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This a story of erotic fiction. Any resemblence to
actual persons or events is purely coincidental.  It
is written solely for the pleasure of the audience. 
Any distribution or the description or accounts of
this story without the express permission of the
commissioner is prohibited.  No animals were harmed in
writting this story.  Constructive criticism is
welcome, but flames are not.  
Enjoy.  

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	Elliot was tired, but elated.  He had just completed
another concert featuring Barber's violin concerto. 
He loved the Barber because it was relatively short,
but technically demanding and musically thrilling.  
Being a soloist required tremendous concentration, 
but he was finally able to relax.   He received a
major ovation and added a brief encore of a sonata by
Bach.  Now all he wanted was a tender steak and a  tender
woman.
	He doubted he would have trouble finding either.  
There were several pretty music students waiting for
him by the green room after the concert.  Even a
classical violinist has groupies.  He also had an
invitation from Mrs. Beth Hugo, a member of the
symphony board, to visit on Sunday.   
	Beth had picked him up at the airport the previous
day and took him and his expensive violin to a luxury
hotel near the symphony hall.  
	She told him, "Mr.  Hastings,  I want your stay in
our city to be as comfortable as possible.  If I can
do anything for you, anything at all, don't hesitate
to call."
	"Thank you, Mrs. Hugo, but I just want to go to bed. 
I had a long flight."
	"Please call me Beth.   Perhaps we can get together
on Sunday, after your concert? I have a nice house in
the suburbs. "
	"I'd like that, Beth."  
	She was flirting with him the entire time on the
drive to the hotel.  Elliot knew from years of
experience that the wives of board members were the
easiest to seduce.   
	 Occasionally,  Elliot would subtly ask the hotel
concierge for the name of a woman whom he could pay to
visit him.   Today, he did not feel that desperate,
because he had a fantastic tryst in the previous city,
and because he could wait for Beth if he had to.  
	When he began his career as an international soloist,
his wife Anna would leave her art and accompany him on
tour.  However, when their children were born, she
decided to stay with them in London.   Anna was
grateful that Elliot earned enough money to give her
the freedom to pursue her art.   She was also aware
that his name gave her some local prominence.   She
was aware that he had certain needs on tour which he
might meet by finding a woman.   All she asked was
that he come home to her after the tours.   She knew
better than to ask any questions.
	A small swarm of women came over to him in the green
room. They wanted autographs, and a chance to audition
for him.   Sometimes, even a man would hint that he
might swing his way,  but Elliot always politely
declined those invitations. 
	"Who here wants to join me at a steak house?"  he
called to the throng. 
	Several hands went up.   He called to three pretty
girls,  "You, you, and you."   Many of the rest were
too young or too serious to be much fun this evening. 

	As he lead the trio to the steak house he asked their
names and instruments.
	"My name is Ellen.   I study the flute,"  said the
prettiest girl.
	"I'm Laura. I play the oboe,"  said another.
	"I'm Sue.  I'm a violinist, like you,"   added the
third.
	When they got to the restaurant,  Ellen asked, "Can I
touch your hair?  I love the way it sways when you
play."
	Elliot had a full head of long, curly brown hair, 
making him look more like a seventies acid rock star
than a classical violin soloist.   At dinner,  he
amused the women with stories of this travels.  He
lived near London, and mainly toured Europe and North
America, with occasional forays to Asia and South
America.   Except for Tel Aviv, he never went to the
Middle East or Africa.  
	After dinner, he asked Ellen if she would walk him to
his hotel.  The other women were disappointed, but he
told them maybe next time.   Ellen was flattered that
he chose her,  but the hotel was very close.
	"Do you want to come in?"    he  asked.
	"I can only stay for a moment.  You would have been
better off with Laura or Sue.  I don't think I can
give you what you want."
	"Why not?"
	"You want me to sleep with you, right?"
	"That would be delightful."
	"If my boy friend found out, he would go crazy."
	"No one wants a crazy boy friend."
	He sat on a chair.  Ellen was grateful that he did
not press the point.   She wondered how to handle this
world famous musician.
	Finally, she said, "I could go down on you.   My boy
friend says I give great head."
	"That would be very nice.   Looking at you has made
me very horney."
	"Horney?  I thought you were a violinist."
	She  tied back her shoulder length blond hair with a
barrette and knelt in front of him in the chair.   
She undid his belt, and he let her pull down his
slacks and shorts.   She cupped his penis in her hand,
admiringly.   She  liked giving head, because it gave
her a feeling of control.   
	She said,  "You are going to love this.   Sit back
and let me do the work."
	He replied, "Yes.  I have always loved being sucked
by a flutist.  You have great lips."
