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Unlike my fiction stories, what follows is another true experience (Club Tease was the other one, along with my tentative tease-o-graphy series which I stopped due to lack of feedback...) In Club Tease, I must admit there may have been some over-imaginative interpretations of what the girl was doing to me, such as purposely masturbating me instead of merely rubbing her knee against my hard-on, but in the following I believe I stayed really true to the facts. As such, you may find there are too many 'non tease' details, or not like the ending, or prefer a more 'tie and tease' orientation (sorry, but the latter is not really my cup of tea, although I enjoy reading some of the stories... My feeling is a real cock-teaser has no need to tie the guy to reach her ways, her sheer sexual power should be more than enough...) Also, I abbreviated the names to the first initial to avoid any possible embarassment to the girls. Anyway, I would really appreciate any comments (philip_60@hotmail.com)!
I think I already mentionned how I enjoy being teased by a lap-dancer dancing for me in a strip club. I have to profusely thank Sweet Beth (a.k.a. Torturess) for introducing me to these clubs, in an e-mail tease challenge she gave me a couple of years ago! A few weeks ago, I met P. in one of those clubs. She's a gorgeous jamaican girl. She was wearing a transparent yellow dress that left little of her beautiful braless breasts to the imagination. Along with the usual see-through plastic spiked-heels sandals that always have me drool with arousal. And extra-long glittery silver nails in both her toes and fingers. As we were having a drink at the bar, she was very touchy, and I couldn't wait to have a dance with her. After a few minutes, we want to the dance lounge. Now, in this part of the world, there's supposed to be very strict 'no touching' rules in this kind of clubs, and here they even had a bouncer lazily monitoring the scene... In effect, while it is out of the question for the customer to touch the girl, I found that the girls manage to get very touchy with you, especially if you tip them well...
In another strip-club I used to go quite often, they had a 'VIP Room' where you could have one-on-one's with a dancer, almost private but for the CCTV monitoring. I had my two favourite dancers there, Blonde S. and African J. ... S. played more like the 'out of reach' tease kind, lightly brushing against me as she stripped. Brief, feathery almost accidental-looking contacts of her knees, bum or breasts against my helpless hard-on. I should mention that when I go to these places, I'm dressed just as in my fictions. My very tight thin white-cotton jeans and lack of underwear really leave me completely helpless and exposed to the dancers. And I can tell you they know exactly the state they have me in. A few times, S. even slowly brushed the tip of her high-heel down my enraged erection, sending me into overdrive... So imagine spending half-an-hour with her in the VIP Room, with just a few brushes to my bursting hard-on here and there, and her letting me suck her nipples as she romped her pussy against my thigh until she had to go to the toilets to cool down! On the other hand, J. was much bolder. She was without doubt one of the best dancers on the scene, climbing over the pole with astounding agility. She really enjoyed dancing and always wore very sexy and original outfits. I loved her thigh-high black leather boots, especially when she rubbed her knee against my throbbing hard-on with them. She always made comments about how she enjoyed seeing my hard-on bulging through my jeans. Especially after leaving me with an obvious wet spot of precum showing over my cock-head! The "White pants, no underwear... I can see everything!" line from "Beyond Tease" actually comes from her... Anyway, when she danced in the VIP Room, she was all over me! Her bum, breasts and leather-clad knees kept rubbing against my desperate hard-on, while her hands went to stroke it once in a while. A few firm strokes up and down the length and over my balls, then her fingers just lightly rubbing my cock-head until I was right on the brink, and the touch was gone as my cock helplessly throbbed and dribbled precum through the fabric... There's at least a couple of times when she stopped at the very last possible moment just as I felt I was starting to cum ... And then, there was her mouth ... Most dancers always make some very suggestive movements as their mouth approaches your crotch without touching it, acting as if they'd give you a blow job. J. was no exception, but the sexy teaser also enjoyed lightly biting my cock-head right through the fabric with her lipsticked mouth! (the similar scene in "Beyond Tease" was actually written long before I met J., so you can imagine my reaction as somehow fantasy turned into reality for me...) Once, she had me right about to cum with her magic fingers, to the point where my cock started twitching and I could feel the precum oozing out. She removed her hand at that precise moment, and immediately performed her biting trick. I can assure you it was quite like the squeeze technique and had the desired effect of stopping the surge of my orgasm. I still wonder if she did it on purpose, knowing exactly how close I was.. Everytime I went out of there, I was not only left in desperate need of relief, but my jeans were in a most embarassing state. Along with the precum were black shoe-polish stains left by her leather boots, and the red lipstick of her mouth, all in the most compromising location just around my throbbing hard-on... I was glad I had a jacket to try and cover it... Unfortunately, J. and S. stopped working there, and it's a long time I haven't seen them...
