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The Dance

By: kneeonsigh



The crowd hushes as the floorlights go dim and the curtain is raised to reveal a dark stage. Then, so suddenly that most jump involuntarily, the harshest spotlight attacks more than shines on a man in a heap on the floor in the middle of the stage. As he raises his head, once again the audience gasps as the see the look of such excruciatingly painful torture on his face. They sit back into their seats as if recoiling from his horror. As he raises his head further he stares at the audience in disbelief. He is dressed in layers of hideously decorated strips of cloth that bind, more than cover his body. Then, as suddenly as the horrible light appeared, the "music" starts.

It can hardly be called music however. It is like every instrument, is playing every song, at every tempo, at every beat, all at the same time. The result is such a white noise that the audience recoils again. There are murmurings and people think about leaving, but for some reason, can't. This clamoring cacophony has made the man rise. He starts his "dance". There is no grace whatsoever in this dance. His movements are convulsions more than anything else. 

He bounces across the stage in these tortured movements to the "music". Back and forth, with no meaning to the movements other than a desperate but futile attempt to make this noise stop. He reaches the right side of the stage and as the horrible music reaches a painful crescendo, he reaches his hands toward the heavens. His mouth is open and he appears to be screaming. The crescendo reached, the "music" stops. All is quiet, his scream was silent, and still is silent. Nothing happens, and the man's hands return to his side, and his head bows slowly. He slumps, exhausted, back into a heap on the right side of the stage. Nothing, but the horrible light.

Then, ever so softly, faintly, a single piano plays the most beautiful melody. The lilting purity of this song is so calming, so wonderful. Then, a soft, faint, almost hazy spotlight illuminates a beautiful woman on the left side of the stage. She is dressed in the most pure, beyond white, leotard. She starts to dance. The sheer beauty of her grace is breathtaking. Her fluid movements are in such synchronicity with the beautiful music, it's as if the music is actually coming from with her. As she dances ever closer to the man in a heap, he raises his head. 

The tortured expression has faded to one of wonder. She dances right up to him, raises her hands, and as the raise – he stands. She dances around him, and removes the hideous pieces of cloth that bind him One by one they are removed and cast aside. When they are all removed, her hands beckon him to her. They do not touch, but feel each other's aura. The man now dances as she dances. Their movements mirror images of themselves. He is no longer awkward and disjointed, but dances with such grace and beauty that together they are like a musical chord, blending in such total and complete harmony.

Then, as the piano is joined by a single guitar, the guitar starts to peak in a long but ever increasingly beautiful stream of melody, they stop dancing, her reaches for her, lifts her high above his head, and slowly places her back on the stage. They stand there staring at each other, then reach their hands, palms out, and touch. Ts they touch, the two spotlights become one. The harsh light, mixed with the faint, hazy light makes a beautiful light of such clear, pure luminescence, that every thing about the two dancers is now visible. Their hands meet and raise together, up and over their heads. The music stops, their hands separate. His hands go around her waist, and hers around his. They kiss, and the new light starts to move slowly upward as the curtain falls.

finis

The Dance



The night was young and the club was being invaded by those yearning to display what they had. As I looked down from my office overlooking the entire club, my phone rings: 

"What is it Marcus?" 

"I'm sorry to disturb Mistress Angel, but there is someone on hold that needs to speak with you urgently." 

"Who is on the other line, Marcus?"

"He says that he is a rep. of Kevin Richardson, one of the singers of Backstreet Boys." Marcus says quickly.

"Put him through. Thank you Marcus. See me before you go this night." 

"Yes, Mistress Angel." 

The line quickly switches....

"Good evening, this is Angel, the owner of the Haven. How can I help you?" I say coolly and briefly.

"HI! This is John and I am as I said before Kevin Richardson's rep and he is interested to know whether or not you have a VIP room in where he can relax and enjoy the atmosphere," he said rather hastily.

"Of course. There is also an alternative entrance to the club if he wants to use it instead of the main entrance."

"That would be great! I know he will have a good time there."

"So when am I going to expect him?"

"Around midnight."

"That is a good time, my best DJ is on then. I will have my assistant meet you around the back of the club and he can enter there."

"That sounds great. Thank you."

"Till then. Goodbye."

I hung the phone and thong was getting wet knowing that Kevin was going to be here in my club and under my watchful eye. 

Midnight was nearing. Marcus was outside the back with two additional security guards, just in case. I watched carefully from above as he got out of his limo and entered. 

He was lead into the VIP room which was nearly at the opposite to where my office was. I had cameras and microphones everywhere. I have televisions and vcrs recording almost everything that goes on within my club. Many a times have Marcus and I watched people fucking in the restrooms, by the walls, and even in the boths in far back. I have always been aroused by watching others fuck like wild animals. I was watching go through the maze of doorways. He looked incredible with his leather pants huggin his legs and his ass. His shirt was tight enough to show that he has been working out. Those hands. I felt my pussy getting hotter and more wet with each thought. 

"Mistress Angel?" 

I was rudely interupted by Marcus.

"I'm sorry for interupting, but Mr. Richardson would lke to meet you for drinks and to also show a little appreciation for the discretion." 

"I will be down momentarily, I need to wrap up a few things." I said as fingeing my moist satin thong."

"Yes, Mistress."

I walked into the back part of my office to wear I have bedroom. I looked at my closet and searched through my clothes and picke out the sexist and the most sensual. I had to also change panties. I choose the thinniest and the smoothest. 

As I changend, I felt my hot and wet pussy. I wanted to get my dildo out rub it down so bad, but I restrained myself. There was a gentleman waiting for me in the other room.

Marcus opened the door for me. As I walked in the room all eyes were on me. My red hair was up and a few curls were dangling down. My halter top was bearly haning on by a string. My midriff was exposed and so was my back. My long skirt went down all the way down to the floor and the slits on both sides went all the up to my hips to where the skirt was closed. 

Kevin was standing there breathless, and whatever conversation he had with whomever it was, was apparently over. The photos published of him did no justice. He was abosolutely gorgeous. I wanted to rip his clothes off and fuck him right then and there. My fresh pair of panties were getting soaked by the thought of his hands rubbing me and groaping me. 

Marcus hands me my drink as Kevin is walking towards me. I take a deep breath and...

"Hello, you must be the beautiful Angel that runs this club." He says to me so cooly and calm like. 

"I am in deed Angel, I hope everything went smoothly."

"It did. This is an amazing club! I am impressed by the maze and of the corridors of this place. I hope you will take me on a tour of this place." 

"If would like a tour that could be arranged. i could have one of my assis..."

"No, I meant you personally. If you could give me a personal tour of your club. That would make me very happy." 

"If that woul make you happy, then I will give you a personal tour. Is there anything else, I can do to make your time here more memorable?" 

"In fact there is. I would like it if you would dance with me." 

Dance with him! I thought to myself. I thought I was going to have an orgasm at the thought. My panties were completely soaked.

"I would be glad to join you."

I took him through a few more doors that lead to a part of the dance floor that wasn't to filled yet. 

He took me in his arms and I take in his cologne with each breath. How I have long for this. His hands on my body, I could feel his cock stirring with the excitement. My body felt on fire... Our bodies moved with the rythm of the music as we rubbed up against each other. Feeling his ass, his back, and especially his arms. How he wrapped his arms around me. He had me tight and leaned forward then started kissing me hard. I kissed back with just as much passion as him. I felt his cock getting hard near my pussy. How I wanted to take it all in. 

"Is there any where else that we can go that is a little more private?" He asked me.

"There is my office." I said calmly. "Just follow me."

And he did. I held his hand as he kept grabbing and rubbing my ass. I could tell the he was taking in my scent. The closer we got, he more anxious he was getting. 

At last, we entered my office. I took him and showed my bedroom. by the look on his face I could tell that he was amazed to see it. I pushed him on the bed and mounted him. He was eager more than eager to respond. I started to unbutton his shirt to reveal a very sexy outline of his bare chest. I eager licked and kissed his neck, lips and chest. His hands feeling me all over. He untied my top to reveal a pair of 36c's. My nipples were so hard and sensative. He started licking my tits, while his other hand wondered down and he disovered my wet thong and just covering it my smoothed waxed pussy. He looked up with a smile on his face. 

"Oh, what do we have here? A smooth pussy. And how long have you been wet?" He asked playfully.

"Since I got the call." I responded in my sexist voice.

I got off and he started give me a private strip show. But he left on his boxers. Then he got on his knees and started to spread my legs. I could feel his soft lips kissing my thighs and my thong. He reached up and found the hook to my skirt and took my skirt off completely. With his mouth, he took off the last remaining piece of clothing. I got up and made him stand up. I pulled his boxers down to reveal an 8" cock. He was completely hard. I pushed him back on the bed. I slowly crawled up to him. 

I started licking his cock from the bas to the very tip. He moaned with every lick. I took him in my mouth. I could hear moan louder and louder with every suck. My tongue furiously tried to wrap around it, but couldn't. He stopped me. He was about to come, but didn't want to, not yet anyways. 

"Lay down my Angel, and spread your legs. i want to see how beautiful your pussy is." 

I obeyed without any hesitation. I moaned loudly as he teased me by only kissing my hot and wet pussy. I felt his tongue licking the outside of my pussy and then he starts eating me. I could feel his tongue probing me all in the right places. He then starts fucking me with two fingers. I had to make him stop soon, or I will come to soon.

"Kevvviiinnnn, stop I'm going to come." I sy to him frantically. 

"I want you to cum. CUM BABY! CUM!" he said happily.

Soon enough I came, gushing out all over with face and hand. I twithed and moan aloud his name. But it wasn't over. I start licking my cum off of his fingers. I kissed him so deeply. The sight of him, made me hornier than before. 

"Kevin, baby. Lie back down for me." I say softly in his ear, while I stroke his cock.

I start sucking him again but this time I suck his balls as well, and more slowly as to enjoy this moment. 

"Angel, I want you on top of me, Baby. Let me really feel how good nd tight that pussy really is." He said while letting another moan out. 

I gave his cock another good lick. I started to move up while still letting his cock feel my skin. I gave him a hard kiss. I was right on top of him. My pussy just close enough to rub the tip. I started putting his cock inside my pussy. It felt so good. I let out a moan as it all went in.

"You feel so fucking good! That's it baby!" 

"Your pussy is so tight! Oh hell yeah!" 

He grabbed my hips and started to push me harder down. I could feel him inside of me. If I could die a happy woman, now would be the moment. I could feel my body begining to twitch bit. I'm about ready to come again.

"Angel, baby, I'm going to cum!"

"Cum inside let me feel u! That's it baby! OH FUCK YEAH! OH KEVIN! KEVIN! Ohhh... baby... that was good."

I just laid there on top of him with his arms wrapped around me and we both fell asleep. 

There's a knock...



The Dance



The phone rang just as I stepped out of an evening shower. Sandy had gone for a girls' night out and since there wasn't much on the TV I had planned to hit the rack early. I wrapped a towel around my waist and made it to the phone on the third ring. Sandy asked if I felt like meeting the girls at a local dance club. She said several other husbands were coming so I agreed. By 10:45 I was pulling up a chair to the table with everyone else. 3 other husbands made it and soon we were all having the times of our lives dancing and throwing down drinks like water. 

Our party of 10 began to shrink at 12:30. One couple and one of the single girls left first. By 1 am the group had dropped to five. We didn't mind; the dance floor was ours as the crowd continued to thin. "Last Call!" the bartender bellowed and the crowd moaned its displeasure. In the parking lot the other couple said their good-byes. Erika didn't want to go home and had asked Sandy if she knew of any late nightclubs. 

"Damn Erika, I am a married woman, I hardly make it out at all anymore!" Sandy laughed. Sandy stands 5'6" and is maybe 125 pounds. She has the consummate hourglass figure, 36-24-36, long wavy brown hair, and deep brown eyes. This evening Sandy wore her favorite pair of denim shorts, a tank, and a long sleeve cotton shirt unbuttoned in the front with the sleeves rolled up past her elbows. Her large breasts shook as she laughed. They remained as firm at 33 as they were at 20. Erika cursed her luck. Her and her husband were separated after she walked in on him and one of the neighbors. Erika is 21 and a looker herself. 

She might be all of 5'2" and 110 lbs. She too has great curves, brown eyes, and straight brown hair that falls just below her shoulders. It's not what a woman wants to hear but Erika has one of those cute faces that remind you of the teen next door. She wore a tea length black dress that fit like a glove. She looked like a very short Fredrick's of Hollywood model. I left the girls talking to go and get my car. When I pulled around both girls slid into the front seat with me. Sandy asked if I would mind Erika coming over to throw some darts and have a few more drinks and since they were both tipsy would I mind if they left their cars. I agreed knowing full well that I would have to bring them both back later to retrieve our other car and Erika's SUV.

Once at the house the girls quickly set to male bashing so I kissed Sandy goodnight and went to bed. I could hear the soft thud of darts drift up the stairs until I dosed off. I am not sure what woke me, but when I looked at the clock I had only been asleep for 40 minutes. Sandy was not in bed and I could no longer hear the darts striking their target. Unsure of what was happening I decided to throw on my robe and go check.

I could hear the kitchen radio before I made it to the bottom of the stairs and was just heading back when I heard a nervous giggle waft through the open door and service window in the kitchen. I had assumed they were making more drinks, but this giggle didn't fit. I poked my head in the door to ask what was so funny when I saw for myself. Erika and Sandy were dancing. Sandy had removed her over-shirt, and each woman was in bare feet. It wasn't the girl dances you see at the clubs when the men won't dance. It was a slow; close, grinding type of dance. I pulled my head back and decided to see what the hell else was happening. I went to the kitchen nook via the other door and concealed myself in the dark behind an assortment of hanging plants. From this particular vantage point I knew from experience that the girls would have to be looking for me to notice I was there. Somehow I doubted that they were concerned with my welfare at the moment.

Sandy giggled again after Erika reached up and kissed her on the lips. "C'mon Sandy, I dare you. Deke is asleep. It's just you and me." Sandy was quite nervous but she parted her lips and bent down to kiss Erika. Erika's quick contact with her tongue caused Sandy to flinch in shock for a moment before the kiss became a mutually consenting and by the looks of it, mutually satisfying French kiss. My cock began to stir at the site and thought of my wife being seduced, tricked, or badgered into her first lesbian encounter. Blessing my luck at having two beautiful women standing before me I watched intently. I never thought or asked if Sandy would go for something like this. More nervous giggling and dancing followed the kiss. The ladies sauntered past the island were I could now see more than just their torsos. 

I saw that Erika's dress had worked up to the bottom of her ass as she spun Sandy on the spot and moved up close behind her to continue this erotic dance. Sandy put her hands on Erika's and said 'no' when Erika started to undo her shorts. Her resistance didn't last long after Erika moved her hands up to cup Sandy's breasts and trace the sensitive nipples with her forefingers. I watched in amazement when Sandy's shorts hit the floor. Erika moved in front of Sandy and they kissed again as they sauntered back behind the island. The girls kept dancing and kissing for several minutes before they came out from behind the island again. 

Sandy's panties were gone now and Erika's dress was above her hips. The girls kissed and ground their pubic bones together. Erika moved back slightly and in one quick motion pulled her dress over her shoulders and tossed it on the island. Sandy stood staring momentarily with a combination shock and quizzical look on her face. "C'mon Sandy. Join me." Sandy pulled her tank off then fumbled with her bra until Erika moved behind her and finished with the snaps. 

I watched Erika's neatly trimmed bush brush lightly across my wife's ass while she slowly slid the bra of her arms. If there was any doubt left in Sandy's mind about what she was getting into it seemed to evaporate immediately when Erika applied gentle pressure to Sandy's back with her tits, causing Sandy to lean forward and place her hands on the island. By the time Sandy had her hands on the countertop Erika had both hands high on Sandy's thighs and was pushing the lips of my wife's pussy together with her thumbs and rubbing. 

Sandy loved this. I used this move on her many times. Erika then slid down to her knees behind my wife all the while keeping just the slightest contact with her nipples to Sandy's skin. Erika moved her hands around behind Sandy and with a little pressure had Sandy spread her thighs. I had been stroking my cock the whole time while watching my wife being seduced by this pretty little vixen, but I nearly gave myself away when Erika pushed her forehead up to Sandy's ass and began to tease her pussy with the tip of her tongue and her fingertips. 

I shot a load into the nearest plant that dribbled down onto the bench in front of me and held my breath hoping to not be heard. I had just leaned back on the table to rest when Sandy lay her tits down on the counter, raised up on her tiptoes, and began to moan and quiver her pleasure at having Erika lick and suck her pussy. Sandy's orgasm came moments later as she humped her ass back onto Erika's face. Erika stood up and lay her head down on Sandy's back and hugged her close while Sandy gasped and caught her breath. "I'll understand if you want to stop." Erika said.

To my delight and utter amazement Sandy said, "No. No, just give me a sec to catch my breath." A familiar stirring began below my waist again. Erika hopped up onto the island, lay back, and spread her legs wide so that Sandy had easy access. Timidly at first, Sandy licked up the insides of Erika's thighs. Erika coaxed and encouraged her until Sandy finally brought her tongue into contact with Erika's clit. I shot a second load onto that same plant when Sandy brought Erika to a gasping orgasm by sucking on her clit and pumping two fingers into her pussy.

I was looking for something to wipe two loads of cum off the bench when the ladies began to get up. Sandy was saying that she needed to wake me and let me know Erika was spending the night so I wouldn't come downstairs in the morning wearing only boxers. I forgot about my mess, snuck as quickly as possible upstairs, and had just barely gotten laid down when Sandy came in. I jumped to a sitting position as if I had been startled. 

Sandy laughed and told me Erika was staying the night. After getting blankets and a pillow for Erika to sleep on the couch, Sandy finally came to bed. I didn't know what to say and thus chose the chicken shit answer and said nothing.

I rose early and was surprised to see Erika in the kitchen. She had already made coffee and was sipping on a cup when I came in. We exchanged pleasantries as I went about getting coffee and the morning paper trying no to let on that I knew what had happened. I took my usual seat at the breakfast nook and Erika was saying she was in no hurry to get back to her vehicle as she took a seat on the bench! I was looking over the top of my paper when she glanced down and ran her fingertips across the top of the bench. Sandy came into the kitchen and I diverted my eyes from Erika to the paper.

Later, I took the girls to get their cars. Sandy came home about 20 minutes after I did and I was sure Erika had told her what she found. Sandy said nothing and neither did I. I am certain that Erika knows that I am there, since their erotic dance is performed two or three times a month and always in our kitchen. Sandy seems blissfully unaware of my presence. Or is it that she is just waiting for me to get up the nerve to ask if I can join?



The Dance



I walk into the crowded hotel lounge in San Juan and push my way to the bar. Young people are everywhere. The music is so loud that it is hard to hear what they are saying. Everything is in Spanish and I am obviously not Puerto Rican. Most of the people move aside for me and are politely ignoring me. Finally, I get the bartender's attention and order a Jack and water. The first sip is welcome. Watered down, but mostly a good taste. Cigarette smoke is heavy in the dark room and I look over at the dance floor. There, through the thick smoke, people are jammed together, dancing to the salsa music. Lights blink on and off and it is like going back in time, to an old disco.

I hear Spanish everywhere and laughing and good conversation. People are enjoying themselves everywhere in the bar. On stage is a salsa band that is playing loud and sweating and full of fun energy. My foot taps to the beat and I cannot help but feel the thrill of the crowd. I want to dance.

I look over the crowd of beautiful, overdressed dark-haired women, hoping to find either a familiar face, which is unlikely, or at least someone who looks friendly enough to want to dance with a middle-aged, balding gringo. I can dance well enough, but this is a land of dancers. I am not a beautiful man, not one of the sleek dancers dressed in open silk shirts who can spend hours dancing with one of these lovely women and then whisk her away to make love to her until the sun rises. These beautiful girls can have their pick of the bold, energetic men who would love to dance the night away. I am not even competition.

I turn from the dance floor, deciding that this is probably not the place for me. I am about to finish my drink and wander back out, when I spot a lady across the bar. She is blond, not unusual, but striking. Her face is beautiful with full red lips and dark eyes framed by shoulder-length hair. Her cheeks are soft and full and her ears are rounded and just peek through strands of hair. She wears silvery earrings that sparkle when light from the stage reflects off them.

She looks to be in her late twenties. She is approached several times while I watch, mostly by young men who seem to know her. They ask her to dance. She shrugs them off. She would be a prize to flaunt, but she apparently does not wish to be seen on anyone's arm. When she smiles at each man, her face lights the area around her. Each man is hopeful, but gets the same response. Each man goes off to find a more willing partner.

She looks down, during a brief moment when not being begged to dance and then glances up and across the bar. She spies me looking at her. She smiles. I cannot help but grin back foolishly. Then she looks away again. I decide to stay for one more drink, just to watch her some more. The bartender delivers my order and I glance up at the band again. Then I turn back to the bar and look across. She is gone. Probably finally found the right guy, I think. 

I smell jasmine perfume next to me. I turn to find the source. She has moved to my side of the bar.

"I saw you staring at me," she says with a Spanish accent. She smiles. Her eyes are deep blue and lined with rose colored makeup. Tiny silver sparkles are dabbed around them and make her eyes seem huge. 

"I am sorry," I stutter, caught by surprise. "You are extremely beautiful and I could not help but look." She smiles shyly. She wears a dark dress that is sheer, but not completely transparent. Her body is slender and she is well proportioned, obviously in excellent shape. The dress covers her from her neck down to below her knees, showing just a hint of lovely calf. The dress is slit conservatively to her knee and is made for dancing. She wears a pair of dance heels that match the dress. The heels are tall enough to bring her to nearly my five foot ten inch height. 

She looks back at me, forcing me to look directly into her eyes. The music fades around me and the other raucous voices fade to murmurs. It is as if the room has suddenly emptied. 

"You are obviously dressed to dance, so why don't you go out to the floor with one of these handsome men?" I ask. 

"I do not care for them," she replies. "They are all young and dangerous and would not dance with me properly." 

"What do you consider to be proper?" I ask.

"Proper includes making love when one dances. Salsa is a very sexy dance and I wish to make love with the man who can dance with me." Her voice is deep and her accent thrills me. Her r's roll ever so slightly when she speaks and each word is carefully spoken.

I am unable to reply. I can only smile and quickly take a sip of my drink to cover my nervous smile. I have visions of her exquisite body against mine. 

