Curves for Her Rockstar

by Leslie Hunter

  Normally, I wouldn’t blindfold myself in a strange room but most Southern girls know how to fight – especially women my size. Years of teasing gives a girl a good right hook. Besides, I didn’t feel like I was in danger. Of course, I’m not sure how well I can trust my common sense. I almost smashed a historical guitar today.

  I held out my arms. “Done.”

  The side door squeaked open. Vibrations echoed throughout the floor as he walked towards me. His hands touched the side of my head and he tightened the blindfold.

  A male voice spoke out. “It’s better when you can’t see. Then you can imagine whoever you like.”

  My head tilted in agreement. There might be something to that.

  My lips pursed. The voice was familiar, but it wasn’t anyone I worked with. I saw a sliver of an opening under the blindfold when I looked down. Not enough to see who spoke but enough to verify there were only two people in the room.

  I frowned. If this was Miranda’s tricks, there are easier ways to make my life miserable. I admit I was starting to second-guess myself. Blindfolded with a strange man and a package of lingerie wasn’t normal.

  His fingertips went along my jaw and interrupted my thoughts. “Let me get a look at you.” He let out a wondering murmur. “Did I hire you last time?”

  Both of my eyebrows rose. “I don’t think so?”

  He let out another questioning murmur. “Well… tell your boss he knows how to pick them.” My nose wrinkled, and I smelled whiskey. It sloshed and echoed around in the bottle as it neared my lips.

  My head jerked back, and I shook my head. I might be blindfolded but I’m not taking a drink from a strange man.

  He let out a sad sigh. “There’s nothing in there. I wouldn’t do that.”

  I frowned. “Sorry.”

  He stayed silent. “No, it’s ok. Guess you can’t be too careful in your line of work. You must run into some real weirdos.”

  Well that confirmed it.

  His smooth callused hand stroked the side of my jaw. Lingering residuals of heat lingered for several seconds. He let out a long breath. “You are good looking one. That’s for damn sure.”

  I pulled my head back supposedly to let him get a better look at me but also adjust my viewing angle.

  My slit of sight moved. I saw tight blue jeans glued to flexed out leg muscles as my shoulders tensed.

  I swallowed hard as my heart raced. The same blue jeans as in the poster. Yeah, jeans look alike but nobody fills them out like him.

  Muffled voice and a blindfold. He doesn’t want me to know he’s Blake Brooks!

  I scratched away at the rising gooseflesh along my arm. His voice wasn’t exactly the same. I guess he changed it to make sure nobody recognized him. Makes a certain amount of sense, his voice was in the air everywhere.

  “You okay darlin’?”

  I swallowed again at the lump in my throat. My heart beat so fast it almost hurt. I tried to say something but all I could do was nod quickly.

  I was blindfolded so I couldn’t read his reaction and the room was quiet. All I heard was his rhythmic breathing.

  “First time doing this?” I heard another swallow of whiskey and the scent followed soon after.

  I shook my head. “Just not used to blindfolds.”

  He let out a soft chuckle. “Well, if you want to get paid, the blindfold stays.” He paused for a moment. “Is just my kink – a way to add a bit of fun.”

  Or for people to not recognize you.

  I took in a huge inhale and just considered my situation. Why was he hiring an escort? He could get any woman he wanted.

  I thought about the last gaggle of girls we picked up. Anyone of them would’ve slept with him. Why didn’t he pick them? They all had a nice assortment of what I think most men like. One had big tits, the other tall, one was black, another mixed race...

  My forehead scrunched, and I shook my head mentally.

  That couldn’t be it could it?

  There were all... not big. For the first time, I was grateful for the blindfold. He couldn’t see my wide eyes.

  He likes curvy girls.

  Unfortunately, it didn’t take me long to figure out why he ‘hired’ me. He’s a remarkable singer, but this business is about image. Someone like me isn’t media friendly. Sure there’s a few in the business but not many. Most look like standard Barbie models.

