The Concert
by Louis Honey
If you are under 21 do not read this.
Get OUT !

You got the message today. You had been waiting so long to hear his voice again and the deep forest of it on the recording in your federal agency vocalization mail started you blushing and caused stickiness between your branch. Another adventure was about to start out and you were primed and quick for it !

"Be nude at 7:00pm Saturday night and waiting for me in the usual status,"he said.

You remembered what he had taught you about the"usual position"and a thrill ran up your spine and anticipation mounted in your intellect.

At precisely 7:00pm Saturday, you had turned on every ignitor in the family, opened all the blind and were kneeling at the edge of your bed, nude person with your bitch and ass held high and a blindfold over your eyes. The front man threshold was open and unsecured. The household invited someone to make out in and explore. The sound of someone coming up the presence pass and coming into the house causes your core to decamp a beat or two. It seems like several lot of footstep, not just one and you want to deform around to see who it was, but you dare not.

A hand is laid casually on your right hip while a finger worms its way up into your juicy cunt. prevision for this bit has you wet with excitement. Your nervous persuasion are frantically trying to figure out if this is him, or if it is a discharge stranger taking reward of a spot no actual man could deny.

A zipper is heard being slowly pulled down. Not a Word had been said, and you start to speak, but think against it, again, as many times in the past times, he has told you not to talk until you were spoken to. You anticipate his entry into your pussy, but his hired man still plays with your cunt lip and clit, straying up to lube your ass yap with the freely flowing cuntal juice coming out of your pussy.

Then both hired hand are removed from your body and a"Swish, Thwack"is heard before your ass explodes with a stinging pain. Before you can move again, another gust lands viciously below the first putting red stripes across your ass and making you wiggle and succus even more. You hold brace as another eight swats are delivered to your rose-cheeked red butt. After the finale one, individual kneels at your ass and begins licking and chewing your cunt brim and occasionally scraping over your clit. It isn't long before you begin to cum.

As you groan and grunt out your initiatory orgasm, the someone licking and chewing so delightfully behind you rises up and a long anticipated rooster begins its slide into your slick pussy. When it hits menage in the bottom of your cunt, you orgasm again. Then it is removed. You whimper at its loss. Then you fell the head stretching your ass jam and plopping into your chthonic deepness. As a sawing military action begins in your ass, a hand reaches around to your clitty and begins massaging your way back up to orgasmic heaven.

After cuming various times, you hear a grunting from the one whose incision is in your ass and feel him dumping a burden of ejaculate into your hole. Then, he is gone. More stride are heard walking out the front threshold. You sway but do not move from the position you have taken. Then he comes back, alone, by the sound of his footfall. A large fag plug is inserted into your ass, a round egg is stuffed up your snatch and a vibrating clit puzzle is strapped on so that when you stand up, it will be right across your clit and cuntal orifice.

Then he pulls you up off the bed and begins to dress you. No underwear preceded the short, wide bird he puts around your waist as its hem tickles your mid thigh. No bra encases your titty as he pulls a sweater over your blindfolded forefront and leaves it outside your skirt. Then he bends you over, lifts the back of the sweater and tape three bombardment cases with conducting wire running to the three twist on and in your body, to the small of your back.

"cum with me,"he says as he removes your blindfold and you comb your hair and re-made your constitution as best you can. As you slip on a duo of summer, wearing apparel sandals, you can experience the vibrating clit teaser began to make you require to fuck. It is set on its lowest mount, doing a teasing job that you know will only get bad as the eventide wears on.

You hurriedly put yourself to rights, grab for your purse and he says,"Leave that. I have everything you need."You glance in the mirror as you leave the bedroom and observation the truncation of the wench and the low necked opening of the sweater showing off a lot of cleavage, with your wind up nipples protruding in front. You think,"What a kind master copy to have dressed you so sluttily and yet still make you search elegant in color coordinated clothing."

He forces you to sit in the car with the bottom belt strapping you down tightly, forcing the butt nag and clitty massager deeper into your flesh. The increase burning of your ass cheeks from the spanking and being strapped tightly in with your bare bottom on the fabric seat gets your juice rolling even more. The vibrations became more intense when under pressure like this and you begin to react to them Sir Thomas More than you had before.

He takes you to the local anaesthetic Arena where a concert is playing. It is your darling artist and the parking lot is full. There are xviii thousand citizenry at this concert ! He guides you by an elbow through the gang like the skipper he is and bullock you to a bank building of lift. You are move when he greets the operator by name and shows her a tag that gives permission to go up to the luxury entourage boxes.

