0 comments/ 16242 views/ 1 favorites Ballet Couplings By: silverroses June 2000 She moved so gracefully. Well, to be fair, they all did. When you are a dancing with the New York City Ballet, if you weren't one of the best, you weren't there. But there was something about this petite blonde haired beauty that struck Sam's fancy. Her breasts were perky and round and looked firm beneath her tight leotard. Her smile made her eyes sparkle, although right now she wasn't smiling. They were in the middle of rehearsal and Brenda had just been reprimanded for not doing the one step perfectly. Although it was a one time mistake, their director was often impossible to please and showed his displeasure. He practically humiliated Brenda in the middle of the number, making the entire orchestra and group stop. Little did he know, by putting her on the spot like that, it made her heart race, like it did for anyone else. But it also made her catch her breath and send a comfortable little tingle down her spine and into her pussy. Although she wasn't quite aware of what it was that had started her going, she recognized the signs that she was getting turned on. Not because of the humiliation, but because of that thought, she blushed, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink that was very becoming. No one in the company or the orchestra particularly noticed, as there was always someone being berated by the director. Except Sam, of course, who noticed everything that had to do with Brenda. The rehearsal resumed. When the rehearsal was over, Sam caught up with Brenda back stage. "That sucks that the director is such an ass," he said. He wasn't sure how Brenda would react to his language, but he wasn't one to worry about it. He wasn't interested in a woman trying to change him. "Yes," she agreed. She was sitting on a chair, unlacing her ballet shoes. She glanced up. It was Sam, one of the male dancers. She had a nice view of his long, muscular legs, all wrapped up tightly in his tights. Brenda briefly admired his legs before looking up at his face. He was particularly attractive, and she was a little surprised that he was talking to her. Through the years, she had been very focused on achieving her dream of dancing for the New York City Ballet. Until that time, she had been far too busy to have any boyfriends and no one paid much attention to her in high school as she had been very focused on her studies. So needless to say, the male attention was abnormal for her. "Can I take you out for an early dinner?" They were being released after a grueling rehearsal to go eat before their 8pm show. "I don't know. I don't usually eat before the show," Brenda replied. She was being truthful, but she was also unsure of how she felt about how forward Sam was being. Of course, anyone else would have thought that he was being the perfect gentleman, but with her lack of experience, anything was forward. "Well, then how about some coffee?" She hesitated. "Or tea?" She still paused, but then replied, "I suppose tea wouldn't hurt." "Great. Let me get changed and I'll meet you at the stage door." Sam didn't wait for a reply but walked off to the men's dressing room to change his clothes. It didn't take long for him to change and be waiting by the door. Brenda, however, was taking her time. Brenda went into the dressing room and slowly stripped off her leotard. Although she would have to put it on again in a short while for the show, she couldn't bear the thought of wearing it all evening. She folded it neatly and placed it in her locker with the shoes she had taken off a few minutes earlier. Standing there in her thong underwear and bra, she got a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her body was tight and trim. Her muscles well defined from frequent use. Dancing was a grueling career that worked her body very hard. She loved it, and she loved the figure she had for it, but it was sometimes exhausting. She stripped off her bra, which was a tight sports model. She wouldn't wear it for an actual performance but it helped her during practice. Her B cup breasts sometimes bounced a little more than she would like during performances. But the bra lines were unflattering. She breathed a sigh of relief at having the bra off and watched as her breasts bounced lightly, now free. The thong allowed her to not be completely naked underneath her leotard, and it kind of made her feel sexy, even though it really was the only practical underwear you could wear! Realizing that Sam was probably waiting for her, she quickly put on her pants and shirt, leaving herself braless. She shrugged mentally at the thought. It didn't really matter if she were wearing a bra or not. At 25 years old, she was still perky enough to pull it off without anyone really noticing. She grabbed her purse off the hook in her locker and closed it. It locked automatically, but she spun the dial anyway, to ensure that it was locked. Being the summer, she didn't need a jacket or anything so off she went. Sam was waiting by the door. He had nearly jumped every time the door opened and a dancer walked out. The blonde ones really got his blood pressure going but none of them had been Brenda. He was starting to wonder if she had decided to stand him up and went out the other door or something when she finally emerged. She was stunning. He looked her up and down, being careful not to ogle her too much, although he particularly wanted to when he realized she must not be wearing a bra. The afternoon sun beat down and kept her warm but he wondered how hard her nipples would be if it were chilly today. "Where would you