The Dancer

The Dancer

by unknown

Rob was shy, sweet and very good-looking. He was also a virgin. His shyness made it very difficult for him to talk to women much less have sex with them, besides he was confused with some of his sexual tendencies. One that disturbed him the most was his fixation with strong dominant women, women who enjoyed causing men pain, women who were in charge of their sexuality and who used their sexuality for power and control over men.

Rob felt uneasy about the bachelor party but Chris was one of his best friends so he had to at least make an appearance. He arrived to a large hotel room full of rowdy, sexually charged men. He scanned the room to see what all the fuss was about and immediately understood. She was incredible, long sun-streaked blonde hair, a tanned, toned dancer's body, perfectly round 34C breasts...beautiful. He was in awe of her. He couldn't take his eyes off her as she teased and tormented these poor men. She seemed to take delight in playing with them; she enjoyed making them look like fools She seemed to especially enjoy punishing them if they stepped even slightly "out of line", like if one of them touched her (when she clearly stated they were not to).

Rob watched as she playfully brushed her breasts against his friend Evan's chest while she danced suggestively close to him. Evan, feeling rather confident, slipped his hand around her waist and began caressing her ass. She looked into Evan's eyes, smiled seductively and brought her knee up hard into Evan's unsuspecting balls. Evan doubled over while his hands instinctively found their way to his groin A rather high-pitched squeal passed his lips. The dancer threw her head back and laughed.

"Aww, poor baby. I told you no touching; but I guess you couldn't resist, huh?" While the other men laughed (perhaps a little nervously) Rob could feel his desire for her intensify. God, he wanted his balls to be at her mercy. He continued to watch her throughout the evening, growing more excited as the night progressed. but his shyness, as usual, kept him from approaching her. Hell, she probably didn't even notice him with all the attention she received from the other men in the room.

While she went to change her costume, Dave , the best man, joined Rob at the bar. "So, you having fun yet?" Dave laughed.

"Yeah, its great"

"What do ya think of the um, 'entertainment', pretty nice, huh?" Rob's eyes lit up.

"She's awesome"

"Oh yeah? Let me see what I can do." Before Rob could protest or say anything Dave disappeared. Although it felt like she was gone forever Rob felt like it was well worth the wait. She emerged wearing black skin-tight short shorts, a matching low-cut halter and the sexiest pair of black stiletto knee high boots. She scoped the room as if she were looking for someone, then her eyes met Rob's. She made her way over to him, reached down between his legs and gripped him tightly.

"Come with me," she whispered and lead him into the bedroom by his balls...

"I hear you're a virgin," she purred.

"Yes," he stammered.

"Mmmm nice, but I think you should know, luv, I want a 'real man'... What makes you think you're man enough?"

"I don't know"

"Mmm, well, let's see if you are." With that she pressed her body against his, parted her full, lush mouth and touched his lower lip with her tongue. He eagerly tried to kiss her when the pain exploded it started in his groin and spread quickly throughout his body, then again and again! She was kneeing him in his balls and smiling, smirking actually. He dropped down to his knees, tears welling up in his eyes. She kicked at him knocking him onto his back then kicked his legs apart and placed her stilettoed foot on his crotch.

"So tell me, baby, still think you're man enough?"