  So what do I do? I let out a shaky breath. Could I go through with this? Was this wrong? He wants to fuck somebody, and he likes curvy girls. Did it matter if it was me or somebody else?

  As I thought about my moral dilemma, I heard his footsteps and the soft click of a locked door. Whatever was about to happen, we had privacy.

  I guess that’s decided then.

  My heart thumped hard. Oh fuck. I’m going to fuck Blake Brooks! Technically, he was going to fuck me. I shrugged mentally. I’ll take it or rather he’ll take me.

  I pressed my legs together as a wave of liquid heat fanned out. I bit the side of my mouth as I imagined that perfect man slamming his cock deep. What would he do? Make me go down on him? Spread my legs and pound me like only a musician can? Anal? All three?

  I reached out for a shot glass of liquid courage.

  I heard a soft chuckle. “Trust me now?”

  I shook my head in agreement. Yeah, you’re Blake Brooks. Why wouldn’t I?

  He pushed into my hand and my head went back as I drank it down.. I don’t normally drink whiskey so I only had a moment of vision before my eyes watered. Just a quick glance of his muscled swimmer body, but that’s fine. I couldn’t see but I’ll feel him inside and out.

  The whiskey burned my throat, and I coughed several times.

  He let out a wondering murmur. “I’d guess whiskey’s another first for you?”

  I nodded.

  He let out a long sigh. “I guess I have to be someone’s first in your business.” He paused for a heartbeat. “I won’t make you do anything you don’t want. Hell I’ll give you the money if you want.” He paused for several quick heartbeats. “You don’t have to… you know.”

  Are you kidding? I’d take out a loan to pay you.

  I shook my head quickly. I tried to keep the excitement out of my voice but failed. “I’m fine.”

  He laughed. “Okay then. That means you and I will fuck.” His warm fingers ran along my face, down my shoulders and stopped just short of my tits. “Understand?”

  My head bobbed up and down fast.

  Hopefully I get to do that bobbing later.

  He pulled my hair back, but he wasn’t cruel. I leaned back as my tits went out and I saw more of him through the sliver in my blindfold. Thank you for not wearing a shirt.

  My throat squeezed as I saw his tight swimmer chest. Even through the thin sliver of vision, I saw his raised chest muscles. I took a long deep breath and inhaled the sweat from his performance. It wasn’t a bad smell at all. He just smelled like a man. That slightly tangy sweet almost over powering smell that makes you want to take another breath and then another. I did and smiled.

  His lips went along my neck and kissed as he went up to my ear. I let out a shaky breath as his heat turned into lingering tingles of coolness along my neck. He sucked gently at my earlobe and I squirmed in that good way where ticklishness and arousal mix.

  He left my ear and brushed his lips against my mouth. Gooseflesh went along my shoulders as a familiar wave of arousal went through my legs.

  Jesus. Blake Brooks is kissing me!

  His tongue pressed forward and spread my lips apart without permission. He didn’t know me but he knew how to pleasure. His tongue swirled around my own then pressed back. He then sucked hard pulling me into his mouth. His heat pressed against me and I just savored every wet drop of his whiskey-splashed flavor.

  Man and whiskey... not a bad taste.

  His tongue continued to explore wherever he wanted. Fine by me. Every corner of my mouth was satisfied by his warm touch. I smiled as best I could with a tongu
e in my mouth as electrical tingles fanned out with every move of his wet kiss.

  I’m sure he’s done it thousands of times before but he didn’t feel mechanical. Each suck of my tongue was the stance of a rock star or somebody who got their own way. I was his to do with as he pleased. He finally got to be with the curvy girl he desired. Besides, in his mind, he did pay for my services and me. I wasn’t about to correct him.

  His warm wet tongue slipped inside again then swirled around. Again I tasted his unique flavor along with the whiskey. My hands stayed still at the side as I just let him kiss me.

  Fuck this. Who says I just had to lay here?

  My hands went up to his sides, and I pressed in. Hard sweat covered living stone pushed back. My fingertips ran up and down sliding along the wet glistening taut skin over hard muscle. My fingertips moved to his developed chest muscles and then down to his six pack abs. I paused for a moment before running my hands back and forth over his ‘V’.

