“You can look now,” He said, dropping his hand from my eyes.
Slowly, I opened my eyes. There was a door in front of us. It was wooden, with a golden star and the name Benjamin Tater written on it. “Ooh,” I let out with a giggle. “Is this your lounge, Mister Tater?”
Benjamin nodded and set his hand down on the handle, swinging the door open. “Yep,” He said. “I don’t come here often, but it’s nice to have someplace to fall back on. At least I don’t have to check into a hotel whenever I come back into town.”
“Wait,” I said as I stepped over the doorway into the small, dimly lit room. It was very minimalistically furnished, with a small bed, a mini fridge, a dresser with a large mirror, and a tall stool with a jacket flung lazily over it. “Why do you have your own lounge room?” I asked confusedly. “I thought tonight was your first night here.”
“Nah,” Ben shut the door behind us with a click and walked up behind me. “I’ve been dancing on and off for a few years, I just didn’t say anything.”
“Why not?” I asked, turning my head and looking into his big, emerald eyes. He looked back at me, shrugging and sighing quietly.
“I guess I didn’t think you’d understand.” He said plainly. “Was I wrong?”
I bit my lip and looked into his eyes for a moment, not answering. Then, I walked over to his bed and sat down on the soft and fluffy day sheet. It felt clean and crisp, like nobody had slept in it yet.
“Yes,” I said finally and smiled up at Ben. “Yes, you were wrong as hell. Ben, you’re such a good dancer! I almost couldn’t believe it when I saw you on stage.”
“Oh, yeah?” Ben shone up like a beacon. “It didn’t look like you saw much… whenever I looked at you, you were staring at your feet.”
I blushed and cleared my throat quickly. “Well… I’m not used to having half–naked men shoving their junk into my face.”
“Didn’t seem like it when you took the card out of my boxers,” Benjamin winked. “You did that like a total pro. Admit it, you liked it!”
“Tsk,” I scoffed and grinned softly. He was just teasing me now, that bastard. “Okay, fine… Maybe, maybe I liked it just a little bit.” I confessed.
There were footsteps outside the door. I froze for a second, afraid that I would get ‘caught’ being backstage without direct permission, but the steps disappeared down the hallway as soon as they showed up. I relaxed again, exhaling slowly.
“Do you know what usually happens backstage?” Benjamin asked suddenly.
I shrugged. “Drugs?” I asked and smiled stupidly.
“No,” Benjamin smiled at me. “Or, well, probably. But I meant something else.”
“What?” I asked curiously.
Benjamin reached up and opened the top button of his button–down shirt, exposing his hairy, muscular chest. My heart was beating fast and hard, pounding rapidly against my ribcage. I couldn’t take my eyes off Benjamin when he slowly parted his lips and answered my question.
“Private shows.” He whispered.
“Oh,” I whispered hoarsely. “…are you going to give me one?”
“Only if you want me to,” Ben smirked. “Judging from the look on your face…” He trailed off. “Just say the word.”
“I…” I mumbled, hesitating for a moment. I wanted nothing more than to see Ben rip his clothes off and show that strong, muscular chest of his, but… He was my brother. Could we really do this? I mean, obviously we could, we already were… but should we stop? How much is too much? Then again, who would ever find out?
“I want you to strip for me.” I said finally, giggling quietly. We were already this deep, why stop now? “Show me your moves!”
I felt a pang of guilt inside—this was wrong, and we both knew it—but it quickly went away when Benjamin reached up and started to unbutton his shirt. “You know,” He said, opening the 2nd and 3rd buttons. “I’ve never actually given a private show before.”
“Good,” I smiled at him. “I’ll get to see you in all of your raw, unedited glory.”
Benjamin opened the last buttons of his shirt and slid his arms out, slowly dropping the fabric onto the ground. His chest was hairy and muscular, with a hard six–pack in the middle of his slim torso. There was a dark tribal tattoo trailing around his upper arm, which I hadn’t noticed earlier. Turning his head up and looking deeply into my eyes, Benjamin broke the silence.
“Your turn,” He said and smiled slyly. “Take it off.”
“What?”