"Why do you say nothing?" she asks. "Do you dance?"

"I do," I say finally. "I love to dance."

"Then take me to the floor and dance with me." She turns and offers her arm to me. I take it and guide her through the crowd to the floor. 

The band is ready to start a new number and we find a place at the corner of the floor. Young men everywhere are startled to see her out here with the middle-aged man and smirk. But they are in awe. I can see them wondering what line I must have used. They are also thinking that I must be a relative or a close friend, because they have never been lucky enough to dance with this beauty.

The music is a merengue. She turns and slides into my arms. She looks at me and I lead the first step. My right arm goes around her waist. My left arm is up and holds her right hand. We step together and our movement is fluid. We step and spin and I quickly learn to lead her. She is an excellent dancer and we both smile at the way we have learned the rhythm together. Our bodies move closer together until I feel her thighs pressed against mine. Her head finds its way to my shoulder and we spin, first slowly and then quickly. Fast. A space clears and we move toward the center of the floor. We dance now as one person. She follows every lead and we never miss a single step. I am filled with desire and becoming hard, moved by the scent of jasmine and the closeness of this beautiful woman. 

Her hair is soft and as I step back to spin her, it brushes against my face. Each time she turns, she smiles seductively and brushes against me. The dance continues for us alone. We have created our own world. We spin and dance and laugh with joy at each other and at the outside world. My hand rises around her and her back is strong and slender. She is not wearing a bra and as she moves back into my embrace, I feel her hard nipples poking at my chest. She steps back into me, rocking against me with each step. She knows that I am hard and I am certain that she can feel me poking at her waist with each step. I am excited beyond belief and can think of nothing but this partner, who dresses so conservatively on the outside. She is an animal, tamed but just barely. Her teeth bare as she smiles and I can tell that this will be my partner for the evening, if I can keep up.

Next, the band plays a salsa. I no longer lead. We dance. We move to the beat again, stepping in time and moving our hips. We come together and then separate. She moves her hips and steps smoothly from one side to the other. I lead her back and then follow her forward, fast and in time to the music. I can see her hard nipples through the fabric of her dress. She lifts it slightly so that the slit opens higher on her thigh, now. Her legs are soft and smooth. She follows me as we clear an ever larger space on the dance floor until we have lots of room to dance. We begin to sweat, lightly at first, but our energy is apparent. We are given more room. Our dancing tells the story that everyone on the floor wants to be part of. We are beginning to make love and this is the foreplay. The music gives us the speed of our activities and we develop the methods. I must have this woman in every possible way. She has become a part of me, a need and all of my desires. 

I begin to understand why she does not wish to dance with the younger men. They could never understand this dance. They could not wait for her. This is the beginning, the foreplay, the start of the mating. It should take a long time, not be over in a brief moment. Bed is the climax. We will find our way there, but only after we have known each other completely. I am ready for her. 

We dance for hours. I drink water to replace the liquids I have lost. She does the same. Once every few songs, we move to the bar to rest and to talk. Mostly, I just stare at her, taking in every part of her body. I cannot think of spending the night without her.

Finally, we leave. She tells me that it is time to go in her sweet, seductive voice. We go outside into the warm night and hail a cab. I am exhausted, but awake and ready to finish the night with her. We sit in the back of the old cab and she directs the driver to her apartment in Condado. The ride is short, but she leans against me, her hot, sweaty body pressed against me. My arm is around her shoulder and when she moves, I feel her breast under my hand. It is round and perfect and the nipple is still hard, poking at me. She kisses my ear and then my cheek. It is a tender kiss. Her teeth nibble at me and near my lips, not quite touching them.

We arrive at her apartment. She hands me the key and allows me to open the gate to the patio in front. We cross the patio and again I open the door to her apartment building. I hold the door for her as we enter the foyer and she turns to me. Her arms are around me and she kisses me hard on the lips. Her mouth opens and her tongue shoots out into my mouth. One leg is up around my waist and she pushes at me while gripping me hard. I reach under her and pull her dress up to her waist. She is wet and her panties are extremely moist. The silky lace is soft and I push it inward against her pussy. My other hand pulls at a hard nipple through her dress. 

Suddenly an apartment door opens. A face peers out. "Todo esta bien, senora," my lady says. She giggles. We were nearly caught. She grabs my hand and pulls me up the stairs. We run to the third floor and cross a marble hallway. I hold up the keys and she chooses the right one, then stands back to let me open the door. Her arms go around me from the back and she pushes at me again, her teeth nibbling promises around the back of my neck and ears. I am excited beyond belief. We will finish this night the way it started. It would last forever.

As we pushed the door in, I glanced back. Another older woman is peering at us with a disgusted look on her face. My lady turns and sticks her tongue out at the face and the door instantly slams shut. 

Finally, we are inside! We close the door and tear at each other's clothes. She pops buttons on my shirt, tearing at it, then claws my belt off and opens my pants. Instantly, she is on her knees, her dress sliding down over her breasts, down her strong thighs and then to the floor. She takes me into her mouth and sucks, at first. Hard and then probes the tip of my penis with her tongue. It is slightly painful, but as her hand massages the backside of my cock, it becomes even harder. She tries to push her tongue inside the tip. What ecstasy! Her hand rubs harder. I reach down and pull at her hard nipples. The areolas are dark against her white skin and her nipples stand away from her. I pull harder and harder at them as she reaches behind me with one wet finger and pushes it hard into my ass. I climax almost instantly, shooting deep into her throat. She swallows me, her eyes bright as they look up at me. My knees are weak, shaking. But I have not finished.

Fortunately, the walk to the bedroom is short. She is holding onto me as we move quickly to that room. Her dress has been forgotten at the door and she wears only panties and her heels. I push the panties down and stand her in front of me as I sit on the bed. I grab her breasts and pull roughly on them as I drag her toward me. My tongue darts out to taste her pussy. Her hair is moist and blond and neatly trimmed short. She pushes at me. Her pussy grinds into my face and my tongue slips underneath to probe her soft lips. The fine hair rubs against me as I push deeper into her. She is wet and scented. The smell fills me and I probe even deeper inside her. 

A groan escapes her lips and she grinds harder. She still feels the hard salsa beat and each thrust is a new form of dance. Her heels tap in rhythm on the hard floor as she holds my head, guiding me deeper and deeper inside her. Suddenly, she stops. A louder groan this time, as she tenses. Her body is a hard cord and she pushes at me, cutting off my breath for a second. Her legs squeeze me hard and she begins to shake. The groan turns into a series of loud moans and she comes. Her pussy is now sopping wet and I lick eagerly, tasting her over and over. My hands pull on her hard nipples and continue to massage her breasts. The shaking continues as her head tilts back. Her grinding has stopped but she is hard against me. My tongue works hard to keep her at her peak for as long as possible. Her hands pull my head hard into her, gripping my hair. 

Finally, she relaxes slightly. She seems to sag, spent for a moment, but I know that recovery will be quick for her. I am able to look up and her mouth is slightly open. I stand slightly, brush my lips against her hot breasts and then stand further up to kiss her. Our tastes mix. My cock is now hard and stiff, pushing against her pussy. We are exactly the right height. 

Hungry for more, now, she kisses me back. The kiss becomes a bite as her teeth come down hard on my tongue. She draws back, her teeth scraping the top and bottom of my tongue, cleaning off the wet juices there. My cock is now pulsing with excitement. Her bite is harder. She draws me toward her. I slip between her legs and my cock splits the lips of her pussy as it pushes at her. 

She reaches behind me now and probes my little hole with her fingers. I tense, she pull her hand away and licks a finger. It is wet with saliva. She reaches back down again, her head over my shoulder; legs still wrapped tight around my waist. Her hand drops down to probe my ass again, and this time her finger slips in. Slowly, she massages my hole as I clench around her finger. My cock is throbbing now, aching and slipping deeper inside her. I feel the walls of her pussy and they also clench, grabbing me and pulling me deeper. She settles onto my cock and her back arches. She moans. Deeper I slide until I am completely buried inside her. The juices slide down my cock and wet my balls now. Her finger pushes at me and is also buried deep.

I ache. I moan with her. I lift her up slightly and then drop her back down onto me. Our moans get louder and I do this again. I am buried deep inside her and can feel her pussy pulsing, squeezing, tighter and tighter, forcing me as deep as I can get. I begin to spasm and my balls start to tighten. My moans are louder as she forces her finger into me and pushes me deep inside her. My stomach begins to tighten against hers and our rhythm becomes a shaking spasm. Her head is thrown back and she growls. She is nearing a climax again, starting deep inside her and moving out. The heat increases. Her skin is hot against me. 

I lose control and begin to come. Spasms shake me and suddenly, my body stiffens except for my hips, which push hard with each shot into her. My ass is clenched tight around her finger. She has a final shake and then stiffens. Her body is taught and her pussy begins to open and shut on my shooting cock. Her finger pushes deep, uncontrolled and stiff inside me. I shoot more cum deep into, forced into an orgasm that seems to go on forever. 

Finally, we slow in our dance. My knees are weak and I slowly let her out of my arms. Her legs unwrap and her heels click against the floor as they touch. She smiles, as do I. We are both glistening with sweat and it is obvious that she enjoyed this as much as I did. Slowly, she withdraws her finger and my cock twitches in response, then begins to sag. 

Suddenly, I must sit. Fortunately, the bed is right behind us. I drop and my head sags. She smiles at me and leans down, taking my head in her hands, lifting it to kiss me. 

"Now you know why I do not dance with just anyone," she says in her accented, husky voice. "I hope that we can do this again very soon."

I lay back and sleep. She goes to the shower for a few moments and I hear her humming softly as she washes herself. Finally, I rise, shakily, and follow her in. She smiles again and we wash each other. We carefully soap and rinse each other's body, gently, caressing and lovingly. 

Finally, we finish, dry each other in soft towels and retire again to the bedroom. We must sleep. The sun will be up soon and I will face the new day with little rest, but it will be peaceful and happy. Fulfilled.



The Dance



I first saw them in a dingy little bar in Rochester, NY. They were young, in their twenties and they didn't seem to match. She was tall, blonde and pretty… And so was he. He seemed to be the kind of guy that even gay guys would say, "Wow, he's REALLY gay." But they sure seemed to be together as a couple. I asked one of the waitresses what was up with them and she said that they were married! How interesting…

I sat at the bar nursing a Jack Daniels and, I must admit, watching them all night. I was about 40 at the time, a big, athletic masculine kind of guy; you'd never know by looking at me, what I really like. She was beautiful but she had her hands full, he was drunk and dancing all around the small bar's small dance floor, pissing off about everyone on the dance floor. She finally grabbed him by the arm and pulled him down into a booth and stuck her tongue down his throat, he seemed to enjoy it but without too much enthusiasm. 

Some college guys were there, doing shots and getting rowdy, and then they got stupid. When the pretty husband headed for the rest room, one of them tripped him. As he got up, the three of them circled around him and started busting his balls. The word "fag" came up along with some other choice terms. I don't know if it was the Mr. Daniels or what but all of a sudden, I found myself in the middle of them, old enough to be their Father, but my 6"2" height and wide shoulders seemed to even the odds. "Hey" I said with a smile, "Leave him alone, this ain't right." They seemed to realize that they had gone too far and just kind of laughed and went back to drinking their Kamikazes.

Lee thanked me and went on to the bathroom and Gail, who had seen the whole thing, asked if she could buy me a drink. By now, this was my fourth or fifth Jack, so I just asked her what was up, was she trying to "turn" this guy or what? God she was pretty, long blonde hair, a big white smile and deep brown eyes. Her button down men's shirt was unbuttoned down enough for me to see some great cleavage, nice tits for a slim girl. 

"I am," she admitted. They loved each other, had met at the Eastman School of Music and had fallen in love. She was a ballerina; he was composer- in- training. Only one problem, although he loved her and needed her, he thought he might be gay. (Everyone else probably thought the same thing!). She had tried everything and was at wits end. 

"Well, you do make a great couple, he is a beautiful man; have you ever let him play with another man?"

"No, I'm afraid I'll lose him, btu I don't know if I can keep him home to myself either."

"The Dance" a Garth Brooks song, came on just then and I asked her to join me. We danced slow. And close. I think she knew that I found her to be very attractive and least my hard on gave her a hint, I told her I had an idea…

"I like couples, I love to make love to beautiful young couples, I'd like to go down on both of you, wouldn't you like to be there when your husband has a man?"

She looked stunned and flushed and then she moved one of her long thin legs right between mine, rubbing against my cock. I think she liked the concept and we headed back to the table where Lee was sitting, looking confused and embarrassed. (And cute.) 

"Hi baby, this is Matt and he saved your cute little ass!"

"Yes he did, Thanks Matt"

He was blonde too; with thin features and blue eyes that were so deep I was almost hypnotized. He was pretty well built, better than I expected and he seemed to know what I wanted before I said anything. Our eyes met and I realized I was still holding his wife's hand and sporting some major wood. I sat down, on his side of the booth and killed the rest of my Jack. Gail smiled and watched, her nipples poking out now and I leaned over and gave Lee a short kiss on the lips. He moaned and then pulled away, looking at Gail to see her reaction. She reached her arms out over the table and squeezed each of us, now he understood.

My hotel was only minutes away and we walked through the snow, after giving a fond farewell to the stunned college boys, me holding both their hands and the three of us smiling. I closed the door and Gail kissed me, her hands squeezing my tight ass, Lee, not sure what to do watched. I stopped, peeled of my sweater and shirt, revealing my hairy chest and told him to come here. We kissed a long kiss this time holding each other tight and Lee giving out this soft moan again, sounding so fulfilled.

"Gail, come here, you are part of this too, let's enjoy each other" I said. We laid on the bed and I soon found that both of my nipples were being sucked. It was some sensation to have Gail's smooth clean chin on one tit while Lee's stubble was scratching my chest as he licked and sucked. Oh, I love couples; my cock was so hard!

I finally got them to stop and get undressed; we all got naked. Lee had a thick and long cock, Gail had a shaved pussy, I had hit a homerun. I knelt in front of him and swiftly engulfed his hard on, deep throating him like a cheerleader. I felt Gail behind me, she was rubbing her big tits on my bare back while I pleasured her husband. She was reaching under my ass with one hand and gently squeezing my balls while sticking her tongue in my ear adn nibbling on my neck. I could have stayed like this all night, I am so oral and I just loved this position. Lee was getting close to coming and he fell backwards on the bed, laying on his back with his almost ready to cum cock sticking straight up. 

Gail lay next to him and whispered in his ear, "Baby you have never looked so good and kissed him on the mouth and I got on the other side of him in a 69 position and dove back down. When he came, he actually screamed, and I sucked it all. I wasn't far behind and filled his mouth with Gail there, right with him to share. Gail slid down and kissed my lips sucking her husbands cum and now he was crying, "Gail, thank you, I love you, you know I've needed this so bad…"

"Well we aren't done Baby, we have all night"

And we did, we shared each other in every way, we took turns fucking Gail after I had sucked her through a bunch of orgasms. Later, Lee got his ass fucked while Gail sucked his cock. They've stayed together since, knowing that they have each other and now and then they can indulge his "wild side." I'm glad to help them whenever I can.



The Dance



The light misty rain fell softly against my face, my eyelashes. My vision sparkled as old fashioned street light illumination shone through. My feet were cold. I was standing barefoot on the cobblestones, silently absorbing and enjoying the turn of the century atmosphere that was Gastown, Vancouver.

I was cold. I wore nothing under my fancy purple trench coat, save for a thin elastic sequined belt around my waist. It's snugness only emphasized the freeness, the bareness of the rest of my body.

I heard the car door slam behind me. My husband and Master had parked the car. He had thoughtfully dropped me off so I wouldn't have to walk so far and possibly damage my feet. His steps echoed off the building walls and cars. I shivered.

I didn't know exactly what He had planned for me tonight, but the fact that we were outside our home, in public, put a frisson of fearsome anticipation up my spine. His hand settled at the small of my back, guiding me as we walked a half block and turned into a doorway. The simple sign, "No. 5 Orange" looked classy, but it brought an uneasy memory to the surface. Wasn't this a...the open door showed me that it was.

I drew in a ragged breath. This was a full nudity strip club. It dawned on me why my Master had brought me here. My whole crotch area ached, flexed. My Master guided me skillfully through the tables, mostly full of men. It looked like the place was almost full. My eyes skittered across a sign announcing that it was a men's only night, a salute to the women's only nights that were becoming so popular.

My Master whispered into my ear. "I want you to dance for me, my Pet, as you've never danced before. You will do it to this music," I felt a tape pushed into my hand, "And you will give this and my card to that man." He pointed out man standing close to the sound and special light effects board. I glanced down at the card in my hand. The only thing written on it was a large embossed golden J written in old script. It could have been a calling card.

"Go." He said, pushing me forward. I had to walk the last ten feet by myself. The club manager noticed me. He looked me over, clearly wondering what I was doing there as I wasn't one of his regular dancers. His eyes were dismissing me, as if saying now was not good time to have an audition--he had work to do.

Before I lost his attention entirely, I showed him the card. His eyes widened, looking at me. He smiled. My hand shook as I gave him the tape. He turned, issuing swift instructions to his staff.

Within a couple of minutes the music had wound down and the girls occupying the stage were finishing up their dancing, leaving amidst cat calls and whistles. It was obvious J had set this up well in advance to our arrival. I looked back for him but couldn't see him. Had he sat down at a table? My eyes scanned the room but didn't find him before the lights dimmed.

"Your turn, Honey." the club manager said. He pointed to some steps that led up to the stage. "You won't be needing this." and with one smooth movement my coat was slipped off. It hadn't been buttoned or belted shut on my Master's orders--only my hands in my pockets had kept the coat closed over my body.

I was completely naked, the memory of my Master's voice whispering "Dance for me." the only thing that kept me from running away. My fear made me stiff legged as I walked onto the stage. The light was blinding. I couldn't see anything past the light, no men. But I could feel their eyes on me.

I was not introduced. A sultry tune I'd never heard before began to play over the speakers. "Dance for me." Suddenly I was free. I would dance for my Master and only my Master. I smiled in relief, in love. My body straightened, swaying to the music as I sashayed down the runway. I would dance. Since I didn't know where He was seated, I would have to use the entire stage so he could see me properly. Decision made, I let the music take over.

I started with a full body stretch, my hands high over my head, reaching for the ceiling, walking on tiptoe. I did a little spin to release the last of my nervous energy, trailing one hand down my arm, sliding it over my hair, neck and lower, my other hand quickly following.

Images of my Master holding me, running His hands down my body, made my hands follow where His had touched. Down my breasts, stomach, gliding down my hips, dipping between my thighs then back up around my waist, down my ass to the bottom, lifting and spreading my cheeks, exposing my anus.

The music had lost some of it's melody as a strong drumbeat began to emerge. I automatically danced to the beat, letting it guide my steps, my spins. I liked the way my body flexed, my own movements arousing.

I wanted to stretch my legs. My glance fell on the pole at the end of the runway. I smiled. While standing, I lifted my left leg so my foot rested on it above my head. My muscles strained and stretched. My body leaned backwards, forcing my legs into an almost vertical split on the bar. I bounced as if I were humping it.

Distantly I could hear the men react as they cheered. I reached forward to hold the bar, torso leaning in, putting the weight on my right foot. A shift of my waist and I was slowly spinning around the pole, gradually lowering myself and my leg to the floor. I felt a hand touch my waist, fumble at it as it folded paper money over my belt. I still couldn't see faces, but I could see their hands reaching for me. None of them were my Master's. But then, they wouldn't be. Putting money in my belt wasn't His style.

The encroaching hands only went to my waist. I relaxed, remembering the strict no-touch laws strip clubs had to follow. I waited a beat too long. Someone was trying to stroke my back.

I rolled away, moving to the center of the runway on my hands and knees, butt in the air showing open pussy lips. I stopped. I leaned way forward so I could spread my legs into my almost splits, humping the floor, raising my ass high. I was begging my Master to fuck me. This was a similar move I used in our private playtime, a silent invitation to his cock.

I pushed against the floor arching my back painfully, showing my breasts off to the men in front of me. I drew my legs together in front, then opened wide, exposing my now hot and dripping self. I was lost in my mind, in my music, imagining my Master watching me, growing hard as a rock...I wanted Him inside me.

The rest of the dance passed in a blur. Music, fantasy and reality flowing into each other like a dream. I stroked myself almost to a climax, but didn't let myself slip over the edge, knowing my Master liked to do that for me personally.

Still, when the music stopped with a flourish and I was standing there, gasping for breath, my muscles sweetly aching, I got a thrilling rush upwards from my vagina. I blushed, hoping my Master hadn't noticed that little slip. I strode off the stage, back straight, pride in every line of my body, the men's cheers deafening in the silence left by the music.

The club owner met me at the bottom of the steps, sliding my coat over my shoulders, shielding my body from prying eyes. He guided me backstage past dressing room doors and the occasional stripper. It occurred to me why I hadn't gone on stage in a costume that I would need to strip off. That would have been something the audience wanted. But since the dance was for my Master, He didn't need me clothed. I melted inwardly at that thought, hoping He'd been pleased.

Then my Master was there and I was looking into His eyes shining with the light of possession. I was His.

Events moved quickly. His car was brought around to the back by club staff. My Master lifted me off my feet and carried me to the car, not trusting the ground of the back alley to be safe. He settled me in, closed the door. We didn't speak the whole ride home, but the air between us thrummed with sexual tension.

We barely made it through the front door before He was on me, pulling the coat off, tangling His hand in my hair as He held my head while kissing me. His other hand glided down my body, arrested at my waist. We'd forgotten about the money.

He pushed me away, tracing His hands around the belt. His eyes were somber, thoughtful. He raised His eyes to me, His look fiercely possessive. "You are Mine." He growled, His tone curling my toes.

He roughly jerked me back to Him, picking up where He'd left off, lifting me by my ass cheeks so I had to wrap my legs around Him. Once His pants were down, He laid me on the back edge of our sofa, a precarious perch that made me cling to Him all the more as He pounded His thick cock into me.

In time with His thrusts, I heard His litany, "Mine. My Pet. Mine." repeated over and over until we both climaxed, spent, tumbling onto the sofa in a tangle of bodies, the money's crinkling sound almost louder than our gasps.

I marvelled. My Master had found a way of sharing me with others. The strict no-touch rule allowed Him to show me, His beautiful Pet, off to other men without worrying that things would get out of hand.

