Once bitten, Not Shy

Continuing to practice on her own, Denise perfected her pole routine, strengthened her already amazing, dancer's legs, used skin cream on her inner thighs to keep them from chafing on the pole, and had Mike pick her up new outfits to pole dance in, and, inevitably, lose to nakedness. She now saw her pole workouts as an us thing, Mike and Me, instead of only a mild interest for exercise. Provided, that is, she stayed conscious.

"Deen, I picked up a hot, lacy two-piece for you" Mike texted her one night. "Black, your favorite. Not crotchless, but close..Half bra top..Can't wait to see you in it. And out of it" he added, knowing her favor of wearing anything black, and, very sexy. Denise had a not so hidden exhibitionist streak in her.

"Yes!" she replied. "Let me do a few things around here, then, get here and I'll show you my new pole moves!" Denise stated. "IN that black lacy two-piece..You DO know what I like" she added, firing his desires all the more.

Finishing her house work, and checking the pole for security, Denise awaited Mike's arrival and her new, sexy pole outfit. She enjoyed the show of it more than anything, the pole dancing, stripper aspect, notably who she was doing it for. Denise was confident of her new routine, including the faster swing-around, similar to an ice skater, hanging onto the pole. "I know where to hold, I won't fall" she opined.

Mike arrived, they completed their usual, extended, full liplock, ending with a sigh of "mm..nice" from both. Denise changed into the sexy lace two-piece, blowing Mike's mind even more than he'd imagined, resulting in pulling her in for another, hands on her body and liplock combination. His right hand snuck in a quick grab of her perfect ass, making the hot sister smile.

"Heey, now..Time for my pole routine!" she stated, striking a pose as he fired off two pics of his pole dancer model. She really was just gorgeous and hot.

Starting her routine and impressing Mike with her climbing, hair swinging, sexy smiles at him, strong, crossed legs holding onto each portion of the pole, and teasing commentary.

"My tits are falling out! Ah, you don't mind!" she smiled and stated. "Watch, this is new..My favorite part". The fast swing-around.

Fastening her long-nailed right hand center to her very well exposed body, Denise hung onto the pole, removed the half bra with her left, and began swinging around, topless, and gaining speed. Her long, auburn hair flew as she powered herself around the pole, faster and faster. Mike was impressed with her body (as always), and stamina to do this. She was like a fast merry go round, topless on that pole.

"Incredibly hot.." he called out. "Faster! Lose the bottoms!" he found himself directing Hot Denise.

Complying with the direction, the sexy sister tugged her bottoms down, exposing her perfect, bare ass and well-trimmed mound. Just as she made a turn, Denise's left hand slipped enough on the now sweat-dotted pole, losing her grip.

"Fuckhnooocatchmee!" She exclaimed, already on her way down and out. As Mike approached his sexy sister, she fell backwards, striking her head onto a thin layer of padding. Mike initially thought, she'll be ok, it's padded. However, such wasn't enough. The pole dancing object of Mike's sexual desires and taker of his direction, was out cold. Her long hair above her head, beautiful, high cheekboned face turned to the side, heavy-makeupped eyes and fake, long lashes closed.

"Out again" he stated. "Like last time, I'll wait this one out..She does look great with the heavy makeup and those lashes..Gotta tell her to do those all the time. I like her with long lashes. Awake or knocked out" Mike considered.

Moving her limp, unconscious body to a more comfortable position, Mike sat alongside of her, stroked her hair and face, soft kissed her lips, and, admittedly, felt her up. "Kinda fun when she knocks herself out" he joked to himself, examining her face again. "Oh, yeah..Loving the too much makeup and wingy, black lashes on her. So sexy".

This time took longer for her to awaken and somewhat come to. Upon regain of consciousness, Denise kissed Mike, and asked "Where are we? Why am I na-ked?".