by Pamela Prim
“Well…” He said in a low tone. “Do you want to?”
Her eyes went wider still and she exhaled deeply, and then nodded her assent.
Lacer pushed her back to the wall and closed the door behind him. He looked at her with a devilish smirk on his ruggedly handsome face. She stared back at him breathlessly, her heart beating fast enough come jumping out of her chest. Even if she tried Kelley knew she wouldn’t be able to resist him anymore. Her belly clenched hard as anticipation made her skin tingle all over. She couldn’t wait for him to make the first move; instead she pushed him down onto the couch and slipped over onto his lap. Her lips found his and their tongues snaked into each other’s welcoming mouths. She gasped as she tasted strawberry and whisky on his lips, making her head spin even more.
The Rock Star gently placed his hands on her head, kissing her with passion all over her face and her neck, all the time whispering how he had been awake all night thinking only about her and longing to do this. She could have told him the same thing, but didn’t want to ruin it for herself; it was quite flattering to know that a celebrity like Ferris Lacer desired her as much as she did him. This was something more than special to her and she returned his passion with as much fervor as him.
Kelley let herself go completely; feeling safe and relaxed in the rocker’s experienced arms. He was really taking his time with her, making her feel at ease as he gently played with her hair and kissed her lips, her chin and even her nose. She loved every bit of it, but she wanted him to take the next step forward and drew his hand to her full breast. She stared shamelessly into his eyes, urging him to do whatever he wanted to her. He obliged with a suave grin and began caressing the soft globe over her blouse. He squeezed the yielding flesh delicately, teasing the hardened nipple and making her moan out loud.
“Come on, Ferris.” She breathed huskily into his face. “Go all Rock Star on me. Make me feel as hot as I do when I watch you rocking on stage.”
“That Ferris Lacer is not the one you have now, baby.” He whispered seductively. “This Ferris Lacer is the tender and loving one that only a special woman deserves.”
She bit her lip and watched him push up her blouse. His hands slipped under the crisp material, cupping her breasts over her bra. She reached back and unclasped the hook, setting the soft globes free for him. The rocker peeled off her blouse and bra as his talented hands went to work on her aching breasts and erect nipples. He fondled her naked breasts and belly, slowly, setting her skin on fire as he worked his way down to the wetness spreading between her thighs. She gasped, hugging his neck and parted her legs for him to hitch up her tight skirt. She felt thankful she had chosen the sexy black skirt over her jeans that evening as his large hand slipped under the tight fit. Lacer’s talented fingers tugged at her panties, pulling it to one side. She moved her hips, allowing him to slip a finger inside her. A shuddering gasp escaped her lips as he then added two more fingers to join the one inside her vaginal furrow. He knew his way around really well down that path as his experienced fingers teased her swollen lips and tortured her throbbing clitoris. She moaned out loud, calling his name and pushing her hips up and down over his probing hand.
“Oh, Ferris… you’re making me so hot for you, baby.” She whimpered as his fingers pinched her sensitive clitoris, sending a wave of pleasure through her.
His fingers slipped in deeper into her wetness and he wiggled them inside, making her gasp and hug his neck. She whimpered into his ear, nibbling at the succulent lobe. She heard the distinct sound on his pants unzipping and looked down. Standing up straight, peeking up at her with its one angry eye was his full blown erection. Her eyes went wide at the size and thickness of it. Ten inches of rock hard meat for sure, and though she had experienced big ones before, none of them was anywhere near this thick. She could barely get her fingers around the girth as she took a grip, bracing herself for the hardest rocking ride of her life.
“Looks like you want something more substantial than these three fingers in you, ‘ey?” He sang into her ear, his rich and throaty voice making her knees go weak.
“Yes, Ferris.” She almost wept. “I want that beautiful meat inside me… I want it so bad.”
“Your every wish, my love, is my command.” He whispered and kissed her cheek. “Ferris Lacer is going to rock your world.”
“Yes! Yes! Oh, Yes!” She all but screamed.
His strong arms lifted her up and Kelley moved her hips, rising up over his lap to have him guide his stout cock into her hot and dripping pussy. His awesome fingers did a great job making her ready for the outrageous organ, but then she had been wet for him ever since she left the show the night before. She closed her eyes and sighed, arching her back as she felt every bit of the thick roll of meat being pushed into her, filling her up, stretching her to the limit. This was an experience she had never expected in her wildest dreams and she more than wanted to live every second of it.
She felt a thrill rush through her body as his barrel of a cock stretched her pussy wide, throbbing wildly inside her. Her senses went into overdrive as her body felt more alive than ever. Sensual impulses she had never known with anyone else came to life, blossomed and exploded inside her. She clenched her belly hard, tightening her grip on his pulsing cock with her hungering pussy. His groans of pleasure told her that her older lover was enjoying this as much as she was. Lacer kissed her lips and her chin as she straddled him, bouncing hard up and down on his monumental erection. His hands gripping her ass felt so good, his talented fingers squeezing and digging in hard heightened her pleasure further.