I knew He took pride in the way I looked and acted, in the attention I drew from other men, secretly pleased that I was with Him and not some other. However, this was the first time He'd tried to show off my raw sexuality to other men.

It had cost Him. He'd needed to reassure Himself by taking me, reclaiming me. But it showed me how much He'd grown, how much He trusted me to love Him and no other. I smiled, warmed to my core. Of course I would never leave Him. He was my Master and the Love of my life. There could be no one else for me but Him.

I snuggled in, contented, loved and well used by my Master, falling asleep in His arms.



The Dance



She stood in the open door of her balcony, looking out at the city below her. It was twilight and it was her favorite time of the day. The dirty streets, the traffic, all the things you hate about living in a large city always seem to fade away under the approaching nights shadows. The world looked softer, more sensual under twilight's haze. Sensual? She shook her head slowly; laughing under her breath at how quickly that word sprang to her mind. It wasn't surprising, not really, considering what happened to her the other night. It had to be the full moon affecting he. It sure wasn't logic dictating what she'd been saying or doing lately. Still laughing quietly, she stepped out into the night's silence and sat down on a padded chair, remembering how it all started even as the darkness around her deepened.

The day had started out so badly. She woke up and turned over, looking at the alarm clock by the bed. Seeing the numbers flash, she knew there had been a power surge during the night. She jumped out of bed; trying to find her watch on the dresser so she could see just how much trouble she was going to be in at work. As she hoped, she had just enough time to maybe throw on something and get out the door, praying traffic was light today. She might just make it in time if everything went perfectly. She reached into the closet and grabbed the first thing her hand hit as she raced to dress. Not even looking in the mirror, she raked her fingers through her hair to tame it down, grabbed her shoes, and headed out the door. Just as she got to her car in the parking lot, she looked down and saw she'd grabbed the wrong shoes. It wasn't a matter of them being the wrong color. No, she'd picked two different shoes.. both for her left foot. Swearing under her breath, she ran back inside, searched the closet quickly for a matching pair of shoes and finally found a pair. As she stood up to once again leave, she looked down and noticed the dark mark on her white silk shirt. Somehow, she'd already gotten it dirty. Gritting her teeth, she found a somewhat unwrinkled shirt that matched and threw it on, frantic to get on the way. She rushed outside and got in the car, which thankfully purred like a kitten, and started her commute. 

Traffic was ugly and she finally arrived at work fifteen minutes late. Luckily for her, he was running late as well. She sighed in relief, starting on the morning's tasks. Things seemed to be running smoothly for a change and she became more relaxed as the morning went on. After lunch, she received a call from her boss, asking her to come into his office at two. Wondering if he somehow knew that she'd been late, she began to get nervous. He never wanted to see anyone in his office unless something was wrong. Her mind raced to try to remember if there had been talk of layoffs or downsizing, but she couldn't remember even the hint of such a thing happening. At ten minutes till two, she was standing outside his door, waiting for his assistant to let him know she was there. Finally, she was sent in, where he asked her to have a seat across from him at the desk. He stared at her quietly, making her even more nervous. "Do you like working here?" he finally asked. She looked up at him, made contact, then looked away quickly before answering that she did enjoy working for the company. He sat in silence again, no expression on his face. 

She began to fidget slightly, tugging at her skirt hem, playing with the buttons on the cuffs of her shirt. "Then you won't say no if I tell you that we're giving you a big project to handle on your own and that it's going to require you work a lot of overtime for which, since you're salary, you won't be monetarily compensated. However, it will show everyone else in management how ready you are for additional responsibilities and could get you a promotion in next year's review." She jerked her head up at him in disbelief. She wasn't being fired, but was instead finally being given her own project to manage? She knew the project managers tended to work nearly 60 hours a week most weeks, and now they were doing the same thing to her, knowing she couldn't refuse or else they'd replace her. "No sir, not a problem. When do I start on the project?" Smiling at her, he replied "Tomorrow morning. I'd suggest you take today and as long as it takes tonight to finish what's pending on your desk." He then turned around in his chair and started dialing the phone, thereby dismissing her.

She was fuming. Sorry morning, sorry afternoon, and what was going to be a long sorry night. She spent the rest of the day finishing up the small things on her desk, and began to delegate the bigger ones to other coworkers. As she assigned the last task to the new guy down the hall, she stretched and realized how sore she was from sitting all day. Glancing at the clock, she couldn't believe it was already nine pm. She didn't even remember getting out of her chair since she'd sat down after she'd left her 'meeting' with the boss. Still aggravated, she got in her car and headed home. 

Her mind was busy, already organizing her calendar over the next several weeks to give her plenty of time to meet the due date on the project. As she aimlessly drove towards her apartment, she saw a building with a pink neon palm tree above its door. Since she was stopped at a traffic signal, she curiously stared at the place, wondering what it was. The door opened and she could hear the heavy thrumming of a bass and briefly glimpsed flashing lights as a couple left the place. She so needed a drink after the day she had. Should she go in, see what the place was like? But she had this huge project starting tomorrow and it was already so late, shouldn't she go home and get some sleep? Arguing back and forth with herself, she saw the light change from red to green and knew she had to make a fast decision. Turning to look over her shoulder for traffic, she whipped the car into the entrance of the lot, and finally found a spot near the back wall. Not really being thrilled with her options, as it was rather dark back there, she shrugged, grabbed her ID and her money, then locked the car and set the alarm.

The place was jumping inside. There were so many people pressed together, she wondered how anyone got around in the club. Still, the music was good, and the place was dark except for the occasional bright strobe lights bouncing over the tangled bodies on the floor, all of which was exactly what she liked in a club. She pushed her way through the bodies and finally managed to get to the bar. Shouting over the heavy techno rhythm, she ordered a drink and turned around to look the place over. The bartender came back, and she paid him for her drink, tipping him a couple of dollars extra. She sat down on a barstool at a nearby empty table and turned around to watch the dance floor. 

Her eyes closed as the music washed over her. Between it and the alcohol, she began to forget the day's mishaps and frustrations. Some time later, she looked at her watch and saw it was now after 11. As she stood to leave, she saw a man headed in her general direction. Thinking he was either headed to the men's room or to be with a group of friends somewhere behind her, she stepped to the side. Instead of walking past her, he stopped directly in front of her and touched her arm lightly. Looking up at him, she realized first that he had to be a bit over six feet tall. The next thing she noticed was his eyes. They were brown, but more than that they were clear and focused. Unlike everyone else around him, he was obviously not drunk. Instead, the more she looked into his eyes and read his body language, she knew this was a person who would not concede control of himself in any way. She watched his face as he smiled warmly at her, then gestured toward the dance floor, asking her to dance in the only way he could with the cacophony of sounds around them rendering speech useless. She glanced at her watch again, then at him, not sure what to do. Making the decision for her, he took her by the wrist and gently pulled her to the floor with him.

The floor was even more crowded than what she thought. Bodies of strangers pressed against hers as they gyrated to the music. He kept pushing forward until they were in the center of the dance floor. The air was stifling here and it was hard to breathe. She wasn't sure if he intentionally pulled her body so close to his or if the crowd simply pushed them together, holding them tightly against each other. As they moved with the crowd, with the driving beat of the drums and bass, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment. She knew the project would not allow her any free time to do anything like this, so she'd enjoy tonight and worry about tomorrow later. As the music shifted to a slightly different rhythm, she felt his hands steal around her waist, pulling her even closer along his body, his fingers pressing her hips forward. She looked up at him in surprise when she felt his erection brush against hers. She decided to act as if she hadn't noticed it so as to not embarrass either of them. She knew the affect the bodies of the other dancers were having on her as they rubbed against her on the floor and assumed it turned him on the same way.

It couldn't be helped in this crowd of people; there was too much skin and too much friction for someone to not be at least slightly aroused. With the alcohol making her feel mischievous, she relaxed and let the movements of the dancers around them meld her body against his, using the rhythm of her own moves to tease herself against him. She looked up at him, trying to look innocent. She was instantly caught in his gaze. He was still smiling, but it had changed. Instead, the smile had become a smirk. He knew exactly what she was doing and it was obvious that he was allowing her to continue. 

Her heartbeat increased with alarm as she realized the dangerous game she'd been playing. This was not one of the harmless guys in her circle of friends. There was nothing harmless about this man. Suddenly fearful, she dropped her eyes and tried to move off the floor, needing to get away from him. She pushed against the wall of people around her, but it was as if she was trying to push through concrete. The floor seemed to be even more packed than it was before. As she tried to lean her body away from him, his hands slid down from her hips to cup her ass cheeks, drawing her upon his erection even tighter. He leaned down to her ear and she could hear him laughing at her useless attempts to get away. His hands slid back up to her waist, dragging her skirt upwards with them. 

She struggled against him, her hands pushing ineffectively on his arms to stop him from exposing her. The thought of someone seeing her like this was humiliating, but even more so because he was still laughing at her. Realizing it would draw more attention to keep fighting, she stopped moving, thinking he would become disinterested and leave. Instead, this seemed to have the opposite affect. He increased his grinds and thrusts against her, making her clit jump and throb even as her hands pushed against his chest in an effort to stop what he was doing to her. His hands spread themselves down her ass once again, cupping her cheeks in his hands and pulling her against him so hard that she could feel the feel the buttons on his jeans biting into her soft skin as he ground himself into her. 

Despite the fact they were on a public dance floor, her body reacted instinctively, the warmth spreading through her lower body and making her nipples stand out against her shirt. His fingers spread themselves against her ass, sliding underneath the tightly pulled material. Feeling his hot hands on her bare ass, she twisted to try to once more get away. She was embarrassed at being exposed this way, at how his fingers and hands roamed over her intimately at his will, and at how her body was reacting. She knew if he kept moving his fingers, he'd find out just how wet she was and how excited this was making her. 

As his fingers teased her ass, she could feel her panties becoming soaked with her arousal. His hand continued to tease her ass, one finger sliding in deeper to push gently against the tight opening. Her eyes grew wide and she looked up again, seeing the intensity there. She knew there were no options for her, this was going to happen and there was nothing she could do to stop it. And if that were the case, she'd enjoy it and stop fighting. Letting the crowd of dancers support her from behind, and his body support her in front, she relaxed in his arms, her teeth finding his chest and biting hard on the material, feeling the skin catch underneath between her teeth. She could feel his heart beating fast against his chest. He moved his right hand forward to play with her slick cunt, making her moan loudly. She didn't care because she knew they'd never hear her in this room. His fingers began to slide in and out of her hot and wet pussy easily, fucking her on the dance floor in rhythm to the beat of the music. She was so hot, so wet that she could feel her wetness running down the inside of her thighs, mixing with her sweat. 

The music became even faster and the other bodies on the floor pressed onto them harder, pushing the fingers of his right hand deep inside her cunt, and forcing the index finger of his left hand into her ass, penetrating both openings at once. No longer able to support herself, she clung to his shirt desperately. She leaned her forehead onto his chest as he fingered fucked her furiously, showing no mercy for her helplessness or concern that anyone around them would see. She bit deeply into his shirt, knowing she was leaving marks on his chest. The harder she bit him, the deeper he thrust his fingers until she was writhing to more than just the music. The combination of his hands, the possibility of being discovered, and the smell of his skin against her face pushed her over the edge and she exploded on his hand, drenching it with her orgasm. He slowed down his thrusting as she came, but did not stop until the spasms inside of her stopped. Breathing heavily, she looked up at him expecting to see the smirk back on his face as he had clearly made it clear who was playing whom tonight. Instead, she saw a smile cross his face as he slowly removed his fingers from her body. She staggered a bit as she was forced to support her own body weight again. She was craving his touch again, wanting him to fuck her with more than his fingers, wanting to touch him and do for him what he just did for her.

She tried to tell him this, but the music was still too loud and her words were lost in the air around them. He kissed her softly and smoothed her skirt back into place. He looked around and suddenly began pushing his way into the bodies on his right. She tried to follow his lead, but she was soon lost in the dancing throng. Angry, frustrated, and consumed by need, she shoved people this way and that, fighting her way to the edge of the dance floor. She searched everywhere for him, but it was nowhere to be found. After waiting a while in case he came back, she finally gave up and went home. The entire way there her thoughts were not on the road, but instead on the way his hard cock felt against her and how badly she wanted him. It was all she could do to not touch herself as she drove down the dark streets. Unable to sleep, she took a shower, and brought herself off several times in an effort to stop the need pulsing inside of her. She finally fell asleep exhausted, her dreams haunted by a pair of intense dark eyes. 

The next few days were busy ones and she became buried under paperwork and meetings over the project. But when she was alone, especially at night as she worked by herself in the empty building, she would remember that night and wonder where he was now. Nights like tonight, she would stare out at the city beneath her and wonder whose body he was pleasuring tonight. As the memories of that night mixed with fantasies of what could have happened, her fingers began to trail down her body, stopping to run her tug at her nipples and make them even harder. This made her legs open of their own accord and she scooted forward in the chair to open them wider. As she leaned her head back against the chair, she could feel his hands on her skin and she began to tease herself thinking of how good it would feel to have his hands caress her soft skin. As she fantasized about how his cock felt, she slid her fingers up and down her slit, pretending it was him sliding his cock head back and forth along her. Carrying the fantasy further, she slid her fingers just inside of her lips, coating them with her slickness, using them to tease her clit. Her fingers circled around it, making it swollen and more sensitive. 

She moaned softly, imagining his head dipping between her thighs to nibble on it, biting gently as his fingers slid in her once more. Using her fingers to mimic his in her fantasy, she began to thrust them in and out of her, twisting them back and forth as she did, finding her soft Gspot and stroking it. She draped her legs over each arm of the chair, exposing her wet pussy to the night air. The breeze felt cool against her, making her shiver in the dark. Enjoying the caress of the wind across her spread cunt, she began to pump her fingers in and out of her tight tunnel fast and hard, pretending it was his fingers. She knew he wouldn't take things slow or gentle, but would instead want her writhing in need, begging him for more. She could feel her wetness sliding down the crack of her ass, wetting the cushion underneath her as she arched upward in the darkness. Unable to take more, she used her thumb to press hard on her clit, rubbing over it quickly in a circle, feeling the heat rush through her lower stomach before spreading over her body. She moaned loudly, her hips thrust into the air as she came hard. Her breathing ragged, she slowly lowered herself into the now damp chair, her eyes slowly opening and bringing the world back into focus. She took a deep breath and stood up, needing to go inside and take a shower before falling into another tortured night of sleep. 

She shook her head, amazed at herself for acting like this. She'd never done anything like this before, and she was normally so reserved and quiet, even when she was having sex with someone. Now she was fantasizing about a man who used her on a public dance floor, and fingering herself on her balcony at night while she did. As she touched the handle to her door to go inside, she heard a sound from the balcony beside hers. She stopped still, shame flooding her as she realized that the person had probably been watching her the entire time, or at least long enough to know what she was doing. Afraid to look, but knowing she had to know, she turned her head toward the balcony, ready to apologize and beg them to not call the police. As she started to speak, the words died on her lips. She stood, frozen in the moment as he stood there leaning against the wall. His dark brown eyes and intense stare told her that tonight she wouldn't need the fantasy.



The Dance



The night was hot and he decided to stop by the local bar and have a drink before going home. As he walked through the door the smell of smoke and the loud music hit him like a wall. He got a drink and began to survey the crowd to see if there was anyone that he might know tonight. Suddenly his eyes spotted the most beautiful woman standing alone in the crowd tapping her feet to the music. Her long slender legs protruding from a tight pair of shorts that ended in a firm and round ass. Her t-shirt was tight and he could see her brown hard nipples through the thin material. He knew that somehow he must speak to her. He moved his way around the dance floor until he was closer to her. She was busy watching the band play and didn't see him approach. He said “Hello, How are you, great band tonight”. As she turned to him her long blonde hair moved off her shoulders and encircled her beautiful smile. “Yes a good night for dancing I think". She said."Then lets dance “ he exclaimed! They started to dance to the heavy beat of the music but suddenly stopped when the song turned to a slow one. They looked into each other’s eyes and moved closer .He gently placed his arms around her and pulled her closer. She rested her head against his shoulder and he could smell the sweet fragrance of her hair. Her body melted into his and he could feel her soft breasts hardened as she pressed closer to him. His thoughts drifted to dreams of kissing her under the stars. Looking into her sky blue eyes. Slowly removing her clothes as she surrenders her passion to him. Trembling as he touches her soft skin. Her nipples shinning in the moonlight. There kisses long and passionate. Nothing was said between them. As she pressed closer to him he imagined her touching his cock and releasing it from his pants. The music suddenly stops and her soft voice says “I think the music's over are you all right”?

 He suddenly realizes that he was only dreaming. A wonderful dream of fantasy and ecstasy. He feels a bit shaky and is sweating and feels a chill. She wipes his brow and says. ‘Lets have a drink you look a little pale“. They sit at the bar and he drinks down a quick whiskey. “What were you thinking about out there on the dance floor” she said? “You may not believe me but I was dreaming of you. That has never happened before. You have a mystical effect on me that I can’t describe” he exclaimed! “I felt it too” she said. After a few drinks he felt renewed and eager to be close to her. As they went outside they could still hear the music beating against the thin walls of the bar. He held her close and they kissed passionately under the moonlight. “When we were dancing I could feel your prick becoming so large rubbing against me what were you thinking about” she said. “I was dreaming of you darling, entwined in your embrace and making passionate love to you” he said. “Then take me I need you to take me” she purred in his ear. They went to the backside of the bar and she slid her pants down. He dropped his pants and pulled his thick member out. He picked her up and pressed her against the bar wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist and with quick jerk he entered her fully. He began to thrust into her sweet mound as she let out a moan. The rough walls of the bar behind her were scratching her back but she didn’t care. The music inside was making the walls shake and with every beat she could feel his hot prick stroking her closer and closer to orgasm. Their hearts were beating together wildly and their rhythm was increasing to a fever pitch. Suddenly she arched her back and gripped him tightly with her spread legs. Her breath became rapid and she let out a scream as her orgasm spread through her body right down to her toes.  He moaned also. He could hold back his orgasm no longer and his organ shot its full load into her sopping pussy. Pulsing with each stroke until her cunt was full of his hot cum. They held each other close as their passion unwound. She unwrapped her legs from around his waist and he lowered her back onto her shaky legs. They got dressed and decided to go back in for another drink and a dance. Who knows what else the night has in store for them?



The Dance



This is about my real first time and hers which she found alot of pain and if you do not enjoy hearing about painful sex i suggest you not read any farter. (All people in this story are 18 and consenting adults.)

It was our first school dance of the year and me and Kate had been together since the end of last school year. We were truly in love. I had tried to talk to her about sex many times before the dance and she said that she was waiting for that special someone. So i tried everything i could to make her realize i was that one( i had been lookin to have sex since i was about 14). I always try to treat every girl i meet with a great deal of respect. I believe they deserve to be treated like princesses when they are with me. That is just my nature.

  Well finally the big dance came up and of course me and Kate went together. We were the couple that everyone talked about cause for our age our relationship was very mature and lengthy. This will come into play later in our story. So anyways we were dancing and havin a good time and we noticed it was getting closer to time to leave so we decided that we would leave a little early for some alone time. I had been talking to my buddies earlier that night and they were like when is she gonna give it up. I said that i wasnt gonna rush her cause i loved her and thats stronger than sex.

   Apparently she had been talking to some of her friends that night too cause she seemed overly excited that we were driving to our "spot". I asked her what was up and she said that she thought i was the one and that her friends had made her realize that i was the best thing that had ever happened to her. Well of course me being the gentleman i was i asked her if she was sure she wanted to go through with this and she said i love you and then yes.  I could have died right there i was so happy. I was finally gonna do it. I decided we better do this right so we drove back to my place. My parents were out of town for the weekend so i had no porblem bringin her there.

  When we got there she was excited and yet very nervous at the same time. I was so nervous cause i wanted to be good for my girl. Well we get back to my room and started to make out a little. I wanted to make sure she was ready for this so i started out just fingering her a little and she didnt show too much emotion. So i decided that since i had never pleased her oraly i could take care of her. Apparently this helped alot cause she kept moaning little by little. By now i was ready to dive right in and i think she was too but i wanted to make sure. I asked her one more time if she was sure and she said hell yes.

  I was in my boxers by now. She had never even seen a guys dick in her life before that night and when she saw it she kind of jumped and looked a little frightened. She asked me how that was gonna fit in her and i said my friends all made it fit so i figure it must. They told me about their first times too. They said that it worked pretty good. They must have had girls that had done it before cause i didnt see what they ment.

  I lined my cock head up with her hole and started trying to push and she shouted "ouch". so i stopped and asked if she was ok and she said just keep going so i went a little slower tryin to get in this time. I lined up again and this time the head of my dick sliped just inside for the first time exploring her virgin cunt. it was great but i could tell she was in some majore pain. She said just push it all the way in and get it over with so maybe the pain will go away. Well i was much abliged about that. I just grabbed her by the hips and pushed and pulled as hard as i could and slid all the way inside feeling her hymen tear. She screamed out so loud in pain and started to cry. i tried to stop but she said no keep going or it will never get better. So i started out moving in and out slowly at first then faster and faster and faster and i guess the pain started to subside cause she started smiling a bit. I could just feel my seed welling up in side and i said im gonna cum and she said I Love You. with that i spurted the biggest load of my life in her little tight cunt. I didnt make her orgasm the first time but after that she started to enjoy herself alot more. We noticed a bit of blood when we finsished and then about a month later she got a scare cause her period came late. We thought she was pregnant but it was a false alarm. I really loved her and she was the only girl for the longest time that i really made love to and the others were just fucks which to me really suck cause you and your partner dont get the same feeling than when your in love. So me and Kate finally broke up and went our sepereate ways and i heard now that she is some mondo slut. So i guess im glad im not with her now but i dont regret a second of it. I still do love her but just not the same way.



The Dance



The Dance is not so much a short story as an experience. In this lifestyle, reactions are as varied as the participants. This is the "story" of one dance.

It is almost time for the dance and all the preparations have been made. The temperature in the low lit room is slightly cool. Candles burn and cast their illumination around the outer walls. A slight fragrance of cinnamon and cloves permeates the air. In the middle of the room is an empty space, the perfect dance floor. The cuffs that dangle from the ceiling complete the room. 

