Emma's Birthday Party
Hannah wanted to do something special for Emma's birthday. It wasn't every day her best friend turned
twenty-one. Emma had just broken off a toxic relationship, so Hannah was planning a ‘girls only’
surprise party. Hannah had already booked a home sex toy party. Emma's invitation to that event
would get her to the surprise party at the correct date and time. The sex toy party would also put all the
girls in the horny, no guys needed, frame of mind to help Emma recover from her breakup. Hannah had
the food and booze plans all locked down. Emma loved to dance so Hannah was working on the music
and space to make that happen. She just needed a zinger of a way to end the evening.
She wanted to hire a male stripper. A guy with a really hot body, anonymous eye candy, to be enjoyed
and then forgotten. That wasn't going well. She lived in a small city in the upper Midwest. A city that
was conservative when compared to the rest of the state. There wasn't a lingerie or porn shop in the
city. All of the male entertainers listed online were in the major urban center for the state, one hundred
miles away. When contacted, they refused to travel that far.
She would settle for a local amateur, but Hannah couldn't think of any guy she knew who had a hot
enough body. She had reached out to all of her female acquaintances without luck. Then she got a call
from Aunt Jen, Wild Jenny, Hannah's mom referred to her in derision. Aunt Jen told Hannah that she
had seen a local male stripper at a recent bachelorette party.
“Does he have a hot body?” Hannah asked.
“He's so hot he had me drooling, from both pairs of lips! He is hung like a horse too! His performance
induced orgasms from several of the watching women!” Jennifer exclaimed.
“Sounds perfect. What's his name and number?” Hannah asked.
“Matt. You’ll have to get the rest from the party's hostess. I'll talk with her and see if she's willing to call
you. May I give her your number?” Jennifer asked. Hannah agreed and thanked her Aunt.
*****
Two weeks when by and Hannah was worried she wouldn't hear from Aunt Jen's friend in time. Then
she got a call from an unknown number. The woman introduced herself as Mrs. Miller and asked if
Hannah wanted the information on Mathew Davis, the male entertainer.
“Here's the situation. If you hire Matt as a stripper, he is required to follow all state and local statutes.
This means no nudity, in fact, not even a suggestion of male genitalia. Only an indistinguishable, nonerect,
bulge is allowed. Also, no interaction with audience members, which precludes any touching.
Trust me, those performances are very tame. If you invite him to a private party as a guest, with no
payment exchanged, he is free to behave in a manner acceptable to consenting adults. He tends to be a
very uninhibited, erotic, and entertaining guest. As a result, he gets many party invitations, so there's a
good possibility he won't be available for someone he doesn't know.” Mrs. Miller explained.
“Matt's primary business is providing lighting and sound equipment for events. When you book him for
an event, he specifies start and stop times for equipment setup, and again for teardown. In between
those two activities he is not under contract, not being paid, and already at your location. Write your
party invitation to him to be for the timeframe between his contracted activities.
Matt always visits a location, in advance, to discuss your needs and to finalize the equipment list. While
he's there, tip him $50 for every hour you want him at your party. The tip will ensure he stays at your
location on party day.”
“Your responsibility is to poll all of your guests and determine how much each will accept as ‘consenting
adults’. Communicate this information to Matt so he doesn’t offend anyone. Your party can get as
depraved as all guests can tolerate and you break no laws!” Mrs. Miller finished.
*****
Hannah contacted Davis Diversions to provide services for her party. She found Matt charming and easy
to work with. When they finally met, Hannah had to agree with her Aunt Jen. Even in heavy utility
clothes Matt's body was drool worthy. The snake of a bulge running down Matt's left thigh would
provide Hannah with a new series of masturbation fantasies. After walking around Hannah's house and
checking the backyard, Matt told her there was no space inside for 20 guests and dancing. He retrieved
a measuring wheel from his truck and walked off the open space in her backyard. His recommendation
was a 40’ by 40’ tent. He could provide the tent, seating, a 10’ by 10’ dance floor, power, lighting, and a
sound system. Matt offered to contact Hannah's food and bar catering companies to get their
requirements, design the layout, and email her a proposal within two days.
“Can you give me a rough estimate now?” Hannah asked, looking worried.