Oh, Ferris… oh, baby…” She moaned, grasping at his dark locks of hair and trailing her fingers over his bristled jawline. “Oh, baby… this is so… so fucking good.”
“I love you, baby. I’m in love with you.” Lacer looked passionately into her feverish eyes, “I mean it, Kelley… I mean it more than anything ever. I want you for ever and ever, baby… you are mine, never going to let you go.”
“Ohhh, Ferris.” She shut her eyes tight, her mind lost in the throes of ecstasy. “Shut the fuck up… and keep fucking me… oh, fuck me… oh, god, yes!”
The Rock Star thrust his hips upward with intensity, escalating the rhythm up a few notches as her tight young body bounced wildly on his lap. She felt his cock thicken even more, if that was even possible. It pushed outward against her tightness, making her feel bloated and full. The sensation sent waves of electricity running through her, making her cry out and yank his face down over her breasts. She arched her back, grinding her hips harder against him as she mashed her breasts over his gasping face.
Her orgasm left her breathless, coming in intense waves she had never before experienced. Her young body shuddered with ecstatic release and she clung to him for dear life, burying his face between her heaving breasts. Her hot juices gushed all over Lacer’s hard cock, triggering his orgasm. Groaning out loud, his voice deep and guttural, he called out her name and as his load erupted into her. Dizzied by the force of his detonation deep inside her, she saw stars of every color and brightness. Lightheaded and lost in ecstatic bliss, Kelley giggled hysterically into his rising kiss.
“Oh, yeah, baby.” Lacer panted into her face. “Ferris Lacer’s done it again… another great performance.”
“Best one ever.” Kelley slurred drunkenly as he nibbled her ear.
“That was just the show opener, babe.” Lacer kept kissing her face. “This rocker’s got a lot more numbers to play on you…”
“But you’ve got an arena full of fans waiting for you outside.”
“A minor detail, baby.” He said as he stood up and stuffed his cock back into his pants. “A few hours, and after that… you’re not going to be a writer for a music lifestyle anymore… you’re going to live it.”
Kelley couldn’t help feeling overwhelmed. Not only had Hard Rock music made her change her views on the music of her choice, it had changed her life altogether. She watched him slip out of the door, ready to go
out and rock the stage. Could it be true? Did her really mean it when he said that he would never let her go? Why would he not? She could feel that there was certainly more than just a sexual connection there between them. She was sure of it.
Adjusting her clothes and patting her hair back into place, she slipped out of the little corner room and silently made her way around the back of the stage. It felt exciting walking with a fresh load of hot cum inside her, some of it trickling down her legs. Kelly just loved it. It was the best experience of her life and something told her that it wouldn’t be the only one.
She took her place in the wings as the band’s explosive act took centre stage. She felt strange now, staring at Ferris Lacer perform. He wasn’t just some rocker now doing his thing on stage. He was someone she knew intimately. He was her lover, her friend and possibly even more. A sense of pride filled her heart as she watched him get into his posturing Rock God persona. Her pussy tingled, filling her with renewed lust for him, even with his love juice sloshing inside her.
“…and now, Grasonville, a new song I wrote just last night… inspired by a special someone I found right here in your own city.” Ferris Lacer announced to the baying crowds. “A song about falling in love when you least expect it.”
Kelley felt a sudden chill descend all over her. What was he talking about? He couldn’t be talking about them. He just couldn’t. Did her write a song about her, about them …staying up all of the night before? But how could he know she would… she would be… feeling the same way. But he would, wouldn’t he? He had a whole world more of experience with life than she did. But oh, how she wished he wasn’t talking about then, and how she also wished that he was.
“But before we play this new song for you…” The Rock Star yelled into his microphone. “I present the special someone that inspired me to write it. Please… put your hands together now, for one of your own, Grasonville, and welcome to the stage… the talented and wonderful Miss Kelley Rails.”
A deafening roar erupted from the over seventy thousand crowd and Kelley felt a lump form in her throat. Was this what he meant when Lacer said he would change her world, from writing about music to living it? She looked at him from the wings holding out his hand to her, his eyes shining as he smiled warmly. She shivered and took the first bold step into the strobe lit stage. A sense of otherworldliness came over her as she took her lover’s hand. He drew her closer to him and kissed her in front of the capacity crowd of the football stadium.
A sense of wonder filled her heart as he held on to her and the band began to play the opening bars of what sounded like another powerful rock ballad. And this one was about them, about Ferris and her. About her. She looked at Lacer as he began to sing; finally comprehending what it felt like to be in the limelight. It was a most exhilarating feeling, one she could certainly get accustomed to.
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TEMPTATION TALES
Story 19
"A toast," Patrick announced, "to old friendships revisited!"
The three oldest adults at the table lifted their glasses so that they clinked one against the other. Beneath the pale light of the chandelier, the crystalware sparkled. The white linen tablecloth had been set out, and the good china taken from the cabinet to pair with their most expensive silverware. It had been a long time since Emily had seen the dining room decked out in all of its splendor, but none of the decadence could keep her attention for long. The sight of the hunky guest seated across from her was far too distracting.