like to go?" he asked. "I don't care," she replied with a shrug. She wasn't one to make a lot of decisions. He took her to a small, out of the way café where they were able to talk and have a nice conversation. Although he was horny as hell and his cock was half hard throughout the meal, he made polite conversation and did not let on that he wanted nothing more than to take her behind the stage and fuck her brains out. Every time she moved, her breasts swayed slightly making it impossible for Sam to not think about sex. Although, to be fair, Brenda wasn't far off. Although she was still a virgin, having had such few opportunities for sex, she was a masturbation pro and the thong was making her horny. She wondered what Sam would say if she told him that but she knew that she could never be so forward. They ate up all the time they had drinking tea and coffee and finally they knew they had to get back. Sam was uncomfortable because he was starving. The coffee shop had great drinks but he knew that their baked goods would be stale and unappetizing. He hadn't thought that Brenda would want to spend the whole time with him so he hadn't worried about getting something to eat. But when they realized it was now after 6pm, he was somewhat stuck. So before they left, he ordered a croissant to eat on the way back to the theater. Brenda was secretly glad that he had his hands full with the croissant when they left the café. Although it had been a spur of the moment outing, it had felt very much like a date, particularly when Sam insisted on paying. Not that Brenda minded the nice treatment, but she wasn't sure what she would do with her hands if Sam's had been free. Of course, it would be a ten minute walk back to the theater and Sam finished his croissant long before they got back. He hesitated just a moment and then confidently grabbed Brenda's left hand. Her hand was tiny in his, which made sense, he thought, as he looked down at her. He was a good foot taller than she was. Brenda was surprised at how comfortable she felt holding Sam's hand all the way back to the theater. When the arrived, at the stage door, she went to pull her hand away, not sure what their fellow dancers would think, but Sam wouldn't let her hand go. Finally they arrived at the dressing room doors where they would have to part ways. Sam pulled her to the side of the door and gently leaned her up against it. Her back was pressed against the wood paneling of the wall and Sam gently spread her legs with his knee. He leaned down and kissed her passionately, his tongue pushing its way into her mouth and exploring the soft tissue there. She felt her blood boil with desire. She wasn't sure what signal she had given him that it was okay to do this to her, particularly there in front of the dressing room doors where anyone could see them. But something about the situation really got her hot. When Sam broke the kiss, he left Brenda panting. Then he turned and without a backward glance, walked into the men's dressing room. Brenda stood there, stunned. Sam hadn't said a word to her. He didn't tell her that he wanted to see her again, although the kiss kind of indicated that he did. He didn't thank her for a nice date. She didn't even get to thank him! Finally catching her breath a minute or two later, she went into the dressing room and put on her costume for the ballet. She felt like the show took longer than usual. Every time she saw Sam on stage, he pointedly avoided her gaze, concentrating on the show. Fine, she thought, she would do the same. She focused on her performance and even though she had been shaken to the core by that kiss, she managed to perform well. It wasn't her best performance but it was passable. The director wouldn't yell at her at least. Relief washed over her as they did their final curtain call. By the end of the show, she had gotten herself pretty worked up that Sam was ignoring her. He couldn't even give her a smile? She couldn't understand it. Now her blood was really boiling and it had nothing to do with sexual tension. In fact, she meant to yell at Sam at the first chance she got. Meanwhile, Sam was anxious for the end of the show also. His blood was also boiling, but his was with sexual tension. He had purposely been aloof with Brenda because he knew it would get her all riled up. But he also was pretty sure that the kiss he had left her with had her hooked. Although he was fairly confident, he was ready for the show to be over. Plus, what he really had in mind had him on edge. When the show ended, Sam went to the dressing room as fast as he could and changed his clothes. He was pretty sure that Brenda would wait for him if he wasn't out first, but he wasn't totally sure. So just in case, he stripped down, hung his clothes in his locker, and put his street clothes back on in record in time. He was wearing jeans and a polo-shirt. He was usually a fairly nice dresser. The jeans didn't have any tears in them and they were faded, even though that was the style. He walked out of the dressing room and down the hall to a small alcove before the stage door. He knew that Brenda usually used that door. He was visible, but not highly so and he had brought a book so that it wouldn't look totally awkward with him standing there. He leaned against the wall and opened the book at random. It was Catcher In The Rye which he had read a gazillion times before. It was the copy he always kept in his dressing room in case he had some down time. He would pick it up and flip to a random page whenever he wanted and read a few pages. That's what he did now. Even though it was his favorite