That is how I met Richard, Mitch's best friend since he moved to the big city. They apparently started out as drinking buddies, which then turned into a good, trusting friendship. Perhaps even more, I thought. The guy seemed very decent, and he treated me with a high level of respect while we were out together. At times, he even left the impression of being intimidated by the presence of a woman. He did also seem a little… well, on the gay side, but I was not sure. Had he and my stepbrother ever been a couple I do not believe I will ever know for sure. No more than a week later, they were both in my apartment, ready to see the show. Mitch still hadn't spoken to me about that Saturday, and it was starting to bother me a little. Nevertheless, I was determined to give them both a good show.
“Sit back and relax, boys,” I ordered as I put on the music and placed a little bit of talc on my palms. I swung my leg around the pole and looked each of them in the eyes, smiling. Then I allowed myself to wink at Richard, whose eyes widened in awe at that remark before I started, whirling a little and slowly arching my back, before I would move on to more complex figures.
I closed my eyes, trying to imagine Annabelle's hands on my body, guiding my moves. In an instant, I was both relaxed and ready to do my performance. My back arched, then swung back forward, as my hands moved in almost perfect coordination with my legs and feet. I wished she was there to see me now, but then I remembered that I did have an audience. As I opened my eyes, I found that the hands were still on me but they were not Annabelle's! I shivered lightly, and still following the rhythm, my head turned slowly, and my eyes widened as they met Mitch's. My stepbrother was there behind me, touching my body again! A quick rush of sweat flew over my skin, but I just smiled at him, and gave him a seductive wink. Then, still dancing and not stopping for a single moment, I whirled around, looking to see what Richard was doing. He was still sitting back in his armchair, but the look in his eyes betrayed his enjoyment by my moves. “Be good now, Mitch.” I swung my finger against him, imitating Annabelle. “Look how Richard can keep his hands to himself,” I giggled while still continuing with my dance routine. This was actually a good thing some of those moves were so deep under my skin, I could talk to people while still dancing, and know I did not make a single mistake.
Mitch went back to his armchair, but not before slapping my ass, to which I gasped in surprise. “You naughty boy!” I shouted at him while making a split in the air. “Yeah,” I heard Richard throw at him. “Is that a way to treat a lady?” he demanded, but obviously in a joking way almost as if trying to lighten the situation with the joke. But I knew better than that. I saw it in his eyes, he wanted a piece of me, too.
Well, I thought, why not? Crazier things have happened in my life. “Oh, is that it?” I asked Richard now, as I came off the pole and walked towards him, swinging my hips and gazing in his eyes. I could see him turn a bright shade of red, his hands trembling, but I did not care at that moment. The adrenaline from dancing, the two men watching me and one of them unable to resist touching me and the pure sexuality of the whole situation pulled something out of me. Something I never thought I had. I quickly sat in Richard's lap, straddling him with my legs, letting him feel my sweaty tights with his hands. “Show him how you treat a lady, then,” I ordered, still looking in his eyes. I could feel him shake a little less now, but I could feel something else. There was a bulge underneath me, which was growing. And I finally admitted to myself, I wanted one. This one. Maybe even Mitch's one, too.
Richard took a few seconds before his hands grasped mine quickly, and our lips locked tight in a kiss. His hands then slid up my arms and to my shoulders, caressing my neck, and then sliding down my chest and cupping my breasts before sliding down to my belly – once a painful spot, now something I was proud of. As our lips separated, I looked deep in his eyes again. “More?” he asked. I just nodded. “More. Show him.”