There is nothing more beautiful than the dance. The dancers move together in perfect harmony. Each comes alive with every movement and expression. It is a delicate balance of steps, moves, reactions and passion. And although the dance follows a routine, it is nonetheless a new and wonderful experience each time. The dance encompasses all. Even the viewers are drawn to its intensity and wonderment. 

There are no spectators tonight. This will be a private dance. Even in the knowledge that no one will be watching, the dancers take great care in their preparations. The dance deserves their consideration and attention to detail. To do otherwise would be an injustice. Respect the dance and it will reward you tenfold. 

The two dancers enter the room and the candle flames flicker in a gasp. The costumes have not disappointed. The man stands tall and proud. His bare chest almost glistens in the delicate lighting. He turns slightly and his powerful back is cast into the light. His torso is firm and ends at the leather pants that fit snug. They are a line of perfection stopping at the top of the heavy leather boots that don his feet. In one hand, he holds a valued crop; his favorite and only the best for this moment. His other hand reaches out, palm up, to his partner.

Again, the candles draw breath. Before them stands a woman, glorious in her nakedness. Her head is held high in esteem, both in herself and of the dance. She has pinned her long auburn hair up on her head so as not to tangle or interfere with the movements that will come. Dark round eyes are outlined with deep charcoal, allowing their expression to shine through. A warm rosy glow highlights her cheeks. Her lips, full and luscious, are colored only slightly, emphasizing their natural look. 

The long line of her neck is graceful and leads to equally delicate shoulders. Her rosy nipples stand erect on her small breasts, both from the coolness of the room and her anticipation. Her waist is small and expands slightly at her hips. A slight patch of curly hair showcases her bare pussy lips below. It is her fleshy pear-shaped bottom that draws her partner’s gaze. The firmness of it is in direct contrast to its softness. Her five-inch stilettos emphasize the length and tone of her legs. 

Her small hand reaches for his and she is drawn into his embrace. The touch of their skin fuels their energy for this dance. One last preparation to be made then the dance can begin. She raises her arms high into the air and waits for them to be secured in the cuffs. This is the only part of her that is restrained, her body free to feel the movements of the music. With a deep bow to his partner, the dance begins.

The first steps are slow and gentle. This dance requires stamina, strength and the flow of one phase to the next. The first beat is only of the crop as it snaps her soft skin. She remains still, allowing the heat of the stings to envelop her. The fire lights as the crop continues to come down on her body. First her breasts and stomach, then to her ass and legs. A soft pink hue decorates the canvas of her body. She is now prepared to take her first steps in the dance.

The first steps are the easiest for her. As the crop stings harder, her body reacts to the blows. The arching of the back, the slight sway from side to side are all movements of the dance. Her face registers concentration and pleasurable discomfort. His strikes still cover her whole body. They focus long enough in one area for her to feel the pain, then travel to a less covered area. This cessation of intensity allows her to regain her focus. She knows it will not last. It is almost time for the next step.

The strike of the crop gains in momentum and force. She feels it bite into her tender flesh. The first signs of escape creep into her mind. Her feet move and jump from the blows. Tears well in her eyes and threaten to spill over. The chain on the cuffs rattles from her pulling. This is the first parting of the dancers. With every movement he takes toward her with the crop, she pulls back and away. Though not bond together, they still dance as one.

The crop continues to reign down its pain. There is no pleasure now in that pain, nor is there supposed to be. She pleads to him with her eyes. The feelings intensify and she fights for control. Desperation has set in. She has forgotten the steps of the dance. But the dance is primal; the body remembers. Along with the tears come the begging. Anything to escape the ache of the crop. Her pleas and cries do nothing to stop as her body continues on with the dance. 

The next step indeed brings out the basic nature of fight or flee. Knowing she cannot escape and her tears have not saved her, her mind follows the lead. Upon her face now is not a look of fear, but of anger. Her feet stomp the ground and she screams with each new strike. The sting fuels her rage and she responds. Her movements are jerky and crude. She cares not about her appearance or sophistication; they matter nothing. 

He enjoys the beauty in this simple display. Her body moves to the beat of the crop in a primal way. The mind has no control. It does not feel shame nor pride. Every movement is basic. She is utterly gorgeous at this moment. Her tears, her screams and finally her acceptance. The fight over pain has ceased. Now is the time to find the pleasure in the agony. 

And she has. As her body moves, it releases all her pent up fears and frustrations. The pain begins to set her free. Now when the crop hits, she moves back into its sting. She wants this now. She needs it. In this torturous dance, she has found her release. All her senses explode at once and she soars with his lead. They have come together once more to end this wonderful dance as one.



The Dance



Kathy breathed deep, waiting for Stephen to move again. She lay on her back, holding her legs at her knees, her feet pointed as he had instructed. Her pumps glistened in the candlelight; the stiletto ends in his strong hands. He had driven deep inside her, pushing till his balls rested against her ass, his hair ticklish on her anus as she waited for his next thrust. He held there instead, looking into her eyes. She had asked to play this game of submission and control, asked him help her fulfill yet another fantasy. He had been here before with another. But not with her, with Kathy his mind slipped out of gear a little. Kathy meant something to him, mattered more than this one night. He wanted to please as badly as she wanted to submit. They had danced around the subject till now. 

He had told her what to wear, what to call him, what he would call her. Other than that it had all seemed familiar to her, like so many other times. She wondered if she had been mistaken, if he was simply afraid like so many others had been. He looked down at her, looked into her eyes to see if she was looking back. He wanted to know that she was in the moment, not merely passing through. He waited inside her, his cock twitching from tension, her lips milking at him, making him weak. Her head was back, eyes screwed shut as she pushed her hips up to meet him again. He again pulled back, just waiting. He drew her head up, fingers knotted in her hair. His lips were on her ear, his breath wet, warm.

"Ask me Kathy, ask..." he said.

"Sir? ask?....I ...I don't underst...." He pulled out then, her opening greedily protesting the vacuum. She stayed open for a moment, till her muscles closed her again. The emptiness seemed raw, like a burning. Kathy's mind raced trying to understand what he had been saying

"If you want this Kathy, ask me for it." He was just resting his cock on her clit now, her juices wet on his shaft, causing them to stick together now, glued in place.

"Oh yes Sir, please. Please, , Please...." She said it with her eyes open wide, the desire he had aroused shedding her usual girlish inhibitions aside. Now she did want him, wanted to feel that she was his.

With his push back in she sighed, full again, his weight on her comforting. He again held her heels, pulling her legs apart wide, pumping in a slow steady drumbeat. Kathy tried to buck up farther, get him to go in deeper. He simply smiled, leisurely enjoying his own pace. He went just slow enough to stall her building orgasm; his rhythm just off at times as he felt her contract, her mouth open and pleading. She squirmed as he teased her, made her emotions roll in her head like marbles. She gasped at the thrusts deep inside, gasped as he left her at times, open, the air kissing her labia. She felt like she was melting, falling out of herself as she went with what he wanted. His hips still bit her as they slapped. Stephen brought her to her knees, her ass presented for him like a peach. The red cleft full again, her cheeks soft in his hands, the skin pale. He pushed faster, in rhythm now, drawing out her orgasm. This dance was what he wanted, this tango of want and denial. 

His back was covered in sweat; it ran down his face as he concentrated. She was so warm inside, her pussy so wet, sucking as she lay before him. He had to close his eyes, to block the vision of her, her face, her breasts, the smell of her vulva as he filled it. Her beauty weakened his resolve, made him weak when he knew she wanted his strength, his command. He felt his cum building. He stopped again, dipping down still never letting her go. He held her feet as he suckled her, nursed at her flowing opening. Her smell was musk, the flow tart, acrid on his tongue. He thought he wanted to live on it, nothing else, just her. He traced his tongue over her, smiling as he tried to write his name with his tongue on her clit, then hers. He spelled 'fuck me' the same way, her orgasms gushing again into his mouth. No longer in complete control now he pushed back in, draping her legs over his shoulders, the pressure in his balls to much to ignore again. He grunted his release, filling her again. Each rope he shot off inside closed off his vision, blurred his resolve. The bite of her nails on his back drew him back, pushed him to remember what she wanted. He ground into her harder then, harder, trying to crawl inside as he emptied himself fully, finally knowing the feeling that had been missing with the others. With them he had merely ended, nothing more. With her it was release, fulfillment.

She gasped at the heat she felt, so hot now, her insides coated with his seed. He slumped off, lying beside her to catch his breath. Rising up on his side he looked at her pussy. He just wanted to look at her again, drink her in before she burned away in a flash of memory. The lips were smooth, hairless. They were also red, engorged from exertion. They opened as he watched, her legs spreading, wanting his touch again. He slipped a finger in, feeling his own semen coating it. Another, then a third, her scooped his gift out, smiling as he watched her open her lips, take his wrist in her hand. She never looked away, all her fears gone. She wanted to show him how much she had loved this, loved him for trusting her, for being who she needed. Her lips smiled around his fingers, his taste settling down her throat. He held her tight, hugging her hotly. She pulled back then, her own body slick with sweat. In this light she seemed to glow, part pink, the rest golden. She handed him the gift she had purchased months ago, the gift she had never shown anyone else. She knelt down before him, her head bowed, waiting. Her mind danced as she felt the collar slipping around her throat. It was snug on her throat, the tension complete as it was cinched closed. He accepted her, as she had desired him, the dance ended, and beginning all at once.



The Dance



The couple was getting ready to go to the local dance hall so they could meet their friends there. She just got out of the shower, as he was getting ready to get into the shower. She walked into their bedroom with nothing on but a towel rapped around her long brunette hair.  She walked over to the full-length mirror, turning to the side to get a good look at her body in the mirror. Her clothes were lying out on the bed.  She reached over and picked on up her midnight blue lace panties stepping into them, sliding them up her long legs and over her shaven mound.  Then reaching for the matching bra, she slide her arms into it, pulling her breast in to it so that they was all tight as she reached down to fasten the front of her bra. The next thing put on was her silk hose.  As she looked in the mirror, she noticed that there was a twinkle in here eyes. Turning toward the bed, she walked over to the bed and picked up her blouse. Her blouse was pale brick red and it buttoned up the front. She slides it on and started fastening the buttons one at a time. After fastening the last button, she put on her wrangler denim skirt and tucked her blouse in tight. Sliding her feet into her red high-heeled shoes, she looked in the mirror. For the final thing, she grabbed her brush and brushed he long brown hair. 



Meanwhile, he stepped out of the shower and dried off. Walking over to the sink he took out his razor to trim up his mustache and goatee.  Then he went into the bedroom to finish getting dressed.  He looked at his beautiful young wife. He said, “Hun you look so beautiful.”  He grabbed his midnight blue boxers and pulled them up his long legs and adjusted his manhood. Turning to the bed, he picked up his Wranglers. He stepped into them sliding them up his legs leaving them unfastened so he could tuck his shirt in. He reached over and got his shirt, putting one arm in and then the other. He fastened each button very slowly, as she watched his every move, finally sliding his hands between his shirt and Wranglers to smooth the shirt out. He zipped, buttoned and put his belt on. Then he sat on the bed to put on his socks and cowboy boots. 

She said “Baby you look mighty fine” as she leaned down to his him.

As they got ready to leave the room he picked up both the cowboy hats. He gently put her cowboy hat on her head and kissed her. Then taking his cowboy hat he placed it on his head, wrapped his arm around her shoulders and said “Hun, lets go tear up the dance floor.”

They got out to his new dodge 4x4 club cab pickup truck and he opened the passenger side door. She jumped up in it and slides over in the middle as he shut the door.  He walked around, opening the door and jumped in beside her. He started the engine and put it in gear.  As he drove down the road, she layed hear hand on his muscular leg. Slowly she slid it up his leg until she felt his manhood bulging in his wranglers. “Now hun, you better watch or we will not make it to the dance” he said as he winked at her. She laid her head against his shoulder. They drove in silence except for the sound of the country music on the radio.

Reaching the dance hall, he parked the truck. Jumping out of the truck, he walked around to the passenger door and opened it. She slides across the seat and jumped out into his awaiting arms.  He shut the door, wrapped his arm around her shoulder and across the parking lot they walked.  Once in the dance hall, they meet with their friends. They all sat talking and having a drink. Then the band started playing I Will Always Love You. 

He looked at her saying “my beautiful, sexy lady may I have this dance?” 

She looked him in his twinkling eyes and said “Yes, my awesomely handsome man.” 

They walked out on the dance floor. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. They rocked back and for to the music. Stepping up on her tiptoes she kissed his soft lips, sliding her tongue in and out. “Baby, I love you,” she said. 

And he looked her in the eyes and said, “Hun I love you too and I am ready to get out of here and be alone with my beautiful and sexy lady.” 

Saying their goodbyes to there friends they walked out to the truck, jumped in and took off down the road.

Upon reaching home, he unlocked the front door, picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.  Gently he took off his and her hats and put them on the hooks where they belonged. Walking over to her, he started kissing her as his fingers began to unbutton each button. Sliding her skirt down, as he slides her blouse off her arms, he looked at her standing there in nothing but her midnight blue under clothes.  Running his hands across her breast, he could feel her nipples hardening from the touch. Unbuttoning her bra and sliding it off, he started sucking and rubbing her breast. She reached up and unbuttoned his shirt so that his hairy chest was exposed. Then unbuttoning and unzipping his wranglers, she let them fall to the floor as she pulled his shirt over his shoulders and down his arms. Then she reached for his boxers and slides them off running her had over his manhood.  He took his hands and ran them down her side until he came to her panties. He slides them down to her feet. As he layed her on the bed, he spread her legs. He started kissing her thighs and licking his way up to her shavened mound. His mustache and goatee tinkled it as he slowly slides his tongue in her pussy. He twirled his tongue and ran it along her clit, nibbling on it. He ran his tongue in deep and teased her pussy as he ran his hands under her hips.  She could feel her pussy feeling up with sweet juices as he teased her. Then he took two fingers and inserted them in her ass.  He shoved them in fast and hard. She screamed from the pain and the pleasure that he was giving her.  She ran her hands thru his hair and pushed his face deeper into her pussy until she came all over his face. He licked up every last drop of her sweet cum. 

Then rolling over on his back, she kissed his chest as she worked her way down to his rock solid manhood. She kissed and licked his balls and then taking his cock in his mouth she was bobbing up and down on as she went. Each time she went down she took and deep throat it. She could feel the veins swelling in his cock. She new he was close to coming. She sucked hard as he cum in her throat. She felt it oozing down the back of her throat as she swallowed it. She licks the tip of his cock. 

He was caressing her breast and sucking on the nipples making them hard. As he straddled her, he slid his cock in her wet pussy. He pulled one leg over her should as he pushed his cock in deeper, and then the other leg over his other shoulder. He thrust his hips back and forth, pushing in deeper with each thrust. She moaned as he leaned in to kiss her on her lips and fondle her breast with his hands.  She could feel her clit swelling with each thrust. Her pussy was throbbing so hard that she could feel her body shaking.  She starts thrusting her hips up and down as he went deeper in her wet pussy. 

She screamed, “Yes, baby, yes. I Love you.”  

They were both close to coming as he thrust his body hard against hers. The sound of flesh hitting flesh caused them both more excitement and pleasure. He let out a loud scream as he shot her pussy full of cum deep inside.  He layed down on her, leaving his cock deep inside, as he kissed her and said “Hun, I love you. You make me the happiest person on earth and there is no other for me.” 

As he rolled over he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her lips.  The snuggled up and drifted of to sleep because they both realized that they had another long and tedious day ahead of them the next day.



The Dance



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Tom and Terri were sitting across the room from one another. Never noticing the other stealing glances. They were in a club where people came to dance and have a good time. The club, usually standing room only, was half the capacity tonight. 

As Tom sat there watching the young woman he said to himself "next slow song I am going to ask her to dance". It wasn't long before the D.J. announced a slow song was coming next. Tom swallowed hard and stood up. He started toward the woman. The closer he got, he realized she was even more beautiful than he had thought. 

Terri sat at a corner table .She saw the man she had been watching get up. She silently hoped he was coming to ask her to dance.  He was walking toward her. Her palms started to sweat, her heart raced. She was looking at the napkin she was wringing in her hands and didn't notice when he stopped at her table. When she looked up she was staring right into his mysterious brown eyes. She felt her heart stop and her mouth went dry. 

Tom held out his hand and asked Terri if she would like to dance. He fought to control the shaking in his voice as he spoke to her, but the shaking in his hand wasn't to be stopped. He blushed when they both noticed his hand shaking as he extended it. 

Terri sat there stunned for what seemed an eternity. Finally she looked at his hand, noticing how large and strong it looked. Then she put her small, frailer hand into his. As she stood she said one simple word "yes". Now face to face with him she took in how arresting his manly features were. 

Without a word, Tom led her to the dance floor just as the music began. Standing with only a few inches between them, Tom put his hands on her hips as Terri put her hands on his shoulders. One hand brushed the soft skin at the nape of his neck. They both trembled, searching each other’s eyes, to see if the other one felt it.  Tom pulled her to him, completely closing the gap between them. Her body felt familiar pressed against his, comfortable, as if they had always held each other this way. Terri swayed; she was weak in the knees.  As they danced Terri laid her head on Tom's chest. She could hear the rapid beating of his heart and his cologne filled her nose.

Tom softly nestled his face into Terri's hair, inhaling deeply he was intoxicated by her scent. He held her tighter. They danced so slow you could hardly see them moving; their bodies were like one. 

Just as the song was coming to an end, they once again looked into each other’s eyes. Tom gently put one finger under her chin and tilted her head, readying her for his kiss. He brushed soft curls away from her face as he leaned in to kiss her.  Her lips were soft and sweet, tasting of the wine she had been sipping. He felt her body trembling against him, he kissed her deeper, more passionately.  Terri didn't refuse his kiss, it felt right somehow. As they stood there kissing, his arms tightening around her waist, she was thankful for his strength. I f he had let go she would have fallen she thought. She was weak, weak with wanting. 

The next song was starting but neither of them noticed. When Tom stopped kissing her she was breathless. He took her by the hand and back to her table. He pulled out her chair and sat down in the one next to her. For a moment they just sat there, staring into each other’s eyes. At the same time they both started to speak, both laughing nervously. Tom reached up and pushed the soft curls from her face and said, "My name is Tom". After a short pause Terri introduced herself, looking down at the table as soon as she spoke the words. Tom tenderly tilted her face to look at him, "I hope you don't think I was to forward for kissing you", he said. 

Terri shook her head no; she was to flustered to speak. She wanted to know this man, know his body and his soul. 

The club was closing, a lump formed in Terri's throat. Was this the last time she would see this man, this man she wanted to know so badly?

Knowing they had to leave, and not wanting to let her go, Tom said the first thing that came to mind. "Come to my place with me". As soon as the words were past his lips he knew he had gone to far. To his surprise Terri replied quickly. "Yes", she said in a quivering voice.

Pushing back his chair Tom stood and helped Terri from her seat. He took her hand and headed toward the exit. As they neared the door Tom noticed it was raining, he put his jacket around Terri's shoulders. Terri looked at him, they both smiled. "I love the rain, do you live far? We could walk,” she said. 

Tom loved the rain, sometimes he would go for walks when it was raining so he could feel it on his face, and “only about a block away” he told her. Tom pushed open the door and they stepped out, hand in hand, into the warm summer rain. 

They both looked up at the same time to let the rain fall on their faces. Noticing this they both laughed, less nervous than before.The two headed off to Tom's place, talking idlely along the way. Tom had put his arm around her shoulders holding her near him. At times they were silent, alone with their thoughts. Tom found himself looking at Terri, taking in how the moonlight and rain made her hair glisten, and how her eyes sparkled in the dark. 

In the times of silence, Terri thought of his strong arm around her, protecting, loving, so strong but yet so gentle. In the middle of her thoughts Tom said, "this is it, this is my place". They walked up to the door; Tom opened it and held out his arm to motion Terri inside. 

Once inside Tom took his rain soaked jacket from Terri and told her he would get some towels for them to dry off. Gone only a second, he was back handing her a towel. As they were drying themselves off Tom looked at Terri and said " your clothes are soaked through, let me get you something to change into". Terri never thought twice about undressing and wearing his clothes. "Ok" she said, "where should I change “? He showed her to the restroom down the hall, stopping along the way to pick out a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants for her to put on. "Not exactly your size, but dry. I'll be in the living room when your finished " he said. 

Terri changed and went into the living room. Tom had lit candles all around the room and started a fire in the fireplace. There was soft, romantic music playing. Terri's face felt flush. Tom looked up from where he was kneeling in front of the fire. He had changed also. "Come sit by the fire " he said. Terri walked over to him and knelt down on both knees. Tom handed her a glass of wine. Terri took the glass and sipped it, "mmm", she softly moaned. 

Tom looked at her for several minuets, "Terri, I want to kiss you“, he said. Not a bit shocked this time she turned to face him. Tom leaned forward, putting the palm of his hand against her cheek and kissed her. Her skin was so soft, like satin. Still kissing her he took her glass of wine and set it on the hearth.

Terri was feeling faint, his kisses were intoxicating. She wanted him, more than she has ever wanted anyone. She wondered if he could sense this, if he was feeling the same way. She brought a hand to his chest, he was muscular, his chest firm. Her other hand found his hair; she ran her fingers through the silkiness. Their kiss intensified, deeper, more passionate. His tongue probed her mouth and danced with hers. 

Tom was on the brink of losing control, he wanted to take her, "right here, in front of the fire " he thought to himself. His hand moved from her check down her neck, he caressed it, loving the softness of her skin. He had to stop, he couldn't keep kissing her. He pulled away from her; she looked at him, confusion in her eyes. " I'm sorry, I can't,” he said "you are so beautiful, I want you so badly, if I don't stop I'm afraid I'll go to far". Terri gazed longingly into his eyes, "I don't want you to stop". No more words were needed.

Tom started kissing Terri again; he put his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. She moaned as his tongue once again played with hers. Her breasts became heavy. She kissed him back with a fever fueled by the raging inferno below. She was ready to give herself to him, let their bodies become one. Her hands were roaming across his chest, his shoulders, through his hair. 

