Cassie’s Men

by Ella Gottfried

  “Oh my god, Mark!” said Cassie. “Are you serious? I can’t believe you would even suggest something like that, you clearly have no idea how much this band means to me.”

  “I just don’t understand why this is so important,” said Mark. “I mean, music is music, isn’t it? If it has a nice, snappy beat you can dance to it, so why not go to some other concert? It’s just that the thing I have to ask you is really, really important. I want to talk about it tonight.”

  “You can talk any night,” said Cassie. “Whatever it is, it’s going to be there tomorrow night, too. If it’s so important you can just ask me now or ask me after the concert if you want.”

  “No,” said Mark. “This is something we have to talk about in person. We can’t just discuss it over the phone.”

  “Well then you’re going to have to wait,” said Cassie. “I’m not going to miss my only chance to watch the Journeymen live for a whole year just because you can’t tell me on the phone for some reason.”

  “Alright, alright,” said Mark. “I’ll talk to you later, then. Have fun at the concert.”

  “Alright, bye,” said Cassie, and she cut the call. She couldn’t believe what Mark had been saying to her. He acted so old for someone so young. She could understand her father acting this way, but Mark was her boyfriend. She had shared things with him that she had never told anyone. She had fucked him!

  How could he still be so ignorant of what Cassie wanted in life? She was feeling more and more like her relationship with Mark was doomed to fail. She didn’t want it to be this way, in the beginning Mark had been so good to her, so caring and loving, but she just couldn’t stand listening to him suggest going to a Drake concert instead of a Journeymen concert. If he really loved her, he would have understood why she wanted to go to this concert so badly.

  Chapter Four

  Cassie was dressing up for the concert. She couldn’t wait to listen to the Journeymen live. They were promoting their new album, and Cassie had stood in line for a whole day to be one of the first people to get it.

  She desperately wanted to hear these sounds live. She had read so much about the Journeymen’s live performances, she knew that they were experts at working the crowd. Even watching videos of them performing live made her so excited and pumped up, she couldn’t even imagine what actually listening to them was going to be like.

  Cassie put on a Journeymen t shirt and a short, cute skirt and looked at herself in the mirror. She had a purple streak in her hair and a nose piercing. She had a very different and unique look but this was what made her so attractive. Boys everywhere would drool for Cassie and her alternative look.

  Cassie had a theory that the reason she was able to pull this look off so well was that she believed in the culture. She was a rock music listener through and through, and this was what made her so talented at achieving this fine balance of alternative style and mainstream attractiveness.

  She got to the concert venue very early because she was so excited to see them. She wasn’t taking anyone because all of her college friends who had enjoyed Journeymen were too busy with work to go to a concert even though it was a Saturday night. This was the aspect of working in a relaxed environment that Cassie loved; she didn’t earn as much as other people but she had a lot of free time to spend what she did earn on enjoying herself.

  After about half an hour the stadium that her favorite band was performing in had filled up completely. She stood as close to the stage as possible; she wanted an unobstructed view of all of the band members.

  The concert began a few minutes late, but Cassie didn’t mind. She loved the energy of the crowd that she was a part of. The Journeymen was one of the biggest bands in the world, and people were extremely pumped up and excited at their concerts, so much so that just being a part of their crowd became such an intense and unforgettable experience.

  Cassie cheered so hard that her throat hurt when the band came on stage. The first person on stage was the drummer, Dave, who started playing a groovy drumbeat. Dave was the energetic one, he was the hard partier that interacted the most with fans, almost as much as the vocalist did. The second person on stage was the bassist, Larry, a more reserved and quiet figure. He was an extremely talented musician, but he was far too quiet to peacock himself the way the others did. He started playing a groovy bass line to go with the drum beat that David was playing.

  The third person on stage was the guitarist, Rob. He was a more cocky personality. He had an aura of mystery about him, the kind of vibe that made you wonder what he was thinking all the time. He was the main musical force in the band, the guy that wrote all of the songs that the band played live. He started playing a mean guitar line that complemented the drum and bass grooves.

  The last person on stage was the mighty John. He was the most bombastic and expansive personality on stage, and while he was there all eyes were on him. He commanded the crowd to cheer and the crowd did as he said. He controlled the crowd completely; it was as if he was a puppeteer and the crowd was composed entirely or marionettes.

  John did a countdown and the band seamlessly shifted from the intro jam to the first song of the set list. It was one of the most exhilarating experiences of Cassie’s life to watch this band live; they truly were everything that she had hoped they would be, and they even managed to exceed her lofty expectations several times.

  Cassie’s eyes remained transfixed on John throughout the show. His lean, muscular arms that were bare in the black wife beater he was wearing, his long hair that was silky, yet simultaneously so manly. She could almost smell the masculinity off of him, and she found herself getting incredibly horny.

