Seren's Secret Admirer

I was nervous to stand up again and offer the audience a full sight of the secret I was hiding in my panties. I suppose I should have guessed that a group of people this sexually liberated would not be surprised by or judgmental of anything. When I stood straight, my little cock was half stiff, having slipped out from behind its lace covering. I listened for gasps or laughs from the audience, but none came.

I slowly turned around to face Zach again, and could see the he too had grown more aroused. The swell and thickness of his cock were clearly visible in his suit pants. I danced, working my hips down, and made my way down onto all fours on the stage. I stared Zach dead in his beautiful, serious eyes as I slowly crawled towards him like an obedient pet.

When I reached him, I spread his legs and slid my hands up his thighs and over the swell of his impressive cock, and watched with a thrill as his breath caught in his chest.

God I wanted him. Looking back, I'm surprised I didn't rip his clothes off and fuck him right there on the stage.

I stood again and staddled over him. He wrapped his arms around me and gripped my ass firmly in each hand, pulling me towards him. He pressed his lips to my bare stomach, gently kissing me, leading a trail with his lips down past by belly button until it was my turn to lose my breath when he surprised me by grabbing my little prick and engulfing me in his mouth.

"Oh, Zach." I gasped audibly as I dug my fingers into his hair.

As he slid my now painfully solid cock in and out of his lips, he stared up at me as if for approval. I looked him in the eye and nodded. He proceeded to plunge me in my limited entirety into his eager mouth. His warm, wet tongue stroking my shaft.

All of a sudden, I began to feel light headed. My legs shook like they were going to give out. I spun around off of him and again sat down in his lap. I pressed my thonged ass against his manhood and rode against it. I leaned back into him again and reach up behind me to grab his head. I needed to feel his lips on my skin, his breath on my neck.

He kissed my neck while I ground against him. He ran his hands up down my body. My tiny tits, my stomach, my ass against him, and finally my throbbing prick. I felt him take me into his hand, gently stroking me as I worked against him. He wrapped his other arm around my torso and pulled me in, burying his face in my neck, I screamed...

"Yes! Yes!" I moaned, and he quickened his gentle stroking on my cocklet as I shivered, and watched my cum spurt out onto the stage.

After I came, I sat still on him like that for a moment. Him breathing into my ear.

When the music died and the lights came back on, I looked out into the audience. I wasn't sure what I'd expected to see, looks of shock or disgust or general disinterest maybe. What I did see was a dozen rapt faces watching us intently. The faces that weren't watching us were buried in their partners' laps. One woman had her man's pants down around his ankles as she deepthroated his cock. One of the two gay couples each had their cocks out, mutually stroking each other.

"Wow," the hostess said as she made her way back onto the stage. "We typically don't see audience participation this early in the night, but that was very delicious. Bravo. Can we get a cleanup up here?"

As a stagehand rushed on stage to wipe up my spits of cum, Zach helped me back into my dress and offered his hand to lead me off stage.

When we got back to the table, we both sat and waited for the hostess to select the next couple. We traded one or two bashful glances, suddenly afraid to look at each other. I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek, eliciting a small laugh.

"My drink is empty, another round?" I asked him.

"What do you say we get out of here?" He propositioned, stood up and offered his hand again. I rested mine into his and together we walked out.

The humongous bouncer let us back out onto the sidewalk and shut the door behind us.

"Where to n..." I began but was interrupted when Zach snatched me up into his arms and kissed me passionately. I touched my hand to his chest and let him explore my mouth. Breathing into each other as our tongues explored one another.

"We can get a cab at the corner up there." He said when he broke our kiss. I put him arm into his and we walked eagerly for the corner.

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"I still can't believe it's you." I said after we walked into room 604 at the Hotel Barnaby. It was the first thing spoken since the sidewalk outside the club. We spent the cab ride holding hands in silence.

"Does it ruin it that it's me?" He asked.

"No." I smiled and stepped into his grasp. "You're perfect."

I reached down and found his belt buckle, unclasping it and sliding it apart slowly.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Repaying the favor." I smiled, and unbuttoned the top button of his pants.

Before I could unzip his fly, he pulled me in close to him and kissed me again.

"No." He said, and walked across the room and faced the bed.