“Your dress,” He continued impatiently. “It belongs on the floor, not clung to your body.”
I giggled nervously and slowly stood up from the bed. “Well I suppose fair is fair…” I whispered, running my hands across my stomach.
I gripped the fabric of my black dress and pulled it up, wiggling my hips back and forth methodically. I was doing the exact same as I would be doing at home, alone in my bedroom—and yet it felt so different. So… erotic.
Benjamin’s eyes burned like fire on my half–naked body, and it was sending a strange tingle across my body. I pulled the dress the last way over my head and dropped it on the floor beside me, leaving me standing in nothing but a black bra and a pair of tight, red panties. I kicked off my shoes quickly, feeling the soft carpet against the soles of my feet.
“Wow,” Benjamin whispered, awe–struck.
“Please,” I laughed at him. “Have you never seen a half–naked girl before?”
“I have… but it wasn’t the same.”
Benjamin reached down and quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the ground. His cock was poking out through the fabric of his black boxers, standing like a tent. It looked as thick and fat as I remembered. With my eyes locked on his groins, I could feel my heart start to race. It felt as if there was a swarm of butterflies in my stomach, fluttering their wings rapidly.
“Now look who’s staring,” Benjamin said and scoffed.
He dropped his hand and grabbed his cock through the fabric of his boxers, stroking himself softly. He stretched slowly, extending his free arm into the air and letting out a quiet grunt. I took a few slow steps towards him until I could feel the heat of his body radiating against mine. We were so close now that I could touch him if I just reached my hand out.
But I didn’t. There was a strange magnetism between us, and I was afraid that if I reached out and touched Ben, I’d get an electric shock shot through my finger. Instead, Ben leaned down and kissed me. It was as sweet and passionate as our first kiss, outside in the cold, but he getting a lot more handsy now.
He reached his arm around my waist and slid it down my back, into my panties, and squeezed my buttocks. His other hand reached around my back and unclasped my bra with ease. Meanwhile, my hands reached down and started to stroke his cock through his underwear. Ben pulled away from our kiss and grunted quietly, squeezing my buttocks harder.
Looking into his green eyes, I fell to my knees in front of him. My face was so close to his crotch that I could feel its heat radiating against my warm, rosy cheeks. Slowly, I reached my hands up and grabbed the seam of his boxers, pulling them down over his hips.
His cock sprung free, standing tall and proud like a flag pole on the 4th of July. It was even bigger than I imagined—as thick as my forearm, and with bulging, pulsating veins going up and down across the swollen shaft.
“Oh wow,” I let out in a gasp and wrapped my fingers around his thickness. They barely reached around. “My brother with the big cock.” I giggled.
Ben chuckled and licked his lips, running his fingers through my hair. “My si—oh fuck!”
He had started to say something, but my lips around his cock suddenly sucked the breath out of his lungs. I ran my mouth up and down over his shaft, soaking him with my saliva. My tongue gently rolled around the swollen, pink tip of his cock and made him shiver and squirm. The truth is that I had no idea what I was doing, but judging from the way he was softly moaning and digging his fingernails into my scalp, I must
have been doing something right at least.
“Damn, Annie.” He laughed to himself. “You’re a natural talent. Are you sure you never did this before?”
“Mm–hm,” I let out, nodding softly.
His thick cock was stretching my lips wide open and it was a challenge to take all of him in my mouth without scratching his sensitive skin with my teeth, but I made it work. With my fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft, I started to stroke his foreskin up and down while my tongue tickled and play with the head of his cock. Ben was groaning loudly, pulling my hair with his strong fingers. It hurt a little bit, but I didn’t mind. Actually, I kind of liked it.
After a moment, he suddenly gripped a handful of my curly locks and pulled my head backwards. His cock slipped out of my mouth, leaving a string of saliva hanging between my bottom lip and his cock. It was swollen and big—even bigger than it had been a few minutes ago.
“Sorry, but I had to pull out,” He mumbled. “Otherwise I would have shot my load straight down your throat, and I wasn’t sure if you’d have liked that.”
“Oh,” I giggled and felt my cheeks burn red. “I didn’t realize you liked it that much. Also…” I said, turning my face up to look into his eyes. “I might have liked that.”