	She pulled his prick into her mouth.   The suction
caused it to grow and harden rapidly.  She moved back
and forth over it, but she wanted his pleasure to
last.   She licked the circumference, going over the
tip and down the sides,  like an ice cream cone.   He
just closed his eyes and enjoyed the treatment.   As
his excitement grew, he grabbed her head to control
her movement.   
	"You are a great cock-sucker.   You are going to make
me cum soon."  he muttered.
	She continued moving on him.   Soon she was bobbing
back and forth over him.  His prick expanded even
more.   His pressure built until it was ready to
burst.    			
	And burst it did.   He pumped jolts of liquid fire
into her ready mouth.   She continued sucking and
drinking his load,  letting some drip over her face
and onto her dress.  He felt sharp pangs of pleasure
with each thrust.  
	"Drink every drop."  he urged.
	When she was sure he was empty,  she pulled back,
smiling.   She felt proud of her oral skills. 
	She said, "You tasted great.   Cum is an acquired
taste, but fortunately, I've acquired it."	
	He sat back in the chair.  "Yes.   That was the best
head I've had in a long time."	
	She got up to go to the bathroom to wipe herself off.
  When she got back, he said, "That deserves some pay
back.   Lie back on the bed and let me suck you too."	
	"No,  I have to go.  I don't need you to do me.   But
I'm glad I had a chance to make you feel good.  Now,
you can play with extra energy."  
	Then she left.  Elliot took a shower and went to bed,
basking in the after glow of Ellen's mouth.
	The next day was busy with practice, rehearsal and
master classes.  There was another concert in the
afternoon.  He had dinner with the music director.  
He saw the women from the previous evening, but did
not have time to talk to them.  If Ellen talked to her
friends about their encounter,  she made no
indication.   
	On the following day,   Sue came to him while he was
rehearsing.  He always practiced a concerto before
every performance.  
	"I would like to play for you,"  she said, holding
her violin.
	"I need to concentrate on this performance.   Why
don't you come back stage after the concert, bring
your violin, and you can play then?"
	She agreed, with a big smile. 
	The  performance was flawless, as usual.   Sue was
there, waiting for him.   Like many female violists,
she was an American born Chinese.   She had long black
hair and a round pretty face.   	
	He said, "Let me ditch my violin in the hotel safe,
and then we can eat something.   The violin is over
200 years old and worth more than you and me put
together. "
	They ate at an Italian restaurant, and then went back
to his hotel so he could hear her play.   He believed
that violinists are the easiest musicians to seduce
because they wanted to please him.   There are more
female violinists than any other instrument.    Over
half of the women in an orchestra played the violin or
viola.  
	She played the Dvorak Romance.   She played well, but
he helped her with some phrasing.
	He told her, "Let the music flow through you;  become
part of it.  I sometimes envy women because they can
hold the instrument next to the skin."
	"What do you mean by that?"
	"Consider Nadia Solerno-Sonenberg or Anne-Sophie
Mutter.  They sometimes wear strapless gowns so they
can feel the violin under the chin.   I would look
silly playing without a shirt.   You should try it
sometime."
	"How would I look?"
	"Unbutton your blouse so we can see."
	She did so.  "My breasts are so small,"  she
complained.
	"Then you don't need to wear a tight bra.   Besides,
your breasts are fine."
	"This does feel special,"  she said, playing the
violin against her bare chest.  
	"See?   Your playing has improved already."
	"What do I owe you for this master lesson?"
	"A kiss would be great."
	She knew he would ask for that,  but she wanted to.  
He grabbed her and held her passionately.   She
readily yielded to his embrace.   She wanted to feel
the power of his body, hoping it would energize her.  
He eased her onto the bed, and inserted his hand under
her bra.
	"I am sorry my breasts are so small," she said.
	"They are big enough for me."    He unclasped her
bra, letting her firm pointed breasts emerge.   He
kissed them passionately, causing her to moan quietly.
	"I want to make love to you,"   he said.
	"Yes.   Take me.  Do what ever you want with me."   
	He got off the bed to turn down some lights.    He
took off his suit, and put his wallet on the night
stand.  He pulled down the covers.   All the time, she
watched quietly.  
	"Let me take your slacks,"  he said.  
	She lay back on the bed wearing just her panties.  
He got in next to her.  He kissed her tits some more,
making them tingle.   He then put his right hand
between her legs.   She sighed.   He put his hand
under the panties,  touching her vagina.    After
rubbing for a few minutes,   he reached down and
pulled them off her.   He leaned over to kiss per
pussy.   He felt her vagina getting moist with
excitement.  
	"I want to have sex with you, now, " he demanded.
