by Bridy McAvoy
“That’s it, sweetie, move your feet, too.”
Kaylie shuddered as she slowly started to move her feet and began to follow a step pattern she’d danced to this track in a club up town. After a few seconds, her movements became more assured, as her own natural confidence kicked in. It was only dancing, something she thought, and most of her friends, male and female, agreed with, she was quite good at it.
I don’t quite think this is what mum paid for all those dance lessons for, though.
Her eyes flew open as her consciousness reasserted itself and for a moment her feet faltered until she noticed the big grins on the faces of the three men.
They’re enjoying watching me.
Warmth spread through her body and she quickly reasserted her dance movements staring at Rob as she increased the range of movements, bringing more of her body into use, her arms moving fluidly to the music.
Rob began to clap along and the other two quickly joined in, the three men’s hand beats synchronizing with, and emphasizing, the throb of the rock bass line she could feel through her feet as well as hear. A tentative smile lit her face and Rob nodded, broadening his grin in response.
“I told you, you could do it.”
She smiled, a small part of her rational mind hanging onto the hope that this would be all she had to do, simply a dress rather than an undress rehearsal. When Rob spoke again, his words dispelled that, washing over her like a cold shower.
“Time to lose the skirt, baby. Show us some leg.”
Her steps faltered again as her brain tried to process his instructions. There was steel in his voice, implying she had no other choice. She remembered the reoccurring theme of her dreams, removing the skirt first had happened there, too, although this time, at least she was wearing panties, albeit white lace ones, rather than a red or black thong.
“Turn around and face away from us, if it makes you feel better.”
Rob’s words made sense in her conflicted state, and she turned a hundred and eighty degrees, putting them behind her, not entirely sure why she was still dancing, but her body continued to move to the music. Her hands moved to the small of her back and grasped the waist band of her skirt at its fastening and she drew a shuddering breath as the men began a slow chant behind her.
“Off…Off…Off…”
With trembling fingers, she pushed the hook through the eye and changed her grip, one hand holding the top of the skirt together, the other slowly drawing the tab on the zipper down its entire length before letting go.
The skirt was tight, it wouldn’t simply fall off, she was going to have to push it over her hips and then off. Kaylie danced around to face the three men once more, while moving her hands out to the side to grasp the waistband above her hips and took another deep breath.
Rob was nodding in encouragement, and the men were still clapping and chanting.
“Legs…Legs…Legs…”
A sudden wicked thought passed through her mind and she decided to tease them a bit more, somehow getting into the routine more than she’d intended. Kaylie let go of the waist of her skirt and bent over slightly, feeling her breasts push forward into her bra and then she reached down to the hem of the skirt and slowly inched it up her legs.
Rob whistled in encouragement and she realized the lace tops of her stockings were now on view to the men from below the elevated stage. All three took a couple of almost involuntary paces forward to close the distance and to glimpse bare flesh above the stockings. All three whistled when that prize came into view as Kaylie straightened up, the skirt hem at least an inch above the tops of her stockings.
“Lose the skirt, honey. No more cock-teasing, it’s getting uncomfortable in these jeans.”
She giggled at Rob’s comments, seeing the attempt at humor as a way to lighten her own mood, surprised it actually had, and allowed the hem of her skirt to flow back down her legs as she let go and reached once more for the waistband.
No going back from this point.
The vivid dreams of the last few days had fired her in way that both terrified and tantalized her. A few days ago she’d never have really considered doing this, but now she was about to push her skirt over her hips and show her underwear and legs to these men. She shivered once more and then slowly started working the skirt down from her waist. Suddenly, she couldn’t bear to see them watching her, staring at her body intently, and twirled around to face away, struggling to control her breathing as she wriggled out of her skirt.
The tension around her hips lessened. She knew she only had to let go of the skirt and it would drop to the floor. She breathed a sigh of relief that it hadn’t dragged her panties off as well. She wasn’t ready to go quite that far yet. She gasped as her own thoughts added the ‘yet’, implying she was actually prepared to go that far.
Her fingertips twitched open and there was a roar of approval from the watching men as the skirt slithered down her long legs. She danced out of the puddle it had formed on top of her shoes. Self preservation told her to kick the skirt to the back of the stage, so it couldn’t be grabbed by any of the audience.
Jeez. Thinking like a pro stripper now!
Kaylie took another deep breath and spun around to face the watchers once more. Wolf whistles greeted her as she continued to dance in front of their eyes, the hem of her blouse dangling just below the level of her crotch, swishing to and fro and giving tantalizing glimpses of the white lace covering her as she danced. Below that, her legs were smooth and bare down to the black lace tops of her stockings.
“Nice legs, baby. Now, let’s see some body.”
Rob made a gesture with both hands that could only be interpreted as opening the buttons on her blouse, starting at the bottom and working up. She licked her lips and nodded, determined now to go through with it, to banish the dreams and fantasies by doing it for real, her rational mind finding an excuse to give in to her subconscious one as her fingers flew up the line of buttons on her blouse., Her fingers hardly hesitated as each button was pushed through its hole revealing a spreading v of flesh above the white lace of her underwear. In what seemed like no time at all, she had undone all the buttons and was holding the blouse closed with her hands as she danced in place, staring at Rob, waiting for him to signal to dispose of it.
