 |
By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
|
Being on stage, on your own, is pretty nerve wracking, even in a small venue of fewer than 100 people, especially in a small venue!
Right in the middle of the front row were sitting the model couple. The epitome of white middle class young professional success.
Something about this seemingly ordinary man was driving me wild so i decided to break all the rules and allow my eyes to meet his which were fixed upon my naked body draped over the stage.
My stomach filled with butterflies as my eyes locked upon his dark blue eyes, his pupils dilating. He quickly looked away like a rabbit in the headlights so i returned to a neutral gaze. After the longest 30 minutes of my life it was break time. My assistant wrapped me in a white gown and I left the studio to visit the toilets while the sketchers bought their drinks. Feeling in need of some exercise I decided to climb the 3 flights of stairs to the top floor toilets.
Relieved and refreshed I walked to the hand basin and washed my hands, strangely aroused by the warmth and power of the running water. Splashing some onto my face i looked up into the mirror and as well as seeing my face staring back at me a menacing pair of blue eyes filled with anger and confusion filled the mirror.
Transfixed and inert as he moved closer the butterflies in my stomach were in a frenzy. His hands on my waist moving down to my buttocks i felt something swell and press against me.
"we've got 10 minutes" he whispered "and I'm gonna fuck your ass" and with that he spun me around and pushed me into a cubicle locking the door behind us. He pulled out an eight inch cock. "suck on that you fag" he commanded, pushing it past my lips deep into my mouth...
|
Reply privately, Reply in forum +quote
or View forums list | |
» Add a new message to this topic
