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My first erotic short story.
(M/F) exhibition, control, MDom – I guess
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She watched the dice roll from his fingers, her breath suddenly growing a little ragged.

This was insane. She hardly knew him. Just met him. But there they were, quickly talking about all sorts of things, and the subject of strip poker had come up.

She had seemed so confident when they had started. Oh yes, sure she told him, she had played all sorts of strip games before. And that's when he produced the dice...

Can we go somewhere private? And play a little game?

She'd gone back to her place with him, almost giddy with excitement. She had always had incredible luck with these sorts of games. She was sure that very shortly, she'd have him reduced to nothing but his smile...the thought of winning, of stripping him article by article was thrilling...and blotted out the other thought nagging the back of her head: What if I should lose....

They sat down in the living room...on chair in front of the coffee table..she refused to use his dice, though, rummaging some of her own up instead. That seemed to amuse him, but he agreed to use them after he rolled a couple of times to check them.

He was in business attire. Suit tie (Mickey Mouse tie..how dangerous could he be...?) She protested...he was overdressed...and he agreed to play without his suit. She watched him carefully as he took off his suit. He was older than she was. Maybe 30. But boyish looks hid his true age. He was trim though...she allowed herself a moment to consider his body...what of it was visible beneath the white shirt.

He settled back, his gray eyes finding hers..."OK, ladies first."

"Why thank you..."

She rolled, and watched the dice as they came up: 1  2

He rolled:    4  4.

His pleasure was evident. "Ok...you lose...what's going?"

She giggled..."I believe I can spare a sock."

A sock...how harmless it all started out...they rolled again...

She rolled a 5  2. Seven. Well...not bad...

He rolled:   3  4.

"Oh oh...tie..now what?"

His smile broadened..."We both remove something."

My wasn't he in a hurry...She watched as he removed his tie. He was still showing virtually no skin at all...

"Hmmmm. A tie. How convenient for you."

He looked back at her innocently.

She removed her other sock...her feet now bare. Well, he'd better have a foot fetish, cause her feet was all she planned on showing him! She blew on the dice for luck and rolled again:

She stared in disbelief:   1  1

He tossed the dice with nonchalance...:   5  1

He leaned back, his eyes roving over her body freely..."Well, dear...what now?"

She didn't say a word, but began to unbutton her blouse. Her hands were trembling as button by button she undid her top, while his eyes feasted on the flesh being revealed.

"It's getting serious now." She said, her voice hoarse, and yes, she had to admit, she felt the wetness spreading below...

"Take your time, Lee...I'll wait..."

She shrugged the top off and tossed it to the floor, folding her arms across her chest. He arched an eyebrow at her, and she blushed furiously. She was a player, she knew the rules...you couldn't hide what was revealed...Her cheeks were blushed hot, but she put her hands on her thighs, and let hem look at her fully.

"Mmmmm...very nice....what size bra is that?"

"34b," her voice was just a whisper.

He smiled at her. "My favorite size. Perfect in every way. Just right for fondling...and licking...big enough to feel good in your hand, and still be pert..."

If it were possible, she blushed even more under his commenting.

Wordlessly, she rolled again:   2  2. Was she cursed?

He rolled, she watched nervously...  2  3

"I can't believe it!"

"My oh my, what lovely luck....what's next fair maiden?" He licked his lips in anticipation...

She swallowed hard, and undid her jeans. They were melded to her from the heat rising from her loins, and as she pulled them down, her panties nearly went with them. She tugged them off, and tossed them on top of her blouse.

"Looks like I'm in a bit of trouble now," she said, fighting the urge to put her hands in front of her again.

"Why, whatever do you mean?"

She let out an exasperated sigh. His coolness was unnerving her...as though he had expected this all along..."Well, what I mean is, you're basically dressed and I'm half naked already...If my roommates were to come back now..."

"Lee, dear, you've been unlucky is all. But...luck changes..."

She couldn't meet his gaze. It was humiliating, being so easily undressed like this. In front of a stranger...and being powerless to stop it!

"Besides," he continued. "You love this, don't you...?"

"No!" she said, her gaze meeting his with her denial. "I don't mind losing, but I don't enjoy being beaten so badly!"

He leaned back, surveying her nearly naked form. "As long as you lose, what difference does it make? Come on...stop teasing me...roll again, my lovely bare maiden..."

She rolled. A 1 and a 3.

He rolled.  2  5.

Her breath was coming in gasps now...now she would have to do it...show him something completely intimate...

She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it slide off of her, slowly. Her pink nipples stood out, hard and erect...happy to be free...happy to be fully viewed by him.

She felt betrayed by the arousal of her own body. Her cheeks were flushing...

"I think you're cheating," she said, not looking at him, but adjusting her panties nervously. How much longer would they be on her? How much longer until all of her body was exposed to his piercing gaze?

He laughed. "Lee, dear...they're your dice..." He scooped them up and held them out to her. "Roll again..."

She reached for them, and knew without looking that his eyes were locked on her breasts, noticing every bob and weave of her pert nipples as she shook the dice and threw them again.

She rolled:   4  4.

Finally, a decent roll. His roll:    1  4.

"You win," he said.

She grinned. "Finally!"

"Tell you what. I'm feeling generous. I'll let you pick..what would you like me to remove? Ladies choice."

"Well, seeing as how I'm just about all skin, your pants would go a long way in making me feel better..."

Without a word, he reached down to his belt, and undid it. She followed his every move. Finally, he would have to show her something...a little of what he was hiding...just how was he below the belt?

His pants slid down his thighs. His thighs were lean, and covered with a fine blonde hair. He was wearing white jockey briefs, and the effects of her strip-tease were well noted beneath. His cock strained at the fabric, hard as a pole, pushing at the left side of his shorts. She guessed that if he were adjusted to be straight up that the cockhead would protrude from the waistband.