	"Yes,  do it.  But be careful.  "
	He pulled  off  his remaining clothes and retrieved a
condom from the wallet.
	"Get me hard enough to use the condom,"  he demanded.
	She rubbed his prick, but it grew rapidly.  She
inserted his prick into the condom.   She felt good
that she trusted him to use protection.  
	He lay on top off her,  letting his prick rest
outside her pussy.  
	"Put it in,"  she demanded.
	He thrust into her.   
	"Oh yes,"  she sighed.
	"Put your legs on my shoulders,"  he instructed. 
	He moved into her rapidly.   He took over her body. 
He picked her up,  so he was on his knees while she
was lying on her shoulders.   He mauled her tits, 
while banging into  her pussy.  She was helpless
against his attack.  	She screamed, as her pleasure
mounted.
	"Don't stop now.   Do me all the way."  she said,
panting.
	He kept going at her until she yelled,  "I'm cumming.
  You're making me cum."  
	On hearing that,  he no longer held himself back.  
He pounded as hard as he could, until he felt his
prick explode.   He grunted as he filled the condom
with busts of erotic pleasure.  
His electric jolts kept popping, even after he thought
he was empty.   Only when he was truly empty did he
withdraw.
	"I have to take care of my condom.   Don't go away," 
he said, quietly.
	When he returned to the bed, he held her gently.  
	"That was  the highlight of my week,"   he said,  not
knowing what would happen on his date with Beth Hugo. 

	"Mine too."   She added quietly,   "I am going to use
your energy to become a better musician."
	They lay together for another half hour, before he
indicated that he needed to get some sleep, and she
had better leave.    He walked her to the hotel lobby,
and paid for a cab to take her home.  
	The next day Beth Hugo  picked Elliot up at his hotel
in her new Lexus.  She wore a conservative pants-suit.
 Beth was a few years older than Elliot, but she tried
to hide it.  She was medium height, with short brown
hair.   They drove out to a country club about ten
miles from the city for a late lunch.   Elliot knew
she was showing him off, but she was a major
contributor to the orchestra.   As such, she felt that
dating a star musician was one of the perks.    
	After lunch they drove to her house.   Elliot thought
that maybe she had too much to drink, but she lived
only ten minutes away, so they had no trouble.   She
had a small mansion on a two acre plot.   She took him
through the garden, which was lush with flowers, none
of which she planted herself.  Touring the house
itself, it was obvious it had his and hers master
bedrooms.  Elliot heard the story that Mr. Hugo had a
thing for teenage boys.  He married Beth and they had
a child in the hopes that it would cure him of his
predilection,  but it did not work.   He and Beth
remained married because it gave him a cover and her
money and status.   Their contribution to the
orchestra bought them respectability. 
	After the tour, she showed him her disc collection.  
 She had a number of his CD's,  and put his Sibelius
violin concerto on the audio system.
	"I'm going to play that next week in Toronto,"  he
said.
	She poured them some martinis.
	"Just some wine for me, thanks."  he said.
	They sat, talking, and watching the sunset.  Then
Beth said, "Excuse me, while I change into something
more comfortable. "  
	While she was upstairs, a teen age girl entered the
house.  
	She said, "Hi, I'm Ashley, Beth's daughter.  I am a
senior at a local prep school.  You must be Elliot,
right?"   
	"Right.  Your mother is upstairs."
	"Changing into something comfortable?"   
	Ashley rolled her eyes, and carried some food into
the kitchen.    She set out three places,  and opened
the lids from some up-scale take out restaurant.  
	Beth came down, wearing a pink halter top and
matching slacks.  The top barely covered her breasts
and left her back exposed.
	"You look ravishing tonight," Elliot said, impressed.
	"Ravishing or ravished? "  Beth said,  laughing.
	"Maybe both,"  added Ashley.
	Beth said, "Dear, maybe eventually you'll get a real
man like Mr. Hasting, rather than one of your high
school dweebs."
	"My high school dweebs are now in college,  and they
enjoy being with me."
	Beth whispered to Elliot, "Too bad Ashley can't join
us later."
	He whispered back, "Beth, I'm twice her age.  And I
don't think mother and daughter should do it together.
  I am not that kinky."
	Beth seemed disappointed.  
	Ashley could hear only part of the conversation, but
she knew what they were saying.     They sat down to
the light supper Ashley had brought in.   Beth served
drinks and wine, even to Ashley.   
	After supper, Beth said,  "Ashley, leave the dishes
for Mrs. Jefferson.  Don't you have someplace to go
tonight?"
	"No, I thought I would watch TV."
