Boys Brigade Femucation Chapter 3 Piano Lesson
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Thomas turned twenty and he had played every notable concert hall in the United States. He even did guest appearances on classical radio stations in New York, Boston, Chicago and Los Angeles. Anyone that had an appreciation of classical music knew of Thomas Taylor.
Money was no longer an issue. Marlena demanded adjoining suites at the best hotels and a piano be provided for him to rehearse during their stay. Unless they had guests the door between the two suites was always open. Rich and famous patrons wined and dined them. Rumors of an affair started to appear in one of the sleazy gossip columns although it was all innuendo and unsubstantiated hearsay that no one in their business paid any attention to. Such stories, some true, most untrue were regarded as just another attempt to sell papers. It seemed everyone was a victim of their overzealous reporting at one time or another.
No one ever said something directly to them. She knew they had been careless a few times by holding hands or kissing. Thomas’s concerts always sold out. To upset them would mean cancellation of their appearance and future appearances. Marlena always let their sponsors know that she would invoke the no-fault cancellation clause she had written into their contract if everything wasn’t to Thomas’ satisfaction.
Along with his fame and wealth came a desire for autonomy and he became less sexually dependent on Marlena. He realized his power over adoring female fans. An invitation to his suite was an invitation to his bed.
They were in Atlanta Georgia and Marlena stood a couple of steps back from Thomas and watched as he greeted his more influential fans and a few lucky fans with backstage passes. When a woman that looked to be in her early twenties introduced herself and her younger brother. Marlena noticed Thomas held her hand for more than a handshake and spent more time talking to her than with others. Marlena watched as he wrote more than his autograph on her program.
An hour later Marlena and Thomas were back in his hotel suite sharing a bottle of Champaign. There was a knock on the door. Marlena knew it was not going to be room service. Thomas went to the door and much to Marlena’s surprise, not only was it the woman she had expected but her brother was with her.
Although Thomas still enjoyed sex with Marlena to satisfy his lust, his preference now was to invite a fan to his suite for sex after a concert.
Marlena was not jealous and didn’t even mind. After all, he is young, rich and famous. Why should he not indulge himself in one of the benefits of his status? In her short career, she had done the same. Even though Marlena found the sex with Thomas enjoyable, it was not love. How could it be, the difference in their age alone told her it was only lust. She always went back to her suite when his guest arrived. Thomas would open the door between their suites when his guest left and she could join him in bed. Thomas did not like to sleep alone.
Thomas introduced his guests, “Marlena Parcells, I would like to introduce Gloria Robins and her brother Dan. Marlena is my mentor and manager.”
Marlena smiled at the starry-eyed girl and made her apologies, “It’s nice to meet you and your brother.” She looked from the girl to her brother and then to Thomas wondering why he would choose a girl that had her brother come with her. Marlena made her apologies, “I’m sorry but I have another engagement. I will leave you two alone.” Marlena tried to make a point when she corrected herself, “I’m sorry, the three of you to get to know each other. Feel free to help yourself to the Champagne.” Marlena put her still half-full flute of Champagne down and was going to leave. Just as she took a step toward the door Thomas stopped her. “I need you to stay Marlene.” Marlena stopped and turned back to face him wondering why he wanted her to stay. She knew better than to disobey him.
Marlena remembered the last time she refused to honor his request and disappointed him. He did not speak to her and pouted for three days and refused to practice. It was agony for her to see him in such a state of childishness. Marlena finally relented and procured a deck of French playing cards with pictures of men and women performing sex acts. That night he resumed his practice sessions. They went to bed and he told Marlena to masturbate and suck his cock for him while he perused the deck of cards. When he was ready he put the deck of cards aside and Marlena opened her legs for him. Despite his arrogance and spitefulness, Malena had an orgasm.
Marlena picked up her flute of Champagne and took a sip as she watched Thomas take the bottle of Champagne and Gloria’s hand and lead her over to the couch. Thomas refilled his flute and took a sip then offered it to Gloria. He put his arm around her as the star-struck girl drank the Champagne and Thomas filled the glass again.
Marlena tried to strike up a conversation with Dan but he seemed distracted by Thomas and his sister. Thomas had his arm around Gloria and was encouraging her to drink more Champagne.
When Thomas put his hand up her dress Marlena became alarmed. “Thomas, for god’s sake, her brother is right here.”
Thomas got up from the couch and walked over to Marlena, “It’s okay Marlena, Dan came up to have a good time too, Didn’t you Dan?”
“Yeah, I did.”
“You see Marlena, Dan is your present from me. There isn’t any need for you to sit alone in your room and wait for your turn with me.”
“Thomas, please.” Marlena was becoming alarmed.
Thomas took Marlene’s arm and walked her toward the bedroom. “Come on Dan. You’re going to enjoy this.” Like any pianist his fingers and hands were strong. Marlena knew there would be a bruise on her arm in the morning. When they were all in the bedroom Thomas locked the door.
