Chapter 60

One worry I had about this dance hall or any other dance hall was the “sex bomb” factor. In short, there’s no end of trouble one might face walking into a public place with one sex bomb, much less three. I had serious fears of some gorillas with bulging muscles trying to steal away one or more of my women.

I realized with a start, I’m already thinking of them as ‘my women!’ In fact, it’s getting harder and harder for me to picture Shelle or Ruby with some boy rather than with me. And it’s getting easier and easier to think of Cindy and Sue Ellen as being just as much mine as Mindy is. So much has happened in just the last 24 hours! But I can’t get overly possessive. That way lies heartbreak, because I can’t keep them forever.

Upon further reflection, the potential “gorilla” problem didn’t bother me much. One thing I’d remembered about this hotel was that it catered to an older crowd, as it was located in the center of an area filled with retirement communities. Most of the guests were either senior citizens or family visiting senior citizens - not exactly the biker gang crowd. I was pretty confident we’d be okay.

As we walked into the dance hall, we found a mere seven people there. One was the “D. J.,” but that term was a stretch. “Muzak selector” might have been a better fit. She sat in front of a keyboard, computer, soundboard, and some other equipment I didn’t understand. Her main and seemingly only job was to take requests and probably get some tips in the process. Otherwise, she just sat around and watched people dance.

The dance hall was connected through a door to a bar, and from there one could walk on into the restaurant, or to the bathrooms. The restaurant was just closing, but the bar looked to stay open for a while, as there were some customers in it here and there (probably mostly bored and lonely travelers). The door to the bar swung open and closed as you passed through it.

I gathered my ladies together and told them that I should be the only one to walk into the bar. I didn’t want any of the single men there to get curious over a beautiful lady and decide to wander into the dance hall. I also explained that if they needed to use the bathrooms, which were past the bar and through an empty lobby, just outside the closed restaurant, that they should walk out the main door to the dance hall first and come to the bathroom through a longer route, again to avoid drawing the interest of anyone at the bar.

That settled, I took a closer look at the other dancers. There were three couples there. Two couples were clearly senior citizens, or close to it. The last couple was younger, but looked harmless. The man, who was obviously the husband, could charitably be described as “pear-shaped.”

Mindy whistled with mock appreciation. “Honey, you really pick the hoppin’ happenin’ spots. This place is ON FIRE! What are they playing, Benny Goodman? The Andrews Sisters? I don’t know any of the artists from back then. I can’t even make a joke about the song, because it is a joke. A lullaby would be livelier.”

I replied, “Okay, so the music is some crap from the fifties, or maybe even the forties. And this place is deader than a doornail. But that’s the beauty of the thing. I could have taken you to any of a dozen places that we’ve been to before and I know you like, but this isn’t one of those kinds of nights. I wanna get a little crazy here. Look how dark it is. We can do what we want, and who’s gonna stop us? The Human Pear over there? Or that guy? The Civil War veteran?”

Mindy laughed. “Good point. I hadn’t looked at it that way. It’s so small, though.”

She had a point there. It was only about fifty feet by fifty feet, but at least it had a fairly high ceiling. I said, “If you want big, we’re going to get all kinds of yahoos.”

She nodded at that. “Well, then, what are we waiting for? This place looks like it could close at any minute, or maybe morph into a mortuary. Let’s dance while we still can.”

I led Mindy out to the dance floor and danced with her while Cindy and Ruby danced together.

The other couples looked at Cindy and Ruby a bit quizzically - perhaps they wondered if they were a lesbian couple. But nobody bothered us or said anything. And yes, it really was as dark as I’d remembered. If it had been any darker, people would have been constantly stumbling about and bumping into each other.

Mindy held me close, really close. After we’d been dancing for a minute or two, she purred in my ear, “Honey, I’m soooo happy. Do you remember our honeymoon?”

“That’s a silly question. Of course I do! Like it was yesterday. There was a tragic lack of cock slaves at the time, but I suppose it couldn’t be helped.”

She laughed heartily. “Good one! Well, this last week or so, it’s felt to me like we’re having our second honeymoon. True, it’s not just you and me in a Mexican hotel room, but it’s similar in that I’m high on life all the time. And horny! I’m walking on air, just like when we were honeymooners. I can’t tell you how happy it made me to watch Cindy and Ruby suck your cock the whole way here.”

