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StarFucker

By: TheEdge36



Note: this is obviously a parody, as well as a jackoff fantasy. I'm sure these women never really behave like this. Which is their loss. Please excuse the run-on sentences; it's hard to punctuate and beat off at the same time...

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My thick, pole-hard cock teasingly slapped back and forth across Winona Ryder's kewpie-doll face. She stared up at me, those darling doe-eyes pleading for dick, that long, lizard tongue sticking out whorishly, licking my cockflesh as I rubbed it all over that famous face. On her knees in front of me, Noni wore a tight, black leather half-bustier, forcing her plump, fleshy boobs to stand up pert and hang out in all their big-titted glory. The thigh-high black leather boots added a touch of pure "fuck me" to her appearance, helped along by the fact her fingers were jamming obscenely in and out of her spasming fuckhole cunt. As she caught my slapping cock with her other hand, jacking it fast against her wet, willing tongue, Noni's innocent, schoolgirl voice mewed incoherently like a coked-up stripper reading a singsong Dr. Seuss story.

"Daddycock, Daddycock, I love my Daddycock.... Daddycock, Daddycock, fill my mouth with goo..."

I grabbed fistfulls of her hair with both hands, and rammed my thick shaft into that open mouthhole. That shut her up as she gagged, giggling, yet she continued humming and grunting in the same singsong tempo. Holding her head in place, I began to buck my hips as I relentlessly plowed my fuckpole in and out of her mouthcunt. Raping her whore mouth excited little Noni so much she slipped another finger and yet another finger into her writhing cunt, until she was whole-hand fisting her sloppy, stretched pussyhole. Her mouth was trembling and jerking in near-ecstasy as I fucked her skull, barely believing my eyes: Winona Ryder, high as a kite and about to cum on her fist-rammed cunt, her fat, real tits flailing about spanking each other, as my cock piston-fucked that famous throat. 

As she finally started to cum, I yanked my cock out, and a scream of pure cumlust erupted from her abused mouthhole. I rammed my cock right back in, my cockhead feeling her tonsils still vibrating from the scream, her wet deep throat wide open. Like an expert whore, and even though her cunt was cumming hard on her own fist, Noni's throat never tightened or gagged; she kept her hole as open as possible, allowing me to slamfuck it as hard as I could. Grabbing her head harder with my hands, I started to yank her whore skull back and forth in rhythm to my cock's savage thrusts. She was still cumming, but she had stopped thrusting her fist inside herself; in a dazed state, she merely lay there, whimpering and moaning, her body flopping around and quivering due to my raping thrusts into her fuckhole mouth. I felt the cum gathering in the back of my balls, so I stared right at Noni's sweet, rammed face, and grunted: "Look at me, whore. Open your eyes and eat my cum."

Winona Ryder's smiling eyes opened, looking up at me with drugged adoration, a coked-up fucktoy whore loving daddy's cock. That's all it took, her stoned eyes looking at me as I force-fucked her throat...

My cum shot out so hard, the spewing goo tickling my peehole as it spat, my cockhead getting suckled by the back curve of Winona's throat, her wet tongue on the underside of my shaft, my hairy balls banging against her chin. I emptied squirt after squirt down her star gullet, her slippery throat milking my cock, her hand suddenly squeezing my balls, draining the fuckers right down her open hole.

Aftershocks jammed my cock deeper and deeper, spewing out more and more cum, and she still had a smile in her eyes as it all poured down her open throat without needing to swallow.

After I pulled out my shriveled, tired cock, Winona giggled and sang "Daddycock, Daddycock, I love you." She then rolled into a fetal ball, sucking her thumb in post-orgasmic bliss...

Yep. Joining the Famous Whores Gangbang Club was definitely worth every penny. Hollywood, great town. Sex all over the place, but the nastiest movie starlets can't get all the cock they need, for fear of public knowledge ruining their careers. So they pretend to act like sweet, nice girls for the paychecks, but deep down they crave to be gangfucked like the slutty cuntwhores they truly are. So they formed a club. Sign a privacy agreement, pay twenty grand to one of their favorite charities, and these secretly nasty bitches will coke themselves up, open their holes, and beg you to rape them raw. 

I pulled Winona's thumb out of her mouth, saying, "Show me that nasty tongue, bitch." Lying there, she stuck out her long lizard tongue, straight up in the air. I sat my hairy ass right down on it, and she knew exactly what to do: Noni slurped and licked and poked that tongue right up inside my anal hole while reaching around to caress my cock back to hardness. 

As the movie star tonguefucked my ass, I looked around the grand hotel suite we rented for these club nights and saw the other celebs we drugged that night being used like nympho fuck toys. Clare Danes was getting power-slammed on her knees, wearing a ripped-to-shreds schoolgirl uniform, letting out a beggarly whimper, "Please, mister, don't fuck my cunnie so hard..." The fucking club-member responded by reaching around, grabbing her flat tits, yanking her entire body back hard on his piston-fucking monster cock. "Is this too hard, bitch?" Clare screamed out, "Yes! too hard! Too hard for my baby cunnie..." when her mouth suddenly found a cock inside of it. Another member had stepped up and shoved his rockhard meat right into the starwhore's mouth hole. He took grabbed her hair and yanked, forcing the cunt's mouth to slam forward with every thrust. Clare was in fuckslut heaven, her eager hungry eyes staring up at the man she deepthroated, her tiny tits and long, erect, out-of-proportion nipples poking out from her torn, white, school-uniform blouse. She managed to let his cock slip out long enough for her to again moan the words that urged both men on: "Mister, stop!" And the men knew what the whore wanted, and gave it to her: "Shut up, cunt!" the sucked member yelled, jamming his cock all the way down Clare's whore mouth. The two members began fucking her so hard from either end, banging the petite actress like she was a ragdoll fucktoy, that they actually lifted her humping body off the ground. Clare began to shriek as she came, that annoying high-pitched whalesong cry of hers that can only be tolerated if you're shooting cum up her tight, whore cunt.

Noni's tongue slipped out of my ass. Hearing her best friend Clare cum so hard made Noni's cunt pulse with fuck desire. The slut couldn't resist thrusting her fist into her aching pussy again, and her concentration on my ass had waned. "Hey, you fucking whore, " I grunted, whip-slapping my re-hardening cock down on her pouting lips, "cum on your own time." She opened her mouth apologetically, and I filled it with my cock. "Now suck it good, bitch. Make Daddycock even harder than before." In her coke-induced state, she giggled and began humming "Daddycock" again as her inner mouth walls and tongue squeezed and sucked and licked my cock to rockhard status again.

Across the room, Natalie Portman's tiny little body was hanging nude from the ceiling, her tiny, little-girl arms and legs and ass strapped into a leather harness, her tiny body swinging back and forth as several fellow members took turns cock-poking her tiny, little-girl fuckholes. They would switch places at will, cocks randomly going from ass, to mouth, to cunt, to shoving her tiny tits together just enough for a tiny titfuck. 

Little, naked Natalie would let out cute little moan-whimpers whenever something felt good, which was often. Cock filling her tiny cunthole, whimpermoan; cock forced deep down her throat, whimpermoan; tits pinched and mauled by eight hungry hands, whimpermoan. Her whimpermoans built in intensity as the members speeded up their pace as they gangfucked her quivering holes. Such a pretty little girl: her beautiful, tiny face contorted in ecstasy, her tiny body twisting hard against the cocks pummelling inside her, her cunt and ass and mouth and hands squeezing hard on the cocks they fuck as little Natalie moaned a long, cumming-oh-so-fucking-hard whimper. Their cum began to shoot and spray and splatter and coat every inch of her body inside and out, gooey, sticky, warm, wet, messy, thick cum dripping from every hole. The four members laughed as they pulled out and walked away, leaving the little-girl actress hanging there helplessly, cum-covered, and still quivering and whimper-moaning from the mind-blowing fuck she had just endured.

My cock was so hard from the sight of little Natalie Portman hanging helpless in post-cum: I had to have some of that myself. I pulled Noni to her feet, grabbed her hair hard and led her over to hanging, nude, cum-covered Natalie. I forced Noni's mouth down on little Natalie's tiny tits, ordering her to eat up the cum splattered all over the soft, supple, little-girl boobs as I jammed my thumb up Natalie's tight cunt. I lifted her groin with my hand, giving my cock easier access to her tiny, slippery, well-fucked asshole. My cock slipped right in, and little Natalie gasped, her little eyes staring at me with dazed desire. 

Winona's mouth moved to Natalie's, and then Noni spit out a mouthful of cum on little Natalie's starwhore face. "Daddycock's gonna rape your whore ass," Noni whispered to Natalie. "And I'm gonna rape your whore mouth," she continued, yanking Natalie's hanging head down between her legs. Noni practically sat her cunt on Natalie's open mouth, and when Natalie's little-girl tongue snaked up inside Winona's burning cunt, Winona grunted with fuck pleasure: "Yes! You little bitch! Eat me! Eat my nasty cunt, you dirty little whore!" She ground her throbbing cunt all over Nat's wet lips and face, as Natalie's tongue tried to keep up, following Noni's grinding clit, and flicking it madly. Noni's hands squeezed her own heavy-swinging tits, pulling them up to her own face, shoving her long, pointed nipples into her own mouth. "Fucking God Yes!" Noni yelped, jamming her nipples in her own mouth at the same rhythm as she was grinding her cunt back and forth over Natalie's lil girl tongue. "Nasty! ... little!.. bitch!" she grunted with each cunt- and tit-thrust, when her eyes caught mine. My cock was still pounding lil Natalie's well-fucked ass , and sometimes pulling out, jamming in her tight lilgirl cunt, fucking it a few strokes, and then back into the dripping, gooey ass. Noni's face snarled at me; she was so close to cumming as she raped her lil girlfriend's mouth, she couldn't resisting begging for the one thing that would set her over the edge.

