"FEATHER DANCE"
Desek was extremely successful for her age. Most burlesque dancers in the roaring 1920’s held some years of experience under their garter belts before given the opportunity to perform for such a prestigious crowd. But Desek had danced for Prince Tulhon in his exotic palace, and word of her seductive beauty had crossed the ocean to reach the eager ears of the wealthy aristocrats who frequented the Magic Club tonight.
Milo finished checking Desek’s dressing room for peepholes and hadn’t even exited when she began to disrobe. He felt his heart skip a beat and his hand shook as he closed the door and left.
Desek enjoyed raising men’s pulses. She was a natural exhibitionist. After starting the water for a pre-show bath, she admired her form in the mirror. She was an exceptionally curvy waif, save for her impressive, firm bust. Her short blonde hair was naturally curly and would need little attention tonight.
She was just about to enter the tub when she noticed a glass bottle sitting on her make-up table with a golden ribbon. No note attached, nothing to reveal the identity of her secret admirer. She uncapped the bottle and whiffed the most delightful bouquet. It was bath oil. Perfect, she thought.
Only a few drops in the tub made for a most pleasant and relaxing bath. Desek stepped from the tub and stood again in the mirror. Her oily flesh glowed seductively. She reached for a towel until she noticed her skin already drying. The oil absorbed into her flesh.
“How convenient,” she thought, now relieved of the duty of drying off.
She sat in her chair before the mirror and produced her glitter jar from the drawer. She took the fluffy brush from inside and coated it in silver sparkle. Beginning at her navel, she brushed up her torso decorating herself. Suddenly, she dropped the brush and gasped. The sensation of the brush had overwhelmed her with a ticklish delight. She laughed to herself and tried to continue her brushing. But she felt the same results over and over. Across her shoulders, over her cheeks, and especially surrounding her breasts, the brush brought forth the guiltiest pleasures. She sniffed the jar, convinced someone had played a prank on her. But all seemed normal save for her dilemma.
Desek could only brave a few more passes of that wonderful brush before she had to be satisfied with this minimal glamour. She then took her g-string from another drawer and stepped into it. But similarly, as she pulled the satin and elastic up, her inner thighs electrified with delight. She tore off the garment and threw it across the room.
“What is this?” she asked no one, now concerned for her impending performance. “I can’t go out there completely naked. They’ll lock me away.”
Then she remembered the bottle, the secret gift. She tilted the flask and soaked its cap. She sniffed the cap for anything unusual. There was no hint of anything but the heavenly perfume she’d bathed her entire body in. She knew what she needed to do; test it on her flesh undiluted. Just a drop would do the trick.
But where, she thought, looking up and down her body for an innocent area. Then she smiled to herself. Why bother with innocent at this point, she pondered. She took in a deep breath and touched the cap against her left nipple. Almost instantly it stiffened and Desek groaned in pure joy. Bottle in hand she fell back into her chair and massaged her eager breast.
The urge to masturbate was maddening. Throwing her right leg onto the table she spread her labia and soaked the cap in the oil again. She was dizzy with anticipation, her clitoris swelling to meet the enchanted kiss of this seductive formula.
Then Milo peeked his head in and gasped at the sight of this horny angel.
“I’m sorry,” he stuttered, “I should’ve knocked.”
She closed the bottle as well as her legs. “You never knock,” she winked at him.
“One minute to curtain, ma’am.” He smiled, “They feel the feather dance will be appropriate for your first performance.”
Milo exited before she could argue. She looked to the corner of the room where the plumage hand fans hung, intentionally large enough to cover most of her body. Perfect to tease her eager audience. But tonight, she would feel a tease the likes of which they could never imagine.
The curtain raised and Desek strutted onto the stage. Not even the manager could tell her secret: she was stark naked behind her feathery cover. She worked her snake like ballet to her audience’s enjoyment, but her dance was somewhat more clumsy tonight. She moved the feathers with angelic grace, giving only tasty flashes of her perspiring flesh, but she feared the fans contact with her skin.
It didn’t take long for the manager to notice her cautious gait. He whispered his objections to her from offstage. For just an instant he caught her attention, and that was all it took for her to lapse her concentration.