Tom was once again on the brink of no self-control. He wanted Terri, he was aching for her. His hand found her breasts, soft, firm, ample. He caressed her making her moan, softly, deeply. Her back arched, pushing her breasts into his hands. She groaned with a longing that has been suppressed for far too long. His hand slid down to her thigh, she was trembling now. Tom laid her back kissing her, his hand caressing her inner thighs. Terri raked her nails across his back, this time making him moan. His hand slid under her shirt, across her silky skin, to her breasts. He fondled her as she lie beneath him, squirming with pleasure and anticipation. Tom sat up and pulled off his shirt. His chiseled body now visible to Teri in the firelight. Terri sat up, her breath caught in her throat. She reached out with a trembling hand and touched his rippled chest...making him gasp. His head went back, she followed the line of his throat...smiling with pleasure, knowing her touch was exciting him as his was her. 

Tom reached for her kissing her tenderly as he pulled her shirt over her head. Tossing the shirt aside, he bent to kiss the top of her swollen breasts, peeking out of her bra. Terri groaned, running her fingers through his satin hair as he gave his attention to her breasts, making her want to pull him into her. Tom removed her bra; she was holding his head to her as he pulled it away. He stopped only a moment to remove her pants, sliding them down her shapely legs. His eyes moved slowly over her body, memorizing all the curves and lines. 

Terri blushed as she watched his eyes move over her. Nervously she licked her lips as she watched him watching her. Her trembling hand found the waistband of his jeans; she touched his skin making him arch and gasp. The button opened easily, the hiss of the zipper was deafening as she slid it down. His hand went to hers, stopping her, he removed his pants and lie down beside her; she was warm and flawless under his touch. He kissed her again, adding more fuel to the already raging fire between them. 

Moving to cover her body with his, Terri moaned loudly, their bodies became one, her inhibitions flowed freely. She kissed him with a desire she thought she'd never know. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through them both, making them gasp and moan in unison. Their kisses were hungry, deeper, her tightness milking him. As Tom made Love to her she stared into his eyes, she saw his passion. There bodies were melded, their souls connected. They stayed in front of the fire for hours, making love over and over, feasting on each other’s body. They moved together as if they were one. His kisses were setting fire to her mind again and again. She moaned louder, his thrusting quickened. She drug her hands down his back, he arched and let out a low, deep, mmm. Exhausted, they laid still as one in front of the fireplace that now had only a few red embers. The music had stopped at some point; the candles were all but puddles of wax. The room was silent aside from the crackling of the embers and the barely audible thud of their hearts. Holding each other they snuggled together in front of the dieing fire, that only hours before blazed with the intense passion they felt. As the lovers slept on, neither of them noticed it had stopped raining.



The Dance



After the ceremony, David and Marie left the Basilica and climbed down the stairs that led into the old city by the river. It would be several hours before the wedding party congregated at the hotel for the reception, and this would be a perfect interlude. With their kids visiting Grandma for the weekend, they could enjoy some rare time together. They strolled hand in hand like young lovers, their attention completely taken by each other. The sun was setting by the time they had arrived at the Chateau for the reception. They walked the receiving line and chatted amiably with the other guests at their table. The open bar had ensured that everyone was having a good time.

David sat drinking his coffee. The speeches were long, done both in English and French. Polite for the uni-linguals in the crowd, but for a bilingual person like David, it was doubly boring. He took another sip of his coffee and used the time to admire his wife. Even after 15 years she could still light his fire. She was fairly tall for a woman, short blonde hair and legs that went up and up ending in a lovely tight ass. You would never know that she had nursed three babies by her lovely well-shaped breasts. She was a bit of a loose cannon, but it was exciting. Life certainly was never boring. Yes, he considered himself a lucky man. 

Finally the master of ceremonies announced that the tables were to be moved back to clear space for dancing. Everyone quickly lent a hand, looking forward to an evening of music, movement, flirtation and fun. 

Stefan and Anna had not attended the wedding. In fact, they did not arrive until after the dancing had started, quietly slipping in among the guests. Stefan offered his hand to Anna as they moved out onto the dance floor. They danced with a grace that was rarely seen, floating easily among the less talented. He held her tightly, his hand in the small of her back controlling her every movement. She moved easily and naturally to his lead. Her long black skirt swirling around his ankles, her bodice held precariously by a fine gold chain over one shoulder.

"Ah, Stefan, I do so love weddings!" said Anna. "They are full of such promise, such potential!"

Stefan took a long appraising look around the assembled guests, a veritable smorgasbord of possibilities. People of all ages, shapes and sizes crowded the dance floor and the tables around the edge of the glittering room. From old grandmothers to chubby cheeked babies; they were all here to witness the birth of a new family; all here to have a good time. He turned back to his beautiful dark-haired partner, "Yes, you should do well tonight." He kissed her without faltering in his steps, his teeth crushing her lips. When he released her, a drop of blood welled up on her lip. He licked it leisurely away. 

"Come on, let's dance!" David led Marie out onto the dance floor for the waltz. They moved tentatively and sedately through the pattern. Then the tempo changed as the DJ moved into rock. Marie smiled and started to move faster. After a couple of songs, David had had enough.

"I'm going to get a glass of wine, darling. Have fun." David kissed his wife and went to the bar. Marie cast around for another partner. David knew exactly what to expect. She would dance her heart out and flirt outrageously with all the men in the room. She said it was her job as his wife to make as many men jealous as possible. Dressed as she was in that green silk she was halfway there. He collected his drink and headed back to their table. David loved to watch his wife dance and picked a spot so he could see the whole dance floor. 

Anna was hunting. It was close now; she could smell it. Potential. She danced through the crowd, totally disregarding the gender of her partners. She would simply join couples or groups and dance with them for a few minutes. Always smiling, always moving on. Eventually, she merged with Marie and the man she was currently arousing. Ah this was better, she smelled something familiar... almost ready, almost dark. Anna focussed all her energy and attention on Marie, a lovely peacock in emerald green almost as tall as Anna herself. Marie responded to her call by abandoning her poor partner and dancing only with Anna. 

Anna licked her lips and moved in closer. She synchronized her movements to Marie's tempo. Shoulders keeping time while her hips moved closer into Marie's pelvis. Up and down they danced keeping time with the movements. Each exchanged look an invitation to accelerate the dance. Anna threw her head back and laughed. She grabbed Marie's hips and pulled her pelvis in close. Marie smiled in response and hiked her skirt higher to get more freedom for her legs. They danced faster. Marie got more complicated in her steps, using the backbeat and a syncopated rhythm. 

Ah, thought Anna, a challenge! How refreshing. Nothing she couldn't cope with easily, of course. She matched Marie's rhythm and added yet another level of sophistication. Marie's eye's flashed and her feet flew as she fell into sync yet again. She was a worthy partner, a fitting offering. When the music stopped their eyes met as they caught their breath. Anna smiled; yes, surely Stefan would like this one. Anna quickly glanced across the room to where her master sat watching the dance. He nodded. She knew the script perfectly, knew her part. She kept Marie on the dance floor for several more dances each getting more and more complicated and erotic until the girl was almost spent with her exertions. Now. The time was now.

"Let's get some air." Anna suggested as she guided Marie from the dance floor and outside to the patio overlooking the river. The moon cast pale shadows as they walked the length of the patio, the cool night air whispering over their hot glistening limbs. The sweat from the dance had lifted Marie's hair into spikes; her bodice clung to her breast and her back. At the end of the patio they leant on the rail and looked down at the old city and the great wide river beyond. Anna never let her gaze stray far from Marie. 

"You're a fabulous dancer," Anna said, watching for the right moment. "Sometimes, I think dancing can be better than sex!"

Marie laughed, relaxing. "Well, at least I can 'dance' with whoever I want!" Marie turned her back to the rail and looked at her partner, a flush on her face and fire in her eyes. "And dancing with you is spectacular."

Anna moved closer, her mouth close to Marie's ear. "Yes, dancing is spectacular, isn't it?" 

Marie turned her head towards Anna and was trapped by her mouth. Anna's hands were on her face, holding her fast as her mouth sucked the breath from the girl. Anna could feel Marie's initial shock and stiffness melt and her mouth surrendered. Ah yes, the sweet surrender. This was only the first taste, but so delightful. Marie responded, kissing her back and bringing her arms up to embrace Anna. Anna's hands left Marie's face. 

One hand claimed her breast as the other explored the slit that ran up the side of Marie's emerald silk skirt, quickly finding the most direct route into her panties. Oh, this girl was already wet, and not just from the heat of the dance! Anna fingered Marie's clit hard and fast, her mouth still holding Marie captive. Marie's breath was coming in gasps now, she was getting close. Anna shifted her weight pinning Marie up against the railing, pinching her nipple fiercely and thrusting her fingers deep inside her wet and welcoming cunt. Anna's mouth stifled Marie's cry as her climax took her, shuddering, her knees threatening to buckle. Marie shook with the after effects of her orgasm and Anna held her gently until she could collect herself. 

"Very nice." Anna wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Shall we return to the dance?" Anna adjusted Marie's skirt and smoothed her bodice. 

"Sure. Yes. That's probably a good idea." Marie's breath was still ragged and she leaned towards Anna yearning for more, but Anna would not overstep. She might get a further taste of this girl, if she played her part correctly. 

David thought they had been gone long enough, and was just about to go looking for them when he saw Marie and that exotic dark haired woman return from the patio and come towards him. Marie gingerly took a seat at their table.

"I think I'm going to sit for a bit, David. Is there any wine?" Marie looked a bit distracted, flushed. But then again she had been dancing pretty hard. 

"Sure, sweetheart. Here, finish mine and I'll fetch you another." David turned around and found Anna holding both a glass of wine and a bottle of water. 

"I take good care of my dance partners." She said, her eyes laughing, as she handed Marie the drinks. "You just take a bit of a breather and I will dance with this fabulous man!"

How had she got the drinks that quickly? David knew the line up at the bar was long, but somehow it didn't seem important. He was being asked to dance by this statuesque beauty. He gave Marie a quick kiss on her cheek and let Anna lead him onto the dance floor. 

She was hypnotic in her sinuous movements. Her hips and shoulders moving so rhythmically. The raw sexuality of her dance was enchanting. How could she move like that? And in public? Christ, he could see her nipples! She smiled widely, her eyes flashing. Her tongue wet her already glistening lips. David couldn't take his eyes off her. Her lips were so red against her pale skin, her breasts lifting with each breath. And her hair! So long and luscious. David wished he could run his fingers through her hair, breathe in its scent, and hold her with it. David found that he meshed perfectly and effortlessly with her. They moved as one. He lost himself in the dance, oblivious to anything but Anna.

Marie watched her husband move off with Anna and felt a shudder of remembered delight. That had been amazing. Had that really happened? Did she really do what I think she did? Marie took a sip of the wine and watched David and Anna with a twinge of regret. They moved so easily together. She knew that she couldn't dance that well with David. Oh they could make their way well enough, but they never seemed to mesh with such easy sympatico. Marie always felt a bit of rebellion at being led on the dance floor. She drank her wine and looked around, not wanting to see David dance with her erstwhile partner. 

Now who is that? Marie saw him standing just on the edge of the light. He was captivating. When their eyes locked, it was as if time stopped. Light and sound disappeared, her whole world contracting to the points of darkness that were his eyes. The sound of the music and the crowd faded, all she could hear was the beating of her own heart, loud and fast in her ears. She was hardly aware of moving until she found herself in his arms. His eyes were the tethers that bound her whole body. He held her close in powerful arms, his scent filled her; a heady mixture of man, moonlight and musk. Heat rose quickly through her. Her belly contracting, a flush between her legs took her breath away. She couldn't think. Savouring the sensations, she closed her eyes and lifted her face towards him, her lips parted in hopeful anticipation. He inhaled deeply, as if tasting her scent, his breath cool on her flushed skin. Goose bumps sprung to life along her arms.

"You're trembling." He said, his voice deep, resonant. She felt his words fog her mind even further. "Come with me." He took her deeper into his embrace; turned her around, and disappeared. 

David knew at once that Marie was in danger. He tried to turn to look at the table where he had left his wife but Anna held him tightly, laughing, spinning in the dance. David pulled away and tried to catch his balance, almost falling into other dancers. Then nothing. Just for a split second, no sound, no movement, no light. When David could move again, Anna was gone. Did no one else notice that, that...nothing? No, everyone else was continuing the party like nothing had happened. He looked around for his wife, feeling almost foolish for his rising panic. Surely she had just stepped outside again. Maybe she went to the washroom, or for another drink. Perhaps someone saw her leaving. Surely. Maybe. Perhaps. 

Old Lucille felt the vacuum hit rather than heard it. Oh God, not again. She was too old for this. She gently put down her sleeping great-grandchild into the stroller and painfully got to her feet. Her eyes were not good anymore but it didn't take long till she could feel the panic of loss. She turned to the small girl who rarely left her side and sent her to fetch the man. 

David felt tears welling up in his eyes, his breath constricted. Where could she be? He turned around and saw a small girl, with the biggest eyes he had ever seen, looking right at him. He crouched down to her level.

"Little girl, have you seen a tall lady in a green skirt, short blonde hair?"

The girl simply said, "Nana-Luc wants you. Come with me." Then she turned and walked away. David followed, hoping that maybe, someone had seen his wife.

Darkness. Marie lay floating in darkness. She was vaguely aware of her body, but such a great lassitude had settled on her that she couldn't even think of moving. Perhaps she could open her eyes. Yes, maybe she could. Slender flickering cracks of light peaked through her lashes. Candles, yes, they must be candles. She opened her eyes wider and found herself looking up at an ancient vaulted stone ceiling. How in the world had I come here? She remembered dancing with that fabulous woman, then the walk outside. She closed her eyes again. Her hands hugged herself as the memory of the interlude with Anna on the patio came flooding back. Ah yes, I do remember that. Then she danced with David and there was a man. Yes. Now I remember. Her eyes flew open and she tried to sit up, unsuccessfully. 

Laughter. Her laughter. Marie stopped struggling and tried to focus on the sound.

"Anna, leave us." His voice slid over her like velvet. Marie's belly started to flutter; her breath caught. She saw Anna in the candlelight as she moved away, a pout melting into a grin under fierce eyes. Then she was gone. 

Marie knew she should be afraid; and she was. But her body was betraying her, her excitement clear. She covered her breasts with her arms in a probably futile attempt at defence. He was coming closer. She could tell. He wasn't making any noise that she could hear, but she could feel him. The little hairs all over her body were shivering in expectation. The air was getting harder to breathe the closer he got. She closed her eyes. 

His breath was a feather touch across her face. A feather touch that cut through her like a scythe. She opened her mouth to scream and was stopped by his fingertip on her lips, all breath gone. Her eyes flew open.

"It's not yet the time for screaming, Marie." 

His eyes, those impossible black pools, delved into her soul, calling her darkness. The darkness that she always knew was in her, had always been fascinated with and afraid of. The darkness that she yearned for, but had turned from at every opportunity, was now emerging irresistibly. She was trembling again. 

He ran his fingertip from her lips over her chin and slowly, oh so slowly, down her throat. Her arms relaxed to her sides as he drew a line of ice and fire down her chest. Her eyes still held captive in his gaze, her clothing parting at his touch as if it could simply not exist in the same space. Her bodice fell open, nipples painfully hard and hungry for touch. His fingers continued between her aching breasts down towards her belly. Her skirt split at the waistband. The muscles in her belly fluttered as her excitement rose higher; her breath coming in short gasps. Her legs tensed, her ass contracted as her clit pulsed and burned. 

His finger just below her bellybutton, he halted in his advance for a moment and smiled at her, his eyes narrowing just a fraction. Marie burned with her desire, her lust. She wanted, needed, ached for him to continue. A small whimper escaped from her lips. He leaned closer to her as his fingertip continued its journey towards her centre. His face so near to hers, eyes still locked. He licked his lips and inhaled deeply as he touched her panties. The fragile lace exploded, and her climax took her. She arched her back and curled her legs, throwing back her head. 

He took another deep breath, savouring her climax. "Good girl; so responsive, so delicious. You will learn to embrace the darkness tonight, my beautiful Marie. You will make yourself mine." 

She was still reeling from her orgasm as he held her face close to his own, again breathing in the scent of her fear and arousal. She was drowning in his gaze, transfixed like a deer in the headlights.

"Now, Marie, I am going to hurt you." His voice was soft, almost gentle. Her eyes widened with fear. "I am going to hurt you very badly. I promise you that the pain will not leave you damaged; you are safe to accept it. Do you believe me, Marie?" 

Marie could barely think, her body a mass of sensation. She had played a bit of bondage games with David, even a spanking or two. She knew this would be nothing even remotely comparable. She believed absolutely that he would hurt her, and so found that she also believed that she would survive it. She gave her head the briefest of nods. He caressed her arms and belly and legs as he reached under the table that she was lying on, producing cuffs and chains that he quickly locked onto her wrists and ankles, securing her now naked body spread-eagled to the table.

"You will accept the pain, Marie. You will accept the darkness." He looked her in the eyes again. "Now is the time for screaming."

He was right. He handled no knife, yet she felt her flesh cut into a thousand ribbons. He handled no flame, yet she burned, her mind simply providing the stench of crisp flesh. He handled no whip, yet the crack and the impact scorched through her limbs. She screamed and begged until her voice could no longer sustain her agony. Between it all he would caress her, sooth her, arouse her. Soon she could not distinguish between the pain and the pleasure. Screams and sighs, pleas and whimpers; they all meshed. The vibrations of her body were moving further away as she floated in time and space. The darkness had taken her and she accepted it, welcomed it.

She was ready now. She would regain consciousness soon enough. He had released her bonds and had wrapped her in a soft blanket. Her body would be cold. She would need something to drink too. He would have to provide. He stood waiting for her to surface. He was in no hurry. He had stood watching her for several hours already. Watching her pass from unconsciousness to the deeper healing sleep. She had accepted her darkness faster then most that he had taken, accepting the pain and the pleasure, riding both deeper and higher. He was frankly amazed at how much she had taken before losing consciousness. Most girls would pass out relatively quickly. Some even before he started. Those were simply prey to be consumed, and he did precisely that. But Marie was something special. She had taken even more than Anna had at her awakening. She was worth his time and his attention. She was worth the wait.

His contented laughter welcomed her as she awoke. She quickly inspected her body. It seemed, incredibly, to be undamaged. She felt fine, in fact she felt fabulous. She looked up and saw him standing beside her. Oh my, he was even more gorgeous than she had realized. She licked her lips as he moved closer, shedding his clothing. Flowing like water, he lay down beside her and she lifted her face and welcomed him with open arms and open heart. Her fear had evaporated, burned away by the pain and the pleasure. He spread her legs with his knees, his cock hard and straight. The weight of his body on her felt so good, so right. She could feel him ready to cross the threshold into her core; she wanted it so badly. Please, her eyes pleaded silently, please. 




The Dance



When she was a little child Roberta once asked her father, "Why does mummy go away so much?"

She was sitting on his lap and he was stroking her hair. It had been a few days before that Ishtar had gone off on another of what she called "Tours."

"It's mummy's work, darling. Opera singers, if they have really good voices and are beautiful like mummy are asked to go and sing all over the world."

"Mummy is very beautiful, isn't she daddy?"

"Yes, my love, very beautiful," he said with a sigh.

Robert, after whom Roberta was named, was manager of the State Symphony Orchestra. He and Ishtar had met when she had come to sing at a series of concerts given by the orchestra. 

I don't think it is an exaggeration to say that Ishtar and Robert can be classified as two of the beautiful people. They were totally infatuated with each other and they had made love late one night on the divan in Ishtar's dressing room. That one impassioned act had born fruit, and Ishtar was pregnant with Roberta.

They married accompanied by the shouts of the media, not so much because of Robert, but Ishtar the famous opera singer. 

Ishtar's career came to a halt and at first she had cherished her marriage and then her child above all else, but it didn't last. The siren voice of fame called her, and she resumed her career.

Ishtar would often be away for months leaving Robert to care for their daughter. Even when she was with them she seemed to be somewhere else in her mind and always in the process of preparing for the next tour.

Sometimes Ishtar would come home in order to sing at the State Cultural Centre and Roberta and her father would sit in the audience hearing and watching her.

One scene from an opera came to lodge in Roberta's mind. Mummy didn't sing in the scene, she danced, and was dressed in long flowing things. She was dancing for a king who said he would give her anything she desired if she would dance for him. 

At first the music was wild and abandoned, and then it became shrill and pleading and other times it was deep and threatening. 

Mostly the music was slow and voluptuous and Roberta felt little shivers of delicious pleasure ripple down her spine. 

Mummy dropped the flowing things one by. They floated down to the floor slowly until at last there was only one left. The music became wild again, and then right at the end mummy dropped the last flowing thing, and she was naked.

A gasp went up from the audience as they saw mummy's beauty; her tall, slender body arched; her long blonde hair flowing down her back. Although Roberta could not have understood it, what she was seeing was that wonderful blending of the body of a young girl with that of a mature woman. 

The lovely classical features of her face, the swanlike neck and soft rounded shoulders. Breasts thrust upward, and sitting in the front row Roberta could see distinctly the long pink nipples. Ishtar's slender torso flowed down to gently swelling hips and at the top of her thighs could be seen faintly the vee of blonde pubic hair and the firm cleft of her vulva; and then the long slender legs with firm thighs.

Again Roberta would not have known or understood, but the men in the audience felt a throbbing in their groins and the women suffered pangs of envy. Her own father had an erection at the sight of the stunning woman he still loved fervently.

There was a shocked pause and then the orchestra started to play and the king sang, but a storm of applause broke out from the audience and the orchestra and singer had to stop. The noise went on for a long time but mummy didn't move until the orchestra started again.

The other thing Roberta remembered about that night was that at the end of the opera, mummy was crushed to death under the shields of the king's soldiers because the king said she was bad.

Then all the people who had been in the opera came onto the stage but mummy came on last and the clapping and cheers were deafening and went on and on.

Mummy bowed and bowed until at last, the applause still going on, she left the stage and did not come back.

Roberta wanted to go and see mummy, but daddy said mummy would be tired and there would be lots of people who would want to see and talk with her. "Beside, my darling," he said, "It's long past your bedtime. You'll see mummy in the morning."

She leaned against daddy in the car going home wishing she could see mummy that night so that she could tell her how wonderful her dance had been and how beautiful she looked. That night in bed the vision of that dance stayed with her into her dreams, and the music throbbed and pulsated.

Roberta and her father were up early, but it was a long time before Ishtar appeared. She was dressed in a long loose fitting garment that you could almost see through and Roberta ran to her and put her arms round her – well round Ishtar's legs actually – and said, "Mummy, I loved your dance and you looked so lovely when you undressed."

