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The Dancer

By: KingCherry



I moved out of my parents' house when I was nineteen. My best friend Carl and I got a two-bedroom apartment together and agreed to share expenses. Up until, and right after we moved we talked endlessly, fantasizing about all of the adventures we would have at our new pad. 

We talked about swapping women, sharing women, orgies and everything else that can be imagined by horny, nineteen year-old guys.

About two months after getting settled in, we both became anxious to experience at least one of the escapades we had foreseen. We paced back and forth in the apartment plotting and complaining.

We finally decided that purchasing new fuck flicks would at least settle us down for a little while. We found a good movie store and carefully picked out one movie each. When we got home we immediately put in one of the movies, Carl's choice, I think. After a few minutes Carl asked me to leave the room so he could masturbate.

I definitely understood his need to stroke after watching some of the movie he had picked out, so I exited the living room and went to my room. I picked up a book and began reading when the phone rang. 

Carl talked for at least thirty minutes. I finally came out of my bedroom when Carl hung up the phone. He had a devious look on his face. I knew he was going to tell me something good. All I could think of was group sex. 

Carl smiled at me and said, "Melina wants to practice her new dance routine at our apartment and get our opinion."

Carl had known Melina since high school when they used to date off and on. She was kind of sleazy, she had a low self-esteem, she was a titty dancer. 

I told Carl I was most definitely game as my cock partially hardened. The rest of the day expired, night fell, and late finally came. I was tired of waiting for Melina to show up and I knew it was too good to be true anyway so I went to bed.

Before I knew it Carl was waking me up saying "she's here...and she brought a friend". I sprung out of bed and immediately looked in the mirror to make sure I didn't look too asleep. I combed my fingers through my hair, threw on that day's clothes, from the floor, and went into the living room. 

Carl had one of our new movies playing with the sound muted and Melina's dance routine music playing.

Melina's friend, who's name, I don't think I was ever told (we'll call her "Naughty"), was hot. She was not beautiful, she was kind of dirty, sexy. She had a great body and a sexy face, but she was kind of stinky looking, which really made me want to fuck her dirty. 

She said "hi, you're Darren right, I came to watch too". Melina instructed us to all sit on the couch. When she got her tape to the right song she began her routine. She did the typical titty dance routine, pushing her ass out, rubbing her breasts, and looking at us with permissive eyes. 

After she gave her routine one go around and she received our approval she began giving us lap dances one by one. I was first. Melina stood over me, her nipples erect, and let her hair drape over my face and chest. 

I felt her soft tendrils against my skin and stared at her breasts and navel. My cock was bulging and she didn't hesitate to make sure I knew she saw the tent that was forming on my pants.

She moved to Carl then, giving him the same treatment. When everyone was paying attention to Melina's lap dance for Carl, I began rubbing my cock through my pants. Melina lingered at Carl for a while really giving him the deluxe version.

Finally it was "Naughty's" turn. Melina's friend's eyes lit up as she anxiously received Melina on her lap. "Naughty" leaned back against the couch and welcomed Melina's seductive parade. 

Melina straddled "Naughty's" lap and teased her mouth with her tongue and lips. Melina's nipples were swollen red and she looked anxious to please and a little frustrated. 

I could tell Melina wanted to take "Naughty" without further hesitation and the only reason they weren't girl fucking already was because Carl and I were there. 

Melina slid her hands across "Naughty's" inner thighs, up just past the hem of her shorts. "Naughty's" back arched and her breasts heaved forward revealing her supple profile. 

Carl and I made eye contact and exchanged nods of approval. I couldn't believe these girls were petting in my living room. My heart pulsed quickly as I enjoyed "Naughty" and Melina and the fantasy they were fulfilling. 

By the time I got over the shock of the very idea of two sexy, titty dancing girls making out in front of me, I realized Melina and "Naughty" were not stopping. Melina was standing, facing away from the couch as "Naughty" encircled her within her arms from behind with her left hand massaging Melina's pussy and her right hand kneading a breast, as she bit, sucked, and kissed her back, shoulders and neck. 

Melina's head fell back, her brown locks covering "Naughty's" face, as she purred deeply while welcoming "Naughty's" flesh.

Melina turned to face her. She dropped to her knees, nearly knocking over the coffee table. She struggled to free Naughty from her shorts while biting her stomach and panting.

"Naughty" clawed Melina's shoulders and pulled her hair as Melina finally managed to get "Naughty's" shorts down to her ankles. 

Melina did not wait to remove "Naughty's" panties, she pulled the front of them aside exposing her clean shaven, agitated mound. "Naughty" struggled to force Melina's face between her thighs but Melina grabbed her wrists and teased her with her tongue. 

"Naughty" let out a muffled scream as she gritted her teeth and pushed her soaked baldness against Melina's face. Melina, though enjoying the torture she was administering, became bothered herself and couldn't refuse herself the pleasure of tasting "Naughty". 

She buried her face between "Naughty's" welcoming thighs and frantically sucked her pussy. Shortly after "Naughty's" shorts fell I removed my cock from my pants and established a steady rhythm, taking in the sounds and sights Melina and "Naughty" were blessing us with.

Carl also flogged his cock as he looked on with disbelief. Before I knew it "Naughty" and Melina were fully bare and laying on the floor writhing with pleasure. They laid on their sides, facing each other, their legs tangled and their bloated clits pressed together, all four of their legs quivering as a result of the slightest movements.

Carl had positioned himself about a foot away from them. He stood on his knees pulling his rod, not wanting to miss anything.

I stayed on the couch, happy with my view, tickling my balls with my left hand while rubbing my tip with my right. As the girls repositioned themselves into a sixty niner "Naughty" lifted her head, made eye contact with Carl, and started giving her fingers a simulated blow job.

After little hesitation Carl knee walked up to "Naughty" and put his prick right in front of her face. She took hold of Carl's cock and stroked it as she lowered her head and ate Melina.

As the girl's sixty nined and Carl received the best hand job of his short sex life, I continued to tug myself, struggling to control myself to prevent an early end to this unbelievable experience. "Naughty" lifted her head again and took Carl in her mouth, all the way down to his balls. 

Carl's stomach tensed, his head slammed back, and his mouth fell wide open as he immediately filled "Naughty's" mouth with his seed. "Naughty" gulped a few times and shortly after, began French kissing Melina's hole again.

I couldn't take anymore. After seeing Carl fill "Naughty's" mouth I had to get in on the action. 

I got off the couch and wiggled myself between "Naughty" and Melina. They welcomed me by stopping their activities and immediately concentrating on me. 

They were still in a sixty nine position, "Naughty's" pussy was at my face and Melina was spooning me. "Naughty" promptly sucked my cock into her mouth and swallowed me, practically taking my balls in too. 

I felt her teeth graze the sides of my dick as Melina bit and sucked the back of my neck, sat up and took my nipple into her mouth, gently nibbling and tonguing it. When the shock wore off I smelled "Naughty's" moistness and immediately filled my mouth with her stinky pinkness. 

I was oblivious to everything other than the sensation of Melina's prodding tongue all over my upper body, "Naughty's" dripping pussy in my mouth, and her skilled mouth and trained throat all over my veiny piston. 

"Naughty" and I matched rhythm, pumping each other's faces simultaneously as Melina stood on her knees, alternately licking us both all over. 

"Naughty's" legs were like a vice on my head as hot orgasmic drool ran from her twat. I removed my mouth from "Naughty" concentrating on the pleasure she was conducting on my cock only to notice that Carl had gotten it up again and was poling Melina from behind, squeezing both breasts, his face contorted and his neck bulging.

"Naughty" continued sucking me relentlessly, chewing and licking my cock as she fucked me with her throat. I watched Melina take Carl, I felt "Naughty" on my dick and I finally came.

"Naughty" had seconds now as she swallowed my cum just as she had swallowed Carl's earlier. I felt a muscle cramp in my lower back and in my right leg as I strained to experience my orgasm. Carl continued stabbing Melina from behind until he pulled out, slapped his thickness against her ass cheek and spilled his second load of the night.

The Dancer



My wife of 12 years loves to dance. Carla has been into dancing since before I met her when we were both 16. We started going steady in high school right after we met, got engaged in our senior year, and got married right after we graduated. 

She is one hot dancer. She could be a professional if she wanted. I've seen lots of dancers on TV and movies that aren't anywhere near as good as my wife is. 

I can't dance. I have two left feet, or maybe even three. Whenever I try to dance I step on people or fall on my ass. I can do the kind of dance where you just stand in one spot and wave your arms and shake a little, but when you have to move your feet I'm lost. 

This is a disappointment to my wife, but she has been very understanding over the years. When we go to parties and such I don't complain about her dancing with other guys and she really loves me for being so understanding. Why wouldn't I be? Dancing makes her horny and I get the benefits. After a couple hours dancing she can't wait to get home so I can fuck her. Several times I've had a great blow job on the way home from the party because she was so hot. 

I have to say that I get pretty hot watching her strut her stuff on the dance floor. Watching her move with rhythm, grace and beauty is a real turn-on. We don't go to those kind of parties very often so when we do I encourage her to show-off. 

I like to buy her sexy clothes that show off her hot bod when she is dancing. With a 35B, 23, 35 figure on her 5'5" frame she is really hot looking. Her tits may be smaller than some guys like, but they are nice and firm and she doesn't have to wear a bra to hold them up. She sometimes gets a little embarrassed when her nipples get hard while she is dancing, but she knows I like her that way. I've told her I don't mind if some other guys see her nipples sticking out. It's even kind of a turn-on to watch them looking at her. So she has gotten to where she kind of likes it too. 

She has this one dress that just blows me away. Emerald green to go with her red hair and milky white skin. It comes down to about mid thigh. In the front it splits at the waist and laces up to just above her breasts. There is a piece of flesh colored material lining the front so you can't really see anything. You can see that she has the right equipment as she moves on the dance floor as the dress slides this way and that across those firm titties of hers, but you don't see any flesh. The dress comes with a matching set of panties. They don't let you see anything either. You know the kind. Some sort of solid material that cover her ass cheeks and pussy. Not like a pair of bikini panties. A couple of times when she wore the dress out for dinner, not dancing, I talked her into wearing a pair of lacy thin bikini panties. They are toooooo hot. I love to look at her red bush showing through the green panties. 

