Rock Star
by mistress diana
The air in the bar was heavy and moist. Lazy clouds of smoke hung there like fog. And the noise was dull and uninteresting. It was a typical night in the French Quarter of
New Orleans and Darlene could care less. She
sat in an out of the way corner of the bar and brooded over a warm, dark beer.
In her little social circle it was
the biggest night of the year. She and her
friends talked and planned about it for months. Their
idol was performing a homecoming concert at last. And
the best thing about it was the show was in a smaller venue. Up close and personal, she thought. Close enough to touch
She sighed heavily and her shoulders
slumped even more.
Darlene was a redheaded beauty with
green eyes and the palest skin possible for such a hot and sunny climate. Her lush twenty-six year old body was covered with
black. Tight clingy top. Tight mini. Stockings. Boots. Short
jacket. All black and reflecting the depths
of her black mood.
She lit another cigarette and looked
at her watch. The show would be over by now. Her friends were no doubt on their way to a party. Maybe even meeting the object of her obsession at
this very moment. She took another sip of her
beer and slammed her glass down. No one
noticed the black, brooding lump in the corner.
Nope, they were all there and she
wasnt. Call it stupidity or whatever
you like. Suddenly the time was at hand and
her hand was empty. Oh, she tried. She spent long hours scanning the Internet and
calling places, but no ticket. Her stupid
friends somehow forgot to get her a ticket.
But she knew better. Julie, the
little bitch, happened to be mad at her that day and conveniently overlooked that fact
that Darlene needed a ticket to the hottest show ever.
As Darlenes body slumped even
more, the smoke from her cigarette added to the heavy atmosphere and obscured her view of
the front door. She saw a few shadowy types
come in and go over to the bar. They looked
like they probably were at the show themselves which made her feel more resentment. She ignored them and went back to playing with the
droplets of water that beaded up on her glass.
The bar she was in was probably the
most nondescript place in the Quarter. Thats
why she chose it. It was never crowded and
most of the people in there were uninterested in her type.
A perfect place to not be seen. She
felt if anyone of her crowd saw her on the street and not on the way to the show, she
would die of shame.
She had weighed the decision of going
out that night as opposed to staying in. Darlene
felt that staying in would just contribute to the misery.
She knew she would lay there in the dark, get high and listen to
him over and over again on her stereo. His
voice would envelope her and do those weird, crazy things it always did and she would go
insane.
No, she had reasoned, better to get
out and move around.
Although sitting there crying in a
beer wasnt much better. And now that
beer was so warm it was undrinkable. She
sighed yet again and got up to go to the bar. It
wasnt the type of place to have a waitress.
She didnt bother looking at any
of the patrons as she made her way around the little tables to the dark, smooth surface of
the bar. It actually was one of her favorite
places to escape to. None of her friends
would ever dare to go there.
She approached the bar and leaned
over it a bit to get the bartender to notice her. He
was busy chatting with a couple of locals at the far end, so she waited. She really wasnt in any hurry.
Darlene was vaguely aware that the
two shadowy types that came in were sitting on the stools next to her. They were both men, but she didnt want to
look at them directly in case they knew her. But
she was listening to their conversation.
Yeah, the one farthest
away said, that one chick in the first row
did you see her tits? Shit
The one closest to her laughed and
Darlene felt a shiver go through her body and she didnt know why. She shrugged it off and started to wish she
wasnt there. It was obvious they had
been at the show and now she was about to hear about the antics. Damnit, that could have been me showing off my
tits, she thought wryly.
Her immediate neighbor stopped
laughing and spoke again. You know, my
fingers hurt more than most nights.
Darlenes eyes flew open at the
sound of his voice. It was so
familiar
but where? She slowly raised
her eyes up to look at the mirror behind the bar. If
she was careful, she could get a look at them without them noticing her. Her gaze went up
just over the bottles of
vodka and whiskey and began to focus at the faces to her left.
Although the mirror was dirty and the
air was hazy, the face that was slowly coming into her view was unmistakable. The long, black hair, parted in the middle. The eyes, what color were they right now? Blue? The
strong face and chin. The thin but sensuous
lips. How many times had she gazed at that
face and committed it to memory? Suddenly her
whole body broke out in a cold sweat. There
he was. The object of her every obsession and
her every wet dream.
Yeah, so Im glad we
decided to slip away here, that voice said again.
Good choice, man.
Darlene stood rooted there as the
bartender finally acknowledged her and came over to see what she wanted.
What can I get you, miss?
he said in the funky accent that only natives from New Orleans had.
Ah, um
Dixie, she
choked out.
He squinted at her, trying to see if
she was totally shit-faced or not and decided she was ok.
Darlene was so aware of his presence
so close to her. She could smell him and he
smelt wonderfully clean. She actually was a
bit surprised at the smell, but it was great. Most
of all she could sense his aura
the sheer being of him right the fuck next to her. Oh god
Never was she so scared to move and
say anything in her life. But her eyes could
move and they did again back to the mirror. This
time when she looked up, his eyes stared back at her.
And when they saw her face, they squinted.
His face broke into a small, amused smile.
Darlene broke her gaze and began to fumble
in her pocket for some money to pay for the beer that had just arrived. She threw a five on the counter and slipped away
before she knew it. Her little nest was
waiting for her and she hastily retreated to it.
The so-called object of her desire
slowly turned around to look at her as she walked back to her seat. If she had seen the look in his eye, she would
have turned a shade of red that only her hair could match.
Every once and a while he wanted
something. He wasnt always sure what it
was, but that beauty that had just gazed at him in the mirror, for tonight, was it.
The show that evening had, as usual,
drained him and left him extremely mellow, but not emotionally or physically dead. A stirring was there and it came to life when he
looked in the mirror and saw those green eyes framed by a mass of wavy, red hair. When she walked away, he knew that she knew who he
was. A slow smile played on his lips again as
he watched her move away from him.
He drained his beer and made an
excuse to visit the mens. At it
happened, he would have to walk right by her little retreat. He eased his lithe, lean body off the stool, took
a deep breath and began to walk.
Darlene had barely taken two sips of
her beer when she saw him begin to walk over to her.
She quickly took in what he was wearing, as that was ever so important to her. He was all dressed in black like her. Black jeans
not too tight, black leather boots that went almost up to his knees, black
sleeveless t-shirt.
Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, she thought. Hes coming!
What do I do? What do I-
He walked right by her without
looking at her and went to the restrooms.
It was several long seconds later
that she remembered to breathe again. Options
started to go through her brain. She could
leave right now and be done with it. She had
the encounter and that was all. She could
tell all her friends about it and relive it in her dreams or when she masturbated in a
warm tub.
Or she could camp out there longer
and get the nerve up to speak to him. That
was much harder, but how many times had she fantasized this very moment? Over and over she had played the scene, but it
was different. Her version started with him
seeing her in the audience and picking her out. The
show ends, someone finds her and brings her back stage.
Its quiet. There are
flowers. He glides over to her and offers her
a drink. Shes witty and beautiful and
poised. They move to the couch-
Excuse me, may I have a
seat? a slightly raspy voice asks her.
