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Speaker 1: whom the bell toles echoed through Louise's ears, Her eyes
Speaker 1: still transfer fixed on the powerful frame of James Hetfield
Speaker 1: on stage, swept beading across his brow, somehow highlighting his
Speaker 1: pale eyes as shadows danced around him. Something about that
Speaker 1: clear gaze seemed to bury itself deep in her chest,
Speaker 1: the way the dimming lights reflected held her vision in
Speaker 1: such an intense way, the light fading as the first
Speaker 1: chords of Fade to Black resonated to mark the end
Speaker 1: of the concert, his figure disappearing, becoming little more than
Speaker 1: a silhouette and eventually just another shadow. Even though she
Speaker 1: was most definitely here and had enjoyed every second of
Speaker 1: the concert, she was still in as much shock as
Speaker 1: when she had won the tickets in the auction. Last week.
Speaker 1: Hours she had spent thumbing them, trying to make sure
Speaker 1: they felt genuine. She was no way expert, but they
Speaker 1: did feel right. Of course, getting ready this afternoon had
Speaker 1: been problematic. What do you wear to the concert of
Speaker 1: your life? She had selected all her best gens, but
Speaker 1: they seemed cheap when she thought of where she was going.
Speaker 1: Deciding this needed something special, she had poured out what
Speaker 1: money she had in her savings account and got out
Speaker 1: and bought a new pair of leather jeans designer torn
Speaker 1: Leather in truth, and they flattered her shapely thighs, she
Speaker 1: had to admit, but her naked skin looked so pale
Speaker 1: next to the black leather. With only hours to go
Speaker 1: before the concert started, panic set in. She couldn't believe
Speaker 1: that she hadn't bought any spray down. Desperately looking for
Speaker 1: inspirations through a closet and draws, she eventually pulled out
Speaker 1: a pair of fishnet stockings and a bask and pondered
Speaker 1: for a moment. Slipping off the skin tight jeans, she
Speaker 1: adorned herself in the bask and rolled the stockings up
Speaker 1: her legs, clasping them to the garter straps. She looked
Speaker 1: at herself in the mirror for a moment, nodding in
Speaker 1: acknowledgment of how sexy it made her feel. This was
Speaker 1: definitely the underwear for tonight. She could only hope that
Speaker 1: the clasps did not show through the tears on the
Speaker 1: leather jeans. Slipping them back on, it did take a
Speaker 1: little time to adjust the tight leather correctly, but finally
Speaker 1: only the fishnet material showed through the holes. Slipping her
Speaker 1: hal boots on, she looked again at herself in the mirror.
Speaker 1: Looking good, Louise, she prayed to herself and needed something
Speaker 1: a little more, something to say she was definitely going
Speaker 1: there for the music and not to just look down hot.
Speaker 1: Taking a Metallica T shirt from the closet and reaching
Speaker 1: for her scissors, she cut her slit in its neck line,
Speaker 1: which she hoped was long enough to expose her impressive
Speaker 1: cleavage and allowed the lace of the mass to show.
Speaker 1: Slipping it over her head, it took just a little
Speaker 1: more scissoraction before it seemed perfect, Tying it around her waist,
Speaker 1: she sighed in approval as she looked in the mirror.
Speaker 1: Damn it, girl, I want to fuck you now as well,
Speaker 1: she whispered. Make Up was always a challenge for Louise.
Speaker 1: She sat in front of a mirror and wondered what
Speaker 1: best to wear. It was going to be hot, and
Speaker 1: so she definitely did not want to overdo the wall paint,
Speaker 1: simply adorning her lips and what she called hard it
Speaker 1: read and applying a heavy dose of MUSCAA. She looked
Speaker 1: down at her breasts. They were definitely crevacious, and they
Speaker 1: were impressive, but she would still like to draw a
Speaker 1: little more attention to them. Taking some blush on the
Speaker 1: end of her finger, she spread it on her ample cleavage,
Speaker 1: accentuating the curves. When she arrived at the arena and
Speaker 1: handed her ticket over, the young man in the booth
Speaker 1: looked at the ticket and smiled nervously. Louise's heart leapt
Speaker 1: into her mouth. Fake, after all, guess that's what happens
Speaker 1: when you buy a ticket in an online auction. He
Speaker 1: turned and beckoned over a security guard. Fuck, Louise said
Speaker 1: in a hushed tone, as disappointment flooded her body. This way, miss,
Speaker 1: the security guard said, as he gently grasped the top
Speaker 1: of her arm, guiding her through a set of side doors.
