Private Dancer

Scene One

I ring the doorbell. You must be upstairs, I think as I wait. You know it's me. You're expecting me. I try the knob and then enter through the door you have left unlocked. I walk slowly up the stairs and into the bedroom. You're sitting on the bed, but dressed; watching something on TV.

"Hi," I say with a smile as I walk over to the bed and bend to kiss you. "Please turn off the TV."

You look up surprised, but comply.

"Now bring your office chair over here in the middle of the room."

Now you look really confused. It is totally unlike me to come in and take charge of our time together like this. I sense that you know something is going on, but aren't quite sure what. You get up to move the chair.

"Sit down in the chair and wait for me."

You do as I request. You're clearly not sure of what is happening.

"Here are the rules. You don't get to touch me unless I specifically ask you to. And yes, you will do anything and everything that I ask you to do. Talking is highly encouraged. Tell me what you like, what you want more of. Tell me what you want me to do – to myself and to you. Tell me what you want to do to me. The more you talk, the better it will be. Are you ready," I tease. "Oh yah, you're ready."

I walk slowly around the room turning off the lights, lighting the oil lamp and a few candles. The glow of the lamp and the candles cast shadows around the quiet room. I place a CD in the boom box. A hard driving beat fills the room and I begin to dance. I move my hips to the rhythm. It is strong and powerful, just like I am. You sit in silent wonderment at this crazed woman dancing wildly around the bedroom, just out of your reach. I dance around the room, free and uninhibited. The music is hot and I am hotter. My hips sway and gyrate to the rhythm. I shake my boobs and my ass. I am psyched.

Then for a moment there is silence before the sultry sounds of a very sexy, slow song fill the room. A deep sigh is heard. I stand close to you, looking deep into you eyes.

"I am your private dancer. I'll do what you want me to do, but not for money, for the pure pleasure of our bodies together."

I begin to move in time with the music; this time sensuously and seductively. As you watch, I slowly begin to strip, for you, only for you.

There is a long silk scarf under the lapel of my jacket. I slide it off and across my face. I move closer to you and slide it across your face. It is soft and smooth and suggests the feel of my skin against yours. I drape the scarf around your neck.

Next, the zipper of my suit jacket slides down easily to reveal a lacy white blouse. I let the jacket fall to the floor. I begin to unbutton my blouse. My gaze never leaves you as I continue to move my hips in response to the music. The blouse falls open to reveal my lush, full breasts, confined by a lacy white bra. I move toward you and you reach out to touch me.

"Uh, uh, not yet, remember? You'll get your turn," I whisper.

My body is very close to yours now. Sometimes the soft lace of my bra rubs against your arm. I wonder if you can feel the heat of my body as it moves gracefully around yours. The music continues and so does my dance. I play with the scarf, alternately draping it over my body and then yours.

My hands move across my breasts, gripping each in a hand. My nipples are tight little points peeking through the lacy fabric. I gently slide my blouse off. It drops to the floor. My hands continue to move across my body; down each side of my hips and across my gently rounded tummy. Seductively I slide my skirt up revealing a glimpse of the tops of my stockings and garters. My hips gyrate sensuously in front of you. I can feel you watching as I reach behind to unzip my skirt. It falls to the floor and reveals a lacy white garter belt and stockings. I kick the clothes out of the way and move slowly toward you.

I use the silk scarf across my body and yours. I use it to pull your face to mine. Occasionally I bend to kiss you. My tongue glides across the smoothness of your teeth. I suck on your lower lip. I run my fingers through your hair and trace the outline of your nose and cheekbones with my finger. My tongue grazes your ear, sliding along the outer edge. I blow softly and kiss gently. I can feel your body quiver.

Stepping back slightly, I bury your face in the warm softness of my breasts. Your eyes are closed. I hope my image is imprinted on your mind. Your mouth reaches instinctively to suckle at my nipples. You are gentle, but insistent. My hands dance all over your body. You sigh deeply.

The music picks up a bit in tempo.

