Cherry Stone

I walked down the corridor with my arm round Tiffany. She wore a very short red plaid skirt with thick black belt, a white shirt tied in a knot beneath her breasts. Around her neck was the studded leather collar that now sits in my 'trophy' collection. Tiffany was barely old enough to drink, half my age.

I wore black leather pants, long sleeve black t-shirt and boots. My hand gripped the neck of my guitar letting it swing by my side the strap grazing the carpet. An old couple approached from the other end of the hall, as they passed I nodded to them and squeezed Tiffany's tit making her jump in surprise.

I opened the door letting Tiffany go inside ahead of me. Inside Cherry lay naked on the bed. Cherry had started as my physical trainer, we became lovers and she accompanied me on tours when she wasn't advertising her fitness videos.

Cherry looked amazing naked, her toned bronze body shone against the red bed. The tattooed cherrys one her hip shining her name.

Tiffany paused looking at Cherry, I hadn't said we wouldn't be alone when we left the backstage party. I walked round her to the chair plugging my guitar into the amp beside it. Tiffany stood between me in the chair and Cherry on the bed.

I plucked at the strings, deep rolling notes began to flow from the amp, the bass on maximum. Cherry climbed from the bed and made her way slowly towards Tiffany. Tiffany seemed frozen in her confusion, unable to decide what to do. Walking behind her Cherry's hands slid round Tiffany's hips. Cherry danced, pressed against Tiffany's back moving their hips in unison.

Cherry was a born performer, it's why she appeared in so many of my music videos. She loved being watched, and I loved watching her. Slowly Tiffany began moving by herself rather than being moved. As they danced they turned to face me, Tiffany's eyes were closed as she listened to the music.

Slowly Cherry's hands moved up Tiffany's stomach to the knot of her shirt. Pulling at the material the shirt fell open to reveal large pale breasts. I watched Cherry's fingertips squeeze the hardening nipples. My pants began to feel restrictive as I became aroused.

Leaning back into Cherry's arms, Tiffany's body pulsated with the music, their hips rolled with the notes. Cherry's hands squeezed soft ripe breasts.

Cherry's hands moved down Tiffany's flat stomach, gliding down the front of her skirt to reach between her thighs. The bottom of the skirt lifted to reveal the black thong, the sheer material revealing shaved skin before becoming solid black to disappear between her legs.

Cherry's fingers delved inside the thong, I watched as Tiffany's movements became controlled by two conflicting sources, the guitar produced slow sensual tones for her body to bend to, while Cherry's fingers made her jerk and writhe as they slid between her legs.

Cherry pushed the thong down exposing the lips that concealed the moist crevasse. I shifted in the chair, my member wanting to be released. The thong drifted down smooth thin legs to get caught on big boots.

I watched as Cherry's fingers pushed into Tiffany, making Tiffany moan. Cherry's hips gyrated to the music, Tiffany was completely under Cherry's control.

Tiffany's skin began to redden, her breasts heaved with her rapid breathing. I placed the guitar on the floor ready to join in. As I rose to my feet my fingers worked the zipper on my pants letting me pull my rod free.

Cherry pulled her dripping fingers out of Tiffany denying her an orgasm. Spinning her round Cherry passed Tiffany to me, she stumbled out of her thong and fell backwards into my arms. My hand grabbed her thigh holding her up while she regained her balance, it slid up pushing the skirt up.

Reaching between her legs my fingers pushed at her wet opening, she groaned. I took my straining cock in my hand and pushed up into her. She moaned as I buried my shaft in her wet flesh.

Cherry walked to the table and picked up the camera. My leather pants slapped against bare skin as I thrust. Cheery knelt down before us, camera ready. My fingers drew up the skirt making sure the photo would show me buried inside her. My free hand gripped her hair.

I gave a quick hard tug on her hair forcing her head back and making her yelp in pain. I doubt she remembers the pain when she looks at her souvenir photo, mouth open, eyes squeezed shut.

My hand grabbed her breast, as I pushed forcefully into her I squeezed soft flesh. I was ready to explode inside her but forced myself to wait. I could feel her on the edge, my fingers crept down  finding her hard wet pulsating nub. As I thrust into her my fingertips pressed against the tip of her nerves.

She began to wail and her body shook, I released into her while her body spasmed around me. She slipped from me sinking to her knees quivering.

Cherry led me towards the bed, the warm up act finished. 

Word Count: 866
Written For: October 23rd 2010 "The Weekly Quickie Contest" 
Prompt:
Picture of a woman's ass and a guitar