book, which was evidenced by the worn creases in the binding, he couldn't concentrate on it. Every time he heard footsteps coming down the hall he would look up anxiously. Finally she came around the corner. "Hey," he called. She turned her head and glared at him. "What do you think you—" He cut her off by grabbing her wrists and pushing them up against the wall in the alcove, effectively pinning her again. Before she could continue her thought, she found herself being kissed quite as passionately as the first time. She melted against him, her body relaxing, her breathing becoming heavy. Sam pushed a leg between her thighs again and brought his knee up to press against her pussy. He could feel the heat radiating from her and it made his cock begin to get hard. He let go of her left hand and she brought it up and hooked it around his neck. She wound her fingers through his hair at the base of his neck. His hair wasn't long, but it was long enough to get her fingers into it. Since she had responded so positively to being let go, Sam let go of her other hand. She did the same with that until both of her hands were entwined in his hair. He put his hands on her waist and as she got more and more into the kiss, he started to move his right hand up to cup her breast. He decided not to go under her shirt since it was only the second kiss they had shared, but it was still very personal. He cupped her right breast and found that she was still not wearing a bra and her nipples were rapidly becoming hard under his touch. He gently rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb and she arched her back against him. Finally, when he had her panting and pushing her breasts against him, he broke the kiss. "Come on. I am taking you home." He did not give her a choice. It was a simple and direct statement and she followed blindly. He took her back to his apartment in the heart of the city. They didn't speak as he hailed a cab, gave the address, and pulled up in front of his apartment. They still didn't speak as Sam paid the driver, got out, and held the door open for Brenda. Even as they went inside the building, with Sam holding the door, and up two flights of stairs to his apartment, they still said nothing. The entire time, Brenda's mind was reeling. She felt like a cat in heat, completely overcome by desire. At the same time, she was scared to death. Although she and Sam had worked at the ballet together for quite a while now, she didn't really know him. She couldn't believe that she had followed him to his apartment like this or that she was willing to lose her virginity to him. Which, at this point, she fully realized that if he ripped off her clothes and fucked her right then and there, she wasn't going to protest. As much as her mind may want her to protest, her body would not respond. As much as she willed herself to speak up at some point and say that she had to go home, she never did find her voice. And when Sam closed and latched the door behind her, she knew that she wasn't ever going to protest. Sam knew as soon as she followed him to the street to get a taxi that she was his. She was following so blindly, it was like a dream. Or rather, it was like Sam's fantasy. A beautiful woman at his fingertips, blindly doing whatever he said. What could possibly be better? In all of his 30 years of life, he had never had such a fantasy and doubted that he would ever have a chance to have that fantasy fulfilled again. There was no way in hell he was going to give up the chance! After he latched the door with the key, he pulled it out. Normally, he would leave the key in the door being that you could only open the door with the key. But he thought that it particularly drove home the idea that he was in charge. He placed the key in his pocket and turned to face Brenda. She was standing in the middle of the living room (which is where the door led immediately to), with her arms at her sides. She had no idea what to do with herself, so she just stood and waited. "Welcome," Sam said, and smiled. He wanted her to comfortable. Part of getting her to bend to his will was to make her feel comfortable. Making her feel completely out of control right away would just put her on edge and make her be guarded. That was not at all his intent. It would be no fun for him if she didn't enjoy herself also. He just had always had the feeling, and today had proven his feeling to be true, that Brenda wanted to be controlled. She returned his smile. "Thank you." "Let me give you a tour of the place." It wasn't big but he intended for his tour to end in the bedroom, making it nice and easy to get her into bed. "That would be nice." He walked closer and put his arm around her shoulder. It was comforting and she let herself be guided around the room that way. "This is the living room. Over here is the kitchen." The kitchen was practically attached to the living room. There was one small counter that divided the two. The counter served as the only dining space he had. "Here is the bathroom." It had a bath tub, which was fairly rare in the city and Brenda remarked on that. "And last but not least, the bedroom." "Oh, I couldn't possibly go in your bedroom! That's so personal." "Nonsense!" Sam declared. "I want you to see it." Brenda didn't reply but allowed herself to be led into the room. "Why don't you sit here on the bed?" Although the words formed a question, his tone made it clear that it was a command. She sat down on the edge of the bed. Sam knelt down beside her and took her shoes off. He took his time untying the laces of her sneakers and then stripping the socks off after