Curves for Her Rockstar

by Leslie Hunter

  He let out a long moan. “That’s nice but I bet your lips are better.”

  Oh! Let’s test that theory shall we?

  His thumb hooked around his underwear and pulled down. His dick bobbed up – giving the signal to play. The elastic waistband pulled over his wet and sticky glans. For a moment a silver thread of cum connected from his dick to his underwear.

  It broke as his underwear fell to the ground. I let out a soft gasp hoping he didn’t hear.

  Most celebrities have a bigger than life mentality to them. Some don’t live up to the legend. I heard a few don’t have sex because they feel they can’t measure up. That wasn’t the case here.

  It was a good inch longer than most men and a bit thicker. The end of his dick was already wet and sticky and I couldn’t help but grin wide.

  That’s because of me.

  Most guys won’t turn down easy pussy but I knew he wanted more than that. He wasn’t a man who forced himself to ignore my curves. They weren’t something to tolerate but rather admire, even adore.

  I know I’m not society’s conventional idea of beauty but I’m not hideous. That said, it felt nice to have someone tell me I was pretty even if via an erect veiny dick.

  I followed the top bulged out vein from his wet glans to his trimmed pubic hair. Just clipped enough hair to be respectable but enough to scream man. I bit the other side of my mouth as I imagined his dick sliding into my mouth. He’ll stretch my lips but that’s what I’m counting on. Sex should be a challenge. Keeps it from getting boring.

  His hand went along my hair and he nudged me down until my knees met the floor. I took in a quick inhale of his sharp tangy scent. Just a hint of ammonia from his pre-arousal.

  I looked up even though I couldn’t really see everything. Somehow, that made it hotter. I’ve always liked strong man. Maybe it was because as a big girl I already dominate men. Now here was someone with height, muscles, and all the power that comes with being a celebrity. He could force me to do anything and I’d gladly comply.

  My hands shook as they went to his dick. I arched my head back so I could see but I probably could’ve figured it out. Not that hard to find a cock just a few inches from my waiting mouth.

  My fingers brushed against his veiny shaft. Heat and stickiness pressed back. My hand went around his cock and I gripped firm but gentle.

  Oh my God. It’s around Blake Brook’s cock. I forced myself to not cackle like a mad woman.

  My mouth opened in a smile as my breathing increased. I took a second to calm myself so I wouldn’t hyperventilate. The best I could do was just slow down my quick pants.

  My hand tightened, and I rocked back and forth along his shaft. Every detail of his cock pressed against my palm.

  A big dick is nice but I like that it made my hand look small.

  His stomach muscles tightened. Shadowed valleys between his hard abdominals deepened while I rocked back and forth.

  I looked up. “You like that?”

  He let out a long low breath. “Hell, yeah.”

  I could only speculate what went through his mind. As far as he knew, I didn’t know who he was. Yeah he paid for me – sort of – but I wondered about his life. He had fame and fortune, but couldn’t be with girls he liked except behind closed doors. Women threw themselves at him but he chose somebody like me.

  Then make him believe he made the right decision.

  I leaned forward and kissed the end of his slick glans. I shook as I smiled. He was salty, but I thought he tasted like the sweetest thing on earth. For a girl that likes her pastries, I should know.

  His voice shook when he spoke. “Oh man...”

  I leaned closer and swirled my tongue around his slick glans. I tasted more of his brine and swallowed while my heart raced.

  A souvenir...

  My tongue went around the swollen end of his cock again. I went back and forth along his salty slit and he shuddered hard with each pass. Men are so cute. He’s probably gotten hundreds of girls but he still acts like this is the best blowjob ever.

  My eyebrow rose. Maybe it is? He went through all this trouble to get a girl like me. Maybe he didn’t sleep with any groupies because they didn’t make him hard like a curvy girl did.

  My forehead scrunched. Oh you poor baby.

  I gave my all before but now I just wanted to reach down into my hidden depths and give him the best blowjob ever.

  Among other things.

