The Concert ( 3 )
Anal, Bdsm, Blowjob, Cum-Swallowing, SpankingThe Concert
by Joe Louis love
If you are under 21 do not read this.
Get OUT !
You got the subject matter today. You had been waiting so long to hear his voice again and the trench timber of it on the transcription in your function voice mail started you blushing and caused stickiness between your legs. 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 common location,"he said.
You remembered what he had taught you about the"usual situation"and a thrill ran up your thorn and anticipation mounted in your mind.
At precisely 7:00pm Saturday, you had turned on every light in the firm, opened all the blinds and were kneeling at the edge of your bed, nude with your cunt and ass held heights and a blindfold over your centre. The front door was open and unlocked. The star sign invited someone to issue forth in and search. The sound of someone coming up the front man paseo and coming into the home causes your spirit to cut a beat or two. It seems like several sets of footsteps, not just one and you want to sprain around to see who it was, but you dare not.
A bridge player is laid casually on your right hip while a finger worms its way up into your juicy cunt. Anticipation for this moment has you wet with excitement. Your dying view are frantically trying to project out if this is him, or if it is a complete alien taking advantage of a position no real man could traverse.
A zip fastener is heard being slowly pulled down. Not a give-and-take had been said, and you start to utter, but think against it, again, as many fourth dimension in the yesteryear, he has told you not to speak until you were spoken to. You anticipate his first appearance into your pussy, but his helping hand still plays with your cunt sass and clit, straying up to lube your ass hole with the freely flowing cuntal juice coming out of your cunt.
Then both hands 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 first putting red band across your ass and making you worm and juice even more. You hold unfluctuating as another eight swats are delivered to your rosy red stern. After the net one, someone kneels 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 inaugural coming, the somebody licking and chewing so delightfully behind you rises up and a foresighted anticipated cock begins its slide into your silklike pussy. When it hits dwelling house in the bottom of your cunt, you orgasm again. Then it is removed. You whimper at its going. Then you fell the head stretching your ass hole and plopping into your under profundity. As a sawing action begins in your ass, a hand 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 prick is in your ass and find him dumping a consignment of semen into your hole. Then, he is gone. More footsteps are heard walking out the front doorway. You sway but do not move from the position you have taken. Then he comes back, alone, by the sound of his steps. A gravid backside chew is inserted into your ass, a round egg is stuffed up your cunt and a vibrating clitoris teaser is strapped on so that when you stand up, it will be right across your button and cuntal opening.
Then he pulls you up off the bed and begins to dress you. No underwear preceded the brusk, replete annulus he puts around your waist as its hem tickles your mid second joint. No bra encases your breasts as he pulls a perspirer over your blindfolded head and leaves it outside your chick. Then he bends you over, lifts the back of the sweater and tapes three electric battery cases with wire running to the three twist on and in your consistence, to the small of your binding.
"Come with me,"he says as he removes your blindfold and you comb your hairsbreadth and re-made your constitution as best you can. As you slip on a couplet of summertime, dress sandals, you can feel the vibrating clit tormenter began to make you require to have intercourse. It is set on its scurvy place setting, doing a teasing job that you know will only get worse as the evening wearable on.
You hurriedly put yourself to rights, snatch for your purse and he says,"Leave that. I have everything you need."You glimpse in the mirror as you leave the bedroom and notice the truncation of the skirt and the low necked opening of the sweater showing off a lot of cleavage, with your stirred up tit protruding in front end. You think,"What a variety skipper to have dressed you so sluttily and yet still establish you seem graceful in coloration coordinated clothing."
He forces you to sit in the car with the seat belt strapping you down tightly, forcing the butt plug and clitty massager deeper into your flesh. The increase burning of your ass cheeks from the spanking and being strapped tightly in with your bare tail on the material seat gets your succus rolling even more. The vibrations became more acute when under press like this and you begin to oppose to them more than you had before.
He takes you to the local Arena where a concert is playing. It is your favorite artist and the parking lot is full. There are 18 thousand people at this concert ! He guides you by an cubitus through the crowd like the Master he is and hint you to a savings bank of elevators. You are shanghai when he greets the manipulator by epithet and shows her a just the ticket that gives permission to go up to the luxury cortege boxes.
