Patron of the Arts - Chapter 2
Vincent stood on the stage watching as the Layla, the director, worked with another group. The scene was to take place in the castle's reception hall and the group she was working with were supposed to be the dancers entertaining the king and other guests. Layla was about 5'4" tall, somewhat "compact" in her figure. That was the best way Vincent could describe her. Although somewhat short, she had larger than normal tits that sat high on her chest and spread out to the sides as if there wasn't room for them to simply jut forward. Her hips were a little wide as well, but her legs were slender and toned. There wasn't a lot of room for her waist, therefore it was difficult to define her waist line. She had platinum blonde hair and Vincent estimated she was about the same age as Annie - early to mid 40s. Today, she was wearing a leotard so that she could instruct the dancers by example. While she could easily look fine in such an outfit, it did accentuate an already exaggerated figure. Before and after the dancing segment, she wore a loose jacket with a length that covered her fine ass.
Layla was outgoing, although not nearly as much so as Annie. She was always full of encouragement and positive thinking even, from Vincent's vantage point, it was probably time for an ass chewing when people did not put in the simple effort she requested. But she was the epitome of the artistic type, always looking at the bright side and seeking to bring out even better from those she had to deal with. She had learned long ago that volunteers were always something like cats. You had to draw them in. Herding was impossible.
The set was still under construction, so there were some things still out of place and causing some issues for the dancers.
"Where is Jeremy?" Layla asked.
Jeremy was responsible for set construction. He was just under 5'10", slender, attractive, dark hair and eyes and had a gentle looking demeanor.
"Right here," he said in a surprisingly grumpy tone.
"Jeremy, someone is going to get hurt tripping over some of these things. I understand you aren't done yet, but can you clear out some of the clutter for rehearsals?" Layla asked kindly, not at all being bossy.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Why can't you rehearse something else until I get the set finished?" he asked. "I always have something in the way of a rehearsal." He had just sat down to observe the rehearsal for a bit and to see how the set he was building was going to work.
"I know it's difficult, Jeremy, but sets are never completed until a couple of days before dress rehearsal. I just want to make sure no one falls. Just trying to help," said Layla apologetically.
"If you want to help, keep your fat ass out of my business," Jeremy said, louder than he intended.
Layla was visibly offended and her feelings were hurt. Vincent was standing almost directly between the two. He decided that Layla's approach needed a big stick behind it and stepped in.
"Can we take five? It looks like the dancers could use a water break and I will help Jeremy clear the area," Vincent suggested. But the look he sent Jeremy suggested that how the area got cleared may not be the most pleasant means possible.
Layla nodded with relief and appreciation. She dismissed everyone and went behind a curtain for a couple of minutes. Jeremy came up on stage and realized Vincent was not exactly a small man. At 6'2" tall, Vincent also had broad shoulders, and was lean, though only modestly muscled. Nonetheless, he could be imposing sometimes just by his stance and posture.
"First," Vincent said, addressing Jeremy as quietly as possible, "Layla has a perfect ass. Second, I tell fortunes on the side. I see in yours that you are at a crossroads. One direction is a public apology before rehearsal resumes, the other is a jaw wired shut for the next six weeks, at least one leg in a cast and my 10" dick up your ass after every rehearsal."
Jeremy's expression was one of shock as he looked around the stage, then at Vincent and then, to Vincent's surprise, quickly to Vincent's crotch and away again.
"I'll apologize. You're right. I was out of line and I knew it as soon as I said it." Jeremy's face and overall demeanor returned to its pleasant self.
Vincent turned to go for a drink and nearly walked right into Wanda, the wardrobe manager.
"A word to the wise, Vincent," she said with an older woman cackle. "Jeremy needed that. He needs another man to put him in his place now and then. But I would be careful about the 10" dick up his ass. He is bi and he may have actually wondered if the other part of the threat might be worth it get what you claim to offer. I'll find out in a couple of days if you were exaggerating. If not, I may be wanting some of that threat myself." She cackled again and walked back to her wardrobe room downstairs.