As she turned, her left hand fan traced her flesh from her right hip to her left nipple. She squealed aloud in bliss and dropped the fan. Still hidden from the audience, her total nudity was now displayed for the manager’s candid vantage point. She met eyes with him and she panted heavily. The blood rushed to his erection and took the words right out of his mouth.
She was free to perform now as she wished.
Desek picked up her other fan and spun gracefully across the stage. Exposing her backside, she barely covered her naked bottom and enjoyed tickling the backs of her knees as she danced. She pressed the other fan hard on her chest. Her rigid nipples nearly poked through the plumage as she moaned loudly with lust.
She met eyes with many of her viewers, who in turn adjusted themselves in their seats, accommodating the growth in their trousers. She felt empowered by their desires, yet powerless against her own. Desek reached the end of the stage and dropped one of the feather fans. At the sight of her firm naked ass, the audience was now aware of her daring nudity and jumped from their seats in excitement.
Fueled by the praise, Desek balanced on one leg as she wrapped the other around the fan and began humping her feathery lover. This display finally set off her manager who stormed across the stage for her. Confused with desire, she hardly recognized the man charging at her. She lost her balance and fell face first into the waiting hands of the crowd.
“Oh, God! Wait!” she pleaded with the audience as she was suspended for what seemed like an eternity above their heads in their grasp. Most of the hands held her up with care, while others were so much more mischievous, taking advantage of her helpless naked form. They groped and squeezed her dangling breasts, stroked and tickled her moistened crevice.
She writhed and squirmed in passion afloat on this horny sea of manhood, until collectively the sea decided it was time for her to sink. The countless forms of tuxedos swallowed up her nakedness and placed her caringly on the floor on all fours.
“Please stop!” Her begs were ignored thanks to the dazzling smile on her face and the fiery passion in her eyes. Desek was shocked and, in truth, rather disappointed she hadn’t felt the erect entrance of any of these perverted suitors. They seemed elated with using their hands to torture her hypersensitive nakedness, still fondling and squeezing like curious children.
Then she saw a man making his way through the crowd. It was Prince Tulhon. For an instant, she believed him her rescuer, until her produced a familiar bottle from his coat.
“Pick her up again,” he ordered the surrounding men.
Oh no, she thought, he wouldn’t dare.
The men held her at waist height in the perfect position, legs spread wide. It took for a moment for Desek to realize the prince’s intentions as he uncapped the bottle.
“Oh, please, your majesty,” she giggled, tears in her eyes, “I can’t take that.”
The Prince grinned, “But you will anyway.”
Slowly he emptied the entire bottle on her lower back. The delectable oil ran down between her bottom cheeks and around to her most sensitive sex. She found it impossible to breath, as the liquid disappeared into her flesh. Through teary eyes she saw the prince hand one of the fans to a man standing between her legs.
“You might find her rather ticklish now,” the prince suggested.
Desek panicked, contorting to catch a glimpse of what was to follow. But from the first contact of the feathers, she knew she didn’t have to see. The man was running the edge of the fan between her legs, savagely tickling her soaked womanhood and her anus repeatedly.
The first sound out of Desek’s dry lips was barely audible, like a kitten’s sneeze. Once the breath filled her lungs, she howled with laughter and ecstasy.
“Unh! Please! Please…!” she couldn’t find the proper word: stop, mercy. She could only speak one final plea…
“More!”
The only other sounds Desek could muster were the innocent titterings of a tickled virgin and the rhythmic grunts of a ravaged slut. The men who held her legs felt the signs of her imminent climax. She buckled in their grasp, humping forward as is being filled from behind by the most persistent lover. Led on by the chants and cheers of her loving viewers, she arched her back and screamed in praise of the orgasm to end all orgasms.
A few more pumps and thrusts of her pelvis and poor Desek fell limp in the crowd. With equal care, they carried her back to the stage and laid her there before her stunned manager. He’d obviously enjoyed the show himself.
Desek turned to face the crowd. The legend of this night would doubtlessly hurl her fame around the globe, but could she take a repeat performance of any kind? And what of her current audience; what were their intentions now? Completely exhausted, she knew she would be no match for a gang bang of any sorts. Her body had been devoured by the pleasure and left her in sweat-drenched bliss. But no such assault was apparent. The men simply applauded her one last time then took their seats again for the next performer.
Desek sighed and smiled to herself, “a true gentlemen’s club.”