Speaker 1: I bought the ticket online, she whispered in a panic,
Speaker 1: suddenly very aware he really wasn't dressed for spending a
Speaker 1: night in jail. Very good, he said, Brushing her proclamations
Speaker 1: of innocence to one side. The poorly lit corridor, he
Speaker 1: let her down, offered no way of escape. Eventually, he
Speaker 1: stopped at a large security door, punched her coat into
Speaker 1: the glowing keypad beside it, and ushered her through. Louise
Speaker 1: gasped as she saw the stage just a few feet
Speaker 1: away from her. The security guard retrieved a neon green
Speaker 1: wristband from his pocket and secured it about her wrist.
Speaker 1: Holding her hand up. Staring at the holographic words that
Speaker 1: simply read Metallica Access all areas, she fought back the
Speaker 1: tears of excitement. God, she could hug this man. He
Speaker 1: simply ushered her to a seat on the edge of
Speaker 1: the area she presumed us for dancing or photographing the band,
Speaker 1: before saying, if you want to go to the after
Speaker 1: concert party, is that way. He raised his hand to
Speaker 1: indicate a set of doors to the side of the stage,
Speaker 1: guarded by possibly the largest human being Louise had ever seen.
Speaker 1: Flash your wrist back to him and he'll let you through.
Speaker 1: He smiled curiously at her before leaving. Louise sat in
Speaker 1: the seat, shock filling her mind. After Joe party, damn,
Speaker 1: who sold this ticket? And why? Within minutes, a young
Speaker 1: man appeared next to her, his face friendly and made
Speaker 1: even more so by a broad smile as his eyes
Speaker 1: followed the trail of her blusher, his gaze shining brightly
Speaker 1: as he caressed the lace of her pask with his eyes.
Speaker 1: From the growing bulge in his pants, she could see
Speaker 1: her cleavage. Was doing his job very effectively. Eventually, he
Speaker 1: simply asked, can I get you a drink? Grasp by shock,
Speaker 1: Louise replied, yeah, a large whisky, 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 to
Speaker 1: I hear you, realizing it was a little too late
Speaker 1: to refuse to pay nothing, he said, looking mildly confused.
Speaker 1: The ip drink's were all complimentary. There will be a
Speaker 1: bottle at the party after, he said, smiling, I'll have
Speaker 1: another then, she said. The young man left and returned
Speaker 1: a few minutes later with the refill. As she drank
Speaker 1: this one, the headiness of the moment mixed with the liqueur,
Speaker 1: and a wave of tipsiness flooded over Louise. Would you
Speaker 1: like another, he asked, Deciding she would rather be at
Speaker 1: least moderately sober to enjoy the concert. Louise shook her
Speaker 1: head and sank back into the chair, which now seemed
Speaker 1: infinitely more comfortable. Very good, he said, as he turned
Speaker 1: and left. As Louise sat and slowly sipped on a whiskey,
Speaker 1: various people drifted into the area through the security doors.
Speaker 1: As most of them carried cameras on notepads. Louise decided
Speaker 1: they were press and would be reporting on the concert.
Speaker 1: She also noted their wristbands glowed with a blue hue
Speaker 1: and looked at hers again definitely green. Watching the press
Speaker 1: file into their sea, setting up triprads and cameras, talking
Speaker 1: amongst each other like long lost friends, she suddenly felt
Speaker 1: like an impostor would they call her out on it.
Speaker 1: They grabbed that security guard back and say she's a fake.
Speaker 1: Luis sank back into the chair and sipped her whiskey,
Speaker 1: wishing it was full again, wishing for the life of
Speaker 1: her that she'd worn the jeans so she didn't look
Speaker 1: so conspicuous amongst these reporters. Spotting the young man who
Speaker 1: had served her earlier, she caught his eyes and asked
Speaker 1: for another larger drink. He simply nodded and disappeared into
Speaker 1: the shadows. While she awaited his return, she watched the
Speaker 1: people milling around her in their slacks and designer jeanes.
Speaker 1: Occasionally one would say hi or nod at her. She
Speaker 1: simply nodded in return, giving them what she hoped was
Speaker 1: a genial smile, worrying her red lipstick probably made her
Speaker 1: looked like a clown a little. Eventually, the young waiter
Speaker 1: returned and gave her the drink. It had to be
Speaker 1: the largest drink of whiskey Louise had ever seen. She
Speaker 1: obviously looked like she needed it. Thanking him, she took
Speaker 1: a large sip, the burning alcohol hitting the spot within seconds,
Speaker 1: easing the last of the tension out of her body.