The last time Emily had seen Henry, she'd been eight years old. Even then, he'd left an impression. Over the last decade, the shy little girl he'd charmed and entertained with stories of his travels had grown into a young woman. Emily had just celebrated her eighteenth birthday the week before his arrival, and for as much as she'd grown during the time they'd spend apart, Henry had grown, too. The tall, dark haired man she once knew looked wiser than ever. A twinkle of life in his eyes spoke of new experiences had and new sights seen. So far that evening he'd regaled them with tales of Africa, but the entire time he'd been speaking, all Emily could imagine was how stunning Henry would look amongst the African plains, shirt stripped off to expose his strong core glistening with sweat beneath the blistering heat of the sun.
"It's a pleasure to be sitting here with you again, all three of you," Henry replied with quaint sincerity. "It's hard to imagine this much time has passed; it seemed like just yesterday I sat across from an eight year old Em, and now look at her — a beautiful young woman at eighteen years old. Where has the time gone?"
Henry looked every bit the researcher and world traveler he was. His hair was kept respectably short and a little old fashioned, but current enough that it nodded politely to the trends. It had started to turn silver towards the temples, belying his spry body and upbeat attitude. Likely somewhere in his forties, time was catching up with Henry in small ways, but he refused to allow those cracks to chip away at who he was as a person. Even though he was so much older than she was, Emily thought that he looked mature instead of aged. Certainly she found him handsome. Not overly muscular, but physically active enough that his body remained firm and lithe; Henry was a treat on the eyes. The cunning slope of his nose and the hard lines of his jaw further added to his natural allure. This was no high school boy with his head up his ass and uncultured — this was a man who deserved to be respected. Emily thought she'd like to know him much better than she already did.
"It gets away from you when you're not looking," Patrick, her father, replied. As far as Emily knew, her father and Henry had been close friends since their days in college. Quite a lot of time had passed since then. Now both men were experienced, mature, and content with where they were in life. Patrick had settled down with an academic career and a family, but Henry had always stayed wild.
"I bet you're regretting it now that Em is grown," Henry said. "Fighting off all the young men pounding on your front door must take it out of you."
The nomad cast his gaze at Emily for a lingering moment to return Emily's stare, and Emily's cheeks burned red with embarrassment and flattery. She knew she was pretty, but to hear it from a fully grown man unrelated by blood made the compliment all the more thrilling.
"So far so good." Patrick lifted his fork with a grin. "Not a man has dared approach this house for fear of me. Emily has never had a boyfriend, or expressed much interest in boys. Have you, sweetheart?" The fork sank into a piece of broccoli seasoned with butter and black pepper. Emily's cheeks grew warmer yet.
"No. No boys. I'm not interested in games and immaturity."
As she spoke the words, Henry caught her eye. It was hard to tell from the short length of the glance, but Emily could have sworn that something less than innocent lurked in the depths of his startling blues.
"The girl has good taste," he said. "At that age, boys have little of quality to offer. Relationships are much more fulfilling when they are approached from a place of maturity that young men simply cannot offer at eighteen." Henry looked from Patrick to Emily, fixing her with a pointed glance. This time she did not mistake the look he gave her — veiled lust. Patrick nor Mary, Emily's mother, had noticed it, and when Henry's gaze returned to his old friend, Emily began to doubt it had really happened. Perhaps she'd been projecting emotions onto him and imagining things that we're really there.
But maybe, just maybe, she wasn't.
"Perhaps in a few years she'll find a man her age has matured enough for her tastes, and at that point I'll have to make sure these old joints are up for the challenge of fighting off young men," her father said. Henry simply grinned.
"Well, count yourself blessed, Patrick. Had I a daughter, I'm not sure I could sit there so confidently. Emily is a true gem."
Emily glanced down into her plate, partially embarrassed and partially too flattered to allow anyone at the table to see her grin. It wasn't appropriate. If her father saw how much Henry's words had affected her, he might begin to
suspect that Emily did have an interest in the opposite sex. Boys had never interested her; that much was true. Men were a different story entirely. But Emily had never had a shot at one until that moment.
They ate dinner at a leisurely pace. Henry and her father spoke of travels and of their work, of hobbies and of tragedies. When the last fork was laid upon the white tablecloth, Mary whisked the dishes away and brought out dessert.
"Will you stay tonight with us, Henry?" Patrick asked. "Heaven knows we have the space, and it's been such a long time since we've seen one another that it would be a shame to cut things short so soon into the night."
Piece by piece on pristine white china plates trimmed with gold foil, chocolate cake was served. Emily watched Henry from across the table, trying to gauge his reaction to the invitation. Perhaps to tease her, perhaps to appear polite, the man kept his emotions guarded. What cogs turned in his mind she did not know.
"You know," Henry said with some weight, "I've had a lovely time with you so far this evening. I'd love to take you up on your offer. Is there a spare bedroom that I may use, or will I be taking up residence on the couch?"
