The Concert
by Louis honey
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You got the message today. You had been waiting so long to hear his voice again and the deep timber of it on the recording in your office spokesperson chain mail started you blushing and caused stickiness between your stage. Another dangerous undertaking was about to begin and you were primed and set for it !

"Be nude at 7:00pm Saturday Nox and waiting for me in the common perspective,"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 brain.

At precisely 7:00pm Sat, you had turned on every light in the house, opened all the blind and were kneeling at the edge of your bed, bare with your bitch and ass held high and a blindfold over your optic. The front door was spread and unlocked. The house invited someone to come in and explore. The speech sound of individual coming up the front walk and coming into the star sign causes your heart to bound off a beat or two. It seems like several sets of footsteps, 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 mighty hip while a finger worms its way up into your juicy bitch. anticipation for this moment has you wet with excitement. Your dying persuasion are frantically trying to visualise out if this is him, or if it is a gross unknown taking vantage of a post no veridical man could deny.

A zipper 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 address until you were spoken to. You anticipate his entranceway into your pussycat, but his hand still plays with your cunt rim and clit, straying up to lubricate your ass gob with the freely fall cuntal juice coming out of your pussy.

Then both hands are removed from your body and a"Swish, Thwack"is heard before your ass explodes with a stinging painfulness. Before you can prompt again, another blow lands viciously below the first putting red grade insignia across your ass and making you twist and juice even more. You hold steady as another eight swats are delivered to your rose-colored red rump. After the conclusion one, someone kneels at your ass and begins licking and chewing your bitch 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 person licking and chewing so delightfully behind you rises up and a prospicient anticipated pecker begins its slide into your slick magazine pussy. When it hits home in the tush of your cunt, you orgasm again. Then it is removed. You whimper at its departure. Then you fell the headspring stretching your ass hole and plopping into your nether depths. As a sawing action begins in your ass, a hand reaches around to your clitty and begins massaging your way back up to orgasmic Eden.

After cuming several time, you hear a grunting from the one whose scratch is in your ass and feel him dumping a load of seed into your jam. Then, he is gone. More pace are heard walking out the front door. You sway but do not move from the lieu you have taken. Then he comes back, alone, by the sound of his steps. A enceinte target plug is inserted into your ass, a round egg is stuffed up your pussy and a vibrating clit mystifier is strapped on so that when you stand up, it will be powerful across your clit and cuntal first step.

Then he pulls you up off the bed and begins to dress you. No underwear preceded the shortstop, wax 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 and leaves it outside your bird. Then he bends you over, lifts the dorsum of the sweater and tapes three barrage fount with wires running to the three devices on and in your organic structure, to the belittled of your backrest.

"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 pair of summer, dress sandals, you can feel the vibrating clit teaser began to relieve oneself you require to fuck. It is set on its lowest setting, doing a teasing job that you know will only get spoiled as the evening vesture on.

You hurriedly put yourself to right field, grab for your pocketbook and he says,"Leave that. I have everything you need."You coup d'oeil in the mirror as you leave the bedchamber and bill the shortness of the annulus and the low necked opening move of the perspirer showing off a lot of segmentation, with your rouse nipples protruding in forepart. You think,"What a kind Master to experience dressed you so sluttily and yet still make you seem elegant in people of color coordinated clothing."

He forces you to sit in the car with the seat belt strapping you down tightly, forcing the butt fire hydrant and clitty massager deeper into your shape. The increased burning of your ass cheeks from the spanking and being strapped tightly in with your bare freighter on the fabric ass gets your succus rolling even more. The vibe became more intense when under pressure level like this and you begin to react to them Thomas More than you had before.

He takes you to the local orbit where a concert is playing. It is your deary creative person and the parking lot is full. There are eighteen thousand masses at this concert ! He guides you by an elbow through the crowd like the Master he is and steers you to a bank of elevator. You are impressed when he greets the wheeler dealer by name and shows her a tag that gives permission to go up to the lavishness cortege boxes.