His hands grabbed the edge of my tight shirt, quickly pulling it off me, as I started unbuttoning his pants and tossing his tie across the room. He leaned into me, kissing me all over my chest, while I ground against the bulge in his pants faster. His arms were around me, holding me tight as my hands ran through his hair. I turned to Mitch, who was just sitting there, watching us in surprise. “Well don't just stand there now.” I could not believe what was coming out of my mouth. “Help your friend, will you?” Mitch eagerly approached us, unzipping his pants, as I turned back to Richard and opened his own. I felt Mitch's hands unclasp my bra from behind, and Richard pulled it off readily. I gasped as his mouth wrapped around my nipple, arching my back towards Mitch and reaching out for his tool. He pulled it out, and I started stroking it slowly and sensually, looking my big brother in the eyes, while Richard was still grinding against me and having fun with my breasts and my neck. His mouth felt soft and gentle, yet he was rhythmical and sensual enough to give me goosebumps all over. I lifted my ass up and ripped his pants down, pulling his cock out as well, while Mitch grabbed my ass again and pulled down my short tights, along with my panties, exposing my womanhood to both of them.
I had already decided I wanted Richard first. I grabbed his rock-hard shaft and sat on it, sliding it into myself all the way, while arching my back towards Mitch again, and giving him a playful lick. He moaned, sliding his hands down my hair and reaching for my breasts, pinching my nipples playfully as I continued licking the tip of his cock quickly and teasingly. I finally took it in my mouth and started sucking, while at the same time, bouncing on Richard's, growing in pace, and purring with pleasure. I closed my eyes, feeling in pure ecstasy, as two men around me moaned in pleasure and lust. For the first time in who knows how long, I felt desirable. I felt wanted.
My tongue and my lips detected Mitch's cock getting strained at the brink of orgasm, and another flash of reality went through my head. This time I dismissed it even faster, and instead just took his cock even deeper, as he massaged my back and my waist with his loving hands. I swallowed a blast of his sperm and took his cock out of my mouth, turning to Richard now completely and letting my big brother have a bit of rest before it would be his turn to fuck me. Richard was also close. “Oh god, I'm gonna cum!” he squealed, and I grabbed his neck, leaning into his face. “Don't you dare!” I ordered as I went off him and knelt, taking his cock in my mouth now. The moment I started sucking it, I felt Mitch's hands on my ass, pulling me up and kneeling behind me. He slid his tool into me then and started ramming in deep. I moaned and purred, which only made Richard's cock in my mouth even harder, and by the time he came, I was almost in trance from them both.
Quickly swallowing his load, I leaned onto his body and massaged his own ass, while Mitch continued pounding into me faster. I started squealing in pleasure, the insides of my pussy wrapping tight around my big brother, and I roared in orgasm before he pulled his cock out and sprayed a little more over my back. I just fell down on Richard, who embraced me and kissed my lips. “This was fun,” I whispered a few minutes later, coming back to my senses. “We've got to do it again some time.”
And so we did. For the next two weeks, Richard, Mitch and I developed a certain chemistry. As it turned out, the two had mutual feelings for each other, which became evident more and more as we would have sex more often. I would dance for them, they would fuck my brains out, then we would go out for a drink, and then Mitch would take me home, where I would crash-land on my bed, sleeping like a baby. Strangely enough, Mitch would never suggest having sex alone with me, without Richard – and neither would Richard. I decided I would have to correct that later. But most important of all, I danced. I practiced, and I had some good feedback from Richard. Even Annabelle recognized my rapid improvement. For those two weeks, I felt happy.
Then came the big day. First, there were incredibly beautiful Latin American dancers, whose mere appearance was loaded with pure sex let alone their performance. Then came the energetic acrobatic rock-and-rollers, perfectly shaped like Renaissance statues, and moving as fast as cheetahs during mating season. I stood ther
e in the backstage, awed by the sheer amount of art, beauty, and undeniably sexuality of them all. More than that, I had no idea how I would manage to even get noticed among those trained, beautiful, and young people. For a moment, it made me feel uneasy. I became aware I was not young anymore, and for how short time I had been training this. And that feeling of uneasiness put its roots deep into my heart, sprouting wide, all over me. I cannot describe to you how deep this stage fright had overtaken me. My body, my mind, and most of all, my heart. Annabelle had insisted I should not practice for two days before the competition, and she refused to give me lessons as well. I was afraid I would let Annabelle down, how I would fail at something, and how she would never want to see me again after this. Less than fifteen minutes before it would be my turn, I realized that my entire body was soaking with sweat. Worse than that, my white bodysuit was so wet, that it became completely transparent! I started shaking, and a few tears ran down my cheeks, as I ran out of the backstage, not even thinking what I was doing. I just knew that I was not prepared to show myself in such a way to the audience.