them. Her feet were small and petite. After the grueling rehearsal and then the performance that night, they weren't particularly clean, but Sam didn't mind. He began to rub them, working his thumbs into the sensitive areas of her feet. He could hear her start to groan in spite of herself. Her feet must have been hurting her. No matter how much you danced, you couldn't dance that much without a little pain. She was starting to really relax then and lay back on the bed while he sat on the floor and worked on her feet. Then he moved his hands up and began to work on her legs. Her beautifully shaped calves were muscular under her pants. He worked over her pants and massaged up to her thighs. She truly was stunning. When he got to the junction between her thighs, he stopped. "Why don't we get that shirt off of you and I'll give you a nice back massage with some oil?" he suggested. The massage had felt so good and she was so upset to have it stop that she was ready to agree to anything for it to continue. Sam helped her out of her shirt, which of course was all she had on from the waist up. He tossed it on the floor and instructed her to lie down on her stomach. She moved up the bed to rest her head on one of his pillows. He got out the oil and, as promised, gave her the massage of a lifetime. She was completely and totally relaxed when he started to push her pants down. Thankfully, the pants had an elastic waist and didn't resist being pulled down. He pulled them all the way to her ankles, leaving her wearing only the thong. He began rubbing down her smooth legs, as he had when she had been wearing pants. But of course the act was much more intimate now that she was nearly naked. When he had worked down to her feet he began working his way back up. This time he massaged her bare ass that he had before neglected. When she didn't protest, he made a point to move more to her sides and the sides of her breasts when he got back up to her back. She still did not protest and even moaned softly when he rubbed a tender spot. She was clearly relaxed and at peace while Sam was getting more and more worked up. When he had touched every inch of her he could reach without flipping her over, he put both hands on one side and gently pulled, indicating to her that he wanted her to flip over. Sure enough she did. Now she was lying face up but with her eyes closed. Sam massaged her stomach and then moved up to her breasts. Her breasts were smooth and round and firm. Her nipples were small and got hard as he touched them. He lightly pinched her nipples, rolling the nub between his finger and thumb as he had done earlier, but now her breasts were bare. She moaned softly and arched her back. She was feeling completely vulnerable but nothing compared to the way she was going to feel in a moment. One of Sam's hands traveled down her stomach and began to probe at her hot pussy. He slipped a finger inside her by pushing the thin thong fabric to the side. She was hot and wet and ready for him, but tight has hell. Could she possibly be a virgin? That had been the rumor, and that often happened with the women in the ballet, but he hadn't considered it. She was 25 for goodness sake! Ballet Couplings Ch. 02 June 2010 Cassie was a quiet girl, although "girl" isn't quite the word to describe her. But at 23 years old, she still acted the part of a girl. She had graduated from college, true enough, Boston University in fact. Her degree was in finance which made it nearly impossible to get a job. With the way the market had been crashing the past few years, there was little hope for any great jobs anytime soon. Somehow she found her way to a floor job at Victoria's Secret. For the shy brunette, this was somehow a job that didn't seem like it would suit her. Yet somehow it did. Women felt comfortable around her and she made a lot of sales. She usually helped women in the dressing rooms although she also rang up customers when they were busy. Plus, much of her time was spent reorganizing the racks and hanging up clothes which meant she didn't have to deal with people. That was the part she liked the best. Even with her store discount, she still didn't buy anything at the store that wasn't appropriate for her mother to see. She wasn't a virgin, but she had only had sex with one guy and it had been quite a few years ago. That was when she was back in high school. Her freshmen year she had started dating a guy who was two years older than she was. He was more experienced sexually and it showed. Within a few weeks he had pressured her into having sex with him which she regretted every day since. In fact, it had pretty much kept her from dating. She did try once in college but as soon as the guy tried to touch her supple breasts, she ran away and never looked back. On this particular June day, a beautiful woman walked into the store. She moved so gracefully that Cassie could only imagine that she must be a dancer. She was shorter than Cassie by a good four inches. She was also very petite, particularly in comparison to Cassie's large frame. Even though she had been losing weight, she was still fairly heavy. But with her 40 DD breasts, her body was well proportioned. Cassie steeled herself for the contact she knew was coming. "Hi, can I help you?" She smiled. "Um, yes, I suppose. I'm looking for something, um, well, my husband and I—" She was having trouble completing her thought. "I'm sorry. I've never bought lingerie before." "That's okay. I can help you find something or you can just look around. Lingerie is in the back of the store." "Thanks." The woman walked off toward the direction Cassie