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In spite of being exhausted herself, she knew she had to proceed quickly, and immediately began to unbuckle the cuffs around her arms and legs. She then clipped them to the straps attached to the posts before swiftly cuffing the Director’s ankles. Although the mind-bending orgasm had only left him semi-conscious, he became aware of what was happening as soon as he felt the girl tugging on his right arm. He was late to react but managed to wrap his left arm around the Violinist’s waist, pulling her back just as she was securing the buckle.
Her sweaty skin proved to be hard to grasp, and she managed to escape his hold. The Director reached for his immobilized wrist but the Violinist sprung forwards and managed to grab his arm, pulling it back. He was much stronger than her, but her freedom of movement evened the odds. He tried to push her away but she held on, hugging his forearm while placing her feet against his head and arching her back. He winced as her heels dug into his neck and cheek, but managed to break her hold, and nearly reached the wrist cuff as the Violinist jumped on his chest, momentarily knocking the wind out of him. The Director tightly grabbed one of her breasts, twisting it in an effort to get her off him, making her grimace in pain. Her tit proved to be too slippery to hold on to as she squirmed away from his grip. The two grunted like animals as they wrestled, straining for dominance, a struggle not unlike their combative fuck a few minutes prior.
Soon the Violinist found herself on top of the Director. With one knee just below his armpit and the other near his neck, she sat on his shoulder, smearing a mix of pussy juice and ejaculate over his clavicle. She then leaned forwards, using her entire body weight to push down his arm. When she finally managed to pin it against the mattress she wrapped the remaining cuff around his wrist and tightly secured the strap. She then collapsed, the match having left both of them panting, their naked bodies slippery and drenched in sweat.
The Violinist slowly lifted herself up and noticed the Director’s penis was fully erect, its tip hovering just above his navel. Bach had long ago concluded but the playlist had continued, unheard, until Vivaldi’s “Spring” began filling the bedroom.
“Let me go!” he ordered, still heaving from the effort.
She glared at him, the sound of violins echoing around them.
“This audition isn’t over, you fuck,” she replied, breathing heavily.
The Violinist straddled his chest, facing his feet, and wrapped her lips around the purple bulb which was once again leaking pre-cum. As she stroked the length of his shaft with her hands she focused on licking the head, periodically probing his sensitive urethra, making his entire body stiffen every time she did so. The rim of her anus, mere centimetres from his face, puckered as his heavy breathing tickled the orifice. The Violinist, noting he was close, interrupted her ministrations.
“You, ungh, fucking whore…” he grunted, arching his back.
Insulting her would not do, and so she decided to shut him up, sliding her butt further back and pressing her asshole against his mouth. She then waited for the muffled complaints to subside, and soon felt the Director’s tongue start its tentative exploration, at which point she rewarded him by again engulfing his hard-on.
“Summer” began, its notes intermingled with the mushy sound of mutual oral sex. The Director’s tongue had found its way into the Violinist’s rectum, who in turn responded by sucking his dick with renewed vigour, rivulets of saliva streaming down the length of his shaft. Legs bound and outstretched, his toes curled every time his release was imminent, at which point the girl paused, only to resume once the urge has passed. This continued until “Autumn” began, at which point she had unconsciously begun to slide her groin up and down his face, slathering it with the secretions flowing out of her vagina. The Director in turn voraciously consumed her sex, lapping her clit, eating out her cunt, rimming her as his tongue pushed deep into her rectum.
“Nyuh! Unnngh!” the Violinist jerked her head back, a small, sudden squirt splashing against the Director’s chin. It hadn’t been a full-on orgasm, but it was dangerously close.
“Control,” she though to herself, turning her body so that she was now kneeling between the Director’s legs.