"No?" I said, shocked, and suddenly feeling a little self-conscious.

"Come here." He commanded gently. The way he said it was serious but delicate, if that makes any sense. As if he knew he owned me, and I was a prized possession.

I did as he said and came over to stand in front of him, between him and the bed. He watched me curiously for a few seconds as I struck a pose in the classic, sexy dress he's given me.

"Turn around," he instructed. "Let me see."

I turned to face away, striking a few poses to show off.

"Do you like it?" He asked.

"I love it." I said, and absent-mindedly ran my fingers softly over the material covering my body.

I felt him step closer to me, right up behind me, his body just barely pressing against my back. I heard and felt his breath in my ear again. He placed a hand on each of my shoulders as he softly kissed my ear. Then my neck. I let out a deep nervous breath.

"Don't be scared." He said.

"I'm not," I whispered, half lying. It wasn't that I was scared, like he was going to hurt. me. I trusted this man completely. But I was, as I'd been all day, nervous. Would he like me once he had me? Would I please him?

He ran his lips ever so delicately along my neck, down the curve of my right shoulder. The feeling gave me goosebumps, sending a wave of pleasure through my body, and I immediately forgot about any nervous worries I may have had.

I closed my eyes and gave in to him completely. He took a hold of each of the straps of my dress and slid them off my shoulders, decorating my skin with soft kisses as he did so. He slid the dress down slowly, as I had done on stage, over the curve of my ass, until gravity took over and it fell to the floor around my ankles.

He placed his hands on my hips and gently guided me towards the bed.

"I want you to reach down and put your hands on the bed." He whispered closely into my ear.

I was his and I did as he said. I bent over until my palms rested into the mattress and my ass pointed up into the air towards him. I stood there like that for a moment until I sensed him kneeling behind me, then felt a wet finger slid along the thong strap in my ass crack. He slid the thong aside and the air in the room was cold against my exposed hole. When I felt the warm wetness of his tongue against my balls, sliding up my smooth taint, and over my boy pussy, I nearly collapsed.

"Zach." I moaned as he again licked the length of my underside and circled the tip of his tongue around my hole and slipping it inside me. "Fuck."

I reached back behind me and grabbed the back of his head, pressing his face into my ass. With hand against each of my ass cheeks, he spread me wide open, penetrating me with his tongue. I involuntarily gyrated my hips to the rhythm of his licks against me.

I sensed him standing again, then sliding my panties off, down my legs and into the dress piled below me on the floor. He licked his middle finger and pressed the tip against my now wet hole. I moaned and clenched the bedcovers with my hands as he slowly slid his finger inside me, all the way in, a deep as he could go. He fingered me slowly a few times with one finger, then inserted a second. I was used to the familiar pain of being stretched out by my dildo, but now I welcomed it. Any soreness came and went in a moment, and was replaced by intense pleasure.

My ass craved the feeling of his fingers filling me, pressing places inside me that made me want more, deeper, harder. He fingered me deep, and gave my ass a hard slap with his other hand. I yelped as I felt the ripples jiggle across my ass.

"Do you like when Daddy disciplines you?" He asked over me as I buried my face in the mattress, collapsaing forward bent over the edge of the bed. I aimed my ass higher in the air for him to own.

"Yes Daddy." I moaned. My cock pulsed at every drive of his fingers into me.

"Have you been bad?"

"I have been bad Daddy. So bad."

"How will you make it up to Daddy?" He asked.

"Anything you want Daddy." I moaned uncontrollably, I was on the precipice of exploding. "I am yours to pleasure you."

Just before I came, he slid his fingers out of me and backed away. I waited for something larger to take its place, but nothing came. After catching my beeath, I slid off the bed to sit on the floor and turned around to see him sitting in the lounge chair in the corner, staring at me.

"Come to Daddy." Said and patted his lap.

I climbed up onto all fours, like I'd done on the stage for Zach in front of a room full of people earlier, and crawled towards him. As before, when I reached him I spread his legs and ran my hands up his legs and felt his muscular thighs through his pants.

I ran my hand over the thick bulge of his cock and moved to his zipper. Staring him in the eye as he looked down at me, I knew he was going to let me drive for a while. I unzipped his pants and pulled them a few inches down his legs, exposing the top of his boxer briefs.