She came out of her reverie and there
he was, easing his body into the booth next to her and suddenly it was all real.
Um
I
sure, she
said. So much for poise.
Darlene was looking at him
really looking at him now. He smiled.
I
I know who you
are
she stammered out.
He smiled broadly at her. I could tell by the way you looked at me in
the mirror.
She blushed furiously, but said
nothing.
And your name is? he
asked, eyebrows rising.
Oh, um, Darlene.
Hmmm
interesting name. Havent heard that one in a while. Kinda fifties-ish.
Yeah
I guess. She looked down at her beer and tried to think of
something intelligent to say.
Did you see the show
tonight?
Oh no, she thought, not that! Dont ask me that!
I, ah, didnt. She looked up at him then and her eyes were full
of shame.
He looked somewhat surprised as if he
expected everyone who adored him to be there. It
was only fitting that they were.
Oh, Im sorry. I just figured
Well, my so-called friends were
supposed to get me a ticket, she said, suddenly bitter and beginning to return to
her usual self. But they
forgot. I tried for weeks to get
one, but I couldnt. She brought
her green eyes up to focus on his. Yes, they
were blue. Youre very popular,
you know.
Her dark, painted lips curved upwards
to a smile when she said this and he felt something stir deep inside when he gazed at her. He reached out to take her hand in his and
surprised himself as he lowered his lips to kiss hers. Maybe
the old charm of this city was finally getting to him, but he wanted to kiss her hand in a
big way.
Darlene was close to fainting as she
saw him lower his head. Black strands of hair
brushed against her skin and somewhat obscured his face, but his lips touched her hand and
the electricity coursed through her veins. He
kept them pressed there for a few seconds before sitting up again. His face split into a smile and the moment was
gone.
I have an idea, he said,
eyes flashing. Since you werent
able to experience us live, how about a more private show?
Her eyes widened in disbelief. He was actually asking her to go to his house?
And do
what?
I, uh, what exactly do you
mean? she heard herself asking.
I dont live too far from
here. Come and visit and Ill show you
around. You can listen to some new stuff
Im working on.
He sounded very casual about it. Maybe she was reading into it too much.
"Um, ok, she said,
wondering what the hell she was doing.
Great, lets go. This place is a little oppressive, dont you
think?
He eased out of the booth and she
followed him. Never in her wildest dreams had
she imagined this to happen. Sure she
fantasized about it, but she never thought it would happen. Little did she know how wild things would be.
They rode in his limo through the dark,
sleepy streets of the Garden District. She
knew he lived there, but never knew exactly which house.
As they rode, she was pretty quiet, not knowing what she should be talking
about. He did most of the talking and she was
surprised at how easy-going he was. She
answered his questions about herself but she found she couldnt take the lead and ask
him any questions. It was if she didnt
want to intrude on his privacy, and yet he was taking her to where he lived. His innermost sanctum.
The limo slowed on a nameless street
and they exited back out to the heavy damp air. There
wasnt a soul around. The air was filled
with the heady scent of flowers and she could hear crickets and other things chirping and
cheeping in the still night. The limo drove
away and he walked up the stairs. She
followed him up and after some elaborate punching on a keypad, they were inside.
The house was very old, but it had
been redone when he bought it. She had heard
that it used to be an old funeral home and she could tell by the layout. There was a big entranceway that lead into a few
different rooms. They were beautifully
furnished with Victorian-era furniture and drapes. Expensive
artwork adorned the walls and she was awed.
This is beautiful! she
said, walking boldly into the sitting room. Its
like going back into time.
He leaned against the doorway and
watched her. In this light he could fully
appreciate her loveliness. Her long legs
carried her gracefully across the rich carpets. Her
slim arms with their long fingers caressed the fine upholstery. He noticed her fingernails were painted dark red,
like blood. They looked so stark in
comparison to her ivory skin. As she tilted
her head up to look at the chandelier, her firm and very pleasing breasts stuck out. His eyes slid along her bust line up to her neck
and then rested on the delicate bones of her chin and jaw.
She turned her head suddenly to gaze at something else and her lustrous hair
picked up the lighting and shown a deep red.
His body responded almost without him
knowing and he felt suddenly warm despite the coolness of the air conditioning.
She spun around and saw the piano.
Oh my god, this is
amazing! She walked over to it, but
would not touch it.
He smiled at that simple gesture.
Would you care to see the rest
of the house, Darlene?
She faced him, eyes, wide, and told
him she would.
The tour led them upstairs where the
décor changed into something much more modern. As
they walked, she noticed he clicked a remote and music filled the air. Although she had never heard it before, she knew
it was his music. There were no words, just
sounds melodious, haunting sounds. She
shuddered and followed him down the dark hallway.
It was pretty obvious that the
bedrooms where up here. He was pretty casual
about pointing them out, but she was taking in every detail. Eventually they came to a large room at the end of
the hall. He opened the double doors and she
gazed at the master bedroom.
He watched her take it all in, trying
to figure out what she was thinking. She
surreptitiously looked around and then rested her eyes on the large, four posted bed for a
fleeting moment. He saw a slight flush appear
in her cheeks and smiled to himself. Although
he didnt know what she was thinking, he was imaging her pale, white body sprawled
across the dark sheets in state of total ecstasy. He
exhaled deeply and ushered her back out to the hallway.
She felt a tension in the air now and
it had a sexual overtone in it. That was his
bedroom, she thought. Where he sleeps and-
Would you like a drink?
he asked.
Oh, yes, that would be
great.
Great, I have something I think
youll like.
They went back downstairs into a
small, cozy sitting room. Darlene took a spot
on the large red couch. In fact, mostly
everything in the room was a various shade of red. Again,
it was richly furnished, but she was beginning to see that this really wasnt him. In fact, although the whole house was decorated
with the very best taste, she could sense it wasnt what he was all about.
He went over to the small bar and
produced a strange looking bottle.
Have you ever drank
Absinthe? he asked.
Oh my god, you actually have
it?
Of course. Its great stuff. Not as potent as it used to be, but very
good.
She watched him get two glasses and
begin the ritual. First he poured the
emerald-colored liquid into two glasses until they were halfway full. Then he placed a slotted spoon over one. She watched in interest as he removed a sugar
cube from a crystal dish and placed it on the spoon. Next he began to slowly pour cold
water over the sugar cube. Before her eyes,
the liquid in the glass began to turn a milky white color.
He moved the spoon to the other glass and repeated the process.
What does this stuff taste
like? she asked.
He laughed. Pretty bitter without the sugar. But its not bad with it.
He turned around and held out her
glass and sat down next to her.
Darlene looked down at the milky,
opaque substance in her glass. This was
definitely a night of firsts, she thought as she brought the glass to her lips. She felt herself almost hold her breath as she
took the first sip.
The cooled liquid entered her mouth
and burned her throat all the way down to her stomach.
A short, sharp cough escaped her and her eyes watered slightly. She heard him laugh.
I love watching people drink
this for the first time.
She laughed weakly and took another
sip. This time she was prepared so it went
down a little easier.