"Daddycock, Daddycock, " she hummed, "I need your goo IN MY ASS!" It was so desperate, I almost laughed. Such a nasty fuckslut.

I pumped my cock a few more times in Nat's cum-filled snatch, to get it nice and hard for Noni, then walked around behind the leather-clad, tit-swinging star of Heathers as she rode the hanging, petite mouth of the star of Star Wars. Noni bent over, laid face-down on the hanging Natalie, pulling the leather hanging ropes ever tighter. Noni's face was buried right in Nat's cunt, and with her lips and tongue slurping up as hard and deep as possible, in lusty anticipation of a Daddycock up her ass.

I poked two fingers into Natalie's raped mouth, sliding past Noni's still-riding cunt, got my fingers nice and lubed with Nat's lilgirl spit, then pulled both fingers out and used them to part Noni's trembling anal ring. 

I slowly drilled one finger into her ass, then spun it out, and then drilled in the other finger. I poked both inside, and pulled at either side of her anus ring, spreading her asshole wide open. I spit a gooey wad of saliva up her hole, then dove my fingers in deeper. I then licked across her cuntlips, smooching Natalie, who was in the way, traced my tongue across Noni's "tweener," up along the very crack of Noni's ass, and then right up to Noni's fingerfucked butthole. I tonguefucked that famous hole as she shoved her cunt right up against Nat's mouth, almost smothering her, wiping her clit all over Nat's face and flicking lips. My tongue left Noni's ass for a second, and Noni freaked....

"No Daddycock, Oh God, don't stop...!" She was right on the edge of cumming, rubbing her nasty whore clit so hard and fast across Natalie's lips and tongue, but she was trying so hard not to go over yet. She wanted something to take her higher....

My Daddycock slammed up her ass to the hilt in one quick, unmerciful fuckstroke. Noni screamed with bloodlust: "Daddy, yes! Fuck it! Fuck that nasty hole! Oh, God, Daddy...!" Her ass was so wet and tight, so slippery and fuckable, I couldn't resist skipping the foreplay and I started raping her ass with abandon. "That's right, you little bitch, you take it!" I yelled, grabbing her hair, while jamming her face harder on Nat's writhing cunt. "Eat your sister's cunt for daddy! Show daddy what a whore you are. Make your bitch sister cum!" 

Noni was in fuck heaven, gasping for breath as her ass was pummelled, her cunt lapped, and her face shoved in pussy. She snorted cunt like a pig in heat, while I continued to show her asshole a new meaning of the word rape. "You take all of it, you fucking piece of trash! Your ass is just a twenty-thousand-dollar hole I paid to fuck!" I slapped her ass hard, then grabbed her hips and pulled her body way up, pulling her cunt off Natalie's mouth. Nat was no good anymore anyway, since she was whimper-moaning out of control thanks to Noni's slurpfest. I made Noni's ass arch even more, her ass up high, her body low hanging on Nat's, and then I started punching my cock in and out of her high, whore asshole. Her ass tried to close, to fight it, but my about-to-cum cock was harder than it's ever been, and it continued to burst thru her tightening asscunt, raping-thrust after raping-thrust after raping-thrust. 

Noni's orgasm shook through her like a possessed horny poltergeist on speed. She trembled, almost motionlessly for a whole minute, and then shrieked so loud the rest of the room went quiet, and everyone turned to watch Daddycock shoot streams of cum up Noni's whore asscunt. The expert whore that she is, even though still recovering from an orgasm that destroyed thousands of braincells, Noni managed to use her asswall muscles to open and close, sucking up Daddycock, milking Daddycock, jacking Daddycock off with her ass, whorishly banging herself harder and harder against me, taking my spraying cock deeper and deeper into her nasty cuntbitch bowels. She collapsed completely on top of Natalie, and thanks mostly to the weight of Noni's oversized boobs, the hanging ropes broke and both girls fell to the ground. I fell on top of them, my cock driving even deeper into Noni's grounded, flailing ass. I swear she was still cumming as I pulled my shriveled, empty-milked cock from her nasty butthole. My cockhead sprung from her ass, and landed on Nat's mouth, and as Nat whimpermoaned, the lilgirl starwhore licked Noni's asscum off my spent Daddycock.

The entire room of starfuckers applauded our little show, and then went back to fucking the other stars in the room; schoolgirl Clare Danes was on her knees slurping up a group of hard cocks, Liz Hurley was strapped into some S&M stocks, getting pummelfucked from behind, Britney Spears was being led around the room in a dog collar, forced to lick hairy assholes, and Rose McGowen was whorishly riding a sybian as three guys jacked off on her bulbous tits.

Exhausted, I snuggled up next to Noni, who had passed out from cumming. I lay my head on her huge, pillow-like boobs, and soon fell asleep with a smile in my heart and a grin on my cock, dreaming about the next month's party of starfucker whores.

Until then...

Starfucker Ch. 01



Starfucker, part 1, Jordan

I was in a semi-decent nightclub in London the night my story starts. My name is Aden Hill, I'm 21 years old and working as a market researcher for quite a large business in London. The pay is pretty good for someone my age; don't get me wrong, I'm not rich or anything, but I can afford to go to the semi-decent clubs and bars in the city. These are the kind of clubs where I have the opportunity to meet quite famous people; when I say famous, I don't mean like A-list celebrity types; it's more like B or C-list celebs that hang around in the clubs I go to. But hell, that'll do for me.

So anyway, I was inside one of these nightclubs; it was a Friday night at around 1am; the club was absolutely packed with party-goers. Rich kids, up and coming businessmen and small time celebrities; one of these celebrities I had been watching for the past ten minutes or so happened to be a glamour model. Her name was Jordan, real name Katie Price, she's kind of notorious throughout the UK for being a real slut. She'll basically do anything to get her name in the papers; mainly it's showing off her amazing chest. I'm not sure exactly what size she is, but I'd place her at around a 36DD cup at a guess.

This night she was looking absolutely stunning, in a completely fake, Barbie Doll style way. She wore her hair in pigtails which fell to just below shoulder level. All she wore on her upper body was a pink boob tube, through which, her nipples poked. She also had a matching pink micro skirt, which was not even long enough to cover up the curve of her smooth ass whenever she bent over, revealing her deep red thong. 

On her feet she wore a pair of sexy looking red, open toed heels; her pretty toes painted a matching red colour. I noticed that she had just recently finished a drink and decided to make my move. I sauntered over to where she sat at the bar and placed myself on the vacant stool next to hers. I've never been one to waste time when it came down to it, so I turned to her and spoke.

'Hi there, my name's Aden.' I gave her one of my most charming smiles, she smiled back, I could tell she'd already had a few by the way her eyes seemed unable to focus properly on me. 'Can I buy you a drink?'

'Sure thing handsome' She replied, 'my name's Katie by the way, but I'm more commonly known as Jordan.' Thankfully, I realised that she wasn't too drink, as her speech seemed coherent enough.

I ordered two glasses of the finest champagne, as I ordered the drinks I heard an approving 'ooh' sound escaping Jordan's full red lips. When I turned to face her again I noticed she was giving me the once over. Now, I knew that I was fairly good looking, in that I had never in my life before had a problem when it came to pulling women; and I could tell by the way that Jordan looked at me that night that I was on to a winner. 

We made small talk through our drink, I found it surprisingly easy to talk to her given that she came off as a dumb loudmouth in all the interviews I'd read of hers. One drink turned into around five and the conversation turned predictably more flirty. By the fifth glass of champagne she had moved up real close to me and her hands were in my lap. It was now around 2:30am and the bar had stopped serving, the majority of the people were leaving the club. 'So anyway Aden,' She spoke, her finger circling lightly on my thigh, 'whereabouts do you live?'

'I live in an apartment about 30 minutes taxi ride from here' I replied.

'Well, I'm staying in a hotel about five minutes taxi ride from the club.' Her hand was now brushing gently over the not so subtle erection in my trousers. 'It would be a shame to waste this.' She spoke as she worked her way into my trousers, gripping my erect dick with her hands. 'What do you say?' 

'Lead the way sexy.' I replied, not one to disappoint.

Getting a taxi outside the club was no mean feat. Jordan just flashed her amazing tits to anyone in the queue who wanted to try and stop us from pushing in. As we were stepping into the taxi she gave the photographers a flash of her ass then climbed in alongside me in the taxi. As soon as the door shut and we pulled away, she was all over me. We kissed passionately, her expert tongue exploring my mouth. 

She wasted no time in grabbing my hand and aiming it towards her waiting pussy. 'I'm so fucking wet.' She whispered in my ear, 'I can't wait to get you back to my room.' She said as she forced her hands into my trousers once again, gripping my shaft like a vice. She wasn't lying about being wet either; as soon as I worked my hand into her panties I could feel the moisture radiating from her pussy. She moaned audibly as my thumb came into contact with her swollen clitoris. The taxi driver, who had stopped for a red light turned round and spoke to me.