“You think so?” Ben grinned at me.
“Maybe,” I shrugged.
“It doesn’t matter anymore,” Ben said matter–of–factly. “Because it’s your turn now. Back up, babe.” He commanded, shoving me backwards until I landed on my ass on the bed.
“Ben!” I let out and caught myself with my elbows, giggling loudly. Ben was staring at me with a grin on his face, but it was a grin nonetheless. He couldn’t take his eyes off me. “What are you going to do to me?” I asked curiously.
Ben walked up to the bed and pushed me backwards so that I was laying on my back on the bed. My legs were hanging off the side of the bed; my toes scraping against the carpeted floors. I couldn’t see much, but I could see Ben’s shadow, cast on the wall on the other side of the room. He fell to his knees in front of me and put his hand on the inside of my thigh, stroking it softly.
“You’ll see,” He mumbled quietly, letting his hand run up and down my leg. It tickled slightly, causing me to giggle and squirm around, but I liked it still. “Or should I say ‘you’ll feel’?”
His touch was so soft and gentle, and his hand felt so warm against my skin. I can’t believe I’m doing this, I thought suddenly to myself. If Ben and I fuck, which it seems like we will, nobody can ever find out!
“Ben…” I said anxiously and sat up on the side of the bed, looking at him with scared eyes. “What if somebody finds out?”
Benjamin shrugged and smiled faintly at me. “Who would find out?” He asked, lifting his hand up and stroking my cheek softly. I closed my eyes and leaned against his hand, sighing quietly. Benjamin made me feel so calm. His touch was like magic—it made all my anxiety and worries melt away, like butter on a hot summer day.
“Nobody I guess…” I mumbled. “Your coworkers? The… janitor?”
Ben let out a loud laugh. “The janitor?” He asked. “You don’t have to worry about him telling on us—or whatever you’re worried about. Trust me, I know him. His name is Dimitri and he’s a closet alcoholic who’s cheating on his wife with her own cousin…” Benjamin gave me a meaningful look. “…who is a man.”
“Oh.” I said with a smile.
“Yeah, oh,” Ben said, smiling also. “If anyone is good at keeping secrets, it’s Dimitri, okay?”
“Okay.”
Ben put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me, gently this time, back down against the mattress. “Now just relax, all right?” He said. “I’ll make you forget all your worries, and then some.”
I closed my eyes and relaxed my body, sinking into the mattress. The door was locked, right? And it’s not like anybody knew that we were here, or what we were doing… What’s the worst that could happen? I thought.
I let out a gasp when Ben’s hand suddenly landed on my inner thigh. He was rougher this time, fondling and squeezing my leg with the enthusiasm of a virgin—although I knew he wasn’t one.
A moment later I could feel his hot breath against my pussy. He was breathing heavily, filling his lungs completely with each breath, and exhaling his sweet breath onto my skin. He hooked his fingers around the seam of my rose–colored panties and pulled them down over my hips and buttocks.
I lifted my body upwards to help him, and a moment later I was completely naked. It wasn’t a big difference—I’d been wearing nothing but panties for a while now—but it felt so different. I felt exposed and vulnerable, in the best kind of way.
Benjamin leaned forward and placed his lips on the top of my pubic mound, kissing it softly. It sent a tingle throughout my body, making me shiver. I could feel a hot rush of wetness wash over my swollen, pink–flushed slit. Slowly, Ben moved his lips lower and lower, towards my pussy.
“Mmm,” I moaned, biting my bottom lip.
He was so close now, almost brushing his lip against my sensitive clit. I wanted it so bad, like nothing I’d ever wanted anything before in my entire life. But just as I thought he was about to take my clit into his mouth, he moved his head to the side and kissed my pink, shaved pussy lips instead.
I exhaled sharply, gripping the bed sheets with a tense hand. No, I thought to myself. Don’t go there… Go back… I arched my back again, discreetly pushing my pussy against Ben’s face to show him what I wanted. But he still didn’t do it—it was as if he was teasing me. Surely he knew exactly what was going on.