Matt considered everything he had seen; a modest house tastefully decorated on a budget, Hannah's
young age and living on her own. If he used basic and minimal equipment, nothing showy or
extravagant, he could keep the cost down.
“Between four and six thousand." Matt replied. Hannah winced. She could manage that. It'd wipe out
her savings, but she could do it. She passed Matt an envelope with $200 cash in it. Matt took a quick
glance, then pocketed the envelope. He held both her hands in his and looked deep into her eyes.
“I'll make this a memorable evening for you and your friends.” Matt promised with sincerity. Hannah
melted. It was a few moments before she realized he had left.
*****
Chloe was sitting in a comfortable overstuffed love seat in the back row of the party tent, bored out of
her mind. She liked Emma and Hannah. She had been intrigued by Hannah's probing questions about
what Chloe thought was acceptable behavior between consenting adults at a private party, and so she
made an effort to be at this party.
Chloe recalled how thoroughly surprised Emma had been when they ambushed her in the living room of
the house earlier this evening. After opening gifts, Hannah had led them all out to this incredible party
tent. There was a raised dance floor in the center. These overstuffed love seats and sofas surrounded it
on three sides. An unoccupied DJ booth capped the dance floor on the side of the tent they had entered
from. Immediately behind the DJ booth was the ‘open' bar facing the entrance flaps. The appetizer
tables flanked the entrance. Colorful lighting softly lit the space. The dance floor was brightly lit by
spotlights.
All the other girls were having a great time watching the sex toys being presented. And that was Chloe's
problem. She was a rare female who was completely unsatisfied by dildos and vibrators. The longer she
used one, the more sexually frustrated she became. She knew it was all in her mind because she had no
problem climaxing from fingers, tongues, or cocks.
Because of Hannah's ‘consenting adults’ questions Chloe had expected more than sex toys. She had
worn her little black cocktail dress. It was backless and strappy, so no bra. Not that her bee-sting tits
ever needed a bra. Her tits looked small even on her tiny body.
The little black dress was also very short. It was just long enough to cover her ass. Again, based on
Hannah's questions, Chloe had gone commando. She didn't dare uncross her legs. One of her lipstick
red ‘fuck me' heels bounced in the air with her agitated mood.
Chloe got up and made one more pass on the appetizers, got a new glass of wine, and slid into a seat in
the darkest corner of the tent to keep from being engaged. Thankfully the girl with the toys was
wrapping up her presentation.
A hunk of a guy came sprinting into the DJ booth.
“Hi, I’m Matt. Let’s get this party started.” Matt announced over the sound system. He spun up ‘The
Chainsmokers’ song ‘Closer', and keyed a synchronized light show.
“My favorite!” Emma yelled as Matt pulled her willingly onto the dance floor. They bobbed and weaved
beautifully together to the strong beat. All the girls were mesmerized watching Emma and Matt dance.
Not only was he very good looking, he was a great dancer.
Matt was wearing a bright red silky poet shirt that hung loosely to below his ass. It flowed around him
like water, adding sinuous motion to his graceful dancing. He had a light weight and loose fitted white
linen pair of pants that also moved well. He was barefoot, amplifying the sex-on-a-stick look.
Chloe had to consciously close her mouth when she finally realized it had dropped open.
Emma was soon waving her friends onto the dance floor. Matt went around the tent pulling more girls
up. He danced a short time with each.
A playlist of several of Emma’s favorite songs kept her gyrating on the dance floor for a good thirty
minutes. Matt ensured others joined her. When the last song ended, Matt was back in the DJ booth.
“Next up, Glenn Miller and ‘A String of Pearls’. Foxtrot anybody?” Matt queried. Most of the girls had
left the dance floor. Chloe had formal ballroom training, and could foxtrot, but was content to remain in
the shadows and watch. Emma, still on the dance floor, had her hands in the air, jumping up and down,
yelling “Me, me, me!”
Matt joined her and set off. Two other pairs of girls joined them, which left plenty of room to move.
Matt appeared to always be fully focused on his dance partner. In reality, he was scanning the crowd,
watching for the type of woman who would willingly help him close his show. He had spotted Chloe in
the back and flagged her as a possibility. Her body language indicated she liked dancing, but she hadn't
put herself forward.
When the music ended, Matt formally bowed to Emma and returned to the DJ booth.