Speaker 1: She knew this was probably a mistake. She knew she
Speaker 1: would probably end up on the wrong side of drunk,
Speaker 1: but damn, she needed it right now. Deciding that for
Speaker 1: one night, she really didn't care. She didn't know anybody here,
Speaker 1: she would never see them again, she just immersed herself
Speaker 1: in the piped rock music that played around the arena,
Speaker 1: just loud enough to drown out the low rumble. As
Speaker 1: the masses behind her found their seats still, she could
Speaker 1: feel the excitement building, the anticipation filling the huge spaces.
Speaker 1: Thousands of people burned with the expectation of the concert
Speaker 1: to come. Eventually, the lights dimmed and the first chords
Speaker 1: of hit The lights echoed around the arena, igniting a
Speaker 1: loud cheer from the audience. As the first rum roll
Speaker 1: resonated so hard she could fill the floor vibrate. The
Speaker 1: stage lights exploded to life, flooding the band. The press's
Speaker 1: cameras flickered to life, flashing like a machine gun of photography,
Speaker 1: everything else forgotten. Louise leapt to her feet, motivated by
Speaker 1: the adrenaline coursing through her body, emptying her whiskey glass,
Speaker 1: and in the solitude at the empty floor of the
Speaker 1: press area danced light she had never danced before, the
Speaker 1: world disappeared and there was only her and Metallica. Nothing
Speaker 1: else mattered. As the last beats of the music died away,
Speaker 1: the house lights in the arena sprung into cold life,
Speaker 1: and the piped rock music returned. Louise brushed the wet
Speaker 1: hair from her face, perspiration dripping from every strand suddenly
Speaker 1: realizing she had been dancing for what seemed like cowards
Speaker 1: in tight leather jeans. Her clit positively burned, her clit
Speaker 1: positively throbbed as it reminded her how it had been
Speaker 1: rubbed all that time. Fuck, she couldn't decide if it
Speaker 1: was perspiration or come dripping down her thighs Right now,
Speaker 1: an excitement of electricity burned through every nerve, and as
Speaker 1: tipsy as she felt, the courage afforded her by the
Speaker 1: alcohol flooded her mind and moved her toward the security
Speaker 1: door to the backstage. Flashing her wristband. The security guard
Speaker 1: opened the door, allowing her through, following the carpeted corridor
Speaker 1: through 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 slow, 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
Speaker 1: leather jeans in piss, and certainly did not want to
Speaker 1: see the look on the band's face when they could
Speaker 1: smell it. Pushing one of the many doors aside that
Speaker 1: led from the clar corridor, to Louise's surprise, it opened
Speaker 1: and led her to a small ante room. Several doors
Speaker 1: led off. Louise chose one at random and pushed it open,
Speaker 1: breathing a sigh of relief as it opened into the
Speaker 1: largest bathrooms she had ever seen. One will was given
Speaker 1: over completely to full length mirrors. There was a shower
Speaker 1: and a tub that could easily fit five people, and
Speaker 1: the one piece of porcelain that she was in desperate
Speaker 1: need 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 makeup, she repaired it
Speaker 1: as best she could. She dreamed the last of a coke,
Speaker 1: but wished she had more. Looking at herself one last time,
Speaker 1: she muttered, you look good. Louise, considering leaving the room,
Speaker 1: determined to have another coke to complete her journey to sobriety.
Speaker 1: Before the band appeared, she was suddenly faced with several
Speaker 1: doors again and unsure which one she originally came through.
Speaker 1: Taking her chances, she opened one of them. Now it
Speaker 1: certainly didn't lead to the corridor. Guitars were sat on
Speaker 1: stands in the middle of the vast floor, Various leads
Speaker 1: hung from hooks, and two large speakers stood against the wall.
Speaker 1: A refrigerator adorned the corner, which created a beautiful focus
Speaker 1: for her need for coke. Opening it, a bottle of
Speaker 1: champagne lay on the shelf, h Louise thought, the more
Speaker 1: alcohol for now. Thankfully, cans of coke lay on the
Speaker 1: shelf above taking one, opening it and savoring the cool
Speaker 1: liquid as it moved down her throat. She closed the
Speaker 1: fridge and looked back at the room, disappointed not to
Speaker 1: see a single chair. Her eyes drifted toward the speakers. Well,
Speaker 1: they were kind of the same height as a chair.