had indicated. She wasn't sure that help would even be helpful at this point since she had no idea what she wanted. She browsed for about ten minutes on her own, looking at different outfits. She didn't even know what size she would wear. Small? Medium? Large? Did they have petite? Was a size 6 jeans the same as a size 6 piece of lingerie? She had no idea. So she decided to go back to the sales girl. "Can you help me?" "Sure! Absolutely. Do you have any ideas of what you are looking for?" "No, I really don't. My husband and I have been married a long time and I just wanted to spice things up a bit. Next week we will have been together for 10 years." "That's great!" Cassie said. "If you are really looking to spice things up, I would look at something in red. I think it would really go well with your skin tone." She picked an outfit up off a rack. It was red and completely see-through. It came with a pair of actual underwear, not a thong, and it was adjustable. "Let's try this on." The woman nodded. Cassie led her back to the dressing area and opened a door for her using a key she had strapped to her wrist. "Just go right in here. Let me know if you need any help." "Thanks." The woman went into the dressing room and stripped down to next to nothing. She kept on her cotton underwear. It was white and it just covered her ass. But the more she thought about spicing up her relationship with her husband, the wetter she became. It was obvious on her white underwear, too. Unfortunately the mirror in the dressing room was just one flat mirror and it didn't really tell her what she looked like from all sides. She had noticed that at the end of the little hall, there was a little alcove of mirrors that would show her what she looked like from the back. They always had those in dressing rooms for "normal" stores. She wasn't sure what the etiquette here was. Her nipples were clearly defined in the sheer, knee length gown. Should she go out? "Um, excuse me?" "Yes?" Cassie replied back. She had been busying herself with fixing discarded items back on their hangers so that they looked flattering, no matter what their size. "Can I come out and use the mirrors at the end of the row there?" "Yes, absolutely. As long as you're comfortable." Well there it was. How comfortable was she? She opened the door slowly, peering out to see if any other customers were there. But to her relief, the store wasn't busy. It was a weekday morning, so it did seem unlikely a lot of people would be there. Owning your own business did sometimes have its perks, one of them being you could somewhat make your own schedule. But the reality was that when the dance students were available to come to the studio, you made time for them. And when they didn't have time, you relished in the time off. Right now was one of those times. Thursday mornings she had no lessons and no classes and her husband did. He taught a lesson to a boy who was home schooled. It worked out well for her to go to Victoria's Secret then under the guise that she was going grocery shopping. She slowly emerged from the dressing room and Cassie looked up as she did. She was stunning. Her legs were muscular and trim. Even with bare feet, she stood on her toes (Cassie wondered if that was a side effect of being a dancer), and it elongated her legs. Her breasts were perky, even though she appeared to be in her 30s at least. As Cassie's gaze lingered on the stranger's breasts, she watched the brown nipples get perky and push against the thin red fabric. She pulled her gaze away from the beautiful breasts, but unfortunately then got a glimpse of the woman's underwear. Although it wasn't particularly sexy, it was clearly wet. Was the woman turned on by just trying on the lingerie? That was incredible. "That looks great on you!" Cassie finally choked out. "Really? Thanks!" She sounded genuinely surprised. "I'm Brenda, by the way." She reached out her hand and shook with Cassie. "I'm Cassie. Would you like me to get you some other outfits to try on?" "Yes, that would be great!" Brenda replied. Cassie left the area and returned with a few more outfits in varying colors and styles. All of them had the benefit of being sheer or at least accentuating the woman's breasts. Although they were small, a B cup by Cassie's expert estimation, they were perfect and certainly the woman's best asset. She was beautifully proportioned and toned, but her ass was small because of it. A half an hour later, Brenda had tried on ten different outfits and had chosen three of them to purchase. Pleased with herself, Cassie led her out to the cash register, now fully clothed, to ring up her purchases. Brenda was as pleased as Cassie was and decided to offer her a free dance lesson. The woman was a little overweight but she had a beauty about her that Brenda couldn't pass up. Besides, a customer was a customer and maybe she could hook Cassie with that first lesson and make some money out of the deal. "Here. This is my business card and a coupon. I own a dance studio. As a thank you for your help, I want to give you a free dance lesson. You don't have to come but I think you would enjoy it. Just remember, if you come soon, don't tell my husband how we met! I have a few more weeks before he gets his surprise!" "Thank you," Cassie replied. She knew she wasn't supposed to take "tips" from customers but she thought this hardly counted. It wasn't costing the woman anything anyway and it really was a business proposition. Of course she wanted Cassie to join the dance studio and make some money off of her. She probably handed out free coupons to everyone. So she took