I had heard that this was her last night on the stage, and I knew that I couldn't miss her farewell performance. After all, she had been the focus of my dreams and many masturbation sessions. As I took my seat among the crowd of the well-dressed male population and the barely-there to the naked female population, I kept my eyes on the stage. Within minutes I was joined by a tall, shapely brunette whose company had enjoyed on many occasions. Tonight she was wearing a black lace see-through catsuit with 4 inch high come-fuck-me black pumps. We kissed in greeting as she took the chair next to me, the kiss was warm and inviting, and I almost forgot where I was until I heard the host say her name. Then the world lost focus for me, and it became only her.
The music started playing before she walked on stage. It was a song that I know well," Romantica by Marion Meadows—watching her as she moved seductively to the music teasing us with glimpses of her lush body peeking through the lace of the floor-length dress she was wearing. Her face was alluring with her deep red plump lips slightly open as if she was releasing a moan of pleasure to the room, but it was eyes her large dark slanted eyes that held me. She made a complete turn on the stage in a way that causes the lace dress to raise, exposing her naked lower half to the room.
I felt myself inhale deeply of her essence that seems to drift above the perfume and cologne wearing bodies of the room. It was clean and warm with just a hint of musk that made my dick twitch, or maybe it was the brunette who was stroking it through the material of my expensive suit trouser? No matter what I didn't care for, the woman on the stage has my total attention as she begins to get deeper into her dance and the seduction of us all.
She was all that my eyes could see as she moved across the states a vision of full breasts, round fuckable ass, and dancer legs encased in honey-toned skin begging to be touched. I found myself leaning forward and caught myself in time from reaching out when she dances my way. At this point, Marion's saxophone whales tones make one want to arch into, and she does right in front of me. By now, I was fucking the brunette mouth. As this beauty response to the music arching her back as if she was offering herself to the room... hell no offering herself to me!
With her eyes, half-closed heavy with her desire.
Now her scent is all that I came smell, and she goes down on to the floor she spreads her legs wide so that all can see the inside of her glistening pussy. If that wasn't hot enough, she started finger fucking herself!!
My dick was sliding in out of the woman's mouth as if I was fucking that pussy on stage. It wasn't enough. Pulling the brunette's mouth off my cock and put her face down on the table so she wouldn't block my view as rammed by cock into her pussy while keeping my eyes on the stage. I was in a room with twenty other people, and we were all sucking and or fucking with our eyes looked performance on the stage.
The faster she moved with her fingers plunging in and out of her pussy. I started matching her in speed, ramming my cock out of the pussy of the woman beneath me. It wasn't enough. Her "fuck dancing" made me want to do more. I found myself despite wearing an expensive suite fucking this woman like I was naked I glanced sidewise along enough to see that a guy had taken off his clothes and was opening fucking a little blond as if they were in the room alone. Yes, his eyes were still on the stage. It was like by her dance she was telling us what to do. With my eyes now locked on hers, I lost focus on the others. Even the woman I was ramming my cock into with a mounding orgasmic rage, I saw her smile at me, and we locked eyes, and we fucked. I am kissing those lips, sucking luscious tits, tasting that juicy pussy and fucking that ass, my earing came back to me in a roar of moans, screams, and cursing as those around me came. We came squirt cum into pussys, mouths asshole and in the air, and we all did it watching her.
When I could think again, I was lying on top of the woman who had had been fucking. Checking her, it seems that she had cum so hard that she had passed out her body quivers. Then I look up to the stage and see her there glistening with sweat, her dark hair wild and free around her head and shoulders smiling as she picks up her dress and leaves the stage as the last of as the haunting notes of Marion Meadow's Romantica drifts in the air.