counter, then emerged in her work smock and proceeded to one of the registers. I quickly slipped into the back room when no one was looking, and searched the time card rack until I found her name: 

DONAHUE, KAREN

EMPLOYEE #226

The work schedule was posted nearby, so I was able to flip through it and jot down her entire week -- days, times, work assignments, everything. Then I gazed at my young beauty one last time before heading home.

Later that evening, I was there waiting for her in the parking lot as she left work. I watched her get into her car, then followed her home. In just eight hours, I knew this woman's name, where she lived, and how to check her work schedule for each week. Not bad for a day's work! Now that I had found the perfect target, I was ready to make plans for our special encounter. 

Which brings us to the subject of my story.

Of all the forms of sexual play, my greatest passion has always been tickling. And not just a light tease here or there, but the kind of deep, full-body tickling that can drive a woman mad. Even when I was a child, I would tickle the girls as a form of horseplay, but I never thought of it as anything erotic until reaching puberty when sex came into the picture.

As a teenager, I began noticing some of the young, budding women in my classes. Like most boys at that age, my creative mind entertained fantasies that obviously involved sex, but only after holding the girl down, and wiggling my fingers all over her body until she finally gave into what I wanted. In time, my interests turned to S&M, but I never outgrew my love for tickling. Occasionally, I would find a partner who was open to using bondage and tickling in our sex play, but there was still something missing that left me feeling unfulfilled. 

It was too easy. 

What I really wanted, was an unwilling participant, one that I would have to kidnap and restrain, then force her to endure long, painful hours of the most intense tickling I could dish out. I wanted to hear the genuine fear in her voice as she begged me for mercy, and those glorious sounds of tortured, unsolicited laughter. Over the years, my wish became an obsession, it grew and festered inside me, until I was left with no choice, but to make the fantasy a reality. 

And that's when I began my search.

After finding Karen, I went over my options on how I could kidnap her. Waiting in the bushes outside of her home was out of the question with so many neighbors close by. I also ruled out the community college where she attended her classes, because that would mean taking her in broad daylight. I realized my best chance for making the pickup without being detected would be in the parking lot after she left work, but it would have to be late at night when the store was mostly empty. So I waited almost a month, checking her schedule each week until she was finally assigned a late shift -- Saturday, 3:00 to 11:30, one half hour after the store closed. Both the time and day were perfect. The parking lot was usually full on the weekends, forcing the employees to park their vehicles in the back where the lot was poorly lit at night. On that day, Karen would have to do the same, and by closing time, her car would be one of a few left, if any, sitting alone in the shadows. A cluster of bushes stood nearby, and a large trash bin. Both offered a perfect spot for me to hide and wait. There was also an alley where I could park my van with a quick exit to a side street nearby. 

My heart began to beat faster, and I felt that familiar tingle in my loins as the plan unfolded before me. Though not full-proof, it was a promising scenario, and if something went wrong forcing me to abort the plan, I could always wait again for the next closing shift. It seemed as though Karen already belonged to me somehow, only she didn't know it yet. I can't tell you how powerful that feeling was, and I grew anxious for the day when we would finally meet. That week, I went to work as usual, while in the evenings, I spent working in my cellar. It was dark, damp and musty down there. Hardly the kind of place one would expect to find the sweet, innocent-looking creature I had now become obsessed with. I set up a ratty, old cot along one wall and fastened four chains with leather cuffs to the bed frame. This was where my partner would spend her days while I was away at work. 

Then our time had finally come.

When I arrived at the store just before closing, I saw her white, old Ford Tempo sitting alone in the back of the lot. I parked my van in the alley and sat patiently in the bushes nearby until she came out of the store. I was thrilled to see her wearing the same sleeveless top she had on the day I first saw her weeks ago. A good omen! Draped under one arm was her purse and smock. When she got to her car, I quickly moved in closer behind the trash dumpster. This was my moment of truth! I waited until she turned to unlock the car door so her back was to me, then I sprang into action, covering the distance between my hiding place and her car in seconds. I grabbed her arms from behind, pinning her elbows together, and before she could cry out, I shoved a handkerchief with chloroform over her nose and mouth. She struggled at first, then she tried to scream as I dragged her into the shadows behind the dumpster. It was then, she went limp, having finally succumbed to the chloroform. I let her body crumple to the ground and pulled out the handcuffs. She looked so sweet and helpless as I pulled her delicate arms behind her and locked the steel cuffs around her wrists. I was tempted to remove the blouse so I could get a better look at my prize, but resisted the urge, and put her in the van. There would be plenty of time for that later. 

She was out cold for over an hour, which gave me plenty of time to drive back to my house and carry her down to the cellar. While she rested, I removed her clothes and admired her tight, young body. She was everything I had expected! She favored a bit of hair between her thighs, but I did not, so I shaved her carefully. Then I grabbed some rope and went to work. 

Now that I had my partner, the dance could begin.

Almost two hours had passed before she stirred. I knew her thoughts would be a little hazy at first until the chloroform wore off, so I remained in the shadows, content on just watching her for now. Her brown eyes fluttered open, she shook her head. I almost chuckled aloud at the look of puzzlement on her face. Then with comical suddenness, my beautiful captive realized that she was completely naked, and hanging like a slab of meat in my cellar. Her screams rang loud within the stone walls. 

"Ahhh. She has a good singing voice," I smiled to myself.

Tossing her long hair back, she looked up and saw the rope attached to the ceiling. The other end was tied to a pair of leather cuffs fastened around her wrists. Her arms were pulled high over her head, stretching her body taut as she hung on that rope. Both ankles were tied together and her feet just barely touched the floor. A single naked bulb in the ceiling shined down on her like a spotlight, while the rest of the room remained shrouded in darkness. As a final touch, I fastened a leather strap just below her elbows, so she couldn't even bring her head forward to look down and see for herself just how exposed and vulnerable she was. 

I gave her time to explore each facet of her predicament in turn. The tightness of the leather cuffs. Her body rotating slowly on the twisted rope. The cool air against her newly-bared flesh. Of course, her screams went unanswered, and she thought herself alone in the room, exposed in the circle of light. She tried repeatedly to peer beyond its edge, but could make out nothing in the darkness from where I sat watching. She began to plead, not sure if anyone was there to hear. I remained silent through all of this, hunger and anticipation building, my manhood pressing uncomfortably against my jeans, not from her beauty, but from thoughts of the dance that would make her more so.

"Hello, my pet," I finally said to her. 

The sound of my voice startled her, she looked about, and her screams began anew. Under cover of the noise, I moved into position. Her eyes widened in horror when she saw me, and eventually my partner's screams formed into words. Who are you? What do you want? Where am I? What are you going to do to me? These I let echo away unanswered until she was quiet again.

"Now try to relax. This won't take very long," I lied to her.

She began to shiver, even though the room was quite warm. I circled her like a cat teasing it's prey. Her body looked soft and pale in the dim light. Every naked curve was made available to me. I could see her ribs etched under the swells of her young breasts, her nipples, pink and pebbled as the cool air kissed them. Her underarms were a tickler's dream come true -- so deep and smooth, and probably not used to being touched. And I fully intended to touch them a great deal!

I tugged on her restraints to test them -- hardly necessary, but a teasing effect nonetheless. Then slowly, I let my hands slide down her arms. My touch was excruciatingly light. Her body shuddered, her smooth, pearl white skin immediately turned to goose flesh. By the time my fingers trailed into her armpits, my new partner was begging me to stop. I could tell she hated being tickled, but with her arms drawn up and tied above her, there was nothing she could do to stop my vigorous attacks on her open pits. I dug my fingernails deeper into her flesh until she finally broke down and giggled out loud. That sweet, tortured laughter was like music to my ears! Everyone is aware of how toned and tight the skin and muscles are on most 19 year olds. That of course, has its disadvantages when being tickled, as it greatly intensifies their sensitivity to probing fingers. 

My partner also knew this now, and I could feel the heat of panic welling up inside her as I dragged my fingers down the sides of her ribs, then across the tight curves of her belly. She tried to shelter herself by twisting and turning on the rope, but my hands followed her movements effortlessly. I wiggled my fingers over her breasts and played with her nipples until they stood painfully erect. When she rolled her body away, I tickled the furrow between her buttocks. By then, she was gasping for air and sweating all over. I can't tell you what a thrill it was to see this sexy, young thing twist and writhe helplessly before me; to feel her smooth, sleek flesh underneath my fingertips. I played her like an instrument, orchestrating movements that only a woman her age could achieve. I let my hands guide me over every naked curve, while lingering in spots that gave me the best reaction. Several times, she tried to pull away, but the force of the rope only brought her back to me. Between fits of laughter, she pleaded for me to stop, 

"OHH GGODDD!! NO MORE!! PLEASSSSE!! I CAN'T STAND ANY MORE!!!!"

I truly felt her agony, but I also wanted more, and just when the average person would show pity on her, I picked up the pace and tickled her nonstop for minutes at a time. She was full of sweat, full of tears, skin crawling and itching all over, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. The rope creaked above as she danced for me, her body reacting as though a hot poker were being pressed against her flesh again and again. I wondered how much torture a human being could take before the mind finally went insane. I put her through another ten minutes of the most intense tickling I could manage, causing her to frequently lapse into silent laughing -- my very favorite thing. Then I let her hang there, limp and exhausted, while I planned my next attack.

I lifted her feet and tied the rope around her ankles to another rope that dangled down from the ceiling behind her, forcing my partner to bend her knees back and arch her body sharply forward to accommodate this new position. She was now fully suspended with her dainty feet, very exposed. I began to wiggle my fingertips up and down her bare soles. Her body jerked on the rope, and squeals of laughter emerged like an explosion that echoed off the cellar walls. The suddenness of the attack and the fact that she couldn't see what was happening to her feet must have been unbearable. I dug my fingernails under her toes, then I dragged them over the soft, tender bridge of each foot. 

She began whimpering like a like a child as my nails continued their teasing assault, gliding up and down her flexing soles, first one and then the other. Rivers of sweat flowed from her open pores. Her struggles became violent. She was obviously deathly ticklish here, and part of me feared that she might hurt herself physically unless I stopped, but the other half, the tickler in me, wanted to see more. So I gave her captive feet the full treatment, then I attacked her armpits again and elicited another string of painful giggles. I tickled her ribs, her stomach, her nipples, then back to her armpits, I even tickled her navel. Her skin was super-sensitive at this stage, and very warm to the touch, like hot magma flowing through her veins. I moved my hand between her thighs and wiggled my digits around her bare cleft. My partner tossed her head back and moaned, not in protest, but from pleasure. I could tell she had never been touched like this before, and certainly not used to having been shaved down there. Her movements became more rhythmic as my fingers probed deeper into her slick, wet folds. I found her clit and teased it, stroked it, stopping only when she seemed on the verge of having an orgasm. Finally when it appeared that she couldn't take any more, I pushed her over the edge and watched in awe as spasms of pleasure rippled through her bound body. 

I released my beautiful captive from her rope, then carried her over to the cot. She was like a limp sack of flesh, and far too exhausted to even put up a fight. Or perhaps, she thought the ordeal was finally over. Part of her senses returned as I locked her wrists and ankles in the restraints. Then I treated her to a long, slow massage to ease the aches from her struggles, while whispering in her ear that this was only the beginning.

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Even now, as I write to you, she is waiting for me. The poor girl was exhausted after our last session, so I'm letting her sleep awhile. 

I've been watching the news lately, and last night the police claimed there was a break in the case of the missing girl, Karen Donahue. I'm sure it's just bold talk, though I can't help but wonder if my plan was really as full-proof as I thought. Perhaps I made a mistake somewhere along the way; a subtle detail carelessly missed. If that's true, then I suspect it will only be a matter of time before they come knocking at my door. 

Am I frightened? Not really. As I mentioned earlier, very little matters to me anymore but the dance. And with that closing thought, I must end this story. You see, my partner is awake now. I can hear her chains rattling down in the cellar . . . 

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The Dance



The Restaurant was perfect, lights dimmed low the band was playing a soft musical number she couldn't place but called out to her all the same. She couldn't remember seeing so many beautiful people in one place at the same time. She felt almost humbled at the site. From her view, the scene reminded her of an old movie of a time long forgotten.

As she was guided to her table she noticed the sexy gazes from men and women alike. She felt her skin warm at the thought that they would take such notice in her, lust filled in their eyes. But that was the point was it not..

Earlier she had ensured that this night was going to be a night to remember. Spending more than a months pay on a sexy Red dress. She fell in love with it the moment she saw it. The dress was cut low in the back, almost backless. While the front hugged all the right curves. It was like the dress was made for her. And when she wore it, the dress made silent promises of pleasure and Sin. Under the dress she wore black Silk panties and matching stockings. She loved the feel of silk on her skin, and she knew that he loved it too. The finisher was a pair of silver tipped stiletto heels, and the Pheromone Perfume her Dark One had given to her.

He arose from the table to greet her, the pleasure in his eyes undeniable. He was dressed in a black custom fitted suit that defined his strong chest and arms. Under a black Silk shirt finished off by black shark skin Cowboy boots. He took her hand kissing her on the neck, his hand caressing her ass before he pulled her seat out for her to sit. The sat close to one another sharing pleasant conversations about their week. Their meal although pricey was delicious, and the wine.. there was a lot of wine. During the night he had rested his hand on her thigh as they talked, always a little higher than before. The effect of his touch was starting to become evident between her legs. She decided to boldly return the favor, placing her hand squarely between his legs gripping his cock. He didn't flinch or stutter in their conversation. Upping the ante she went to delicately unzip his zipper, his hand rested on hers stopping her from her goal.

"Behave.." he whispered.

She smiled, "I think not.." 

She tried to undo his zipper again, but with the same results. So she switched tactics. Griping his cock through his pants, she started stroking his cock slowly. His hand didn't move from hers but his conviction started to falter. His grip relaxing. She knew how much he loved to play in public, sometimes they would take each other in restrooms, parks or even in a grocery store freezer. She stroked his cock more firmly as it stated to harden to her touch. Her actions had an unexpected down fall as her needs grew more desperate than his as she stroked his hard cock. 

The lights went dark as the band played a slow seductive tune. He took her hand and led her to the dance floor. Their bodies pressed close to each other as he led her in a slow dance that told tales of love.. pleasures and Sin. Many eyes were focused on them, but she only noticed his dark eyes focused on her.

"you're a very naughty girl tonight my love.." he spun her out and then back in to him.

"I thought you liked me when I'm naughty.. Daddy.." She whispered into his ear.

this time when he spun her out he returned her facing away from her.. his very evident hard cock pressed against her ass.. " I do.." he bit the back of her neck gently.

"Time to go he whispered.."

The song finished and the lights brightened slowly. People applauded them as they walked back to their table and paid the bill. Leaving a generous tip they slowly walked out into the cool night air. Taking her hand he walked her to his car which was at the far end of the lot. 

She turned to him but was met by his hungry gaze. He kissed her hard on the mouth his slipping his tongue into her mouth as he reached behind her neck, unclasping her top. The cool night air brushed over her now bare breasts, he lowered his head.. taking her nipple into his mouth. His tongue circling her nipple before biting it gently. His hands cold on her breasts as he caressed them gently. Raising his head he scraped his teeth softly along her neck. He slid off his jacket as she ripped open his shirt. Taking his nipple rings into her mouth biting him hard, pulling on them with her teeth. He let out a low growl.. gripping her by the neck, he pulled her close to him. Their nipples rubbing against each other. He kissed her softer now, taking in the softness of her lips. His hand slid slowly along her breasts.. down her stomach.. up under her dress. His hand slid into her panties, pressing against her wetness.. teasing her. She let out a soft moan as he eased a finger into her pussy, rubbing her slowly.. testing her readiness for him.

"Tell me.." he whispered.

".Mmm.. I want you my Dark One."

He gripped her neck, more firmly this time. "Tell me.." He growled.

She closed her eyes to the pleasure of his grip on her neck. "I need your hard cock in my pussy.. I need you to fuck me please Daddy"

She unbuckled his belt, undoing his pants with care. He wasn't wearing any boxers. She gripped his cock gently, trying to concentrate as he rubbed her pussy faster with purpose. Slowly stroking his cock, he was already hardening with need. Kissing her, he eased his fingers out of her. He turned her around quickly, bending her over the hood of his car.

For the first time since walking out into the parking lot, she looked around. Groups and couples were leaving the Restaurant some who had now stopped to watch this Erotic show that they were now supplying. She didn't care.. truth be told, it got her even more hotter. All that mattered right now was the coolness of the car on her breasts.. her lovers touch as he moved behind her, let them have their show. He raised her dress to the side as he gently bit the back of her neck, his teeth scraping softly down to her shoulder. He bit down onto her shoulder hard! causing another moan of pleasure to escape her lips. Grabbing her panties and ripping them from her body, he pushed her legs open wider. The tip of his cock pressed against her opening. With a single thrust he entered her hard and fast! Impaling her on his hard cock. She yelled out in pain and pleasure, she didn't care who heard her. 

The crowd of watchers now grew as at least 12 people now watched, some in awe.. others holding each other closer. Kissing them with a lust of their own.

He clawed up her thigh, his nails biting into her flesh leaving a red trail as he ground his cock into her hard. Giving her pussy time to get accustomed to his size. Slowly he eased his cock out of her until only head remained inside of her. She let out a whimper but was quickly rewarded as he thrust his cock back into her. With a slow hard rhythm he made sure each thrust went deep inside her. He Gripped her hair tight, pulling her head back as he thrust his cock into her pussy Harder!! Faster!! She let herself lose all control, Moaning loudly as she slammed her ass back to meet his every thrust! The crowed getting more and more turned on by this erotic dance they were witnessing, kissing and fondling each other as her screams of pleasure filled the night air.

"oh God.. yess.. Cum for me Daddy.. make Me Cum!!"

He pulled her hair harder as he slammed his cock into her.. fucking her without mercy. He let out a loud Growl as his cock erupted inside of her, Cuming over and over.. setting off her own orgasm. Her pussy gripping him tight, He bit down onto her shoulder hard!! Pinning her to him as her pussy milked his cock of every drop. Slowly he eased his cock out of her, exhausted she dropped to her knees.. taking his cock into her mouth, she licked and sucked him clean. Tasting herself on his cock as she caressed his balls. He let out a moan as she sucked slowly on his cock, paying attention to every detail. She knew what her Dark One liked, have become an expert at pleasuring him. He gripped her hair and start fucking her mouth fast. She relaxed her throat as he pumped his cock into her eager mouth. 

"Argh!! Fuck!! " He moaned loudly as his cock erupted .. Gripping her head holding her on his cock, making her swallow every drop.

"Mmm.. Thank you Daddy.." she whispered as she licked her lips.

For a Seconded time tonight the crowd applauded at the couple, although this dance was Sinfully different than the first.. the results still left them in Awe. Slowly the Crowed departed, some rushing home for their own dance, others happy if they make it to their car.

Dressing slowly.. he pulled her to him, caressing her face he didn't say anything. Just looked into her eyes. He kissed her lips softly, sucking on her lower lip.

"I know.." She smiled up at him. Kissing him softly, than gently biting his neck.. leaving her mark on him.

He walked her to her car, stopping for one last kiss. He made sure she had gotten into her car and watched as she drove off slowly.

She looked into her rearview mirror watching his silhouette disappear into the night..

She whispered to herself softly.. "thank you for the Dance my Dark One" then slowly disappeared into the night..

The End



The Dance



It was almost too good to be true. Lounging in my bed wearing one of my few pairs of really cute panties I'd had the guts to buy at Victoria's Secret, I'd been scanning Craigslist ads. Just for fun -- I'd never actually do anything; I just wanted to look. To dream. To fantasize about being bold enough to answer that ad about sucking that gorgeous cock. To send out a reply to the stud who just wanted a bitchy little boi to fuck. God, I shivered, feeling that old familiar knot in my stomach -- wishing I could, knowing I was too afraid to make my dreams come true.

All I wanted was to be some strong, manly stud's little sissy. I wanted to be made his girl, to dress up to please him, to do all the right things in all the right ways and to reap the creamy, gooey reward. But who was I kidding? I didn't even have the guts to drink my own cum, much less sample some stud's.

But then there it was: the perfect ad. A man said he was willing to buy lingerie for guys if they would give him a dance -- put on a little fashion show for the goods they'd gotten. It was crazy, but I just couldn't pass it up. Not this time.

So I answered.

And it wasn't long before I got a reply. He was real indeed -- a guy who lived in the next town over, and he wanted to chat more. So we did. The chatting made it easier, going back and forth anonymously, not really knowing who the other was at the end of that line. Except he used his full name. He wasn't ashamed of what he was into. He didn't hide behind some lame nickname. It was just me who was nervous.

He tried to calm my nervousness. "A lot of the guys I've met for the first time are nervous, trust me! I promise you'll enjoy it."

So I set up a time to go over to his place, to meet him and to pick out some things. Maybe this way I could get to know him a little, see if he was really the sweet guy he seemed like, or some kind of creep. I was terrified. Could I really go through with it? Why had I scheduled so far in advance -- a full week away? It was too much time -- I sat and thought about it, turning it over and over in my head. What had I done?

And then work wanted me to pull overtime, and I jumped. Now I could have to reschedule! I could put it off! Maybe he would cancel, and then I would feel a bit bad, but it could stay a fantasy. I was really a manly man after all, right? I liked chicks and stuff, liked getting myself off to straight porn and admiring the ladies walking down the street, after all! Yeah, this sissy stuff was just a silly product of my terribly bored imagination, and of being pretty hard up for a year or more now. That was all. 

Then why did I always fantasize about being the girl in the porn pictures -- sucking on those gorgeous stiff cocks, taking them up my ass, letting them cum all over my face? Why did I always wish I could dress up just like those women on the street, to look that sexy when I moved?

And then, in his next e-mail, my man sealed my fate. He'd bought some things for another guy who didn't show. They would be about my size; why didn't I come over and try them on. I was going to be just a few blocks away anyway later that week. I recognize destiny when I see it: I jumped at the chance. Besides, there was some pretty sexy stuff there! I'd be gorgeous.

I had fevered dreams for a week; the day before the meet-up, I shaved my whole body, and cleaned it up the next day, too. I wanted to look the part as best I could -- if I was going to look like a dude in a dress, I'd at least be smooth. I'd never dressed up like this before -- just a few pairs of panties I'd wear to bed sometimes. I almost didn't drive to his house. I almost didn't knock on the door. I almost left before he answered it. Almost.

He was not overly good-looking: just an average guy, maybe 6 foot tall; he had broad shoulders and a cute smile and only a little bit of a belly. He beamed at me and invited me in. I did step inside. It was a beautiful old house, all hardwood floors and exposed brick or dark wood lining. Beatiful. He rented the upstairs rooms to college kids in the area, but they weren't here now -- out to class, he guessed. They never came around in the afternoon. He led me to his room and opened a chest with the frilly finery in it.

And there it was. I got a little bit giddy. Then a little bit more giddy when he pulled it out: white lace stockings, a lime green bustier and matching thong. Another outfit: this one a black frilly tutu with matching panties and above-the-knee socks. I was leaking pre-cum already. I knew I had to have this. I knew I needed it in some deep-down, primal place. I needed to put on a show!

I put on the black tutu first. The panties were a bit snug, but the black hid my bulge nicely, and the ruffles on the bottom were just too much fun -- I've always been a sucker for ruffles. I pranced out of the bathroom where I'd changed. I slinked into his living room. I shimmied up to his couch -- he was sitting there, stretched out, arms back on the top of the sofa, appraising me. I twirled. I danced a little bit, swinging my hips from side to side. I wished desperately that I had tits to jiggle for him -- just a little jiggle would have been heavenly! I wiggled my butt and flipped up the tutu provocatively. "Very nice," he laughed. "You're pretty sexy in that little get-up." I wiggled my way back out.

The bustier was a knockout. It took a minute to get on -- so many hooks! But it was worth it. The molded cups almost gave the impression of real boobs. The fishnets accented my legs and butt. The thong fit perfectly -- flattening me out and showing off my ass. I was pretty proud of my little bubble butt, actually. I pranced back in. Now I really felt girly. I shimmied and shook, I twirled, I bent over almost double. I was like a stripper, and I needed to get more. I needed to show this wonderful man just how much l loved his gift. I put one knee on the couch. Then the other. I gyrated my pelvis, wiggling slowly forward and back with my torso. I put my hand on his leg and grinned. "I want to show you how grateful I am for all of this. It's sooo sexy," I murmered.

"Spoken like a true sissy," he chuckled. There was a merry twinkle in his eye, and he slipped off his shirt. "Come here, baby, give me some sugar." I kissed him full on the lips. I'd never done that with a boy before -- hell, he was no boy, he was a man! -- but I knew I never wanted to kiss a girl again. I wanted to kiss as the girl. I wanted to make my man feel good. And I really needed to lick those nipples!

I licked and sucked his smooth chest like a bitch in heat -- after all, that's exactly what I was! He moaned and pulled me toward him again, kissing my neck and rolling over so he was on top of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and felt his cock grinding against my ass. Then he rolled again and I was laying on his chest -- god, I could look at that chest forever, sucking those sweet nipples; but he looked down and raised his hips and swung over to stand up. I jumped off and dropped to my knees in front of him. I knew I couldn't let him take his pants off by himself.

I was rewarded for my eagerness by getting smacked in the chin by his already-hard 8-inch cock. It was firm and round, with a gorgeous glistening head oozing pre-cum that I knew I needed to taste. How did I know this? Why was I so in need of this cock, this impossible-to-ignore piece of man meat? I didn't care. I just knew I craved that delicious thing, so alive with lust that it trembled. I stuck out my tongue; I touched just the tip of it to the head of his cock, to the oozing, clear goo that seeped from him. It was sweet and pure like nectar, some sweet ambrosia that drove me wild with desire. I thrust my open mouth onto him, knowing I needed to plant my nose in that thick patch of pubic hair at the shaft. I bobbed furiously up and down, trying desperately to take it all in, this perfect, impossibly perfect cock.

"Jeesus," he moaned, and slowed my head. "Such a greedy little cock whore. But it's no fun if you just go fast. Well, it is fun --- you're a natural born cock-sucker, and clearly you just need all you can get -- but you need to savor this. Slow down a little, and enjoy it. Look at my cock, drink it in, relax and take it easy."

I looked at it again. It was even harder now, a piece of steel, yet soft at the same time. Perfect. I ran my tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, tasting again that pure ambrosia that drove me so wild. I put the head in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, feeling every contour. I took it in my hand and kissed my way along the top of the shaft, from head to base, finally inhaling the sweet musk of his pubes. I kissed that manly forest, enjoying the tickle on my nose and lips. Then I turned downward again, down to his ball-sack, shaved smooth, I knew, so that I could suck it. One ball, then the other, went in to my mouth. I sucked each like hard candies, treasuring the feel. Then I took both, teabagging the man who made me his girl.

