She accepted his offered hand and stood. “I am your guest here and will dance for you and your kindness.” She took off her veil and watched as Sloane’s eyes widened.
The music held a rhythm she found mesmerizing. Although she didn’t know any true Arabian dances, she twirled, shimmied and shook her body to keep up with the music. When the song ended, she sank to a low bow.
Sloane clapped and walked to her side. “Excellent. Come. Have more wine.”
While still standing, they drank again and spoke of childhood memories of growing up as royalty.
Stacy’s guidelines for Fatima had her acquiescing to her plight and the erotic pull the “sheik” had on her. She sensed a flush creeping up her face. And dampness between her legs indicated her readiness to bring their game to another level.
“You seem tense. Perhaps a little tired. Would you like me to rub your back to ease any stiffness?” Stacy threw out her nonchalant comment to let Sloane know the game would progress.
“An excellent suggestion. I have some jasmine oil you could use to rub on my back. Then,” he smiled, “it will be your turn. If, of course, you wish it.”
Hell, yes. “Perhaps. You must remove your vest.”
He gazed at her with heat in his eyes. “Would you undo the hook, my favorite dancer?”
“Of course. May I ask you to remove your turban. It could get crushed while you lie on the pillows.”
Sloane grabbed the turban, pulled it off his head and then tossed it onto a chair. “Done.”
As her skin touched his, Stacy heard Sloane’s shaky exhalation, a loud whoosh that hinted at his more than ready need for any moment of pleasurable contact. Heat radiated between them when she unhooked his vest and ran her fingertips along his chest. As she unhooked the vest and ran her fingertips along his chest, heat radiated and matched her own warmth. He removed the vest and reclined on the pillows.
“Oil’s over on the fireplace.”
Stacy got the bottle and opened it. The delightful scent of edible jasmine flavored oil filled the room and she poured some on Sloane’s back. Slowly at first, she massaged his shoulders, neck and back. The more she rubbed, the quicker her breathing sped.
She dropped her hands to his waistband, eager to dip below. “I, uh, can’t do a lower back massage unless you—“
He stopped her request by quickly pushing his pantaloons down past his ass cheeks. “Please continue,” he pleaded.
Excerpt #2: Stacy & Sloane role-playing game – Nerdy professor (Wilbur Smedly) and stripper (Lila)
Stacy waved her hand by her face. “Hey, Prof. It’s kinda warm in here. Do you mind if I take off my coat?”
“Oh, no. Sure. Go ahead.” His eyes remained riveted on her.
Now for the unveiling. “Where should I put it?” she asked as she got up and unbuttoned her coat.
“Over there,” he waved while still staring at her. “On the sofa.”
She sashayed over to the sofa and with her back to him removed her coat and flung it onto the sofa. She heard his gasp as he got a good look at her ass, legs and heels.
Stacy pivoted and pulled her top down slightly while she sauntered her way back to her chair. “That’s much better.” She stopped before sitting. “Like my outfit?” She slowly twirled for him.
Sloane coughed and his eyes roamed up and down her body. She knew the swaying tassels had caught his attention.
“Very, uh, mesmerizing.”
“That’s what I go for. Gotta get the crowd’s attention right away. She lifted one leg and placed it on the chair. “How about my shoes? Do you like the fish?”
His stare went from her skirt, down her leg and to her heel. “Amazing. How do you walk in those things?”
“Oh, I’ve had lots of practice,” she answered and put her foot back on the floor. She looked around the room. “Too bad you don’t have a pole here for me to use. I could show you how I swing around with them on.” She swung her hips as she wiggled toward him and leaned over the desk. “It really gets the tassels rotating and the fish bobbing.”
A wide grin covered his face before he pursed his lips and got back into character. “Sorry. No pole. And I’ll take your word about the fish and tassels.”
“Okay.” She shimmied her way to her chair and sat. “It’s like this, Professor. The money’s great but so is all the attention and admirers.” She shrugged. “I like gifts and you’d be amazed at how many men buy me stuff. Hell. I’ve even had a few women try to get on my good side,” she moved forward and whispered, “but I don’t swing that way.”
“Money and men,” Sloane repeated as he wrote. “Do you ever think about doing something else?”
“Hmm. Maybe later when my boobs sag and I can’t handle the pole anymore. I’m saving my money. Should be able to find something else to do and live comfortably.”
“Tell me about your first time.”
She shook a finger at him. “Are you talking about sex or dancing?” she teased.
Excerpt #3: Stacy & Sloane role-playing – The Lady (Lady Elizabeth/Bets) and her butler (James Withers)
Candlelight cast dancing shadows around the room. The sound of bubbles bursting and water sloshing echoed in the bathroom. The fragrant smell of roses tickled Stacy’s nose. She giggled and wondered how the scent would mingle with Sloane’s manly aftershave.
He stripped for her, slowly removing each garment. Once he removed his boxers, his cock stood at attention, engorged and ready for her. She licked her lips and squirmed in the tub, more than ready for him to be inside her and thrusting
“My, James. I’ve never seen a man’s sex before,” she mentioned with a playful, innocent and curious edge to her voice.
“Want a closer look?” he mumbled as he swaggered toward the tub.
Stacy stretched out her hand and fingered his cock, causing it to twitch. “It’s so huge. However will it fit into me?”
“Don’t worry, Bets. My cock will fit into your pussy without a problem. There will be a moment of pain when I break your maidenhead but only pleasure after that.” His voice trembled as she continued stroking him.
“May I taste you?”
Stacy slid to the end of the tub and positioned her mouth within an inch of his cock. She looked up at him. “What do I do?” She had to play Lady Elizabeth’s part of novice lover.
“Stick out your tongue. Let it glide along the shaft. Pay particular attention to the cock head. It’s very sensitive and my body aches for you to lave it.” Sloane leaned his thighs against the tub’s edge.
After winking at him, Stacy ran her tongue along his penis. Groans emitted from Sloane but he kept his position near her. She darted her tongue in and out to tease his cock head.
“Oh.” She backed away slightly. “What’s that?”
“Just proof that I’m ready to pleasure you. The liquid will spill to make my entry into you more pleasant,” Sloane explained.
She angled her head back to his cock and spread the pre-cum that pooled on its tip. Sloane panted with each flick of her tongue. Stacy feathered her fingertips along his shaft and squeezed each ball with soft pressure. His moan and the smiling look on his face increased her need to step up their pace.
Stacy slid back into the tub. “I’m tingling all over. What happens next, James?”
“Move to the center of the tub. I will sit behind you and help you relax.”