So back to P. Although the dances in this club were twice as expensive as the other one, I was so attracted and aroused I let her dance for me over an hour. I must say she quite reminded of J. in the bold way she rubbed against my helpless erection with her bum and knees, and regularly grabbed and stroked my cock through my favourite 'tease me' jeans. She kept me hard and throbbing all the way through, despite the closeness of the seemingly oblivious bouncer, and the other dancers dancing for other customers surrounding us. I must say she wasn't as skilled a dancer as J., perhaps a bit too rough and still lacking some grace and agility. But she did put me in overdrive as well with her vicious rubbing, telling me how big my cock was and even asking me if I wanted to fuck her pussy. At the end of it, she surprised me by openly asking me for my phone number. Something that was strictly forbidden in the other club. I gave her my mobile number, and was even more surprised when she actually called me on the following day. I understand her primary reason is to get the customers, and the money, back in... But I thought it also meant she'd enjoyed giving me the dance and seeing how I reacted... Or in other words, that she enjoyed teasing me...
Anyway, I asked her about her free evenings, and told her I'd really like to go dining and clubbing with her. It was only last Friday that we managed to arrange a date together. By the way, I must tell you about her answering message when her mobile is off. It goes like "Hi, you've reached my sex hotline. I can't answer you right now because I've got that big stick rammed into my pussy, but I'll call you back as soon as I cum .. Oh, fuck my pussy, baby, fuck my pussy!". We were supposed to meet at 11 PM and go clubbing. I rested a bit after a hard day's work, and then showered and dressed up in my usual 'tease me' white cotton jeans, along with a packful of banknotes to cater for what was in store. I was there right on time and called her, and I could say the tease began then... She said she wasn't quite ready yet, and would show up in another half-hour... Then it turned to another extra hour... Meanwhile, I started reading my selection of tease stories I had brought along to show her... It was maybe 1 AM when she called to say she was finally getting on her way... Half-an-hour later, another call : she couldn't get a taxi... I offered to pick her up, and she started giving directions to one place, where I was to call her again to get other directions... It took me sometimes to get there, as there was a lot of traffic, and she called me a couple of times to enquire how things were going. I finally got there and called, and there was the 'sex hotline' answering message greeting me! I went a bit further down the way as she had mentionned another place and tried to call her several times without success. I waited another half-hour, trying to get into a club that was nearby, but it was closing already. It was already well past 2 AM, and I finally decided to leave her a message, saying I had to head back home, and hoped we could meet the next day or another time. I headed back (which was completely the other way round the suburbs) and when I was half way there, she called! It seems she had fallen asleep, and her 2 year-old baby boy had played with her mobile and switched it off... I turned back as she gave new directions to some far-away suburb I'd never been to. Even with a map, it took me an awful lot of time to finally get there, regularly calling her on the way. When we finally met, it was already around 5 AM... Too late to go clubbing anyway... She was dressed to kill, thin blue denim stretch jeans with a matching top from which her bursting braless tits escaped right in the open, hardened by the cool morning breeze, along with a pink coat and high-heels sandals... But first she asked me to drive her to a place she had some business with. It was actually near the place I'd ended up and found the club closing a few hours before that. Fortunately, she knew the way, and it didn't take that long to get there and back. All the way, I was feeling her denim-clad thigh and bum as I drove, and getting pretty much aroused to have such a gorgeous girl sitting next to me. I was hoping she'd return the touches, but she only gave a brief feel to my inner thigh once. I was desperate for more contact.
