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   Fan Mail part 2 (mf, DS, public, con, nc, oral, cuckold) By Randy Rock
Star   I saw them in the third row.  They were both checking us out, trying
to figure out who.  He with a look of nervous dejection and she with hungry
anticipation.  She looked amazing for her age, and was dressed to fit in
with all the young tart fans and groupies that surrounded her and her date.
"Date"!  Hah!  He didn't look like her date.  He was wearing the typical
"Comfort Clothes" favoured by the middle aged.  Khaki loose fitting
trousers like the kind you buy at the Gap or Old Navy.  Top that off with a
golf shirt.  No wonder he was nervous.  The dude next to him had a tight
sleeveless black T with our latest CD cover art on the front and spider-web
tattoos all down his arm.  Not to mention about 3 ounces of silver in his
ears and other parts of his face.  Silver dude had his tart on his
shoulders most of the show.  She was wearing low-rise painted on jeans and
a chopped baby tee with the same logo as her ride.  Every time he bobbed to
the head-banger beat the underside of her perky tits was exposed.  Jennifer
was similarly dressed except that she had 4 inch heels on.  Not comfortable
concert wear but she knew David wasn't going to hoist her onto his
shoulders and she wanted to be able to see.  Besides, they pushed her
breasts forward and made her ass look perfect.  And she wasn't the only one
wearing stripper shoes.  So were all the groupies.  One of the roadies even
tried to invite her back to the trailers after their show, thinking she
might be one of the new "cougar" breed of band-sluts.  We had a huge
following in Toronto.  So it wasn't a surprise when we got called back out
for a second encore.  That was standard response for a T-Dot crowd.  When
we came out to satisfy the masses before a riot ensued I noticed Dave and
Jennifer were gone.  The girl on spiderman's shoulders was now naked from
the waist up.  Her hands cradled his chin and her teenaged breasts were
bouncing alternately off his head.  I was amused but distracted.  It was
hard to concentrate on the song when all I could think about was Jennifer
and her wimpy husband.  I got out of the limo at the Hilton and the doorman
opened the big glass lobby door with a bow.  I nodded back at him with a
smirk.  I always got a buzz off the" royalty" treatment.  Part of the
rags-to-riches thing that happens so often in the show business world.  I
had showered and changed in the well-appointed dressing room back at the
hangar.  A glance at the clock in the lobby revealed that it was 12:15. 
I've never been a punctual man so I was amused by my timing.  I turned and
went directly into the lounge.  I spotted them right away.  I recognized
them by David's attire.  He looked like such a fucking tourist.  Jennifer
had changed.  She looked fantastic, decked out in a sensuous but classy
evening gown like a movie star plugging her latest flick on Letterman.  It
came up to the collarbone but the sides were a series of one inch straps
with D-rings, attaching the front panel to the back forming a ladder from
armpit to hemline, exposing the fact that she had nothing on underneath. 
The shoulder straps had D-rings too so it was possible to completely
separate the front from the back.  A very funky design.  The dress was
black, of course and made of form fitting lycra.  Jennifer was virtually
naked in it and it was making David self-conscious.  It was making Jennifer
excited and her nipples were pushing the material of the dress out as she
fidgeted with her straw and rubbed her right shoe against her left ankle.
She still had the same fuck me shoes on and her feet were beginning to feel
the pain.  I walked over and elbowed my way between them at the bar and
turned away from David, ignoring him completely.  My right hand went
straight to Jennifer's left ass cheek and gave it a squeeze.  And my right
went behind her head, pulling her into a sloppy wet kiss.  I shoved my
oversized tongue into her mouth.  She was surprised at first and almost
choked.  Then her eyes smiled and she began sucking on it.  I pulled away
and she reluctantly let go.  "Hi, I'm Randy.  Better known as Dude."
"Ooooohh", she squealed.  "I was hoping it would be you!" Then she added,
"You have a ...  I mean that's a really incredible tongue you have there."
"Disappointment here doesn't have one that big, huh?", I retorted. 