'You jammy bastard, I wish I was your hand right now.' He spoke in strong cockney dialect. Jordan responded to that by removing her hand from my dick, spreading her legs a bit more so the driver could see between her legs. She then proceeded to part the material of her thong so the driver could get an unrestricted view of me sliding my fingers in and out of her dripping wet snatch. 'Fuck me rigid.' Gasped the driver as he scratched his head. Jordan resumed playing with my rock hard erection while I continued to finger her under the watchful eyes of the driver.

A minute or two later, the driver was snapped back to reality by the honking of cars from behind and he quickly moved on; I continued to finger fuck Jordan as we passionately kissed in the backseat. I sensed her orgasm approaching and know that she would have cum in the taxi had we not reached the hotel when we did. 'Here we are.' The driver interrupted us. He told us the ride was free of charge for the show and once again told me I was a jammy bastard as we exited the cab and made our way inside the hotel; instantly forgetting about the driver.

We managed to control ourselves just enough to keep our hands to ourselves on the way to Jordan's room. But once inside it was a completely different story. As soon as the door was slammed shut behind us, Jordan ripped off her boob tube letting her amazing tits spill free; she kicked off her heels and yanked down her skirt and thong with one tug; casting them aside she motioned for me to sit down in a chair. I did as she wished, I was sat down on the opposite side of the room to her. I ran appraising eyes up and down her gloriously naked body. 

Her perfectly shaved pussy glistened with moisture. She glided over towards me, light on her sexy little feet. She spoke no words as she knelt in between my legs; wasting no time in unzipping my fly and lowering her mouth onto my raging dick. Her expert tongue glided up and down my shaft as her head bobbed up and down; each time she trailed her tongue along the head it sent shivers up my spine. Her eyes made contact with mine and she stared deep into me, her eyes full of lust as she sucked my dick for all it was worth. I let out soft moans of appreciation as I felt my orgasm nearing; I grabbed Jordan’s head and forced myself deeper into her mouth, feeling my seed welling up at the base of my dick. She took the whole of my cock no problem and began sucking even harder, willing me to come in her mouth. 

I let out one final moan before allowing my orgasm to take over; pushing my dick as far as I could down her throat, I began to shoot my ejaculate into Jordan's mouth. I felt her swallowing around my shaft as I pumped wave after endless wave into her. After what seemed like an age, the waves of cum slowed to a halt and she released my shrinking cock from her mouth. A trail of cum reaching from the head of my dick to her lower lip eventually snapped and landed on her right tit. She opened her mouth to speak, but found she was only able to make a strange gargling sound due to the amount of my cum still in the back of her throat.

Eventually she cleared her throat and was able to speak again, 'Now return the favour big boy.' Was all she said as she moved over and lay on the bed on her back. Bending her knees and stretching her legs to allow my access to her pussy. I stood from my chair and removed my jeans and boxer shorts, casting them aside with the rest of the clothes. My t-shirt came next. After I was fully undressed I moved over to where Jordan lay on the bed and made a beeline for her tight, wet cunt with my mouth.

Her juices were so sweet as I lapped my tongue against her swollen clit, feeling her whole body shiver with pleasure. Despite only just ejaculating, I felt the first stirrings of another erection. She pressed her feet against the small of my back and began to gently stroke me there as I continued to swirl my tongue around her clit. I slipped two fingers inside her sopping wet pussy. Her moans getting louder and louder as she neared her orgasm. She wrapped her legs tightly around me, forcing my face to squash down onto her pussy as she came all over my face. 

Her moans sounded muffled to me as her thighs covered my ears, but I knew they were fairly loud. Her pussy squirted juices all over my face, I felt them dripping from my chin onto the bed. Just as I was beginning to panic about not being able to breathe, the pressure on my head was lifted and I was allowed to move out and breathe.

'That was amazing lover boy' Jordan spoke to me, 'now fuck me!' I wasted no time, we positioned ourselves in the missionary position and my once again erect dick had no problems entering her now sloppy pussy. My dick fit easily inside of her and I was able to push myself in all the way to my balls. She let out a moan as she felt me filling her completely. 

'Fuck me hard!' She moaned as I began to thrust the full length of my erect cock in and out of her, watching her tits jiggle on her chest. I reached down and began to fondle her giant breasts as I fucked her on the bed; her moans becoming louder and louder. She was now playing with her clit as I fucked her and squeezed her tits. Her moans we now screams as she had orgasm after orgasm while I continually fucked her. Her entire body was shaking and her cunt was so wet it made slurping noises every time I thrust at her. After she had her sixth or seventh orgasm I felt my own approaching, quickly I removed my dick from her pussy and positioned myself above her chest just as my orgasm hit and I began to spurt out my cum all over her big sexy tits; watching as she rubbed it in and licked some up; still fingering herself to yet another orgasm. 

Finally after I was spent, and Jordan's tits were coated with my cum, I collapsed next to her on the bed and must have drifted off. As the next time I opened my eyes it was morning outside and I was laying next to Jordan in bed. She was asleep, so I quietly dressed myself and left the hotel; assuming that would be the last I'd hear from her. It was only when I stepped outside of the hotel that I checked my pocket and found a note from her. It read, 'Thanks for last night lover boy. I got your number from your phone, I hope you don't mind. I've got some friends that would simply love to meet you. Love Katiexxx.' I shrugged my shoulders, pocketed the note and carried on with my day, looking forward to meeting some of Jordan's showbiz friends.



Starfucker Ch. 01



(The tags i've provided apply to the story as a whole {so far} - and there may be more coming. This story is a patchwork of ideas and bits of plot i came up with over literally years. For background music, i recommend Joan Jett's version of "Starfucker", Zappa and the Mothers' "Road Ladies" and "What Kind of Girl Do You Think We Are?" and the DiVinyls' "I Touch Myself". Which should give you some idea what this story is like. ALl characters engaging in sex on-camera are eighteen or over.)




I was really disgusted with what I was looking at.

On appearances, the nude girl was perhaps fourteen. She had almost no figure -- just the slightest hint of a waist and a tiny flaring of the hips. She was perhaps four and a half to five feet tall, and her light brown hair hung straight to just below her shoulders, with no trace of a wave or curl. Her thin lips were, of course, totally devoid of lipstick; in fact, she wore no makeup at all. If she had had something to smile about, heavy braces on her teeth would have been visible.

She turned slowly around, and I could see that she had no real development in the rear, either; her cheeks were small and tight, with only the barest hint of the possible approach of womanly curves.

She stopped, again facing forward, and I looked at her sexual attributes.

What sexual attributes?

Her chest was almost devoid of anything that could be termed "breasts" -- small pink nipples surrounded by slightly darker circles of barely-raised areola that were just barely lifted away from her narrow chest by the almost-imperceptible swellings of what might, someday, be breasts.

Lower down, her development was equally obviously Not Occurring -- her small mound stood almost entirely bare of any signs of hair, and the slit was barely visible between the tightly-furled outer lips.

I was simply disgusted.

The basic reason that I was so disgusted was that I knew she wasn't the slow-developing fourteen or so she looked -- she was a full eighteen years old, today.

And I ought to know -- she was me.

It didn't make sense -- my mother and my cousins and my sister all had figures and tits and asses and nicely-furred pussies. And here I was, stuck at an apparent fourteen or younger. Even my younger sister -- just sixteen -- had a 36B-24-36 figure and three boyfriends all just waiting for her to decide which one of them was going to pop her cherry. (Not that it mattered; I happened to know she gave that up to her math teacher for a passing grade, six months ago.)

But it was my eighteenth birthday and I still had no figure at all and Larry and the Honkers were in town tonight and I was in lust with Larry Donovan, the leader of the band... (Not having outward signs of puberty hadn't stopped some of the hormonal and internal changes; I could and did masturbate myself to sleep dreaming of that big cock Larry's tight pants outlined.) And I couldn't go because it was an 18-up show and I didn't have a new ID yet and nobody was going to believe I was over eighteen without it.

Turning away from the full-length mirror, I picked up my plain cotton panties, terry-cloth shorts and little-girl top with the PowerPuff Girls on it, and got dressed, reflecting on the basic unfairness of the world.

Just as I finished pulling on the top (there were two pitiful little bulgy places in the cloth to indicate where tits ought have been), there was a flash of light from behind me in the corner of the room, a whiff of sulfur, and a fit of coughing.

Spinning around, I saw the most outrageous person I had ever cast eyes on.

Six feet plus tall, muscular and hairy-chested, -legged and -armed, with a full brown beard and a receding hairline, he was wearing a lovely blue and white lacy ballgown and combat boots. In his hand he held an incredibly tacky-looking wand with lots of trailing sparkly stuff and glitter and sequins and what looked like a huge sparkling glitter-coated (slightly-uneven) cardboard star on the end.

"All right," I said,"who the heck are you?"

"Well, dearie," he began, languidly waving the limpest wrist I'd seen since my older cousin took me to a Ray Davies concert, and then suddenly broke into another coughing fit "(Bloody special effects crew -- still too much sulfur in it, no matter how often I complain... ) Well," he continued, when he had his voice back, "I seem to be your Fairy Godfather."

"Cheeze," I groaned. "Literal bugger, aren't you?"

"Oh, yes," he simpered, "quite literally...". I'm sure you have never seen a six foot, lisping transvestite with muscles like a lumberjack and an incredibly limp wrist simper (and in a bass voice, what's more). Be glad. Be very glad.

"Anyway," he continued, toning down the nellie act just a bit, "I'm here to grant your wish, my dear."

"What wish would that be?" I asked.

