Dance Class

"Get out! Get bloody out right now!" I screamed angrily at him.

He walked away but even his walk was filled with arrogance. In that moment, I absolutely hated him.

In the night my dreams were filled with erotic fantasies about being taken with force by this older man. It was almost as though my mind was diseased and my lack of love life was making my body and mind to seek out these twisted fantasies.

The next day, the same payment arrived once more. It was a large amount for one session. But I was determined to think no more of him. That was our last session as far as I was concerned. But my dreams only became hornier the more determined I became to not think about him.

2 days before the date of our next session (that I had no intention of letting happen) I received a package. It was a red dress, elegant, classy and a designer label (something that I had not bought for a while). And the most important part of the package a note, "I am sorry, Kabir."

You see, it was not the dress that intrigued me. Many horrible men can buy gifts for women. It was the note that intrigued me. I spent hours dissecting the meaning of 4 simple words on a note. An apology was not what I expected from that gaslighting arrogant pig of a man and the fact he signed the letter with his first name suggested an intimacy. But I was still resolute he would not be forgiven.

The night before our supposed session that I had no intention of letting happen, my body was like I had never experienced it. I was unable to sleep due to how hot I felt. My body seemed to be a furnace. My nipples were erect and engorged begging to be sucked, my vagina was moist and my vulva was bulging. I had used my fingers on my body but it was not satisfying me. My fingers were dripping with my juices but I needed more. I never much liked using sex toys but I had bought a magic wand which I kidded myself into thinking I would be using as a neck massager.

It was hidden in my walk in wardrobe but tonight I was in desperate need of it. I fished it out of the shoebox I had hidden it in and I watched myself in the mirror looking obscene. My body was frustrated and impatient. I didn't have time to make it back to my bed. I stood there before the mirror on my knees as I applied the vibrating wand between my legs and directed towards my clit.

"Yes! Fuck, yes!" I moaned in relief as I quickly switched it to the highest setting. My upper body leaning forward as I bring myself to a shaking, quivering orgasm.

The morning of the session I was still adamant that I would not be going through the session. But for the package there was no other communication with Mr Shah, or do I call him Kabir now? I wore normal loungewear which was sweatpants, a loose t-shirt and socks as I was certain he would not have the gall to turn up after his behavior.

At 7.00pm the doorbell chimes. There is a haste in my movements to open the door, was a part of me excited to see him once more? No, there was no chance.

He stood at the door with a gym bag over his shoulder as I open the door.

"It is good to see you again," he said with a smile as he walked in without being invited. Even vampires would wait to be invited in before walking in. Well, at least he wasn't a vampire.

Was the last session not plaguing his thoughts as they did mine?

We only had 2 sessions left and he wouldn't dare try that behavior again, I convinced myself. He was my best paying client after all.

I showed him to the spare room to change and I went to my room to change. I picked up the dress he had bought. It had a slit that went all the way to my hip. This time I wore a crochet lace bra as his words still stuck in my mind and I picked out a red matching lace thong. The truth was, if I truly wanted to seduce him, I had plenty of lingerie that would more than interest him. I took out a bright red lipstick that matched the dress and did some light makeup. I wore the same 'slutty' high heels.

"Hmm," he sounded at the sight of me. He gave nothing away in his expression but it was the subtle sign I needed that my efforts had not gone completely unnoticed. I would not expect much more from this arrogant asshole.

He was disciplined today and he kept his hand on my hip. I demonstrated the spin and dip which I added to the end of our routine. I was proud with the progress I had made on him and he would be competent in completing the dance.

As he dipped me once more, I let my leg kick up in the air which caused the slit in the dress to part and flash my panties to him. On a dip I did like to kick up my leg sometimes but after his comments last week, maybe this could be taken as another sign of me trying to seduce him.

There was an awkwardness at the start of the session but it had loosened as we started dancing but we did not really talk.

"I know what people say about me and the rumors they spread about my ex-wife," he said breaking the weird verbal awkwardness we had.

"I don't care for gossip. You don't owe me an explanation and next week will be our last session so you will never see me again," I said as I had no intention of carrying this on beyond our final session.