"Disappointment here doesn't even have a dick as big as your tongue!", she
sniffed.  Then she smiled and like a kid she asked adoringly, "Can I have
your autograph?" "Can I have your autograph?" I turned and mimicked to
David.  "Isn't she just so cute?" Turning back to face Jennifer and holding
her jaw firmly in my left hand I said, "Be a dirty little slut for me and
I'll sign something for you later.  But now I need a drink!  Bartender, how
bout some drinks!  Give the lady here a Nipple Twister.  David here wants a
Slippery Dick, can you fix him up with one of those?  And I'm going to
start out with a Nasty Snatch." Then I turned to David and grabbed his soft
equipment in my hand and said," You don't mind if I fuck your wife, do you?
Too bad if you do!  But first lets dance.  C'mon luv." I let go of his dick
and grabbed her hand and set off for the small dance floor.  They were
playing soft jazz.  Piano bar type music.  Perfect slow dance stuff. 
Really romantic.  Of course, it was the hotel lounge.  Couples in here were
destined for later accommodation in the rooms above.  I held her close and
danced her around the floor.  I may be a rock star but I have class and
charm.  I've studied ballroom dancing and I held Jennifer in the proper
position.  My left hand held her right and I could feel the sweat of her
palm.  My right was around her waist and my face nuzzled into her ear.  She
trembled as we danced and I was very slow about making advances.  I wanted
her to hunger for me.  By the third song she was pushing her pelvis into
mine.  Just like on stage, timing is everything and now was the time.  I
slid my hand down onto her perfect ass and began to knead it and help her
to grind into me further.  David was trying not to look at us but others in
the bar were smiling at Jennifer's attempts to hump me.  David, never much
of a drinker, had downed the shooter quickly and was surprised at the
taste. The bartender had picked up on the scene that was developing and he
started to have fun with Dave when he quickly ordered another.  "So, you
like the taste of my slippery dick, do you?" David nodded and stole a quick
glance in our direction.  He turned back to the bar and gulped down the
drink and held up the empty glass.  "Another slippery dick?" "Can you
handle another slippery dick?  Maybe you'd like a large one this time.  he
he" Jennifer was clearly in heat.  As much as I wanted to take off that
dress and fuck her on the bar in front of her husband, I had no desire to
get the band tossed from the hotel.  So I half-dragged her across the floor
to the bar and downed my shot.  I handed Jenn her glass and said to Dave,
"C'mon, time to fuck your wife now.  I want you to watch.  If you want, I
can get you another slippery dick later." Then I held Jennifer in front of
me, hands on her hips and I pushed my cock into her spandex covered ass and
said, come luv, let's show your husband a really good time." I slid my
hands up to her breasts and gave her nipples a tweak and she giggled and
pushed her ass back on my cock.  I began to nudge her across the room, out
into the lobby, and across the floor to the elevator.  David staggered
along behind us.  There wasn't a salesman in the elevator.  But there was
one of our road tech's.  He must have got on the elevator in the parking
garage.  He had two groupies lapping at his crotch and one buck-toothed
japanese girl standing beside him having her nipple squeezed and twisted. I
maneuvered Jenn into the lone free back corner and didn't even wait for the
doors to close before I started to fuck her mouth with my tongue. 
Meanwhile I made quick use of my hands to undo what I could of the D-ring
buckles.  I had the dress peeled to her waist when the elevator stated
going up.  I looked over at David and said "Lick her" and nodded toward
Grace, the buck-toothed groupie.  Grace didn't shower very often and the
road tech laughed heartily in response to my command and reached down with
his right hand to pull up her schoolgirl kilt.  As hubbie knelt down to a
meal of day old sushi, I began to devour the marvelous prime rib in front
of me.  Using my hand to cup a breast I would parry and poke and tease with
my tongue and then without warning, grab her erect nipple with my teeth,
holding on only just so hard and then shaking my head lightly back and
forth.  It drove her wild and she came every time I did it.  After four of
these I lifted my head and looked over at the tech and grinned.  He moaned
as the girls switched, the redhead now bathing his balls and the punked out
brunette deep-throating his shaft.  "That the one you told me about?" he
asked.  I nodded.  "Good choice.  I can't wait to read about this one." He
winked at me.  Then he looked over at buck tooth and her hands holding
Disappointment's face in her smelly crotch.  He winked at me again.  Things
were going to plan.  Road tech and buck tooth we in for a bonus bag of bud
when we got home.  Jennifer had slid down the back wall of the elevator and
was just about to undo my zipper when the car stopped and the doors opened.
