Dual Lipa's New Song

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You get to the studio around 6pm to start prepping for your session with Dua. You’ve worked with her in the past alongside other mixers but today is your first time working one on one. She comes in slightly ahead of her start time wearing some casual clothes along with a fairly large bag. Dua: Hey! Sorry I’m a bit early, didn’t want to miss this session. Y: Dont sweat it, we’re just about ready to go. You offer her the seat next to you at the mixing table and start working out what she’ll be singing. Y: Did you have any ideas in mind for this track? Dua blushes a little when you ask her this question Dua: I was thinking of taking this song down a more sexual route if that’s ok? Y: Im just here to make sure all the audio sounds good, you sing about anything and everything you please. A big relief washes over Dua as she lets out a big sigh Dua : Ok, great. I was just making sure you wouldn’t be too freaked out. Y: Ive produced many sexual songs before, this is just another day at the office. She giggles at this. After a little more back and forth, she walks into the recording booth. Y: Alright Dua, let’s do a few audio tests before we get going. Can you make a few noises into the mic? Dua talks into the mic, but also let’s out a few moans. You don’t really think anything of it at the time, just that is was a little hot. She gets settled in after a minute or two. Y: Alright Dua, just give me a signal whenever you’re ready to go. Dua blows you a kiss and winks at you. This one’s a little harder to just brush off, you get a little distracted but eventually start the track. As she starts singing, you zone out completely and get these wonderful thoughts of her in your head. You picture her blowing more kisses at you and flirting a bit. You feel yourself starting to grow. *get hard* Dua: Hey! Excuse me! You snap out of your trance Dua: How was that? Shit! You weren’t even listening! Y: It was great, but let’s do one more take anyway. She lets out an angry sigh. *wait until soft again before continuing* This time through, you actually listen and do your job. And wow, the lyrics are wild to say the least. Dua: How was that? Better? Y: It was great! Did you come up with those lyrics just now? She blushes a little and looks away Dua: y-yeah, is there something wrong with it. Y: No, not at all. I think it’s hot, and would work wonders in the bedroom. She laughs at your joke and gives you a flirty look. After laughing for a bit, she breaks the silence. Dua: Hey, I’m hosting a costume party in a bit, and I don’t have a date yet. Could you be my plus one? Holy shit, she just asked you out! Y: For sure! Let’s just wrap this up first. Dua: Ok, I’ll go get changed. You weren’t prepared for this at all, so you think of something on the fly. You decide you’ll just bring a pair of headphones with a sweater and say you’re a audio mixer. She comes out in a leather costume with rope all around her. You both look each other up and down. Dua: What are you supposed to be? Y: I should be asking you the same thing You both share a little laugh Dua: I’m matching with a friend at the party. I was hoping you’d put a little more effort into your outfit Y: Hey, just be grateful I’m going anyway. It’s the best I could do on such short notice. Dua: Oh right, I’m sorry. Y: Let’s head out before we’re late. As your leaving the studio, you pick up part of the rope and give it a little tug, just enough force that she’d notice. Dua let’s out a soft moan and blushes Dua: Hey! Not cool! You laugh You get to the door of the studio and offer to take your car to the party. The ride to the party is pretty uneventful since the venue isn’t far from the studio. Y: How is it that we’re showing up late to your own party? Don’t you need to set up? Dua : No, its all ready to go. Most people are probably already there. Y: I guess you can get away with anything if you’re hot and famous. Dua giggles and pushes your thigh in a playful manor. Getting awfully close to your crotch. You get to the venue, and as you’re entering Dua turns around and gives you a serious look Dua : Please don’t embarrass me or yourself in front of my friends. You give her a slow nod and you head in. You’re walking through the crowd and everyone is stopping to say hello to Dua. You’re walking behind her, but decide to put your hand around her waist and walk next to her. She puts hers around yours and you head to a table. You follow her to the table. Sat around you are a lot of people you recognize. Even though there are more than enough chairs, Dua decides to sit on your lap. You can’t control yourself with her on top of you, you get hard and she notices. She grinds against your bulge every now and then for a while. *Get hard and rub over your pants* She looks back at you after a while and whispers