Desek was extremely successful for her age. Most burlesque dancers in the roaring 1920’s held some years of experience under their garter belts before given the opportunity to perform for such a prestigious crowd. But Desek had danced for Prince Tulhon in his exotic palace, and word of her seductive beauty had crossed the ocean to reach the eager ears of the wealthy aristocrats who frequented the Magic Club tonight.
Milo finished checking Desek’s dressing room for peepholes and hadn’t even exited when she began to disrobe. He felt his heart skip a beat and his hand shook as he closed the door and left.
Desek enjoyed raising men’s pulses. She was a natural exhibitionist. After starting the water for a pre-show bath, she admired her form in the mirror. She was an exceptionally curvy waif, save for her impressive, firm bust. Her short blonde hair was naturally curly and would need little attention tonight.
She was just about to enter the tub when she noticed a glass bottle sitting on her make-up table with a golden ribbon. No note attached, nothing to reveal the identity of her secret admirer. She uncapped the bottle and whiffed the most delightful bouquet. It was bath oil. Perfect, she thought.
Only a few drops in the tub made for a most pleasant and relaxing bath. Desek stepped from the tub and stood again in the mirror. Her oily flesh glowed seductively. She reached for a towel until she noticed her skin already drying. The oil absorbed into her flesh.
“How convenient,” she thought, now relieved of the duty of drying off.
She sat in her chair before the mirror and produced her glitter jar from the drawer. She took the fluffy brush from inside and coated it in silver sparkle. Beginning at her navel, she brushed up her torso decorating herself. Suddenly, she dropped the brush and gasped. The sensation of the brush had overwhelmed her with a ticklish delight. She laughed to herself and tried to continue her brushing. But she felt the same results over and over. Across her shoulders, over her cheeks, and especially surrounding her breasts, the brush brought forth the guiltiest pleasures. She sniffed the jar, convinced someone had played a prank on her. But all seemed normal save for her dilemma.
Desek could only brave a few more passes of that wonderful brush before she had to be satisfied with this minimal glamour. She then took her g-string from another drawer and stepped into it. But similarly, as she pulled the satin and elastic up, her inner thighs electrified with delight. She tore off the garment and threw it across the room.
“What is this?” she asked no one, now concerned for her impending performance. “I can’t go out there completely naked. They’ll lock me away.”
Then she remembered the bottle, the secret gift. She tilted the flask and soaked its cap. She sniffed the cap for anything unusual. There was no hint of anything but the heavenly perfume she’d bathed her entire body in. She knew what she needed to do; test it on her flesh undiluted. Just a drop would do the trick.
But where, she thought, looking up and down her body for an innocent area. Then she smiled to herself. Why bother with innocent at this point, she pondered. She took in a deep breath and touched the cap against her left nipple. Almost instantly it stiffened and Desek groaned in pure joy. Bottle in hand she fell back into her chair and massaged her eager breast.
The urge to masturbate was maddening. Throwing her right leg onto the table she spread her labia and soaked the cap in the oil again. She was dizzy with anticipation, her clitoris swelling to meet the enchanted kiss of this seductive formula.
Then Milo peeked his head in and gasped at the sight of this horny angel.
“I’m sorry,” he stuttered, “I should’ve knocked.”
She closed the bottle as well as her legs. “You never knock,” she winked at him.
“One minute to curtain, ma’am.” He smiled, “They feel the feather dance will be appropriate for your first performance.”
Milo exited before she could argue. She looked to the corner of the room where the plumage hand fans hung, intentionally large enough to cover most of her body. Perfect to tease her eager audience. But tonight, she would feel a tease the likes of which they could never imagine.
The curtain raised and Desek strutted onto the stage. Not even the manager could tell her secret: she was stark naked behind her feathery cover. She worked her snake like ballet to her audience’s enjoyment, but her dance was somewhat more clumsy tonight. She moved the feathers with angelic grace, giving only tasty flashes of her perspiring flesh, but she feared the fans contact with her skin.
It didn’t take long for the manager to notice her cautious gait. He whispered his objections to her from offstage. For just an instant he caught her attention, and that was all it took for her to lapse her concentration.
