Dancing in Your Dreams:

   The workout today was just not enough to hold Chontay's attention.  A
number of the younger girls were working on movements that Chontay had
mastered long ago.  Truth to tell, all she could think about was Justin.

   The slim redhead wore her simple black leotard with white tights, the
uniform of the dance studio.  Her instructor left her alone, knowing she
was skilled enough to keep herself busy, practicing what she needed.

   Finally, the practice ended.  Thank God!  The girls dispersed, some
heading to the locker room to change, while others just tossing on a
sweatshirt and changing into street shoes, then leaving.  Chontay was one
of those.  Hopefully, she could link up with Justin tonight, and maybe go
to a movie.

   The slight girl, at five foot three she only weighted a hundred pounds,
headed home, already thinking about having Justin's arms about her.  She
didn't bother to change, but headed right for the phone.

   "Hi, mom!" She didn't wait for an answer, and didn't acknowledge her
mom's response.  Quickly she dialed Justin's number.

   His dad answered.  "Sorry Chontay, Justin's over at Steve Deegan's.  I
can take a message if you want."

   "No thanks, I'll just call over there." Chontay hung up.  Bummer.

   Steve only lived a few blocks away, but she really didn't want to
interrupt them.  She didn't want to look like she was hogging all of
Justin's time.  She decided not to call at all.

   The evening passed slowly.  Her family could see she was bummed, but
that didn't stop her brother from making her life hell.  The annoying brat
just wouldn't stop.  Finally she had enough.

   "That's it, I'm going to bed!"

   Her dad, sitting at the table, where he was working on something from
work, looked up and said, "but it's only eight thirty."

   "Yeah, well, I don't have anything better to do!" She could hear the
whining in what she said, and she hated it.  She retreated to her room, her
little brother crying after her, "Time for beddy-bye!  Don't let the bed
bugs bite!  Sleepy-time!  Nighty---"

   "Shut up!" She slammed her door.  "What a brat."

   Since she hadn't gone out, she still wore her leotard.  Absently, she
pulled off her sweatshirt and tossed it in the corner.  Her room was pretty
typical, with the assorted trophies she had earned with her dancing, as
well as the normal pictures that girls seemed to like to decorate their
rooms with.  A full-length mirror hung to the left of the door, next to her
dresser.  Her bed was against the wall, a double that she had had for as
long as she could remember.

   She looked into the mirror, admiring her tight slim body.  She ran her
hands across her stomach, over her hips and up to her small breasts.  She
could imagine Justin running his hands over her, just like that.  She
sighed.

   She slipped the leotard off her shoulders, slowly pulling it down until
she stood with it wrapped about her waist.  Her breasts, tipped with pale
nipples that crinkled slightly in the air-conditioning, were not huge, but
the were beautifully shaped.  She was very proud of her breasts.  She knew
Justin looked at them when he thought she wasn't looking.  She absently
teased her nipples, shutting her eyes and imagining Justin's hands on her.

   She was flushed.  Man, she thought, am I horny or what?  She slipped out
of the leotard completely, pulling the tights down with it.  She kicked the
crumpled clothes toward the corner her sweatshirt occupied.  As she was
turning away, she caught another glimpse of herself in the mirror.

   Looking over one shoulder, her breasts profiled, Chontay ran a hand over
her firm, shapely bottom.  Her body was tight, all over, a very nice
benefit of her dancing.  With one hand on her hip, her other trailed across
her tummy.  She pulled her shoulders back, emphasizing her boobs even more.
Too bad Justin wasn't here!

   She started to pull on an oversized t-shirt, using it as a makeshift
nightie.  Then she paused, thinking.  Why not?

   She left the t-shirt on her dresser and hopped into bed, wearing nothing
but her birthday suit.  She was sensitive enough that the feeling of the
sheets against her bare skin caused little tingles within her.

   Chontay shifted, her hand trailing down her body to brush against her
auburn-covered mound.  If only Justin were here!  Her finger pressed gently
against the side of her silky clit, brushing softly.  She could feel her
body responding, her nipples tightening, her pussy becoming just the
slightest bit damp.

   Before she knew it, her finger was slipping into her hole, becoming
slick with her vaginal fluids.  When she brought her finger back to tease
her clit again, the additional lubrication caused her to wriggle
ecstatically.

   Chontay slowly brought herself to the edge, fantasizing about having
Justin fucking her.  Finally, she couldn't take it any more.  Her body
convulsed.  Shifting slightly, Chontay sighed, thinking she would be able
to sleep now.  Slowly, she dozed off.  #

   Chontay moved gracefully through the halls of the massive house.  Her
flowing sheer robe, open and trailing behind her, did little to conceal her
tiny form.  She wore a simple, silk chemise that dropped to her upper
thighs.  She was moving quickly, dancing down the long corridors, looking
for something, for someone.

   She passed through one door, stepping into a scene from her darkest
imagination.  Men and women, young and old, were in the room.  All were in
various stages of undress, and all wore at least some leather.  Collars,
straps, shackles, whips, and a dozen other things were all in evidence. 
Some of the people knelt, submissive before others.  Chontay swept through
the room, a fresh breeze in the darkness.  What she was looking for was not
in here.

   The next room was a harem.  Pale pinks and blues decorated the huge
hall. Silks and other sheer fabrics were draped everywhere.  Hundreds of
women were lounging about, wearing little or no clothing.  They seemed to
be waiting.  Chontay could see, as she stepped lightly toward the far exit,
that some of the women had decided not to wait, but had moved to one
pillow-covered corner or another and were amusing each other with various
toys.  She heard some of these girls squealing with delight as she moved
into the next room.