  The show became an exercise in restraint. Cassie had to stop herself from jumping over the barrier and hopping on stage. She wanted John so badly, she wanted him to do things to her that no man had ever done before.

  Cassie was hornier than she had ever been in her life.

  Chapter Five

  Cassie rushed into her apartment and hurriedly locked the door behind her. She was so wet, and thoughts of John were just making her wetter.

  She lay on the bed and began to imagine him teasing her clit. She slowly stroked her hand over her pussy and imagined that it was John’s hands that was stroking her.

  She built an intricate fantasy of how John would fuck her. She imagined rushing the stage and in spite of all of the security John would let her stay on.

  She imagined him unclothing her right there on stage in front of the thousands of people that were watching. It made her so horny to think of so many eyes watching her being fucked by one of the greatest rock stars in the history of rock music.

  She tried to imagine what his cock was like. He had been wearing tight leather pants, so trying to imagine what it looked like wasn’t all that difficult. The bulge had been quite prominent, so it was clear that John was very well endowed.

  How could he be so perfect and so talented, such an amazing vocalist, so sexy with his long hair and lean body, and an enormous cock to boot? Cassie wondered how it would fit inside her. Would his cock stretch her pussy out or would it slide right in, teasing her and making her clench her pussy to feel the pleasure that she was so desperate for.

  Cassie had heard tell of John’s sexual antics. He was an absolute beast, and was very wild in bed. He was famous for fucking the groupies that often followed the band, and if the rumors were true then he had a thing for spanking and biting.

  That was just how Cassie liked it. She imagined his teeth nibbling on her nipples, teasing tiny little pulses of oh so pleasurable pain out of it. Everything about this was beyond perfect, it was just the kind of fucking that Cassie enjoyed. Kinky, rough but sensual at the same time.

  John did not pound her in this fantasy. He was rough and merciless in his thrusts but he did not thrust away like someone who watched too much porn. He aimed his thrusts, making sure that he hit her pussy just right every single time. It was such a turn on, she wanted it to happen in real life so badly.<
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  She slipped two fingers into her pussy and began to jerk them upwards. This was the level of roughness that John would fuck her with, this was how he would aim his cock at her pussy and ram it until she came like mad.

  She was inching ever closer to a thunderous climax, and her pussy kept clenching of its own accord. Every time it clenched it pressed her g-spot even closer to her fingers, and this induced even more stuttering waves of pleasure that covered her entire body.

  It was like she was covered in a blanket of pleasure, a blanket that was almost suffocating her only this suffocation was very sweet and sensual. Cassie slapped her pussy, enjoying the pain that ripped across it, pain that was practically pleasure. It was the kind of pain that you felt when you scratched an itch; almost unbearable but at the same time oh so satisfying.

  Cassie jerked her fingers up harder, faster, and desperate to get to that orgasm that was approaching. She was almost there... she was almost there... until finally she tumbled over the edge into the vast chasm of pleasure that was her orgasm.

  As her body was wracked with the pleasurable spasms of orgasm, Cassie snapped her legs shut and squeezed them together. This made little orgasmic explosions erupt within her pussy.

  When it was over, she lay down and enjoyed the cool air that the fan was blowing across her skin, covered in a light layer of sweat. Even though she had just experienced a wondrously powerful orgasm, she wanted nothing more than to fuck John. She sighed as she thought of how improbable it was that she was ever going to be able to experience that.

  The End of Book 1 of 5

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  Book 2: Her Affair Journey

  by Ella Gottfried

  Copyright © 2015 All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the author.

  This book is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  This story has erotic themes and is suitable for adults, 18+ only.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter One

  Marcie stared out her window at the busy city beneath her. She watched all the people, daydreaming about what they were on their way to do.

  Since moving to the city, her husband Gibson had been working longer hours than ever. She was proud of his success, but she was bored, and with him gone so much, lonely.

  She snapped out of her trance when she noticed Gibson waving up to her from the sidewalk. He smiled, holding a box under his arm as he headed into the front doors.

  When he walked into the apartment, Marcie jumped up from the chair in front of the window and ran to him, hugging him tightly around the neck.

  “Is that for me?” she asked.

  “Yes it is,” he said, smiling wildly.

  “What is it? Let me see,” she said, trying to grab the box from under his arm.

  He laughed, holding it above her out of her reach.

  “Just hold on, I haven’t even gotten a proper hello yet,” he said.

  Marcie smiled, watching his eyes dance as they looked at her. She loved his smile; it was so warm and kind. His eyes were deep green, wide, and always seemed to have a sparkle in them, even when he was exhausted.

  She tiptoed to reach his lips, softly pressing hers against them. His arm reached around her, pulling her in close, and then his tongue slid into her mouth with a passionate force.