This new position offered full access to his anus, and she took full advantage of this. She licked her fingers and pressed two of them against the rim. In one swift motion she took his cock in his mouth and slid both deep into his rectum. The Director tensed, pulling on the cuffs with enough force to slightly bend the four bedposts. She continued to work on him, probing his prostrate, running her tongue up his cock and twirling it over his frenulum before engulfing the head, her saliva and his pre-cum providing the lubrication needed for her hand to freely slide along the length of his pole. Every few minutes the Director would start to twitch and squirm, signalling her to stop and release his cock as he desperately arched his back, thrusting his hips upwards, his penis seeking the warmth of her mouth. She remained merciless, penetrating, massaging, jerking, sucking, milking, fellating, sodomizing, constantly keeping him on the brink. The process was slow and deliberate and continued well into “Winter”.
“I… can’t…” he whimpered.
She could feel her cunt dripping, her vulva and pubes absolutely drenched by the juices which ran down her thighs and soaked the mattress. Her ordeal had lasted for hours by now and she too needed to cum. She noticed the anal hook on the bed and decided to risk it.
Releasing the Director from her grasp she took the hook and pressed it against her vulva, lubricating its length with her secretions. She then carefully proceeded to insert it into the Director, just like he had done to her before, his body flinching whenever a bead passed through the narrow opening leading to his bowels.
“Uuungh!” he grunted each time a silver bulb penetrated, four times in all.
After making sure the hook was firmly inserted the Violinist crawled up the bed and planted a foot on each side of the Director’s hips, squatting, her ass hovering just above his erection. She grabbed his member and slowly guided it into her gaping pussy, lowering her body until the crack of her ass was pressed against his swollen testicles. She placed her hands on his ribcage so she could keep her balance as she leaned forwards, her tits dangling over his chest, her hardened nipples nearly brushing his.
“Nnnng,” he moaned.
Slowly, she to began lift her ass, her labia snugly wrapped around his member, sliding from the base of his penis to the tip of its head, swirling the moist lips of her pussy around the bulb before lowering herself down to the hilt, taking the time to grind her clit against his pubic bone and then repeating the cycle.
It was a protracted, difficult fuck. The Director desperately tried to thrust himself into her, seeking to set a rhythm which would allow him to come, but she would then quickly clamp down on his shaft, thwarting his attempts. At the same time she was finding it increasingly difficult to fend off her own orgasm, the effort making her sweat profusely enough for the salty fluid to drip from her nipples, pooling on the Director’s sternum as it mixed with his own perspiration.
As “Winter” ended the playlist concluded. The sound of moist bodies rubbing against each other as they fucked, punctuated by the occasional groan, echoed throughout the bedroom.
“I need to… ungh… ejaculate,” the Director manage to utter, his eyes fluttering.
The Violinist kept riding him, quickening her pace until he clenched his teeth. He was coming.
“Augh! No!” he shouted, feeling the rush of cold air hit his member as she lifted her ass off his cock. Looking between her legs she could see the anal hook shaking as his asshole began to spasm, his penis twitching and about to burst.
She waited until the wave had passed, and ever so slowly lowered her ass until her vagina once again sheathed his member. Grinding her pussy in a circular motion, she churned the mix of cunt juice, cum, and sweat into a foam as she leaned over and looked into his eyes.
“Give me that chair.”
The Director’s answer was clear and succinct: he spat on her face.
The Violinist pressed her mouth against his, forcing back some of his sputum, and slowly began to fuck him again. Twice more she pushed him to the brink, twice more he groaned in frustration and increasing despair.
“I’ll edge you until your heart bursts, motherfucker,” she whispered into his ear.
This was no idle threat, and the Director knew it. He had had a minor heart attack a couple of years prior, and the immense effort so far had started making his breathing laborious. As her pussy again began to stroke his cock he could feel the pressure in his chest building up, his pulling of the bonds weakening. His erection, however, was now raging again, as he felt the muscles in her vagina clench around his member with every squat, the large beads grinding against his rectum, her nails digging into his sides, her eyes fixed on his, waiting for any sign of release which would make her stop, only to begin fucking him anew a few moments later.
“Ungh! You want to come, you fuck? Ungh! Fuck!” she kept cajoling him with primal, animalistic grunts and taunts, stopping her squats when he arched his back in response.
Another violent twitch, another gasp, and a sudden, painful twinge deep within his chest. As the Violinist again began her attack, the Director finally at long last broke.
“It’s… ungh,” he groaned as she impaled herself on him.