Vincent shook his head. The theater types always amazed him. All kinds of pretentiousness except when it came to sex and nudity. There was little in the way of modesty among most of them. They didn't go around naked, but it was nothing to see women in their thongs near the dressing room entrance, little or nothing on top as if the men didn't have eyes as they walked by. No one seemed to know that a door was for shutting and privacy at times. Men were nearly as bad. And everyone seemed to take the concept of sexual encounters to a whole new level of casualness. Vincent was no prude in that department, but the talk by one person of another person's desires or to even suggest getting some big dick and the like, was foreign to Vincent.
When everyone returned to their places, Jeremy had cleared the stage, making it more appropriate for rehearsal. "Layla, I am sorry for my earlier comments. I was out of line. You are every right to expect a safe and functioning stage. And most importantly, as Vincent pointed out, you have a perfect ass."
Jeremy smiled as he made his final statement. It was a contest now to see who turned redder in the face, Layla or Vincent. A half hour later, Layla dismissed the troupe for the night, saying she needed to work with Vincent and the leading lady for the last 30 minutes. The grateful crew quickly gathered their things and headed for the exits. But 10 minutes later, the director let the leading lady go for the night and asked Vincent to stay behind briefly.
She led him to her cramped office with a variety of playbills and posters on the walls showing all the plays she had directed or performed in over the years.
"You realize don't you, that everyone here has a tremendous respect for you as an actor and now as a leader. Nearly everyone here has done multiple shows at this venue and were surprised that you were selected for the lead, given your limited experience. But you are a natural for it. And you put Jeremy in his place, but you did it quietly. Everyone saw what you were doing and applauded you for it. Thank you." Layla never let her eyes break contact with Vincent's.
"I am sorry about that last comment of mine, though. I should not have said that. I was trying to make a ..."
"Nonsense, Vincent. Everyone likes to hear that they have a perfect ass. But no one ever hears it - until tonight," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "Any man who pays such a compliment to a woman deserves some kind of a reward, don't you think?" she asked as she began to peel off the leotard, starting at the shoulders and working it over her huge tits, causing them to bounce. She sat in her chair after she peeled them over her ample ass. as she rolled them off of her slim legs, she stood again. She stood there in thin, black, transparent bra and thong letting Vincent get a good long look at her figure.
"I want to know," she said as she stepped toward him, "if what Wanda said was true about the rest of what you said to Jeremy. So, it's up to you how far and where we go from here. I had to change clothes before I left anyway, so if there is a "detour" for awhile, so be it."
Vincent's bulge was obvious to Layla, so they could have stopped there if all she really wanted was confirmation. She ran her hand over his crotch and cooed her approval. Vincent unhooked her bra and quickly discarded it. As she went for his belt and zipper, he let his hands roam over her large tits in circular motion eventually taking both nipples between thumbs and index fingers. She freed his hardening cock and knelt to the floor to help him step out of his jeans. As he did, his now fully erect cock rested against her face. She took the shaft in both hands and studied it briefly before taking the entire head into her mouth. She sucked gently at first and then more vigorously until he was fully erect and he began to groan with pleasure. He gently caressed her head in his hands, avoiding thrusting any deeper than she was willing to take. She seemed to take great pleasure in licking and sucking his cock and he was certainly taking great pleasure in her efforts. He glanced around looking for a suitable place to fuck her and the only place with potential was on her sofa against the far wall of her office. He always wondered why theater offices always seemed to have a couch in them. Maybe it was to make everyone more comfortable in the creative thinking process or maybe it was to have a socially acceptable place to fuck when few people were hanging around.
He suggested with his body that she should stop sucking and helped her to her feet. He leaned down to stick his tongue in her mouth and kiss her deeply. He walked her to the couch and sat her down, spreading her legs and returning the favor with a rapid dive into her pussy with his tongue. It was a combination of salty sweet to the taste as he probed between her lips and then he began to work over her clit. It was larger than average from his experience and she reacted strongly to his stimulating tongue. She began to press upward on his face and bucked some as he sucked on it. Her groaning seemed exceptionally loud in the now empty theater and office area. As she came on his face, she let out the guttural sounds of an a****l in heat and it then just occurred to him that there might be security on site that would be alerted to suck a noise and investigate. No matter, he thought, as her door was shut for a change and locked.