Running through the narrow hallway, I stumbled into… Annabelle! “Oh my god, look at you!” she hissed. “What in the world happened?” “I- I don't know...” I stuttered, at the brink of bursting into tears. “I just started sweating, and look at me!” She sighed. Then, out of the blue, she wrapped her arms around me and held me tight for a few moments… just like Mitch used to when I was younger. “It'll be alright, honey,” she whispered. “All right?” I almost screamed. “How can it be all right? Look at me! I'm about to show the audience… everything!” She chuckled. “Oh yes, you sure are, honey. You're about to show them that you're the best dancer out there. And that's all you're gonna show them, alright?” “Annabelle, look at me!” I cried. “My suit is completely see through!” She chuckled again. “Come with me into the dressing room.” She took my hand and led me down the hallway. “We don't have much time.”
She tossed me a bottle of water, which tasted like pure salvation as I chugged it down thirstily. Then my eyes widened as I looked at her again, seeing her pull the most gorgeous tight suit I ever saw out of her sports bag. It was white, with a deep V-cut that showed almost everything, and I imagined if she put that on herself, everyone's eyes would pop out. She handed it to me. “This is my lucky suit,” she asserted. “I always carry it around, ever since my first dancing gig. Take it… for tonight,” she winked. I was stunned. “How... w-what-.” I stuttered again, “How am I going to wear this? I don't have the body for this, Annabelle!” “Oh shush,” she interrupted me. “Of course you have. Look, it's either this, or you're dancing in this wet garment. Or naked,” she ended with a laugh. I forced myself to laugh back, as I took the suit out of her hands, still visibly shaking. “Go on honey, put it on already! Your act is in less than ten minutes.” I quickly, frantically took off my own dancing suit and after wiping myself dry with a towel, I pulled hers on. I looked at myself in the mirror, and surprisingly enough, it fit me much better than I expected. That gave me a little bit of confidence back. “You fill it up nicely,” she noted as she groped my breasts softly, pushing them together a bit. It left me in a tiny shock. She had never touched them before but it did leave a familiar feeling. They were getting firmer, I could feel that now. I smiled widely as I looked back at her. “Now go and tear that crowd apart,” she purred behind my back as she slapped my ass gently and playfully. She knew what she was doing. It made me feel just how much I managed to get my body in shape in the past month. “And remember,” she whispered before leaving for her seat in the audience, “we are artists. Fuck choreography, fuck the rules, fuck everything. It's all in your heart, you and I both know it.” She dashed off, letting me walk towards the stage, and face my audience.
