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Speaker 1: last tortured chords of for Whom the Bell Tolls echoed
Speaker 1: through Louise's ears, Her eyes still transfixed on the powerful
Speaker 1: frame of James Hetfield on stage, swept beading across his brow,
Speaker 1: somehow highlighting his pale eyes as shadows danced around him.
Speaker 1: Something about that clear gaze seemed to bury itself deep
Speaker 1: in her chest. The way the dimming lights reflected held
Speaker 1: her vision in such an intense way, the light fading
Speaker 1: as the first chords of Fade to Black resonated to
Speaker 1: mark the end of the concert, his figure disappearing, becoming
Speaker 1: little more than a silhouette, and eventually just another shadow.
Speaker 1: Though even though she was most definitely here and had
Speaker 1: enjoyed every second of the concert, she was still in
Speaker 1: as much shock as when she had won the tickets
Speaker 1: in the auction last week. Hours she had spent thumbing them,
Speaker 1: trying to make sure they felt genuine. She was no expert,
Speaker 1: but they did feel right. Of course, getting ready this
Speaker 1: afternoon had been problematic. What do you wear to the
Speaker 1: concert of your life? She had selected all her best gens,
Speaker 1: but they seemed cheap when she thought of where she
Speaker 1: was going. Deciding this needed something special, she had pulled
Speaker 1: out what money she had in her savings account and
Speaker 1: got out and bought a new pair of leather jeans
Speaker 1: designer Torn Leather in truth, and they flattered her shapely thighs,
Speaker 1: she had to admit, but her naked skin looked so
Speaker 1: pale next to the black leather. With only hours to
Speaker 1: go before the concert started, panic set in. She couldn't
Speaker 1: believe that she hadn't bought any spray down. Desperately looking
Speaker 1: for inspirations through a closet and drawers, she eventually pulled
Speaker 1: out a pair of fishnet stockings and a bask and
Speaker 1: pondered for a moment. Slipping off the skin tight jeans,
Speaker 1: she adorned herself in the bask and rolled the stockings
Speaker 1: up her legs, clasping them to the garter straps. She
Speaker 1: looked at herself in the mirror for a moment, nodding
Speaker 1: in acknowledgment of how sexy it made her feel. This
Speaker 1: was definitely the underwear for tonight. She could only hope
Speaker 1: that the clasp did not show through the tears on
Speaker 1: the leather jeans. Slipping them back on, it did take
Speaker 1: a little time to adjust the tight leather correctly, but
Speaker 1: finally only the fishnet material showed through the holes. Slipping
Speaker 1: her hailed boots on, she looked again at herself in
Speaker 1: the mirror, Looking good, Louise, she prayed to herself. It
Speaker 1: needed something, a little more, something to say she was
Speaker 1: definitely going there for the music and not to just
Speaker 1: look damn hot. Taking a Metallica T shirt from the closet,
Speaker 1: and reaching for her scissors, she cut a slit in
Speaker 1: its neck line, which she hoped was long enough to
Speaker 1: expose her impressive cleavage and allowed the lace of the
Speaker 1: mass to show. Slipping it over her head, it took
Speaker 1: just a little more scissor action before it seemed perfect.
Speaker 1: Tying it around her waist, she sighed in approval as
Speaker 1: she looked in the mirror. Damn it, girl, I want
Speaker 1: to fuck you now as well, she whispered. Make Up
Speaker 1: was always a challenge for Louise. She sat in front
Speaker 1: of a mirror and wondered what best to wear. It
Speaker 1: was going to be hot, and so she definitely did
Speaker 1: not want to overdo the wall paint, simply adorning her
Speaker 1: lips and what she called harlot read and applying a
Speaker 1: heavy dose of mascara. She looked down at her breasts.
Speaker 1: They were definitely cavacious, and they were impressive, but she
Speaker 1: would still like to draw a little more attention to them.
