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during the act – his magician's suit and cape sharp and pressed, his dark hair combed neatly, his cheekbones high and haughty. His skin glinted palely off of what little light the auditorium offered, and his dark eyes stared at her hungrily.
    “On your knees,” he commanded. Tammy immediately sunk down, her knees banging against the wooden floor loudly. It hurt, but she didn't care. Her breath was already quickening in her throat as fire flowed through her veins. Was he really going to do what she thought he was going to do? Control her body, control her very mind, and make her suck him off? The idea thrilled her.
    Indeed, he inched closer to her, unbuttoned and unzipping his dressy black pants. She could tell even in the slight light that he was hard as a rock, and ready for her eager mouth. Underneath his pants were silken red boxers, and he pushed those out of the way. Tammy's eyes widen as his cock sprung out from the behind the fabric, every bit as full and thick as she remembered it.
    Her eyes darted about nervously. “Worried that someone will see us, my pet?” he purred as he noticed her looking about. “Don't. It's just you and me.”
    Tammy didn't know why, but this relaxed her. She trusted Malcolm, for some reason. Of course she trusted him. She wouldn't have come back tonight, or even last night if she didn't. She knew Malcolm was testing her. But for what?
    Malcolm inched closer to her, his thick, hot rod pulsing in her face now. “Suck me off,” he commanded, and Tammy obediently, almost robotically opened her mouth, ready to take him into her in an entirely different way. “With passion,” he emphasized.
    It was like something had taken over Tammy's mind and body, in that moment. She'd never been terribly good at oral, and didn't much care for it, but there was something about doing it this way that made her eager for it. Her skin flushed hotly and a throb coursed through her body, centering around her aching cunt. She wanted to suck Malcolm off, to feel every inch of him in her mouth, to make him come with her tongue. She dipped her head towards him eagerly now, anything but robotic as she opened her mouth further.
    Instead of taking his dick in her mouth immediately, she did what she'd seen in some pornos, and began to slowly and luxuriously lick up the length of his shaft. Malcolm groaned loudly at her eager teasing, and Tammy took that as a good sign. Almost without her knowledge, a hand snaked upwards and grabbed at Malcolm's well-muscled ass through the thin fabric of his pants, and another wormed itself upwards to grip his balls – not too hard – just hard to enough for him to know that she had them.
    “That's good,” he hissed, thrusting lightly into her face. Tammy loved it. Malcolm may have control of her now, but she had him by the balls, and she was the one giving him the pleasure. “Take me in,” he ordered.
    Tammy obeyed. She had to. She opened her mouth now, and lightly kissed the tip of his hot dick for before swallowing it up inside her warm, wet mouth. Malcolm moaned even more loudly as she pursed her lips around his shaft and began to bob her head. Her mouth and lips flowed and pressed against every inch of him, and she took in as much as she could. Which wasn't much – she had a bit of a hair trigger gag reflex, but she was eager. She gripped his shaft as she jerked her head back and forth.
    “Good, good,” Malcolm gasped, bucked his hips against her, abruptly forcing more of herself into Tammy's waiting mouth. She gagged for a moment, but took it in stride. She needed to make him come.
    Her tongue lifted and curled around that pulsing, throbbing rod now, and Malcolm tensed and grabbed the back of her head, his fingers twining around her hair and his nails clenching and digging into her scalp. The little sparks of pain only urged Tammy further, to take even more of him in, to go faster and faster. She wanted to please him. She wanted hot come to splash against the walls