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The evening started out to be quite boring. I showered and blow dried my hair, did my make up and called the limo company one more time before putting on my dark green Badgley Mischka beaded gown.
The limo was on time and would pick me up in 15 minutes. I called my client's hotel room to let them know that I would be picking them up shortly, but got no answer. "Maybe he's in the shower still", I told myself. I gave myself the last minute once-over in the mirror... my long red hair piled on top of my head with a few loose tendrils here and there... I smoothed the front of my dress down, picked up my silk wrap and met the limo outside.
My ride in the limo would take about 20 minutes. The limo bar was stocked, but I did not help myself to a drink. I rarely drank at all. Instead, I reclined as best I could without wrinkling my gown and was planning on taking a quick cat nap when my cell phone buzzed annoyingly in my handbag. It was my clients calling to tell me that they had decided to pass on the symphony this evening and that I should go ahead to the music hall and have a lovely evening.
I snapped the cell phone down in disgust. I didn't want to go to the symphony in the first place. I was only taking the clients as a business promotional thing. Oh well. I was all dressed up and no where to go, as they say, so I buzzed the driver and told him to head directly to the music hall.
I felt hundreds of eyes fall upon me as I walked from the back of the music hall to take my seat in the front. My gown was covered with shimmering beads and had a small train. Perhaps I was a little over dressed compared to all the other attendees, but I basked in the thought of people watching me. The gown had a slim skirt which set off my hourglass figure quite nicely. The top part of the gown was very sheer, with beaded appliques covering all the appropriate places.
The lights dimmed and the conductor took his place at the podium. He raised his baton and the first movement began. I fidgeted in my seat and couldn't wait for the first intermission. As soon as the lights raised, I bolted out the first set of double doors at the back of the hall and went up the stairs to the espresso bar. I ordered a double latte and took my seat at the bar. One of the servers tried to start a conversation with me, but I wasn't in the mood. The music was putting me to sleep and all I wanted was to drink my espresso and have the night be over. The limo would not be back until the symphony was over, so I was pretty much stuck at the concert hall.
The PA system chimed to warn us that er had 5 minutes to get back to our seats. I got up and milled back to my seat like a sheep. I sat down and saw one of the stage hands motion directly to me - he wanted me to go to the stage door at the left-hand side of the stage. I looked around at the people immediately next to me, and they looked back and nodded, knowing that the stage hand was really signaling me and not any of them.
Bothered and annoyed, I rose from my seat and made my way through the rows of seats over to the stage door. The door opened and a hand beckoned me inside. I entered the doorway and a large hand grabbed my wrist and led me through a dark corridor into the bowels of the backstage area.
As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I could see that this stagehand was about 5'9" and well built. He was wearing black jeans and a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to show off his huge biceps. I asked him what this was about and he told me that I had left my wrap up in the espresso area and that he was going to give it back to me. He opened another door and let me into a room that was decorated much like a 1800s french whorehouse. Crimson velvet wallpaper on the walls, gold painted lamps with beaded lampshades, and a red velvet divan with gold fringe in the center of the room. Along one entire wall were deep red curtains with the same gold fringe.
"Sit here", he commanded, pointing at the divan. I sat obediently...this was a bit exciting being backstage - certainly more exciting that being stuck up front listening to the 2nd movement. YOu could still hear the music drifting through the corridors - but it was faint, almost dreamlike. He turned out the lights and opened the red curtains. Behind the curtains was a smoked window, one way mirror, if you like. We could see the audience watching the musicians, but they could not look in and see us.
He walked behind me and reached around to caress my cheek. I could see my reflection in the window - my chest rising and falling, beads twinkling in the ambient light from the window- breathing heavy with the excitement of the unknown.
"Get undressed", he ordered. I hesitated momentarily, until he looked at me out of the corner of his eye. His look pierced through me. I found myself mesmerized. I took off my dress and laid back on the divan, wearing only a g-string, stockings, and my heels.
He stood beside me on the divan and admired my body. He gently caressed each breast then pinched each nipple until it became hard. Bending over now, he took each nipple into his mouth; sucking harder and harder until I winced and cried out. He told me to close my eyes and to keep them closed. I felt something cold and metallic tickling me between my breasts and then more hard sucking and pinching at my nipples. He reached up and took the pins out of my hair, causing my red curls to tumble down below my shoulders.