  Yeah, that’s Blake all right.

  He stiffened but continued to let me touch if not manhandle him.

  I gulped hard. I dreamt of this day. I was always careful, but I spent many a night in the bus with my hands under my panties and him on my mind. Now it wasn’t a fantasy anymore. It’s real.

  He pulled my hair back and bit my neck. Not hard enough to cause damage. Just the right amount of pain and pleasure to send lingering electric shots along my shoulders and to my throbbing pussy. My legs pressed together, and I moaned out.

  “You like that, beautiful?”

  My voice was breathy when I spoke. “Yeah.”

  “Like it rough?”

  I nodded quickly. He’s Blake Brooks. He could do whatever he wanted, and I’d play along. Rough? Yes please. Fuck me like a rock star can!

  His tongue slid back into my mouth. It wasn’t the soft tentative kiss of two people newly dating. It was aggressive, quick – even primal. It was fast and rough but not unpleasant. If anything, the passion just made it better.

  I couldn’t help but think of all the women in the world who would kill to be in my spot.

  I beat them all. The big girl from Arkansas. Every music magazine would have a field day if they saw. I’d never tell of course, but it added another nice layer of intensity.

  Another wave of liquid heat flashed throughout my legs. I wasn’t sure how many girls he’s been with but I didn’t care. If anything, they gave him the practice to make him such a great kisser. I gave a silent thank you to all the previous fans and enjoyed the fruit of his labor.

  He pulled my top off, and it dragged along part of the blindfold. It raised a fraction of an inch.

  Good, now I can see more.

  I didn’t expect to make out with a guy tonight and certainly not the top country music star on the planet.

  I wish I wore something sexy.

  He grabbed my tits through my bra and let out a long whimpering murmur.

  I couldn’t help but smile. Even his playful kneading has that goofy playfulness all guys get when they see or touch boobs. Even his celebrity billionaire status couldn’t change that. He was still a tit loving man. I smiled deeper.

  He’s adorable.

  His fingertips ran over my hard nipples several times as they grew harder still. I shimmied in place while I felt my growing moisture. He pinched hard and twisted just enough to make me yelp. He wasn’t cruel. I hurt but just enough to make me like it. Not that I’d complain. I let out a yelp before I settled into a deep guttural moan.

  My voice was slow when I spoke. “Damn that feels...”

  I shrugged mentally. I didn’t have the words. All I could do was endure the pleasurable electric throbbing as he pressed harder.

  His hand went over the rest of my chest. Fingers that played beautiful music now played me. I swallowed hard. He wouldn’t know but I closed my eyes and just savored his touches.

  This was okay, wasn’t it? He thought I was somebody else but did it matter? I’d treat him better than any escort.

  He squeezed both of my tits.

  “I have something I’d like you to wear.”

  My eyebrow rose as I pushed my tits against his hands.

  His hands lingered on my tits for several quick heartbeats before he left.

  I heard the rustling sound of him digging through the bag I brought in.

  The lingerie!

  The floor thumbed with each hurried step and I inhaled deep when he neared. His familiar manly scent entered my nose.

  “Can you get dressed blindfolded?”

  I bit the side of my mouth and nodded.

  I’ll find a way.

  I could see through the bottom slit of the blindfold. My fingertips ran along the black lace silk panties. I fingered the black pushup bra and took in a deep inhale.

  I never wore anything like this with other guys. Most of my lingerie covered up my body. I’m not proud but after being with guys who tolerate my curves – if even that – it’s hard to show off. Now I was with somebody who loved my body. I took in a deep breath of courage.

  Less is more.

  He held my shoulder while I started to undress.

  He coughed. “I want to close my eyes while you dress.” He coughed again. “I want to save uh... seeing all of you later.”

  My mouth went up in a grin.

  He kept his hand on my shoulder to make sure I didn’t tip over. I slowly raised my blindfold and his head was to the back of the mirror.

