palms of my hands, then change to touching only the nipple or to tweaking or
pinching them. Abruptly he told me to stop and to come to him on my knees. He
had me suck on him. I tried to use this to get him to be the one who was so
horny he was losing control. No dice. He had me stop again. He told me to do
one of my dance routines, just the way I was (wasn’t) dressed. He seemed to
enjoy that, but again he made me stop and come over and try and make him come
with only my breasts. I wasn’t allowed to touch his cock except between my
breasts. He kept me at that for quite a while, but as soon as I thought I was
getting somewhere he made me stop again and put me on the couch right next to
him. He told me to masturbate for him. This time he let me come. It was so odd
being next to him and not being touched at all as I reached orgasm. He took me to
the kitchen then and over the tile floor he placed a layer of newspapers and had
me stand on them. He handed me a bottle of cooking oil and told me to cover
myself with it while he sat back and watched me. I’m not sure what I expected,
but J was certainly exceeding my expectations. I certainly never knew where
oiling myself would lead.
Have you ever performed for someone on demand? Not necessarily like this, but
had someone said to you, ‘tell me a funny story’ or walk into a room and have the
teacher ask you to do a problem or show them a dance movement? It puts you off
balance. Even if it’s something you normally do well, being told to do it for
their entertainment and enlightenment is hard. I took the bottle from him and
poured some in my hand. As I coated my breasts I tried to be very sensual. I
wanted him to be sorry that his hands were not applying that oil. It was a silly
thing to be doing in any event and I found myself enjoying it. Using cooking oil
…End of the part19. To be continued..