"Yeah, that's good, my little sissy. You really are a horny bitch, aren't you?" he murmured. Then he pulled me gently up, and kissed me full on the mouth, his tongue exploring my mouth, mine exploring his, wrestling. I shivered. He began kissing my neck again, and I was weak in the knees, almost falling due to sheer euphoria. God, I needed his cock again. And back down I dove.

Having explored it so closely before, I now knew that I could suck with wild abandon, gloriously and wildly giving myself over to my passion. I needed him, needed his cock, needed his cum in my mouth. My head went back and forth, up and down -- I was a wild beast, a whore giving the blowjob of her life, putting every ounce of my soul into pleasing this gorgeous cock before me. And it began to twitch, to tense, and I knew what was coming and I kept sucking, more wildly, more furiously, more desperately, and then it was in me, the warm, sticky, thick salty goo that I knew was his semen, his gift to me. It hit the back of my throat and rolled down to my belly, it coated my tongue, it filled my mouth and oozed out over my lips and chin and I scooped it up, pushing it into my mouth with my finger. I swallowed and it was glorious, and I reached back to kiss his cock head, still dripping cum, another helping for my hungry mouth.

"Dang, think we could get in on that," came a voice from behind...



The Dance



I stopped and took the rest of the Tequila in one giant gulp. "More!" I demanded. A hand took the glass from me and replaced it within a few seconds. I took another short sip and then stood. Facing them I let my feet move apart. I cocked my middle fingers into the classic "Fuck You" signs that you frequently see in impolite society and stuck one of them deep into the gaping hole between my legs. I remember thinking at the time that with that finger, with the other two bend downwards, the act of masturbation seemed just a little bit nastier, just a little bit cruder and lewder than it would have been had I simply inserted my fingers like I normally would do at home. I took the other cocked finger and began rubbing it against my asshole.

"Oh shit," I said, "this feels so fucking good." It was time for me to now turn them on audibly as well as visually. I knew the power that dirty words could have and I was determined to stimulate all their senses. As I masturbated I began talking, at first to no one in particular, then to certain individuals that I remember having accidentally touched me during my break. I told them how much I enjoyed fingerfucking myself for the for them and how much it turned me on having them watch me spread my cunt and asshole for them. I told them that I was open for anything they wanted as long as Jim could capture it on tape. They could fuck me, have oral sex with me (or me with them), touch me anywhere, it didn't matter. There was a part of me, I suppose, that wanted them ALL to fuck me right there in the den, but another part of me was afraid of the consequences. I was glad that I had prefaced the performance with the warning that everything would be on tape. My words encouraged them, but my warning made them mindful that whatever they did would be on file forever on the tape. I didn't know whether anyone would take me up on the offer.

After about another fifteen minutes of doing every lewd thing I could think of to entice them and still finding no takers to my offer I had Al turn the music down again and took another break. I walked over to the bar naked. I was already feeling tipsy, so I knew that this was would be my last drink of the evening. I was already "loose" enough to be comfortable doing anything that anybody wanted, but I certainly didn't want to make a fool out of myself and end up passing out on them or, worse yet, vomiting it all up.

With the camera "off" I was inundated by propositions. I rejected them all except for the feeling part. I let them feel me and kiss me anywhere they wanted, but I stopped short when they wanted to do anything more. Almost all of them touched me in various places and sucked on my nipples, but I was surprised at how really gentlemanly most of them were. I would have expected more hands trying to stick a finger deep into me or get rough, but that only happened once and a friendly push on his hand dissuaded him. Nevertheless I was glad that Jim was there to protect me. I wonder if it would have been different if he hadn't been there. I'm sure it might have been, but they all seemed so level headed guys and soft spoken men, so who knows for sure.

I looked at my watch and found it was almost 11 PM. It hadn't seemed that long. I guess time really does fly when your having fun. I finished off the drink and walked back to my "stage" The last part of the dance was about to commence.

To Be Continued...



The Dance



After 30 plus years of marriage, I have to admit that we don't have very many "Romantic Evenings" or go out on the town very often. Oh, we like to travel, take cruise ships to exotic ports, and visit many different places, but budgets will only allow one or two of those adventures each year. 

The kids are all grown, married, and out of the house with families of their own. Now, we have the regular family Sunday Dinners and frequent visits from the grand kids, which we love. I suppose, we've fallen into the quiet, less-adventurous, less-sexy, stay at home grandparent's category.

Sadly, our sexual adventures were also lack luster. I think we have tried every position in the book. Yes, even at our age, we still enjoy a wide variety of sexual activity. We still want sex. It just doesn't happen that often or with the same energy as it did in our younger days. Some things don't get better with age!

When we received an invitation to go to a dance for seniors at a local hotel, we agreed it would be a good chance to get out, so we sent back the "RSVP" and put the date on the calendar. We had not been to a dance for many years and we were soon to discover just how rusty we were.

We arrived at the hotel just as the dance was starting. There were the usual drinks and refreshments, minimal decorations, soft lighting, and a small, live band playing music with a great dance beat up on a raised platform. We helped ourselves to a drink and wondered around to see if we knew anyone else there. The crowd was still small in numbers, but new people were constantly arriving.

My wife, Jenny has always been a pretty woman, and in my eyes, she is still gorgeous! She was dressed in a simple white, V-neck blouse with a white, lacy, softly padded bra underneath, which I strongly encouraged her to wear. It supports and shows off the deep cleavage between her beautiful 38D breasts very nicely. The bra was moderately visible through the white blouse fabric, and she looked very sexy. We both noticed several approving glances as we moved around. Her black skirt was a few inches shorter than normal, and I enjoyed seeing a little extra leg above her knees. The skirt would flare up when she turned and I couldn't wait to get her on the dance floor!

Boring, as usual, I was dressed in the standard business suit, white shirt and tie. With my wife's encouragement, though, I did have the elastic waist band of my underwear pulled down under my penis and balls. It made a nice bulge in the front my pants and the exhibitionist in me was hoping it would be visible to anyone who looked.

Not immediately finding anyone we knew, we got our drinks and placed them on a small vacant table along the wall and went out on the dance floor. The band was playing a good mix of dance music from the "Big Band" era and "Oldies" from the 60's and 70's. Jenny put her arms around my neck, rested her head on my shoulder, and pressed her breasts into my chest, like she use to do back in our dating days. It was comfortable and exciting to hold her like this. As we moved together, I felt my penis awaken as it brushed against her. I let my right hand drop down her hip a little lower than normal. She noticed, but said nothing, silently telling me it was okay.

After the 3rd or 4th dance, we went back to our little table for a short break. As we sat down, the hostess for the evening stepped up to the microphone and gave the usual welcome. She then explained that this was a special dance of "seniors only" and continued with the "rules" for the dance this evening.

Jenny and I looked at each other. "Rules? What kind of rules do you have at a dance?"

Our hostess continued. "Tonight, we have many guests who are married, and have been married for many years. We also have a lot of single people who have lost their partners, for whatever reasons. To keep the dance interesting for everyone, this next dance is for married couples. Singles are encouraged to pair up and join in later. After this dance, the dance tonight will be a snowball type dance where you will all get to choose a new partner for each dance." 

There were now about 150 or more people present. It looked fairly balanced, but as expected had a few more women than men.

Jenny and I looked at each other. We knew what the other was thinking. We had planned this evening to be together, and visit with friends. After a few moments of discussion, we decided to stay, at least for a while, and see what happened.

Jenny took my hand as we moved toward the center of the room. She wrapped both her arms around my neck and I again pulled her tightly to me. We danced to the slow beat of the band, rubbing our bodies together like a couple of teen agers just discovering the opposite sex. My arm rubbed along the side of her bra covered breast and she pressed tightly into my growing groin and we kissed softly. Her tongue pressed against my lips and met my tongue in a friendly duel.

The crowd politely applauded the band as they finished their music. 

The hostess returned to the microphone. "Tonight, we want everyone to have fun. And there are a few surprises for you." Then, the second rule caught us by complete surprise!

"Now we want you to all switch partners. Starting with this next dance, when the person you ask to dance accepts your invitation, they will respond by asking you to remove one article of clothing." 

A quiet "gasp" could be heard across the room. 

"When you have done so, you may ask your new partner to also remove one piece of their clothing. You may then proceed to the dance floor."

Jenny and I looked at each other. The unspoken question was, "Do you want to stay?" This was a nice hotel - certainly not a strip club. 

We looked around and saw a few couples bolt for the door. Some people retreated to their seats to watch what happened. Others, shifted around, looking for a new partners. 

Slowly, couples began to emerge onto the dance floor. Most of the women had taken off their shoes. I guess it's difficult to dance with only one shoe, no matter how high the heel. The men, it appeared, had removed their suit coats and/or ties.

Jenny didn't think that was too bad, so she kicked off her shoes, while I removed my suit coat and tie. We broke the first rule and danced tightly together for this dance. I pressed her breasts close to my chest while my penis probed at her belly through our clothes. Her breathing was a little faster than normal, but not from the dance. The anticipation of what would happen next had us both a little excited.

The music ended all too soon, and next began the scary part of the evening. I ask Jenny if she wanted to go. With a mischievous little wink, she quietly said, "not yet."

We both saw him at the same time. A very handsome gentleman, a little over 6 feet tall who had smiled at Jenny earlier, approached Jenny and politely asked if he may have the next dance. Almost without hesitation she accepted. Then came the shock. 

"What would you like me to remove?" he ask. A long pause. Jenny could not respond. With a warm smile that removed any fear, he suggested, "Lets both remove our shirts." Jenny could only nod as he pulled off his neatly pressed shirt and tossed it against the wall. 

This guy looked like he worked out in the gym 24 hours a day! His tanned chest was firm, his muscles and stomach were tight. I quietly wished that I was built like that!

I watched Jenny as she stared at his handsome face and sculptured chest.

With nervous, shaking fingers, Jenny began to unbutton her blouse. She looked the gentleman in the eyes as she unbuttoned her blouse, starting with the top buttons. His eyes shifted excitedly between her eyes and her chest as her lacy bra covered breasts came into view. The tops of Jenny's breasts swelled as she drew in a deep breath, slid the fabric off her shoulders, and neatly hung it on the back of her chair. Still wearing her bra, he took Jenny's hand and led her to the dance floor. The band started off with a faster dance.

Regaining my senses, I looked around and saw a slightly older woman, sitting alone at her table. I walked over and asked her if she would like to dance? She looked up at me with a worried smile and said, "Yes." 

After witnessing the way Jenny's dance partner had ask her, I suggested that we both remove our shirts. She lowered her head, looking down, as if pondering my request. I was worried that she would refuse my invitation.

She nodded, then slowly stood up. It was at that moment I saw she was wearing a dress. With a deep sigh, she reached behind her back, slowly pulled down the zipper, and let the dress fall off her shoulders and onto the floor. I was speechless as I watched it fall. 

Like Jenny, she wore a lacy bra that pushed her breasts together giving her beautiful curves and deep cleavage. She daintily stepped to the side, picked up her dress and folded it over her chair.

Dressed only in her bra, panties and stockings, she looked at me for my approval. My eyes sparkled with admiration, and with a nod, I reached for her hand. With a more relaxed smile, she giggled and pointed to my shirt to remind me that I still needed to take it off.

In a flash, I tore my shirt off and laid it on top of her dress. I took her hand and we moved into the crowd. I was spell bound as I watched the tops of her breasts seductively bounced as we danced together.

Soon we were dancing like old high school sweethearts. The lack of clothing didn't seem to matter anymore. Every time she spun around, her bra would brush against my chest. I watched her nipples harden and push against the delicate, lacy fabric.

As our dance ended, she gave me a big hug, squeezing her bra covered breasts to my bare chest and my erect penis against her stomach. I knew she could feel it pushing back as I gave her a last hug. My hands fell to her butt and squeezed the soft flesh through her delicate panties.

We separated and I walked back past our table, looking for Jenny. She wasn't there. I looked around the room and spotted her on the far side of the dance floor. Was that my Jenny? This shy, conservative woman, who cautiously started the dance without her blouse, somehow managed to lose her skirt, nylon stockings, and bra already. She was laughing and flirting, surrounded by 3 or 4 men, wearing just her lacy white panties. I knew her panties were thin enough to see through. Anyone close enough to look could see her shaved, puffy lips inside.

I slipped my shoes off, and pushed them under the table. I wanted to remove my pants for the next dance.

Just a table away, I saw a younger women sit down after leaving her previous partner. She was down to a small thong and stockings. In two steps, I ask her if she would like to dance. She said yes and removed her stockings, leaving her wearing nothing but the tiny material, disappearing in the back, only to reappear just enough to cover her neatly trimmed pussy in the front. I pulled the elastic waistband of my underwear back up over my swollen penis and removed my pants. I hung them over the chair with my suit coat, leaving me in just my tented boxers.

Once on the dance floor, this girl had the energy of a cheerleader! She loved showing off her nearly naked body, trim waist, small perky breasts, and perfect nipples that needed to be kissed. She put on quite a show with the fast tempo of the band. Although she was very sexy, I thought she danced more like a stripper than a lover, and I lost my erection trying to keep up with her. 

I glanced around to see Jenny, still wearing her panties, having a great time dancing with the men that surrounded her. As they turned, I could see the man she was dancing with had his hand deeply buried on her butt, inside her panties. It looked like she was having a great time and had found several new friends!

As the music ended, I turned with my energetic partner to leave the dance floor and bumped into Sandi. Sandi was an old girlfriend I'd occasionally dated, and often studied with back in our college days. We hadn't seen each other in years! We'd had several classes together and it seemed natural to us both to study together. She ask if I was available for the next dance? "Of course," I answered, "I was!"

The band slowed down and started playing "Put Your Head on my Shoulder" by the Letterman that took us both on a nostalgic trip back many years ago. We both slipped off the last of the clothes we were wearing and fell completely naked for the first time, into each other's arms. 

Sandi was barely 5 foot 5 inches tall and weighed about 130 lbs. Even after 3 children, she had managed to maintain her cute figure. Her medium brown hair was curled under at her shoulder length. Her tanned skin with contrasting bikini lines told me she still spent some time in the sun. Her pubic hair was trimmed to just a short strip above her clitoris, her pussy lips were shaved clean.

My erection quickly returned as she stepped toward me and pressed her erect nipples and C-cup size breasts into my chest. Although we had dated just a few times in college, she snuggled up to me like we'd been together forever. She smiled up at me as my erect 7 inch penis found its natural home between her legs in that warm, moist area just outside her womb. She was dripping wet and I had to fight the urges to push up inside her. 

She reached up and stretched both of her arms up around my neck, my arms surrounded her trim waist. Every womanly curve was against my body. My hands found her butt and pulled her even tighter to me. One push, just one little push and I could be buried inside her. My penis ached. She was wet. She ground her swollen pussy lips and clitoris against me as we slowly danced. I wanted to do it. I was sure she would let me!

The music ended all too soon. Time seemed to stand still. Sandi and I just stood there, gently, barely moving together, in our longing embrace. Neither of us wanted to let go. For just a moment, even though I love Jenny, I wondered how I let this one get away?

The hostess tapping on the microphone and brought us out of our trance. My hard penis glistened with her moisture as we separated. 

She said, "For the next dance, everyone could find their original partner (if they wanted to), remove any and all remaining items of clothing and have the next dance together." Sandi gave me a lingering kiss on the cheek and with a big smile on her face, disappeared into the crowd. My penis was like a powerful compass that pointed directly at her until she was out of sight. I wanted to follow her.

The hostess continued, "Following the next dance, there would be a fifteen minute intermission, with more surprises to follow."

I went back to our table where Jenny was sitting naked. I sat down naked next to her. I reached for her hand and ask, "Having fun?" With a silent gesture, she pulled my hand between her legs. She was hot and dripping wet with her natural juices. "I think that answers the question," she said. "It looks like you are having fun too," she said, as she gave my erect penis a little tug.

I ask her, "How did you managed to strip down to just your panties so fast, with just the first dance?"

She told me that her partner took her over to his table with three other couples. They would "tag" each other out and each new man would ask her to remove an additional piece of clothing. By the time the first dance ended, well, she was down to just her panties. She quickly recognized their plot, but knew they would all be naked sooner or later, so she accepted their offers. She knew I wouldn't mind!

She smiled that flirtatious smile and pulled me back to my feet. We walked out on the dance floor for the waltz that was playing. We held each other close as our naked bodies swayed together. My hard penis probed between her legs. Her erect nipples rubbed against my chest. My right hand fell lower and held her left butt cheek. We held each other tightly, closely.

Around the dance floor, the room was crowded with naked couples slowly dancing together. Breasts to chest, penis to belly, arms lovingly wrapped around each other.

As we danced, Jenny knew what I wanted and opened her legs slightly. My penis adjusted upward to feel the warmth and moisture of her womanhood.

Before I could gain entry, she tightened her legs together and held my penis tightly as we continued to waltz together. With every movement, every beat, she pulled and tugged on me, driving me crazy with desire, until I thought I couldn't stand it any longer. With my penis pushing at her opening, I whispered into her ear that I was about to cum and to let me penetrate her, right here, right now!

Without missing a dance beat, she released her leg grip on my throbbing penis, slid her hand down between us, and gave my penis a hard squeeze at the base, just in time to stop my release. Still dancing, she held me like that until my penis could relax a little.

When she was sure I'd settled down, she pushed my penis back between her legs, squeezed tight, with her clit rubbing along my shaft. Only moments later, she tensed and shook in a mild orgasm of her own. As we finished our dance, I held her tight and smiled knowingly as she settled back down.

Hand in hand, walked together to the refreshment table for a fresh drink before returning to our table. My penis was hard and bouncing up and down as we walked. I didn't care. I may not have a large penis, but I was proud of the way it stood up tall! Looking around the room full of naked people, I noticed that most of the men were in the same state of arousal as I. Their erect penises were also standing up, waving as they moved. We saw a few women sitting on their partners laps. Jenny squeezed my hand as we recognized what they were probably doing? Naked as the day she was born, I looked at my lovely wife and ask again if she was having a good time?

She stopped and turned to face me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and looked lovingly into my eyes.

"Well," she replied, "at first I thought you had arranged this whole thing. I was mad and ready to leave. But there was something in your face that told me you were surprised too. I know you have a fantasy to be naked in public and the look on your face told me you wanted to stay. I figured, since we were already here, I could go along with being naked, if naked was as far as it went." 

I smiled, gave her hand a squeeze, and said, "Thank you. I love you. I'm having a good time too!"

When the band returned, the hostess announced that the only rule for the remainder of the night was that everyone remain naked and have a good time. Everyone could dance with anyone they wanted. The band played a broad selection of western line dances, group dances, fast and slow dances. It's fun to dance together when everyone is dressed, but it is even better to see naked breasts and penises, arms and legs bouncing with the music. "YMCA" is especially fun when you are naked, and the whole, naked crowd roared with laughter as we did the "Bunny Hop!"

Jenny and I chose to dance together for the rest of the evening. Jenny had several more men ask her to dance, but she graciously replied that she was with her husband. I watched her take a good look at each penis as the men turned to walk away.

As the evening wound down, we gathered up our scattered clothes and put on barely enough to get home. Jenny put on only her shirt, buttoning only two buttons, just below her breasts, saying it was, "long enough!" The shirt barely covered her pointed nipples and came together over her wet pussy lips like window curtains. With every step, it parted just enough to give a quick glimpse of her moist pussy before closing.

I slipped on my pants with my erect penis still making a tent in the front. It had been a fun and exciting, erotic night. But we both desperately needed relief!




The Dance



She swung around the pole, hiked her knee and then paused. Wearing nothing but a leather miniskirt and black high heels, she noticed with pleasure that all of the men in the room were watching, enraptured. The normal club patrons were up front hooting and hollering while the more well-to-do men were sitting in the reclining chairs in the back. She could barely see through the thick cigarette smoke, but she could tell that none of the chairs were reclined; every man, be they in business suit or dirty t-shirt, was watching the beautiful woman with the long dark brown hair, toned legs and arms, slim waist, and large perfect breasts which were heaving from her exertions. She had chosen a long routine, being last, hoping to impress the rich men that may have been more interested in the teenagers that came before her. 

She kicked her leg as high as she could, exposing her bare ass and shaved vagina, an action which still made her blush. This was not the Marie her mother raised. This was not the mother of the two year old son which she knew she would never again see. This 22 year old woman was sultry, lithe, and alive as she had never been. She put her leg down, her twenty minute long routine at an end. With sweat dripping off of her nose, hands, and legs, she walked wearily but confidently from the stage. Many of the men were clapping and yelling while a few wrote something down or made voice notes into tape recorders and cell phones. She hoped they were writing good things. She prayed that a rich man would purchase her; not one of these animals that were yelling and screaming and would probably love nothing more than to do horrible things to her. She wanted an owner that would love her. A part of her mind screamed at her to run for the exit, but she knew she wouldn't get far. After all, she didn't exist; at least not in the way a normal American woman would. 

As she entered the back room, she removed her skirt and heels and threw them in the pile against the wall. That was her costume, and it most likely would not travel with her to her new home. It would be washed and given to the next set of girls that came through this place. 

She stepped into the shower, vowing to herself that she would scrub clean every last part of her body so that she would look her best for the coming auction. Once she had locked herself into her cage, there would be no opportunity to do anything but sleep. As she began scrubbing, she thought back to how she had ended up here. Marie, a good Christian woman with a strong familial upbringing, in a strip club washing up after a performance and about to be auctioned to the highest bidder. 

Marie was on her way home from work. It was volunteer work at a local politician's office, as her husband would not allow her to hold a true job so soon after giving birth to their two year old. He had said that she should be with him at least until he was in school. In truth, he probably didn't trust her to hold a job. After all, she was just a woman. He was not the man she married and although she still thought she loved him, she was getting sick of fearing for her health every time he came home at night, drunk and belligerent.

As soon as she opened the door, she felt something was wrong. None of the lights were on in the house except for the kitchen, which was very much not the norm for her husband. She gasped as she came around the corner. Her husband was lying on the floor, face down in a puddle of his own blood, a male police officer standing over him. The officer was holding a gun. He looked at Marie and told her to stay back. Shocked, she did as she was told. The officer, wearing gloves, approached her and handed her the gun. He asked her to turn the gun over, looking for any marks that would identify it as her husband's. He told her he suspected suicide. She didn't realize until too late what she was doing. By then, the officer was grinning at her.

"Marie Dubois, you are under arrest for the murder of Frank Dubois," he said, to a completely aghast Marie. He finished reading her the Miranda rights as he handcuffed her and escorted her out of her own back door into the alley where a patrol car waited. He threw her violently into the backseat, causing her to hit her head on the opposite window. 

She shook her head to try to clear it. She tried to use her hands to move the hair out of her eyes but they were locked uncomfortably tight behind her. 

"There must be a mistake...you know I didn't kill him, you were there," she stammered. She knew she sounded like a fool and that they were obviously framing her, but she couldn't think why. 

"Lady, we saw you holding the gun. We have a letter that you wrote to your friend in Arkansas saying you were tired of him and wanted him dead so that you could collect on the life insurance policy that you bought behind his back," the officer responded. "Actually we forged your signature on the policy and we don't know if you have a friend in Arkansas or not, but all of that put together will be more than enough to indict you and give you the death penalty. Your son will be taken to an orphanage where a loving family will adopt him and raise him themselves. Your life will be far more interesting, though. Don't bother fighting; the judge, the cops, even your family attorney have a vested interest in seeing you get the death penalty. Don't worry though; you won't die at the hands of the state. Whatever happens to you after you disappear is not my concern. I'm getting a cut of your selling price regardless."

She sat in stunned silence. Not only was she being framed; she was being abducted. She realized quickly that there was no escape. How could she, Marie, housewife, escape the police? 

Before she had time to think about it, they were arriving at the precinct. As they were booking her, the woman behind the counter looked her over doubtfully. She didn't look like the type that would normally be arrested, wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt. She saw a glimmer of hope and began pleading with the woman.

"Please, I've been framed and these officers want to make me disappear so they can sell me on some sort of auction! You've got to believe me! You've got to help!" she begged.

"Oh, the crazy husband murderer you were telling me about," the woman said. "You're right, she is pretty. Too bad. The women where she's going do mean things to the pretty ones." 

She booked Marie and the male officers led her to a holding cell. The cell was empty except for her. Having never been in jail before, Marie wasn't sure what to do next. She felt cliché holding onto the bars as if she were in a movie, but couldn't think of anything else. Besides, it gave her something to brace herself against. Everything had happened so fast. 

She remembered once attending jury duty. She remembered a man with far less evidence stacked against him being indicted for arson. She herself had been one of the jurors pushing for the guilty vote. Now that she was on the other side of the fence, she wondered if she really stood a chance in court. Her fingerprints on her husband's gun in her own house with a recent life insurance policy and a letter, even if forged, to someone saying she wanted to kill him? Add to that the only witnesses being a pair of corrupt police officers that were going to say they walked in with her holding the gun? It didn't look good for her. 

She put her head against the cell and moaned as she realized she would most likely never again be free. At least, she thought, her son would never again be hit by her husband.

The trial was quick. She was allowed representation but it was chosen for her. The man was obvious in his attempts to make her story look fake; not that she had much of a defense. 

The psychiatrist declared her mentally sane and the experts said these things were common of low income house wives who care more about money then their loving husbands. On the last day of the trial, the prosecution even suggested that she had most likely been sleeping with the senator she was volunteering for. The man was a political enemy of the lawyer and this move erased what few doubts the jurors had left.

The deliberations lasted less than an hour. She was guilty on all charges; murder, infidelity, even child cruelty for doing such heinous acts a mere two years after their son was born. 

She listened to the proceedings with a blank look on her face. What could she say? The whole thing was obviously a setup, but a damn good one. Only she and those involved would ever know. Even her family, to which she was not close, would probably believe her capable of this as they had thought she was evil simply for marrying her husband.

The sentencing was just as quick. Her state readily accepted the death penalty, especially for a murdering whore. It was rare to put a woman to death, but it didn't matter. Although her case was big news for the first few days, certain people made an effort to make sure it disappeared quickly. They had her scheduled for execution as soon as possible. 

Marie watched from a closed circuit television in her cell as they led someone else to her death. She couldn't tell if it was a dummy or another woman. It moved realistically, but the hood on the head kept her from verifying anything. They strapped the thing in, pulled the lever, and called it a day. She slept little that night, wondering about her fate.

She awoke to a jailor entering the cell. He told her to be quiet and still. He placed a hood on her head, disturbingly similar to the one that had been on the executed body. He handcuffed her hands behind her back. She could then hear a rustling in front of her that sounded similar to a large leather knapsack being arranged. He told her to step forward and guided her feet. As soon as she was standing on it, he pulled the large sack up to her neck and tied it. 

She did not resist as she did not know where she would go if she did get away. Besides, the past few days of solitary confinement had given her time to think about things. She wasn't at all sure she missed her old life, even if she was unsure of the future. She hadn't exactly been free, as her husband had kept her on a pretty tight leash, and at least in jail she hadn't been physically abused. 

The jailor carried her out of the cell and threw her onto a pile of laundry. He then carted her out the back door and placed her in the bed of a pickup instead of the laundry truck. She stayed dutifully still the entire time. 