	"I would appreciate if you left us alone.  I want to
be alone with Mr. Hasting. "
	Elliot added, "I don't think Ashley should drive. 
She had too much to drink."
	"I'll just go to my room.    Don't worry about me," 
Ashley replied.
	Beth turned to Elliot and said, "Mr.  Hastings I have
something I want to show you."
	She lead him upstairs. She was so drunk, she almost
fell.    Her bedroom contained a queen size bed, and
her own bathroom.  On the dresser were dildoes,
vibrators,  plastic handcuffs, and other sex toys.  
	"Do you want to play with my toys?"  She asked.
	"We could think of a few games.    What do you want
to show me?"
	"Unhook my top, "	
	He did so, and it fell away, revealing her luscious
tits.   He cupped them, and leaned down to kiss them. 
He put his hands on her ass, and pulled her to him. 
He inserted his hands into  her panties, making it
easy to pull them off.   He sat on the bed, with his
mouth against her pussy.  
She leaned back, enabling him to insert his tongue on
her clitoris.   He pulled her naked body down onto the
bed.   
	"Now I'll try those handcuffs,"  he said.
	He saw posts placed at the end of the bed.  He tied
her hands to the posts using the fir lined cuffs.   He
rapidly removed his clothes.
	"Spread them, bitch."  he commanded.	
	She opened her legs wide.  
	"I am such a bitch.    Fuck me."
	"First, let me see what other toys we can play with?"
 He turned on the vibrator.
	"Let's see what this does?"
	He ran the vibrator over her pussy.  Beth's reaction
was sudden and sharp.  She bucked violently against
the pressure applied to her clit.   She threw her legs
in the air, wanting more of the stimulation and not
wanting it.  He varied the speeds, location and
pressure that he applied.   She screamed incoherently
as orgasms flooded her body. 
	As soon as she relaxed, she said, "Fuck me again." 
	"I'll fuck you `till you won't be able to stand."   
He was surprised that a supposedly refined woman was
using such language.  
	He climbed onto her until his prick was level with
her face.
	"Suck it,  bitch,"  he commanded.
	She opened her mouth and gathered his prick.  Since
she was tied down, there was nothing she could do but
suck.   He moved over her, essentially fucking her
mouth.   His prick was enjoying the action, but he
knew he had better things to do.
	He pulled out of her mouth and pushed his prick
roughly into her pussy.
	"Yes.  Fuck my cunt."  She cried.
	He moved into her hard, almost pushing her off the
bed.   He jammed her repeatedly, making her scream
with passion.   She was about to achieve a wondrous
orgasm, when he pulled out of her.
	"Damn you. What are you doing?   I was almost there."
	"I don't want to finish that way.
	He released the handcuffs.	
	"Turn over, bitch.  I want you from behind.  Lift
your ass."	
	She did as had ordered.  He moved behind her and
inserted deep into cunt.
	"Yes, now make me cum."  she said.
	He resumed his motions, moving in and out like a
trombone slide. She moved with him.  He slapped her
tits and pulled her hair.   Each tiny pain added to
her excitement.   She was breathing heavily,  pushing
back at him.    He pounded her like a drum.  
	She screamed as a powerful orgasm surged up from her
cunt to take over her whole body. 
He immediately slowed down, but he did not stop. 
Instead, he let her catch her breath and resumed his
wonderful torture of her pussy.    Again,  he pounded
into her, until the slap of his  pelvis against her
ass and their grunts filled the room.   
	She screamed, even louder than before.   He felt the
tension rise, like the first movement of Mahler's
first symphony,   until it exploded with crescendo of
trumpets and horns.   His prick kept sending  rising
notes of pleasure as pulse after pulse of cum escaped.
   Even after his prick began to relax,   it kept
diminishing  surges of pleasure.
	She fell forward  face down onto the bed,  with him
next to her.  They took several minutes to catch their
breath.  
	"That was wonderful.   You knew exactly what this
girl needed,"  she said quietly.
	"Yes, it was great,"  he replied.
	She crawled up the bed and stretched out.  He lay
next to her.   Soon they were asleep.
	Ashley had gone to her room and played some loud rock
music.   But she could not ignore her mother's screams
of ecstasy.   She enjoyed sex with her boy friends, 
but she felt their technique was sometimes lacking. 
No one had ever made her scream like that.
	She called one of her girl friends at home.
	She said, "At this moment, my mother is banging our
star violinist."
	He friend replied, "Just be glad your father isn't
banging the star violist."
	"Our parents set a wonderful example,"    she said,
facetiously.  
	The next morning,  Elliot said he felt fine, but Beth
complained of a headache, being hung over from the
night before.  Her pussy was sore and her pelvis
ached.  She did not even remember every thing that
happened.    Elliot had taken the precaution of
bringing a toothbrush,  but had not brought a change
of clothes.  