“What?” she hissed, still grinding her hips.
“Yours… the chair is yours.”
She stopped, both of them panting under the immense effort of their fucking.
“Please,” he pleaded, “please make me come…”
There was no way she could trust his word, but she knew the Director had some twisted sense of honour, and ultimately there was little more the Violinist could do. Furthermore, she too desperately needed to orgasm, perhaps even more so than him. She shifted from a squat to a traditional cowgirl position and began riding him again with hard, deliberate thrusts, vocalizing a low, throaty grunt each time she bottomed out. The tempo was slow but steady, allowing the Director to lift his body in sync with the lowering of her cunt, deeply impaling her, their bodies slapping against each other. They somehow managed to keep this steady rhythm for another few minutes before they abandoned all semblance of control.
“Uuungh! I’m coming!” the Violinist screamed, furiously shoving her hips to and fro against his pubes.
“Keep fucking!” he shouted, fearing she’d stop, his body tensing as he violently pulled on the cuffs.
“I’m… nyah! Ungh! Coming… hard… fu… augh!”
The Violinist’s torso suddenly formed an arch, the back of her head nearly touching his knees, trembling tits pointing straight up towards the ceiling, teeth clenched, her face a distorted grimace. Her vagina contracted, squeezing the Director’s cock and making him explode, jets of semen repeatedly spurting out in force.
“Auuuugh!” he screamed, his powerful spasms pushing out the anal hook, the beads bumping against his prostrate as one by one they popped out of his anus.
Their bodies froze in time, becoming a taut, gleaming sculpture of entwined flesh trapped in the paroxysm of rapture, their senses seared by the hot white flash of the orgasmic detonation.
As the effect finally subsided and the Violinist slumped to the side she could feel his slimy cock slide out of her, his body having gone suddenly limp. The Director was barely conscious, lips trembling, his body drenched in sweat, vaginal secretions, semen, and saliva. He struggled to keep his heavy breathing under control, closing his eyes in an attempt to rein in the sensory overload.
Just as he was starting to calm down he felt the warm body next to him begin to stir, a pair of hands cupping his balls, the all-too-familiar sensation of a mouth engulfing his semi-hard dick. He lifted his head, still dazed, only to see the Violinist kneeling at his side, sucking the last few drops of cum out of him as she massaged his testicles.
The Director squirmed as he began to protest her manipulations. She in turn slid her middle finger deep into his still-stretched asshole, seeking his prostrate, fellating him with renewed intensity. As his penis hardened he could only manage a hoarse whisper.
“No…”
The Violinist mounted him, this time leaning back with her legs outstretched, pressing her feet to his face and on his lips as she began to rock back and forth. Overwhelmed, the Director licked her soles and sucked her toes while she forcefully fucked him. Shortly thereafter the girl’s body tensed as she orgasmed, gasping and shoving one foot even deeper into his mouth, pushing him over the edge.
The Director was exhausted, but the Violinist had no intention of letting up as she positioned herself between his legs and, leaning back, began to massage his semi-hard cock with her feet. Stroking his penis with her soles she nurtured his erection, swirling her slimy toes on the head of his dick, squeezing and rubbing his glans as semen continued to ooze out of the tip.
“Why?” he managed to utter, clenching his teeth.
“I want the first chair.”
“That’s impossi… ungh!” his response cut short as the Violinist dug a heel into his balls.
She continued the footjob until the Director began bucking his hips, finishing him off by jerking his dick between her toes, smearing his sperm over her bright-pink toenails.
The girl kept working on the Director, using her mouth, hands, feet, she sucked, stroked, sodomized him, coaxing two more orgasms out of the man without respite. She took him again in reverse cowgirl position, lifting her feet on top of his stomach as she leaned forwards, allowing him full view of her gaping asshole framed by the soles of her feet.
“Augh! Ungh!” she cried as her cunt pistoned his member.
She noticed the Director’s toes curling, the ankle cuffs buried deep into his skin as his legs pulled on the restraints. She leaned over, kissing his feet, and began sucking his big toe, pushing the Director over the edge.
