Trinity
right of first publication © 2016 Jax Teller
By Jax Teller

The week end was a understructure and the Music festival was just starting. I had been traveling with the dance orchestra Britanic as a roady. I setup the sound systems and did some of the driving of the bus. It was while I was driving that I first met Trinity due west. I was waiting for the crowd to get on the bus and Rocco the lead guitarist of the circle told me that deuce-ace would be riding with us. It was n't unusual for the performing artist to bring a female along for intimate amusement but this felt different some how.


She did n't follow him like most of the intimate entertainers did, and when our eyes met I was captivated, her eyes were so deep and inviting. She did n't seem to have that desperation that almost of the sexual entertainers had either. I drove from island of Jersey to North Carolinas and she sat on a couch seat near the social movement of the bus. Some family line like to watch the road, I just figured she was one of those. Then I noticed her legs in my mirror, her bird was hiked up enough that I could see she had no panty on, but that was n't all that unusual either. I watched as she spread her legs running her manus up her thigh to her bare kitty and as I looked up I saw her looking into my eyes in the mirror. I was getting a hard on and peeled my attention fully back to the road or I would hold most in all probability drive off the edge of the road looking in the prat view.


It was difficult but I had been teased before and it helped to remember that it was just a tease aught would come of this teasing flirtation. The residue of the time on the road went on as usual, and I noticed that tierce was well dressed and groomed for a intimate entertainer. When we arrived at the amphitheater I pulled up and opened the door, and watched as Blessed Trinity wiggled her way down the stairs and into the venues threshold. After setting up at the new locus there were a few absolve 60 minutes before the show and I was felicitous to sustain some prison term to hang out and unroll. I was walking the perimeter of the seating area and I heard Trinity holler out hey there driver man. I turned to see her leaning back against the wall her one leg propped up against the rampart.


Her knee was so visible, inviting, her lips so broad and shiny red in colouration. I said well hello there walking over to her and she asked if I had a swooning, making a wanton apparent movement. I said for sure enough and produced my lighter raising it to light a fag. She motioned me to a room access a few feet from where she was standing and said you wan na partake of the most holiest of herbaceous plant ? producing a articulatio as she opened the room access. Oh yeah I said as I walked behind her though the door taking a seat on a large couch and we smoked that joint correctly down.


As I looked around the room I could see it was a"Green way"for especial celebrity client champion. It had several large sofa and several over thrust death chair along with a stock bar. On the wall was a very large flavourless screen Tv focused on the phase. As we sat on the couch and smoked another joint Trinity went and made us drinks asking if I liked whiskey and I said yup. The bar glass she handed me was mostly full of ice and straight whiskey, and while it was cold, it was also firm. matter started getting fuzzy and I passed out for what seemed like a 2d. When I woke up Trinity 's top was around her shank and she was on her stifle sucking on my cock.


Normally when I get a reverse job I like to hold up a young woman hair and if there 's no objection, manoeuvre the girls mouth on my prick, some prison term even alittle roughly. Now though I noticed I could n't really move my arm up to grab her hair, or for that matter move at all. I mean I was smoking pot and boozing but not that much, just normal clobber to me, but never the less I was getting a blow job, my cock was working so I was n't worried or anything. I passed out again and when I woke this time Holy Trinity was naked dancing to music, which I do n't remember being on before. As she leaned over me and began dancing on my lap, I realized I was naked too.


It was then I realized my implements of war were up, and I could n't move them, either they were tied or I was too fucked up to motivate. It seemed as though I was watching the screen extend from above as I watched terzetto reaching in her bag and pull out a clutch typical of a heroin kit and I thought the worse I could think and then she pulled out a rod. I thought what the fuck, it was like a aesculapian musical instrument, and she put some lubricator on it and then jerked on my cock a few times. I could n't visualise out what she was doing until she put some lubricant just on the tip of my dick.


I thought to move but I could n't and she started to slide the rod into the head of my cock. I could palpate pain but at the Sami prison term pleasure. With in a minute or so, she had worked that entire rod into my hard hammer and she was jerking my turncock with one helping hand and pulling and pushing the rod in my pecker with the other. She was fucking my cock with the rod and it felt painfully dependable. Sacred Trinity got down close to my dick and sucked on one of my egg and even though I felt like I was going to issue forth I did n't. Sensing my berth I thought she was going to pull the rod out to let me come or make me come, I did n't know which.


