Last Saturday, my sweet girlfriend Beth had ordered me to meet her at the strip-club. She works there as an erotic dancer, and I'd always been feeling both jealous and curious about what she might be doing there. In everyday life, Beth always enjoys teasing men. It's true she has the most gorgeous and sexy body, with a firm rounded ass and perfectly shaped pair of boobs. And she always makes a point of keeping it to the most perfect fit with regular work-out and nude sun-tanning. She could easily beat any Penthouse model as far as her figure is concerned. And the way she dresses is meant to give any male an instant hard-on ! Skimpy micro-skirts, skin-tight jeans, see-through tops, she's got the most erotic fashion wardrobe you could dream of. Not to mention her extensive collection of sexy spiked-heel shoes and boots. Just one of them would be enough to have any foot fetishist like me go completely nuts. And she often likes to go along wearing nothing under her skimpy outfits, letting everyone stare at her gorgeous tits showing through, or flashing her sweet naked pussy as she uncrosses her legs or bends down to pick something up. Beth had told me to put on my tightest pair of jeans and no underwear. They were made of a thin white cotton fabric, and although I always enjoyed going naked under my jeans, I was feeling a bit nervous at how little protection they were giving me. We were to do a bit of role-playing and act as if we didn't know each other. As I drove to her strip-club, I couldn't help feeling terribly aroused at the thought of what the evening would be like. I sat down near the stage and sipped a gin-tonic as I watched the dancers perform. Everyone one of them was really arousing, and my hard-on was getting everytime more difficult to control as I watched. But when Beth climbed up the stage to start her show, I thought I would faint from the arousal as I saw the outfit she'd chosen. She wore a skimpy black leather micro-dress that zipped up the front, closely outlining her sexy bod. It was cut with openings that let bared her belly and her back, right down to the upper curves of her shapely tanned bum. And her black- leather spiked-heeled thigh-high boots were completely out of this world. Beth did an incredibly sexy dance, singing to the tune of the song, and ever so slowly stripping to reveal she wore nothing underneath. The way she clung to the metal pole at the center of the stage, rubbing her sweet pussy over it as she danced was putting me in overdrive. And she kept looking the customers in the eyes licking her lips at them. When she looked at me that way, resting her spiked-heel on the top of my table as she sucked on her finger, I almost felt my cock would burst through the tight fabric of my pants. After her dance, Beth went touring the customers, chatting with them. I saw her disappear with many of them down to the lap-dance area, and I really was starting to feel terribly jealous. Some of them were coming up with obvious hard-ons, and I was really wondering what she'd been doing to them. At last, she approached me, and we started chatting as I ordered a couple of drinks. When she asked me if I'd like a private dance with her, I accepted right away and followed her downstairs to one of the booths. I sat on the couch as she started moving on the wooden platform to the rythm of the music. She was ever so slowly unzipping her dress until her full firm tanned boobs popped out. She then lifted her breasts with her hands and started sucking on them as her leather-clad thigh started rubbing againt my leg. My rock-hard member was throbbing inside my tight jeans, and I could feel the precum start leaking out from the arousal. She then turned and bent down to reveal her naked ass and pussy to my goggling eyes. I found it hard to control myself as she started fingering her sweet pussy right before my eyes. After a while, she finished unzipping her dress and tossed it to me. She stood naked before me but for her incredibly sexy boots. Now the rubbing of her thighs against mine was getting more deliberate. And when the leather of her boots suddenly brushed over the bulging head of my cock, I thought she'd have me cream my pants right there. The song ended, and she asked me if I'd like another one. I was feeling completely as if hypnotized, and would have agreed to spend the rest of my life just watching her dance like that. The second song was even more teasing. She leaned her head just above my crotch, having me feel as if she were giving a blow-job as my cock kept desperately throbbing under her gaze. And as she straightened up, her boobs went pushing right into my crotch, rubbing over my cock and balls until I felt almost ready to cum. And then she started playing with the heels of her boots, holding them in her hands, rubbing back and forth along them as if she was jerking them off. As she rested down on the floor fingering herself, she looked at me right in the eyes while her spiked heel moved above my crotch. And when the tip of her heel deliberately