Chapter 4

“Keep licking,” MJ said to the pop star. “Lick, suck, kiss, tongue. Do whatever your heart commands.”

For her first time, Tiffany wasn’t bad at this. In fact, she enjoyed it far more than she expected she would. It was fairly simple. All she had to do was whatever MJ told her to do: lick, suck, kiss, and use her tongue. What she really enjoyed about eating the dancer’s pussy was the texture of it. How soft it was. That soft skin and labia.

And then there was the taste. When Tiffany put her tongue inside the hole, she found the taste to be pleasant. She enjoyed it. Sure, she had tasted herself before, but to actually taste another woman’s vagina was a thrill. She closed her eyes and continued pressing her mouth against the mysterious woman’s pussy, orally serving it to the best of her ability. Her mind was focused on just that, and she didn’t want any distractions, until MJ spoke.

“Open your eyes,” MJ said to the pop singer. “Look up at the dancer while you eat her. Remember, you’re on stage. Imagine this auditorium filled with people, watching you as you orally pleasure this woman.”

Tiffany looked up, straight into the eyes of this mysterious masked backup dancer. This time, a fire burned inside Tiffany. She was even more eager to please. The exhibitionist side of her raged as her mind was brought back into the fantasy. Physically, she savored the taste of her first pussy eating experience, which was also a major fantasy as well.

“Move your mouth lower,” MJ said. “I have a treat for you.”

When Tiffany lowered her mouth on the pussy, MJ reached over to finger the dancer’s clitoris, rubbing it in a fast circular motion. This made the dancer squirm with pleasure, making audible moans for the first time.

“Drink,” MJ said to the obedient pop star. “I chose this dancer for a reason. She tastes as sweet as nectar. I hope you’re thirsty.”

As the dancer was being rubbed and eaten, her body tensed and her breathing went off the charts. The lower half of the dancer’s body gave an involuntary thrust and fluids gushed from the pussy.

“Don’t miss a drop,” MJ said, almost as a warning, but in an ever-so-polite way.

Fluids gushed and dripped from the dancer’s cunt, and Tiffany drank the orgasm that was produced. She gulped everything down. Savoring the taste and swallowing it. She did her best to get it all, but that was impossible. By the end of it, her chin was a mess, and so was her naked body along with the dress on the floor. Her heart pounded with exhilaration over what she had just done, and the taste of the feminine nectar still lingering in her mouth.

When the dancer’s orgasm ended, MJ snapped her finger and the backup dancer stepped back without saying a word, lowering her dress in the process.

The other dancers came and lifted naked Tiffany to her feet, all in perfect formation. Tiffany stood with the masked dancers positioned around the sides of her. She tried her hardest to be brave about her vulnerable situation. The last thing Tiffany wanted was to show fear or shame for being the only woman naked, with fluids running down her chin and breasts after eating pussy.

“It appears you’ve enjoyed that,” MJ said, admiring the nude pop star’s body, and pinching her left nipple in the process.

Tiffany nodded. “This is the most surreal thing I’ve ever experienced.”

As their eyes were locked, MJ ran her fingers across Tiffany’s breasts and caressed both nipples.

“You’re close to being reborn. Be brave. Be confident in your skin. Be the goddess you were meant to be.”

A hard look was exchanged between them and MJ leaned in to kiss the pop star on the chin, then licked it, tasting the orgasmic fluids. Her lips moved upwards until they kissed fully, sharing a moment of deep intimacy on stage. Their lips pressed tight and their tongues came out. MJ wrapped her fingers around the pop singer’s hair and they embraced even tighter.

The kiss ended when MJ pulled away, leaving Tiffany wanting so much more.

“Keep imagining that there’s a crowd here,” MJ said, her hands rubbing the singer’s shoulders. “If you have the confidence to stand here, bold and proud, while I service you, then you have the ultimate confidence. Period. Don’t flinch or try to hide yourself.”

After a playful wink, MJ got down on her knees, leaving naked Tiffany facing the empty auditorium, then performed the oral service.

Unlike the pop star, MJ was a real professional at eating pussy. If cunt eating were a martial art, she’d be a black belt. If it were a sport, she’d be racking up all the trophies. She had the skill down to an art. MJ’s secret was to use the right combination of her lips, tongue, and suction. She knew which spots to pay special attention to, and which technique to use at any given moment. Most of all, she liked sucking with all the power her mouth could muster.

“You’ll be the death of me,” Tiffany groaned, rubbing her fingers through MJ’s fiery red hair.

MJ briefly moved her mouth away and looked up. “The finale of your training hasn’t started yet. Now it will.”

There was a deviant, almost evil, look in MJ’s eyes as she snapped her fingers, before returning to eat Tiffany’s pussy.

