A Bad Shantae Thing - Redux

Dust motes fill the air around you as the milling crowd shuffles its feet. You bump shoulders with a few of the people around you, but they hardly notice. Either too deep in their own conversations or too far gone in their thoughts to pay you any attention. You take in the sights around you, the familiar walls of the small stage house in which treasure hunters occasionally peddle their finds. Even though the small theater is packed wall to wall with people the noise remains at a dull murmur, and even the most devoted conversationalists lift their eyes periodically to the stage. In their eyes, as in yours, is a look of anticipation.

Suddenly the noise dies. Drawn by instinct, or by primal magnetism, all eyes find their way to the stage. And there she stands, perfectly at ease, her clothing moving gently in a breeze that seems to blow only for her. And in the space of a breath, she begins. Starting in her legs and flowing upwards, every fiber of her being becomes fluid as she begins to sway. The motion starts as a gentle wave moving slowly up the smooth and supple caramel colored skin of her legs, catching the red fabric of her pants and blending the motion of both into one seamless movement. You stare enraptured as the wave reaches her hips and they begin to rock gently causing the golden bands on either side to rise in succession catching a sunbeam that you are almost sure wasn't there even a moment before. The wave moves further upward setting the smooth, toned, caramel of her midriff into rhythm with her hips. The wave travels further, flowing gently up to her shoulders. And then it comes roaring down her arms, bringing them above her rich purple hair in a motion that startles you with its swiftness. The golden bracelets on her wrists meet with a soft clang as her pony tail lashes out behind her like a whip. Now time seems to slow to a crawl as your eyes travel downward from her wrists and you find yourself, for the briefest of eternities, looking into a pair of bright sapphire eyes as they stare directly back at you. She breaks the moment with a wink just as the music finally starts and she's thrown into motion by its rhythm.

Her performance begins in earnest now, her whole body in motion as her feet pound a staccato rhythm into the stage in time with the music. But you barely see it, your entire being is completely engrossed in the one moment where your eyes met. Her dance passes by your eyes unseen as your mind fills with the memory of her's. Eventually your reverie comes to an end as her feet come to rest with graceful finality on the wooden floor of the stage. The crowd wildly cheers out her name "Shantae! Shantae!" in an euphoric pulse. You try to join them in their chant, but even as her name rises from your throat it chokes off as your eyes meet hers. Her sapphire eyes sit above a playful smile as she stares deeply into you. You stand transfixed by her even as the crowd around you mills about in newly sparked conversation. Her eyes release you for a split second and survey the crowd, satisfied she returns her attention to you. She motions for you to follow her as she walks deeper into the building, her hair swaying in time with her hips.

You follow her without a thought, barely keeping sight of her as she leads you down a series of hallways you never knew existed. You make one final turn to find a door left open for you. You turn into the door to find the room beyond illuminated by a soft red glow, lying in sharp contrast to the bright blue pair of eyes staring at you above an impish grin. You try to speak, but before words had even the slightest chance to form themselves Shantae presses a finger against your lips. She leans in and plants a soft, timid kiss against your cheek. She takes a sudden half-step back and looks up at you, embarrassed and unsure. Your right arm snakes out and places your hand on the small of her back, pushing her into you. You feel the heat of her skin against yours, the sound of her breathing thunders against your ears as it quickens, and the cloth of your shirt moving as her smiles returns against your chest paints a blazing emblem on your skin. Your left hand travels upward, leaving feather-light trails against her skin with your fingertips. She shivers in pleasure and lets out a soft moan against your skin. Your fingers reach her chin and you tilt her head upwards causing her long hair to brush gently against the red gauze of her pants. Your lips meet hers and she melts into you leaving a burning pleasure where your skin meets. Waves of pleasure come crashing in from her lips, driving across your skin and sending blood to your groin. You feel her lips smile against yours as your length presses into her leg. She untangles herself from you, leaving a shocking cold in her place, she teases you with a smile and gently takes your hand, leading you to a satin chair in the middle of the room.

Shantae turns to you and her hands glide under your shirt. Leaving trails of lingering pleasure in their wake, her hands lift your shirt off and toss it aside. With barely a moments pause her nimble fingers undo the fastenings on your pants quickly discarding them. She weighs your swiftly growing member with her left hand while her right hand rests softly on your chest. Her eyes are fixated on your member as it grows, a look of pure fascination on her face. Suddenly her hand grips your shaft, setting your nerves alight where she touches. You groan and press forward instinctively, wrapping your arms around her. You grab her by her ass and press her into you as her hand gently strokes your cock. You lift one hand up and run it into her hair, pulling her head back so you can bite softly at her neck. She sharply inhales and lets out a soft low moan as she brings her hands up to cradle your jaw and guide you in for a kiss.

Then she breaks away from you and guides you into the satin chair. She takes your hands and presses them firmly into the arms of the chair then steps away from you. She begins to dance just a few feet in front of you swaying her hips and running her hands down her stomach. Her hands run over the front of her pants and then around to her back where they begin to travel upwards again as her hips gyrate in time to your arousal. You hear a soft click and Shantae's bra slides forward slowly revealing more and more of her breasts at an excruciatingly slow rate. She discards the garment entirely leaving her soft brown tits bouncing softly as she sways. Shantae glides over to where you sit still dancing slowly her hips swaying just in front of your knees. Then she turns, facing away from you she slowly backs up, her hair brushing along your skin and teasing the head of your cock. She kneels slightly, hips still swaying, so that the thin gauze covering her ass touches the underside of your member, and she begins to tease you with her swaying. The light stimulation from the gauze of her pants and her hair brushing along your chest keep you in a state of endless pleasure, unable to find relief. It's only through a super human feat of will that you're able to keep your hands on the arms of the chair as she dances for you to a song only she can hear.

After an eternity of her dance she suddenly stops. You look to see why and just her looking over her shoulder at you with flushed cheeks and a grin illuminating her face. [NEW] In one swift motion like a ripple, she squats down. She arcs her body to push her ass out as much as possible. In spite of; or perhaps because of, all the dancing she does her ass is still thick and round. As she rocks her hips back and forth the black spandex of her pants is slowly eaten by her ass cheeks eventually becoming a make-shift thong, the gauze tinting her smooth ass cherry-red. She swivels around on the balls of her feet, before slowly crawling towards you on her hands and knees.
[Blowjob]
[Deep throat/tit fuck]
[Spread Legs]







You growl and pick her up by the waist pulling her waist down onto yours, intending to penetrate her, but you're blocked by the fabric of her pants. She moans in frustration and you reach down and rip the fabric away leaving her smooth, tanned pussy exposed.

You delve into her, her wet, quivering hole accepts your entire length readily in it's tight, warm embrace. Shantae collapses onto you from the pleasure, unable to even sit up straight as you piston in and out of her sopping pussy. Your hands move upwards of their own accord to fondle her soft, brown tits causing her to groan sending vibrations all the way down to your cock.

You grasp her hair again and pull her into a primal, passionate kiss. Your tongues duel as you slam into her, both of you rapidly approaching your limit.
[Bed fuck. Eye rolling]
With one final thrust your bury your full length into her as she convulses and you launch wave after wave of your seed into her greedy snatch. You fall asleep in each other's arms, sated and content.