It took the truck a few hours to get to its destination. By then, the rough ride and confined hood had given Marie a terrible headache. Her wrists ached from being bounced against the bed of the truck and she was extremely sweaty from being locked into a leather bag in the summer heat for two hours. She felt herself lifted from the truck bed and carried a bit. A female voice told the person carrying her where to place her and she was stood with a chain wrapped around her still hooded neck to keep her standing.

It didn't take long for someone to come by and remove the hood. Marie's blurry eyes took a moment to focus on the more mature woman in front of her. The woman waited patiently for Marie to try to speak. Marie's throat, however was very parched, and only produced a hoarse grumble. 

The woman held up a garden hose with a sprayer and pointed it at Marie's mouth, a questioning look on her face. Marie gladly opened her mouth and received the cool water. As she drank she looked around. She was in a warehouse chained to the ceiling by her neck. There were a few other women in the room who looked to be near her age, all of them attractive and all of them nude. They were all chained to the ceiling but a few were sitting down on the cement floor while most were standing. Many of them wore leather gags that covered their entire mouth. One poor woman was also pulled by her neck onto the tips of her toes, barely able to breathe. One of the sitting women was reading something. 

The woman who had given her water stopped the flow and set the hose down. She untied the bag and slid it down Marie's body, carefully helping her step out of it. She threw the bag into the middle of the floor and pulled out a pair of scissors. The woman then began cutting Marie's clothes off; first her t-shirt, then her blue jeans. Marie started to protest when the woman began cutting off her panties and bra, but the woman merely gave her a stern look. Marie could guess by the woman's domineering manner and the fact that all of the other women were naked that arguing would probably be futile. Even the woman cutting off her clothes was wearing a low cut blouse, tight skirt, stockings and high heels. The woman unlaced Marie's shoes and took them off, one by one, carefully letting Marie keep her balance since Marie's hands were still cuffed behind her back. She put all of the clothes and shoes into the bag and deposited it on a stack of similar bags. 

Marie, completely nude, stood there as the woman came back and retrieved the water hose. She then soaked Marie completely from head to toe, causing her to shriek from the shock and avert her face. Once Marie was completely drenched the woman applied soap. Starting at her feet, the woman silently and efficiently coated Marie in suds all the way to her neck, paying special attention to Marie's more sensitive areas. She then coated Marie's shoulder length brown hair in shampoo. She washed Marie's face gently with a rag. 

Every time Marie would start to speak, the woman would shush her. None of the other women were talking either, though Marie could tell that a few of them were mumbling and screaming into gags. Not wishing to be gagged, Marie let the woman finish bathing her in silence. 

After being rinsed, the woman released Marie's hands. She also released the lock on the chain on Marie's neck and told her to sit. Marie did as she was told, not wanting to anger the person who was obviously in control. The woman reattached the chain to Marie's neck and told her she could either sit or stand, her choice. She then handed Marie a small pamphlet.

"Read that and you'll understand a bit about what's going on. It's not as horrible as you might think, but you are no longer a member of society as you knew it. You are now, and forevermore, a slave," the woman said. "You will refer to me as Mistress because although I am also a slave, I am your superior for the time being." She then turned away and walked off, pausing only to give the choking, tortured woman a quick slap on the breast. 

Marie wondered what was going on with that one poor woman and decided that she had probably upset the mistress lady. She watched the lady leave the room then turned her attention to the small book in her hands. It read:

You are now a slave. Much care is taken to acquire only the most attractive women, so you may be proud that you qualified. You are probably also terrified, which is understandable. You are, for all extents and purposes, no longer human. You have no rights. To the public and the government, you are dead. You live only as a slave now.

She read this paragraph a few times, letting it sink in. She realized she was crying as the concept of slavery sunk in. She had read about slavery in school but had never though she would end up with a chain around her own neck. She read on:

The people you will meet that are not slaves are the people who make a business selling them. In this facility, we train our slaves to be dancers. You will have three months to prepare before going on stage. You will be performing in a strip club, owned by this facility, which is known for having new women every month. You will have one night, one performance to make an impression on the crowd. You will compete with five other slaves. 

After the show an auction will be held. There will be five buyers, so every slave will be purchased. In this way we make sure that every man, no matter how poor, has a chance to own a beautiful woman. However, the best, most sensual and attractive dancer will demand the higher bids that only the richer men can provide. These men tend to be kinder, looking mainly for a companion that can never leave them and take half their fortune. Therefore it is in your best interest to train as hard as possible and perform to the best of your abilities.

You will be responsible for your own routine and picking your own costume. Pick carefully as the right clothes and right moves just might grab the right owner. 

There will be slaves on hand to help you prepare. Most of these slaves are almost free. They do as they wish as long as it does not conflict with their Master's wishes. They are here as a courtesy from their Master to help you train and learn to attract the right man. Feel free to talk to them about the entire system and how they feel. You will find that most of them prefer their new life to their life as a free person. 

If you are reading this pamphlet it means that you are one of the few slaves that are manageable from the beginning. The others will learn all of this the hard way; through pain and punishment. You, in realizing your own limitations, already have an edge. Use it!

Marie finished the pamphlet and then reread it. She looked around a bit with tears in her eyes. She was officially a slave to be auctioned to the highest bidder. Not only that, she was expected to perform in front of her prospective buyers. She put her head on her arms and drew her knees up into a tight little ball. 

A thought occurred to her as she wiped her blurry eyes with the back of her hand and looked again at the women around her. There were only three women that were sitting; two besides her. They were both sobbing quietly to themselves after having read the pamphlet. 

She read the small book a third time, lingering on the final paragraph. She looked around again, tapping her foot and chewing on the inside of her cheek, and realized that she really did have an advantage. While some of the women that were standing were far better endowed then Marie, they were already a step behind. They probably had enjoyed their life too much to just let it slip away. Marie, on the other hand, hadn't particularly liked her previous life. She had decided while in jail that she didn't really love her now dead husband anymore, and her son was probably better off with a family that could support him. 

Here, however, she could start fresh. She could actually BE something on her own, and she was almost guaranteed a wealthier style of life, as long as she made her purchaser happy. 

She was starting to get excited. She didn't feel she would have to work very hard; her body was already in decent shape. Her husband hadn't let her breast feed her son, something she was now grateful for, so her body had recovered from birth almost completely. She hadn't considered herself a dancer, being a rather modest 5'6" and having never really tried, but she supposed she could make up for her shortcomings with enthusiasm. 

At some point she had stood up. The chain around her neck was not bothering her anymore and she bore its weight with newfound energy. She was pacing within her limit, trying to think of some sort of routine that would be original, when the mistress woman seemingly materialized in front of her. Marie had been so deep in thought she hadn't noticed the woman approach, even in her high heels. 

"Ready to start training?" she asked Marie with a quirky smile.

"Ok." Marie said. 

"The appropriate response would be 'Yes, Mistress.' Don't be surprised if you get slapped for that with any of the other slaves," she said in her stern voice. "They enjoy their rank, you understand?"

"Yes Mistress!" Marie quickly amended. 

She was then released from her neck chain and told to follow. Without really thinking, Marie followed.

She was quickly introduced to her cage, which would be her home, and some of the other slaves. They were all quite friendly and all very pretty. All of them wore sexy outfits, obviously attempting to stay attractive to their Masters. None of them appeared to be over the age of 30, though Marie wasn't quite sure. 




The Dance



Darkness surrounds me. i see nothing, though my eyes are open.

i know where i am but where is He?

i turn my head to the left, the tendrils of my ponytail brushing across the back of my neck. 

Everything is heightened...alert. 

my ears listen closely, hearing only my heart beating slow and steady. 

my skin tingles as it tries to feel the sensations of what is touching me. The leather blindfold sticks out particularly well as it presses softly against my eyes, blocking that sight which has made everything else just a bit keener. 

It's rough yet smooth and through my nose, which is reaching out for some tell of what is to come, i can smell that rich, earthy, sensuous scent of more leather surrounding me. It is a smell unlike anything else in the world. 

i move my raised arms but find the knots hold all too well. i am bound here on this rack, my arms and legs spread at His bidding. 

i am helpless. 

i am bare. 

i am vulnerable.

How delicious. 

i hold my breath, straining to hear something – anything – to give me a hint of what was coming. As if reaching for something to give me that little bit of control over my surroundings.

i listen.

Silence.

i stand there, holding my breath and listening, for as long as i can. 

Air. i need air now.

i release my held breath and take another, the cool air rushing into my nostrils and bringing with it once more that intoxicating scent of the leather.

Where is He? He's here i bet. Watching me. Amused at my impatience. Delighting in my futile attempts to gain some kind of hand in this show.

i listen.

i smell.

i feel.

Nothing.

Maybe He's not here. Maybe He stepped out. No, He wouldn't do that. He wouldn't just leave me tied up here like this, would He?

i listen.

i wait.

i squirm.

The anticipation is killing me, driving me mad. 

Where is He?

And then, without warning, He is there and His finger invades my cunt, forcing me forward into the rack. Once again He has answered my unspoken question with ease. 

How can He read me so well? 

i moan as i feel His fingers work within me, my anticipation having made me quite ready for His assault. i press my hips back into His hands instinctively. Deeper. i need Him deeper.

Suddenly His hand is around my throat, grabbing me hard and cutting off my air. i freeze, my head tilting back. i can feel the muscles, strong and assured, within His grasp. i feel nothing else. Sense nothing else. 

Only Him.

Only His grip.

Slowly i feel my thoughts growing heavy, the pressure lightly building in my head. i can feel my muscles constricting, beginning the starting stages of panic. 

Even His fingers still within me, i can barely feel. 

it's only the pleasure and the fear i can feel, mingling and coiling a sensation deep down in my belly. 

"You will press back when i tell you to press back, slut. Not when you want to press back. Understand?" He says in my ear, His voice heavy and hard. 

Lightly He allows me to nod my head. Then the pressure is gone and air once again floods into my body. 

my throat is released.

i gasp.

i moan.

my head falls forward, resting my forehead against the rack as i shudder, holding back to rush of pleasure which threatens to bring me to climax. 

It feels like an eternity before my thoughts clear. His fingers have left my cunt, and i find myself empty.

Empty and wanting.

i listen.

i smell.

Where is He?

i turn my head to the right.

"Head forward. Do not turn it unless i tell you to." His voice comes to me but it seems so far away. Is He across the room?

i obey.

The wood is cool, the smell of the leather around me still intoxicating.

Just as i begin to relax and seem to let my thoughts wander, it comes.

i wasn't expecting it. i should have been but i wasn't. 

Fire.

Fire courses in a straight line across the skin on my ass - biting and warming where it touches – kissing my senses. 

Then the fire fades and a more lingering pain blooms from the ashes. An ache, so pointed it's almost a sting. 

i take a breath.

All too soon the fire comes again, this time in three rapid successions across my ass. 

Left. Right. Left.

i groan. 

This time the sensations are in reverse. The pointed ache hits first, this time seeming to burrow deep down into my muscles. Then, slowly but just as powerful, the fire spreads over my skin.

How delicious. 

How perfect.

After a moment of processing, He resumes. This time, He does not pause after one or three. i can't tell how many times He strikes my ass but soon the pain begins to meld together.

Between my moans and cries and the sound of the cane striking my ass, a symphony begins to form around us. A medley of pain and pleasure, energy and sensation swirling around us, invading my very core.

He stops. He resumes. He stops. He resumes. 

We dance. 

We orchestrate.

Before too long, we are in unison. With ease, He brings me up – drawing me to just that point when i wonder if i can take no more. Then, with just one more snap of the cane, He pushes past my boundary and then stops the assault.

Energy swirls around us...through us...melding them into one uniformed entity as He does this.

Two steps forward. One step back.

We dance.

i scream.

He leads.

i beg.

He dips.

i fly.

Oh how i fly. Higher and higher, i soar out of my body. 

Only He is constant.

Only He is here and there. 

Only He is within and without.

He is consumes me.

He surrounds me.

The fire ends, and with it the pointed ache. The warmth remains, a soft kiss of what was and what will be again.

Then He is there, His naked skin pressed against mine...

...but not mine. 

No, i am up here, floating and watching.

Then He is there, His breath hot on my skin...

...but not my skin. 

No, for i am up here, and she is down there.

Then without a word, i suddenly find myself back within me and He is there. i am tethered down from my floating. He is there.

He is there and we are one. i can feel Him, His shaft penetrating deep and fully into my depths. i gasp. i moan.

He trails His hands up my arms and grabs my wrists, the whole of His body melded against mine.

He moves. i sigh.

He draws out. 

Desperately i try to speak, but only moans slip from my lips. 

Stay, i try to plead, not wishing Him to leave from within me.

But then He is moving again, this time back within me and i feel once more filled.

i am His.

His will is my desire.

He moves again and i moan again.

Our rhythm increases, the friction of our bodies warming us from the inside to match our outside.

We are in unison, our energies still entwined. 

We quicken, desire rapidly blossoming into need. Passion developing into urgency.

He strokes Himself within me.

Our waltz has finished. Our tango begins.

He possesses me. He consumes me. 

i writhe. i press back.

Passion.

Urgency.

Need.

i am His.

i feel the coiled serpent within my belly curl tighter. 

The rack jerks under Our movements.

A word leaves my lips, though i cannot comprehend it.

Words leave His lips, and they sear into my senses...

"Cum. Now."

There is no control in this. No possible possession over myself, over my body. 

i obey and the serpent releases and suddenly i am consumed. All my senses explode and within me, every muscle tightens hard.

i cry. 

i tremble.

i groan. 

i tremor.

A lifetime passes before i come to my senses: the hard breathing of both Him and i caressing my ears; the strong smell of sex and leather invading my nose; the feel of His burning and glistening body pressed up against my back. 

i am His.

"Turn your head."

i obey.

He removes the blindfold and i blink as light blinds my eyes. i quickly adjust.

i feel my hands become released from their bonds. my muscles ache.

i feel weak, yet strong. Drunk yet focused.

He turns me to face Him.

i look up into His eyes and He down into mine.

i smile a soft smile.

He smiles back.

His lips find mine and i part mine to His. 

We kiss. 

i am possessed.

i am owned.

i am whole.

i am His.



The Dance



You sit alone in a dimly-lit alcove to one side of the room, a tall green cocktail standing untouched on the table before you. Your clothes are dark and well-fitted, and place you towards the more affluent extreme of this humble establishment's clientele. 

Like all the -- mostly -- men in the room your eyes are fixed on the stage at one end, where a tall athletic woman with a smooth-shaven head is finally unbuttoning the long dress which has followed her elegant and sensual gyrations these past few minutes like a billowing trail of white flame.

The last button pops open and she gives a twirl. The dress bells outward, raises, opens and finally flies away from her body as she spins... once... twice... on the third revolution she comes to a stop facing her audience, entirely nude. One arm is tight across her breasts, pulling them in and up, while her other hand rests demurely between her crossed legs.

The heavy pulse of the music pauses for a moment, dissolving into a textured swirl of sound as she holds that statuesque pose, standing perfectly still with the spotlights gleaming on her chocolate-brown skin. Then the beat picks up once more, and she resumes her graceful, alluring dance.

Every step is perfectly timed, each spin and swing deliberate and controlled. Her hands always seem to be covering her most intimate parts, revealing only an occasional dark flash of nipple or fleeting view of her hairless crotch. Her bottom she cannot hide, to the evident delight of her admiring fans. As the music nears its climax she stops moving, facing away, and those slender brown cheeks draw my gaze as though I am standing on the edge of a high cliff, unable to tear my eyes from the drop below.

She turns her head and smiles, teasingly, over her shoulder. She grabs and squeezes her buttocks, widening the inviting shadow between them, then slaps the firm flesh causing barely a ripple. She turns, no longer covering herself, and as the music enters its final passage she strides purposefully to the front of the stage, her heavy, naked breasts moving almost imperceptibly with each swing of her hips.

She squats down slowly, and her hands move between her parting thighs to cover the final secret of her nakedness. As the last chord fades she takes her hands away, places them on the floor behind her and arches her back. For a few silent seconds a hundred pairs of eyes -- my own included -- are aware of nothing in this world but the wide-open pink flower of her pussy.

The stage falls dark, and the room erupts in thunderous applause.

Ah, Diana, I think to myself, smiling. What an artiste.

I return my attention to you, sitting there clapping along with the rest of them. You do not whoop or cheer, as many do. There is something reserved and mysterious about you, and the way your darkly penetrating gaze moves about the room with a kind of detached evaluation.

I'm not sure why you have captivated me as you have. There are, by some standards, more attractive men here. But you have a quality they do not, and I am curious.

In the past half hour I've seen a dozen girls come up to your table offering private dances in one of the booths on the balcony level. Women of assorted shapes, sizes and colourings -- this establishment caters to a wide variety of tastes -- have approached you and each one you have declined, always with the same polite smile and almost regretful shake of the head. Perhaps a five-minute look-but-don't-touch lap dance, forever under the roving, watchful gaze of our burly and humourless bouncers, is not enough for you. Perhaps you are looking for more than cheap titillation and thrills.

This suits me perfectly, because what I have to offer you will certainly not come cheap.

I circle the large room, smiling at a few punters but ignoring their beckoning glances. I approach your table, choosing a course that will keep me in your line of sight for as long as possible before I pass by. From the corner of my eye I see you look at me, but I turn my head away pretending to smile at someone in the distance. I walk slowly, and only as I pass right beside you do I meet your gaze. I flash you a smile as I walk by, but do not slow or stop. In a mirrored column ahead of me I see you turn your head to watch as I walk away.

I linger in the shadows at the back of the room, hidden from you. I see you glance around several times, a different expression on your face now. Eager, searching, almost pleading.

Perfect, I think with a wicked smile. It seems I have captivated you as you have captivated me.

I wait a few minutes, then walk by you again in the other direction, letting you observe me from behind. I'm wearing a short black babydoll which only just covers me. Although the lacy fabric is thin to the point of nonexistence, it appears opaque in this tastefully subdued lighting.

When I am only a few paces in front of you I feign a slight stumble, and my right foot slips out of my stiletto-heeled shoe. I bend to retrieve it, and feel the back of the negligee rise up over my bottom. I take my time slipping my foot back into the shoe, treating you to a tantalising view of my round, slender behind. My arse has been called divine, heavenly, peachy and perfect. I wonder which word you would choose.

As I straighten I think I hear you say something, but I ignore you and walk away, bound for a staff-only area where I know you cannot follow.

I wait another fifteen minutes before coming to you again, only slightly concerned that you might have become exasperated and left. You haven't. You are still sitting there, watching the stage distractedly.

Another show has begun. Three women -- already naked and covered in glistening oil -- are engaged in some frankly bizarre erotic display involving a giant inflatable banana.

You see me, and I see you. I meet your gaze the moment I'm in your view, and walk purposefully up to your table. I stand over you, and your eyes roam down from my face over the full round curve of my bust and the black babydoll hanging beneath it, down my naked legs to my feet, and back up again.

It seems you are too spellbound to invite me to join you, so I sit down anyway, right next to you. My thigh touches yours. You swallow.

If you're trying to keep your cool then I'm afraid you are failing. Your desire could hardly be more obvious if your tongue were hanging out.

"Hello," I say.

You return the greeting smoothly, composing yourself, and we exchange names.

"So," I say, "would you like a dance?"

You look almost disappointed that I've come to the point so quickly, but you don't know what I have in mind.

"I don't mean a quick strip out in the open," I say with a gentle laugh, nodding up at the balcony and its little booths. "Nothing so obvious. There are some more... private rooms about the place. And in there, we can take all the time we need."

You say something, but it is lost in the music. I lean closer, letting my perfume wash over you, letting the heat of my body caress you.

"Time for what?" you repeat.

"Well," I say, smiling coyly. "What do you want?"

You seem lost for words for a moment, then change the subject.

"How much?"

I name a figure. Your eyes widen and you shake your head, but I persist.

"I promise it'll be worth it," I say, leaning even closer and placing one hand on your thigh. "It'll just be the two of us, sweetie. No bouncers, no cameras. Just you, and me."

I slide my hand up your thigh and find a stiffening bulge in your trousers. It moves and swells as my fingers gently caress it, teasing and stroking through the fabric. I lift out of my seat and bring my mouth to your ear. 

"I guarantee you will be satisfied," I whisper breathily. My cleavage is right on front of your face, my flesh almost touching yours. You give a tiny moan as I squeeze your cock, unable to tear your eyes from the shadow between my breasts. I sit back down and let go of you.

"Interested?"

You sit there for a moment, breathing heavily, and then nod your head.

"Perfect," I say with a smile. "Let's do it then."

Despite your apparent horror at my asking price, when you open your wallet I see a wad of almost twice as much. You hand over the money and I stash it away in the tiny purse sewn inside the babydoll. Then I lead you up the wide stairway to the balcony, past a line of open booths where women in various states of undress drape themselves over the swollen crotches of breathless men, and through a discreet black door hidden behind a hanging drape.

The stairway beyond is steep and narrow. I have to take off my shoes to climb it safely, and as I ascend I can sense your face level with my behind, only inches away. I stop suddenly, and you carry on into me, your face briefly touching my bottom through the thin lace of the babydoll. I look back over my shoulder with feigned shock.

"I'm sorry," you blurt out. "I didn't mean..."

"It's alright," I say, smiling. "But you'll need to kiss it better."

I lift the hem of the negligee, letting you see my bum beneath the lacy arches of my French knickers. You lean forward tentatively, licking your lips, and place a kiss in the centre of each pale cheek.

"That's better," I say, letting the babydoll fall back down. "Come on."

I continue up the stairs. You follow.

The quiet, upper levels of the club are a maze of tiny corridors. I lead you to a small room illuminated by soft uplighters on deep-red walls. The thick carpet feels luxurious on my bare feet as I lead you inside and gesture at the low leather chair in the room's centre.

"Sit down and take off your shoes," I say. I close the door behind us as you take your place in the chair. The room is quiet except for a distant heartbeat of music from the floors below, felt more than heard.

"So... what happens now?" you ask, voice almost steady.

I smile widely in response, and walk slowly across the room to stand over you, untying the babydoll and opening it to reveal my matching black bra and panties.

"What do you think?" I ask rhetorically, jumping up to straddle you. I grind my crotch down onto the obvious bulge of your stiff penis, feeling your hardness press into me, feeling myself grow wet with the sensation. Your head lolls back and you close your eyes, moaning. I ride you like this for a few moments, letting the negligee slip down my arms onto the floor, and run my hands up and down your chest. I cradle your head and pull you into my cleavage again, smothering your face with the warm, smooth globes of my breasts.

I push you back suddenly and lift myself up, away from your hardness. I reach behind my back and unhook the bra, then hold the lacy cups in place with my hands and squeeze my breasts together. The bra falls away and I kneel over you, my tits surrounding your face, small nipples pink and hard. I move one towards your face.

"Suck it, baby," I say in a whisper.

You take my nipple into your mouth and suck it wetly. I slide one hand down to my crotch and rub my clitoris through my knickers.

I pull back and sink down onto you again, circling and grinding my pussy on you for a few moments more, then jump up off the chair and start to dance in front of you. The gusset of my panties feels wet between my legs. They'll have to come off soon.

Although not to Diana's high standards of grace I have, as they say, some moves on me. As I spin and strut before you, naked but for the French knickers, your desire rises fit to burst.

I turn my back on you and lean forward, putting my hands on my buttocks and squeezing. Then I straighten and very, very slowly pull my knickers down. At last my arse is revealed to you in its full, naked glory. Round, pale cheeks split by a shadow I know you would love to explore. When the knickers hit the floor I lean forwards again, putting my hands down on the soft carpet. My thighs and cheeks are spread wide open, and I hear you gasp softly as you see my pussy lips glistening, and my tight arsehole pulsing as though I am eager to take you inside me, and squeeze.

I suddenly take a pace backwards, towards you, and sit down. Your cock -- surely as hard now as it can be inside those trousers -- nestles between my buttocks as I rock my hips back and forth. You moan out loud as my arse slides along your concealed erection.

I've made men cum in their pants by doing this, but I stop before there's any risk of that. I stand up and turn to face you. I put a foot on the arm of your chair, then jump up to stand over you. I crouch down, opening my legs and letting you see my flawlessly-waxed pussy only inches away from your face. Close enough to see my wetness in exquisite detail, close enough to feel the heat of it, close enough to smell my arousal, and only just too far away to taste it.

I take hold of your hands and bring them up to my breasts, encouraging you to caress and squeeze their firm roundness, while my own hands move between my thighs. I slide two fingers easily into my cunt and moan loudly as I finger-fuck myself with a wet sound. After a few thrusts I withdraw my fingers and place them against your lips.

You breathe in heavily, and I'm sure the scent of my pussy is fresh and clear to you.

"Lick," I command.

You extend your tongue and lick my slick fingers, tentatively at first but then with greater abandon as my cunt-taste electrifies you. You take both fingers into your mouth and suck wildly, your hands stroking and squeezing my tits, the firm flesh yielding to your touch. You slide one hand down over my stomach and between my legs, and your questing fingers quickly find my clit and begin to circle it. Your touch thrills me, but I pull your hand away and smile.

I jump to the floor, roughly slide your legs wide apart, and kneel down in front of you.

"Get it out," I say, staring down at the bulge in your crotch. "I want to see your dick."

Breathless, you quickly undo your belt and fly, and slip your trousers down a little. Your boxers follow, and at last I see your penis as it swells to its full -- and impressive -- length and girth.

"Very nice," I say, looking you in the eye.

Before you can respond I am already holding your cock, sliding my expert hands up and down your length. My other hand cups your balls, massaging them gently as I wank you towards ecstasy.

"Oh fuck!" you breathe. "I'm going to..."

"Not yet!" I say, stopping my hand quickly at the base of your shaft and squeezing harder beneath your balls. "There's no rush, baby. We have all the time in the world."

I feel the pulsing in your cock abate a little, though it never softens for a moment. I release you, deciding that you need to cool off a little before we continue. I climb up to kneel on the arms of the chair again, this time facing away from you. My bottom is right in front of your face, and you need no prompting to begin caressing me with both hands, stroking and squeezing and parting those perfect cheeks to reveal my tight pink anus.

I reach between my legs and finger my pussy again, slicking up one finger which I then withdraw and move slowly up between my cheeks. I circle my rear hole with one glistening fingertip, and give a genuine gasp of pleasure as I slide the finger up my bum. My other hand reaches down, and I finger-fuck myself in both holes as you grip my buttocks tightly and thrust your frustrated dick at nothing. You reach one hand down to touch yourself, but I quickly stop masturbating and climb away from you.

"No wanking, baby," I say sternly. "Your pleasure is all mine."

"Okay," you say, resting your hands on the arms of the chair.

I kneel down between your legs again, and pull your trousers and boxers all the way down. I fling them away, run my hands up your muscled legs and chest, then start undoing your shirt so that in moments you are as naked as I am, sitting in that chair, waiting for my touch.

