This is the third instalment of an 18-year-old music student's new career in the sex industry. In the first instalment, she was hired by the husband and wife team of escort agency owners who discover she is still a virgin. In the second, she sets out in a limo to her first appointment to a man who has outbid other men for the privilege of taking her cherry. There is an erotic adventure in the limo. In this instalment she has arrived at her soon-to-be lover's penthouse.
"Celeste" was light-headed as she looked at the rich wood of the closed penthouse apartment door. This was her first appointment as an escort and she knew she would soon lose her virginity to the man on the other side of the door.
She felt a bit of apprehension but a much larger dose of primal urgency shouting from her throbbing pussy. Every one of her senses; smell, touch, taste, hearing seemed to be flooding her brain at a new and higher level as the door opened. The sensory overload made her a bit dizzy as she rushed toward the tall man who had stepped back, bowed slightly and directed her into the entranceway with a sweeping arm gesture. She could see and smell the old oak flooring and the rich crimson oriental carpets. She swayed a bit and needed to steady herself by holding the strong arm of her, soon-to-be lover. As they walked down the short hallway to the grand living room, she instinctively stroked the rich cloth of his sports jacket and drank in the pungent odor of his cologne. Paintings of a classic style adorned the walls.
As she entered the huge room, she saw three large leather sofas forming a U in the center of the room with a stool and a stand to hold sheeted music at the open side of the U. This was just like the equipment she practiced her cello with every day except there was one difference and it was placed behind her stool. A fine looking antique straight-back chair. She started to wonder what that was for when ...............................................
The gentleman at her side said in a firm tone and pointed, "Bradley, please place the young lady's cello over there."
The chauffer hustled and did what he was told. Again the firm tone, "That will be all, Bradley. I will call you when our beautiful musician's performance is completed." And the hired man was dismissed. Mr. R. looked down at the young lady and admired her fresh beauty. He finished walked all the way down and introduced himself to her all the while drinking in her innocence. My goodness, she looked too young but as a licensed escort she must be at least eighteen.
"Goodnight and welcome to my home, my dear. You can call me R. I am the person you will be entertaining tonight.'
He offered her his arm and proceeded to walk the short way to the setup for her cello. He loved the trusting way she clung to his arm as she drank in her new surroundings. He could smell the spring-like flowery scent of her perfume. Her complexion was alabaster white with a natural pink blush on her cheeks. Her glistening long straight auburn hair was tied in a bun that accentuated her long slender neck. Her eyes were demurely lowered and he could see her impossibly long dark eyelashes and the perfect natural arches of her eyebrows. He was mesmerized as he gazed at her beauty when she suddenly looked up with wide deep brown perfect eyes into his. It was like being hit with a thousand bolts of electricity and it took his breath away. He felt a deep sense of caring and slowly brought the back of his hand up and gently stroked her silken cheek as their eyes locked for several moments.
Celeste closed her eyes, smiled and leaned into his hand as he stroked her cheek. When she opened her eyes slightly, she could see the top buttons of his black silken shirt were discreetly undone exposing his manly defined chest with just the right amount of curly black hair.
From his vast experience, he could see that this young thing was in full sexual heat from the episode in the limo plus the undeniable truth that a girl's body of her maturity wants a needs a good fucking. Given the state of affairs, he decided to move things along a bit faster than he had planned.
"You are even lovelier that I even imagined. How would you like to play me a song on your cello? It is my favorite instrument."
She nodded and murmured, "Of course sir. It would be my pleasure."
Mr. R. smiled knowingly at this remark. He liked when she called him sir and he knew it would be HIS pleasure too. Celeste reluctantly lets go of his arm and takes her cello and bow from the case as well as a music book and sits on the stool prepared to play. He looks down at her;
"And what are you going to play for me, my dear?"
"Ravel's Bolero is one of my favorites and I hope you like It." came her reply.
"Wonder of wonders", he thought. "This is the sexiest classical piece ever composed." Some of his greatest fucks have happened while he listened to Bolero.
