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The Temptress’ Teasing Striptease

The room was dimly lit, the stage amidst a dark expanse of silken shadows. But in the center, the spotlights found her—an Asian beauty with hair as dark as a raven’s wing and eyes that sparkled with mischief. Lustrous and full, her lips curved into a knowing smile. She knew what she did to men.

Walking with slow, measured steps, she sauntered up to the edge of the stage. She wore a red dress, the fabric clinging to her every curve. It was a V-neck, the fabric plunging deep between the valley of her breasts. The neckline was cut sweet and low, offering tantalizing glimpses of creamy flesh. She turned on her heel, the light catching the sparkle of the rhinestones adorning the dress’s hem.

“Bonsoir,” she purred, her voice smooth like aged cognac. The French word rolled off her tongue with practiced ease. “Are you ready, mes amis?” Her tone was playful, teasing.

She reached back, her fingers finding the zipper of her dress. In one fluid motion, with a flourish of fabric, she let the dress fall away. It pooled at her feet in a inviting crimson heap. She wore lacy lingerie beneath—the cups of her bra barely containing the weight of her ample breasts. The hi-cut panties hugged the flare of her hips.

“Like what you see?” she asked, her hands drifting over the swell of her breasts. Her thumbs caught beneath the lacy edge of her bra. She tugged the cups down, letting her breasts spill free. The pink tips were already hardened into tight little nubs.

She traced a finger around the lacy edge of her bra. Teasing. Tempting. Her eyes met each man’s gaze, a silent promise passing between them. She reached behind her, unhooking the clasp of her bra. She let the straps slide down her shoulders. Then, ever so slowly, she let the bra fall away completely.

Her breasts were magnificent. Full and round, gravity had yet to take its toll. High and firm, they bespoke a youthful vitality. Her dark nipples stood at painful attention. Her fingers drifted lower, following the curve of her belly. They toyed with the elastic waist of her panties.

A quiet rasp of a zipper. The sound was thunderous in the charged silence. She turned her back to the crowd, facing the mirrored wall. The dress parted down her back. She could see the reflection of every man before her. The unmistakable bulge at their trousers. The mingled anticipation and frustration on their faces. She turned back around, gazing at each man like a slut in heat.

“Yes, you may come closer,” she murmured, crooking a finger. “Join me on the stage. Let me make you feel good.”

She caught a man’s hand in her own. His skin was feverish against her cool palm. She guided him back to the plush velvet sofa. He took a seat, his eyes never leaving the swell of her breasts. She hitched a leg over his lap, straddling him. The heat of his cock pressing against her belly was unmistakable.

She made quick work of his belt. His zipper. The button of his trousers. She fished his cock out, stroking it in her tight fist. He groaned, his hips jerking against her touch. She smiled, stroking him slow. Building anticipation.

She pried her panties aside. Shifting above him, she eased him into her. He was big. Thick. His cock stretched her wide. She dropped down, sheathing him to the hilt. A gasp tore from her throat. Pleasure sparking through her veins.

“Fuck. Me,” she commanded, her hands braced against his chest. She lifted herself up. Then slammed back down. Her motions were hard. Rhythmic. She used him like a tool, like a dildo. Driving herself to the hilt. Over and over. Succumbing to the feeling of total debasement.

She looked beyond him, meeting the eyes of every other man gathered. “Who’s next?” she invited, a wicked gleam in her eyes. “Come and get it.”

She slid off his lap, turning and bending over. She pushed her panties down, kicking them aside. Where the men gathered, she invited them in. She was slicked with arousal, a pretty pink, and they ran their cocks along her slit. She gasped, each head nudging her entrance. They pushed in, one by one.

A slow, sensual fuck didn’t last long. What she wanted was pure, animalistic rutting. Her body jerking with each heavy thrust. A knot of men gathered around her, cocks in hands. She grabbed whatever she could reach, pumping their thick members in her tight fist. Muffled moans escaped her lips.

“Yes, fuck her harder,” one man urged. “Fucking make her scream.”

The cocks speared into her. Pinned her to the sofa. Plunging into her pussy and her ass. A degrading gang-bang in the dim light. She was just a pretty cum dumpster for them to use.

“Make me cum,” she whined, her words slurring slightly. “Someone fucking make me cum.”

As soon as the words left her lips, she felt the coil tighten in her belly. The tingle buzzing through her nerves. Her thighs trembled, clenching around the cocks buried in her. She crested. Gasping. Shaking. An orgasm crashing through her in bright, searing waves. Milking each hard cock like a greedy whore.

It was quick. Hard. The slick slide of their members. The sharp slap of flesh on flesh. They grunted. Groaned. The rhythmic smack of their hips against her ass. One by one, they pulled out. The first spurt painting her skin. She opened her mouth, tongue out. Letting them blast their loads all over her face. Through her hair. Her chest. Marking her. Claiming her. Fucking her like the dirty little French cumslut she was.