He straddled over me now and I could smell the sweet musky smell of his cock. I instinctively reached up and rubbed my hands on the front of his thighs. He ordered me to open my eyes. The first thing I saw was his huge erect cock just inches from my face. How I wanted to reach out and suck it. I moved foreword and felt something tickle my chest between my breasts... I looked down and saw that he had placed a set of gold nipple clamps on my nipples, connected to each other by a chain. I sat up more so I could be at a better angle to suck his cock; as I did, I felt the tickle of the chain and the pinching of the clamps on my nipples grow a little more intense. I had never had nipple clamps on before and I was getting more aroused just from looking at them attached to my own breasts.
He rubbed his cock all over my face. I wanted it in my mouth. When I turned my head to capture it between my lips, he grabbed a handful of hair at the back of my head and forced me to take his cock in my mouth. He forced an inch in at first and when he sensed how willing I was to suck his cock, he forced the rest of it in - the head way back at my throat. He tasted good in my mouth. He slid his cock in and out of my mouth slowly. My tongue explored its entire surface.... massaging the head in particular.
Instantly my nipples began to ache - they were swelling more, but pinched hard in the metal clamps. I also felt myself get wet around my clit. He pumped into my mouth faster now... keeping in time with the music echoing in from the musicians above. He pulled on my hair harder now and pulled more on the chain of the nipple clamps. I reached down to play with my own clit and.... god I was wet. He was fucking my mouth and I was loving it. His precum swirled in and ran down the back of my throat.
the music grew to a crescendo.... becoming louder and faster at the climax of the symphony. I glanced at our reflection in the glass window... my body splayed out across the divan... rubbing my clit... while he fucked my mouth and tugged on the chain connected to my nipples.
With a big series of contractions and shudders, he came violently. He forced his cock to the back of my throat and filled me with his hot cum, while pulling on the chain even harder still. I moaned out in pain... I felt as if my nipples we about to tear off! He dropped the chain released the clamps all together...
He knelt beside me now... his lips barely touching my intensely aroused nipples. Every light flicker of his tongue was magnified times 20. He reached down and thrust his fingers inside my wet pussy. "Mmmmmm, had I known you would have been this wet, I would have fucked you first". He spun me around on the divan, so now I was laying across it the short way, rather than the long way, my head nearly dangling back over the edge. He forced my legs apart and ripped off my g-string. He dove into my pussy with his tongue like no one ever has before. My already swollen clit was his prize, which he rolled his tongue over again and again. I moaned out loud now.... and spread my legs wider for him. He grabbed me by the hips and pulled me closer to him.... closer to the edge of the divan. "Do you want to be fucked"? he asked. It was all I could do to mumble yes...
"Roll over", he demanded. I got on my knees in front of the divan and laid over it on my stomach. He knelt behind me and teased my pussy with the head of his re-hardened cock. He thrust deep inside me... fucking me oh so hard. I surely would have collapsed if I had not been laying across the divan. My tits ground down across the velvet as he slammed his cock into me again and again. He was using me for his own pleasure.... fucking me with all he had... not being politically correct and letting me reach Orgasm first.. if at all.
The music above was reaching another crescendo... it was the final movement and the symphony would be over in minutes. "Are you a dirty little girl", he asked me, in between thrusts. "Yesssssss... yesss I ammmm", I moaned back.
Suddenly he pulled out of my pussy and worked his way inside my ass. Mmmmmmm that felt so good... so dirty... but yet sooo good. He pumped me slowly and I felt his cock tighten and pulsate. With the last notes of the music hanging in the air, he shot his load of hot cum inside my ass and then slowly pulled out.
I laid across the divan, exhausted and yet, totally fulfilled. I was in a dreamlike state, rubbing my clit, feeling his cum in my ass. He got up and tossed my wrap across my bare backside and walked out the door. I didn't care for any long good-byes or to even know who it was that was fucking me. All I cared about was making sure that my company bought symphony tickets for the rest of the season and several seasons to come....(cum?)