brushed over my cock-head, I felt right on the brink of erupting from the unbearable arousal. As the dance ended, I was really embarassed at the extent of the wet spot of precum that had leaked through the thin fabric of my pants at the tip of my rock-hard member. I gave Beth the 20 bucks for her dances along with a generous tip, and asked her if she'd like to escort me to a disco club later on. She told me dancers weren't supposed to go out with customers after work, but since she'd really enjoyed dancing for me, she would make an exception. I couldn't wait for her to finish her work. Finally, we went out and climbed into my car heading for the disco. She was still wearing her leather micro-dress and boots, and my cock was still uncomfortably hard from what she'd been doing earlier on. As I drove, I suddenly felt her hand rest on my thigh, telling me she really liked my jeans. Soon, her fingers were busy brushing over the fabric, causing it to rub against my bulging erection. I had real trouble keeping concentrated on my driving as she grabbed the head of my cock and started slowly masturbating me through my pants. I nearly came when I saw her finger herself under her dress as she led me right to the brink of ejaculation. But she tightly squeezed the head of my cock just as I felt I couldn't hold any longer, and I saw her moan from ecstasy as she seemingly experienced an overwhelming orgasm. She then ran her juice-covered fingers just under my nose and had me eagerly lick them clean. Their sweet aroma had me even more aroused, as she resumed masturbating me until I was once again on the brink. We finally arrived at the disco, and the beat was already going pretty strong. We first settled to have dinner in the somewhat more quiet restaurant area. The atmosphere was very romantic at our candle-lit table, and I ordered some champagne to go along with the fine cuisine. As we faced each other chatting, Beth asked me what I'd liked best about her dance. I said 'Everything ! But your high-heeled boots were a special turn-on !'. She answered 'Really ? Would you happen to have a little foot fetish ?'. The sexy bitch damn knew the answer, and before I could say anything, she extended her foot under the table and rested it on my crotch. She said 'You know I really liked the way your arousal was showing through your tight pants. You don't wear any undies under there, don't you ? You know you should be careful !'. Her spiked-heel had proceeded slowly massaging my bulging cock-head in a way that almost instantly had me on the brink of creaming my pants. But she then gave it a tighter squeeze that had my urge subside at the last moment. I should tell you Beth is an incredibly expert little cock-teaser. She knows exactly how to manipulate my cock and bring me to the very edge of spurting. She knows just how sensitive my cock-head is, and enjoys playing with it until my precum starts helplessly leaking from the approach of orgasm. And she knows just how to squeeze it at the last possible moment and deny me any relief. Her spiked-heel resumed deftly massaging my leaking cock-head through the thin fabric of my jeans. My lack of underwear made it even more helplessy sensitive to her expert fondling. I could see her hand had disappeared under the table cloth. I could only imagine how busy she was fingering herself under her leather micro-dress, and could see her softly moaning as she looked at me in the eyes. She had lowered the zipper at the front of her dress, giving me a luscious view down to her barely covered boobs. The expert manipulations of her spiked-heel were once again slowly driving me over the edge. She must have sensed from my gaze I'd reached the point of no return, because she suddenly smiled broadly and applied a very tight squeeze to my desperate cock-head just as I felt I was starting to ejaculate ! I saw her moan and close her eyes as she kept the pressure until my denied orgasm had completely subsided. I knew that putting me in such a state was giving her an ecstatic orgasm. And knowing about her sweet orgasm was having me even more aroused. I would almost have crawled under the table and buried my head between her thighs. I longed to lick her sweet pussy clean of her love juices and give her yet another orgasm. But it was hardly appropriate to do that right in the middle of the restaurant, and all I could do was take her juice covered hand and discreetly lick it as though I was kissing it. The torture went on for the whole course of the meal. I could really feel my pants getting wet from the amount of precum the sexy bitch was causing to leak from my engorged cock-head as she kept me on the edge of ejaculation. I really was so absorbed by the incredible erotic tension that I hardly managed to eat anything. We finally stood up, heading for the dance area. I had to hold my jacket in front of me to hide my throbbing hard-on and the obvious wetness of my pants. But the sexy little cock-teaser told me : 'You don't expect I'm going to dance with you while you're holding your jacket like that, do you ? Just leave it at the cloak-room and I'm sure you'll feel much more comfortable.' I did as she told, and the sexy bitch knew I was now helplessly exposed. She looked down at my bulging crotch and said 'Wow ! Didn't I tell you to be careful ? It really looks like you've creamed your pants !'