Speaker 1: Louise's leather jean squeaked as she shuffled onto one, drinking
Speaker 1: her coke. It wasn't a chair, but it was a
Speaker 1: damn sight better than being stood in heels. Maybe five
Speaker 1: minutes sat down would help her clear her body of
Speaker 1: the whiskey so she could be her charming self just
Speaker 1: on the off chant. She met the band. As she
Speaker 1: felt her eyes drift close, she put her coat down,
Speaker 1: not wanting to spilit Maybe a five minute nap would
Speaker 1: do the trick. She thilled. His sleep stole over her.
Speaker 1: Suddenly she was being shaken. How did you get in here?
Speaker 1: A deep voice asked in a completely unfriendly way. Louise
Speaker 1: blinked her eyes open to stare into crystal blue eyes.
Speaker 1: Blonde cropped hair crowned a beautifully rugged face, A shock
Speaker 1: of a white goaty beard adorned his firm jewel line.
Speaker 1: His hand dropped from her arm as he stood up,
Speaker 1: his chest bare apart from a single heavy crucifix. A
Speaker 1: beautiful tapestry of tattoos covered his chest and arms. This
Speaker 1: is a band room. It is my practice room, he
Speaker 1: said in a stern voice. Louise blushed that she was
Speaker 1: in James Hetfield's inner sanctum and could think of nothing
Speaker 1: to explain why. Quiously, she held up her wrist to
Speaker 1: show him the neon band. His lips twisted into a
Speaker 1: crooked smile. So you're sexy kit in sixty six oh eight,
Speaker 1: he said, with a gentle laugh. You know I went
Speaker 1: on an orcean, Louise asked, her mind still desperately trying
Speaker 1: to rise from the depths of sleep. Yeah, who do
Speaker 1: you think sold it? We give out one VIP pass
Speaker 1: on every concert, so fans go and tell all their friends,
Speaker 1: although they're not quite as easy on the eye as you,
Speaker 1: he said, his eyes moving over her body, caressing her
Speaker 1: curves in such a way and hovering over her generous breath.
Speaker 1: She could feel his gaze tweaking her nipples. Louise blushed
Speaker 1: under the heat of his sight and could only whisper, oh,
Speaker 1: I saw you dancing in the press area, much better
Speaker 1: than 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 clit 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 questions.
Speaker 1: As her eyes drifted lower, settling on his crush that
Speaker 1: begged her attention, she whispered a shy no, as she
Speaker 1: picked up her drink and sipped it, trying to moisten
Speaker 1: her lips, which had become aridly dry. James put his
Speaker 1: drink 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 sighs 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 bask 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 off her boots and under her jeans, letting
Speaker 1: them fall to the floor on the T shirt, he
Speaker 1: said in a low predatory growl. Sliding the T shirt
Speaker 1: over her head, Louise stood in basque and stockings, her
Speaker 1: nipples pressing hard against the lace. She was sure her
Speaker 1: thighs were glistening from the slick, already escaping her panties.
Speaker 1: The heat of her blush transformed into a wild fire
Speaker 1: of desire as he stepped next to her, putting the
Speaker 1: guitar down, his hand shot between her thighs, cupping her
Speaker 1: pussy through her panties, his fingers massaging her aching folds. Fuck,
Speaker 1: she moaned, as a firm, strong finger traced a hard
Speaker 1: line along the edge of her sacks, her legs buckled.
Speaker 1: She stumbled, falling to her knees. Maybe we can make
Speaker 1: this a knight to remember for you, James said, unbuttoning
Speaker 1: his jeans and pushing them down over his heart muscled thighs.
Speaker 1: His cock throbbed hard and urgent beneath the material of
Speaker 1: his shorts. Lust filled Louise's mind as her lips kissed
Speaker 1: at the material, biting at his shaft through it, He
Speaker 1: moaned loudly in appreciation. Slipping his shorts down, Louise massaged
Speaker 1: his length as it stood proud and erect before her.
