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Dancer
God, it's a slow night, she thought. Her G-string was not cooperating as she
pulled it up her taut thighs. Beside her lay the lace corset she was to wear. I
hate working weeknights, she grumbled aloud. Fortunately, noone was around,
otherwise Charlie might get wind, and fire her altogether. Noone wants a dancer
who can't get into the act. She pulled the string high into the crack of her
ass, and admired herself in the mirror. She ran her fingers down her bare
cheeks, and smiled. God, I look sexy, she thought. The high heels seemed to make
her long legs even more sultry and inviting. Slowly, she stretched, and watched
herself as her skin stretched and pulled. Her breasts swayed free from any
encumbering bra, and bobbed slightly as she righted herself. She grabbed the
corset, and donned it, pulling tightly on the drawstrings. Her breasts seemed to
swell as the silk material bunched in around her, pushing them up and in. A
white dress- easily removable, was just what she needed to complete the outfit.
Then, her thoughts moved back to the crowd outside. She sighed, and felt a
slight dejection. There was noone, really, who seemed to get her in the mood.
But, that had happened before, and it would happen again. It appeared as if she
would have to make the best of it as usual. Being an erotic dancer wasn't easy,
even if she did clear over $300 a night.
The noise and commotion outside drew her attention once more, and she heard the
DJ announce her name. She walked out of the dressing room, and into the club.
She had managed that walk- the one that she knew would drive the men crazy- and
it made her feel good to know that men were looking at HER. She walked out on
the stage, to a thumping beat. Good. Something to really move to. She started
twirling around on the lighted table, feeling the men's eyes on her body like
physical hands.
She was being made love to in every one of these men's minds, and she loved it.
It made her feel unbelievanbly sexy to be the object of so many men's desires.
In her perverse fantasies, a select group of four or five men would come up on
stage and take her, right then and there.
She twirled around, and saw him. He was there, sitting right at the table,
plucking out dollar bills from his pocket. She hadn't even taken off one piece
of clothing, and yet he was ready. She couldn't take her eyes off of him, his
presence was that commanding. Even so, there was a show to do. She reminded
herself, one must remain detached. You are their fantasies, that's all.
The dress inched down her body, exposing the corset and her garter belt. Soon,
it had left her body completely, and she kicked it aside with a slight gesture
of her foot. Instantly, she felt better. There was someone worthing dancing to,
and he would PAY. As she moved, she felt herself getting warmer, and more
comfortable with the dance. She went over to one side of the table, opposite of
where he was sitting. She ground her crotch into the young man's face, humping
the air. She could see the embarrassment and anxiousness in his face, and then
smiled. He slid the dollar underneath the corset, afraid to put it inside the
G-string. She stood up, and bent over, her ass inviting a dollar bill from the
young man's companion. She looked straight ahead at the man at the other end of
the table, and watched as he stared back at her, eyes crinkled as he smiled
sardonically. How cocky he is, she thought. We'll see how he lasts. She moved up
and into the center of the table, and did a complete split, her back to him. She
knew that her ass could hold anyone's attention, and she was right. As she
spread herself on the cold table top, she felt better. Her legs splayed apart,
where she usually liked them, and only a small piece of fabric between her most
private place, and him. She rolled onto her back, and arched it, giving him a
perfect view down the corset. She opened her legs wide open, leaving her core
open to the other side of the table. Rolling onto her hands and knees, she
crawled towards him, her back arching and her chest heaving. She stood up just
in front of him, and undid the corset ties. The silk fabric fell away, and her
exposed breasts tightened and smoothed. All the while, she gyrated her hips
towards him. She bent her knees, and lay on her side in front of him. She lifted
a leg, and brought the high heel down behind the other one, allowing ample room
for him to insert his dollar. He raised the dollar, and with his other hand,
pulled the G- string away from her body. He wedged the dollar lower into her
crotch. When she looked at him, it happened. He smiled, and opened his mouth.
His tongue came out and flicked at her.
She gaped. His tongue was at least six inches long!
She started at him for a long time, unable to believe what she had just seen. It
was the first time she had ever been shocked like that at work, and she had seen
a lot. More importantly, she felt something that scared her. Something inside of
her wanted that tongue, and wanted it NOW. Immediately, she felt her juices
flowing, and realized that she had to get off the stage, or otherwise it might
prove embarrassing.
Somehow she managed to get up, gather her things, and walk calmly down the
stairs into the dressing room. On her way in, she told Mike, the bouncer, to
have the man come into the room after her. He protested at first, but her
pleading look finally made him give in.
She went into her dressing room, and heard a knock on the door. She told whoever
it was to come in, and sure enough, he was there. She waved him in.
"Follow me," she said. He follwed her into a closet, where they kept the outfits
which the ladies wore.
In the closet, there was a shelf. She sat upon it, and raised one leg beside
her. "If you're going to wave that thing around, you might as well use
it." He raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. She put her hands on his head, and
guided it down to her pulsing core. Her G- string was already soaked, and the
thin fabric running up and through her crotch was making her even hotter.