Speaker 1: Taking some blush on the end of her finger, she
Speaker 1: spread it on her ample cleavage, accentuating the curves. When
Speaker 1: she arrived at the arena and handed her ticket over,
Speaker 1: the young man in the booth looked at the ticket
Speaker 1: and smiled nervously. Louise's heart leapt into her mouth. Fake,
Speaker 1: after all, guess that's what happens when you buy a
Speaker 1: ticket in an online auction. He turned and beckoned over
Speaker 1: a security guard. Fuck, Louise said in a hushed tone,
Speaker 1: as disappointment flooded her body. This way, miss, the security
Speaker 1: guard said, as he gently grasped the top of her arm,
Speaker 1: guiding her through her set of side doors. I bought
Speaker 1: the ticket online, she whispered in a panic, suddenly very
Speaker 1: aware she really wasn't dressed for spending a night in jail.
Speaker 1: Very good, he said, Brushing her proclamations of innocence to
Speaker 1: one side. The poorly lit corridor he let her down,
Speaker 1: offered no way of escape. Eventually, he stopped at a
Speaker 1: large security door, punched her coat into the glowing keypad
Speaker 1: beside it, and lushed her through. Louise gasped as she
Speaker 1: saw the stage just a few feet away from her.
Speaker 1: The security guard retrieved a neon green wristband from his
Speaker 1: pocket and secured it about her wrist, holding her hand up,
Speaker 1: staring at the holographic words that simply read her access
Speaker 1: all areas she fought back the tears of excitement. God,
Speaker 1: she could hug this man. He simply ushered her to
Speaker 1: a seat on the edge of the area she presumed
Speaker 1: us for dancing or photographing the band, before saying, if
Speaker 1: you want to go to the after concert party, is
Speaker 1: that way? He raised his hand to indicate a set
Speaker 1: of doors to the side of the stage, guarded by
Speaker 1: possibly the largest human being Louise had ever seen. Flash
Speaker 1: your wristband to him and he'll let you through. He
Speaker 1: smiled curiously at her before leaving. Louise sat in the seat,
Speaker 1: shock filling her mind, after Joe party, Damn, who sold
Speaker 1: this ticket and why? Within minutes, a young man appeared
Speaker 1: next to her, his face friendly and made even more
Speaker 1: so by a broad smile as his eyes followed the
Speaker 1: trail of her blusher. His gay shot brightly as he
Speaker 1: caressed the lace of her pask with his eyes. From
Speaker 1: the growing bulge in his pants, she could see her cleavage.
Speaker 1: Was doing his job very effectively. Eventually, he simply asked,
Speaker 1: can I get you a drink? Steal grasp by shock,
Speaker 1: Louise replied, yeah, a large whiskey famous grouse, if you
Speaker 1: have it, I think we have that he said as
Speaker 1: he left. Minutes later, he returned with a very large
Speaker 1: plastic glass of golden whiskey and handed it to her.
Speaker 1: Louise took the glass, nervously, watching the lights of the
Speaker 1: arena sparkle within it, then moving the glass to her lips.
Speaker 1: Her hands shaking from excitement, she swallowed the warm liquid hurriedly,
Speaker 1: hoping to calm her nerves. The drink went down a
Speaker 1: little too easily. Suddenly concerned, she asked how much too,
Speaker 1: realizing it was a little too late to refuse to
Speaker 1: pay nothing, he said, looking mildly confused. The I padrinks
Speaker 1: were all complimentary. There will be a bottle at the
Speaker 1: party after, he said, smiling. I'll have another then, she said.
Speaker 1: The young man left and returned a few minutes later
Speaker 1: with the refill. As she drank this one, the headiness
Speaker 1: of the moment mixed with the liqueur, and a wave
Speaker 1: of tipsiness flooded over Louise. Would you like another, he asked,
Speaker 1: Deciding she would rather be at least moderately sober to
Speaker 1: enjoy the concert. Louise shook her head and sank back
Speaker 1: into the chair, which now seemed infinitely more comfortable. Very
Speaker 1: good he said as he turned and left. As Louise
Speaker 1: sat and slowly sipped on a whiskey, various people drifted
Speaker 1: into the area through the security doors. As most of
Speaker 1: them carried cameras on notepads. Louise decided they were press
Speaker 1: and would be reporting on the concert. She also noted
Speaker 1: their wristbands glowed with a blue hue and looked at
Speaker 1: hers again definitely green. Watching the press file into their seats,
Speaker 1: setting up tripods and cameras, talking amongst each other like
Speaker 1: long lost friends, she suddenly felt like an impostor would
Speaker 1: they call her out on it? They grabbed that security
Speaker 1: guard back and say she's a fake. Louise sank back
Speaker 1: into the chair and sipped her whiskey, wishing it was
Speaker 1: full again, wishing for the life of her that she'd
Speaker 1: worn the jeans so she didn't look so conspicuous amongst
Speaker 1: these reporters. Spotting the young man who had served her earlier,
Speaker 1: she caught his eyes and asked for another larger drink.
