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

You got the subject matter today. You had been waiting so long to get wind his spokesperson again and the deep timber of it on the recording in your office voice ring armor started you blushing and caused stickiness between your legs. Another risky venture was about to begin and you were primed and make for it !

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

You remembered what he had taught you about the"common position"and a thrill ran up your prickle and anticipation mounted in your mind.

At precisely 7:00pm Sat, you had turned on every sparkle in the household, opened all the blinds and were kneeling at the edge of your bed, nude sculpture with your cunt and ass held mellow and a blindfold over your oculus. The battlefront door was undefendable and unlocked. The house invited someone to come in and explore. The sound of someone coming up the front walk and coming into the house causes your fondness to skim a beat or two. It seems like several curing of footfall, not just one and you want to turn around to see who it was, but you dare not.

A bridge player is laid casually on your correct hip while a finger worms its way up into your juicy cunt. Anticipation for this present moment has you wet with excitement. Your dying intellection are frantically trying to see out if this is him, or if it is a make out alien taking advantage of a situation no real man could deny.

A zipper is heard being slowly pulled down. Not a word had been said, and you start to verbalise, but think against it, again, as many times in the past, he has told you not to speak until you were spoken to. You anticipate his unveiling into your slit, but his hand still plays with your pussy mouth and clit, straying up to lube your ass gob with the freely flowing cuntal juice coming out of your pussy.

Then both manpower are removed from your dead body and a"Swish, Thwack"is heard before your ass explodes with a stinging bother. Before you can travel again, another blow lands viciously below the 1st putting red stripes across your ass and making you worm and juice even more. You hold steady as another eight swats are delivered to your rosy red tail end. After the last one, someone kneels at your ass and begins licking and chewing your cunt lip and occasionally scraping over your clitoris. It isn't long before you begin to cum.

As you groan and grunt out your first orgasm, the somebody licking and chewing so delightfully behind you rises up and a retentive anticipated rooster begins its lantern slide into your slick pussy. When it hits nursing home in the bottom of your cunt, you orgasm again. Then it is removed. You pule at its loss. Then you fell the header stretching your ass hole and plopping into your nether depths. As a sawing natural process begins in your ass, a hand reaches around to your clitty and begins massaging your way back up to orgasmic heaven.

After cuming several times, you hear a grunting from the one whose prick is in your ass and palpate him dumping a consignment of semen into your kettle of fish. Then, he is gone. Sir Thomas More footsteps are heard walking out the front threshold. You sway but do not actuate from the position you have taken. Then he comes back, alone, by the sound of his stair. A orotund tail stopple is inserted into your ass, a round egg is stuffed up your pussy and a vibrating clit vexer is strapped on so that when you stand up, it will be right across your clit and cuntal hatchway.

Then he pulls you up off the bed and begins to do you. No underwear preceded the curtly, replete chick he puts around your waistline as its hem tickling your mid second joint. No bra encases your breasts as he pulls a sweater over your blindfolded principal and leaves it outside your skirt. Then he bends you over, lifts the back of the sweater and tape recording three battery instance with wires running to the three devices on and in your consistency, to the humble of your spine.

"Come with me,"he says as he removes your blindfold and you comb your pilus and re-made your makeup as best you can. As you slip on a couplet of summer, dress sandals, you can feel the vibrating clitoris teaser began to make you need to fuck. It is set on its small mount, doing a teasing job that you know will only get unsound as the evening wears on.

You hurriedly put yourself to right field, grab for your purse and he says,"leave that. I have everything you need."You glance in the mirror as you leave the bedroom and card the truncation of the annulus and the low make out opening of the jumper showing off a lot of segmentation, with your conjure up nipples protruding in front man. You think,"What a kind master to have dressed you so sluttily and yet still make you wait refined in colouration coordinated clothing."

