Liz pulls you backstage to please her

You feel at a loss for words as you gaze into Liz’s eyes. She has a strong animal magnetism that you haven’t felt before. You know that whatever she wants you’ll go along with it.

{if perform >=9}She looks over to the woman standing by the exit and answers, “Yeah, I just need to get something from backstage. I’ll see you there!”{else}She looks into your eyes with a smirk and says, “Come with me. I need to get something from backstage.”{endif}

She lifts up her bag and leads you back towards the stage and into the wings. The theatre is now lit with overhead lights, much more garish than the soft lights during the show. Behind the curtains you see coiled cables and other equipment along the walls, electrical boxes and caution signs interspersed with old show posters. It feels like a maze as Liz leads you through several twists and turns.

When she arrives at a door marked “Dressing Room 2” she knocks twice and quickly enters when there isn’t an immediate answer. She pulls you in and then checks that the coast is clear before closing and locking the door.

Glancing around you see that the room has a row of lockers, a ratty old couch, and a sink with a small garbage can next to it. There is also a low counter with several make-up stations set along a mirrored wall. Liz places her bag on one of the chairs by the counter and turns to face you.

“What did you need to get?” you ask.

“I need to get off.”

She undoes the belt of her trench coat. Under that she’s wearing a miniskirt. She lifts her left leg up and rests her knee on the countertop. Her leg folds back until her heel is touching her ass. She fully exposes herself to you, no panties getting in the way of your view of her neatly trimmed bush.

“Get to work,” she commands.

You drop to your knees and crawl the short distance to her. You reach out to grab her thighs as you lean in to bring your mouth in contact with her lower lips. {if benefits=true}You’ve never minded going down on her, but this feels a lot more like worship than delivering oral pleasure.{else}You get your first whiff of her scent and you know what you have to do; you start to worship her.{endif}

With broad strokes of your tongue you explore her folds. Every part of her that you can reach becomes wet with her arousal and your saliva. You dip inside of her a few times and then circle her clit. She puts one hand on top of your head and whispers encouragement. You keep going, moving from spot to spot and changing the shape and pressure of your tongue as you go. You don’t want to bore her. You want to excite her. You want to serve her!

“Mmm, what a talented display. Were you getting hungry watching me onstage?”

You moan out an “Mmm-hmm” and redouble your efforts. Her taste is sweet and thick. Her breath catches in her throat when you extend your tongue as far inside her as you can. She starts to lean into you, her pussy pressing forward and some of her weight supported by your neck.

“Good boy,” her voice is breathy and low. “You’re finding... all the right spots... mmm...”

Before long her grip tightens and she takes a more active role. She moves your head exactly where she wants it saying, “Yes! That’s it, Connor! Tongue my clit TONGUE MY FUCKING CLIT! HARDER!”

You do your best to obey as she grinds her pussy against your mouth and your nose presses into her pubic bone. You don’t care if she gives you a nosebleed, it would be worth it if it gets her off. Her hips makes short little jerks against your face and you aren’t able to breathe but you won’t pull away.

You’ll pass out rather than fail her.

But before that can happen she cries out in ecstasy and her body shakes. You feel the muscles in her legs working as she stands on tip toes. Her fingers dig deliciously into your scalp.

Her orgasm comes on fast. It’s intense but short. She sighs softly as she pulls you away from her. You fall back onto your ass, catching your first gasps of air in a minute.

Liz puts her leg back down and settles her skirt. She ties the belt again then checks herself in the mirror.

“Yes, that’s just what I needed. Thanks again for being such a big help. Oh, don’t stay too long or they might lock you in.”

With that she picks up her bag and walks out the door. You sit there on the ground catching your breath, glad to have been of service.