“Stepping it up, ‘Danny and The Juniors’ with ‘Dancing At The Hop’. Does anybody want to swing?” Matt
asked, putting a bit of innuendo into the question. Seven girls, including Emma, rushed the dance floor
yelling.
“Who knows West Coast?” Matt asked. It appeared they all knew that swing style. Matt agreed to
change partners frequently, started the music and joined them. As promised, all the girls got to swing
with Matt. The song ended with all of them clearly sweating.
“Wow! I’m HOT!” Matt declared. “Would anybody care if I removed my shirt?” he asked and received a
chorus of no’s. Matt pulling his shirt over his head was greeted with moaning, wolf whistles, and
catcalls. His pants had a tie-string waist band and hung very low on his hips. All of his well-developed
muscles were on display. The top of Matt's to-die-for ass cheeks and crack were exposed in the back. A
‘happy trail' in front pointed down to the deli-sized sausage swaying unfettered in his loose pants.
“Time for a Latin beat. ‘Azuquita’ with ‘Rumbakalao’. Samba anyone?” Matt asked with a lascivious
wink and grin. Every girl in the tent wanted to sway to a Latin beat against that half naked male body.
Most had no idea of how to dance the Samba.
Chloe knew how to dance the Samba, and she was sorely tempted, but something still held her back.
Kayla, a tall slender girl who was dressed like she belonged in a ballroom competition, stepped forward.
Matt keyed up the music and lighting, with a delay, and joined Kayla in the center of the dance floor.
They had a few quiet words, assumed the dance pose, and waited. The music started and on the correct
beat Matt and Kayla took off. Their performance was extremely erotic. Kayla’s short flared dress kept
flipping up with her exaggerated hip movements showing off her bare butt and tiny black G-string. The
same hip movements had Matt’s oversized cock jumping and swinging under his loose pants.
Matt had flagged Kayla as a prospective show ending partner. Now that she was in his arms, Matt didn’t
feel the needed electricity. They danced beautifully together, but Kayla was technical in her
performance. Matt looked over at the girl in the dark corner. Her legs had come uncrossed and the
knees were slightly apart giving Matt a clear look at her bare pussy. She was subconsciously sliding her
finger up and down over one of her nipples. Her eyes sparkled with lust as she watched Matt dance.
Her hips thrust forward in time with Matt’s. That’s the one, Matt thought.
The music ended with Matt dipping Kayla deep. The watching girls erupted in approval, screaming,
whistling, and clapping. Matt and Kayla bowed their way off the dance floor. Kayla returned to her seat
and Matt to the DJ booth.
“And now for something special.” was all he said. The tent faded to black with just a single spotlight in
the center of the dance floor.
Chloe heard the opening strain to Patrick Swayze’s ‘She’s like the Wind’ and she found herself on her
feet. ‘Dirty Dancing’ was her all-time favorite movie. It was the reason she learned to dance in the first
place. This song was in the movie, sure, but Chloe also knew there was a deleted scene where Baby, in
her underwear, and Johnny, topless, danced very erotically in his room. Chloe had memorized all of the
dance moves. Then Matt was before her, hand outstretched in invitation.
“Deleted scene. I know the moves!” Chloe exclaimed and took Matt’s hand.
“Let’s make these girls cream themselves!” Matt suggested and led her to the dance floor.
They step into the spotlight and press together, groin-to-groin, forehead-to-forehead. Chloe's hands
were around Matt's neck. Matt's hands were on Chloe's sides, just below her arms, his thumbs pressing
on her nipples. Their eyes were locked together in lust. Their hips sway, grind, heads tilt and their lips
brush. Matt slides his hands down Chloe's sides and onto her ass, pulling in while they sway and grind.
One of Chloe's hands slides up into Matt's hair, grasping, the other hand slides onto his shoulder and
pulls, their lips part and they frenched deep.
The watching girls are breathless. They can see Chloe's and Matt's desire for each other, and feel the
heat in the way their bodies respond to that desire.
Matt slides his hands further down onto Chloe's thighs and pulls them up, lifting her. Chloe wraps her
knees around Matt and she plants her ankles on the front of his thighs, assisting the lift. The hem of her
dress rides up. Chloe's bare pussy lands on Matt's bare pelvis. They continue to kiss and grind, Chloe's
petite body easily supported by Matt's well-developed muscles. Matt's erection has tented his loose
pants and could now be seen just below Chloe's ass.
