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

You got the content today. You had been waiting so long to discover his voice again and the deep timber of it on the recording in your position voice mail started you blushing and caused stickiness between your legs. Another dangerous undertaking was about to begin and you were primed and fix 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 pricker and prevision mounted in your brain.

At precisely 7:00pm Sat, you had turned on every luminosity in the house, opened all the blinds and were kneeling at the bound of your bed, nude with your pussy and ass held high and a blindfold over your middle. The figurehead door was open air and unlocked. The house invited person to come in and explore. The strait of someone coming up the front end walk and coming into the family causes your heart to skip a beat or two. It seems like various sets of stride, 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 properly hip while a finger worms its way up into your juicy cunt. Anticipation for this minute has you wet with excitement. Your anxious mentation are frantically trying to estimate out if this is him, or if it is a complete stranger taking advantage of a situation no real number man could abnegate.

A slide fastener is heard being slowly pulled down. Not a word had been said, and you start to utter, but think against it, again, as many times in the past times, he has told you not to mouth until you were spoken to. You anticipate his entry into your pussycat, but his hired hand still plays with your cunt back talk and clit, straying up to lube your ass cakehole with the freely fall cuntal succus 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 hurting. Before you can propel again, another shock lands viciously below the number one putting red stripes across your ass and making you wiggle and succus even more. You hold steady as another eight swats are delivered to your rosy red rump. After the last one, somebody kneels at your ass and begins licking and chewing your twat 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 somebody licking and chewing so delightfully behind you rises up and a prospicient anticipate cock begins its glide into your slick pussy. When it hits plate in the bottom of your pussy, you orgasm again. Then it is removed. You whimper at its passing. Then you fell the point stretching your ass hole and plopping into your chthonic astuteness. As a sawing action begins in your ass, a hand reaches around to your clitty and begins massaging your way back up to orgasmic paradise.

After cuming various time, you hear a grunting from the one whose prick is in your ass and feel him dumping a load of semen into your hole. Then, he is gone. more footsteps are heard walking out the movement door. You sway but do not prompt from the position you have taken. Then he comes back, alone, by the sound of his footstep. A expectant butt sparking plug is inserted into your ass, a troll egg is stuffed up your pussy and a vibrating clit teaser is strapped on so that when you stand up, it will be redress across your clitoris and cuntal hatchway.

Then he pulls you up off the bed and begins to decorate you. No underwear preceded the short, full skirt he puts around your waist as its hem titillation your mid thighs. No bra encases your chest as he pulls a sweater over your blindfolded header and leaves it outside your doll. Then he bends you over, lifts the spine of the perspirer and taping three battery grammatical case with wires running to the three devices on and in your consistence, to the small-scale of your book binding.

"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, dress sandals, you can feel the vibrating clit annoyer began to make you want to get laid. It is set on its gloomy stage setting, doing a teasing job that you know will only get unfit as the evening vesture on.

You hurriedly put yourself to right, snatch for your handbag and he says,"leave that. I have everything you need."You glance in the mirror as you leave the bedroom and notice the brusqueness of the skirt and the low necked opening of the jumper showing off a lot of cleavage, with your invoke nipple protruding in presence. You think,"What a sort Master to possess dressed you so sluttily and yet still draw you look elegant in color 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 increased burn of your ass brass from the spanking and being strapped tightly in with your bare bottom on the cloth bottom gets your juice rolling even more. The vibrations became more intense when under 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 preferred creative person and the parking lot is full moon. There are eighteen thousand mass at this concert ! He guides you by an elbow through the crowd like the captain he is and steers you to a bank of elevators. You are impressed when he greets the hustler by public figure and shows her a ticket that gives permission to go up to the luxury suite boxes.

Inside the luxury entourage, another couple awaits. There were two wrangle of five seats on the front, outer border of the lavishness box rooms from where the concert can be easily seen. Behind those is a counter height bar with magniloquent feces behind it. These are somewhat recessed from the general crowd, but can still be seen from the inaugural two rowing of looker in forepart of the suite. A server discretely knocks at the tail door to the suite and takes your deglutition parliamentary law as you nibble on a few munches in the cover of the cortege. You wonder how he can afford all of this and at the Saame time 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 suite. The other yoke has occupied the lowest, front row of seats by themselves. You are three rows up and behind them, leaned forward across the bar with binoculars in your men, resting on your elbows. As you twitch your after part in meter to the beatnik from the isthmus, you feel his comportment brush against the back of your skirt behind you. He reaches under your jumper to the small of your back, and all three devices started a medium vibration that set your orgasm urges into gamey geartrain. Your twitch is a definite back and Forth question indicating you want to be screwed, but he teases you by sliding a hand 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 disturbance of their hand clapping and cheer. The other couplet is content to watch from the front 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 home before we left ?"You don't know. Not that it matters. All that really matter is that you please him, tonight.

A hand lifts the backrest of your bird. You know improve than to turn around. Your twat is sloppy with the running succus of your hornlike agitation. You feel the forefront of a dick pushing between the lips of your pussy, dislodging the nub of the clitty massager from your cuntal orifice and pushing it harder against your clit. The crew bursts forth in applause and you scream as another coming takes away your breath. The bastard sinks to the undersurface of your hole and stops as still as it can be while your hip sway and cranch subtly against it, pushing against the mildly vibrating egg deep in your cunt. He slides in and out in shallow, smooth strokes as another song erupts from the forte band in front of everyone. After a while, your use of the opera glasses is out of the question, so you put them down and grip the counter top to get a honest leverage to sleep together back against him. You are being teased so softly by his slow in and out chance event that it keeps you right on the bound of an orgasm through out the length of the side by side two songs.

As you hunch back and Forth River rhythmically against the dick in your cunt, the people around you are wondering why individual is grunting in the middle of a soft and easy Song. He grabs your upper arms and straightens you to a near standing office and holds both carpus behind you. He is just barely inside the clasp of your twat, and you don't want to miss him from your pussy's suitcase. Your gyrations slow to a stop as the Sung progresses in the arena below you.

A shove from him agitate 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 added stimulation. All this prison term you are suppressing your groan and sigh as a slow, sensuous Sung dynasty takes you and the audience on a genial journey to the singer's ideal place of love and love story. Then he lets you bow over about half way and shoves what feels like a log up into your pussy again. You moan again, but this 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 tool 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 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 boost spillage with the nub of the clitty massager over your clit and slit hole. You quietly groan as your sexual climax 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 replication to go grab a seat down front and delight the concert. You wonder how many encores you can entice out of him in this private concert home as the rest of his lovemaking continues it's journey down the interior of your bare leg. Your darling singer is making hump to you with his birdsong and your man is making you wait for more love life. You are pleasantly frustrated… for now.

About that meter, the waiter homecoming 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 cheek as you turn common beet red with embarrassment. The embarrassment turns to horniness. After everyone recurrence to their seats, you move up next to the counter top again to agitate the clitty massager into your clitty harder. It makes a slight humming disturbance between Song that he hears. He looks up and grin at you.

You wonder how longsighted he will need to go back before he will arrive back to remove caution of you. You are already getting horny again. The concert is not yet half over. It is certainly an telling concert for you .