Frustration rolls through me, I’ve been here for hours. My body is aching and I know there is no end in sight. Deciding to take a break, slowly I walk over to my phone and switch off the music tormenting me, finding instead a new favorite.
Sighing, I stand at the bar, hoping that a little stretching will help. Rolling my neck I close my eyes and let the first throaty notes work through me.
Slowly I drag my pointe shoe up the back of my calf and thigh, letting it come to rest gently on the bar next to me. Leaning over I rest my forehead on my shin listening to the music, aching as I remember last night.
You had been rough, needing me to submit willingly, as you gripped my breasts…pinching the nipple till it stood on end begging for more. Showing you what my mouth refused to say. What I felt unworthy of telling you I needed.
Almost as if you had stepped from my mind I feel you slide a hand around my waist. Your scent is intoxicating.
“Its almost 2am, shouldn’t you be sliding down my bar?”
You breath the words against my neck, feeling my satiny skin, wanting to revel in it. You watch my tits, pale and round held tight under my leotard. You want to ram your thick rod between those mounds. You had been watching me for almost an hour, alone and frustratedly working through the steps in my head…
and now you need me…
I lean back wanting to collapse into your arms, wanting to feel you. The feel of your arms around me has my nerves on end, I need to feel you caress my body. I flush, remembering how I gripping fistfuls of your hair as you used your tongue to drive me wild, lapping at my clit till I screamed last night. The air around us is cold but I can’t feel it. I’m molten fire to my core.
“As much as I want to be with you Sir, I have to finish this for class tomorrow. I’m sorry” I almost plead the last. I can feel you growing hard and thick in the curve of my back, the leotard so thin each pulse ripples through me. My core is heavy now…. Throbbing under my tights
Sensing my reaction, you smile. Lifting your hand, you caress my pink satin slippers, trailing down the curve of my calf and along the inside of my thigh, coming to rest on top of my now hot and swollen pussy.
Silently I berate myself for all the layers between us, tights, leo, knit shorts, all keeping me from feeling your nimble digits in my wet pink folds. The heat of your palm filters through and I resist the urge to lean into it, to rock and rub against you.
Knowing that if I give you that inch you will take me without pause. Through the fog of want, I hear you murmur against my neck, hot and thick
“I think you need to be reminded of where you should be”. Your fingers gently start rubbing the wettest part of me.
“Baaabe” I moan, mentally clawing for one last scrap of control.
You have me and you know it.
You kiss up my tight clad calf and stroke my slippered foot, still high on the bar. The heat of your mouth makes me shiver and I clutch at the bar needing the support.
My hips are parallel to the wall, and as you move from my knee toward my pulsing mound I’m trapped, unable to lower my right leg. I am splayed, open and vulnerable to your oral assault.
You humm your appreciation of my flexibility against me, sending my pulse into an ever quickening beat. Pushing the warmup shorts neatly aside your mouth settles were your fingers had been, blowing gently I gasp as your tongue outlines my pussy’s folds through the thin cotton barrier.
Panting now, I try to remember where I am, my responsibilities, but the heat of your mouth fractures my thoughts.
Slowly your tongue plays, and even through the layers I feel it, hungry for the taste, forcing me to grind against your mouth. I want more of you! My knuckles are white, the wooden bar is biting into my hands, but my world is only you. Flicking your tongue across me, I feel you whisper “remember yet”
My brain explodes with the memories of last night, your tongue devouring me, teasing, tasting, demanding and then taking…
Doing what you were only mimicking now, threatening in every delicious stroke.
I can feel me pussy tightening suddenly, as I cum violently, sure I’ve soaked through my leo. Pressing your open mouth to my center you seemed to drink my essence as small quakes shake my core.
Seeming to drain me and energize me all at once. It’s only a small taste of the pleasure I know you have planned and I need it.
Slowly you stand up, kissing me in silent promise of more to come, then step away. I can taste myself on your lips and desire slams back into me.
“Finish it” you say shortly “I want you”
It takes several long seconds for my brain to rejoin the world but when I do I realize you have settled yourself in the corner.