I grip your cock again and start to caress it gently. As your eyes close, I reach my other hand down inside the discarded babydoll, to the hidden purse, and take out a foil-wrapped condom. You gasp and open your eyes when you feel the thin latex being rolled down your length, and look at me with an expression of almost comical surprise.

"What?" I ask. "You thought this would just be a hand job?"

You say nothing.

"No, baby," I say, lowering my face and taking the tip of your cock into my mouth. I give one long, hard suck on it, then draw back to look at you. "You're getting the full service."

I love giving blow jobs almost as much as I love licking pussy, and I've been told more than once that I have quite a talent for both. I especially love tasting a man's cum as it gushes into my mouth. It's a pity that there have to be rules, even here. I suck on your cock through the barely-there rubber, one hand gripping your shaft as my mouth does its work.

Your moaning and thrusting suggests you're getting close to orgasm, and the way your cock pulses in my mouth as I lick and suck it tells me the same. I withdraw, and stand up.

"You won't last long inside my pussy, baby," I say, looking down at you. "But that's okay. Just enjoy it."

I jump up onto you, my breasts around your face again and the opening of my vagina mere millimetres from the straining tip of your penis.

"Oh that reminds me," I say suddenly. "It's another two hundred if you actually want to cum."

Your panicked expression makes me literally laugh out loud.

"Only joking," I say with a wink, and then sink down onto you.

Your length penetrates me, your girth opens me and I moan aloud as my tight pussy slides up and down your dick. I give a few hard thrusts, my tits bouncing in your face, and then stop, squeezing you inside me and allowing you just a moment to pull back from the brink before thrusting again. Another pause, another squeeze, another breathless moment of soon-to-be ecstasy. I wonder how long I could keep doing this, how long I could keep you poised on this brink.

I pull up off you. You look at me with a pleading expression, obviously desperate to cum. I've danced for you, stripped for you, stroked you and sucked you, fucked you and teased you and pulled back each time. I very nearly feel sorry for you.

"Ready to cum?" I ask.

You seem unable to talk now, but you nod vigorously several times. It's safe to say you want to cum.

"Okay," I say.

I turn away and sit down on you, taking your cock smoothly inside my pussy. You grip my arse as I bounce up and down, every motion a warm caress around you. I'm no longer teasing, no longer holding back. I'm fucking you to the end now.

"Oh fuck!" you roar. You thrust so hard that you tip me off you, onto the floor. You fall forward off the chair, landing on your knees behind me. "I need to cum!" you gasp, moving towards me.

"Hold on, baby," I say as I straighten and turn to you. I guess I can tease you just a little bit more.

"I need to..." you begin, but I put a finger to your lips.

"You've lasted longer than I thought you would, baby," I say. "So maybe you deserve a special treat. Do you like anal?"

Again you nod vigorously, mute with the agonisingly suppressed pleasure.

I drop down onto all fours again, spreading my legs to part my buttocks and expose my anus to you once more. You move towards me, but again I push you back. I slip a finger inside my pussy, slicking it up again before pushing it inside my arse, preparing my tightest and most coveted opening for you.

"Okay baby, do it," I say. "Fuck me up the arse. Cum in my bum."

You waste no time. You move forwards and press the quivering tip of your cock against my arsehole. There is almost no resistance, and you slip easily up my bum and begin thrusting right away.

You last only seconds. With a loud, primal roar you cum inside me. Your cock spasms and pulses inside my tight rear as you shoot your load into the rubber. You grip my hips and keep thrusting, your balls slapping my pussy as you fuck me relentlessly, squirting out every last drop of spunk.




The Dance



Spent, sweating and shivering, you pull out of me and slump gently into a heap on the soft carpet. The condom is a drooping bag of white spunk hanging from your slowly-detumescing dick. I pull it off, tie it and bin it before you make a mess.

As I do this your cock begins to harden again. I'm amazed, you look spent and barely conscious, but you are getting another erection.

"Well," I say, "you did pay a lot of money for this."

I begin to stroke you again, and quickly you are as hard as before. Your eyes remain closed, but you are clearly back with me. I take my hand away and help you back into the chair, then kneel between your legs to start wanking you again. I use a multitude of strokes to stimulate you -- spiralling my fingers around your shaft, gently squeezing the head between my fingers, circling the underside of your glans with my thumb. I even, briefly, fuck you with my tits. I slide those large globes of flesh up and down your penis, feeling a dribble of pre-cum spread over my skin, conscious of the throbbing heat which tells me you are close to orgasm again.

I am not, however, going to let you spunk all over my chest. Few pleasures are denied you tonight, but that is one of them. Instead, as I feel you twitch and swell in my hand, I snatch up my knickers from the floor and wrap them around your cock. You look down at me and smile, then close your eyes and give a long, low moan as I start to rub the pussy-soaked lace up and down your dick. You jolt in the chair as though electrocuted, thrusting your hips, fucking my hand with your panty-covered dick.

You cum. You make hardly a sound -- just a breathy sigh -- as your cock pulses and spasms and fills my knickers with thick white spunk. I feel it drip down my hand, viscous, wet and hot. You shudder and jerk, your cock throbbing in my hand as I squeeze the very last of that hot liquid out of your balls.

A few moments pass in quiet stillness. You sit in the chair, sweat-sheened and panting, my cum-soaked panties still draped over your dick, while I kneel before you, my breasts glistening with pre-cum and a slyly satisfied smile on my lips. There are tissues in a box under the chair. I hand some to you and then start to clean myself up.

A few minutes later we emerge from the private room, clothed and wiped clean though I am still a little sticky and the babydoll clings to me oddly. Thankfully my deceptively compact purse also contained a spare pair of knickers. I lead you through the warren of corridors to the stairway. You pause at the top.

"Here," you say, getting out your wallet and opening it. "That was, ah, fantastic. Never had anything quite like... well, anyway, here's a tip."

You hold out the cash. I open the babydoll, exposing my underwear to you again.

"Right boob," I say.

You look confused for a second, then laugh and gently slip the money into my right bra cup, down underneath my breast, giving it a little squeeze as you withdraw your hand.

"Oh," I say, pouting. "Nothing for the left one?"

I shake my other tit, letting the flesh ripple at you.

You sigh, but smile and push another wad of cash into my left bra cup. You take another few notes and draw closer, putting your arms around me and lifting the back of the babydoll.

"And a little something for your peachy little arse," you say, slipping your hand down the back of my knickers and leaving another roll of cash pressing against my left buttock.

"You've already given it quite a big something," I say with a wink. "But thank you."

I turn and lead you down the narrow stairway, out onto the balcony and back into the noise and heat of the club. The stage lights are up, and a curvaceous blonde woman is demonstrating the finer points of accessorised autoeroticism to a highly attentive audience.

As we descend the wide stairway you lean closer to me and speak over the music.

"I'm sorry, that, er... blew my mind," you say. "What's your name again?"

"Myr," I reply.

A trio of raucous businessmen now occupy your table. You follow me as I walk past them, making for the back of the room and the way out. You still follow as I walk out into the reception area, and up to the counter. The elegantly dressed woman behind the desk smiles at me, then walks off into the cloakroom.

You look a little confused as I wait there. For a moment, perhaps, you wonder if I am so enchanted by your company that I plan on coming home with you.

I'm afraid not.

"Are you done for the night?" you ask uncertainly, as I take my thin summer jacket and put it on.

"I guess so," I say.

A bouncer opens the door for me, and we step out into the warm London night.

"You're going home dressed like that?" you ask. "Don't you get changed when you finish work?"

"Work?" I ask, then laugh. "Oh, I don't work here."

"You don't?"

"No, I just popped in because I know a few of the girls," I explain. "Also the manager and his wife are old friends. My first threesome, in fact. Charming couple."

"But we just... I mean... erm... you know... we..."

"Fucked, yes, I noticed," I say easily, making for a line of black cabs waiting at the kerb. "I saw you and decided I wanted sex. I thought that's what you wanted, too. Was I wrong? I hope you don't feel I coerced you in any way."

"No... no, that is what I... well, I did want, you know... and all that, but..." you stammer, then lower your voice. "I paid."

"Yes, and that was very generous of you," I say with a smile, turning to face you with one hand on the door of the lead taxi. "But that isn't the sort of service this place provides, sweetie. It's a strip club, not a brothel. You just got lucky." I wink at you. "Anyway, goodnight!"

I open the taxi door, climb inside and close it behind me. The window is already open. I lean out, reaching inside my bra to pull out some of your money and wave it at you.

"Thanks for the tip!" I call brightly.

The taxi pulls away and you are left slack-jawed on the pavement. I shove the money back under my tit and settle into the seat, laughing my peachy little arse off as I vanish into the night.



The Dance



The dinner part of the dinner dance was actually a bit boring. Hubby, my sister and myself sat at a table with other couples, and with my sister the only single person. We ate our mediocre meal, chatting about mundane things. All the husbands, except mine, spent the whole time staring at my cleavage, and flirting with me, and my husband spent the whole time chatting with my sister.

I was starting to get fed up with it all, when the dancing started. There were no unattached men, so the three of us danced together, and I could feel the lust from all the frustrated husbands as they ogled my see through dress, with my tiny purple thong underneath. I actually didn't mind the attention, and was getting increasingly turned on, but their wives were looking daggers at me, and there was no way any of the husbands were going to risk a divorce to get to dance with me and therefore touch my body. 

Finally, a load of guys swarmed into the room from the lobby and walked straight onto the dance floor. There were a good number of seriously hot guys, mostly about ten years younger than my sister and me, which is perfect. Carol said something harsh to poor hubby, and he shot off like a scolded cat, which left the two of us dancing together. In only a couple of minutes two guys asked us to dance. We had a couple of dances, but, for me, there was no chemistry. My guy couldn't get over his lust for me enough to actually be able to construct a sentence, so he just looked down my top.

I said goodbye to him, and Carol had to follow, a little annoyed I thought. I explained to her what the problem was, but before I finished, I spotted two gorgeous hunks looking at us from the bar. I caught the eye of the better looking of the two, in my opinion anyway, and gave him a little smile. A second later they were moving towards us like two Crocodiles closing i on their prey. I was really enjoying being their prey, and Carol cheered up immensely when she realized they were homing in on us.

The guys didn't bother asking anything, they just held out their hands to take us to dance. I liked the guy straight away. He told me that he was Paul, divorced and playing the field for a little while. He smelt great,was confident, fit, and charming. After a couple of dances there were some slow numbers and he pulled me into his arms, and held me firmly while we danced. Soon I could feel a bulge in his trousers, and I asked him if he was having fun. He said that every man in the room was jealous of him, especially my husband, and I told him that hubby fantasized about me having sex with another man when he wanked.

Paul obviously liked that news as he kissed me gently on the lips, as his hands held my bum cheeks. He kept on kissing me, caressing my lips with his, running his hand up and down my back, then over my bum cheeks again. He changed to kissing my ear and neck as his right hand explored my breast, and I realized that my husband was watching all this happening and I felt so excited. I was getting really aroused, my nipples were hard as buttons and ultra sensitive, and my thong was soaking wet, with moisture running down the inside of my legs.

Eventually the slow music switched back to pop so we left the dance floor heading for our table.

We sat down on the other side of the big table from hubby, and since all the other couples had left, he looked a bit foolish on his own, which was my intention. I told him to go and buy two bottles of champagne and to bring four glasses, and to get himself a beer.

Paul and I started kissing again with his hand snaking up between my legs, to discover my soaking wet panties.

Hubby eventually got back, with a pretty little waitress in tow, carrying the glasses. He poured all the champagne, thanked the waitress, rather too sweetly I thought, then I introduced Paul to him, telling him that I had told Paul all about his little cuckold fantasy. He looked so crestfallen, and I thought 'that'll teach you to flirt with waitresses' and Paul reassured him that he would be happy to fulfill his fantasy, which was even funnier.

Paul then suggested that hubby should sit next top me, the other side from Paul, so he could see what was going on.

My new beau then instructed my husband to put his hand on my left knee and pull my legs apart. That was sooo sexy!

Paul quickly got my knickers off and lifted them up in his hand for everyone to see. I thought that I should be embarrassed, but actually I was thrilled and unbelievably aroused at being seduced by so confidant and controlling a man. He gave my thong to my husband, telling him to put them in his pocket

Paul's fingers were magical, they were inside my pussy, and playing with my clitoris at the same time. I knew I was going to cum really quickly, and was a bit worried about people hearing me cry out, but there was no way I was going to try to stop my new lover from satisfying my lust. I went over the edge, and managed to confine my sounds to a whispered 'I'm cumming' and some little moans.

Once I'd finished and calmed down, Paul invited me to his room, and I really wanted to say yes, but I declined, saying that I wasn't yet ready. That wasn't true, of course, I wanted to go to his room so much, but I knew that my husband wasn't ready. I wasn't totally stupid, of course, and Paul and I exchanged phone numbers, and I suggested he ring me mid week and we could perhaps arrange to have dinner the following Saturday. I promised not to be so selfish next time we met.

This was all play acting, so I could later tell my husband that I had turned Paul down, and wouldn't be seeing him again. I fully intended to ring Paul on Monday and set up a meeting in his hotel room for Tuesday night when my husband would be away in Yorkshire. I certainly wasn't going to waste time on dinner with Paul, I would be seeing him to have sex!

On the drive home I reassured my husband that I loved him and that I would be staying faithful to him. I also promised him sex for Sunday morning, and warned him against getting jealous of my flirtations, or I would make Carol tell me what hold she had over him. He looked a bit sheepish but accepted what I said.

Sunday morning we had nice husband and wife sex, but the whole time I was imagining Paul fucking me. I suppose I should have felt guilty about what I was planning to do, but I just didn't.



The Dance



We are standing at the edge of the dance floor, swaying to the music. The club is crowded, but I can still smell you. Your arm holds me tightly around the waist, pinning my back up against your front. I can feel your arousal pressed into my bottom from behind. Our hips move together to a rhythm that is about so much more than the music.

You brush my hair gently away from my neck and ear. Your gentleness belies the strength I feel from your forearm around my waist. You lean down and whisper in my ear, "You dressed to please me tonight. You are my very good girl. Are you wearing panties?"

As I shake my head no, your hand runs up the outside of my thigh, pushing my thin skirt up to my waist as you feel my naked hip and find the proof you are seeking. 

"Mmmmm, that's my good little slut," you whisper and let my skirt fall back into place.

Releasing my waist, you take my hand and lead me out onto the dance floor. The rhythm is slow but the beat is insistent. You pull my body in close to yours again. We are almost face to face with my five inch heels. Your hands rest innocently at my waist as you stare into my eyes, but I know your thoughts are anything but innocent.

"Don't take your eyes off mine," you command.

The dance floor is crowded. We are pressed even closer together by the bodies of the other dancers on the floor. You run your hands up the outsides of my thighs and up under my skirt until your hands are gripping my naked hips.

"Are you wet for me princess?" you ask.

"Yes sir," I reply, never breaking our eye contact.

Sliding your hand over my hip to my front, you place your hand over my naked pussy. You run your fingers through my slit and find me soaking wet for you just as promised. With one hand still gripping my hip, you bring your wet fingers to my mouth. You don't have to tell me what to do. I know what you want me to do. I open my mouth to take in your fingers and lick them clean. I look you straight in the eyes the entire time I lick and suck my juices from your fingers.

The look in your eyes is feral now and I know I may have pushed it too far in a public place.

Taking me by the hand, you drag me from the dance floor. Your stride is purposeful as you lead me to the back of the club and a dark corridor that houses the bathrooms.

I think you're going to take me into one of the bathrooms but you don't. Instead you push me up against the wall. Once again, your front is pressed up against my back. You push your hardness into me so I can feel what I have done to you.

"A man can only take so much teasing before he has to fuck his slut," you tell me.

"Pull up your skirt, push out that sweet little ass for me and spread your legs," is your command.

I am terrified that someone will come around the corner and find us. But I am more afraid of not doing what I'm told. The idea of being discovered is scary...the idea of displeasing you, unthinkable. Only giving you pleasure, making my body available for you whenever you want and need it, matters to me in this moment.

The music from the club is loud, but I can hear you unbuckle your belt and lower your zipper. An ominous sound that seems to drown out every other sound around me. 

You position the head of your cock at the entrance of my pussy, grip my hips roughly and slam into me all at once.

With this beginning I think you are going to fuck me fast and hard, but instead you begin to stroke very slowly. Rocking into me little by little, in and out.

You lean into my ear and whisper, "Oohhh god yes. Your hot little cunt feels so good."

You quicken your pace and I know you are getting close because your breathing is rapid and hot in my ear. You are slamming into me now, harder and faster, over and over to the rhythm of the music from the club. I feel you tense up as you cum, spraying your hot seed inside of me.

"Mmmmmmmm, such a good girl," you praise me.

Petting my hair gently, you kiss my neck as you use your other hand to put yourself to rights, refasten your pants and pull my skirt down around my hips again.

I start to turn and walk to the bathroom to clean myself up. You take my hand and pull me back around to face you. As you shake your head, I understand your meaning immediately. I am to leave your hot sticky cum dripping out of my pussy and onto my legs the rest of the evening. I will be able to feel your wetness on the soft skin of my thighs as a constant reminder that I am your obedient girl, your slut.



The Dance



Be gentle, my first submission. But seriously, any comment is welcome.

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While we were talking you mention that you're receiving an honor, by your company, for being the humanitarian of the year. You tell me that there's a formal dinner dance, to honor you and other recipients and you ask if I'd be willing to be your date. Being proud of you, I quickly say yes, even though it only sounds like "I suppose so..."

I get myself dressed in my finest tailored suit and make myself look "purdy" for you, hop in the truck and motor over to pick you up. I ring the doorbell, with a bouquet of roses behind by back, and a bottle of good wine, for when we come home, when much to my surprise you appear before me, wearing a stunning blue, form fitting dress.

The bottoms of my feet begin to sweat.

Being coy, I attempt to subdue my growing erection by presenting you with the bottle of wine and then the roses, as a personal token of my admiration for both you and your achievements. The smile on your face warms my heart, as you just light up when seeing both. I can't help but look you over from head to toe, as the dress leaves almost nothing to the imagination. You lean in to hug and kiss me, I wrap my arms around you and the dress is so sheer and so finely made, that I can't tell where the dress ends and your skin begins, as my hands slide up and down your back.

So, we grab the necessary things and head to the party. Since you are the guest of honor, I decide to make us fashionably late by about 10 minutes. I do this for two reasons. First, is when we make our entrance, ALL eyes are on you and everybody can see how simply amazing you look; and secondly and more selfishly, I do it so all of the gentlemen can see the beautiful woman I get to spend the entire life with.

After all the pomp and circumstance, we have a nice meal, followed by a carafe of very tasty, yet potent wine. We admire you award, hold hands under the table and make small talk with the steady stream of people passing by to congratulate you.

A little later, your boss grabs the mic and announces that the dance floor is open and he would be honored if you, the other winners and their dates would honor the rest of the crowd with a dance. We oblige. As you get up, I attempt to be a gentleman by pulling your chair back as you stand and then presenting you with my arm, so I can escort you out on to the floor. All eyes are on us. It's a slow, jazzy tune, so we are arm in arm and holding each other very close. 

Feeling your body close to mine has always excited me, but tonight, the wine, the excellent company and seeing you looking more beautiful than I've ever seen you look before (which is a feat unto itself, as you always look fantasy inspiring to begin with), images begin to race through my mind of the things I'd like to be doing for you, with you and to you. The song goes on and I decide to behave myself by not moving my hands to any areas that other people may feel scandalous. But every now and then I lean down and whisper into your ear, and tell you how incredible you look, how good your body feels against mine and then how it may be a good idea for us to dance our way out to the truck as there is some what of a protrusion attempting to work its way out of my slacks.

You giggle and whisper seductive things into my ear, teasing me and all I can do is whimper. Being the dutiful date, I am content to dance as long as you wish as it's your special night. After the first dance concludes, we sachet over to our table, take a few more sips of wine and continue dancing, as your boss opens the floor up to everybody. 

As we resume dancing, we spin around and I observe the room and how packed it actually is and then the thought hits me: I can grab her ass and nobody will notice. I go for it, when you least expect it. The lights are dimmed, they are playing a slow Ella Fitzgerald song, "At Last" I believe, when I slip my hand down on to your curvy tush and squeeze. Until then your head was resting peacefully on my shoulder, but at that moment I hear a soft gasp and before I know it I'm looking at you eye to eye. You raise an eyebrow, to which I simply say, I was completely caught up in the moment and in you and I couldn't control myself. I lean in and kiss you softly and then whisper into your ear, telling you again how beautiful and sexy you are and that I would be honored if you would allow me to accompany you home and make mad passionate love to you.

Well, wine being wine, you stop me abruptly, excuse yourself for a visit to the ladies room. I stand around nervously, with my hands over my bulge, praying to God that nobody notices, when you come out of the ladies room and take my hand. I hear you giggling, but what startles me more is the lump that separates the palms of our hands. What's soft, silky and feels like 2 or 3 pieces of string? My mind is racing struggling for the answer, until you tell me to put the object in my hand, into my jacket pocket, as you have a surprise for me.

I can tell by the texture (and the dampness) that it's your thong. Needless to say I'm speechless, yet I manage to take every opportunity to caress your lower back and your sweet tush cheeks when I'm positive nobody's looking or can see.

The party finally starts breaking up, so we decide it's our cue to head for home. Being slightly buzzed, I take my time and focus on the drive. You, being the ornery one that you are, slide over next to me, and buckle yourself into the center seat and commence to teasing me.

Your one hand slides on to my thigh. My mind immediately starts racing and my feet start sweating again. You lean over and kiss my neck and gently nibble on my earlobe. I gasp and mumble something about trying to concentrate and get us home safely. You giggle some more and continue torturing me.

You lay your head innocently on my shoulder, so I relax and let my guard down, until I feel your hand sliding up my thigh and eventually land on my still fairly hard cock.

You giggle and simply say "you naughty boy" as your tease it with your finger nails. By then I'm starting to squirm a lot and start fumbling for a hanky to wipe my brow with. I reach into my breast pocket and pull out what I think is a hanky and start wiping my forehead and you immediately bust out laughing. I'm using your thong to wipe my forehead. We laugh about that and continue driving. After we settle down, you lay your head on my shoulder again, and again I feel your hand on my cock, and you're rubbing it slowly. The tightness became so painful that I begged you to unzip me.

I feel your hand slowly unzip my fly and gently reach inside, searching for the opening of my boxer briefs. Within seconds you have your hands around it and are pulling it out. You lean closer and kiss my neck again and slowly start stroking me.

By now my hearts racing and we're only about 10 minutes away from your home, so I focus on driving and leave myself completely defenseless to you. All I can do is sit and enjoy while we drive closer to home. You stop stroking for a second and reach for something in your purse, that I can't make out and then your hand lands on my cock again. The sensation is completely different, it feels moist, but it feels warm to the touch; much warmer than just your hand. You lay your head on my shoulder ad giggle again and continue stroking my cock almost painfully slow. You whisper in my ear: "This is to keep your attention, until we can get more comfortable."

In my head little alarm bells and whistles are going off and inner perv is as giddy as a school boy. I struggle to keep from pulling off the road and just fuck you right there, but I remind myself that tonight is your night and I want to make it so special for the both of us. By then, we pull into the drive way and I stop the vehicle. I turn and look at you and you're licking your fingers non-nonchalantly and flashing me a "is there a problem?" look.

I compose myself, put the little guy back into my pants, and we head inside. We put things away, in preparation for retiring for the evening. You head upstairs, to slip into something more comfortable. I stand there slack jawed, watching your luscious (and pantiless) tush as you walk slowly upstairs. After I come to my senses, I grab a couple of glasses, and our bottle of wine and join you upstairs.

By the time I get upstairs, you have finished wrapping yourself in a sheer silk kimono and are in the process of hanging up your dress. I pour us each a glass of wine and start taking my suit off. You move over to the bed, turn, sit and then jokingly say "strip for me". I look at you, raise an eyebrow, decide to return the favor and then begin a little impromptu performance.

Teasingly I remove my jacket slowly. Rocking my hips from side to side, I loosen my tie and start unbuttoning my shirt. My shirt being completely open, I finish taking off my tie, twirl it around in circles and then toss it to you. I slowly take my shirt off, while you watch intently. I toss my shirt on to the chair next to the closet and unbutton and unzip my pants. Swinging my hips from side to side, my pants, they slowly slide off my hips, down my thighs and land on the floor.

I slide my shoes off and step out of my pants, standing before you, wearing nothing but my socks and boxer briefs and begin to move towards you. You look at me and tell me that I'm not done yet. Standing there with a mock appalled look on my face, I make a production of slowly taking off my socks. Half dancing and half walking I move over to you and ask for help with my last shred of clothing.

Rocking my hips from side to side, and feeling a little embarrassed by now, I dance in front of you as you slowly peel my undies down my hips and down my thighs, until gravity finishes the job for you.

You study my body, from head to toe, you take another sip of wine and lick your lips seductively and then you look up into my eyes and ask me to make love to you. I stop dancing and move slowly towards you, on the bed. You slide and lean back as I move closer, as if to receive me. I kiss you passionately and run my hand down the side of your body. I hoarsely say "not just yet".

I need to kiss you, hold you and play with you for a little while, before we make love.

I lay down beside you, you are laying on your back, looking at me. I kiss you softly and then I brush my fingers down the front of your kimono, until I get to the little belt that you have loosely tied. I carefully untie the belt and slowly open each side of the kimono revealing your magnificent body and I can't help but gasp. You are so incredibly sexy, beautiful and all mine. In my head I'm still in a mild state of disbelief that I could have the love of such an incredible woman. Everything about you complements me and my strengths mesh with the few weaknesses you have. On paper we are a perfect match, but together, we are pure magic.

I slide my arm under your head (favorite of mine) and I just lay there next to you, kissing you slowly, deeply and very passionately. It's as if I'm trying to convey all of the feelings I have for you and the emotions you inspire, through the act of this kiss. It's hot... Oh my God, this kiss is hot! Sufficed to say, so hot that it makes my cock twitch gently against your creamy thigh.

You giggle a little bit and softly say "Somebody's happy to see me."

Being in a state somewhere between pure love and animalistic lust, I only reply "mmhmm". I kiss you deeper and slide my tongue deep into your mouth. Our tongues connect and slide against each other desperately. I place my hand on your tummy; your skin is so soft and smooth yet hot to the touch. An electric jolt rings through my body as my fingertips slide up and down slowly, while moving closer to your breast.

I feel my erection growing harder, subsequently, you feel it pressing harder against your outer thigh. We break from our kiss, and you look up at me and ask me again, "Make love to me, please?"

I help you out of your kimono and you lay back down on the bed. I lay on my side and pull you up towards me, so you're lying on your side facing me. I grab your left leg and slide it over my hips, as I slide my right leg between yours. In doing so, my cock is pressed right up against your pussy lips. I feel the heat, you feel my throbbing hardness and we both gasp. We kiss again, and just grind against each other and the feeling is almost indescribable. The shaft of my cock just barely penetrates your lips and with every thrust is brushes against your clit.