Matt slides hands back up, over Chloe's ass and into the small of her back, sliding the hem of her dress
up with them.
With her lower back now well supported, Chloe breaks the kiss and throws her head back. She drops
her arms, letting them hang down loose and free. Her dress straps slip off her shoulders allowing the
dress to slide down. With her dress bunched around her waist, Chloe is now naked. She leans her upper
body out and away from Matt, putting more pressure on her pussy. She grinds it hard into Matt's rock-solid
abdomen. Matt adds hip thrusts to his movements, simulating fucking. His covered cock slapping
on Chloe's ass. Chloe's upper body, hanging free, bounces up with each of Matt's thrusts.
Some of the watching girls are so aroused by this display of raw, carnal sexuality, that their hands have
found their way onto their clits. Other girl's hands are in their neighbor’s laps. Emma and Hannah are
kissing passionately while caressing each other's breasts.
Matt leans toward Chloe and takes one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard. Chloe groans and
grabs his head in both hands.
When Matt straightens up, Chloe climbs his body to keep her nipple in his mouth. Her pushing red
heels catch in his pants and send them to the floor. Matt's freed erection slaps into Chloe's ass crack.
Chloe raised up further to allow Matt's cock head to line up with her bare wet pussy.
Matt had just taken Chloe's nipple between his teeth for a light bite when Chloe felt the alignment of
cock and cunt was correct. Chloe dropped onto Matt's cock. Chloe screamed in pleasure and pain. Her
nipple was pulled violently from Matt's teeth and her pussy was stuffed full.
They kissed passionately, and humped.
Matt slowly dropped to his knees. The song ended while Matt was lowering Chloe to the floor. A
detached part of her mind congregated herself for reenacting the movie scene so closely, minus the
nudity, and the fucking. The rest of her was busy thrusting back into Matt's long, forceful strokes.
The spotlight went out and the general lighting came back up to reveal a tent full of girls pleasuring
themselves; alone, in pairs, and in groups.
Hannah looked up from Emma's pussy, wished her Happy Birthday, then went back to eating Emma out.
Hannah considered this a successful ending to her planned activities.
twenty-one. Emma had just broken off a toxic relationship, so Hannah was planning a ‘girls only’
surprise party. Hannah had already booked a home sex toy party. Emma's invitation to that event
would get her to the surprise party at the correct date and time. The sex toy party would also put all the
girls in the horny, no guys needed, frame of mind to help Emma recover from her breakup. Hannah had
the food and booze plans all locked down. Emma loved to dance so Hannah was working on the music
and space to make that happen. She just needed a zinger of a way to end the evening.
She wanted to hire a male stripper. A guy with a really hot body, anonymous eye candy, to be enjoyed
and then forgotten. That wasn't going well. She lived in a small city in the upper Midwest. A city that
was conservative when compared to the rest of the state. There wasn't a lingerie or porn shop in the
city. All of the male entertainers listed online were in the major urban center for the state, one hundred
miles away. When contacted, they refused to travel that far.
She would settle for a local amateur, but Hannah couldn't think of any guy she knew who had a hot
enough body. She had reached out to all of her female acquaintances without luck. Then she got a call
from Aunt Jen, Wild Jenny, Hannah's mom referred to her in derision. Aunt Jen told Hannah that she
had seen a local male stripper at a recent bachelorette party.
“Does he have a hot body?” Hannah asked.
“He's so hot he had me drooling, from both pairs of lips! He is hung like a horse too! His performance
induced orgasms from several of the watching women!” Jennifer exclaimed.
“Sounds perfect. What's his name and number?” Hannah asked.
“Matt. You’ll have to get the rest from the party's hostess. I'll talk with her and see if she's willing to call
you. May I give her your number?” Jennifer asked. Hannah agreed and thanked her Aunt.
*****
Two weeks when by and Hannah was worried she wouldn't hear from Aunt Jen's friend in time. Then
she got a call from an unknown number. The woman introduced herself as Mrs. Miller and asked if
Hannah wanted the information on Mathew Davis, the male entertainer.
“Here's the situation. If you hire Matt as a stripper, he is required to follow all state and local statutes.