He was probably seven inches long...oh how she wanted to see the rest of that!

"Ahhh.. now I'm starting to relax. Very nice," she said, pointedly staring at the bulge in his briefs.

For once, he didn't seem to sure of himself. She picked up the dice and rolled again.    2  6

Not bad...but not great. Nervously, she watched him toss the dice:

They rolled, spun around, and came up:    6  6.

His smile was ear to ear as his gaze swept down her body...to her lone item of clothing left.

"Oh boy," she said.

"Oh boy, oh boy," he answered.

"It seems I am out of choices."

"It does, at that," he agreed. his hand strayed down to his crotch, and he adjusted his raging hardon to keep from sliding out of the leg hole.

She watched his hands. Seven inches, she guessed, if it were an inch.

"Well, seeing as how you now own my last skimpy remnant of clothing any preferences as to how they come off?"

"Yes." He said. He stared at her, hungrily, his hand absently touching the bulge at his loins. She blushed again under his lustful gaze, and the silence that followed as his eyes devoured her grew unbearable...

"Of course," she said with an exasperated frustrated hand gesture that caused her breasts to jiggle before his eyes, "he makes me ask." She drew a deep breath, her breasts rising as she did. She was trying to control her racing pulse, but it was hard. Yes...she had to admit, she enjoyed losing to him. Being stripped. Forced to remove all of her clothes while he had lost hardly a thing...stripped bare and naked...she loved the sensation...how else could she explain that her panties were now drenched. "How would you like my panties removed?"

"Stand up," he said at last. His voice was soft, husky...but there was no mistake: it was a command.

One she obeyed.

"Now, hook your thumbs in the waist-band...and...slowly...slide them down your thighs..."

She did as commanded...her pussy was throbbing unmercifully now...Her pubic hair was red, and full...it was a couple of months from bikini season, so she  hadn't started her tight cropped shaving yet. He didn't seem to mind in the least... enjoying the view of her exposed, full snatch...

"Stand there for a second, exposed...Let me see you."

"And my panties? Shall they stay at my thighs?"

He smiled..."No...slide them down your to your ankles, and then step out of them."

He watched her for a full minute, until she squirmed under his scrutiny.

"OK...you may sit down now...I'm through looking...for now..."
She sat, bringing her knees tightly together, and leaning forward, trying to ebb the flow of her juices which were now trickling out of her, and running down her inner thigh...

"Ok...roll again," he said, surprising her.

"Huh? You won? And, actually late picking up my roommate. I gotta go… sorry. But you had your look. And your fun."

"I haven't won yet."

"You haven’t? I'm as naked as I get!" She protested. Deep down, she felt a twinge of fear and excitement. Actually, she could be more bare...he couldn't mean to play her for her body hair now, could he?"

But he had higher stakes in mind...

"I won a look at your body. Now I want to win your body."

"Meaning?"

"You bet your body. If you win, same as before, I strip an article...if you lose, you're mine for the evening. And have to do anything I tell you to."

She thought she was going to faint. "Including what?"

"Including anything. No limits."

"OK, sex if you want. But just here. Just you and me, in private. I don't want to be humiliated, or anything," she said.

He picked up the dice. "If you don't want to be humiliated, then I suggest that you roll to win...cause otherwise, you'll be that lovely shade of red all evening. Here...and elsewhere..."

Inwardly she quivered with fear, and desire. It was as if he saw her inner thoughts. She put up false walls of a defense, and he plowed right through them, to her inner most, and secret -or so she had thought- desires.

"Well...I suppose we do need to finish...and your luck can't hold..."

"Roll, my lovely."

She tossed the dice, feeling almost giddy. She knew what would happen. If not this roll, then the next. It wouldn't be long. She would lose to him. She would lose everything. In a way, that was a freeing thought.

She looked down:  2  4.

He scooped the dice up and tossed them:  6  4.

"Now," he said, "it is complete."

The tremor ran down her body. He had won her. And he would not be easy on her, she knew that.

"I don't suppose that we can negotiate surrender terms..."

"You're a History major....what did the U.S. stand for in Grant's name?"

She met his gaze. His eyes were dancing...laughing at her feeble attempts to maintain a little control.

"Unconditional Surrender," she whispered.

"Yes...but I'm feeling kind. I'll let you out of our bet."

"You will?"

"If..."

"If what?"

He leaned over to her. "I'm going to put my finger to the outside of your pussy. If it's dry, then you're free to do whatever you want to tonight. If you're wet, though, I'm going to make you my obedient little submissive all night...and you will love every humiliating minute of it..."

She closed her eyes as his hand went to her loins. She knew what he would find. She knew she had no choice now but to obey him. What use was there in trying to pretend? He somehow knew her...fully...completely...even that dark area of her fantasies that she let no one enter...

The shock of his finger touching her was electric. She moaned, involuntarily, her hips moving to his touch.

"My, oh my...hot as well as wet..."

She blushed, and kept her eyes closed.

"You're very wet..."

"I know."

"How long have you been like this?"

"I felt the warmth start when I took off my blouse."

"I figured..."

She suddenly smelt her fragrance strongly. She opened her eyes, his finger was by her lips, under her nose.

"I'm done testing. You may clean my finger now."

"What?"

"Lick my finger clean."

"I don't think so."

He laughed at her. "I know you will. You have no choice. But the longer you wait, the worse it will be. I will make you pay for keeping me waiting..."

She looked at him, desperately. "Please...don't make me do that..."

His eyebrows arched, but he said nothing. A minute passed...and then she reached out with her tongue, tentatively. He was right. She had no choice...no matter how shameful the act, she had to obey. What else was in store for her?

When she had complied to his satisfaction, he told her to lie on her belly and wait for him.

"My Roommate," she said..."I have to pick her up!"

