“Yeah.”
He halted in front of her, gazing at her with a cocky smirk, then he grabbed her, lifted her up, and twirled her around, making her giggle with surprise. He gently placed her feet back on the floor, then he pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her waist. She reached up and draped her arms around his strong shoulders, and they swayed in time to the music, dancing close. It was a slow sensuous blues number, and Eleanor fell into the rhythm with him, swaying her hips and feeling sexy. She gazed up into his eyes and he winked.
“You dance well,” he said.
“Thank you. As do you. But you knew that.”
He smiled and opened his mouth to reply, but – to Eleanor’s squirming delight – he started to serenade her in a soulful voice which resonated through her body and sank deep into her thighs.
“Ohh… Eleanor,” he sang with a cheeky grin on his lips. “You’re the woman I’ve been waiting for… the woman who I adore…”
She laughed – certain he was just making up the words on the spot. But she was deeply flattered. They continued to dance together, and he moved his body even closer until he was pressing his hard
cock against her, letting her know how much he was enjoying it.
The bluesy number faded, and another track started up. It was much more upbeat, so he picked her up and spun her around, making her feel light and free. She laughed out loud, unable to hide her enjoyment. He placed her on the ground, then stepped back, and she twirled under his arm. He was right – this was like a first date. Fun, exciting, and full of optimism. But she suddenly wanted him to make her body ring out like last night. They gazed into each other’s eyes and he kissed her hard.
“Let’s go to the isolation booth,” he said. “I’ve spent many an hour in there fantasising about you on your knees in front of me… your sweet lips sucking my hard cock.”
Eleanor’s pussy surged with desire at this revelation. “Well, let’s make your fantasy become a reality,” she whispered.
He held her hand and led her over to the booth at the back of the room. It was roughly twice the size of an elevator, with red convoluted sponge blocks all around the walls to ‘deaden’ the sound. The red sponge even continued around the inside of the door, which Joseph was now closing firmly behind them. There was a mic stand in the corner, with a pair of headphones draped over it, and a breakfast-bar type chair in the centre, which was made of chrome and had a leather seat.
Joseph stepped behind her and massaged her shoulders, lowering his face to nibble her ear, and making her gasp with excitement. He slid his masterful hands forward to unfasten the buttons of her shirt, then he gripped the collar and stripped the shirt down, tying the sleeves behind her back, and rendering her a slave to whatever pleasure he wanted to give her. She thrust her chest forward, breathing deeply, knowing she looked good in her black bra.
He massaged her now-bare shoulders, and bit her neck. “Your body belongs to me now, and I don’t want any other guy touching you.” He rubbed his rock-hard erection against her ass. “Feel how much you turn me on, sweetheart?”
She breathed hard and nodded.
“Good.” He unhooked her bra, then threw it to the floor. “Sit down.”
On lust-filled legs, Eleanor strode over topless and sat on the chair, feeling an overwhelming yearning rush through her. Joseph stood in front of her and stepped between her thighs, so that his pelvis was in her face. He gazed deeply into her eyes, delivering lust directly into her soul, then he placed his hands on her bare shoulders and bent to kiss her, teasing his tongue into her mouth and grinning with arousal.
“Suck me off,” he said.
Eleanor nodded. Joseph stood up straight and rubbed his leather trousers in her face. His erection was straining in there. She reached up and unzipped his fly, then tugged his huge cock out of his trousers, fondling it between her fingers and enjoying the feel of it in her hand. Joseph was still fully clothed – with his shirt hanging off his shoulders revealing his sculpted torso – and it felt illicit; like they were having a naughty fling. Which of course they were.
Eleanor leaned forward and rested her hand on Joseph’s hip, then she wrapped her lips around his gorgeous cock and sucked hard, swirling her tongue around the tip and treating him to a no-hands blow job. Joseph groaned and grunted as he thrust his hips in her face.
“Yes, Eleanor!”
Eleanor grinned, relishing the control she was exerting over him. She smothered some saliva onto the head of his cock, and mixed it into his seeping pre-cum with her tongue, then she plunged his erection into her mouth, taking him deep.
Joseph grinned with lust-filled eyes, and reached down to grab a handful of her hair in his fingers, which made her feel sexy and dominated. She fell into a long slow rhythm, sliding her lips up and down his shaft, and enjoying the thrill of giving him this wonderful experience.
He suddenly let go of her hair and pulled away. “You’re so fucking good at that, babe. But I’ve got other plans for you…”
Joseph stripped off his undone shirt, making sure Eleanor got a good look at his toned pecs and shoulders. Then he held out his hand. “Stand up.”
Eleanor’s pussy was throbbing with desire now. She stood and he kissed her hard, pressing his fit body against her.
“Turn around,” he commanded.
Eleanor was overwhelmed by a wave of lust, but – on trembling legs – she turned to face the chair. Joseph stepped close behind her to fondle her nipples as he nibbled her neck, filling her with euphoric desire. He reached his hands further down and hitched up her skirt slowly, revealing her panties – pausing to have a long desirous look. “Very fuckable ass,” he murmured into her ear, running his hands over her butt and squeezing hard. “It’s mine now. My ass. I’m claiming it. Right?”
Eleanor’s pussy contracted with passion, desperate for him to take her hard and fast from behind. He breathed in her ear and peeled down her panties, then he reached around and gently rubbed her throbbing clit.
“Yes, Joseph.”