Kylie Minogue: After the concert
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It was an hour after Kylie's kiss me once show had ended when Leon found himself standing outside Kylie Minogue's changing room door. He lifted his hand to knock and hesitated, he'd only recently joined her tour group as a replacement backup dancer, tonight had been his first time in front of an audience and sure enough he'd screwed up. It was only a small mistake, a brief and well recovered stumble when his foot caught the edge of a step as he moved. The rest of the dancers had been good to him about it back stage, "happens to everyone eventually" they said, but it didn't help. It was still him and no one else she had summoned to her room, she might have a reputation as a sweetheart but he was the one that screwed up on his first night on stage with her, and everyone knew how seriously she took her work. Letting out a sigh, he figured it was best to get whatever tongue lashing she had in store for him over with and knocked.
"Come in," said a smooth voice beyond the door, pushing the door open he walked in and nearly stopped mid-step. Kylie was standing fixing herself a cup of tea, wearing a fluffy white dressing gown that stopped mid thigh showing off her perfectly smooth legs.
"Would you like one?" She asked turning with a smile and making eye contact with him.
"Sorry, what?" He said trying to clear his head with a brief shake, he'd been prepared for a stern word not to be greeted by his boss in a near state of undress.
"Tea?" She said whilst holding up her cup, with a slightly amused smile on her face.
"Oh no, thank you," he said taking a breath.
"I know why I'm here its..." he started to say.
"Oh do you now?" interrupted Kylie with a cocked eyebrow whilst she slowly stirred her tea, before calmly turning away from him and walking to the door, her hips giving a subtle yet visible sway even through her fluffy gown.
"I highly doubt that," she spoke to the door as she turned a key and the lock made a solid click.
"So why don't you tell me why you think your here," she spoke as she turned and casually leaned back placing her hands behind her on the door.
"Err because I slipped earlier?" he replied, his voice sounding as confused as he looked.
Kylie smiled before slowly and calmly shaking her head, she left the door and started walking towards him.
"That sort of thing happens to everyone at some point, what's about to happen to you however certainty does not," she finished standing barely a foot from him, looking up his dark 6' frame.
She paused a moment to let it sink in before continuing without breaking eye contact.
"I heard a very pleasant rumour earlier, that your costumes had to have a certain intimate part adjusted," as she spoke her Aussie accent highlighted the last words to roll off her tongue. As she reached forward and used her right hand to firmly grasp his heavy balls and now growing cock through his shorts. Her bright blue eyes widening briefly as she let out a soft dramatic "oh" before a teasing smirk appeared on her face and she pulled her hand and herself away from him, and went to her dresser and started to rummage through a draw.
He just stood there and watched her, his brain still trying to process what had just happened, his cock was way ahead of him and rapidly growing to form an impressive tent.
Kylie let out a happy "ah ha" before quickly turning to face him and hiding something in her hand behind her. Her eyes drawn to the now bulging front of his cut-offs making her smile widen before she made a show of checking out the rest of him before her gaze ended making contact with his eyes again.
"Now pay attention," She spoke in a thick, authoritative yet seductive tone, one that left no doubt to her level of experience.
"Its been a while since I've had some fun, especially with what looks to be a nice Big Black Cock," she said emphasising the words.
"And this is what's going to happen, you're going to drop those shorts and then your going to lie down and let me play," she said taking a step closer whilst she brought her hand in front of her showing 3 red rubber cock rings in 3 different sizes hanging off her index finger.
"And when I've finished having my fun with you, long as you don't come before I say you can, maybe, just maybe I'll let you have some fun with me," she finished running the tip of her tongue over her teeth like a predator.
He, like any sane man didn't question her proposition and promptly pulled his shirt off and shoes before hooking his thumbs into the waist band of his cut-offs. He paused and looked at her, her gaze felt hot with its intensity, he waited just long enough for her eyes to start to narrow in annoyance before he pushed down hard his shorts falling to his feet before he did his best to look calm as when he kicked them off. Kylie didn't breathe for a moment as she took him in, dark black skin over a healthy athletic physic, he stood with his feet shoulder width apart allowing her to get a good look at him, his left hand had slight nervous shake to it. But she was far more interested in the large thick cock he was sporting, sticking up at a nearly 30 degrees, fighting its own weight which pulled it down, with an appropriately large pair of bollocks hanging below.
She took a deep breath and pulled her fiery eyes away from his crotch to look him in his, gesturing with her hand as she spoke.
"Get on the fucking floor."
He wasted no time in laying down on the cold laminate floor as she quickly snatched a tube of KY from her dresser before sauntering back to his supine form. Pausing to slowly run the side of her foot along the considerable length of his cock whilst admiring her soon-to-be toy, shifting her gaze to his eyes as she repositioned her foot onto his chest and firmly pressed down.