I like to play poker. I started having regular Saturday night games in the eighth grade with five friends. We've been playing every Saturday since. Everybody doesn't always make it, but there is always at least four. We decided early on that four is the minimum. We play until guys tap out and there is only three left. That is the end of the game for that night. 

Almost seventeen years without missing a Saturday. Sometimes there were only four guys to start and the game didn't last very long , but we always had a game. Last Saturday that changed. And so did a lot of other things. 

Tom and Mike were going out of town on come kind of company retreat. That didn't matter as that still left me, Bud, Ron, and Gene. The game was going to be at my house. 

Carla went shopping that morning and I was just doing a few chores around the house when Gene called and said he couldn't make it due to a family emergency. Shit, there goes our streak. 

Then I got a great idea. Make points with the wife and have a really hot night. I decided not to call Bud and Ron. Just let them come over. Instead of poker they could dance with my wife for a while. After a couple hours they could head home and I could screw Carla's brains out. I knew they wouldn't mind not rushing home to the wife and screaming kids. That's one thing Bud always said, "Stan, you don't know how lucky you are to have a wife like Carla that doesn't want kids. I love my kids but they can drive you crazy." 

I figured I would take Carla out for dinner at a nice place and get her back home just in time for the guys to arrive. That way she would still be dressed up and ready for dancing. 

This time since the dancing would be private I wanted her to be even hotter looking than usual. I got out her emerald green dress and cut out the flesh colored material. I laid it out on the bed with the see-through panties instead of the matching panties that came with the dress. 

When Carla got home around 6, I was sitting in the family room having a beer. After a greeting kiss I told her we were going out for dinner and she should shower and get dressed in what I had laid out for her. She was tickled to be going out at such short notice and ran off to get ready. 

About 45 minutes later Carla walked into the family room. I looked at her and almost fell off my barstool. "Wow, babe. You are HOT!" 

She blushed and wondered if she wasn't showing too much. I assured her she looked just fine, "never better". I couldn't wait to get her back home from dinner so I could watch her dancing in that wild outfit. I knew I would be getting an eyeful. 

I didn't mind the idea of Bud and Ron getting a peek too. I was proud of her body and wished she would show it off a little more anyway. 

While we were having dinner the waiter paid us a lot of attention. It was obvious he liked what he saw when he was serving us. Carla got a little embarrassed by all the attention, but she kind of liked it to. The first time she looked up and saw the waiter staring at her partially exposed tits she blushed a bright red. As her titties turned red they just showed up more in contrast to her green dress. 

The next time I saw the waiter heading our way I whispered, "You really look hot with half your tits exposed for me." That caused her to blush again and they were very red when the waiter got to our table. 

Carla was starting to get a little turned-on herself. When we left the restaurant and headed home she slid over close to me and rubbed my leg. "If you didn't have poker tonight I would be raping you." 

That caused my cock to harden a little. I chuckled as I thought about the surprise waiting for her. 

When we got home and into the house I grabbed her and brushed her lips with mine. I pulled back a little and looked her in the eye. While we were gazing into each other's eyes I moved my head forward and licked her lips. I ran my tongue across her lips and circled her mouth. She let out a little purr and reached down to caress my hardening cock. Just then the doorbell rang. 

I held my wife's hand as I opened the door and let Bud and Ron in. They both gave Carla the once over. It was obvious they liked what they saw. After greetings we all went into the family room. The guys sat down while Carla went to get beers and I turned on some dance music. 

When Carla handed me a beer I told her she ought to dance with Ron. As soon as I said it Ron was up and saying, "Yeah, Carla, let's rock." 

That was all she needed. They moved to the middle of the room and started dancing. Ron is probably the best dancer of our poker group and Carla always enjoys dancing with him. 

I was sitting on the couch next to Bud and enjoying seeing my wife's tits being exposed and covered as she moved to the music. There were times I could even see her nipples. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that Bud was enjoying the show too. 

Then Ron twirled Carla and her dress flew up exposing those see-through panties to Bud and me. We got a good look at her ass and then her red bush as she swung around. When her dress settled back down Bud looked at me and smiled. He nudged me and said, "Niiiiiiiiiiicccccccceeeee." 

I don't know why, but that caused my prick to get a little harder. I knew I wanted my wife to show off some, but I didn't know I would get so turned on by another guy seeing her ass and pussy. 

After a couple of dances, Bud cut in and started dancing with her. Carla had already worked up a sweat and I could tell she was getting horny. Bud did a lot of swinging her around, providing Ron and I a great show. Her dress was flying around her waist more than it was covering her. Her nipples were hard and stabbing her dress, trying to poke holes in it. 

When Ron first saw what was on display he gave me a kind of funny look. It didn't take long though for him to start sporting a boner. 

The next number was a slow one and Bud pulled my wife in close. I knew that she didn't care much for Bud, but she seemed to enjoy rubbing against him. He was actually grinding his pelvis against her, like he was trying to dry fuck her. This was really making me hot. 

Bud slowly turned them around until my wife's ass was pointed at me and Ron. He was looking me right in the eye as his hand slid down her back and caressed her ass cheek. I expected Carla to resist but she let him pull her even closer and slide his hand over the crack of her ass and press her pussy tight to him. 

When the number ended Carla said she needed a break. Bud brought her over to me and she sat down next to me. Bud and Ron went over to the bar to get beers. 

I put my arm around my wife and kissed her, stabbing her open mouth with my tongue. She was moaning against my mouth as I slid a hand inside her dress and softly squeezed her tits. I kept fondling her tits as I broke the kiss and pulled back a little. 

She said, "Honey, get rid of them. I want to fuck you!" 

We were looking deep into each others eyes as I said, "I want to see you dance some more first. You look sooo hot out there. Tease me a little more. Take your panties off." Her face flushed and she looked a little scared. "This time I want to see bare pussy when you dance." 

"Oooohhh, honey. What about Bud and Ron?" 

"I want them to see that red bush of yours too." She moaned again when I said that. Then she reached under her dress and started to remove her panties trying not to let the guys see what she was doing. 

I kissed her again as she handed me her panties. Ron came up and asked for another dance. Carla pulled back and looked me in the eye. I smiled at her and she smiled back. Her eyes were a little glazed and I knew it wouldn't be long before she was fucking me silly. 

Bud sat down next to me and watched as Ron immediately spun my wife around. As we saw her bare ass and pussy displayed for us Bud said, "That's much better. Who gets to fuck her first." I almost gagged on my beer when he said that. I thought he knew that I was the ONLY one who was going to screw her. After all she is MY wife. 

It was weird to feel my cock lurch when he talked like that. My little head took over thinking for my big head and I thought I wanted to see them fuck my wife. "Ron." I croaked out. Did I really say that? 

After just one dance Ron brought her back to me. The guys went back to the bar as Carla sat next to me. She asked if I had enjoyed the show. I told her that Bud and I both had enjoyed her charms and asked if she liked doing it. She said it felt naughty, but in a way she liked it. She just wished Bud hadn't seen. She felt embarrassed about that. 

"You're not embarrassed. You just want to fuck." 

"Oh baby, you know it. Let's go do it." 

I took her hand and put her panties in it. "Take these over and put them on the bar." I had a hard time saying it. My stomach turned over and my dick jumped. My dick won the argument. She gave me a startled look as she absorbed what I had said. Her mouth opened and her breath quickened. I could tell she was just as hot as I was. I could see the lust in her eyes as she realized what I was saying. I could tell from her expression when she knew she wanted the same thing I did. We both wanted her to fuck Ron and Bud. 

She got up and walked to the bar on unsteady legs. She stood between Ron and Bud for a few seconds, then reached out, holding her hand a foot or so above the bar. She opened her hand and dropped her panties on the bar. Ron and Bud took that as an unspoken invitation. 

The guys looked at each other and then each one took an arm and lifted her onto a barstool. It looked as though they had already made plans. Bud reached down and spread my wife's legs as Ron unfastened his pants and dropped them and his shorts to his ankles. 

I got up and went to stand besideCarla opposite Bud. Ron stepped between her legs with his cock pointed at her. He reached around my wife and grabbed her ass with both hands and slid her to the edge of the barstool. Bud looked at me and said, "Pull her dress up." 

I've never done anything so perverted, or hot, in my life. Here I was, raising my wife's dress so two other guys could fuck her. She just stared at Ron as I pulled her dress up around her waist, exposing her red bush to all of us. 

Ron took hold of his cock and rubbed it up and down her slit. As he did I could see his cockhead getting wet from his precum and my wife's juices. He kept rubbing his cock up and down, slowly pushing it between her cunt lips. They were staring into each others eyes. Carla was moaning and almost crying with passion. She reached out to grab him and Bud said to grab her arm. I took hold of one arm and Bud took the other. We pushed her arms back, holding her so she couldn't move. 

Suddenly, Ron lunged forward, driving his cock in to the hilt. My wife screamed at the suddenness of the attack on her pussy. Ron held still for a moment, then he slowly withdrew until just the head of his cock was in her cunt. Then he lunged forward again, burying himself in that tight little hole. This time Carla just moaned at the assault. 

Ron began a steady rhythm of slowly withdrawing then driving in as hard as he could. My wife was so wet that each time his body pounded into hers I could hear the wet smacking sound of the collision. Carla came after only 6 or 7 thrusts. The wild thing was that she didn't stop. The more Ron drove his cock in her the more she shuddered with orgasm. 

Ron began picking up speed. He continued his furious assault on my wife's pussy, but he quickened the withdrawal, still driving full force in her. 

I was fascinated watching his cock drive in and out of my wife's tight hole. His cock, and soon his balls, were glistening wetly with her pussy juices. Carla was moaning continuously. Her head was turning from side to side. 

I could tell Ron was going to cum soon as he started grunting and was driving in with faster, shorter strokes. Bud let go of her arm and unlaced her dress. 

Ron drove into her one last time. Then he grabbed her ass and just kept pressed hard against her as his balls emptied their load in my wife's pussy. He just stayed that way for almost 5 minutes. His face just a few inches from my wife's. Looking deep into her eyes. 

Then he jerked back from her and I could hear a pop as he yanked his cock from her pussy. He moved out of the way and Bud immediately replaced him between my wife's legs. I hadn't noticed but now I saw that he had removed his pants and his hardon was sticking out with precum dripping from the tip. 

I gasped as I saw his cock press against my wife's sticky wet cunt lips. His cock was huge. It was at least 10 inches long and over 3 inches wide. Carla looked down to see what I was looking at. 