I wanted to ask her why on Earth that dual blowjob made HER so happy (it was no mystery why it made ME deliriously happy!), but I was too worried about some of the other dancers overhearing. Instead, I whispered, “Ssssh! People might hear.”

“Whatever.” But she lowered her voice. “I know they were sucking YOUR cock, but it made ME so giddy that I just might have enjoyed it more than you did! And I’ve gotta say I totally got off on giving them orders about how to do it, such as your marvelous ass smacks. I guess I’m weird. I like it when you get all aggressive and order me and the others around, but I also get off on ordering your cock slaves around myself. Does that make sense to you?”

“No, but can we please talk about it some other time? I’m getting nervous that someone like Pear Man will overhear.”

She chuckled, and then kissed my cheek. She cuddled in closer as we danced and soared around the room.

When the song ended, I walked over to the D. J. She was young and fairly cute, and therefore seemed wildly out of place. As she started another ancient song that I’d never heard of before, I asked her, “So, what on Earth are you doing here?”

She eyed me suspiciously. “Excuse me, but do I know you?”

“No, I just mean that, before my group arrived, you were about fifty years younger than anyone else in the place. I take it this isn’t your favorite job.”

She frowned. “No, but it pays.”

“I assume you have some funner gigs than this?”

“Yeah, but at least here I can get some reading done.”

I leaned over and saw that she had a lamp next to her computer and it was shining down on a book. It looked big and seemed to be a college textbook. That fit, since she looked college-aged. “Ah. I see ... Hey, I’ve got a question. How late does this place stay open?”

She looked up and around. “On a night like this? Midnight, or when the last person leaves. Whichever comes first.” Seeing I was still curious, she added, “Ninety-nine percent of the time, we don’t make it to midnight. People go to bed early around here.”

“Ah ... Hey, do you have any better music you can play?”

“I take requests. However, with those other dancers out there, I hope you don’t ask for disco or something like that.”

“No, I don’t need that. But could you at least play some songs from the fifties and sixties that everybody knows? My group is practically half your audience now. Some ballads would be good. Slow Beatles tunes like ‘And I Love Her’ and ‘Michelle, ‘ plus classics like ‘Earth Angel’ and ‘Love Me Tender.’ I think the older crowd could live with that, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I suppose.” Even though I was talking to her, she appeared to be struggling to stay awake.

“I’m a really good tipper.” I handed her a ten-dollar bill. “Here’s something for starters. Oh, and my friends and I sometimes get a little wild. So if you see us doing anything we shouldn’t be doing, please talk to me first before you do anything else, okay?”

She looked up at me and really examined me for the first time. Then she looked over at the women I was with, but the room was so dark that they appeared to be little more than female-shaped blobs. I think she decided that by “a little wild” I probably meant dipping a dancing partner lower than usual, and that I was harmless. “Okay, sure. Thanks for the tip.” She went back to her book.

I figured that I more or less had my ass covered for a while, and we didn’t have to worry about getting kicked out as long as I kept the girls from going too crazy. Walking back through the darkness, I saw that Mindy and Cindy were dancing together while Ruby was standing to the side, looking uncomfortable.

I immediately swept Ruby out onto the dance floor and started dancing with her.

“This place is weird,” she grumbled as we danced closely together to the very slow tune. “And boring.” I hoped that dancing with her would cheer her up, but she still seemed unhappy.

“It is, Red,” I agreed. “Boring as hell. However, I think things are about to get a little more interesting.”

Ruby’s red dress not only showed a lot of cleavage, but it was cut even lower on the sides. So low, in fact, that I was able to pull her tightly up against my chest, and the hands that normally would have been resting on her back reached around her body as far as they could go until both were on the sides of her breasts, nearly to her nipples.

Her eyes lit up, and her winning smile returned. “Hmmm. Indeed. A LOT more interesting. But where’s the King?”

“I don’t know. Why don’t you check? Unzip my fly and see if he wants to come out to play.”

“No way! You’ll let me do that?! HERE?!”

I nodded.

“COOL! Things definitely got a LOT more interesting!” She reached down and fumbled with my fly in the darkness. She commented, “I thought you were going to press him against me or something like that. Maybe even let me dirty dance and grind all over him. But I can really HOLD him?!”