This means no nudity, in fact, not even a suggestion of male genitalia. Only an indistinguishable, nonerect,
bulge is allowed. Also, no interaction with audience members, which precludes any touching.
Trust me, those performances are very tame. If you invite him to a private party as a guest, with no
payment exchanged, he is free to behave in a manner acceptable to consenting adults. He tends to be a
very uninhibited, erotic, and entertaining guest. As a result, he gets many party invitations, so there's a
good possibility he won't be available for someone he doesn't know.” Mrs. Miller explained.
“Matt's primary business is providing lighting and sound equipment for events. When you book him for
an event, he specifies start and stop times for equipment setup, and again for teardown. In between
those two activities he is not under contract, not being paid, and already at your location. Write your
party invitation to him to be for the timeframe between his contracted activities.
Matt always visits a location, in advance, to discuss your needs and to finalize the equipment list. While
he's there, tip him $50 for every hour you want him at your party. The tip will ensure he stays at your
location on party day.”
“Your responsibility is to poll all of your guests and determine how much each will accept as ‘consenting
adults’. Communicate this information to Matt so he doesn’t offend anyone. Your party can get as
depraved as all guests can tolerate and you break no laws!” Mrs. Miller finished.
*****
Hannah contacted Davis Diversions to provide services for her party. She found Matt charming and easy
to work with. When they finally met, Hannah had to agree with her Aunt Jen. Even in heavy utility
clothes Matt's body was drool worthy. The snake of a bulge running down Matt's left thigh would
provide Hannah with a new series of masturbation fantasies. After walking around Hannah's house and
checking the backyard, Matt told her there was no space inside for 20 guests and dancing. He retrieved
a measuring wheel from his truck and walked off the open space in her backyard. His recommendation
was a 40’ by 40’ tent. He could provide the tent, seating, a 10’ by 10’ dance floor, power, lighting, and a
sound system. Matt offered to contact Hannah's food and bar catering companies to get their
requirements, design the layout, and email her a proposal within two days.
“Can you give me a rough estimate now?” Hannah asked, looking worried.
Matt considered everything he had seen; a modest house tastefully decorated on a budget, Hannah's
young age and living on her own. If he used basic and minimal equipment, nothing showy or
extravagant, he could keep the cost down.
“Between four and six thousand." Matt replied. Hannah winced. She could manage that. It'd wipe out
her savings, but she could do it. She passed Matt an envelope with $200 cash in it. Matt took a quick
glance, then pocketed the envelope. He held both her hands in his and looked deep into her eyes.
“I'll make this a memorable evening for you and your friends.” Matt promised with sincerity. Hannah
melted. It was a few moments before she realized he had left.
*****
Chloe was sitting in a comfortable overstuffed love seat in the back row of the party tent, bored out of
her mind. She liked Emma and Hannah. She had been intrigued by Hannah's probing questions about
what Chloe thought was acceptable behavior between consenting adults at a private party, and so she
made an effort to be at this party.
Chloe recalled how thoroughly surprised Emma had been when they ambushed her in the living room of
the house earlier this evening. After opening gifts, Hannah had led them all out to this incredible party
tent. There was a raised dance floor in the center. These overstuffed love seats and sofas surrounded it
on three sides. An unoccupied DJ booth capped the dance floor on the side of the tent they had entered
from. Immediately behind the DJ booth was the ‘open' bar facing the entrance flaps. The appetizer
tables flanked the entrance. Colorful lighting softly lit the space. The dance floor was brightly lit by
spotlights.
All the other girls were having a great time watching the sex toys being presented. And that was Chloe's
problem. She was a rare female who was completely unsatisfied by dildos and vibrators. The longer she
used one, the more sexually frustrated she became. She knew it was all in her mind because she had no
problem climaxing from fingers, tongues, or cocks.
Because of Hannah's ‘consenting adults’ questions Chloe had expected more than sex toys. She had
worn her little black cocktail dress. It was backless and strappy, so no bra. Not that her bee-sting tits
ever needed a bra. Her tits looked small even on her tiny body.
The little black dress was also very short. It was just long enough to cover her ass. Again, based on
Hannah's questions, Chloe had gone commando. She didn't dare uncross her legs. One of her lipstick
red ‘fuck me' heels bounced in the air with her agitated mood.