"I'm glad you liked it darling, but mummy's got to have breakfast now." She disentangled herself from Roberta's embrace and went on into the dining room.

It was always like that and it puzzled Roberta. Daddy was always close, ready to listen to her and hug her. Mummy, even though she was there, seemed a long way off. She sometimes said nice things to Roberta, but it was always in such a way as to make it sound as if she wanted to get rid of her.

Once Roberta had picked her some wild flowers and when she gave them to mummy, mummy said, "Thank you darling, that's lovely, now run along."

Mummy, if she wasn't away on one of her tours, always seemed busy and never had any time. Daddy went away too when the orchestra went on tour, but not as often as mummy. When daddy was at work or away granny came to look after her. She was daddy's mummy and Roberta loved her almost as much as daddy and... She wasn't quite able to finish the thought. 

When daddy was home, even if he was busy, he always had time for Roberta. When he called her, "Darling," "My little love," and things like that it felt warm and nice. When mummy said those things it sounded as if she was just saying words.

Before she started school daddy would sometimes take her on tour with him and they would stay in large hotel or motel rooms and the members of the orchestra would make a fuss of her. After she started school she only went away with daddy if she was on holiday, so granny had to come and stay a lot more.

Sometimes, not very often, mummy would be home when daddy was away. When this happened the house seemed to change. Lots of people came to visit – some of them strange looking people who talked in loud voices saying things like; "And I said to him darling...I said...you were wonderful tonight, and do you know what he said...you're not going to believe this darlings...it's just so utterly wonderful...He said, 'Raymond, I couldn't have done it without you; knowing you were in the third row of the chorus gave me inspiration'."

Another voice said, "Darling, you must have cheered him up because I saw him after you'd spoken to him, and he was laughing."

These people were not like the orchestra people. They either took no notice of Roberta or still talking in loud voices said things like, "Oh, darling, she's too, too sweet"; "Oh isn't she a precious little thing," and then turned away from her.

Mummy would usually say to her in a sweet voice, "Darling, mummy's very busy, do go away and play."

As she grew older Roberta began to understand some of the finer nuances of life in their house. Sometimes she would come upon daddy sitting, staring into space with a very sad look in his eyes. She would go to him and touch his face and ask, "Are you sad, daddy? Is it because mummy isn't here?"

He would smile at her but avoid her question and say things like, "Why should I be sad when I have my little love with me?" Then he would hold her as if he would never let go of her, and she would kiss him and say, "I love you daddy."

Daddy would say, "And I love you my sweet," but the sad look didn't go away.

Then Roberta might ask, "Daddy, doesn't mummy love us any more?"

Daddy would say, "It isn't that darling, it just that her life is so busy and..." His voice would fade away and he would look even sadder.

As Roberta entered her teenage years she began to appreciate some of the finer points of adult relationships. Her mother was away now nearly all the time and it was when she was about fifteen she saw something that, being a knowing young women, she understood the meaning of.

Occasionally her father would come home late at night accompanied by a pretty young woman. Sometimes, but not often, the young woman would still be in the house next morning. It never seemed to be the same young woman, and one or two of them she recognised as female members of the orchestra. Others she thought she had seen working as usherettes at the Cultural Centre, and once, when she went to see a play with her father, she recognised one of the actors as the girl he had brought home two nights before.

Roberta's reaction to these women was both understandable yet nevertheless irrational. She understood all too clearly that her mother had long ceased to be a true wife to her father. How could she be when they now spent most of their lives apart? Her mother was still beautiful even though she was now in her late forties, but it had become a brittle sort of beauty; she reminded Roberta of an old brass vase they had in the house that had to be constantly polished to maintain its lustre.

Having begun to experience her own sexuality, she understood something of the sexual needs of men and women, and that her mother must give nothing of her physical self to her father. Yet her father was still a very handsome man and had a warmth and kindness that her mother seemed to lack. His work brought him into contact with many attractive women, so it was small wonder that he began to fulfill his sexual needs with them.

Yet for all her understanding of the situation the sight of these women her father brought home angered and sickened her. She did not so much blame her father, but the women. 

"What right have they got to share his bed?" she would think consciously, but deep down there were other and darker thought and feelings.

It was not as if her father was any less warm and loving with her, in fact, with the advent of his bedtime companions he seemed more caring of her than ever. Although he also seemed more energised and outgoing Roberta noticed that the sad look still lingered on in his eyes.

Music seemed to be in Roberta's blood, which is not surprising given the parents she had. So it was that she eventually went to the Conservatorium of Music to study the violin as her major. Her father, in addition to his management skills, was also by way of being a minor orchestral conductor. A group of the girls at the Conservatorium decided to form a small string orchestra and it was Roberta's father who was chosen as conductor.

Roberta, being one of the members of the orchestra, came therefore to have a professional relationship with her father. Thus a close relationship became even closer. Her jealousy of Robert's lovers now went so far as seeing that he didn't cast his eyes on girls in the orchestra, or theirs on him, which in fact happened quite a lot. Not that she needed to worry, since Robert was too well aware that a sexual relationship with any of the girls, if known, would end his work with them.

During one of the vacations it was decided that the orchestra would go on a brief tour of some provincial towns. Since most of the girls intended to be orchestral rather than solo players, it was felt that the tour would give them some feel for performing in front of a range of audiences, rather than just the occasional concert in front of city people.

Perhaps it was the excitement of the tour, or simply the point Roberta had now reached in her life – she was nineteen – but something seemed to break loose in her during that tour. She finally admitted to herself that she was sexually jealous of her father's lovers. Along with this she understood what she wanted from him, and at the same time knew it was wrong – forbidden. But like many forbidden things, it became even more desirable by being forbidden.

When she was little and she had accompanied her father on tour they had always shared a room in a hotel or motel, but that time had passed when she entered puberty. Now they slept in separate rooms.

There were nights on that tour when Roberta lay in bed crying, her reproductive organs distended with blood and throbbing. She felt her vagina lubricating and her tender young nipples hardening. She called out softly into the night, "Daddy, daddy, I love you, I'd never leave you or say 'no'. Let me love you daddy...love you like a woman."

At times she was close to running to his room and trying to seduce him, offering her body and pouring out her love for him. Instead, during the day and often when other students were around, she would make sure she was close to him, holding him and even kissing him. 

Unlike many of her contemporaries she had not been promiscuous, having only briefly had an affair with a fellow music student. This had ended very quickly when Roberta discovered she was sharing him with three other girls. Now she had only one thought in mind where men were concerned, and that a hopeless one.

This mad mixture of love and lust for her father had the same effect on her as on other people when they suffer from unrequited love. It has a similarity to when people are, "in love"; it is said to be a form of insanity. 

At home Roberta began to strip off and look at herself in the mirror. Her point of comparison was that oft remembered night when she saw her mother naked on stage. Looking in the mirror Roberta felt that she could not rival her mother's beauty. True she was tall and slender, but she had her father's dark hair and complexion. The two features she shared with her mother were brilliant blue eyes, and breasts - perhaps even more delectable than Ishtar's. 

She began to appear before her father in scanty clothing. She would walk in on him in the flimsiest of panties and bras, pulling herself close to him so that he could feel her warm flesh and smell her femaleness. She knew she stirred him, but he did nothing but suggest she put on some more clothes; "You'll catch a chill like that."

She saw him trying to move away from her emotionally, struggling to deny the effect she was having on him. The struggle even seemed to bring on impotence in him, and fewer girls came to the house and those that did stayed only briefly.

Robert hinted that Roberta had reached the age when she might want to leave home - have a flat of her own and perhaps share it with another girl. So as well as keeping an emotional distance between them he also strove for physical distance. He would try to avoid her hugs and kisses, and even began to resort to her mother's ploys of years before; "I'm very busy, darling."

But Roberta was like a lioness stalking her prey. She would not give up until she had taken it.

Yet Roberta, for all her tireless pursuit of the quarry, was at times in despair. She considered taking a lover to try and assuage her ever growing and ever more thwarted needs, but she knew in her heart that there was now only one man for her- the forbidden man who was constantly eluding her or fighting her off.

There came a time of utter desolation for Roberta. What her father had known for a long time was finally revealed to her by some fellow students who claimed to be in the know. It was not said to her directly, but she overheard talk in the university café. 

Ishtar was due to return to the Cultural Centre to give a brief series of concerts. This brought her into the conversation of the music students. 

"My God," said one of them, "She's a real horny bitch. She's had lovers all round the world." "I wouldn't mind her on the end of my horn," laughed another student. "I feel sorry for that poor sod she's married to – do you know she's going to divorce him and marry that..."

One of the girls saw Roberta sitting at the nearby table and whispered, "Shut up, there's her daughter over there."

Heads twisted round to stare at Roberta then turned quickly away.

Roberta felt sick. It was not so much that she cared about her mother divorcing her father; "It should have happened long ago," she thought. It was the way in which she had heard the news, and also a feeling that the divorce might give her father a sense of liberation and a revived interest in other women.

Thinking about her mother a final desperate ploy came to mind. That dance she had seen her mother perform so long ago had always remained clear in her mind. She had often put on a recording of the music and tried to emulate her mother's movements. 

As a child she had borrowed tea towels and other pieces of cloth, and draping them round her and putting on the music, she would dance in front of the long mirror in her room, casting off veils as she imagined them to be, until she stood naked looking at herself.

Even in her teenage years she had continued this game, but using more suitable and diaphanous materials she had bought. Both her father and her grandmother had commented how often they heard her playing the music in her room, and she simply said, "It's what mother danced to."

She came in the end to be able to perform a fair copy of her mother's movements, but without the same exquisite and professional grace. It was to be this that would be her last desperate fling.

She awaited her time; wanting to be sure they would be alone. Her mother, although back in the country did not come to live with them. This was expected since Robert had officially told Roberta about the impending divorce. Almost reverting to childhood she had stroked his face and said, "I'd never leave you, daddy." She had kissed him on the lips, and fled from the room.

Now she held back like a lioness crouching and about to spring. 

It was one night when Robert was sitting in an armchair reading some papers that Roberta made her move.

"Daddy, could you spare me ten minutes, I want to show you something."

He looked up and smiled; "Of course, what is it darling?"

"You'll see." She tried to return his smile, but she was trembling at the audacity of what she was about to do.

"I'll be back in a minute; I just need to get something." 

She raced to her room, stripped and draped the veils round her. She had already set the recording and only had to push the play button. She entered the room where Robert sat. 

"You look very appealing, darling," he laughed. "What are you going to show me?"

"Ssh; wait and see." She pressed the play button on the machine and the music began. In time with the throbbing undertone Roberta began to drop her veils, moving with the sensual undulations of her body she had so often practiced. One by one they drifted to the floor. She could see that her father was mesmerized by her voluptuous movements. 

The last veil; she paused waiting for the music, the final wild rush, the veil fell and she stood naked before her father.

He sat transfixed; she went to him and stood near but not touching him. "Did you like my dance, daddy?"

"Oh God, that was your mother's dance, how could you knowing how I..." The tears came.

Roberta moved nearer to him and drew his face to her breasts. "You won't have me crushed to death with shields, will you daddy, because you know I love you very much."

He buried his face between her breasts, smelling her fragrance, so like..."

"You love me, don't you daddy, you've always loved me."

Through his tears he gasped, "Of course I've always loved you, but not like..."

"Not like a grown man loves a grown woman? I think you do love me like that and I can take the sadness away from you and you won't ever need those women again and..." 




The Dance



She paused for a moment trembling on the brink of saying what could be desolating for him - for both of them. She did not speak the words, but thought the thoughts.

Her father interrupted those thoughts. "You...we can't, you know that...not father and daughter...that's..."

"Incest, yes I know about that, but the king promised mummy anything she desired if she would dance for him, so won't you give me what I desire? Nobody will ever know, not even granny. We shall love each other and be with each other, and everybody will just think we are ordinary father and daughter, just as they've always done."

"It's not possible, my love, it's..."

"It is possible and I shall make it possible." 

"No..."

Roberta felt a sudden burst of anger.

"Why not, she yelled. You stayed faithful to mummy for years even though you knew she had other men and..."

"How do you know that?"

Because everybody else in the musical fraternity knows; I had to hear it being sniggered about in the university café. As far as you were concerned I had to be the last to know."

"I wanted to protect you."

"Oh yes, daddy, you wanted to protect me. Do you know how much you hurt me bringing those women in here, some of them no older than I am now? Do you know how many nights I lay awake crying for you, while you and those women were...?"

"What's wrong with me daddy; do you think I'm ugly...that I'm not as beautiful as mummy? Did you think those women you brought in were as beautiful as mummy? You know damned well they weren't. Most of them weren't even as pretty as I am and none of them loved you like I do. Mummy doesn't love you any more...she probably never loved you properly, but I'm here, right now, so why can't you love me?"

It was out in the open now; her anger and jealousy not only of the women he had brought home, but her mother as well. 

She was crying herself now and Robert drew her naked body onto his lap and held her.

"You know I love you darling. You were one real and precious thing your mother gave me. But I can't hurt you by becoming your lover...by..."

"Hurt me!" sobbed Roberta, "Don't you think you've hurt me enough? Don't you know how long I've tried and I've seen you trying to push me away? 

"Tonight...the dance...it was the only thing left I knew how to do...the king in the opera wanted her...and she played terrible games with him. Now I've danced for you – not like mummy, but it's the best I could do – and you don't want me. Is that your way of crushing me to death?"

She burst out into a paroxysm of heart rending sobs and clung to him.

"Daddy, when mummy danced for the king it was because he promised to give her whatever she wanted; won't you give me what I want? I don't know what else to do or say...I don't know..."

Robert was completely overwrought; her closeness, her female fragrance, her firm young breasts so close. His penis was erect and pulsating and he felt it dripping pre-ejaculation fluid. He had struggled against her but he could struggle no more. She had openly offered herself to him and it was beyond his power to reject her further.

His hand rested on her breast, gently pressing the nipple.

"Darling, your dance was lovely. It was more sensitive than mother's because it was real; it was an act of love for me." 

"Oh daddy, you felt it!" 

"Yes my love, I felt it, and if you want to know, those girls I brought here – they weren't substitutes for your mother – they were substitutes for you, and if you're sure it is what you want...?"

Roberta pressed his fingers tighter on her nipple and began to smother his face with soft moist kisses, ending up pressing her lips to his. Then she said very softly, "You had those women when all the time I was waiting for you - you could have had me, daddy, why not take me to bed? I can give you what mummy and those women could give...I could give you more."

Robert went on, "If you're sure it is what you want...if you truly want to be with me like that..."

"Would you carry me daddy, like you did when I was little?"

He raised her in his arms and took her to his bedroom and laid her on the bed. He stripped and stood before her. Nearly fifty years of age he was still a handsome man and Roberta thought his body beautiful. She looked at his penis standing up long and stiff, its tip shining with a clear fluid. 

Raging for her as he was, he looked at her young body. She was sitting on the bed, her legs slightly parted to expose her sweet vulva, so firmly cleft, and the little vee of dark pubic hair. Beyond those lips he knew was the entry to her garden of delight, the place of love and release.

He knelt on the floor before her and putting his hands under her thighs he drew her close, opening her legs wider. He bent and in almost reverential manner kissed her sweet sex as if he kissed a sacred icon.

Roberta's lover had not done this to her during their few encounters, and now she clasped her father's head to her crying out, "Daddy...oh daddy."

He pressed into her with his tongue to pass it through the pink inner lips to enter her tight young vaginal tunnel. He savoured her fluid and breathed in her vaginal fragrance. Burning for her he would have broken from the oral sex to enter her with his penis, but she held on to him crying out, "Don't stop daddy...don't stop...something's happening to me...something's coming...don't...mmna...mmmna...oh no...yeees..."

Roberta had never experienced an orgasm, and although she knew about female orgasm, she had no real idea what it was like since no description of it can ever convey the torment and ecstasy it involves.

At first she felt as if every nerve in her body was tingling with little electric shocks. She began to tremble and the tingling became focused in her genitals and was rising in power until she was convulsing and helpless in its relentless grip. She wanted it to stop and wanted it to go on. 

She was being stretched on a rack of agonising rapture. She held her father's head to her, squirming her flooding sex organ against his mouth. Her body was juddering as each new jolt of her orgasm shook her unmercifully.

Roberta cried out like an animal in pain, howling her love and long unsated hunger. As her delicious anguish diminished her cries became little moans of gratification. 

Robert drew her to the centre of the bed and she opened her legs, raised her knees and exposed her sex organ ready for his penetration.

He came between her legs and sought her vaginal opening. He felt her hand grasped his penis and guide him in. His groan of bliss was accompanied by little whimpers of delight from Roberta as she felt him slip into her soft, moist womanhood.

As if he needed her reassurance she whispered, "I do love you daddy...I do love you..." 

At the first pumping of semen along his shaft Robert gasped out, "Oh my baby...my lovely girl."

His seed burst out of his urethra, pounding into her depths. His hands were under her buttocks as he strove to penetrate her ever deeper. Her legs wound round him to add to the struggle to dig his seed into the deeps of her female mystery.

He ended with a gasping sigh and relaxed on her. He remained united to her, his hand cupping a breast. As Roberta lay under him, her head pressed against his shoulder, there was a triumphant smile on her lips.

"Now he's mine," she gloated. "I have won him mother and I'll make him forget you. He shall have me when and how he wants me, and there will be no other woman; and should one come sniffing round I shall do my own crushing."

She drew Robert's head to hers. His face was wet with her fluid. She kissed him, tasting and smelling herself.

With another groan Robert rolled off her to lie beside her. She saw that his penis was still not completely flaccid. She touched it and he moaned, "Oh my darling," and wrapped her fingers round it and began to move her hand to indicate what he wanted.

As she flipped his foreskin over the crown the penis began to swell and elongate. She looked at it; "I wonder...if he could do that to me, then surely..."

She bent over his now fully extended shaft and kissed its tip. Once more she could smell herself. She took the crown into her mouth and tasted their combined fluids. Running her mouth along its length, licking and sucking, she heard him cry out, "My love...oh my love."

His hands came behind her head, pulling her close, and then she felt the first impulse of his coming ejaculation. He began to move spasmodically, thrusting his penis in and out of her mouth. Then he burst into her, the warm sperm flooding her mouth.

Roberta tried desperately to swallow the spurting semen, but it was too much for her. It began to run out of her mouth and down her chin. She felt the last pulse of his ejections and he relaxed once more.

She pulled away from him and coming over him said, "Taste yourself you beast," and kissing him she thrust the residue of his sperm into his mouth. He smiled and rolled her onto her back and commenced licking her face clean of his semen.

Her feeling of triumph was redoubled, but with false timidity she asked, "Is it good with me, daddy?"

"You are exquisite," he replied.

Again that exultant smile flitted across her lips. "Mine...mine...mine..." beat in her head.

He had not done with her. He began again to caress her breasts, gently pressing one as he sucked the nipple of the other. Roberta felt as if she was about to orgasm again, but he sat astride her and laid his penis between her breasts, and folding them over his length he began to move between them.

Soon she moved his hands away and her self held her breasts tight to his rapidly thrusting manhood. He cried out, "Aaah...aaah," and the sperm came bursting out of his urethra once more. It splattered over her face and hair, a warm sticky mass. 

Roberta's only other lover had never been able to ejaculate more than once, and now she wondered at her father's potency.

This he was finished – at least for the time being. When it was clear to Roberta that he had no more semen to inject into her she made her way to the shower, and with a strange reluctance she washed away the juices and smells of their love.

Robert followed her in the shower, and when he returned to the bedroom they got under the bed covers, and snuggling against him Roberta slept.

When she awoke next morning it was to see Robert still sleeping. She felt down under the bed covers and her hand touched his penis. She began to very gently stimulate it. He gave a groan and slowly woke up.

As Roberta teased his manhood she looked down at him and he returned her look. Once more she felt that sense of possession – "He's mine, all mine."

Robert was on his back so Roberta pushed away the bed covers and sitting astride him she inserted Robert's length into her. She dropped down slowly onto it, enjoying its warmth and hardness as it penetrated her softly embracing moistness.

When she had all of him in her she remained still for a while. They continued to gaze at each other and she asked, "Is that good, daddy?"

"It's indescribably beautiful, my darling."

She wanted to ask, "Is it better than with mummy or those women"; but she refrained.

She began a slow movement, raising her hips and then dropping down on him again, never taking her eyes from him. "I could torment you like this for ever," she murmured, but she had spoken too soon.

The agony was coming again. She wanted to both stop and go on, but she was in the grasp of her own craving and powerless to turn aside. 

I'm coming daddy," she gasped, "come with me...come now...aaaah..."

He had grasped her hips and forced her movements to increase in pace and intensity as Roberta began to tremble and weep; he gave an anguished howl and released himself into her. She moved in rhythm with each ejection, dropping down on him to deepen his penetration and thus deposit his semen close to her cervix. "He shall...he must..." she said deep within herself.

When they had finished Roberta hung over him as his hands cupped her breasts. They said nothing, simply looking at each other, their eyes expressing the depth of their new found bond.

The rest of life had to go on; Robert to his work and Roberta to the Conservatorium, but yet more change was on its way.

Roberta's menstrual cycle had always been very regular, and two weeks after father and daughter had begun to copulate she was due, but nothing happened. 

They had made love with what for many would have been exhausting frequency, yet for Robert and Roberta is seemed to invigorate them. The more Robert had of Roberta the more he seemed to want and she to give. Her own libidinous drive matched his, and she only had to kiss him or touch his penis for them soon to be sexually joined together.

Neither of them had taken any precautions against Roberta becoming pregnant, and although they had never talked about it I suspect that this was what they both intended to happen.

In order to try and keep secret their illicit relationship Roberta had continued to refer to Robert as "daddy" and "father." So it was one night, as they lay still for a while, Robert's penis inside her, Roberta said, "Daddy, you're going to be a daddy again."

Without surprise and with at that moment unspoken delight he asked, "Is it what you want, my love?" 

"Yes it is, very much," Roberta replied.

"Then I'm very happy for both of us," he said softly, and kissed her tenderly and began to move in her.

Roberta responded to his movements, but she was thinking, "I have him even more firmly now."

With the birth of their daughter, Ruth, Roberta recalled her own almost motherless childhood – a sacrificial offering to Ishtar's professional ambition. Ruth would not be subject to this. Roberta did not pursue a career as a professional violinist, gratifying her need to make music performing with an amateur quartet.