He looked at her. "Well, I'm surprised you want to. But, ok, if you insist, let's go get her."

"What?"

"Your room-mate...let's go get her."

She stared at him in amazement. He let up so easily...she was surprised. She reached for her jeans...but before she could get them, he snatched them from her grasp.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm-um-getting dressed," she stammered.

"And who told you could do that?"

"You did. We're getting my room-mate."

"Yes. But I never said anything about dressing. Did I?"

She stared at him in disbelief, as it suddenly became apparent to her. She was going to have to drive downtown DC completely nude!

"I can't do that!"

"Well, I thought it was a strange request myself," he admitted, "but you  insisted..."

"I'd get arrested!"

"Oh...chances are we can talk any cop out of a ticket. Unless, maybe it's a female cop...that could be trouble. But, I'm game if you are."

"I can't go through with that!"

"But your friend is waiting, isn't she? And I don't see you putting these clothes back on for the rest of the night..."

Her mind raced frantically. "I'll call her a cab," she said.

He shrugged. "Maybe that'd be best. You do that, and I'll find you something to wear..." He started down the hall.

"My room's on the--"

His look cut her off. "I'll find something."

                                ***

As she was hanging up the phone with Yellow Cab, he returned from the bedroom. And she noted with concern that he had not just gone into her bedroom.

"Here, put these on."

What he had for her to wear was simple. A denim wrap-around skirt, white thigh-high stockings, a vest, and a pair of high heels. It wasn't all from her bedroom, but she was so grateful to have any clothes to put on that she said nothing. She dressed quickly. The vest only had three buttons, and her bosom strained against it. It was not really made to be worn closed, but she wasn't about to leave it open.

"These too," he said handing her a pearl necklace. The necklace was faux jewelry and wasn't hers, (in fact she had never seen it before)  but she put it on, anyway. The vest pushed her breasts together tightly, giving her more cleavage than she felt comfortable with, and the necklace fell right in the middle of it all, sure to draw attention to her bosom. She knew that she was a sexy sight, and secretly it thrilled her, though she never in a million years would have
dressed this way...if she hadn't been forced to.

He eyed her critically when she was done dressing.

"Very nice," he said. "Except the skirt's too low..." He reached behind her and pulled it up, so the hemline laid higher on her thighs - so high in fact that the hem at the top of her stockings would show if she walked with any decent stride at all. She was very self-conscious of the fact that she wore nothing at all beneath the skirt. She fought the urge to keep her hands in front of
her loins.

"Ok...we're ready to go."

"Go? Where?"

He tsked at her, and headed for the door. Meekly, she followed, hoping he had a good heater in his car.

She recognized the Embassy Suites at Tyson's Corner as they entered the parking lot, and she felt an inward moment of relief. So, he was just going to take her to a hotel and screw her. Well, that wasn't so bad. He was pretty good looking... hell, she was so hot she'd screw him if he were ugly. All and all, she decided, she'd gotten off easy...private humiliation, but no public
humiliation.

But… it was Friday, and the Embassy was booked.  The desk clerk, a young man named Jim, just shook his head. No rooms. No way.

She felt worried again. What now?

But, her escort was not one to be put off. He looked her way and smiled. The desk clerk followed his gaze. Suddenly, she felt very vulnerable.

"All the rooms are full?" he asked. "Are you sure of that?"

The clerk's eyes stared at her nearly exposed chest. "Sorry, sir."

"You mean if the President of the United States walked through that door, right now, and wanted a room, you'd have nothing for him?"

The clerk looked back at him. "Well...no. I guess for the President, we'd have to find a room."

Jay beamed. "Well, we're in luck then. Because I've just come from the President, and he tells me he won't need his room tonight. So you can give it to me..."

The clerk smiled, but said nothing.

"I'm sure we can work something out," he continued, gazing meaningfully at her. "We really need that room, and I'd be more than willing to reward anyone who went the extra mile to provide me with the accommodations. In my own way, I can be accommodating, as well..."

The clerk looked at her, undressing her with his eyes (and that didn't take long).

"What did you have in mind?"

"Maybe we should discuss it back there..." Jay said, motioning.

They left her at the front desk, while they went into the back room. She was furious. She knew she was being bartered, and she didn't like it. Sex with him was one thing. She wasn't servicing some adolescent punk, though!

At least...she hoped she wasn't...

A moment later, he returned with a key in hand.

"Amazing," he said, looking at the key. "It really is the Presidential Suite."

"What did you offer him?" she asked.

His smile was enigmatic. "A trifle," he said. "Really..."

She just looked at him.

"Don't fret, dear. I negotiate for a living. We got off easy...I was prepared to offer him much more."

He lead her to the lounge area near the elevators, and ordered them drinks: scotch.

"I've never had scotch," she said.

"Drink it, it'll warm you up..." he stared at her chest. "You look a little cold."

She glanced down. She knew her nipples were hard little buds, but surely they weren't showing through the vest!

He laughed. "I know you. I don't need visual clues..."

She blushed and drank her scotch in one gulp. It burned like fire, but the warmth spreading in her tummy was a nice match to that in her loins...

"What's next?"

"You go up to the room to get it ready for us," he said handing her the key.

"OK," she said. That sounded easy. "How do I get it ready for us?"

"Oh...just make sure it's warm enough in there."

"Turn on the heater, you mean?"

He laughed. "Oh, you can do that," he said. "But I find that nothing heats up a room like a hot, naked woman."

"So, I go up, turn on the heater, undress, and wait for you, is that it?" She felt the tremor in her loins start again. It was never that simple...what did he have in store for her...?

His smile faded. "Well...almost."

"Almost?"

"You have the right idea," he said, his eyes blazing into hers..."but the wrong order..."

"The wrong order...?" The fear and excitement was there...what was he telling her? What was she going to have to do?...