“Take your shoes off and get up on the bed Dan. Marlena is going to take good care of you.”
“Thomas I don’t want...”
“Shush Marlena, you know you don’t want to disappoint Dan after I promised him you would be nice to him.”
Marlena knew what he meant was; she did not want to disappoint him and deal with his wrath and pettiness if she refused.
Gloria and Thomas stood by the bed and watched as Marlena crawled over to the boy and undid his pants and pulled them down. He is seventeen. The same age as when she first had sex with Thomas. Marlena took the boys hard cock in her hand hoping that would appease Thomas. She stroked him and looked up at Thomas, her eyes pleading for him too not make her do this.
Thomas was unbuttoning the woman’s blouse, “Tell her Gloria, tell her to suck your brother’s cock. I’m sure he is going to like it. I know I always do.”
Gloria was giggling as Thomas pawed her breasts, “Suck it, Miss. Parcells.”
“You see Marlena, we all want you to suck him off. Hurry now, Dan has waited long enough.”
Dan was up on his elbows looking down at Marlena. All Dan had to do was say I don’t want to do this and Marlena felt it would have stopped. Thomas certainly wouldn’t ask her to do this if the boy did not want her too. Marlena waited for Dan to show some reluctance at what was happening. Didn’t he care that Thomas was going to fuck his sister?
Dan gave her no quarter, “Come on Miss. Parcells suck me like Mr. Taylor said you would. Mr. Taylor is your boss, right?”
Gloria tittered as she watched Marlena’s humiliation, “Oh my god, she is really going to do it.”
Marlena knew Thomas would punish and frustrate her if she did not do as she was told. She took the boy’s cock into her mouth hoping Dan would cum quickly so she could end this. Marlena could hear Thomas commenting on her performance. “Yes Marlena, you look so sexy doing that. I had Gloria bring him here for you. He is yours tonight. You do like my present don’t you, Marlena?”
“That’s a good girl Marlena. Remember to swallow his seed, no cheating.” Again Thomas and Gloria laughed as they watched Marlena suck Dan’s hardening cock. Marlena knew how to make a man cum with her tongue, lips and hand. She had plenty of practice with Thomas. She held the glans in her mouth, licked and sucked as she masturbated Dan’s cock.
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They were in bed later, talking quietly and generally. ‘Please move in with me, Rafael!’ she said to him. ‘Let’s make this our home. I promise, promise that I’m not trying to hem you in or tie you down. I do.’ ‘Our home! Yes,’ he said. Then added: ‘Go ahead, tie me down, hem me in!’ ‘I love you,’ she said softly, and he kissed her. ‘And I need you to know,’ she went on, ‘This doesn’t change any part of my declaration, any part of my desire to be a slave, sex slave especially, to you. It...
As you can read in part one I was made to undress totally before being given the cane by my piano teacher Miss Edwards and then she spanked my cock because I got an erection. I couldn’t help it, she’s slim, young and very attractive even though her glasses make her look a little strict. Two weeks later I was a little early for my piano lesson and a very pretty dark haired lass, not much older than me, with puffy red eyes, was leaving in some distress. I realised I wasn’t the only one getting...
Monica’s piano students were mostly younger beginners, but she did teach a few very committed and talented high-schoolers and one or two grads. One of her brightest stars, Josh, was about to turn 18, and for some time now, he had shown a boyishly awkward, obvious crush on his gorgeous 31-year-old teacher.She found it, and him, absolutely adorable, and after a time, his attentions even boosted her erotic daydreams. It never got in the way of the lessons, as once they got concentrated on the...
Now that they were back in the states Marlene hoped that Thomas would settle down and realize that he could not continue the way he had in Europe. But nothing changes except for the people that he surrounded himself with. Even when staying with his mother he was out almost every night drinking and getting high. His mother would tuck him in when he stumbled in at three and four in the morning and sit by his side holding his hand and cry. Nothing Marlena said to him made any difference. He...
I closed my eyes, letting the beautiful melodies of the classical piece wash over me. The bay window was openin front of my grand piano, and a cool late evening breeze was floating into the room. A smile quirked my lips as my fingers flew over the ebony and ivory keys, playing the last notes of my beautiful creation. Perfect. Starting up a new, softer tune i stared out my window at the soft pink and blues of the sky. The breeze ruffling my long black hair slightly. I turned my head...
She hadn’t been touched for a long time. Sure, there were hugs from friends, kisses on the cheek in greeting at parties, massages at the spa, playfights with her roommate. But the hurt of her marriage, her shattered trust, had drawn a protective mantle around her that now she seemed powerless to shed, and she would not get close to a man. She met plenty, was invited for drinks or dinner by a few. She always said no. She laughed with the regulars in her local bar, and often it turned to flirting...