  I let out a long breath. I already knew I was with him but it felt nice to gaze at his corded back muscles. The mirrored lights reflected back as he swayed in place.

  My thumbs hooked around my panties and as expected, they were already wet with my arousal. I pushed down until they dropped around my ankles. I stepped into the black silk panties and pulled up. My eyebrow went up in approval.

  If you wanted lingerie to show off my curves, he couldn’t do better. The band went around the middle of my generous ass and hips. There’s no way you couldn’t see my curves. I put on the bra and it was just a little tight around the cup. Push both tits up and smiled at my increased size. I already had big boobs but now... wow.

  I lowered the blindfold but kept my slit of vision as his breathing grew in volume.

  Poor thing. I’m driving him crazy with waiting. Who would have thought?

  I let out a long breath. “Done?”

  His fingertips brushed against shoulders and he slowly spun me around. His voice shook as he spoke. “Wow...”

  “You like?”

  He let out a long warm breath that ran against my chest. “Oh yeah.”

  I smiled as his hands went to my ass before moving up. The silk slid against my body but I still felt the warmth of his hands as he explored every curve.

  He ran his palm over my engorged nipple and my head went back. They were already sore from arousal and his previous squeezes. The silk was thinner material, so I felt more of his touch.

  God I could have him do this all night.

  My head jerked to three knocks at the door.

  His hands left my tits and he shouted. “Go away.”

  The knocker paused then knocked again quieter. The female voice muffled through the door. “I’m from–”

  He yelled. “Fuck off.”

  Whoever it was didn’t move for several seconds before speaking again. “I’m supposed to–”

  “Go away,” I screamed.

  My hands went around his wrists as my heart pounded. The floor squeaked as the knocker walked away.

  I felt a twinge of guilt but I’d treat him better. She wouldn’t even know who she was with.

  I’ll treat you better than any hourly girl.

  I wasn’t sure if the knocker would come back so I had to hurry. Today gave me more than I dared dream, but I wanted more. Who knows what else but damn it had to be more than a kiss. I wanted his cock in my throat and then between my legs.

  That would be the ultimate. Fucked by Blake Brooks.

  My han
d ran along his jaw and I pressed my lips against him. My fingers felt the muscle of a smile and he pushed back while he ran his hands over my tits. The familiar taste of whiskey and him revisited my mouth as he continued to squeeze and knead my breasts.

  He pressed against my lips again. My lips parted in an open invitation while we continued to taste each other. After several heartbeats he pulled back. I let out a disapproving whimper.

  He laughed. “Don’t worry... there’s more to come... literally.”

  I let out a long breath. “Fuck me...”

  “Is that an invitation?” I smiled. He already knew the answer. “How about a little pre-show first?”

  I looked down through the sliver of vision as his hands went toward his zipper. He pulled down, and the room filled with the sound of him unzipping.

  Liquid heat throbbed out again, and I forced myself to remain upright. I bit my lip hard and felt my teeth clamped against the skin. I had a good idea what was about to happen.

  I’m about to suck off Blake Brooks!

  He unbuttoned his pants and pulled down. They caught around his flared out leg muscles. I reached over to help.

  “Don’t beautiful. There’s a trick to getting out of my jeans.”

  Is there now? Do tell.

  I let out a long breath and continue to bite my lip. His posters didn’t do justice to the long curved cock pressed out against his white underwear.

  I swallowed away at the lump in my throat and angled my head to get a better look.

  I have to see it for real. If I do nothing else in my life, I have to see that cock.

  He grabbed my wrist and pushed my hand against his underwear. His dick throbbed out and grew to my touch.

  Feeling is good too!

  I closed my eyes even though I was blindfolded.

  The heat of his dick radiated out to my hand. My fingers curled around his dick as best I could through his underwear and it continued to throb out with each quick heartbeat.

  I couldn’t see his cock but there was something about imagining it. My fingers went back and forth forming a visual in my mind.

  He’s bigger than most men.

  Why shouldn’t he? He’s Blake Brooks.

  My pussy continued to pulsate with each slow pass.