Orchestrations

Just at the very top of the slit in her black dress, at the very top of that delicious-looking, creamy thigh, there was just the slightest glimpse of a tattoo. Tristan was obsessed with that glimpse, that tattoo, that thigh. He wasn't obsessed with the person to whom the thigh belonged. He was, however, extremely curious about her.

It was fortunate that Tristan played the trumpet and that the subject of his curiosity, a dark-haired pale woman called Agnetha, played the violin. During concerts it wasn't possible for him to see that thigh, facing, as he did, towards her back. This did, however, afford him a view of her butt, which he was also very curious about.

"Come with me, tonight. It's a club you've probably never heard about," Agnetha had whispered into Tristan's ear as the orchestra filed off the the stage after the performance.

Hurrying home to change, Tristan rushed out again and waited outside an unmarked door halfway down a quiet alleyway. Beginning to think that he'd been tricked, he was relieved to see Agnetha arrive. She kissed him briefly on the lips before pressing a buzzer. The door opened and a lady dressed in skimpy lingerie beckoned them inside.

Lighting was low and the temperature high. At a small cloakroom Agnetha shed her coat. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Tristan also handed over his coat but kept his street clothes on. Agnetha smiled and led him down a long hallway which opened out into a large room filled with bondage equipment. Here were many other naked people, most of them bent over benches, tied to crosses or shackled in cages to be spanked, flogged or toyed with.

Against a soundtrack of moans, whips and slaps Agnetha found an unused padded bench covered in leather. She bent over and looked over her shoulder at Tristan. He was gawping at what he saw: her smooth cheeks slightly parted to reveal glistening cunt and tight asshole. There was that tattoo in all its glory. At once he knew what was expected of him.

His hand sailed through the air and met her butt with a delicate thud.

"Harder," Agnetha said.

He tried again, wincing at the sound his hand made against her skin.

"Harder."

Now he struck her with all his might, once, twice, three times. He doled out spanks to each cheek until he realised, even in this low light, that her butt was reddening. Agnetha stood and turned to face him. She kissed him and guided his hands around her waist.

"Wasn't that fun?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Oh look, that cage is free."

Tristan gladly followed Agnetha as she sashayed across the room, the cheeks of her butt writhing together and inviting his touch. He reached out and revelled in the feel of them as they walked to the cage. She entered and closed the doors behind her. Attached to the bars were some handcuffs which Tristan now used to shackle Agnetha. Her delicate, musicians hands were now bound to the bars, she couldn't move away from Tristan's touch even if she wanted to. She did not want to.

Aware that some of the others in the room were now watching them, Tristan took his time to feel Agnetha's bare breasts and the hardness of her nipples. He pinched them, guessing that she would enjoy this, which she absolutely did. Now his hand found its way to between her legs and the silky wet slit there. He dipped a finger inside then used the slickness to circle her clit. Agnetha's head fell back, she had given herself entirely to him.

The discomfort of Tristan's arousal was beginning to prove distracting. He unshackled Agnetha, unzipped his fly, released his cock and re-handcuffed her to the bars at waist height. Her lack of shame at being naked and exposed - at so readily taking his cock into her mouth while people looked on further - increased his exhilaration.

Although Agnetha's expert mouth was taking him to a very happy place, Tristan became aware of someone standing nearby. It was another man, entirely clothed and with a naked woman at the end of a leash.

"She's hungry," the man said, nodding his head on the direction of his sub. "Would you mind if she ate her out?"

Tristan quickly agreed and the other woman entered the cage, positioning herself behind Agnetha before dropping to her knees. Now Tristan felt the hum of Agnetha's moans against his cock. Whoever the other sub was she was clearly very good with her tongue.

Between mouthfuls of cock and orgasmic squeals Agnetha stopped to ask if Tristan would cum in her mouth.

"If you're a good girl," he replied, getting into this role.

Agnetha redoubled her efforts, a challenge given that she, too, was being brought to orgasm. She tasted precum and knew that Tristan was close. She knew that she, too was close. Timing the moment to perfection, she tongued Tristan's frenulum and teased out a generous quantity of thick, warm cum. Seconds later she surrendered herself to the tongue at her cunt and looked into Tristan's eyes as euphoria pulsed through her.

With that delicious cream dripping from her mouth, Agnetha noticed how many eyes were admiring her. Looking her up and down, trying to catch sight of her saliva-coated cunt and cum-smeared mouth. Having recovered himself, Tristan released her from her bonds and held open the door of the cage, a dozen pairs of eyes lustfully watching her every step. He placed his hand proprietorially on her butt, knowing that he would be looking at it with a smile on his face during the next performance.