When that man noticed me at the bar and said that he
wanted to offer me a contract I was on seventh heaven. Finally things were
coming my way. Of course I agreed to sign his contract. In fact I was so
thrilled that I didn’t even look at it properly. In retrospect that should have
been a priority, but I was just too excited to care, so I completely missed the
clause that required me to become a female performer in order for me to join
the SNSD group. I learned about it the hard way, when I drank the pink sports
drink he offered me to help me calm down before going on stage, and I subsequently
transformed into a gorgeous Asian chick. I couldn’t even take in all the weird alien
sensations my changed body was sending me, that my mind started to be filled
with sexy dance moves, and I started to feel hot and eager. The man explained
me that the potion I had just drunk would have made me the best female dancer
ever, but that it would have also made me obey his every command. He didn’t
wait to show me how true that statement was.
He took out this sexy outfit for me to wear, and told
me to put it on, and there was nothing I could do to resist. My body started
moving on its own, and without even realizing it I had already slipped into my
new panties and sexy dress and heels. He then started to inspect my body,
pleased by the result, and told me that from that day on my name would have
been Yoona. Before I could go on stage to perform, he slid his rough manly hand
under my skirt and down my panties, and I felt something pressing against the
folds of my new pussy. I felt it slip inside of me, and digging its way inside
of me until it found a comfortable place to rest. <<It’s going to bring
you good luck>> he said, and then he let me get on stage. Only a couple
of minutes into my performance I felt a jolt run through my spine, and an
unsettlingly pleasurable sensation rise from between my legs and washing upon
my petite body making me quiver. I realized that what I had stuck in my pussy
was a vibrator, and as the song got closer to the chorus it started to buzz
more intensely. I was shaken by waves of pleasure, but somehow I was able to
keep dancing and singing, my performance not being affected negatively at all
by that. On the contrary, it improved. As the song reached the climax, so did I,
and I sang the bridge with the high pitched moans coming from my first female
orgasm. And the fans loved it!
By the end of the concert they were cheering me, and
chanting my name, and I was so unbelievably thrilled and aroused. When I finally
got to my dressing room I found my manager there waiting for me. He commanded
me to stand in front of me, and I complied unable to disobey. I felt the knot
in my stomach tighten as he congratulated me and started to caress me. He then
made me bend over a table, and I felt him pull down my panties and raise my
skirt. Then I felt it, the tip of his hard cock pressing against my folds, hot
and large. The wetness of my pussy and my heavy breathing betrayed my arousal,
and suddenly I felt it enter me. I could not hold back, and started to push my
ass back in excitement, but to my disappointment he stopped pushing. He asked
me to say what I wanted, and in complete mortification of what used to be my
male mind I started to plead, asking him eagerly and submissively to fuck me.
<<Fuck me master! Fuck me please!>> The last part of my sentence
was cut short when he slammed the rest of his shaft inside of me making me
gasp, and then he continued pounding me. A muffled cry of pleasure escaped my
lips, and I lost all thought as he kept ramming mercilessly into me, until I felt
him lean forward. I knew he was close, and so was I. <<You’re mine Yoona.
Now and always. Mine!>> He whispered those words in my ear, and then he
bit my neck and sucked upon it, leaving a mark for everyone to see. In an
attempt to keep my tension I pushed my hips back one more time, and sensing my urgency
he nailed me to the ground with ten hard and fast strokes. <<All those
people out there, when they look at you, they see a goddess. They want you back
on stage. But you are only mine, and only I have control over you.>> I
came on the eight stroke with a strangled cry, but I only felt complete when I felt
something warm being shot inside of me.
He pulled out and I flopped onto the ground,
exhausted. Eyes close and with a satisfied smile on my face, I laid down
feeling his cum dripping out of my hole, and I barely heard him picking up his
pants and sliding them back on. I could have laid there for hours had he not
reminded me again that soon I had to get back on stage. Still high from the
experience, I climbed to my feet and waddled over to the counter where a box of
tissue was located, but I was stopped from taking one. He ordered me to go back
on stage with his cum still dripping down my thighs. <<Remind yourself,
when thousands are watching you dance, that you are mine.>> he told me
imperiously, poking my tummy and making me squirm. I did as he said and went
back on stage. The thought of thousands of fans being completely clueless to what
had just happened is so incredibly arousing. I feel like I could get off just
by keeping dancing. I don’t think I can get through the rest of the performance
like this. It feels so good to be famous. It’s great to be loved by so many
people. But all I can think about right now is how much I want to get back to
my dressing room for another passionate session of lovemaking with my master.
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