Doucement..... Reposted with a smile..... and more to add....soon!

"Turn around....no, doucement..."

"Slowly..."

"Yes, Sir..." She replied softly....

Turning slowly she bit her lip in a tiny anxious pout, she was, after all... his....

He played slowly, idle fingertips seducing her with a chord and short riff.

"Touch yourself..." 

She looked across the room in the low light of the gathering dusk softened by the glow of the candle she had just lit. "Yes...My...Sir." 

A finger trailed down, playfully so...  Her eyes on his as she did as bidden, touching here, then there, dwelling in the valleys and folds of her breasts as its twin strayed behind to unleash the clasp cradling her treasures.  Each touch keeping pace with the slow strum of his guitar. 

Betraying his arousal, he subtly speeds the tempo, only to be rewarded with sparkling laughter and twinkling eyes as she slowly shook her head in denial.  A wry grin his only response... caught!

She would control the pace though she is his to bid, willingly, his toy to strip.  Dancing slowly in the candle light, clothing slipping glacially, deliciously away, she watches to gauge his rising response.  An idle though crosses her mind... "will he miss a note?  Can I make him?"  A finger slips under the lace cradling her smooth sex, then slips away to play across her thighs and behind.  A careful gauging of his reaction, a duet well familiar to both. 

His hand begins to rub the treasured guitar, his boon friend, that six stringed mistress she well knew she must share him with.  The polished wood glowing in the dancing shadows cast by candlelight as it plays across and around her lotion kissed skin.  Licking parted lips, she slips a finger inside, her sudden catch of her breath greeted with his playful attention to his Mistresses strings....

Duet again, as she rubs to the beat of his chord....

"Taste....taste your nectar babe...."  His command,  uttered softly with hooded eyes shallow breaths, almost a pant slowing unconsciously keeping pace with his fingers playful rhythm.  Watching as she slowly whirls to the music, dancing shadows play across her skin accenting her own shadows playful dance along the walls.  The outline of her hand flexing slowly encased in the scant lace of her thong as she moves slow, her body on display, flexing in a slow rhythm matching his playful fingering of Mistresses frets.

Hips whirling to his play, she took another slow thrust inwards before slowly drawing her slickened fingers to her lips.  A pink tongue slips to meet its pheromonally lacquered targets, curling around them gathering the sweet coating she had him to thank for. 

"You're tempting me, sweet..." He said with a grin and a chord.  She met his look never pausing in her playful lapping of her cream coated fingers. 

 "You have no idea...." she finally whispered.  "I love my taste," she added, pausing before going on.  "But its so much better mingled with...yours...."

she stepped closer shimming her lace nothings down past her hips leaving them artfully askew mid thigh as she settled her body into a sensuous crouch whirling to his playing music, laughing as he misses a note. 


"Am I distracting?" she asks stepping closer, leaning forward with breasts cradled as if offered as an appetizer or hors derv.  A hand drifts away to play between her folds as she stares wide eyed, faux innocence displayed as she scopes nectar from below and coats a nipple playfully.


He watches mesmerized, wondering who is directing whom for just a moment, then realizing, as usual, 'tis she who sets the play no matter what he says.  No matter, the ride is good, always good or better than good.  "Merci..." he mummers low...watching her nipple play.  She laughs and leans over his guitar kissing him softly


"Mind if I join you?  But don't stop... lets see if you can multitask....?" She whispers as she undoes a button and tugs at his zipper....

"It will be a...menage...." She winked and stroked Mistresses neck as she drew down his zipper.
Mistress purred at her touch and she laughed, "Good then..." and she attacked his trousers with a tug, parting and drawing him forward as they slowly fell to the floor.  Crouching low she drew them off and kissed each foot in turn as she watched his rising tent under the guitar.  A hand returned to her folds as she began to kiss up his leg  before she straddled it and pressed tight to him.  Her hips flexing in time to his playing as she pleasured herself on his shin.


"You are a needful thing, aren't you?"  He whispered mesmerized.


"For you...pour vous...pour voous cheri."

Hips and pelvis rocking slowly to the pattern of his fingers on Mistresses strings, brought her soon to a plateau of arrival. 

Unplanned, no words spoken, she moved as if an extension of his instrument, mirroring the sounds he drew forth with her body; her hips, her touch and the caress of her tongue as she licked and writhed on his leg.  Her breasts cradling his thigh as her hands massaged and sought out his rising cock.  Reverently, almost, in a deeply intimate way, her fingers and warm breathes began their caress of his rising tumescence.   His cock, grew and deepend in color; turgidly royal red, darkening almost to  scarlet with engorged blood, he ached for her touch to bolden. 

But she was lost in her submission to the music, a puppet to the beat, her juice coating his leg as she  rode her rising climax, his cock in hand as she panted and strained to reach the tip with her straining pink tongue...

She shuddered as he whispered, "Cheri, le plaisir m'avec vos lèvres mon amour....  Oui....Oui... Take me, pet.  Your lips, your throat, your tongue.... le plaisir me, mon amant...."  Looking up to meet his eyes as the tempo slowed; softening to a steady throb as if enticing her forward with each stroke of a string; she slowly took him deep into her throat.....

"Barely heard as she slowly took him, her soft reply,  "For you....all for you.... mon amant. "

 Until....

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The Lyrics..... Perfectly Good Guitar
John Hyatt

He threw one down from the top of the stairs
Beautiful women were standing everywhere
They all got wet when he smashed that thing
But off in the dark you could hear somebody sing

Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars
Smashing a perfectly good guitar
I don't know who they think they are
Smashing a perfectly good guitar

It started back in 1963
His momma wouldn't buy him that new red harmony
He settled for a sunburst with a crack
But he's still trying to break his momma's back

Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars
Smashing a perfectly good guitar
I don't know who they think they are
Smashing a perfectly good guitar

He loved that guitar just like a girlfriend
But every good thing comes to an end
Now he just sits in his room all day
Whistling every note he ever played

There oughta be a law with no bail
Smash a guitar and you go to jail
With no chance for early parole
You don't get out until you get some soul

Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars
Smashing a perfectly good guitar
I don't know who they think they are
Smashing a perfectly good guitar

Late at night the end of the road
He wished he still had the old guitar to hold
He'd rock it like a baby in his arms
Never let it come to any harm

Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars
Smashing a perfectly good guitar
I don't know who they think they are
Smashing a perfectly good
Good
Guitar