He walked backstage and she was standing in front of the mirror. She always came in earlier than her call. Said it helped her relax a bit more before doing the show. She looked particularly appealing because she wasn’t in her typical body suit. She was just wearing a simple bra and a thong. He had wanted her for weeks,his cock pulsing when he would watch her, but he couldn’t bring himself to tell her. She looked up and saw him and smiled.
“Hello,” she said. Her blue eyes twinkled a bit in the bright lights surrounding the mirror. She smiled at him. He turned his eyes away. He had been staring at her pert and spectacular ass. He had wondered what it looked like and now he had a pretty good idea. She turned and her breasts were just as spectacular as her ass.
She walked past him and bent down to retrieve her makeup bag from the corner of the room. As she bent over he looked at her perfect ass and mused at what it would be like to push that thong to the side and take her now. He thought about what it would feel like to hold the cheeks of her round ass in his hands and spread them apart as he entered her perfectly smooth pussy; the head of his cock would brush past her smooth pussy lips and be enveloped inside of her. What would it feel like to slide his cock deep inside her tight pussy and hear her moan in ecstasy. He imagined her wet pussy dripping down his thick cock. God he wanted her. He wanted to lay her out on the table and pound her pussy as she begged for more. He could feel his cock stiffening and realized he was getting hard looking at her and thinking about all the things he’d like to do to her. He quickly adjusted his cock in his pants and went and sat down to conceal his apparent erection.
She stood up and sauntered back to her dressing table, her breasts bouncing ever so slightly. She moved with her hips and in doing so her ass moved in a way that was tantalizing to the eye. She walked with an air of sex radiating from her whole body; it was as if she was teasing to be fucked.
She sat down at her dressing table and adjusted her breasts. She was clearly playing with him now, or was she? Was she really unconscious of the effect she was having on him or could it be possible that she was completely unaware? Either way it was torture to watch and he could feel his cock grow even more. He needed to fuck her. He needed to relieve the pressure of his stiff cock and shoot his cum deep inside her hot pussy.
She put on the bottom cheerleader skirt of her costume, but remained in just her bra at the top. She rubbed lotion up and down her legs as he watched her. She could feel his eyes on her and grew slightly wet. She too had watched him before. She wondered what his cock looked like beneath his khaki dress pants. She had never seen a man’s cock before but she often thought about what it would look like and feel like to be fucked by a man as she had never been before. She felt drawn to this man, she could not explain the feeling. It was as if ever fibre of her soul wanted him in a way that she did not understand. She often caught him making small glances at her. She had never considered herself beautiful, but with his eyes on her she felt sexy. She felt desired and that was enough to incite in her a hunger. She needed something from him, but she did not understand what it was. She had dreams of him before of the two of them having sex, of him touching her, kissing her. A part of her wanted to feel what it was like to be touched by this man who seemed to excite her in ways she had never felt before.
He could not take watching her anymore because it was driving him wild. He needed to relieve the pressure of his stiff cock. He needed a quick release. With her back to him he walked into the back room. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his throbbing cock and began to stroke it. He was so thick and the inside of his pants was nearly soaked with pre-cum. He sat down in a chair and stroked his cock with his hand, imagining her mouth sucking him off. He just sat, thinking of her, stroking his cock.
She looked around and realized that she could not find her top around anywhere. She looked in her bag and on the dressing table, but it was not there. She realized that she must have left it in the other room and walked backstage. “Have you seen my–”
She stopped abruptly, speechless. He was sitting in a chair across from her, his cock out in his hand and had obviously just been stroking himself. She stood stunned, just looking at him. He had not heard her begin to come back and was caught. He looked at her and was also taken off guard, his hand still around his cock, that stiffened even more at the sight of her. She looked down, she had never seen a cock before and had often fantasized about how his looked. It was thick and stiff. She could feel herself getting wet. “Oh my goodness,” she thought, “It’s perfect.”
He looked up at her and spoke. “I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t do this here, but I just couldn’t help it. I needed to. I was watching you and I could feel myself getting hard. I’ll leave. I’m sorry. Please don’t be angry at me.”
She smiled. Her thong was wet from her pussy and she could feel the blood had rushed to her pussy lips and she too was hurting. She needed to relieve the pressure.
“It’s alright,” she said. “I can understand the feeling. Please continue.”
She looked at him and smiled.
His eyes grazed her perfect body. He continued to stroke his cock, watching her.
She watched him eagerly. She had never seen a real man stroke himself and it was turning her on. She inched closer to him; she didn’t know what to do but felt drawn to him.
“Will you show me how?”
“Of course, come here.” he said.
She walked over. She found the command in his voice to be a turn on. She bent down in front of his spread legs and took his cock in her hands.
“Hold it here,” he said, “and gently glide your hand up and down starting at the base and then up towards the head.”
She did so. This was the first time she had ever touched a man. She felt an exhilarating feeling as if something else entirely had taken over her whole body. She felt like a different person.
She stroked his cock, looking up at him every so often for reassurance. He made noises indicating his pleasure at the touch of her hand on his cock. He had dreamed of this for so long and could hardly believe that it was happening.
“How does it feel?” she asked.
“Perfect,” he said. “Have you ever sucked a man before?”
“No,” she replied, “I have never touched a man before.”