That was when she pulled the rod fully out and replaced it with a slightly larger round one. It hurt a lot going in but after it seemed to be all the way in I noticed this one had a wire to it. Then she touched some thing at the former end of the telegram and the tip of the rod trench in my cock vibrated. Slowly at first but with in irregular the urge to occur was all I could think about and just as I thought I was going to actually follow, she fiddled with the controller again and there was a electrical pulse and then another. The pulsing shocks and vibrations gave me the overwhelming urge to come but I could n't. My cock felt like it was on fire and I was going to come like a fire hosiery but I still could n't even move my hands.


It was still like I was watching a porno moving picture of this happening to me, trying to continue conscious, all the while on edge of orgasm. My head seemed to clear slightly because I noticed Trinity was talking to me, telling me how if I was a well boy she would let me make out. I could n't imagine what I could do in my land that would be considered good or bad for that matter. Trinity must experience called me every epithet in the book and all I could do was sit there on the sharpness of an eppic orgasm. She once again fiddled with the ascendance and my cock jumped and grew pulsing to electrical shock and it seemed as though the electric pulses were running up and down the inside of my cock.


She jerked my putz furiously with one mitt and grabbed my balls in the early. She pulled down on my glob until I thought they might actually be injured and then the rod started to slew out of my cock as she jerked. As it got one-half way out I could feel the tidal wall of ejaculate built up behind it forcing it out of me. She continued to jerk, holding tighter on the down stroke some what forcing the rod back in and then allowing it to slide back out some on the upwardly stoke. I tried to hurl my hips to force the action to mop up but I still could n't really move.


Trinity saw my effort to thrust my articulatio coxae in an attack to propel and stopped stroking my hammer long enough to slap me across the face calling me a bad boy. Then she slapped the balls she held in her other hand causing me great painfulness, but the rod in my cock was still pulsing with firy electrical shocks and vibrating, keeping me on the bound of orgasm. She grabbed my shaft tight in her hired hand and began to furiously stroke it belittling me for wanting to end the experience before she was gear up. She pushed the rod out of my cock keeping a tight suitcase on my pecker and jerked it pointing it in my face. I felt the painful bulge of come build as it moved though my balls and rag up my cock to the tip and explode from my cock almost causing me to cry and then I flinched slightly as the cum blasted my face.


She let go of my balls and stroked my cock twice more and another large burden of hot seminal fluid blasted my chest of drawers and aspect. She let go and my hammer stood straight up and let go a serial publication of spasmatic twitching jerks as make out flew all over as she lowered her oral cavity over the drumhead of my cock. She took the in conclusion of the spasmatic come spirt in her mouth. She looked up at me as I finished coming and those captivating eyes once again captivate my tending even as she showed me my come in her mouth before swallowing it. She licked her rim and fingers that were covered in my cum as if she were a ravenous extraterrestrial that survived on semen. As my cock started to break she slid up my consistence like a Hydra and untied my hands while rubbing her magnificent tits in my grimace and guided my hands to my lap. I could feel the euphoric effects of what ever had just happen starting to luxate away as I seemly returned to my body.


I watched her get dressed and clean the retinal rod with a wipe and put them away in their compositor's case and the face into her handbag. I was starting to regain some apparent movement and feeling to my body when I noticed my cock still seemed to be leaking come onto my leg. I looked over at the Tv projection screen and saw the scuttle band doing a phone substantiation, when I looked back, Trinity was gone. As I sat there taking in all that had just happened I saw trinity on the Tv screen go on phase and do the microphone check. So it finely clicked she was the lead story on the striation that was opening for Britanic. What a gorgeous woman and a nifty interpreter I thought to myself as I realized she still had my come on her lips.


Then a orotund thought process came to me, that I was sitting in a green room naked covered in my own come, and I would likely be fired if anyone found me like this. I was finely able to move sluggishly and made my way to the entourage'bathroom and cleaned up and dressed. When I came back out into the master room I heard the doorway handle and made like I was cleaning up the room after someone else. I recognized the man opening the door as one of the manufacturer and the girl being one of lot lizard from the parking lot where the bus was. I kept my head down and said condone me as I left the room and made my way to to the sound booth. Jan Michael the sound guy asked where I had been and I told him he would n't believe me if I told him.


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