I waited several minutes outside the prop room door, giving my daughter and her "companion" a chance to get themselves together. I was a ball of emotions. Anger at my daughter was tops, but I wasn't sure why. I hadn't exactly been a good role model lately. Jealousy too? I certainly couldn't deny what my body felt as I listened to the sounds I only imagined to be what they really were. Finally, I decided to confront the pair inside.
I opened the prop room door without knocking. I wasn't prepared for the sight that confronted me. I thought I'd given them enough time, but they had other ideas.
The black devil I had spoken to earlier, who incidentally was the one who had so thoroughly fucked my mouth just a week ago, was lying flat on his back on a short bench. He was, as far as I could see, naked. My daughter sat astride his midsection, his cock still imbedded inside her. Her face was flushed and they were both sweating. She didn't' even hear me come in the room, she was so far into her own feelings. Damn, my husband's little penis squishes out of me two seconds after he cums, but this guy stays put!
"Ahem!" I was looking into my daughter's eyes as I brought her out of her reverie.
"Mom! I... we... oh, mom! Even though her face was anguished, her body betrayed her as she continued to ever so slightly rock back and forth, grinding the cock that remained inside her. "Please, mom... I don't know what happened. It just, well, it just happened. Please understand?"
"It's OK honey. Just wait in the car. I'll be right there. Rehearsal was canceled. "
"Oh, jeez mom, I... well... thanks. " My daughter placed her feet on the floor and stood up over her devil. Her wet, well-screwed vagina raised up and up and up, and his long cock, shiny with their juices, just didn't' stop. Finally, when she swung her leg over him, his amazing cock plopped out and smacked him in his hard belly. It lay there, still hard, and it was all I could do not to stare at it.
"Here, honey, take my coat and wait in the car. I'll be right there. It's OK, alright? It's OK. " I gave her a quick hug as I wrapped my coat around her and sent her off.
"Now, let's talk about you," I said to the still naked, still prone, still hard devil before me. "After all that's happened, I don't even know your name. "
"Willy. I'm Willy. What do you want to talk about? It just happened, just like she said. She was helping me try on these dumb outfits, she got a look at my cock (at which point he grabbed and stroked the shining spear as it started to rise from his stomach) and you know what happens when that happens. " He smiled at me, knowing that I knew only too well what that meant. His cock had risen to full hardness and I struggled to look at him, not his cock. It was a loosing struggle. Amazingly, it was fully hard and erect. As shiny and black and hard as I remembered it as it flooded my mouth with it's potency. My husband can barely fuck me twice a week, yet Willy could fuck me, I mean could fuck someone every ten minutes.
"Willy, this has to stop. This is a ballet club, not a sex club. " That is a sex club, I thought to myself as my eyes continued to talk to his cock instead of him. "What we're going to do is find you guys some appropriate gear to wear on stage, and everything will return to normal, alright?"
Willy swung his feet to the floor, his cock sticking up straight and proud and far, far from his body. "Ma'am, you don't look to good. Why don't you sit for a minute?" I knew that I was sweating and that my heart was racing. My face felt flush and the room started to feel a little stifling. I suspected it wasn't the right thing to do, but I sat on the bench near Willy. I thought he would be all over me, but instead he stood up and paced the room. His mighty, beautiful cock bobbed with each step he took. "Ma'am, I think we found something for us to wear. I was just trying it on when, well, you know. " He grabbed some red material sitting on a plastic package and stepped into what was another type of dance kilt. "I think this one should cover me, what do you think?"
I glanced at the package. According to the label, the kilt was 14 inches long. I looked at Willy and, my god, the shiny, pulsing head of his erect cock, standing parallel to the ground, came right to the very edge of the fabric! 14 inches! OK, maybe take away an inch or two for the waist, but still! His cock was at least a foot long! I couldn't take my eyes from the shining head, a drop of wetness forming at his slit. The pulsing of his cock made it look like it was blowing me wet kisses. Oh god, warm wet kisses. "Ma'am... MA"AM!" He shook me from my dream stare at his cock, obviously enjoying the power he was exercising over me. "What do you think? Am I covered?" He stepped closer, his cock now just inches from my face. Memories of the amazing face fucking, and the magnificent orgasm this cock had given me last week surged through my brain.
"You are not covered Willy. I can see... I can see your penis. " I said as calmly as I could.
"Really? You can see my penis?" he asked, mocking my use of the word. He and I both knew this was a cock in every sense of the word. "Maybe if you pull the material over it, my penis won't be visible. What do you think?"