  I only had an inch of his swollen cock in my mouth but it was enough to make him throb. I sucked and ran my tongue while he continued to pant hard. His hands tightened into fists as I leaned in and took another inch of his slick spit and pre-cum covered cock.

  His bulged out veins pushed against my lips and tongue and he buried deeper into my waiting mouth. I tightened my lips and pressed hard against his shaft.

  Part of me wanted to drag this out and savor every suck, thrust, and salty drop. Nothing lasts forever, and I didn’t know if the Phantom Knocker would return.

  I quickened my pace and his cock buried until my nose wrinkled in his pubic hair. I took in a deep inhale. Some girls complain about a man’s sweat but there’s just something primal about it. Maybe they sweat out the pheromones or it’s just something from our evolution. No matter the reason, I and my wet pussy love it.

  I tilted back and the end of his cock ran along the tip of my tongue before I leaned forward and sucked hard. It was already noisy, but the room filled with the drawn out – almost obscene – sounds of spit and pre-cum forced in and out of my mouth.

  I didn’t care. Sex – good sex – is loud. We were definitely that.

  I swallowed as his brine increased. I knew he was close.

  Come on Blake. Shoot your country star load in my waiting mouth.

  My hand went to his balls, and they contracted to my touch. They felt heavy and full of his spunk.

  My lips tightened. Let me take your load. I’ll lighten your balls.

  I sped up as I abused my own throbbing mouth with his cock. It hurt but I couldn’t help myself. There was so many reasons I wanted this. Bragging rights – even if to myself, and pride in sucking dick.

  There was more. I wanted to do something for him. He’s the one that inspired me to sing and I kind of felt sorry for him. What good was money if you can’t be with the type of girl you like?

  His breathing shook and he let out a long grunt. “Oh fuck,” he screamed. “I’m gonna come.”

  His hips bucked, and he buried his thick cock deep into my throat. I swallowed around him and felt the kick of his cock. Warm spurts of sticky cum hit the back of my throat as I smiled.

  His fingers entangled within my hair and he held me tight in place. There’s no way I could escape if I wanted to – I didn’t. There’s no way I would leave anyway.

  In my peripheral vision I saw his hard biceps flex out as he held me in place. He grunted again and shot another load down my throat. I swallowed fast, and it wasn’t long before I had another mouthful.

  His crotch jerked and spit and cum dribbled out onto my chin and onto my breasts.

  A souvenir for later.

  He wasn’t gentle as he shot his cum but he wasn’t cruel. He just wanted to fulfill that male need to bury your seed deep within a girl be it her mouth or anywhere else. That was part of it. I like to think it was also because I give a damn good blowjob.

  Judging from the amount of his wet seed splashed around my mouth and down my throat, he was in complete agreement.

  I smiled as best I could and swallowed another load of his ‘agreement’.

  He kept his long thick dick inside while his aftershocks subsided. I took in a long deep breath and smelled his increase sharp tangy sweat and arousal. Even my own wet excitement from between my legs mixed in. It smelled of sex but I wanted it to smell more.

  I swallowed around his cock about until I gripped him with my throat. He let out a moan that sounded like he was in pain but I’m sure he wasn’t.

  “Fuck, be
autiful.” He whistled low. “That’s the best blowjob I’ve had in years.”

  I sucked one last time and let his cock slide out of my mouth. My hand gripped around his cock and I continued to pump. He was still hard, but I wanted him to stay that way in case there was more fun to come.

  He let out another long whistle. “Damn good blowjob. Maybe the best ever.”

  I smiled. “Thanks, Blake.”

  I stopped with my hand still around his cock. I couldn’t see but I sensed his body tense.

  His voice was shaky and low when he spoke. “What did you say?”

  Fuck!

  I raised the blindfold and blinked at country music superstar Blake Brooks as I gripped his wet cock.

  My hand left his dick even though it pained me to do so. My lips quivered. “I won’t tell...”

  He continued to stare with wide eyes. His nostrils flared and his chest went up and down rapidly. I wasn’t sure how much was fear and how much was the best blow job in years.

  My head tilted. “Who’s going to believe me?”

