Master Mircea was universally hated by each one of his students. Having come from a strict traditional background, girls found him uncaring and harsh. His figure was slender and angular, and he controlled every room he walked into while still remaining mostly silent. His stone-cut profile only served to enhance the strength his glare and his infrequency of speech sharpened the edge of his tongue. A cold disposition came easily, naturally, to him.
As he grew older, beginning to grey, his seriousness and professionalism, he had convinced everyone around him he was the living embodiment of ballet, making him also universally respected. He taught without warmth, bloodless. He knew his pupils through his hands almost more than his eyes. He knew each one’s hips and collarbones, their thighs and buttocks and slender necks. Yet never had there ever been a whisper of impropriety surrounding him because though he was physical when correcting his pupils passe or arabesque, he was conscious not to make any blooming young girls feel his humanity.
At the same time, he could not be a man if he had not, from time to time, thought of pressing their young flesh against the mirror or the beauty of their form draped over the barre. One student truly caused Mircea to toe the line above the rest and left him unable to leave these musings at home.
Natasha fitness was beyond even Mircea’s rigorous standards. She had wide hips and a nice round posterior, but he knew that these were tight, toned, and controlled. Even then, she still had a softness about her body, a femininity that he had seen diminish in other pupils, that remained no matter how hard she worked. He knew this wasn’t the ideal for his line of work, but her grace was undeniable.
Natasha hardly spoke to Mircea, but when she did, she spoke pleasantly, looking up at him, as a loving child might. Mircea was always quietly on the hunt for little details of her life, glimpses into her life, like the model of her little red car, the chachkis on her keychain, and personalities of her young friends who drop her off at the studio. He felt that she had some money, probably roommates, probably worked at some bottom rung job from which she wanted to climb. Perhaps this was a projection of his own youth, but something repulsed him so slightly when he considered that dance was not her primary focus of her life or her future, but something she did recreationally, on the side.
Mircea looked forward to Natasha’s private lessons, but he could not shake the dread that they would culminate to something awful. Perhaps, he more feared that they would not. He hoped that she didn’t feel the want in his hands when he touched her, because for some reason, his whole body felt warmer in her company. She seemed oblivious, as he hoped she would stay. However, the inactivity, the irresolution, only allowed his obsession to grow. It did not help that it had been years since he had gone to bed with a woman. He’d begun to have dreams, over and over again, in which she’d let herself into his house, find him in his bed, and demand that he have her right there. In the beginning, even in his dreams he had resisted her charms, but as of lately, he had begun taking her wildly and with abandonment, filling her up with his cum, as she went over the edge and started cumming, too. He would then wake up drenched in his sweat, with his hair matted to his forehead and the feeling that all his blood was all in one place.
Mircea had one of those rough nights before Natasha’s next private lesson, and he walked into the studio already hot all over, bothered, and dangerously hopeful. He felt himself harden, as she spread a perfume in the air as she performed a fouette, in the center of the floor. He imagined her as a little doll in a music box.
“To the barre, please. Plie.” Eager to please, she glided almost as if in character to the bar and stood straight, tucking in her bottom. Lowering, lifting. Demi, stretch. Grand, stretch. Up and down. Every time Natasha moved, her breasts swayed slightly making it impossible for Mircea to not think about sex. Although, to be fair, Natasha wasn’t far off with her own thoughts. Although she was still a virgin, having had such few opportunities for sex, between dance, work and school, she was a masturbation pro and the thong she was wearing was making her feel both sexy and horny, as it slid along and into her pussy with each plie. She wondered what Mircea would say if she told him that, but she knew that she could never be so forward.
“From the beginning, Pas de deux from Romeo and Juliet.” Mircea’s breathing was deep and steady, knowing full well that this pas de deux, like many others, is sealed by a kiss and this time he was going to commit himself to that kiss with ravenous intensity.
As they started, Natasha could not have been more fluid, or yielding, in Mircea’s arms. Mircea was dancing with his usual strength and power, but Natasha felt a warmth from his hands around her waist as he supported her that she was not accustomed to that made her feel as if their bodies could indeed melt together. The proximity of their bodies and his new found warmth, even in his of voice as he counted, coursed through Natasha. We are all experts at reading body language, but dancers through their training are doubly skilled and it is almost impossible to keep a secret concealed from a dancer once the body has begun to react to it.
Mircea knew that with each step his desire for his young pupil would be revealed, as if he was shouting it at the top of his voice. He also knew that from her partnering she was not immune to his desires, as well. As Natasha went up on pointe and extended her leg into an arabesque the feel of Mircea’s hand on her inner thigh sent a wave of pleasure through her. Pleased by her response he left it there slightly longer than the music allowed. Natasha’s breathing was deepened with the final bars playing, as she ran to her Romeo with arms outstretched craving his embrace. Mircea took her in his arms and between them they shared such an open look of need that the final notes of the music had them passionately embracing and their mouths sweetly opened to the others desire.
His hands, that had held her waist, now moved towards her bottom and pulled Natasha close against him. The euphoric feeling of their bellies against one another was intensified as he insinuated his leg between Natasha’s thighs and held her tight while she rode gently against the strength of his leg. The perspiration that had begun to prick their skin became mixed with desire and Natasha felt the delicious humidity of her sex as it became wet with each of her kisses and touch. Natasha buried her lips into the crook of Mircea’s neck overwhelmed by the subtle scent of his skin, as he manoeuvred his hand under her leotard and played with contours of her cheeks. The proximity of his hand to her dampening cunt drew excited breaths from both of them.