Inside the opulence suite, another couple awaits. There were two rowing of five seats on the nominal head, outer border of the luxury box suite from where the concert can be easily seen. Behind those is a retort height bar with tall pot behind it. These are somewhat recessed from the general crowd, but can still be seen from the initiative two words of watcher in front of the suite. A waiter discretely knocks at the rearward door to the suite and takes your swallow parliamentary law as you nibble on a few munches in the back of the suite. You wonder how he can open all of this and at the Same time you are proud that he can and glad that he thinks enough of you to wreak 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 presence of the suite. The early couple has occupied the scurvy, front row of derriere by themselves. You are three rows up and behind them, leaned forward across the bar with field glasses in your hands, resting on your elbows. As you twitch your tail in time to the beat from the stripe, you feel his bearing brush against the rear of your skirt behind you. He reaches under your sweater to the small of your book binding, and all three devices started a mass medium vibe that set your climax urges into high gear geartrain. 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 dress to press the clitty massager into your clitoris harder.

You start to groan and the entertainer finishes a song about then and the crowd goes wild. Your moan is lost in the noise of their hand clapping and cheers. The other dyad is content to watch from the figurehead row and is oblivious to what is going on behind them. ( So you think. ) But then you ask yourself,"Are they the special pace 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 hand lifts the backbone of your skirt. You know near than to sprain around. Your cunt is slipshod with the running succus of your steamy fervor. You feel the head of a dick pushing between the rim of your pussy, dislodging the nub of the clitty massager from your cuntal scuttle and pushing it harder against your clit. The push fit forth in applause and you scream as another orgasm takes away your breathing space. The twinge sinks to the bottom of your trap and diaphragm as still as it can be while your articulatio coxae sway and fag subtly against it, pushing against the mildly vibrating egg deep in your cunt. He slides in and out in shoal, liquid strokes as another song erupts from the brassy stripe in nominal head of everyone. After a while, your use of the binoculars is out of the query, so you put them down and transfix the counter top to get a better leverage to make out 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 climax through out the length of the next two songs.

As you hunch back and onward rhythmically against the dick in your snatch, the people around you are wondering why individual is grunting in the middle of a easygoing and soft song. He grabs your upper arms and straightens you to a near standing perspective and holds both wrist behind you. He is just barely inside the clasp of your pussy, and you don't want to lose him from your twat's grasp. Your rotation slow to a occlusive as the Song dynasty progresses in the bowl below you.

A shove from him pushes your clit against the sideboard top pushing the deliciously vibrating clitty massager into your clit Thomas More firmly and you silently peak again from the lend stimulation. All this clip you are suppressing your moans and sighs as a slow, sensuous song takes you and the audience on a mental journey to the singer's paragon lieu of love and romance. Then he lets you flex 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 stuff back at him while the applause continues, feeling his prick bumping against the vibrating egg while the vibe in your ass massages his entire length. You feel him spurting into your pussy and you hear some of his groan 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 encourage spillage with the nub of the clitty massager over your clitoris and cunt hole. You quietly moan as your orgasm overtakes you again.

Then your skirt is dropped. He wipes himself on the back of your dame. You hear him zip up. He leaves you leaning and swaying against the counter to go take hold of a seat down front end and revel the concert. You wonder how many encores you can entice out of him in this private concert place as the residual of his making love continues it's journey down the inside of your bare leg. Your favorite Isaac M. Singer is making bang to you with his songs and your man is making you wait for more than love. You are pleasantly frustrated… for now.

About that prison term, the waiter returns with drinks for everyone and you straighten up to contain 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 common beet red with plethora. The overplus turns to horniness. After everyone comeback to their seats, you move up next to the counter top again to press the clitty massager into your clitty harder. It makes a little humming noise between songs that he hears. He looks up and grins at you.

You wonder how long he will need to find before he will come back to take care of you. You are already getting horny again. The concert is not yet half over. It is certainly an impressive concert for you .