"First, you'll take off your vest."

"First...you mean...."

"I mean, now."

"Whaaaat!??" She looked around. The lounge was not full, but it was far from deserted. And nowhere near dark enough for what he just asked...

Except, he was not asking...

"Right now. As in, this very instant..."

Her head darted around. He wouldn't! No...not this... "Please...I'll give you anything you want. Don't make me do this..."

He chuckled. Enjoying her discomfort. "You'll give me anything I want, PLUS this, dear..." His hand reached across the table, and undid the top button of her vest...33 percent of all buttons....

Her hand grabbed the next button down, gripping it in a death grip.

"I can't! There are people here...they'll see..."

"They'll see what?"

"They'll see..." her voice trailed off. "They'll see me..." she said finally, disturbed at the resignation she heard in her voice.

"Yes. As much of you as I choose to reveal. Right now, that is only your breasts. If you continue to protest, it will be more. You know as well as I do that you can't refuse...why are you making it harder on yourself?" He smiled. "Unless..."

"Unless what?" Her heart was beating wildly in her chest, her breath grew more ragged...

"Unless you *want* more. To show more. To be humiliated more."

"No!" she protested. But the voice was hoarse, and her clit suddenly felt like it was on fire...

"Ahhh, yes. I believe I understand fully now..."

"You don't," she said, feebly. "you don't understand at all..."

His answer was slow, and measured: "Take...off...your...vest..."

She looked him in the eyes, as the battle of wills continued for a moment. Then, with her cheeks flushing hot, she averted her eyes, and she knew he had won. Again.

And she unbuttoned the other two buttons.

The vest came open, exposing her breasts to his view again. Her nipples were hard, and erect, aching to be free...to be exposed...to be touched.

"Off..." he reminded her.

The area beneath her throat was flushed bright red, but her breasts were creamy white, and very shortly, completely exposed, as she shrugged the vest off of her completely and handed it across the table to him.

She folded her arms tightly across her busom, and leaned forwward at the table, hiding her nipples beneath the table. It was a moment of security, that she knew full well was fleeting. He wasn't going to let her shirk any of this experience. She knew that. She knew that she was in for the night of her life...she just wondered, as her heart thudded against her ribcage, if she could stand it.

She looked up at him.

"Now what?"

"Now you go to the room."

She breathed a sigh of relief. "Ok..."

"When you get to the elevator, you are to take off your skirt."

Her pussy was throbbing at his words. Of course. He was going to make her strip, just like he said her would...just like she feared he would...

"Ok..." it was a whisper.

"The elevator is glass, so I will be able to see you. Don't try to trick me."

"I won't," she said. She couldn't. God, he controlled her now...

"In fact, press your body against the glass, so I can see it clearly."

"And everyone else will too!"

"You have a problem with that?"

"I--"

"You have two choices...your whole nude body for an elevator ride...or your bare breasts for the rest of the night." He patted the vest beside him meaningfully. "I can hardly wait to see those tits of yours jiggling on the dance floor..."

Damn it, he had her. If she had stood any chance, it was lost now...No matter what, she had to do anything he said..as if she ever had a choice...

"I'll take the elevator ride."

"I knew you'd come to your senses. As you get off of the elevator, take off one stocking and leave it in the hallway...the other stocking leave hanging on the outside doorknob. Only when you are completely naked are you to enter my room." 

"How about the necklace?"

He laughed. "You may leave that on. That's the only clothing you're allowed. The rest of your body is to be as naked as the day you were born...understood?"

She nodded.

"Good. Leave all of the lights off. Go to the bedroom, and lay down on your belly on the bed. Lie down spread-eagled. And wait for me."

"Ok. I will..." Underneath the table, her hands felt her nipples...god she was so excited by this...just touching her nipples made her almost want to cum. She couldn't believe that she'd been stripped topless in this lounge. Everyone must be looking at her. She could feel hungry eyes staring at her as she tried to conceal her nudity...

Just then, she heard someone approaching their table!

No! She was sure to be completely exposed...to a stranger...who was he? She wanted to look, but embarrassment prevented her.

"Excuse me, sir?"

"Yes?" Jay answered.

"Those gentleman over their wanted to buy you both a drink. And to tell you thank you for making their evening."

He chuckled. "How nice of them. Don't you think that's nice, Lee?"

She didn't look up from where she was doubled over, her hands covering her breasts which were beneath the table.

He chuckled again, enjoying her discomfort, and reached for his back pocket.

"Oh, no," The waiter said, "...please...no tip is necessary. The walk over here was tip enough."

"How polite of you...Isn't this the kindest of places," he asked her. "Everyone is going out of their way for us. I wonder why?"

She couldn't help it...under the table she was kneading her breasts, feeling her nipples in her palms...they needed touched...they needed the affection...she knew he was mocking her...using her...but it didn't matter...she was hotter than she'd ever been in her life...

"But, I must insist on the tip," he said. She barely heard him --she was trying to keep from moaning-- until he added: "Lee, give the man a tip. I pride myself on being generous."

She looked up, her bangs in her eyes. "Me?"

"Sit up, Lee. Back straight, and blow the man a kiss." He looked at the waiter. "Fair enough?"

The waiter grinned. "Most generous."

Not him! He was a punk! she thought. A little 19 year old punk. And from where she was crouching she could tell he was a 17 year old aroused punk...his cock was hard and creating a nice little bulge in his pants, which was just about eye level for her now. 

Oh God...why was this turning her on so much?

"Lee...we're waiting..."

She closed her eyes...she couldn't bear to look at his face, grinning from ear to ear...and sat up...back straight...feeling her naked nipples dance with the motion, jutting forward as she straightened. She opened her eyes to see the kid staring at her tits, swaying for his amusement in front of him. Across the room, the men who sent the drinks over were applauding. Everyone was enjoying her show! She'd never been so humiliated -and so breathless- in her life.

