"Strip Tease" Part 1 with Miley Cyrus
Written by SillyAnnJoker


Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction and created for entertainment purposes only.


"So... I hear you like bing teased." He voice made me jump and I spun around to face her.

"Holy shit!" I cursed when I saw her. Lace and Leather alright. Black. Black, leather high-heeled boots, black leather short shorts so short they weren't shorts, black lace bra that showed off just enough to drive my imagination wild. Her hair was out in its natural brown waves and her blue eyes were hilighted by dark make-up, and an almost blood red lipstick. I could feel myself getting hard just looking at her.

"You know, I saw it." She said conversationally, walking over to me and I gulped. "It's not really much of a strip tease, more like a lapdance... Yet you thanked her for a strip; anything I should know." She teased and I shook my head quickly, there definately had not been any stripping that night.

Tonight, however, I was hoping was going to be a different story.

"I think I should teach you the difference, shouldn't I?" She taunted and I nodded, her smirk only turning me on more. She crooked her finger, beckoning me to follow and I did so willingly, letting her lead me to the middle of the room where she pulled a chair from the table and lightly pushed me to sit in it, producing two pairs of black fluffy handcuffs out of seemingly nowhere and locking my wrists to the chair. So much better than Britney and she hadn't even done anything yet.

"Fuck." I groaned when she straddled me, feeling the hardness she'd already caused.

"I think I like you like this." She mused in my ear before suckling on the skin just under my ear. "At my mercy." She whispered again when she was finished. I faught against the cuffs, aching to reach for her. She got off of me and slowly walked behind me, tracing a finger over my clothed chest. "Don't move." She commanded and I knew she was smirking before she walked away. A few seconds later the bases started and then drum and I almost came right then when I realised what song she had put on.

French fingertips, red lips, bitch is dangerous

That wasn't Britney, that was... Oh, God, she'd had the words removed and she was singing them oh-so-seductively.

Cotton candy kiss, can't wait for my sugar rush
I can't tak it no more, I've got to have more tonight

She came back over and traced her finger back around me as she whispered the lyrics in my ear. This was going to be a very enjoyable, hot night for me, but I was most certainly going to embarass myself.

This feling so strong, I'm puttin you on tonight
Alright, let's go

She was in front of me now, swaying her hips seductively and I couldn't help but follow every move she made with my eyes intently.

Baby, take a seat, eyes on me, this is my show
Your one and only pleasure, all decked in lace and leather
Fantasy, courtesy of me, Baby, let's go
Watch me apply the pressure, all decked in lace and leather

Oh, fuck! She was grinding against me, touching her hands to her scantilly clad seductive body as she danced. I was already breathing shallowly, at this rate I wouldn't make it to the end of the song. I struggled even more against the cuffs, but they wouldn't give and I was left, frustrated, turned on and unable to touch the sexiest creature in existance.

Heels, six inch, makes a boy want to bite his lip

One heeled foot was propped up between my legs, dangerously close to setting me off with just barely a touch. Bite my lip, I already was, painfully to keep from coming in my pants. I'd much rather bite her lip.

Look but don't touch, unless you want to lose your innocence

I couldn't touch, I desperately wanted to touch her. My wrists were bound, aching, probably bruising, but the damn cuffs wouldn't give.

And can't take it no more, I've got to have more tonight
This feeling so strong, I'm puttin you on tonight

Baby, take your seat, eyes on me, this is my show
Your one and only pleasure, all decked in lace and leather

I couldn't help it anymore I groaned, swore and moaned her name as I shuddered and came.Without being touched, after not even three minutes. She stopped singing and looked at me in shock at what she'd accomplished. I looked down, ashamed.

"Well, that didn't happen onstage." She mused and I felt even more ashamed. She tucked a finger under my chin and made me look up, she smiled softly and kissed me gently on my cheek. As if she was telling me it was okay, that I wasn't any less of a man to her. but, I was, it was humiliating, to not even make it three minutes without being touched. We were both silent before the song ended (finally) and she perked up again.

"That was the lapdance part of the night." She was smirking again and my eyes widened, she was going to keep going? Jesus Christ!

"Wanna see the difference between lapdance and strip tease? You seem to have trouble with the distinction." I swollowed dryly and stared at her open-mouthed as I nodded and she smirked. She pressed a finger to her lips before she pressed the same finger to my own lips. I felt adventurous and parted my lips, pulling her fingertip into my mouth and sucking for a second before she pulled it away.

