Rockstar Eats My Pussy
It feels so good when the famous, rich, older, more experienced man sucks my clit and fingers my hole!
(Rocked Hard serial, Part 3, by Jamie Knight)
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As the sounds and lights blared all around me, I looked up at the hot rockstar who was playing on stage and I could swear he was looking back at me, too!
I’d met Erik when I was out with my friend a couple weeks ago and his band had been playing at the venue we were eating at. I’d had the feeling that he was flirting with me.
Since he was so much older than me, though, and since I was a shy virgin, I’d left.
And I’d regretted it ever since! Not to mention the fact that I’d been fantasizing about him, rubbing my pussy until I came due to all the naughty thoughts I’d been having about him, ever since as well.
I had to admit that I’d started stalking his band online after that. I’d found out that he would be back in town for this concert, and so I’d made sure to get a ticket right in the front row. It had cost so much that I’d blown all my savings, and my friend couldn’t come because it was so expensive.
But it was worth it stare up at his chiseled chest and six-pack abs as he played the electric guitar on stage. I imagined him picking me up with his strong arms and carrying me off somewhere where he could fuck me for my very first time.
Once the concert was over, he pointed at me and called me up on stage.
I couldn’t believe it! I guess he really did feel the same way about me as I felt about him.
My heart was pounding as I walked up to him. So many other woman were trying to get closer to him and talk to him, but the band’s security guards were pushing them all away. A few were even taking off their underwear and throwing them at him!
But Erik’s eyes were fixed solely on me as he took my hand and pulled me into to his muscular chest.
“Well, hello, beautiful,” he said, as he winked at me. “Fancy seeing you again… at my concert, of all places.”
“Hello.”
It was all I could say back because I felt so shy! I didn’t want to admit the lengths I’d gone to to come see him.
“I’m glad you’re here, because I haven’t been able to stop thinking about these hot curves of yours,” he told me, as he looked me up and down.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you either,” I admitted, my voice quiet.
“Let’s do something about that,” he said, as he whisked me backstage.
He pulled me into a private room and shut the door behind us. Then he started kissing me and I happily reciprocated, wrapping my tongue around his and enjoying his manly scent mixed with his delicious taste.
After breaking away from the kiss, Erik looked down at me. It was like he couldn’t stop staring at me, to the extent that he’d even had to stop kissing me just so that he could do more staring.
Now I was gazing into his brown eyes and at his tall, broad shoulders while wondering how big his cock was. I had a feeling he wanted to show it to me, and I decided to put that theory to the test.
I didn’t know what came over me, except that I wanted to keep flirting with him more.
I spun around in front of him and said, “You really do like these curves of mine, don’t you?”
“Sorry,” he said, snapping his head away, like he’d been staring into the sun. “I don’t mean to be rude but I just can’t take my eyes off you. I’ve been dying to squeeze that perfectly plump ass of yours. I really do love your curvy body.”
“You want to squeeze it now?” I responded, feeling bolder than ever by his advances.
I couldn’t believe that I- just an 18-year-old virgin- was here making out with a man who was at least twice my age, and so famous and rich. And it was emboldening me, causing me to be braver than I’d ever been, because I was feeling sexier than I’d ever felt.
“You bet I do,” Erik replied. “If you’re willing to get into a good enough position for me to be able to do that.”
“Okay,” I said.
“Call me Sir,” he commanded me.
“Yes, Sir.”
It was just like in my fantasies! I couldn’t believe they were actually coming true. I wanted to make Erik feel so good and I wanted him to make me feel good, too. It seemed I was turning into a slut for him… and yet I loved it!
I got down on my knees, facing away from him, my hands flat on the arm of a chair that was in front of me. My ass was sticking up in the air and the skirt I was wearing was hitched up high. I’d worn a thong, so my ass cheeks were on full display for him now.
Erik grabbed ahold of one of my them and squeezed it. Then he put the other one in his second hand, getting a good grip on both of them as he started massaging them.
“This is exactly what I’ve been wanting to do,” he told me.
“I’ve been wanting you to do it, too.”
“Are you going to let me do anything I want to you?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
Erik spanked one of my ass cheeks, making it sting, but I liked it.
“You’re such a bad girl,” he said, “offering yourself up to an older rockstar like me, to do anything I want to you.”
He slapped my other ass cheek and then started rubbing it, before going back to the first one that he’d hit.
“That’s okay, though,” he murmured in a soothing voice. “You’re allowed to be a bad girl for me and me alone.”
He stroked me a bit more first before taking a handful of my ass again, this time easing me into contact with his cock, which was poking at it from behind.
