| Straight: Exotic Erotic: Opening Night |
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Sitting there, watching her strut around the stage as if she owned it, I was transported to a world of glitter, sex, magic. She was walking seductively around the stage area, every eye in the room fixed on her, ignoring completely the imperious tones of the magician, her boss. She had the reddest, most scarlet hair I had ever seen, curled back into a 1940s style. It was adorned with a sparkly black feather headdress. She threw smiles and kisses to the audience, her voluptuous hips swaying as she stepped around the various apparatus and props of the magician’s show. He let off a stream of fiery poppers, eliciting only the slightest collective gasp from the audience, as most of them were concentrating on her. Finally, he called her to order, to sit in a chair and be his experimental subject. By controlling her movement, he became the focus of the audience as well. I didn’t want to watch him make her disappear, so I slipped into my own little world of fantasy instead. I imagined I was the magician, that as I slipped the rope down her body to her waist, I would caress those perfectly rounded breasts, encased in red sequinned tassels. I would stroke down her luminously pale skin, following her curves to her tiny waist. Lastly, I would toy, ever so briefly, with the red strings on her black thong. A stirring round of applause woke me from the revelry in my imagination. I started, I was hot and breathing rather deeply, but luckily no-one else had noticed, too engrossed were they in the success of the magician’s trick. It was his finale piece, he bowed, and she struck some pin-up poses, her curves once again the focus of every eye. With a last, knowing smile, she spun on one red heel and shimmied off the stage. The magician trailed after her, illustrious, but overshadowed by his assistant. As the audience stood and started to filter out of the old theatre’s doors, I remained sitting in my seat, waiting for the crowds to disperse. I could practically feel her smooth skin under my hands, feel her responses to the pleasures that I longed to lavish down on her. Finally, the theatre was empty, the lights dim. A few nervous looking young ushers tried to persuade me to move, and finally, I stood and to their relief, left. I took the winding staircase, but instead of leaving it, and the building at the audience level, I followed it down further, towards the cast’s rooms. I wandered past a pile of props and instantly thought of her lying back along that desk, hands tied above her head, moaning in anticipation as I stroked her thighs. A huge chair loomed up from the side of the corridor, and I saw her on her knees before it, sequinned breasts bouncing as she bobbed her head, sucking and lapping at the place between my legs as I sat in the chair, watching her scarlet head. All these combined fantasies were making me positively dizzy with lust. I searched for her room, finding the door finally. It had a red star on the side, ‘Miss Cherry Delicious’ was written over the star in sweeping black calligraphy. I smiled and knocked, pushing the door open instead of waiting for a response. I moved into the room, past the rack of stage costumes, bright in their sequins and feathers. A mirror, surrounded in proper Hollywood style with large, 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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