Ballet Lesson E-Book

C J Edwards

• Herausgeber: Erotic Dreams
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Serie: Ballerina Sex
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 28

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 1905

Beschreibung

We were three eighteen-year-old ballet dancers. All of us talented, committed and innocent as hell. Until a new ballet master arrived who promised us everything our heart’s desired, so long as we did exactly as we were told. And that involved serving him with everything he desired. Were our three virginities a fair price for stardom?

Erotica, BDSM, virgin sex. 

Leseprobe

BALLET LESSON

Copyright © 2016 by C J Edwards

PUBLISHED BY:

Erotic Dreams

www.hornyreads.com

Adult Reading Material

All characters depicted are over the age of eighteen.

British spelling used throughout.

Cover Design:Francessca’s PR and Design

Proof Reading:Kelsey Burns

https://www.facebook.com/erotic.BDSM.dreams?ref=hl

Or Tweet https://twitter.com/eroticBDSMdream/lists

BALLET LESSON

I looked nervously along the barre at the two other girls. We had never had a foreign teacher before or indeed a man. We really had no idea what to expect but Madame Emily insisted we need a shake-up and someone to ‘put us girls through our paces.’ I placed my leg along the barre and gracefully leant my head on my knee to get a good hamstring stretch. The other two were similarly warming up and getting ready for whatever Master Antonovich could throw at us.

The three of us were like peas in a pod. Hermione, Ana and I lived for our ballet and we were on the cusp, we were constantly assured, of turning pro. We were all a few months past our eighteenth birthdays, which was pretty old in ballet terms and to think, I had started at four! We all stood within an inch of my five foot two, weighed no more than seven stone and had the same 30A cup bra. At least we would if we ever wore one! We even had similar faces, with our English rose complexions and scraped back hair. I was the odd one out, being a brunette. The other two were blondes – Hermione a honey blonde and Ana almost white! And we all had our hair in the regulation bun of course.

We were well into our stretches when the door to the studio flew open with a crash and suddenly he was amongst us. My chin nearly hit the floor. I exchanged quick glances with my stable-mates and I could see they were thinking the same. Master Antonovich was hot!

“Continue your warm ups while I observe you,” said the hunk in tights with a deep and heavily accented voice. He walked down the line and we were all observing him! He must have been nearly six feet tall and so he towered over us. Dark, brooding and powerful, his chiselled torso was bare and exposed to our girly eyes, as was the absolutely huge bulge in the front of his tights. My immaculate vagina twitched at the sight of him. As with the other two, ballet had left no time in my life for boyfriends and we were as pure as the driven snow. Yes, all three of us were still virgins at eighteen.

He clapped his hands. “Centre practice! Line up!” We skipped across the floor together and stood in front of the colossus lump of honed man flesh. My nipples were tingling and I hoped they weren’t showing through my leotard and wrap. I might be small-busted but I was big-nippled and they were very responsive.