1. A funny thing happened.. Pt1


    Date: 8/15/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blowjob, Extreme, Spanking, Author: Cynthiia23, Rating: 16.7, Source: sexstories.com

    to drag his bow across the strings in this kind of atonal honk—and everybody pants at me for a few seconds before the music starts up again and the number continues. Anyway, we had put this into the previous performance, and it had gone over pretty well: dead silence, and then some scattered applause and wolf-whistles. So here comes the number: out I come: pose, pout...and in the silence I hear Alan (playing Senex) stage-whisper: "What is that?" Sim's response is immediate, and unpremeditated, and he sounds like a little boy who's just been given a shiny red bicycle and then hit over the head with a brick: "I think she's a dream sequence!" The audience howls with laughter, the number continues, and for some reason I'm doing the rest of the show with some seriously wet panties. That night, a few of us—Liz and I, Glori, Carolyn (playing Philia), Brad (gay protean), and Jack (Hysterium) were sitting in the two bedroom apartment Glori shared with Karen having some post-show wine and munchies, and rehashing the day. Something struck Liz, who was already a little drunk, as funny, and she cracked up, spitting wine all over herself, giggling and choking. When she found her voice, she wheezed: "Holy shit, Gin, did you hear the reaction you got when you came out in "Maid"? Jack, who had gone for paper towels, now threw the roll at Liz: "Not to poop in the punch bowl, Sheena," He'd given Liz the nickname after seeing her in a hot-pink leopard print bikini costumes had originally given ...
    her, "but I think they were laughing at Sim's line, not Gin's titties." "Bitch! That's what I'm talking about: Sim's reaction! It sounded like he was talking through his hard-on." Glori: "Ok, what does that even mean?" Liz: "You know, like his cock was so hard it tightened up all the muscles in his body...even his throat...I don't know, it's just what he sounded like..." Carolyn: "Gotta say, I wasn't even on stage, and I thought it sounded adorable." Liz giggled some more, then she started chanting: "Sim likes Gin! Sim likes Gin!...Sin likes Gim...Gin likes Sin...I mean Sim...that's really hard to say!" Carolyn: "Oh my God, you are wasted! How much of this shit did you drink? Liz: "'S not shit. Cost like seven bucks at 7-11." Brad guffawed: "Chateau All Night Convenience Store!" He picked up the bottle: "Best before August 12th. Ooh, that's a good week!" "Jesus, I can't believe I'm drinking this!" I was feeling a little giggly myself by now, and I tried joining in with Liz's chant: "Gin likes to win...Pin likes the Gym...Fin...uh..." "Gin, Liz, shut up." It was Jack's voice. He'd spoken softly, but the words had fallen into one of those weird pauses for breath you sometimes get when a bunch of drunk people are talking at and around each other. Liz stopped in mid-chant with a kind of "Whuh" sound. Then she got a little angry. "Seriously? C'mon Jack, what's your problem? I'm just fucking with..." Jack cut her off, gently but firmly. "I know, and there's no problem. Just listen ...
«12...789...1112»