Chloe got up and made one more pass on the appetizers, got a new glass of wine, and slid into a seat in
the darkest corner of the tent to keep from being engaged. Thankfully the girl with the toys was
wrapping up her presentation.
A hunk of a guy came sprinting into the DJ booth.
“Hi, I’m Matt. Let’s get this party started.” Matt announced over the sound system. He spun up ‘The
Chainsmokers’ song ‘Closer', and keyed a synchronized light show.
“My favorite!” Emma yelled as Matt pulled her willingly onto the dance floor. They bobbed and weaved
beautifully together to the strong beat. All the girls were mesmerized watching Emma and Matt dance.
Not only was he very good looking, he was a great dancer.
Matt was wearing a bright red silky poet shirt that hung loosely to below his ass. It flowed around him
like water, adding sinuous motion to his graceful dancing. He had a light weight and loose fitted white
linen pair of pants that also moved well. He was barefoot, amplifying the sex-on-a-stick look.
Chloe had to consciously close her mouth when she finally realized it had dropped open.
Emma was soon waving her friends onto the dance floor. Matt went around the tent pulling more girls
up. He danced a short time with each.
A playlist of several of Emma’s favorite songs kept her gyrating on the dance floor for a good thirty
minutes. Matt ensured others joined her. When the last song ended, Matt was back in the DJ booth.
“Next up, Glenn Miller and ‘A String of Pearls’. Foxtrot anybody?” Matt queried. Most of the girls had
left the dance floor. Chloe had formal ballroom training, and could foxtrot, but was content to remain in
the shadows and watch. Emma, still on the dance floor, had her hands in the air, jumping up and down,
yelling “Me, me, me!”
Matt joined her and set off. Two other pairs of girls joined them, which left plenty of room to move.
Matt appeared to always be fully focused on his dance partner. In reality, he was scanning the crowd,
watching for the type of woman who would willingly help him close his show. He had spotted Chloe in
the back and flagged her as a possibility. Her body language indicated she liked dancing, but she hadn't
put herself forward.
When the music ended, Matt formally bowed to Emma and returned to the DJ booth.
“Stepping it up, ‘Danny and The Juniors’ with ‘Dancing At The Hop’. Does anybody want to swing?” Matt
asked, putting a bit of innuendo into the question. Seven girls, including Emma, rushed the dance floor
yelling.
“Who knows West Coast?” Matt asked. It appeared they all knew that swing style. Matt agreed to
change partners frequently, started the music and joined them. As promised, all the girls got to swing
with Matt. The song ended with all of them clearly sweating.
“Wow! I’m HOT!” Matt declared. “Would anybody care if I removed my shirt?” he asked and received a
chorus of no’s. Matt pulling his shirt over his head was greeted with moaning, wolf whistles, and
catcalls. His pants had a tie-string waist band and hung very low on his hips. All of his well-developed
muscles were on display. The top of Matt's to-die-for ass cheeks and crack were exposed in the back. A
‘happy trail' in front pointed down to the deli-sized sausage swaying unfettered in his loose pants.
“Time for a Latin beat. ‘Azuquita’ with ‘Rumbakalao’. Samba anyone?” Matt asked with a lascivious
wink and grin. Every girl in the tent wanted to sway to a Latin beat against that half naked male body.
Most had no idea of how to dance the Samba.
Chloe knew how to dance the Samba, and she was sorely tempted, but something still held her back.
Kayla, a tall slender girl who was dressed like she belonged in a ballroom competition, stepped forward.
Matt keyed up the music and lighting, with a delay, and joined Kayla in the center of the dance floor.
They had a few quiet words, assumed the dance pose, and waited. The music started and on the correct
beat Matt and Kayla took off. Their performance was extremely erotic. Kayla’s short flared dress kept
flipping up with her exaggerated hip movements showing off her bare butt and tiny black G-string. The
same hip movements had Matt’s oversized cock jumping and swinging under his loose pants.
Matt had flagged Kayla as a prospective show ending partner. Now that she was in his arms, Matt didn’t
feel the needed electricity. They danced beautifully together, but Kayla was technical in her
performance. Matt looked over at the girl in the dark corner. Her legs had come uncrossed and the
knees were slightly apart giving Matt a clear look at her bare pussy. She was subconsciously sliding her
finger up and down over one of her nipples. Her eyes sparkled with lust as she watched Matt dance.