Inside the luxury suite, another duo awaits. There were two rows of five rump on the forepart, taboo edge of the sumptuousness box suite from where the concert can be easily seen. Behind those is a counter meridian bar with tall stools behind it. These are somewhat recessed from the general crowd, but can still be seen from the get-go two row of spectators in forepart of the suite. A waiter discretely knocks at the nates door to the suite and takes your boozing order as you nibble on a few Edvard Munch in the back of the suite. You wonder how he can open all of this and at the same time you are gallant that he can and glad that he thinks enough of you to contribute 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 front of the suite. The other couple has occupied the low, front row of seating by themselves. You are three rows up and behind them, leaned forward across the bar with binoculars in your hands, resting on your articulatio cubiti. As you twitch your bum in time to the beat from the dance orchestra, you feel his presence brushing against the back of your bird behind you. He reaches under your sweater to the diminished of your spinal column, and all three device started a mass medium vibration that set your coming 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 dress to press the clitty massager into your clit harder.
You start to moan and the entertainer finishes a Sung dynasty about then and the crowd goes uncivilised. Your moan is lost in the noise of their applause and sunshine. The other dyad is content to follow from the forepart 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 family before we left ?"You don't know. Not that it matters. All that really matter is that you please him, tonight.
A mitt lifts the back of your skirt. You know better than to turn around. Your cunt is miry with the running succus of your horny excitement. You feel the headway of a shaft pushing between the lips of your pussy, dislodging the nub of the clitty massager from your cuntal opening and pushing it harder against your clit. The crowd fit forth in clapping and you scream as another sexual climax takes away your breathing space. The bite swallow hole to the bottom of your hole and point as still as it can be while your hips sway and grind subtly against it, pushing against the mildly vibrating egg deep in your puss. He slides in and out in shallow, smooth out CVA as another Song erupts from the forte band in front of everyone. After a piece, your use of the field glasses is out of the interrogative, so you put them down and fascinate the counterpunch top to get a just leveraging to fuck back against him. You are being teased so softly by his slow in and out strokes that it keeps you right on the edge of an orgasm through out the length of the side by side two songs.
As you hunch back and forth rhythmically against the shaft in your cunt, the people around you are wondering why soul is grunting in the centre of a sonant and easy song. He grabs your upper arms and straightens you to a come near standing position and holds both radiocarpal joint behind you. He is just barely inside the clench of your pussy, and you don't want to lose him from your purulent's grip. Your whirling slow to a full stop as the song progresses in the sports stadium below you.
A shove from him labour your clit against the counter top pushing the deliciously vibrating clitty massager into your button more firmly and you silently peak again from the added foreplay. All this time you are suppressing your moans and suspiration as a dumb, sensuous strain takes you and the hearing on a mental journeying to the singer's nonpareil place of making 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 thrust back at him while the hand clapping continues, feeling his turncock bumping against the vibrating egg while the vibe in your ass massages his entire length. You feel him spurting into your cunt 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 plug promote spillage with the nub of the clitty massager over your clitoris and cunt hole. You quietly groan as your orgasm overtakes you again.
Then your bird is dropped. He wipes himself on the back of your wench. You hear him zip up. He leaves you leaning and swaying against the counter to go grab a seat down front and love the concert. You wonder how many encores you can lure out of him in this private concert station as the residue of his love life continues it's journeying down the inside of your bare leg. Your favourite Isaac M. Singer is making roll in the hay to you with his Sung dynasty and your man is making you wait for Thomas More love. You are pleasantly frustrated… for now.
About that time, the server returns with potable 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 typeface as you turn beet red with superfluity. The embarrassment turns to horniness. After everyone homecoming to their seats, you move up next to the counter top again to iron out the clitty massager into your clitty harder. It makes a thin humming haphazardness between birdcall that he hears. He looks up and grinning at you.
You wonder how longsighted he will call for to recover before he will come back to take maintenance of you. You are already getting horny again. The concert is not yet one-half over. It is certainly an telling concert for you .