. Her fingernails traced the wet spot of precum that had formed over my bulging cock-head, raking along its underside in a way that sent me again right up the slope of ejaculation. She removed her fingers just when my breath started getting shorter. We walked to the bar and as I ordered some drinks, she was rubbing her shapely ass against my crotch until my helpless cock started twitching from the arousal. She took her drink and told me to wait there as she had to go to the powder-room. After a while, I saw her come back to the bar, but she was closely followed by another guy. She passed by me as if she didn't even know me, and they went to order some drinks. The sexy little bitch was rubbing her bum against the guy's crotch as he held her by the hips. I thought I would die from jealousy as I saw her hand reach behind and seemingly start to fondle the guy's cock through his pants. And at the same time her vicious teasing game was getting me incredibly aroused ! I watched them as they went to the dance-floor. Her bum-rubbing act was now getting even bolder. She was litterally dry-humping the guy as they danced, viciously masturbating him with her barely covered shapely ass. The guy had moved his hands down from her hips to under the rim of her micro-dress, and from the ripples that formed, I knew he'd reached her sweet naked pussy and was busy fingering her. Her hand reached behind between them, seemingly grabbing his cock, and I saw them explode together in a shatterring orgasm. She repeated her little game with a couple of other guys. My jealousy and arousal were reaching totally unbearable limits ! Finally, she came back to me and said "Oh, Philip, you're still there, are you ? Why don't you get me another drink ? I'll give you a dance you will remember !". I did as she told, but saw her viciously rub her bum against another guy as I ordered the drink. She was really doing everything to drive me insane with mixed jealousy and arousal. She went to sit on the edge of a table as I stood by her. As she sipped on her drink, she put her knee between my thighs and started moving it up and down to the rythm of the music. She acted as if unaware of what she was doing, but the way she was letting it rub against my over-sensitive cock and balls soon had me right on the brink. That sexy bitch was masturbating me through my tight jeans with the knee of her thigh-high black leather boots right in front of everybody ! Her expert massage was slowly but surely bringing me over the edge. I felt my cock twitching, ready to explode. I couldn't wait to be finally relieved of all the accumulated arousal Beth's expert cock-tease had created. I was so incredibly aroused I didn't care about messing my pants. As Beth had pointed out earlier, they were already so wet from precum anyway that I had little left to lose. I felt that familiar tickling in my rock-hard member. I thought nothing could stop me now as my orgasm was right about to fire from the tantalizing manipulations of Beth's knee over my bulging cock-head. But just at that crucial moment, she suddenly stopped her massage and pushed her knee very hard into my cock and balls, causing the surge of my orgasm to immediately recede. The vicious little cock-teaser had actually caused me to start spurting some cum into my pants, but she'd managed to cut off my orgasm before I could get any relief. My cock was even more hard and desperate now, and my balls were literally aching from denial and frustration. And the wetness of my pants was getting more than critical. Beth shifted her position on the table and crossed her legs, flashing her naked pussy at me in the process. The sole and heel of her right boot came to rest on my left thigh, just inches from the tip of my erection. As she looked down at my crotch, she said "Wow, Philip, how come your pants are so wet ? You seem to have gotten yourself into some trouble here ! You should control yourself better !". With that, the tip of her heel started circling over the wet area that surrounded my cock-head, sending ripples through the fabric that caused it to rub against my throbbing member. Once again I felt my orgasm building. And when the spiked tip of her heel started raking the underside of my over-sensitive cock-head, my state of arousal went completely out of control. I felt I couldn't hold any longer as the expert cock-teaser deliberately pushed me over the edge with her vicious little heel-job. I saw her slide one hand under the rim of her leather micro-dress and squeeze her thighs tight over it. I knew the sweet little teaser was getting really hot at what she was doing to me, and I was getting even more uncontrollably aroused. Once again I felt