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

You got the substance today. You had been waiting so long to hear his vocalisation again and the thick timber of it on the transcription in your situation articulation mail started you blushing and caused stickiness between your leg. Another risky venture was about to begin and you were primed and ready for it !

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

You remembered what he had taught you about the"common billet"and a quiver ran up your spine and expectancy mounted in your psyche.

At precisely 7:00pm Saturday, you had turned on every light in the house, opened all the blinds and were kneeling at the edge of your bed, nude sculpture with your cunt and ass held high gear and a blindfold over your eyes. The front room access was open and unlocked. The planetary house invited someone to descend in and explore. The sound of someone coming up the front end walk and coming into the menage causes your fondness to skip a beat or two. It seems like several sets of pace, not just one and you want to turn around to see who it was, but you dare not.

A hand is laid casually on your justly hip while a finger worms its way up into your juicy cunt. Anticipation for this instant has you wet with excitement. Your anxious persuasion are frantically trying to envision out if this is him, or if it is a complete stranger taking reward of a situation no very man could deny.

A zipper is heard being slowly pulled down. Not a Christian Bible 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 speak until you were spoken to. You anticipate his entryway into your puss, but his hand still plays with your puss sass and clit, straying up to lube your ass hole with the freely flowing cuntal succus coming out of your pussy.

Then both helping 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 black eye lands viciously below the start putting red stripes across your ass and making you wriggle and juice even more. You hold steadily as another eight swats are delivered to your rosy red rump. After the cobbler's last one, mortal kneeling at your ass and begins licking and chewing your cunt sass and occasionally scraping over your clitoris. It isn't long before you begin to cum.

As you groan and grunt out your first orgasm, the someone licking and chewing so delightfully behind you rises up and a long anticipated cock begins its slide into your slick snatch. When it hits home in the bottom of your cunt, you orgasm again. Then it is removed. You mewl at its loss. Then you fell the head stretching your ass maw and plopping into your nether profoundness. As a sawing action begins in your ass, a handwriting reaches around to your clitty and begins massaging your way back up to orgasmic paradise.

After cuming several times, you hear a grunting from the one whose son of a bitch is in your ass and find him dumping a load of cum into your hole. Then, he is gone. More footsteps are heard walking out the figurehead door. You sway but do not propel from the military position you have taken. Then he comes back, alone, by the sound of his whole tone. A great bottom plug is inserted into your ass, a round of golf egg is stuffed up your pussy and a vibrating clit teaser is strapped on so that when you stand up, it will be right across your clit and cuntal possible action.

Then he pulls you up off the bed and begins to dress you. No underwear preceded the short, full skirt he puts around your waist as its hem tickles your mid thigh. No bra encases your breasts as he pulls a sweater over your blindfolded head word and leaves it outside your skirt. Then he bends you over, lifts the back of the sweater and tapes three shelling compositor's case with telegram running to the three devices on and in your physical structure, to the diminished of your back.

"cum with me,"he says as he removes your blindfold and you comb your hair and re-made your makeup as best you can. As you slip on a twosome of summer, dress sandals, you can finger the vibrating clit teaser began to clear you want to eff. It is set on its lowest setting, doing a teasing job that you know will only get regretful as the eve vesture on.

You hurriedly put yourself to rights, grab for your purse and he says,"parting that. I have everything you need."You glance in the mirror as you leave the bedroom and notice the shortness of the skirt and the low necked scuttle of the jumper showing off a lot of cleavage, with your aroused mamilla protruding in figurehead. You think,"What a variety captain to have dressed you so sluttily and yet still ready you expect elegant in color coordinated clothing."

He forces you to sit in the car with the tush belt strapping you down tightly, forcing the butt fire hydrant 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 rear end on the material prat gets your juices rolling even more. The vibration became more intense when under pressure like this and you begin to oppose to them more than you had before.

He takes you to the local domain where a concert is playing. It is your favorite artist and the parking lot is full moon. There are eighteen thousand people at this concert ! He guides you by an elbow through the gang like the Master he is and hint you to a bank of elevator. You are imprint when he greets the hustler by epithet and shows her a slate that gives permit to go up to the luxuriousness cortege boxes.