Rob nodded and she threw the two halves of the front of her blouse out and away from herself, while simultaneously writhing and shrugging her shoulders free, to allow it to slide down behind her, catching it in her fingers and tossing it behind her to land on the skirt.
She didn’t wait for Rob to signal her again, reaching to her shoulders and flicking the bra straps down while smiling coquettishly over each bared shoulder. The men had fallen silent, now, intently watching as she prepared to show some real paydirt for the first time. She turned and faced away from them once more and reached to undo the clasp of her bra, which rapidly added itself to the growing pile of her clothing at the back of the stage area.
Kaylie was surprised at how hard and swollen her nipples were, and she quickly dipped her hand down to check the front of her panties, her fingertips coming away soaked in the juices of her arousal. Cupping her breasts in her hands she turned to face her audience again, to be greeted once more by wolf-whistles.
“Drop the hands, Kaylie!”
She shook her head at Rob and continued to dance, covering her modesty with her cupped hands.
“Drop them, Kaylie. Lose the panties too.”
She mouthed no at him.
“Why not?”
“Because my hands are busy…and besides a lady never needs to remove her own panties.”
She gasped at her own brazen words, the challenge explicit rather than implicit, a challenge she knew this confident, brash man would take as an invitation.
Kaylie, watched, a smile playing across her face, as Rob took two short strides to the chair she’d earlier used as a step to reach the stage and bounded onto the stage. Two more strides brought him to stand next to her.
> “You want me to do the honors?”
She nodded and slowly danced around in a half circle to face away from the other two guys. Rob took his lead from her and moved to stand in front of her.
“Kneel, Rob, kneel”.
He raised an eyebrow, not willing to yield control to her, but did drop to his knees, his hands snaking out to rest lightly on her waist.
He began to slowly draw his hands down her sides, snagging the waist band of her white lace underwear neatly with his thumbs as he did so.
This wasn’t in the dreams!
She shuddered as the panties slipped below the curve of her ass at the back and she was sure he could see her thin landing strip at the front. She took a gulp of air and as the crotch of her panties slipped off her mound, she threw her hands out, up and to the sides, revealing her breasts to him at the same time as he revealed her pussy. Rob said nothing, his hands accelerating down her legs, pulling her panties down past her knees and to her ankles. She daintily raised one foot and then the other to step out of them, not noticing as he slipped them free and surreptitiously stuck them into his pocket as he stood up.
“Now, for the final dénouement. Are you ready, Kaylie?”
She nodded as his hands returned to her waist, his eyes fixed on her nipples before he spun her around to face the other two men who gave her a rapturous round of applause. Tim pressed a button on the stereo unit and silence filled the room, apart from the hard and fast panting for air from Kaylie.
Rob leaned in to the side of her head and whispered into her ear.
“You don’t really want it to stop now, do you, Kaylie?”
Almost despite herself, knowing exactly what he meant, what he planned, she shook her head. Instantly, his hands left her waist and snaked up to cup her breasts just as she had, before one of them began to slide tantalizingly down, gently toward her naked pussy. Kaylie gave him room by spreading her legs slightly as he traced a fingertip through her sparse landing strip and continued southward to find the tiny nub of flesh at the top of her slit. His other hand continued to knead her breast, his fingers tweaking her nipple as he nuzzled her neck. She tipped her head to one side to provide him better access to the sensitive flesh there, then spread her legs further apart to improve his access to that sensitive area too.
The presence of the other two men had faded from her thoughts until Rob spoke to them.
“Not fair for the little lady to be the only one naked. Show her what we’ve got.”
Rob punctuated his words by slipping his index finger easily inside of her. Kaylie’s eyes flew open as the full realization of what he’d said sank in. Not content with a striptease and a little fooling around, he was intent on her being the center of attention in a gangbang. She closed her eyes and instantly images of her body being simultaneously ravished by three men flashed across her eyelids and she sagged back into Rob’s arms, forcing him to move quickly to prevent her falling.
“First dibs.”
Again, his words made her shudder in anticipation as he gently led her to the edge of the stage and lowered her into a seated position, her stocking clad legs and dangling over the edge. Rob sprang down from the tables that comprised the stage. She was surprised to see he’d already disposed of his shirt, and with the other two men flanking him, equally shirtless, there was suddenly acres of bare male flesh in front of her eyes. Almost as if working in unison, the three men shed their jeans and underwear and she was greeted by the sight of three erect cocks bobbing in front of her until Rob closed the short distance between them, moving to stand next to her bent knees. Automatically her legs parted to allow him to move closer and his hands circled her waist and pulled her closer to the edge. She was sitting on the edge of the table, her legs unsupported, her belly pressed against him and she could feel the heat from his penis warming her own skin.
“Lean back.”
Rob slowly and gently eased her back until she was leaning on her elbows, and when he pushed further she allowed herself to stretch out on the table, the wood cool against her naked back. Her legs easily rotated upward to rest on Rob’s waist as he adjusted his position. There was clearly going to be no more foreplay and she was as ready as she’d ever been when she felt the end of his dick press between the moist outer folds of her pussy.
