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Registration Date: 06-27-2006
Posts: 179
Mistress Or Master Or Slave: Slave
Level: 37 [?]
Experience: 1,203,599
Next Level: 1,209,937
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Groupies: The term is well known in the rock and roll world.
Definition: Cheap sluts will fuck or blow anyone in the rock band or associated with the rock bang to get the main attraction, or the star of the group.
Definition of Star: ME.
I am a well-known guitar player for a majorly famous rock band from England. Considered provocative in my lyrics and the way I perform on stage, as well as off stage. Have I ever been in love? naw... who needs it? There are millions of girls waiting and wanting just to get with a rocker. That is my job. Fuck them all make them happy. So hard to decide sometimes which ones I want. Firm little tits, or big soft ones, tight little asses, or larger rounder soft bums. I like women, all shapes all sizes. They all offer pleasure unbounded when treated right.
My favorite, the young one between the age 17 and 24, with their firm tight little bodies and their sweet scent, their soft hair, usually in the latest styles, and their sexy open to anything attitudes. Could fuck and eat all day in a room full of them. Rock and roll heaven. I like to eat pussy. I like to watch a sweet young thing's face as she experiences it for the first time, or the first man who really knows how to do it and do it right. My tongue ring gliding over her, tickling her in places she never dreamed of being kissed. I like them to be so excited so wet and juicy, love the taste of them, sweet salty, musky, taste of pure female. I see a sexy woman on the street, regardless if she is thirty or sixteen, I think instantly what it would be like to eat her. They sense that sexual appetite in my eyes and I know it in their blush, the telltale smile, and the trembling of their hands or lips. It's too easy really sometimes. I am not freakish looking rockers, fairly normal in appearance really, mostly. I tend to spike up my dark hair in a punkish way reminiscent of the 80s bands, the glam rockers, like the Cure etc. My eyes a deep hazel greenish brown, contrast with my fark hair when it's dyed to near black. My clothes always classic, yet cool. Leather, silk and fine fabrics, if you can do it, why not?
I set out to pick up a girl, just any girl. It was a weekend. Spending some time in the States, with plenty of time to kill, no shows, dressed down to avoid recognition. I set out to the malls. Perfect place to find young female bodies.
I was extremely horny hadn't been lucky for a few days at least. I walked the main mall of the city, watching for girls on the prowl. Went into a music shop, where girls usually frequent to see what kind of guys they can meet. Nothing of interest. One girl with black eye make up, a chin spike and dyed orange hair. Not to my taste particularly. No matter how I did myself up for shows, I preferred my girls to look normal.
Getting bored, I head for the food courts to get a bite. I grab a mean deal at a taco stand and sit at a table where I can see all the main action of the mall. A group of brothers in their gang get up strolling along making a lot of noise, and making alot of people rather nervous passes and I have to laugh at their antics, they don't realize how almost comical they seem, in stereotyping themselves. Then I see her. She is walking along, minding her own business, looking in the shop windows as she passes them. Her long pale blonde hair swing gently with her step. She has long slender legs and is wearing a pair of well fitting faded blue jeans, with a pair of brown leather boots. She has a tight clingy blouse on, with the sleeves hitting her mid forearm, showing off her slender wrist. The colored stripes on her top accentuate her full young breasts and I feel a stirring in my groin. Imagining these legs wrapped around me, my face buried in between them, in soft blonde downy hair. As if she senses she is being watched she turns and looks in my general direction but then continues on walking.
I leave my food and follow carefully not to look like I am stalking her or anything. She goes into a shop that advertises as a "Vision of Nature". One of the all spiritual all nature type stores where you can buy incense, and candles and oils, and cds that spout the music of the Celts like Enya etc. New age they call it. I follow. She is looking over some candles in the back. I know a little about candles myself, and head that direction. I like certain scents for certain moods, and I was in a mood. I acted like I didn't notice her, reached across in front of her causally saying a polite 'excuse me' as I did so, then my hand brushed against hers as we both reached for the same ocean mist scented candles. She looked up at me and her blue eyes were smiling. I felt near out of breath suddenly. "Sorry," I whispered unable to say much else.