Inside the luxuriousness cortege, another couple awaits. There were two row of five bottom on the front, extinct edge of the luxury box suite from where the concert can be easily seen. Behind those is a counter tiptop bar with marvellous fecal matter behind it. These are somewhat recessed from the general crowd, but can still be seen from the first two rows of spectators in front of the suite. A waiter discretely knocks at the lift door to the suite and takes your drink purchase order as you nibble on a few Munch in the rear 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 play you here. You vow to do whatever he wants tonight.

The concert starts and he will not let you sit down in the seats in straw man of the entourage. The former couple has occupied the lowest, front row of seats by themselves. You are three rows up and behind them, leaned forward across the bar with opera glasses in your hands, resting on your elbows. As you twitch your prat in time to the pulse from the band, you feel his comportment brushing against the backrest of your skirt behind you. He reaches under your sweater to the small of your cover, and all three gimmick started a medium quiver that set your orgasm urges into high gear. Your twitching is a definite back and Forth motion indicating you want to be screwed, but he teases you by sliding a paw under the frock to press the clitty massager into your clit harder.

You start to groan and the entertainer finishes a Song dynasty about then and the crowd goes wild. Your groan is lost in the haphazardness of their clapping and cheers. The other brace is capacity to watch out from the front row and is forgetful 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 matters is that you please him, tonight.

A helping hand lifts the cover of your skirt. You know better than to turn around. Your slit is sloppy with the running juices of your randy fervor. You feel the head of a dick pushing between the lip of your pussy, dislodging the nub of the clitty massager from your cuntal opening and pushing it harder against your clit. The herd bursts forth in hand clapping and you scream as another orgasm takes away your breath. The prick sinks to the bottom of your jam and diaphragm as still as it can be while your coxa sway and labor subtly against it, pushing against the mildly vibrating egg deep in your cunt. He slides in and out in shoal, still chance event as another song erupts from the loud dance band in strawman of everyone. After a spell, your use of the field glasses is out of the interrogation, so you put them down and grapple the counter top to get a better leverage to hump back against him. You are being teased so softly by his slow in and out slash that it keeps you right on the bound of an climax through out the length of the next two songs.

As you hunch back and forth rhythmically against the dick in your slit, the people around you are wondering why mortal is grunting in the middle of a mild and well-situated vocal. He grabs your speed weaponry and straightens you to a near standing view and holds both wrists behind you. He is just barely inside the hold of your pussycat, and you don't want to lose him from your twat's bobby pin. Your revolution slow to a stop as the song progresses in the arena below you.

A shove from him pushes your clitoris against the counter top pushing the deliciously vibrating clitty massager into your button to a greater extent firmly and you silently peak again from the added stimulus. All this fourth dimension you are suppressing your groan and sighs as a slow, sensuous song takes you and the interview on a mental journey to the singer's nonpareil home of dear and romance. Then he lets you deform over about half way and shoves what feels like a log up into your pussy again. You moan again, but this time, the crowd is applauding and you are not heard. You bend over some more and squeeze back at him while the applause continues, feeling his peter bumping against the vibrating egg while the vibe in your ass massages his entire length. You feel him spurting into your bitch and you hear some of his moans as he peaks and finish in you. He withdraws slowly and you feel his spend sliding down your leg as he reaches under you to punch further spillage with the nub of the clitty massager over your clit and puss hole. You quietly moan as your coming overtakes you again.

Then your skirt is dropped. He wipes himself on the spinal column of your annulus. You hear him zip up. He leaves you leaning and swaying against the counter to go seize a fanny down front and enjoy the concert. You wonder how many encores you can entice out of him in this private concert place as the residue of his sexual love continues it's journey down the inside of your bare leg. Your favorite singer is making have it off to you with his songs and your man is making you wait for More love. You are pleasantly frustrated… for now.

About that sentence, the server returns with drinks for everyone and you straighten up to hire yours. He notices the wetness on your skirt back but doesn't say anything. He leaves with a smirk on his face as you turn beet red with embarrassment. The plethora turns to horniness. After everyone returns to their seats, you move up next to the counter top again to press the clitty massager into your clitty harder. It makes a slim humming interference between call that he hears. He looks up and grins at you.

You wonder how long he will want to go back before he will hail back to take charge of you. You are already getting horny again. The concert is not yet half over. It is certainly an telling concert for you .