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   Fan Mail part 1 (mf, DS, public, con, nc, oral, cuckold) By Randy Rock
Star   I'm a handsome enough dude, or so I have been told.  I have a skinny
rock star look and I almost always wear black.  I keep current.  I get
pegged for a musician even if I wear a suit.  Maybe it's an irreverent
swagger, Who knows?  But you know what they say, we rock stars are good
lovers.  Lock up your daughters and your brides cuz we will have our way
with them.  They will swoon in our presence and they will do unspeakable
things with us that you would have never imagined.  Groupies get to be a
really boring scene after the first three tours.  Roadie Kill, we call
them. Far too available on the backstage doorstep.  So when I have a chance
to log on to the net I make a point of surfing for other sources of
entertainment.  I was browsing away in a search such as this one day during
a break in the tour when I came across an ad from a guy looking for studs
to fuck his wife.  Not just a dude looking to keep the woman happy, either.
This guy was a true cuckold.  Small dick.  And he wants to watch.  Or be
thrown out of the room.  The ad went like this: "It won't make any
difference to you that she's married.  Or that I'm with her.  You are a man
used to having what you want.  You want her, and that's all that matters to
you.  Turning her on in front of me just gives you an even bigger thrill.
You will show me how a real man performs, or just tell me to leave, if you
like.  Or make her to tell me to leave, so she can feel comfortable as you
penetrate her with a real cock for the first time.  "You may enjoy her any
way you like, indeed in many different ways.  She will be obedient with the
right man.  You must be reasonably well endowed.  I'm five inches long and
thin.  Please reply with a scenario you may want to participate in.  Be
sincere and have a sense of humour.  This is a fun and pleasant diversion
for us and should be nothing more for you.  Not interested in dabblers or
online only types.  We want to meet, not talk.  If you do too, reply with
haste." I must say, I had a pretty big woodie after reading this.  I'd read
cuckold stories before in ASSTR and have been turned on at the idea of
being the third party role.  But I didn't think that guys like this really
existed.  I was motivated to write back.  I took some digital pics of my
cock in various stages of erection.  I'm no porn star but I proudly sport a
thick seven and a half inch long penis when it's fully erect. 
Uncircumcised, and shaven so it's not hiding in a bush.  I put them into an
email and I wrote the following and sent it off to them: "I'll take your
wife.  But rather than tell you to leave I think she should tie you to the
chair so you could watch.  I'd want you to see how I could make her cum
before she had removed a stitch of clothing.  Her panties would be drenched
now and I'd put them into your mouth to stop your whining.  I would want
you to see the smile on her face while she licks my cock to it's seven and
a half inch glory and then swallows it.  I'd have to fuck her right in
front of you with her legs spread wide so you could see my meat sliding in
and out of her all wet with her juices.  I'd take her again from behind so
she could look at you and you could see me reaching around to scratch her
clit with every shove.  I'd want you to see the fire of desire in her eyes.
"I'd want to stop by for another hot session whenever the band was in the
area.  Maybe when you learned to accept you cuckoldry we'd untie you and
let you hold my cock as I slipped it into your hot woman.  My insatiable
slut.  The groupie band-slut she always wanted to be." It was about two
weeks before I was home again and able to check my mail.  There was a
reply. Their names were David and Jennifer.  They wanted to meet somewhere.
And David said Jennifer told him to tell me that she got wet when she read
my letter and saw my weapon.  And that she insisted that he tell me that it
made him cum in his pants.  Short, thin and he cum's quick.  Jennifer was
in for a treat.  I can last for an hour and I get hard again really quick.
Especially when attended to by a woman who I've just fucked for an hour.  I
could definitely fuck Jenn for an hour.  From the look of the pictures she
included I could fuck her all night long.  And the pictures of David and
his sad pencil of a penis meant that I could give her a serious ride.  But
I wasn't going to meet them ahead of time.  Aside from the difficult
logistics I needed to be the one in control for the scene to play out
right. They included their phone number.  Fools!  I did a reverse lookup
and had their address and the names and addresses of all their neighbours.
Not to mention the name of a swanky hotel in the vicinity.  "Forget
meeting. I'm on tour, remember?  I'll only be in your area once on this go
around so the scene takes place then.  I'm going to change the script a
little.  It will be more real for you if you don't know everything that
will happen.  But you need to know the setup.  So here is how it will start
out.  We always get classy digs when we play back in Canada.  We're staying
at the Hilton this time.  You and the wife are going to be at the bar in
the lounge at midnight.  We should be coming off the stage at the Hangar by
11 and even if we do an extra encore I should be in the hotel by quarter
past midnight.  I like a drink after the show so I will come to the lounge
as soon as I get there.  I also like a good long fuck-session after the
show so I'm going to pick up your wife right in front of you and the rest
of the bar.  And we're going to go up to my suite together as I openly
grope and fondle her and you will follow along like a lost puppy.  We'll
share the elevator, you, your wife, and I along with a traveling salesman.
When the doors close I'll slide the straps of Jennifer's evening gown off
her shoulders to expose her magnificent breasts.  And I will devour them in
front of you and the salesman as I pull the skirts up to expose her
pantiless sex.  Your slut of a wife knew we would be in town and she lured
you to our hotel in hopes of getting fucked by a real cocksman. .... 
"That's all I will tell you.  Be at the Hilton when I said.  If not you and
all your neighbours will get copies of all of this including pictures and
links to your profile.  Nothing like a little danger to make your pecker
stiff." Their profile said they both had an education and they listed my
band as one of their favorites.  So I figured they'd put two and two
together on the date and location and maybe even have tickets to the show.
About all they didn't know was which member of BFD they were dealing with.
BFD is my band.  A big time, heavy sound, hard rock power trio, with hair,
attitude and libidos like no one except rock stars.  And I had the smallest
dick in the band.

   ....  to be continued.