"No trouble," She smiled, "They are my favorite too."
"Really?" I said finding myself again. "What do you use them for? I mean when do you burn them?"
She blushed prettily, "During a hot steamy bubble bath, in the bathroom. It is really very relaxing." She looked down her blushing going all down her neck. So she wasn't immune to me after all....
"I like that thought," I said flirtatiously.
She just smiled. I reached over and grabbed a vanilla scented candle. "This one is great too but I won't tell you what it reminds me of."
Hooked by curiosity she asked, "oh? Now you have to tell me."
"You sure you want to know?" I asked, grinning.
"Yes, your accent and your comment together have me curious." She was a little bolder than I had thought.
"Well, I like to burn vanilla when I am making love to a woman, the scent mingles with that of her, and its a diving experience."
She turned pink, lovely pink, and her breath quickened. "I bet it is" she whispered.
"Shall I buy some?" I asked flirtily, invitingly.
She nodded, I was in.
I asked her her name as I paid for some ocean mist and vanilla candles, a bubble bath after lovemaking, what could be better?
"Heather." she said.
She looked like a Heather.
I smiled, "well Heather, would you like to get a cup of coffee? or a drink? or anything?"
"Just some vanilla candles," she breathed.
I didn't have a car, having taken the bus in from my hotel room. So we took her car, a little red volvo her daddy had bought her as a graduation gift from High school last year. Hmm. I did the math, she was no more than 18 or 19, perfectly ripe.
We went to her flat, her roommate was away for the weekend, just perfectly timed. She offered me a soda, I declined. I approached her. She seemed nervous suddenly. "I have never done anything like this before..." she started. I realized she was afraid suddenly. I took her hands and palm up kissed them, sending a shiver over her. "Shh, don't be scared. I won't do a thing you don't want me to," I said.
I kissed up her arm to where her sleeve ended. Then looked at her face, her eyes were closed as she drank in the sensations of my lips on her skin. I caressed her cheek, and bent forward holding her face with my hand and her hand in my other hand, I kissed her slow and exploringly, deeply, feeling her sink against me, responding to my kiss, opening her mouth to me, moaning in the back of her throat.
She swayed as if a little dizzy and I held her against me continuing to kiss her, nibbling on her bottom lip, sucking on it, sucking on her soft tongue that tasted of the minty gum she had been chewing in the car. I followed her to the bedroom that was hers and she watched as I whisked all her stuffed animals and toys of childhood onto the far side of the bed onto the floor, and then pulled back all the covers at once. I stood her in front of the bed and slowly pulled off her top. She shivered.
I sighed at the sight of her full round soft breasts with their pink tips peaking at me through pristine lacey bra. I unclasped it and they filled my hands up as I fondled them and caressed them, feeling her breath quicken and she had her eyes closed. No one had ever touched her quite like this I could tell. I pinched her nipples tuffing them in my fingers making her gasp, and then took them in m mouth one at a time licking circles around the nipples, feeling how soft and supple they felt. Sucked at them softly then hard, nibbling, sucking on her fleshy tits, leaving marks, but not caring eager to devour her.
She had her head tilted back and her breasts thrust forward, I continued my explorations hearing her panting with desire, her breasts getting pink and rosy, swollen from my handling, my mouth. I laid her back on the her bed, following the line of her abdomen down to her navel, licking sucking feeling her squirm. I unfastened her jeans and tugged them down slowly pulling off her boots too. I licked a trail down her legs to her ankles and back up to suck on the backs of her knees, hearing her gasp and she clutches the sheet with her hands. I lick up her thighs caressing her along the edge of her panties, a pale of blue silk pair with a telltale patch of darker wet material, saying how excited she was.