Natasha wanted nothing but to be rid of her leotard and tights so that she could have Mircea completely against her. Feeling her urgency Mircea lifted a finger her lips and gently whispered, “Slowly, my lover, slowly,” as he wanted to savor every sweet moment. With that he delicately lifted the strap of Natasha’s leotard and began to peel it from her body, as if shen were an exotic species of fruit. He peeled it to her waist and held Natasha at arms distance while he took in her perky, round breasts and the painful erectness of her nipples. Mircea bent his head and suckled on her breast. His tongue rolled against her nipple and his lips beautifully massaged it, sucked it teasing it further. Each sucking movement coursed through her body and induced a prominent urgent throb deep in her cunt. Natasha opened her eyes a little and could see their reflection in the mirror. Natasha erect and strained and her gentleman lover bent towards her chest feasting on her breast. Gathering her leotard at the waist Mircea peeled it further. He was kneeling now and her leotard had fallen to the ground. Mircea pressed his hands between her thighs and pushed her legs a little further apart. Natasha’s hands came to rest on his head as he leant in and kissed her belly. He fingers raking the inside of her legs in long slow strokes. Kissing her naked belly Mircea began a slow sensuous descent towards her cleft of Venus. He paused there and blew a warm breath that enveloped her cunt. The intimacy of his proximity and this of course being Natasha’s first time made her suddenly a little self conscious. From his kneeling position he looked up towards her and smiled. Natasha did not have to look, but she knew that from the exertions of her dancing and the arousal he had induced in her that between her thighs her tights must have been soaking. She reddened at the thought that Mircea might find this off putting. Sensitive to her inexperience Mircea murmured, “Let’s lay down, I have to taste you, you smell exquisite.“ His frankness made her heart skip a beat and overthrew any of her restraint.
Mircea took her hand and quickly led her over to a corner of the studio where the gym mats were kept. He quickly improvised a bed for them and laid Natasha on her back. Mircea found her beauty and youthfulness overwhelming. He knelt between her legs and looked down at her. Undoing the ribbons of her pointe shoes, he removed each foot from their restraints and then peeled her from her tights. He was still attired in his ballet outfit, which made her feel deliciously exposed. A sort of plaything for her master. Natasha outstretched her arms to bring him into her embrace, so that she could have his weight against her. Natasha opened her legs and Mircea placed his thigh between them and started gently grinding against her exposed pussy. It was enough to start the unmistakable tremor that always heralded an orgasm. Natasha’s breathing was fractured and hoarse and as Mircea eased the pressure between her legs and began again a slow wet descent of kisses from her neck to her breasts, from her breasts to her belly and then with painful slowness a long teasing rain of kisses that covered everything but her entrance which now felt as if it had opened itself in greed.
Mircea stopped just at the moment that Natasha thought that she would feel his tongue take possession of her. He stripped himself of his fitted shirt and black sweatpants, revealing his generous cock, as thread of precum dangled from the tip of it, before he drew her up into another embrace. Facing each other, locked in a probing kiss he drew her hand to his cock and with gentle pressure encouraged her to explore.
Her beautiful fingertips went up his shaft, learning his length, swirled around the rim of his head, gathering up the precum, bringing it to her tongue, before returned to the base of her cock to massage his balls. She slowly stroked between his legs and he did the same with her. He then brought his fingers wet with her melt to his mouth and sucked each finger. He nodded at her, as if to say she taste as well. Natasha did so and felt so debauched as she tasted herself for the first time. The taste of herself made me reel, she hadn’t expected to enjoy it, let alone find herself tasting exquisite. The tang played upon her tongue, Natasha clutched at him for another passionate kiss. He indulged her beautifully and then again began his descent, but this time with more urgency to the point that before Natasha could gather all her senses he had already parted the lips of her sex and had inserted his tongue deep within her.
Natasha came near to blacking out from an overload of sensation. His tongue expertly probed Natasha, as his fingers played lightly on the tender connection between arse and cunt. With little effort he glided a finger deep within her, as his lips sucked at her clitoris. Natasha was so open to him that every part of her wanted to be taken by him. With his extraordinary kisses and ministrations of his tongue Natasha slowly became aware of a new sensation fighting with the others.
Mircea had started to massage her anus and before any embarrassment could grow from this new assault of intimacy he had managed to insert his little finger deep within her rectum. His tongue against her bud his fingers deep within her arse and cunt, Natasha could only shout, “Yes, Yesss, Yesssss!” Again at the threshold he stopped and withdrew his lips and fingers. Having been so filled by him, now she felt the slick emptiness which forced a whimper from her. He smiled at Natasha, devilishly.
Any shyness that pupil and teacher may have felt had long evaporated under each other’s attentions. Natasha had now what felt like a physical need to have his cock fill her cunt. “Please, sir, just fuck me,” she meekly found herself blurting out.
Mircea rose to his feet and lifted her gracefully to hers. Pinning her up against the wall, wrapped her legs around himself completely supported by his pelvis and slowly, gently, pushed himself into her.
“Ah! Ohh, it hurts!”
“Oh, si serré, mon petit. Si serré. It will feel good soon. You’ve never had a man?”
“Not, I’ve never. Nor could I image filling so full.”
Mircea marveled at her young flesh, her prickly shaved mons pubis, the tightness of her skin, and the way she made enough wetness that it was already all over the two of them.
“Sale, n’est-ce pas, mon petit?”
He pumped hard into her, as she seemed to pull him in, tightening and releasing. Up and down, as his spine curled, he bit into the flesh of her shoulder and fucked her harder than either of them had expected him to. Natasha very nearly screamed before managing, “Come inside me. Come inside me, please, sir.”
Then, without a word, an instant wave of pleasure coursed through Mircea and he released inside of her and rode out a shuttering orgasm ejaculating spurt after spurt. He slowly lowered her as he removed his cock. She gasped as he rubbed his cum into her sore slit. He kissed her forehead gently and smiled, as they relaxed in each others consuming warmth.
“Can we do this again?” Natasha asked smiling.
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