"The kiss..."

She wet her lips, and blew the kid a kiss...when the hand came down, she fought the urge to cover up. She knew she wouldn't be allowed. She felt her tits bobbing, her nipples erect buds...she put her hands on the table...she felt dizzy...

"Thank you," the waiter said, and left after giving a thumbs-up to the table across the way.

"May I go to your room now?" she asked, her voice a whisper.

"Yes...do that...and remember, I'll be watching."

"You and everyone else," she said.

She rose from the table, keeping her hands to her sides, and walked in quick strides to the elevator. As she went, the cool night breeze swept across her naked torso, and she realized that she had begun to sweat slightly. The combination made her nipples perk up at the tip and shrivel a little around the outside...the way most men think nipples look aroused, but are really just cold...but now, she was a little of both...hell she was a little cold...a lot aroused...she was so turned on, her nipples so sensitive, that she felt every movement.

There was an empty elevator waiting for her, and she dashed on, her tits bouncing as she did, and she punched the close door button repeatedly. The door shut -slowly- and as soon as she was safe inside, she started fumbling with the belt that held her skirt on. Who knows what he make her do if she didn't have it off by the time she reached the 6th floor. She kicked off her shoes, and quickly unzipped the skirt.

It was in a pool of folds by her feet in a moment. Her moist pussy was now revealed. She stepped out of the skirt, and went to the elevator side, pressing her body against the glass. The glass was cool, as it touched her bare skin, but she was so excited now that every sensation just took her that much further over the edge. Feeling her nipples smashed against the cold glass, her wet pussy grinding at the door, knowing that he, and everyone else downstairs was
watching, made her almost cum. In fact she might have, but the ring of the bell told her she had arrived at her floor.

The doors opened, and she swept off, virtually naked except for her stockings . There was a middle-aged couple waiting to get on, and she darted right between them, her bare skin touching them as she went past, her fragrance -- both perfumed and natural-- swirling in her wake.

She heard the man call out to her, and thought she heard the woman hitting him, but she was moving too fast to notice.

The night air tickled her bare body as she almost ran to the room. As she rounded the first corner, she paused long enough to remove a stocking....and touch her pussy. God, she couldn't help it...she was dripping...ohhh, did she need release soon...

Ten more strides, and she was there...She removed the last stocking...there, she had done it, she was completely nude now...

She tried the room key, her hands trembling...it was one of those damn electronic things...and it didn't work!

Across the hall some 15 year old kid stuck his head out, gaping at her bare ass, and bare back -- she had a sexy back, she'd been told… her hair tumbling down between her shoulders, the small of her back curved and smooth, her ass cheeks tight, because she was trying to press her thighs together...(partially for a shred of modesty, but mostly to keep her juices from running out)...yes, the kid was enjoying the sight...she wanted to die...open, damn it, open...

Other doors around her opened...many men were watching her now, cheering her on...enjoying the show...

She was flushed scarlet red all over her naked body. Her breathing was so difficult now, she thought she was going to hyperventilate...

Finally the little green light came on (you had to remove the card before the door would open) and she yanked the door open --not caring that the action made her breasts swing wildly for all the male amusement-- and she dashed inside, slamming the door shut behind her. She heard smattering of applause from the hallway...

She ran the bedroom, and threw herself onto the bed...she felt like laughing, and crying all at the same time...she lay there...and moaned softly...feeling her wetness begin to soak the bedspread beneath her....and she waited in the darkness...

It seemed like forever until she heard the door opening...she waited, wanting to look, but knowing she wasn't allowed...

In the darkness...she had a thought...what if it wasn't him! He could have sent anyone up...

Someone was in the room with her...or maybe several some ones....she closed her eyes, and waited...

"Your display was most appreciated by one and all, Lee..."

She sighed. It was him...but was he alone??

"We've been invited back...we'll have to see about that, won't we? You may prove to be disappointing, after all..."

He was examining her, now. She knew that. She could feel the heat of his body as he walked around the bed, looking at her...

"OK...let's see how well you do with your next test..."

"Test?"

"Raise yourself up on your elbows and knees until just your nipples touch the bed..."

She was nervous now, she didn't know she was being tested...and what did he mean by disappoint?

"I meant now, Lee..."

She got up as directed...her nipples grazing the top of the bed...her ass in the air...what was he going to do now? Her bare ass was exposed...she didn’t like this...She wasn't into pain...

"Hold your back straight."

"I can't," she protested....

"Lower yourself at the knees...come on, your a strong young lass...I saw those muscles beneath your tits...you can do a partial push up....do it...."

She lowered her bottom until her back formed a perfectly straight line...the position was not impossible, but did take a little effort to maintain...

She felt something cold and slightly damp at the small of her back.

"What's that?"

"A glass of water...I want it to stay right where it is for five minutes."

"That's the test?" That didn't sound too hard...

"Mostly," he said...

Then she felt it....

At her hip, and moving slowly up her bare side...a...feather...

"What's that??"

"The maid left a feather-duster in the room...like it?"

"I--ummm...." it was at her rib cage now....

"Good heavens, you're not ticklish, are you?"

"No...I..."

When it touched the side of her breast, she knew she was in trouble....

"Please, don't..."

It swept inside of her armpit, and she jerked, spilling the glass....the ice cold water splashed at the base of her ass, and then ran down her cheeks, rushing across her hot, wet pussy...

"Oooohhhh," she collapsed on the bed....

"You failed that simple little test..." he said.

"I'm terribly ticklish," she said.

"Oh, that is really too bad for you..."

"That I'm ticklish?"

"That I know it."

Oh no.

"You wouldn't..."

"Stretch your hands out," he told her.

"Why?"

He swatted her bare ass. It stung, but it was not too painful. The sheer surprise of it made it seem worse.