She walked away from me and I watched as her hips swayed. A new song started, slow and sensuous, but she didn't start singing. Thank God. She danced slowly, swaying her hips, her hands groping her own body. Fuck! The only reason these God damned cuffs hadn't cut me was because of the fluffy black protectors. I pulled at them and they clanged against the chair on either side of me, but didn't give. I growled and was forced to watch motionlessly, still hard, a stain slowly soaking through my pants.

I never knew taking shoes off could be sexy, but somehow she managed it. Then she turned away from me and I heard a zipper sliding, she bent over, clear in half, forwards and her leather short shorts went down and down and down. My mouth was dry, my dick was hard, and I was ready to blow again. Under the leather short shorts that were way too short to be call shorts was the hottest, sexiest black, lacy underwear that just barely covered her hot little ass. I faught against the cuffs again and the chair jumped a little as I tried to get at her.

I was breathing heavily, using every ounce of will on the planet not to come again as she turned back around to face me and walked close, just far enough away that I wouldn't be able to touch her with my feet if I reached out, and trust me, I was.

"You wanna touch?" She teased and I nodded as fast as I could, feeling like a bobble-head. She took a step closer to me, then another until she was standing right between my legs. "You want your hands on me?"

"Fuck yes." I groaned, I could feel it coming, but I'd if it happened twice in ten minutes without even being touched. I felt like a twelve-year-old watching his first porn movie.

"Where?" She asked and her tongue darted out over her lips. "Here?" She prompted, her hands sliding over her lace covered breasts.

"Shit." My briefs and pants were uncomfortably restricting me and the mess was spreading even more as I squirmed against my painful boner.

"What about here?" She bit her lip as her hands slid down and hooked i under the hem of her panties.

"Please?" I begged, whimpering, pleading, about a second away from orgasm again. Her perfectly manicure nails scratched lightly down her perfeclty toned legs, taking her panties with them and revealing her sex to me. I could smell it from here, fragrant, slightly floral and musky at the same time. And I could see the moisture.

Oh, fuck, she was wet for me right now. Right in front of me. If I breathed any heavier I was going to hyperventilate. I was practically panting like a dog, my chest heaving and I couldnn't tear my eyes away if my life depended on it.

"Please what?" She taunted, smirking, but I couldn't form anny words right now.

"This?" She questioned, sliding fingers between her breasts. I was sweating with the restraint it took to hold back. "Hmm?" I gasped dryly as a hand bent up behind her back and the straps of her bra loosened. Please? Please? Please, fucking God don't let me come now? I begged and prayed. "You want it off?"

I could barely nod and she smirked, holding the bra up with her hands teasingly before she leaned forward, right in my face and Holy shit. I'd seen it before, a Hell of a lot of times, but she could always turn me on more than anything.

I could barely lean forward against my restraint and burry my face in her chest, kissing her sloppily. I felt her hot breath on my ear, ghosting over me. "That's a strip tease." I was kissing her breasts, her sweet, succulant, responsive breasts. Her nipples, standing out as I lapped at them as best as I could.

"You seem to be far too clothed for my liking." She mused and I couldn't help but agree. Her fingers deftly moved to my pants and tugged at the hem. I lifted myself and let her take them off before she apraised me. I was finally free, the cool air helped stop the impending orgasm a little.

"Well, that was poor planning." She said, her fingers slipping up under my shirt and my muscles contracted at her touch as she danced her fingetips up my chest and then scraped her nails down lightly, making me shiver in pleasure.

She didn't dwell on the problem for long, though.

"Jooooe..." She moaned, sliding onto me and I groaned. Her arms moved around me, holding impossibly closer to me as her forehead dropped onto my shoulder and mine onto her. She moved slowly on top of me and I met her thrust for thrust.

"Miley... Oh, God, oh fuck, Miley." I moaned her name like a prayer over and over and over again. "Miley, Miley, Miley." I kep the same slow pace, but pushed harder, she always like that.

"Joe." Miley breathed, her breath hot on my neck. "Oh, Joe, keep going." She demanded, grinding against in the way that stimulated her best and I felt her getting wetter around me, her already impossibly tight walls contracting around me. "Joe, Joe... ..." She gasped, losing her voice as she orgasmed, taking me with her.

I don't know how long, it could have been a minute or a couple of hours. Miley settled, only occassionally squeezing me as her orgasm subsided, still straddling me on the damned chair. She was mewling a little as it ended and I was finally able to catch my breath.

"Do you know the difference between lapdance and strip tease now?" Her voice was weak, but teasing and I laughed hoarsely.

"No, fucking comparison, you're a billion fucking times better." I praised, kissing her neck gently. "Sexy as fuck, no-one could ever come close to you."