“I’m… ejaculating… aangh!” he shouted, bucking on the bed.
The way he said “ejaculating”, punctuating every syllable, quickly set her off, screaming obscenities as she came with force.
“Spurt it… ngh… in me! Augh! Fuck me, I’m coming! Unnngh!”
She bit into his toe, fully stretching her stiffened, trembling legs.
“I can’t… cum again… stop,” he whined.
The Violinist felt his penis start to shrink inside of her, but she was relentless. She squeezed her vaginal muscles and slowly began to turn, making sure he remained inside. As she sat on him sideways she commenced to ride him again, forcing his cock into her at a new angle which soon had him erect. It took her some time but she managed to fuck another orgasm out of him, her own following soon after.
The Director was so weak by now that he had ceased to struggle against the restraints, and noticing this the Violinist decided unclip his ankle cuffs and assume a more dominant position. He made a feeble attempt to kick her backwards but she held him firmly by the ankles and lifted his legs, holding them close to her body. Scissoring him from above she lowered herself on his cock, and began grinding against his groin.
The renewed feeling of power drove her into overdrive as the bed started to rock with her thrusts, his feet dangling limply near her face.
“Oh fuck, I’m coming! Ungh! Seed me again!” she screamed.
The hapless Director grunted, managing only a trickle of cum as he ejaculated. Even though he was still inside her the Violinist felt his cock quickly deflate, and knew she had to up the ante. Squatting and placing his legs on top of hers she leaned forwards, forcing him to lift his ass and push his penis into her cunt. The Amazon position offered complete control, and she was going to take full advantage of it. The Director, after all, had yet to yield.
“Give me first chair or I’ll fuck you to death,” she demanded, wrapping her fingers around his neck.
As she tightened her grip she could feel his cock hardening inside her. She mewled in pleasure, but she had to keep his breathing in check and so she eased the pressure, allowing him to gasp for some desperately-needed air. She then started moving again as she slowly began to suffocate the Director. After a few minutes the Violinist was in a near trance, enthralled with her dangerous game, fucking and strangling him in turns, over and over again. Soon his erection was pulsating, his glans purple and taut within her, drenched in a torrent of vaginal secretions. The Violinist had by now devolved into a slave of her most primal urges, grunting and growling like an animal in heat. The Director was starting to black out as the cycles of asphyxiation became longer.
“You’re… killing… me,” he wheezed.
“Shut up! Fuck! You’re making… ungh… ah fuck… coming!”
She pressed down on his throat, screaming obscenities, his penis in turn exploding inside of her as he began to black out. The Violinist’s cunt clamped down on his cock, the rim of her anus pursed to a dot in a powerful clench. As her entire body spasmed every one of her muscles nearly ripped through her skin while the most powerful orgasm of the evening sent a shock wave through her entire frame, rocking her to the core. She remained in this state of ecstatic rigor mortis for nearly a minute, unable to move, until she fell heavily on top of the Director.
Minutes passed, after which she suddenly woke with a start. With an ear pressed against the Director’s sweaty chest, she listened intently until she breathed a sigh of relief: a faint heartbeat could be heard.
She began to disengage from the tangle of arms and legs, her hand reaching once more for his cock.
“It’s yours,” she heard him say, in a low voice. She paused.
“Please, no more,” he begged. “It’s yours.”
She turned over and lay on her back next to the Director. They were both panting, drenched in sweat and the tide of sexual fluids they had exchanged, bodies glistening under the city lights shining outside through the thin curtains of the now-darkened bedroom.
“It’s yours,” the Director kept whispering, “it’s yours.”
*Coda*
Once seated, the Director motions towards the woman seating in the chair to his left, closest to him. She stands up, dressed in a stunning sequin cheongsam, a single long slit running down her leg, guiding the eye towards the black Aquazzura bow tie suede sandals hugging her feet. She lifts her bow and nods to the oboist who then proceeds to play a single “A” note. She follows his lead as she draws her bow, and soon the entire orchestra joins in for a final tuning.
Satisfied, the Violinist takes her seat and presses her bow against the strings, waiting for the Director’s first wave of his baton.
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