"Ooooo!"

"Do it..."

"Ok, Ok..." she said, and stretched her hands out to the headboard. If she had thought about the fact that he had just put her hands inches from a brass headboard, she might have thought twice...but she was still distracted by the water...and the unique sensation of feeling it grow warmer from ice cold...

She felt something encircle her wrists...she looked up in surprise and saw her stockings looped around her wrists!

"Hey!"

She tried to struggle, but before she could react, he had her hands bound to the headboard.

"No kinky stuff!" She protested...and tried to turn over, but he held her on her belly by grabbing her thighs...

"I'd say, off hand, that you're in no position to make demands..."

"Stop it! Now!...I'm not into--"

"What? You’re not into what?” His voice silenced her protestations. “Lee..please tell me what you are into...? Before tonight, were you into stripping in public places?"

"Well--"

"How many naked elevator rides have you taken?"

"I--"

"Fact is, you don't know what you're into. You've lead a boring sheltered life where you looked at fantasies from afar...well, tonight, you're starring in one, and you might not be ready for it – for fantasies so close, fantasies felt instead of only read about, or talked about-- but that's too bad, ‘cause you're in one now...and when I'm all done with you, then and only then will you even
have a glimpse of what you're into...Obviously, I know much better than you what lights your fire..."

His finger dipped into her vagina lips...the touch made her moan and wriggle...

"You ever been this wet before? Miss-know-it-all?"

"No," her voice barely audible...

"All right then...just lay there and enjoy it. Your mine for the evening. A bet's a bet. You're paying up...now be quiet."

She said nothing.

"Lie still and spread your legs..."

She did...and nothing happened for a long time...then suddenly his fingers ran over her body. They didn’t hurt her --she wished they did...this was much worse-- they moved over her...relentlessly seeking out every spot... every... ticklish... spot...

She rocked back in forth, laughter whooshing out of her...trying to evade him, but her bonds made it impossible...When she tried to pull down to hide her armpits, he found her ribs...when she rolled to her side, her found the back of her knee...as she jerked her leg up, he grabbed an ankle, and held it prisoner while his fingernails raked across the sole of her foot...

It went on for minutes...she was helpless...and so aroused she started to cum...

And then he stopped...

With a whimper she lay on the bed, breathless, and feeling a yearning in her pussy that she'd never felt before...

"Well, what do you know? You very nearly came!"

"How---" pant...pant..."How, did you know?"

He laughed..."I know you by now...Take a moment to collect yourself...while I figure out what I’m going to do to you next...”

She whimpered at the thought.

He sat beside the bed..."OK...Tell you what...I’m feeling generous...so, I'll give you a choice..."

"What?"

"Fifteen minutes of tickling..."

"Oh God, no! I'd wet myself...I couldn't take fifteen minutes of that..."

"Hmmm... interesting thought..."

"What's my other choice??" she asked urgently.

"Wet yourself, huh?"

"I'll take choice B!"

"You haven't even heard it yet."

"I don't care. Not tickling. Anything but that! I'll do anything. Want me to lick your feet? Suck your cock? Wanna fuck me? Anything...anything but no more tickling..."

"Lick my feet?" His hand grabbed a handful of hair..."Oh...just what are you into, Lee?"

She blushed. "I was just thinking of things..."

"Oh, yes...quite a stream of them. My how creative you are when you put your mind to it..."

"I'll do it if you want me to."

"I don't. Not yet, anyway...Choice B is a little game called mother of pearls..."

"How do we play...?"

"Well, actually, only I play. You watch."

"You mean you're going to give me a pearl necklace?"

"You mean cum on your throat?"

"Yeah. I've had one before."

"I'll bet you have....but no, I'm going to take a pearl necklace off of your throat."

"And...?"

He unhooked the necklace. "Roll over...."

She did, but of course her hands were still bound, so they ended up crossed over her head. She looked up at him. He was still completely dressed, even wearing a tie. And the pearls dangled from his hand. Somehow, she knew that should make her nervous, but she didn't know why...

"Now what?"

"Spread your legs..."

Naturally...well he had see everything she had to offer. She was no longer at all shy about exposing herself completely to him by now...

He lowered the necklace until it touched the red hair at her crotch.

"Are you a virgin, Lee?"

She snorted. "What do you think?"

"Just answer."

"No. Does that mean that we can't play any more?"

"You've had a cock in your mouth?"

"Hundreds of them."

He raised an eyebrow at her.

"OK...a few..."

"And in your pussy?"

She smiled. "The same few. I can only suck them for so long before I have to bury them in my pussy...."

"Anywhere else?”

"Anywhere, else?" She looked at him, and then understood... "Oh, you mean, have I ever taken it in...there?"

"You haven't."

She blushed. "Yes I have. A couple of times...."

He leaned forward...so close she could feel his heat, and smell his cologne...his lips touched her ear..."You're lying."

"How do you know?" She whispered back...

"Cause if you had been, you would have called it your ass, not your 'in there'."

She flushed scarlet. He was right...she had a boyfriend once who had wanted to, but she couldn't...she tried, but couldn't...and now he knew...and she knew that whenever he knew something, he used it...

She felt something at her pussy's lips...she tried to look, but his body stretched out across her prevented her from seeing anything...

His fingers spread her apart...and then she felt the pearls start entering her...one...two...she moaned...three...oh god....four...her breath came in gasps...five...she bit her lip...it felt so good...six...seven...eight...nine!

He sat up, and she looked down, seeing the pearls as they hung out of her pussy... The feel of them in her was electric...she wriggled her ass to feel them move inside her...It was great. Almost as good as a cock...

"Roll back over. And get up on your hands and knees."

She did, writhing in pleasure as the pearls swung like a pendulum, the motion being felt deep inside of her...a cock never did THAT....