This stuff isnt as
psychoactive as it used to be. They recently
un-banned it. I think its great.
Yeah, its different,
thats for sure.
They sat there and sipped the liqueur
delicately and she felt for a moment that they were transported a hundred years in the
past. Only the music was different.
Darlene felt the alcohol slowly take
affect. It was if each muscle in her body was
slowly relaxing and unwinding. Her mind was
no longer filled with self-pity. And her
libido was beginning to heat up. She became
very much aware of his presence again so close to her.
He was talking easily about New Orleans living, but underneath was a dark
undertone. It was the side that she heard in
his music. The side that turned her on. And she wanted to see it and experience it.
The alcohol was having a similar
effect on his own body. He found it easy to
talk to her, but it was a cover up and he knew it. The
drain of the show and the lateness of the evening were beginning to take its toll. But instead of being exhausted, he was finding
that his walls were crumbling a bit. Desire,
fueled by the Absinthe was filling his psyche. It
was time to go downstairs.
He set his empty glass down on the
table.
Would you like to see the
studio?
She turned to him, eyes slightly
glazed, but filled with a similar desire.
Oh yes, I would love to.
He took the glass from her hand and
his fingers brushed hers. It was the first
time since he had kissed her hand that they had touched.
He felt the electricity again.
Follow me, he said,
standing up.
Darlene got to her feet and felt
slightly dizzy. She hoped she didnt
seem drunk to him and she wanted to remember every bit of this night.
They approached a door off the
hallway and she noticed it had its own keypad.
He punched in a set of numbers and they began their descent to the basement.
When they entered the main room, she
immediately knew where he spent most of his time. She
felt him everywhere as she looked around. It
was quite an impressive place. Stacks and
stacks of equipment were everywhere. Very
expensive guitars and keyboards, computers, mixing boards
everything one would need
to produce the kind of music he did.
This is incredible, she
said, awestruck.
This is where I work, he
said, simply and without any pretentiousness.
He walked over to one of the many
machines, and switched it on. Within seconds
music filled the air of the tight room and surrounded her.
It was so sensual that she began to feel a little weak. She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes.
The sounds washed over her as she
stood there and she became dimly aware of him singing the words. His voice was still slightly raspy from the show,
but it didnt waver and it was filled with emotion.
She kept her eyes closed as his voice moved closer to her. Again, his presence set off sparks of electricity
between them as he stood very close.
Her nostrils flared briefly as she
took in the scent of him. She could smell the
leather of his boots; the sweetly bitter scent of the Absinthe, even the shampoo that he
had used and a faint musky odor that she didnt want to admit existed.
His singing got softer with the music and
she felt his breath on her skin. It was warm
and oozing with the smell of the liqueur. But
still, she kept her eyes shut. If she looked
at him now-
She felt his hand touch her cheek. His fingers were rough and calloused from playing
as they scraped the soft white flesh, but she didnt care. He was touching her and it was deliberate and
sensual and she was going to die now.
Her eyes opened and he was right the
fuck there. His eyes were searching her face
and she could see the lids slowly sliding down over them.
She noticed things like the faint shadow of his beard and wondered when he
last shaved. She saw his lips soften and part
slightly.
His hand moved down to cup her chin
and tilt her head up so he could find her lips. Her
eyes began to close as he moved his head to hers. Then,
in an instant he was kissing her and everything changed.
Darlene felt his mouth on hers and when he
opened it, his tongue was forcing her own mouth to open.
Her body was frozen in time as she accepted his insistent tongue. Teeth scraped across flesh and saliva mixed. That one kiss opened her very soul and into it
went the lust, pain, loneliness and hunger that made up his entire being.
His hand slid down along her thigh to
the hemline. She really knew she was going to
melt when she felt that same hand slide under it to seek out the warm flesh of her exposed
thigh - just above her stockings. When he
did, she heard him grunt and kiss her even more roughly.
His own mouth found her tongue and he sucked it hard. Her body started to respond and it was instinct
that made her arms begin to encircle him reaching up to touch his face, his hair.
But he had other designs on her. He pulled his hand out from under her skirt and
grabbed her wrists and forced them up over her head.
She wasnt sure what to do then, but there actually wasnt a whole
lot she could do. His body was pressed
against hers and his mouth was beginning to move south to her neck. He shifted slightly and she felt the undeniable
bulge of his cock against her leg.
The music pulsed around them as he
sucked her neck and rubbed his cock against her leg.
She began to moan as his mouth moved to the tops of her breasts. His tongue licked the firm white skin that showed
above her top before moving to the damp skin of her cleavage. Darlene started to lose control a little as he
shifted again and brought his knee between her legs and started to force her legs apart. And she was pretty much helpless to do anything
about it.
Then as quickly as it began, he
stopped and broke away. She stood there
against the wall panting and knew her lipstick was smeared across her face. She looked at him with glazed eyes and saw the
lipstick on his face too.
The music died away and there was
silence.
I want you, Darlene, he
said simply in a low, husky voice. I
want to taste you and suck you and fuck you. I
want to tie you up and spank your sweet ass. I
want to feel your lips around my cock until I cum in your mouth.
She opened her mouth but no words
would come out. Her brain couldnt
comprehend what he was saying. It was if she
was in a fog.
He placed his hand next to his bulge. It wasnt an obscene gesture at all. Just a placement of a hand, drawing her attention
to him.
Do you want it? he
breathed.
I
I
oh
god
she said. The alcohol and his
kiss made her head spin. She sunk to her
knees as tears began to streak down her face.
He moved closer to her and unzipped
his jeans. She looked up at his thick cock in
her face and in a dream brought her hand up to touch it.
He slapped it away and began to stroke her cheek with it. Suddenly, a new song came on and it again engulfed
them with sound.
Open your mouth, Darlene, and
take me, he commanded his voice raw with lust.
She opened her mouth and the hard,
smooth flesh of his cockhead pressed against her lips and forced its way into her mouth
just as his tongue had a few moments ago. She
opened wider and he was invading her. He
groaned and one hand slid over her head to force her to accept him totally.
Her tongue flattened and slid along
the underside of his cock and she began to do what she instinctively knew was right
she sucked his cock. The dark, smeared lips
closed over him near the base and she started to slide up and down his ever-hardening
shaft. He tightened his grip on her hair and
brought her head down, forcing more cock into her mouth.
She started to gag, but he wouldnt let up.
Oh fuck, yeah
take me
deep
he groaned.
Darlene remembered to relax her
throat and that was what he needed her to do. She
felt compelled to obey his every wish.
Mmmm
thats good. Suck my cock, Darlene. Take it all in and suck it.
Her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked
his cock. His hand guided her head up and
down, picking up speed and intensity. There
was nothing more she could do than to go along with it.
His hand pulled her hair roughly and if she moved away, it would be torn out
of her scalp.
This went on for a few more minutes
until he started to really moan. She sensed
he was close.
Fuck
oh fuck
Im
gonna-
And then it happened. His warm cum flooded her mouth. He kept his hand firmly on her head and her nose
was right up against his pubic hairs. She
could smell the musky scent of him as he spurted deep in her throat. His cock, his moaning and the music muffled her
groans.
