Psychosexual Forbidden Fucking

Psychosexual Forbidden Fucking.

I love getting into psychosexual forbidden fucking! The ballet company I was with had just arrived in London at Convent Garden. We were to perform with the graduating class of the Central School of ballet and everyone was nervous and all abuzz with excitement. Tonight, a top British dignitary and his wife would be in attendance. I wasn’t overly concerned. I know the keys to being a ballerina everyone wants to fuck lay in always living the fantasy. Learned that from my naughty G.I.L.F. Mommy! LOL.

You know, psychosexual forbidden fucking; knowing that men and almost all women want to suck and lick my delicate little pussy. They dream of fucking me. Cum on! Even I dream of being force-fucked while I’m onstage. Yup, right there in front of the audience. Ah, public sex! Living the dream. Taken one after the other as the crowds cheer on as they watch my tiny twat drips before them.

Here was the beginning of our psych0sexual forbidden fucking. We hurried out and readied to perform. The orchestra queued up and the curtains rose. I immediately focussed on the dignitary. Beside him sat his rather dowdy-looking wife, sitting front and center. I had trouble seeing her as someone he would choose. Hmm. She MUST have money!

Stirring My Psychosexual Forbidden Fucking Fantasy.

He was having his own psychosexual forbidden fucking thoughts while watching me. But, he wasn’t looking at my face or even my tits. His eyes were locked on my feet! Mmmmm. A fetish guy too! My juices began to flow as I thought about wrapping my baby-soft perfect little feet around his dick and stroking him gently until he erupted like a volcano all over my little tootsies.

I had to cut my psychosexual forbidden fuck fantasies because of the voice in my head saying, ‘Cum back, Jo-Jo… It’s showtime again!’ LOL. Oh, yeah. We still had work to do, right? I moved with the agility of a cat as I went from the fifth position to pas de chat. All the while, I watched as his eyes bounced along with my feet. When we moved to penche, I leaned over Sir Roark, flashing my small tits while making his Mrs. blush.

Even in full psychosexual forbidden fucking mode, I stared into his eyes while hiding an urge to giggle. If I need to say it, I danced my ass of… for him. After the performance, we re-boarded our bus. A suited man approached and handed me a note. I smiled and looked at my palm where he had placed it. Before I could utter a word, he had jogged off. So, I opened the note and smiled. It was from him!

Maybe He Had Psychosexual Forbidden Fuck Fantasies Too?

I had kind of eXXXpected the note, but my psychosexual forbidden fantasies made my heart skip a beat! When we got back to the hotel, I quickly showered, added a small amount of makeup, and perfum. He had a car cumming for me and I didn’t wish to keep either of us waiting. I slid into the backseat where he was waiting… stark naked! Oh, my! He yanked my dress over my waist and began spanking me! The perfect “clap” on each cheek meant he had perfected the sound.

Then, it was clear that his psychosexual forbidden fuck fantasies kicked in too. He tugged me up, pussy first, to his ravenous mouth and began to lick, slurp, and bite me. Yep! You heard me. He was BITING into my pussy! Moreover, I kind of LIKED it! Shhh. Don’t tell anyone! I creamed my panties and he must have read my mind because he slipped me over his lap to spank me again! Ooh, a man with experience was always my preference. Nothing beats an older man!

His psychosexual forbidden fuck fantasies ended with my toes! So fucking sexy! Then, he bent over the backseat of that limo and spread his own ass-cheeks for me. I got on my knees behind him and licked the soft skin behind his balls, all the way up to his pucked hole and without hesitation, I let my tongue enter him! I made my tongue as stiff as I could and tongue-fucked him good! Then, he swayed his hips back and forth as I stroked his hard dick with my hand.

Letting Loose My Psychosexual Forbidden Fuck Fantasies.

So, my psychosexual forbidden fuck fantasies guided my tongue to his magic button! I knew I had bumped his prostate and felt it swell as I drained his manly juices. After that, my distinguished gentleman took me in ways I’d never felt before.

However, his limo got me back to my hotel just as the tour bus was ready to take off for our next venue. Furthermore, my new lover promised to be at every event, and he was. I settled into my plane ride home, I kept in contact with him. He CUMS over as often as he can and me? Oh, I’m still cumming too! Giggle.

Having an urge to hear more? Call me and I’ll fill you in on the sexy debauchery. But, do it now!

Kiss, kiss.

Just Joey

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