Inside the luxuriousness retinue, another pair awaits. There were two rows of five backside on the movement, knocked out edge of the luxury box cortege from where the concert can be easily seen. Behind those is a buffet height bar with marvelous stools behind it. These are somewhat recessed from the world-wide crowd, but can still be seen from the first two rows of spectators in straw man of the suite. A waiter discretely knocks at the ass door to the suite and takes your drink order as you nibble on a few Munch in the back of the suite. You wonder how he can open all of this and at the Sami meter you are proud that he can and glad that he thinks enough of you to get you here. You vow to do whatever he wants tonight.

The concert starts and he will not let you sit down in the tail end in front of the cortege. The other couple has occupied the lowly, front row of seats by themselves. You are three rows up and behind them, leaned forward across the bar with field glasses in your hands, resting on your human elbow. As you twitch your hind end in time to the beat from the band, you feel his comportment brushing against the back of your skirt behind you. He reaches under your sweater to the small of your rachis, and all three devices started a culture medium vibration that set your orgasm urges into high gear wheel. Your twitch is a definite spinal column and forth motion indicating you want to be screwed, but he teases you by sliding a hand under the clothes to press the clitty massager into your clit harder.

You start to moan and the entertainer finishes a birdcall about then and the crowd goes uncivilized. Your moan is lost in the noise of their applause and cheers. The other couple is contented to learn from the nominal head row and is oblivious to what is going on behind them. ( So you think. ) But then you ask yourself,"Are they the surplus stride that I heard at home before we left ?"You don't know. Not that it matters. All that really matters is that you please him, tonight.

A hired hand lifts the back of your skirt. You know better than to deform around. Your twat is sloppy with the running juices of your horny excitement. You feel the fountainhead of a dick pushing between the lips of your pussy, dislodging the nub of the clitty massager from your cuntal opening night and pushing it harder against your button. The crowd salvo forth in applause and you scream as another sexual climax takes away your breathing time. The asshole sinks to the bottom of your hole and stops as still as it can be while your hip joint sway and cranch subtly against it, pushing against the mildly vibrating egg deep in your cunt. He slides in and out in shallow, liquid slash as another song erupts from the loud ring in front of everyone. After a while, your use of the field glasses is out of the interrogation, so you put them down and fascinate the rejoinder top to get a better leverage to have it off back against him. You are being teased so softly by his slow in and out strokes that it keeps you right on the edge of an orgasm through out the duration of the succeeding two songs.

As you hunch back and away rhythmically against the dick in your bitch, the people around you are wondering why someone is grunting in the middle of a soft and easy song. He grabs your pep pill weaponry and straightens you to a come near standing position and holds both articulatio radiocarpea behind you. He is just barely inside the hold of your pussy, and you don't want to misplace him from your pussycat's clutch. Your gyrations slow to a stay as the Song progresses in the arena below you.

A shove from him press your clit against the counter top pushing the deliciously vibrating clitty massager into your clit Sir Thomas More firmly and you silently peak again from the contribute stimulus. All this prison term you are suppressing your groan and suspiration as a slow, sensuous song takes you and the consultation on a mental journeying to the vocalizer's paragon stead of making love and romance. Then he lets you turn over about half way and shoves what feels like a log up into your kitty again. You moan again, but this fourth dimension, the crowd is applauding and you are not heard. You bend over some more and thrust back at him while the applause continues, feeling his shaft bumping against the vibrating egg while the vibration in your ass massages his entire length. You feel him spurting into your twat and you hear some of his moan as he peaks and cultivation in you. He withdraws slowly and you feel his spend sliding down your leg as he reaches under you to secure advance spillage with the nub of the clitty massager over your button and cunt hole. You quietly moan as your orgasm overtakes you again.

Then your bird is dropped. He wipes himself on the vertebral column of your skirt. You hear him zip up. He leaves you leaning and swaying against the rejoinder to go grab a buns down front and bask the concert. You wonder how many encores you can entice out of him in this private concert property as the residue of his love continues it's journeying down the interior of your bare leg. Your favorite singer is making enjoy to you with his strain and your man is making you wait for more lovemaking. You are pleasantly frustrated… for now.

About that time, the waiter recurrence with drinkable for everyone and you straighten up to take yours. He notices the wetness on your bird back but doesn't say anything. He leaves with a smirk on his face as you turn beet red with embarrassment. The overplus turns to horniness. After everyone returns to their rear end, you move up next to the counterpunch top again to urge the clitty massager into your clitty harder. It makes a slight humming noise between songs that he hears. He looks up and grin at you.

You wonder how longsighted he will involve to recover before he will occur back to take care of you. You are already getting horny again. The concert is not yet half over. It is certainly an impressive concert for you .