Speaker 1: He simply nodded and disc appeared into the shadows. While
Speaker 1: she awaited his return, she watched the people milling around
Speaker 1: her in their slacks and designer jenes Occasionally one would
Speaker 1: say high or not at her. She simply nodded in return,
Speaker 1: giving them what she hoped was a genial smile, worrying
Speaker 1: her red lipstick probably made her look like a clown
Speaker 1: a little. Eventually, the young waiter returned and gave her
Speaker 1: the drink. It had to be the largest drink of
Speaker 1: whiskey Louise had ever seen. She obviously looked like she
Speaker 1: needed it. Thanking him, she took a large sip, the
Speaker 1: burning alcohol hitting the spot within seconds, easing the last
Speaker 1: of the tension out of her body. She knew this
Speaker 1: was probably a mistake. She knew she would probably end
Speaker 1: up on the wrong side of drunk, but damn she
Speaker 1: needed it right now. Deciding that for one night, she
Speaker 1: really didn't care. She didn't know anybody here, she would
Speaker 1: never see them again, she just immersed herself in the
Speaker 1: piped rock music that played around the arena, just loud
Speaker 1: enough to drown out the low rumble. As the masses
Speaker 1: behind her found their seats still, she could feel the
Speaker 1: excitement building, the anticipation filling the huge spaces. Thousands of
Speaker 1: people burned with the expectation of the concert to come. Eventually,
Speaker 1: the lights dimmed and the first chords of hit the
Speaker 1: lights echoed around the arena, igniting a loud cheer from
Speaker 1: the audience. As the first rum roll resonated so hard
Speaker 1: she could fill the floor vibrate, the stage lights exploded
Speaker 1: to life, flooding the band. The press's cameras flickered to life,
Speaker 1: flashing like a machine gun of photography, everything else forgotten.
Speaker 1: Louise leaped to her feet, motivated by the adrenaline coursing
Speaker 1: through her body, emptying her whiskey glass, and in the
Speaker 1: solitude at the empty floor of the press area, danced
Speaker 1: like she had never danced before. The world disappeared and
Speaker 1: there was only her and Metallica. Nothing else mattered. As
Speaker 1: the last beats of the music died away, the house
Speaker 1: lights in the arena sprung into cold life, and the
Speaker 1: piped rock music returned. Louise brushed the wet hair from
Speaker 1: her face, perspiration dripping from every strand suddenly realizing she
Speaker 1: had been dancing for what seemed like cowers in tight
Speaker 1: leather jeans. Her clit positively burned, her clit positively throbbed
Speaker 1: as it reminded her how it had been rubbed all
Speaker 1: that time. Fuck She couldn't decide if it was perspiration
Speaker 1: or come dripping down her thighs. Right now, an excitement
Speaker 1: of electricity burned through every nerve, and as tipsy as
Speaker 1: she felt, the courage afforded her by the alcohol flooded
Speaker 1: her mind and moved her towards the end security door
Speaker 1: to the backstage. Flashing her wristband, the security guard opened
Speaker 1: the door, allowing her through, following the carpeted corridor through
Speaker 1: two more security doors, and then into a large room.
Speaker 1: There must have been hundreds of people there. Louise gasped
Speaker 1: at the throng of them. She hadn't realized this many
Speaker 1: people would be involved with creating the show. Cool air
Speaker 1: breezed around the room, accentuating the strength of the alcohol
Speaker 1: in her body. She staggered a little as she moved
Speaker 1: toward the bar. Deciding that she had probably had enough whiskey,
Speaker 1: she ordered a coca and ice, and she emptied the
Speaker 1: glass gratefully. It did feel good after this evening. Ordering
Speaker 1: a second, she sipped it slower, this time, savoring the taste.