We wrap our arms tightly around each other, desperately clutching each other, grinding, undulating, kissing, moaning, thrusting, so incredibly into each other. When I look at you it's as if the rest of the world has completely ceased to be. There is nothing else that matters and nothing I could think of could distract me from you. It's as if your soul has reached out and touched mine in such a way that we truly are one.

I need to complete the circle and get closer to you. My body craves to be inside you, my soul cries out to touch yours, through this intense act of love. I shake my hand down between us and position the head of my cock, so it's tip is just inside your lips. I then move my hand around your body so I'm grabbing your tush and I pull you close to me while I slowly thrust into you. Our lips still touching, we both gasp loudly as I slide completely inside you. I feel your nails dig into my back, your leg tighten around my ass and my grip around you tighten as we slowly start rocking back and forth.

Our lips never stop touching, our hands run wildly down each other's body and we slowly thrust and grind against each other. The feeling of unity and pleasure are beyond description. All I am concerned with is your pleasure and showing you how much I absolutely adore and love you, and you offering your body for my pleasure. It's a moment in time that I wish could last forever.

We continue grinding slowly, for what seems like 30 minutes or so, with every second heightening the pleasure and inching us closer to "that moment". While we both weakly try to speed things up a bit, we know, without saying a word to the other, that for right now, slow is the key.

Over and over, my every thrust is met with your pelvis grinding against mine. My cock slides deep inside your tight wet pussy. As I slide back, I pull back as absolutely far as I can without slipping out, before I slowly plunge back inside you, burying myself all the way to the base of my cock.

Before I know it, I feel your pussy starting to pulsate. I know that sensation means you're on the very edge. That causes a series of reactions in me that sets certain things in motion and my balls begin to tingle.

Against every impulse I control my body's primal urge to thrust wildly, and continue slow and steady. You are moaning, I am gasping, my hands are squeezing your ass, pulling you as close to me with every thrust and your nails dig deep into the skin of my back.

Our tongues wildly lashing each others as our bodies begin the first of many powerful convulsions from our grind. I feel your pussy contracting around my cock as my balls contract. The violent wave of pleasure over takes me and my body seizes up before straining to thrust even deeper, to drain every bit of cum in to you. You cry out, and hold your hips tightly against mine, taking everything I have to give you. 

With every passing second, wave after wave of emotion packed pleasure envelops us. We both strain to get closer to each other, in order to share everything we are, with the other.

After a few minutes, the fog of it all lifts and we lay there clutching each other tightly in a lovers embrace. We study each others sweaty faces and while I haven't the clue of what exactly is going through your mind, all I can think of is how lucky I am and how spiritual it was to make love to you (in the purest sense) tonight.

Exhausted, we lay there still intertwined. I am still inside you and make no attempt to pull out. The smile on your face echos the feelings of contentment and satisfaction I feel. You partially open your eyes and say "I'm sleepy". I agree. Yet neither one of us move. We feel so comfortable and so protected, that we drift asleep.



The Dance



Author's note: Greetings to you all and welcome to my first submission to lit. A quick introduction; I am known as The Reluctant Wordsmith, or TRW for short. This being my first story I've chosen to stick to what I know before venturing into dirtier territories. So for those of you who don't like a bit of cheesy romance don't worry, it's only going to get hotter from here on out. This one is a slow burn, but I promise you it'll be worth it. 

I'd like to give a huge thank you to Todger65 for all his help editing, you're a legend. Also to the many authors on lit whose work has kept me sane enough to finally start writing thank you for all your inspiration. So without further ado here it is, enjoy. 

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Adam opened his eyes and looked around the room; he was confused for a second then realised he wasn't in his dorm room. He was back in his parents' house, in his sister's room. Adam stretched out and enjoyed the feeling of being in a double bed again as he thought about the previous few days. He had come back to his parents' house after graduating college to stay while he found a job. His parents were away on holiday for a few months and had left him a generous amount of funds (or as he liked to refer to it "emergency money"). However he had one problem, well two now that he thought about it; his parents had renovated his room into, of all things, a gym. His mum and dad were fitness freaks and had always dreamed of having their own equipment, so as soon as he left for college they demolished his room and set it all up, forgetting that he might be back between college and work. 

He sighed and got up bleary eyed to look for some clothes, Adam liked to sleep naked, he didn't really understand why people needed to wear clothes while they slept and he found it uncomfortable. Adam had a quick glance around for his suitcase, it was probably under the bed again, so he turned to check himself out in the full length mirror that was situated in one corner of the room. 

Adam Rochester was 6 foot 3, his dark blonde hair was kept short and his blue-green eyes stared back at him from the mirror. His toned form greeted him and he looked down to notice his morning wood, he smiled. Adam's erect cock was always impressive, not just because it was 9 inches and more than capable of doing its job, but because when it was soft it didn't really look that amazing. Adam enjoyed this as it always weeded out the more judgemental and shallow girls from the ones that were a lot more down to earth, however despite having numerous one night stands and a few girlfriends he had never found one that clicked. 

Deciding what he really needed was a shower he abandoned his search for clothes, made the bed and then headed to the bathroom adjoining his sister's room. He turned the shower on as his thoughts turned to his sister Charlotte. 

Charlotte Rochester, like Adam, loved the outdoors and took every chance she had to go explore the wilderness; their parents, obviously being fitness gurus themselves, had from a young age encouraged both their children to stay active. Charlotte herself had multiple trophies for a myriad of school sports events. In stark contrast to this Adam, while still working to keep in shape, was very much a cerebral person and had just finished a degree in chemistry. He had hoped to go for a doctorate but he definitely needed some time to himself before he tried that. 

As for his sister he hadn't seen her in about a year, the last time it was at her 21st birthday party "shit what a blast that was" Adam laughed a little remembering Charlotte dancing on the table like a girl possessed by some kind of hip gyrating demon. His sister was actually staying for a few weeks at her current boyfriend's place, or, if anything his dad had said was accurate, what passed as a boyfriend these days. His parents had told Adam to let her know he was staying at the family house but so far he hadn't bothered "She'll be there for ages" he thought. 

Adam turned the shower off and wrapped a towel around his waist; he spent about half an hour grooming himself before opening the door to the shocked look of his sister in bra and panties. 

"ADAM!!" she shouted angrily running to the dresser trying to cover herself "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE!!" 

Adam couldn't help but smile as his sister struggled and as he smiled his eyes wandered over her body. Charlotte had grown into a woman in the 4 years he'd been at college, she was about 5'8 with breasts that were definitely more than a handful while her body was curved like beautiful mountain range dipping and rising in stunning ways. As he looked up he realised he'd forgotten how beautiful her face was. Her eyes were greener than his and her hair was a rusty blonde colour framing her soft lips and slightly pointed nose. He snapped out of his trance as his sister yelled at him, grabbing the blanket from the bed to cover herself. 

"Holy shit Adam when did you get back and why the fuck are you in my room!" She looked down and her eyes widened "In my fucking towel!" 

He put his hands up and tried to calm her down "Look Charlotte I'm sorry but I just got back from college and mum and dad said I could use your room while you're away, which you are apparently not anymore." 

Charlotte glared at him "No I am fucking not!" she snapped as she searched for the dress, "nice of mum and dad to tell me," she seethed as her eyes searched for her dress and spied it next to door Adam stood in. She screwed her face up as she looked at him "do you MIND?!" she pointed and stared at his towel which seemed to be beginning to grow a tent. 

Adam looked down "whoops" he smirked and bent down to pick up her dress which lay to the side of the bathroom door "Nice to have you back too sis," he retorted throwing her the dress. 

She caught it and continued to stare at his crotch "do you mind?, my eyes are up here you know," Adam said smiling. 

Charlotte looked up and made a disgusted face then quickly slipped her dress on; "I'll be waiting in the lounge," she said as she walked out. As she did Adam had an idea, at the moment she turned around to shut the door Adam dropped his towel; the effect was more than Adam could hope for. Charlotte caught him dropping his towel and went bright red then quickly shut the door and went downstairs. Adam smirked then went to get dressed, choosing a pair of dark jeans with a black belt, some black socks, and a loose fitting t-shirt with his College crest emblazoned on it. He sighed "I should probably apologise," so he headed downstairs to find his sister. He found her not in the lounge but in the kitchen making them both breakfast. "Hey what are you doing? You do know I can do my own breakfast right, also aren't you mad at me?". 

Charlotte gave him a smile "oh shush you don't worry about it, it's been so long I just got a shock is all, come on, let's celebrate you coming back for good this time." She finished with the poached eggs and placed them on the table with some bacon she pulled from the oven. They sat down and began to eat, as they did Adam looked up at her "I know I haven't seen you in a long time but I can sense when there's something going on, what is it Charlotte?". 

Charlotte faltered as she ate her breakfast then stopped and looked up, her eyes looked glassy "Adam...My boyf -- I mean Anthony," she looked down and sniffed "he cheated on me, I was all ready to spend some time with him and...and when I got there I noticed a different car in driveway. I thought it might be his friend but when I got upstairs I could hear them." She shivered "It was awful Adam, he tried to say sorry then got angry and blamed me for not doing what he wanted in bed and that's why he had a slut who could do what he wants when he wants." She suddenly burst into tears. 

Adam could barely contain his rage at Charlotte's ex-boyfriend and suppressing his anger, he stood up and took her hand leading her to the couch. They sat down and he held her as she cried, He kissed her forehead "Anthony is a douche bag; you and only you should decide when you are ready to give yourself up and how you want to have sex. If he can't accept that he's not worth your time, it's your body and you should decide what happens with it." 

He held her close before she stopped crying and sat up wiping her eyes "Thanks Adam, It's so great to have you back," she said wiping her eyes. 

Adam frowned, "so where have you been all this time?" he asked. 

Charlotte sniffed then lay back in his arms "At Katie's, you know, Daniel's cousin? She let me stay a couple of nights." 

Adam nodded, suddenly he had idea. "I know a great way to cheer you up," he said, his eyes brightening "Daniel still works at that restaurant right? We should go out to dinner there to celebrate me finishing college, and so you can cheer up and forget about that stupid douche canoe, what do you think?" 

Charlotte looked him blankly for a moment. "you mean...like a date or something?" 

Adam nodded, "I guess?" he said "Bit weird going on a date with my sister but I guess she needs some rest and relaxation." 

Charlotte squealed with delight and before they had a chance to think about what was happening she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him; her lips pushing against his as she kissed him deeply and lovingly. Adam was too stunned to react and Charlotte suddenly realised what she had done, pulling back flustered. 

"Ahem, sorry Adam," she turned bright red and Adam was left stunned, trying to figure out what it meant. Finally he composed himself and resolved to just pass it off as an emotional in the moment thing. 

"She's probably just expressing her massive relief at being rid of that dick Anthony" he thought to himself. Charlotte was still a bit embarrassed so Adam went on as if nothing had happened, smiling he said "I'll give Dan a call." 

Charlotte nodded "That sounds good; it will be nice to see Dan. I can't wait Adam! What shall we do today while we wait?" 

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Adam and Charlotte arrived home and collapsed on the couch "Man you sure know how to spend my money!" Adam said looking at the clothes Charlotte had bought. 

Charlotte laughed and slapped his arm. 

"Your money? Most of that is mum and dad's you know," she smirked taking the clothes and shoes out and ripping off the tags. 

"Yeah but it's mine now," Adam retorted "If it's alright with you I'm going to get ready, we need to get to the restaurant early." 

Charlotte nodded, clearly in post shopping bliss as he went upstairs to get ready. 

Opening his suitcase he took out a suit jacket in its bag, he hung it up and opened it. It contained a cream-white shirt and a black, diagonally striped tie. He looked at his choice then nodded. He chose to go out to his parents bedroom and their bathroom, shouting down to Charlotte "you can have your bathroom back now!!" As he walked into his parent's en-suite he remembered he had contemplated sleeping in his parents room but it was just way too weird sleeping in the bed where his parents had sex. 

He quickly washed himself and as he did heard the other shower going. He remembered her kiss and thought "ok so she kissed me that's fine, and she's going to this dinner thing because she's definitely in there, naked, the water dripping down her naked body as she rubs herself all ove-NO!" He shook his head trying to get the image out "she's your sister man get it together!." He took a couple of deep breaths and turned the water on to cold, cooling off in more ways than one. 

Getting dressed, he took care with each part of the suit then checked he had the essentials; keys, wallet, phone, seeing they were all in order he went downstairs to wait for Charlotte. Adam sat on the chair feeling more nervous by the minute. Try as he might he couldn't get that kiss from the morning out of his mind, it picked and tugged at his brain pulling him towards parts of his psyche he really didn't need opened up right now. He busied himself making sure the taxi and room were booked then took a deep breath. "It'll be fine, no sweat, just take her out for dinner, she'll cheer up then everything will be fine," he checked his watch for the umpteenth time "where the hell is she?". Adam didn't have to wait long to get his answer; he heard Charlotte come down the stairs and the breath was knocked out of his lungs. 

Charlotte appeared on stairs; adorning her feet was a pair of high heels that were held up by an almost silken material winding around her feet and up half her ankle before it disappeared under her dress. The dress itself was a deep forest green that wrapped itself over one shoulder, her breasts and around her midriff before becoming sheer at the waist, and flowing down to her ankles. Her hair hung loose down her shoulders and slightly over her back. and finishing it off was her necklace; a stunning green emerald set in circular white gold. It sat just about where her neckline plunged downward and it was held by a silver chain. Adam stood breathless as she descended the stairs, he suddenly felt wildly underdressed as he held up his arm for her. 

"Charlotte I...wow!" She took his arm "Why thank you sir," she exclaimed, an enormous smile lit up her face as they walked arm in arm out to the waiting taxi. He opened the door and she stepped in, he followed after her. They pulled out and made their way to the restaurant arriving just in time. 

They entered the large double doors and Charlotte sat on a long divan while Adam went to where the maitre de stood waiting, he walked up confidently "Table for 2 please, it should be under Rochester?." The maitre de, a cheerful woman with red cheeks that seemed to never stop smiling, clapped her hands together "Ah yes the newly married couple! Come, come I have a seat especially for you." 

Adam swore under his breath. 

"Uhh yeah that's the one." He tried to sound convincing and made a point of quickly pocketing his left hand. 

Charlotte noticed the commotion and walked up to them "Everything alright? 

"Yeah yeah it's fine honey, long story, let's go grab our table." 

Charlotte looked a bit confused but didn't ask any questions as Adam smiled and followed the maitre de. 

They reached the table and sat down; he had to admit it was a very nice table. The restaurant itself was lit by hanging electric lamps, and candles burned on each table. The ceiling was low and the walls covered in a dark leather material arranged in a square formation; what looked like a dancing area was arranged at the end of the restaurant. Adam and Charlotte were seated at a table a short distance away from a balcony type area; a cool breeze blew past them and a mix of moonlight and streetlight mingled with the lamps and candles of the establishment. With the entire atmosphere Adam couldn't help himself; he looked up at his sister. 

"You look drop dead gorgeous sis," Adam breathed. 

Charlotte smiled from behind a menu, her cheeks flushed a bit "oh it's nothing just something I threw together." 

"Regardless you look amazing" Adam exclaimed. He couldn't help his eyes from lingering over her. 

Charlotte smiled again then busied herself with the menu. Adam called the waiter over and chose a mushroom and scallop carbonara while Charlotte ordered a steak. Adam chuckled a bit at the order as when it came to food Charlotte refused to act like a lady, much to the chagrin of their parents. They talked as they waited; catching up on the few years they hadn't seen each other. Charlotte was still deciding what to study and had recently grabbed a job as a personal trainer. 

The food came out and as they both ate they started to talk again. At one point Adam was about to ask about Anthony but thought better of it; this night was about putting that out of her mind temporarily, not dredging it back up again. They ate and then ordered dessert, Adam opting for a Tiramisu while Charlotte chose a decadent gateau. As they ate their dessert a short, red cheeked, moustachioed man appear at the dance area set up at the end of the restaurant. 

"Ladies and gentlemen! My name is Rudolph, owner of this lovely establishment; it has come to my attention that we have a newly married couple here, please join myself and our house band in congratulating the newly wed couple." 

A smattering of applause rippled through the restaurant and everyone looked around to see where they were. 

Adam's felt his stomach drop "oh no, oh please no, no no please don't let it be us." 

Charlotte looked up from her dessert with a bright smile "Awh isn't that lovely I wonder who the couple is!" 

Adam groaned "Dan I'm going to kill you!" He made a mental note to give him a call when he got a chance and blast his ear hole to smithereens. 

The owner gestured towards the set up behind him which consisted of a keyboard, bass and a small drum kit "Ladies and gentlemen the house band for this evening, our very own, Honey Molasses!" 

From a door perfectly built into the surrounding wall emerged a four piece band that took their places. The singer, a heavy set dark skinned woman stepped up to the microphone and in deep dulcet tones said "We would like to invite the newly married couple Adam and Charlotte Rochester to the dance floor" 

Charlotte half spat her gateau onto her plate as she heard their names being called out and her eyes snapped to fixate on Adam "What the hell?!" she exclaimed. 

Adam sighed, there was no going back now, he took a deep breath then stood up and took her hand "come on, let's go make the most of it" 

Charlotte took his hand, still in a fair amount of shock from the announcement that they were apparently husband and wife and followed him to the dancefloor. The patrons all broke into applause, smiling and cheering once they had revealed themselves, Adam and Charlotte took their places as the applause died down. Drawing her close and slipping his hands around her waist, Adam looked at Charlotte and to his surprise she looked up at him smiling, her cheeks slightly flushed, her eyes bright with...love? was that love? 

Adam was suddenly all too aware of her proximity to him and he struggled to keep his thoughts in check. Charlotte pressed herself against him and Adam felt his pants get tight at the feeling of her body against his, their skin divided only by layers of fabric. He saw Charlotte nervously bite her lip then reach her hands behind his neck and pulled him down so her mouth was next to his ear "Adam, we may never get a chance like this again so I need to tell you something; I love you." 

As soon these words left her mouth the band began to play; the smooth, languid, deep tone of the singer washed over them as they began to play what Adam recognised as the ballroom song by Des'ree from Romeo and Juliet. Adam's head was dizzy and his heart threatened to explode from his chest and somewhere in his mind he realised this wasn't just the love she felt as his sister but something deeper than that. He looked at Charlotte, her face nervous and expectant, took a deep breath, and then held her close and started to dance. As they began to slowly sway to the rhythm he felt Charlotte melt into him, her head resting against his shoulder. 

They became lost in the moment; time slowed as they heard nothing but the ebb and flow of the music around them and felt nothing but each other's bodies moving in unison. It was in this small pocket of a moment that Adam realised something; his mind flashed to the moments in the past growing up that he and Charlotte had shared as brother and sister and suddenly it all made sense, she really did love him, and he loved her. 

This revelation shivered through him and he drew her closer, a sigh escaped her lips as she did and as the song finished they looked at each other and smiled. 




The Dance



"This is it," Adam thought "this is the moment, you either accept it and embrace your fate or continue on and wonder what might have been, come on; suck it up and fucking do it man" 

He acted before his brain had a chance to process the thought and kissed Charlotte soundly on the lips. Her eyes widened and then closed as she surrendered to the feeling of his lips on hers; the kiss deepened and they held it, basking in the sensation of accepting each other's newfound love. They pulled away as the patrons applauded again along with the band and the owner who came out, dramatically wiping a tear away. 

"Ah you two bring such beauty to my humble restaurant," he beckoned to the patrons sitting at their tables, "please, if you have finished your meal come and dance." 

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It was almost midnight when Adam and Charlotte arrived home, they had danced to their hearts content and had a few drinks to celebrate their 'marriage', people had congratulated them and asked all sorts of uncomfortable questions. They'd had to think quickly when asked where their rings were. Adam had to quickly explain that he hadn't been able to afford an engagement ring at the time and quickly made some romantic story up about making their own rings after they'd married using fake ones; he hoped the story stood up. He and Charlotte had definitely played the part, after the kiss Charlotte had made sure he was rarely out of her grip, kissing and hugging him making up elaborate stories about the wedding and the honeymoon and how they met. Adam had remembered at the time being impressed with how much thought had gone into it all. 

They got in the door and took off their jackets leaving their shoes in a pile under the coat hanger. Charlotte pounced on him instantly kissing him passionately her tongue dancing with his as she sighed. 

"Mmmmm Adam, I'm so glad you took me out tonight, you've made me the happiest girl on the face of the earth" She looked expectantly at him "I love you." 

Adam kissed her back then lifted his hand to stroke her cheek, he realised he hadn't told her he felt the same way since she had said it at the restaurant. He kissed her back holding her tight "I love you too Charlotte," he breathed. 

The effect was instant, Charlotte exuded a loud sigh, kissing him long and deep, she pulled away and stood in front of him holding his hands "It's taken me so long to finally get you to admit how you feel about me," she smiled "I've loved you for as long as I can remember Adam, you've always been there for me, my big brother always there when his little sister needed him," 

As she spoke she moved towards the stairs then looked back at him "And now I need you again, only this time I need your love. Since I was old enough I've dreamed about this happening and now I can make it a reality." She turned to face away then moved her hands up to her shoulder slipping the side of her dress down; she shivered slightly then slipped her arm out, pulling her dress down and stepping out of it and up the stairs. 

Adam let out a breath; she looked like she had that morning when he stepped out of the shower only this time even sexier. She wore a black and red lace bra that accentuated her breasts; his eyes followed the straps up her shoulders and down her back to her matching panties which covered the top half of her ass before dipping between her cheeks. He was hypnotized as she swayed up the stairs and disappeared into her room. 

Adam breathed out "well here we are Adam, about to make love to your sister, you sure about this?" He took his tie off then unbuttoned his shirt "I love her, as wrong as it is in every single way, I can't deny it, I want this as much as she does" He smiled "not that I'm complaining, it's been way too long" Already he could feel his cock rise in anticipation as he walked up the stairs to give his sister what she had wanted. 

He entered her room. Charlotte lay on her side and she looked up as he entered and smiled at the sight of him shirtless, his pants straining, she crawled up the bed to him and got up on her knees; he smiled and gathered her in his arms. She moaned at the feeling of their skin touching for the first time and she felt the heat gather between her legs as they kissed each other. His hands slipped up her spine and she shivered as he kissed her neck and shoulder, unclasping her bra and pulling back to let her slip it off. Her breasts were beautiful, smooth and soft, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards him his mouth enveloping her left nipple, licking and sucking. Charlotte moaned at the sensation of his mouth on her and held his head in her hands urging him on. 

"Ohhhh yes big brother, please give me more, I want more!" she begged and pleaded as her pussy became wetter, "show me how much you want your little sister." 

His mouth full, Adam groaned an answer and pushed her back onto the bed, he took off his pants leaving only his briefs that bulged with the sight of his cock straining to get out. Charlotte lay back and stared at his brother's crotch 

"Holy shit" she breathed "since when are you packing bro?" 

"Grower not a shower," he said smiling and crawled up the bed onto her trailing kisses up her leg and stomach. She squirmed as he lingered at her tits, licking and sucking each nipple then giggled a bit as he kissed and nipped at her shoulder and neck. 

"Mmmm stop teasing Adam," Charlotte said pulling him down and moaning as their bodies met. He ground his crotch into her and she moaned louder, her pussy soaking her panties "We need to...Ahhhh...get these off," she gasped grabbing his underwear.  

Adam smirked and helped her remove them, his cock sprang free and Charlotte licked her lips and grabbed it. "Finally!" she said "I've got my hand on my brother's cock." 

Charlotte stroked it and Adam groaned as she did leaning down he kissed her hungrily. He lifted her legs into the air and grabbed her wet panties pulling them up and off throwing them to the side. 

He kneeled and admired her naked body, licking his lips. Charlotte pinched her nipple and slipped her hand between her legs rubbing her clit "Adam please!" she begged "I want you! Please don't make me wait" she whimpered as she slipped her fingers inside her sopping wet slit "I've waited so long for you, for this." 

Adam smiled, if he took his sister's meaning properly it meant she hadn't had sex at all This revelation made him resolve to tease her as long as he could to ensure she got as hot as possible before he took her virginity. Adam leaned down enveloping her in his arms kissing her, their bodies pressing against each other. He had never felt so alive in his life as he held his sister's naked body in his arms, her tits pressed against his chest, her hips bucking up towards his, grinding her wet slit on his hips as she moaned in anticipation. 

He start to work his way down her body, she whimpered and whined as his cock moved further away from her pussy which was drenched in her need for him. Kissing down to her inner thigh he suddenly clamped down on her pussy his tongue attacking her clit drawing circles and triangles sometimes plunging into her pussy to lap up her juices. 

Charlotte let out a deep, long, needy groan and grabbed his head, pushing it down on her pussy, "Ohhhhh yes, fuck yes, lick your sisters pussy, but don't make me come; I wanna come on your cock," she moaned as he hungrily licked and sucked on her clit. 

Adam lapped at her pussy, groaning into it at the sound of her moans. He laughed her statement and decided she was not getting anything until she had cum. He plunged two fingers inside her pussy feeling it clench around his fingers "Holy shit that's tight" he thought. He continued to attack her clit licking and sucking, his face drenched in her juices but still he didn't let up. Charlotte was lost in pleasure, her back arching her mouth open gasping as he stroked her g-spot his tongue darting and teasing her clit 

"Ahhhhhmmmmmm...Adam baby..oh god...baby no I want to cum on -AH!-on your cock please Adam!" she whined and begged as Adam continued to devour her pussy. 

Adam came up and locked eyes with her "As your brother and your lover, there is no way you're going to cum just once," and he buried his face between her legs once again adding a third finger to her tight slit. 

Charlotte yelled loudly as he added the third finger and as she writhed, grabbing the blankets of her bed she felt it start. She had experienced orgasms by herself but this sensation was something else entirely. It started from between her legs and she moaned louder and louder as it rose till finally it reached its crescendo; there was silence as it hit, then the wave broke. 

Adam clamped down on her, sucking her clit as Charlotte let out a long loud yell, the orgasm washing over her. Every fibre in her body screamed out in pleasure, her back arched and she grabbed Adam's head holding him there to make the feeling last as long as possible. Adam held her as her legs shook then started to relax. He lifted his head up to kiss her and she grabbed his head kissing him fiercely, and then yelped as she felt his cock against the entrance to her pussy 

"Easy," she breathed, her orgasm lingering "When I say I waited for you I really do mean I waited for you," She smiled at him "My big beautiful brother, I've wanted you to make love to me for so long, I can't believe my dream is finally going to come true, I love you." She rested her palm on his cheek. 

Adam looked at her then kissed her palm "I love you too Charlotte, I love my little sister, with everything I am" 

He got into position, his cock teasing the folds of her soaked slit, She whimpered, trying to push herself down on him. "Are you ready little sis? once we do this there's no going back." 

She drew him close and whispered into his ear "Scaredy cat." 

He smiled, and then slid his cock inside her. 

Charlotte yelped in pain as she felt the tip of his prick against her hymen; slapping his shoulder playfully she took a deep breath as she got used to the feeling of him inside her. After a moment she nodded "Ok I'm ready." 

