Thread: Brutalised Ballerina! (Jack Stalker and Malicious Lullaby)

Really Henry didn't want to let Natalie go anywhere at all. Every time he got his hands on her he felt himself losing control, becoming a primal animal, a unfettered beast, a wild sex addicted maniac who's blind rampant lust could only be satisfied by sinking deep into her flesh and spilling his seed into her tight holes. He could not get enough of her and occasionally he had to fight to suppress his jealousy at the fact that she was on display in front of so many while he was relegated to simply watching her cock tease the entire viewing audience with her tight little ballerina body and her unmatchable looks. His only consolation was that he could take her, when and wherever he wanted, as soon as she left the stage... as well as knowing that one day, when he had decided to move onto some other project, with her as the lead, he would likely fuck her on stage. Whether there would be an audience to such ravishment was debateable and as yet undecided, although if his animalistic urges took over completely he was sure that he would not care of their was an audience, nor would she, most likely. Even now he could still feel her cunt sucking on his cock,, her mouth and tongue hot and wet on his shaft and glans, her body wrapped about his cock as though it were a sheath his member should never be drawn out of. She was lucky that he allowed her to head on stage at all, after all there was an understudy, she should be used when necessary, though he accepted that once he gave in to such madness it was unlikely Natalie would see the stage again. Once that happened then the rest of the world would be her stage and he would be her only audience, balls deep in every tight little hole in her body night after night until she had been fucked to destruction. He left the dressing room and waited until she headed on stage to dance fuck the audience into a cum stained mess in her final dance, before returning to her dressing room to ensure, as always, that the most impressive gifts were his. The most sought after flowers, the most expensive champagne, the usual note of congratulations and the formal invitation to the after party at his penthouse, although this time she would be travelling with him by herself. It was a clear statement that she was his now and that the obsession had grown stronger and more powerful, a statement that she would be expected to endure and yield to even more depravity and lust than ever before. It was a task simply to leave and head back to his limo and not remain to destroy her upon her return from the stage, but he managed it, his cock still blisteringly hot and hard from her orgasm on the floor of the room. Looking down he could still see the stains of her cunt juice, something to mystify the cleaners come morning he thought with a twisted grin. He diverted his trip to the limo to move deeper into the theatre and onto the side of the stage, watching from the wings as Natalie danced and the audience sat spellbound. He was sure that some of the weaker men would have soiled themselves by now with their own cum, the rest of them all sporting massive hard ons, as they tried to hide behind programmes and jackets. How something so sinfully sexual as her dancing about could be passed off as art or entertainment was beyond him, in some countries she would surely have been arrested for such a display, while here she was cheered, clapped and drilled into the memory of her fans so that they could slip away and fist their cocks to orgasm with the image of her dance moves still fresh in their minds. Finally she was finished and he moved away and back to his original course. Retiring to his limo he passed by a few staff, the sort who would not even dare to whisper their thoughts behind his back. Was his fucking the lead dancer to rags each day something scandalous in their eyes? Carter figured that it was more than likely they were sick with envy instead, wishing they had the position and power as well as the looks and determination, to take what they wanted like he did. It mattered little that he was the director and producer, regardless he would not have stopped until he was inside Natalie and fucking her senseless, some women you just had to take and give what they needed, what they had clearly been chosen for by way of their looks and their talents. He was about to get himself a drink when she slid into the limo and was all over him with excitement. Yes, you were fabulous as always. he replied, kissing her as she threw her arms around him. He looked at the dress she had brought with her with a shake of his head, taking it to discard to the floor ahead. Don't worry about such thing. We have costume people to handle that, besides, you should never be on stage in something as shoddy as a repaired dress, only the best is allowed to adorn your flesh. he told her, sliding a hand onto her thigh, then down her leg to grasp at the hem of her dress and begin to draw it up, exposing her flesh more and more as he did so. Yes, you are forever indebted to me. he confirmed with a nod as he claimed her mouth with a hungry and passionate kiss. She knew better than to tease him, she knew that the mere sight and touch of her lips and flesh was enough to stoke the fire of lust inside him and turn him into an uncontrollable and depraved fuck hungry beast. People are starting to talk about you already Natalie. he hissed as he let his hands shift to drag and tug at her dress until it was bunched about her waist. His hands moving to grasp at her hips as he let his lips shift from her mouth to her neck, his mouth searing her skin, his teeth grazing it and leaving her marked with love bites as he indulged himself with her throat. I can see them all now, almost green with envy. The bitches are all probably cursing at the way you fucked your way to the top, the men are likely all cursing at how I made subtle changes the play, in order to make sure that you wouldn't get too close to any of them. I find it all very amusing, personally. he told her, sucking on her earlobe as he gripped her tighter, before lifting her up and across effortlessly to straddle his lap, his erection clearly seen bulging in his pants as he did so. I think its almost time to consider a change of pace and scene for you, after all it's not fair for idiots to be judging you. You would have gotten to the top eventually, perhaps, one jealous ex ballerina diva would have shot down your plans... or one scorned male lead could have ruined you with a misplaced step and an accidental mistake during a lift. This much was certain... and once it becomes clearer and clearer to all, that you belong to me, then the gossip will end and the anticipation of your next role will kick into frenzy status. As well as the anticipation of what one of the most rich and powerful bachelors is going to do with you. he nodded, half to her and half to himself. Take it out. Get it hard. he told her as he kept her on his lap, resting one hand on her hip as he surveyed her body, looking at her dress to see what the easiest way would be to get at her tits. To pull it aside, or simply molest them through the material. You can tell me about the next project you'd like to be a part of, while I decide whether to make us merely fashionably late... or whether to fuck you harder, making us properly late. he growled.