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Registration Date: 06-27-2006
Posts: 179
Mistress Or Master Or Slave: Slave
Level: 37 [?]
Experience: 1,203,577
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Most people only dream of meeting their idols, their favourite rock stars, or actors and actresses. We all have these idols, one or two entertainers that strike our fancy for some reason or other: the way they look, dress, talk, or sing. Something in them strikes a chord inside us and we want to be them, want to be near them, be like them and be noticed by them. In my case it was just a strong desire to do her, to have her in the most carnal way I could.
I too have my "entertainment crushes". Being a "rocker" myself has its advantages on meeting others in the business too. Yet some people are even as just as out of reach as other entertainers to the general public, unless you are one of the "big guns" out there, like N'Sync or Ricky Martin, or Garth Brooks... etc. I never thought I would ever get to meet the girl that I fantasized about, the little rock and roll hottie that danced and sang her way from the mickey mouse club to the top of the pop charts in America and around the world.. I won't name her name, unnecessary... She could be any new and upcoming teenibopper pop princess, with their tight hip hugger flared jeans, crop top and belly button rings, her lips a pale frosted pink with "girly" glossy lipstick, and light make -up that makes her eyes look huge. Her blondish auburn hair wild around her face, she dances across the stage, across the screen of your television, and into the hearts and fantasies of many men and many more boys.
I had yet to become a "big rocker", and had my set fan base, enough to get me the cash to continue, a good enough fan base to warrant a small tour even. To my surprise I found myself playing the same city as my pop princess, yet still my chances of meeting her to me were slim to none. My band and I checked into our hotel and got ourselves set up for a nice long four day weekend of playing the gigs and the girls of the town. Once unpacked somewhat and relaxed after a couple of drinks I was debating heading out to see the local sights, the shops and mostly the females of the area, when my drummer came knocking on my door.
"Rocker, man you aren't fucking gonna believe this!" he said in a flushed -faced rush.
"What?" I said sarcastically making fun of his constant over excitability, "Is Elvis in the lobby?"
"No someone a whole helluv a lot better by poolside in a bikini!" Then he told me it was my pop princess idol who was lounging out poolside in a pink and white string bikini. I quickly donned swim shorts and a tee shirt and headed down to check his acuracy. As I headed to the pool I noticed the security had the pool area blocked to the general public, their star couldn't be permitted to be mauled by mere ordinary males. I figured I was not merely ordinary after all I was a fairly popular rock singer myself. I got a nod to pass in upon recognition, and to the chagrin of my bandmates I was permitted poolside. I couldn't help the smug grin on my face, as I asked the guard that my band be allowed to participate in the same pleasures of the sun and pool as me, they got the nod. We took a table poolside and she was at one end of the pool, a couple girls with her, friends or assistants, I wasn't sure. She did indeed have on a pink and white string bikini, and her breasts were barely covered. She smiled our direction and turned to talk to one of her "friends". They nodded and she smiled at me and waved. Miss Princess apparently knew who I was. To my amazement and surprise she got up and headed our direction. The guys nearly drooled on themselves watching her bounce her way over to me.
She extended her small soft hand to me in a friendly greeting. "Rocker isn't it?"
I nodded and took her hand lightly. "Yes, nice to meet you..... " Suddenly I was at a loss for words.
"Are you doing a show here?" She asked.
"Yes tomorrow night at the amphitheater." I smiled. She pushed the hair out of her face and behind one ear.
"Making a video here," She said with a shrug as if bored a bit with the idea of it. "We should get together, party some while you are here." She smiled.
I grinned, "Definitely we shall."
"How long are you here?" Her blue eyes were dancing with flirtation.
"Three nights four days." I said. "Tomorrow night is a show so that leaves tonight or Saturday night."
"Tonight would be good, if you want to get together." She smiled.
"I would like that," I said. "Meet in the lobby?"
She nodded and seemed to blush. "Around what time?"
"Eight" I said. I then took off my tee shirt and grinned. "Think I will have a swim." I got up and dove in from the side of the pool swimming down in an arc and coming back up for air. She was walking back to sit with her friends, then the three of them sat and giggled like teenagers. I realized that she was only 18 to my 25, but I didn't care. By the law and by all rights she was an adult.
I dressed to impress that evening, black trousers and dark blue silk. The evening was cool but not cold. Perfect for a stroll, perfect for a night out with a beautiful girl.
She was in the lobby promptly, arriving with only one bodyguard, and wearing a tight clingy white dress that revealed most of her legs, cut at upper thigh, and all of her shoulders, with thin straps and a low cut bodice. She was super tan and the dress showed it off nicely. Her legs looked long and I had an arousing image of them wrapped around my head, her feet were in white leather strappy sandals that made her feet look delicate and her legs sleek. 18 and looked 21, good enough.
First She managed to ditch her body guard, assured him she would be all right and she had her cell phone if she needed him. She took my arm, and catching a threatening glare from her body guard we headed out of the hotel to the rented Limo I had arranged for.
We ate at an expensive Bistro, and talked music. She told me how she listened to both my albums quite often, and how she heard I was bound to be the newest brightest star in the rock and pop world. She said the women liked my look, "my half punk, half glam, give a fuck" look. She said also I had a reputation for being a flirt, a ladie's man. I had to smile. She said I was charming. "Like a snake," I said a bit sarcastically and she laughed. "Snakes are dangerous, and women like danger." She grinned back at me. She was coming on strong.
