His Maestro

The music climber higher. Her smile had disappeared as she was engulfed in his music and his words.

I was consumed with it, I kept reaching deeper and deeper to get that little bit extra, and I realized that you kept resisting more and more, you had to, for propriety. Then finally, came this piece. Everything came together, I felt nothing but passion and it flowed out of me, the instrument an extension of my body. When I finished I knew I had been special but when I opened my eyes and you were gone, I knew I had achieved near perfection, I had accomplished my goal.

Her head weaved slightly, now completely lost in music and memories as his violin carried her closer to the impending crescendo.

'No propriety is needed now Simone,' he continued 'Let me play you. Let me carry you there.'

The strokes of her baton grew shorter with each measure as the piece moved towards culmination. Her breaths became visibly more rapid, and her face flushed. The music reached its apex, and as her baton reached for the down beat that would bring the impending crescendo, there was an almost imperceptible pause in his instrument. What would have been completely undetectable to anyone else made her catch her breath in excruciating anticipation, ready to cry out when it came. The bow raced across the strings, the symphony crashed together in her mind and as it seemed her entire being collapsed in upon itself, her body convulsed. She surrendered herself as waves of pleasure crashed through her body. Her feeble attempts to keep time were lost as waves of ecstasy rolled through her.

He set down the violin, then taking his bow, he walked behind her. If she was aware of his being there, she didn't show it and she flinched only slightly as he stroked his bow lightly across her neck as though it were a string of his violin. She tilted her head slightly to give him greater access to the exposed skin there as he kept time to her baton. As she continued conducting the bow continued it's own symphony on the side of her neck and then the her shoulders and back as he moved slowly to one side. Her arms raised in perfect conducting form, the bow made it's way to the small of her waist as he stood in front of her. As the bow kept perfect time and form over her waist and hip as though it were manipulating the most perfect instrument ever created, he released the uppermost button of her dress with his free hand. Her head rolled back, and her mouth opened slightly as the bow continued it's symphony across her hip and the outside of her thigh. The second button fell open, then the third and forth in quick succession. When the fifth and final button was finally released, her arms lowered to her side, the dress slid into a heap around her feet and her arms rose again.

Carl continued his journey around the maestro, the bow now sliding seductively across the white silk slip covering her stomach. Her hands began to tremble slightly and her chest rose noticeably higher as his bow made its way around her back and over the top of her shapely ass. He stood behind her and the bow whispered across the silk covering her thigh as he slid the straps of her slip one at a time over her shoulder. Another slight dip of the baton and the slip fluttered down on top of the dress exposing blue and white flowered bra and panties that while intended for someone much younger seemed not the slightest bit out of place on this shapely woman.

He stood behind her now, the bow rippling across her bare stomach in time to the progressing piece and the ministrations of her baton. Reaching from behind, his fingers grazed over her left breast, touching, pressing, and vibrating as though her nipple were the neck of his violin and her stomach were the strings. Her breaths came faster and shorter as the bow made its way higher and lower across her stomach and her panties.

The pace of the music increased and he suddenly angled the bow downwards, the rosined surface performing perfect staccato strokes directly over her clit. She shuddered, tensed and fell back into him, his rigid cock, pressing into the crack of her ass. The baton dropped to the floor as she spun around and his arms closed around her. He planted his mouth firmly over hers, his tongue driving firmly between her lips. She fervently worked the buttons of his shirt as he unclasped her bra. They stepped slightly apart, and the shirt fell to the floor as her massive breasts spilled from captivity. Their mouths met again as her fingers desperately worked his belt, button and zipper.

The music began to climb again, as the feverishly stripped each other of the final vestiges of clothing. Another shudder, brought her to her knees, he followed her down and eased her back until she lay on the carpet swinging her legs out from under her. His bow continued it's ministrations over her body, dancing across her belly and against the sides of her breasts. The music began a high floating melody with the strings. The bow fluttered lower down her body grazing across the outside of her thigh, over her knee, and then to the inside of her thigh. It's quick strokes continued higher until it was grazing her pubic curls in the crease of her thigh.

'I want you to feel this now,' He whispered to her 'All the way, I want you to live this, I want to put the music inside you.'

'You want to put that where'' she laughed

The high floating notes continued. The bow danced around her Venus mound, the tip grazing her clit, then passing on only to return a few measures later. The orchestral brass rose into the melody, and the tip of the bow pressed into her fold, retreated and pressed in again. It moved in and out quickly to the strokes of the strings, the rosined surface grazing against her clit. Her body shuddered. The woodwinds joined the crescendo, punctuating the upbeats of the measures as the bow drove farther and farther into her as the shudders turned to contractions. He felt the increased friction of her pussy gripping the bow as he retracted each stroke. The accumulating music crashed together. He drove the bow into her rubbing her clit on the down stroke.. Her stomach tightened, her legs clamped together trapping the bow, and her hips bucked from the carpet as powerful orgasmic waves crashed through her body combining with the music swirling around her.

She lay on the floor, her chest heaving, as the spasms subsided, the music lulled as the orchestra began to construct the next movement. Her eyes closed, she was aware of only the ebbing waves of pleasure that fluttered through her body and the music floating around her until she felt Carl's mouth cover her breast. The music fluttered and his tongue flicked her nipple as a bow would stroke the violin. The music began to gather again, as he worshipped her body with his hands and lips. He kissed his way down her chest and stomach as his hands trailed down her sides to her hips. Her knees fell apart again, the bow long since absent his tongue grazing the outline of her pubic hair.

The Orchestra pulled together, rising in tempo and volume as the piece approached it's climax. The head of his cock found her wet opening, pushed slightly inside, paused, then drove into her on the down beat of a new measure. The muscles of her pussy contracted around his cock as he plowed into her, and his cock swelled to meet the contractions as the music swirled around them. Leaning on his elbows he took her left breast into his mouth. He continued to drive into her to the beat of the overture as his tongue flicked across her nipple as the bow on a violin.

The music climber higher and higher, approaching the climactic crescendo as he drove into her harder with each beat. Her breast rippled and shook as her hips rose in symphony with his down strokes. She grabbed his hips and pulled him into her and as the symphony crashed together, he erupted deep inside her, and her pussy contracted around his cock, pulsing in concert to milk the final drops from before he collapsed onto the heaving breasts of his maestro.