  Her legs felt weak as he finally let her go. The only time he ever seemed to show that aggressive and passionate side was after a long business trip out of town. A part of her looked forward to him leaving, just for the passion when he returned.

  “Was that a proper hello?” she asked.

  “I guess it will have to do,” he teased.

  He handed her the box that was gift wrapped in blue and yellow-striped paper. She untied the ribbon, and then carefully removed the bow before lifting the lid.

  “A camera!” she exclaimed.

  “Not just any camera, it’s top of the line,” he boasted.

  Marcie pulled the camera from its box, and then opened up the lenses that were boxed beside it. She couldn’t believe he bought this for her, not that the expense was too much, he could afford that, but she didn’t think he listened to her when she mentioned her love for photography.

  “See, I do listen to you,” he said, as if he read her mind.

  “Thank you!” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck.

  “I know you said you get bored around here, so now you have something to do,” he said proudly.

  “Yes, and I can look for some freelance work,” she said with a smile.

  “You know there is no need for you to work Marcie. It’s just something you love to do, and thanks to my job, you have plenty of time to do it,” he said.

  Marcie didn’t understand why it meant so much to him for her not to work. She loved photography, sure, but she also would love to get paid to do what she loved. Wasn’t that the American dream she thought to herself.

  She pulled out the instructions and started reading about the settings on the camera, studying it like it was information on a huge test coming up.

  She noticed Gibson walk into the bedroom with his suitcase once he’d seen he had occupied her with her gift.

  Marcie couldn’t wait to try it out. Her cheap digital camera didn’t offer the angles and the resolution she needed for the shots she wanted, and now, she could spend her days in the city instead of just watching it from her window.

  Gibson came back into the living room and sat down on the couch. He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV to CNN. Marcie watched him as he soaked in the information being fed to him from the rectangular monitor on the wall, wondering if he was avoiding the proper hello he asked for.

  “So, I guess instead of just giving you the proper hello, I need to add a proper thank you to that now too,” she said with a smile.

  She crawled over to him, placing her hands on his knees. Her fingers worked on his button to unfasten it, and then pulled his zipper down, exposing his grey boxers.

  “I’m exhausted,” Gibson said with an apologetic smile.

  “You don’t have to do anything,” she whispered.

  Her hand slid inside of his shorts, rubbing the soft flesh that is beneath it. Her fingers worked his meat into her hand, slowly stroking him as she stared into his eyes.

  His smile turned to a grin, and then he lifted his ass to pull down his pants and his boxers. Marcie used her free hand to remove his shoes, and then his pants while she continued to stroke his hardening cock.

  “You must be enjoying this,” she said with a grin.

  Gibson brushed her hair away from her face as she took him into her mouth.

  She pushed her lips over the head of his cock, flicking her tongue at the tip to tease him. Her teeth gently slid along his sensitive skin making him squirm and let out a soft moan.

  As she cupped his balls in one hand, gently squeezing them, her other hand stroked his cock, as if it were a guide for her mouth to follow.

  “That feels so good baby,” Gibson said softly.

  Her mouth pushed further onto his shaft until she had his entire cock in her mouth. She could feel him tickle the back of her throat as she bounced her head towards his hips. Her fingers tightened around his balls, and then began massaging them until she felt them draw up towards his body.

  His cock swelled in her mouth, and then began to throb as s
he increased her stroking speed.

  “Baby,” he moaned as his head tilted back onto the couch cushion.

  Marcie felt his load work its way to the tip of his cock and into her mouth. The salty liquid oozed into her mouth, squirting down her chin when she was full.

  She continued sucking, loving the way he squirmed and moaned at his cock’s sensitivity after he cum.

  After she wiped her mouth, she stood up, held out her hand to invite him into the bedroom, and was faced with the apologetic smile she hated so much.

  “I’m kinda spent. Can I give you a rain check?” he asked.

  Marcie smiled, released his hand, and then sat down beside him, watching as he slid his boxers back around his body.

  He was only a few years older than her. So at 28, she felt he should still be able to go again, or at the very least have enough energy to satisfy her after she just swallowed his salty load.

  She grabbed her box and went into the bedroom to play with her camera.

  Chapter Two

  She read every last page of the instruction manual for her camera while Gibson watched CNN in the other room. By the time he came to bed, she felt she had mastered the camera and was ready to use it in the morning.

  “Do you like your camera?” he asked.

  “I love it!” she said.

  He climbed on to the bed next to her, turning off the light on the nightstand, and then rolling over to face her.

  His hand rested on her hip, causing her to think he was ready to return the favor from earlier.

  “You ready for round two?” she asked.

  “I wish I could, but I have a long day in the morning.” he said, leaning in to kiss her on the forehead.