"I'm going to give you a dance you'll remember for the rest of your life," she purred, as she grabbed his arm, spun him round and pushed him backwards, letting him thump into the seat. The music gently filling the room from the speakers on the table masked his involuntary intake of breath as her sudden forcefulness surprised him.
"Remember, no touching, Matt," she breathed in his ear as she sat down astride his lap. She sat upright, her thighs either side of his and took a hold of his wrists, and placed them either side of him on the chair. "Keep your hands there. You're not going to need them." Then she winked.
With a seductive smile, she leaned back, her pelvis pressing into his as she continued, arching her back until her head was on the small table in the middle of the room. Then, in time with the music, she began to pump her hips on his, as if she was riding him.
Matt took a deep breath as his body immediately responded to this sultry woman gyrating on him, grinding her crotch on his through her thin black panties with the silver lace.
She bumped him extra hard, then four beats later the same again, then once more. Her hips resumed their quick movement, rocking on him in time with the music.
"Oh, Jesus," he muttered, feeling his cock begin to rise in his jeans. With his hands at his sides he could feel it getting thicker and longer, growing down the right leg of his trousers. Without adjustment it was going to get painful.
She flicked herself back upright on his lap, a graceful and erotic movement that placed her chest right in front of his face. Matt licked his lips, acutely aware of her breathing and the rise and fall of her breasts.
He felt her hand slip around behind his neck and she began to slowly ride him, in slow motion, grinding her hips on him, her flat taught stomach rolling with each movement.
"Oh, Jeez," he repeated.
Her hands came up to her chest, barely a foot from his face and her fingers glided slowly over her bra, tender fingertips caressing the material until they met in the middle. Her hands continued downward, across her stomach and around her sides, ending up behind her. A smooth graceful motion had the bra undone and then she rolled her head back and thrust her chest forward as it slid off her shoulders.
The shape of her breasts moved within inches of Matt's face and as his mouth dropped open of it's own volition, suddenly she swung away again, her left hand landing on his forehead. Matt felt his head being held firmly agianst the seat as she rose onto her knees, her breasts hovering deliciously over his open mouth.
He watched in agonisingly close detail as her free hand caressed her nipple for a moment and then she brought it towards his mouth. Matt's tongue flickered out, so close, aching to taste her tight little pink nub, longing to suck it into his mouth and pleasure her.
Her body swayed, bringing her nipple closer then swinging away out of reach by a few inches, then back again once more. Matt's tongue darted out at each swaying movement, but her hand held his head firmly in place, his tongue as little as an inch out of reach of it's target.
He groaned, an involuntary sound that brought her nipple closer. His tongue stretched out, as far as he could make it reach and he strained as she inched her breast in, closer and closer until he was sure he would be able to lick her nipple. He positively ached for it, and it was all he could do to keep his hands at his sides and not drag her into his mouth.
She released his head from the seat, but before Matt could smother her nipple in his mouth she stood up, swaying her hips from side to side above him, slowly shuffling backwards for a moment, before she suddenly dropped to a crouch.
With the lightest of touches, her hands spread his knees apart, and her head darted between his legs, down low, almost under his balls, and he felt her nose touching the material of his trousers.
"Holy fuck," he growled, his breathing deep, his cock straining tight against the inner leg of his trousers as she moved her head around his groin.
Her tongue darted out a moment later, right at the bottom of his fly, pressing through the denim on the base of his shaft, then slowly probing along the length of his cock, it's bulge easily visible. It continued, sometimes above, sometimes below, but always in contact until her tongue met the tip of his trapped erection.
Her eyes rose to meet his. "Now this won't do, will it?" she purred, barely audibly. Her hands slid down the inside of his thighs, her right caressing the underside of his balls, the left positioning itself under his cock, and as Matt gasped, she maneuvred his erection until it was upright in his trousers.
Her tongue dragged itself up his fly, bulging from the contained erection, from bottom to the tip and for a couple of seconds her head bobbed up and down, as if she was sucking him off. Matt felt a desperate need to wrap his fingers in her hair and hold her in place, but before he could lose control and grab her she had moved again.
This time she half stood and turned around, her back now to him, her luscious, gorgeous arse cheeks in front of him. Again he licked his lips as they slowly lowered onto his waist, nudging a little from side to side until he could feel his erection nestled between the cheeks.
She slowly dragged her arse down the length of his cock, and as Matt's head pressed back against the chair in blissful agony, she slowly rode back up him. Her hands rose to either side of her head, lacing themselves in her hair as she began to slowly ride his cock, stroking his shaft up and down with every motion.