When at last he finished, he pulled
out of her mouth and cum leaked out on her chin. She
knelt there with a dazed expression on her face as he wiped his cock off with a towel and
pushed it back into his jeans. Without a
word, he helped her to her feet and began to lick the cum from her face in delicate
strokes of his tongue.
I think we should go
upstairs, he said flatly.
Before she could answer, the music
was off and he was leading her back up to the first floor.
Her legs wobbled as she climbed the stairs and when they reached the grand
hallway again, her eyes squinted at the bright light.
She thought they were to go back into the sitting room for a drink, but he
turned the corner and climbed the stairs to the second floor. There was nothing else to do but to follow him
back into darkness.
As he walked up the stairs, he
thought about what had just happened and was even surprised at himself. It had been a long time, almost too long, since he
had sex. The touring and recording had
totally consumed him. But now
now he was
done for a while. He could retreat back into
the sanctuary and start to think about the next project.
But first
When they reached the doors to his
bedroom, he pushed them open and put on a single light.
He immediately went over to light the array of candles near the bed and in
no time soft, sensual light filled the room. The
single light was shut off and only then did he turn to look at her.
Her pale skin shown in the
candlelight and he wanted her all over again.
He collapsed on the bed and began to
take his boots off. Darlene stood perfectly
still in the middle of the room, still reeling from the previous encounter and watched
him. He smiled to himself as he slowly
unwound the long laces from the steel eyelets of his boots.
He was definitely going to enjoy this night.
After the boots and socks, came the
t-shirt. Feeling more comfortable, he lay
back against the dark satin and sheets and gazed to where she was still standing.
Come over here, he said
softly as he put more music on. He silently
thanked the engineers who wired his house for sound.
Darlene walked over to him and stood
next to the bed. She trembled ever so
slightly as she regarded his body. It was as
lean and hard as she knew it would be and she wanted nothing more than to have his arms
around her.
I think you should take your
clothes off.
She nodded slightly and the pale
hands opened her jacket and slid it off her shoulders.
Without a word, she dropped to the floor.
Youre very pretty.
Darlene felt her cheeks flush. Thank you
I love that fucking red hair. Its so sexy.
She smiled at him now and began to
pull her top over her head. Now she was in
the mood. She wanted to show him her body and have him worship it and fuck her and drive
her wild. After all, this was her ultimate
fantasy come true. Well, except for the
spanking part. She hoped that he would forget
about that part. Her past sexual experiences
were not very kinky at all. In fact, there
werent too many memorable ones.
As the top fell to the floor, her
hands slid behind her back to unhook her bra. She
heard him sigh as she pulled the lacy black cups from her breasts.
Oh god, theyre so
beautiful
so white
touch them for me.
She smiled again and brought her
hands up under her C-cups and squeezed the firm flesh there. Her pink nipples began to harden slightly and she
shivered.
Seeing he was satisfied, she brought
her hands behind her again and found the zipper to her skirt. She eased it down and let it drop to the floor and
stepped out of it. Her black, satin panties
came into view.
Mmmm
take those off
too.
She slipped them down over her legs,
making sure she bent over to give him a different view of her breasts.
Now she stood naked except for her
thigh-high stockings. Her shoes had been
discarded earlier.
Leave the stockings on,
he said as he got up.
She braced herself for him to touch
her she was practically aching for him to do so, but he walked by her and went into
a large, walk-in closet. When he came back he
had on long, black, latex gloves. She gasped
and immediately recognized those gloves. How
she longed to feel them on her skin in her fantasies about him. In one clad hand was a set of handcuffs and in the
other, a rope.
Oh my god, she said when
he approached her.
He said nothing and grabbed her
hands, forcing them behind her back and quickly locked them with the cuffs. Next, he roughly pushed her down face first on
the bed and began to bind her ankles together with the rope.
She lay there stunned, not ever
believing this could happen, but deep down she wasnt surprised. She had heard the lyrics and seen the videos. She knew what he liked.
He stood there and looked at the
creature before him tied up. Her creamy white
ass was presented to him and it was begging to be spanked.
He grunted as his cock began to stir again and press against his jeans. Ignoring that for now, he knelt on the bed next to
her and began to caress her ass with his gloved hand.
He heard her take a sharp breath and
knowing the time was right, he brought his hand down on her flesh with a firm SMACK.
She cried out loudly but he ignored
her and watched mesmerized by the red handprint left on the pure white skin. He brought his hand down on the other cheek even
harder. Again, her cries were loud and full
of pain.
Yeah, you werent
expecting this, were you? he asked.
She shook her head and he watched as her
red hair tossed from side to side. He brought
his hand down again.
Ohhhh
please,
noooo
she cried.
He ignored her and spanked her again
and again. The music was angry and loud in
the background and his own voice urged him on. He
smacked her ass again and the skin grew redder. He
felt the frustration of the last year begin to well up and he knew what he must do next. It would be painful for her, but the only way he
could deal with his own pain was to give it to someone else.
Darlene was crying softly, but he
couldnt hear her over the music. He
removed his jeans and his cock sprung out fully erect and leaking precum. Kneeling down next to her, he began to rub her
sore cheeks.
The redness was angry-looking as the
latex slid over the skin. He knew all too
well how it felt and brought his tongue to caress her.
When he did that, he could feel her muscles start to relax just a bit. Smiling, he continued to bathe her ass with his
tongue and his fingers began to pull her asscheeks apart.
She was relaxing more until his
tongue found the tight entrance to her ass. He
licked and probed lightly and she jumped at the sensation.
Ever been fucked in the
ass? he asked.
Noooo
she said in a
scared voice.
Mmmmm
youre gonna
like it.
He continued to lick her asshole some
more but she was trying to get away from him. This
pissed him off and he grabbed her hair and forced her to stay still.
If you move again, Ill
get the paddle and youll really see what its like to get spanked.
Darlene whimpered a bit, but stopped
moving. He got up and applied some lube to
his aching cock. Since her ass was virgin, he
might as well be somewhat gentle.
Straddling her stocking-clad legs, he
brought his cock to her asscrack and began to rub it slowly up and down. The lube made it slide easily over the firm,
white flesh. He wondered if she was enjoying
it, he knew he was.
Ok, you little bitch, relax
your muscles or its gonna hurt like hell.
He pushed his fat cockhead against
her asshole and began to push it in. Darlene
raised her head and began to scream in pain. He
smacked her ass.
I told you relax
it! he yelled.
He pushed a little more and the lube
helped him enter her. He felt some resistance
but suddenly it gave way and he was in. His
cock filled her and he kept it there for a minute and leaned over her.
You know how much I give to
everyone? he whispered in here ear. You
know how much they take it from me? Over and
over
night after fucking night
Darlene listened to him and said
nothing. Her ass was painfully filled with
his cock when all she wanted was for it to be in her pussy. Tears streamed down her cheeks as his hot breath
touched her ear.
Well, tonight Im gonna
take some of it back.
He pulled out of her ass a bit and
pushed back in. Darlene cried out.