“Uh!”
She grunted, as he pushed his way inside her, thrusting into her lubricated slit, its opening stretching to accommodate him as easily as anything.
“God, she’s hot, wet, tight, and ready!”
Kaylie couldn’t suppress the blush that crept over her checks and upper chest at his crude comment as he impaled himself to his completely inside her. She could feel his pubic hairs tickling the bare shaved skin around her pussy as he brought his weight to bear.
“God!”
Her hands lifted from their position flat on the table and cupped her own breasts, before pinching the turgid nipples. She shivered in anticipation as he slowly withdrew before plunging home once more. Within seconds, he’d set up a rhythm that suited himself, thrusting smoothly in and out, his flesh smacking into her splayed open thighs as she lifted her legs higher to allow him deeper penetration. She felt hands grab each leg and lift them even higher, and wider, and grunted in appreciation as the sensations flooded through her. On Rob’s next thrust, her hips left the table to meet him and as his tempo increased, she began to increase the magnitude of her responses to match.
The other two men, Tim, and the one whose name she couldn’t remember, continued to hold her legs, caressing her calves, ankles and feet as they did so, the additional sensation heightening her own pleasure.
“God! I’m going to cum!”
Rob chuckled from his position above her and, with his friends taking the weight of his legs, moved his own hands to join hers in playing with her breasts. Suddenly, the sensation of six hands caressing her body, as well as her own, was too much for Kaylie and she opened her mouth in a silent scream as the orgasm welled up inside of her, flooding through her system.
Her hips churned in wild abandon as her nerve endings fired incoherently. Her reactions were violent enough to disrupt Rob’s rhythmic thrusting. Instead, he paused, his cock buried in her, content to allow her to churn around him as the orgasm washed through her and slowly passed.
“Christ, look at her go!”
It was Tim who had spoken this time and Kaylie, finally free of the orgasmic rush, lay back quiescently as Rob started to slowly thrust once more.
Kaylie pushed her upper body up so she was resting on her elbows and Rob took his cue and leaned down to plant his mouth on hers, all the while continuing to fuck in and out of her. The other two closed the distance on each side, moving to flank the couple, keeping one hand supporting her legs, the other moving to her breasts, unattended now with her arms supporting her weight.
Rob’s tongue flicked at her lips and Kaylie slowly extended her own to meet it. The kiss deepened quickly as Rob’s thrust began to increase in tempo. This time Kaylie’s hips remained still, she couldn’t move much without dislodging her own precarious position.
Rob broke the kiss, gasping. Kaylie lowered herself back to a supine position, the hands on her breasts following her down. She smiled up into the three faces above her, noticing the sweat standing out on Rob’s brow, in contrast to the other two men, and began to grind her hips in time to Rob’s thrusts once more.
“Jeez! You are such a good fuck, Kaylie!”
Rob’s attempt at talking dirty almost made Kaylie giggle, but the other two suddenly gripped and pinched her nipples making her close her eyes with a gasp. Rob’s thrusts suddenly sped up and became erratic and Kaylie knew he was almost there. She began to thrust back at him harder and harder, knowing she was climbing her own slopes once more.
Rob gasped and buried himself in deep, and Kaylie felt herself carried over the edge as his cum plastered the inside of her vagina.
They groaned and moaned in unison as they reached a simultaneous high. Kaylie
suddenly felt empty as Rob pulled out and away, trailing a string of mixed fluids onto her thigh as he did so. That emptiness didn’t last long as Tim and Rob adroitly swapped places without letting her leg drop down, and Tim quickly took Rob’s place, filling her pussy with his cock.
“Sloppy seconds, just how I like them.”
Kaylie shuddered at his words but couldn’t keep her hips from thrusting to meet his as he drove into her.
* * * *
Twenty minutes later Kaylie gasped as the third guy came inside her and then pulled out. She lay there, panting for a minute, as the other two slowly lowered her legs. She ached all over, the unrelenting surface of the table suddenly hard under her back.
“Will one of you please be a gentleman and help me up.”
Tim and Rob, both at least partially dressed moved to her sides and gently raised her, first to a sitting position and then to a standing one.
“My clothes?”
Wordlessly, Tim reached onto the pushed together tables and retrieved her clothes. Kaylie didn’t speak either as she pulled her bra into place and then added the blouse. She looked around for her panties but they were nowhere to be seen.
“Panties?”
“Souvenir, baby, souvenir.”
“They’re a set, you moron. No fucking way!”
She advanced on Rob, careless of the way her blouse hung open, revealing she was naked below the waist.
Rob pursed his lips in thought and then smiled at her. “You can have them back tomorrow.”
She stuck her hand out and glared at him, snapping her fingers at him. Rob opened his mouth to say something then relented and reached into his pocket to withdraw the offending item with a sheepish smile.
“One more thing, boys.”
“What?”
“One of you is going to give me a fucking lift home. I’m not going on a bus looking like this.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of that particular duty.”