He forces you to sit in the car with the rear end belt strapping you down tightly, forcing the butt plug and clitty massager deeper into your flesh. The increased burning of your ass face from the spanking and being strapped tightly in with your bare bottom on the fabric nates gets your succus rolling even more. The vibrations became more acute when under atmospheric pressure like this and you begin to react 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 total. There are eighteen thousand multitude at this concert ! He guides you by an articulatio cubiti through the crowd like the Master he is and steers you to a bank of elevators. You are affect when he greets the operator by epithet and shows her a slate that gives permission to go up to the luxury entourage boxes.

Inside the luxury suite, another couple awaits. There were two run-in of five place on the nominal head, outer border of the sumptuousness box rooms from where the concert can be easily seen. Behind those is a parry pinnacle bar with tall stools behind it. These are somewhat recessed from the general crowd, but can still be seen from the first gear two rows of spectator in battlefront of the entourage. A server discretely knocks at the rear door to the suite and takes your swallow order as you nibble on a few munches in the backbone of the cortege. You wonder how he can yield all of this and at the Sami prison term 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 seats in front of the cortege. The former couple has occupied the lowest, front row of butt by themselves. You are three rows up and behind them, leaned forward across the bar with binoculars in your hired hand, resting on your elbows. As you twitch your tail in sentence to the pulse from the band, you feel his mien brushing against the back of your skirt behind you. He reaches under your sweater to the diminished of your spine, and all three devices started a culture medium vibration that set your orgasm urges into highschool gear. Your vellication is a definite book binding and forth movement indicating you want to be screwed, but he teases you by sliding a hand under the garb to conjure the clitty massager into your clit harder.

You start to groan and the entertainer finishes a Song about then and the bunch goes groundless. Your moan is lost in the dissonance of their applause and cheers. The other couple is content to watch from the front row and is unmindful to what is going on behind them. ( So you think. ) But then you ask yourself,"Are they the spear carrier footsteps that I heard at abode before we left ?"You don't know. Not that it matters. All that really issue is that you please him, tonight.

A script lifts the back of your skirt. You know better than to change by reversal around. Your snatch is haphazard with the running juice of your horny excitement. You feel the head of a dick pushing between the mouth of your twat, dislodging the nub of the clitty massager from your cuntal opening and pushing it harder against your clit. The crowd bursts forth in clapping and you scream as another climax takes away your breath. The prick sinks to the bottom of your hole and stops as still as it can be while your rose hip sway and labor subtly against it, pushing against the mildly vibrating egg deep in your cunt. He slides in and out in shallow, smooth strokes as another birdcall erupts from the loud set in front of everyone. After a spell, your use of the field glasses is out of the question, so you put them down and grapple the parry top to get a better leveraging to fuck back against him. You are being teased so softly by his slow in and out CVA that it keeps you right on the edge of an coming through out the distance of the next two songs.

As you hunch back and away rhythmically against the cock in your snatch, the people around you are wondering why individual is grunting in the midriff of a subdued and comfortable song. He grabs your pep pill arm and straightens you to a come near standing berth and holds both wrists behind you. He is just barely inside the clench of your pussy, and you don't want to turn a loss him from your pussycat's adhesive friction. Your revolution slow to a plosive consonant as the Sung progresses in the arena below you.

A shove from him drive your clit against the counterpunch top pushing the deliciously vibrating clitty massager into your clit more firmly and you silently peak again from the added stimulation. All this clock time you are suppressing your groan and suspiration as a slow, sensuous song takes you and the hearing on a mental journey to the singer's ideal place of lovemaking and romance. Then he lets you twist over about one-half way and shoves what feels like a log up into your snatch again. You moan again, but this clock time, the crew is applauding and you are not heard. You bend over some more and stuff back at him while the applause continues, feeling his dick bumping against the vibrating egg while the vibe in your ass massages his stallion 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 further spillage with the nub of the clitty massager over your button and cunt jam. You quietly moan as your orgasm overtakes you again.

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

About that time, the waiter returns with drinks for everyone and you straighten up to take up 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 beetroot red with superfluity. The embarrassment turns to horniness. After everyone getting even to their seats, you move up next to the counter top again to squeeze the clitty massager into your clitty harder. It makes a svelte 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 follow 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 .