Speaker 1: His balls tightened as her hands slid over them, her
Speaker 1: lips pressing up and down his shaft, her tongue flicking
Speaker 1: over him. James's hands boarded a long blonde hair, pulling
Speaker 1: it into tight balls. As her lips explored the tip
Speaker 1: of him hungrily. She slid her tongue along his length,
Speaker 1: her lips following suit, inviting him deeper. With hard thrust,
Speaker 1: James pushed deep into her mouth, pulling. With hard thrust,
Speaker 1: James pushed deep into her mouth, pulling her back onto him.
Speaker 1: Tears chased down her cheeks as her lips stretched tightly
Speaker 1: around his girth, his length pushing along her tongue. Looking
Speaker 1: up and over the muscle plane of his stomach, she
Speaker 1: could see him watching her through the tears that threatened
Speaker 1: her eyes. Something about watching this man fucked deep into
Speaker 1: her mouth with such animalistic passion turned her on beyond belief.
Speaker 1: Her desire burned through her body as thrust after thrust
Speaker 1: of his hard cock found its way into her throat.
Speaker 1: Low guttural moans trembled along his shaft, the vibrations forcing
Speaker 1: his cock to pulse even harder, to swell further as
Speaker 1: it filled her mouth. Louis grasped at his ass, her
Speaker 1: nails digging in harshly. Wanting more. Parting his cheeks, she
Speaker 1: thrust a single finger into his ass, massaging him. James's
Speaker 1: body tightened and thrust even harder in response, Louise's lips
Speaker 1: tightening around him, her teeth dragging along his length as
Speaker 1: his fingers gripped her head desperately, his eyes rolling back
Speaker 1: as he erupted in her throat fuck, he cried out,
Speaker 1: his knees buckling slightly. Louise's hands dropped around the back
Speaker 1: of his thighs, holding him tight to her as her
Speaker 1: head moved up and down his erection, draining every last
Speaker 1: drop from him. Looking down at her, egrin saying, well,
Speaker 1: you deserve something special for that is still pulsing. Cock
Speaker 1: is still pulsing. Cock dropped from her lips as Louise
Speaker 1: licked the last of his cum from his shaft, forcing
Speaker 1: his cock to throb deliciously. Looking up at him, she
Speaker 1: resisted the urge to wipe the cumb she could feel
Speaker 1: coating her chin. Get back on the speaker, he commanded,
Speaker 1: and close your eyes. Louise stood up and slid back
Speaker 1: onto the speaker, her slick covering the black vinyl, and
Speaker 1: closed her eyes. Somewhere in the darkness, she could hear
Speaker 1: a door opening and gently closing. For a moment, there
Speaker 1: was silence, Then suddenly, his hands pushed between her thighs,
Speaker 1: parting them, dropping to his knees, his broad chest forcing
Speaker 1: them further apart, before his hot breath teased along the
Speaker 1: bare flesh of her stocking tops, pulling at the sensitive
Speaker 1: skin with his teeth, his goaty teasing at her folds,
Speaker 1: her pussy throbbing in anticipation higher and higher, His tongue
Speaker 1: climbed her soft thighs. After painfully beautiful moments, it discovered
Speaker 1: the sudden edge of her panties, flicking harshly across her
Speaker 1: clit through the wet lace. Her pussy clutched, grasping with
Speaker 1: urgency for her impending satisfaction. Moaning loudly. The avalanche of
Speaker 1: sensation drew her eyes down. His blue eyes sparkled with
Speaker 1: mischief vivousness as her eyes met with ferocious passion over
Speaker 1: her pulsing mound. She just knew, looking at those eyes
Speaker 1: that he was grinning as his tongue teased to clip,
Speaker 1: circling it, torturing her with pleasure, immersing himself in the
Speaker 1: ecstasy of her body contorting in the raptures of a
Speaker 1: sensuous overload under his torment fuck. She moaned the sensations,
Speaker 1: forcing her legs over his shoulders. Pulling his mouth away,
Speaker 1: He looked her straight in the iron, said you forgot
Speaker 1: the ice in your coke, as he popped a cube
Speaker 1: of ice between his lips and moved her panties to
Speaker 1: one side. Ice cold water teasted her folds as his
Speaker 1: tongue pressed between them. Long strokes of his tongue traced
Speaker 1: in an electric line of pleasure up and down a
Speaker 1: pussy before he sucked on a clip, the cold caress
Speaker 1: of the ice fueling the inferno in her sex. Her
Speaker 1: body contorted in absolute pleasure as a mixture of fire
Speaker 1: and ice tormented her clit. Flick after flick of his
Speaker 1: tongue painted her pussy with the wildfire of ice and cold.
