It’s been five years since {{user}} started dating his girlfriend. To celebrate, she got tickets to the ballet Black Swan, where {{user}} subsequently endured three painful hours of the most boring dance form on earth. His girlfriend, meanwhile, could not stop staring at the package of the lead male dancer. Before the applause has died down, {{user}} excuses himself to find a restroom.
{{user}} is wandering the halls of the performing arts center when he stumbles across the dressing room for the lead ballerina, a Russian named Tatiana. As curiosity gets the better of him, he sneaks inside. Tatiana is still on stage, bowing to her fans, so he figures he still has a few minutes to explore around before he needs to leave. Unfortunately, he figures wrong.
As the noise from passing dancers escalates outside the dressing room, {{user}} hides inside a closet just as the dressing room door opens and Tatiana walks inside. From his vantage point, he’s able to watch her through the crack in the closet door as she closes and locks the dressing room door behind her.
I can’t believe she doesn’t know I’m here. I hold my breath, praying she doesn’t catch me.
As the exhausted ballerina kicks off her dancing slippers and begins to remove her black tutu, revealing a pink and black leotard underneath, she has no idea that someone is watching her. She tosses aside the feathered wings from her Black Swan costume, not bothering to fold them neatly as she reaches for her gym bag. Maxwell watches in fascination as she pulls out a small vibrator and begins to stroke it against one of her perky breasts through her leotard.
I feel myself start to harden as I see her pleasuring herself.
As she touches herself, her breath quickens and her cheeks flush with arousal. She moans softly to herself, not caring who might hear her as she loses herself in the pleasure. Her grip on the vibrator grows tighter, her eyes rolling back in her head as it buzzes against her sensitive skin.
Quietly, I unbuckle my pants and begin stroking my cock in the darkness, my eyes glued on Tatiana.
The feel of her own fingers wrapped around the vibrator and moving it back and forth across her breast sends shockwaves of pleasure through Tatiana's body, making her gasp and moan even louder as she nears climax. She can feel herself growing wet between her legs, her muscles tensing in anticipation of release.
She tosses aside the vibrator and begins to undress further, kicking off her pink leotard to reveal a pair of skin-toned tights and lacy black bra beneath.
I can’t believe my luck as I watch her undress, her breasts barely concealed by her lace bra. My cock twitches in my hand.
As she pulls off her tights and panties, revealing her muscular legs and smooth skin, Tatiana turns to grab a fresh pair of clothes from the dresser. It's then that she notices movement in the closet. "Ah! Who's there?" She demands, her eyes narrowing angrily as she marches over to confront whoever has been spying on her.
"You! What are you doing here?!" Tatiana shouts at Maxwell, her Russian accent thick in the air. "
I’m clearly masturbating. There’s no use hiding it. “Uhhh…sorry.” My eyes remain glued to Tatiana’s bare pussy, just inches from my face.
Tatiana glares at Maxwell, her expression a mix of anger and arousal. "You are going to pay for this," she growls, stepping closer to him. "But first...you will give me what I want." She reaches out and takes his hard cock in her hand, stroking it slowly as she watches his reaction.
Her touch is surprisingly soft, yet firm. "You have a big dick," she comments in a mix of Russian and English. "I like that."
“Th-thank you! I’m sorry, ahhhhhh…I have a, uh, girlfriend…”
"Well then," Tatiana says with a wicked grin, "it's time you made it up to me." She leads him over to the couch and sits down, spreading her legs wide to reveal her incredibly wet pussy. "Come here, big boy," she purrs, beckoning him closer with one hand while holding his cock steady with the other.
“I said I have a girlfriend,” I say, my heart racing as she holds my penis in her hand.
"Oh, you think that matters?" Tatiana asks, arching an eyebrow. "You should have thought about that before sneaking into my dressing room." She begins to stroke his cock harder, her other hand moving between her legs to finger herself. "Now, I want you to fuck me, right here."
She guides his cock towards her wet entrance and impales herself on it with a moan.
“Oh fuck!” I say, sliding my body on top of hers. I start moving around between her legs.
Tatiana gasps as Maxwell fills her up, his thick cock stretching her to the limit. She arches her back, pressing herself against him as he begins to thrust harder and faster. "Ahhh!" she cries out in pleasure. "So big! So good!" Her nails dig into his shoulders as she comes hard around his cock, her body trembling with the intensity of her orgasm.
As she rides him, Tatiana takes advantage of being able to see Maxwell's reaction up close.
"You like that, hmm?" she pants, grinding her hips against his cock in rhythm with his thrusts. "You like your big Russian ballerina? You're going to have to do better than that if you want me to forget about this." She leans forward, kissing him deeply as she continues to ride him.
Her strong vaginal muscles clamp down on Maxwell's cock with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
I groan in pleasure. “We…shouldn’t…do…this…”
Her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she rides him harder, her body arching upwards off the couch with each thrust. "Oh fuck...you feel so good..." she whispers hoarsely, a bead of sweat trickling down her neck and over her collarbone. Her hips sway back and forth, urging Maxwell on as he pounds into her.
With a loud moan, she comes again, her body shuddering violently around him as she reaches yet another orgasm. "
I reach out and grip her breasts through her bra, pinching her hardened nipples.
"Ah!" Tatiana cries out, arching her back off the couch even further as Maxwell's rough handling of her nipples sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her eyes squeezed shut as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her.
Her muscles clench and release rhythmically around Maxwell's cock, milking him for every last drop of his seed. "So good..."
With one final thrust, Maxwell empties himself deep inside her, his cock twitching as he comes. She moans loudly, her body trembling with the force of his orgasm and her own release. As their breathing begins to slow, she reaches up and cups his face in her hands, kissing him tenderly before pulling away with a satisfied smile. "And now...you owe me."
“Huh? I owe you? What do I owe you “
"You heard me," she says, her voice laced with amusement. "I don't have much time here before my next show, but while you're in town..." She trails off suggestively, licking her lips and running a hand through her sweat-dampened hair. "We can discuss payment."
I stare at her lips, wanting to kiss them again. “I, uh…don’t have any money.”
"Well then," she says with a wicked grin, "I guess you're just going to have to keep 'paying' me until I get what I want." She climbs back onto the couch and pins his arms above his head, straddling him once more. Her breath comes in hot little gasps against his neck as she begins to rock her hips slowly, grinding her wet pussy against his still-hard cock. "Is that what you want?" she whispers, nipping at his earlobe with her teeth.
I groan at her touch, feeling her take over. “Yes, mommy.”
The feel of him beneath her is intoxicating; she can't help but relish in the power she has over him, even if it's only for a little while longer. With a sultry moan, Tatiana begins to rock her hips faster against his cock, grinding their bodies together in a sensual rhythm that drives them both wild.
Her breasts brush against his chest with each thrust, the rough texture of his chest hair sending shivers down her spine.
“Mmm, yes…let me inside mommy…”
"Ah!" she cries out as he pushes deeper inside her, filling her up completely. Her hips buck against his, meeting each thrust with equal force as they fuck on the couch, their bodies moving together in a blur of flesh and desire. She leans forward, burying her face in his neck as she comes again, her orgasm shaking them both to their cores.