“Sure, why not? Who’s gonna know in this darkness? Just try to be subtle about it. Keep our bodies close together and keep one hand on my back.”

She purred sexily as she grasped it and pulled it out, “How ‘bout one hand on your ass?”

“Actually, no. That’ll be ten times more noticeable to the other dancers than what you do to my dick.”

“Darn. Okay. How’s this?” She had my erection pressed up towards my stomach and was slowly sliding the fingers of one hand up and down it, while nervously looking around.

I was looking around too. Nobody cared. The Human Pear at least was showing he was heterosexual, since he was paying some attention to Cindy and Mindy instead of his wife, but neither he nor his wife had really even looked my way, partly because I was trying to dance away from them.

Ruby couldn’t get over her excitement. “This is soooo cool! I can’t wait to tell Michelle. OH! And Sue Ellen. Now, I have TWO breastest friends!”

I asked, “What does that mean, ‘breastest friend?’ You and Shelle have been joking about it off and on for a while now, but you’ve been using it a lot more lately.”

The smile was wiped off her face, and she looked slightly ticked. “It’s NOT a joke! It’s essential to how we see ourselves. It’s complicated. I don’t think you’re understand, because your head is as thick as your cock.” She seemed unwilling to say more about it, at least for now. The smile returned to her face as she refocused on furtively jacking me off.

I soon realized that holding Ruby’s breasts like a human brassiere after reaching all the way around her back first wasn’t satisfying enough for me. I just didn’t have long enough arms to grab enough tit. So I brought one hand down to her ass and the other up between us, slipping that hand through one side of her dress to fully cup the underside of one of her tits. That way, I could feel flesh on flesh, and pinch her nipple for good measure.

“Hey,” she complained, even though she loved the treatment, “I thought you said ass play was too obvious.”

“It is. But call it one of the perks of being the master. I’ll take my chances.”

“Mmmm.” She molded her whole body against me. “I love you! I love belonging to you like this, with your strong, controlling hands. I wish you could take me right now and pop my cherry! Instead of me just holding and stroking your cock, imagine if it was sheathed in my hot, wet cunt!”

Her voice grew sexier and huskier with each new word. “Would you like that? Would you like to carry me around, my high heels a couple inches off the ground, as I’m held up by nothing but your great big cock?”

I hummed approvingly. The image was very tempting when I was all aroused like this, and my resolve to resist that temptation was weakening by the day. Hell, by the second!

Just then, the song came to an end. A new one started up, and I noticed it was “Earth Angel,” one of the songs I’d requested. I didn’t particularly love it, but at least I knew it and kind of liked it, and I figured it was “square” enough to be palatable to the Lawrence Welk lovers in the room.

Cindy came in close and said to me, “Excuse me, handsome stranger, may I have this dance?”

“Yes, you may,” I said.

Ruby grumbled, “Drat. Just when the going was getting good!”

Cindy looked down, as the gap between Ruby and I widened, and saw my hand in her daughter’s dress and Ruby’s hand sliding up and down my shaft. She pretended to be a mildly surprised stranger. “Oh my! Mister, I’m not familiar with this kind of dancing. Is it popular around here?”

“Very,” I replied. “Here, let me help you, ma’am. You put one hand on my lower back ... Yes, like that. Then you put the other hand on my raging boner and stroke it up and down.”

“Oh my! That’s unusual,” she said as she started to stroke my shaft in time to the music. “What do you call this dance?”

“Um, we call it ... uh ... The Jerk.”

She smirked and giggled. “Ah, yes, ‘The Jerk.’ Good name.”

Ruby said, “I’m gonna tell Mindy about this. ‘The Jerk!’ Ha! She’ll just die!” She rushed off into the darkness.

Cindy and I were posed as if we were dancing VERY close, but she had yet to move to the music. Only her hand was sliding in time to the beat. I tried to get her started, but she stood stock still.

She whispered, “I can’t believe I’m standing here, stroking your cock in a public place! This is so hot that I’m gonna die!” Her face was already burning red.

“Don’t die, please. You might set off a chain reaction, looking at some of these old fogies around us. Just groove to the music. Come on, follow my lead.”