"Face in the pillow."

She obeyed...And then he started pulling the pearls out...one by one...so slowly it almost drove her out of her mind.

Her ass was bucking, bumping and grinding, feeling every circular ball as it made it's way past her throbbing lips...he was pulling with a slight downward pull, so they also teased her clit on the way out...Her sighs and moans were muffled by the pillow...she felt like a cat in heat...god she needed fucked!

Finally, they all came free, and she raised her head from the pillow, noticing her lipstick smeared on the pillow case... She looked back at him...the pearls swung in his hand...

"Wow!" she said fighting for her breath..."I love plan B!"

"Plan B has not started yet..." he said.

One hand grabbed her right ass cheek, and pulled it apart...she felt the cool air tickle at her suddenly exposed asshole...

"Hey! What are you doing!"

"The pussy was used to wet the pearls, Lee....for their real purpose..."

"What do you --- OOooooohhh!!!"

The first pearl slipped into her ass. It was round, and slick thanks to her own juices, and she felt the walls of her ass contract, pulling it in like a suppository...It was the strangest sensation she'd ever had...

"Please...I can't take--Aaaaaaarrrrrggghhh!"

Number two slipped in, easily...Three took more prodding...four was just plain not going to make it

"Relax," he told her.

"You relax!  It's not your ass!"

He pushed her butt down by the small of her back...and as she felt her pussy touch the bed -- a welcome sensation-- number four entered her...

It took almost five minutes to get all ten of them into her...but he managed...with her alternately screaming and moaning at him the whole time...By the time he was finished, her pussy was running like a river, and her clit was so hot if she was touched by anything she was going to cum...She rolled over onto her back, hands still tied above her...her face flushed, her whole
body sweating, and her aching, throbbing pussy arched before him...her ass wriggled in the air, the pearls dangling from her, swinging, tugging at her most sensitive part from the inside...

"OK..." she said through her pants..."You had your fun....now...."

"Now?"

"Now...fuck...me..."

He touched her pussy, she moaned and pressed it harder against his hand...yes...touch there...

"Not yet," he said, removing his hand.

She slumped to the bed.

"You are so fucking cruel!"

"You want to cum?"

"YES!!!" Her eyes shone at him. "DO I have to spell it out? I need to C-U-M!!"

"I'll let you...at the end of your performance."

She blinked. "Performance?"

There was a knock at the door. Her head swiveled around. "Who's that?" she asked, breathlessly.

"Does it matter?"

"It might!"

He touched her pussy again, and she moaned, moving like a cat in heat.

"Does it matter?"

"No...no...please...let me cum....I'm in agony..."

"In a minute...."

She whimpered as he left her and let their visitor in. In a minute, he returned with the desk clerk from downstairs. She was still tied to the bed, her legs spread wide, her juices running freely, and the pearls swinging out of her ass. Her body shone with a light sweat that covered her. Her nipples were so aroused they could feel the air as it moved against them, and her loins wouldn't
stop moving...she was bumping and grinding, trying to get sexual release from anything...if only she could have her fucking hands free for one minute!

"Well, I told you I could be accommodating..."

The clerk eyed her body, hungrily. "Oh yes...wow, is she sexy!"

She would have been embarrassed earlier tonight. But through her humiliation, she suddenly was left with no shame...she raised her buttocks, swaying her wet pussy in front of the clerk...

"See the kitty, kitty," she breathed at him... "Pet me… please…” she panted in need. “Pet my kitty, kitty..."

The clerk smiled at her, wetting his lips as he saw her swollen pussy lips dance before his eyes.

"I can't."

Her body slumped again. "What good are you then?"

"He's not allowed to touch, only look..." Jay said. "I thought you would be more comfortable that way..."

"I'd be more comfortable," she said, trying her wrist binding again, "With a dick in my cunt!"

Jay laughed. "Earlier tonight, she couldn't even bring herself to say the word ass...."

She wriggled, causing her breasts to jiggle freely at him.. "I can say it now! Ass..ass...ass...there! Now will you fuck me??"

The clerk was rubbing his erection through his pants. "I'd like to, believe me..."

She looked at him. "God, look at this...the punk's gonna cream his jeans, and I'm still going to be left here wanting...what a waste!"

He looked at her, lust in his eyes...

"Look at him..." She took a deep breath, accentuating her tits..."Like my tits? See those nipples? Wouldn't you like to suck them? They want you to. And my pussy...it is so hot it would flat-out scorch your cock, boy....You've never dipped into anything as hot as me..."

She raised her buttocks again, spreading her thighs, showing him everything... "See how wet? And notice the pearls in my ass? I'm good and relaxed now...I could even take your cock there...wanna fuck me? Wanna fuck my ass? Wanna take that hard cock of yours and shove it up my--"

"Ohhhh," The clerk suddenly looked down, his body convulsing slightly...

She looked at his crotch and saw the wet spot forming.

She slumped again. "Awww Geez... What a loser," she said.

Jay laughed. "He's young."

"So am I!" she said....She sniffed..."God, I must be in heat...I can smell his cum..."

The clerk blushed. "I --ahh---better go..."

Jay smiled... "You better..."

The clerk walked stiff-legged out of the room.

"Well, how'd I do?"

Jay smiled and removed his tie..."Fantastic...the funny thing is, he's probably going down to the men's room and jack off again...Ahh too be young..."

She pointed her loins at him. "Better to take one shot and hit, than miss with all six."

"True," he said.

And he began to undress. All evening, she had wanted to see him naked...it had started with the dice game...then she had thought that she had wanted to see him naked and humiliated. Earlier tonight, she had wanted him to be naked so she could see how his body reacted to her nudity...but now, and he slid the shirt from his body, and she watched him with fevered anticipation, she knew that she wanted to see him naked because he was the most exciting man she had ever met...