	Ashley made him some coffee, along with some bacon
and eggs.   He wanted to  get to the hotel to change
and shower.   He realized Beth could not drive,  so he
offered to take a cab to the train station.
	"I'll drive you,"  Ashley offered. 
	In the car, Ashley said, "Thank you for not making me
drive yesterday.   I was a bit drunk. "
	"You are welcome."
	"Please excuse this old Toyota.   My parents are
against buy a new car for a teenager."
	"I doubt my children will get cars when they become
teenagers."
	After a pause, she said, "Tell me, is my mom good in
bed?"	
	He thought she would be if she  did not drink so
much, but he just said, "I don't think it is
appropriate  to answer that question."
	After another pause, she asked, "Are you good in
bed?"
	"Well, I have not had too many complaints,"  he said,
with a wink.
	When they got to his hotel,  Ashley left the car for
the valet driver.
	"I want to see what this fancy hotel is like," she
said.
	"You are welcome to stay as long as you like, but I
have to shower and shave." 
	He took a terry cloth bathrobe from the hotel closet,
pulled some underwear of a drawer, and went to the
bathroom.   He was in the middle of his shower when
the door opened.   Ashley entered, also wearing a
terry cloth bathrobe.  She covered her hair with a
shower cap, removed the bathrobe, and climbed into the
shower with him.  
	"What are you doing?"   he asked.
	"I need a shower too. "  she replied.
	"If you are thinking of sex, your mother wore me
out."
	"You had all night to rest.  I heard what was
happening in there."
	She reached for his prick.   It immediately reacted
to her touch,  growing to almost full size.  She took
some soap and cleaned it, proud that it responded to
her.
	He said, "Turn around.  Let me clean you."	
	She turned her back to him.  He used some soap to
message her tits, and then reached over to clean her
bush.  She sighed as she leaned against him.  She
loved the feeling he was giving her body.
	"Let's rinse off and go into the bedroom,"  he said.
	They put on their bathrobes to dry themselves off.  
	"Take off your robe so I can see you better,"  he
said.
	She pranced naked around the room,  showing off her
sexual allure.   He had the impulse to throw this
slutty teenager against the wall and fuck the
daylights out of her.  However, he thought better of
it.  Instead,  he would give her what she wanted.
	He toss off his robe.   Then he pushed her down onto
the bed and fell on top of her.  He placed his prick
between her boobs and began to rub.   She tried to
reach for it with her head, they way she had done for
her boyfriends,  but it was too far.  
	Instead, he lowered himself on her body until his
prick lay against her pussy.  He placed a hand in her
slit to make sure she was ready, and then let his
prick  to enter her easily.  
	"You are nice and tight.  Your pussy feels great," 
he said.
	She sighed and said, "Fill me up."
	"Put your legs on my shoulders,"  he instructed.
	Because he had the pleasure of her mother, he was
able to maintain control of his organ this morning.   
She was sighing with pleasure as he went to work on
her body.  
	"Oh my,  that feels fantastic!"  she exclaimed.
	Every time he felt about to cum, he slowed down. 
When the feeling left, he speeded up.
He wanted to make it last for her.   She was reduced
to a mass of yelps and squeaks, as one orgasm after
another pierced through her.   He slowed down enough
to enable her to recover, and then resumed his
onslaught.   Again,  her body spasmed.  
	"Please stop, I can't take this much longer."   she
yelled.
	This time he did not stop.   He banged her harder
than before.
	"I can't take it either.  I'm going to full your
sweet cunt with cum."  he said.
	"Yes, fill me.  Give me everything you have."
	He was grunting with each powerful thrust.  He prick
exploded with a sharp jolt of pleasure.  It was not as
long as the previous night, but just as powerful.  
Her body also reacted with a mighty convulsion.   She
was reduced to a quivering mass of pleasure.
	He pulled out and lay next to her.   They needed
several minutes to recover.   
	Finally, he said,"I guess we'll have to shower
again."
	She replied, "Not me.   I already had what I came her
for."	
	She got out of bed and got into her clothes.   She
went over to the bed.
	"Thank you,"   she said, and left the hotel.
	He gave one more performance of the Barber.   He saw
Ellen and Ashley, both with dates. 
He had dinner with members of the orchestra,  but went
back to the hotel alone.   He felt he had to rest for
his next concert in Toronto.   In two weeks he would
be returning to his lovely wife, Anne, in London.  
She was almost as sexy as the women he met during his
stay but she loved him.   They gave each other far
more genuine affection.  		

		
	

	
	


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