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 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 raven-haired beauty with green eyes and the palest skin
possible for such a hot and sunny climate. Her lush twenty-six year 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 wasn't. 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 Darlene's 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 only more remorse and
resentful. 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. That's 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 wasn't 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 wasn't the type of place to have a waitress.
She didn't 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 wasn't 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 didn't 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 didn't know why. She shrugged it off and started to wish she
wasn't 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 more than most nights."
Darlene's 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 I'm 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 there.
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 that only her hair could match.
Every once and a while he wanted something. He wasn't 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, 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 men's. 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 long gulps 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. He's 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. It's quiet.
There are flowers. He glides over to her and offers her a drink. She's
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. Haven't 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! Don't ask me that!
"I, ah, didn't." 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, I'm 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 couldn't." She brought her
green eyes up to focus on his. Yes, they were blue. "You're 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 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 into a smile and the moment was gone.
"I have an idea," he said, eyes flashing. "Since you weren't 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 don't live too far from here. Come and visit and I'll show you
around. You can listen to some new stuff I'm 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, let's go. This place is a little oppressive, don't 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
couldn't take the lead and ask him any questions. It was if she didn't
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 wasn't 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 funeral home and she could tell by the
layout. There was a big entranceway that leads 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.
"It's 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 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 fine 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 didn't 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 you'll like."
They went back downstairs into a small, cozy sitting room. Darlene took
a spot on the large 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 wasn't him. In fact, although the whole
house was decorated with the very best taste, she could sense it wasn't
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. It's 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 it's 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 along weakly and took another sip. This time she was
prepared so it went down a little easier.
"This stuff isn't as psychoactive as it used to be. They recently
un-banned it. I think it's great."
"Yeah, it's different, that's 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 didn't
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 it's 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 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 didn't 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 didn't
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 nowShe felt his hand touch
her cheek. His fingers were rough and calloused from playing as they
scraped the soft white flesh, but she didn't 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 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 wasn't
sure what to do then, but there actually wasn't 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 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 in your
mouth."
She opened her mouth but no words would come out. Her brain couldn't
comprehend what he was saying. It was if she was in a fog.
He placed his hand next to his bulge. It wasn't an obscene gesture at
all. Just a placement of a hand, 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 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 wouldn't 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...that's good. Suck my cock, Darlene. Take it all in and suck
it."
Her cheeks hollowed out as she 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...I'm gonna-"
And then it happened. His warm 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 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 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 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.
"You're very pretty."
Darlene felt her cheeks flush. "Thank you..."
"I love that fucking hair. It's 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 weren't 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, they're 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 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 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 wasn't 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 weren't expecting this, were you?" he asked.
She shook her head and he watched as her 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 couldn't 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...you're 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, I'll get the paddle and you'll really see what it's
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 it's gonna 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 I'm gonna take some of it back."
He pulled out of her ass a bit and pushed back in. Darlene cried out.
"Ohhh...please, don't do this to me. Whatever I did - I'm sorry..."
"You didn't 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 couldn't 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.
"I'm 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 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 and shut her eyes. At least it's 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 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 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 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 didn't 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, he'll 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 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 couldn't tell her friends about it. First,
she doubted anyone would believe her, especially that bitch Julie. And
second, if they did, they'd 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 didn't 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 couldn't 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 can't 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.
"I'm so sorry - fuck, I don't know what happened..."
"Well I do, and you should consider yourself lucky I didn't tell
anyone," she said defiantly.
She couldn't see his face well, but she definitely saw him flinch.
"You-you didn't tell anyone?"
"No," she sighed. "I couldn't. I doubt anyone would believe me
anyways."
She heard him let out a sigh. Prick, she thought, that's all he wanted
to know.
"I don't 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 couldn't 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 wasn't expecting that.
"How?" she asked.
"We'll go out to dinner. I know a great restaurant-"
"There's only like a million of those in New Orleans," she laughed, but
her laugh was short and harsh.
"No, really. It's 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, let's not talk about it now," she said quietly.
He looked up at her with large eyes and they looked greener than before.
"Ok, you're 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, it's 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, I'm 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 color at that question.
"Oh shit, was that a bad question to ask? I mean-"
"No I, ah, don't have a boyfriend right now."
That implied something and she was worried about that night again.
"I'm really fucking this up again, aren't I?" he said.
She shook her head and 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 weren't there when you, um...they were at a
friend's."
"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.
"I've been here a few years, but I haven't 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 wasn't 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.
"I'm 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 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 don't 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 didn't 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 couldn't."
He stopped and put his beer down.
"What I did has no excuse really. But if you want to go ahead and hit
me, I'd totally fucking understand."
She looked at him now. "What? Hit you? What are you fucking nuts?"
she cried.
"No. I'm 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...can't 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...you're 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 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 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 didn't 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 was open, he simply pushed up her bra. Her white spilled out and he gasped at her hard, pink nipples.
"Oh god, they're 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 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 couldn't continue as he slid his hand
inside her jeans. She spread her legs open wide for him. His hand pushed
lower underneath her and brushed against her soft, pubic hairs.
A finger flicked and her opened to him.
"Mmmmmm, baby, you're 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 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. Darlene's whole
body tensed from the slight pressure he applied.
At last he pulled away and let her remove her 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 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 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 don't 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 her clit into his mouth, his fingers pushed inside
her hole. Darlene tensed for an instant then relaxed. He felt her open up for him and gently close around his fingers. She was incredibly
wet now and he the juices oozing from her slit.
He got into a little rhythm with her - 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...I'm gonna soon!"
That only increased the speed of his assault and soon she was
practically screaming.
"Oh god........yessssssss....I'm cumming!!!"
"Yeah, that's 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 I've been enjoying."
She 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...you'll really like this. I promise. Please,
trust me. If you don't 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. You'll love it, I swear.
The last thing I want to do is you."
She sighed deeply.
"Is everything give and take with you?" she asked.
"Yes," he answered simply.
She sighed deeply.
"Alright then. Do what you have to do."
His hand went under her chin and he lifted her face to his.
"I don't 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 couldn't 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 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 didn't 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 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 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 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...you're 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 shake and her mouth hang open in ecstasy.
"Yeah...I wanna fuck you all night," he moaned. "I wanna 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 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 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 wasn't 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 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
didn't 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 didn't
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 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 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 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.
"You're so wet, darling," he moaned.
"Yessss...I am."
She smiled down at him before tossing her head back. 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 making squooshing noises.
"Oh...oh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," she cried and then her orgasm took her hard,
bringing her over the edge.
"Oh yeahhhh, 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 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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