She winced as he pushed against her; finally breaking through he slid three quarters of the way inside her, groaning at the tightness of her pussy squeezing his prick. Charlotte yelled out in pain as he broke through. She took a deep breath and composed herself before nodding and wrapping her legs around his waist urging him to go deeper. 

Adam grabbed her hips then drew out a bit and slid his member deep inside her till their hips met, he let out a long groan "Holy you're tight sis," he exclaimed as her deliciously wet cunt squeezed his cock. 

Charlotte let out a small moan in reply, the feeling of him filling her up smothering the pain of her virgin pussy being penetrated. After a moment she started to move her hips letting out small whimpers of pleasure as she felt him sliding along her inner walls "Mmmm it feels better now, go slow big brother." 

Adam matched her rhythm, slowly taking his cock out a little and grinding it back into her beginning to let himself go as she got used to the feeling of him inside her. They started to move together, grinding into each other, breathing as they revelled in the ecstasy of their first sexual encounter. Charlotte moaned again, "oh fuck that's good baby." 

Charlotte gripped his shoulders, her hips rising each time he thrust, Adam could feel her body aching for more "Harder Adam fucking give it to me! Fuck me please! Don't hold back" she begged, and Adam was all too happy to oblige. 

His hands gripped the headboard as he dragged his cock out and slammed it back grinding into her before repeating the motion going harder and faster, 

Charlotte grabbed his ass as he fucked her, pulling him in each time he drove his slick shaft inside her pussy. She moaned louder, her hips meeting his. She kissed him long and deep before rolling him over and straddling his cock, her cunt wrapping around his member she sunk down taking it deep inside her 

"Ohhhhhh fuck yes that's it, let me ride your cock, fuck your sister's sweet pussy like you mean it." 

He pulled her down bucking upwards as he took a nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking it making her back arch. 

He gripped her ass using it to drive his dick harder and deeper, loud groans escaping his mouth growing louder as he felt the pressure build. Charlotte's face was one of pure bliss as she sat up bouncing on his cock, her body slowly becoming engulfed in ecstatic pleasure. 

"Ahhhmmmmm yes baby I'm so close, fuck me like you mean it, cum in your sisters hungry cunt. I wanna feel your cum inside me." 

"Yes, fuck yes Charlotte aaaaahhhhhnnnnggg!!" 

He slammed her down on him as the force of his orgasm drove his hips off the bed lifting her up. He exploded inside of her, his cock pumping her full, painting her walls with ropes of white hot cum. 

She screamed in absolute pleasure as her pussy tightened and the second orgasm of the night went coursing through her, she shuddered, her hands leaning on him as she spasmed, her cunt milking every last drop of cum from his prick. She collapsed onto him and they lay there basking in the aftermath of the consummation of their love, she shivered and whimpered as her pussy continued to spasm making him twitch as he felt it squeezing around his shaft. They lay there in the afterglow for what seemed like an eternity before she felt him grow soft inside her. She rolled off to the side laying her head on his chest as his arm wrapped around her. 

She lay with her hand on his chest listening to her brothers heartbeat slow down; and then spoke. "That was beautiful, I'm so glad my first time was with my brother, I wouldn't want it any other way." She drew herself closer to him, a small shiver running down her spine. 

"At least you didn't have to wait till you were old and grey" he said grinning and chuckling as she playfully slapped his chest. His face frowned "Charlotte what about-" 

"-me getting pregnant?" she finished "Adam I'm 21, don't be stupid, I know what birth control is." 

He relaxed and kissed her head then they shuffled around getting under the blankets, snuggling down, warm and blissful in their love for each other. Adam smiled as they closed their eyes and drifted off to sleep The next few months were going to be a lot of fun.



The Dance: A Gorean Slave Story



When he arrived, she was napping on her slave cushion at the foot of his bed, breasts bare with only a sheer panty covering her heat. Her flame - red hair seemed like a veil covering the soft curves of the body he knew was luscious and sweet. One of her caramel -colored nipples peaked out and he felt his mouth water. She was holding an old shirt in her arms which she often did if he was away. Sleeping with something he had worn, for some reason, comforted her...the scent probably, as she was very responsive to aromas and scents.

He stood for a moment at the doorway, watching her breathe, his body stirred by the sight of her. He had never owned a slave before. Now he had two and was constantly amazed at the range of feelings both girls aroused in him. He had been away for several days, longer then expected and was quite glad to be home. He moved to his chair and watched the sunset through the window. It had been a long trip, and he was tired,but the warmth of the fire and the scent of lavender both his girls used in their baths eased his fatigue.

He looked around the room and his eyes rested on her. She was his First Girl, some called her his love slave. He dismissed that as nonsense, he just knew he did not like to share her. She was his property after all...like a sword or a bow... and why share a good bow? He knew he fully enjoyed her, and some said he spoiled her, but her obedience and service was complete and absolute. She served him from her heart and he was glad he had bought her when he did. 

He saw her wiggle and waited till she was fully awake. Opening her eyes, stretching her body, he watched the cat-like movements she made when waking up. He liked watching her body move. She sat up and when she spotted his bag on the floor, swung her legs around, dark sea- green eyes glistening when she glimpsed him. Melting to her knees on the floor before him, a broad smile on her face, she pressed her warm,coral lips to his feet. She restrained herself from jumping into his lap, knowing better then to try that. She was just happy to have a bit of time alone with him.

"My Master..." The words rolled off her tongue sensuously, a throaty sound, almost a soft moan..."I've missed you soooo much. Did you eat? Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

"No, no. I'm fine. I'll eat later...I really just want to relax." 

He took her in as she knelt at his feet, back straight, thighs splayed as she had been taught. Loosening the tie on her panty, he pulled it off to better display his property. She realized immediately that he was inspecting her and reveled in his eyes roaming her body. She had prepared for his return and made sure she was ready.

She was excited by the inspection, by his eyes on her, a smile or his light touch alone could make her moist. His hand grazed her face and he put his finger in her mouth, instinctively she closed her eyes, sucking. His other hand stroked her silky thigh, and caressed the bush of her pussy which amazingly matched the color of her hair. She was juicy already so he continued to stroke her. He had not had a woman while he was away, not that he couldn't have had one , any paga tavern had sluts to use , but he was very focused on the business of the farm.

"Hmm" he said, "maybe a little hungry." He grinned as he pulled at her nipple.

"But where is kamra? And James," he looked around, "Where is he?"

His brother had stayed in the house while he was gone because it was not safe to leave women without protection, especially slaves.One always had to be careful of strangers, and it was best to have a man in the house. His house was located on family land that was shared with his three brothers, James was his twin. Steven and James were very close and shared almost everything...everything except his red-headed kajira. James felt this was ridiculous, but respected his brother's wishes.

"Master, tonight was dance class. The kajirae are performing their dances, since you were not here, he went in your place. She's been practicing for days. Master would have let me go too, but you were coming home." 

"Ahhh, I missed it then," he shook his head. "For some reason, I thought it was tomorrow. Oh well, good then. I'm glad James went. He should have taken you though, rather then leave you alone."

"Oh Master, but she worked so hard on it. I know you'll be proud of her when you do see it. And she does like the classes. It was good for her to go to class. And I have not been alone long really."

He smiled realizing she had come to love her chain sister, though she was at first so jealous of her. He knew he had kept her as an only girl for far too long. He pulled her to his lap by her collar ring and when she attempted to kiss him he stopped her.

"Hush...be still."

She lay in his arms as his hands caressed her, letting his fingers follow the rise of her breasts, then pulled her nipples as they hardened. The velvet softness of her skin against his hand, the tautness of her belly, the moisture of her pussy as he probed it with his fingers made him forget his fatigue and he grew hard. She moaned, wiggling against him, feeling his cock, and squirming. She whispered.

"Oh My master ooooo...Yesssss." 

He turned her face to his and smiled.

"No, not now. I want to see you dance. Now. Up. Dance for me, now."

She was confused. She thought from his caresses that he would use her. Her body ached for him, but when he said dance, she nodded and rose from his lap. She knelt at his feet in a deep bow, her hands outstretched before her, a position called karta which acknowledges his authority and dominance and is a signal of her submission. 

With no musicians she had to rely on the sounds of music echoing in her soul. So she picked up the tambourine and let the drum beats in her body call to her. Rising, naked, the long, luxurious, fiery tendrils encircled her lusciousness as her hips swayed side to side, her pelvis rocking to the sound of the drum in her head. Hands reaching to the tri-moons of Gor, her palms turned inward, waving like veils in the breeze, her dark eyes seductive as they rested on her Master, then pounding the tamborine against thigh and hip. Licking her full, wine-hot lips, she clicked her tongue in a beat as the nail of a delicate finger trailed over her breast, down the curve of her belly, to the mound of the goddess. She touched her breasts and their ripe fullness spoke to him. She moved her hands over her hips and her belly, the diamond in her navel sparkling in the firelight as her curves glistened with moisture from the dance. 

She bent forward, her glorious, flaming mane askew on the floor as she moved to her knees before him, throwing herself backwards exposing her slave beauty to her master's eyes. She rose again, the drum in her head beating faster, her body lost in its pulsations, lost in the dance, swaying, twirling, spinning, her arms reaching upwards to the stars. The cup of her body holding carnal pleasures like a vessel, his to drink from and enjoy.

She snaked around the floor, pelvis rocking, fingers outstretched toward him. Passion, desire and submission, all present in the dance. Trembling she moved inched to him, stretching her legs, shapely and strong, toward him. She swung her body around and fell to her knees, opening her thighs to his full vision.

Arching her heat, her skin flushed and sweaty, her scent rose to his nostrils as she began to buck in need. Offering herself, she moved to music only she could hear. Her movements wanton and lustful exposing her body, her slave body, as designed for the pleasure of men. 

Bringing her head up, she caught his eye again and threw herself forward on the floor, prostate. Crawling to his feet on her belly, her hair covering his boots, tears in her eyes, she lay there. Her naked body glistening from the heat of the dance, back and ass exposed to him, her surrender complete. In this moment, she did not move, waiting for her Master's response, knowing his pleasure was destiny; she could only hope that her dance was pleasing...La kajira.



The Dance Begins



 Chapter I

Our Journey Into the World of a Dating Wife

Tom and Jane were a young married couple with one child. They had been married for close to two years when this story took place. Jane had been back to work for several months at the insurance company where she had worked prior to having our first child. The time frame was in the late seventies.

Just so you get an idea what we looked like back in the day, Jane is a long haired brunette, a hair color I prefer over all others and green eyes. She is 5 feet 4 inches tall, when we met she she weighed a cool 105 and had the most appealing hips and ass. Her breast were not big, maybe 32C but they sure got bigger when she got pregnant, and she breast fed our first. I think she ended up after weaning at about a between 36 to 38 D after the birth of our first child. She was a very pretty, sexy woman. And by the way she is French.

I am 5 feet nine inches tall weight in at 175, brown hair, brown eyes, ain't got no butt, like most guys but the package was around 7 ½, 8 inches on a good day.

One evening my wife and I were laying on the floor in the living room on some large throw pillows watching TV, it was a warm night, our child was in bed, I was dressed only in my briefs and Jane was wearing one of my tee shirts and a pair of panties, when Jane said, "I hope you don't mind, but I have been reading the stories from those Penthouse Forum magazines you buy."

Of course not, I replied. I turned on my side to face her, the TV forgotten, "What made you want to read them?"

"I guess I wanted to find out what you found so interesting."

"What did you think of the stories in the forum?"

Jane turned to face me, "Not really sure, some of them were pretty exciting to read."

"Which stories did you like reading?"

"Well there were some romantic stories, and those were nice, but most of the stories were of the fantasy category, and I am not so sure I know quite what to think."

Jane went on to say there were some pretty racy subjects, but those didn't interest her. She did say she found more stories of wife sharing, wives dating other men and the like, than any other subject. 

Jane told me she had read many of the stories about men fantasizing about their wives sleeping with other men. She found it hard to understand how a husband could get so turned on by their wives sleeping with other men, and if they really loved their wives, "wouldn't they want them to be faithful and not do that?"

Jane went on to say, as she read the shared wives stories she remembered conversations we had before we were married about my ex wife cheating on me and sleeping with other men and how jealous it made me. Which ultimately had led to our divorce. She recalled that I had told her that I made a vow to myself to never get that jealous and possessive with a woman again. All of which is true. So how could it be Tom was turned on about shared/dating wives when his first wife cheated on him?

"Can I ask you something, Jane asked?"

"Sure, you know you can ask me anything."

"Is that what you would want me to do, date other men, and do what we did when we were dating?"

"Well the thought did cross my mind."

"I don't understand, you got divorced from your first wife for cheating on you, why I am I different, how can you think I could go out with another man on a date, cause you know what happens on dates, I would be cheating on you too!" 

"True, you would be cheating in a sense, but if we agreed that it was alright for you to date other men, it wouldn't be cheating as I would know you were seeing other men, with my permission, really more like my knowledge, because giving you permission is more like I own you, and I don't."

"But, I still don't understand, as your wife and you as my husband it is expected that we remain faithful to each other, and if I did date other men, I would be unfaithful to you, do you know why with me, how I am different than your first wife, how it was alright for me to date, and it wasn't for her?"

I then told her one reason I thought she cheated, "When I met Rachael, she was a virgin and I was the first man to fuck her. She and I used to hang out with her older sister and brother. They were, unknown to me, swingers. Her sister told her about having sex with others and how exciting it was. I think Rachael was influenced by her sister because she began hinting then suggesting we see others." 

I didn't go along with this idea and told her so. Soon after Rachael moved out and I was upset about these turn of events. She returned several weeks later and all seemed well, we moved to a different town for my work and we had our second child. Everything was good until she started working again, she started getting calls in the middle of the night. She claimed they were from a friend of ours that drank too much and needed a ride home. She would go to visit friends and when I would call to talk to her, sometimes she was there and many times she was not. Rachael got pissed at me and destroyed her friends number so I could no longer call. She kicked me out and divorced me shorty after. "But you already know this, as I told you about it before."

"I see similarities in her life and yours, so I decided if you feel the need to explore your curiosity, being you were a virgin when we met and have never dated anyone before me, it would be better if you did so with my knowledge."

Jane then said, "this is a lot to digest for one night. Why don't we sleep on it, to tell you the truth I am feeling like I need some love like only you can give me!"

The next week went by as usual and the weekend came, we were watching TV, after a couple glasses of wine, she started to pick up where we left off.

"So, if I dated other men, wouldn't you want to date other women? I don't think I would like for you to see other women, I would think you didn't want me any more."

"To tell you the absolute truth, you are the most exciting and sexiest woman I have ever met, and your pussy is amazing! I am totally satisfied when we have sex. I don't think I could ever find another woman that could compare to you."

"But yet, you still want to share me with other men, you want to let other men use my, as you say, "amazing pussy". Besides since I got pregnant my body has changed, and in the stories the women all have tight pussies, flat stomachs and are sex goddesses. I don't have a tight pussy anymore, my tummy has stretch marks, and other than my boobs being bigger, I don't think I would be attractive to other men."

"Well as far as the physical changes, you are a woman now, not a tight teenager anymore. I have seen how other men look at you, and when we go out the men seem to line up to dance with you. You look so hot when we go out, It may sound strange but I am so proud to be your husband, cause I have such a hot wife and it really turns me on knowing that you are so attractive to other men." 

"Truthfully, I don't like tight pussy, I love how yours has become looser, I love the way it feels when we fuck, it feels like a sweet caress when I slide in and out of you, and if it could get bigger, I would like that just fine." 

"Well if I was to fuck other men, I suppose it would get bigger, so I guess you would like that, fucking my loose pussy. You know in the stories the women come home from their dates with their pussies stretched out and full of sperm and their panties soaking wet. Is that what you want, would you want to touch my wet panties, feel our juices, and would you want to then remove my panties and look at my big hole with all that juice leaking out?" For me to come home with a gaping hole leaking some other guys sperm, would you want to fuck me before I cleaned up, slide your cock in my just fucked pussy feeling how slippery my pussy is, look down and see your cock coated with his sperm, 

"OMG, what has gotten into you, you have never talked like this before. I have never been so hard, your nipples are so big I can see them poking out, and you smell like pure sex, are you turned on by our conversation?"

"Breathless, YES, I have been looking at your your cock as we have been talking and it been peaking out above your briefs almost winking at me for the last hour, and my pussy is so wet, I guess all this talk of fucking other men, seeing how hard you have become, I am about ready to say yes to being a bad girl!"

With that, she sat up and pulled her tee shirt off over her head, revealing her magnificent big tits to me, then she laid on her back and said, "Feel my panties!"

I sat up and put my hand on her left leg and gently tugged her legs apart, she was wearing a pair of pastel blue hip huger panties, the first thing I noticed was the whole gusset of her panties was darkened from her wetness, I couldn't wait to touch her there, but I slowly slid my had toward her pussy, but I was interrupted by her taking my hand and shoving it to her crotch, it was so wet, I nearly came right then. I could feel the hairs of her pussy pushing out on the fabric, her pussy was so engorged I could feel her pussy lips were spread wide open, her clit was so big it felt like a little dick, as I was rubbing my hand over her wet panties, she started to wiggle and hump my hand, making small noises almost like a purr. I raised my hand to my nose to smell and it smelled like a mixture of sperm and pussy juice.

Then she looked at me and said, "I've been a naughty girl!"

"What do you mean, you've been a naughty girl?"

"Well, when you went shopping this evening, Joe next door came over and fucked me!"

"What, how did this happen?"

"Are you mad at me?"

"No, but this is quite a surprise, didn't think this would happen so quickly!"

"Do you want me to kiss and tell, is that what you want?"

"Yes." 

"Well, you have been reading these forum magazines for some time and I continued to read them and I realized you got turned on by the stories of wives fucking other men, because you always got more frisky after reading the stories in them."

"I decided since I knew you liked that sort of thing I might as well try it to see if you would like it for real."

You know she was telling me in such a way it was believable, did she really do it?

She went on to tell me that she found Joe attractive, and he had openly flirted with her when I was not around, he had even went as far as to tell her that she looked so sexy, and hot that he wished he could fuck her. Imaging that, she said, I find out that is just what you want me to do, so tonight I decided to go for it. So after you left, I called him and told him you were gone for an hour and I invited him over. I am sure he got the memo, so I undressed and put on just my nighty top and met him at the door, I must have taken him all of 5 minutes to come to the door.

Needless to say he was shocked to see me dressed, I mean undressed the way I was. He looked at me and said, "does this mean what I think it does?"

So I said, "If you think it means I want to fuck you, then yes it does!"

So I told Joe we had to hurry, as you would be back soon, and led him into the bedroom. He was out of his clothes in a flash, and on top of me in the bed. I looked up at him and said as I guided his cock to my pussy hole, "Fuck me!" and he pushed into me and began to fuck me, slowly at first then faster and faster, until he was slamming his dick into me so hard that his balls were slapping my ass with each stroke. "Tom, it felt so good my juices were flooding out of my pussy!" you wouldn't believe how primal it all was, my pussy was making squishy, noises, his balls slapping my ass and even the bed was banging against the wall, oh well, I didn't have to worry about the neighbors hearing the bed banging against the wall cause he was the neighbor.

I felt so naughty, here I was a married woman with another mans cock fucking my pussy, it felt so good, not better than you, just different, bad and hot, it didn't take him long to cum, I soon felt him slowdown and his cock began to swell, just like yours and he let loose with a huge powerful load of hot sperm in my pussy. He kept pumping until he began to soften, then he pulled out. My pussy suddenly empty, his sperm and my juice began to run out and down my ass, it felt so hot, so good I couldn't help it, I grabbed my mirror and looked, he told me that my pussy looked so hot with his sperm seeping out of my big hole. I had to agree with him, it did look hot. "I was so happy baby, my pussy did look hot, my lips were spread and my hole was wide open, I could see down inside and see that milky white fluid he had left inside of me. All I could think was "WOW" what a load.

He quickly got dressed and left. Telling me to call the next time I needed some more. I said I would and I put on my panties to keep the flood from dripping all over the place, and so you could feel my wet panties. As I got out of bed, I saw there was a large wet spot on the sheet, so I pulled the covers back up to cover it. 

By this time my cock was drooling pre-cum and harder than it has ever been, even harder than before she started to tell me the story. I wanted to rip her panties off, instead I took my time pulling them slowly down her legs. As I removed them completely, I looked inside and saw a gooey mess of sperm and pussy juice, I had to smell them, and sure enough they smelled like sperm. She slowly and seductively spread her legs so I could look at her pussy and it did indeed look just fucked. Her lips were spread wide and her hole looked huge, her clit was engorged and sticking out big and bold. I could see down in her hole and it was still wet with some milky white deep inside, her pussy hairs were spread out and plastered to the side with some crusty dried sperm, but mostly damp.

She looked up at me and asked, "Do you want to fuck me, are you ready to get your present?"

I said, very enthusiastically, "Yes" so she told me to lay on my back and she straddled my hips, catching my cock between her swollen pussy lips. She began to slide up and down my cock, asking if her pussy felt wet. I said it sure did, so she stopped and rose up and hesitated asking me, "Are you ready, are you ready to be like those guys in the stories and fuck my big well fucked hole, full, so full of Joe' sperm, my hole that has been fucked by another man, is this what you want, cause if you do, I can do this a lot, it felt so good to feel another mans cock in my pussy, I want to do it again. So if you say yes then once I have slid your cock into my pussy, it will be a done deal and you will have your hot wife, your slut, your very own whore and I will be all those things any time you want!" "So?'

"YES, please, I cant wait, I want you so bad, I want to fuck your bad pussy!" So with that she reached down and took hold of my slick dick and lined it up with her hole and slowly slide it inside of her, it felt totally indescribable, soft, slick, wet, loose, hot, felt like sliding into a tube of eroticism, I am sure there were other words that I could use to describe just how good her pussy was but I was fucking the best pussy I have ever fucked in my life. Due to fact her pussy had been fucked recently by the neighbor Joe, or so she said, my heart was slamming in my chest, I had butterflies in my gut so intense, it was sending shivers over my entire body. I lasted about ten strokes and then I erupted in the most intense orgasm I have ever had. It never seemed to end but it did and soft I became. As she raised up to climb off of me her pussy just gushed out our juices and she soaked my crotch, she looked at my shrinking cock and said, "Oh my, we sure made a mess didn't we?"

She then bent over me and began to clean me up with her tongue, I looked on as she was licking my cock, and I commented, "You have never done that before, whats gotten into to you?"

"Well you just did silly, but if you mean why I'm I cleaning up our mess, well if I am to become your slut, whore wife, I'll have to learn to clean up, after all, isn't that what slut whores do?" 

"I guess so, you are really getting into this aren't you?"

"Curious aren't you, you are wondering if I really fucked Joe, but you will have to wait until I have you cleaned up to go check the bed sheets, wont you?"

"OK I'll wait, and you are right I am wondering!"

She soon finished and allowed me to get up, but before I did, I took her into my arms and gave her a very passionate kiss, the flavor of her mouth was unique, it tasted like a mixture of saliva, pussy juice and what must have been sperm, a curious melange of saltiness, musk, not unpleasant, but not something I really wanted to get used to.

I got up and went into the bedroom, pulled back the blankets and checked the sheets, well you guessed it, they were dry, no wet spot like she had said. I turned to go back to the living room and she was standing naked in the doorway, her back to the door jamb, with her arms crossed and a big smile on her face.

"Gotcha!" 

I know my face turned red with embarrassment, but I managed to say, "You sure did, it was as real as if it really happened, you were so convincing, I really believed it happened for real!"

"So you really liked it, was that what you imagined it would be like?"

"Yes I did like it, and it was better than I imagined, it felt real."

"To tell you the truth, there was sperm in my pussy, but it was yours from earlier when you fucked me, I think that you forgot as you were so wrapped up in the moment you didn't remember we had fucked after the baby was in bed asleep. I used the power of my imagination and having read so many of the fantasies It was easy to slip into that role."

"Did you like the pretending you had really done the neighbor?"

"Truth, yes I did, besides he has really flirted with me and did say he wanted to fuck me. I especially liked how lustful you were, I have never seen or felt you like that before. So if this is how I will be received when I do come home from a real date..then I could see myself doing it."

"So do you want to fuck him for real?"

"You know, maybe someday, now that I know for sure you want me to date other guys. Truth is I want to take my time to get my head wrapped around this new part of our lives."

She went on to say that now she knew for sure that I was really serious about her being able to date other men, that she was not necessarily ready to do so at this time. But in perspective the thought of her fucking other men was exciting her more and more.

"OK, honey, lets go to bed, I want some of that hard cock fucking my well fucked hole, your slut wife wants more!" 



The Dance Club



The club was packed, and Kristi and I were stuck up against the wall, but that didn't stop us from having a good time. The band was in the middle of their set, and with the music blaring loudly from speakers that were positioned directly over our heads, Kristi spent most of the time grinding into me, pressing her ass right onto my cock. Moving in sync with the band, it felt great. Thankfully it was dark enough that nobody took notice of our own private dance, but the crowd was too much into the band to even give a second look or probably care if they could actually see.

As the music got louder and faster, she kept pushing further and further back into me. I, not being the most musically inclined individual, stood rigid, up against the wall and allowed her to make most of the moves. The only move that I was able to make was happening in my pants. My cock was growing harder with each thrust of her body.

With the end of the song nearing, Kristi turned around, wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and planted a kiss right on my lips.

"Are you having fun?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied. "You?"

"I want to dance!"

And with that, she turned around, and headed out into the crowd, leaving me against the wall, trying to cover up the bulge in my pants. It didn't take long for her to find her way out into the middle of the crowd. Jumping up and down with the rhythm, it was only a matter of seconds before she blended into the crowd.

I remained on the sides, up against the wall, peering into the crowd for the sight of her, but the crowd was so large it took me a few minutes to catch the first glimpse of her. It was then that I noticed that she had found a group of people to dance with. The dancing was the typical jumping up and down, waving of the hands in the air, and screaming at the top of your lungs at the band type of dance. A few guys, a couple of girls, and Kristi were right in the middle of the group, having a great time.

After a few songs, Kristi made her way back to the wall where I was standing. A few of the friends she had made on the dance floor were following her. She came up to me and quickly introduced me to her new friends. It was so loud, that I could barely hear the names as I quickly shook the hands of these people. I think their names were Chris, Dave, and Lisa.

Kristi turned to me and asked me if I would mind going to the bar for a drink. I shouted as loud as I could to see if any of her new friends were thirsty, and with a nod of the head I headed out through the crowd towards the bar. It took me over ten minutes to wrestle through the crowd, get to the bar, order four beers, and make my way back.

Luckily there was a few minutes break between songs, and the crowd seemed to dissipate somewhat. I quickly handed over the beers, introduced myself again (as I was now able to hear their names) and sided over to the wall again. 

"Did you mind that I found some new friends to dance with," Kristi asked me.

"Mind," I replied, "not at all! In fact, I'm glad you found some people to dance with. You looked like you were having a really good time!"

