Kurt

Hearing a groan from Greg, Kurt figured he had a moment. Stepping up to Ella he took note of how much he towered over her. Just like Pepper. Ella gazed up at him, her blue eyes wide with desire and question. As Kurt’s hands settled on her shoulders she felt her knees grow weak, eager to buckle and lower herself to be face to face with his cock.

As fingers hooked under the hems on her shoulders, Ella thought eagerly of him pulling the outfit down, his fingers rolling her small aching hard nipples atop her rather flat chest before lowering himself to lick at them.

But all Ella could do was gasp in shock, arousal, and excitement. She hadn’t expected the sudden and firm grips that pulled upon her outfit. She had never imagined it ripping wide open so easily. The unitard dropped, hanging to each side from the top of her legs.

It excited her, she shivered in anticipation of being scooped up, the cock being manuevered past her seamless panties to bounce her atop his manhood as he stood before the room. Her heart skipped a beat as she eagerly thought about how she so deservingly belonged at the center of attention before the class. How she wanted to just be taken wildly like some animal indifferent to concerns of time or place.

Melissa was almost a had been in the world of dance.

Pepper simply a second string back up.

Victoria, Maddy, and Elyse mere amateurs.

Gabby and her beau pretenders.

Ella considered herself the only one here truly worthy.

Ella reached out to touch the chiseled form of Kurt, suddenly desirous to not just perform with him, but perform in artful nude ballet, letting the world see, and desire just what she could touch, and feel, leaving them to imagine their tension and passion. To want to see the duos bodies not simply fluidly dance together around each other.

But to couple.

The idea of such a live, or video performance unfurled in Ella’s head, the idea of it ending as the audience got to see her penetrated making her wet. Ella had been breathing deep of Kurt’s pheromones and had been jockeying for more practice time with him tonight than normal. Gossip of his obvious and engrossed unrelenting erection had been going on all night behind his back. Feigned remarks of disdain about the press of it against their bodies, the occasional implication or lewd suggestion thrown around.

But the most graphic had come when Ella was sent to find Pepper. The moans and cries of pleasure as Pepper masturbated, openly before the mirror in the women’s washroom made it clear and obvious just what she was thinking. The thoughts so urgent and rampant as to have eroded any inhibition that had enabled any sense of normalcy.

Muttered words about sucking Kurt off, about having him skull fuck her in the hallway. Of not caring if people caught or watched as he came on her face. Whines of how she’d gladly fuck anyone so long as she could feel Kurt’s cock once more.

Ella figured Pepper snapped somehow, the graphic diatribes gradually subsiding as Pepper looked less and less at herself in the mirror bent over the counter, rubbing her clit through her outfit, and more at Ella as she watched.

As Pepper came back to her senses, Ella walked back ahead of her, pretending like she hadn’t seen anything, watched anything, desired anything. She had thought Pepper had gotten it out of her system, even as Ella more consciously admitted it was almost just as overwhelming in her. Pushed significantly higher by seeing Pepper express the crude animalistic lust and desire Ella felt too.

Clearly it wasn’t out of Pepper’s system, and as Ella traced her hands slowly, and cautiously down Kurt she could understand why. Trailing her nose down the contours of the black man’s flesh she breathed deep, invigorated with each breath taken in off of his body. A strange, frightening mania settling in. A desire to feel, be felt, and fuck like Ella had never imagined.

Feeling the guiding grip of Kurt’s hands on her bare shoulders, Ella nuzzled them with her head, gazing up in anticipation as they pressed down. Her knees eagerly acquiescing to the guidance as the cock now hovered before her face.

Ella opened her mouth with the joyful grin of a child on Christmas day, her tongue licking her teeth for barely a moment before it set about exploring the cock enthusiastically. Up the length on one side, lapping around the large swollen head, then sucking her lips tight over it she bobbed down.

Delighted by the warm flesh between her lips, the taste of it upon her tongue, the joy at feeling her hands brush over her bare, exposed body as she performed this sexual act so openly.

All suddenly more **** and urgent as Kurt turned and stepped away.

Leaving Ella naked, exposed, and unused.