"That is what I like about you. You are not a typical suburban housewife you find in these parts. My ex-wife was different. She came from England and despite the initial adjustment she fit into the social circles. But I never believed in love or loyalty that is never tested so I made a test for her," he said and it reminded of Bhavna's story. Maybe there was a truth to the stupid story.

I didn't want to engage him but he drew in my curiosity. I found him scary in an exciting way.

"What happened?" I asked.

"My ex-wife loved horse riding as she had been doing this from an early age. I built a stable on our land for her and hired a stable boy. I was not disappointed in the affair, but rather the cliché that she slept with the stable boy," he said as he spun and then dipped me. I kicked my leg up once more and his hand went up the inside of my thigh as he helped bring my leg down. It seemed natural but as his hand reached the top of my thigh he gently massaged my mound with his thumb and index finger from the sides. He massaged my mound together gently as I moaned, "Uff!"

It was a good point to take a break and I brought out some water as we caught our breath. My mind was hazy with horny thoughts after that final touch but I was also curious about his ex-wife.

"Do you not think it was cruel to set up your wife like that? You paid the stable boy to seduce her," I asked.

"Is it more cruel than her proclaiming to love me and then cheating on me?" He responded and marriage was always a messy affair.

"What happened after the affair?" The real question that was on the neighborhood housewives mind. Was she murdered by some hitman or did she move away?

"I had a watertight prenuptial agreement in the case of adultery so I paid her the agreed sum of 2,000,000 dollars and she was not entitled to any more. Otherwise she would be entitled to half and I would be paying like your husband. She is back in England enjoying her life now with my money." He just had a way of getting under my skin.

"All of you men are the same. You just disgust me. You don't know what I went through," I said in frustration and anger.

"She cheated on me. I didn't cheat," he replies defensively.

"I didn't get half. I never cheated. You just don't get it," I said angrily.

"I am sorry, Saanvi. You are not like the other women in this community and that is why I talked openly with you. I don't talk like this with anyone. What happened with your husband?" It was the first time I felt a sense of sincerity from him.

"We officially divorced last year. Everyone knows that but for the 5 years previously he had a second family in America. He manipulated the assets into his new partners name and I was left with nothing but this home. My kids are in America and I am all alone struggling to survive. Did I deserve this after giving 20 of my best years?"

He just held my hand and softly squeezed it. That action said more than any words could in that moment. In that moment I felt a close intimacy between us as we opened up to each other and learned each other's darkest secrets.

We returned to complete the session after our intimate talk. We were dancing closer and there was a heat inside of my body. His hand was lacking the discipline it had shown earlier and he was inside the slit of my dress groping my naked cheeks. He squeezed firmly as his fingers delved between my cheeks.

I didn't move his hands or try to object to his touches. Our bodies were coming into contact more frequently as we danced and performed the steps.

His fingers moved back to my bare thigh as he caressed my body. It felt intimate and sensual as he touched my naked skin.

His fingers moved to the front of my body as he briefly massaged my mound by caressing it from the side and gently pinching it.

"Uhmff!" I was growing moist and hot at the constant intimate touches. He returned his hand to my hip before he led me into spin and then into a dip.

I lifted my leg once more and held it slightly longer. His hand followed the inside of my thigh to my mound once more. He gently massaged my mound once more as I closed my eyes.

His fingers were gentle and firm at the same time as he massaged the flesh of my mound. To my surprise, I found him pulling my thong to the side as he began to rub my moist and engorged vagina lips.

He was gently and slow my massaging my vagina as my arousal began to grow.

"Uff!" I moaned but I did not ask him to stop.

My mouth went into an 'O' shape as he inserted his finger inside of me and began to roughly finger me.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" I moaned to the rhythm of the fingering. I felt close to my orgasm as my arousal began to peak when he all of a sudden stopped and helped me up.

I was more open to his touching as we resumed our dancing. He pulled me into his body and I was unable to resist as he drew me into a kiss. He was aggressive with his kissing as he bit my lip hard enough to draw some blood and then thrust his tongue down my throat.