On perfect cue, the backup dancers approached Tiffany from behind. Their hands caressing the pop singer’s body, rubbing her arms, back, waist, and tits. Pleasure was all over. Not only was Tiffany’s pussy being stimulated beyond belief by MJ’s mouth, but the hands of the dancers were now caressing her body too. It was all too much, yet oh-so-very enjoyable.

She almost felt guilty for receiving so much stimulation, as if she were being selfish in some way. As if she were unworthy of it somehow. But then she relaxed and embraced it. Embraced the feeling of her cunt being eaten by a beautiful woman for the very first time. And she embraced the feeling of her nude body being caressed by these five strangers in masks.

Tiffany kept her eyes on the empty auditorium. She imagined it filled with people who were dressed nicely, paying top dollar to see this. It was a unique and exquisite thrill.

In that moment, the closely guarded secrets of the famous singer had been lived out and explored. Tiffany got to experience things she had always masturbated to. And she got to experience it in a way that was safe and done with expertise.

It wasn’t long until she felt the overwhelming urge to cum. They say that most orgasms for women are mental. If that’s the case, Tiffany had no problems there as her mind was stimulated to full effect. So was her body. She just let it all out, cumming inside MJ’s mouth. Tiffany couldn’t remember the last time she came so hard.

The moments before taking stage were always nerve-racking. Especially when it was the beginning of a tour.

Luckily, Tiffany had moral support, in the form of MJ’s bottom. It had been months since they had last seen each other. But now, in Tiffany’s moment of need, MJ was sure to provide assistance.

In the private dressing room, Tiffany was on her knees, wearing a sleek, stylish outfit that was designed for the opening dance number. Her makeup was glamorous, as was her hair.

Most importantly, her face was buried in between MJ’s ass cheeks, who was bent over the dresser, looking at herself in the mirror.

“You never cease to impress me,” MJ said amusingly. “You sing like an angel. You eat like one too.”

The ultimate compliment, and Tiffany wanted to laugh as she ate, her face still nestled between the butt cheeks. Tongue stroking up and down, much like a painter would. While she was doing it, she wondered how it all came to this. Was she a lesbian now? She didn’t have a clue. Things like this can be confusing, but whatever the case, she certainly enjoyed having her tongue up MJ’s tight little hole.

A sudden knock on the door interrupted Tiffany’s erotic train of thought, along with her talented oral performance.

“Tiff, we’ll need you backstage in 15 minutes,” an assistant called. “The show is about to start.”

“In a moment!” Tiffany hollered, returning to eat again.

MJ purred at the oral feeling, along with the sexy thought that a famous pop star was eating her ass.

“Unfortunately, I can’t keep you here forever,” MJ said. “Go out there and be the goddess you were born to be.”

Tiffany planted kisses on MJ’s butt. “This gives me confidence.”

“Hmmm…so the show starts in 15 minutes, eh?”

Tiffany gave more kisses. “Oh yes. Plenty of time for…anything else…”

What was supposed to be a backstage pep talk quickly evolved into a sixty-nine session on the floor. Their bodies pressed tightly together, feeling each other’s hardened nipples against their skin as their clothes were being pulled. MJ was on top, eating Tiffany’s pussy. Tiffany was on the bottom, eating MJ’s pussy in return.

They licked and sucked each other in the most delicate of ways. Pleasuring each other using oral techniques which MJ had taught the pop star. Stimulating each other’s g-spots with their fingers.

After a few more minutes of this, both women approached their respective climaxes and came to relieve the building pressure. Neither of them stopped until the other felt fantastic. Even then, they continued licking, kissing, and rubbing the outer parts of each other’s pussies, simply for the extra satisfaction.

When they finally got back to their feet and faced the mirror, they both wanted to laugh at how disheveled they look. Especially Tiffany, who was set to take the stage with smeared lipstick and a tit popping out of her dress.

“Allow me,” MJ offered.

MJ reached in her purse and pulled out her red lipstick. After removing the cap, she applied a coating on Tiffany’s gorgeous lips, making her look even more amazing.

Then of course, there was still the issue of Tiffany’s perky tit hanging out of the dress. Before putting it away, MJ used the tip of the lipstick to draw a heart shape design around the pink nipple. Then she tucked the breast away with the fabric of the costume dress.

“Think of your nipple onstage,” MJ said seductively. “And the heart shape I put there. Let it be a symbol of your confidence.”

Tiffany smiled, “I’d kiss you, but I don’t want to smear my lipstick again.”

“Poor girl. Allow me to give the final kisses.”

MJ planted a few extra kisses on the pop star’s neck, shoulder, chest, then briefly exposed the other nipple so she could quickly suck on it, before tucking it away.

When the 15 minutes was up, the assistant knocked on the door again. It was time. Tiffany prepared for a moment and made her way to the stage, in front of thousands of adoring fans. It was an interesting feeling to perform after such an orgasm. She also kept in mind the red lipstick heart-shape that was drawn on her left nipple, hidden underneath her outfit. But that was her secret…

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