to you Dua: why don’t we head back to the studio for a bit? You rub her thigh and get close to her pussy. You can see her bite her lip. She takes this as a yes and slowly gets up. She excuses herself from the table and wishes her guests a good night. You get back to the car and she puts one of your sweaters on from the back seat. Dua: I have to put something on that’s easy for you to take off. Y: I like the way you think, slut. She blushes and leans over to your side of the car as you drive She rubs your bulge again this time with her hand. *rub over pants again with non dominant hand* You pull into the studios parking lot, pick her up out of her seat and walk into the building as you make out. You don’t even have time to close her door. You carry her all the way to the lounge and put her down on the sofa. *stay hard but don’t touch* You take your sweater off of her, revealing the leather costume and ropes. You don’t want to go too wild on the first time, so all you do is tie up her hands behind her. She lets out soft moans and gasps as you tighten her bindings. You flip her onto her stomach, undo part of her costume and start to eat her out. *rest or very slow free strokes* She’s going feral as you swirl your tongue around her clit. She’s bent over, face down in the sofa at your command. You stop going down on her for a second and slap her right ass cheek very hard, leaving a print instantly Dua : oh yes! She screamed as you smack her. You do the same on the other side now, getting an even better reaction. Y: i knew you’d like that, you little whore. *rest or slow free strokes again* You smack her ass a few more times until it’s nice and red. Her face is melting as you continue to treat her. Y: Im not done yet You then go back to eating her out, but now you’re also fingering her. Y: You’re getting wet in no time Dua: please baby, please keep going in almost there! You keep going, but not until she gets to the edge *rest or slow free strokes* You decide that she’s had enough of her own fun, so you flip her over, straddle her chest and whisper in her ear Y: my turn bitch She nods and opens her mouth. You stick in her mouth and let her do the work. She’s amazing, and definitely knows what she’s doing. *add spit or lube if you want, medium strokes* You pull out of her mouth, a trail of spit is still connected from her tongue to your tip. If falls on her chest, getting spit on her leather costume. Y: Since this is covered in your spit, we might as well take it off You say to her Dua: I thought you’d never ask *slow strokes* You slowly undo every buckle on her costume, while you kiss her body softly. You make it all the way down to the last buckle Y: don’t move or I’ll have to punish you You tell her as you you get up Dua nods and smiles as you head into the recording room. You find the file for the song you were recording earlier and play it on the overhead speakers *slow strokes* *optional, listen to Dua’s songs for the rest* You walk back into the room and find her completely naked, holding her costume in her left hand. She slowly drops it to the ground as you approach her. Y: I told you not to move Dua: I know, but I did anyway. She says with a smirk. You pick the rope back off of the floor and tie her hands to her waist. She moans again as you tie the knots. *Slow strokes* You bend her over, grab her two pony tails in one hand, and put your other around her neck. You slide your tip into her as you choke her lightly. She moans and gasps slowly, you’re barely able to hear her over her own song playing in the back Dua: oh yes baby take me deep She says loudly *slow tight strokes* You keep pounding her from behind, while balancing it with soft kisses on her neck. You’re driving her crazy. Dua: keep going deeper baby I’m so close! She screamed You pick up the pace and she can’t hold out any longer. Dua: oh yes! She screamed, as she quivers and shakes on your dick. *faster strokes* You’re getting really close to the edge yourself so you flip her over again, onto her back and out her down onto the sofa. You kiss her around her pussy then slowly stick it back in. She’s still quivering from her earlier climax. You pick up the pace gradually. Y: You’ve been great so far slut. My turn to use you now. She’s still out of breath, so she nods as fast as she can *get to edge* You pull out of her perfect pussy, and climb up onto her chest. You don’t even need to say anything, the lyrics from her song put the words into the air. She starts to stroke you off quickly. You unload on her face and tits. She licks it up as you lay down beside her. Dua: that was pretty good. Y: Oh come on, that’s the best you’ve ever had. Dua: Maybe it is. The song was a great touch for the background. Hopefully people will have the same experience. Y: I’m sure they will.

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