Roberta also realised the sacrifice in sexual intimacy her father had made, and she was determined he should not pay that price again. If he had to go with the orchestra on tour, Roberta and Ruth went with him.

Roberta's pregnancy of course caused some speculation, but the story got around that she had got pregnant to some man who had then deserted her. Many a man on hearing this thought or even said something like, "If I'd got a beauty like that pregnant she wouldn't have got away."

So Roberta was accepted as a single mother who was supported by her father. No more women, young or old, came into Robert's life – sexually speaking. Ardent young men who pursued Roberta, offering to play husband to her and father to her child, were gently sent on their way.

On the tours they had to be very careful, and were never able to occupy the same room. At times, late at night, Robert might be seen creeping along a hotel or motel passage on his way to be with his two daughters. If he was seen he made some excuse about trying to get something to eat, which was wasn't altogether a lie since he did enjoy trying to eat Roberta's delectable breasts and vagina.

If people suspected the truth of their relationship they said nothing – at least, not to Robert and Roberta. 

One person whom I believe did know of their lives together was Robert's mother. Not long before she died she made an ambiguous remark to Roberta that puzzled her.

"My dear, things between you and your father have proved good, and I'm glad you've brought him happiness."

Roberta did not dare question her about this remark, but decided that this was her grandmother's way of accepting their sexual relationship.

The one dark spot in their lives together was that they did not dare risk having any more children. They both agreed that if they did, they would not "get away with it so easily the next time."

Robert and Roberta continued to find each other irresistible, and to be apart even for a couple of days was misery for them. As Robert was wont to say to himself, in the words of the Bard of Avon, "Other women cloy the appetites they feed, but she makes hungry where most she satisfies."



The Dance



Part I

As Michael and I checked into the hotel on Kauai, I saw some shops that I wanted to check out first so I told Michael to go on up to the room and I would join him soon. I browsed around abit but didn't find anything that I didn't already have so I went up to the room to join him.

On my way up I found myself in the elevator with a nice couple. I said hello tot hem and found they were on their honeymoon. I offered congratulations to them both as the elevator stopped on the floor and I exited leaving them smiling.

I found my way to the room and knocked on the door whereupon Michael answered. As soon as he opened it I jumped into his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist and planted a deep kiss to his lips. He carried me over to the table and set my ass on the table. Still in our kiss my hands worked to get into jeans.

I unbuckled his belt and undid the button and yanked his jeans down. Snaking out his cock I rubbed the growing shaft in my hand. He had a handful of boob by now as he had lifted my halter up and over my head and had my nipple in his mouth. He sucked them so good as I stroked his cock in and out of my hand.

He then surprised me by stepping back and looking at me. He said that he wanted to see his meal before he came to the table to eat. I stood up and pulled down my skirt exposing my bareness to him. I had let him finger my pussy on the flight over so I was ready to rock his world by then. He told me to sit back up on the table and spread my legs for him. I did him one better and told him to stay there as I scooted up onto the table and began pumping myself.

I had 3 fingers shoved up inside my hot pussy as I rubbed my clit with my other hand. I stared into his eyes as he watched me fucking myself. I felt my orgasm building but didn't want to cum by my fingers as I wanted his tongue inside me. I brought myself to the edge of orgasm and stopped fucking myself.

I blew him a kiss from my wet finger and told him to cum eat his lunch now. He approached and pulled a chair for him to sit in. As he sat down he dived right into my open and swollen pussy. His lips curling around my clit as his tongue bore into me. I was thrusting my hips into his face as he placed 2 fingers inside my hole.

He began fucking my pussy with his fingers as he licked at my clit. I grabbing at my tits and pulling the nipples hard. Knowing I wasn't going to hold out long for my orgasm I pushed my pussy into face as his fingers pumped me. He then slid his fingers from my pussy and placed one at my backside and pushed in deeply. As I felt his finger enter my ass and his tongue lapping at my clit I began to cum.

My moans filled the room as I'm sure the people in the next room on all four sides probably heard me cum as I screamed out for him to fuck my ass. He slammed his finger in and out of my tight ass as his tongue stabbed at my clit. My orgasm was full on and strong. I felt my body shake and tremble as he pulled his tongue off me but kept working his finger in and out of my ass.

He sat there and continued to pump my ass until I began to cum again. The sensation of his attention to me was invigorating as I was still having a trippy feeling knowing deep down that I had this man all to myself for the next few days. The feeling of him pumping any part of me was sure to be explosive in my mind.

We decided to get cleaned up and go down and grab a bite to eat. I was thinking of when I would do the 'the dance' for him at Rebecca's request and figured I'd do it tomorrow for when he came back to the room from work. I'd have everything all set up and also I'd have the afternoon to get everything all setup as well as my plans for outfits I would change into and toys I would use on myself for him while he watched.

We went down to the cafe and got a bite, and then we walked around the grounds of the hotel to check out the amenities. We walked over to the exercise room and the swimming pool. The hot tub was situated in the corner and there were several couples relaxing and having a good time.

We walked through the lobby before heading back up to the room. Once in the room, I went to the bedroom and changed into a thigh high and high heel outfit and rejoined Michael in the main living area. We opened the glass doors to the balcony and took a seat enjoying the evening lights of the hotels and island.

As we enjoyed the night air, I decided to give Michael a much awaited orgasm as he had not cum yet as he brought me to orgasm prior to leaving the room before. 

So, I slithered over to him and kissed him long and passionate as my hand found his growing cock. I pulled his shorts down and knelt between his thighs. I began licking up his shaft then down the underside. I took the head into my mouth and sucked it firmly. I felt his hands run thru my hair as I lowered my lips over his cockhead and down his shaft.

I had him hard as steel in no time as he moaned out with each thrust on his cock. I sucked and licked his magnificent shaft as it was so thick in my mouth. I bobbed my head on his cock taking more and more of his length and girth into my mouth.

I held onto the base of his cock as I lowered my mouth on him taking him to the back of my throat. Drawing back up his shaft is slow but deliberate motions. He would thrust his hips with up stroke wanting me to take him deeper.

I sucked his cock slow as I wanted him to enjoy the sensation of my tongue and lips on his manhood. Knowing that when he came, he would most likely overfill my mouth unless I swallowed his delicious cum quickly.

I drew slow licks over the head and teased the slit; I would lift his cock up and suck his heavy balls. Moving from one to the other as I slapped my tongue against them before engulfing his cock once more into my throat.

I took his cock in my hand and worked his shaft in my fist as I sucked the head. Pumping his throbbing cock and wanting to taste his hot cum on my tongue was my goal. I wanted to feel his explosion inside my mouth and feel the hot sticky cum fill my mouth.

I felt his body tremor then a low growl escape from his throat. I worked my hand up and down his shaft as I sucked the head and teased the underside with my tongue. 

I had my other hand buried in my pussy as I fingered myself. I could feel my own juices rushing and coating my fingers in wanting anticipation of his orgasm. I rubbed my clit hard as I scraped my teeth over his cockhead. He grabbed a fistful of my hair as he pulled my mouth onto his cock.

As I brought my hand from my pussy to his balls he began to cum. I squeezed his balls as I took his head into the back of my throat. I felt his explosion in my throat as I swallowed the first of many streams of hot cum. He shot another followed by another as I swallowed more and more of his sweet cream.

I pulled his cock from my throat as my hand wrapped around his shaft and pumped his few remaining spurts onto my face and tongue. I wanted him to see me take his cum as I licked his head and my hand as I sucked in his cum.

I sucked the head of his cock in before bobbing again on him, up and down; I moved my mouth over his cock wanting to suck from his shaft everything I could draw from him.

As I held his cock in my lips I could feel the warm drops dribbling from his head as I scooped it with my tongue. While looking up at him, I scooped what was on my chin and mouth and pushed inside my mouth. Having swallowed what I could from him only made my pussy crave another hot load.

I smiled up at him as he smiled back at me and said how good that felt and how sexy I looked with his cock in my mouth. I asked him sexy would I look if I mounted his cock and he said very sexy!

I stood up balancing on my 6 inch platforms and facing him, placed his still hard cock against my pussy and lowered myself onto him. I felt his head part and stretch my pussy lips as I took his full 9 inches into my wet pussy.

I told him to keep still as I wanted to fuck him. Using my powerful leg muscles I started to bounce on his cock which was at full attention inside my pussy. It felt so good inside my walls.

I rode his cock hard and fast, taking him deep into my pussy as his hands cupped and groped my tits. Pulling on the nipples with a firm grip made fuck him faster. I bounced on his cock for several minutes before I started to cum. 

He reached around me and rubbed my clit with 3 fingers as I orgasmed but still riding his cock. I wanted to feel his hot cum fill my pussy as I reached back and slid a finger into my hot ass. He then replaced my finger with own as he slid his thick finger up my ass and began pumping me.

I could feel my muscles contracting around his cock as I pumped him. He began to moan once more as I raked my nails down his chest and over his nipples. Repeating my nails down his chest again as his finger worked over my ass and my pussy swallowed his cock was enough for him as he grabbed my hips and slammed himself into my pussy.

His cock spasmed and grew thicker as he unleashed a might load inside my pussy. I could feel his cum filling my walls as the heat emptying from his balls washed my sweet walls gripping his shaft. The sensation was incredible as he rammed inside me deeper still. I rode his cock hard and fast wanting to milk his balls this time for sure.

I finally stopped grinding on him as he took a mouthful of my right boob and my nipple between his teeth. He did the same with my left tit. He felt good as I kept him buried inside my pussy. But I wanted one more thing from him. 

I slid off his cock and knelt down between his thighs and took his glistening wet cock into my mouth. I wanted to taste our juices on his shaft as I sucked the head. I ran my tongue over his shaft and balls sucking, licking and cleaning his cock from our combined juices. He tasted so good!!

Michael helped me up as we made our way back into the room. We went into the bathroom and decided to get ready for bed as he had an early morning. We washed each other off and brushed our teeth and got into the big king size bed together. He helped me take off my thigh highs and heels as we dropped into bed.

As we laid there with a sheet over us, I caressed his cock as his hand caressed my pussy. We talked about the day and our sessions and about the day in the morning. I told him our time together will be precious but that he would have to do everything I said for him to do up until his first orgasm. He agreed.

We kissed each other before he turned to his left side and I spooned him. Rubbing his cock as we drifted off to sleep. Our bodies fashioned together as one as sleep came quickly to our tired and satisfied bodies.

Part II

In the morning, Michael woke up later than he would usually do if at work on Oahu, he set his alarm for 5am so he could be at the office by 7am for his training class. This also gave us time to do a little fooling around before he really had to get up to get to the office. He rolled over and gave me a sweet kiss.

I nuzzled next to him as he asked if I was going to do my exercises but I told him not today as 'you' are my exercise. He smiled and said 'oh really, and how am I to be that?’ I smiled back and said that I planned on him going to the office with several ounces short in liquid volume as I threw the sheet off me and worked my way down to his morning erection.

I took him into my hand and kissed it g'morning before taking it onto my tongue. I moved his shaft over and under my tongue before locking my lips over the thickening shaft. I pulled him into my mouth and slowly slid back off his cock never letting my lips not touch his shaft. Once I got to the head back onto him I went. I wanted him to feel the softness of my lips and the warmth of my mouth engulfing his manhood.

I moved my tongue and lips over his shaft then around his cockhead. Taking my time as I pondered if I wanted to have his load fill my mouth again or if I wanted to feel him in my body. I decided to give him a little of everything but I had to be quick about it as time was important.

I bobbed up and down on his stiff cock taking more of him into my throat. Deeper and faster as I closed my mouth on him. He placed his hand on my head but I popped his cock from my mouth and scooted up onto his body.

I straddled him in no time and had pressed my pussy against his hard shaft as I reached back and pushed the head against my pussy. I slowly lowered my hips until I felt his cockhead part my lips and inside he glided in.

I rode him with long deep strokes lifting off his cock until only the head remained inside my pussy the tightening my muscles and slamming back down on him taking him deeply into my body. I could feel the head of his cock rubbing against my cervix as I clamped down on him. 

I rode him in this manner for a few minutes while I fed him my nipples. He had me feeling really good as I could feel my own orgasm building inside me. Pumping him faster and faster he began to moan with me. I wanted to feel him so deep in my pussy as I focused on clamping down on his shaft and making myself tighter than he ever felt before. 

I think it was working as he started thrusting hips trying to force his cock through my back. He was pounding me deeply now and with each thrust I could feel a grunt escape from my lips or was it his?

I wanted to feel him pounding me so hard but only in a different area this morning. So I slowed him down by placing my feet onto the bed and moving up his body. I then took hold of his cock and slid down his body. I took the head into my mouth as I sucked both our juices off his shaft. He was so coated in wetness that it slipping out from my mouth a couple times.

I then turned around and pointed my ass at him and said climb aboard. I parted my legs wide as he moved between my knees and aimed his cock for my tight lil asshole. In one push he was buried inside me and didn't stop until his hips met my butt.

I remember groaning as I felt his thick shaft penetrate my backside as he pushed and pulled it in me. His hands grasping firmly on my hips as he fucked my hot ass just like I wanted it. He used long deep strokes as he would pull out almost to the point of falling out before sliding it right back in all the way.

He fucked me so good as I knew he wanted my ass from last night but wanted to give him a send off this morning instead. I was pawing at my tits and pulling my nipples hard as he thrust deep inside my waiting backdoor. I'd reach between my legs and rub my clit as my nails raked across the underside of his cock lighting a fire within him.

I was moaning, telling him to fuck me, to fuck my ass as only he could. He gave it to me good and hard. I would push back onto his thrusts and impale myself on his cock. I felt my orgasm coming on as I told him to fuck me..

He held onto my hips tightly as he pulled me back onto his cock, his shaft was strong as if I was riding a length of steel rod. He felt good as he hammered me. I started to cum from the sensations of his thickness in me. He knew I was coming and fucked my ass harder.

He said he was about to cum as well as our thrusts met each other as I wanted him to fuck me deeper. He grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled back on me. I felt his cock growing so thick as I rode him. I wanted him to cum in my mouth instead of my ass this morning and as he fucked me, he groaned out and shot off his cock and turned myself around as he grabbed his cock and stroked it. 

I placed my head under his cock as he exploded a full load into my mouth splashing my tongue and chin. He filled the emptiness quickly as he pumped his cockhead into my mouth. I stabbed my tongue at his slit as he dumped more and more cum into my mouth. 

By the time his orgasm was easing down I had a full mouth of hot cream. I rolled it around my mouth for abit before swallowing it down as my breakfast. I sucked the head of his cock catching the last of his delicious cum.

He collapsed on the bed beside me as rolled onto my back. My hands kneading my boobs as he lay next to me. Pulling my nipples and wanting to cum again. I moved my fingers over my wet pussy and began massaging my clit. The sharp sensations increasing within myself after having his thick cock impaled in my hot ass. It wouldn't take much for me to cum again as I raked my nails over my clit a couple times as I slid a finger into my relaxed ass. A few more pumps of my ass and a hard raking over my clit had me screaming in orgasm again.

Michael kissed my forehead and said he had to get up now as he might be late. The conference center wasn't too far from the hotel so he got into the shower and was out by the time I got myself off the bed.

I slipped on a pair of red stiletto heels and walked with him to the door. I kissed his sweet lips and patted his cock and told him to have a great day and to focus on what is to cum tonight. I told him to call me before he left the office for his way back to the room.

He went out the door as I went and pulled out my double headed dildo. I laid myself on the bed again and slid both head into me. One planted firmly in my pussy and the other in my ass. Feeling the sensation of being filled once more got me to rub my clit. I rubbed my clit in small circles as I thought about taking his cock into my mouth.

Imagining his cock pumping my mouth as I worked both heads in and out of my pussy and ass while rubbing my clit had me coming again. He probably hadn't even cleared the parking lot by the time I was coming. 

I let the toys rest in my body as my hands dropped to my sides. Thinking about how I would plan the evening for him made my insides swell. I couldn't wait to feel his cock in me again. I set the alarm for an hour and turned onto my side. I pumped myself with my double headed toy a bit more until I fell asleep. I awoke when the alarm went off with the toys still embedded in my ass and pussy. Easing them out then licking the head of the one which was in my pussy got my creative juices flowing.

Part III

I had setup the room with predetermined scarves across the light fixtures to give the room a dim feeling. I had taken out some of the light bulbs and replaced them with colored lights. I placed chairs around the room in the areas of where I would dance.

I setup my music ahead of time in the order the discs would play. I set my toys up in various areas of the room as well as on the small table on the balcony. Making sure everything was just right before I got into the shower and put on my first outfit which consisted of a blonde wig, a teal teddy with matching garter belt and black back seamed stockings.

This first dance would be to get him into the ambience of the room and it's surroundings. I would tease him by dancing against him and moving my ass against him. I know he will reach out for my boobs so I placed gold nipple clamps on that he can pull my nipples with. 

I double checked everything and my notes on how I wanted the evening to progress. With everything in it's proper place the only thing missing was Michael. I had ordered a bottle of champagne to be brought up to the room within the time frame of my second outfit change. It wasn't the champagne I was waiting for but the bottle itself. 

I called Michael and left a message for him on his voicemail. I told him that I was waiting for him and that he needed to remember to call me when he was on his way back to the hotel. I would need that little bit of extra time to assure myself that nothing was going to go wrong with this evening.

At about 5:30pm, he called saying he was leaving the office and that he would be in the room within 20 minutes. I told him to take his time but to knock then wait 30 seconds before walking in. This way I could get my music going.

I practiced moves and which way I would approach him and from what angles. I looked over my notes again as to when I would change outfits and what I was to have in my hands for the next set of music.




The Dance



I realized I was more nervous in my preparations of dancing for Michael than if I was in front of a roomful of women doing what we do when we were in business. I had to take a sip of water and pat my forehead down as I was beginning to perspire. I turned on the fans and opened the windows around the room and on the patio and balcony. 

Just as I was walking from the bedroom to the front room, there was a knock on the door. I thought to myself that he got here quick but said oh well and got into my pose for his entry. Only thing, he didn't walk in. So I went to the door and l peeped thru the peep hole and it was room service with the bottle of champagne. I got pissed and swung open the door and told him to bring it up in an hour as I said too when I ordered it. 

The poor kid looked me up and down and took off running. I closed the door and tried to regain my composure. About 10 minutes later a knock was on the door. I took the remote control in my hand that would start the music and waited for him to walk in. Finally in came Michael!

I started my music which incidentally puts me in a kind of a trance when I'm about to give a performance, it's the only way I can focus on what I'm supposed to do and this being a special evening with this man I wanted it to be very special.

I swayed to the first song which was Journey's Lovin, Touchin, Squeezin. I made my way over to Michael as he was putting down his laptop bag and taking off his t-shirt. I moved against him as he kissed my lips as I swung past his face, smiling at him al the time. 

I ground my ass against his leg as he slapped my left cheek. He ran his hand up and down my thigh and over my stockings. I lifted my leg as he took hold of my stiletto heel and rubbed his hand down my calf to my ankle. 

I then moved behind him and grabbed his ass as I passed in front of him once more. I was in his face as he took a handful of my left boob in his hand and gently squeezed. Halfway through the song I made my way over to the bedroom and as the song ended I disappeared into the bedroom.

I paused the CD with the wireless remote until I was dressed in my white shirt, tie, jacket and tear away slacks I also donned Michael's Raiders cap for this song. I hit the button on the boom box just as the song started, it was the song from 9 1/2 weeks of 'You can Leave your Hat on'.

As the song played out I stripped off the tie, using it as a wrap to which I curled up my wrists in it as I held my arms over my head as I moved close to him. He reached up and cupped both my boobs before tugging on the gold chain which attached the nipple clamps. He pulled the chain as I stood there, feeling bold as I loved the pull on my hard nipples.

I dropped the tie around his shoulders and worked the bottom buttons on the shirt as I had left the top 4 buttons undone so he could grab at my boobs. I took hold of the bottom corners of the shirt and lifted them like wings as I danced around him. I brushed my boobs against his chest before going behind him and pressing into his back. 

I dropped down to my knees in front of him and when I stood up I tore away my slacks which left me standing before him in my garter belt and stockings. I turned my back to him and bent stiff legged over for him so my ass was right at his cock level. I reached up between my thighs and groped at his cock and he was quite hard by now.

I made my way back towards the bedroom as the song was coming to an end. As the song went off, I paused the remote once again to change into my next outfit which consisted of only a tear away thong and high heels. 

As I was pulling off the garter belt, a knock on the door came and I told him to get it. It was the room service attendant on time with the bottle of champagne. Michael tipped him just as I restarted the music to Ac/Dc's 'You shook me all Night long'.

I came out from the bedroom holding onto my double headed dildo as I danced next Michael. He cupped and grabbed at my boobs pinching the nipple between his fingers. I smacked in the ass with the dildo as I made my way across the room from him. Moving towards the balcony I motioned for him to cum with me. 

As he walked behind me, I took his hand and lead him out to the balcony. I reached down and pulled away at my thong as I tossed it over the side. He laughed when I let it go flying. I rubbed my ass up against him as I turned around to face him. My hand grabbing at his cock thru his pants.

I unbuckled his jeans and slid them down his legs. I held onto him as I turned back around and placed the dildo in his hand. I leaned against the balcony railing as ground my ass into him before taking a step forward creating a space between us. I wiggled my ass at him as he rubbed the dildo between my legs. He made sure to stuff it up inside my pussy and fuck me with it for a few minutes.

I raised my ass high into the air as I felt the dildo sliding in and out of my pussy. I then reached back and pulled his cock from his boxes and massaged it in my hand. I reached over and took from a bowl I had set up already a handful of baby oil. I reached back and grabbing his cock began working my hand over his shaft. I then slid my oily hands over my ass and coated my backdoor.

I turned my head and told him to stuff one or the other inside me and for him to choose which hole it goes into as his cock will stuff the other hole. He pushed the dildo up inside my pussy and took his stiff cock and placed it at my backdoor. I felt the head ready to pop in but told him to hold onto the rail first.

He shaved the dildo way up inside my pussy as I brought my thighs together to hold it in place. He brought his hands around me and grabbed onto the railing. I could feel his cockhead pressing against my waiting ass. I turned to him and told him to pull the railing towards him and impale me with his hard cock. He did it perfect as we both moved forward as his thick shaft penetrated my tight ass in one fatal stroke.