The choice was between an hotel room, and doing whatever you could expect there, or going to her flat for a dance. And, guess what, I opted for the dance! Her lounge had a deep black leather couch and sexy music. She again took some time preparing herself, and reappeared in a very short and clingy black stretch dress, always with the same high-heels. I showed her my tease collection, which I must say she mostly was interested in the pictures and didn't care about the stories. But at least she'd got the point that I liked to be teased. We agreed on the price for a one hour dance, which was almost all my banknotes could afford... And I insisted how I wanted her to tease me and keep me on the brink all the way through... So I layed back on the couch as she started her show. At first, it wasn't that much different from the strip-club, except she went more slowly, taking much more time until she finally stripped her panties. And all the time, she kept her dress on, even if it just covered her belly, and left her tits, bum and pussy all exposed... But unlike the club, I could touch her, feel and caress her all over. And she was having me kiss her breasts and pussy. She kept rubbing against me, grinding her bum and knees against my bursting erection, and her hands would regularly stroke it through the tightness of my jeans. I'm not sure if it was some of the pics I'd shown her from my 'high-heeled tease' story, or the fact that I kept feeling her feet everytime they got close enough, but she also did give a few short rubs to my helpless cock with her high-heels, leaving me moaning with the sensation. My rock-hard cock was throbbing from the arousal, helplessly straining through the tight fabric. After a while, she had me touch her pussy to feel how wet it was... Then she started humping it against my chest, as her right hand reached down to my crotch and performed real magic... Done with the quick and firm occasional strokes, she was now applying soft squeezes on my balls and the base of my cock until I felt ready to burst, and then alternating with a maddening feathery brushing of her nails up and down the length of my rod, concentrating right on my cock-head. The sexy bitch seemed to know exactly what she was doing, and her manipulations were keeping me right on the brink. I was constantly feeling the surge of an orgasm rise and then subside, wondering how long I would resist! Her light brushing on my cock-head was all that I needed and wanted to build up a terrific climax, but she always stopped and started groping elsewhere just when I felt I couldn't hold any longer. We were both moaning as she kept humping against me, and I held her bum and caressed her all over, wanting her to enjoy an orgasm as she did that... I think it happenned, because she had to stop and go to the toilets for a while...
When she came back, she sat on my lap, telling me she was feeling sleepy as I cuddled her in my arms. I think maybe only half an hour had passed since we had started, but it had seemed much longer to me. I insisted and told her how much I'd enjoyed the way she'd played with my cock, and if we could do that again for a while. She started humping her pussy against my chest as her right hand reached down to fondle me through my jeans. At one point, she maneuvered a firm stroke to my cock with her right heel, followed by a serie of quick vibrations over my cock-head as she kicked her sandal off. That was enough to send me into complete overdrive, and when she resumed the feathery brushing of her finger-nails up and down my helpless erection, she had me right on the brink of eruption. And she was keeping me there! I think it's the first time I was kept tethering on the edge of orgasm for so long, even if it was just maybe a few minutes... She kept performing her maddening manipulations to my nearly erupting member, regularly stopping the brushing to softly fondle my balls and squeeze the base of my cock, and then resuming, tickling my cock-head with her nails until I was ready to spurt... Finally, I couldn't resist any longer and started cumming in my jeans as her fingers feathered my cock-head. The sexy bitch stopped at that precise moment to resume fondling my balls. I was there moaning, tethering on the edge as my orgasm had started but desperately needed her fingers to keep on stimulating my cock-head. She could have left me just like that, frustrated with an interrupted orgasm...
But she had mercy upon me, and promptly resumed her expert manipulations on my throbbing cock-head. Under the feathery brushing of her nails, my cock kept pumping and pumping as I experienced one of the most intense orgasms in my life. And one of the longest as well... The light touch of her magic fingers was keeping me just past the edge as she slowly had me ejaculate into my jeans. When it was almost over, she finally gave my cock and balls some firmer squeezes until I'd spurt my last drop of cum. My jeans were thoroughly soaked and I was in a trance-like state. I've had some girls masturbate me through my jeans and keep me near the brink of orgasm, but to then follow on to some more classic hot love-making. And other girls who actually made me cum into them, but not with the intensity I knew was possible. P. was the first to give me such an incredibly powerful orgasm as she so expertly teased me through my jeans... I still get a hard-on everytime I think of her vicious feathery nail brushing... I finally regained my senses and gave her a good tip over the sum we'd agreed, which left me almost penniless. I think it had lasted maybe only 45 minutes, but they were among the best I'd ever spent. I drove back home straining to stay awake and got there at 8 in the morning after one of the most astounding sleepless nights of my life!
I'd love to see her again, but I'll need to either win the jackpot or wait quite some time before I can afford it. I guess it'll just make the tease more intense... Still, my dream is to find a cock-teaser who teases just for pleasure, rather than money...