I sat up on my knees and leaned forward into his lap, pulling his tie to bring him to me. I kissed him deeply, then pushed him back into the chair. One by one I unbottoned his dress shirt and spread it open to reveal his chiseled muscular chest. I ran my fingers through his light chest hair and pinched his nipples once.

I leaned in and kissed him again as I ran my hands down his chest, along his abs and slipped my fingers under the waistband of his underwear. I felt the muscles of his abdomen contract against my touch as my fingers found their way through his trimmed pubic hair and graced the top of his shaft.

"Oh, wow" I exclaimed, although I didn't mean to. I was quite taken aback by the impressive girth of his cock, somehow bigger in person that in photographs.

Enough playing, I needed to release his manhood for my own enjoyment. I pulled my hand from his underwear and slipped his boxer briefs and dress pants down his thighs to the floor. I untied his shoes for him and slipped them off. Followed by his socks, and finally removing his pants and underwear leaving him naked from the waist down.

As I rose back up from the floor onto my knees I gasped at the beautiful sight before me. In the chair sat the hottest man I'd ever seen, and in his lap, between his hairy, muscular legs, laid a thick, veiny, eight inch cock.

With eyes wide, I reached out and touched his piece. Wrapped my hand, tiny and feminine in comparison, around his thick shaft and stroked his length, feeling him tighten and stiffen in my touch.

"Fuuuuck." He moaned and I looked up to see him rest his head back against the chair.

Watching him enjoy me, feeling him swell and pulse at my touch, brought back that proud, powerful feeling at the effect I had on this man. Of being able to give him this pleasure. Of being able to and wanting to give him this gift.

I stroked his cock a few more times, then spread his knees to allow me to lean in between his legs and lower my face to his balls. I took in his smell, his salty muskiness. I let it fill my senses.

I licked my lips and began by kissing his balls while I stroked him. I extended my long slender tongue out and ran it over, around, under him. Leaving his balls glistening with my spit.

Then I paused for a second, holding him still in my hand. When he looked down at me to see what happened, I smiled and let him watch me as I ran my tongue up the long underside of his cock to the tip, then plunged his head into my mouth.

I smiled to myself at the sound of him exhaling relieved while I gently sucked his spongey head, then suctioned my lips around his girth and slid his manhood deep into my throat.

Sliding him back out left him covered in my saliva, and I used this to stroke the base of his shaft as I caressed him into and out of my mouth. I sucked him like that for several minutes, going deeper and deeper, pressing the limits of my throat. Then popping his cock out of my lips completely to flick my tongue under the head and over his hole.

"Oh my god." He said when I plunged him into my head, then he grasped my head with his hands and pushed me down onto him, sinking himself deeper into my skull than I ever thought I could take. I gagged and gasped against his humongous tool. Until he finally released me, pulling me up off his cock entirely and pulling my face to his, kissing me deeply, his tongue replacing his cock in my mouth. "You're going to make me cum," he laughed.

"That's the idea," I said as I stroked him.

"Not yet." He said and planted one final kiss on my lips.

He stood up from the chair and finished taking off his shirt and tie, now standing fully nude over me. He reached down and lifted me by my arms up into my feet. He wrapped his arms around me and hoisted me up off the ground. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and let him carry me, his prize, over to the bed.

He tossed me down onto my back on the bed and dove onto me. Pressing his body against me as he kissed me, pinning me down with his weight. I wrapped my legs around him to pull him close against me and felt his cock, slick from my throat, press against my own hardened prick, insignificant compared to his.

I kissed him madly, letting his tongue lead the dance. He began to thrust his hips, stroking our hardnesses against each other. His felt so long, I could feel his tip against my stomach.

He moved from my mouth to my neck and breathed heavily into my ear, "Oh, Serena..."

"Zach." I gasped, I wanted im so badly in so many ways. With him I was truly Serena.

He began to work his hips more, working his cock against my body. At one point it slid down past by taint and I felt the tip pressing toward my hole. He continued to thrust his hips gently, teasing the gates of my hungry pussy, but just when I thought he might try to press inside me, he'd back off a little. Fuck, it was driving me nuts. When he leaned up on his arms and looked down at me with that same questioning look he'd given me on stage before I stripped for him...as if for permmission...I pushed him off of me.