"Why, to finally get your full sexual development and to go to the Honkers concert and sneak backstage and meet Larry Donovan and to fuck him until he's semi-conscious and you're walking bowlegged..."

"Eeep. How did you know about those fantasies?"

"Fairy Godparent Central knows all, my dear. It's just that our budget is so low and our caseload so heavy we usually have to miss out all but the most needful.

"And you, my dear, qualify as 'needful' -- you have been broadcasting nothing but Pure Need for weeks; it's even beginning to distract the Boss from keeping the stars in their courses.

"So you get the Special Exception."

He looked me over, shook his head, and said "Well, not much to work with, actually, but one does one's poor best." He sighed dramatically and raised his tacky wand.

And suddenly my clothes vanished.

"Hey!" I gasped, instinctively trying to cover up with my hands. Not, of course, that there was much to cover.

Rolling his eyes dramatically, FG sighed loudly. "Look, sweetie," he lisped. "The reason there's a Fairy Godfather on this job is so I won't get all interested in whatever you have or whatever I turn you into. I mean, if you were a nude Marilyn MON-roe, I mght bow down and worship you, but even then I wouldn't want to boink you. I boff boys, kiddo."

He wiggled a finger. "Drop the hands, sweetie."

Reluctantly, I did.

"Let's see," he murmured. "Five nine?" He waved the tacky wand energetically. As you might have expected, it left showers of twinkly glowing fairy dust behind it in the air, which all suddenly headed up in ranks and descended over me.

I can't describe the feeling, except that it was thoroughly weird, as I felt my entire body stretching vertically, especially in the legs. When I turned to the mirror, just as it stopped, I saw myself like in one of those amusement-park mirrors -- just like myself, but very tall and narrow. Actually, I looked like an anorexia victim. With long long legs.

"That's good. Ummm... 36?" More waving. This time, since I was facing the mirror when it began, I got to see the change. The gaudy shimmering dust settled around my hips, and, as I watched, they flared outward. At the same time, I could feel changes happening in my butt, too.

"Legs." Another wave, more dust, and suddenly I had the sort of legs models would kill for.

"Waist... 24." And it was so. The squeezing in that this involved was an even weirder feeling than the stretching of the other parts.

"Aannnddd -- 38C!"

My whole stance shifted as I had to hold my shoulders back to counterbalance the lovely tits that suddenly sprouted from my hitherto flat chest. Even without a bra, they stood up and out proud and perfect. I couldn't resist feeling of them. Wow! I had thought my teeny little original-equipment nipples were sensitive! The blast of sensation I got when I lightly tweaked these turbo-charged nubbins was incredible.

"O-o-okay -- need to tone that down just a bit..." FG muttered to himself, and gradually the sensation sank back to merely Very Pleasant. Still caused hot tingles lower down, though.

Lower down? I spun to the mirror again, fascinated by the way my new breasts swung and pulled with the motion. The first thing I realized was that, instead of my usual pasty white, I had a deep, golden tan... with no tanlines, top or bottom.

And then I saw... 

Hair! I no longer had a furless pussy! Not only that, it actually looked like something that belonged between the legs of an adult female! I couldn't resist -- I reached down and felt of myself. The warm feeling definitely increased; I could feel myself beginning to open and I could feel my own warm moisture... I couldn't resist; I slipped a finger between the lips and began to stroke my hot wetness. It felt wonderful. I let the finger move along the slippery lips until I came to the nub at the top. I teased her a bit, feeling her slip out from her hood like a kitten extending her neck to be petted more. A couple more strokes had me barely able to stand; I could feel warm moisture on my thighs. Incredible.

"Ex-CUSE me!" FG barked. "If all you wanna do is the she-bop, then we can stop right here. But I thought you wanted to go to a concert and get fucked dizzy."

"Welll, yeah," I said. But, uh -- " I ran my hand through my lustreless straight brown hair, and then pulled back my lips to show my braces.

"No problem, kiddo!" he laughed, and twirled the wand again I felt something happen on top of my head, and something else happening inside my mouth. Looking in the mirror, I discovered that I had RED! hair cut in a tight bob that showed the shape of my skull but left no doubt it was a female head; opening my mouth and looking, not only were my braces gone, but I had the strongest whitest straightest teeth I had ever seen. A downward glance revealed that I was now a natural redhead, too.

"Decorations... ummm." and he lifted the wand again. When the fairy dust was through this time, I had a little black lacy butterfly tattooed on my right tit, and another on my left thigh, right by my mound... and my pubic hair was reduced to a neatly trimmed tuft in the shape of a heart with its point aimed directly at my pussy. Another glance in the mirror showed I was wearing expertly-applied makeup that emphasised full red lips and high, strong cheekbones; eyeshadow made my blue (blue? brown a minute ago, I was sure) eyes enormous, and black black mascara gave me huge lashes that batted sexily whenever I blinked. "The makeup, by the way, my dear." FG said, "is guaranteed smearproof and is completely automatic; it will appear on your face whenever you want it changed and will always be perfect for the occasion. And, of course for your persona, which, in this case, is going to be 'slut'. Right?"

"Oh, yeah," I agreed enthusiastically, luxuriously and wantonly caressing my tits and my mound while I licked my lips lasciviously at my reflection. God, did I feel like a slut!

"Okay. Wrappings." More glitter. When it cleared, I was wearing a lacy little front-close black bra that pushed my tits up and out even further than they stood by themselves but left my nipples bare, and a purple thong that said "Bad Grrl" on the front in red. "You don't really need the bra, of course, but I'm told a lot of guys find getting a girl out of her bra sexy."

More dust added an old-fashioned black lace garter belt and thigh high sheer black stockings (the right one with a run just below the knee, a perfect slutty touch -- I liked FG's attention to detail).

Over everything was an old, too-big Cowboy Mouth t-shirt with the the neckline raggedly enlarged to show cleavage, and the hem knotted tightly to one side to pull it tight over my tits and to show my middle and the zircon stud in my bellybutton (when did that happen? I'm sure it wasn't there before... ) and an incredibly soft and shiny black leather miniskirt that covered the tops of my stockings and my garters (as long as I didn't move too fast).

I was already planning to do some really fast moving this evening.

"Annnnndddd..."

Ruby slippers! Actual, glittery, red shoes! But Dorothy never wore shoes like these, unless it was in her dreams. Bright blood red, with glitter all over them, they were absolute fuck-me shoes with four-inch stiletto heels and pointy toes. I wasn't too sure about those heels.

FG must have seen my dubious look, because he chuckled and said "Don't worry -- I've reset your balance and so on so you won't have any trouble walking or standing or dancing in those. You might have a little trouble running, but I don't think you'll be doing any running tonight. Not running away, anyway. Try a walk across the room and back."

I began to stride toward the mirror, noticing how my hips rolled and how every step gave a little flash of stocking-top and even a bit of the tanned flesh above. Turning, I -- "strutted" is the only word I can think of, like a stripper on the runway -- back to FG's side, glancing over my shoulder to see my sexy ass sway under the supple tight black leather.

"Well, what do you think, Suzi?" FG asked.

"Oh, I like!" I answered. "But who's Suzi?"

"You are -- at least for the night. 'Mary Blake' just wouldn't do for such a creature as you've become... and besides, you wouldn't want to use your real name for what you're planning tonight. So, for as long as you wear this body, I have renamed you 'Suzi Ceeamcheese'. You'll have full and legal and real ID in that name in your purse."

"I've heard that name before... somewhere..."

"On some of your cousin's records. It's such a good name for a groupie."

Again with the wand and the fairy dust, but this time it flew out the window.

"Take a look," he urged, gesturing me to the window. Where my five-year-old Civic had crouched before was a gleaming red Miata. "It's got a cut-down RX-7 turbo chassis under it, incidentally -- I know you like fast cars, so I made you a really fast one. Here's the keys."

I'd read about and dreamed about the Miata with an RX chassis that the head of Mazda's Miata group had; now I had one too.

"A word, my dear -- the cops won't be able to catch you, but radio waves travel 186,000 miles per second and roadblocks will play hell with the exterior finish.

"Let's see -- is there anything I've forgotten? Well -- you are a virgin, right?"

"Yes," I admitted, blushing. "But I practice a lot when I'm alone..."

"Can't have that in a groupie slut, now can we?" he asked. This time the fairy dust formed into a tight stream and swirled up under the hem of my skirt... I felt a sudden twinge inside myself and knew that my cherry had been magically removed.

"And, of course, you'll need a guide to backstage at a rock show, since you've never been before. Jiminy Cricket wouldn't do, of course, so -- you get the ghost of Frank Zappa!" He held out a hand and suddenly, there he was -- six inches tall, evil-looking little goatee, with his long scraggly black hair pulled back in a ponytail -- the works.

"Why Frank Zappa?"

"He's earning his way out of rock'n'roll Purgatory; he piled up a lot of negative r'n'r karma with some of the things he said. Even if the Emperor is naked it's not polite to say so..."

"And I'd do it all again, if I had the chance!" Frank snapped. "Can we get moving so I can get this broad's hot groupie ass tucked in with the rockstar or -stars of her choice and clock off-duty for a while?"

"Okay -- you kids run along. And before you ask, no-one but you can see or hear Frank, so be careful when you talk to him to keep others from noticing."

I was already out my bedroom door and headed for the stairs.

Hopping into the Miata (and showing rather more than just a flash of stocking top, which I found exciting to think about), I heard FG's voice floating down from my window as I cranked the hot rotary engine up "... and be sure to be back before sunrise!"

