Come On Mr Dj Turn The Music Up Novels & Stories

A smirk of satisfaction formed on his lips, then with one more act, he pulled his finger out, then slammed it right back into my pussy. “Arghhhhhhhh!!!” I screamed, with tears rolling out of my eyes while I tried so fucking hard to loosen myself from the ropes. “Cum for me…” He said in a sweet tone. “Fucking cum on my fingers while I let you have the fucking taste of your sweet self. Cum…” My skin prickled, and my back arched completely, but just as I was going to cum, a loud knock suddenly filled the air, and a voice followed. “Hey… Dad, we are not done talking about the setup.”

Her phone vibrated in her hand. The screen lit up with an unknown number. Her stomach tightened. She hesitated only a second before answering. “Hello?” The voice that came through the line was calm, cultured, and unmistakably pleased. “Ms. Vaughn. You are becoming quite popular.” Her pulse spiked. “Who is this?” “A concerned observer,” the man replied smoothly. “Someone who appreciates momentum. And right now, yours is exceptional.” She clenched her fingers around the phone. “If this is another threat, you are wasting your time.”

Why make it sound like I was just a stressed student instead of the girl who practically threw herself at him in his car? Inside the event, the lights are dimmed just right, casting a soft glow over everything. The music playing is one of my favorite songs. It’s slow, sultry R&B with a nice beat. What a coincidence. My phone buzzes in my clutch. I pull it out. [Shane: Do you like the music?] I look around and spot him right behind the DJ booth. He waves at me with that easy, warm smile. I text back quickly. [Me: Yes. Now stop forcing everybody to listen to boring music and change it.]

Daphne's clothes were completely soaked. The thin white fabric clung to her body, accentuating her curves. Mary's jaw dropped. "Mrs… Mrs. Jones, what's wrong with you?" She suspected Daphne had lost her mind. With music blasting from her phone, Daphne struck seductive poses in front of the camera while saying, "Can't you tell? I'm getting revenge on Abel!" Mary quickly realized Daphne was live streaming. She had actually set up a broadcast for herself.

Plus I’m more of a fan of older jams. “Helicopter” by J Hus (feat. Iceè tgm) plays. As the music begins to play, I did one hundred push-ups. My body is hurting, since the bullet wounds are still effecting me. My muscles feel like they are going to explode, but I made it to one hundred. I rested my muscles for a few minutes and move on to my next workout. Next song: “Die Young” by Roddy Ricch plays.

I grinned at Doris as I crossed my legs confidently. " No one chooses what I wear for my women. I know what I want." She stared at me, then at my crossed legs and I smiled even more broadly. " And tell, Hank to put on some music," I ordered her. " What do you think this is? A funeral?" With a deadpan expression on her face, she spoke to the intercom. " Kelvin wants some music. Play the best songs you have." It didn't take up to a second before I heard Davido's #IF, booming through the speakers.

I blurted, knowing that the place must cost a fortune to reserve. "Always thinking of how to save money," he chuckled and gently pulled out the chair for me. "Please have a seat," he remarked, gesturing with his hand towards the chair. The entire room was cozy and warm. Not long after we entered, a young man in his early twenties walked in with a microphone in his hand and began serenading love songs for us. Obviously, Zayn had paid him to do this. I was still mesmerized that he hired the most expensive suite, and here is a singer he brought to serenade because he knew I loved serenading songs; it's part of my hobby.

“No. Wait. Hold on.” We turn slightly, following Adam, as he moves closer to where the DJ is. My hand is still at the back of Ethan’s neck and his is still kind of on my ass. Adam whistles loudly to get the DJ’s attention the way he did before the super slow jam that came on when I agreed to dance with him. Once he looks up, Adam signals to him with his hand across his throat, instantly silencing the music. The crowd groans loudly, expressing their dismay.

“Because I was this close to cursing her ass out.” “You almost did anyway,” I shoot back, rolling my eyes. The DJ turns up the music just in time to Maze’s “Before I Let Go” fills the air, instantly smoothing over the tension. The bartender flashes me a grateful nod and goes back to lining up his drink station: colorful signs for mocktails, glass jars of garnishes, a tip jar, and no cash box because it is an open bar.

I slid down until I settled on my back. I rolled over and came up dancing. I swayed to the music as the song came to an end. I blew kisses to the boys as I sauntered toward the end, naked and wet. Carter was at the stairs. The song died down. "Give it up for the sexiest teacher, Ms. July!" the DJ shouted as Carter pulled me to him. "Time for my lap dance," he said. "Oh, yes," I moaned as the DJ announced, "Give it up for Jenny."