Speaker 1: Feeling the first caress of sobriety returning, her sensibilities rising,
Speaker 1: she caught her reflection on the mirror on the back
Speaker 1: of the bar god. She looked a mess, and no
Speaker 1: doubt the band would be here soon. There was no
Speaker 1: way she wanted to look anything but her best. On
Speaker 1: the off chant, she actually got to speak to them.
Speaker 1: Calling the barman back over, she asked for directions to
Speaker 1: the bathroom, straining to hear him with the noise of
Speaker 1: people talking so loudly in the room. She simply said
Speaker 1: thanks and smiled when he looked like he had finished.
Speaker 1: Louise moved through the crowd as best she could and
Speaker 1: what she thought must be the right direction, eventually finding
Speaker 1: another security door and another security guard. She flashed her
Speaker 1: wristband at him and he opened the door. Well, it
Speaker 1: certainly looked like the right direction for the bathroom. The
Speaker 1: corridor was a lot darker, people in suits moved around,
Speaker 1: giving her no attention. Several times she tried to ask
Speaker 1: for directions, but they just looked at her and hurried away,
Speaker 1: as if focused on something much more important than Louise.
Speaker 1: What was a desire five minutes ago was rapidly becoming
Speaker 1: a desperate need, and she really didn't want to discover
Speaker 1: how bad it could feel coating the inside of a leather,
Speaker 1: Jean's in piss, and certainly did not want to see
Speaker 1: the look on the band's face when they could smell it.
Speaker 1: Pushing one of the many doors aside that led from
Speaker 1: the claric corridor, to Louise's surprise, it opened and led
Speaker 1: her to a small ante room. Several doors led off.
Speaker 1: Louise chose one at random and pushed it open, breathing
Speaker 1: a sigh of relief as it opened into the largest
Speaker 1: bathroom she had ever seen. One war was given over
Speaker 1: completely to four length mirrors. There was a shower and
Speaker 1: a tub that could easily fit five people, and the
Speaker 1: one piece of porcelain that she was in desperate need
Speaker 1: to see stood there in the corner. Her body. Relieved,
Speaker 1: Louise took a moment to adjust herself in front of
Speaker 1: the full length mirrors. Studying her make up, she repaired
Speaker 1: it as best she could. She drained the last of
Speaker 1: a coke, but wished she had more. Looking at herself
Speaker 1: one last time, she muttered, you look good. Louise, considering
Speaker 1: leaving the room, determined to have another coke to complete
Speaker 1: her journey to sobriety. Before the band appeared, she was
Speaker 1: suddenly faced with several doors again and unsure which one
Speaker 1: she originally came through. Taking her chances, she opened one
Speaker 1: of them. Now it certainly didn't lead to the corridor.
Speaker 1: Guitars were sat on stands in the middle of the
Speaker 1: vast floor, variously its hung from hooks, and two large
Speaker 1: speakers stood against the wall. A refrigerator adorned the corner,
Speaker 1: which created a beautiful focus for her need for coke.
Speaker 1: Opening it, A bottle of champa lay on the shelf.
Speaker 1: H Louise thought, the more alcohol for now. Thankfully, cans
Speaker 1: of coke lay on the shelf above, taking one, opening
Speaker 1: it and savoring the cool liquid as it moved down
Speaker 1: her throat. She closed the fridge and looked back at
Speaker 1: the room, disappointed not to see a single chair. Her
Speaker 1: eyes drifted toward the speakers. Well, they were kind of
Speaker 1: the same height as a chair. Louise's leather jean squeaked
Speaker 1: as she shuffled onto one, drinking her coke. It wasn't
Speaker 1: a chair, but it was a damn sight better than
Speaker 1: being stood in heels. Maybe five minutes sat down would
Speaker 1: help her clear her body of the whiskey so she
Speaker 1: could be her charming self, just on the off chance
Speaker 1: she met the band. As she felt her eyes drift close,
Speaker 1: she put her cot down, not wanting to spilit Maybe
Speaker 1: a five minute nap would do the trick. She thought,
Speaker 1: his sleep stole over her. Suddenly she was being shaken.
Speaker 1: How did you get in here? A deep voice asked
Speaker 1: in a completely unfriendly way. Louise blinked her eyes open
Speaker 1: to stare into crystal blue eyes. Blonde cropped hair crowned
Speaker 1: a beautifully rugged face, a shock of a white goaty
Speaker 1: beard adorned his firm jewel line. His hand dropped from
Speaker 1: her arm as he stood up, his chest bare apart
Speaker 1: from a single heavy crucifix. A beautiful tapestry of tattoos
Speaker 1: covered his chest and arms. This is a band room.