  His eyes narrowed and his voice still shook. It was several seconds before he spoke. “I know you...”

  I bit my lip. “Yeah,” I said softly. “I work for you.”

  His forehead scrunched. “You tricked me.”

  My eyes shot down to the ground and then back. “Not really. You wanted someone to fuck.” I gestured toward myself and forced a smiled. “Tada?”

  His eyebrow went up. He nodded to himself and I wish I knew what he was thinking.

  “Tada? That’s all you have to say for yourself?”

  I scratched at my forearm. “What was I supposed to do? You were right there!” I gestured to his hard chiseled body. “Who wouldn’t fuck you?”

  He let out a quick laugh and shook his head.

  My heart beat. He always had a bit of a bad boy aura. I think that’s why he did so well – besides his musical talent. He looked like the boy next door but had eyes that hinted danger. At least I always thought so.

  He took a step toward me and his cock bobbed. “So my little roadie wants to get fucked by Blake Brooks?” He nodded to himself as if agreeing to an internal idea. “Okay beautiful, let’s give you what you wished for.”

  I wasn’t entirely afraid but there were something in the way he said it which made my heart race. Although if I were honest, it made my pussy throb out too.

  He snapped his finger and pointed to the couch. It was in that moment that I realized why the couch was roomy. He wanted something spacious for wide hips.

  I shook as I stood up. Wasn’t sure if it was fear or excitement – probably both.

  I laid back on the couch and it sunk with my weight. Blake’s lips pursed, and he tapped at my inner thighs. My clit tingled with each push as my wet panties clung to my lips. I wouldn’t say he was an asshole, but he was mad. I couldn’t blame him since I tricked him.

  His expression crawled into a smile. “You wanted to pull one over on Blake Brooks, did you?” He nodded his head. “Well Blake’s going to put one in you.”

  I swallowed away at the lump in my throat while my heart raced so fast it started to hurt. I wasn’t sure if he was pretending, how mad he was, engaging in his own fantasy, or just getting rid of pent up frustration.

  Maybe all the above.

  Gooseflesh rose along my arm as I considered what might happen. He was a world-famous musician, but I was in a locked room. An angry man with an erect cock was inches from my pussy and I had my legs spread.

  How much anger would he take out on me?

  Despite the worry, my body readied for his cock, finger, or tongue.

  Maybe all three.

  My panties were already wet but now they were sopping with liquid arousal.

  He sneered. “Looks like somebody’s in the mood to fuck.”

  I glanced toward his erect cock. I’m not the only one but I’m not arguing. I’m just going to stay here like a good girl with her legs apart.

  He leaned forward. “You and I are going to fuck. I’m going to explore every curvy inch of your fuckable body. You’re mine to do with as I please.” His eyebrow rose. “You understand?”

  I nodded quickly and did my best to not smile. My breath shook as I exhaled.

  I fantasized about Blake taking me and it always seemed so preposterous. Now it was about to happen for real. Fuck, I didn’t care if he was pissed.

  Actually, that’ll make it better. Nothing better than angry sex.

  My head nodded in agreement. I’m a big girl. I can take it.

  His hand pressed against my mound. I felt his heat through the wet lace fabric as I jerked.

  Jesus. Just his touch is enough to make my clit buzz.

  “Fuck. You’re wet. You get this wet for everyone?”

  I shook my head. “No, just you.”

  His eyebrow went up in wonder. It was the truth, but he was surrounded by sycophants. I guess it didn’t matter if he believed me. I’m fucked either way.

  As if in response, he pulled at my waistband. It took a few seconds of his flexed out biceps before I heard the ripping sound go through the room.

  Fuck!

  My pussy muscles clenched in response as he tore the fabric away from my body. He held up the shredded material to his nose and breathed in deep as his eyes closed. I could already smell my female musk. He looked like he was half-drunk and maybe he was – just on me.

  He mumbled so low I couldn’t understand what he was saying. All I could catch was “... you smell like a woman should.”

  He balled my wet panties and placed them on the top of the couch. His hands went under my thighs and lifted my legs up.