Ben grabbed my legs and held them in place, effectively stopping me from moving around. “Patience,” He said and chuckled softly. “I’ll get there soon.”
“I can’t wait, Ben,” I moaned. My mind fell on his cock; so big, stiff and throbbing—and it was all for me. I could imagine it inside of me, stretching my walls apart while he pounded into me hard and fast. The thought made my pussy throb and ache with need. “I want you inside of me, Ben. Fuck me, please.” I begged.
“At least let me give you and orgasm first.” Ben said.
Before I had time to answer, he dove back down between my legs and gave my pussy a lick. I let out a loud gasp and promptly shut my mouth. The sensation was almost too much to handle. Ben’s wet tongue was stroking over my swollen folds and licking my sensitive, pink bud, sending waves of pleasure over my body. I could feel it all the way into my fingertips.
“Oh my god,” I moaned. “Oh, Ben. Oh my… oh my, Ben!”
His hand found its way between my legs, and soon they were resting against my pussy. He spread my wet lips apart and soaked his fingers in my juices before starting to circle my opening, causing it to convulse and expand. I wanted him to bad, but his tongue felt so good against my clit too.
I was coming closer and closer to an orgasm with every gentle flick of Ben’s experienced tongue. The rest of my body was starting to feel numb and heavy, sinking into the mattress, and soon all I could feel was my throbbing, wet pussy being licked by him.
Suddenly he pressed one finger into me, causing me to let out a loud, pleased groan. My pussy clamped tightly around his finger as it massaged my insides—and that was the last drop. I went over the edge, squirming and gripping the bed sheets with my tensed, petite hands.
My chest was heaving and my breathing was sharp and controlled. Wave after wave of pure, intense pleasure washed over my body. When I reached the final peak, I let out a quiet cry and wrapped my legs around Ben’s neck, squeezing him gently. Right after the orgasm, my pussy became incredibly sensitive. Even the faintest brush of Ben’s fingers was enough to make me whimper.
I let my legs fall back to the ground and Ben pulled himself away, looking up at me with a proud smirk on his face.
“How was that?” He asked casually.
“Amazing,” I moaned, closing my eyes and taking a long, deep breath. “So amazing.”
Ben moved closer towards me, pressing his bod
y against mine and letting his hands trail across my soft skin. I could feel something push against my midsection—something very hard and stiff—and slowly opened my eyes. Ben was looking down at me, his eyes half–closed and full of need.
“It felt amazing to hear you scream,” He mumbled, sliding his hand up over my torso and cupping my breast. He massaged it gently for a moment before gripping my nipple between two fingers and pinching it softly, causing me to let out a whimper. “Yeah, just like that… Ugh, Annie, you drive me insane!” He said, pressing his cock against me again.
“I can feel that,” I said, biting my lip and looking up at him teasingly. “So… what happens no—oh!”
Ben had grabbed my body and flung me to the side, turning me over onto my stomach. With his hands around my knees, he pulled me towards the edge of the bed. I was sitting on my knees, leaning forward onto my hands, with my ass high up in the air. My pussy was soaking wet, still throbbing and aching from the orgasm that I’d just had, and I wanted nothing more than for Ben to push his fat, thick cock into me already.
“Can you feel this, Annie?” He asked, barely a whisper, dragging his stiff cock up and down my wet slit. “It’s going inside of you soon.”
A wave washed over me—not of pleasure, but something more like static, or an electric shock. It made me shiver and tense my whole body up—except for my wet, swollen pussy. I relaxed and sunk my body backwards, leaning against Ben’s strong, muscular thighs.
He put his hand on my ass and separated my folds with his thumbs, placing his cock at my entrance. I could feel the swollen, pink head of his cock spread me apart already, and he hadn’t even pushed into me.
“Are you ready?” He asked.
“I’m so fucking ready, Ben,” I moaned. “Fuck me, please!”
He pressed forward and penetrated me, spreading my walls wide apart. It felt intense, like I was going to rip apart, but I loved every inch of his cock that pressed its way into me. It felt amazing. He thrust forward again, edging his cock even further into my willing, wet pussy.
“Mmm,” I moaned. “Don’t stop now.”
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