Matt was in heaven. If it was possible to fuck someone without penetrating them, then this was it, and she was really going to town on him. As her arse dragged up and down either side of his cock, she leaned back slowly until her head lay on his right shoulder. He could feel her breath on his neck as he looked at her breasts, her nipples tight and hard and agonisingly close, yet still out of reach.
He shivered as her tongue darted out, caressing the skin of his neck, slowly tracing an invisible pattern higher and higher until his ear was sucked into her mouth. Matt's eyes closed, the sensations all over his body becoming more intense by the second as she manipulated his senses.
His eyes snapped back open as she released his ear from her mouth and he watched as her fingertips took a light grip on her nipple, twisting it slightly, pulling it a little, making it stiffer and harder as she pressed herself down on his cock.
"Fuck," he said, his voice thick with desire.
She slowly sat upright, her arse lifting off his cock as she stood and bent over, yet her hand darted down, caressing his erection as if reassuring it. Matt could see right between her legs and the outline of her pussy through the black panties. His heart raced in hope that she was about to take them off.
Her knees bent again, bouncing her arse off his cock a couple of times as if she was riding him, but her legs straightened again a moment later and one of her hands moved between her legs, a finger tracing the the lips of her pussy and continuing between the cheeks of her arse.
Matt licked his lips again as the finger continued up past her cheeks, stopping at the waistband of her panties and hooking inside.
"Please," he mouthed silently, smiling as the finger began to draw her panties down, inch by inch, right in front of him. They peeled slowly from her skin, She bent over right in front of him, presenting him with the best possible view, close up.
Matt took a deep breath, his heart racing as his eyes focusse on her imminently visible slit, yet she twisted her body a half-turn to the right, teasing him further. He could see the wicked grin on her face as she watched his reaction, swaying her arse from side to side as she slid her underwear down over her hips, then slowly down her thighs, dropping them to the floor.
Matt wanted her desperately to resume her previous position, yet she continued swaying her hips before him, side on so he couldn't get a glimpse of what he longed to see. His cock was aching for attention and he shifted his hips a little to try and ease the pressure.
She paused, stopped the swaying of her hips and placed a hand back on his forehead. The view of her body in profile just intensified Matt's lust and he was sure he could hear his heart thumping above the beats of the pulsing music in the room.
He gasped as she moved quickly, a graceful fluid motion that suddenly had her feet either side of his hips with her hips above his head, her gorgeous pussy right in front of his face. Matt swallowed, an unconscious reaciton to the sight before him.
As he watched, she held his head in place, barely a foot away from her naked pelvis and she slid her free hand slowly down over her stomach, over her hip and then onto her shaven mound. Her fingernails traced in circles on the sensitive skin and Matt was sure there were goosebumps there, so delicate was her touch.
Her fingers slid lower, caressing the lips of her pussy, sliding back and forth along either side and Matt mouth opened wide as she slid her middle finger inside her, a quick dip that accepted her whole finger with no hesitation. Her finger slowly began to slide back out yet darted back in as deep as it would go. She arched her back as she fingered herself, and Matt licked his lips, feeling as if his cock got any harder it would burst.
As he watched she slid her finger free from the depths of her pussy, and as she brought it towards Matt's mouth he opened wide, pressing forward to meet it, wanting nothing more in that instant than to suck her finger clean and taste her wetness.
Instead, her other hand pressed firmly on his forehead keeping him in place and his eyes flickered up to hers, seeing the delightful smirk of a born tease on her beautiful features. She slowly opened her mouth and placed her wet finger on her tongue, tasting herself, as she licked it clean.
Her hands moved to either side of his head and her pelvis began to sway towards him. He felt his head get yanked back a little and he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue up, desperately hoping to taste her, to pleasure her and to feel her writhing on him. He knew he was breathing fast, was aroused beyond belief, and he wanted this girl.
His tongue probed as her pussy got closer, longing to make contact with that beautiful moist haven, yet she remained just out of reach. Her hips rocked back and forth in front of him, and he could smell her, sense that she was aroused too. She was too close for him to see but it was all instinct.
Each time he tried to lift his head and plunge into her with his tongue she either pressed his head back into the seat or her hips swayed just out of reach. She was an incredible tease and she was playing him like an expert. He was overcome with desire, longing to taste her, touch her, or possess her, trapped by the knowledge that if he pushed his luck and used his hands or used his strength to taste her he would have broken the trust she had in him and his feet wouldn't touch the floor until he was on his face out on the street. She was in control and she was adamant.
As she stood there above him, her pussy barely inches from his mouth, he took a chance and pushed his tongue forward, then pulled the back of his head from the seat.