“Well...” She was afraid. In fact, I could feel her hand trembling around my stiff pole. She’d lost some of her uninhibited wildness she’d been displaying during the photo shoot and earlier. Clearly, she worried that once we started moving around, what she was doing to me would be a lot more noticeable.

I told her, “Don’t worry. As long as our bodies stay plastered together, no one can see what your hand is doing. Trust me. And that’s an order.”

“Yes ... M ... Dan.”

I sensed she’d been on the verge of calling me “master,” but then changed her mind. Somehow, even the thought that she’d considered calling me that thrilled me greatly.

She finally started to move her hips a little bit. We danced around to the slow song for a minute or so, moving our feet to new spots only occasionally. It was more of a swaying in place and holding your partner kind of thing, which was fine with me.

After awhile, she started to relax. I could tell she went from being frightened out of her mind about jacking me off in public to positively enjoying the stroking. She kept on blushing, but then again she blushed easily. I noticed Ruby hadn’t blushed at all from doing basically the exact same thing.

In fact, soon she began to jack me off so vigorously that I had to warn her, “Watch out. You can keep your fingers moving without moving your arm. Right now, your arm is jerking in a really obvious way. Just stroke up and down my sweet spot with a couple of fingers.”

She followed my suggestion. “How’s this?”

“Better. Much better. Feels good.”

“I still can’t believe it, though! This is making me so hot that I’m really gonna die!”

“I already told you not to die. Now I’m making that an order. No dying on me!”

She laughed, and her whole body relaxed. She’d been pressed up against me tightly yet stiffly. Instead, her body melted into mine in a loving way. She purred with contentment. “You know what? I’m not gonna worry about what could happen, because my big strong man is here to protect me.”

“That’s right.”

“With his big strong cock. I figure that if anyone gives us trouble, you can just use that to club ‘em to death!”

I laughed. But I could tell she was still nervous, and her blush wasn’t lessening at all. “Just relax. You’re in good hands.”

“And so are you!” She squeezed my erection to make her point, and then she chuckled. “But speaking of good hands, aren’t you forgetting something? You’re not playing with my tits.”

“Oh, excuse me, madam, for my unforgivable rudeness. What happened to you being all worried?”

She looked around nervously, and whispered, “I’m still worried, but you’re my master. I may not call you that all the time, but that’s what you are. I’m your cock slave, and you’ll take care of me. Besides, I love it when you play with my nipples so much that I don’t care if we get caught!”

“I’d love to do just that. However, your dress, lovely though it is, is cut differently than Ruby’s. I don’t see an easy way that wouldn’t be too obvious.”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll find a way.” As she said that, she made a little dance motion with her shoulders and one of her shoulder straps started to fall down her arm. That exposed her nipple on one tit, and a good deal more besides.

I pulled her dress back up into place. “My God, are you crazy?”

She laughed. “No, just really, really, REALLY horny! Besides, how can you say that when you’re having me stroke your cock as we dance?”

“That’s ‘cos nobody can see what’s happening down there.”

“Oh, well in that case...” She looked all around with some devilry on her mind. “You know my dress is really short. What would happen if I lifted it up like this?”

She lifted the hem of her blue dress up to her belly button and then brought it back down. Nobody could see what she’d done because she’d only pulled a little bit away from me for the few seconds needed to do that. The result was that my erection was pressing up against her bare lower stomach instead of against cloth! One side of her dress was raised slightly higher, draping over her wrist, because she still had her fingers tightly gripped around my shaft.

“Please don’t stroke so much,” I requested through clenched teeth. Things were suddenly getting dangerously arousing. “You know, if I cum, I’m gonna squirt all over your stomach and maybe even up to the undersides of your breasts, since your dress is so loose.”

She laughed. “That’s supposed to make me want to slow down instead of speed up? And as for my loose dress, that’s all your fault. How was I to know that you’d strip the undies off all your slaves before we left? Look what happens when I pull away from your chest a little.”

She did just that and put a little extra motion into moving her arms. That set her big breasts shaking just as surely as if they were a plate of Jell-O being tipped back and forth ... Her dress was so low-cut to begin with that not only was she frequently flashing nipple, but at any given moment one or both of her spongy orbs appeared on the verge of popping out of the dress altogether.