"Oh my God. I can't take that. It's too big." Bud just pushed his cockhead between her cunt lips. "No Bud." she screamed. 

Bud grabbed her ass and shoved the head of his cock in her tight little pussy. "You can take it bitch. I'm going to fuck you like you've never had it before." 

He just kept pushing that monster cock in her pussy, in spite of all the resistance. My wife was being stretched wider than ever before. She was moaning and tears were running down her face as Bud's cock slowly gained entry to her hidden treasures. Bud smiled at her, "Does it hurt, bitch?" 

"Oh my God yes. Oooooohhhhhhh yeeeeeessssssss, it hurts. Oh Bud, please." Nothing was going to stop Bud from his goal. 

"I'm going to plant my seed so deep in you it'll never come out." 

I groaned as I realized he wanted to make her pregnant. I couldn't do it. All our friends knew. All the guys had vasectomies except Bud. He made his wife have a hysterectomy. If Carla got pregnant everyone would know whose baby it was. 

He smiled at me and said, "I'm going to give her what you can't. A deep fucking and a baby." 

I don't know why, but that seemed to excite me even more. I looked down and was amazed to see over half his cock was buried in my wife's tight little pussy. She was panting and moaning as Bud kept pushing his monster in her. 

Bud said, "Hold her ass for me." I followed his demand. He pulled the top of her dress wide, totally exposing her breasts. He leaned down and placed his mouth over her right breast. Carla screamed as Bud bit her nipple. But instead of pushing him away she grabbed his head and pulled him tighter. 

"I'm cumming. I'm cumming. I'm cumming." She began panting as the pain filled her breast matching the pain in her cunt. 

As I was holding her ass so Bud could push into her I looked down and was surprised to see that his cock was all the way in her. She had never been fucked so deep before. Bud began pulling back and I could see her stretched cunt lips holding tightly to his glistening cock. Bud said, "Oh man, this is one tight cunt." 

I couldn't stop watching as his monster continued to slide out of my wife's hole. She hadn't stopped panting and cumming. Just when I thought it was going to go on forever, Bud rammed his giant cock back in her, pulling half of her cunt lips with it. It looked like he was going to turn her inside out. 

He started pistoning in and out of her. He let go of her right breast and bit her left. She was beyond screaming anymore. She just moaned louder, saying, "Oh Bud, pleeeeeaaaasssssseeeee." Only now she was not begging him to stop. "Give it to me. Oh God, that's great. Fuck me Bud. Fuck me." 

I heard my own voice, "Fuck the bitch, man. Drive it in her. Give the slut what she needs." 

Bud went rigid as he drove in her cunt for the last and his cock started pumping his fertile seed deep in her belly. My wife was only able to whisper, "Oh God. I can feel you cumming. Fill me up." 

At last it was over. We were all wet with sweat. Bud pulled his head back and I could see my wife's nipples were bruised from his attack. There were teeth marks all over her tits. I realized then that the front of my pants were wet. I had cum sometime. I was so worked up that I came while Bud was fucking her and I didn't even know it. I think it was when I obligingly held her ass so Bud could fuck her. 

Bud stepped back and I could see his cock was all wet with cum and pussy juice. He told me to get between her legs. Even though I had already cum, I was still hard and ready to go again. Bud said, "Look at that pussy." and I did. 

Her lips were swollen and red and wide open. I could see in her hole. Bud told me to get down on my knees and take a good close look. When he said it, I knew I wanted to. I got down and with my face just inches away from her pussy I looked into her hole and could see globs of white cum mixed with her juices. The walls of her cunt were an angry red from the fucking she had just received. I could smell the musky odor of sex. 

Bud took my wife's hand and put it on the back of my head. Then I felt pressure as he began pushing my face closer and closer to that sloppy mess. I didn't resist. It seemed like I as being drawn to that steaming hole. Then I felt my lips touch her cunt lips. I couldn't help myself. I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue in her. She was so hot and wet it was like sticking your tongue in thick hot cream. I lapped up some sticky juice and swallowed it. Then I went totally crazy. 




The Dancer



As I licked and sucked on her cum filled pussy I could feel my own cock starting to spurt cum in my pants again. I moaned and heard my wife moan at the same time as she came again too. 

I don't know how long we were like that. Maybe a minute. Maybe 10 minutes. When I was finally satisfied that I had got all of the cum out of her that I could I moved back and stood up. I looked around and found that Bud and Ron were gone. 

Carla and I looked at each other. It was plain that we were both ashamed at what we had done. I leaned forward and gave her a gentle kiss. She put her arms around me and said, "I'm sorry." 

"Ssssshhh. It's OK baby. Let's go to bed." 



The Dancer



I met a girl who told me she's a dancer,
A pretty girl I'd never met before.
I went to the theatre to see her;
What a shock when I walked in through that door!

- Englebert Humperdinck
"The Dancer"

*

At exactly five o'clock, Tammy's alarm began its annoying beeping. "God, I hate alarms that beep -- someday I'm going to get one that will wake me with music," she muttered under her breath as she slowly snaked out of bed and turned it off. Working the graveyard shift was tough on her, but she enjoyed her work enough that it was well worth it. Her cat nuzzled up to her, rubbing his head against her firm abdomen, the result of many hours spent at the gym. Tammy stretched, gently rubbing her body to get the circulation going, and headed to the bathroom.

The cool shower refreshed Tammy and brought her to full consciousness quickly. "I really do love my work," she thought as she lathered up her firm body and long blonde hair. She toweled herself dry and applied her makeup, careful to keep it light and natural looking, and began drying her hair. She had long and thick blonde hair -- naturally blonde, not something out of a bottle -- with just enough of a natural wave that she never needed to curl it, just a few brush strokes and it was ready. Because she would change into a "uniform" as soon as she got to work, she quickly and somewhat carelessly dressed, jumped into her fire-engine red convertible, and screamed down the road. 

Tammy rushed in through the dull brown "Employees Only" door that yielded no clue to the magic that was hidden behind it. Opening her locker, Tammy quickly undressed and surveyed the "uniform" choices for that evening. After carefully considering for a minute she chose the black nylons with the tiny diamond pattern and a garter belt laced with shimmery gold thread. Over the garter went the matching lace panties -- french cut, of course, then the push-up black and gold lace bra that hooked in front. The next layer began with a hot-pink satin spaghetti-strap camisole that shimmered as she moved. Last came the sexy, body-hugging, tight-at-the-waist-tits-and-ass-hot-pink dress that told all of her secrets with every movement. Jet black four-inch spiked heels topped it all off. Inspecting herself in the full-length mirror to make sure everything was just right, Tammy couldn't help admiring herself. She was quite a sight. It even made her a little horny, making her cunt twinge a little seeing herself dressed like this. 

"Hey Tammy, one minute till the music," called the smart-aleck Disc Jockey. Clever guy, he was. He was the evening DJ only because he also owned the dance hall. He had the hall built so that the DJ booth looked over the dance stage/runway from one side, and on the other side, right into the dancers' locker room. From his strategic vantage point, he could not only watch them on stage, but all their pre-dance preparations as well.

"Five seconds till you're on," he called as the music began. "Four, three, two, one, you're on!" The curtains parted, and Tammy stood bathed in the light. The house lights had been turned off, and only one spotlight was on. It began as a full-body spot, and as the music built and Tammy stood rock-still, slowly gathered itself into a small, four-inch circle of light focused on her right tit. She began bobbing and swaying to the music, the light trained on her gently bouncing boob. The light glided over to her left tit, and after a few sensuous seconds, focused on her hot pubic triangle. She began slow, tantalizing pelvic thrusts, air fucking the spotlight and the audience. The crowd cheered like mad.

Slowly the spot drew back to highlight her whole body, and then a second and a third light came on, until she literally glowed. She continued dancing, gyrating, grinding, and spinning. The exhilaration started to go to her head. It always seemed to at this point. Down the runway she went, dancing sensuously every step of the way. As she reached the end of the runway, she took hold of the floor-to-ceiling pole and wrapped her legs around it as if it were a huge cock, sliding up and down it. She raised her leg high over her head and drew her panties aside, giving the crowd a great beaver shot. The pole was one of her favorites. 

The first song neared its end as the crowd continued to cheer. Several men laid bills on the edge of the runway. As the music faded to a close, she wiggled her way back to the curtains on the stage, and with her back toward the crowd, hiked her dress up around her waist. The next song was a rowdy one, and at the first drumbeat, she started shaking her ass. Each beat brought another shake, and with each shake she drew the dress higher, until at last she brought the dress up over her head, and tossed it off-stage.

Tammy spun around several times, and her hot-pink camisole was radiant in the spot light. The house lights came on slightly, and she could see the whole audience now, not just the first row crowded around the runway. It was mostly men, but a handful of couples were there, as well as several single women.

She again danced her way down the stage, catching an eye here and there in the audience, and squatting low, flashed beavers to those who had placed bills on the stage. She picked up the bills one by one, handed each to the person who had placed it on the stage, and held out her panties for them to stuff the bill in. The men loved it, especially the gorgeous one who sat second from the end -- with an obvious hard-on.

At the end of the runway she sat down, lifted and spread her legs, and slowly spun around. In the second row she saw a very good-looking couple. As she caught sight of them, she saw the lady unzip her man's pants and pull out his cock. As she continued to spin around, they went out of sight, but on the next rotation, Tammy could see the lady stroke his cock, then bend over and take it deep into her mouth. Tammy could feel her cunt getting steamier as she watched them.

She stood up, pulled the camisole over her head, and leisurely pulled it back and forth between her legs. She slowly rubbed her cunt with it, the satin feeling nice against her twat. God, she was getting horny. Her cunt was practically dripping. Again the music faded to a close, and she returned to the curtain. 

As the last song began, Tammy thought, "I'm so fucking horny, I'm really going to let it all hang out. I'll really give it to them." The music started again, and she unsnapped her bra and tossed it aside. Down came the panties, leaving her dressed in only the nylons, garter and heels. She danced down the runway, high kicking, squatting, and bending over and grabbing her ankles to give the best shot of her pussy and tits. The bills literally poured out as she put on a real show.