Matt was in heaven the instant that the tip of his tongue slid between her lips, immediately tasting her scent, her arousal. He flicked his tongue up, seeking and finding that delicious little bud that maximised the pleasure and he dragged his tongue firmly up it, flicking upwards with the very tip of his tongue.
It had been only a second, probably not even that, yet he saw the expression of pleasure cross her face at the same time as her back arched and her pussy lifted back out of reach. The hands on his head pressed him back, yet Matt was exultant. He'd tasted her, she was wet, and it was all he could think of.
She began to sway to the pulsing music, now further away from him, but as his eyes slid slowly up her body Matt thought she had never looked hotter. His eyes met hers and he could see the intensity of her eyes, staring at him as if trying to decide something only she knew. He hoped she would decide to give him another taste.
Matt watched as she bent at the knees, her feet still either side of his hips and her hands slid to behind his neck as she slowly squatted down onto his hips, bringing her to a similar position to when she had first started the dance for him, although now she was naked, he was hard and he knew she was wet.
He felt her pussy resting on his erection, only the denim of his trousers separating them and then she lifted free of him, her hips rising and falling a moment later further down his cock. A slow, body-arching movement dragged her pussy up the length of his erection and Matt growled in intensity of the pleasure and desire coursing through him.
She repeated the movement again, then a third time, and then as he was thrusting up to meet her she paused, leaving him there humping his jeans. She smiled, and Matt smiled too, knowing he was being manipulated by a master and not caring. He was loving every second of it.
She slid back and lowered her feet to the floor. Her body swayed, twisted and danced for him between his thighs, shadows and light flickering over her skin with each movement. As she rotated slowly Matt glanced down at her arse, firm and taught yet shapely enough for him to want to bury his face in it.
She backed into him, the back of her knees hitting the inside of his thighs and then she slowly lowered herself down, resuming the position she'd held earlier, her cheeks enveloping his erection through his trousers and she began to rock her hips.
She leaned back, this time to his left. Her head came down on his shoulder as she continued to rock up and down his pelvis, jerking him off, making him gasp. She sucked his ear in her mouth again, intensifying things further for Matt, further than he could handle.
"Did you enjoy your little taste?" she whispered in his ear, her voice husky.
Matt nodded, his eyes closed. He longed to lift his hands and grab her hips, her breasts, anything to keep her in place. The constant motion on his cock was going to make him cum, he knew, but he didn't care he was still dressed, didn't have any thoughts beyond the pleasure of that moment.
"Thrusting your tongue into my wet little pussy like a bad boy?" she continued, drawing a groan from Matt as her arse worked his cock. He could feel his breathing deepen. His balls begin to tighten and he knew it wouldn't be long.
"And now you want to cum, don't you?" she whispered.
"Yes," Matt gasped. He felt her suck in his earlobe once more, releasing it quickly. Her hips took a longer and slower ride down his cock.
"You want to touch me, don't you?" She whispered. "To grab me, to take me, to fuck me."
Matt's cock was going to explode and he knew it. His breath was coming in sharp gasps now, hard and fast as She lay on top of him, working his cock with her arse, working his mind with her words.
He felt her hands fasten on his wrists, lifting them both. She pulled them up to meet her rocking hips and he gripped a hold of them, holding them in place to push his cock against, but she continued to arch her back, riding his length up and down, manipulating his cock. He could feel it start to happen and his entire body tensed up.
"Is my arse going to make you cum, Matt," she whispered in his ear.
Before Matt could reply she tensed her cheeks, gripping him and her hips rocked fast, much faster than before, riding him hard and firm through his trousers. It sent him right over the edge.
His breathing changed, deep fast pants of breath mixed with groans, right in her ear. His cock pumped out spurt after spurt of cum onto the inside of his boxers. His body exploded in waves of pleasure, hard surges of bliss as she manipulated him into and through his orgasm.
"Good boy," she murmured, jerking him off with the cheeks of her arse.
Moments later Matt's hands fell away from her hips, exhausted and sated as the last of his orgasm washed over him. She lay still across his body now, relaxed and motionless. Her tongue darted out and traced a circle on his neck.
"Did you enjoy the dance, Matt?" she asked quietly as he lay there panting.
He nodded, not really capable of words or coherent sentences.
"And it's a dance you'll remember for the rest of your life, isn't it?" she said. He could hear the the wickedness in her voice with a hint of self-satisfaction for a job well done.
He nodded. "F... fuck yes," he stammered a moment later. "Incredible."
She kissed him on the cheek, a surprisingly tender and gentle kiss, her right hand coming up to hold him in place. "My pleasure," she murmured.
"God, you were good." he blurted out loud.
"Oh, I know I'm good," she said, smirking. |