I closed my eyes for a moment, as the reflectors put me in the spotlight. I quickly used that moment to imagine Annabelle and Mitch around me. Grabbing the pole and opening my eyes, I realized I could even barely see the audience. Good. I continued imagining them. Somehow, I just let my body go with the flow. The rhythm dictated the tempo of my moves, but everything else… I understood at that moment that everything else is just what I make out of it. I caught myself doing a routine of a first few moves, and then I started improvising. I could almost feel Annabelle's hands on my back as I arched, and then they groped my buttocks as I went back, while raising my left leg, then my right. I could not help but imagine Mitch's hands all over my body, lifting my calves as they swung in rhythm, and Richard's hands on my neck as I turned my head and gave a seductive wink to the audience. The pole was no longer there for me. It was replaced by Richard's strong hands sliding against my crotch, and Annabelle behind me ran her fingers through my hair, making it swing loose around me. I did a flex-embrace around the pole as Mitch's head was diving into my cleavage, making me reflexively tighten my chest muscles and make me feel confident about my breasts again. There was no floor underneath me as I split down and got up, teasing Richard's tongue and not letting me lick me just yet. I was in control. There were only people around me who loved me, who loved my body and who loved what I do. For the first time in my life, I was the one calling the shots. My feet followed the rhythm better than ever before, as I made both Mitch and Richard massage each one, but not for too long. The rest of my body wanted to have fun as well, and I flipped around, allowing Annabelle to caress my shoulders, my arms, my waist, upward all the way to my knees, which bent and stretched again, before I turned back around, wrapping my thighs around Mitch's waist, making him worship my breasts again, and my flattened belly, all the way down to my crotch as I quickly climbed up the pole. No, there was no pole – there was only me, me and my art. I had forgotten about the audience, and my stage fright completely. There were only Annabelle, Mitch and Richard around me, all of them almost fighting to get as much of me as they could. I made a dove swing, exposing my entire body to all of them, feeling Annabelle groping my most private parts seductively with her strong but oh, so gentle hands, as if she was preparing my body to be taken once more by the two men that lusted for me so much now. My legs spread, letting Mitch behind me get a good lick, before I set one down, feeling Richard lift the other one up again, caressing it all the way from my tightened buttock to my ankle with his raspy tongue. I finally lifted myself up once more, doing a graceful phoenix, giving everyone of them get a taste of their favorite part of me, before the end of the song finally made me bow down, and land on the floor. I wished for a moment it would last longer but I then became aware of just how out of breath I had become… and how incredibly horny I was. My heart was beating as if it was going to burst out of my chest. My nipples were almost painfully hard and down there… oh dear, thank god for Annabelle's advice of putting on a winged pad. It was soaking wet.
But all that did not matter. My ears were pierced by a roaring applause, screams and high-pitched whistles from the audience. I finally saw Annabelle in the second row. She was crying! Her wide smile betrayed utmost happiness, tears were bursting out of her eyes, and she was clapping hard. Mitch was the first to stand up, actually, jump on his feet as soon as my act ended, and not a second later, everybody followed suit. They liked my performance! I started laughing happily, bowing to the entire audience, waving to them and screaming thank-yous to everyone.
As the crowd finally sat down and I made the second happy bow, I could not help but notice one thing. Mitch, that little devil, had put his hand on Annabelle's knee. Smiling widely, I took another bow and twirled off the stage. This was going to be a fun season.
THE END
Taken By The Ranchers
As the band played, Jake and Tom searched for likely prey. The pair enjoyed these ‘Welcome West’ barn dances more than anyone else, including the families making the journey out to California. Most of the time, those journeys started somewhere on the east coast, like New York or Boston, and took them through St. Louis, Missouri. Spur, Texas was quickly becoming known as the last bastion of civilization before making the
long trek to Los Angeles. For many of the young women, Spur symbolized the real start of their adventure, and that’s where Jake and Tom came in.
“Blue dress, white ruffles,” Jake said to his lifelong best friend, “brown hair. She’s smiling from ear to ear and sweating something powerful. She’s almost ready.”
Tom gave the woman a quick glance and grinned. Jake had spotted a perfect mark, and Tom was not surprised that the woman also had large breasts and wide hips, just as his friend preferred. Tom kept moving his eyes around the room, surveying the jovial dancers as they hopped around to the beat. A commotion caught his attention.
“OW!! You stupid Clod Hopper! You stepped on my foot!” a young woman yelled. Dressed in yellow, including a bizarre hat with five massive feathers jutting out, the thin woman was the epitome of uppity. To top it off, Tom watched as she slapped Arnold Plunkett, her dancing partner, and stomped off towards the refreshment table.
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