| Straight: Exotic Erotic: Opening Night (2/2) |
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soft-lit bulbs reflected my entrance into the room, but she was not in front of it. I looked around. On a low couch in the corner, surrounded by flowers from various admirers, she was reclining. Her head was thrown back, her back arched. She had removed the nipple tassels and her bare breasts pushed forwards, catching the light from the mirror and gleaming in their paleness. Her hand was holding a tiny silver object, and she was rubbing it along her side. I stood and just admired the view from the shadows for a minute, enjoying each tiny gasp she made as the bullet vibe tingled over sensitive spots. I walked closer, bent over her and whispered, ‘Need an extra hand?’ Her eyes flew open, startled, but she smiled and just handed me the vibe. I knelt on the floor, resting my arms on the side of the velvet-covered couch. I slid my hands up her smooth calves, over her knees and up the inside of her creamy white thighs. She was so wet already I could see the black silk of her thong glistening. I untied the ribbons holding the skimpy piece of lingerie to her body, letting the front fall down to reveal her. I opened her legs, wide, placing a leg over each of my shoulders. Then I held the warmed metal vibe against her stomach, moving it downwards gradually, caressing her skin. As I reached the start of her smoothly waxed mound, I followed the single strip of hair left towards her clit. The vibe dipped, touching the edge of her clit and making her moan, loudly. I started to move it in circles, pressing into her, rubbing and teasing. She wriggled as I brought her to a powerful, fast orgasm. I discarded the little vibe and used my fingers to stroke and tease her instead, slipping about in her juices. She was shaking and gasping, and her hand rummaged around under the cushions. She was looking for something. She finally found it; amidst the distraction my fingers were giving her and passed it to me. It was a larger vibe, soft and silicone, with a bended tip. I switched it on, to a slow mode and started to gently push at her opening. She sighed in pleasure as I moved it round and round her lower lips. I clicked a button and the intensity increased immediately. Her legs shivered as I pushed the length, ever so slowly, into her depths. In and out, in and out, I started up a rhythm and she joined it, her hips bucking upwards. Her hands were grasping the cushions on either side of her head, her mouth was open in a perfect ‘O’, her eyes flickering between closed and looking down at me. I continued thrusting the vibe into her, and moved my other hand across to rub at her already sensitive clit. She was gasping on every push now, her legs shaking and her hips thrusting herself onto the vibe with a greater urgency. Suddenly, she was shaking and a long drawn out moan escaped her lips. She seemed frozen in position for a second as I slowed the vibe and pulled it from her. Then she collapsed on the couch and smiled at me with that same mischievous grin she had been popping out at the audience all night. ‘That was fantastic; you always know just what I want after a show.’ ‘No problem, lover,’ I said. |
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