His cock was throbbing , wanting more attention than it had gotten. She lifted his head, knowing what he needed, and threw her legs over his shoulders, hooking her ankles behind his neck. Reaching down with both hands, she guided his cock to her opening, and pulled him into her. She took more of his length in one thrust than most women could have handled and screamed her pleasure even louder than when she had cum on his face. Her nipples were hard, threatening to burst as he pulled back and thrust again, driving his shaft the rest of the way inside her. He was pretty sure he had bottomed out, but she pulled him as deeply as he could go. His heavy balls were rubbing against her ass now, swinging and slapping her ass as he began to fuck her with vigor. Given the position they were in, he was surprised to find that she was doing as much or more of the fucking than he was, lifting herself to meet each thrust. And each thrust was sliding directly over her swollen clit. Her head was shaking side to side, her eyes closed, focused in the back of her head and her mouth hung open, contorted with the physical pleasures that only fucking can induce.
Suddenly, Layla placed her hands beside her hips and lifted herself and held her position like that as she came again, piercing the quiet building with her climactic screams. Vincent slowed to a near stop to give her time to fully enjoy the peak of her ride. She changed positions, pushing him off long enough to get on her knees on the sofa and placing her hands on the back. She looked over her shoulder to make sure he was ready to take her again. He entered her once more, pushing all the way into her, deeper than ever. His hands rested on her shoulders, pulling her back with each thrust forward and both approached orgasm rapidly. Just as she peaked yet again, he let loose, emptying himself against the smooth-rough ridges of her pussy walls. He could feel the first shot of cum go deep in her and come back to coat his shaft. The second shot was filling all of any empty spaces within her and his last, smaller shot immediately began to flow back out of her, coating the base of his cock and his ball sac.
She grabbed some napkins from her desk and collapsed with him on the couch, wiping them both off to the best of her ability. He held her close as she toyed with his only slightly wilting cock.
"Wanda said you claimed to have 10". In this case, you might have been underestimating yourself," Layla said with an exhausted laugh.
"Wanda should quit eavesdropping on private conversations," Vincent said, laughing gently as well.
"I'd like to see Jeremy take that up his ass. Ever fuck a guy before?"
Vincent was surprised by the question. "No," was his simple response.
"Ever want to?" Layla asked playfully.
Vincent thought for a moment longer this time. "Never really thought about it, I guess. Why do you ask?"
"Because I think it would be quite the turn on to watch you fuck a cute guy in the ass with that thing."
"Well, if it would get me another round with you and your perfect ass, I would have to seriously consider it then," he said semi-jokingly.
"You can have me anytime, baby," she said as she snuggled in more tightly.
"I saw the dance studio as we came to your office. All those mirrors. Maybe we can go in there and you can watch yourself getting fucked again now," Vincent volunteered.
"Oooh! I like that idea. Let's do it!"
The dance studio was right next door and she checked to make sure no one was still hanging around. They stepped into the studio and Vincent marveled at her figure , seeing it from both angles at the same time. "I was wrong," he said. "You don't have just a perfect ass, you have a perfect body!"
"Quit flattering me and get over her and fuck me!"
Layla faced the mirror and lifted one leg to the barre in front of her and leaned over a bit to make the angle right for his entry into her. His cock was hard again and he walked up to her and guided himself into her again. She studied his entry in the mirror and groaned as she watched and felt his huge manhood slide into her. He cupped her large tits with his hands partly to hold her up and partly because he loved the feel of her soft, firm tit flesh in his hands. She was mesmerized by his thrusting motions, his hips moving forward and backward in graceful movements as her clit and her entire body, actually, began to tingle, warning her of another strong orgasm approaching. She wasn't sure how long she could hold her position, and she hoped he could get off soon after she did. He did not let her down. He could see her body trembling and picked up the pace, wanting to make her cum before her strength gave out. Her shrieks of pleasure echoed in the large dance studio as she came yet again. But he was not yet ready and suggested that maybe she should relax and he would tit fuck her to his own end. She was grateful for the suggestion and pulled up a folding chair and sat in front of him, watching as his huge cock slid between her tits and upward toward her face. With each thrust, his cock head poked her softly under her chin. She lowered her face and stuck out her tongue so that his thrusts ended on her tongue and in her mouth. She held her tits firmly together and she played with her nipples as she watched his cock appear and disappear between her mounds. She glanced sideways in the mirror now and then and when he said he was ready to cum, she turned and looked down, opening her mouth again. Shot after shot of cum splashed upward into her mouth and ran back out again onto her massive tits. He held nothing back and continued until he had completely emptied himself.