  My eyes widened. I can tell myself I have a curvy renaissance body but I am heavy. There’s pounds in my cushion. Still he lifted me up like I was nothing. I smiled.

  His eyebrow went up. “This is more than you deserve for tricking me...”

  I was about to say something but he leaned forward and shoved his face against my wet lips. I only had a moment to consider the situation before he ran his long wet tongue from the bottom of my slit to just before my clit.

  My lips pressed together as my eyes widened.

  He moaned against my pussy and it sounded like “so fucking good.” He flattened his tongue and licked hard and slow, spreading my pink lips apart.

  My mouthed opened wide in a noiseless scream as I clenched my fists. I didn’t have his defined muscles but I could see my body tighten as he went back and forth with his flat tongue.

  His lips butterfly touched the end of my clit and electric fire went out through every nerve ending. I couldn’t see but I felt my slick pussy slide against his face.

  His tongue went around my clit in a slow circle just like I did to his cock. I screamed loud as he found that perfect pressure between too hard and not enough. I wanted to cry because it felt too good if there was such a thing.

  Back and forth he went, adding to the wetness between my legs. Either by instinct or experience, he knew how fast to go. If he was any faster or deeper, I would’ve come against his face already.

  He knew the perfect amount to keep me in that painfully pleasurable edge. There was nothing for my pussy muscles to grab on to but that didn’t stop them from trying. I contracted hard against his face and felt his smile.

  He gave one long lingering wet circle around my clit before pulling back. He let out a long breath while I continued to throb below.

  “As I said, it’s more than you deserve.”

  Yeah, like you didn’t like it. Of course, I wasn’t about to give him any sass. I could already claim– even if it was just to myself – that I spent an evening with Blake Brooks. I shook my head mentally. Not good enough. I wanted everything, and that includes his swollen veiny dick.

  My legs went on his shoulders as he gripped his cock. His taut hard arm went back and forth as he jerked his cock to full erection.

  “Told Miranda we’re too soft on the roadies.” He narrowed his eyes. />
  I forced myself to not smile.

  “They think they can just come in and have their way with Blake Brooks.”

  The adjusted my legs until the end of slick dick brushed against my wet folds.

  I clenched hard desperately trying to grab his cock through my muscles. Even if I could, there’s no way I could keep him in there. I was too slick to grab. All I could do was take.

  “I’m Blake Brooks - Superstar.” He leaned forward and just barely pushed into my wet entrance. I shuttered hard.

  “No roadie’s going to fuck with me.” He leaned in and my lips spread away to make way for his thick veiny shaft. “No. Blake’s going to fuck with her.”

  He pressed forward as I let out a long quivering moan.

  Oh Fuck me.

  To his credit, he pushed slowly. I’ve taken my share of cocks but he was thicker and bigger than most guys. My jaw tightened as he slid another inch deeper within my slick valley.

  Oh that’s the stuff.

  I felt my lips stretch around him and he buried himself another inch. “You like that roadie? Finally got what you’ve been waiting for?”

  I let out an appreciative groan. I wasn’t sure if he was angry but I’ll play along. My mouth stretched as much as my lips and I shook as I cried out.

  “Careful what you wish for, eh?” With that, he buried himself to the hilt and his hard balls pressed hard.

  I heard about a perfect fit but damn if it didn’t seem true here. I clenched around him and every valley and vein pressed out from within.

  Damn, we are a perfect fit.

  He leaned against me for the quickest of heartbeats before pulling back. Just an inch of his thick long cock stayed within my pussy. I instinctively clenched around him trying to keep him within. If he decided to leave, there’s no way I could grip with my slickness.

  Fortunately, he didn’t look like he had any desire to leave soon if the next quick thrust was any sign.

  My mouth open wide and I arched my back as I instinctively pushed against him desperately trying to get another inch of his dick. He had more than most men but I wanted it all. Call it greed or just pride in being able to take my guy’s cock. We weren’t together, but for now, Blake Brooks was my man.

  He picked up the tempo as I tightened around him.