This story was automatically created with AI assistance. All characters are adults. 18+.
The rooftop terrace in Frankfurt offered a breathtaking view of the city, which moved beneath us like a living creature. I, the conductor, stood at the railing and looked out into the night, processing the evening’s events within myself. My heart belonged to my wife, but my thoughts were with the concert violinist, who had enchanted me with her sensual music and her presence on stage. She was a woman who shone like a flame, warm and radiant, and I couldn’t help but feel drawn to her. My cock throbbed under my pants, just at the thought of her hands, so tenderly stroking the strings of her instrument. I imagined those fingers wrapping around my hard, pulsing shaft, and I felt dizzy with desire.
I turned and saw that she was watching me, her eyes fixed on me, and I felt like a man staring into the depths of a dark pond, knowing full well he wants to drown in it. She smiled faintly and came towards me, her steps quiet and deliberate, as if she didn’t want to disturb. I felt my heart beat faster, and my cock twitched under the fabric as she stood beside me, looking out into the night together. The city lay below us, a sea of lights and sounds, but we were in our own world, isolated from everything around us. I felt like a ship drifting on the high seas, without anchor or compass, and she was the current pulling me along.
She placed her hand on my arm, and I felt a shiver run through me, shooting straight into my loins. It was as if her touch ignited a fire that spread slowly but inexorably. My breath caught as I felt her warm body next to mine, and the scent of her perfume rose to my nose — sweet and heavy, like an invitation. I looked at her, and our eyes met, like two swords crossing. I knew I was married, that I had a wife and two children at home, but in that moment, all of that was irrelevant. All that mattered was the woman standing next to me, and the night surrounding us. My cock was now rock hard, pressing against the zipper of my pants as I took her hand and brought it to my lips to kiss. She let it happen, without resistance, without reservation. Her fingers trembled slightly as I kissed them, and I knew she was burning too.
I pulled her closer to me, my other hand resting on her slender waist, and I felt the warmth of her body through the thin dress. She stood there, with her back to me, still gazing at the city. I leaned forward, my mouth right at her ear, and whispered: “I want you. Now. Here.” I breathed heavily as I said the words, and I felt her lean slightly into me, her ass pressing against my crotch. I could feel the curve of her ass cheeks through the fabric, and my hard cock pushed against them, as if trying to burrow through the clothing. She moaned softly as she felt the hardness against her body, and then slowly turned to face me. Her eyes were dark, pupils dilated, and her lips were slightly parted. She said nothing, but her hand wandered down between our bodies and grasped my cock through my pants. I flinched as her fingers traced the length of my hard shaft, and a deep moan escaped me.
“Fuck, you’re so hard,” she murmured, her voice rough with desire. “I’ve felt it all evening. When you stood on stage, I knew you wanted me.” She let her gaze wander over my body, and then, without another word, she knelt before me. On the rooftop terrace, under the starry sky, the concert violinist knelt before me, and I could barely breathe. Her hands worked at my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled down the zipper. The cold of the night hit my skin, but then her hand was there, warm and firm, and she pulled my cock out. It stood upright, the head red and glistening, a thick drop of precum beading at the tip. She stared at it as if it were the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, and then she leaned forward and licked the drop away with the tip of her tongue. I moaned loudly, grabbed her hair, and held her tight as she opened her mouth and took the head between her lips.
Her mouth was hot and wet, and as she took me deeper into her throat, it felt like the world around me exploded. I felt her tongue circling my shaft, her lips closing tightly around my head, and then she sucked. Slowly, deeply, her cheeks hollowing as she drew me into her. I dug my fingers into her hair as she found the rhythm: back and forth, deeper and deeper, until my head hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, but she didn’t stop, taking me even deeper, and I felt her tongue licking along the underside of my shaft as she engulfed me. “Yes, just like that,” I panted, my breath hot and uneven. “Take it deep in your slutty mouth.” She moaned, and the vibrations of her moan ran through my entire cock, almost making me come. I pulled her up, tore her away from my cock, and she looked at me with glazed eyes, her lips red and swollen, strands of saliva stretching from my head to her mouth.
“Not yet,” I said hoarsely. “I want to be in your pussy. I want to fuck you until you scream.” She smiled, a wild, hungry smile, and then she turned around, bent over the railing, and presented her ass to me. Her dress was short, and as she bent over, it rode up, exposing her perfect round bottom, covered only by a tiny black thong that was buried deep between her ass cheeks. I stepped closer, my hands on her hips, and I pulled the thong aside. Beneath it, she was wet — her labia were slick, her pussy dripping with desire. I could smell the sweet, musky scent of her arousal as I ran a finger through her slit. She moaned and pressed against my hand as I explored her moist cunt. Her clit was hard and swollen, and when I pressed on it, she shuddered and moaned loudly.
“Stop playing,” she panted. “Just fuck me. I want to feel your hard cock inside me.” I needed no second invitation. I positioned my head at her entrance, the wet heat of her pussy drawing me in. I pushed forward, and she gasped as I entered her, her tight walls gripping me. I slid deeper, inch by inch, until I was buried completely inside her. She was so hot, so wet, and she felt fucking incredible. I began to move, slowly at first, then faster, my hips slapping against her ass. She moaned with every thrust, her body rocking against the railing. “Yes, fuck me,” she cried out, her voice echoing in the night. “Fuck me hard.” I grabbed her hips tighter and pounded into her, my balls slapping against her clit. I could feel her tightening around me, her orgasm building. “I’m going to come,” she screamed, and her pussy clamped down on me, milking my cock. The feeling of her climax pushed me over the edge, and I exploded inside her, my hot seed filling her as I groaned her name. We stood there, panting, our bodies entwined, the city lights twinkling below us. For a moment, nothing else existed. Just us, and the night, and the aftermath of our shared passion.
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