As she danced her way down the stage, several guys were stroking their cocks. She loved to watch men do that, with that intense look on their faces as they stroke their meat, ready to lose control. Just as she caught one guy's eye, he began cumming. "Oh god," she thought, "let me have that cum. Let me have that beautiful cock." She could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter. As she neared the end of the runway, she saw the woman that was blowing her man. She looked up at Tammy and smiled, all the while stroking the cock. Just as she bent to take it into her mouth again, he started cumming. The first spurt of hot jism hit her cheek, but she was able to get her mouth over his cock before the next spurt. The rest of his cum went into her mouth. Tammy stopped and watched, almost awestruck, oblivious to the music and the crowd, as the woman sucked him dry. 

It was too much for Tammy to take. The juices from her pussy began running down her leg. As the crowd became aware of her juices dripping from her cunt and shining in the spotlight, they cheered wildly. Caught up in the intensity of the blowjob, the music and the crowd's emotions, Tammy dropped to the runway, lifted and spread her legs, and slowly spun around. The audience screamed as they saw her glistening, wet cunt and the wanton look on her face. "This is it," she thought. She continued to spin slowly around, and reached down with her right hand and wiped the cunt juices from her leg. Slowly and sensuously her hand came to her mouth and she licked the pussy juices from it. 

The taste of her own cunt almost made her cum. She could stand it no longer. She reached down and began stroking her clitoris. With her other hand, she inserted two fingers in to her cunt. The audience screeched as she bucked and thrust her hips and finger-fucked herself. The more they cheered, the closer it brought her to orgasm. 

Then with great force it hit. She involuntarily arched her back and shoved her cunt as far into the air as she could as it clamped down on her fingers as wave after wave of orgasm racked her body. She rubbed her cunt faster and faster, writhing around on the stage as great moans of pleasure exploded from her mouth. She bucked and bucked until the orgasm subsided. The cheers quieted, and as the rush of orgasm left and she slowly came back to reality, she surveyed the crowd.

No less than a dozen men were gripping their cocks, stroking for all they were worth. "What a fucking rush! Twelve guys jerking off over me!" She rolled over and walked back to the curtains, scooping up stacks of dollar bills on the way. Just before she went behind the curtain to her locker, she stuck her finger deep into her sopping box, waved it to the crowd, and licked it off. Again, they went wild.

She laid down in the dressing room, basking in the afterglow of a good cum, listening to the dying chant of a satisfied audience: Tammy! Tammy! Tammy! Tammy! Tammy! . . .



The Dancer



"Baby, Janice invited me to an all male review on Saturday. I originally told her okay because I knew you wouldn't mind. She bought two tickets but now she can't go because Jerry is recovering from his knee surgery. I don't want to go alone and everyone is busy. Why don't you come? I promise I will make it worth your while. Besides you might learn some new moves," my sexy wife Karen teased.

She had invited me to go as a joke but I have always been comfortable with my sexuality and I had no problem going so I accepted her invitation.

We went out to dinner and had a few drinks with dinner. After dinner we headed to the bar where we continued to drink for another two hours before the entertainment arrived. When they arrived I was pretty drunk which explains what happened next.

The first dancer came out dressed like a cop. He was a well built guy in his mid 20's with dark hair. He quickly shed his outfit and danced around the room in a thong. The scene was pretty funny as the women hooted, hollered and whistled as he dance. He moved from one woman to the next and ground and danced with each of them. He moved over to dance with my wife and she looked at me and laughed.

The dancer turned my wife around and stood behind her. He grabbed her hips and positioned her so she was on her hands and knees with her head towards my lap and her ass facing him. He began thrusting against her as he simulated fucking my pretty wife while her head rested on my now semi erect cock.

The DJ played it up and the women ate it up. They all yelled and screamed as the well built dancer and I pretended to double team my wife. 

Finally he backed away from my wife and took a hand full of singles from her hand. He leaned in and kissed my wife on the cheek as she whispered something in his ear. He smiled and nodded as he moved in front of me.

I didn't know anyone there except my wife so I decided to be a good sport. I pulled a $5 out of my pocket and the crowd went crazy. 

The dancer swung his hips and gyrated toward me just as he had for all the ladies. He got closer and closer until his package was less that a foot from my face. He pulled the thong away from his tight rippled abs and motioned for me to put the money in it. 

I played it up for the crowd and I waived the bill around as he gyrated his hips closer to my face. I could smell a mix of his cologne and his natural scent as his shaved muscular body swung inches from my face between my spread legs. I reached out and held his thong with one hand and reached inside with the other. My fingers grazed his cock as I stuffed the bill into his thong. His cock was huge. It hung six inches and it was flaccid.

"God damn," I whispered softly as he smiled. Then he did something that shocked the hell out of me and made the crowd go crazy.

The dancer took my head in his hands and pulled my face toward his silk covered cock as the women in the room screamed and hollered. I could feel the warm flesh through the thin fabric as he ground his pelvis against my mouth. It was that moment that I realized that this had gone beyond being a lark and I was a willing participant. What was more; I was enjoying the sensation of his muscular stomach bumping against my forehead. Somewhere deep inside of me a switch was thrown. I had never entertained a conscious homosexual thought in my life but at that moment I wanted his cock. I parted my lips discretely and licked his dick through the material as I wondered what it would be like to take it into my mouth. I didn't have to wonder for long.

The dancer pulled his thong to the side as the women formed a tight circle around us to block outside eyes. I parted my lips as though I had done it a thousand times and he fed me his rapidly growing cock. I felt his head slip past my lips and I tasted his salty yet sweet precum.

The women around us were no longer screaming with excitement. They watched in a trance as the dancer held my head in his hands and slowly pumped his hard throbbing meat in and out of my virgin mouth.

His cock was a full 8" hard and my jaw was stretched wide as he slowly fucked my mouth. My eyes watered and I fought my gag reflex as his big cock slid down my throat. A steady stream of precum drooled from the tip and coated my tonsils as his pelvis pressed against my nose. It was surprisingly tasty and I wanted more.

I brought my hands up and gripped the saliva slickened shaft as I slurped on his thick bulbous head. My hands milked his cock faster and faster as the women around us stared in shocked excitement. His balls started to contract and I knew he was close. I wanted to drink his seed. His knees trembled as his cock started to spit thick creamy cum into my waiting mouth. His seed painted the back of my throat and I swallowed it as shot after shot filled my mouth. I tried to swallow it all but some ran down my chin as he pulled his spent rod from my mouth. 

My wife pushed him out of the way and licked his cum from my chin. She held it in her mouth and pressed her lips to mine. Her tongue thrust into my mouth and we shared a cum filled passionate kiss as she ground her body against mine.

"Baby, that was so hot," Karen said breathlessly. "Let's get out of here. My pussy is so wet my juices are soaking my panties. I need you inside me now." She led me out to the car but not before getting the dancer's number.

My sexy wife pulled her jeans down to her ankles and grabbed hold of the trunk of my car.

"Fuck me baby," my overheated wife panted as she looked back as spread her ass cheeks.

I quickly unzipped my fly and fished out my hard cock, which was leaking precum from my earlier adventure. I rubbed it over her swollen pussy lips before sinking it all the way in to her warm wet pussy. I fucked her with long slow strokes and then increased my pace as we build to a crescendo that culminated with a powerful climax for the both of us.

Karen pushed me onto my back and straddled my face.

"Clean your mess baby," she demanded as she allowed gravity to drain my cum from her pussy into my mouth. 

I licked her cum filled pussy and swallowed my huge load before concentrating on her hard swollen clit. My tongue flicked over her clit until she came harder that I had ever seen.

We quickly pulled our clothes up and climbed into my car for the drive home.

"Baby, that was so hot. I never in my life imagined I would get off watching that but oh my god...Let's do that again," Karen said excitedly.

"If it makes you hot I will gladly do that and more," I replied honestly as I pulled out of the parking lot.



The Dancer



Her long, dark hair sways in time to her movements as the jewels at the corners of her green eyes wink in the light and other gems shimmer, showing hidden designs woven into her hair. Silks flow from her shoulders, the sleeves drifting around her arms as the bracelets on her wrists create a melody all their own.

Bells jingle from the sash tied around her waist and the gown wavers in such a way that it seems almost nonexistent in the soft lighting of the room. More bells caress her ankles as her feet move, carying her across the floor.

She sways and moves to the music, lost in its melody, her eyes closed and her jaw slack, as though she's unaware she's even moving at all. Her head tilts back, revealing soft white skin at the nape of her neck as the song changes rhythm, to a more seductive tune.

Her hips sway more, back and forth as she slowly traverses her way from one end of the room around to the other and back across. This pattern repeats, over and over, softly swaying, gliding to the melodies that present themselves to her supple form.

Her arms come up now, as though she is dancing with someone, her back curving in like she is being held close. The dance continues and you see her nipples harden and almost pierce the fabric as her head tilts to the side more. One could swear they could see the formation of teeth marks on her neck.

She moans and her knees bend slightly, yet the dancing does not stop. Her back arches and now she's gliding across the floor on her toes. it doesn't seem possible but her nipples harden even more as teeth marks appear on the underside of each breast. The garment catches between her thighs, sticking to them with a wetness that causes the fabric to darken and stay in place, hindering her movements.

Lifting the silks up and over her head, she lets them trail out of her hands behind her. She heads to the bed, the music changing to a soft steady melody, sultry and sensual. Sitting on the edge, legs splayed, she tilts her head back, her hair cascading in a river behind her to pool on the bed.

She feels this invisible intruder slide between her legs, his teeth marking her thighs, biting each one before moving to her center, his teeth scraping her clit before his tongue deftly dances across it, sending her into uncontrollable shivers and moans. His fingers work their way inside her to play with that special spot that sends her over the edge too quickly for her to realize that he's done it.

After ensuring she is ready for him, he stands up and bends over her, his teeth marking her neck again as he thrusts inside her swiftly and deeply. Her breathing quickens, causing her breasts to lift and fall rapidly. She collapses onto the bed, her hands moving down her sides to her thighs, spreading her legs even farther apart than they already were.

The music changes again, becoming more primal. Barely any movent in the beginning, her writhing becomes more obvious, her sighs turning into moans. He continues thrusting, taking her, his cock penetrating the very core of her being, causing her to cry out over and over.

He retreats just far enough that he can flip her over and re-enters her from behind, winding her long hair around his hand and pulling her steadfast against him, he thrusts quick and furious, taking his pleasure from her, making her his, showing her that she belongs to him.