Neither of them saw Jeremy watching through the crack in the door left slightly ajar from when they had entered. He had stood there watching, cock in hand, stroking to his own orgasm. He was forced to cum in his hand and exit as quietly as possible to avoid being seen.
Layla was outgoing, although not nearly as much so as Annie. She was always full of encouragement and positive thinking even, from Vincent's vantage point, it was probably time for an ass chewing when people did not put in the simple effort she requested. But she was the epitome of the artistic type, always looking at the bright side and seeking to bring out even better from those she had to deal with. She had learned long ago that volunteers were always something like cats. You had to draw them in. Herding was impossible.
The set was still under construction, so there were some things still out of place and causing some issues for the dancers.
"Where is Jeremy?" Layla asked.
Jeremy was responsible for set construction. He was just under 5'10", slender, attractive, dark hair and eyes and had a gentle looking demeanor.
"Right here," he said in a surprisingly grumpy tone.
"Jeremy, someone is going to get hurt tripping over some of these things. I understand you aren't done yet, but can you clear out some of the clutter for rehearsals?" Layla asked kindly, not at all being bossy.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Why can't you rehearse something else until I get the set finished?" he asked. "I always have something in the way of a rehearsal." He had just sat down to observe the rehearsal for a bit and to see how the set he was building was going to work.
"I know it's difficult, Jeremy, but sets are never completed until a couple of days before dress rehearsal. I just want to make sure no one falls. Just trying to help," said Layla apologetically.
"If you want to help, keep your fat ass out of my business," Jeremy said, louder than he intended.
Layla was visibly offended and her feelings were hurt. Vincent was standing almost directly between the two. He decided that Layla's approach needed a big stick behind it and stepped in.
"Can we take five? It looks like the dancers could use a water break and I will help Jeremy clear the area," Vincent suggested. But the look he sent Jeremy suggested that how the area got cleared may not be the most pleasant means possible.
Layla nodded with relief and appreciation. She dismissed everyone and went behind a curtain for a couple of minutes. Jeremy came up on stage and realized Vincent was not exactly a small man. At 6'2" tall, Vincent also had broad shoulders, and was lean, though only modestly muscled. Nonetheless, he could be imposing sometimes just by his stance and posture.
"First," Vincent said, addressing Jeremy as quietly as possible, "Layla has a perfect ass. Second, I tell fortunes on the side. I see in yours that you are at a crossroads. One direction is a public apology before rehearsal resumes, the other is a jaw wired shut for the next six weeks, at least one leg in a cast and my 10" dick up your ass after every rehearsal."
Jeremy's expression was one of shock as he looked around the stage, then at Vincent and then, to Vincent's surprise, quickly to Vincent's crotch and away again.
"I'll apologize. You're right. I was out of line and I knew it as soon as I said it." Jeremy's face and overall demeanor returned to its pleasant self.
Vincent turned to go for a drink and nearly walked right into Wanda, the wardrobe manager.
"A word to the wise, Vincent," she said with an older woman cackle. "Jeremy needed that. He needs another man to put him in his place now and then. But I would be careful about the 10" dick up his ass. He is bi and he may have actually wondered if the other part of the threat might be worth it get what you claim to offer. I'll find out in a couple of days if you were exaggerating. If not, I may be wanting some of that threat myself." She cackled again and walked back to her wardrobe room downstairs.
Vincent shook his head. The theater types always amazed him. All kinds of pretentiousness except when it came to sex and nudity. There was little in the way of modesty among most of them. They didn't go around naked, but it was nothing to see women in their thongs near the dressing room entrance, little or nothing on top as if the men didn't have eyes as they walked by. No one seemed to know that a door was for shutting and privacy at times. Men were nearly as bad. And everyone seemed to take the concept of sexual encounters to a whole new level of casualness. Vincent was no prude in that department, but the talk by one person of another person's desires or to even suggest getting some big dick and the like, was foreign to Vincent.