the small pieces of paper and stuck them in the back pocket of her jeans. She would have to give some serious thought to dancing. With her body, she didn't see how anyone would like to watch her dance but apparently Brenda had some sort of interest. Or maybe it was purely financial. Mentally, Cassie shrugged. She might take Brenda up on her offer. Someday. **************** Sam knew that Brenda was leaving for a conference for a full week. He was partially dreading the fact that she was leaving and partially excited that he would be alone. He also had great plans for when she returned. Sam and Brenda's sex life had been lacking. They had known each other now for almost ten years. When she returned home from her trip, it would be ten years to the day since he enticed her into his bed from the New York City Ballet. They had rushed into marriage and things had been largely good. But when they moved from New York to Boston, they were so busy opening their own business that their relationship had gone by the wayside. It had been four years since then and things had been going down since. But Sam often remembered their first night together where he had practically forced her to have sex with him and she had been so open and inviting. He thought that if he brought back some of that control, she might open up to him again and be the woman he had fallen in love with so many years ago. Maybe by opening up that control, he would be the man she had fallen in love with. So he had made plans for while she was away. Brenda was in for a great surprise when she came back. Ballet Couplings Meanwhile, his other hand left her breast and slipped up to find the restraints that were always attached to his bed. He slipped a Velcro cuff over Brenda's wrist and secured it. She started at the contact when she realized she was trapped. "What are you doing?" "Shhh" Sam replied and rolled over on top of her, kissing her full on the mouth to keep her from talking. He used the hand that had just been in her pussy and now smelled of her sweet juices to latch in her other wrist. Although she could probably get out of them if she had her wits about her and had been left alone, he wouldn't allow that to happen. His mouth left hers and he kissed down her neck onto her collar bone. Then he moved down to her breasts. He gently tugged on one hard nipple with his teeth. Then he did the same to the other. As he tugged harder, she breathed heavier. Noticing her reaction, he tugged a little harder. Then he moved on, kissing down her stomach and then onto her thighs. He did avoid her pussy a little bit longer, teasing her by blowing a little hot breath right on her covered clit, but not actually touching it. She was squirming now but she wasn't vocally protesting anymore. He was glad because he thought that gagging her at this early stage of the game probably wouldn't prove to bode well. Finally he put his lips right over her clit and began to suck gently. Her clit came out of its hood and he flicked it with his tongue. She moaned loudly and squirmed. He realized she probably had never felt that sensation before and it was probably overwhelming. It was a good thing she was tied down! He slid one hand up between her legs and inserted a finger inside her again. She was hotter and wetter than she had been just minutes before. He hooked his finger and pulled on her g-spot the way that he knew women liked. She nearly screamed when he started doing that. All the while he continued to lick and suck her clit, being gentle but insistent. She moaned and moaned and finally began screaming as he pushed her over the cliff into orgasm. It was the first one she had had that was not self given and she was shocked at how different it felt. She had thought her own orgasms had been great but this was something else. Without waiting for her to come down from her orgasm, Sam climbed up her body and ripped her thong off. It snapped easily in his hand. He pushed his cock toward her pussy and was absolutely shocked when he felt more than saw the gush of blood that meant that she truly had been a virgin until that moment. Brenda gasped with the sudden pain. It wasn't as bad as she had heard it was but it was unpleasant. Sam was concerned with hurting her but she still wasn't protesting. It took every ounce of his self restraint not to start pounding into her immediately but he continued to be gentle as he fucked her. He sat back on his feet, keeping his hard cock inside her. It gave a different angle that felt good and it allowed him to play with her clit some more. Since she had cum so recently, she came again quickly and he knew that would help with the pain she was feeling. When she was moaning again and not grimacing, he leaned back down over her and undid her restraints. She wrapped her arms around his neck almost immediately and held on for dear life. He held back his cum as long as he could and fucked her for what felt like hours but was probably just a few minutes. The overwhelming thought of knowing that he had just taken this beautiful woman's virginity was too much for him to last too long and he came with forcefulness he hadn't been sure he had in him. When he was spent, he rolled them both over and she collapsed on his chest. His cock softened inside of her but he didn't pull it out. He just held her against him and rocked her softly until she fell asleep in his arms. He didn't sleep at all that night. He just watched her sleeping with her head on his chest. Six months later, they ran off to Vegas and got married. Six years later, they left the ballet to move to Boston and opened their own dance studio.