I move away deliberately just out of your reach. My hips are moving in response to the music and to the touch of my hands. You watch mesmerized as I grab hold of each breast. I cup their fullness in each hand and massage with the firm, steady pressure that I prefer. I move each nipple between thumb and finger and squeeze. My breasts are completely out of the bra now so I reach behind and unhook it. I move forward and drape the bra over your face so that you can breath in the smell of me. I reach down and bend my head to take a nipple in my mouth. I suck hard and you see my teeth take the hard little point between them.

My hips continue to respond to the music. I move my hands firmly over the front of my body. I trace patterns over my tummy and move each hand down my hips and across to the sweet spot between my legs. The silk scarf slides across my breasts and then between my legs. I reach up above me to run my hands through my own hair. It is thick and full and falls gently across my face. My fingers trail across my lips. My mouth opens. Gently my finger probes my mouth. I close my eyes, slowly sliding my finger around my lips and in and out of this warm, moist spot.

I open my eyes and gaze at you; drinking in your essence. I smile gently as I come toward you. Moving behind you, I lean into your back. My head and arms come across your shoulders from either side. I begin to unbutton your shirt. My hands are warm and gentle as they move across your chest. I reach down and take your nipples between my fingers. It is no surprise to me that they are as tight and hard as mine. I slip the shirt off your shoulders and run my hands all along the wonderful width of you broad shoulders and down the length of your arms. I take my time; absorbing each and every point of definition in your strong, sinewy arms and across your powerful chest. I push you forward slightly in the chair and brush my breasts against your back. I bend down and kiss the back of your neck gently tracing your spine with my tongue down its length. My hands continue to massage your arms and chest. Then you lean your head back and feel the soft pillow of my breasts.

Slowly I move around you, brushing my body against you until I stand in front of you. I straddle your left thigh and place one stockinged foot on your right thigh. You watch as I move my fingers around the perimeter of my mouth and begin again to gently probe its depth. My head falls back as my mouth continues to suck on the fingers of one hand. I balance myself with one hand on your shoulder. When my wet fingers emerge from my mouth, I move them directly to

your mouth. Immediately you begin to suck. We're both imagining my mouth on your penis.

I feel your hand reach down between my legs. You look up into my face with a look of puzzlement on your face. Your fingers have encountered some foreign object that you were not expecting.

"Uh, uh," I remind you. "Just wait."

I move again. With my backside to you, I wiggle out of my panties. I reach down to pick them up, turn quickly around and hold them under your nose. I hear you inhale deeply. The scent of me fills the space between us. I press your face again into my breasts and slowly lower myself to the floor. I lean back and raise my legs to rest on your thighs. I begin to finger my clitoris. As you watch in amazement, I slowly begin to slide a strand of black beads out of my vagina. With each tug, my hips buck and I moan. The pleasure of removing these beads, every so slowly from my vagina is exquisite. As the full strand appears, with one hand I bring it to my face to breath in the scent of me. My other hand has quickly filled the empty space. There is a kind of pleasure/pain that comes when the hollow of me that should be filled with you, is empty. My fingers fill the sweet spot between my legs. They slide easily into my vagina. It is so wet. I look up and can see the size and strength of your penis straining against your jeans. My fingers slowly move in and out of my vagina. You reach out to grab my arm; your eyes never leaving my crotch. I allow you to pull me up, but then back away.

"Patience, patience. You'll get your turn," I say as my hands move yours away from my body.

I drape the black beads around your neck and trail the strand across your lips. Your mouth opens and you begin to suck on the sweet beads. My fingers are dripping with that same sweet juice. I lean forward and trace the outline of your lips with my fingers. The beads fall around your neck as you open your mouth. I insert my fingers, letting you really savor the familiar sweetness of me. You gently suck on each finger. Your eyes never leave mine. You clearly are ready for this dance to be interactive.

You stand up and reach to pull me toward you. You open your mouth to me. I want to savor that sweet taste too. This time I don't resist your touch and our kiss is long and deep. Our mouths are locked together. Your hands move intently across my backside pulling my body to yours. Your tongue demands a response. I can feel the strength of your penis through the thick fabric of your jeans. I move my breasts against your bare chest and my hands move down working to finally unleash your throbbing penis. With my mouth never leaving yours, I unloose your belt and unzip your fly. Your pants open. Our kisses are deep. I can feel the heat off your body. I can feel how much you want me. I reach under the waistband of your BVD's and slide them off. You move our bodies in unison to step out of your pants.

