Dancer Girl

"Oh my god," she groaned, looking at her naked reflection.

Both of his hands squeezed the area between her waist and hips. He thrust some more, entering her from behind. It had been a long time since her pussy felt a man inside. It felt fulfilling. Satisfying. Welcomed. Finally!

She leaned her body down on the ballet bar as Mark really began to fuck her. Her face was mere inches from the mirror. Her delicate pussy was getting worked. Her legs & feet were still tired from the dance performance hours earlier, and she was low on energy. But she had enough energy & strength to remain on her feet during the pounding. For Mark's cock, she was willing to stand all night. But she knew it wouldn't come to that. The sex they were having was so intense, that she knew he wouldn't last long. Especially with her hot body and tight little pussy.

Mark continued pounding away at the dancer's pussy. She looked at Mark's face in the reflection of the mirror. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead as he fucked. Julia looked at her own reflection and noticed that she was also sweating.

As her eyes drifted down to the floor from all the fucking she received, Mark pulled both of her shoulders up so that she would continue to look at her reflection.

"Look at yourself," he said, holding his cock steady. "I want you to see yourself. I want to see you."

"Yes," she moaned.

Mark continued his thrusts, and continued holding her by the shoulders.

There was a slight noise from outside the studio. A faint noise. It could have been anything. It sounded like something fell. It was enough to make Julia scared.

"Someone..." she moaned while being fucked. "Someone could be outside."

"I don't care."

"God..." she groaned, waving back and forth. "You're such...a...fucking...prick..."

He lifted Julia's shoulders and put his lips to her ear. "And you're my little plaything. Do you understand? You're my fucking plaything."

Those words sent a shiver down her spine. She was on the verge of an orgasm. Mark knew it by the look on her face. Her eyes nearly rolled back. He released her shoulders, allowing her to hunch downward. He thrust powerfully. He grabbed her by the hips and ravished her delicate hot pussy.

Julia's moans became cries. It became louder and louder. If someone was down the hall, she didn't give a shit- not anymore. She needed to cum. Badly. Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!

Her toes curled on the hard floor. Her back arched. She screamed and cried while her pussy was taking a vicious pounding. She came, and it trickled down her legs.

It wasn't long before Mark shot his cum deep inside of her.

When it was over, both of them were covered in sweat. He pulled out, breathing heavily, and he breathed a huge sigh of relief. One simple tug, and the ballet tights that bound Julia's wrists together were released.

They sat down on the floor together, underneath the ballet bar, and they leaned against the mirror.

"You're the best fuck I've ever had in my life," he said honestly.

Julia leaned against his shoulder. Her body was like jello. Her legs were gone.

"I've never came like that before," she proclaimed. "Ever."

"Then I guess we're a perfect match."

Julia responded by laying her head down on Mark's lap. She needed the rest.

After several long minutes, Mark lifted her up, so that she sat upright. He stood, and tucked his cock back inside of his pants.

"You need another shower," he said, gesturing to the puddle between her legs.

She looked down. "God, you're right."

"Care to join me? I'm also a mess."

"Shower? Together? In the locker room?"

"Yes."

She held out her hand. "I'd love to."

Mark took her hand and lifted her up. They walked from the rehearsal studio to the locker room shower. He was fully dressed. She was completely naked.

***

Their coffee was hot, and freshly brewed. Julia and Christine looked for seats in the park after getting their drinks. They sat down and enjoyed the morning. They ate their breakfast pastries, which was a rare treat for their strict diets.

"You're fucking him, aren't you?" Christine asked casually.

Julia gave a soft nod, before sipping coffee. "How did you know?"

"I have a good sense for these things. I mean, all those private meetings. The way he looks at you. The way you look at him. It all makes sense."

"Did you just realize it?" Julia asked.

"For the past two weeks."

"How come you never asked?"

"I don't know," Christine shrugged, taking another bite of her food. "I guess I didn't want to be rude."

"We're not exactly getting married. But it's more than just sex. It's like we're in this weird place. I don't know how to define it."

"Well, is he good in bed?"

Julia gave a shy smile. "You could say that."

"Come on. Tell me. I always tell you about my sex life."

"It's good," Julia smiled. "Really good."

"How good?"

"Do you know what a river looks like?"

Christine laughed. "I can't believe you just said that."

"It's true. Right between my legs."

"When the show ends, are you still going to see him?"

Julia enjoyed the coffee. "He calls me his Dancer Girl, which is cute. He makes me feel so special, in a very unconventional way. I make him feel special too. What we have is, nice. I think I love him. I know he loves me too."

The End

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