He knelt down and kissed her through the tiny fabric. He grabbed her ass with
his hands, and positioned her on the edge of the shelf. He pulled at the G-
string with one hand, and by lifting her off the shelf was able to remove the
flimsy piece of material. She pulled at his hair, to get going. He flicked his
tongue at her, and sure enough, it was as large as she had thought. The first
thing he did was smile at her completely shaved nakedness. With such a small
piece of costume, it made sense, but still it made life a lot easier.
He ran the tip of his tongue up and over her slit, never touching it, but simply
running circles over and around. She raised her other leg onto the shelf, and
thrust her pelvis into his mouth. With one long lick, he licked the back of her
love canal, the small portion of skin between her ass and pussy, up through her
slit, and rested on her clit. She almost screamed, but caught herself just in
time. Her legs, however, couldn't remain poised on the shelf. They slid down
into a perfect split on the shelf, and she leaned back into the wall.
Without using his hands and only his tongue, he opened her lips wider, and
spread them apart. He ran his tongue up one lip, and down the other, pausing in
the middle, encircling her clit. As he did, she shuddered. She knew that it
wouldn't be long before she came; it never was. Grinding her groin in men's
faces had long prepared her for this. Then he did it.
He flattened his tongue, and lapped up her pussy. The extra area touched all of
her parts, and her eyes fluttered open in ecstasy. He looked up at her, and when
she looked down on him, he showed her his tongue in full length. She watched as
he rolled it, and then returned his attention to her hole. In one thrust, he
forced it inside of her. It was too much. She gasped as it reached inside of
her. It was so damn long! Somehow, he managed to make licking motions inside of
her, and she lost all control. She was coming violently, grabbing his head and
pushing it into her, making his tongue go as far as it could.
He flattened his tongue inside her, and made more lapping motions. He caressed
places inside her body she didn't even know existed. She felt her muscles
groping and pulling at his tongue, stretching it inside of her. He rotated his
tongue around her inner walls, licking violently. Her orgasm was soon followed
by another, just as powerful. His tongue had explored her just as deeply as it
would have had it been a dick, and she collapsed after her second orgasms
finally subsided.
He wasn't finished, however. He started licking her up and down her slit,
caressing her now full, pouty lower lips. He flicked the tip of his enormous
tongue at her clit, making it protrude slightly from her inner folds. Then, he
closed his lips around it, and sucked gently. She gasped once more, and even
cried out when he started to run his tongue over it inside his mouth.
She was still leaning back, her ass almost entirely over the shelf edge now. He
finished playing with her clit, and started running his tongue around her
muscles leading to her hole. Quickly, he thrust his tongue in and out of her
hole, every once and a while deliving completely inside, teasing her. Each
thrust was met by an equally urgent push by her hips.
He ran his tongue back down her love canal, and focused on her tight asshole. He
ran his tongue gently over it, and ran back up to her clit, then back down. She
worried briefly about what he was doing, but reminded herself that being a
dancer required her to be clean- everywhere. Besides, he was definitely enjoying
himself, and she definitely didn't want him to stop.
He carressed her asshole with the flat of his tongue, until she relaxed. By
prying her muscles with the tip of his tongue, he was able to inch his way in.
Her eyes shot open, as she had never felt this before. This was something new!
Her ass muscles automatically tried to close, but each time his tongue provided
pleasurable resistance. Soon, she was able to control her muscles somewhat,
constricting and relaxing, constricting and relaxing, drawing him in and pulling
him out. He thrust his tongue in and out of her this way, concentrating on her
entrance, knowing that it was definately the most sensitive.
As his tongue lived within her ass, she felt vaguely aware of a completely alien
sensation. Deep within her, where she could not tell, she felt the beginnings of
something powerful. She reached down between her legs with both hands. With one
hand, she played with his hair. With the other, she ran her fingers over her
clit. She massaged her clit with one finger, and thrust three others into her
whole. But still, his tongue explored her ass, and still she felt the coming
onslaught of something unfamiliar.
Deep inside her, it came. It rocked her whole entire body. At the same time, her
whisking fingers caused another orgasm, but it was two different sensations. She
had heard about anal orgasms, but never believed it possible. Now, she was
experiencing one of her own, and making a clitoral orgasm at the same time! Her
eyes rolled back into her head as her entire lower body seemed as if it wer
about to explode. He continued thrusting his tongue in and out of her body,
while she fingered herself into oblivion. All at once, she came. Her own fingers
were being sucked into her slit by her grabbing and pulsating pussy, and she
felt her muscles twitch and grab at his tongue. Every feeling seemed to feed
upon itself. The orgasms never seemed to go away. Her moans were quite loud,
now, but she didn't care. She was lost among a sexual experience she hadn't even
dreamed of.
Fatigued, she fell asleep. She did not know when, but she did not remember her
body slowing down. When she awoke, he was gone, but she was left with the vague
sensations which lingered between her legs.
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