"Punch it, and let's get this over with," Frank growled from the passenger seat. 



Starfucker Ch. 02



I got the phone call from Katie Price later that night as I was relaxing in front of the TV at home. At about 7:30, my mobile rang. 'Hello?' I said, answering it.

'Hey loverboy' came a sexy voice on the other end of the phone, 'thanks for last night.' it was Katie Price, a.k.a Jordan who I had met in a nightclub last night before going back to her hotel room and fucking her.

'Hi there, you're very welcome, I had fun too.' 

'Well that's good, so you won't mind hooking up again sometime?'

'Not at all.' I replied.

'Well, that's good, because I've got a friend I'd like you to meet tomorrow. You know the Italian restaurant 'Don Vito's'?' I replied that I did indeed know where it was. 'Well, I'll meet you there tomorrow evening at eight. I won't be eating, but you will, with my friend. Don't worry, you won't be disappointed.' And then she was gone. I shrugged my shoulders and replaced my phone before settling down to a night in front of the TV. The thought of who I would be having dinner with the next evening kept flashing through my mind. I was hoping it would be another celebrity.

I wasn't to be disappointed. As I entered the restaurant at exactly eight o'clock and immediately recognized Jordan and her friend. It was none other than Big Brother 3 winner, and television presenter, Kate Lawler. She looked absolutely stunning even from a distance; more beautiful than Jordan and a lot more natural. She wore a turquoise top which had a collar falling down between her amazingly pert breasts showing off maximum cleavage. 

She wore a black mini skirt showing off her amazing legs also. But the thing about her which caught my immediate attention more than anything else were her beautiful feet. she wore a pair of black open toed heels. her feet were so perfect and so delicately crafted, from her sexy ankles, her high smooth arches to her gorgeous little toes. Her feet were perfect.

I managed to gather my composure and made my way across the restaurant to the table. They noticed me as I neared the table. 'Hey sexy. Meet Kate Lawler; you may remember her from Big Brother. She needs some company tonight.' 

'Hi Kate.' I introduced myself.

'Hey.' She replied, she had a little twinkle in her eyes and her body language was forward and flirty. Her feet were slowly caressing the leg of the table, I don't know whether it was a conscious thing or not, but it was driving me wild. Jordan said goodbye and left the restaurant. I watched her tight ass wiggle as she left. 'So,' Kate spoke, 'I hear you fucked her last night?' 

Her bluntness shocked me at first, but I managed to reply. 'Umm, yeah; did she tell you that?'

'Yeah, don't worry about it though, we celebs have no secrets with one another. That's kind of why I'm here.'

'What is?' 

'She said you were a good fuck. I'm kind of hoping I can find out.' She moved in closer to me now. I felt her now barefoot rubbing up and down my calf. 'I saw you look at my feet when you came over. You like them?'

'I think they're beautiful,' I replied, 'so perfectly shaped.' Her foot was now stroking the inside of my thigh; my dick was throbbing by now.

'I bet you'd like to suck my toes.' She spoke in a sultry sexy voice, the sole of her foot now teasingly stroking the head of my penis, she continued to speak, 'I bet you'd like to fuck my tight, wet pussy while you licked and kissed my perfect feet. I know what you want. Let's just forget about the food and go straight to the fucking. Do you have your car?'

'Yeah, it's in the restaurant car park.' I replied.

'Let's go then.' She moved her feet away from my cock to my disappointment and stood from the table. Just as we both stood to walk away, a waiter approached us.

'Where are you going?' He asked in a slightly Italian accent. 'You no order the food yet.'

'We have to be elsewhere.' I told him.

'Yeah, we need to fuck.' Kate Lawler spoke in no uncertain terms. This woman was completely shocking me. The waiter smiled.

'You forget about the food okay? You have better things to do.' The waiter winked at me before walking off somewhere else. I struggled to walk properly out of the restaurant; the tent pole in my trousers was painfully obvious and I had to walk bent over. We walked around to the car park and I unlocked my car. As soon as we were sat next to each other she grabbed me and turned my face to hers. 

Before I had chance to protest, not that I was going to, she embraced me in a passionate kiss, forcing her tongue into my mouth. I responded equally, running my tongue along hers, sucking on her tongue, exploring her mouth; she tasted sweet and fresh. I felt her hand unzipping my fly and my raging cock popped loose from my trousers. She grasped it and started playing with me, powerfully stroking my shaft.

The kiss came to an end and my dick was oozing precum from the head. 'Lets go back to your place, my boyfriend is at home.' She spoke, her voice full of lust and desire. It didn't entirely shock me that she had a boyfriend, in fact I kind of expected it. What shocked me was the fact that none of these celebrities seemed to give a shit about faithfulness in relationships. 

I started my car and drove out of the car park headed towards home. Not even noticing the fact that I hadn't zipped my dick back up. Kate was sat in the seat next to me, consciously teasing me by rubbing her hands up and down her smooth silky legs and gently massaging her feet as we drove. Making appreciative little moans. 'I'm glad you like my feet,' she spoke, 'I'm very proud of them; it's nice for someone to pick up on their beauty.' She continued. 'As a little reward, I'm going to wrap them around your hard, throbbing cock when we get back. And I'll slowly stroke them up and down your length whilst I finger my tight, wet pussy.' I had to turn and look into her sexy blue eyes. 'You like the sound of that big boy?' I looked her up and down. 

She had kicked off her shoes and her feet were playfully stroking one another on the floor of my car; but she had also angled her body my way and spread her legs partly. One of her hands was now in between her legs and I could see she was playing with her bare, shaven pussy. I looked around for a thong but found none, realising that she must have been panty-less this whole time. 

I couldn't take any more. I brought the car to a screeching halt at the side of the motorway. Kate needed no prompting as to what to do next; she immediately swung her feet over the handbrake and into my lap, gripping the shaft of my dick and milking precum from the head which ran down my shaft and onto the top of her feet. The car was filled with her scent; it was divine. She expertly fingered her pussy, teasing her clit with her thumb; she was now laid back against the passenger door so she could give me a footjob. Her feet felt amazing on my cock and I put my hands around them squeezing them tighter on my dick and playing with her delicate little toes.

'Ohh god!' She moaned as she fingered herself, her other hand by this time had worked a way under her top and she was squeezing her breasts. I could see her pink puffy nipples being squeezed and tugged at as she continued to work on herself and on me with her feet. 'I can't take this any longer' she cried. 'I need you to fuck me!' She removed her finger from her pussy and clambered her way over the back of my seat into the back of the car. 

I followed suit, not being one to disappoint. Luckily, I have quite a big car and there was plenty of room in the back for what we wanted to do. We managed to manoeuvre our bodies so that Kate was laid on her back with her head resting against a door; her legs were in the air, her perfect feet in my hands and within reach of my mouth. I was in between her legs with her legs running parallel to my chest. 

Wasting not a second more I let go of her left foot momentarily so I could grab the shaft of my dick and lead it toward her tight, wet pussy. It felt so good when I pushed my swollen head up against her pussy lips. She let out a soft moan as I pushed my cock inside of her inch by inch, feeling the warmth and wetness inside of her. I took her foot in my hand again and began to softly massage her sole as I took the toes of her other foot into my mouth. I ran my tongue up and down her pretty little toes, savouring them, whilst I began to fuck her hard in the back of my car. Her moans were gradually becoming squeals and screams of pleasure as her orgasm built up inside of her.

The car was shaking as I fucked her, and sucked her toes in turn; playing with her feet with my hands. I was now fucking her at an amazing rate and she was gasping for breath. 'Ohhhh fuck!! I'm cumming! She squealed as her whole body began to tremble. 


Her feet moved away from my grip and she managed to push them hard against the car ceiling; Pushing herself down into the seat of the car, bracing her whole body as she began to violently shake and scream her way through an earth shattering orgasm. Her wet pussy began to grip my cock as she came, then she began to squirt girl goo from her pussy. It coated my dick and my pubic region, it soaked through the material of my car seat; all the while she kept moaning an gasping, and pushing herself further into the seat. 

Finally she slowed, spent and sweaty, her hair all over her face, her feet collapsed and the soles of them resting on my face. her pussy was dripping now and as I still fucked her she was too wet and sloppy for me to feel anything. I removed my cock from her cunt and she took the hint; working it so that her feet could grip my dick she expertly began to wank me off with her soles. She had high arches which fit perfect around my shaft and I knew it wouldn't be long before I came.

In fact, just as I was thinking that, I felt the first wave of my orgasm hit and I began to spurt my cum all over Katie's perfect little feet. I came more than I ever thought possible; it dripped from her feet onto my seats and everything else. By the time I'd finished, literally everything was sticky. She was looking into my eyes, a lazy little smile playing on her lips. 'Jordan was right,' she spoke, 'fucking amazing; I think we'll be seeing more of you.'

After we'd rested for a while and let the steam dissipate from the windows so I could see to drive; I offered to drive her home. She declined on the chance that her boyfriend might be watching out for her, asking me instead if I could drop her off at her friend's house; a certain Cat Deeley, from a Saturday morning television show. 

I said that would be no problem and followed her directions to a big house about an hour from the city centre. She asked me if I'd like to go in for a drink, but I declined saying that I had work in the morning, which I did. But she didn't leave without giving me her number and telling me that she'd be seeing me sooner than I could imagine. We shared a slow, passionate kiss and then she left the car; my cum still on her feet and ankles and her own juices dribbling down the insides of her legs. I drove home, looking forward to seeing both Jordan and Kate Lawler again real soon, and hopefully getting introduced to a few more celebrities along the way.



