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

You got the subject matter today. You had been waiting so long to discover his voice again and the bass timber of it on the recording in your office voice mail started you blushing and caused stickiness between your legs. Another adventure was about to begin and you were primed and gear up 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"usual position"and a thrill ran up your spine and anticipation mounted in your judgment.

At precisely 7:00pm Sat, you had turned on every light in the theatre, opened all the subterfuge and were kneeling at the bound of your bed, nude statue with your cunt and ass held gamey and a blindfold over your centre. The front door was open and unlocked. The household invited somebody to come in and explore. The auditory sensation of someone coming up the front manner of walking and coming into the sign causes your eye to skip a beat or two. It seems like several sets of step, 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 justly hip while a finger worms its way up into your juicy slit. expectancy for this moment has you wet with excitement. Your anxious cerebration are frantically trying to figure out if this is him, or if it is a discharge unknown taking vantage of a situation no real man could deny.

A zipper is heard being slowly pulled down. Not a password 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 speak until you were spoken to. You anticipate his entry into your kitty, but his mitt still plays with your twat lips and button, straying up to lube your ass hole with the freely flowing cuntal juice coming out of your pussy.

Then both mitt are removed from your body and a"Swish, Thwack"is heard before your ass explodes with a stinging pain in the neck. Before you can move again, another black eye lands viciously below the beginning putting red stripes across your ass and making you writhe and juice even more. You hold steady as another eight swats are delivered to your rosy red rump. After the go one, soul kneel at your ass and begins licking and chewing your cunt lip 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 anticipated prick begins its slide into your slick pussy. When it hits family in the underside of your cunt, you orgasm again. Then it is removed. You mewl at its loss. Then you fell the oral sex stretching your ass fix and plopping into your under depths. As a sawing activity begins in your ass, a hired man reaches around to your clitty and begins massaging your way back up to orgasmic heaven.

After cuming several metre, you hear a grunting from the one whose dickhead is in your ass and palpate him dumping a load of seed into your hole. Then, he is gone. more footsteps are heard walking out the battlefront door. You sway but do not affect from the position you have taken. Then he comes back, alone, by the phone of his steps. A large butt chaw is inserted into your ass, a one shot egg is stuffed up your pussy and a vibrating clit tease is strapped on so that when you stand up, it will be correct across your clit and cuntal opening.

Then he pulls you up off the bed and begins to curry you. No underclothing preceded the short, full wench he puts around your shank as its hem tickles your mid second joint. No bra encases your breasts as he pulls a jumper over your blindfolded top dog and leaves it outside your skirt. Then he bends you over, lifts the back of the sweater and magnetic tape three battery causa with wire running to the three devices on and in your body, to the small of your back.

"Come 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, attire sandals, you can feel the vibrating clit teaser began to make you want to fuck. It is set on its lowest background, doing a teasing job that you know will only get worse as the evening wears on.

You hurriedly put yourself to right wing, grab for your purse and he says,"Leave that. I have everything you need."You glance in the mirror as you leave the sleeping accommodation and notice the curtness of the skirt and the low necked opening of the perspirer showing off a lot of segmentation, with your raise mamilla protruding in straw man. You think,"What a sort lord to have dressed you so sluttily and yet still take a leak you look elegant in semblance coordinated clothing."

He forces you to sit in the car with the seat belt strapping you down tightly, forcing the coffin nail stopper and clitty massager deeper into your material body. The increase burning of your ass brass from the spanking and being strapped tightly in with your bare bottom on the cloth tooshie gets your juices rolling even more. The trembling became more intense when under insistency like this and you begin to react to them more than you had before.

He takes you to the local anaesthetic Arena where a concert is playing. It is your favorite artist and the parking lot is full. There are eighteen thousand people at this concert ! He guides you by an elbow joint through the gang like the passe-partout he is and steers you to a bank of lift. You are impressed when he greets the hustler by figure and shows her a ticket that gives license to go up to the luxury suite boxes.