“Looks good to me,” I said, so pleased with the sight that I didn’t care about other people seeing as well. Well, didn’t care much. “I have an idea though. Let’s maneuver so that Ruby and Mindy are between us and the rest of the dancers.”

“You’re a total tit perv, you know. I have half a mind to smother your face in my boobs, while Ruby smothers your cock in hers, and Mindy, Michelle, and Sue Ellen oil theirs up and rub them all over your body for good measure! That’ll teach you!”

I laughed. “Yep, that’ll sure cure me of my evil ways. You really think that’ll teach me?”

“Not really,” she admitted with a frown. Her face brightened immediately, though. “But it sounds really HOT!”

Clearly, she was getting over her fear. Maybe even too much!

I laughed. “Cin, you’re hilarious. I’ve gotta admit, you’re way-”

I was interrupted by Mindy, who tapped me impatiently on the shoulder. “My turn,” she said.

I looked around and realized the song was over and a new one was beginning. I also noticed that one of the two older couples had left.

But Cindy prodded me as she continued to stroke, “I’m way what?”

“Oh. You’re way sexier than I ever imagined, before this all started. I knew you had a great fuckpot body, but I thought you might be kind of a cold fish. But you’re hot-blooded for sure!”

She beamed, and explained, “That’s ‘cos I was always trying to keep my cool around you. I didn’t want to tempt myself and have things get out of hand.”

I pointedly looked down to where her hand was grasping my erection, and then arched an ironic eyebrow at her.

Undeterred, the corners of her lips curled up as she tried to suppress a smile, as her fingers worked my stiffness with a little extra vigor before things really “got out of hand” (or at least, out of her hand, anyway). She turned to an impatient Mindy and whispered something in her ear.

Then she handed me off to my wife and went to dance with Ruby. She and Mindy moved so quickly and smoothly that it was like one body replaced the other in a blink of an eye. I’d been concerned about my erection being exposed during the transition, but that wasn’t even an issue. Somehow, Cindy’s hand was gone, and Mindy’s was wrapped around my pole instead. Mindy even managed to keep her dress up in the front enough for my erection to press against her bare skin, just like Cindy did.

But Cindy wasn’t in a big hurry to leave, especially since Mindy and I were more standing in place and wiggling a little than really dancing. Remaining draped all over me, she said to Mindy, “Isn’t he a living doll? He made me stroke his cock the whole time, and Ruby did too. He’s such a beast!”

Mindy replied, “I’m telling you, just wait until you see him in one of his King Dong moods. He’ll literally split you in two! He’ll skewer your from your cunt to your throat!”

“I can’t wait!” She squeezed my ass. “I’ll be seeing you - and the King - later!” She finally pulled off me and walked away.

Mindy wasn’t content with just jacking me off. As soon as Cindy was gone, she used her free hand to guide one of my hands to her lower back. She grinned and said, “Check this out. I wore this dress for a reason. You feel how it’s completely backless and a bit loose to boot? Look what happens if you slide your hand down.”

Her hand guided mine down her lower back, and suddenly I found I was clutching a bare ass cheek. I liked that a lot. I quickly brought my other hand around and did the same with her other ass cheek. This was probably blatantly obvious to the other dancers, but I was getting increasingly worked up and thus increasingly reckless.

Mindy said, “Aaaah! I feel totally naked! Between going without undies, your hands on my bare ass, and your cock in my hand and on my tummy, I might as well BE naked!”

I asked, “How do you think we look, though?”

She glanced around furtively. “Don’t worry, no one can see. It’s too dark, and why would anyone suspect? I wish I could see myself from my backside, though. I’ll bet I could see every one of your fingers through my dress.”

That gave her an idea. Since we were standing right next to Ruby and Cindy, as they did little more than hug and sway back and forth, Mindy leaned over towards them and said in a low voice, “Hey, girls, check out my ass.”

Ruby and Cindy immediately danced their way right behind us.

Ruby gawked, and exclaimed, “Too cool! Damn, I wish I was wearing a dress like that!” She reached out and touched one of my hands on Mindy’s ass, although Mindy’s thin dress separated us.

“Hey!” I complained. “Don’t you dare stick your hand in there too.”