Scene Two

The intensity of my kisses lessens as I try to pull my body away from yours. You have different ideas. Your hands automatically reach behind me again and grab the soft and yielding cheeks of my ass, pulling me closer toward you again. I return your kiss. My legs are close together, immediately in front of you. I move gently, sometimes catching a touch of that hard, hot pleasure tool, your penis. It is never far from my mind and I often find myself wet and ready for you while only remembering the feel of you. Now I want the reality of you. The beads could never replace you.

I push you back down in the chair. I drop to my knees in front of you.

"Go for it girl," you growl.

And I do. With one swift, but infinitely gentle movement, my whole mouth comes around your rock hard shaft and I deep throat you. I hear you moan.

"Girl, that feels incredible; so deep. It feels fantastic when you move you mouth around and my cock moves against the back of your throat. I don't think I've ever been in so deep. It feels so fucking good. Don't stop"

My mouth loving caresses your penis. I slowly move up and down the full length of your shaft. My tongue circles lightly around the very tip. I taste the little bit of semen that escapes. I gently spread that little opening with my tongue. I take the whole of you into my mouth again. I can feel the rock-hard, solid strength of you in this most wonderful part of your body. I am so hot and ready for you. My mouth is filled with warmth and moisture. I love the feel of you in my mouth. Your penis is really wet and slippery now as my mouth moves in a delicate dance over and around it.

My hands come forward and gently grasp your hard, hot shaft as my mouth falls lower and begins to fondle your testicles. I suck and lick with my tongue, even as my hand is stroking your penis. I reach underneath your testicles and tenderly press on the perineum, stimulating your prostate gland. You lean further back in the chair, pushing your bottom further off the edge. The fingers of one hand move to gently tease your ass. I can go on forever. You feel so good to me. Up and down my mouth slides over your cock. I deep throat you again and hear you moan. Keeping the full length of your penis deep inside my mouth, I move just slightly. We can both feel the tip of your penis rub against the back of my throat. I begin to suck really deeply. I want you to feel completely surrounded by the warmth of my mouth. My hand comes around your penis again and pushes deeply against your groin. My touch is firm, but tender. My hand is sliding quickly, up and down the full length of you. My tongue dances over the tip.

I hear you whisper, "I don't want to come now. You need to let up with your hand."

I gently ease the pressure, slowing the motion of my mouth while removing my hand. I really don't want to stop. I also don't want you to come. Not yet.

I rise to a standing position directly in front of you. We both take a moment to catch our breath. The slow seductive music continues to fill the room. My hips begin to move again. I back away from you and dance, a sexy slow dance, again just out of your reach. You watch. I lose myself in the pleasure of my own body. My hands move over my soft curves.

I can feel your impatience growing. I'm beginning to push your limits. I come close again and you reach for me. I am melting and allow myself to be pulled toward you.

Your fingers find the sweet wet spot between my legs. You shove them deeply into my vagina. I lean my head back and allow the wonderful sensation to wash over me. Your hands are big and strong and you are at once gentle and firm. One finger; then two. You fill me up. I love the feel of you. You know my body. You know what I like.

You reach up and stick your wet fingers into my mouth. I suck wildly and my hips gyrate against your other hand. You stand. One hand is still in my mouth. The other grabs my bottom and pulls it tight against your penis. I spread my legs. I am wet. You're not inside me, but sliding your penis in and out between my legs. With each thrust forward and then again back, my swollen clitoris is stroked by the hardness of your penis. I can feel myself coming to the edge with the first orgasm of the night. I am so turned on by you. With both hands now, you firmly guide my hips back and forth over your shaft until I cry out in delight. We've only just begun.

Scene Three

I feel some resistance as I sit you down in the chair again.

"Watch me," I whisper huskily. "This is all for you."

