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I squished my thighs together, feeling the bare flesh and my obvious wetness. Damn him!
The short dress and knickerless state were my fantasy come real and I’d fed it to him on a platter, not that he needed the cues. The moment the front door shut behind us, he was in my crotch, probing and spreading my folds apart.
“Wet girl.”
He grinned and I backed away from him, seeing the eagerness in his bright eyes.
He didn’t extricate his hand from my sex. He pressed it there, walking me backward into the main room.
“Please, don’t make me come yet,” I implored, shuffling on my tiptoes and holding onto his shoulders for balance.
“That’s your choice.” He smirked. “In any case, what makes you think it will be the once?”
I nearly came then on his hand. I hopped about, dancing a silly jig, and he shoved a finger up inside me. I laughed.
“What?” He cocked his head to one side.
“I’m a finger puppet.” I giggled.
We’d not stopped moving and my bottom struck something behind—the piano stool.
I expected him to detour me around the piano, but he halted and released me from his probing digit. “Dress off.”
I complied in an instant. No bra and the sight of my breasts lit up his face. He dragged the stool to one side and removed the music on the rack, lying the lectern flat. After releasing the leg prop, he lowered the top board, protecting the mechanism and strings. I watched, bemused at his swift actions. Sex on his beloved piano? Surely not.
He returned to stand in front of me. “Now where was I? Um. Tormenting your poor pussy. Legs apart, Mausi.”
How I loved his little commands. Those do-it-without-question instructions in his deep voice. I shuffled my feet apart, giving him access. He trailed a finger down from my navel and over my mound. I flinched, not with fear, but sheer excitement. He lifted the hood of my clitoris and gave it a small pinch. I stumbled backward, lost my balance and sat on the keyboard. A crash of notes sounded, discordant and loud. I bounced back up again. “Sorry.”
“Oh, that’s fine. We’re going to make music. Special, sexy music.”
My eyes widened. I’d not expected him to use his piano as a prop for our sex games. I reached behind, feeling the warm keys with my fingertips. I spread my arms sideways, tracking the black and white keys until I came to the edge of the piano. Groping, I located the shelves on either side and I gripped each one. With my legs apart, I’d spread-eagled myself on the front of a grand piano. My nipples went rigid, and below, his hand glided up and down my slit, igniting a fiery heat in my pussy.
He bent over and sucked on a breast, drawing the nipple into his mouth and elongating it with the tip of his teeth. I held my breath, expecting the sharp pain of a bite, but he let go. He repeated his tease on the other side and I moaned. While he worked his magic below, keeping me on the edge of an orgasm, he kissed my neck or nipped my lower lip. I sank onto the keyboard, slowly enough to not make a sound, and took the weight off my splayed legs.
He stepped away from me, creating a breathing space and a view of his bulging pants. He released his stiff cock. I eyed it, letting its dimensions add to my arousal. He posed, erection in hand, and still fully clothed—an increasingly big turn-on for me, to be fucked with him dressed. I waited, my motionless bottom perched soundlessly on the keys. My heart raced, thumping against my chest.
He bolstered my ass with his hands, lifted me a fraction and off the keys. He squeezed the tips of his fingers into my fleshy cheeks and groaned. He aimed the knob of his cock at my entrance and teased my opening. I tilted my head back, willing him to enter. He pressed slightly, leaning into me, and we hit a few keys. The sudden noise came from the soundboard behind me and it made me jump.
“It’s okay,” he murmured. “Hold tight.”
A thunderous noise greeted his thrust. Beneath my bottom, the backs of his hands landed on the keyboard and the flurry of notes echoed about the room. I clung onto the shelves on each side of the keyboard and my back rammed into the edge of the upright fallboard—the lid used to cover the keys. I winced.
My discomfort caught his attention. Before he withdrew and thrust hard again, he wrapped an arm around my back, cushioning me. Another tinkle of notes greeted his penetration as I knocked the keys.
“Put your legs around me.”
I stretched my calves behind the backs of his legs and crossed my ankles. He released my ass and, with the extra support about my waist, he locked me in an embrace. “Play for me,” he murmured.
Every pounding thrust of his cock resulted in my buttocks knocking the keys as I dipped over the notes and landed. He rocked his pelvis, swinging into me, and we found our rhythm—a tuneless stream of notes. I closed my eyes, confident in his grip, and let myself go.
It wasn’t a position to maintain for long. I sensed the strain in both of us, holding our muscles taut. I couldn’t come, even though my pussy buzzed, enjoying the way he abrasively plundered my delicate innards. He halted, panti
ng, and I lowered my wobbly legs onto the floor.
“Turn around.”
I quivered with nervous energy, clutching my hands together as I spun around. The keyboard might have been low, but the shelf above was higher than my waist. With one hand on my knee, he lifted my leg up and onto the board, splitting me apart. I bent over, hopping on one leg, and he wasted no time in fucking me from behind. I lay my shoulders on the top board and my other foot lifted off the ground. The rounded edges of the piano afforded little protection from his pounding thrusts. The piano legs creaked and the strings hummed beneath me, caught up by the vibrations of my body on the wood.