"Lay down." I instructed him, and watched as he rolled off onto his back beside me.

I got up and went quickly to my bag I'd, grabbed my lube, and squirted a bit onto my fingers to rub into my hole. It mixed with his saliva and created a welcoming slickness.

I went back to the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, my hands on his chest as I looked down into his eyes. He placed one of his hands on my curvy hip and the other gently against the side of my face as I reached behind me to take his waiting cock in my hand, and guide him into me. I lined up his bulbous head with my slickened hole and sat back onto him gently. My pussy gave but a moment of resistance against him before giving way, welcoming his tip into me.

"Mmm," I bit my lip as the flash of stinging subsided and a full, pleasuring sensation coursed into me as I sat more of my weight down onto him.

Inch by inch, I slid his thick shaft inside me, backing out slightly, then thrusting back down to take more. Until I felt his hips under my ass, his balls against me, and the full length of him buried in me.

He gripped my hips tightly with each of his manly hands and worked me, up and down slowly on his tool as if I was his sex toy. I rested my hands on his chest for balance and raised myself just off his lap, letting him work his hips up and down, faster and faster, driving himself into me.

"Oh, God..." I moaned when the tip of his filling cock reached some spot deep within me, somewhere no thing and no one had touched. A wave of pleasure overtook my body as I savored the pre-tremors of orgasm. "Right there." I instructed him.

He responded by working that same spot, his spot, faster and harder. I hovered as still as possible over him, my long hair dangling down onto his face. His breathy moans aimed up at me as he drilled me. I looked down at myself above him. My little cock was rock solid, bobbing up and down to the rythym he created by slamming up inside me.

"You're going to make me cum." I breathed down to him.

I barely got the words out before another wave took me, exponentially greater than the ones before. My skin went numb as the intense, orgasmic pleasure radiated from my g-spot out to the tip of my prick and through my every muscle. I moaned until I screamed. I looked down at my cock as it pulsed, my little head a shiny purple-red, sending my juice out in ropes across his stomach.

When I was drained completely, he slowed his thrusting gently down until he ended with one, final, deep push against my g-spot, giving me one last gasp of pleasure.

I leaned down to him and kissed him. "That's twice for me." I said.

I gently rolled off of him, sliding his still hard girth out of me, and fell down on my back next to him to catch my breath. He rolled towards me and kissed me once, then flipped me rather easily onto my stomach.

He got up and knelt behind me, spreading my legs. I moaned as he ran his strong hands up the backs of my thighs, over my round ass, and up the length of my spine and back down. When his massaging hands reached my ass, he took a commanding hold of my hips and yanked me backwards up onto my knees. I knew what he wanted, and I too was dying for it.

I got down onto my elbows and arched my ass in the air for him, wiggling it as an invitation. He laughed and then in one solid motion pressed his tip to my relaxed and lubed pussy and pressed his entire length into me.

He backed out almost entirely, pausing with just his tip inside me, then drove into me again. I moaned into the mattress as he did this several times, each time a little faster and a little harder. Within minutes he was firmly gripping my ass, using my hips to drill me back against him, thrusting his manhood deep inside me at his pleasure. My ass slapped and rippled against his lap at each thrust, bouncing me off him so he could pull me back again.

As his orgasm worked up inside him, he leaned over me and wrapped one of his arms around my chest and pulled him up off my elbows against him. His hand slipped under my bra and grabbed my tit. With his other hand he grabbed my long hair, as if it were a horse's reigns and pulled, tilting my head back towards his. He fucked me like that, holding me, owning me, his hips driving against my rippling ass as his cock throbbed inside me.

"Fuck, Serena, yes..." He moaned.

He grabbed my neck and turned my head to kiss him. His rhythm quickened and his cock drove deeper into me a few times and I could feel it grow even larger inside me until he stopped. Perfectly still he held me, pressing himself as hard as he could, as deep as he could into my depths, and I could feel his massive cock pulsing in me, spewing his warm, loving gift. I gripped his arms around me and closed my eyes, focusing on his fast moaning breast on my neck, his body against mine, and his cum filling me.