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

You got the content today. You had been waiting so long to get word his voice again and the deep timberland of it on the transcription in your spot vocalisation mail service started you blushing and caused stickiness between your stage. Another escapade was about to lead off and you were primed and make for it !

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

You remembered what he had taught you about the"common locating"and a tingle ran up your spine and anticipation mounted in your nous.

At precisely 7:00pm Sat, you had turned on every twinkle in the house, opened all the blinds and were kneeling at the edge of your bed, nude with your pussy and ass held senior high and a blindfold over your eyes. The front door was unfold and unbolted. The house invited person to number in and research. The speech sound of somebody coming up the front walk and coming into the star sign causes your gist to bound off a beat or two. It seems like various sets of stride, not just one and you want to turn around to see who it was, but you dare not.

A hired man is laid casually on your decent hip while a fingerbreadth worms its way up into your juicy twat. Anticipation for this moment has you wet with excitement. Your anxious thoughts are frantically trying to figure out if this is him, or if it is a complete stranger taking advantage of a berth no rattling man could traverse.

A zipper is heard being slowly pulled down. Not a Book had been said, and you start to mouth, but think against it, again, as many times in the past tense, he has told you not to speak until you were spoken to. You anticipate his accounting entry into your pussy, but his handwriting still plays with your pussy lips and clitoris, straying up to lubricate your ass hole with the freely flowing cuntal juice coming out of your pussy.

Then both work force are removed from your dead body and a"Swish, Thwack"is heard before your ass explodes with a stinging pain. Before you can move again, another blow lands viciously below the offset putting red bar across your ass and making you squirm and juice even more. You hold steady as another eight swats are delivered to your fortunate red rump. After the last one, someone kneel at your ass and begins licking and chewing your cunt lips 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 someone licking and chewing so delightfully behind you rises up and a long anticipated pecker begins its coast into your slipperiness pussy. When it hits home in the bottom of your cunt, you orgasm again. Then it is removed. You whimper at its loss. Then you fell the question stretching your ass maw and plopping into your nether depths. As a sawing action at law begins in your ass, a paw reaches around to your clitty and begins massaging your way back up to orgasmic heaven.

After cuming several clip, you hear a grunting from the one whose bastard is in your ass and feel him dumping a load of come into your hole. Then, he is gone. More footsteps are heard walking out the front door. You sway but do not move from the position you have taken. Then he comes back, alone, by the strait of his steps. A expectant rump 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 correctly across your clit and cuntal opening.

Then he pulls you up off the bed and begins to trim you. No underwear preceded the short, full skirt he puts around your waist as its hem tickling your mid thigh. No bra encases your breasts as he pulls a sweater over your blindfolded head and leaves it outside your skirt. Then he bends you over, lifts the rear of the sweater and tapes three battery cases with telegram running to the three devices on and in your body, to the pocket-size of your back.

"seminal fluid 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 pair of summer, dress sandals, you can feel the vibrating button teaser began to make you want to fuck. It is set on its lowest mise en scene, doing a teasing job that you know will only get worse as the even vesture on.

You hurriedly put yourself to rights, snatch for your purse and he says,"Leave that. I have everything you need."You glance in the mirror as you leave the sleeping room and notice the shortness of the skirt and the low neck opening of the sweater showing off a lot of cleavage, with your aroused tit protruding in front. You think,"What a kind captain to have dressed you so sluttily and yet still reach you calculate elegant in colour coordinated clothing."

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

He takes you to the local Arena where a concert is playing. It is your favored creative person and the parking lot is full. There are eighteen thousand hoi polloi at this concert ! He guides you by an elbow through the gang like the Master he is and tip you to a bank of elevator. You are impressed when he greets the manipulator by name and shows her a slate that gives permission to go up to the luxury cortege boxes.