   She entered a club.  It was obviously a men's club, with a number of
girls dancing on platforms scattered about the room while the few men
present watched with burning eyes.  Somehow, she knew this was where she
had been heading.  She became absolutely certain when she saw the object of
her search.

   Justin was leaning back in a chair close to one of the platforms,
watching a leggy brunette slowly remove a skirt as she swayed her hips
before him.  Chontay watched Justin's expression as the girl continued to
remove her clothes.  He didn't move an inch.  Shortly, the darkhaired girl
swayed before him completely nude, seeming to offer herself to him. 
Chontay watched as he subtly shook his head 'no.' Then the music ended.

   As the next song began, a huge man grabbed Chontay by the arm.  "Hurry
girl, it's your turn on the stage over there." He waved toward the platform
that Justin still sat before.  The brunette was gone, and no one had come
to take her place.  Suddenly, Chontay knew why she was here.  She was here
to dance!  To dance for Justin!

   She moved quickly to the stairs, then pranced lightly up onto the small
stage.  Most of it was open area, with plenty of room for her to move,
while to one side a smooth, metallic pole ran down from the ceiling.  The
lights were almost blinding, shining directly on her.

   Chontay moved directly to the pole, not looking in Justin's direction.
She spun about, her sheer robe trailing out behind her.  She moved with the
music, intense, focused, feeling Justin's eyes roving over her body.

   The robe drifted to the floor, trailing over the side of the platform.
The shimmery white chemise shifted with her supple body as she moved. 
Whenever she raised her arms high, she knew that Justin could see her
auburn mound, the chemise riding up over her hips to expose it.

   Eventually, the chemise was discarded too.  She danced, moving
sensuously.  Her tight body was fully exposed to Justin, and with each
movement she made, she offered herself to him.  As the dance ended, she
looked directly at him, making the same gesture as the girl before her.

   Justin nodded.  He had accepted her!  He stood and held out a hand to
her.  She took it, and he helped her down the steps.  Without ever
speaking, Justin led her through the crowd of men that had gathered to
watch her dance.  She could feel the eyes of the men on her nude body.

   Justin led her to a small door.  He gestured for her to pass through. 
She knew he would follow her.

   As she entered, the music from the club abruptly ended.  The room was
small, barely big enough for the small bed.  She stood for a second, then
felt Justin's arms encircle her.

   She moaned as he held her tight.  His hands pressed against her flesh,
possessively exploring her.  With his arms tight about her, his chest
pressed tightly against her bare shoulders, Justin moved his hands over her
body.

   One hand found her breasts.  Chontay bit her lip to keep from crying out
as his hand closed on her.  He held her tightly, rolling her tit under his
firm hand.  He captured her nipple and teased it, causing it to become
swollen and erect.  She gasped with pleasure when he moved to the other
nipple, treating it to the same pleasurable torture.

   His other hand pressed firmly against her tight belly.  It gradually
moved down, teasing her auburn muff.  He moved his hand to grasp her
bottom, holding tightly.  She whimpered, yearning to have him explore her
further.

   Abruptly, he pushed her to the bed.  Surprised, she dropped, facedown.
When she looked back, she saw that he was pulling his clothes off.  Soon he
stood there, naked, his hard shaft arching toward her, pulsing with his
desire.

   Chontay was still lying face-down.  Justin moved, his hands firmly
moving up the back of her thighs to surround her beautiful bum.  He
squeezed.  "Oh, yes!" Chontay gasped.

   He was firmly massaging her ass, one hand per cheek, as he knelt between
her spread legs.  How she wanted him to enter her oh-so-ready pussy! 
Glancing over her shoulder, she begged, "please!"

   Justin grabbed her hips, pulling her into a kneeling position.  The head
of his cock found her slit, forcing it's way into her damp, sensitive hole.
"Yes!" Chontay cried, arching her back, and trying to push back, wanting
all of him within her.

   He held her tightly though, and took his time, slowly, inch by inch,
pressing further and further into her.  Finally, finally!, her bottom
pressed against his hips.  The two moved together.  Justin began to fuck
her, ever so slowly, his prick pulling out almost all the way before
stroking back into her wetness.

   Justin reached forward, wrapping his arm about her waist, and pulled her
up.  She knelt before him, his large dick deep within her willing pussy. 
He held her there for a bit, letting her feel him pressing against her
inner flesh.

   Then he pulled away.  Chontay was ready to protest, but he hushed her.
Instead, she watched as he sat on the bed, his cock, glistening with her
juices, standing upright.  "Ride me," he ordered.  She straddled his hips
in a heartbeat, impaling herself on his shaft.

   She bucked against him, every thrust brushing against her aroused clit,
his cock slipping within her easily, filling her twat.  She held tight to
his shoulders as she bucked, unable to control herself.  She was so close
to cumming it hurt!

   She climaxed, shuddering against Justin.  She felt his hands cupping her
ass, helping her ride him.  When she came, he leaned forward, dropping her
back to the bed with him on top.  Then, he took her for his own.

   Justin fucked her like he owned her.  His thrusts were deep, filling her
completely.  She wrapped her legs about his hips, wanting him to fuck her
forever!  Then, unable to hold back, Justin came.  Feeling his shaft swell,
Chontay came again too.  Wrapping her arms tightly about him.  She shrieked
as she came.  #

   Chontay jerked awake.  Oh my God, she thought.  I hope I didn't really
scream.  Her vagina was soaking.  She had obviously just cum.  She thought
about the dream, remembering every detail.  She could still feel Justin's
cock within her!

   Eventually, she fell asleep again, vainly trying to recapture that
dream. As she was drifting off again, she absently wondered if Justin would
like her to 'dance' for him.  She would be more than willing to now!
   END 


  
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