It definitely felt big. And very hard.
“Fuck yeah,” Erik said, as if he’d discovered gold. “Just having the head of my cock up against your hot little ass feels every bit as amazing as I thought it would.”
His other hand started getting in on the action as he rubbed his cock while he kneaded and squeezed my ass like fresh dough, making me even more excited than before. There was no two ways about it: I had really needed him to touch me.
I was so happy my fantasy was coming true that my panties were getting drenched. I decided it was time to get rid of them.
So, I eased them down to my knees, taking off my skirt as well, before throwing both articles of clothing to the side. The scent of my aching pussy was strong in the room as I waited for Erik to react.
“Good girl. You must really want me to put my big cock into this tight little cunt of yours, don’t you?” he asked, his fingers already caressing the lips of my tight pussy hole.
He started stretching it all the way open, as if wanting to be sure to get a good look at it. I almost felt embarrassed at the amount of wetness that was running out of it, but there was something about being with Erik that made me feel like it was okay to let loose and let go, to drop my inhibitions and be as slutty as I wanted to be.
“Yes, Sir” I gasped. “It will be my first time.”
“You’re a virgin?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“I thought you might be. You look so young and innocent. You’re 18, though, right?”
“Yes, Sir,” I told him, nodding confidently. “I had a birthday last month. Just before I met you, actually.”
“Well, then we must have been meant to be. Because you won’t stay a virgin for long. I’m going to change that.”
I was glad to hear it- especially the part about us being meant to be. And whatever he wanted to do was fine with me. In fact, every part of me wanted him inside it, urgently.
I was unable to imagine doing these things with anyone but Erik. It was almost like we were soulmates.
“You really are tight,” he observed, after managing to fit a finger into my pussy.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“No, don’t apologize, baby girl. It’s a good thing. For me, anyway. I can’t wait to put my big cock into this tight little hole of yours. But it might hurt for you. Is that okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle. At least at first. But I need to warn you: I can’t help it if your little pussy feels so good that I want to really tear into it after a while, though.”
“Okay, Sir.”
His gruff voice turned me on. I relaxed even more as he fingered me, his slick digits sliding lightly inside me, getting me ever closer to my first-ever assisted orgasm.
Just before I hit my peak, trembling slightly, he stopped, and began massaging my clit instead.
“Have patience, baby girl; we still have lots more to do before I let you cum,” he said.
“Yes, Sir.”
I felt frustrated that he hadn’t let me cum, yet excited about what else he was going to do to me.
He returned to his position behind me, and I looked back as Erik lowered his head between my legs, his hands still holding my ass just so.
“Oh, my God!” I gasped, as his tongue made contact with my pussy.
He hadn’t even taken my whole pussy into his mouth yet and I was already going into a faster orbit, just from the feeling of his tongue licking my clit.
Once he started sucking it, though, Erik caused the earlier beginnings of my orgasm to resurface. A wave of euphoria washed over me as Erik nibbled, licked, sucked and even bit me.
“Oh, yes. Oh!” I called out.
My nerve endings tingled as he continued to work my pussy with his mouth. Seeming to know his way around it like he’d been studying a map, he hit all the sweet spots more than once, gifting me with the most amazing feeling of pleasure I’d ever had.
“Oh, that feels so good, Sir,” I blurted out, not even caring what a slut I sounded like.
In fact, I wanted to be a slut for him. I loved being on my knees with my pussy and ass exposed to him while he sucked my clit and fingered my hole. I loved being his bad girl.
He was gripping my ass cheek with his free hand, squeezing and slapping it. It was bouncing all around above his head as he kept eating out my pussy.
“That’s good, baby girl,” he said, his voice muffled in my pussy. “Cum in my mouth. I want to suck your juices out of you.”
“Yes, Sir,” I managed to get out as my orgasm came roaring forth, my entire being trembling in response.
The orgasms I’d had while masturbating to the thought of Erik had been amazing, but they paled in comparison to Erik’s sexual mastery in real life.
I was so glad I’d come here so that this older, more experienced man could make me feel this good!
I moaned, squirmed and called out his name over and over as he lapped up the cum that was pouring out of my pussy and into his mouth.
With a final moan, my head met the soft leather of the arm of the chair that I was still holding between my hands.
After gathering me into his arms, Erik held me close, my face pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he patted my still-tingling pussy while I came back down from that amazing high.
“You okay?” he asked, as my trembling subsided while he held me in his strong embrace.
“I’m more than okay,” I told him. “That felt amazing.”
“Good. Because that was just me getting you warmed up for everything else I plan to do to you. Now it’s really time to rock and roll.”
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