Starfucker Ch. 02



(Once again, not all the tags apply to this chapter. But even if you ain't seen 'em yet ... they'll be here. All characters who are actually having sex are over eighteen. This chapter is a touch shorter than the last, but it's got more nasty stuff per cubic inch.) 

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The Miata was incredible; it ate up the road like a hungry tiger and went exactly where I pointed it. On the way to the arena, I took the opportunity to blow off a couple of 'Vettes and a Porsche at stoplights. It was wonderful watching their drivers' expressions in the rearview as the Miata pulled away... 

"Having fun?" Frank growled from the passenger seat.

"Well, yes," I admitted.

Frank scowled; reaching into his shirt pocket, he pulled out a miniature pack of unfiltered Chesterfields and lit one. Then he climbed up the shoulder belt to the top of the seatback so he could see out.

"Okay," he said. "First groupie lesson -- parking the car."

"What does parking the car have to do with being a groupie?"

"Practise," he said, with an evil grin that looked positively Satanic on that face with that beard nose and eyebrows. "Turn in there."

I looked; the parking lot he was pointing to was one of the close-in ones at the OmniTheatre, and "Event Parking", according to the sign, was fifteen dollars.

"No way," I said. "There are cheaper lots and there are even safe places to park on the street down here."

"Yup. But you aren't gonna pay fifteen dollars for parking. You aren't gonna pay at all. Well, not money, anyway."

"What do you mean?" I asked, though I suspected I knew... and the thought gave me sort of a warm feeling Down There.

I pulled into the lot, and there was a vacant parking space right behind the attendant's shack -- close to the gate, but out of sight of the street. I parked the car, looked up, and saw the attendant approaching. For just a minute I was worried -- I knew him! He was in my English class! In fact, because he was the class geek and I was the class titless wonder, we'd both felt excluded enough a lot of the time that we'd sort of become friends. "He's going to know me!" I breathed in panic.

"Know you? What the hell -- did FG make those oversized tits out of part of your brain? Would you know you if you saw yourself and didn't know you were you?"

"Uhhh... well..."

"Okay -- First Groupie Lesson -- 'Strategic Flashing'. Wait to get out till he's almost here, and then make sure he gets an eyeful as you swing your legs out..."

"Oh -- sure!" I said with a giggle. "Poor Dexter; he's liable to faint if I show him too much..."

"Don't worry about that."

I looked in the mirror; Dexter was coming up to the car, parking ticket in hand. He hadn't really noticed me in the car, he was just doing his job.

Timing it carefully, I flipped open the door, and swung around to get out of the car. As I did, my miniskirt (micro, let's be honest) slipped up until it was more like a wide belt. Not only did it show every inch of my legs up to the tops of my sleek sheer stockings, it showed my garter belt and... well, let's say that I'm pretty sure that Dex had no trouble reading the descriptive text on the front of my thong, as bad as his eyes were.

"Now lean forward as you get out..." FZ hissed. I did, and the old t-shirt I wore was loose enough and the cutout neck opening was large enough that I was wondering if one of my boobs was about to pop out right between Fred and Paul's pictures on the shirt.

Looking up at Dexter, I was amazed; he was standing there, white as a sheet, eyes huge behind his thick glasses. He was actually sweating. Most of the parking tickets he'd been holding were fluttering to the ground, except for the ones crushed in his shaking hand. "Look down" Frank hissed. I did, and I was amazed -- Dexter had a sudden raging hardon; it must have popped up suddenly in response to... err... something he saw. With a sudden evil glee and an even hotter tingle in my pussy, I asked myself if I had any idea what could possibly have caused that... I thought I did.

"Okay -- here's the deal," Frank hissed. "You don't have any money, you need to park, and wouldn't he be a sweetie and sort of look the other way."

"And...?"

"And make him feel good. Looking at this geek, I'd bet he never even saw a real naked girl, and I'm certain he's never touched one. With one hand you can get him to do anything you want..."

I thought about what he'd said, and then I got it. Grinning wickedly to myself, I walked up to my sweating classmate, letting my hips roll even more than FG's modifications made them roll naturally. Stopping when I could tell that I was about an inch closer than he really felt comfortable with me being, I licked my lips (those wide slutty harlot red lips) with barely the tip of what I knew was now a small, pink and very pointy tongue, batted my eyelashes, and ran one hand down my hip to smooth the skirt (which, of course, led his eyes downward and reminded him of what he'd just seen) and asked "Hey, Sweetie, is it okay if I park it there?" I was amazed at the tone and effect of my new voice -- you almost felt as if guys could fuck that voice all by itself and get off.

"Ummm, sure, ummm, ma'am..." he stammered, eyes rolling as he looked for an escape route. He backed up to preserve his personal space, and I stepped right into it again.

"How much for parking?" I asked.

"Fif... fifteen dollars," he managed to get out.

"Ohhh, that's too bad," I murmured, moving again, until my tits almost touched his chest. He stepped backward and to one side again. "I don't have any money with me..."

"Ummm, well, the rules..." he began, as he took the last step backward he could and found himself backed up into the Miata's side. He was trapped and he knew it. His eyes darted frantically from side to side, looking for an escape route. From his place on my left shoulder (the one cartoons always show the little demon sitting on), Frank chuckled evilly.

I took one more step, and this time I felt my tits press firmly against his chest. I rolled my shoulders a bit, both to make sure he knew what he was feeling, and to put a little stimulus on my nipples where they poked over my bra.

Dexter froze like a deer in headlights, and his already huge eyes get even larger.

"Do you suppose," I purred, moving in a bit more, for the kill, as it were, "that you could help me out with parking since I don't have the money?"

"Oh, no!" he blurted "My boss is very strict and he..."

"... isn't here right now," I murmured in his ear. "But I am and you are..."

By now my hip was pressed against the front of his pants and I could feel his rigid cock through the thin layers of material. I rolled my hips again, not only pressing my nipples against him again (i liked that feeling), but also stroking my hip against his dick.

I thought he was going to faint.

"Oh, come on, sweetie," I purred, turning so that his hardon was rubbing along the front of my mound, pressing tightly against him and gently humping my hips. "I could be really friendly for someone who was friendly to me and helped me out..."

"Ummm... well... maybe I could... ummm..." He was beginning to hyperventilate.

"Oh, come on," I said, easing off for a moment on the pressure. He sighed with relief as he thought I was backing away, then jumped and gave a startled yelp as my warm slender hand slipped in between us and I lightly clutched his cock through his pants and began to squeeze it gently. "You could give me a free ticket... just one ticket," I continued, giving an extra-sharp squeeze. "No-one would ever know, and I'd be ever so grateful..." and I stepped up the tempo of my manipulations.

"Ohhhhhhh... ohhhhh..." he moaned, his hips beginning to pump slowly in time to my hand's motions. "Just one ticket, and I promise you I'll make you feel so good..." I whispered on a warm breath into his ear.

"No... I... uhhh..."

"'No?'" I said, stepping back a bit and stopping stroking his rockhard dick -- but not letting go of it. "Maybe I ought to go to another parking lot."

"Oh, no -- don't do that!" he gasped out, and frantically peeled off a ticket form the by-now rather sweat-soaked wad he was still clutching in one hand.

"Here -- free. Only please don't go now..."

"Awww. How sweet," I purred, stepping back and pressing myself firmly against him along the length of our bodies, my hand trapped between us still stroking his cock.

I gave him a little, close-lipped peck on the mouth, and then leaned forward, stuck out my tongue, and licked the side of his neck from his collar to his ear, which I slipped my tongue tip into, then nipped on the lobe. At the same time I began stroking him even faster and more firmly with my hand, at the same time pushing my tits against him as tightly as I could, allowing the shirt to slip downward somewhat so that he could look downward and see all of the tops of the warm globes, right down to my hard, pointy nipples pressing against his chest.

That did it -- two more strokes and I felt his hips jerk hard three or four times, he let out a deep, almost agonised-sounding moan, his eyes rolled up in their sockets and he slumped back against the car as if he were unconscious.

At the same time, I could feel his dick pulsing in my hand, and felt something warm and wet. I looked downward and the front of his jeans was dark and soaked. His hips jerked a couple more times, and the wet dark area spread some more. I caught a whiff of an odour that seemed as if it ought be familiar, though I couldn't place it; when I raised my slightly sticky fingers to my face, I smelt it more strongly. Even though I had never smelt it before, I suspected what it was (and I was right) -- this was only my first whiff, but by the end of the night I had become very familiar with the smell and taste of cum {even grrl-cum, for that matter, but we'll have to wait till I get to the right part of the story for that... }

Stepping away from the semi-conscious form of my classmate, I slipped the ticket he'd handed me under the windshield wiper and started to head for the auditorium.

"Hey!" Frank said from my shoulder. At some point while I was giving Dexter his first hand job (mine too, of course) Frank had lighted another of his unfiltered Chesterfields.

"What?" I asked.

With an evil grin, he gestured toward the car, where Dexter was just getting up on his feet. "Doesn't he deserve a little tip, too?"

With an equally evil grin, I'm afraid, I agreed that he certainly did.

Spinning back around, catching Dexter by surprise, I grabbed him, bent him back against the car, and proceeded to give him the biggest, sloppiest, wettest, deepest tonguiest kiss he had ever had or probably would ever have in his life.