Shaking my weak legs I finish the stretching exercise, hoping it will allow my mind the time to get back on track.
It’s a simple dance, but fun, an adult chorus number to a rock song about a stripper’s jealous boyfriend. Not your average pointe piece. But I’m not your average girl. This thought makes you smile as you watch me contort my body….I’m your dancer…. And you enjoy seeing me capture everyone’s attention. Especially yours
Still mentally being fucked by you in a far-off bedroom, I finish my floor work and slide into a split, hoping the cold floor will chill my ache for you.
“Stop teasing me” you say through gritted teeth motioning toward your lap, your swollen and tenting the jeans nicely.
The sight of your raging need for me makes more than my mouth water. Laughing slowly, seductively, I feel the minx in me emerge, “you think I’m teasing you now”.
Gracefully I stand up, all sleek legs, and head for the cd player and your corner. Finding “Next Contestant” I reach over and grip your cock hard, petting you through those tight jeans. Kissing you firmly I turn away with a quiet “just wait”, swishing my hips as I walk.
The music starts and you watch as I shed my thigh-high legwarmers, shorts and shrug, leaving only shoes, tights and the soaked leo. Your cock burns as you see the wet fabric. You know how my tits bounce around under this blue peasant top leotard and your control slips……those breasts will be yours very soon. You start stroking yourself in anticipation.
The bass hits and I’m there, focused on the dance and nothing else. My point shoes slap the floor as I move, my hair coming loose of its perfect bun with the force of my turns. I know your watching, hanging by a thread as I’m put through my paces, seducing the audience, then breaking up the fight. The last steps seem to choreograph themselves finally and I hit the final pose ive been fighting to find all night.
Panting as if you’ve run for miles, your next to me before the last cords ring through. You jerk me against your raging cock, devouring my lips as we both gasp.
Lifting me, you wrap my legs around your waist.
I’m only distantly aware when my back hits the bar in the back of the room. I don’t care…I need you.
You tear my leo from my shoulders, licking and nipping my sweat-dewed mounds as they spring free. Settling me on the top bar you use both hands to knead my breasts as your tongue continues to ravage my mouth. I’m on fire, I grind against you holding your body close with my legs, all the adrenaline from dancing seems to have gone straight to my clit, now wetter than a slip and slide….I pray soon your cock will play.
“I need you. Now” you pant into my breasts, one hand unbuckling your pants urgently, the other lifting me to the floor.
“OFF” you command as you shed your jeans and boxers. I can see the precum lathering the length of you and I want a taste. Starting to kneel down, I try to pull your raging hot cock into my mouth with a moan but your control is slipping fast.
Reaching out you yank me to my feet while you jerk my leotard to my knees but the tights stubbornly stick to me.
I’m so wet for you.
With a quick glance, you make a decision, reaching down the front of my tights you grip the area, now soaked through again with my want and rip the tights up the seam.
“Oh fuck” I gasp, shocked at the sudden burst of freedom and cold air, thankful you have released my aching body.
I have no time to think as you lift me up again and settle me onto your cock. Shifting me into the corner I work my hot tight folds down the length of you as you nip my neck and shoulder. I’m still swollen from last night and the tightness pushes my pleasure higher.
Sighing when I can finally take you all in, root to tip throbbing through my core.
Fuck! Your bigger than you’ve ever been, thicker too, I don’t know-how, all I know is the fullness is pushing me to the edge.
My thighs tingle from the friction of the tights as you start to work your cock in and out, long slow strokes deep within me, flexing each time your hips meet mine.
You trail a hand down my breast to play with my clit, rolling it between your fingers, finding that spot with your thumb just under the hood that makes me buck back. I throw my head back and arch against the wall needing you to never stop.
You push on my stomach with your hand knowing that you will undo me. Gasping I start grinding wildly against you, begging, I’m so close to cumming.
Quickly you move your thumb, shoving it between my lips, letting me lick and suck my essence from it. Wrapping your other arm around my waist you pull me against you with brutal force, stopping all movement just breaths before my climax.
“You wanted to play the tease, now you’ll just have to wait for me” I grind desperately against you…mindlessly wanting it. “NO” you say sharply “don’t move”.
