An Older Rockstar Makes Me Suck His Cock
He wants me to let him do whatever he wants with my mouth- and every other part of my body.
And I want to let him!
(Rocked Hard serial, Part 2, by Jamie Knight)
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All week long, no longer how hard I tried not to, I could not stop thinking about Erik, the hot rockstar I had met at the bar when my friend and I had gone to see a concert. He was a rockstar member of the band.
In fact, the more I tried not to think about him, the more I did, and here I was in my room, fantasizing about him yet again.
He was older than me, and probably a lot more experienced, especially considering that I’d never even had sex before. He seemed to me to be the perfect man to let pop my cherry. But for now, anyway, it could only happen in my head.
With my hand on my belly, I started out slow and light, still requiring a level of coaxing, even when making love to myself. I wished that Erik was here to take my virginity, but since he wasn’t, my hand was all I had.
My breath slowed to a regular ebb, like the sound of a rolling tide in the night, and my eyes closed as my fingers wandered distinctly downward.
They traveled over my pelvis and then down between my lower pussy lips, adding a little more pressure all the time. Somewhere between waking and sleep, I stepped into the fantasy, seeing what my subconscious had in store for me.
In my fantasy, Erik and I were at a Christmas party where his band had been playing while people danced, but now their set was over. So, we found a private room together, where his scent, a mixture of manly musk and cinnamon, wafted across the narrow space between us, lighting up my senses like a Christmas Tree. With his sexy eyebrows raised, he turned towards me as my excitement increased even more.
My heart was pounding, my palms were sweaty and my panties were drenched because my pussy was dripping wet for him!
“I’ve been wanting to fuck you ever since the first night I saw you at the bar,” he told me.
“I feel the exact same way.”
“Good. Are you going to let me do it, then?”
“Yes.”
“Call me Sir,” he commanded me. “You’ll let me put my big cock in your tiny little pussy?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Have you ever even done that before?”
“No, Sir.”
“You’ll let me fuck you for your very first time? Tonight? You’ll give me that virgin pussy of yours as a Christmas gift?”
“Yes, Sir.”
In fact, there was nothing I wanted more.
But I didn’t want to tell him how much I yearned for him. How much my pussy had been aching to be filled with his undoubtedly big cock.
I felt weak with need and desire, and like he had full control over me. I loved when he made me call him Sir, and when he talked to me in that authoritative, commanding voice.
It made me want to give into whatever he wanted from me. And it brought out a part of me I had never known existed-a slutty, wild, uninhibited part of me that wanted to beg him to fuck me all night long and to use and abuse me like I was his sex toy. I wanted his hands all over my body like it was a guitar. He could play me like the strings, making me hum and buzz and sing for him.
“Take off your clothes,” he commanded me. “Let me see that amazingly gorgeous, curvy body of yours.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said, and did as he had instructed.
Once I was naked, he stared at every inch of me, reaching a hand down to touch his cock. I could tell from the bulge in his pants that it was swelling with lust for me just as my pussy was gaping and quivering with need for him.
“Good girl,” he said approvingly. “You like taking your clothes off for me and being naked for me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Great. Because now I’m going to take what’s mine. I’m going to touch you and make you feel so good, and nice and ready for my cock to enter you for your very first time. Okay?”
“Okay.” I took a deep breath before adding, “Sir.”
“Good. It will hurt at first but I promise I’ll make you feel so good that you’ll forget the pain. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Sir.”
In fact, I had never been more ready for anything!
In my fantasy, Erik turned me towards him and then his hand appeared between my legs, gently stroking the aching need away, finally fulfilling my every desire and giving my pussy just what it needed: his big hands touching and rubbing it all over. My head was leaning back as my legs opened wider for him, giving him full access to what he wanted, letting him play with me and do whatever he wanted to me.
Load moans escaped my mouth as he continued to massage my pussy. He could tell how much I wanted him because my juices were dripping out all over his hands as he pinched my clit and finger-fucked my hole and cupped my lips.
I was being driven mad with desire and pleasure. And he could tell. His fingers rubbed my clit harder, picking up their pace.
“Oh,” I moaned, both in my head and on my bed, as my own fingers did to me what I wished his were doing.
“’Oh,’ is right, Baby girl,” he grunted. “You’re so wet for me. You want my big cock so bad.”
“Yes, Sir, I do, please,” I practically begged.
“You want it in your young virgin pussy? Stretching your tight little hole open and stuffing it full for your very first time?”
“Yes, Sir, I do! I want it so bad. Please, please fill my pussy with your cock.”
“Well, first you have to have it in your mouth. And I want you in my mouth, too.”
“Okay,” I agreed readily, because that arrangement sounded good to me.
His hand came down fast on my ass cheeks, striking each of them in turn with a slapping blow.
“You didn’t say ‘Sir,'” he informed me.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” I said, trying not to cry at how much it stung.
He grabbed ahold of my ass cheeks hard, squeezing them and making them bounce.
“These are mine,” he said. “Every part of your body is mine and if you don’t do as I say, I’ll have to punish you. Okay?”
“Yes, Sir, I understand.”
The sting on my ass felt good now, as if it meant he had claimed me and marked me as his own.
With a slight turn of his hand, he got things lined up just right to fit a finger inside me. One quickly turned into two as I grabbed onto the arms of my chair and let him focus on finger-fuck me.
Staying fairly shallow at first and playing with my clit, Erik soon leaned in as he continued working me. Soon his mouth was covering my sensitive throat with passionate kisses and licks as he was playing with my pussy, causing me to add gasps to mingle with the moans he was already coaxing out of me.