that twitching in my cock as the surge of my orgasm was right about to escape from my aching-balls. I was so close now, and so desperately hoping for relief. But just as I my orgasm was about to trigger, Beth tightly squeezed my throbbing cock-head with the tip of her heel, leaving me breathless with frustrated anticipation. She viciously smiled at me as her soft moans revealed she was getting an orgasm just as she denied me any relief. She licked her lips while staring at my crotch and said "Wheew ! Seems you were pretty close ! That poor thing looks all pretty bothered in your tight pants ! Would you like me to do something about it ?". She didn't wait for an answer, and resumed her maddenning heel-massage on my leaking cock-head. She had me completely on the brink as she asked me : "You like the feeling of my heel masturbating you through your jeans, don't you, Philip ? I could tell from the start you had that little foot fetish ! ". My cock started throbbing. I felt right about to erupt under the expert manipulations of her spiked heel as it purposedly raked over the underside of my cock-head. She had me literally trembling from the arousal. She added : "Look how that poor thing is throbbing ! You're just about to ejaculate into your pants, aren't you, Philip ? Would you like me to continue ?". Once again, she was driving me completely over the edge. I really thought I'd reached the point of no return as the light raking of her heel on my cock-head deliberately caused my orgasm to trigger. But just as I felt the first surge of cum rising from my aching balls, her sole and heel suddenly applied such a tight squeeze to my helpless cock that my orgasm instantly subsided. She closed her eyes, squeezing her hand between her thighs as she kept the pressure on my desperately throbbing cock-head. She moaned in an overwhelming orgasm as she once again denied me any relief at the last possible moment. Beth got up from the table, telling me to wait there while she went to the powder- room. I asked her about the dance she'd promised me, but she told me she didn't feel in the mood right at the moment. She came back escorted by another guy, and they started dancing right in front of me. Beth was acting as if I wasn't there, and once again she was performing her vicious bum-rubbing act over the guy's crotch, seemingly bringing him to orgasm as she dry-humped him on the dance floor, reaching her hand behind her back to masturbate him through his pants. I was again wild with mixed arousal and jealousy ! Now she was dancing alone in front of me, and I started dancing behind her, hoping I would finally have that long promised dance with her. She stepped back, lightly brushing her bum against my aching hard-on. But then she stepped forward several feet away, stopping the sexy contact just as it had started. She bent down as if to pick up something from the floor, causing her leather micro- dress to hike-up and reveal her tanned naked ass-cheeks to my goggling eyes. My cock was about to break through the fabric of my pants from the uncontrollable arousal that sweet little teaser was creating in me. As she raised herself, she managed to step backwards and cause her naked bum to rub from my cock-head up to my aching balls. She proceeded with the rubbing, dry-humping me with her exposed vicious bum until I was right on the brink of spurting. The feeling of her sweet ass-cheeks as they rubbed against my desperate hard-on through the thin fabric of my jeans was completely out of this world. I reached under the rim of her dress and started fingering her sweet wet pussy. That only increased my arousal, and her vicious rubbing was right about to send me over the edge. And then she reached behind and grabbed my cock, proceeding to masturbate me into my jeans until I thought I'd reached the point of no return. But at the last possible moment, the little teaser squeezed the head of my cock tightly between her fingers, once again denying me any relief. I was desperate as I felt her thighs close around my hand while she experienced yet another ecstatic orgasm. The club was closing, and as we returned home, Beth told me I'd been a good little slave and would have a reward. My sweet reward was to be allowed to lick her to an overwhelming orgasm. I was feeling so grateful for the sweet torture she'd put me through as I tenderly licked her beautiful pussy and inhaled its sexy scent. Her feet were resting on my cock, lightly rubbing it until she had me on the edge. She exploded in ecstasy, clutching my head between her thighs. As we laid on the bed, she closed her eyes telling me she would really sleep well tonight. She reached down to my hard member, teasing my cock-head between her expert fingers until I felt right about to explode. Then she grabbed my throbbing shaft in her hand and fell fast asleep, leaving me with the worst case of blue-balls and an erection which wouldn't subside. As I lay awake at her side, I could only wonder when my sweet Torturess would finally give me some relief ...