"I love it too my dear. Great choice. Let me rest in behind you to feel your energy as you play."
Without waiting for a reply, he sat in the chair behind her and pulled it closer. It was the exact right height so that his legs were spread while touching and encircling her hips and firm ass. He pulled down his zipper and pulled out his meaty seven inch cock and perfectly shaven balls. Then by shifting forward a bit he nestled his semi-hard cock in the crack between her young buns with only the cool soft silken dress between him and her satiny skin. As she tuned her cello, she was happy that he liked Bolero and it felt secure when he nestled in behind her. She could hear a zipper being pulled down behind her and then he moved closer as he placed his hands on his knees so that she had room to play her instrument.
The first part of Bolero is soft and playful. The acoustics of the room were wonderful with all the rich wood and deep carpets. Soon, Celeste was in her normal reverie as she fell into the spell of the music. Mr. R was also in a reverie as the sweet young musician moved her body to the strong rhythm of the symphony. As she rocked her torso back and forth and he could feel her ass cheeks rhythmically clenching around his manhood that was up against the crack of her ass. It was driving him mad. He reached around to the front of her blouse and cupped her breasts through the silken fabric. He was amazed that she barely skipped a beat in her playing. He rolled the hardening tips between his thumbs and forefingers. If he had been in front of her, he would have seen a crimson blush flash over her cheeks along with a sweet smile of pleasure cross her countenance.
Celeste thought, "My goodness, those strong hands on my breasts feel so wonderful. It reminds me of my handsome cello professor that caressed them like that."
She tried to concentrate on her music as she could feel him slowly unbuttoning her blouse. It seemed like it was taking forever to expose her heaving chest to his touch but thankfully when he was halfway down the buttons, he violently ripped the blouse apart sending the remaining buttons shooting across the floor. He had tried to linger but had failed as his instincts made him groan and rip open her clothing in a rush to get his hands on her bare globes. They were as soft as silk and perfect. Her tits had a womanly weight as he cupped them. He stroked the sides of her breast and gradually worked his hands down to the tips. He smiled as he found the nipples were now rock hard bullets as the young virgin was getting very aroused. He nestled his lips into the base of her neck below her ear and kissed the soft skin as he felt the strong throbbing of her artery beating below in time to the rhythms of Bolero that were singing exaltedly from the cello. Her breasts jiggled seductively with each stroke of the bow in her hands as she played.
He reached down to his rock hard penis that was now leaking precum from its tip and with his finger spread the silken lubricant over the sensitive head of his cock. This sent a shot of testosterone into the primal part of his brain that urged him onward.
Celeste could feel her girly parts were getting extremely wet and throbbing with a passion like nothing she had ever felt before. He had dropped one hand from her breast for a few moments but now it was coming back up and she thought, "Sweet mother, he is pulling up my skirt!"
She looked down between her exposed breasts and could see both of his hands lifting up her skirt and bunching it above her waist. She could even see her white panties that were now drenched around her camel-toe with her pussy juice. He then was forcefully pulling it from under her bum so that she could feel the coldness of the stool on the flesh of her ass and the warm hardness of his penis through the sheer fabric of her panties against the crack of her buttocks. Instincts took over at that moment and that manly weapon became the center of her focus even as other pleasures washed over her sense. Deep down, she instinctively knew she needed that part of him inside her. Her cello playing took on a stronger passionate tone that Ravel had certainly strived for.
Looking over her shoulder, he could see her beautiful full alabaster tits swaying as the student played on even as he was yanking her skirt from under her ass. "Fantastic," he thought when he looked between the breasts and below. "She has worn the white panties like I told her. Ahh, I see the wet patch at the V. She is truly mine."
Her knees were spread widely around the cello leaving an inviting open triangle between the instrument and her panty covered womanhood. He could smell the sweet scent of pussy juice wafting up to his nostrils. He smiled, licked his lips and dipped his hand into that glorious area. By habit he ran his thumbnail from the bottom of the wet panty along split of her cunt slowly from the bottom near her asshole to the top where the sensitive clitoris resides.
