ME06 Story

Delilah didn't set out to be a topless dancer. It just happened to be something she was good at. Not to mention the fact that she had fabulous breasts. When she started developing many years ago, she noticed that both men and women couldn't seem to tear their eyes off of that part of her body. It didn't matter how short her skirt was-heck, she could walk around naked from the waist down-people would still stare at her breasts.

Looking in the mirror between acts, she had to admit that she was truly blessed with magnificence in that area. Even after all those years of swinging and bobbing to teeth-clenching stripper music, her breasts still remained firm, round globes of pearly flesh that, with little more than a swish and a sway, could induce erections in men. Her favorite moments during the show came when, wearing only a piece of dental floss to tease her slit, she would sashay up to a table surrounded by horny masses of testosterone. With her massive breasts coming within inches of their faces, she would watch the men practically drool with the desire to take one of her tawny nipples into their mouths. More often than not, when they noticed Billy, the bouncer, standing nearby, these guys would literally sit on their hands to resist the temptation to touch.

Not that she minded the touching. She just loved to be pinched and squeezed anywhere on her body, but especially on her nipples. If it wouldn't appear just plain weird, she would walk around all day with clamps on. They tend to make noticeable bulges under her form-fitting shirts, however, so she usually reserved that pleasure for quiet moments at home.

And not so quiet moments. Pulling on the sequined outfit for her next number, she thought back to the day when Cap'n Charles had visited to give her hands-on tips on dancing more erotically, and hence, more financially pleasing to the club where she first worked.

It occurred while the Cap'n was showing her just where to place her hands for the most effective removal of her shirt.

"Ya put one hand crossed over here like this, and the other is just the opposite. Oh, I'm sorry, darlin'. Didn't mean to pinch ya there like that. Didn't hurt ya, did I? Ah, I can see that, hurt or no, ya musta liked it a bit, eh?"

She must have had the grace to blush, because the Cap'n just chuckled and reached out a gnarled, overworked hand to again pinch her hardened nipple.

"A good titty is like homemade bread. It just keeps on a risin' and risin' with rubbin' the dough."

Good old Cap'n Charles always did have a way with words even if he didn't have a clue about making bread. He obviously did know something about women and what turns them on, though, as he continued to caress and pinch and squeeze her breasts until she thought she was going to come right there from that alone. The good Cap'n seemed to know what was running through her mind and nether regions as well.

"What say we get all o' these clothes off ya' now? I can maybe help ya with that problem ya got there."

Pushing her pants over her rounded hips to the floor, she stood for a minute while he walked around her, pinching here, stroking there, murmuring to himself in his disjointed accent the entire time he was doing this. When he finally seemed to have completed his admiring inspection, he stepped up to her to again pinch her nipples. By this time, they were as hard as thumb tacks stuck in the wall, and the Cap'n seemed to decide that it was time to apply real pressure as he dug his uneven fingernails into her sensitive skin. Delilah could barely stand the odd combination of pain and pleasure and had to reach back to support herself on the cluttered table against the wall.

"Whaddya want darlin'. Tell ol' Cap'n how ya like it."

"Your mouth…." she gasped. "I want your mouth on me."

Cap'n Charles hesitated for a brief moment to gaze at her with a slightly amused, slightly devilish look coloring his eyes. Before Delilah could wonder what that mischievous glance meant, he wrapped his rough hands around her naked middle to lift her onto the edge of the table. A copy of "The Idiot's Guide to Erotic Dancing" poked her rather sharply in the ass, but when she tried to move it out of the way, Cap'n grabbed her wrist and shook his head.

"That will add to it for ya', darlin'."

Still pinching her reddened nipples with one hand, he spread her legs wide open with the other. Again, glancing at her with that impish twinkle in his eyes, he kneeled between her legs, moving as closely to her crotch as he could. Delilah closed her eyes as he reached out to taste her, then opened them suddenly as she felt a small, metal ball roll over her clit and down and around her lips. Cap'n was watching her face as he did this, waiting for her reaction to the realization that his tongue was pierced. She had a moment of brief clarity that this was why he spoke rather oddly. He didn't want anyone to know he had a stud in his tongue. That thought was quickly wiped away from her mind when he continued to apply pressure, licking her wetness in longer and longer strokes until his tongue with its added treasure was enjoying her from her tiny asshole to her clit and back.

Delilah was soon rocking her hips with something akin to ecstasy, on the brink of coming. All it took for her orgasm was Cap'n inserting two fingers into her warmth. The combination of the steel ball and his tongue sucking on her clit with the texture of his ridged fingers inside of her brought to an orgasm unlike any other she had ever experienced. Though it was hard and fast, it seemed to last and last, until finally Cap'n stopped the rocking motion of his fingers and the pressure of his tongue. Only then did she realize that she could still feel the sharpness of the book pressing into her ass and Cap'n's other hand pinching her nipples.

"I believe yar neighbors heard ya' on that one, darlin'." Cap'n said with that curious, close-mouthed grin of his. "Whaddya say ya' do one more thing for me now?"

Anything, she thought. Anything after that fabulous orgasm. He seemed to read the look of compliance in her eyes, because he pulled a riding crop out of his well-used Army-issue bag.

"Now, before ya' get alarmed darlin'. I don't want ya' to use this on me. I just want ya' to dance for me and rub this thing all over ya' body. Use it any way ya' want. I just want to see ya' dance like yar about to fuck this thing."

Delilah was hesitant at first, but once Cap'n put some sensual music on the stereo, she closed her eyes to better feel the notes, letting them run through her body, becoming a part of her. She started to sway, moving her hips in wide, slow circles until the music grew out of the notes and became her dancing partner. Caressing her neck and shoulders, moving to her breasts and around her back, the riding crop seemed to be traveling her body of its own accord. Her hands ran it between her legs, gilding it with the shine from her wetness. She opened her legs a bit, still swaying and shifting with the music, its fluidity becoming a part of her arms and hips. With her eyes half closed and drooping with anticipation and desire, she put the handled end of the riding crop against her clit, sliding it down to the opening just beyond it and pushing, slowly. In and out to the rhythm of the music, she made love to the crop like it was Cap'n himself there between her legs. As the music heightened to a crescendo, Delilah felt her second orgasm building as well, until the notes and her body exploded together at once.

With the music fading into memory, she removed the crop and opened her eyes to glance almost shyly at Cap'n. She noticed then that he had freed his cock from his dusty pants to stroke himself while she danced. After her spectacular performance, his cock was wilting slightly, a sheen of moisture on his hand.

"Darlin', ya' are truly gifted, ya' know. Ya' keep up with ya'r dancing, and ya'll go far. I promise ya' that."

Delilah brought herself back to the present, trying to focus on the show just ahead. She smiled to think of Cap'n and his prediction. He had spoken the truth as he had seen it, and his words had proved more accurate than she could have ever guessed.

Ah well, Delilah sighed to herself. There are worse things in the world than having fabulous breasts and a talent for jiggling them in just the right way to make men horny enough to pay her way in the world.