He reaches under her and his hand almost seems to vibrate against her clit, causing her to buck against him, plunging him even deeper into her depths, again and again and again.

By the time she has drenched him, her wetness running down his thighs and he has decided it is time. He pulls out of her, moves her to the middle of the bed and angles himself between her thighs again, this time entering her softly and slowly, building it up between them again, higher this time than she has ever felt. When she feels as if she can stand no more and begs him for release, he grants it to her.

He plunges his fangs into her neck at the same time that his cock drives into her, sending her flying, no longer aware of anything but him, but his cock taking her. Then he too is flying, coming inside of her, claiming what is his.

She awakens the next morning, alone in her bed as she usually is, but this day feels different. She lies there a few minutes more, wondering if everything she remembered happening the night before was just a dream. Shaking her head, she gets up and heads to the bathroom for her shower.

Looking into the mirror, she sees the marks on her neck, breast and thighs. "No, sweetheart, that was no dream," she hears whispered into her ear.



The Dancer



I walked in to the stripper bar that I occasionally frequent and sat at the bar. Almost immediately someone from behind whispered into my ear "Are you horny?" I turned around to see a surprisingly classy and attractive brunette in typical tight stripper clothing, platform heels and heavy make up. I replied that that was one of the better lines I'd heard for selling lap dances but that I wasn't interested.

She introduced herself as Anne and we chatted for a few minutes and then she moved on to other customers. Now strippers come in all sizes and shapes, from drop dead gorgeous slim, tall blondes to short, plump girls who you suspect blew the owner to get the job, from college girls trying to pick up a few extra bucks to crack addicts to girls that have chosen stripping as a career. They seem to run in age from teenagers to their thirties. Anne was somehow different. She definitely wasn't a teenager but I wasn't sure how old she was. My initial thought was that she looked like a conservative young suburban housewife with her plain medium length brown hair out fulfilling a fantasy of her husband. I watched her some more and noted that she seemed very comfortable both in her clothing and in her surroundings, smiling and laughing and I became curious about her.

Anne eventually sat down next to me again and we talked some more. She turned out to be a 26 year old grad student in medieval history and was also teaching freshman English. Her plan was to eventually become a university professor. She was just dancing for a couple days until school started in September. She had been stripping off and on for a number of years in various parts of the country depending on where she was going to school. She explained that she did it because the money was good, for the freedom of not having to have a steady job as well as having simply having fun. She truly enjoyed the interaction with her male customers, perhaps the power it gave her over them and the camaraderie she developed with the other girls.

Eventually it was Anne's turn to go on stage and I moved from the bar to a chair by the stage. I just about drooled, not so much at her naked body (while trim, there were others that night that were younger and firmer) but at how she moved and how she smiled and how relaxed she seemed to be, really just how happy she was to be displaying her body. I guess at age 52, I was smitten despite having been more or less happily married for 23 years. 

After she finished her stage dance, Anne made the rounds of the customers trying to hustle a lap dance. When she struck out, she sat down next to me at the bar and we talked some more. She spoke candidly about a number of things including sex as did I for some reason. I am normally reserved about my personal feelings. 

Perhaps it was the scotch or the conversation about sex but after a while I asked her if she was horny. Her eyes lit up, she grabbed my hand and led me to the section of the bar reserved for lap dances. What a stripper can and can't go do when giving a lap dance seems to vary from state to state. I have been to bars where virtually anything goes as long as you have a fat wallet. Where I live, girls must keep their bottoms on and patrons are not allowed to touch them with their hands, at least when the bouncer is looking. 

Anne immediately took her top off and straddled me. She ground against me and started moaning softly. Thinking the moaning was fake, I looked up at her and said "You know, I'm not even hard yet." In fact, it was not fake and she was truly aroused. She continued to do her thing and eventually I got very aroused as well. At one point, I held her and rubbed her naked back when the bouncer wasn't around. For about ten seconds, she was still, frozen. I doubted she had an orgasm, but she said with a strange look "Your touch, do you know what you did to me?" 

I didn't know for sure and she didn't elaborate. Somehow we had connected on a strange level that I didn't understand. Perhaps she did given her years of dancing. At the end of the dance, I wanted to stay and talk some more and get to know her better but somehow something had changed. I said goodbye, turned and went to leave. She stopped me and asked for a hug. Now there are hugs between family, hugs with children, and hugs between business associates of the opposite sex. This hug was strictly lust on both our parts as we ground our crotches into each other's thighs. She whispered an email address in my ear and I left.

I was unsure whether to contact her, not knowing what to say and not knowing if I wanted to pursue a relationship. My wife Katie is truly a wonderful woman and we have built a great life together. We have always given each other space and always allowed for each others peculiarities such as my visits to strip clubs. 

As good as our relationship was in most respects, sex was an area that had been up and down over the years. Very, very hot at the beginning and pretty hot at some other times. Katie had had some significant health issues recently that dramatically and negatively affected our sexual activity. This was in addition to the normal slowdown that we all experience as time goes along. It had gone downhill to the point where it had become a monthly thing with no imagination on her part. I had tried any number of things from vibrators to romantic dinners to massages to a Sybian all to no avail. 

A month after I saw her, I finally sent Anne an email. It was a long rambling message where I introduced myself, told what I did for work (manufacturing) and elaborated on a number of the things we had talked about at the bar. I half expected that she had forgotten about me. She responded a few days later with a similar newsy, folksy message mostly about school. There was no mention of anything sexual or even flirtatious in either of our messages. An hour after she sent the first message, I received another from her. All it said was "YES, I came! I miss your touch."

Somehow this woman really intrigued me. I emailed her back and asked if we could meet for lunch. She replied with a one word answer "No." A follow up message said "But I loved looking at your eyes."

My response was a little more graphic describing in several long paragraphs how I loved her enormous nipples. Anne chose to ignore my comments and went back to her newsy, folksy stuff. We continued conversing this way for months and got to know each other quite well. The only subject she never mentioned was any relationships she had. For all I knew she could have been a lesbian or she could have been married. 

We kept up these emails for six months and I really looked forward to them if just to break the monotany of life. I gave up thinking of Anne in a sexual way and just enjoyed corresponding with a bright witty person. In one my messages, I mentioned that my wife was going to Florida for ten days which included President's Day weekend. Anne replied immediately with "How would you like to take a young, hot, horny babe out to dinner Saturday night?"

My response was a sarcastic "Of course I would, but I don't know anyone who fits that description." I was really turned on by the prospect of spending time with her to say nothing of the potential for sex. I also considered the guilt I would feel for cheating on my wife and the possibility that this chick could be a wacko. What 26 year old girl asks a 52 year married guy on a date without some ulterior motive? I am not the fat slob that many 52 year olds are and in fact, am in quite good shape mostly from years of running. What little hair I have still has not gone gray although my beard has some. However being realistic, I am not a catch for a young trim vibrant girl and I am certainly not rich as I had made clear in my messages to Anne. Nonetheless, my dick desperately wanted to pursue this relationship.

Anne chose to ignore my comments and replied with directions to her apartment and asked if 6:00 was okay. I waited a few days unsure of what to do. I finally made reservations at seafood joint far enough from where I lived to hopefully avoid running into someone I knew. I then messaged her back and told her how much I was looking forward to that night. She replied to my message saying she understood and appreciated my reluctance but that she wanted to have a really special night. I guess she read my mind about Katie and my guilt. She also asked me what I wanted her to wear.

I have never been one to dress. I essentially have two uniforms, jeans and a tee shirt/flannel shirt depending on the season or chino pants with a business shirt. However, I do really enjoy it when a woman dresses well and have a number of clothing fetishes. Not wanting to admit these fetishes, I told Anne to dress anyway that she was comfortable and that jeans were okay with me. After all, this was not a fancy restaurant that we were going to. She pressed me saying that she got turned on by turning on the man she was with and how she enjoyed turning heads. I replied briefly that a short skirt and heels always grabbed by attention and left it at that. I certainly was starting to look forward to Saturday.

I arrived at Anne's door promptly at six wearing my upscale chino/business shirt uniform in anticipation that she would wearing more than jeans. Strangely I was not nervous. She opened the door and my jaw went slack. She had on a black turtleneck sweater, a black leather skirt that ended about six inches above her knees, black stockings and black patent leather heels. The only jewelry she wore were a pair of very large gold hoop earrings. Her eye make up was understated compared to the last time I saw her in the strip club. She wore a glossy deep red lipstick and had nails painted in a matching color that almost looked wet. Altogether it was something of a retro 90's or maybe 80's look which was more in line with my generation than hers.

"So, how do I look?" she asked knowing full well by my reaction that I was overwhelmed.

"Really good" was the only response I could muster, still trying to play it cool.

We spoke for a few minutes and Anne went to get her coat. As I watched from behind I noted how easily she walked in her heels and how she wore seamed nylons. I tried to catch a glimpse to see if she was actually wearing stockings and a garter belt (my all time favorite) rather than pantyhose but could not determine for sure. 

When she returned with her coat she asked me again how she looked. Understanding now that she needed reassurance I told her that she looked terrific and certainly succeeded if her goal was to turn me on. 

She looked at me and said "I have been around men long enough to know that you are all different. I truly enjoy turning you on. It gives me a special thrill that I can't describe. There's probably some psychological reason for this that I don't care to know about. I just enjoy it and hopefully you will to. Seriously, if you are at all embarrassed by my appearance, if you think I look like a hooker, anything, let me know and I will happily change. My only desire is to turn you on and make myself that object of your attention and maybe your lust. Are you sure I look okay?"

"Holy shit!" was my only thought. I put my arms around her waist from behind and told her she was unbelievably attractive and sexy. I have never seen a girl that turned me on more. I did say that if she wanted to continue to turn me on all night that she might want to keep her lipstick fresh. I then nibbled her ear lightly and pulled down her turtleneck to kiss her neck. She in turn moved my hands from her waist to her breasts. I kneaded them and felt her nipples get large. She wore no bra, only what felt like a silky camisole under the turtleneck. She wore jasmine perfume that I only smelled when I was up against her that I found incredibly intoxicating. I continued kissing her neck and she felt a little unsteady. I stopped thinking something was wrong. 

"Whoo, I guess I'm getting a little turned on" she said slightly embarrassed

"Would it help if I went down on you for five minutes or so?"