Speaker 1: It is my practice room, he said in a stern voice.
Speaker 1: Louise blushed that she was in James Hetfield's inner sanctum
Speaker 1: and could think of nothing to explain why. Couriously, she
Speaker 1: held up her wrist to show him the neon band.
Speaker 1: His lips twisted into a crooked smile. So your sexy
Speaker 1: kit in sick six eight, he said, with a gentle laugh.
Speaker 1: You know I have one on an orcean. Louise asked
Speaker 1: her mind, still desperately trying to rise from the depths
Speaker 1: of sleep. Yeah, who do you think sold it? We
Speaker 1: give out one VIP pass on every concert, so fans
Speaker 1: go and tell all their friends, although they're not quite
Speaker 1: as easy on the eye as you, he said, his
Speaker 1: eyes moving over her body, caressing her curves in such
Speaker 1: a way and hovering over her generous breass. She could
Speaker 1: feel his gaze tweaking her nipples. Louise blushed under the
Speaker 1: heat of his sight and could only whisper, Oh, I
Speaker 1: saw you dancing in the press area, much better than
Speaker 1: all those reporters who probably don't even like our music.
Speaker 1: It's good to get close to real fans again, he
Speaker 1: said to Turning toward the fridge, Louise's eyes surveyed the
Speaker 1: tattooed muscles across his back, whimpering gently to herself, the
Speaker 1: memory of her aching clt rising unbidden to her mind,
Speaker 1: the caress of her leather jeans not helping the throbbing
Speaker 1: that pulse between her thighs. Without turning around, he said,
Speaker 1: I'd offer you a coke, but I see you've already
Speaker 1: discovered those. There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
Speaker 1: But still the burn of her blush heated every cell
Speaker 1: in her body. So, as you're here, anything you'd like
Speaker 1: to ask, he questioned as he raised the drink to
Speaker 1: his lips, the muscles in his body tensing and relaxing,
Speaker 1: his abs tightening as he sipped the cold liquid. Louise
Speaker 1: couldn't remove a gaze from his muscle torso rippling as
Speaker 1: he drank the coke. She certainly couldn't think of any
Speaker 1: questions as her eyes drifted lower, settling on his crush
Speaker 1: that begged her attention. She whispered as shy no as
Speaker 1: she picked up her drink and sipped it, trying to
Speaker 1: moisten her lips, which had become aridly dry. James put
Speaker 1: his dring down and selected a spiral cable from the books.
Speaker 1: Taking a moment, he picked up a guitar, lifted it,
Speaker 1: plugged the cable into the back of it, and then
Speaker 1: parted Louise's size gently so he could plug the other
Speaker 1: end of the cable into the speaker. Flicking the switch,
Speaker 1: the speaker hummed to life, maybe a tune, then he asked,
Speaker 1: Strumming the strings, the sound of the guitar pulsed through
Speaker 1: the speaker and vibrated along Louise's sighs, the notes teasing
Speaker 1: at her clip. Her body throbbed with need from the
Speaker 1: sound moving through her, chasing up her body, forcing a
Speaker 1: moan from her lips. James grinned wildly at her response.
Speaker 1: Turning the dial on his guitar, he strummed the strings again.
Speaker 1: The pulse of pleasure shot through her body once more,
Speaker 1: her clip vibrating furiously against the hard caress of her
Speaker 1: leather jeans. Louise's hands grasped at the speaker as a
Speaker 1: wave of sound ricocheted around her body. Her nipples pulsed
Speaker 1: tightly against the lace of her mask, burning with anticipation.
Speaker 1: Only thing sprung to mind, he asked, playfully, stroking the
Speaker 1: strings again. Louise could only moan from the wave of
Speaker 1: pleasure vibrating through her. Her hands reached up and grasping
Speaker 1: her breast with urgent need, her nipples trembling under her touch.
Speaker 1: Stand up, he commanded, show me what you have under
Speaker 1: those leather jeans. Louise slipped off the speaker without thinking.