I move away from you to lean against the footboard of the bed. Bending forward, I stick my bottom high in the air, hoping to provide a clear view of my ass and my pussy. I am still swaying in response to the slow seductive tempo of the music. I can feel your eyes on me as I begin to finger myself. I am already really wet. One hand is required to steady myself, but the other dances over my engorged clit. I move slowly, but with a firm amount of pressure. I like it slightly hard. I rub and squeeze the outer lips of my labia together. My fingers move in and out of my vagina. I am more than ready. I need something inside me. My hand moves away for only a moment and returns with one of our toys. I shove the vibrator hard into my swollen vagina. I thrust it in and out as my hips continue to gyrate in front of you

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Finally, you can take no more. I feel you rise and come toward me. Feeling your sudden movement, I stop and turn to face you. You grab me intently and pull my whole body against yours as you open your mouth to mine.

You kiss me deeply and then whisper roughly in my ear, "Turn around. Just like you were."

I turn. Instead of bending over, I push my body up against yours. I love the feel of you behind me. You reach one arm around my shoulders and bury your head in my neck. Your kisses are stronger; your tongue more demanding as you circle my ear. I am aware of your ragged breathing. Your other hand has reached down to my pussy. You cup your hand over my pubic bone and pull my backside firmly against yours. The sexual tension is palatable.

With one firm push, you bend me over again and fall to your knees behind me. This is not what I expected. Yet another surprise.

"Shoulders down. Ass up," you order.

Your hands grab the cheeks of my ass firmly. I feel the hot wetness of your tongue against my tailbone. Your tongue slides up and down the crack of my ass. You nibble with your teeth, firmly on my soft cheeks. Your mouth is all over me. The fingers of one hand play with my clit. I am so wet. Your tongue circles the tiny opening of my ass. I can feel your fingers moving inside me now; I can feel the tips pounding against my cervix. You push hard and deep, your mouth never leaving my body. I can feel the gentle, but insistent nibbling of your teeth, the rough texture of you beard. I cry out.

"Oh that feels so good. Harder. Deeper. I want you. Oh how I want you. Bite my ass. Slam your fingers into me as far as you can. I want all of you. Don't stop."

The intensity is increasing rapidly. I have lost all sense of the music and the dance. Now it is only our bodies demanding all of each other. This is so intentional. I like the rough edge that this coupling has taken on. There is a raw sense of pure maleness in you. It really turns me on. Your touch is hard and strong.

I know that I can trust you. You are strong and powerful. You are demanding. But I never lose the sense of your care and concern for me. I know that you would never hurt me.

You stand. Immediately I feel the hot hardness of your penis against me. You thrust yourself into my open and ready vagina. I cry out again.

"Oh yes. Fill me up. I want all of you deep inside me."

Time stops. For a moment we stand completely still, focused totally on the power of our bodies, the intensity of this moment.

The music still fills the room, but our concentration is now totally focused on each other. In that moment of stillness, I feel your manhood entering and completely filling my woman's special place. It is one of the greatest miracles of life, played out over and over again through eternity, always different, always the same.

You begin to move; to rock hard, back and forth, bending your knees and thrusting with power and grace, the huge length and girth of your penis into my wet and waiting vagina. I sense a different level of arousal in you. The private dance has brought you to new heights. I can feel it in your touch. You are at the edge, ready to explode. But you are ever the patient and considerate lover and always provide for my pleasures first. You push hard against my bottom. Your large, strong hands grip my hips and guide their movements. My tendency is to move very quickly. We both like it when you slow the pace and force a more controlled sensation, at least for a while. I slow in response to your unspoken communication and hold still as you probe my vagina with your penis. You come at me from above and below and from the side. Each position offers a slightly different sensation; touching off a slightly different response. Each is incredible. I feel your testicles slap against my ass with each thrust.

I am totally turned on and responsive to you. The juices are flowing and my entire genital area is wet, warm and slippery. You move your penis in and out with ease; sometimes deliberately sliding it out. There is almost a sense of pain when my vagina is emptied of your penis, but the quick stimulation of my clitoris begins to appease me. You continue to move, sliding your penis back and forth against my swollen slit; sometimes unexpectedly entering me again. I cry out; my sounds filling the room.