[MF] The Time I Sucked My Boyfriend Off Backstage

Our couple tonight: me, 18f, shoulder blade wavy brown hair, D-cup boobs, decent ass, thick thighs. Wearing a cut off tank top and black skinnies. My boyfriend, let’s call him Sam, 6ft, 18m, darker skinned Italian, messy dark brown hair, thick cock. The location: backstage (in the dressing room) of our schools auditorium.

This year’s spring musical is Cinderella, and I’m working on tech while my boyfriend is in the ensemble. There are 5-hour rehearsals everyday after school in the weeks leading up to the show, which gives us plenty of time to fool around when we’re not needed. This particular story takes place during the final scene where we won’t be missed.

I had been teasing him all practice and all day at school. The cut off sides of my tank top show just enough of my strapless bra to keep him interested and once or twice, while we had a break and were lying alone backstage, him idly toying with my tit, I could see him trying to stifle a boner.

The director, Dave, was giving instructions to the ensemble who were apart of the scene when I tap him on the shoulder. “What?” he asks. I just wink and pull at his hand. He likes to wear loose fitting track pants, and I could see his bulge fairly clearly.

“Come,” I say, “we’re not needed.” The cast is a massive 50 for our fairly small school, people milling about. I pull him behind the giant wall that covers the door to the dressing rooms, into the bright hallway and towards the boys dressing room. Clothing and costumes alike are strewn into the hallway, and I toe open the door, making sure he’s still following—and notice his eyes trained on my ass—and bring us in. He wanders to the center of the room and I close the door firmly. It locks behind us.

“So,” I say breathlessly. This is my favorite part, the teasing. I’m often referred to as the dominant one in our relationship of 3 years. His eyes jump back down to my boobs. Not breaking eye contact, I quickly unhook my bra and slip out of it. My nipples are hard as could be, poking through the thin fabric of my tank top. I take a step closer to him, angling my head up to look at him properly. “We don’t have much time.”

“No more than 5 minutes, tops,” he says. Good, I think. He knows what I want. We’ve been together since we were freshman, and have been each other’s firsts for everything. It was because of him I discovered I loved giving head. And he knows this.

I close the gap between the two of us—to hell with the teasing, really—and we make out for a bit. I know my panties are damp, they have been all day. I push him against the counter, his hands migrating to my ass and pulling me flush against him. I moan into his mouth at the feeling of his rock hard cock against me. I grind against him. “Goddamnit,” I mumble against his lips.

“What?” he asks. His hands are playing with my boobs now and he tugs off my shirt. The harsh lights of the room show the bruises he’s left in the previous couple of days. His thin fingers brush over my nipples and he gives them a rough pinch.

“I—,” it’s hard to properly focus with him doing that, my nipples are sensitive beyond belief, “I want you to fuck me so badly. But—“ he does it again.

“But we don’t have time. Instead,” he lowers his head to run his tongue over my nipples, “I want you to suck my cock.” I know I said I was thought of as the dominate one, but here I felt my knees go weak. I sank down until I was face to face with his bulging pants and place a soft kiss against it. My hands, previously placed on his ass, tug down his track pants. His cock—thick, not as long as others but surely making up for it in girth, springs out. I let out an involuntary moan. “What was that for?” he asks, amused. I respond by licking the tip of his cock.

The salty precum spreads over my tongue and I hold the base of his cock with one hand. My tongue works over the head with practiced ease. All I want to do is touch myself too—I feel my clit begging for attention—but I focus on the gorgeous cock (and man) in front of me. He toys with my boobs while I’m doing this, pinching my nipples, rubbing them.

Easily, I deep throat him. There’s nothing more sexy than the cock of the man you love deep in your throat. He moans, now, in obvious enjoyment. I give it a mental 2 minutes before someone barges in. I run my hand in tandem with my mouth down his dick. He’s so hard and I ache to have it inside my pussy. But I know that’s for another time. “God, this feels so good. You’re such a good girl.” The submissive side of me LOVES this. “You’re my good girl.” It feels like there’s a river in my panties.

Because this is has to be quick, I pick it up with my hands and mouth, moving faster and faster as I feel the tell-tale signs of him approaching climax. His moans turn breathless, his hips bucking against my mouth. Not too soon after, I hear, “I’m c—“ and taste a warm burst of salty cum in my mouth. I almost cum, too, from the intensity of it. The jerking of his cock in my mouth, again and again, makes me ache even more.

I give his still rather hard dick a swirl to get the last of the cum and begin to stand up. Sam, ever the gentleman, dresses me quickly. I hate that we still have more than an hour left of rehearsal, but his hurrying out of the dressing room with an ‘I love you so much,’ and a wink promise me that there is more to come. I just have to wait.

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