Speaker 1: She slipped her boots and undered her jeans, letting them
Speaker 1: fall to the floor on the T shirt he said
Speaker 1: in a low, predatory grow, Sliding the T shirt over
Speaker 1: her head. Louise stood in bask and stockings, her nipples
Speaker 1: pressing hard against a lace. She was sure her thighs
Speaker 1: were glistening from the slick, already escaping her panties. The
Speaker 1: heat of her blush transformed into a wild fire of
Speaker 1: desire as he stepped next to her, Putting the guitar down,
Speaker 1: His hand shot between her thighs, cupping her pussy through
Speaker 1: her panties, his fingers massaging her aching folds. Fuck, she
Speaker 1: moaned as a firm, strong finger traced a hard line
Speaker 1: along the edge of her sacks. Her legs buckled. She stumbled,
Speaker 1: falling to her knees. Maybe we can make this a
Speaker 1: night to remember for you, James said, unbuttoning his sheens
Speaker 1: and pushing them down over his heart muscled thighs. His
Speaker 1: cock throbbed hard and urgent beneath the material of his shorts.
Speaker 1: Lust filled Louise's mind as her lips kissed at the material,
Speaker 1: biting at his shaft throat. He moaned loudly in appreciation.
Speaker 1: Slipping his shorts down, Louise mustaged his length as it
Speaker 1: stood proud and erect before her. His balls tightened as
Speaker 1: her hands slid over them, her lips pressing up and
Speaker 1: down his shaft, her tongue flicking over him. James's hands
Speaker 1: boarded a long blonde hair, pulling it into tight balls.
Speaker 1: As her lips explored the tip of him hungrily. She
Speaker 1: slid her tongue along his length, her lips following suit,
Speaker 1: inviting him deeper. With hard thrust, James pushed deep into
Speaker 1: her mouth, pulling. With hard thrust, James pushed deep into
Speaker 1: her mouth, pulling her back on to him. Tears chased
Speaker 1: down her cheeks as her lips stretched tightly around his girth,
Speaker 1: his length pushing along her tongue. Looking up and over
Speaker 1: the muscle plane of his stomach, she could see him
Speaker 1: watching her through the tears that threatened her eyes. Something
Speaker 1: about watching this man fucked deep into her mouth with
Speaker 1: such animalistic passion turned her on beyond belief. Her desire
Speaker 1: burned through her body as thrust after thrust of his
Speaker 1: hard cock found its way into her throat. Low guttural
Speaker 1: moans trembled along his shaft, the vibrations forcing his cock
Speaker 1: to pulse even harder, to swell further as it filled
Speaker 1: her mouth. Louis grasped a hiss ass, her nails digging
Speaker 1: in harshly, wanting more. Parting his cheeks, she thrust a
Speaker 1: single finger into his ass, massaging him. James's body tightened
Speaker 1: and thrust even harder in response, Louise's lips tightening around him,
Speaker 1: her teeth dragging along his length as his fingers gripped
Speaker 1: her head desperately, his eyes rolling back as he erupted
Speaker 1: in her throat fuck, he cried out, his knees buckling slightly.
Speaker 1: Louise's hands dropped around the back of his thighs, holding
Speaker 1: him tight to her as her head moved up and down,
Speaker 1: his erection, draining every last drop from him. Looking down
Speaker 1: at her, he grinned, saying, well, you deserve something special
Speaker 1: for that is still pulsing. Cock is still pulsing. Cock
Speaker 1: dropped from her lips as Louise licked the last of
Speaker 1: his cum from his shaft, forcing his cock to throb deliciously.
Speaker 1: Looking up at him, she resisted the urge to wipe
Speaker 1: the coumb she could feel coating her chin. Get back
Speaker 1: on the speaker, he commanded, and close your eyes. Louise
Speaker 1: stood up and slid back onto the speaker, her slick
Speaker 1: covering the black vinyl, and closed her eyes. Somewhere in
Speaker 1: the darkness, she could hear a door opening and gently closing.