Her hips thrust forward in time with Matt’s. That’s the one, Matt thought.
The music ended with Matt dipping Kayla deep. The watching girls erupted in approval, screaming,
whistling, and clapping. Matt and Kayla bowed their way off the dance floor. Kayla returned to her seat
and Matt to the DJ booth.
“And now for something special.” was all he said. The tent faded to black with just a single spotlight in
the center of the dance floor.
Chloe heard the opening strain to Patrick Swayze’s ‘She’s like the Wind’ and she found herself on her
feet. ‘Dirty Dancing’ was her all-time favorite movie. It was the reason she learned to dance in the first
place. This song was in the movie, sure, but Chloe also knew there was a deleted scene where Baby, in
her underwear, and Johnny, topless, danced very erotically in his room. Chloe had memorized all of the
dance moves. Then Matt was before her, hand outstretched in invitation.
“Deleted scene. I know the moves!” Chloe exclaimed and took Matt’s hand.
“Let’s make these girls cream themselves!” Matt suggested and led her to the dance floor.
They step into the spotlight and press together, groin-to-groin, forehead-to-forehead. Chloe's hands
were around Matt's neck. Matt's hands were on Chloe's sides, just below her arms, his thumbs pressing
on her nipples. Their eyes were locked together in lust. Their hips sway, grind, heads tilt and their lips
brush. Matt slides his hands down Chloe's sides and onto her ass, pulling in while they sway and grind.
One of Chloe's hands slides up into Matt's hair, grasping, the other hand slides onto his shoulder and
pulls, their lips part and they frenched deep.
The watching girls are breathless. They can see Chloe's and Matt's desire for each other, and feel the
heat in the way their bodies respond to that desire.
Matt slides his hands further down onto Chloe's thighs and pulls them up, lifting her. Chloe wraps her
knees around Matt and she plants her ankles on the front of his thighs, assisting the lift. The hem of her
dress rides up. Chloe's bare pussy lands on Matt's bare pelvis. They continue to kiss and grind, Chloe's
petite body easily supported by Matt's well-developed muscles. Matt's erection has tented his loose
pants and could now be seen just below Chloe's ass.
Matt slides hands back up, over Chloe's ass and into the small of her back, sliding the hem of her dress
up with them.
With her lower back now well supported, Chloe breaks the kiss and throws her head back. She drops
her arms, letting them hang down loose and free. Her dress straps slip off her shoulders allowing the
dress to slide down. With her dress bunched around her waist, Chloe is now naked. She leans her upper
body out and away from Matt, putting more pressure on her pussy. She grinds it hard into Matt's rock-solid
abdomen. Matt adds hip thrusts to his movements, simulating fucking. His covered cock slapping
on Chloe's ass. Chloe's upper body, hanging free, bounces up with each of Matt's thrusts.
Some of the watching girls are so aroused by this display of raw, carnal sexuality, that their hands have
found their way onto their clits. Other girl's hands are in their neighbor’s laps. Emma and Hannah are
kissing passionately while caressing each other's breasts.
Matt leans toward Chloe and takes one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard. Chloe groans and
grabs his head in both hands.
When Matt straightens up, Chloe climbs his body to keep her nipple in his mouth. Her pushing red
heels catch in his pants and send them to the floor. Matt's freed erection slaps into Chloe's ass crack.
Chloe raised up further to allow Matt's cock head to line up with her bare wet pussy.
Matt had just taken Chloe's nipple between his teeth for a light bite when Chloe felt the alignment of
cock and cunt was correct. Chloe dropped onto Matt's cock. Chloe screamed in pleasure and pain. Her
nipple was pulled violently from Matt's teeth and her pussy was stuffed full.
They kissed passionately, and humped.
Matt slowly dropped to his knees. The song ended while Matt was lowering Chloe to the floor. A
detached part of her mind congregated herself for reenacting the movie scene so closely, minus the
nudity, and the fucking. The rest of her was busy thrusting back into Matt's long, forceful strokes.
The spotlight went out and the general lighting came back up to reveal a tent full of girls pleasuring
themselves; alone, in pairs, and in groups.
Hannah looked up from Emma's pussy, wished her Happy Birthday, then went back to eating Emma out.
Hannah considered this a successful ending to her planned activities.
4年前