Ohhh
please, dont do
this to me. Whatever I did Im
sorry
You didnt do anything,
darling, he laughed. Not a
fucking thing.
He grunted and began to slide his
cock in and out of her ass. Darlene squeezed
her eyes shut and listened to him talk about giving and taking. Around her his recorded voice talked about fucking
and possession and emptiness. She tried to
focus her attention elsewhere and shut out the pain of him raping her ass.
She knew her friends did anal sex and
most of them raved about it. But she had
never tried and she couldnt understand the attraction of it even with his cock
lubed. She could barely move a muscle tied as
she was.
Mmmmm
fuck, your ass is
sweet
he grunted in between strokes. Im
gonna take you hard and fast
And he did. With amazing strength, he pumped her ass over and
over, his climax building like a giant wall of fury and pain. He no longer saw her as she was. Instead she was a body white skin and red
hair, accepting his cock and milking it with her tight muscles. The sensation was far better then her lips around
his cock and with that thought he began to cum.
Ohhhh
fuckkkkkk! he
yelled and his seed spurted deep in her ass.
Darlene felt him cum and shut her
eyes. At least its over for now, she
thought as his moans filled the air, covering the other voice. For now
His orgasm carried him somewhere else
for a few seconds. All he could feel was the
sweet sensation of his cum letting loose into her tight ass. His own voice echoed in his ears. His own music filled his soul.
At last he could finish and pull out of
her. Darlene felt his wet cum begin to leak
out of her asshole and sobbed in relief.
But the loudest sobbing came from the
collapsed body next to her on the bed as the first rays of dawn crept into the room.
Darlene lay on her stomach and watched it
rain outside. Lying on her back was out of
the question, at least for now. At least it
was better than the first day. She winced as
she thought about it. In fact, the whole
incident made her wince. But she had to go
back one more time and think about it.
After he spent himself in her, he lay
there and sobbed. She lay next to him unable
to move to comfort him or slap him across the face. Eventually
the music ended and so did his sobbing. As
her ass throbbed in pain, she began to shiver. It
must have been the shivering that brought him to his senses.
He got up and untied her ankles and
unlocked her cuffs. Without a word, he helped
her to her feet and showed her to the bathroom where she could clean up and get dressed. Darlene gathered her clothes and locked herself
into the bathroom.
When she looked at herself in the
mirror, she gasped. Her makeup was smeared
all over her face and her eyes were puffy from crying.
Her beautiful red hair was matted on one side. Sighing, she began to run the hot water to clean
the sins from her. What she really wanted was
a hot soak in the tub, but that would have to wait. For
now, she just wanted to look somewhat presentable so she could get home.
Sometime later she emerged from the
bathroom and found him sitting by the window fully dressed.
For a moment, she didnt think he sensed her there and she able to take
him all in. He had on faded blue jeans and a
loose shirt. On his feet were running shoes. His face was moody and pensive as he gazed out
into the garden.
She cleared her throat and he turned
to look at her. Within an instant the mask
went up and his face was unreadable.
My limo is outside. Just tell my driver where you live, hell
take you home.
She opened her mouth to say something
and found she could not. Her eyes searched
for some clue, some sign of what he was feeling from their encounter, but there was none. Just a big emptiness. Her shoulders slumped and she turned on her heel
to go downstairs and out of that place.
Darlene spent the next day in a total
daze. Her ass throbbed whenever she sat down
too long, even in a hot tub. She avoided the
phone in her flat like the plague.
Everything she had ever dreamed about
was shattered by that one night. She chided
herself over and over for being so stupid and naïve.
Who was she to think that a sexual encounter with someone like him would be
a dreamy romantic night? He had used her,
just as she had used him in her fantasies.
She shifted on her bed as the rain
came down in sheets.
But she kept reliving the night over
and over right up to that fatal kiss. Up
until then it had been perfect. He absolutely
spellbound her and, unfortunately, she had fell for it.
She sighed and thought about his
hands and his lips and his tongue
Fuck! she yelled and got
up. Why?
Indeed that was the question that
stayed with her for the next few days until the rage and hurt began to fade into a feeling
on emptiness and longing. Then even that
faded to just a dull ache deep down inside.
Several weeks went by and she started to go
out again, carefully avoiding her little hideaway bar and most of the all the Garden
District. Although she vaguely remembered
where he lived, she had no intention of going near the place.
The worst thing was that she
couldnt tell her friends about it. First,
she doubted anyone would believe her, especially that bitch Julie. And second, if they did, theyd urge her to
report him or something.
Instead she endured another type of
pain as they told her over and over again, in detail, about the show that night and how
great he was. Every great song was played,
there was much dancing and pushing and fighting. On
and on it went. She bit her lip until it was
practically bleeding as they described how sexy he was.
If only they knew.
Finally after hearing about it for
the millionth time, she got up and left the bar. All
she wanted to do was to curl up at home in the dark and watch some mind-numbing TV. Her body was back to normal and she was horny
again, but all that was going to happen was maybe a little masturbation to get her off.
She walked through the streets with
those thoughts and tried to get away from the crowds.
Mardi Gras was coming soon and she dreaded the thought. In fact, she was thinking of getting away from
town for a few days, just so she didnt have to deal with it. All in all, it was pretty disgusting.
When she turned the last corner to
her street, she breathed in the night air and was thankful for the quietness at last. She had a small flat in the part of the Quarter
that was unscathed by tourists. She was a
hairdresser and a waitress and that made just enough money to afford her own place.
As she got closer to her flat, she
noticed a very nice and very expensive car parked by the curb. She never owned a car and couldnt tell what
kind it was, but suddenly she had a feeling who the owner was.
Her stomach tightened up as she saw
the figure dressed in black sitting on her steps. When
he saw her, he stood up and waited for her to come up the walkway.
She slowly approached her gate and
swung the wrought iron open. The air was
completely still as she faced him.
Darlene
he said
very softly.
What are you doing here?
she asked in a louder voice.
I I had to see you.
She shook her head. I cant see why you would. Unless you want to fuck me in the ass again.
She stood only feet away from him and
her whole body trembled as she said that. Suddenly
the rage was back.
His hands clenched by his side and he
sighed deeply.
Im so sorry fuck,
I dont know what happened
Well I do, and you should
consider yourself lucky I didnt tell anyone, she said defiantly.
She couldnt see his face well,
but she definitely saw him flinch.
You-you didnt tell
anyone?
No, she sighed. I couldnt. I doubt anyone would believe me anyways.
She heard him let out a sigh. Prick, she thought, thats all he wanted to
know.
I dont blame you if you
did, he said.
Suddenly she could feel her anger
begin to ebb. He was standing before her. Just a few feet separated her from that body. Whatever had happened that night, she
couldnt forget the burning feeling of his lips on hers. She shook it off.
I have to go in now, she
said simply.
No
please
let me make
it up to you.
She frowned in the darkness. She definitely wasnt expecting that.
How? she asked.
Well go out to dinner. I know a great restaurant-
Theres only like a
million of those in New Orleans, she laughed, but her laugh was short and harsh.