Speaker 1: For a moment, there was silence. Then suddenly his hands
Speaker 1: pushed between her thighs, parting them, dropping to his knees,
Speaker 1: his broad chest forcing them further apart, before his hot
Speaker 1: breath teased along the bare flesh of her stocking tops,
Speaker 1: pulling at the sensitive skin with his teeth, his goaty
Speaker 1: teasing at her folds, her pussy throbbing in anticipation, higher
Speaker 1: and higher, his tongue climbed her soft thighs. After painfully
Speaker 1: beautiful moments, it discovered the sudden edge of her panties
Speaker 1: flicking harshly across her clip through the wet lace. A
Speaker 1: pussy clutched, grasping with urgency for her impending satisfaction, Moaning loudly.
Speaker 1: The avalanche of sensation drew her eyes down. His blue
Speaker 1: eyes sparkled with mischievousness as her eyes met with ferocious
Speaker 1: passion over her pulsing mound. She just knew, looking at
Speaker 1: those eyes that he was grinning as his tongue teased
Speaker 1: to clit, circling it, torturing her with pleasure, immersing himself
Speaker 1: in the ecstasy of her body contorting in the raptures
Speaker 1: of a sensuous overload under his torment fuck. She moaned
Speaker 1: the sensations, forcing her legs over his shoulders. Pulling his
Speaker 1: mouth away, He looked her straight in the iron, said
Speaker 1: you forgot the ice in your coat, as he popped
Speaker 1: a quit ice between his lips and moved her panties
Speaker 1: to one side. Ice cold water teasted her folds as
Speaker 1: his tongue pressed between them. Long strokes of his tongue
Speaker 1: traced in an electric line of pleasure up and down
Speaker 1: her pussy before he sucked on her clip, the cold
Speaker 1: caress of the ice fueling the inferno in her sex.
Speaker 1: Her body contorted in absolute pleasure as a mixture of
Speaker 1: fire and ice tormented her clit. Flick after flick of
Speaker 1: his tongue painted her pussy with the wildfire of ice
Speaker 1: and cold. Louise pressed her hips against him, unable to
Speaker 1: control the rising orgasm. She pulled his head tighter, his
Speaker 1: goaty accentuating the sensations moving through her. Grasping his cropped
Speaker 1: blonde hair, she rode her pussy against the onslaught of
Speaker 1: his mouth as he sucked her clip between his teeth.
Speaker 1: Louise's head dropped back as her orgasm exploded through a
Speaker 1: every cell of her body. Unrelenting, James continued to lash
Speaker 1: his tongue into a pussy, forcing the waves of pleasure
Speaker 1: to crash on her clip over and over again. Her
Speaker 1: pussy throbbed painfully with the overload of pleasure. Desperately, the
Speaker 1: sensations grew too much, and she pushed back from his
Speaker 1: demanding lips. James stood, taking another cable. He commanded, bend
Speaker 1: over the speaker. Trembling unsteady with the orgasm still invading
Speaker 1: her body, Louise bent over the speaker. Put your hands
Speaker 1: behind you. Obediently, She put her hands behind her back,
Speaker 1: feeling the tension in the cord as he wrapped it
Speaker 1: around her wrists, tying her firmly. Abruptly, he said, your
Speaker 1: porcel maass could do with a little color, his broad
Speaker 1: hand spanking down hard on her ass. The burning sensation
Speaker 1: fueling the orgasm still echoed through her body. Her pussy
Speaker 1: clenched with need as she moaned loudly. Again, his hand
Speaker 1: aggressively punished her ass, the sound echoing around the room,
Speaker 1: somehow fueling the stinging pleasure she felt burning in her pussy,
Speaker 1: lifting her palvis inviting that next brutal caress, his palm
Speaker 1: burning the top of her thighs, his fingers flogging her folds.
Speaker 1: Electricity shot through every damn inch of her body. Pulsing
Speaker 1: ways of pleasure exploded from head to toe. Fuck your
Speaker 1: pussy looks gorgeous when it's this angry and red. Fuck me, please,
Speaker 1: she pleaded, waiting a moment. He admired the glistening red
Speaker 1: lips of her pussy before taking his cock in his hand,
Speaker 1: stroking it to make sure it swelled that little bit
Speaker 1: more before thrusting it mercilessly inside her secks, forcing her
Speaker 1: lips to stretch around his girth. She cried in pleasure.
Speaker 1: His fingers glided over the curve of her hips, twisting
Speaker 1: into her garter straps, pulling her pussy in that perfect
Speaker 1: position to fuck her even deeper. Every thrust of his
Speaker 1: cock pushing along her clip, forcing her cord to tighten
Speaker 1: around him, to grasp him, to urge him to come.