Speaker 1: Louise pressed her hips against him, unable to control the
Speaker 1: rising orgasm. She pulled his head tighter, his goaty accentuating
Speaker 1: the sensations moving through her. Grasping his cropped blonde hair,
Speaker 1: she rode her pussy against the onslaught of his mouth.
Speaker 1: As he sucked her clip between his teeth. Louise's head
Speaker 1: dropped back as her orgasm exploded through every cell of
Speaker 1: her body. Unrelenting, James continued to lash his tongue into
Speaker 1: a pussy, forcing the waves of pleasure to crash on
Speaker 1: her clit over and over again. Her pussy throbbed painfully
Speaker 1: with the overload of pleasure. Desperately, the sensations grew too much,
Speaker 1: and she pushed back from his demanding lips. James stood,
Speaker 1: taking another cable. He commanded, bend over the speaker. Trembling
Speaker 1: unsteady with the orgasm still invading her body, Louise bent
Speaker 1: over the speaker. Put your hands behind you. Obediently, she
Speaker 1: put her hands behind her back, feeling the tension in
Speaker 1: the cord as he wrapped it around her wrists, tying
Speaker 1: her firmly. Abruptly, he said, your porcelass could do with
Speaker 1: a little color, his broad hand spanking down hard on
Speaker 1: her ass, the burning sensation fueling the orgasm that still
Speaker 1: echoed through her body. Her pussy clenched with need as
Speaker 1: she moaned loudly. Again, his hand aggressively punished her ass,
Speaker 1: the sound echoing around the room, somehow fueling the stinging
Speaker 1: pleasure she felt burning in her pussy, lifting her palvis,
Speaker 1: inviting that next brutal cares, his palm burning the top
Speaker 1: of her thighs, his fingers flogging her folds. Electricity shot
Speaker 1: through every damn inch of her body. Pulsing ways of
Speaker 1: pleasure exploded from head to toe. Fuck your pussy looks
Speaker 1: 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 grassim to urge him to come. As
Speaker 1: his moons grew louder, the sound of everyone vibrating along
Speaker 1: his cock and threatening Louise's sanity. Damn, she could fill
Speaker 1: 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 louisa 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 clit, her body writhing in torturous pleasure.
Speaker 1: James moaned deeply as his body tied her, his cock
Speaker 1: swelling inside her pussy as his warm rubbed it inside her.
Speaker 1: Her own body responded so beautifully as a cascade of
Speaker 1: pleasure flooded every vein, crying out in orgasmic bliss as
Speaker 1: her pussy sucked hard onto his cock, milking it of
Speaker 1: every drop. Releasing the guitar chord, he let Louise drape
Speaker 1: over the speaker, panting. Her body spent delightful exhaustion followed
Speaker 1: the aftercloth that embraced her. James rubbed his hands over
Speaker 1: her ass, his body trembling with satisfaction. As her pussy
Speaker 1: released his cock. She could feel the warm cream of
Speaker 1: his desire caressing her thighs, sending a fresh tingle through
Speaker 1: her body, forcing a whimper from her lips. Even though
Speaker 1: she could hear him pulling his pants back up, she
Speaker 1: desperately wanted to turn and tell him how great it was,
Speaker 1: but her body betrayed her. Suddenly, she felt his chest
Speaker 1: along her back, his hand sliding up her arms before
Speaker 1: he grasped her wrists firmly attaching a new band, He
Speaker 1: whispered for tomorrow night, with a fresh wave of exhaustion.
Speaker 1: Embracing her, Louise closed her eyes. When she opened them,
Speaker 1: the room was ominously quiet, as if she was waking
Speaker 1: from a dream. Sliding from the speaker, she looked at
Speaker 1: her wrists, fingering the two bands that now adorned it.
Speaker 1: Steadying herself against the speaker, she reached between her thighs
Speaker 1: and explored the warm, thick cream that still covered them. Tomorrow,
Speaker 1: she said, lifting her finger to her lips and sucking
Speaker 1: it before smiling wildly. So next week, it's good to
Speaker 1: try some something you don't you think you never know
Speaker 1: what you'll love until you try it, at least three times,
Speaker 1: just to be sure. So until next week, and always
Speaker 1: with your pleasure in mind. This is Devil in Wild
Speaker 1: wishing you salacious dreams. As you have enjoyed tonight's story,
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