She got up close to me and with her lips pressed up against my ear told me "Just so you know... while I was out dancing before... I think either Dave or Chris might have grabbed my ass... and I may have danced a little provocatively with Lisa... I think I may have had a little too much to drink, and if this bothers you... I can ditch them and we can leave."

"Leave?" I asked her. "You really are asking me if this bothers me? We talked about this on the way over to the city".

In fact, we had jokingly talked about this type of situation in the car earlier that evening. Although the conversation was a lot of joking and kidding, it was decided that if Kristi had a chance to dance with someone, either male or female, I would not have minded watching them dance close and personal. I guess I was just a little surprised that it actually happened and it was with both sexes... at the same time.

"I don't mind at all" I continued telling her. "In fact, to be honest with you... I kind of like watching you dance with other people."

"I'm glad... I'm having so much fun, but I don't want to leave you out of anything. I want to make sure that you are having fun too!"

I told her that I was having fun, even if it was just watching her, and before I could say another word, the music started up again and it was near impossible to say or hear anything else without having to scream. So, I gave Kristi a kiss on the lips and went back to the wall with my beer. 

At first, I thought Kristi and her new friends were going to make their way back into the crowd and onto the dance floor, but they stayed close, only a few feet away. I could tell that all four of them were a little tipsy from the amount of beer that they have been drinking as they started jumping up and down in rhythm with the beats of the song.

I stayed in the corner, watching the four of them having a great time as I stood up against the wall drinking my beer. After a few minutes, I could tell that both Dave and Chris were moving in closer to Kristi. One of them moved in front of Kristi as the other behind her, but continued to dance as before, jumping up and down with the beat of the music. Before long, however, I realized that Kristi had put one arm around Dave's waist and pulled him close to her. Chris, behind Kristi moved in as well. 

She turned her head around, looking for a reaction from me. I raised the beer I was holding into the air, and gave her a nod of the head, a wink of the eye, and huge smile across my face. So, she continued to dance with the two of them. 

While Chris was rubbing his body up against the back of Kristi, Dave had his arms wrapped around her waist, thrusting into her body into his. In the meantime, Lisa, dancing to the side, realized how close the three of them got together, so she moved in close to be part of the action. Kristi, moved one of her arms off of Dave's shoulder and took a hold of Lisa's hand, pulling her close to the group.

With one more glance back over her shoulder to me, she pulled Lisa in close and gave her a long, hard kiss. The sight was incredible! Dancing close with both men and kissing Lisa at the same time was going to be enough to keep my mind going forever, and the thoughts I was having at that exact moment were far from being innocent. I didn't care if anybody noticed, but I was hard as could be, and my pants did little to cover that fact up. But with what was going on just a few feet in front of me, and with the band deep into a famous played song, there was little chance of anybody giving me one bit of notice.

The song ended, as well as the dance. Kristi moved quickly back over to the wall where I was standing, out of breath, but with a smile from ear to ear. Before she could say anything to me, Dave, Chris, and Lisa gave me a quick look, a smile, and a wave. They turned to Kristi and did the same before heading back out into the crowd.

Kristi just looked at me and continued to smile and before she could say a single word, the band started in on their encore song and she remained speechless. I grabbed a hold of her for one last song and pulled her close to me. I pressed my lips tightly to hers, and could taste the sweet taste of her lips, with the hint of another flavor... Lisa's lips I presumed. She allowed her arms to go over my shoulders, drop to my waist, and press up firmly against my rock hard cock.

That night, I danced like I never danced before. With one last song being played on the stage, I jumped as high into the air as I could, raising my arms way over my head, and screaming at the top of my lungs -- right alongside Kristi.

It took at least thirty minutes in the car before the ringing in our ears subsided, and we were able to have anything close to a conversation.

"I had the most amazing night..." Kristi told me.

"I would think you did" I replied.

"I hope you enjoyed what you saw tonight," she said sheepishly.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Enjoyed it -- I almost came right there up against the wall watching you. It was unbelievably amazing!!"

"I'm so glad that you liked it."

The rest of the ride home was spent in near silence as we held hands and allowed our minds to replay the evening. We listened to the radio, and smiled at each other as much as we could.

Getting home took about an hour, and within minutes we were pressed together, naked in the shower, allowing the cool water to wash our bodies clean, knowing full well that even five minutes after this shower, we would be just as sweaty, if not more than before it.

It felt as though my hard on never fully went away from the first moment I saw Kristi dancing with Chris, Dave and Lisa, but being this close to her naked body, it felt the hardest it did all night right at that moment.

We washed each other's bodies, taking a considerable amount of time on the others more sensitive spots. Turning the water off, I reached out of the shower, grabbed the towels and proceeded to dry off Kristi's body, before doing the same to my own.

We headed straight into the bedroom, disregarding any of our pajamas, and went right for the bed. Getting under the covers, I slipped close to Kristi and gave her a kiss right on the mouth.

"Were you surprised I kissed that girl tonight" she asked me as she pulled her face away from mine.

"It freaking shocked the hell out of me" I told her.

"I hope it was a good shock!"

I grabbed the back of her head and pulled it close to mine again and pressing her lips up against mine, kissed her hard and long.

"Does that answer your question?"

"No," she replied, but pushing back the covers to reveal my naked body, she looked at my rock hard cock and said, "but that does".

"Good, I said" as I move my lips down her chin. Opening my mouth to let my tongue roll over her chin, down her throat and across her chest, I quickly found my way to her bare breasts. Licking them playfully, I waited a few moments until they were hard and erect. I opened my mouth wider, and let my tongue get them nice and wet. Sucking on them, occasionally biting on them ever so gently, I took my time playing with her breasts until I could tell she wanted me to take things further.

Leaving a hand on her breasts, rolling her wet nipples between my fingers, I made my way further down her stomach until I had my face between her legs. At first I let my tongue caress her thighs as she slowly moved her legs apart, revealing her already wet pussy. It didn't take long before I slipped and brushed my tongue across her lips.

It wasn't long before I had my face buried between her legs, allowing my tongue to go further and further inside her wet pussy, pushing her further and further until I could tell she could endure no more. With her breathing getting heavier, and her moans getting louder, I moved my body back up hers, and allowed my cock to slide effortlessly inside her hot, wet pussy.

Within seconds, we were grinding each other slowly at first, but with the heat of the moment, and the amount of excitement that had happened earlier in the evening, the tempo sped up to an intense speed, and before I could do anything about it, I released my cum deep inside of her. 

Hot and sweaty, we laid next to each other for what seemed like hours before she turned to me and said "Wow... that was amazing".

"It was" I reassured her. "I'm just sorry it was so quick, but after watching you with those people tonight, I'm just amazed that I lasted as long as I did".

"I forgot to mention something that happened earlier at the club"

"What" I asked her, having no idea what else could have happened.

"While I was dancing with Dave and Chris, and after I had kissed Lisa, Lisa whispered in my ear that she thought I was amazing, and that she wished we could get to know each other better. I thought she grabbed my ass, but in fact she put her business card into my back pocket and then told me to call her! What do you think I should do?"

"What should you do? You should call her" I told her without even giving it a second thought.

"I'll think about it" she told me, and we quietly got our pajamas on and fell asleep.

A few days later, after a long day at work, I came home to find Kristi sitting at the kitchen table, on the computer, with the biggest smile on her face. 

"What's got you in such a good mood" I asked her.

"I called Lisa today"

Instantly my mind raced back to the night at the club. All I could picture was the dance and the kiss. My cock was hard in seconds.

"Holy shit" I told her. "I can't believe you called her! What did you guys talk about?"

"At first we talked about that night at the club. Then we started talking about each other. She and Chris are engaged. They seem to be a very happy couple. Then we started talking about you and I and she kept telling me that she was so nervous with you standing up against the wall watching us kiss, but I reassured her that you were anything but upset!"

"I can't believe you guys talked about that..."

"I figure we'll be talking about it a lot more since her and Chris are coming over for dinner tomorrow night"

"What?" I stammered out. "They are coming here... tomorrow night?"

"Here... tomorrow night" she reassured me as she turned off the computer, got up from the table and began making dinner. Nothing more was said about tomorrow night's dinner the rest of the evening. But nothing had to be said, my mind was racing a mile a minute.

The next day seemed to last an eternity. The clock at work seemed to slow down with each passing second. It was worse than any Christmas Eve I had as a child, waiting for the first sunlight to wake my siblings and parents and head out to open my presents. 

Five o'clock finally did arrive, and I nearly knocked my coworkers over as I headed to my car and headed home. I was home in record time.

Lisa and Chris arrived promptly at six, and the dinner went off without any talk about the club. It was a typical dinner among people just getting to know each other. We had a bottle of wine between us, and after finishing the meal, we took the second bottle with us into the living room. The conversation began heading into a sexual nature, as the wine began to take its effect onto all of us. At firs the conversation was flirty and silly, with a few comments about the club. 

Lisa began talking about how excited it was watching her fiancé dance so close to Kristi, and I quickly followed with a comment on how excited it was to watch them as well. Kristi and Chris both admitted that it was just as exciting to do something to excite us with as well.

I'm not sure how it happened, but just as quick as the conversation started about Kristi and Lisa's kiss, they moved closer to each other on the couch and resumed the kiss right from where they left off at the club. Chris and I looked at each for a quick second, and with smiles on our face, we both knew that there would be no objections from either one of us. We sat opposite of the girls, watching every move, trying not to blink in order to not miss a single thing.

At first I was unsure whose hand had moved up my leg and over my rock hard cock, but after I took a quick glance, I realized that it was Kristi's. I looked back at the girls, and noticed that Lisa was doing the same to Chris. I quickly looked back up at the girls, whose kisses turned from innocent lip smacking to deep, intense tongue tying kissing. 

After a few minutes, Kristi released my cock, moved her arm over to Lisa and began caressing her side, moving her hand up and down, closing in on her breasts. Before long, her hand made its way down to her waist and under shirt so that she could get a better feel for the others warm tits. I continued to watch as Lisa moved her hand away from Chris and over to Kristi's side of the couch. 

The kisses moved away from the mouths and the tongues on both girls moved toward the others neck. I moved myself closer to Kristi and proceeded to rub my hands across her back as my lips pressed hard against the back of her neck. Chris, I could only assume was doing the same to Lisa on the other side of the couch. Within minutes, both Chris and I had the girls shirts off of their bodies and on the floor as we both began fumbling with the clasps of the bras. As soon as they were undone, the girls moved their mouths away from each other and they began to caress each other's naked breasts.

Chris and I moved back to give the girls more room, and within minutes, they were embraced yet again, breast to breast, lip-locked even harder this time. Arms were all over each others body, and after a few moments, Lisa had Kristi backed down onto the couch and across my legs as she began tearing at the button of her pants. While Lisa was focused on Kristi's lower body, I focused my attention to her upper body. With my fingers going across her chest, I used the wetness that Lisa left after playing with Kristi's tits to allow them to move freely between my fingers. 

While I was playing with her tits, Lisa was moving her head down between Kristi's legs, and from what I could see, Chris was moving his arms around Lisa's waist to play with her tits as well. Kristi was enjoying every minute of this experience and with every caress of her breast, I could feel her breathing get heavier and heavier, and after a few moments of having another woman's face deep between her legs, I could feel the first wave of orgasm wash over her body.

After a few more minutes of this, Kristi slowly sat up and moved over to Lisa's side of the couch. Within minutes, both she and Lisa were turned around and facing Chris, who was leaning back into the couch. There was little I could do but watch. 

At first, both women were on the couch rubbing their hands across Chris's body, under his shirt, over his legs, around his waist. Before I could tell who was doing what, Chris was completely naked and standing in front of both girls. Kristi looked over at my side of the couch, gave me a huge smile, and turned her attention back to Chris. 

I sat back into the cushions and moved my hand over my the bulge in my pants and began to massage my cock as I watched Chris began to get pleasured by two women, his fiancé and my wife.

At first, Kristi moved back a little to allow Lisa to get head first into Chris's waist, taking all of Chris's cock, deep into her mouth. But after a few minutes, Lisa pulled back, giving Kristi room to move in, and the two girls began licking and caressing Chris's cock, from tip to base and back again. 

Chris stood there, breathing heavier and heavier, and moaning louder and louder. 

Before long, I stood up, took off my shirt and pants, removed my underwear and moved next to Chris, hoping for some of the same treatment. Instead, Lisa moved back on the couch, leaving Kristi face deep on Chris's cock. After a few more thrusts of her mouth, she realized that I was standing next to Chris and she released her mouth from him and moved over to me. Chris remained where he stood as Kristi took her hand and began running her fingers over his wet cock. 

Lisa laid back on the couch, watching the two of us now being pleasured by Kristi. At first, she excitedly went deep down the length of my cock as she massaged Chris's with her hand, but before long, she pulled him closer to me so that we were side by side, and she was able to take both cocks deep inside her mouth. In and out, she licked us evenly and quickly. It wasn't long before I could feel my excitement building up to the point that I was about to come. I suspect Chris wasn't far off as he pulled away from Kristi and sat back onto the couch next to Lisa.

I too sat back on the couch and pulled Kristi close to me.

As Chris and Lisa were began to fuck each other on one side of the couch, Kristi and I were on the other side doing the same. At first, we took it slowly, rocking our partner's bodies in motion, watching the other couples at play. Then, as the passion took hold, we began fucking harder and quicker, and as the one couple began to yell out in excitement, it seemed the other couple became louder as well.




The Dance Club Woman



It's all in the way I look at things

It's all in the way I look at things; my personal perception of what is appropriate and what is not is what gets me in trouble. Depending on the situation, on the circumstance, and on who I am addressing or, for that matter, who is addressing me, I humbly discovered that sometimes, some things do not always have the same meaning or give the same appearance. 

What I may think is a flirtatious comment when I make a sexual advance to someone that I'm attracted to may be unwelcome harassment if she's not attracted to me, just as if someone makes a flirtatious comment to me and I'm not attracted to her. An innocent comment in one situation could be construed as a lewd and unwelcome comment in another. Sometimes, what may be flirtatious teasing and welcomed interest in one instance, may get me in serious trouble in another.

Now, before opening my mouth and inserting my foot, especially when the lustful desire of sex gets in the way of my commonsense, I've learned that I must always keep the contextual content of the situational circumstance clearly in mind. Here is one example of what I mean and of what can go wrong, when I say the wrong thing, at the wrong time, to the wrong person and vice versa.

She was new. I had never seen her before. I saw her for the first time at the dance club and she sparked my fantasy.

She was hot and she had great legs that were as long as her lush, blonde hair. She had the kind of shapely legs that, if you only caught a glimpse of her legs, whether she was standing, walking, sitting or slowly crossing and seductively uncrossing them, they announced that the rest of her body would be equally as hot.

Captured in her confident strut by the staccato click, click, click sound of her stiletto high heeled shoes that echoed throughout the hall while walking across the wooden dance floor, I didn't even have to see her to know she was hot. I just had to hear her approaching from across the room to know she was all that and more. It was a good thing she wasn't wearing a bikini with those shoes because she'd be confused for a Miss America contestant. Visually stunning and erotically arousing, with a body to launch a ship named after her and a face to wage war over her, genetically, she was a ten on anyone's comparative measurement scale.

She was wearing a short, white dress that was oh so tightly form fitting and oh so body revealing. To approximate the same hour glass shape of her with my fisted hand, she made me want to squeeze a tube of toothpaste with the cap off from the delirious sexual desire, the feverish sexual frustration, and the premature ejaculatory explosiveness that I immediately felt for her. It was obvious by the absence of any panty line that she wasn't wearing any with that dress and I'd give anything to see what lay exposed beneath.

"Oh, baby, open wide and say...Ah," I'd say if she was lying naked on my bed.

Already experiencing a sexual fantasy with my imagined sensation of the feel of her small hand tightly grasping my big cock and with her stroking me faster and faster, I could feel my hips gyrating while following the motion and speed of her hot hand job just before my cock oozed and then gushed warm cum like so much squeezed errant toothpaste.

Intent upon making her way through the crowd of horny men and hot women, she was batting guys and gals away, so much like annoying flies. As free with their hands as they were with their lines, they all tried to get her attention but failed. My turn, I was next in line.

Trying to keep up with the woman in white while pushing my way through the tight crowd of people who suddenly flocked the dance floor when the music started, she parted them with her confident walk. I followed her to the bar hoping to get to her before anyone else stole my chance of making a love connection. While following the rhythmic movement of her perfect ass, desperately, I tried thinking of a line that would get me inside her head and give me a personal invitation to lie between her legs.

"Hi Baby," finally catching up with her, I said.

"Hi," she said turning to face me and flashing me her big, baby blues and bright, white Crest smile.

"I'm thinking of a fantasy with you and me in it," I said returning her bright white smile.

My cock was already stiffer than the hard bristles of my toothbrush and I imagined her red lipstick clad lips leaving evidence all over my cock that her mouth had been there and that her mouth, as well as the rest of her bodacious body, belonged to Daddy. I'd love to fill her oral cavity with the deep, penetrating pounding injection of me, if you know what I mean. Matter of fact, I'd love to fill all of her orifices with my personal penile probe before shooting my warm, oozy load inside her.

"Bend over, Baby, and bark like a dog," I imagined saying to her while pulling up her tight, white short dress and before slapping her naked ass and introducing her to Mr. Big. "Bark Baby, bark like a dog. Let me hear you beg for it. Howl for my stiff cock," I imagined saying to her.

"Oh, yeah," she said showing more interest by leaning in closer, so close that I could smell her sweet vanilla Listerine breath while imagining kissing those full, soft, ruby red lips and exploring her mouth with my long tongue. "Tell me your fantasy, big boy. I'd love to hear what thoughts you're thinking about me in your dirty mind." 

It had been a while since I scored, but I was about to hit a grand slam, big, hard salami homerun over the bleachers and out of the park with this doll. I leaned in closer so that she could hear me over the blaring music and the bar full of talking all at once patrons.

"I'd love for you to probe my mouth with your latex gloved fingers before gently but firmly scraping my teeth with shiny, metal dental picks. I need for you to ask me to rinse and spit. Then, I want you to floss my teeth before massaging my gums and polishing my teeth really good," I said whispering my fantasy in her ear while sliding my hand across her round, firm ass and reaching my arm around her slim waist to lean behind her to grab my beer from the bar.

"You pig! Scrap and floss your teeth? Spit, rinse, and polish? Is that some kind of a new, weird fetish or analogies for something more perverse that I don't even want to know?" She slapped me across the face before shooting me a hateful look. "What is wrong with you? You're sick." She looked to the bartender. "John, this guy is bothering me."

"Oh, yeah," he said coming around from behind the bar with a baseball bat. 

"Okay, okay, there's no need for violence. I'm leaving."

"Bill...Bill...Bill...Mr. Forrester," called a voice in the distance.

"Oh, sorry, I must have fallen asleep waiting for my appointment."

"I can take you now," said my dentist.

I hate going to the dentist. I didn't sleep well all night. I had nightmares dreading this appointment.

As soon as she saw me, she gave me the eye. Eww.

She was new. I had never seen her before. I saw her for the first time at the dentist's office and she was the one who sparked my bad nightmare, no doubt when they told me that my regular dentist was on vacation and that I'd be seen by his replacement, Dr. Grogzilla.

She was not hot and she had short legs that were as short as her mousey, brown hair. She had the kind of fat legs that, if you only caught a glimpse of her legs, whether she was standing, walking, sitting or slowly crossing and uncrossing them with great difficulty, they announced that the rest of her body would be equally not as hot.

Captured in her slow, ape like walk and by the suck, suck, sucking suction sound of her white, creped rubber soled hospital shoes that echoed throughout the corridor while walking across the tile office floor, I didn't even have to see her to know she was not hot. I'd just have to hear her approaching from across the room to know she was not all that and even less. It was a good thing she wasn't wearing corduroy pants with those shoes. Between the suction sound of her shoes and the noise of the corduroy rubbing against her thighs, she'd be a one woman band. Visually ugly and sexually unappealing, with a body and a face to sink a ship and start a war over, genetically, she was a zero on anyone's comparative measurement scale.

She was wearing white pants that were eww so tightly form fitting and eww so body revealing. To approximate the same hot air balloon shape of her with my two open hands shaped like a bowl, she made me want to blowup a tube of toothpaste with the cap off from the lack off sexual desire, the cool romantic detachment, and the limp dick feeling that I immediately felt seeing her. It was obvious by the absence of any panty line that she wasn't wearing any with those pants and I tried to erase the vision of what lay exposed beneath. Gross. 

"Oh, baby, open wide and say...Ah," I imagined her saying while making me glad I was completely dressed.

Trying to repress a bizarre sexual fantasy, the imagined sensation of the feel of her fat hand tightly grasping my limp dick and with her stroking me faster and faster while trying to get me hard, I could feel my hips desperately trying to recoil while avoiding the motion and speed of her gross hand job just before my cock softened and deflated like so much dental floss.

Intent upon bulldogging her way through the crowd of employees and patients, she was ignoring the requests of all, so much like annoying flies. As free with their interruptions as they were with their pleas, they all tried to get her attention but failed. My turn (gulp), I was next in line.

Trying to hold back from the woman in white while searching for an emergency exit out of the maze of small rooms and away from those who blocked the corridor, she parted everyone with her gorilla like walk. I followed her to the chair hoping to get an emergency cell phone call that forced me to cancel my appointed time with her and for me not to complete my appointment. While following the rhythmic movement of her huge, fat ass, desperately, I tried thinking of a line that would get me the Hell out of there and give me an excuse to rebook my appointment with my regular dentist, once he returned from vacation.

"Hi, Doctor," finally catching up with her, I said.

"Hi," she said turning to face me. She had one big, bushy eyebrow that traveled across her forehead. She flashed me her baggy, bloodshot, brown eyes with a leering smile. 

"I'm hoping I don't have any cavities," I said flashing a reluctant smile while trying not to think of her touching me in a sexual way or in any way, for that matter.

My cock was already smaller than the soft bristles of my toothbrush and I cringed with the thought of her red lipstick clad lips leaving evidence all over my cock that her mouth had been there and that her mouth, as well as the rest of her obese, round body, belonged to Daddy. I'd hate to be the one to fill her oral cavity with the deep, penetrating pounding injection of me, if you know what I mean. Matter of fact, I'd couldn't imagine anyone wanting to fill any of her orifices with their personal penile probe before shooting their warm, oozy load inside her. Eww.

"Bend over, Baby, and bark like a dog," I imagined her forcing me to say to her while forcing me to pull down her tight, white pants before making me slap her big, fat ass and introducing her to Mr. Softie. "Bark Baby, bark like a dog. Let me hear you beg for it. Howl for my limp dick," I imagined her forcing me to say to her.

"Oh, yeah," she said showing more interest by leaning in closer, so close that I could smell her foul onion and garlic breath while imagining who would want to kiss those chapped crusty lips and explore her mouth with their long tongue. "Tell me more about your cavity, Mr. Bill. I need to know all that's wrong with your teeth and mouth." 

It had been a while since I scored and I was horny, but I wasn't that desperate to hit so much as a ground, foul ball with this big, beach ball of a woman.

"You seem a bit nervous," she said.

"A little," I said. Then, when I watched her putting on her rubber gloves and smiling at me demonically, "I'm nervous a lot," I said. 

"All I'm going to do is to probe your mouth with my latex gloved fingers before gently but firmly scraping your teeth with shiny metal dental picks. I will ask me to rinse and spit. Then, I will floss your teeth before massaging your gums and polishing your teeth really good?" She said whispering her obvious fantasy in my ear while sliding her hand across my flat, scared ass and reaching her arm around my waist to lean behind me to grab my cup of water from the stand. 

"You jest. Scrap and floss my teeth? Spit, rinse, and polish? You are why I fear going to the dentist. What is wrong with you? You're sick. You make a cleaning sound like a sacrifice."

"Does a bit of pain bother you," she said looking from her assistant to me with revving her drill and giving me another demonical look.

"No," I said with a nervous laugh. "Yeah," I said correcting myself in reaction to her look.

"Haven't you had your teeth cleaned before?"

"Yes, of course I've had my teeth cleaned," I said making eye contact with her, "but not like this, never like this."

"Well, I may accidentally hit a nerve with my drill when filling your cavity, that is, unless you put your hand on my ass."

"Pardon?"

"I said feel my ass while I fill your tooth, bitch boy."

"I'd rather you hit me over the head with a baseball bat."

It was then that I realized how woman feel when men, men who they aren't attracted to, continue to hit on them, even though they tell them to stop.



The Dance Club



Before long, the four of us were on the verge of cumming. I think Chris released first, arching his back into the couch with Lisa screaming out loud, Kristi and I both watched them as we continued climbing to the peak of cumming ourselves. 

As soon as Chris and Lisa settled down, it was our turn. I grabbed a hold of Kristi's ass, pulling her down onto my cock, hard and fast one more time, and with one scream of pleasure, I came deep inside of her -- shot after shot until I was completely drained. 

Both Lisa and Kristi got off the couch at the same time, and Chris and I watched as they stood in front of the couch, smiling at each other, with cum dripping down their thighs, rolling across their legs. 

We said our goodbyes with hugs, kisses and handshakes. Chris and I agreed to keep in touch via email as Lisa and Kristi agreed to call each other regularly. Not only did we make the best of friends that night, we knew that it was a friendship that would hopefully last a long, long time.

As Lisa and Chris pulled away in their car, Kristi turned to me and gave me one big hug. She kissed me and pulling my ear close to her mouth whispered to me "Lisa mentioned that the next time her and Chris come over, they are planning on inviting their friend Dave as well..."

"Cool," I said, as I pulled her lips back to mine. 

Lips locked in passion and tongues caressing each other, it wasn't long before my cock was hard again and we were making our way back to the bedroom.



The Dance Floor



The room was heavy filled with the smell of smoke, alcohol, sweat and a miasma of heavy perfume and cologne.  It was dark; you could see the city lights through the open windows. Blue lights shown on the band, with a soft yellow spotlight in the center that enveloped them all.  Crowded, loud.  The band was playing hot.  Fast jazz swing and sultry, slow torch songs.  Their following had grown and grown over the past few years and she loved to watch them perform.  She was always in the crowd.  They could count on it. 

She would stand close to the bandstand and sway to the music:  always with a drink in her hand, something hard and straight.  The dance floor tonight was in a renovated ballroom where the dance floor “floats.”  The floor had a bounce, a give, a feeling like it was alive and a part of the dance. 

The bodies pressed against her, the floor moved with an up and down motion that was caused by the crowd.  She could feel the heat radiate from the close packed, moving bodies.  She anticipated.

She intently watched the crowd, looking for the one.  Every evening the band played, she would find the one that would help her in her search to be filled and consumed by the music.  This band’s music was her life and she helped make the music.  The man she was looking for could usually be found at the edges of the crowd, standing alone, and also watching.  It was someone who was also consumed by the music.  She scanned the crowd and the band watched her, waiting.