His free hand was stroking my thigh as he fingered my pussy hole, going further and deeper all the time. After getting me to the very peak of my ecstasy, my back arching as the orgasm hit, Erik slid his fingers out from my pussy, making me immediately feel needy for him again. It was like my hole was completely empty without him, gaping wide open and dripping its juices for him, begging him to fill me with something: his fingers, his mouth, his cock.
“Fuck yeah, look at those big, perfect tits of yours, with their hard nipples pointing at me,” he said, as if pausing for a moment to continue admiring my body.
He pinched and twisted my nipples.
“Whose tits are these?” he asked me. “Whose nipples?”
“They’re yours, Sir.”
“That’s right. They are.”
No man had seen me quite so intimately, yet I made no attempt to hide or cover up, my legs opening wider, even, so that he could see everything and do whatever he wanted with me. He’d given me so much pleasure already, and yet everything he did kept feeling so good that I wanted more and more.
After placing his hands on my knees, he caressed my thighs all the way up to my hips and then went back down again, making my poor pussy ache with anticipation, each time hoping the next trip he made would be the one when he touched it again.
He never did though. Instead, he brought his hands back down, resting them on my knees as he knelt in front of me, pushing my legs open at the same time.
“Oh!” I moaned, as he started in with his tongue, giving me just the right amount of pressure as he orally pleasured my tight, virgin pussy.
His mouth lapped at my hole as my juices poured out of me. And his thumb rubbed my clit while he pushed a few fingers in and out of my pussy hole.
He was sucking on my clit like it was a cherry and he was trying to get the pit out. The suction and pressure he was applying was the perfect mix to bring me to the heights of pleasure.
“Oh, yeah, that feels so good. Yesssss,” I cooed, as the powerful orgasm hit me.
“Call me Sir,” he said, spanking my ass and grabbing my ass cheeks and pulling them apart as he kept sucking my clit while I was cumming all over his mouth, squirming and quivering. “If you don’t call me Sir, I’m going to make sure I take this ass of yours, too.”
He stuck a finger in my ass hole and played with it as I finished cumming, gasping with pleasure as I said, “I’m sorry, Sir. Yes, Sir. My ass is yours. You can have whatever you want.”
In that moment I wanted him to fuck me everywhere and claim all my holes as his own.
Once my orgasm subsided, Erik said, “Now it’s your turn to make me feel good. I’m going to make you suck my big cock like the little slut I know you want to be for me. Get on your knees and get ready to eat my big dick, you little whore.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said, feeling very much like his whore–and loving that feeling.
He sat back and undid his pants. I licked my lips as I stared at his majestic manhood. Just his musky scent was enough to drive me wild.
Lowering awkwardly to my knees, feeling the carpet under me, I took his cock in my hand, savoring the warm soft pulse of his shaft. It was way bigger than I thought it would be, and I had already been thinking it was huge.
I was afraid it wouldn’t fit in my mouth, let alone my pussy, and I began to be slightly afraid of it hurting me. And yet I still wanted it so badly that I ignored the fear and went for it, doing whatever he wanted to do. I loved pleasing him and pleasuring him.
Starting with his balls, I sucked each one in its turn, and then I ran my tongue along the length of his shaft, only hoping that my licks gave him an iota of the pleasure that his had given me.
I savored each one of his twitches and moans as I licked him like a candy cane, swirling my tongue around the delicious, salty head at the top of each lap. Working up my courage, I opened my mouth, taking him in.
Little by little, I eased my way down his shaft, getting it to roughly half-mast before I closed my lips around his cock and sucked all the way back up to the head, before shoving it down my throat again and chugging hard. It wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be to suck his dick, although it was so big that it was hurting my jaw as he shoved it further down my throat.
“Fuck yeah,” my sexy rockstar moaned. “Suck my cock, just like that. Good girl. Choke on my cock.”
I was gagging and tears came to my eyes but I kept going, deep throating him as much as I could.
“Oh yeah, right there. That’s gonna make me cum. I’m gonna blow my load in your mouth and I want you to eat all of it. Suck up every last drop like a little slutty whore, do you understand?”
With one hand he grabbed ahold of my ass, slapping it and squeezing it, and with his other, he was pinching and twisting my nipple.
“Yes, Sir,” I said, my voice muffled by his cock that was filling it up, as I was getting ready to accept whatever was about to pour into my mouth.
“Good,” he grunted. “Because this ass is mine. These tits are mine. Your mouth is mine to fill up with my cum whenever I want. And your pussy is going to be mine for the taking after this.
His cock started to pulse and throb in my mouth. I felt his cum start to shoot into my mouth.
With his hands on the back of my head urging me on, I sucked him dry, his massive load filling my mouth with his warm thick liquid.
“Good job, Baby girl,” he said approvingly. “You know how to make me feel good. You’re such a little slut for me and I love it.”
Swallowing down his cum in my fantasy while I made myself cum in real life, I rubbed my clit fast and hard with one hand while my other one was deep inside me, my fingers being hugged tight by my pussy walls. I was panting and moaning by the time my fantasy and my orgasm were over. I wished this was happening in real life, and was determining to make sure that it did.
As gently as I could, I withdrew my fingers from my pussy hole one by one, my cheeks flushed with a bit more than exertion. They seemed to be exhibiting pure joy. After so many years of basically feeling nothing sexual at all, all of a sudden, desire and pleasure all seemed to be coming to me at once.
I couldn’t help but think it might be my sexual awakening, brought on at age 18 by meeting my hot rockstar who was nearly twice my age and who had a lot more experience than I did. I knew he would know how to work my body perfectly. And I could only hope that he would soon come and take my virginity in real life.
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The End… or is it? There’s are more parts of this Serial. So, to keep reading…