He was lean, and trim. No doubt, he worked out. His chest was smooth, and bare, not a strand of hair on it...His nipples were small, and pert, deep red in color...his tummy was flat...and a strip of hair ran down from the navel...to below...

His pubic hair was a reddish blonde color, and she couldn't wait to see how it looked next to her bright red bush...

And his cock...

Wow...

It wasn't huge, probably 7 inches, but it was perfect. It stood up...not straight up, at a slight angle, but it was gorgeous erect. It was peach colored, and thin...his cockhead was a perfect shape...if they were to make a perfect dildo, they could use his cock as a model...the cockhead was the same color as his nipples, deep-red, almost purple...

His legs were muscular but lean. Well cut...she could see muscles ripple as he
approached...and covered with light blonde hair almost all over...he must look great in shorts...the legs were tan...

He got on the bed, a leg on either side of her...

She could hardly believe it...it was finally going to happen...earlier she dreaded it...then wanted it...now needed it...

His cock touched her clit...he was using his hand at the base of his erection and using his cock like a dildo...her rubbed it against her clit...hitting the tip of it with his velvet cockhead...

The touch was electric...she pulled against her bonds...head arching back...

He rubbed her with quick circles...and in less then a minute, she came...waves and waves splashed through her body...like never before...it made her tremor and shake as the evening’s pent-up sexual tension was released...she couldn't breath during it...but she was so excited, that her heart thudded, and she felt like she had to breathe, but she couldn't...and she hung there suspended, thinking for a moment that she might actually die of ecstasy, and then it broke through:

"Ohmigod!" She screamed, "Oh, yes...yes...oh...YES! YES! Oh thank you, thank you! YES!"

It seemed to last an eternity...and as she thought she was finished, his cock entered her, thrusting deep into her vagina with one masterful stroke...

She gasped with pleasure...oh my! She had never needed a cock so bad....

He started to fuck her.

Long, steady strokes, as his cock plowed in and out of her..his cock ridge tickling the G-spot on every pull back...Her ass tightening on the pearls...she felt like she was being fucked both places at once...and it was wonderful...

She gasped for breath, and his tongue entered her mouth...

She couldn’t stand it...breathing in urgent breaths through her nose while his tongue explored her mouth, tickling her throat...Her nipples pressed against his muscled chest...her hands still held prisoner....her ass feeling the smooth pearls, her pussy being slain by his hard cock...

And when his right finger found her clit...she thought she would surely die...

She'd never been so fucked in all of her life...

And she never wanted it to end....

She came again...this one more intense than the last...and she didn't think that was possible....

About that time, she felt him pull out, and she knew he was coming too...

His hot cum splashed over her body in steady, powerful streams, and even though his raging cock was still over her pussy, the cum squirted all of the way to her throat....and through the waves of ecstasy, she thought:

"How about that, he gave her that pearl necklace after all..."

And then with a final moan, he lay down on top of her, his cum sliding between their naked, spent bodies.


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The Story behind Strip Dice:

Strip Dice is an interesting story for me. For one thing, it is one of the first erotic stories I wrote.
Back in the early days of ASS, I submitted it to Celeste for review, and it garnered a perfect 30
Score from her, something that made me very proud

For awhile, it generated some interesting emails for me..

But, then, a funny thing happened to Strip Dice: It was stolen. Repeatedly. Now, I don’t really mind someone sending my stories to a friend – in fact I am flattered by it… but I really resent when they pass it off as their own work!

And to make matters worse, later I sent it to someone who said: “Yeah I read it already. You stole
That from ______ didn’t you?”

Talk about pissed. But, I assure you gentle reader, I am indeed the author of Strip Dice. In fact, I can even tell you the story behind it – something that only I (and one other person) knows…

Strip dice started on AOL. Although it is not widely known, you can make AOL generate dice rolls 
By typing: //roll. Some of the more creative of us used this in ways other than the founders of 
AOL originally intended. 

So, it was during a “Cyber Sex” game of strip dice that this got started. In fact much of the original “dialog” was actually from the game. My partner for the game was a young lady I had never met named Lee, who lived in Washington DC. The game went exactly as the game unfolds in the story. She was in college, and was very funny and witty, as comes out in some of the story. I enjoyed chatting with her.

At the end of the game, though, things pretty much ended due to time. (It takes much longer to do things online, than it takes to read through it…) In the course of our chatting, I  asked her what her fantasies were, and she told me that this was pretty much it. And that she had a thing for some forced exhibition, and slight humiliation.

I’m often amazed at the fantasies women have. Prior to this, I’d never had a fantasy wherein I WANTED to strip a woman nude in public, nor humiliate her. But, I decided to take her lead and see if I could finish this as her ultimate fantasy.

So I wrote the rest. I always thought the public stripping scene was a bit over the top, but that is what I have gotten the most reaction from women about – and, to be honest, I only care about the reaction from women… Sorry guys.

The over all reaction to Strip Dice has been positive. But, it has not been universal. One woman hated it, and told me that I knew nothing of erotica, nor what makes a woman turned on. 

Another woman told me that she read it at work, and had to go to the bathroom to relive herself, and that she almost came just from reading it at her desk. That reaction is more like what I hoped for.

As for the original Lee… I have no idea what her reaction was. After she received the story, she disappeared. I mean, completely. She never replied, or answered me in any way. In fact, she even deleted her screen handle, and vanished. I have no idea what to make of that.

Fantasies effect people differently. Maybe she got scared, thinking I knew who she really was (I didn’t). Maybe she was offended. Or maybe she was married and her husband found her AOL account. Who can know? Anything is possible.

As for the woman who almost had the orgasm at the desk… she decided after reading it that she had to meet me.

So, one woman read it and vanished. Another read it and arranged a meeting.

As I said… fantasies are funny things…
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