Raven – The Burlesque Dancer

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I rushed down the street to the theater. I was late. I was always late. I knew that my friends would just shake their heads in disapproval and then we’d laugh it off. We were going to have a girl’s night out and I had been looking forward to it all week. I came closer to the theater and could now see the big poster hanging next to the entrance: “Burlesque Show. Adults Only.”

I pulled down my short skirt a little, shook my brown curls and looked at myself in the glass doors. I definitely dressed the part tonight with my corset, the high heels and the cute little black hat. The concierge checked my ticket, opened the door for me and I went in to find my friends.

The lights were dimmed but the show hadn’t started yet. Heavy red velvet curtains were still covering the stage. I found my friends’ table. and after the expected shaking of heads and laughter, I had a glass of champagne brought to me and we were all excitedly chatting about the show. We had loved the Vaudeville and burlesque shows for a longer while, so a burlesque group playing in our little town, had been the center of our conversations for weeks. And here we were now, finally getting some of the sexy glamour we had always admired.

The lights went out, the curtains were pulled opened and the music started. Five women entered the stage, standing there, looking over the audience, with confident smiles. One of them caught my eye immediately. She was curvier than the others. Some might have called her fat, but I found her to be round in all the right places. The ruffled skirt around her hips, the high heels lengthening her legs, the lovely hourglass shape formed by the corset she was wearing, the full breasts being pushed into place. Her long straight black hair, the perfect make up with the red lipstick. She was a goddess.

Minutes later, the room was filled with glitter falling from the ceiling, and a cheering crowd, dancing to the music the women on stage had chosen for their performance. Legs went into high kicks, butts were wiggled. Item after item of clothing were dropped to the floor. A lot was happening on stage but all I could focus on was her. The way she danced, the way she slowly pulled the feather scarf over her chest. The way she walked up and down the stage, and her breasts moved with each step. Her hair was flowing, her smile was contagious and sexy. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to be her. I wanted to be in her.

The show ended with the women undressing one of the performers and then carrying her off the stage on a throne. Everyone clapped and cheered. I immediately tried to figure out how to get backstage and meet my goddess. Without saying goodbye to my friends, I confidently walked towards the door that was guarded by a rough-looking man. “Hey! I am from the local newspaper, and I am supposed to interview the girls after the show.” – He looked at me and then at the clipboard in his hands. – “Miss White?” – “Yup, that is me.” He nodded and opened the door for me. Well, that had been easy.

It was dark and crowded in the backstage area. People carrying costumes, trays of food, busy talking on their phones or just leaning against the walls, drinking beer. I had to find my goddess. I was trying to figure out where to look, when someone tapped me on the shoulder. “Are you looking for something, sweetie?” I turned around and an older woman with glasses and headphones looked at me. “Ah, I am supposed to interview the performers. Where can I find them?” – “They all have their own dressing rooms, so you won’t get them in a group. Who do you want to start with, Miss …? – “Miss White. Lily White. Well, what about the black-haired girl. I am a huge fan of hers” – “Ah, Raven. Down the hall, last door to the left. Knock first, sweetie.”. I nodded and made my way through the crowded hallway.

And there I was. A sign saying “Raven” was taped to the door. This was the right place. My heart was racing and my hands were sweaty. I swallowed and then knocked on the door. No answer. I knocked again. Silence. I slowly opened the door and peeked inside. And what I saw took my breath away. The curvy Raven was leaning over a chair, naked, her black hair all to one side. I first saw the back of the man fucking her, before noticing one of his hands holding on to her round hip, the other hand pushing down her one shoulder. I saw the big mirror they were facing and looking into it, I met the man’s eyes. He had a beard, and piercings in his nose and eyebrows. His chest was covered in tattoos, and his long blonde hair was framing his face. He winked at me and motioned me to come in and close the door. So I did.

Raven’s eyes were closed and she seemed to enjoy the cock inside of her. Her lips were parted and she looked like she was in bliss. Her breasts were moving with each thrust, one of her hands were holding on to the chair, while the other one seemed to be busy with her clit. I could feel myself grow. The pulsating feeling in my loins became so overwhelming, I wanted to free myself from the restraints of my clothes and touch myself. I started to rub my girl cock through my skirt and felt it growing harder and harder. I pulled out one of my breasts out of my corset and starting playing with my nipple.

Watching her get fucked, seeing her aroused face, hearing her moans, was too much for me. I pulled down my skirt, ripped open my stockings and started masturbating. That was when she opened her eyes, and looked straight at me through the mirror. I froze. Would she judge me, would he scream, would she invite me? I held my breath. She smiled. A finger motioned me to come closer. I walked towards her, hard and ready for whatever she wanted me to do. “I want to have your cock in my mouth.”, she said in a raunchy voice. I swallowed. “Girl cock.” – “Let me suck your beautiful hard girl cock, yes?”. I nodded. Her tongue greedily touched the head, and her free hand held onto the base. My right hand found my nipple again, my left hand held onto her head, feeling the connection with the goddess.

I could feel the thrusts going into her, her body shaking, her breasts slapping against my legs. I closed my eyes and enjoyed her playing with me. Her tongue sliding up and down my shaft, her hand holding onto the base still. Sucking the tip, her hand was masturbating me. I moaned and knew I couldn’t take it much longer. I could hear the bearded man moan, opened my eyes and watched him come while looking at me. I smiled. “I am coming soon, I am close, I am close” – “Fuck my mouth, fuck it!”. I watched her rubbing her clit faster and faster, kneeling on the chair now. She grabbed onto my ass, and I held onto her head, thrusting into her mouth. I felt my cum shooting into her, the twitches of me body almost making me lose my balance, standing in front of her in my heels. I let out a long and loud moan. I pulled out of her mouth and watched some of my juices running down her lips and chin, as she looked at me, with her tongue stuck out. I watched her make herself come, and her beautiful body being overrun by waves of pleasure. She smiled at me. I smiled back.

“I am Raven. Who are you?” – “I am Lily.”. We nodded at each other. And as I went to the other side of the room to fetch my skirt, I watched her friend pour three glasses of champagne. And we raised those glasses. To hedonism. To debauchery. To the celebration of women.

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12 Responses

  1. What a night out, and what a way to ‘interview’ 😉
    Sexy story!

    Rebel xox

  2. OMG – Sexy, sexy story . . . very sexy!!!
    Xxx – K

  3. Nice twist!

  4. Kayla Lords says:

    This reminds me that I’ve never seen a burlesque show, and I think that’s a problem that needs to be corrected, lol.

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