But Ruby said, “Who’s gonna know? We’re practically backed up to a wall, so no one can tell.”

I looked around again and saw that was true. Somehow, we’d drifted away from the center of the dancing area and no one was within twenty feet of us. Because the air was misty or smoky, I could only see dark people-shaped blobs through the haze. I figured others could only see the same of us.

“Look, Mom. Look what’s going on down here.” Ruby lifted up Mindy’s dress, completely exposing my ass-groping hands to the air.

That move really shocked me. Mindy’s dress went below her knees, so Ruby had to pull up a LOT of fabric. I felt panicky, especially since the dress was staying hiked up. But then I forced myself to remember where we stood, and how dark the room was, as well as how far away everyone else was.

Cindy said, “Oooh, that’s sexy! Is somebody wet?” She swiped her hand through Mindy’s legs and kept them on her bare ass, just below mine, for some long moments. Cindy was still blushing and embarrassed, but bolder when she wasn’t the center of sexy attention.

I could feel Mindy’s body trembling all over, and I’m pretty sure she silently climaxed, because I had to hold her tighter just to keep her standing. The way she was clenching her teeth was also telling. However, somehow she managed to keep fondling my hot and needy boner.

Cindy brought her fingers up to her nose and sniffed. “Mmmm. Yum. Ruby, someone here is very juiced up.”

“That would be me!” Ruby said happily.

Cindy chuckled. “No, I mean besides you and me. Mindy, you should see Dan’s hands wandering all over your ass like big spiders. I assume you’re still stroking his cock against your belly, using the fingers-pressing-into-the-frenulum move?”

My shameless blonde wife replied, “I am. That was a great idea, girl! Only now, since we’re in a more private spot, I’m pretty much jacking him off with my whole fist!”

That was true - she really was going wild on my cum-soaked hard-on. I was getting so worked up that I cared less and less what the strangers here might think.

“Oooh, I gotta see that,” Ruby said. She moved so she could try to see the action in the tight space between my wife and me. In so doing, she finally let Mindy’s dress fall back down.

Cindy also moved to a better view of the space between me and my wife. She concluded, “You two are basically fucking standing up!” This seemed to alarm and arouse her in equal measure.

I saw a mischievous twinkle in my wife’s eyes as she thought about that comment. “I don’t like that word. ‘Basically.’” She lifted up the front of her dress and pulled away from me by a few inches. I could feel my cockhead suddenly pressing against her at a different angle, and wetted at the top by her pussy lips. Then, while holding my shaft, she lifted herself up on one leg and came back down.

She let out a slow grunt as she impaled herself down on my erection!

HOLY SHIT! I can’t believe it! Did she really just do that?! FUUUUCK, it feels so great! She did!

“Mindy!” I practically shouted. “What do you think you’re doing?!”

“What does it feel like?” She smirked triumphantly.

I was panting hard and clenching my PC muscle like my life depended on it. “God, it feels good! ... But no. We can’t!”

“We can!” she insisted. “Why not? What’s the worst that could happen? They’ll kick us out? So what? If someone gets upset and calls the police, we’ll be long gone. Anyway, no one’s gonna see. It just looks like we’re snuggled up close. In fact, it’s actually less obvious than when you were getting jacked off under my dress.”

I meant to put up more of a fuss, but it felt too good. Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick! Fuck me! I’m a goner! What can I say? My wife has a pussy to die for and she knows it. So tiiiiight and hot! Besides, she has a point. This doesn’t LOOK any worse that what we were doing already.

I ended up not saying a word in protest. I was too busy fighting the urge to cum. Luckily, an initial surge of panic and pleasure slowly dissipated and I was able to recover my breath and my sanity. My heart still raced a mile a minute though.

Mindy is a couple of inches shorter than me, like basically all “my” women. But since she was wearing some moderate heels, we were almost exactly eye to eye. That also meant that our groins lined up just right to be able to fuck while standing.

I poked my wife in the chest about an inch above her nipple, which was also about an inch above the top of her dress. I watched my finger sink into her spongy tit-flesh. “Min, don’t move! Don’t say a word! And whatever you do, do NOT grind my dick to a pulp with that squeezy trick you do so well! I’m too close! If I feel any more stimulation of any kind, I’m gonna blow my nut right into you!”