Hello my lovelies, here is your weekly Audio Erotica Story. Today's story is titled: Not a Real Lap Dance, or is it? - Audio Erotica Story + Written Story. Enjoy!
Throbbing bass, and my hips bounce and grind to the beat. Facedown on the bed before him, back arched into the air, hips moving and grooving, I can feel his eyes on me. I ignore him, lost in my own world where that rhythmic bass beat rules my every move. I move up to my knees, back still towards him, gyrating and rocking, hair tossing over my shoulders, as I look back at him, one long lingering look that smolders.
Another look back reveals his pants partially pushed down, cock out and hard, thick and smooth in his hand as he slides his fist up and down slowly.
I turn around, to face him, the movements more like sex now than dancing, though moving like this, on top of him, I realize now that dancing has already really been just a precursor to that act. My hips above his hipbones, grinding on top of him, leaning forward to brush my breasts against his face. He closes his eyes, and moans into my soft skin. My hair trails down over his chest, and I can feel his cock hard and insistent against my naked ass.
Teasing, I rise to my full height on my knees, kneeling above him, undulating and grinding while keeping his arms pinned beneath my knees. Soft whispers escape his lips and his eyes flutter closed, then open again. He begs me, but I’m having too much fun.
I turn around on his lap, facing his feet, moving my ass up and down hypnotically beneath his gaze. He runs his palms down my back, lingering on the curves on my hips. His hands knead my flesh, pressing insistently, trying to hold me in place. I lean forward, head down by his knees, raising my ass high in the air, legs slightly apart, look back at him, between my knees, smile at the look on his face.
He wants me so badly that coherent words can no longer make it past his lips. Just a series of moans and primal grunts as he arches his hips beneath me.
“You know I can’t…” I warn him, knowing full well that this cock tease will go somewhere, it must go somewhere. I can’t stand to remain on the edge any more than he can.
We press, and touch and moan into one another’s mouths. I’m under him now, his weight pressing me into the bed, his cock against my tummy - I can feel the precum leaking on me. He rises up, stroking his cock. So thick, so hard the veins stand out in stark relief. There’s something wild in his eyes when he looks at me, and I know his control is going.
I lean back against the headboard, grab my ankles and spread myself for him. I ask him to fuck my ass, then I beg. He takes one cuff from under the bed and secures my right ankle, high in the air. Then the another cuff and the other ankle, pulling the restraints so tight that my thighs spread almost painfully apart, splitting me open for him.
He roughly lubes his cock, smearing some across my tight opening, then he’s in me, no preamble.
“Push all the way in,” I beg, but then it’s too much and I ask him to pull out. We look in each other’s eyes, panting, and I ask him to try again. He’s a bit gentler this time, but not by much, and then I’m bent in half like a pretzel, ankles up around my ears, biting the meat of his shoulder to keep from screaming as the intensity builds, then overwhelms, and I’m coming, so hard, reduced to babbling by the pleasure overtaking my system.
I clench around his cock, spasming and grunting animalistically, begging for his come in my ass. And then he’s coming, and I’m coming again, and his weight’s on top of me bending me in half, and the delicious ache in my thighs, the throbbing in my cunt matches the rhythm of the bass beat of the same song, on repeat, still playing somewhere, in the background.
I tell him, “One of these days, I’ve got to give you a real lap dance.”