When everyone returned to their places, Jeremy had cleared the stage, making it more appropriate for rehearsal. "Layla, I am sorry for my earlier comments. I was out of line. You are every right to expect a safe and functioning stage. And most importantly, as Vincent pointed out, you have a perfect ass."
Jeremy smiled as he made his final statement. It was a contest now to see who turned redder in the face, Layla or Vincent. A half hour later, Layla dismissed the troupe for the night, saying she needed to work with Vincent and the leading lady for the last 30 minutes. The grateful crew quickly gathered their things and headed for the exits. But 10 minutes later, the director let the leading lady go for the night and asked Vincent to stay behind briefly.
She led him to her cramped office with a variety of playbills and posters on the walls showing all the plays she had directed or performed in over the years.
"You realize don't you, that everyone here has a tremendous respect for you as an actor and now as a leader. Nearly everyone here has done multiple shows at this venue and were surprised that you were selected for the lead, given your limited experience. But you are a natural for it. And you put Jeremy in his place, but you did it quietly. Everyone saw what you were doing and applauded you for it. Thank you." Layla never let her eyes break contact with Vincent's.
"I am sorry about that last comment of mine, though. I should not have said that. I was trying to make a ..."
"Nonsense, Vincent. Everyone likes to hear that they have a perfect ass. But no one ever hears it - until tonight," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "Any man who pays such a compliment to a woman deserves some kind of a reward, don't you think?" she asked as she began to peel off the leotard, starting at the shoulders and working it over her huge tits, causing them to bounce. She sat in her chair after she peeled them over her ample ass. as she rolled them off of her slim legs, she stood again. She stood there in thin, black, transparent bra and thong letting Vincent get a good long look at her figure.
"I want to know," she said as she stepped toward him, "if what Wanda said was true about the rest of what you said to Jeremy. So, it's up to you how far and where we go from here. I had to change clothes before I left anyway, so if there is a "detour" for awhile, so be it."
Vincent's bulge was obvious to Layla, so they could have stopped there if all she really wanted was confirmation. She ran her hand over his crotch and cooed her approval. Vincent unhooked her bra and quickly discarded it. As she went for his belt and zipper, he let his hands roam over her large tits in circular motion eventually taking both nipples between thumbs and index fingers. She freed his hardening cock and knelt to the floor to help him step out of his jeans. As he did, his now fully erect cock rested against her face. She took the shaft in both hands and studied it briefly before taking the entire head into her mouth. She sucked gently at first and then more vigorously until he was fully erect and he began to groan with pleasure. He gently caressed her head in his hands, avoiding thrusting any deeper than she was willing to take. She seemed to take great pleasure in licking and sucking his cock and he was certainly taking great pleasure in her efforts. He glanced around looking for a suitable place to fuck her and the only place with potential was on her sofa against the far wall of her office. He always wondered why theater offices always seemed to have a couch in them. Maybe it was to make everyone more comfortable in the creative thinking process or maybe it was to have a socially acceptable place to fuck when few people were hanging around.
He suggested with his body that she should stop sucking and helped her to her feet. He leaned down to stick his tongue in her mouth and kiss her deeply. He walked her to the couch and sat her down, spreading her legs and returning the favor with a rapid dive into her pussy with his tongue. It was a combination of salty sweet to the taste as he probed between her lips and then he began to work over her clit. It was larger than average from his experience and she reacted strongly to his stimulating tongue. She began to press upward on his face and bucked some as he sucked on it. Her groaning seemed exceptionally loud in the now empty theater and office area. As she came on his face, she let out the guttural sounds of an a****l in heat and it then just occurred to him that there might be security on site that would be alerted to suck a noise and investigate. No matter, he thought, as her door was shut for a change and locked.
His cock was throbbing , wanting more attention than it had gotten. She lifted his head, knowing what he needed, and threw her legs over his shoulders, hooking her ankles behind his neck. Reaching down with both hands, she guided his cock to her opening, and pulled him into her. She took more of his length in one thrust than most women could have handled and screamed her pleasure even louder than when she had cum on his face. Her nipples were hard, threatening to burst as he pulled back and thrust again, driving his shaft the rest of the way inside her. He was pretty sure he had bottomed out, but she pulled him as deeply as he could go. His heavy balls were rubbing against her ass now, swinging and slapping her ass as he began to fuck her with vigor. Given the position they were in, he was surprised to find that she was doing as much or more of the fucking than he was, lifting herself to meet each thrust. And each thrust was sliding directly over her swollen clit. Her head was shaking side to side, her eyes closed, focused in the back of her head and her mouth hung open, contorted with the physical pleasures that only fucking can induce.
