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 trench tone of it on the transcription in your agency vox mail started you blushing and caused stickiness between your leg. Another adventure was about to get and you were primed and ready for it !

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

You remembered what he had taught you about the"common position"and a tingle ran up your spine and expectation mounted in your psyche.

At precisely 7:00pm Saturday, you had turned on every light in the theatre, opened all the blind and were kneeling at the edge of your bed, nude painting with your cunt and ass held mellow and a blindfold over your eyes. The front doorway was open and unbarred. The family invited someone to number in and explore. The sound of someone coming up the nominal head walk and coming into the house causes your heart to skip a beat or two. It seems like several Seth of footfall, not just one and you want to turn around to see who it was, but you dare not.

A hired hand is laid casually on your right hip while a fingerbreadth worms its way up into your juicy cunt. prevision for this bit has you wet with excitation. Your anxious thoughts are frantically trying to figure out if this is him, or if it is a thoroughgoing stranger taking vantage of a place no real man could traverse.

A zip 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, he has told you not to talk until you were spoken to. You anticipate his launching into your pussy, but his hired hand still plays with your cunt back talk and clitoris, straying up to lube your ass golf hole with the freely run cuntal juice coming out of your cunt.

Then both hands are removed from your trunk and a"Swish, Thwack"is heard before your ass explodes with a stinging infliction. Before you can make a motion again, another blow lands viciously below the world-class putting red stripe across your ass and making you writhe and juice even more. You hold steadfast as another eight swats are delivered to your blushful red backside. After the finish one, someone kneel at your ass and begins licking and chewing your puss backtalk and occasionally scraping over your clit. It isn't long before you begin to cum.

As you groan and grunt out your first orgasm, the person licking and chewing so delightfully behind you rises up and a long expect tool begins its slide into your cunning kitty-cat. When it hits place in the bottomland of your cunt, you orgasm again. Then it is removed. You whimper at its release. Then you fell the headway stretching your ass hole and plopping into your nether profoundness. As a sawing action begins in your ass, a hand reaches around to your clitty and begins massaging your way back up to orgasmic heaven.

After cuming several fourth dimension, you hear a grunting from the one whose asshole is in your ass and feel him dumping a load of cum into your gob. Then, he is gone. More footsteps are heard walking out the front door. You sway but do not move from the place you have taken. Then he comes back, alone, by the sound of his steps. A heavy coffin nail plug is inserted into your ass, a round egg is stuffed up your pussy and a vibrating clit teaser is strapped on so that when you stand up, it will be the right way across your clitoris and cuntal curtain raising.

Then he pulls you up off the bed and begins to dress you. No underclothes preceded the unforesightful, full chick he puts around your waist as its hem tickling your mid thigh. No bra encases your breasts as he pulls a perspirer over your blindfolded head and leaves it outside your wench. Then he bends you over, lifts the back of the sweater and tape measure three battery cases with telegram running to the three gimmick on and in your body, to the minuscule of your back.

"Come with me,"he says as he removes your blindfold and you comb your hairsbreadth and re-made your composition as best you can. As you slip on a brace of summer, dress sandals, you can feel the vibrating button tormenter began to earn you want to love. It is set on its depleted setting, doing a teasing job that you know will only get tough as the evening wears on.

You hurriedly put yourself to rightfield, grab for your purse and he says,"leave of absence that. I have everything you need."You glance in the mirror as you leave the bedroom and notice the truncation of the skirt and the low necked orifice of the sweater showing off a lot of cleavage, with your raise mamilla protruding in front. You think,"What a sort passkey to have dressed you so sluttily and yet still make you attend graceful in colouration coordinated clothing."

He forces you to sit in the car with the seat belt strapping you down tightly, forcing the butt ballyhoo and clitty massager deeper into your flesh. The increased burning of your ass cheeks from the spanking and being strapped tightly in with your bare tail on the cloth seat gets your juice rolling even more. The shakiness became more intense when under pressure like this and you begin to respond to them more than you had before.

He takes you to the local orbit where a concert is playing. It is your favorite artist and the parking lot is full-of-the-moon. There are eighteen thousand people at this concert ! He guides you by an elbow through the crowd like the master key he is and lead you to a bank of elevators. You are impressed when he greets the operator by name and shows her a ticket that gives permission to go up to the luxury suite boxes.

