Robert Vickers - Fit to be tied

That seemed to goad her into even more erotic dancing. She felt the sweat running down her body. The tiny tracks were turned into silver and gold by the lights over head. Her feet swished as she moved lithely in front of the man. Let him jack off. She'd show him that there was something more attractive waiting for him.

She slipped to the floor, her knees pointing toward the man. At first, she kept her legs together. Then, slowly, she separated them. The man was given a full view of her stockinged legs and all of her bush.

The lights blinking on and off caught and refracted the tiny dew drops of her cunt juice. Her pussy mound was already beginning to moisten from her own lust. This dance was strenuous. It made her use all her muscles. Limber as a willow, she wanted to fuck now.

"Come, come join me! I can show you great things! Let's do all them together!"

The man was silent. The only noise the girl could hear was the gentle music and his harsh breathing. The movement from the shadows where his chair was placed indicated he was still avidly beating off.

So be it. She'd make him sorry he'd missed out on such an opportunity. She was going wild from the hollow ache in her cunt. She wanted cock and lots of it. Knowing that wasn't too likely now, she'd have to make the best of the situation.

She leaned back, supporting herself on one hand. The angle gave the man a complete view of her charms. Her long, stocking clad legs were seductive in their perfection. The black net stockings hinted at a wantonness, a willingness to screw like a rabbit.

But this was only part of the package. As she leaned back, she arched her back. Her tits flattened a little but it made the nipples pop fully erect. They cast tiny shadows in the light. She began a dance as graceful as any belly dancer.

Her entire body vibrated, quivered, promised a man paradise if he would only come and kneel between her legs. She lifted up a little on her ankles and spread her legs even more in obvious invitation. Her pussy mound was exposed fully.

Even the sex lips were pulsing with desire. They rippled like lewd pink scallops. As her heart hammered faster and faster, she could feel her cunt lips begin to firm up, to become rigid with her lusty blood. She thrust her snatch directly at the man as she arched her back even more.

The sight should have made him so Goddamn horny, he'd have rushed over and fucked hell out of her.

But he didn't.

She reached down and began playing with herself. Her fingers lightly brushed over her now juicy pussy lips. She let her hand become totally drenched with her inner oils. The movement over her genitals made her catch her breath and gasp in amazement.

She hadn't realized the full extent which the dance had gotten her so excited. The tiny touches all over her gash, her cunt, her clit, made her fully aware of her body.

The lights continued to flicker in a seductive manner and the music accented the mood building in her body.

She probed up her pussy with one finger. It tingled and sent a tiny jolt of pleasure hurtling through her body. She couldn't keep the second finger from joining the first. Wiggling them together, then separately made her groan in pleasure.

"Join me! I'm so hoooot! I want you! You, damn it!"

The man's breathing became harsher. And she remained alone, in the center of the room with a single light spotlighting her.

She twisted over onto her belly, then came to her hands and knees. Her pert ass was directly aimed at the man. The smooth skin gleamed bone white in the light. The black strap of the garter belt expanded and contracted as she moved. The black net stockings were such an obvious invitation that she didn't understand how the man resisted.

She spread her legs wide to give a full view of her snatch. The bristly hair surrounding it was all wet with her lust. Why didn't he come over and fuck the living hell out of her?

She wanted it! She wanted it worse than she'd ever wanted anything in her entire life!

A deep, wracking shudder passed through her body. Her twat remained empty. She reached back and stuffed a finger into her manhole. The finger was too small, too small by far. It wasn't a cock. Why didn't he respond?

She redoubled her efforts to get him out of that chair and kneeling down behind her to fuck her.

The lights suddenly dimmed leaving her in darkness. A tiny click to the left of her attracted her attention. There in a small pile was a pair of sequined garters.

"Put them on and dance," came the calm words.

But she knew the man was anything but calm. He was beating his meat so hard when the light had been on that she wondered how he kept from pulling it out by the roots.

Still, she did as she was ordered. She didn't understand what was going to happen, but she'd go along with it. She was frustrated and still hornier than hell.

She slipped into the two garters and then the lights came on, flickering. And then she understood. She began slow, sensual undulations. Her legs moved gently at first, then with bigger and bigger motion.

The light reflected off the sequins and danced crazily around the room. The erotic effect was ten times greater than it had been. She began to get even hotter thinking about the way her slender legs were moving, hiding her cunt, then revealing it. The dimness of the light would make it all the more mysterious and attractive.

Her tits bobbed up and down. She caressed her own body, tweaking her nipples and running her fingers over her snatch. Once, she tweaked the little spire of her clit and came.

She didn't remember those few seconds as she soared on the kaleidoscopic winds of ecstasy. But she knew the wildness must have been really spectacular.

"Come," she moaned, "Come and join me!"

She began to really let her body take over. She went through a mock fucking, her fingers having to substitute for a man's prick. When she pulled her fingers out of her juicy twat, they gleamed in the flickering light.

But most of all, it was the sequined garters that proved the center of attention. They drew the eye to her legs, to her bush, to the slim waist and flaring ass. Promising the world of carnal pleasure, those garters were worth their weight in gold.

She danced until she collapsed. Then, opening her legs and motioning to the hidden man, she said, "Please, now! Please take me! I'm so hot for you I can't stand it!"

She heard a tiny gasp, then a series of moans followed by silence. When the door closed, she knew the man had left.

Left her hot and horny and tired.

Laurine simply lay on the floor for several minutes. She was hot and sticky and tired. And she felt as if she'd been robbed. The dancing had been hard work for her. She'd poured every ounce of her sexuality into it – and what had it gotten her?

She finally stood and sought out her panties. She slipped into them and found where she'd tossed her skirt and blouse. Robbed was the only real emotion she felt.

She went to the door and opened it and was amazed to find it didn't lead into the hallway as she'd expected. Inside was a dimly lit room and a man sitting in an easy chair which could have been the mate of the one behind her in the room.

"Come in, please."

"Sure," she said. The man was drinking something, a martini perhaps. And the way he looked at her let her know he appreciated beauty. His eyes duplicated the motions she'd just gone through in the room.

He thoroughly undressed her with his gaze before pointing to a chair and saying, "Join me in a drink?"

"No thanks," she said. "But I do want to join you."

He smiled broadly. It was obvious she appealed to him. And, Laurine knew, he appealed to her. He wasn't tall but he was well-muscled. Nothing flabby about him. She could imagine what it would be like having his strong arms circling around her, crushing her close. And then his long cock would probe deep up her pussy.