While she danced with the men who asked her, she would try to find him while she did the fast pace swing steps.  Watching her dance was easy.  She made everyone who danced with her look better, smoother, than they were.  She helped them to become the dance, just as she was. Her hair flew behind her in a sheath of gold; her skirt swirling around her in soft waves of color.

By the middle of the second set, she had found him, just as she always found him.  Tonight he was a man in his forties, dark brown hair mixed with some gray.  Slender and just the right height for her needs, he was wearing soft, worn jeans and a black tee shirt with a fitted sport's coat.  He was intently watching the band and her.  His hips followed the rhythm of the beat.  She danced one more swing number, keeping her eye on him, smiling and letting him know that she saw him seeing her.  It was the last tune of the set. As the number ended, she pushed her hair back to fall over her shoulders and went to the bar for a drink.  He watched her and then she disappeared into the crowd.

At the beginning of the last set of the night, the band started a slow twelve bar blues.  She was back at the bar and she took a sip of her drink. Searching the crowd, she found that he was looking at her.  She smiled, walked to him and took his hand and led him towards the stage.  The sound was so loud it was difficult to talk.  If she had her way, she would not need to say a word to him.  They would communicate through the music, through the dance.

She put her drink down on the bandstand and started to dance in front of him. Her skirt swirled around her and softly touched him.  She was close enough that he could smell the sweat scent of her perfume and the smell of her heat.  She reached out and took his hands and led him to her beat.  The crowd enclosed them and held them close together.  She held their clasped hands to her hips and moved from side to side against his body.  The dance floor moved with them creating a wave of its own.  She could see the band and they could see her.  Just as she suspected, he moved with her and against her with the music.  She took up the rhythm of the sax and he chose the bass and they moved to the same beat at different speeds, their bodies touching and moving against each other, from them and from the dance floor.  The floor was alive beneath them, making it apart of them. 

She twirled under their clasped hands and ended up with her back against him, she could face the band and still dance with him.  She caught the eye of the sax player.  She knew he would be a player with them.  He smiled and then watched her intently as he began to play for her.  She leaned into her dance partners heat and drew his hands to her hips and slid them underneath her loose fitting top to her breasts.  He nestled his nose into her hair just above her ear and she could feel the heat of his breath and the beat of his heart.  His hands molded her breasts under her blouse.  His thumbs found her nipples and lightly rubbed them with his thumbs to the beat of the music.  They grew as he made them erect and hard.  She opened the front clasp on her silk bra and put his hands against her moist skin.  His hands were hot and hard, but smooth against her skin.  She moaned as he lightly pinched and tugged on her nipples.  The wetness was flowing in her center.  He was very hard behind her and she arched herself against him.

He twirled her around and back into his arms.  They were tight together and the stage was just inches from their legs.  The crowd gyrated around them, keeping them close.  He looked into her eyes as they danced, putting one hand back on her breast.  Her hips rubbed his and the steel hardness of his shaft pressed against her. She looked at the sax player and his eyes were intently on her, just as they always were during the dance, and his music pushed her towards the man in her arms.

Her hand went down to his jeans and unbuttoned and unzipped them.  They were standing ear to ear.  Her hand found his hardness.  She touched the soft skin with feather light fingers.  It was wet with his heat.  She looked in his eyes and brought her finger up to his lips for him to lick.  His tongue ran around her fingertip.  She took his hand and slid it under the waistband of her skirt under which she was naked.  Hairless.  She left his hand their while she returned to his hard cock.  His finger slipped between her lips and touched her button and she moaned.  She was wet and slick.  His fingers kept time to the music and she spread her legs so he could reach further into her.  The music was never ending, no breaks in the tunes, sliding into the next seamlessly as the couple on the dance floor played with each other.

She loved the feel of a hard cock.  She found she was tapping the beat on the head, right at the slit, anticipating what would come from it when they were ready.  Her fingers grasped him and, as her hand was covered with his juice, she could easily slide it up and down his length while still tapping the head with her thumb.

She road his hand and the floor helped propel his fingers into her.  She was so hot and so close to cumming.  She raised her skirt up in front and put his hard cock between her lips, replacing his hand.  He slipped himself into the moist cleft. She threw her head back and used him as he had used his fingers.  Raising herself up onto her toes she was able to get him to the center of her, and he entered her, hard. She looked up and the sax player was watching them intently.

His hands went to her bottom under her skirt. He grasped her and shoved himself, harder and harder, in and out while the dance floor moved up and down.  The music became faster, following the dance.  Their breathing was coming in gasps.  She pushed one more time and came with a moan of fulfillment.  Her tunnel clamped down on him in spasms and he came hard, his hips bucking into her, grunting to finish his cum.  She road him as the music slowed, leaving him inside of her until he became soft and slipped out of her folds and their mixed cum ran down her legs.  With the final drumbeat she slipped away from him and her skirt fell.  The crowd exploded with applause for the band.  

Her lover put his horn down and came off the stage.  He looked into her eyes, putting her hand on his rock hard cock.  “You were the music, tonight babe.  It was one of the best.”

Together they smiled at her dance partner, and walked away.

*****

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The Dance Floor



"Hey, are you ready yet?" my friend called from downstairs as I hurried to get ready. 

"Yes, in just one second..." I replied as I struggled to fit my foot into one of the sexy, strappy burgundy heels I had acquired for just such an occasion. A bunch of my friends were going clubbing that night, and they had graciously asked if I would like to go. Being that I had never gone clubbing before, I wasn't sure what to wear, but my friend had pulled me aside and whispered, "Dress in the sexiest, skimpiest thing you got."

So, true to her instructions, I had dug in the back of my closet filled with rather conservative, bosom-covering shirts and everything but low-rise pants until I found what I was looking for: a rich-colored, short burgundy dress that accented every curve, brought out the natural red highlights in my otherwise dark brown hair, and made my eyes flash with a seductive light not normally present in their soft brown color. 

The dress was beautiful and made me feel sexy, but it dipped a little lower in the front than I was comfortable with. As long as my ample bosom didn't flash the crowds at the clubs, I would be fine. Not like any man would look at me anyway, being as big as I was. This particular night I was feeling more "chunky and clunky" than "big and beautiful."

We drove up to the club, which was not fully packed yet, but still had a line in front to go in. After hiking from our parking space, we waited to go in. I was a bit nervous about my dress, being that I had never dressed that provocatively before, but my friends all assured me I looked spectacular. 

Thankfully, the guy at the door was nice and let us all in; my friends had informed me that some clubs had really surly bouncers, and so I was glad that this club wasn't like that. In fact, it didn't seem to match my stereotyped idea of a club at all: its atmosphere was dark but not overly smoky, and its selection of drinks at the bar was not overly alcoholic, both of which I liked. I also liked that everyone seemed to be really friendly and kind towards me, almost as if they knew it was my first time being there. Perhaps they could read it in my facial expression---I've never been too good at hiding my emotions.

The real dancing action was going on up closer to the DJ and the sound system, so I made my way up there and insinuated myself into one of the wilder dancing groups. Everyone noticed me and actually made a space for me, which was unusual; I had not usually been noticed before like that. 

"Maybe it's the dress," I thought as the DJ put on a sultry, sexy rhythmic song on and I started to sway my softly curved hips seductively back and forth, like I'd learned from my middle- and high-school friends. Even though I was a virgin and had only been touched sexually once (against my will), I somehow knew what would turn heads and what would catch the sexual attention of any man watching me. 

The crowd formed a wide circle around me and started to clap with the beat, and I stepped up my dance routine, putting fancy steps with the basic hip-swinging. Even while I was doing it, I couldn't believe I was doing it; it was so unlike me to get out and dance like that. Somehow, the music and the crowd and the urge to dance overcomes my self-consciousness, and I can perform and be as sexy and bold and confident as I want to be. It's quite like a natural high. I figure I don't need drugs to get me there; I just have to have a crowd, some music, and I'm ready to dance.

I danced around and around, the muscles of my slender calves and ankles working diligently with the beat, and my hips kept the slow figure-eight motion they had done from the start. I lifted my arms over my head and rifled through my hair, leaning ever so slightly forward as I did it, knowing that any man directly in front of me was going to get a shot of my ample cleavage. I reveled in the rare sexual power I held and almost embodied on the dance floor; it was not often that I felt sexy enough to even move my butt a little, let alone go this far.

Every man's eye was on me as I continued my saucy dance, and I loved it. It was an unfamiliar feeling----a feeling of being an object of desire for once instead of an object of ridicule. I at once recalled the only other instance I had felt this way...on my very first date, my only date so far in my life, and that had been with my first and only love---Chris. 

My body continued its dance, but images flashed through my head. I remembered graduation, how I had uncharacteristically run up to him and hugged him, tears obviously shining in my eyes as I wished him good luck going to college. I remembered my first semester at college, wishing he was there with me, but knowing he was almost 300 miles away, taking other classes and probably making new friends and dating another girl. It saddened me, but somehow I made it through my first and second semester without feeling too lonely. Now it was summer again, and I had been without him one whole year. It honestly seemed like eternity. I longed to see him, longed to hear of him, or know that he was close by. 

Suddenly a strong, masculine hand grasped mine firmly as I danced. 

"Do you mind if I dance with you?" asked a fairly deep, pleasantly resonating voice. 

That voice...was familiar. It brought up an image of love to me, of someone I knew very well. I turned to see----

"Hey! It's you! Hey, Chris!" I said loudly over the music. 

"Hey. I saw you dancing and I thought I'd say hey." His face blushed and I couldn't resist smiling big.  "That's great!" I said, my smile betraying my still-existent feelings for him. "Why don't we go over to one of those tables over there so we can catch up?" 

"OK, sounds great," he replied. I stopped my dancing and walked with him over to one of the tables, where we sat down. 

"How are ya?" I asked, still high from my dancing. 

"I'm great," he replied shyly, as he had done in high school. "Gosh, you looked so...different. I almost didn't recognize you," he said with an ample blush in his cheeks. 

"God, he is so sexy," I thought to myself. "Everything about him...Ooh!" I couldn't resist having a short mental squealing fit. 

"Yeah," I said with a nervous laugh. "My friends invited me out for my first time clubbing. I didn't expect to see you here. God, how long has it been? A whole year of college?" 

"Yeah...it's been a year," he said, casting his eyes down a bit. 

"I didn't think you liked dancing in public, Chris," I said playfully. 

"I usually don't. My friends actually told me to come tonight. I had plenty of work to do, but I got it done in time to come with them. I'm glad they told me about this; otherwise I wouldn't have seen you. I've wanted to talk to you for a long time." 

"Me too," I said, half-wistfully. "I haven't seen you since we graduated." I wanted to add that I'd missed him severely, but thought it best not to do so. 

"So, what have you been doing with yourself?" he asked sincerely. 

"Well, aside from studying creative writing and working on my poetry and music, I've done nothing but build friendships," I said modestly. 

"That's good...I had trouble making friends at first, but now I've got a pretty steady group I hang out with," he said. He looked at me straight in the eye then, his piercing dark brown eyes shooting through me to my very soul, and I realized how much I'd missed that gaze.  "Well, aside from friends, do you have anyone else you hang out with?" he asked, with what I interpreted as worry in his voice. I about asked "Who do you hang out with besides friends?", but then I realized what he was asking about. 

"Oh, you mean boyfriends?" 

"Yes," he said, blushing a bit. 

"Oh, I haven't had a boyfriend in forever," I said, my hand slightly brushing his in what I hoped he thought was a friendly gesture. Then I let it slip: "No one can really replace you!" 

His face turned bright red. I must have turned ten shades of it trying to recover from my blunder. 

"Oh, God, I've done it," I thought to myself. "Ain't seen him in a year and I have to go and say that. God, I'm an idiot!" 

I said nervously, "Gosh, I didn't mean to say that. That just slipped out. I've embarrassed you, haven't I? I'm sorry, Chris," I said, getting up in haste. "I---I just messed---messed it up again." 

I was stammering by now, feeling an odd tear's stinging pressure in my eye and trying not to cry in front of him.  "Hey, wait, where are you going?" he called after me.  "I---I thought you wouldn't want to talk to me anymore. God, I'm so freakin' stupid saying something like that when we haven't seen each other in a year." 

"I didn't think it was stupid," Chris said, getting up and walking over to me. The odd tear had managed to slip down my cheek, and I didn't want him to see me like that, but he caught up to me anyway. 

"I thought it was...kinda sweet." His shy voice had taken over again, and he said softly, "Would you like to maybe ride around with me for a little while? We could just hang out." 

"Sure," I said nervously, feeling like it was our first date again.

We left the club and drove in his Pontiac down the street and around the town for a little while. Finally, he pulled into a parking spot in front of a dorm on the nearby college campus. 

"So, this is your dorm, huh?" I said, looking up at the tall building in awe. "Cool...which floor do you live on?" 

"On the top one; all the people at the last of the alphabet get put up there. You would be lucky---you'd be on the 2nd floor, probably." 

"It's a coed dorm?" I asked, puzzled. 

"Yeah, but I don't room with any girls. It's weird----they alternate a floor of guys and a floor of girls here, but they're OK with guys and girls in the same room." 

"Lucky me," I thought with a blush.

We rode the elevator all the way up to the top floor of the dorm and went down the hall to his room. He first knocked, then tried the door. 

"Good thing I didn't forget my key...my roommate isn't back yet," he said, still speaking in his sexy soft voice as he unlocked the door. I followed him into the room, and he flipped the light on.

"Wow...your room looks cool. And neat. My dorm room is a freakin' federal disaster area," I said with a laugh. 

"I cleaned up a little in here from yesterday. My roommate decided to have a little party in here and there was so much trash everywhere I couldn't walk." He broke into his big wonderful smile. "I'm kinda glad I cleaned up," he said, looking deeply into my eyes again. I shifted uneasily under his stare, and he grasped my hand again. "You're just as beautiful as the last time I saw you."

As much as I wanted to believe it was real, I had trouble.  "Chris, you never showed any attraction to me in high school after we dated for three days back before tenth grade. How can you think I'm beautiful? I loved you so much then, and I couldn't figure you out; I couldn't understand why you didn't want me anymore." A little sadness crept into my voice. "What's changed?"

"Well, for one thing, I couldn't date. After I dated that one witch of a girl, my parents forbid me to have another relationship until I was out of high school. I did like you a lot then, but I couldn't act on it. Another thing was...I was...kind of experimenting." 

"Hmm?" I asked, confused. 

"You know...I was trying to figure out if I was...you know, gay or something." He looked away, as if he were almost ashamed of having done so. 

I took a deep breath. "So Stacy was right," I said reluctantly. 

"Huh? What do you mean?" he asked. 

"My friend Stacy told me she had seen you and a tall blond guy holding hands in the mall one day. I refused to believe it, but I knew she would never lie to me about something like that." 

"Well, I did that for...maybe, a couple of days, but I found that I definitely was not gay." 

I breathed a mental sigh of relief. 

"Does the fact I experimented offend you?" he asked gently, with a look of worry on his face. 

"Not in the least. When Stacy told me about it, I was like, 'Well, maybe he's bi. Then I at least have a chance!'" He and I both laughed over that. 

Then Chris looked at me seriously. "I'm sorry you felt the need to doubt that I loved you. I most certainly did." I knew my face was glowing with happiness by this time, but I didn't say anything; I was just enjoying being happy. 

"You were the reason I couldn't find another girl to suit me. I tried to find girls like you in high school and here, and they were all---" He stopped himself. 

"Sluts?" I added cheerfully. 

"Well, I didn't think that particular word..." I giggled. "But yes, they were. They were nothing like you at all. I realized this Christmas that I was tired of being alone and knowing that my soul mate was out there, just not with me." 

"My feeling exactly," I said, holding his hand gently. "I have loved you from the moment I met you, and I really never gave up hope that one day you and I might marry and love each other. I have actually had no boyfriends because I was waiting on you." 

"You were?" he asked with a touch of surprise. 

"Yeah...I told my friends I was either going to marry you and have children and lots of...well, you know..." He blushed. "Yeah, you know. Either I was going to do that or die a virgin." 

"You wouldn't have had to do that. There are plenty of men in this world who love women like you," Chris said, and I thought I heard him add under his breath, "Especially me." 

"Well, they wouldn't be you, and so I wouldn't have them anyway." 

"You mean that?" he asked. 

"Sure as shootin'," I said in my best redneck impression. "I've done kind of the same thing---my friends wanted me to go to some kind of party one night and...you know, 'lose it'. They thought it would loosen me up---no pun intended, by the way." I laughed my 'thinking about naughty things' laugh and he smiled. "They thought it might stop me from thinking about you so much. No such luck; I chickened out and did homework up here instead of going to the party." 

Then I paused, trying to get up the nerve for what I was about to ask.  "But now that we're up here and they're OK with me being up here and we've told each other we love each other...do you think it's finally the right time?" 

His eyes widened. "You mean, really?" 

"Sure I do. I feel like I'm with my soul mate, and heck, we might as well be married, so...I'm willing to bend my rule of 'no sex before marriage' for my soul mate." I gave him a genuine smile, and he relaxed. 

"Then, how should we...go about it?" he asked, a little nervously. 

"Well, how about I finish the dance I started at the club?"

I got up and started to sway my hips to an imagined beat, my full breasts moving a little as well. As I danced, I could see Chris' face blushing red as fire. 

"Like what you see?" I asked, in a seductive voice I didn't recognize. He nodded, though his eyes were following my rounded hips---back and forth, back and forth. I kept swaying my hips as I reached for the short hem of the dress and slowly lifted the dress up and over my head, leaving myself in my plain white bra and panties. I had chosen not to wear hose or anything of the sort, and I was glad of that now. Then I bent down from the waist to undo my sexy shoes, giving him a good long look at my breasts straining valiantly to free themselves of the bra. I could feel his stare on me as I took the shoes off and stood back up, resuming my sexy rhythm. 

I then reached behind me and started to slowly unhook the bra, one hook at a time. He was intensely focused on my chest as I slowly undid the bra until I slipped it from my broad shoulders and let it fall to the ground. My naked breasts were now exposed to his eyes, and from the way he was looking, I think he liked them. 

"God, you...you are so...lovely," he breathed. 

"I'm glad...they're for your eyes only, Chris," I said with a crafty smile. "But the piece de resistance is still to be revealed."

I kept my hips swaying to the same steady beat as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties. Thankfully, I had chosen some panties that were a little sexier than my normal fare, but still suited my virginal status. Their lines complemented the curves of my hips and made me a little bolder as I slid the panties slowly off my hips, then down my thighs slowly. I pulled them to my knees, then let go and let them fall to the floor around my slender ankles.

Chris stared at my body, now gloriously naked, as I shivered under his eyes. His face had the wide-eyed innocent look that I'd always loved, but his eyes betrayed the beginnings of lust bubbling within him. I beamed.  "You must really like that!" I teased. "Thought I'd have to resuscitate you for a minute there." 

In response he stood up and embraced me, and whispered softly, "I couldn't have asked for better." I pressed my naked hips against him and, for the first time in my life, felt how hard he had become.

"Ah, I see the audience enjoyed the show?" I said sexily, trailing my hand down between our bodies and feeling him.  "Don't forget to tip the performer," I said while slowly unzipping his pants and revealing his penis.

"Damn..." The obscenity escaped my lips as I saw it. "Man, Chris, you are...extremely well-endowed. Holy crap..." Though the wetness between my legs had been building ever since we had left the club, the thought of him inside me made me hornier than ever. All I could think about was him pressing into me, slowly gaining entrance, and I looked up at him, my eyes surely afire with lust. 

He recognized the change in my face instantly. "Your face...you look so different." 

"I have never been this horny in my life, Chris," I said, stepping around him to sit on the bed. 

"What are you doing?" he asked, confused. 

"Would you mind performing for me like I did for you? I promise, you'll be paid well," I said, with a saucy wink. He burst into his big smile, and I about melted.  "Sure...if you promise not to laugh," he said, the shyness creeping into his voice. 

"Chris, you saw me, and I thought you would think I was the fattest woman ever, but you didn't; you liked me. And I know I like your body with clothes on...I can only imagine you without. Damn! Ooh! Sexy!" He blushed at my funny dramatic expressions.


Without a word, he lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, then slid his pants down. 

"Ooh...nice!" I said approvingly, the tingle between my legs growing more intense with each passing second as he slid his underwear off and stood before me. 

I stared for a minute before he asked nervously, "What's wrong?" 

"Nothing..." I said dreamily, my eyes taking in every facet of him. He was slightly pale all over, from not being in the sun so much. Like me, he was shy about baring his body. The contrast of his dark hair and eyes and his pale skin was striking, but even more sexy and striking was how thin he was compared to how well-endowed he was. I smiled broadly. 

"Thank you, God, for making the perfect man," I breathed.  He blushed. "Aw...I'm nowhere near perfect." His face darkened a bit. "My previous girlfriends have let me know that." 

"Well, I'm your soon-to-be lover and wife, and let me tell you, I couldn't have sent off from a mail-order catalog to Heaven asking for a man better than you." I looked into his eyes. 

"I once asked God for a man that was smart, sweet, loving, and wonderful. Well...I asked, God answered." 

With that, I lay back on the bed and opened my legs just a little. "Are you ready?" I was surprised at my own boldness; usually I wasn't as such, but in Chris' presence I felt the sudden need to put the "ho" back in "gung-ho."

He nodded, but was shaking as he slowly got on top of me.  I couldn't believe it: my fantasy was about to come true. I opened my legs wider to allow him between them, and he gently touched my clitoris, which by this time was throbbing and super-sensitive. His gentle touch turned me on more than anything could have, and I moaned. 




The Dance Floor



He stopped suddenly. "Did I hurt you?" 

"No, Chris...it felt really, really good," I said, my naturally low-pitched voice becoming more throaty with my desire. He touched me again, and I felt the pleasureable vibrations tingle all over my body. Then his fingers wandered down to my entrance. 


"Gosh, you're really slippery," he said, like a wondering little boy. 

"You made me that way, Chris," I said, smiling. "You're just so sexy, I can't help it." I licked my lips in anticipation. "You can touch me anywhere, Chris." I was so horny by that time that I wanted to feel him inside me right then.

I felt him then slide one finger inside me. 

"You're so warm inside..." Chris breathed. He slid it deeper inside me, and I gave a low moan from deep within my throat. Suddenly I felt a little twinge of pain and I whimpered a bit. 

"Ooh." I squinted a bit. 

"Are you OK?" Chris asked. 

"Yeah...I do believe you just met my virginity." I hadn't realized just how tight I was until that moment. 

Without realizing it, Chris asked the question that had been on my mind: "How will I fit inside?"

I thought about it for a minute, then grinned. "Well, ain't nothing to do but try," I said. "I'll be OK, whatever happens." 

He seemed to relax and withdrew his finger, then moved up so that his face hovered inches from mine. I felt an unfamiliar pressure on my clitoris, which with my natural wetness slid down to rest at my entrance.  It was his turn to moan this time. 

"I've never been so turned on in my life," he said, his voice now taking on a raspier edge. 

"Me too," I whispered softly. I shifted my hips underneath him, so that he could thrust. "Go ahead."

He nervously thrust forward, and I felt the head of his penis slip inside. I drew a breath sharply, the feeling overtaking me for a second. He waited for a minute, then pushed forward, sliding inside me farther. I wondered for a second when he would come up against my virginity, but I didn't have to wait long as a slice of pain cut through my lower body. 

"Ow...shit."

He stopped pushing and looked into my eyes. 

"Should we stop?" 

"No...I think it would be good if you pulled out a little and then pushed back in. I've heard that works." 

"OK," he said, then I felt him slide out of me a little, then he gently pushed back inside. I felt him come up against my virginity again, and he looked up at me.  "Should I try again?" 

"Push forward this time. I'll be all right." I bit my lip and dug my nails into my palm to steel myself against the pain I knew was coming. 

He pushed forward, and I felt him at last break through my virginity. I couldn't help but cry out, but the pain was not as bad as I had expected. He rested against me, his length finally buried deep within me. 

"Are you all right now?" Chris asked gently after a minute, looking deeply into my eyes. 

"Yep," I said cheerfully. Then a flash of lust overtook me. "God, you feel so good inside me. Damn, I didn't know what I was missing!" He thrust inside me again, and I moaned, my body now hypersensitive to every touch. I started to move my hips with his thrusts, and he seemed to like it.

I again reveled in the sensations I felt, my body's lust overtaking my reason and mental faculties and everything else I ever held dear. He was beginning to pound inside of me faster now, and a sensuous moan I had never heard myself make before came from deep within my chest. 

"Mmm...God, you feel so wonderful inside me." My voice took on a slight breathiness as I said this, and Chris smiled down at me. Our eyes locked, and the piercing look in his dark eyes and the way he was piercing me physically made me more excited than ever. I felt as if he were penetrating my very soul--a sexy thought indeed.

We kept our eyes focused on each other as our pace quickened, and I felt him pump in and out of me, felt the smoothness of his skin against mine as he made love to me.

"I love you," he whispered. "I'm so glad you are my first." 

"I love you, too, Chris...and you're my first and only." I felt the familiar sensation of orgasm beginning to flitter within me, but it was nothing like when I had masturbated. This was far too strong. It built and built and built much faster within me, and I couldn't help but squeal as it reached ever higher intensities. I felt my skin flush and I knew I was close.

"Chris, I'm almost there," I panted in a lust-filled, throaty voice. "God. Give it to me. Damn, you feel so good." 

"God, that's turning me on so much," he replied, his voice turning into a sexy growl as he pounded inside me. "You feel so hot and so wonderful...I never want to stop." His words and his voice were so sexy, and that combined with the physical vibrations within me pushed me over the edge.

I gasped sharply and gave forth a long, breathy moan that felt like it was being ripped from my body as I orgasmed. All my muscles tightened, especially the muscles surrounding Chris as he plunged as deeply as he could go inside of me. I looked up at him to see his face contort and his body tighten as mine did, and I squeezed him tightly within me as I orgasmed a second time. I felt him pulse within me, and suddenly he came, his entire body shuddering and his cum bathing my inner walls and I moaned, feeling its heat within me.

He collapsed on top of me then, our breathing slowing together. I felt immediately and wonderfully exhausted and felt as if I could float right into peaceful sleep. What seemed like hours later, however, I opened my eyes slowly. I embraced Chris gently, and he woke up. 

"Hey...how are you?" I asked quietly. 

"Great," he said, his eyes only half-open, still reveling in the fading pleasure. 

"Understatement of the year, right?" I said, giggling.  "Yeah...God, you are the most wonderful woman in the world." 

"And you are the sexiest man in the world," I said, repositioning myself a little on the bed. "I always thought my first time would be magical," I thought to myself. "I am so damn glad I waited." 

I settled myself underneath him, feeling that he was still hard inside me, and I couldn't believe how good it felt, not only to feel my soul mate within me physically, but spiritually as well. Chris had fallen back asleep by this time, and I looked at him. 

"Thank you, God, for making this all happen," I whispered quietly. "Couldn't have done it without You." My last sight before I too fell asleep was of Chris' sweet face, his eyes gently closed in slumber, and a slight smile curving his lips. I knew my face would bear a smile for the rest of my life.