My mind and body was filled with a horny drive that needed satisfying. I moved my hand over his cock and felt his large bulge. I needed to feel his cock so desperately. I pulled his shorts down and exposed his cock and I began stroking it as he pulled my thong down to mid-thigh.

His fingers began to delve between my wet folds and found my clit. He slowly circled it and mercilessly teased my clit, keeping me on the edge. He was making me crazy as I pulled my dress to the side to allow his naked cock to rub against my wet naked vulva.

I moaned into his mouth as I trapped his fat cock between my thighs. He began fucking the underside of my wet dripping vagina as he groped my body.

My body was humping back against him as he fucked the underside of my vagina. I was so close as I ran my fingers over his balding head.

My body thrashed and quivered as I came in a powerful orgasm. I felt his cum release all over my thighs and wet mound. It was the second week and another powerful orgasm at the hands of this man.

We eventually broke the kiss after our climax and we were breathing heavily. That was the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced and we did not even have sex in the conventional sense.

We parted soon after and I looked on in a forlorn manner as he was driven away. The events of the evening had changed things between us. The anger and bitterness I had for him was changing into something else.

Two days before our next meeting he sent a black dress for our next lesson. It was mid-thigh length and it had a low cut design at the top. He had expensive taste in designers. He sent stiletto heeled black shoes with it.

The night before the session my body was heated in anticipation. I was more than convinced that I would be satisfying the needs of my body soon.

He was wearing a tuxedo to the final training session. I greeted him in my usual loungewear, I did not want to change until he had arrived. I wanted a wow factor and maybe, just maybe a compliment.

"I planned on wearing this on the night, so I thought our final session I wanted to create the situation of the evening," he said.

"You look quite dashing," I said. I doubt his ego needed much of a boost but I liked how he looked.

"I need to ask you something but after you are ready," he said.

I gave him a smile as I went to get ready. Despite his lack of compliments I knew he liked when I dressed up for him.

I picked out the dress he had bought and the high heels. Perhaps for this evening I should only wear what he bought so I did not wear any underwear or a bra. I wondered what he would think if he saw me pantyless as he thought I was trying to seduce him when I was simply braless.

I spent a little longer on my makeup. I picked a dark slutty shade of red for my lipstick. I even curled my hair into waves for him.

I stepped into the room and his eyes were glued to me from head to toe as my heels clacked against the floor.

"Seductive," he commented. I guess that passed as a compliment in the world of Kabir Shah. I was intending to seduce him before the end of the session.

He then handed me an envelope.

"What is this?" I asked as I opened the envelope. There were two flight tickets, one in my name and one in his.

I gave him an inquisitive look.

"I want you to be my plus one. We both know you worked a miracle to make me look like I can use both feet but I don't want to dance with anyone else," he said. There was a warmth radiating to my face as I realized what this meant.

"I will think about it," I replied not wanting to make it too easy on him.

We settle in to dance but this time instead of a spin and dip I tell him I will be doing a leg lift against him and he needs to hold me up. I was not as agile as I was in my teens and 20's but I needed to seduce him.

As we dance I can't help but feel a romantic feeling building inside of me. I spin and lift my leg on to his shoulder. His hand is on my back as he holds me against him.

My dress parts revealing my naked vagina to his hungry eyes. He leans his head next to mine and I can feel his hot breath on my ear.

"Are you trying to seduce me, Miss Saanvi?" He whispered into my ear. His breath was hot in my ear. I took a deep breath as his hand raised up my thigh and caressed my mound.

I bit my lip as it curled inwards. His fingers were persistent and he began to caress the sides of my wet pussy lips.

"Uff!" I moaned in response to his touch. He is gently teasing me and keeping me on edge. I feel his finger abruptly enter my vagina and slowly finger me. My mouth goes into shape of an 'O' at the sudden intrusion. My arousal is building but his tempo keeps me on edge. He all of a sudden stops when my arousal is about to peak.

I lower my leg and whisper into his ear, "don't move."

My back is to him as I shimmy away from him and sway my hips from left to right as I try to enchant him. I can imagine his eyes on my body.