Speaker 1: As his moans grew louder, the sound of everyone vibrating
Speaker 1: along his cock and threatening Louise's sanity. Damn, she could
Speaker 1: fill his whole cock, vibrating with the sounds of his moans,
Speaker 1: as if he was fucking with a vibrator and his cock.
Speaker 1: At exactly the same time, Louise panted in time with
Speaker 1: the thrusts everyone, pushing the air from her lungs, releasing
Speaker 1: her garter straps. He grabbed the guitar cord secured around
Speaker 1: a wrist with one hand and pulled it hard to
Speaker 1: ride her roughly. As he continued to hammer deep into
Speaker 1: a pussy. His other hand grasped her hair, pulling her
Speaker 1: back hard onto him as he fucked her, dripping wet
Speaker 1: sex with animal need. Somehow, his feet found the guitar
Speaker 1: on the floor and stroked the strings clumsily. The speaker
Speaker 1: exploded to life, sending fresh vibrations through lou Sending fresh
Speaker 1: vibrations through Louise's body, The diminishing waves of her orgasm
Speaker 1: found new life as her pussy clutched violently around him.
Speaker 1: The waves that swamped her body just minutes ago were
Speaker 1: rekindled and burned through her with a new ferocity, pulling
Speaker 1: hard on her hair, her back arched as she felt
Speaker 1: him assault every inch of the walls of her pussy,
Speaker 1: his bull slapping her clit as he pounded a desire.
Speaker 1: The vibrations of the speaker accelerated the spiraling sensation, and
Speaker 1: a core intensifying, spreading it further. Louise growled in pleasure
Speaker 1: as her whole body swam in the sea of her
Speaker 1: lust filled desires. Releasing her hair, he grasped her ample breasts,
Speaker 1: squeezing them roughly, pinching her nipple between his finger and thumb.
Speaker 1: The sensation ricocheted from her nipple straight through her stomach
Speaker 1: and onto her clip. Her body writhing in torturous pleasure,
Speaker 1: James moaned deeply as his body tightened against her, his
Speaker 1: cock swelling inside a pussy as his warm comer rubbed
Speaker 1: it inside her. Her own body responded so beautifully as
Speaker 1: a cascade of pleasure flooded every vein, crying out in
Speaker 1: allgasmic bliss as her pussy sucked hard onto his cock,
Speaker 1: milking it of every drop. Releasing the guitar chord, he
Speaker 1: let Louise drape over the speaker, panting. Her body spent
Speaker 1: delightful exhaustion followed the after clothes that embraced her. James
Speaker 1: rubbed his hands over her ass, his body trembling with satisfaction.
Speaker 1: As her pussy released his cock, she could feel the
Speaker 1: warm cream of his desire caressing her thighs, sending a
Speaker 1: fresh tingle through her body, forcing a whimper from her lips.
Speaker 1: Even though she could hear him pulling his pants back up,
Speaker 1: she desperately wanted to turn and tell him how great
Speaker 1: it was, but her body betrayed her. Suddenly she felt
Speaker 1: his chest along her back, his hands sliding up her
Speaker 1: arms be all. He grasped her wrists firmly, attaching a
Speaker 1: new bound. He whispered for to morrow night, with a
Speaker 1: fresh way of exhaustion, embracing her. Louise closed her eyes.
Speaker 1: When she opened them, the room was ominously quiet, as
Speaker 1: if she was waking from a dream. Sliding from the speaker,
Speaker 1: she looked at her wrists, fingering the two pounds that
Speaker 1: now adorned it, steadying herself against his because she reached
Speaker 1: between her thighs and explored the warm, thick cream that
Speaker 1: still covered them. Tomorrow, she said, lifting her finger to
Speaker 1: her lips and sucking it before smiling wildly. So next week,
Speaker 1: it's good to try something new, don't you think you
Speaker 1: never know what you'll love until you try it, at
Speaker 1: least three times, just to be sure. So until next week,
Speaker 1: and always with your pleasure in mind. This is Devil
Speaker 1: in Wild, wishing you salacious dreams at in state, in
Speaker 1: ducted Plato, and in every tent inducted Las