"That came out of left field. It's getting late. We really should go." She paused and then said "Maybe just for five minutes"

Anne took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. We stood next to her bed and I went back to kissing her neck and feeling her tits. Her nipples got enormous. I moved away from her and unzipped her skirt. I was thrilled to find that she was actually wearing a garter belt along with a black nylon thong. To me, there is nothing sexier than to view a woman from behind wearing a taut garter belt and stockings. I gently laid her on the bed. 

"So, you have a lipstick fetish?" she asked suddenly changing the mood. "I wonder how that happened"

"Probably some psychological thing that I don't want to go into" I replied.

"Did you ever see the movie Deep Throat" she asked out of the blue. Somehow, this girl was keeping me on my toes.

"Yeah, years ago. Wasn't that made before you were born?" I suddenly became aware of the age differential between us.

"There was a scene in the movie where a girl is sitting on a kitchen counter and a guy is eating her and she asks 'Do you mind if I smoke.' I guess I have always had a similar fantasy about asking a guy who is about to go down on me if he minded if I smoked a joint"

I started kissing the area between her stocking tops and her thong reveling in the aroma. She had perfumed herself downstairs as well as upstairs. The perfume was mixing with her normal scents which really got to me. I finally lifted my head and said "I'd love to watch you smoke a joint"

It had been years since I had smoked dope. I had stopped for reasons long forgotten but did remember how aroused I used to become when I toked.

Anne stretched to reach a bedside drawer. She withdrew a joint, ashtray and lighter. I continued to kiss her. Her thong was semi transparent and her pussy was slightly visible. There was no hair – just baby smooth skin with no trace of irritation or stubble. I was in seventh heaven.

Anne propped herself up on a pillow and lit the joint. She took one hit and held it and then another. I became extremely turned on by the sight of her smoking so sensuously through those red lips. I then suggested that I had to get her thong off. Once off, I gently kissed her lips for a minute before dipping my tongue inside. She suddenly became extremely wet to the point of her juices dripping on to the bedspread. I looked up at her and she asked me if a wanted a hit. I said yes and moved up along side of her. She handed me the joint and I took a deep hit. Anne then moved to kiss me before I could exhale. We shared the smoke and the taste of her lipstick and the taste of her pussy from my mustache and beard. She then took another hit and we repeated the routine. In the meantime, I kept one hand between her legs.

I moved back down to her crotch as Anne snubbed the joint out. She tasted so good! I tried to be slow and gentle and avoided her clit. At first, I just concentrated on her lips. Her juices were just flooding out. Eventually I worked up to her clit while inserting first one, then two and finally three fingers. After a few moments, Anne's legs started to shake. Then she started squirming and finally erupted into a ferocious orgasm the likes of which I had never seen before. She quickly pushed my head away while my fingers remained in her. I looked up at her. She was a mess, lipstick smudged, hair tousled, missing an earring, sweaty, pooped out and stoned. I just found her to be irresistible looking that way.

"That took a little more than five minutes. We ought to get going or we're going to miss the reservation." I finally said

She groggily looked at me as if to say, "Fuck you, I can't lift a finger" Instead after a minute, she said "Yeah, we should go."

I offered her my hand and helped her off the bed. She was still fully dressed except for her skirt which I had removed. This time she was decidedly unsteady in her heels. She grabbed the skirt and headed for the bathroom. She abruptly turned to me and gave me a limp hug and said "Wow" in a soft voice.

Anne hung on me for a few minutes to gather her strength and then went to the bathroom. She called out that there was soda, beer and wine in the fridge and to help myself. The pot had made me thirsty and the sex hungry (or was it vice versa) so I grabbed a can of ginger ale and found a jar of peanuts, sat on the living room sofa and waited for her to return.

Anne opened the bathroom door about ten minutes later. Instead of being fully dressed as I had expected, perhaps even in jeans to be more comfortable, she wore only the garter and stockings. She had combed her hair, touched up her make up and replaced the missing earring. Her lips were now a deep shade of pink. 

"Hi", she said curling up next to me on the sofa. She immediately drained the remaining half can of soda and devoured a big handful of peanuts. "Remember how I said that I enjoyed turning you on? You really react wonderfully to sexual stimulation." Anne started nibbling on my ear and kissing my neck. Boy her energy returned quickly! "Would it turn you on if I sat on you for five minutes?"

"It might" I replied. I don't know what there was about this girl that made me so understated or possibly sarcastic. Maybe after exchanging so many words via email, it was nice to let emotions and body language speak.

She then unceremoniously unbuckled my belt, yanked off first my shoes, then my pants and then my underwear. She was still very turned on and quite stoned. The weed had not affected me as much. Anne got down on her knees and gently took me in her mouth. The sight of those pink lips around my penis was almost more than I could stand, to say nothing of what she did with her tongue on the underside of my dick. Fortunately or unfortunately, she quickly moved up to sit on me. 

Anne was amazingly tight, especially for someone who was so well lubricated. She ground gently against me while I ate her wonderful nipples. Her motions increased and she became oblivious to me. Soon an orgasm hit her followed shortly by another. After that she went limp and slipped off me, pooped again. We sat in silence just touching each other for a good ten minutes. She finally asked if I had come knowing full well that I hadn't.

"No, I didn't but remember I am supposed to stay turned on all night and I don't think I could if I came." I said smiling

"Bullshit" she replied. "I really think you need to come. I want to see you satisfied. I've sort have been monopolizing the sex so far. How would you like to do it?"

I stood up and grabbed her hand to pull her off the sofa and led her to the kitchen. Again, I started kissing the back of her neck which still smelled wonderful. Her stockings now had runs in them but her garter belt framed her ass erotically. I slowly pushed her over to the kitchen table.

"You're not going to fuck me from behind, are you?"

"I might"

"You're not going to do it hard, are you?"

"I might" I replied as she slipped my dick into her pussy. Somehow, with her height with the heels on, my height and the table supporting her, we lined up perfectly.

I started slowly maintaining an easy rhythm. Anne was folded on the table with one arm stretched out holding the opposite side and the other hand grasping my balls. As we increased the speed she moved both arms out to support herself. Soon I was banging my balls against her and we were both moaning very loudly. The sight of her garter glad ass, the silky feel of her stockings, what had occurred previously in the evening, the pot, I don't ever remember being so turned on. I stopped banging her at the point of my orgasm. I just stood there and spasmed into her, screaming "Oh shit" and being too lost to care whether she came again. Somehow, my spasms must have hit her because she suddenly started contracting and screaming "Oh shit" as well. Soon we collapsed laughing onto the kitchen chairs.




The Dancer



By that time, it was 9:00 and the seafood joint was certainly getting ready to close. We were both famished and more than a little tired. For reasons that still aren't clear to me, I asked Anne if she wanted to get a pizza and then spend the night at my house. She looked at me quizzically as if I was totally nuts, kissed me and said she would absolutely love to, if only to get to know me and my wife better and that she understood my need privacy. 

She suggested I clean up in the bathroom first and that she would pack a small bag while I did so. When I came out, she hit the bathroom while I got another soda and the peanuts. Again, I expected her to come out of the bathroom in jeans or something else comfortable. Instead, she had the same outfit as before. The only exception was that she had now had tight thigh high leather boots that matched her skirt and she did not have any lipstick on. She explained that she only had one pair of stockings which now had runs and knew how much they turned me on. The boots covered the stockings. She also said her thong was soaked and that she had to go without panties. Whew, this girl wouldn't stop! She then asked which lipstick I preferred, the red or the pink. I chose the pink which she then applied in front of me making a big show of it. She kissed me lightly. I was instantly hard again.

We finally got our coats on and headed into the cold night air. It was a beautiful night with a full moon. I threw her bag in the back of my pick up truck, helped her in and we headed for a Bertucci's about a half hour away that Anne knew about. I turned the radio on and old Van Morrison started singing:

It's a marvelous night for a moondance

With the stars up above in your eyes

A fantabulous night to make romance

'Neath the cover of October skies

Well maybe it was February now and not October but I always thought this was a sexy song and Anne agreed. 

"You know, I should have found a clean pair of panties to wear. I'm dripping like crazy. Boy you came a ton!"

I think we both were getting tired or maybe the pot was still affecting us. I replied that I didn't believe that she was still wet and to prove it.

She then did as I expected and stuck her middle finger up her pussy and brought it to my lips. It's amazing how she understood my fetishes so quickly and how she loved to turn me on. I gave a mini-blowjob to her finger and she returned it to her pussy.

"Did that turn you on?" she cooed in my ear. She once again repeated the act only lingering on her pussy a little longer? She then felt my penis and remarked, "I guess that it does. It kinda turns me on as well"

What happened next blew me away and nearly caused me to have an untouched orgasm. Anne hiked up her skirt and started to furiously finger herself. She started telling me how much she loved turning me on, how good the sex was and on and on for ten minutes while I'm driving on a twisting back road. I was almost relieved in more ways than one when she came but the sight of her glistening pussy in the moonlight and the wonderful smell in the cab will always remain with me.

When we got to Bertucci's, the first thing Anne did was to grab a pair of panties from her bag and head for the ladies room. She sure smelled like sex (as I probably did) and she sure was dressed for it. When she returned to our table, all eyes were on her, both male and female. A female waiter immediately appeared despite a relatively large crowd in the place. Anne was soon back to her old tricks by grinding her heel into my crotch. I swear she then started flirting with the waitress who, while attractive must have in her forties. She had found another fetish of mine, the thought of two girls together! While I don't think she was serious about it she was just on a roll and wanted to make me feel good.

We wolfed down an extra large pizza, salads and bread in record time and moved to the bar to have a second drink and watch some TV. Again, Anne caused a stir when she got up. You just don't see a girl dressed in thigh high leather boots anywhere outside a strip bar, especially one who looked as classy (despite the outfit, she really looked classy if that can be believed) as Anne. She really knew how to play to the crowd without the crowd knowing it. I guess that came from all those years of dancing.

After the second drink and another stir exiting the bar, we finally headed to my house. Anne fell asleep in the truck and I was sleepy as well as it was near midnight. We finally arrived and I was relieved not to see any neighbor's lights on. I drove into the garage and woke Anne. She was a little apologetic about falling asleep and maybe a bit nervous about going into a house with a strange man especially when she didn't know exactly where she was. In any event, the seductress in her vanished. Upon entering the house, she was very interested in the details, looking at pictures of me and Katie, saying how pretty Katie is (and she is) asking about work that we had done on the house, commenting on the decorating etc. She then asked if she could change and I showed her to our bedroom. I threw one of Katie's robes on the bed and told her she was welcome to use it. She reappeared in 10 minutes in the robe with a tee shirt underneath without any make up and smelling of toothpaste.