“Never?” he asked. “So you’ve never had sex?”
“No.” she replied with downcast eyes and became slightly embarrassed and shy.
He reached out and lifted up her chin to look into her eyes. “It’s alright. You can stop if you wish.”
“No, it’s alright. I want to know.” She continued to stroke him.
“Do you want to try to suck my cock? “
She nodded her head and bent it down. Her lips tentatively touched the tip of his cock, she tasted a little pre-cum. Something about it made her engulf his cock between her lips and she began to instinctively began to move her mouth up and down on it. She was afraid she would choke on it. She eased off ever so slightly and that seemed to be alright.
She loved the smell, the taste, the feel of him. Everything about having him between her lips felt perfect to her, natural. She sucked him instinctively and enjoyed it as much as he was. The smooth texture of his cock was tantalizing to her. She loved the feeling of closeness, and the desire to give him pleasure.
She was getting aroused sucking him. His hard stiff cock was getting thicker between her lips. She needed something more, but she had never had sex before. What would it feel like? She needed to take her chance. This was her opportunity and she was going to take it. She was going to fuck this sexy man and something in her just knew it was going to be good.
She lifted her head up from his cock.
“I want to feel you.”
“What do you mean?” he replied.
“I mean I want to know what it feels like to be fucked by you. Will you fuck my pussy?”
She stood up and slowly unzipped her skirt and let it fall to her feet. She stood in front of him wearing only her black thong. It was wet through and her wetness was visible on the inside of her thigh. She looked him in the eyes and then removed her thong; inching it down her thighs until she let it fall too. She stood naked and wet in front of him and the sight of her made his cock visibly stiffen.
“Are you sure?” he said.
“Positive. I want to know what it feels like to have a thick cock inside me.”
Next she straddled him, her pussy just inches away from his throbbing cock. She took his cock in her hand and rubbed the head of it against her pussy lips. They both moaned in pleasure. Her wetness dripped down his cock to his balls. .
“Can you help me?” she said seductively.
He took his cock from her hand and guided it to her pussy. He found her opening and pushed just the head of his cock inside her as she moaned in pleasure.
“Give it to me.” She said.
He pushed all of his thick hard cock deep inside her pussy and she gasped at the feel. This is what she had wanted; to be filled with his thick cock. The feel of him inside here was unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was pure ecstasy to feel his cock stretch and push inside of her and she loved the feeling of being absolutely filled by him.
She whispered, “God, I love this! I love your cock!”
HIs cock was surrounded by her heavenly smooth and wet pussy. He began to move it in and out of her slowly. She moaned with each push and signed with each withdrawal. She felt amazing. Her body began to respond to his and they began to work together for their mutual satisfaction. He leaned over and began to suck one of her perfectly shaped breasts. They were pert and her nipples and areola were pinkish brown and stiff. He flicked her nipples with his tongue as she rode him. Her moans were spurring him on to be more dominant.
Without letting her know, he thrust hard up inside her. Her shriek was a mix of surprise and ecstasy. He carefully lifted her up off the chair and began to thrust in and out of her as he held her aloft. He slammed against her tight and very wet pussy.
Soon, he laid her down on her back on one of the tables backstage. This position seemed to drive her mad with lust as she began to buck up against his cock and pulled him on top of her. Her breasts rubbed against his chest and he kissed neck and shoulders. Her pubic mound ground against his and they let themselves over to passionate animalistic lovemaking.
“Fuck me harder,” she cried. “Do what you want with me!”
“Oh fuck! Yess.” Her tits bounced up and down as he moved her up and down on his cock. “I want to to fuck you from behind.”
Without hesitation, he grabbed her taunt frame and spun her around. He bent her over the table and thrust his cock inside her. She gasped as she felt him grow inside her as he furiously pounded against her ass.
“You’re so big,” she cried. His cock raced in and out of her as he grabbed her hair and rode that delicious ass that he had fantasized about for weeks. Her cries of pleasure encouraged him to fuck her harder and harder. He grabbed her ass cheeks and watched his cock glide faster and faster and deep inside her glistening wet slit.
He began to feel his cum rise up and he knew he couldn’t hold it in much longer. Should be cum inside her? Pull out and cum on her body? Or turn her around and cum inside her mouth? He was at odds with himself.
He didn’t think any longer with a groan, his cock spurt his entire load inside of her. They moaned in pleasure, him from releasing his thick white cum inside of her and she from feeling his cock throb as he did so.
They collapsed after their lovemaking. She saw his still pulsating cock. She quickly wrapped her mouth around his cock as she gently massaged his balls. She sucked the remaining cum and let it roll into her mouth. She looked up and showed him her tongue covered in his cum. She smiled and swallowed. It was salty and thick. She loved it.
He looked down at her pussy as more cum dripped out. He pushed his fingers inside her quivering pussy and began to push up, touching her G-spot. He pressed up and she gasped. He continued to move his fingers inside her. He gradually increased the intensity. Her breathing became heavier. She felt her entire body get warmer and warmer. Her tummy tightened. Then she began to quiver. Her body felt waves of pleasure run over her. She cried out as she came over and over.
Satisfied the two lay there and kissed, touched and held each other tightly. They knew they had a show to do but they were both thinking of doing an encore of their love-making later that night.
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