I watched them perform Twinkle from backstage. Tiffany had adjusted her makeup and hair and was singing beautifully. It was like she didn't have any problems with her voice. It was amazing to watch her dance and smile at the audience, knowing that barely twenty minutes ago she had her lips wrapped around my member. During a brief moment onstage, she turned and looked at me. There was a light in her eyes and her lips curled in a smile, while her tongue stuck out briefly. Oh god, I'm going to really love this job, I thought.
After the performance, she grabbed me and dragged me into a corner dressing room. She shut the curtain and locked the door, then threw her arms around me and kissed me. She smelled amazing. Somehow all the sweat and excitement on stage had elevated her pheromones onto a new level.
"Dancing on stage got me so horny! I need to get fucked," she whispered in my ear, with her eye-smile and wink looking so innocent.
Before I knew it, my trousers were off again and Tiffany was bent over in front of me, stockings pulled down just enough to reveal her sex, and my long, hard member was busy going down town. Her small breasts (A-cup) were pleasantly squished on the thin table in front of us. Her face was turned to the side, sighing with each thrust. Her pink lips were almost kissing the table. I liked how her high heels had placed her ass at just the right height and angle for me. Holy shit, she was hot!
"Deeper! Harder!" she whispered.
I did my best to oblige. Her legs were angled like an upside-down V. I slapped her butt a little bit. "Oh yes!" she sighed, "More!"
I slapped her butt a little harder and then I gripped her ass right below her waist and slowly plunged into her as deeply as I could. I slipped one hand around her to massage her clitoris, gently first, then insistently. It was already quite swollen, but touching it made it harden even more. I could feel her body respond and writhe against me.
"uuuuhhhh... ohhhh," she moaned, "more... don't stop."
I had no intention of stopping. I thrusted into her more, my balls slapping against her thighs. Her black "safety pants" were just below soaking up the sweat and vaginal juices. I pushed down the pants, and she stepped out of them. There was nothing stopping me now. I grabbed her ponytail and lifted her up a bit and turned her over. Now she was spread-eagled in front of me on the table.
She looked at me with her sweet, innocent eyes, and said, "Take me. Take me again. Harder."
I put her knees over my shoulders, and eased my manhood between her legs. Her eyes winced a bit, as she fully realized how hard I had become. This was a dream come true for me, and I was going to take her all the way. I began to alternate, two slow strokes with two fast strokes, picking up the rhythm. She was swinging her hips to match the tempo.
I was about to climax, when there was suddenly a loud, sharp knocking on the door. "TIFFANY! Are you in there?!?" shouted the coordi, "You're ON in 30 seconds!"
Oh fck! The next MC speech portion was on! Tiffany's eyes flew open. She swung off the table in a flurry of sidekicks, grabbed her safety pants, stopped and turned to me.
"Hey keep this," She stuffed the pants down my pants, "I'll be back to finish you off in a sec!"
She smoothed over her miniskirt, then disappeared through the door, with no underpants. My jaw dropped.