This is war now. I spread my legs wide as you lean down to suck on my tits, biting my nipples then rolling them with your tongue. My pink-clad legs resting on the top level of the bar I slowly tighten my pussy, using all 19 years of dancing muscle and control till you feel ready to pop.
“‘Oh FUCK” you growl, your brain goes numb, you had always wanted to fuck me in the splits, but the logistics never worked, now you had the full visual in front of you. Your dancer fetish fully realized.
My legs spread impossible wide, my pussy insanely tight, I’ve leaned back and am using my head against the wall as leverage as I ride you, hard, and so fucking tight.
I push it faster, trusting you to support me as my hips come off the bar to take all of you. Loving the feel of fucking you, knowing when you grab my hips to help I’ve won. Harder and faster, deeper you pound, pushing me to ever higher peaks as I arch back further to take you in, one arm wrapped around your neck as I balance with the other on the bar.
“Fuck….Oh Gawd…oh GAWD …PLEASE, YES, FUCCKKKK” I beg loudly, squeezing my eyes shut, knowing I’m about to blow.
Hearing me, you stop and lift me off your bulging cock, holding me tight against you as my legs threaten to give way.
Devastated and weak from want I open my eyes confused. Walking me toward the mirror you say “ I want you to see yourself cumming, as I fuck you”
Stepping away you grab a folding chair and sit down in front of the mirror. Your cock stands straight and proud as I approach, still soaked with me. Slowly I swing my right leg over your lap, and lower myself onto you, stopping when the thought hits me, what a perfect deep throat angle this was.
Leaning forward I grab the edge of the chair, and in one swift motion, I swallow you whole, my exposed breast rubbing against your waist, my hips pushing your chest to rest just below your chin.
Dragging my teeth lightly along the way. You growl and wrap my hips with one arm, darting your tongue and fingers deep into the wettest part of me driving me instantly mad.
Barely holding on as your tongue dives deep into my wet folds, your dick pulses, loving the feel and the sounds of me.
I moan dizzy, from the swift darting motions you are making and the position I’m in. I have only a breath of warning before you start to explode, soaking my throat with your cum, jerking hard against my tongue, my tonsils. You release my hips and I sink to my knees, not missing a drop of your salty thick cum. I take it all, swallowing around your still hard cock.
Standing lower my greedy needy pussy into position one last time. My ass grinds against your stomach as I settle and take in the view.
The image in the mirror is straight out of a cheap porno and I love it, seeing your cock glistening wet as it slides in and out, so swollen and thick still! I’m amazed it fits.
Gripping my hips again you set the pace. Your need to feel me fully cum taking over. Faster, harder we ride, neither playing games anymore, all I see is you fucking me, my tight wet pussy grasping you as you glide me to ride. Watching my face in the mirror….
Knowing I couldn’t cum without being told you wrap my hair in your fist… pulling back hard you feel the shift in angle as I arch my back and push back. Fucking you back at a brutal pace. I let my need take center stage, my eyes glued to the mirror still. You move to grip my breast to stay on the ride….rougher, harder I go, wanting to feel you explode inside me one more time. Needing it.
“Please…..I need it” I beg. Moaning and panting, I’m making the little noises that tell you I’m breaths away from cumming….
But I need you to cum with me……
With one last hard deep thrust, you lean forward and sink your teeth into my shoulder, sending me over the edge. My pussy tightening so hard I’m almost unseated entirely, as I scream your name and you feel the wet flow of my pleasure pour down your aching balls.
Your finally undone completely
Distantly aware of your own roar of release, you empty load after load into me, so hard it hurts as it fills me. I’m still pulsing deep in my core, milking every drop from you.
My legs are too weak to support me now. You gently spin me to face you heaving chest to heaving chest. Sweat soaked and in sated awe I lay my head against your shoulder, tucking my face into that sweet spot where your neck starts.
Even now, your thinking about fucking me again, about pushing me to even higher levels of pleasure.
“How are you still hard?” I ask in awe……
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/uzxb16/late_night_at_dance_an_adult_themed_ballet
Amazing 🥵😮💨🤤