She curled up next to me on the couch and we watched the end of Saturday Night Live. Just before heading back upstairs for bed, I hugged her and told her how much the correspondence of the last six months had meant to me and how the night had been so fantastic. I truly loved her at that moment. 

We both fell asleep immediately after hitting the bed.

I woke up early as I usually do and quietly got up. Anne was snoring very deeply. I made some muffins, went out for the Sunday paper and was on my fourth cup of coffee when Anne finally came downstairs looking more than a little groggy. She poured herself some coffee, grabbed a muffin and buried herself in the front section of the New York Times. I continued to watch one of the Sunday morning news shows with my face buried in the Times business section. We didn't speak for at least an hour aside from a "good muffin" grunt from Anne until something on the TV got our blood going a bit. This launched an interesting political discussion. This chick clearly had a damn good brain and was well read in addition to her other attributes. Finally Anne said that she had a batch of papers that she had to correct and could I please bring her home after she took a shower. I asked if she wanted to watch her school play a basketball game on TV that should end at 3:00 and then I would drive her home which she agreed to.

After showering, Anne came downstairs looking clean and fresh but dressed normally in jeans, a sweater and sneakers, certainly nothing sexy. We watched the game and she really was knowledgeable about basketball and sports in general. At the end of the game she seemed reluctant to get up and get ready to go, continuing to chat nervously. She finally said we had to get going and went to get her stuff. When she returned, she had put a ton of make up on, along with perfume and her big hoop earrings. The sweater had been replaced with a halter and she was wearing her boots over her jeans. She moved around the back of me and started kissing the back of my neck and massaging my groin. She finally asked "I'd really like to go down on you for five minutes. Would you like that?" Once again, I don't think I have ever been so hard and aroused.

Anne went to the bathroom and grabbed a jar of Vaseline and then took a latex glove normally used for food preparation from the kitchen. I must have had a quizzical look on my face to which she responded "maybe you need a prostate massage as well as a blow job." I grabbed her and kissed her deeply, tangling my tongue in hers. She then pushed me from behind upstairs to the bedroom fondling my ass the whole way. My pants were removed quickly and I tried to remove her clothes as well but only succeeded in removing the halter. She looked at me and sternly said, "This is for you."

I just sat back and enjoyed what became a performance. She first made a show of reapplying her lipstick on her lips. She fondled her tits and held them just out of my reach. She stretched her legs out and put her boots alongside my face rubbing the leather against me. She then got up and left with me watching her ass. She returned a second later with a towel which she placed under my ass. She then told me everything that she wanted to do to my cock such as teasing it, licking it, playing with the underside and finally telling me how much I was going to enjoy it and how hard I was going to come. Finally she started working my dick with her mouth and those wonderful red tipped fingers, fulfilling her promises. Somehow she knew just what buttons to push with me and when to either back off or squeeze me when I got too close to orgasm. This went on for far more than the promised five minutes, it could have an hour, I just don't know. Suddenly she stopped and put the glove on and I knew what was going to happen. I have experimented a bit with both a finger and a vibrator in my ass over the years and enjoyed it but it was never part of either my usual masturbatory sessions or my relations with my wife. Anne lubed me up and slipped her finger inside all the while squeezing my dick at the base. She slowly started pumping her finger, just touching my prostate and then sucking me lightly. Soon the tempo increased and I just exploded. I know that explode is a common porn term to describe an intense orgasm but this is the only way I can describe it. I screamed, I raised myself off the bed at least 18 inches. I snorted and finally had to push Anne away when I became too sensitive. All the while she kept her finger in my ass. 

When I stared coming down from my orgasm, Anne moved up and gave me a long, come filled kiss. We started a conversation about our strongest orgasms over the years. Anne admitted that while the previous night ranked right up there, she was also addicted to a vibrator. But not the battery powered penis shaped ones. She had a large Hitachi wand that plugged into the wall. She said some of her favorite times were when she had a couple hours so that she could get stoned and vibrate herself to several orgasms and then sleep it off.

Suddenly in my sex addled brain, I remembered the Sybian machine I had bought a few years ago in an attempt to get Katie interested in sex again. I described it briefly and Anne had seen pictures of them but certainly had never used one. We took it downstairs to the den. Anne was impressed by the size and quality of it. After I turned it on so she could watch it, she was a little put off by the noise but still clearly wanted to try it. We continued to talk and watch another basketball game with no mention by Anne of either leaving or using the Sybian. Suddenly she got up and said she needed something upstairs. After a good twenty minutes, she returned in full sexpot mode, short black negligee and the boots. It amazed me how could manipulate her appearance. 

"I thought if I'm gonna get on this machine, I better look the part"

"Do you mind if I take a video of you"

"Only if I can take the DVD home with me"

With that she grabbed her purse and took out two joints. She lit one for herself and quickly smoked the whole thing. She gave the other one to me from which I just took a couple of hits. Anne then lubed the shaft of the Sybian and lowered herself on it although I'm not sure that any lube was needed. She had fluid running down the inside of both legs under the negligee. 

We continued talking while I got out the camcorder and tripod. She rocked gently on the machine without turning it on. She asked for my half smoked joint which she lit as she turned the machine on. Meanwhile I started recording the scene. Very soon, she became extremely turned on. I have never seen anybody in quite the same state. Her eyes were completely glassy, she was moaning and groaning loudly which turned into a scream when her first orgasm hit after just a few minutes. I moved to turn the machine off and tried to help her off. She shook her head as if to she was too weak to move.

I held her for a few minutes and slowly she starting getting some energy back. She reached down to the switch and turned the Sybian back on. Within minutes she was back in the same state, moaning and screaming. She held out for a good ten minutes before what appeared to be an enormous, protracted five minute orgasm hit. I have never witnessed anything like it. It was just a complete tenseness that enveloped her whole body. Finally she weakly motioned for me to shut the machine off. All she could do was to pant. I gently helped her to the couch and got her a drink. I removed her boots and covered her with a blanket. She was a complete basket case and had no ability to speak other than to repeat "oh my god" over and over. I was also struck by how she suddenly seemed very young and innocent. In no time Anne was sound asleep.

I was unsure what to do next. I was incredibly turned on from what I had just witnessed. In fact, I had been incredibly turned for the almost 24 hours since I arrived at Anne's apartment the previous night. Finally, I realized how hungry I was and fixed myself a sandwich. 

I grabbed a beer to go with the sandwich and turned on yet another basketball game. Anne's rhythmic breathing continued in the background. I looked over at her and just admired how pretty she looked and how one tit had escaped both the negligee and the blanket. I then looked down at the boots on the floor and grabbed one just to hold it, smell it and to feel the heel. What is it about high heels that make them so sexy? The light bulb then went off in my head and I took the DVD from the camcorder and put it in the player. Somehow, the thought of watching a hot chick on a Sybian was far more appealing than basketball.

The scene was just mind bogglingly hot. I had positioned the tripod carefully and caught all of the action. Anne was receiving so much pleasure from that machine. I just couldn't resist and started jerking off with the boot still in my lap. My dick was unbelievably hard and I liberally lubed both my hands and my dick. I totally lost myself in my own pleasure. Suddenly I felt Anne's hands on my shoulder and her words were "please come and please come hard." And guess what, I did, I really came hard all over her boot.

Anne then knelt in front of me and made a big show of licking my emission from the boot and off course kissing me after, all the while gently massaging my now diminished cock. She kept saying that that was the sexiest thing she had ever witnessed. I contradicted her and said that her Sybian ride was the sexiest thing I had ever witnessed. We cuddled in the chair for a long long time before either of us got our strength back.

Anne stayed with me again that night. With the help of Viagra (yes, I am 52!) we made love conventionally and very satisfyingly for a very long time before falling asleep.

We both awoke early the following morning. Somehow coolness and a silence suddenly developed between us and she asked for me to bring her home right after breakfast. I made sure that she had the DVD. During the ride I asked if she was in a relationship. She quickly replied that it was none of my business. We were both quiet for the rest of the trip. Upon arrival at her place, she gave me a quick hug and ran for her door.

I went home and very carefully cleaned the house. That night in speaking with my wife on the phone, she really grilled me about my activities that weekend. Some how, it seemed like she knew what I was up to.

to be continued...



The Dancer



The men cheered as she removed one more tiny layer of gauzy veil, leaving her tanned, smooth flesh even more bare than before. As she danced lithely away from some casually groping fingers she spun the flimsy piece of silk over her head and let it flutter to the floor where the rest of the many nearly invisible pieces lay on the floor.

The heat in the Inn made her slim, tight body slick with perspiration as she danced sensually among the men, the last remaining pieces of silk clung to the contours of her breasts and sex like a lightly shaded blue skin, revealing as much as they hid. 

These Northerners had never seen anything like the dance of veils that Talia performed now, and they were mad with lust for her. Rarely would even the most callus of whores reveal this much skin in public, for whatever reason, and Talia was not any run of the mill whore. She was more than even these ill-bred Northern barbarians could imagine. And yet she danced for them. She danced a sacred, profound dance for them because it earned her a lot of golden coins. 

And because it made her feel wonderful to dance like this. As she whirled and undulated before them her muscles rippled gloriously beneath the silky sheath of her flawless skin. The thin gauze of her remaining costume showed the blush of her tight, hard nipples, the points of them lifting the filmy material and leaving a clear outline of her excitement. Below, her sex bloomed pinkly and a moist line ran down the centre making men moan with passion, her small tuft of well groomed hair a dark shadow through the blue silk. Even back home most women didn't groom the hair of their sex, but Noblewomen did, and Talia had once been as Noble as they come. 

The tiny chain around her waist tinkled softly in the sudden silence as she ran her hands along the swell of her pert breasts and aimed them at the man in the purple robes. The chain lead to a small dangly piercing in her navel, something else these Northman never saw, ands as she rapidly swayed her hips back and forth the tiny bells in the piercing jingled delicately, the cymbals on her fingers momentarily quiet so they could all hear. 

