Conductor and violinist

I wanted to fuck her as soon as I saw that stern young face immersed in music. Irishka, a student at the conservatory, was a thin, beautiful brunette with a fashionable haircut (where had she had such a great haircut?). The new violinist in my orchestra is a new victim, I wonder if she is a virgin or not? She’s about 19 years old, who knows….. It’s good that a conductor in the capital can do anything.

I supposedly accidentally walked into the artist’s room when she was changing. There was no one else around, so I offered to help her zip up her concert dress. She stood with her back to me, I slowly zipped up her dress, admiring her young back, and I felt her tense up a little. It excited me, and I couldn’t resist, stroked her neck gently and kissed her. She froze, not knowing how to react. I gently pressed my groin against her, and my hands involuntarily reached for her small, barely defined breasts. After caressing her, I forced myself to pull away from the young seductress – it was time to start the concert.

On the Asian tour, I arranged for her to be put up in the next room. We had stayed in this hotel more than once, and I knew how the adjoining doors opened. I was hoping to see her masturbating. A lot of girls had passed through this room, and almost all of them fondled themselves at night, thinking no one could see them. Many of them I fucked later, and this time I was sure that I would be lucky to see this strict provincial girl moaning under me.

After dinner after the concert, everyone went to their rooms. The orchestral couples were secluded, the less fortunate ones rested alone. I lay in bed, stroking my cock, then got some lube, a masturbator, and in voluptuous longing began the most pleasurable of activities. I don’t know why I was so sure that there was a young onanist in the room next to mine, but my gut told me right – very soon I heard soft moans.

When I opened the door, I saw a stunning sight in the semi-darkness. Naked Irishka was lying on the bed with her legs bent at the knees and caressing herself in an interesting way – holding a silk scarf by the ends with both hands, she put one end between her legs, raised her pelvis and drove the silk back and forth over her clitoris, thus achieving the lightest of touches. I adjusted the masturbator to her rhythm and I think we cum at the same time …

After about thirty minutes I felt that my cock didn’t want to settle down today. Well, the masturbator could rest, it was time to call Irishka for help. I rang her number.

– Hi, Irochka, it’s Andrei Ivanovich. Sorry for the late call, I have a favour to ask you, do you mind?

Irishka’s voice was hoarse after orgasm:

– Yes, Andrei Ivanovich, of course.

– Could you come to my room?

Irishka was silent, then, apparently, decided something:

– Right now, not too late?

– Irish, I ask you to come to my room, I’m in the next room, I really want to see you. I don’t insist, you can just refuse and we’ll forget everything. I just really wanted to see you, you know? Remember what happened in the artist’s room? I can’t forget it. What about you? How do you feel about it?

Silence. Finally an answer:

– Andrei Ivanovich, you know, I’m glad you called. It’s unexpected, but I’m pleased, because I’ve been thinking about you too. I’ll come to you now.

– Irish, just one more favour: tell me, what are you wearing now?

– You know, nothing, I was asleep.

– Can you wear a concert shirt without a bra and panties? You know, you don’t even have to go out into the corridor. You see that door next door? I can open it. I’m waiting for you, baby.

I threw on my dressing gown and sat on the bed. My cock was already half erect, as excited as I was.

A few minutes later there was a knock at the door and Ira came in, wearing a half-unbuttoned shirt and panties.

– Good evening, Andrei Ivanovich, are you satisfied with the concert?

– Hi, Irish, I enjoyed the concert, especially the one in which you soloed, moaning quietly and playing with the silk scarf between your legs.

Ira blushed. She tried not to look at my tattered dressing gown, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the outline of her breasts under her shirt.

– Baby, come here. Come closer, I want to touch you, caress you.

I ran my hand over her left nipple, hidden under her shirt. It immediately hardened, responding to the caress (is she so sensitive everywhere? Lucky me!). I alternately caressed her left and right nipple through the shirt, then began to gently pinch them until she began to moan.

– Irish, do you want more? I want you so much, look what you’re doing to me! – his cock was stiff.

Irishka nodded, a little shy, unbuttoned her shirt completely.

– Only you tell me what you want – I want you to feel good with me. Do you like to talk during sex? No, have you ever tried it? It’s a turn-on.

Ira can barely hear what I’m saying:

– Put me on my back, Andrei Ivanovich.

– Yes, Irish, like this? And now what?

Pressing her arse to me, quietly:

– Put your dick in me, Andrei Ivanovich.

I willingly fulfil this task, but that’s all, no more movements, though I can’t wait to fuck this young hole, oozing with juices! But no, let her tell me what she wants.

– Irisha, what should I do next, will you tell me? Don’t be shy, nobody can hear you but me, I’m not shy, I’m already in you, in your wet pussy, can you feel it here?

– Jerk my nipples, Andrei Ivanovich, and fuck me, – whispered Irishka, spreading her legs and jutting her ass, shaking with shame and excitement at the same time. Nothing, soon she will be shaking with orgasm, I thought, grinning, and started to do the job, entering her wet tightness up to the balls. Op-pa, there you go, my girl. Narrow cunt tight around my cock. What’s the plan now? Ah, nipple wanking. I can do that. I rub her nipples skilfully, at the same time fucking Irishka’s wet, recently cummed cunt. Her arse starts to wiggle against me. “Wow, she’s still a girl, but she responds to caresses! Potential!” I lick my finger and feel Irishka’s clit. It’s very small and very sensitive, so while I continue to fuck Irina with pleasure and wiggle her tits, with my other hand I gently rub the clit through the hood of her skin, occasionally adding sweet juices from her cunt for better sliding. A sweet shiver runs through Irishka’s body, her cunt is slurping, the fucking is in full swing – eh, it feels good!

– Irish, does it feel good?

– Oh yes! – answers, shivering, wet Irochka. Feeling that she is ready (her clitoris is swollen and peeking out of the hood), I continue to rhythmically slide my finger on her clitoris, which has become unexpectedly large. Irishka, having lost all shame, wiggles and sits on my cock, eager for a sweet convulsive finale. I put my arms around my prone girl, jerking her clit and nipples without stopping the friction. Her throbbing hot cunt oozes sweet moisture.

– Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! – loudly and intermittently moans Irishka. She is being fucked by a respected conductor, and she is moaning under him, standing bent over. What a shame, but how nice! How he caresses her!

Irishka shudders, pressing her cumming clit hard against my wet, hot finger, the culprit of her second orgasm today. I feel my cock clench several times in her orgasmic cunt, and I speed up myself and fuck her frantically, bringing my orgasm closer. The wet slurping sounds and the slapping of my pubes against her young buttocks spread throughout the room. The sweet end is getting closer, the thrusts deeper, the cock harder, the fucking faster and faster. A few more strong and sharp movements with my pelvis and I cum with a roar, spurting hot, copious cum into her. A few more final frictions and we fall off each other, collapsing onto the bed in exhaustion.
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“Well, the orchestra orgy is next,” I thought before I fell asleep…..

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