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I was invited to a piano concert in the architecturally appealing, acoustically perfect Roy Thompson Hall, a beautiful landmark on King Street West in Toronto. I arrived some thirty minutes before the concert and took my seat; I asked the usher if I was too early, as there was not one other person there. The usher assured me that I was at the right place, at the right time. My eyes fell upon the magnificent grand piano on the centre of the stage. I have always wanted to play on a grand piano—the vibrations of the strings are much deeper, the sound is richer and more explosive especially when played by a master.
I sat patiently and waited, but the draw of the grand piano on stage was overwhelming. My whole body ached as I sat resisting going up on the stage. The usher was nowhere to be found. The temptation deep inside me was irresistible. I quietly walked on the stage and began to play a Sonata that I had learned so many years ago. I must say, the sound produced was so very deep and rich as I had imagined; the keys moved under my fingers with such ease. I was entranced by this novel experience. I did not even notice that the sound was that much richer as I had been joined by the master pianist himself. I felt his strong yet soft hands massaging my neck and back. As I continued to play the piano I noted a marked difference in the drama of the music I was producing, as it reflected the beginning of pleasure that I felt as my neck, shoulders were melting.
Deep inside me I felt my pussy become hot, ripe and juicy moist. As he encouraged me to continue to play, his lips and tongues graced my neck enveloping my body in his seductive warmth. As his hands unbuttoned my silk blouse, he caressed my breasts and in reflecting the beat and movement of the music he tapped, twisted and squeezed my nipples producing a response in me that was ecstatic. His lips and tongue proceeded to move towards my exposed breasts. The rhythm of the music was felt in me deeply as the master sweetly sucked my nipples. Such a soothing, electric feeling I had not experienced before—the music and the master’s lips and tongue were creating an incredibly deep sense of pleasure at my breasts and throughout my body. Pleasure was through my body. I was drowning in deeper and deeper pleasure. With the increasing erotic sensation that penetrated my body, the music became more dynamic. I was reproducing an extraordinary version of the same Sonata that I had once learned; the pianist asked if he could accompany me. He commented that this would be a duet like no other.
What happened next took me by surprise, but also by delight. The master untied my wrap around skirt and let it fall around the piano bench. He moved in front of me and spread my legs gently wide open with his hands as his fingers ran up my inner thighs and as he approached my pussy, he stimulated my clitoris by rubbing it with his soft fingers. He once again raised the level of pleasure running through my body as his warm tongue licked and sucked my clitoris. The music I was now playing was like none I had ever imagined before. He then carefully placed me on his lap positioning his cock so that it could slide into my hot slit. His masterful hands joined with me as we created yet another version of the same sonata. He thrust his hips towards and into me at the beginning of each new bar of music.
The increasing ecstasy that this experience created within us was intensely dynamic. We swayed, moved and were both becoming lost in the increasing pleasure we both enjoyed. I heard his deep groans with each gyration as his cock thrust against my slit. I was absolutely desirous of inspiring him. I slipped off his lap and lowered his trousers; the engorged head of his cock was inviting me to partake. As I stroked his rod with my fingers, it was as if I was playing a crescendo on the piano. My handworks at his cock stopped as I could not resist but to envelope his head into my mouth as it was oozing with pearls of pre-cum. I felt his throbbing head and rod in my mouth. I licked and gently sucked his head, with my tongue probing his hole to enjoy each drop of pre-cum. With my lips and tongue I stroked his long rod.
We both enjoyed the pleasure of giving and receiving. The music that he was playing seduced me even more as I sucked him, drawing his cock deeper into my mouth as the music became louder and more powerful, and yet more dynamic. I sucked his cock long and deep in my hot mouth. I played his organ as if playing an instrument. His music was explosive in nature and I could feel the incredible dynamics flowing through his body as I enjoyed pleasuring him. As the music climaxed, so did the master. I enjoyed the sweet taste of his cum as it came forth exploding into my mouth. I continued to suck him deeply as I sensed that there was yet a second higher climax to come again. We were producing a beautiful mix of music and ultimate pleasure. The master was playing beyond all levels of sensory enjoyment and the music was capitulated by a second deeper orgasmic explosion of cum—so sweet, so awesome, so totally sensually cataclysmic.
As we both were enjoying this act we did not notice that slowly people were entering the hall. The music that was created was extraordinaire. We could not resist climaxing together. Oblivious to those entering and without hesitation I was laid across the grand piano and he entered my wet cunt and motioned through my body with such depth and strength, his cock still so hard and totally engorged was pounding me deeply. We enjoyed the solitude of our world on the stage oblivious to all else. Each movement was extraordinary as we both felt so deeply lost in each other. At the peak of our shear enjoyment we orgasm together—we screamed, moaned and enjoyed a deep long endless orgasm. The feeling was like no other ever. The master pianist’s cock remained hard and he continued to play and pleasure my G spot—I climaxed a multiplicity of times, each time such a high plateau. He shared in the continued ecstasy ringing through my body as it reverberated deeply in me. My cunt was throbbing as was his cock. He increased the momentum of the music that was playing only in our ears and continued harder and deeper. This ecstatic composition of music, exposition of sensuality, and expression of sexuality was one shared only by our two bodies, minds and souls as we became like one instrument for a glorious moment in time.