Then I dropped him and he slumped against the red car again.

"Buh-bye, big boy!" I caroled as I swivel-hipped my way toward the OmniTheatre.

"Head around to the stage door," Frank said. "It's time for Groupie Lesson Number Two -- 'Getting In Without A Ticket'..."



Starfucker Ch. 03



It was while I was at work the next day that I got another phone call from Jordan; she asked me if I wanted to pop by her place after work. I asked her why, but all she said was that she had a friend visiting that I might like to meet. I agreed to go over and took directions to her house. I then settled back down to my work, my mind constantly drifting back to the previous night with Kate Lawler in my car. The stains on my car seats had mostly come off, but there were still patches, and the insides still smelled faintly of her sex. I then began to look forward to this evening at Jordan's; she'd been one hell of a fuck before, hopefully I'd be receiving similar treatment later. 

Before I even realised, it was time to leave work; I'd hardly done any work since the phone call three hours previously, but I didn't really care either way. I said goodbye to my colleagues, and made my way to my car; I got in and set off in the direction of Jordan's house. All the while wondering what she had in store for me when I arrived. 

I managed to find her house in a fairly nice area, it was a fairly large detached; not bad for a person who makes her living doing nothing basically. I strolled up the driveway, loosening the tie on my shirt and unbuttoning my top button. I knocked on the front door, noting that the curtains for the front room were drawn so nobody could see in. I was just about to knock again when I heard muffled footsteps on the other side of the door. The door was opened slowly by a very sexily dressed Jordan. As I looked her up and down I felt my dick stiffening in my trousers. She wore a pair of knee high, leather boots; crotchless, black leather panties through which I could see the pink of her pussy lips. On her upper body she wore a black leather waistcoat which met just below her huge bra-less tits; I could just see the deep pink of her areola. In her right hand she held a leather whip which rested softly against her right thigh. 

'Hey there sexy boy' She said, 'come on in, welcome to Mistress Jordan's love shack.' I was about to speak up and say that I wasn't into slavery when she interrupted me; 'don't worry, I'm not gonna make you my slave; I want to treat you.' 

'Oh, well ok then, I guess.' I replied as I stepped inside her house onto the wood panelled flooring of her hallway. 

'Follow me,' she spoke as she walked past me, caressing my ass softly as she passed; she wiggled her tight ass cheeks as she walked and I felt my cock stiffening even more in my trousers as I followed her into the room which had the drawn curtains. 'Aden' she spoke as I entered the living room, 'meet Miss Tara Palmer Tomkinson.' I followed her gaze into the corner of the room, where, sat cross legged right in the corner; was the glamorous IT girl, Tara Palmer Tomkinson. Another celebrity who was famous just for being famous basically. She had appeared on a show on the television, something about celebrities being stuck in a jungle, I'd never paid much attention to it. But what I had paid attention to before was her looks; she was very tall and skinny, more elegant than gangly. She had long, smooth legs and a very pert ass; with extremely tiny little tits. She almost had no tits at all they were that small, but beautiful in their own way. She had long brunette hair with blonde highlights in it that fell loosely around her elegant face. 

She was completely naked, except for a pair of tiny pink, cotton ankle socks covering her pretty little feet. Her well trimmed pussy looked fantastic, her pink fleshy lips were slightly parted and her pubic hair was neat and very short. Her tiny little nipples stood erect on her tiny tits. She didn't smile at me, but instead gave me a sultry, yet sexy look; similar to that of a child who isn't getting their own way. 

'Tara... aren't you going to say hello?'

'No, fuck off.' She said in her middle class London accent, her lips pouting even more.

'Aden, please take a seat,' Jordan smiled graciously at me, 'I do apologise for the rudeness of my slave. Let me just correct her and I promise she'll be nicer next time.'

I nodded my assent and sat down in a huge leather armchair so I could watch with interest what may be about to unfold before me.

Jordan made her way over to another armchair which was the exact same as the one I sat in; pretty much directly opposite from me. She sat, spread her legs and patted her thighs. 'Come here Tara, don't make this worse on yourself; accept your punishment and then be polite to our guest.'

Tara grudgingly stood to her dainty little feet; she stuck her tongue out at me, a kind of childish gesture which, surprisingly was highly arousing at the same time. She looked apologetically at Jordan, 'please don't spank me mistress.' Her eyes widened to form a kind of puppy dog look. The kind that said, 'how could you possibly punish me? I'm a good girl.' Jordan however was having none of it; she reached out and grabbed her by the arm, yanking her into position, bent over Jordan's thighs, her tight ass pointing skyward and within whacking range of Jordan's whip. 

Busty dominatrix Jordan wasted no time in bringing the whip crashing down on Tara's tiny little ass. I felt myself becoming aroused as I watched Jordan disciplining her 'slave'. Tara pouted all the way through, grimacing with pain as Jordan whipped her now bright pink ass. 'Are you going to apologise?'

'No!' Tara said defiantly, causing Jordan to bring the whip down harder on her little ass; my cock was now stiff as a rod in trousers watching the display. What surprised me most was that, although the whipping must be causing some distress, Tara moaned with every whip; her face a cross between sheer pleasure and excruciating pain.

Jordan dropped the whip to the floor and pushed her index finger inside her slave's tight little pussy. 'You're getting off on this aren't you? You dirty little bitch.' She pulled her finger out of her pussy and thrust it in my direction. 'Look how wet she is.' She said, as I saw how her finger glistened with moisture. 'Go lay down on your back on the table.' Tara was about to protest, but Jordan was having none of it; 'Now!' She commanded, Tara didn't argue; she made her way to where there was a very sturdy looking oak table in the corner of the room. 

She mounted it and lay down on her back, her pussy on the edge of the table and her pretty little feet dangling over the edge; her legs were so long that her feet almost dangled all the way to the floor. Jordan turned to me; 'Tara wants a big, hard dick; that's why I called you.' She stood and moved over to me; she began to undress me as she spoke. 'I want you to go over there and fuck her hard with that big, thick cock of yours.' She was incredibly close as she undressed me, I could feel the heat radiating off of her amazing body; as she unzipped my fly and pulled my trousers down she crouched down real close and moved her face and mouth real close to my raging hard on. As she pulled my boxers down she opened her mouth slightly and let it hover just above the head of my dick; breathing hot air slowly onto it. I had to fight it to not cum there and then, she was so sensual. Finally she had me stripped naked and she moved away, letting me stand up and move towards the table where Tara Palmer Tompkinson was slowly playing with her clitoris.

No words were spoken as I moved in between Tara's opened legs and slowly pushed the head of my cock up against her open pussy lips, which glistened with their moisture. She still had a look of defiance on her face, but that was mixed with lust now; her finger still rubbed softly against her clit, and she made no attempt to stop me as I slowly pushed the first few inches of my dick inside her tight, extremely wet pussy. Slowly I began to fuck her, I reached down and took hold of each of her ankles as I thrust in and out of her. I liked the way the soft cotton of her socks felt in my hands; I imagined her pretty feet wrapped around my dick wearing these socks.

'Are you going to thank Aden for giving you what you want?' Jordan spoke as I began to thrust my entire length in and out of Tara's tight snatch, feeling the walls of her pussy gripping my shaft. Tara just shook her head; 'I knew you'd say that, you need further punishment.' Jordan said as she too hopped onto the table, it was sturdy enough to easily take both of their weights; Jordan stood at full height on the table and placed her feet either side of Tara's head, the pointed toes of the leather boots facing me so I had a perfect view as she squatted down, her crotchless panties showing her swollen, pink, pussy lips.

Jordan sat her full weight down on Tara's face, grinding her wet pussy on her slave's nose, and forcing her to pleasure her orally. Jordan was really loving it; moaning and wailing as she felt Tara's tongue entering her fleshy folds and exploring. She continued this process of lifting her pussy up to give Tara breathing time before grinding back down onto her face. I began to fuck her harder, feeling her getting wetter and wetter; Tara was fingering her rock hard nipples as she was used and fucked by both me and Jordan, her orgasm rapidly approaching. She wrapped her ankles tightly around my neck and I moved my hands to her waist, where I gripped her to allow me to fuck her harder.

Jordan meanwhile had made herself orgasm and was busily cumming on Tara's face, her juices dribbling down her cheeks and chin, she moaned and shuddered, her gigantic boobs bouncing up and down. Jordan finally finished cumming, but stayed in the position she was, her pussy hovering slightly over Tara's face. I watched with growing excitement as Jordan began to pee all over her slave's face. The slightly yellow fluid came spurting out, splashing onto Tara's willing mouth and face. This act seemed to turn her on no end as I felt her thrusting herself even harder onto me cock as Jordan pissed on her face.

I felt my own orgasm approach as Jordan continued to piss a seemingly endless stream of her golden juice onto Tara's face. In between gulping down the fluid she was moaning and screaming as her orgasm overtook her body and she began to wildy thrash and buck on the table top; her pussy gripping my cock like a vice and sending me over the edge as I began to pump wave after wave of my seed deep inside Tara's tight pussy. Her little titties jiggled on her chest as she continued to cum. The flow of piss that cascaded onto her face had slowed and stopped, but still Tara continued to cum, and as a result, my own orgasm continued. I came more than I thought I could, emptying my entire load deep inside of her vagina.