I could smell it, smell her arousal and it drove me onward. I ripped them off making her yelp with pleasure and a little fear, a little fear goes a long way in sex, just so long as it isn't made real. I drank her in with my eyes, her nakedness, her heaving full sweet breasts, her soft blonde pubics glistening with her juice. I spread her legs fully and looked at her soft pink pussy. My mouth watered, my groin ached. I bent and kissed her fully, sucking on her and in an instant she arched against me crying out. I licked her up and down, sucking on her clit, twirling it round and round sliding my tongue ball over it making her squirm and squirm, sucked on her sweet juices, then as she got close I stopped.
"Forgot something" I said and went to get the candles. I lit them and placed them around the room as she watched. Then I undressed for her and she reached out to touch me, her eyes hungry, her mouth dry, she licked her lips. She wanted to taste, to touch but I pushed her back and made ready for my own meal first.
Soon the scent of her was mingled with the scent of vanilla, I sucked and licked and ate, bringing her to the edge repeatedly, but never quite letting her go over. Pleasurable tortured. I slid my tongue inside her, fucked her vigorously with it sure she could feel the silver ball sliding along her secret spot inside and as she arched and moaned I knew I was right.
I could feel her tensing and slipped it out again licking down, down to her sweet ass, soaked in her dripping juice. I licked it all off her, tickled her there, making her gasp in shock and exquisite pleasure. I continued sucking and licking, sliding my tongue in her ass and her pussy, making her scream and moan with it, but not giving her her final release yet. She was a trembling mess, shaking and gasping.
Then I moved up and sucked on her tits again, roughly and then her mouth. As our mouths met I realize her hunger, her desire, she bit down hard on my bottom lip, the pain an exquisite pleasure at once, and sucked hard at my tongue. Her nails dug in my ass as she squeezed and tried to force me to come inside her. I held back. She kissed and nibbled, biting and sucking down my neck, down my chest til she got to the place she hungered for. She took it roughly, sliding her hand over my shaft, she tugged and sucked, licked and nibbled, up and down the shaft, making me see stars.
She sucked on my balls, rolling them over her tongue, sliding her tongue to my own ass and sending me through the roof, nibbling at my balls at the back of them, then at the front, at the base of my shaft, binding then biting harder enough to not bring too much pain but a jolt of sheer pleasure and I cried out despite myself.
She seemed to come alive at my cry. She sucked harder, moving her mouth over me, up and down, taking me further in her mouth each time. It was beginning to become difficult to hold back. All I could feel was her hands her mouth and her tongue all over me at once, my whole being centered between my legs. She took me down her throat and swallowed vigorously, and I knew I would lose it if she didn't stop. I cried out for her to stop and pulled her off me by force.
We lay there panting together for a minute. I feeling my cock throbbing so close to explosion, trying to get it under control, even a single touch and I knew it would just explode. I finally got it under control and then turned her over on her tummy and kissed my way down to her ass, licking and sucking at her ass and pussy again working her up getting her wild.
I slid a finger inside her ass and she let out a loud screech of pleasure. I grinned and began to fuck her with my finger in her ass. Two now, then three, deeply, lubed up with her own juice watching her squirm in front of me. Then as she got close again, I pulled them out and holding her ass up in the air, slid my cock deep inside her hot pussy. She groaned as I slid inside and I could feel her squeeze me. She started to rock her hips and reached under herself to stroke her clit, as I held onto her hips and rocked her, thrusting deep and hard into her.
She was tight like a hot silk glove, and I closed my eyes as we rocked together, meeting in rhythm. I felt her beginning to cum. She clamped herself around me and I couldn't move, it was like a vise grip on me. I felt my cock being squeezed hard inside her, and I gasped, as I felt ready to explode. She screamed and cried out with her orgasm and she kept stroking, kept it going and going, and I thought she would squeeze the very life out of me. I felt my own climax come and it blinded me and soon I heard my own animalistic cries of pleasure and grunts as I filled her up with all I had.
We lay in silence. the scent of vanilla in the air. She reached over and wrapped her arms around me. She kissed my neck. "How about a bubble bath?" I asked ready for more.
Another weekend, another city... bored and time to look for some fun... I head for the mall..........
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