theres no one else like Mr Cool......
Panic attack subsiding, i turned to scan the room and slowly it dawned on me: this is where they keep the cellos.
the perfect red hued instrument, the one that he must have touched and played a thousand times or more.
instinctivly somehow, i know this one is His, and it takes everything in my power not to just reach out and stroke the G string.
In shock a moment i panic, wondering if i should leave; surely this is an area in which no one is allowed. why had the door been unlocked?
I glance around, the room is quite dark , and I'm feeling uneasy, but no one would even know if i just.....? its not like I'm going to play it, right?
the hand, of its own valition, stretched toward the perfect smoothness of the f hole..
"Ah-ah!" came a clipped voice from a cross the room, I startled , nearly leaping backward and out of my skin. There he stood, quietly in the dark just out of reach, how long had he been there laughing, watching me plot the molestation of his cello? How had i not seen him there?
He stepped foreward til he was close, about arms length away, and i froze, my right hand still in midair , this he grabbed by the wrist firmly in his sculpted musician hand, speaking in a low growl, his eyes flashing fire into mine.
" I wouldnt, if I were you."
His voice was like the reverberation of the instrument itself, and i felt my cunt dampening. Oh, those vicious, daring eyes, staring down into mine, I couldnt help but smile and i caught the microflicker of a grin in return, the stern face almost unwavering, but... amused?.
If i was caught then i might as well be caught. I might as well touch the cello. I wasnt going to get this far and NOT touch it.
.
Gazing into his face defiantly, heart racing, i simply couldn't resist, and reached out with the other hand, crossing in between us, and plucked the G string. it twanged and i felt my loins moisten more, his hand still tight on the wrist he spun me to face away from him, wrapping me in that arm and lifted my short skirt up at the back, groping and gripping my ass as he began to grind his pelvis into my rear, muttering something that sounded nasty in Finnish,"Mitä vittua !" then quietly, that deep and measured voice came in English,heavy breathing in my ear
" Alright then girl, you want to defy this cellist? I make you pay."
i was not objecting, and holding me tight to him, he spanked my left cheek hard, repeatedly, over and over until i was nearly yelping with the pain, but uttered not a sound for fear he would Stop. He seemed the sort to want a reaction on my end in order to finish.
" What ? " he growled in to my ear from behind. " Nothing? Not a peep? You really are a bad girl. "
then he began on the other side til it was red and stinging, that firm hand keeping time as he pressed his hardening cock into my thigh.
Unable to help myself, i groaned, just quietly, . and his cock grew , jabbing at me. " Thats right." he whispered.
"I want you to scream for me." face to face to face now, he reached out and undid my blouse , two buttons at a time, squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples, the other hand never leaving my wrist, but now holding it down behind my back, so that i would be unable to move away. His face drew near to mine and he started kissing , roughly, gently, all over my mouth and neck, til i was practically begging him to put his cock in my mouth. luckily it wasnt long though, until he reached down and undid his fly instead and ordered me to my knees, taking my hair by the back of the head and directing me to open, suck. I licked the head slowly , passionate but gentle at first, until he crammed it in as far as it would go, in one deep mouthfilling stroke, gagging me in the process, he pulled out a bit, oh lord, and in again, not so deep this time, but obviously frustrated with my limitations" ..Take it all the way in, ". I shook my head, Not going to happen, baby, not possible. I tried my best but deep was not deep enough for this man, every time he hit the back of my throat, it would be okay for awhile but then , it would be too much and i couldn't breathe.
He swore at me again in Finnish, this time withdrawing, hand still buried in my hair and yanked me up in this way,firmly.
" Get up." as i stood, he flipped me around again. By now my panties were soaked through, and he pulled them down to past my knees, then off and tossed them in a random direction.
" Bend." he instructed and i leaned forward, hands bracing, chest first onto the nearby table, as he readied his perfectly shaped cock in short powerful strokes; it glistened now,bulging and angled slightly upward,lightly veined and harder than ever. He looked over my exposed flesh, probing my tight ,waiting hole with his finger. It felt like eternity until he brought himself close , and finally vigorously pushed inside, left hand gripping my hip and his right now pushing my neck down on the table, fingers entangled in hair, pulling slightly, like the reigns on a horse; I turned my head to look at him, and he slapped my cheek, sharply.
" Eyes down! Don't look at me now;look away." he said and faster, harder pushed himself in and out of my cunt, building up as my lower half gripped him tight, pulsating closer and closer to orgasm as he thrust . My silence broke and the moans burst forth ,i lay my head down on the table wrapped up in the bliss i was experiencing as he fucked me. He built up then, his grunts getting deeper and cascading with my own,groaning "Voi luoja..." and pulled out, turning me around and forcing to my knees once more, shoving his nearly exploding cock into my still hungry mouth. " Yes. Please" i begged,reaching up to play with his balls as i sucked, stroking with my other hand until it went in, all the way in this time, and i was finally hands free, left hand bracing on his leg as he mouth fucked me, rubbing my clit with the right.
I was so close that even his huge cock filling my mouth didn't deter the moans escaping my lips, and the pressure mounted so that i was about to blow, he slowed down, nearly stopping and then finally , pulled out of my mouth and in three short strokes came all over my lips and breasts, his eyes intently focussed but dreamy, then gently rubbing his softening cock on my lips so that i could suck it dry as i came on my own two fingers, drenching my thighs and hand below.
exhausted i sat on the floor, He did up his pants and sat down next to me, demeanor changing now.His hand gentle on my face, kissing my cheek, staring in to my eyes.
" Thank you . " he said, nuzzling my chin. " Not such a bad girl after all?" We laughed and he buried his face in my neck, i kissed his hair , and wondered.. ...where the hell did my panties go?.
We stood, and he took my hand, briefly "Come on, now.NOW I will let you touch my cello."