"Do they?" I asked in between a bite of steak and a sip of wine. "Do you like snakes then?"
"Love them," She smiled. "I think snakes are erotic. Especially big ones, like boas and stuff. Dangerous and yet sensual."
I was getting aroused at the double entendres flying between us. After dinner we decided to make an appearance, get our names in the papers, at a club in town. We had people staring and papparazzi flashing their cameras as we danced.
Dancing with her was amazing. She could dance! I always prided myself on being a good dancer, yet with her I could barely keep up. I wondered if she was as energetic in the bedroom. She surprised me by laying a long lingering exploring kiss on me during one erotic dance. I could feel her body underneath the soft fabric of her barely there dress and wanted her more by the minute. She drank too much, I drank enough.
Once in the limo again and headed back to the hotel, she kissed me again, her tongue sliding easily into my mouth, her fingers in my hair. She kissed like a woman, not a girl. She kissed my face, my neck and my ears, nibbling on the earring in my left one. She was all over me at once. She had one leg over mine and between them, her hand made caressing circles over my chest and stomach, unbuttoning my shirt to slide her fingers inside and feel the hair on my chest, to play with it as her tongue played cat and mouse with mine in deeper and deeper kisses. I slid the strap off her shoulders and kissed down her neck to her shoulders. She buzzed the driver and told him to drive until told to stop. That was my cue. I slid the dress off her shoulders and down over her breasts, swollen with arousal her nipples were large and pink. I took them one at a time in my mouth, feeling her hands in my hair, hearing her breathing speed up. She gasped my name. I nibbled and sucked, closing my eyes and drowning in the sensations of her soft full breasts.
I slide my fingers over her silky thighs, up the dress and felt the lace of the thong she wore. The lace gave easily and soon my fingers were exploring her intimately, as my tongue explored her mouth and back down to her breasts. Her eyes were shiny and glassy with passion and her breathing was fast and shallow. "Rocker, please..." She begged.
I leaned back and pulled her on top of me so she was straddled me facing me. She unbuttoned my shirt and began exploring me, kissing down my chest, to the waist of my trousers. Her tongue played with my navel, while her hands rubbed the bulge in my pants. I moaned. She got on her knees in the spacious seat and unfastened the trousers and in a moment I felt her mouth on me. She was magical, her tongue licked me up and down, her fingers tickling me, her hands caressing my balls as she sucked eagerly, licking and nibbling up and down the length of me. She took me in her mouth and sucked me down her throat to the point I nearly lost control. The image of her sucking me stays with me even now.
I made her stop, not wanting to end things abruptly with an explosion of that proportion. I eased her back up on my lap and kissed her deeply then laid her back on the seat across from me. I took off her dress slowly, letting my hands explore her bronzed silky skin, caressing her all over, and then following with my tongue. She was moaning before I even got to her sweet soft pussy. I gently nuzzled her, licking her all around the edges of her, then slowly kissed her pussy deeply, sucking and sliding my tongue inside to taste how wet and juicy she was. She gasped. I licked and licked, and nibbled and sucked and watched her face as the pleasures changed her expressions. I love the expressions a woman gets when being eaten. I licked her and fucked her with my tongue until I felt her whole body trembling with the sensation of her orgasm. I slid my tongue inside to feel her squeezing around it as she came. She moaned and cried out loudly, and I was sure the driver had to have heard it despite the music we had up pretty loud. As she lay there gasping and grinning I pulled myself out of my trousers and knelt over her, teasing her pussy with my cock. She pulled at me wanting to taste my mouth. I kissed her deeply sinking my cock inside her hot tight pussy as I deepened the kiss. She wrapped her legs around me and held on tight. I felt dizzy from the sensations of her wrapped all around me. I thrust hard and fast and she wanted it harder and faster. She held on, her nails dug into my back, and she slid my trousers down so she could grasp my ass as I rode her.
"Fuck me harder Rocker," She moaned. "FUCK ME!!!!!! Fuck me like no one ever has!!!!" She begged in a near scream of pleasure. I rocked the car I was going so fast and hard, and just as I felt myself losing control, I stopped and turned her over, taking her from behind and making her moan even more. I slid it in slow and hard at the end of each thrust. She was begging for release. I let it go on and on until finally unable to take it any more I let go buried deep inside her holding her hips, her ass pressed against me. Afterwards she took my cock and sucked it back to hardness and sucked me til I exploded a second time down her throat. We made the driver stop and let us out at a different hotel and we got a room.
We spent the rest of the night and the most of the next day fucking and eating each other like sex starved lovers. She said I was the best she had ever known, and that she never would forget it. She made me promise no matter who we were with that whenever we met again we would always sneak off for a night of fucking.
"Most guys just want sex, to "make love" to me, so they can say they did me. But it's nice to meet a guy who can just "Fuck!!" She said. I was certain the tabloids would have died at the chance to hear the world's sweetheart of pop using the word fuck in the ways she had for a night and day.
I ate her and fucked her again before we headed back to face the music. She had been gone a long time without checking in and her people would be worried. The tabloids of course rolled with speculations knowing she was seen out with the "notorious" Rocker the night before she vanished and returned to her hotel too exhausted to shoot her video for another day.
Now I recall our meeting, our night together. I read in the paper today she is going to be in town next month for a show............
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