I gasped as the sudden jolt of his cock pressing into my ass took my breath away. It felt incredible feeling him inside my backside while we're on the balcony of this hotel, people down below probably not able to see us but the folks across the way might be if they were looking out.

Michael pumped my ass with slow thrusts. His hand working the dildo in and out of my pussy as I matched his thrusts. The double penetration felt exceptionally perfect as his timing was perfect. As one went in the other was coming out. 

He was able to bring me to orgasm before I could get him to cum inside me. I moaned out loud as he fucked my tight ass while using the rail to gain leverage to drive into my ass harder and faster. I thought the railing would give way. 

Michael slammed my ass as the baby oil provided wonderful lube action. I stood still as his cock pistoned in and out of my ass as the dildo remained inside. He had given up on the alternating aspect of double penetration as he wanted to bury himself in deep and splash my bowels with his hot cum.

I felt him rise up as his hands moved to my hips, he pumped me for all he could then exploding inside my tight ass. I squeezed my muscles and forced his cock to stay in me tightly as he dumped his load into my bowels.

When I could no longer feel his cum dripping into me, I pushed back on him until his thick cock dislodged from my ass. I reached behind me and stroked his shaft in my hand catching what was left oozing from his head after squeezes of his shaft.

I then told him to go back inside and clean his cock off as I got myself into something comfortable. I told him after he was done cleaning himself to go back and sit at the table in the front room and open the champagne bottle.

He said he would as he went into the bathroom. I went into the bedroom and took off everything, I came back into the room wearing just a pair of red high heeled platforms with the straps winding up my leg.

Michael came in shortly after, he had removed his clothes as well and took a seat on the chair I had set near the table. I placed a pillow on the floor near the table and waited until he uncorked the champagne.

Michael gracefully popped the cork from the bottle. I reached out to him for the cork and while he poured us a couple glasses, I ran the cork over my parted lips and over my clit. I handed the cork back to him as he tried to fit it back into the bottle but it was a no go. 

We toasted to a wonderful evening and to good companionship. We sipped from the glass as he set his down. I instead sat down on the floor and laid back. Lifting my legs into the air I used my right hand to part my pussy lips as I used the other hand to pour the champagne into my open pussy.

I kept my legs in the air as I felt the bubbles tickling my pussy and inner walls as it oozed down into me. I asked Michael if he wanted a sip and he yes. I asked him to grab the bottle then as his tongue slid inside my pussy. He said he could feel the bubbles clinging to the sides of my pussy as he licked.

I asked him if he needed more champagne and he said why not, so I told him to wait a second as I lowered my legs down so that my hips were facing upwards. I told him 'to filler up' as he slid the neck of the champagne bottle into my pussy. 

When it was snug inside my walls, I leaned back and lifted megs into the air as the bottle gulped air as some of the champagne flowed into me. He then pulled the bottle from my pussy and drank what he could gather. As I lowered my legs down more dribbled from my canal of champagne.

His face was coated in champagne and my juices. I lower my heels to the floor and tilted my hips forward as I felt the bubbly pour from my pussy. He lapped it up as fast as he could while sticking his tongue inside my pussy. He licked at my walls then at my clit. He sucked my clit before gently biting at it and had me coming in record time. 

Michael grabbed the bottle and the very little that was left in it, he poured the remaining liquid over my body. The bubbles tickling my boobs and nipples as it flowed down my body and over my pussy. Michael pressed him down on my body and sucked everything from my neck down to my toes. He sucked my nipples, my tummy and my pussy and clit. 

He raised my legs high and back towards my chest, pushing my ass up and exposed. He slid a finger into my asshole and pumped me as some of the bubbly oozed it's way inside me back there. The bubbles tickling my sensitive areas. Michael's finger felt good as he savagely fucked my tight ass.

He then raised up onto his knees and positioned his cock at my ass once more and pushed down while holding the back of my thighs against my boobs. I felt his cock sink right into me as he pushed and pumped into my ass.

He fucked me in this position for what seemed like hours but was only several minutes. I love having his cock inside my ass as he pounds the hell out of me. I was hoping to feel his cum coat me again but he had other ideas in the position I was in. As he pumped away he said he was about to cum.

I was yelling at him to cum when he pulled out of my ass with a loud pop and releasing my legs, mounted my chest and stroked his contracting cock onto my boobs and face. He stuck the head of his cock into my mouth as his hot cum poured into my mouth. I locked my lips around his cockhead and sucked as he kept coming and coming in my mouth.

His cream was so good, I could swallow his cock for days... I slurped on the head of cock wanting to get every last drop of him. As I sucked him into my mouth I squeezed his balls and thought of Rebecca for suggesting this idea to us. 

It was such a slow and beautiful way to spend some time together. I would love to do this with him at least once a month.



The Dance



Out of the corner of my eye I saw her looking at me. I casually turned and looked in her direction, she immediately looked away. I had noticed her straight away, shoulder length blonde hair, slim young body and large breasts almost spilling out of a bra that is at least two sizes too small. The excess tit flesh is stretched under a skin-tight cream top and is wobbling beautifully as she dances. Her long legs are perfectly framed by a short skirt and what I hoped were black stockings. 

Oh yes I had noticed her. I bided my time.

"May I?" I startled her and she blushed as she took my out-stretched hand; too flustered to say anything. We danced and I was the epitome of a perfect gentleman leading her but not too forcefully and laughing off any mistakes. She readily accepted another dance straight away even though by now I was literally dripping with sweat. I believe in dancing energetically and using all my legs muscular strength.

I gave her some space and danced with other women but kept a discrete eye on her. I saw her reach for her jacket and handbag; if I were going to make a move it would have to be quick.

"Are you leaving already?" I enquired.

"Unfortunately I have a bus to catch," she said so quietly I almost didn't hear her. 

"That's a shame I was hoping for at least two more dances," I said wistfully.

"Next time maybe," she said. 

"I'll give you a lift if you want to stay to the end," I said with my heart in my mouth. She gave me a quick look as I held my breath and gave her a cheerful smile. 

She gave a slight nod and said "Why not," as she put her jacket down. I just about managed to keep the grin off my face as I led her onto the dance floor. I used all my best moves and all my skill to make her feel as special as possible.

Again I gave her some space before asking for the last dance. Despite changing tops half way through the night and regularly towelling off I was soaking wet. This didn't faze her as she still clung to me and dragged her hands around my waist at all the appropriate places seemingly unbothered by my sweat. 

The drive was interesting and I found out she was a nurse but a very shy one at that. I had to concentrate hard to hear her over the engine noise. We pulled up outside a house she shared with a couple of other nurses. Again I held my breath and crossed as many internal fingers and toes in my head as I could. "Would you like a coffee?" BINGO, again I had to work incredibly hard to keep a huge grin off my face.

Once inside it was obvious one of the other nurses was in her room with the music on quite low. There was no one downstairs as we moved into the kitchen, she started to reach for coffee making paraphernalia but I was impatient for a good blowjob so the sooner I made a move the better. 

"I don't really want a coffee," I said as I slid my hand around her waist.

"Oh, maybe a tea then," she squeaked. 

"Nope I'm thirsty for something else," I said as I pushed my mouth onto hers. I was forceful and she yielded opening her mouth. I gleefully pushed my tongue into her. Meanwhile my hands were busy running up and down her back teasing her industrial sized bra straps and god did they need to be with those huge breasts. My cock was twitching at the thought of taking that top and bra off.

I pulled back to give her a rest and said "God your hot and soooooo sexy." She looked at me and bit her lower lip in a cute shy girl way, I nearly blew my load in my pants there and then. Was she really this inexperienced or was it just an act? I wasn't complaining either way but hoped it wasn't an act; I wanted to open her eyes. 

I gave her a quick hard passionate kiss and said, "Why don't we go to your room?" Again she gave me the puppy eyes but took my hand and walked towards the stairs. At the bottom she put her finger to her lips and quietly started climbing, I nearly burst out laughing but kept my cool. Half way up I gently slapped her gorgeous little ass; she turned around and gave me a stern look. I blew her a kiss and again stifled a laugh.

"Is that you Jenny?" came a husky voice from behind a door.

"Yes only me," squeaked my horny little nurse.

"Did you have fun at dancing?" came the sexy voice again.

"Yes it was good but I'm tired so I'm going to have an early night Sheila."

"OK see you tomorrow."

She quietly led me to her room and shut the door. I was on her like a flash, my tongue probing her mouth. My hands were rubbing her sides and back quite forcefully before moving down to her bum and squeezing. By now Jenny was moaning quietly while we kissed, I broke away and whispered for her to put some music on. 

While she rummaged through CD's I quickly discarded my shoes, socks and trousers but left my butt-hugging lycra boxers on for the moment. When she finally turned around she stared in surprise at my muscular hairy legs, tight butt and semi erect cock in my pants. I swaggered over to her put my left hand behind her head and pulled her mouth to mine forcing my tongue inside. 

I wasted no time and with my right hand unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She was quite startled and had her eyes wide open as I continued to pull her onto my mouth. I grabbed her left hand with my right and pushed it forcefully onto my hardening cock through my sweaty boxers. 

She gently started to stroke but I wanted more so I pushed her hand onto my cock more roughly; she got the message and started to rub harder. I now had a free hand that I used to undo the mammoth bra before diving into the back of her little knickers and rubbing her tight little ass.

I pulled back once again and in one swift motion pulled her top over her head. Her bra soon followed and I finally had access to those wonderful tits. I just stood and gazed.

She looked a bit sheepish and said "Are they too big?"

"Are you kidding they are awesome, I was just getting my breath back," and with that I dove on them. Pulling, tweaking, nibbling, squeezing, kissing, slapping - I was in big titty heaven and my cock was rock hard. I guided her hand inside my sweaty boxers before finally discarding them. 

I pushed her towards the bed as I kissed her passionately and then made her sit down on it. I straightened up and with both hands behind her head started to pull her head towards my straining cock. She opened her eyes and gave me a questioning look as my hardness hit her face. 

"Suck me baby," is all I said as I held her head in place with one hand, pulled my foreskin back and wiped the pre-cum over her cheek. I then pushed the purple head against her lips and she yielded.

At last I was getting the blowjob I craved. She was obviously very inexperienced and was constantly looking at me for reassurance but I was enjoying the warm wetness of her mouth. 

"Use your tongue on my bell-end," I instructed and she obliged by teasing my slit making me squirm. I started to force her head further onto my cock, her eyes flew wide open immediately with a worried look but I kept going. 

With a few inches in I stopped and she looked relieved. She must have been tasting my saltiness because I was leaking a lot of pre-cum. I didn't want to cum too soon so I pulled out and immediately kissed her hard using my tongue so I could taste myself.

I laid her down and slowly ran my hands up and down the full length of her body while gently kissing her all over, careful not to touch any sensitive areas. I managed to keep this up for about 10 minutes while I concentrated on the music and the wonderful sounds coming from Jenny's mouth. 

She was getting more and more worked up and I even caught her feeling her own boobs and nipples, was the shy girl coming out? I changed tactic quickly and nibbled on her inner thigh just above her stockings while stroking and tweaking her nipples. She responded with all the right "Oohs," and "Aahs," before I dived on her tight pussy lips and lapped for all I was worth. 

I heard a big in take of breath and she started grinding herself on my tongue. When I felt she was getting near I abruptly stopped, she opened her eyes with another questioning look. I asked her to get on all fours doggie style. She looked a bit apprehensive but complied. 

I got behind her and once again went to work with my tongue but every time she got close I backed off and started licking her anus until she calmed down. She was moaning and grinding constantly on my tongue when she suddenly said, "Please." 

Just what I had been waiting for, I carried on regardless until she said it a bit louder, "Please."

"Please what?" I said.

"Please put it in me," She whispered.

"Put what in?"

"You know."

"Oh you mean my finger," as I pushed a digit in. 

"No, your thing."

"What thing. My toe, my tongue..." As I licked her button aggressively and then abruptly stopped.

"Please put your knob in," She whispered.

"Call it a COCK and say it louder." 

"Please put your Cock in," She squeaked one octave louder. 

"In what?" I said.

"Please."

"In your ass?" I said as my tongue darted into her anus.

"God no not there."

"Where then?"

"Please, in my fanny."

"Call it a PUSSY and say it Louder."

"Please in my Pussy."

"Now say it all together and LOUDER," as again I dove on her button to keep her on the edge.

"Oooohhh, Please put your Cock in my Pussy."

Now we were getting somewhere. "Louder."

"Oohh but Sheila will hear, Aahhh."

"Louder."

"Please put you COCK in my PUSSY."

"LOUDER."

"PLEASE Put Your COCK In My PUSSY."

"PLEASE PUT YOUR COCK IN MY PUSSY." She screamed and I didn't even have to ask this time. 

"OK Babe you've earned it," I said as I got up behind her with my raging hard on. I grabbed hold and rubbed my bell-end against her button. She went wild and thrust back trying to spear herself but I was ready and forced my cock underneath her pussy lips. I grabbed one of her ass cheeks and rubbed my cock up and down her outer lips driving her wild, I was so tempted to thrust into her at this point but held back.

I pulled back and said, "Are you ready darling."

"Oh my God YES, Do IT." 

After a short pause, SMACK, I brought my right hand down hard on her right butt cheek. She physically moved forward six inches with the force of the blow. I heard a sharp intake of breath and she started to move her head round and say "Wha..." 

Before she could even finish the word I had brought my hand down hard on her left cheek, SMACK. 

"You naughty little girl."

SMACK

"Bringing a stranger back to your house."

SMACK

"Sucking his cock like a cheap whore."

SMACK

"Bending over on all fours like a bitch in heat."

SMACK

"Begging to be fucked." 

SMACK

This spanking was turning me on so much. My cock was harder than I could ever remember, so hard it ached. It was swaying back and forth as I swung my arm in a huge arc increasing the force of each blow. My right palm was red and starting to hurt, pulsing in time with my heart. I moved to my right so I could use my left hand, I wasn't finished with her ass yet.

"You dirty little tart."

SMACK

"You must be enjoying this spanking, your pussy is twitching."

SMACK

"You like being punished."

SMACK

"You like being dominated, don't you?"

SMACK

"DON'T YOU?"

SMACK

"Yes," She croaked.

I looked round as I heard the door handle turn very slowly. I masked the noise by raining more hard slaps down on Jenny's very red buttocks. She had her head hung down and was whimpering. I could feel the heat radiating from her ass and now my left hand was red hot. I switched back to my right hand.

"WHAT, I CAN'T HEAR YOU."

SMACK

"YES." She shouted.

SMACK

"You love it, don't you?"

SMACK

"YES." She shouted.

SMACK

"Tell me you love it."

SMACK

Without breaking my spanking rhythm I turned my head round to see a figure silhouetted in the doorway, obviously Sheila.

"YES, I LOVE IT." She shouted.

SMACK

"Tell me what you want."

SMACK

"I WANT YOUR COCK IN MY PUSSY." she shouted.

With no warning I suddenly slammed my cock into Jenny's sopping pussy. She immediately tensed up and convulsed, I could feel her pussy rippling around my cock until she seemed to push and a massive gush of juices soaked my cock and balls. What an amazing feeling, her juices running down the length of my cock and slowly dripping off my balls.

I managed to control myself and started to very slowly stroke in and out. Jenny was still recovering but very soon was pushing back against my cock. While slowly fucking Jenny I turned to look at Sheila. I licked my lips and started wiggling my tongue in a very suggestive manner. She just stood there watching me fuck Jenny. Before long I could feel jenny tensing up and starting the steady climb back to an orgasmic crescendo. I varied the pace as best I could; the music had long since finished. 

I milked her big heavy boobs and played with her huge hard nipples slowly rubbing my hand back and forth across them. I was struggling to contain myself now, my balls felt incredibly heavy and ached to release what was going to be a huge load after so much stimulation. The sight of this hot little nurse pushing her bright red spanked ass back onto my cock was bringing me ever closer to the edge. 

I grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her hard onto my pole as I tilted my head to watch her huge tits swing wildly. Her stocking clad legs were driving me crazy as they rhythmically moved back and forth. Just as I thought I was going to lose it I felt Jenny tense up and once again release a gush of pussy fluids onto my cock. 

I immediately pulled out with an audible sigh from Jenny and rushed round to her head where I proceeded to grab her hair in both hands and force my cock into her mouth. She was completely drained and had no energy left so I started fucking her mouth knowing that it would not be long before I blew my load. 

I looked up to see Sheila in the doorway, touching herself through a thin nightshirt. This sight pushed me completely over the edge and I yelled, "YES." As my cock literally exploded in Jenny's mouth. 

I didn't stop but continued to fuck my cock in and out of Jenny's mouth as it sprayed blasts of salty cum. Jenny swallowed some but most of it dribbled out around my meaty shaft as I fucked with gay abandon.

"Lick it clean Jenny." I said as I slowed the fucking motion down.

"Use your tongue on my bell-end." I squirmed as Jenny used her tongue on my now super sensitive purple head, but oh my god it felt good. 

"Good Girl." I said as I pulled my semi erect cock out of her mouth and proceeded to whip her cheeks and lips with it. She looked at me with completely knackered eyes as I smeared the dribbled sperm around her face with my cock. 

"Worship my Cock you whore." Sheila was gone when I looked up. I was starting to get hard again as Jenny licked my shaft and I looked at the cum dripping from her chin. 

I toyed with the idea of fucking her again but she looked absolutely knackered and I didn't think it would be much fun forcing myself on her. I backed away and she gave me a tired look before collapsing on the bed face down. She fell asleep within a minute as I quickly dressed. 

I wrote a short note in large print on her desk "Shave your PUSSY" and left without leaving any contact details. I left her bedroom door wide open showing her bright red sore ass as she slept.



The Dance



I slip into the tub and let my cares float into the water, counting my blessings for the one who invented hot water, the soaking relaxes me. My tanned skin brings such a contrast to the white porcelain. I close my eyes and begin drifting to my thoughts of where I would rather be, how I would rather be feeling. Being rather uptight about an up and coming blind date for the evening approaching, I try to sink into pleasant thoughts and try not to wonder how many more of these blind dates I will need to endure before I find the one that his breath I take, his heart I steal, his every thought I will possess. 

~~I dream briefly of a man who is so consumed by me and the treasures I have to offer a mans heart and soul... We are enjoying each others company...after a meal inspired by our first meeting, not wanting to part ways this early, and not wanting to run to a bedroom so to speak. Just to enjoy each other is so comforting. We leave the establishment and retreat to one of our vehicles for more chat. We talk about dancing, you ask if I would like to go...I accept and mention I have a lovely place in mind and we split into two vehicles for the ride as you follow me and I am alone in my car I wonder what kind of impression I have made thus far and what kind of impression I am about to make. I take you to my house and we enter. You are puzzled and reminded me that I had a nice place to dance. I reply 'I do'. I go to the stereo and put on some music and move some furniture back and you now smile and realize, and with an extended gents hand you ask me if I would care to join you for this dance. As I accept, we dance and dance...into the morning hours, our own dance floor, our own world (for the time being), our own wonderful time without interference of clubs closing & music stopping, just dancing. 

She feels just lovely, and adored, he feels wonderful to be with such company as is she. He declares that he really must be on his way as work calls in the morning and they dance one more dance, she is saddened that the time has come and she sheds a tear not at the departure but at the dancing she so enjoyed with this man she never met.~~

I spend lavish amounts of time preparing my skin for shaving and taking special care for my legs to be flawlessly smooth. Taking a fresh shaver and beginning to pass the razor over my bronzed skin I shave, diligently removing all new growth. Running my hand over each area just shaven as if passing an inpection, my skin tingles with a bit of excitement. I finish with my shaving deed and set my stubble filled bucket aside resting assured that all is smooth and feeling quite sensual. (I am hoping my legs will look fantastic tonight.) 

I had an indecisive time deciding my attire for the date. (I want it to be just right because if I don't look right I won't feel proper.) I pretty much always have the same basic 'look' for my cosmetics, with the exception of maybe eyeliner or shadow shades, so I like to be sure my body looks as sensually appealing as I can make it while keeping a semi conservative without trashy look. The whole package has to be just right to assure the proper essence of my mood, scent, appearance. My hair is usually done in a sassy mode complete with spiking, but this evening it will be done in a classy style. ( I do so love these versatile hairstyles.) 

The time is getting short now- I begin to move swiftly and carefully to finish touches here and there. My lips are finally stained with a gold laden color and a deep berry shade of lip liner accentuating the shape of my lips and shadowing around the outer corners of my lips. The centers being bright with gold shimmer. Blow myself a kiss...Perfect. 

Time to dress now. I choose a comfortable white thong with expectation that the evening breeze will cause a sensation or two to my exposed skin, and the tan is a nice contrast. I put a simple white bra that covers me but will allow for a chill to expose itself through my erect nipples. The blouse will be white rayon, sensual fabric. It always makes me feel sexy to wear it. Just above the knee, form fitting, black leather skirt. Simple pearl necklace. No pantyhose, rather a garter and black seamed stockings to ensure the breeze a free contact with my skin. Black heels.

I step back from the mirror and I am quite pleased with my look.

I get in my car and drive to our pre-decided destination for a meal with a man that I have never met with the exception of many e-mails and chat. (The awkwardness all over again!) Feeling like 'awkwards' slut, I arrive at the restaurant and have to get over the awkward feeling...replace it with that sexy feeling again.(and just hope this time may be the last to do this blind date stuff.) I enter the establishment and tell the hostess my name, and that I am being expected by 'Paul' for dinner. As she shows me to your table, you are seated with your back to our approach. She tells you I am here and you rise and turn. You smile, quite pleased with the woman before you. We embrace as closely as we might for a first meeting but with much familiar feelings due to the e-mails and chat. You pull the chair out for me to sit, being the gent that you are, you then bend a bit to steal a sniff of my scent and then reseat yourself. You are smiling quite broadly now. (I assume you are enjoying looking at me and happy with your decisions to ask me to dinner.) I get a sense of relief and contentment at my decision to accept your invitation.

We speak of many things that we like talking about in our e-mails. It is finally time we don't have to type what we are saying to each other and we can't seem to stop chattering -we have so much to say to each other. All those long stories and life experiences that were too long to type out are becoming opened. Our conversation goes on until we feel like we are holding the place open, we have satisfied our physical need for food and drink and we depart the restaurant. In your car we continue talking and trying to decide where to go what to do next as we don't want to part company as of yet. We begin talking about dancing and just as you ask me if I would care to dance, I accept and mention of a wonderful place to dance....