Suki and Miss Sugar put on a private show.
The delicate dress clung to my body as I took the bus up to London’s Piccadilly. Talk about overdressed. Everyone was staring. It was pretty see-through, admittedly, but also pretty perfect. Like something out of Phantom of the Opera.
I rushed into the foyer. Miss Sugar was nowhere to be seen. She’d persuaded me to accompany her this evening, help her entertain her favourite client, and now she was late.
The bells rang to announce the performance, and everyone surged into the auditorium. Miss Sugar had mentioned a box, so I followed the signs as the lights went down.
All the box doors were closed. Except one. There was a row of people sitting at the front, already peering at the stage. In the back corner I could see the outline of a man, sitting alone.
“Go in, quick!” a voice hissed behind me. I was pushed inside. Spotting Miss Sugar, I sat down next to her. I could get used to this life, I thought, as the first act burst into life and carried us on a tide of colour and rich vibrating voices. Under cover of the music, Miss Sugar was leaning towards the man and whispering.
As the lights eventually went up for the interval she suddenly wound one arm round my neck and pulled me right across her body to introduce me. I was too shocked to resist.
Her client, Johnny, had the scrubbed blond looks of a man fresh out of college, and a hunky body trussed up in, yes, a dinner jacket.
“Hi,” he said, nervously.
I caught Miss Sugar’s eye. She raised her eyebrows, her version of a wink.
“Where are my manners?” I shook his big warm hand. “I work with Miss Sugar. Her new PA.”
“And brilliant she is, too.” Miss Sugar, singing my praises. “Especially at entertaining.”
His expression had changed from mild awkwardness to open lust. “Now, Suki. Why don’t you come and sit beside me? Then I can be a thorn between two roses.”
Miss Sugar dug a fingernail into my ribs. I stood up obediently and tried to step past her, but I stumbled in the narrow gap between the seats, and fell forwards onto her knee. She grabbed me and held me there.
“Whoops! Lost my balance,” I giggled softly, smiling a big red smile at her. She smiled back, and slid her hands up my thigh. I spread my legs a little further. Johnny rubbed his hand across his mouth.
The other people at the front of the box were shifting about, trying to see what was going on. But any minute now the lights would be dimmed again, so I pressed my breasts into her face. Her fingers tightened on my hips.
I raised my voice a little. “Do you think we should let Johnny get on with his opera in peace?”
“I say, girls. You both look a little … frisky.” Johnny cleared his throat again, and we turned to look at him.
“‘We were forgetting ourselves. Sorry,” smiled Miss Sugar, pulling me closer. “It’s just that we’ve never been out together before, have we Suki?”
She nuzzled my breasts and I shivered. The slick of wetness I felt as she licked my warm cleavage was not for Johnny’s benefit.
The lights were going down for the second act. The people in the front of the box were reluctantly turning away. I pulled my dress up my thighs and stepped over Johnny’s knees. I pretended to stumble again. He held my arm to steady me. A gentleman. His other hand was massaging his groin. He was already turned on.
The music in the second act was even more rousing than the first. You couldn’t possibly hear any other sounds. I eased my hand inside his flies. I felt the thick shape nudging into the palm of my hand. I could feel heat pumping out of it. I could feel heat spreading in my own groin.
I wrapped my fingers around his cock and pulled his flies wide open. The fact that my female boss was watching made it all the more kinky.
I kneeled and bent my head between his legs. His hands, relieved of any effort, pulled my hair out of my face.I could smell his sweat and spunk and now his cock was nudging into my face, prodding its blunt end into my cheekbone. I let it rest there, then tipped my face so that the plum-round end slipped stickily into my mouth.
I tipped forwards and opened my jaw wider. He was engorged now and huge. I didn’t want to gag, so I pushed the thick shaft back a little with my tongue. That closed my lips round him, made me automatically suck it back into the warm wetness of my mouth.
His cock stiffened and swelled even more as I sucked harder. Now I could taste, as well as smell, his clean skin mixed with the sweet salt of spunk edging through the slit. He jerked against the roof of my mouth. His hands started to guide my head slowly but firmly up and down.
Suddenly I felt a pair of hands behind me, pushing my dress up. They wrinkled the flimsy material around my waist, paused, and then started stroking the inside of my thighs. It was all I could do not to clamp my jaws down and bite Johnny. Something warm and wet was licking up the inside of my own thigh, flicking from one leg to the other. I stopped tonguing Johnny’s prick for a moment, but he laced his fingers behind my neck roughly to keep me there. The invisible mouth was lapping up my leg and with an expert flick Miss Sugar’s tongue slid over my tender pussy lips.
My head was spinning with unexpected pleasure. Miss Sugar held me firmly in her cool fingers and spread my legs further apart, then brought one hand up to my pussy to spread everything open. Then her tongue was back again.
I wanted to suck her tongue inside me. At the same time I wanted Johnny’s big cock as well, pumping inside my wet pussy. I started to jerk frantically. That made me nip at Johnny’s cock, and he groaned out loud.
Meanwhile, Miss Sugar might as well have applied an electric probe to my bud. I was going crazy trying to keep still. She closed her lips around my clit and sucked and bit mercilessly. I shoved myself against her face, trying to open my legs wider to get the full benefit of her wickedly clever mouth and teeth and tongue.
The music had gone very quiet, the strings shivering as some new tragedy was awaited on stage. I panicked. What if the lights went up? What if our companions found my head buried in my client’s lap and Miss Sugar’s tongue like a cock up my jacksie? Tough. That was Miss Sugar’s problem, not mine.
We paused, waiting for the music to move on, then Miss Sugar dipped her head to savour my pussy juices once more. Johnny rammed his pulsating cock back inside my mouth. I didn’t want to suck any more. I wanted to fuck, but at the same time I wanted to grind myself into Miss Sugar’s face. I licked and nibbled Johnny’s smooth dick. Miss Sugar was lapping hard now. Another finger, then another, inserted themselves inside me. I was so torn, wanting to thrash wildly into her face, wanting to suck Johnny to climax.
We were all working at the same pace like some wonderful machine, because just as I was about to abandon Johnny’s pleasure for the sake of my own, Johnny’s cock suddenly stiffened, extended for what felt like another couple of inches down my throat, and then pumped once, twice, down my throat, knocking my head back.
Down on the stage the principals and chorus held their final notes, and the orchestra worked itself up to its finale.
I wriggled frantically against Miss Sugar’s face as her tongue and her fingers worked me to my final frenzy and my body shook at last with an exquisite, drawn out climax. As I shuddered to calmness, Miss Sugar licked the cream from my wet pussy as if she was a cat, and then she patted me on the bottom to tell me to get up, quick, off the floor.
The applause started andI fell into my chair, gasping for breath as I pulled my dress down over my knees. The lights went up.
We realised that our companions in the box had their backs turned to the stage, not even pretending any more. They had watched the whole thing. The women fanned their hot faces. The men handed me their business cards.
“Ready for more?” my boss asked me, twining her arm round my waist.
“Dripping for it,” I answered, smiling at our audience. “But as for you, Miss Sugar. Talk about a dark horse!”
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