The Performance 7

The strangest thing happened while I was sleeping last night. Sometime in the middle of the night, my dream began to change. One moment I was performing on stage as a back up dancer for my favorite artist, the crowd screaming and cheering... and the next I was on a very different stage.

My pretty dancing costume had vanished, and I was left naked on a platform. The eyes of the audience reached for me from the darkness, the space around me the only illuminated spot. I could feel their anticipation dance on my skin, and I shivered with delight.

That was when I realized that I wasn't able to move an inch. I had been tied with my arms above my head, and it was stretching my body out until it was at its fullest length. My legs had been separated wide apart with a bar, leaving the cool air to whisper against my pussy lips.

Despite my nakedness, my back felt warm, and I realized why when I felt a hand reach around and tug on one nipple. Another naked body pressed into mine, and I could feel a hard cock press against the cleft of my ass.

I moaned and closed my eyes as you pinched and rolled my hard tip between your fingers. The exquisite pain shot through my body and right to my pussy, and I felt myself grow warm and wet.

You growled in my ear, and ordered me to open my eyes and look at the audience. My eyes flew open and I looked, my breathing growing heavy. I could see my pleasure reflected back at me in the dimly lit faces that watched you play with my body.

Your other hand traced down my side, stroking my skin and appreciating my shivers. Your fingers got closer and closer to touching me where I wanted you, where I could feel my pulse beating. I whimpered as you gave my nipple an extra hard tug, and your cock against my ass twitched.

The inside of my thighs were already coated with my need for you. When your fingers finally found my center and dipped inside, we both moaned at the wet sound they made.

Too soon you pulled back out, your fingers covered in my wetness. As I whimpered a protest at the loss, you showed the audience your dripping fingers and they clapped.

Then you whispered in my ear that we were far from done, and you held your fingers up to my face. Obediently I opened my mouth and you placed them inside. The taste of my pussy filled my own mouth, and I stroked your fingers with my tongue, imagining it was your hard cock between my lips.

You told me what a good slut I was as you pulled your fingers out of my mouth and moved them back to my pussy. Good sluts with wet pussies get rewarded, you said as you played with my clit and nipple.

I was already moaning, but when you pushed two fingers inside me I cried out. I begged you for more, and you so kindly added a third finger. You stroked my gspot, and my knees gave out so that I was being held up by my hands, your arm around me, and by the hard grip you had on my pussy.

The feel of you stroking inside me, the pressure of being filled, and the electric pain in my nipple began to push me to the edge. You kept going, bringing me closer and closer, praising me for being such a good slut for you, encouraging me to cum on your fingers.

When your other hand left my aching nipple and pressed my clit, I felt my whole body squeeze together and dive over the edge of bliss. My eyes closed involuntarily, cutting off my view of the watching eyes.

I heard myself moaning, and just as I thought I was coming back down you pinched my clit and stroked inside my pussy again. Suddenly I was falling once more, lost to the sensation of you inside me.

When I opened my eyes again, the darkness of my bedroom greeted me. My heart was pounding and as I breathed heavily I reached down and found my panties soaked through.

Sighing, I checked the time on my phone, and decided it wasn't too early to get up. But first, I opened up messages and sent a quick good morning text to you...and told you I had the most wonderful dream.