"Holy Shit!" she said.  Her first words in ages.  I pulled her by the hair
and got her back to her feet and nudged her out of the elevator.  Road tech
and the girls and Disappointment followed.  We had the entire 15th floor.
The smell of pot permeated the room.  Roadies were everywhere, with their
pants around their ankles and a teen slut on her knees in front of him,
playing his flute.  Playtex, our lighting technician had one girl licking
her pussy and two boys playing with her tits.  Welcome to the 21st century.
Our only black man on the crew, Whitey had a tiny 90 lb pale redhead
impaled on his thick twelve inch bone with her hands just barely making it
around his neck in an effort to provide some support besides that offered
by her vagina.  Snake, always the team player was behind her, greasing his
tattooed pole in preparations to provide that support.  Jennifer was in
awe. "David, look at this." she said in amazement to her husband.  David
was speechless.  I only gave them a moment to take in the sight and smell
of the scene in the hall before I guided Jennifer forward and then into my
suite.  "Take off the dress!", I ordered.  She started to undo the straps
but I yelled "No!  I want him to do it!" and looked at Disappointment."Use
your teeth." He crawled across the plush carpeted floor of the suite and
began to finish undressing his wife with his mouth.  When he had four
straps undone the dress fell to the floor and she kicked it aside.  I
pushed his face towards her musky crotch and rubbed his nose in the tiny
patch of hair remaining above her pubes.  "See how hot and wet she gets for
me?  Go ahead.  Taste her sweet cunt before I fill it with spunk." He
started to lick at her sex but it was just a tease because his short
unpracticed mouth muscle could barely reach her.  I kissed her again
filling her mouth with the tongue that she so desperately wanted in her
cunt and when I pinched her nipple hard she gripped his face hard with her
thighs and shuddered in orgasm.  I let go and then pushed her hard onto the
bed.  She fell back and I turned to the pop tarts and told them to undress
our audience participant and tie him to the desk chair.  They went to work
on him and I went to work on Jennifer.  After the rough toss onto the bed,
I gently picked up first one then the other of those lovely long legs and
placed them on my shoulders.  I nuzzled my face into her flesh.  And I
traced my fingers softly up and down the insides of her tender thighs,
stopping millimeters from her mound.  And then, moving in for a close
inspection of sight and smell, I used my thumbs to separate the folds of
her lips and gave her pussy a big wet lick.  Then I pulled back enough to
have a look at the glorious sight before me.  I blew gently as I held her
lips apart and her clit, still hidden began to quiver visibly under the
folds.  I grinned.  Then I started to go to town on it.  Licking at it
while now poking my right index finger into her slit.  She was squirming
now and gripping my head like she tried to do with David.  But I was in
control, not her.  So I pushed forward, my shoulders shoving her legs until
she was doubled up with her knees against her breasts.  Jennifer was spread
wide open now, her entire body compromised in the interest of exposing her
most private parts to the room.  Smiling an evil grin, I spat on her crotch
and then rubbed it all over her lips.  I spat again and rubbed it gently
into Jennifer's puckered anus.  Making a pistol shape with my hand I pushed
two fingers in and out of her cunt with a sawing motion.  Each time I
reached hilt formed by my thumb I wiggled it two or three times against
Jenn's tight bunghole.  I added another finger to the piston in her pussy
and on the third push I popped my thumb into her rosebud and she jerked
violently into spasms of pleasure.  She was holding her own legs now as
tight as she could to give me as much access as she could, giving whole new
meaning to the word available.  I got back down on the bed to take
advantage of this and put three fingers of my left hand into Jennifer's
pussy, as far as I could.  Then I pushed my right index finger into her
anus.  Jennifer was screaming "Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!" I went for her
clit with my mouth and sucked it in between my lips and then pressed
lightly with my teeth and she went completely over the top.  She started to
gush fluid and shake uncontrollably.  When she finally stopped convulsing
and lay sweaty and panting I looked up at David and said," What a fucking
filthy slut!  Did you know you married such a slut?"

   ....  to be continued.