Inside the luxury suite, another couple awaits. There were two words of five fanny on the front, kayoed edge of the luxury box suite from where the concert can be easily seen. Behind those is a counter top bar with tall toilet behind it. These are somewhat recessed from the general bunch, but can still be seen from the kickoff two rows of spectators in front of the suite. A server discretely knocks at the tooshie door to the rooms and takes your drink edict as you nibble on a few Edvard Munch in the back of the rooms. You wonder how he can afford all of this and at the like meter you are lofty that he can and glad that he thinks enough 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 fundament in front of the retinue. The other couple has occupied the dispirited, nominal head 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 cubitus. As you twitch your tail in meter to the beat from the band, you feel his front brushing against the binding of your skirt behind you. He reaches under your jumper to the minuscule of your binding, and all three devices started a medium vibration that set your orgasm urges into senior high power train. Your twitching is a definite back and Forth motility indicating you want to be screwed, but he teases you by sliding a helping hand under the dress to weightlift the clitty massager into your clit harder.

You start to groan and the entertainer finishes a Song about then and the bunch goes uncivilised. Your moan is lost in the noise of their applause and sunniness. The former couple is content to watch from the strawman 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 matter is that you please him, tonight.

A hand lifts the binding of your skirt. You know better than to turn around. Your cunt is sloppy with the running juice of your horny excitement. You feel the head of a dick pushing between the backtalk of your pussy, dislodging the nub of the clitty massager from your cuntal curtain raising and pushing it harder against your clitoris. The crowd bursts forth in applause and you scream as another orgasm takes away your breathing place. The dick sinks to the hindquarters of your hole and layover as still as it can be while your pelvic arch sway and toil subtly against it, pushing against the mildly vibrating egg deep in your slit. He slides in and out in shoal, smooth out apoplexy as another vocal erupts from the loud band in front of everyone. After a patch, your use of the binoculars is out of the question, so you put them down and spellbind the counterpunch top to get a easily purchase to fuck back against him. You are being teased so softly by his slow in and out accident that it keeps you right on the sharpness of an climax through out the distance of the side by side two songs.

As you hunch back and forward rhythmically against the hawkshaw in your puss, the people around you are wondering why someone is grunting in the middle of a easy and easy song. He grabs your upper arms and straightens you to a approach standing position and holds both wrists behind you. He is just barely inside the clasp of your pussy, and you don't want to lose him from your pussy's grip. Your gyrations slow to a occlusion as the birdcall 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 clit more firmly and you silently peak again from the add together arousal. All this fourth dimension you are suppressing your groan and sigh as a dumb, sensuous song takes you and the hearing on a genial journey to the singer's ideal property of love and romance. Then he lets you bend over about half way and shoves what feels like a log up into your slit again. You moan again, but this time, the bunch is applauding and you are not heard. You bend over some more and squeeze back at him while the applause continues, feeling his tool bumping against the vibrating egg while the vibe in your ass massages his entire distance. You feel him spurting into your slit and you hear some of his moans 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 stop up further spillage with the nub of the clitty massager over your button and bitch fix. You quietly moan as your sexual climax overtakes you again.

Then your doll is dropped. He wipes himself on the rachis of your dame. You hear him zip up. He leaves you leaning and swaying against the tabulator to go grab a ass down front end and revel the concert. You wonder how many encores you can entice out of him in this individual concert place as the residue of his lovemaking continues it's journeying down the inside of your bare leg. Your favorite Isaac Bashevis Singer is making love to you with his Song dynasty and your man is making you wait for to a greater extent beloved. You are pleasantly frustrated… for now.

About that metre, the waiter reappearance with crapulence for everyone and you straighten up to ingest yours. He notices the wetness on your wench back but doesn't say anything. He leaves with a smirk on his cheek as you turn beet red with embarrassment. The plethora turns to horniness. After everyone returns to their buttocks, you move up next to the counter top again to agitate the clitty massager into your clitty harder. It makes a slight humming racket between vocal that he hears. He looks up and smiling at you.

You wonder how foresighted he will need to retrieve before he will come back to take concern of you. You are already getting horny again. The concert is not yet half over. It is certainly an telling concert for you .