Inside the lavishness suite, another couplet awaits. There were two rows of five seats on the front, outer edge of the luxury box suite from where the concert can be easily seen. Behind those is a counter height bar with tall feces behind it. These are somewhat recessed from the general 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 rear door to the suite and takes your drink order as you nibble on a few munches in the book binding of the retinue. You wonder how he can afford all of this and at the Saami clip you are proud 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 hind end in front of the rooms. The other pair has occupied the humble, front row of seats by themselves. You are three rows up and behind them, leaned forward across the bar with binoculars in your hands, resting on your elbows. As you twitch your tail in time to the beat from the lot, you feel his presence brushing against the back of your doll behind you. He reaches under your sweater to the small of your back, and all three devices started a medium 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 hand under the apparel to push the clitty massager into your clit harder.

You start to groan and the entertainer finishes a Sung dynasty about then and the gang goes fantastic. Your moan is lost in the noise of their applause and cheerfulness. The other couple is content to watch from the social movement row and is oblivious to what is going on behind them. ( So you think. ) But then you ask yourself,"Are they the duplicate stride that I heard at home before we left ?"You don't know. Not that it matters. All that really thing is that you please him, tonight.

A mitt lifts the backrest of your skirt. You know better than to flex around. Your snatch is boggy with the running juice of your turned on exhilaration. You feel the head of a pecker pushing between the lips of your pussy, dislodging the nub of the clitty massager from your cuntal opening and pushing it harder against your button. The crowd bursts forth in clapping and you scream as another coming takes away your breath. The goad sinkhole to the posterior of your fix and block as still as it can be while your pelvic arch sway and grind subtly against it, pushing against the mildly vibrating egg deep in your slit. He slides in and out in shallow, smooth slash as another song erupts from the flashy band in front man of everyone. After a while, your use of the binoculars is out of the enquiry, so you put them down and grip the counter top to get a intimately leverage to have intercourse back against him. You are being teased so softly by his slow in and out strokes that it keeps you right on the boundary of an orgasm through out the length of the next two songs.

As you hunch back and Forth rhythmically against the dick in your cunt, the people around you are wondering why someone is grunting in the middle of a diffuse and well-situated Song. He grabs your upper arms and straightens you to a skinny standing spatial relation and holds both wrists behind you. He is just barely inside the grip of your pussy, and you don't want to lose him from your pussy's clench. Your gyrations slow to a stop as the song progresses in the arena below you.

A shove from him labor your clit against the counter top pushing the deliciously vibrating clitty massager into your clitoris Sir Thomas More firmly and you silently peak again from the summate arousal. All this time you are suppressing your moans and sigh as a slow up, sensuous song takes you and the interview on a genial journey to the Isaac M. Singer's ideal shoes 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 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 putz bumping against the vibrating egg while the vibration in your ass massages his stallion duration. You feel him spurting into your cunt and you hear some of his groan as he peaks and ending 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 clit and cunt golf hole. You quietly moan as your orgasm overtakes you again.

Then your doll is dropped. He wipes himself on the back of your chick. You hear him zip up. He leaves you leaning and swaying against the counter to go grab a nates down front and enjoy the concert. You wonder how many encores you can entice out of him in this private concert place as the residuum of his making love continues it's journeying down the inside of your bare leg. Your favorite singer is making love to you with his songs and your man is making you wait for more honey. You are pleasantly frustrated… for now.

About that time, the waiter takings with drinks for everyone and you straighten up to take 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 Beta vulgaris red with embarrassment. The embarrassment turns to horniness. After everyone returns to their place, you move up next to the counter top again to press the clitty massager into your clitty harder. It makes a fragile humming noise between songs that he hears. He looks up and grins at you.

You wonder how long he will need to recover before he will make out back to convey tending of you. You are already getting horny again. The concert is not yet half over. It is certainly an impressive concert for you .