I unzip the dress from behind and reveal my back to him. I swivel on my heel and turn to face him as I hold up the dress with my arm.

I keep my eyes on him as I drop the dress until it falls around my feet. I bare it all for him and his eyes drink in every inch of flesh of my naked skin.

"Now I am trying to seduce you," I say. I begin to dance for him and sway towards him. His eyes are glued to every hip movement and gyration of my body. My breasts are gyrating as I dance for him and close the distance between us.

I perform a slut drop before him and open his belt and trousers for him. I pull them and his boxers to the floor.

I raise up and remove his tux and bow tie. I am becoming impatient as I rip open his buttons and pull off his shirt. I am being driven by a deep inner lust.

I am still wearing the black high heels as I lift my leg once more on to his shoulder as we are both naked. He holds me against him and I can feel his cock against my spread vagina. The head of his cock is teasing my wet dripping hole. It was an open invitation for his hard cock.

"You are very seductive today," he whispered in my ear.

"Please fuck me, Kabir. I need you inside of me," I begged like a slut. All of a sudden he slammed his cock inside of me.

"Oh!" Was all I could muster as I felt him finally inside of me. His other hand came up and groped my breast and his lips met mine.

I loved how he kissed. It was intense, passionate and I felt every sensation in the moment.

His thrusts became harder and rougher as my moans reverberated around his mouth.

I could hear my wet juices get fucked by his hard cock. My body was hurting in this position but it felt so intense and good that I could not break the hold. My hands were around his balding head as I pulled him deeper into the kiss.

My body trembled and thrashed against him as I felt a powerful orgasm go through my body. My vagina convulsed as I felt him cum deep inside of me and for some reason feeling him cum inside of me made me feel complete.

He finally let me break from the position and we both fell to the floor and gathered our breath. I was on my side when I felt him begin to kiss my curves from the back. It felt romantic and it was something my life had missed of late. Usually men were done once they came so I enjoyed this romantic kissing as I felt his lips on my waist and kissing down my hips. His lips began to kiss my ass cheeks and then I felt him position me over so that I was on my hands and knees.

"Kabir, what are you doing?" I asked as he spread my cheeks and kissed my cheeks. I tried to squirm away but he stopped me. He was far too strong for me.

He then began to kiss my asshole, "Kabir, please, I don't like being kissed there. It is dirty."

He then proceeded to lick my dirty asshole and it made me squirm in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort, "love must always be tested."

Did he really say love? It was intense for him to talk of love and despite my discomfort it silenced my protests.

I felt his tongue lick around the rim and my asshole would tighten and relax.

"Please Kabir, I don't like this," I pleaded but he didn't stop. My asshole was opening for him and becoming relaxed.

I then feel his cock at my ass and he forces his head inside.

"No! Kabir! Don't do it! I have never done this!" I begged and then I felt a sharp stinging slap on my ass.

"You do not say no to me," he said as he roughly forced more of his cock inside of me. The stinging slap silenced that rebellious voice once more.

I winced as I tried to bear the pain of the intrusion. He was dominant and domineering and I felt unable to object to him. He penetrated my anal cavity completely and he held his position there as my body adjusted to his cock. I then felt him slowly ease back and out and then he slammed back in. He was hard and rough as my ass slapped against his body.

He snapped my head back by pulling my hair and began to forcefully fuck me.

My groans soon turned into moans as he built up a rhythm.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" I moaned out loud as the pain began to turn into pleasure.

"Harder!" I moaned to my own surprise. Kabir did not need convincing as his hand began to slap my ass and he began to snap my head back a little harder. I could feel myself getting close and I used my fingers to rub my clit between my wet folds as I felt my body on the verge of another orgasm.

"Oh, Kabir!" I moaned as my body edged towards another orgasm. I could feel his cock contract and expand as my ass gripped his cock in a vice. I then felt him shoot his cum in my ass.

"I am cumming!" I moaned as my body thrusted back against him until he was completely inside of me. He was making me crazy as I came in another toe curling orgasm as my body convulsed. He collapsed on top of me and for a moment I thought I had killed him as his cock went limp in my ass.