If you liked her first Bedtime Story, you will LOVE this one. Trust me on this.
Take it away, Sweet Temptation!
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Moving to the Blues
We follow the sound of the music down the street and find the source in small club. The musicians have drawn quite a crowd and I can hear why, they are hot. The perfect blues trio; drums, bass and guitar. Not a table in sight, so we work our way over to the bar and order drinks. Sparkling water for him, mojito on the rocks for me. He takes my hand and says “Let’s try back that way.” He leads me to a back corner where there is one forgotten high top with a lone bar stool. He lets me sit because my boots are starting to make my feet ache. Now I can really start paying attention to the music.
I have a confession to make. Blues music, really hot slow blues music, makes me horny. Not the scratchy Delta blues, not the honky-tonk Memphis blues, but deep down, dirty, soulful Chicago style blues. There are certain guitar notes that make my nipples hard; and when the guitar player bends the note and gives it some vibe the feeling goes straight to my clit.
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| The Real Sweet Temptation |
The trio starts another song, opening with a ringing guitar note that has my clit standing up for attention. Sensing my excitement my man gives one nipple a little pinch and it’s all I can do not to moan out loud. Meanwhile his hand has worked its way to my panties. He cups and presses my crotch and my pussy responds; opening and wetting the fabric. One finger traces the elastic and slides underneath. I open my thighs more. He rubs along my slit, separating my pussy lips and dipping into all the moisture there. The guitarist bends another perfect note as a finger plucks my clit. I respond with a small gush of wetness. I’m leaning back into his body. I can feel the hard press of his dick against my lower back. His lips are against my ear whispering to me. “Stand up.”
As I stand up he slides onto the stool behind me. Before I know what’s happening he’s pulled my skirt around to place the opening at the back and pulled me backward onto his lap, my thighs draped on either side of his legs. I hook the heels of my boots on the rungs of the stool to keep from falling off. I don’t know how he’s managed it, but his dick is out of his pants. He draws my panties to one side. His warm hard cock now slides along my slit, riding the slick wetness, taking unerring aim on my cunt. I lean forward against the table and press my hips back. With a bit of maneuvering the head of his cock pushes into my cunt and sits there, throbbing.
The music gets my attention again. The bass player has opened a pulsing riff that seems matched by the pulsing cock inside me. We are barely moving, a real silent fuck. The music takes over for what would otherwise be the thrusting and pounding of cock and pussy. The trio presses on, building and jamming. The drums pound like the beat of our hearts; the frantic strumming on the guitar matches the fingers strumming on my clit; the throb of the bass mimics the throb of cock. It’s almost as if my man and the band were fucking me, all of us in this together. And suddenly we’ve reached the peak together, band synced on the last notes, my pussy clenching around the cock that’s shooting its load inside me.
Gradually he slides out and we quickly readjust our clothes. Appetites satisfied but wetted at the same time we leave. As we’re working our way to the door we pass the band on its break. “Nice set” I say.
Sweet Dreams,
Sweet Temptation
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Doc here again... Many thanks to the lovely and very dirty minded Sweet Temptation for another great piece of fiction. Keep them coming, Miss!
Thanks,
Doc