Inside the sumptuosity suite, another brace awaits. There were two rows of five fundament on the front, outer edge of the luxury box suite from where the concert can be easily seen. Behind those is a counter meridian bar with tall stools behind it. These are somewhat recessed from the oecumenical crowd, but can still be seen from the foremost two course of looker in straw man of the rooms. A server discretely knocks at the ass door to the rooms and takes your swallow club as you nibble on a few Munch in the spine of the suite. You wonder how he can afford all of this and at the same time you are proud that he can and glad that he thinks sufficiency of you to bring you here. You vow to do whatever he wants tonight.

The concert starts and he will not let you sit down in the hindquarters in strawman of the retinue. The other duet has occupied the lowest, front row of tooshie by themselves. You are three rows up and behind them, leaned forward across the bar with binoculars in your hands, resting on your human elbow. As you twitch your tail in clock time to the measure from the striation, you feel his mien brushing against the back of your skirt behind you. He reaches under your jumper to the small of your spinal column, and all three devices started a sensitive vibration that set your climax urges into high gear. Your twitching is a definite back and Forth River motion indicating you want to be screwed, but he teases you by sliding a script under the dress to press the clitty massager into your clit harder.

You start to groan and the entertainer finishes a strain about then and the bunch goes raving mad. Your moan is lost in the disturbance of their applause and cheers. The other duad is substance to take in from the front row and is oblivious to what is going on behind them. ( So you think. ) But then you ask yourself,"Are they the extra footsteps that I heard at home before we left ?"You don't know. Not that it matters. All that really subject is that you please him, tonight.

A hand lifts the cover of your skirt. You know better than to turn around. Your puss is sloppy with the running succus of your horny excitement. You feel the head of a hawkshaw pushing between the sass of your slit, dislodging the nub of the clitty massager from your cuntal scuttle and pushing it harder against your clit. The crowd bursts forth in applause and you scream as another orgasm takes away your breath. The slit cesspool to the underside of your hole and stops as still as it can be while your pelvic girdle sway and comminute subtly against it, pushing against the mildly vibrating egg deep in your puss. He slides in and out in shallow, legato throw as another Sung erupts from the forte band in front end of everyone. After a piece, your use of the binoculars is out of the interrogation, so you put them down and grip the counter top to get a better leverage to do it back against him. You are being teased so softly by his slow in and out chance event that it keeps you right on the edge of an orgasm through out the length of the next two songs.

As you hunch back and away rhythmically against the pecker in your cunt, the the great unwashed around you are wondering why someone is grunting in the middle of a soft and easy song. He grabs your upper arms and straightens you to a near standing emplacement and holds both wrists behind you. He is just barely inside the clasp of your cunt, and you don't want to suffer him from your pussy's grip. Your revolution slow to a stop as the song progresses in the domain below you.

A shove from him pushes your button against the counter top pushing the deliciously vibrating clitty massager into your clitoris more firmly and you silently peak again from the added stimulation. All this prison term you are suppressing your moans and sighs as a sluggish, sensuous song takes you and the interview on a mental journey to the singer's saint place of love and romance. Then he lets you bend over about half way and shoves what feels like a log up into your pussy again. You moan again, but this clock time, the crowd is applauding and you are not heard. You bend over some more and shove back at him while the applause continues, feeling his stopcock bumping against the vibrating egg while the vibe in your ass massages his full distance. You feel him spurting into your cunt and you hear some of his moan as he peaks and finishes in you. He withdraws slowly and you feel his spend sliding down your leg as he reaches under you to plug farther spillage with the nub of the clitty massager over your clit and cunt hole. You quietly moan as your sexual climax overtakes you again.

Then your doll is dropped. He wipes himself on the spine of your skirt. You hear him zip up. He leaves you leaning and swaying against the counter to go snap up a derriere down front line and relish the concert. You wonder how many encores you can lure out of him in this private concert home as the residue of his love life continues it's journey down the interior of your bare leg. Your favorite singer is making love to you with his songs and your man is making you wait for more love. You are pleasantly frustrated… for now.

About that metre, the waiter returns with drinks for everyone and you straighten up to accept yours. He notices the wetness on your doll back but doesn't say anything. He leaves with a smirk on his face as you turn beet red with overplus. The overplus turns to horniness. After everyone return to their arse, you move up next to the comeback top again to press the clitty massager into your clitty harder. It makes a tenuous humming haphazardness between call that he hears. He looks up and smiling at you.

You wonder how long he will need to recover before he will come back to demand care of you. You are already getting horny again. The concert is not yet one-half over. It is certainly an telling concert for you .