No, really. Its cozy and stuff.
Stuff?
He laughed and she practically
melted. He sensed that and lowered his voice.
Please, Darlene. Say yes.
Uhhh
ok, she heard herself
say. But I have to change first.
No, no
you look fine. Look at me I never dress up.
She did look at him and that was the
problem. Would she make the same mistake
twice?
He drove them to a restaurant that she had
only read about but could never afford. It
was obvious that he knew the owner because they got right in and had a quiet, secluded
booth in the back. They settled in and there
was a silence.
Um
I feel like shit,
he said at last. I fucked up big
time.
She sat perfectly still and looked at
him with his head lowered.
Please, lets not talk
about it now, she said quietly.
He looked up at her with large eyes
and they looked greener than before.
Ok, youre right. Later.
He let out a big sigh and looked for
the waiter.
Darlene gradually began to relax as
they drank and ate and talked. He talked in a
hesitant voice but he smiled more. His boyish
looks showed with each smile and sometimes he was even a bit goofy. Other times he seemed shy. He started to talk about the tour on their second
drink. He drank beer and she had vodka
tonics.
Yeah, its a total freak
show. Both on the stage and off. Fuck, these guys who tour with me are nuts!
He laughed again and looked at her.
I guess you know about the
fans, he said.
Oh yeah, Im one of them
remember? And there are some really scary
ones out there.
But not you.
But not me, she grinned.
He got quiet for a second and got
serious.
Sometimes it was tough, I mean
really fucking tough. The travel, the stress,
everything. After every show I would just be
so drained. Not too mention cut up and
bruised.
He laughed slightly at this and
started to play with the label on his beer. Darlene
listened, soaking it all in.
Everyone wants a piece of you,
ya know? he asked, running his hand through his hair.
I understand, she said
softly. They were treading dangerous water
again getting back to that night
He let out a long sigh and took a
drink from his beer.
Ok, he said, looking up
at her. Enough of that shit. What about you?
Me? she laughed. What do you want to know?
Um, do you have a boyfriend or
something?
She blushed a furious red color at
that question.
Oh shit, was that a bad
question to ask? I mean-
No I, ah, dont have a
boyfriend right now.
That implied something and she was
worried about that night again.
Im really fucking this up
again, arent I? he said.
She shook her head and red curls went
everywhere.
He smiled at her, taking in the sight
before him. He thought that maybe he should
cool it a little. Not get heavy about
anything. But they had done all the small
talk before. That night. In his sitting room. With the Absinthe. He shuddered when he thought of what had happened
after she left. It took a few days to get the
stink of Absinthe out of that room.
He suddenly looked up and realized
she was asking him a question.
Do you still have your
dogs? she repeated when she saw that was thinking about something that was obviously
bothering him.
Oh yeah, I do. They werent there when you, um
they
were at a friends.
Oh, she said and then by
some small miracle the food arrived and they were saved from further uncomfortable
conversation.
As they ate, he asked her about
different foods in New Orleans. She was glad
for the distraction and told him about the local specialties. It was something she knew and was good at.
Ive been here a few
years, but I havent nailed everything down yet.
Explain gumbo again?
She laughed and he smiled at her. Again, an almost boyish charm showed on his face. Not the seriousness she had seen many, many times
in videos. This wasnt his
public face.
Well, let me
explain
Dinner ended and they left the restaurant
feeling a little more at ease with each other. That
is, until the valet brought the car around. When
she slid in the leather seat and they sped off, she sensed he was about to ask something. There was no music on in the car. The only sound was the swishing sound of the rain
beneath the tires. She realized they were
headed to the Garden District.
Darlene, he began
quietly. Please
please come back
to my house. I swear it will be
different.
She took a deep breath, held it and
let it out.
Im not sure
it was
very traumatic for me
Fuck. I know it was, believe me. I want to make it up to you. He slid his hand over hers. Please
His voice almost broke when he said
that and she knew he was sincere then.
Ok. I will.
His hand squeezed hers and he thanked
her.
Walking back into the sprawling house
this time, she felt a bit more hesitant and less in awe of everything. The dogs were all over him and then cautiously
sniffing her out. She laughed and began to
touch them, not being afraid of dogs at all. He
was immediately at ease with them and it made her feel better.
He played with them for a while and
sent them on to yet another part of the house. It
was much bigger than she originally thought. Music
came on, but it was different. She noticed it
was the Cure.
She followed down a hallway to a
small, cozy room that was a library of some sorts. There
was a big comfy leather couch and one wall was lined with books. It was much more manly than the red sitting room,
but she instantly liked it and felt at ease there. He
brought two beers with him and they settled on the couch.
Darlene took a long drink from hers
and leaned back against the softness of the couch. This
time her head was much clearer and she was in tune with her body. It was sending mixed signals of caution and
desire. He sat near her and let out a long,
deep sigh.
Ok, now we should talk. I just have to get this out, he started. Again, I apologize for what happened that
night. I was so fucking drained from the show
and the touring thing. It had been forever
since I had sex and
shit, I dont know
She said nothing.
I only wanted to take something
that night and you were it. He sighed
again. That was so obviously wrong. You didnt deserve any of it.
After you left, I spent a lot
of days in isolation. I just spent time
getting used to being home again and taking care of business, but I kept thinking about
you. I could have been the typical guy, been
a prick and forget about you and shit, but I couldnt.
He stopped and put his beer down.
What I did has no excuse
really. But if you want to go ahead and hit
me, Id totally fucking understand.
She looked at him now. What? Hit you? What are you fucking nuts? she cried.
No. Im not.
He slid off the couch and got on his
knees in front of her. He raised his head and
his hair fell away exposing his long sideburns. His
eyes were wide and for once his emotions were laid bare to her.
I-I...cant do that,
she said.
His eyes pleaded with her.
I forgive you, she said
quietly.
He let out a small sob and pushed his
head against her knees. She felt his arms go
around her legs and was literally stunned by this display.
He held on to her tightly and her hands tentatively began to stroke his
hair.
Darlene sat there and tried to
comprehend his actions but it was just too bizarre. She
continued to stroke his hair and sighed as the thick, silky strands glided over her
fingers. When she pushed all the hair from
his face, he pulled away and looked up at her.
I still want you, he
whispered. But not like the time
before
youre beautiful, Darlene, and you should be worshipped.
He slowly got to his feet and then
leaned over her. She tilted her head up to
meet his lips and he pressed them home. This
time was different. The kiss was hungry, but
almost respectful. Darlene began to soften
and her hands went up to encircle his back. And
this time he let her. She felt the hunger too
and pulled him closer to her. Her mouth
opened and he eagerly slipped in.
His hands were stroking her long red locks
and her shoulders. She purred against his
mouth and began to rub her leg against his hard thigh.
When at last he broke the kiss, it
was only to suggest they go upstairs.
Are you ok with that? he
asked softly.
She nodded and stood up with him. He took in her beauty and pulled her to him again
for another deep kiss. She felt her knees
getting wobbly and clung to him.
This time will be better. It will be different, he whispered. You shine in a world full of ugliness. You matter when everything is meaningless.
