CFNM Dance Class
Not long after my "cuckold hand job" experience, I received a call from a woman who was a friend of the couple that had given me my first CFNM experience.
She was a dance teacher at a local dance studio. She also taught part-time at one of the local Universities. It seems that one of her students was preparing to go to an audition in Vegas. It was a good chance for the student, but the teacher felt she might have trouble with some of the more sexy and sensual routines that are a part of a lot of Vegas shows.
The teacher wanted to prepare her to deal with sexy situations onstage and keep her cool. She wasn't going for any topless reviews, but Ms. Mercedes wanted her to get used to fast changes and nudity backstage.
I had a little dance training, modern, jazz and tap...and we figured I could "fake it". I figured it might also be a way to make more contacts and agreed to help out at her dance studio.
She told me to be prepared for almost anything, and that she would be providing an assortment of costumes for me to wear. She added it would be nice if I were a bit "reluctant" to be in revealing costumes.
I was beginning to wonder what kind of scene I was getting myself in to. At first I thought it would be a fun and kind of hot way to make some needed extra bucks, but I was starting to suspect that I was not in control of these situations.
I arrived, "late" after regular dance class hours as we had planned. Her student, Kim, was already warming up at the bar. She was about my height, and petite. I hoped I wouldn't have to do lifts, as I didn't have much experience in that.
Ms. M introduced us and explained that I was failing her class etc.
"All right, Randy, let's get you into some dance gear and get to work"
She handed me a small pile of clothes and pointed me to a corner of the studio.
"The dressing room is closed for repairs; you'll have to make do."
As most of the walls were mirrored, there was nowhere to "hide" so I went to a corner and got undressed. I could sense Kim watching in the mirror.
I got down to just my socks, trying to face the corner and shield myself as much as possible. I started to put on what turned out to be a VERY tight sleeveless t-shirt.
Ms. M called out from across the room. I turned, still "balls naked" as she tossed a dance belt at my crotch. I was stuck putting on the shirt, and the dance belt hit my cock and fell to the floor. Ms. M came over to help me put my shirt on.
We tugged and grappled a bit and managed to get me into the t-shirt. Kim was pretending not to bee too interested, but she was watching us very closely.
As Ms. M tugged and smoothed the shirt, my cock started to swell slightly. The dance belt was not really comfortable, and I had to adjust my cock and balls several times to prevent being pinched.
I pulled on some stretchy jazz pants and jazz shoes and we got to work. After some warm up exercises, we started working on a routine. I mostly walked, held her as she spun, and posed as she gyrated against me with sensual jazz movements.
"Randy," said Ms M, "I need to see more of the body lines. I don't like those jazz pants. I think you need tights."
I went to the corner and removed the pants. Ms. M came over with the tights and a bottle of water, as the studio was getting warm.
"And I don't like that t-shirt much either."
Once again I struggled to get out of the shirt. I managed to get "trapped" in it, with my arms over my head. It took both Ms M and Kim to pull the shirt off of me. In the struggle, Ms M "accidentally" doused my dance belt with the bottle of water.
She made me go out of the studio wearing only the wet dance belt, to a closet to get a mop to dry the floor.
Kim watched with mild interest. The floor being dried, I started to put on the tights.
"Not so fast." Said Ms. M. "Those tights are very light colored and I don't want to risk any color bleeding from that wet dance belt. You'll have to do without it."
"Light colored" was right. They were flesh colored, and very thin and stretchy. I pulled them on, put the jazz shoes on again and went to the center of the studio. I saw my reflection in the mirror. The tights were almost transparent, I looked naked, and without a jock or dance belt, my cock snaked halfway down my right thigh.
I felt both their eyes on my crotch. My cock started to swell, and I made an effort to cover myself with my hands.
"All right", said Ms. M, let's get back to work!"
Ms. M began teaching more of the routine to Kim. It involved a lot of circling me, running her hands along my back and chest, and a lot of sensual jazz walking pressed close together.
The girls began working on a sort of double routine, circling me, pulling my arms in a slow tug of war and taking turns wrapping and draping their arms or legs around me.
All the body contact had made my cock ridged, and the studio was warm. I was sweating just enough to make the thin tights look even more transparent. As we danced I kept trying to hide my erection. I was trying to go along with what Ms. M had arranged, but I caught a look at myself in the class mirror, sweat trickling down my chest, my hard cock straining against the tights and I was actually very self-conscious.
I could see Ms. M and Kim sneaking looks at my crotch, but neither made mention of it, and we kept learning the routine.
We took a break and got some water to drink. I thought I had seen a small towel lying around earlier. I wanted to wipe off a bit of sweat, (and hide my cock from view for a while) but I couldn't find it now.
We got back to work. Ms. M had us hold some very sensual "tableau" poses. Embracing, leaning into each other, much like Rodin sculptures.
Kim was actually trying not to press too close to me, and my VERY obvious erection. With the activity and physical closeness, I was getting extremely turned on.
Ms. M was getting a bit impatient.
"Kim. In this dance you are the spirit of woman. The man is here only as a prop. He is an object of your amusement and entertainment. You must control him."
"When you embrace, don't be afraid to grab his ass and pull him to you."
She demonstrated as she spoke.
"When you walk, press tightly against his hips so that you become one."
We did this as well. The friction of her body rubbing against me made sure that I stayed rock hard.
"In those pulse moves, be sure to really wrap your thigh around his thigh, and hold it there."
Kim came and did as instructed.
"I can't hold that pose, Ms. M...Randy's tights are slippery and I can't hold my thigh in place."
"Let me see," said Ms. M. She tried the same pose. Then Kim tried again. They took turns sliding their thigh along my thigh (and by now, VERY aroused cock).
"Yes," said Ms. M. "I see the problem. The area right by his dick is very slippery."
She began running her hand along the shaft of my thinly covered cock. I jumped back and she grabbed my by my cock and pulled me forward.
"Men really need to learn that their pricks are not the center of the universe. Randy has discipline problems in class. If he expects a passing grade I must have full co-operation."
"I'm sorry Ms. M. I was just surprised. I promise I'll co-operate." I said. "I just feel weird being on display like this. I mean, I'm almost naked."
Kim offered, "Perhaps it's the position. Maybe his cock wouldn't be an obstacle if it were moved."
With that Ms. M reached her hand down the front of my tights, grabbed my hard cock and began moving it to different positions.
She tried over further to the right, the left, further out along my thigh, further in, basically up, down and all around.
This was really making me crazy. It was like getting a hand job. None of the positions seemed to satisfy her or Kim. As they gazed at my crotch trying to determine to do with my problem area, Kim noticed a small wet spot at the tip of my shaft. I was leaking pre-cum.
"You dirty boy," winked Ms. M. "I can't have you ruining those tights. Take them off."
I started to walk to a corner to get a measure of privacy, but she stopped me.
"Randy, Kim needs to learn to deal with fast changes backstage. She needs to get used to seeing people naked. There isn't anything you've got that Kim and I haven't already seen. Please remove those tights. In fact, Kim should help you take them off. What if she ever needs to help someone with a fast change, or help check someone's costume?"
I quickly untied my jazz shoes and stood up. Kim pulled them down in one swift yank. My cock sprang to full attention as I stood naked in the center of the dance studio.