Suddenly, Layla placed her hands beside her hips and lifted herself and held her position like that as she came again, piercing the quiet building with her climactic screams. Vincent slowed to a near stop to give her time to fully enjoy the peak of her ride. She changed positions, pushing him off long enough to get on her knees on the sofa and placing her hands on the back. She looked over her shoulder to make sure he was ready to take her again. He entered her once more, pushing all the way into her, deeper than ever. His hands rested on her shoulders, pulling her back with each thrust forward and both approached orgasm rapidly. Just as she peaked yet again, he let loose, emptying himself against the smooth-rough ridges of her pussy walls. He could feel the first shot of cum go deep in her and come back to coat his shaft. The second shot was filling all of any empty spaces within her and his last, smaller shot immediately began to flow back out of her, coating the base of his cock and his ball sac.
She grabbed some napkins from her desk and collapsed with him on the couch, wiping them both off to the best of her ability. He held her close as she toyed with his only slightly wilting cock.
"Wanda said you claimed to have 10". In this case, you might have been underestimating yourself," Layla said with an exhausted laugh.
"Wanda should quit eavesdropping on private conversations," Vincent said, laughing gently as well.
"I'd like to see Jeremy take that up his ass. Ever fuck a guy before?"
Vincent was surprised by the question. "No," was his simple response.
"Ever want to?" Layla asked playfully.
Vincent thought for a moment longer this time. "Never really thought about it, I guess. Why do you ask?"
"Because I think it would be quite the turn on to watch you fuck a cute guy in the ass with that thing."
"Well, if it would get me another round with you and your perfect ass, I would have to seriously consider it then," he said semi-jokingly.
"You can have me anytime, baby," she said as she snuggled in more tightly.
"I saw the dance studio as we came to your office. All those mirrors. Maybe we can go in there and you can watch yourself getting fucked again now," Vincent volunteered.
"Oooh! I like that idea. Let's do it!"
The dance studio was right next door and she checked to make sure no one was still hanging around. They stepped into the studio and Vincent marveled at her figure , seeing it from both angles at the same time. "I was wrong," he said. "You don't have just a perfect ass, you have a perfect body!"
"Quit flattering me and get over her and fuck me!"
Layla faced the mirror and lifted one leg to the barre in front of her and leaned over a bit to make the angle right for his entry into her. His cock was hard again and he walked up to her and guided himself into her again. She studied his entry in the mirror and groaned as she watched and felt his huge manhood slide into her. He cupped her large tits with his hands partly to hold her up and partly because he loved the feel of her soft, firm tit flesh in his hands. She was mesmerized by his thrusting motions, his hips moving forward and backward in graceful movements as her clit and her entire body, actually, began to tingle, warning her of another strong orgasm approaching. She wasn't sure how long she could hold her position, and she hoped he could get off soon after she did. He did not let her down. He could see her body trembling and picked up the pace, wanting to make her cum before her strength gave out. Her shrieks of pleasure echoed in the large dance studio as she came yet again. But he was not yet ready and suggested that maybe she should relax and he would tit fuck her to his own end. She was grateful for the suggestion and pulled up a folding chair and sat in front of him, watching as his huge cock slid between her tits and upward toward her face. With each thrust, his cock head poked her softly under her chin. She lowered her face and stuck out her tongue so that his thrusts ended on her tongue and in her mouth. She held her tits firmly together and she played with her nipples as she watched his cock appear and disappear between her mounds. She glanced sideways in the mirror now and then and when he said he was ready to cum, she turned and looked down, opening her mouth again. Shot after shot of cum splashed upward into her mouth and ran back out again onto her massive tits. He held nothing back and continued until he had completely emptied himself.
Neither of them saw Jeremy watching through the crack in the door left slightly ajar from when they had entered. He had stood there watching, cock in hand, stroking to his own orgasm. He was forced to cum in his hand and exit as quietly as possible to avoid being seen.
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