He led her up the dark stairs to the
bedroom at the end of the hallway. She
stiffened slightly when she saw the bed. Arms
went around her and she relaxed.
Let me undress you, he
said softly in her ear. Lay on the
bed.
She moved over to the bed and laid
back on it. Her breasts rose and lowered as
she took deep breaths to calm herself. Another
Cure disc came on and surrounded them with soft, gentle sounds. She looked up at him and he began to undress for
her.
As he pulled off his t-shirt, she
realized that she didnt really get a good look at his body before. Most of the time she was on her stomach and he was
behind her. She shuddered a little and put it
behind her, turning her focus to him now.
His chest was smooth and hard. His arms were tight and muscular, but not too. She noticed several healed cuts on them. When he unbuckled his jeans and slid them off with
his boxers, she saw his semi-hard cock hanging there and licked her lips. His thighs looked hard and powerful. Again, she noticed more healed cuts on his legs. No doubt from his on-stage antics.
Standing naked above her, he rubbed
his cock a bit and sighed.
He eased his body down on the soft
sheets next to her and began to slowly unbutton her shirt.
She trembled under his touch as each button was plucked and more of her body
was exposed to him. It was if it was the
first time he was seeing her naked and it excited her.
Already she could feel herself getting wet.
When the shirt was open, he simply
pushed up her bra. Her white breasts spilled
out and he gasped at her hard, pink nipples.
Oh god, theyre
lovely, he said as he lowered his head to take one into his mouth.
Darlene groaned as his mouth closed
around her most sensitive area. His mouth was
eager and hungry as he licked and sucked the flesh into hard little nubs. She was vaguely aware of his hand sliding down her
hard, smooth stomach to the waistband of her jeans. Her
arms were splayed out to her sides as he began to have his way with her, but she was
willing to do that for him. In fact, she
wanted more.
Oh sweetie
she
started, but couldnt continue as he slid his hand inside her jeans. She spread her legs open wide for him. His hand pushed lower underneath her panties and
brushed against her soft, red pubic hairs. A
finger flicked and her pussy opened to him.
Mmmmmm, baby, youre
wet, he murmured as he bent his head to her other nipple.
She gasped and writhed under his
expert touch. He pulled his hand out of her
jeans and plucked the button open and eased the zipper down. She helped him get the jeans and panties off in a
quick flurry of movement and suddenly her warm, soft mound was bare to him.
Little time was wasted as he brought
his hand to her wet center and began to slowly stroke.
His mouth was at her breasts, nursing her nipples hungrily and his other
hand was brushing her hair.
Ohhhhh
that feels
wonderful
she moaned.
Mmmmm, you deserve it, my
sweet.
His finger found her clit and he
rubbed it lightly. Darlenes whole body
tensed from the slight pressure he applied.
At last he pulled away and let her
remove her shirt and bra. As he gazed down at
her naked form on his bed, his cock twitched. He
wanted her so very badly now, but he promised her and himself that she would be
worshipped. And that was what he was going to
do right now.
He moved around to kneel between her
legs. Using each hand, he gently spread them
apart to gaze at her pussy lips. They were
glistening with wetness and he grinned as she was slowly opening up to him. Bending his head, he brought his tongue down to
begin to lick the sweetness there. As soon
as he touched her, she cried out.
He smiled as his tongue began to
probe and tease her lips apart. Her lips were
so smooth and puffy as he licked and sucked them into his mouth. And her moans turned him on immensely. He brought his tongue up a little and found her
clit poking out from under its little hood. Slowly,
he encircled it once, twice, three times. Each
time brought little gasps and pants from her.
You like this dont
you? he asked.
Oh yes
I fucking love
it, she gasped.
Tell me.
She swallowed.
I love the way you eat me. I love the feel of your tongue on my clit.
Mmmmmmm was all he said
as he brought two fingers up to her opening.
As his tongue sucked her clit into
his mouth, his fingers pushed inside her hole. Darlene
tensed for an instant then relaxed. He felt
her pussy open up for him and gently close around his fingers. She was incredibly wet now and he sucked the
juices oozing from her slit.
He got into a little rhythm with her - sucking her clit and finger fucking her hole. She moaned and gasped and writhed in ecstasy as he
continued. Slowly he increased the speed and
she found herself clutching the sheets around her.
Ohhhh! Ohhhh! I
Im gonna cum soon!
That only increased the speed of his
assault and soon she was practically screaming.
Oh
god
..yessssssss
.Im cumming!!!
Yeah, thats it
baby
cum all over my fingers, he urged.
That was it. She screamed and thrashed under his face and came
very, very hard. Her juices coated his face
as she finally released all the frustration and desire of the last few weeks.
When he pulled his fingers out, they
were coated with cum. He brought them up to
her open mouth and pushed them inside.
Taste yourself. See what Ive been enjoying.
She sucked her own juices off his
fingers and moaned softly. Her body had been
wracked by the orgasm, but he was continuing to turn her on with his actions.
He eased himself next to her and gently
stroked her side as she came down from the incredible high she had just experienced.
You were lovely, he
whispered in her ear. He shifted his body and
she felt heat radiating from him. Never was
she so aware of his presence as she was now. He
moved again and his cock pressed against her leg.
I want you to do something for
me now, he said.
What?
I want to tie you up and fuck
you.
Her eyes opened wide and she tried to
sit up.
Are you out of your fucking
mind? she said, her voice rising.
He smiled at her and put his arms
around her.
No, no
not like that. I told you, it would be different.
She looked at him like he was crazy.
Darlene
my
sweet
youll really like this. I
promise. Please, trust me. If you dont like anything about it, then
you can just go.
He looked deep into her eyes and his
face was completely open to her again.
How
how are you going to
tie me?
On your back, arms and legs
spread and tied. Youll love it, I
swear. The last thing I want to do is hurt
you.
She sighed deeply.
Is everything give and take
with you? she asked.
Yes, he answered simply.
Alright then. Do what you have to do.
His hand went under her chin and he
lifted her face to his.
I dont have to do this. I want to do this.
Always remember that.
He slid off the bed and went into the
big closet again. She wondered what the hell
he had in there. When he returned, he had
four long velvet ropes.
Lie on your back and let me
bind you.
She eased back in the middle of the
bed. He placed a pillow under her head and
began to bind her wrists with the ropes. Each
rope then went around the bedpost. He did the
same thing to her legs.
Darlene laid there on his bed fully
open, exposed and helpless to him. In her
mind she couldnt believe what was happening. This
was definitely something she never fantasized about.
He knelt between her legs and she was
suddenly aware of his cock. It was going to
enter her and it would be different. Somehow
she knew that this time.
He moved his entire body so that he
was practically straddling her face. His cock
brushed her face and she moved her tongue out to lick it.
But he pulled it up and away from her and pushed his balls against her full
lips.
Lick my balls, he
breathed. Suck them into your
mouth.
She opened her mouth to take one of
his balls into her mouth and when she began to suck, he let out a long, low moan. She continued to stroke his sac with her tongue
over and over, coating it with her saliva. He
moved slightly and she started on the other one. As
she sucked harder and harder, he moaned louder.