As she turned, her left hand fan traced her flesh from her right hip to her left nipple. She squealed aloud in bliss and dropped the fan. Still hidden from the audience, her total nudity was now displayed for the manager’s candid vantage point. She met eyes with him and she panted heavily. The blood rushed to his erection and took the words right out of his mouth.
She was free to perform now as she wished.
Desek picked up her other fan and spun gracefully across the stage. Exposing her backside, she barely covered her naked bottom and enjoyed tickling the backs of her knees as she danced. She pressed the other fan hard on her chest. Her rigid nipples nearly poked through the plumage as she moaned loudly with lust.
She met eyes with many of her viewers, who in turn adjusted themselves in their seats, accommodating the growth in their trousers. She felt empowered by their desires, yet powerless against her own. Desek reached the end of the stage and dropped one of the feather fans. At the sight of her firm naked ass, the audience was now aware of her daring nudity and jumped from their seats in excitement.
Fueled by the praise, Desek balanced on one leg as she wrapped the other around the fan and began humping her feathery lover. This display finally set off her manager who stormed across the stage for her. Confused with desire, she hardly recognized the man charging at her. She lost her balance and fell face first into the waiting hands of the crowd.
“Oh, God! Wait!” she pleaded with the audience as she was suspended for what seemed like an eternity above their heads in their grasp. Most of the hands held her up with care, while others were so much more mischievous, taking advantage of her helpless naked form. They groped and squeezed her dangling breasts, stroked and tickled her moistened crevice.
She writhed and squirmed in passion afloat on this horny sea of manhood, until collectively the sea decided it was time for her to sink. The countless forms of tuxedos swallowed up her nakedness and placed her caringly on the floor on all fours.
“Please stop!” Her begs were ignored thanks to the dazzling smile on her face and the fiery passion in her eyes. Desek was shocked and, in truth, rather disappointed she hadn’t felt the erect entrance of any of these perverted suitors. They seemed elated with using their hands to torture her hypersensitive nakedness, still fondling and squeezing like curious children.
Then she saw a man making his way through the crowd. It was Prince Tulhon. For an instant, she believed him her rescuer, until her produced a familiar bottle from his coat.
“Pick her up again,” he ordered the surrounding men.
Oh no, she thought, he wouldn’t dare.
The men held her at waist height in the perfect position, legs spread wide. It took for a moment for Desek to realize the prince’s intentions as he uncapped the bottle.
“Oh, please, your majesty,” she giggled, tears in her eyes, “I can’t take that.”
The Prince grinned, “But you will anyway.”
Slowly he emptied the entire bottle on her lower back. The delectable oil ran down between her bottom cheeks and around to her most sensitive sex. She found it impossible to breath, as the liquid disappeared into her flesh. Through teary eyes she saw the prince hand one of the fans to a man standing between her legs.
“You might find her rather ticklish now,” the prince suggested.
Desek panicked, contorting to catch a glimpse of what was to follow. But from the first contact of the feathers, she knew she didn’t have to see. The man was running the edge of the fan between her legs, savagely tickling her soaked womanhood and her anus repeatedly.
The first sound out of Desek’s dry lips was barely audible, like a kitten’s sneeze. Once the breath filled her lungs, she howled with laughter and ecstasy.
“Unh! Please! Please…!” she couldn’t find the proper word: stop, mercy. She could only speak one final plea…
“More!”
The only other sounds Desek could muster were the innocent titterings of a tickled virgin and the rhythmic grunts of a ravaged slut. The men who held her legs felt the signs of her imminent climax. She buckled in their grasp, humping forward as is being filled from behind by the most persistent lover. Led on by the chants and cheers of her loving viewers, she arched her back and screamed in praise of the orgasm to end all orgasms.
A few more pumps and thrusts of her pelvis and poor Desek fell limp in the crowd. With equal care, they carried her back to the stage and laid her there before her stunned manager. He’d obviously enjoyed the show himself.
Desek turned to face the crowd. The legend of this night would doubtlessly hurl her fame around the globe, but could she take a repeat performance of any kind? And what of her current audience; what were their intentions now? Completely exhausted, she knew she would be no match for a gang bang of any sorts. Her body had been devoured by the pleasure and left her in sweat-drenched bliss. But no such assault was apparent. The men simply applauded her one last time then took their seats again for the next performer.
Desek sighed and smiled to herself, “a true gentlemen’s club.”