The man in the robes had remained still during the whole performance, but as Talia focused her attention on him he began to shift uncomfortably in his seat. Trying to adjust some discomfort below the belt perhaps?

As she brought the dance to its climactic end Talia arched her back low, pushing her sex toward the man in the purple robes, her breasts high and pointed at the smoke stained rafters, and as she beat a speedy rhythm with her finger cymbals she let her body lower to the stained floor her legs folded beneath her buttocks and her practically nude body sprawled out at the feet of this man, an offering. Then she went still, all noise ceased for a heartbeat.

Then the tavern exploded in loud male voices and the banging of tankards on the table top. 

Once again she had bewitched the lot of them. Coins flew through the air toward her, and bounced off of her supine form. Talia didn't move until the tide of money grew slow and then she stood up in one fluid motion and walked upstairs to the room she rented for the night, and a serving woman from the tavern gathered the coins for her, no doubt pocketing as many as she dared. 

It didn't matter. The money down there was nothing compared to the money she was about to earn up here. And that money would still be only a drop in the large bucket of coin she had. 

Talia quickly bathed off the sweat of her dance in a basin, and donned some more of the silky scarves that made up her dancer's costume. As she finished tucking the last scarf into a band at her wrist the knock she had been expecting came. With one last pat to be sure the veil over her face was in place she went to the door and opened it

"Madam," the serving girl said with a curtsey, her hands full of Talia's coins, "A man wished to call on you."

Looking past the girl, Talia saw the man in the purple robes, he was standing as far from the door as he could get, trying to look aloof and above it all, but he glanced at her quickly and his eyes were wide with lust. 

Without a word Talia gestured the girl and the man into her room. The girl put the coins on a table by the large comfortable looking bed. Talia went to a pair of deeply upholstered chairs by the richly curtained window, and sat. She then poured two glasses of a fine wine while the serving girl let herself out, closing the door behind her.

The man in robes stood awkwardly for a moment, and then made his way to Talia. He bowed low in the Northern fashion and cleared his throat.

"I must introduce myself, I am Shel Nathar, a merchant of some small reputation, " He smiled quickly, then it was gone, "I have been many places, and seen much, but never before have I seen anything like the performance you just gave, my Lady." 

"Thank you." She said simply, her voice low, and her accent heavier than it need be. 

"May I have your name Lady?"

"You may call me Dancer. It will suffice."

"As you say." 

Talia gestured for him to sit. He did so, and took up the proffered wine. After a sip his eyes widened.

"A very fine wine."

"I prefer the best."

"As do I Dancer, as do I. And you are the best."

Talia nodded a polite acknowledgment.

"Dancer, the nature of your dance, it would seem it has a great meaning, but I admit to not being sure of what that was."

"It has layers of subtlety, but also a more obvious objective... which I believe you have already felt."

"Ah, ahem, I believe you may be right." He sipped his drink, "I do not wish to offend Dancer, but I find myself at somewhat of a loss for words."

"That would be a pity, if it were so." She let a little chill into her tone, implying that she would not be the one to proceed, and he had best be a man.

Shel, understood, and it gave him some manner of courage. "I find myself aroused by your mere presence, you are by far the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I would very much enjoy it if you would dance for me once more. A private dance."

"I dance for coin good sir."

"Ah, yes." Reaching down to his belt he opened a purse and pulled out a stack of coins that he placed gingerly upon the table. Talia ignored them and sipped her wine. More coins appeared. She sipped delicately once again. Soon a large stack lay upon the table and as the last coin was placed Talia placed her glass down next to them and stood. 

Moving to the bedside table she placed three rings on each hand. The rings had tiny silver bells on them and they pealed gloriously as she donned them. Then without a word she began a slow, sinuous dance. 

Talia's outfit looked like a billowing gown of sorts but as soon as she moved the gaps between scarves showed like slits revealing her long elegant limbs beneath. Her arms above her head, the rings tinkling a soft rhythm Talia danced a sultry dance that moved her around the empty space in the centre of the room. 

The merchant's eyes never left her form, his gaze tracking wherever she wanted it, a flash of leg there, an hint of belly there, she danced and made him dance with her, his eyes the most agile part of him. 

Like the dance below in the common room she slowly removed veil after veil. Seemingly by accident they fluttered to the floor showing more and more of her tanned skin. When she was once more down to just the tiny slips covering her breasts and sex Talia moved in very closely to the man. 

This time however she let slip the covering of her hair and her long black tresses fell in a cascade down her back and over her delicately muscled shoulders. As her hair fell a soft smell of jasmine filled the area as the spice wafted out from her. 

Dancing closer still Talia let her legs spread wide around Shel's where he sat still as a statue. Then she straddled him and began to undulate, simulating riding his cock passionately. As her hands played the gentle bells her fingers explored her body and seemingly accidently pulled the wisps of cloth from her heaving bosom. 

Her proud breasts were now exposed, the nipples hard and rosy. The meat of her swells swayed with her movements, the small mounds firm and smooth. Talia squeezed her own perky orbs and moaned softly while her hips lowered and her sex ground down over his. 

Lowering her hands Talia began to rub her toned belly, the muscles of her abdomen sharp and defined beneath the silky skin. Her belly encircled by the small chain seemed more bare for the tiny links enclosing it. 

Lower still her fingers roamed and the wisps of string holding the silk over her sex fell away and the gauze dropped to his lap revealing the slick pout of her lower lips. 

In a simulation of fever, Talia arched her back, hiding her sex from his gaze and then she curled her hips forward sharply letting her glistening slit wink at him. Back and forth she cavorted above him, her juncture leaving small wet marks on his robes where she pressed herself to him. 

Then when she could take the teasing no more, Talia fell to her knees before him and lifted his robes. Undoing his small clothes she pulled his rigid member out of its hiding place and engulfed it in her hungry mouth.

By this point Talia was even more aroused than the merchant. Her body ached to be filled, her hungry slot demanded she satisfy it with man meat, but she needed to taste him first. The spear of his flesh slid to the back of her throat and she hummed a soft purr of pleasure, making him jump. With one hand she pumped his tool into her happy mouth, while she plunged the fingers of her other hand in and out of her grasping slit. 

When she felt him grow tense with the need to climax she stood up letting his wet cock fall from her saliva covered lips and she went to the large bed and lay down on it, her body open to him, her legs spread wide. 

He came to her, pulling his clothes off in a rush, and soon he lay atop her and plunged himself deeply into her steaming depths. Talia cried out a real cry of passion as he filled her needy chasm. And while he began to pump himself into her she had a climax of her own. As her passion tore sanity from her mind like one of her veils, she clawed at him like a cat, her short dull nails trying to rip him, which was one of the reasons they were so short. 

When her orgasm subsided Talia opened her eyes to see him gazing down at her with a glazed expression, one of his hands cupped her breast, massaging it, and the other held him up over her as he drove himself into her hard. 

Talia lifted a leg up over his hip and with a twist and a push flipped him over on his back, his member still wedged deeply inside her hole. The shocked look on his face made her smile inwardly. He hadn't expected that sort of strength from her, she looked so delicate. Now Talia rode him setting the pace. She bucked quickly up and down on him, stopping every few plunges to grind her sensitive button down onto his pubic bone, thrilling her body. 

His large hands reached up and began to both massage her tender mounds, making her sigh with lust. Milking him with her strong inner muscles, making him moan, she drew his seed from the depths of his heavy sack and she felt his rod swell up as he fought off his need to orgasm. 

Talia dismounted and pulled his hand to make him sit up, then stand. Then she fell to her knees before him on the floor and took his member into her mouth once more. With her hands she showed him what she wanted. Taking one she placed it on her head, the other she placed on his shaft and she began to stroke him with it, while he was still in her mouth. Then he took over and masturbated himself into her willing orifice. 

When he was doing it on his own Talia took her own hands and began to stoke his thighs and massage his testicles. Then with a grunt the merchant began to shoot his thick sperm into her mouth. As soon as the first gout spurted out onto her tongue Talia pulled her face back and put her hand over his to keep him pumping. She then aimed his cock at her face and made him shoot his seed onto her upturned features. Ropes of ejaculate sprayed out across her beautiful visage and Shel gave a long low moan as he did so. Looking up at him as his seed spilled over her Talia saw him looking down at her with a shocked expression, his face flushed and his teeth gritted.

She had discovered over the years that men loved to abase a woman like her, and she had grown to love it as well. The moment a man spilled out over her face it made her have her own climax. Something in the demeaning nature of it thrilled her. 

As Shel's sperm trickled down over her lips Talia licked it delicately allowing the pungent flavor to fill her mouth while her hips juddered a new kind of dance. One she could barely contain. Gasping with pleasure she relished the hot spray of his sperm as it drizzled over her cheeks and into her open mouth. 

When he had spent himself she took his phallus into her mouth one more time and suckled him, pulling the very last drops of his essence into her thirsty mouth. The final tremors of her orgasm subsided and then, reluctantly, she let him plop out and she sat back on her heels.

She looked up at him and saw the now familiar mixed gaze of wonder, satisfaction and disgust. These Northern men couldn't understand how she could abase herself like this. Their proud women apparently never wasted an opportunity to get pregnant, so dangerous their births. Medicine here lacked the knowledge her people had procured over thousands of years of civilization. 

When the merchant left her there, on the floor still kneeling, his sperm slowly drying on her face, Talia rose, and dressed. Not in the gauze, but in armor. She exchanged her jewels for steel, and her silk for studded leather. 

Garbed as a warrior she slid her twin blades out of their scabbards to check the blades for any marks. 

There were none, she kept very, very good care of her blades. 

When she was ready to leave, having gathered the coins in a pouch, Talia finally wiped the mess from her face, and the greatest swordswoman in the North left the room of her humiliation. Her fame as Talia the sword for hire far outstripped the growing fame of Dancer the Woman of Wonder, for now, but Dancer was becoming very well known, even if nearly impossible to find.

The Dancer only danced when she wanted to, and only took to her bed those whom she chose. Somehow anyone who ever sought harm against her was found dead and she vanished. The legend was growing. 

None saw either The Dancer or the grim faced warrior leave the building; she was a Shadow Dancer they said, a Mistress of the Dark who changed her appearance at will, and gathered Shadows to do her bidding.

However it was done she slipped into the night before any thought to knock on the door to see to the Dancer's needs. 

Two famous women, both enigmas, both dangerous, and desirable, both the same woman.