At last he stopped and moved away. She looked at his cock and it was standing
straight up. When she looked at his face, it
was flushed and he was breathing heavy.
Oh god
that was fucking
great, he panted.
He lowered his body over hers and
began to lick her breasts. His hands went
around each one and began to squeeze her firm flesh.
She groaned and squirmed beneath him but he didnt let up for a second. Moving from nipple to nipple he licked and then
gently bit the hard nubs. She cried out in
pure pleasure and urged him on.
When he pushed her breasts together
and started to lick between them, she begged him to fuck her.
He stopped and looked at her.
You want me? he asked.
Yes, oh yes, she wailed. Fuck meeeeeee. Please.
He went back to sucking her breasts.
How bad to you want it?
he said between licks.
She was moving her pelvis obscenely
now thrusting and grinding it upwards, trying to search out his cock. Her ass rubbed against the sheets.
I want you so bad
fuck me,
baby. Fuck me hard!
Her face was very flushed and her
eyes were glazed over with lust. This was the
moment he had dreamed about. He brought his
cock to her wet entrance and in one long, brutal thrust he was inside.
Oh MY GOD! she screamed.
He grunted as her warm pussy walls
totally engulfed his throbbing cock. She was
still very wet and he wanted to explode right then as he began to fuck her.
Oh yeah
youre so
wet. I love how it feels around my
cock, he breathed into her ear.
His body was over hers and she so
very desperately wanted to put her arms around him and run her nails up and down his back,
but she was bound and helpless beneath him. Instead
she looked up at his face and saw lust all over it.
But this time there was no pain.
He lowered his head and began to kiss
her deeply as his cock slowly slid in and out of her moist, wet hole. She moaned and cried into his mouth and urged him
to go harder, deeper, faster.
He raised himself up with his arms
and she saw the muscles bulge out. She sighed
and he began to pump her harder. Every inch
of his cock filled her and it was delicious and she wanted more.
Mmmm
fuck me, oh fuck me
baby, she pleaded.
He obeyed her wishes and began to
brutally take her. Each hard thrust made her
tits shake and her mouth hang open in ecstasy.
Yeah
I wanna fuck you all
night, he moaned. I wanna cum in
you and on you.
Oh god, yeah do it. Push that cock in me and cummmmmm.
That was all he needed now. His thrusts were long and hard and very deep and
when she looked up his face again, it was contorted into a mask of pain and longing.
Ughhhhhhhh
oh
yessssssssss
He threw his head back and screamed
and howled as he came in one long thrust. Darlene
moaned as his cum began to fill her and she came along with him. The ropes cut into her ankles and wrists as she
thrashed beneath his body and the orgasm took her over the edge.
When
he untied her, the ropes left red marks. He
remarked that she had really strained against them and she blushed. They lay next to each other under the sheets,
bodies just touching but nothing else. Darlene,
feeling content, slowly felt herself drift off to sleep.
She awoke that morning feel very refreshed. The satin sheets caressed her naked body and for a
while enjoyed the luxurious feeling. Then she
rolled over and remembered she wasnt alone.
She almost screamed when she saw him
sleeping there it had been so long since she had slept with someone. Then she calmed down and watched him. He was still in a deep sleep.
Her eyes wandered over his body as he
lay there on this back. His soft breathing
was slow and steady and his face was slack. The
sheets had shifted away from his body and only covered his lower half. She gazed at his smooth, hard chest as it rose and
fell and wondered how the heck she got this far. What
she had done that night was the envy of everyone she knew, even some of her male friends. It was the most unbelievable experience of her
young life.
Slowly, she moved her hand to touch
those muscular arms. As her fingers softly
stroked his smooth skin, his breathing changed a little but he didnt stir. She sighed, as at last she was able to touch him
the way she wanted. Her hand flattened and
pressed against his biceps and she marveled at their hardness. Feeling bold, she wanted to experience more of
that hardness.
Easing the sheet off of him was easy. He moved a little but didnt wake. She was amazed at how sound he slept. She inched it slowly down and away from his body
until his cock was in full view. A slow smile
crept across her face when she saw that he was semi-hard.
Darlene moved so that she was nearer
to him and very cautiously she took him into her hand.
Her warm fingers wrapped around his cock and squeezed gently. He let out a soft sigh, so she decided to
continue. Lowering her head, she took him
into her mouth and began to suck. This time
the sigh became a soft moan and his eyelids fluttered open.
He looked at her red hair as it fell
away from her face and tickled his legs. His
cock was engulfed by her wet mouth and was growing by the second. It was a wonderful way to wake up, he thought as
he lay there.
Her mouth did wonders to fully arouse him,
but she needed more. Her own body was aroused
as well. A tingling feeling spread in her
pussy and she could feel the wetness seep between her lips.
Her mouth left his cock and she rose up on her knees.
I wanna ride you, baby,
she breathed.
Then do it, he grinned.
She straddled his body and guided his
cock to her warm pussy. Slowly, she rubbed
her moist lips against the swelling head, teasing him a bit. He groaned softly and stroked her thighs.
Let me get inside you, he
said softly.
She opened her legs wider and eased
herself down on his rigid cock. A soft gasp
escaped her mouth as she lowered herself all the way down.
She leaned over him and pushed her soft breasts at him.
Stroke my
nipples
pleeeease.
He reached up and began to tease her
nipples as she rocked back and forth on his cock.
Oh my god
she
moaned. That feels so fucking
good.
Darlene rode his cock, eyes shut. His fingers pinched and pulled her nipples and
she thought she would explode, but she wanted this to last.
Play with your clit, he
urged.
Her fingers pushed down in between
them and began to rub her hard little clit.
Ohhhhh
fuck, she
panted.
Each stroke of her nub sent
vibrations through her body all the way to her puffy nipples. She felt his hands slide to her ass where they
squeezed her cheeks hard.
Youre so wet, darling, he
moaned.
Yessss
I am.
She smiled down at him before tossing
her head back. Red hair flew everywhere as
she rode his sweet cock closer to orgasm. When
she looked back down on him, desire and lust were written all over his face. Seeing him like that brought her that much closer
to the brink.
I wanna cum, baby, she
said.
The do it
flow all over my
cock
Her pushed her fingers hard against
her clit and locked her eyes to his. His cock
was sliding in and out of her cunt making squooshing noises.
Oh
oh
ohhhhhhhhhhhhh,
she cried and then her orgasm took her hard, bringing her over the edge.
Oh yeahhhh, cum baby, he
urged.
Darlene stopped moving and just let
her fingers prolong her orgasm until she was weak with pleasure. At that moment she looked at him and he exploded
in her pussy without a sound.
Yeahhhh, she said, watching
him.
His face contorted as he came very
hard inside her. She leaned down to kiss him
hard on the mouth and they rocked together for a while, coming down from the incredible
high. Finally, she slid off his cock and lay
next to him. His arms went around her and
pulled her close.
At last their breathing returned to
normal and she whispered to him: Thank you
Trent
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