I learned from a person's family member
that had sex w/Elvis that he enjoyed watching someone masturbate...
LAWD HAVE MERCY
*deep throats mic*
1970
"A Show for a Show"
Warnings: Language, Masturbation,
Dominant/Submissive, Smoking, Sex
Leaving Graceland was always a tough thing to do for Y/N and Elvis, especially when it was time to tour. Before most tours, they would spend as much time together at Graceland as possible.
Y/N and Elvis were on their way to Vegas for Elvis' tenth show at the International Hotel by plane, where they were alone and undisturbed by the personal pilot.
Sitting in her seat with one leg over the other, Y/N stared down at her lap where she had a newspaper open across her lap to read during their flight. It had only been twenty minutes since they took off, and it was boring due to the lack of activity.
Elvis watched her intently as he lit his cigar and held it between his lips, puffing the scented smoke from his lips. "You're goin' to read that whole thing the entire flight?"
"Well, what else is there to do?" She asked, still reading it. The man remained silent as he puffed his cigar.
As Elvis watched her, he allowed his imagination to run freely. His blue eyes lingered over her body, taking her in with a lick to his lips. He stared at her perfectly smooth skin on her legs, just imagining his hands running up each leg to the thigh.
He stepped towards the middle of the room as his eyes ventured up, resting on her chest. He could imagine the perfect round of her breasts, naked and swelled without the cream-colored dress she was wearing. He could already see them, pressing so firmly against the thin material of the dress that she wore for their flight.
Her (your hair color) hair was pinned up to keep away from her shoulders, revealing her smooth-curved shoulders. A dip so smooth, they were perfect for his hands to grasp.
Elvis walked towards the hall and slid the door shut, adjusting the small sign on the door to reveal to the captain. Y/N lifted her eyes as she watched him close it entirely, and she read the sign.
Do not disturb.
The woman looked up at Elvis as he walked towards her slowly, pulling the cigar from his lips. Y/N felt her heart race inside of her chest as he grabbed the arms of her chair and turned her around to face him.
Craning her neck, she tilted her head back to meet his eyes. Elvis hit the cigar as he pulled the newspaper from her lap, folding it before setting it on the round table.
"What are you doing?" She asked him quietly.
Elvis kneeled down before her, looking into her eyes as he pressed his hand to her leg. As he slid his warm hand over her knee and up her thigh, she inhaled sharply.
"Taking these off." He said, calmly tugging her underwear downward. She clenched her jaw as his lips parted, the smoke lingering into her face.
Y/N lifted her hips and allowed him to pull her underwear down her legs. Elvis smirked faintly, the black lace wrapped around his hand.