Finally I finished cumming and as I removed my cock from Tara's pussy, a stream of my milky fluid ran out of her opening in rivulets and pooled underneath her ass crack on the table. I slowly dressed myself as I watched Jordan go down on Tara and lick up the majority of my seed from her slave's pussy. I told Jordan that I was leaving; both her and Tara looked upset at my news, but I promised them both that I would be seeing them again. Jordan gave me a little wink and said she would phone me in the next few days with another surprise. I thanked her and made my way out of the house reflecting on how much my life had changed over the past few days since meeting Jordan for the first time in the nightclub.



Starfucker Ch. 03



(Suzi continues her education.  The doorman is a little harder than Dexter.

(And more difficult to get past, too.)

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"Okay, here's the deal," Frank said, as I walked toward the backstage entrance of the OmniTheatre. "You have to get past the doorman and probably at least one roadie before you get a shot at the band."

"Do I handle them like I did Dexter?" I asked.

"Likely not; he was just a geek; these guys are pros, used to dealing with groupies. They're gonna want more than just a feel. And each one you gotta get past is gonna want more... It's sort of a ritual call-and-response thing, really; thousands of empty-headed hot-pantsed sluts just like you have been refining and polishing it since just about the beginning of rock'n'roll."

"Okay, so what do I do?"

"Well, first you give the traditional opening gambit... there's the doorman!"

And there was the doorman, indeed. Standing with his arms folded as he lounged against the doorframe, he was big, muscular and bored out of his tree, I could tell.

"Try to just waltz past him," Frank hissed.

I trotted merrily up the steps, stilettos clicking on the sheet-metal treads, boobs threatening to bounce out at any second. I waved and grinned to the guy, and reached for the door handle, started to open the door, and... 

"Not so fast, girlie," he said, grabbing my wrist and yanking my hand away from the door. "And where do you think you're going?"

"Hey -- I'm with the band!" I said.

"Right. Where's yer backstage pass?"

I made a show of searching the very few hiding places that my current costume offered.

Frank said "Don't forget to check to make sure whether you've got it 'round your neck... , " so I reached down between my boobs just in case it was somehow there and I just hadn't noticed. He noticed that, though, and his eyes sort of stuck there as I gave up checking and pouted in my best empty-headed slut fashion and whined cutely "Aw, shucks, I must'a left it home!" and stomped my foot (drawing attention to my Long Legs and Short Skirt). Then I put one finger in my mouth and sulked, sucking on my finger tip and occasionally licking at it with my tonguetip.

"Okay, you're not gonna bluff him. Get closer." Frank advised. I took a step closer. Unlike Dex in the parking lot, this one didn't back off. In fact, he grinned kind of knowingly and renewed his attempt to look down my top, gaze past my tits and check out my pussy, all in one view.

Giving that poor finger a real workout, I looked up at him from under half-lowered eyelids, kind of like Bacall getting ready to tell Bogart to put his lips together and blow, and said, low and sultry -- more a purr than words -- "I could be nice if you'll just look the other way 'till I'm inside..."

I took another step, bumping up against his leg as he lounged half-sitting on the step railing. Turning my hips a bit, I pressed my mound up against his thigh and used his denim-covered leg to stroke my cute little kitten.

"Really nice," I said, taking my finger out of my mouth and stroking it along his lips, as I rubbed my crotch harder against his leg; I knew he could feel the moist heat I was generating. His tonguetip flicked out and touched my finger and he grinned.

With my other hand I reached down and stroked his crotch -- he was even harder and bigger than Dexter had been.

"Oooo," I squealed, "What's this?" and I took a firmer grip and began really stroking it through the cloth.

Somehow, one of his hands had found my ass and was massaging one cheek, pressing my pussy tighter against his leg, and the other was stroking a handy tit. Oh, my -- that was nice. I could feel my nipple standing up like a little pebble, and the tingly sensation it caused was slipping down to my cunt and doing Interesting Things there. By now, I'm sure I was leaving a damp spot on his jeans.

I brought my other hand in between us, and found his zipper. Slowly, so as not to lose contact for a second, I slid it downward. He didn't say anything, but the one hand slipped over to my other tit and the other was now slipping under my micro and investigating my ass a bit more intimately.

Reaching into his fly with both hands, I coaxed his big erection out of his boxers and carefully worked it past the zipper. (How can guys stand the thought of something like a zipper that close to It?)

As his hand fondled my ass and a fingertip tickled up and down along the crack, I took his cock in both hands, and began stroking it as if I knew what I was doing. Apparently, I was either faking it okay or my Fairy Godfather had implanted some skills he hadn't mentioned, because he moaned and his hips began to move in rhythm with my hand motions.

As I stroked it, a part of me inside my head was watching myself wonderingly. Up till this instant, I had never even seen an erect male organ in person, as it were, much less touched one, and here I was, busily masturbating one. And a decent-sized one, too, judging by what I'd read and seen in porn tapes.

Fascinated by the sensations and the sight of my own hands Doing It, I was looking downward at his cock in my hands. He let go of my tit just long enough to grab the back of my head, and turned my face up to his so that he could kiss me as I jerked his dick extra hard. As his hand went back to my boob, his tongue pressed against my lips and slipped into my mouth. (Not like I was trying to keep it out.)

For a few more seconds we stood that way, me stroking his big cock, him kissing me hard as he played with my boobs and my ass, his hips jerking in time to my hands, and my crotch moving on his thigh in the same rhythm. (I suppose technically, it could be said that I was giving him a hand-job, but let me tell you, more than one of us was looking likely to get off as a result of this little escapade.)

I was aal-m-o-s-t there when he grunted, grabbed me with new force, pressing me tightly against him and I felt his cock pulse in my hand -- once, twice... and then he erupted.

Luckily, I had him aimed a bit to the side, so only a little bit splashed onto me, and that was mainly on the leather skirt, where it would clean up good. I was amazed both by how much he shot and by how far it splattered; I tried to imagine having that squirting up inside of me and the thought was enough to kick me over the edge into at least a small orgasm. I remember thinking that if that were a small one, I could hardly wait for A Real Big One (as opposed to a do-it-yourself one).  

We stood there clutching each other for support, then we unwound. I stepped back, and amused myself by scooping up the blobs of semen from my skirt with a finger and then giving him the Bacall eye again as I raised it to my lips and carefully licked all of it into my mouth and swallowed. As he tucked himself back into his pants I discovered that he had popped one of my boobs completely out of my bra and shirt, so I made a little show of carefully tucking it back in, stroking the nipple a bit first.

"Okay," he muttered. "I think I see something over that way I gotta look at for about five seconds."

He ostentatiously turned his head directly away from me and the door, and began to count "One second... two seconds... "

I took the hint, grabbed the door handle, pulled it open and slipped past.

I was backstage at the OmniTheatre for a Larry and the Honkers show!



Starfucker Ch. 04



Sneaking through the dark dusty backstage area at the OmniTheatre, I was beginning to feel lost -- what if I couldn't find the dressing rooms?

"I played here," said the six-inch ghost of Frank Zappa sitting on my shoulder. "Dressing rooms are back that way." I turned and headed in the direction he pointed.

It was going great! Soon I'd be in the dressing room with Larry and the Honkers!! Soon I'd be naked and finding out if Larry Donovan really did have the size cock the package in his pants indicated!!! Soon I'd be getting fucked for the first time in my teenage life!!!!

And a hand grabbed my shoulder and a voice said "Well, well, well -- what have we here?"

I froze, and then the hand on my shoulder tightened, and I had no choice but to turn around and face my captor. Judging by the toolbelt, the "Miracle Sound" ("If it sounds good, it's a miracle!") t-shirt, and the neckchain with the laminated cards (one said "CREW -- All Area" and the other one had the Honkers' logo on it), I'd been caught by a roadie.

Judging by the 42D tits stretching the XXXL shirt. Larry and his buddies were Equal Opportunity Employers.

Of course, the fact that this chick was at least six foot ten and looked as if she could have spotted Wonder Woman the first lick... I mean, punch... and still fought her to a draw might have had something to do with it, too -- I mean, someone has to move the really heavy stuff, right?

"Oops," Frank remarked mildly from my left shoulder.

"Ummm... I'm looking for the Little Girls' Room... ?" I tried, with what I hoped was a placating smile (about the same smile I'd have tried on a large and hostile looking tiger, say).

"Yeah, right," she said, with a nasty little grin. "Well, I guess you're little enough to use one of those..." She looked me over carefully, top to bottom (and then down to the floor, too) and bottom (i could almost feel her eyes on my ass in the tight leather microskirt) to top (she seemed to be amused by the Cowboy Mouth t-shirt) and then up to my face, too. "I think I'll just waltz your little groupie ass over to the cop working Security and have him arrest you for trespass. I doubt a little thing like you is good for much, anyway."

Suddenly there was a noise -- literally a noise -- going on in the back of my head. You know how in old World War Two movies about submarines, when they submerge, there's this noisy loudspeaker going "Ooogah! Oooogah! Dive! Dive!"? Well, in the back of my head, and so loud I was amazed she couldn't hear it, there was like a loudspeaker going "Oooogah! Oooogah! Dyke! Dyke!"

I'd heard about something called "gaydar" -- I guess FG gave it to me with everything else. I really did want to have a little chat with him about his sense of humor, though.

And then I realised that the "Ooogah!" routine, having gained my attention, was over, and now it was like a little bell was going "Ding Dong Domme! Ding Dong Domme!"

I was definitely going to have to have that little chat with FG about his sense of humor.

Frank apparently got the message, too. "Act scared, act like you'll do anything to keep her from turning you in..." he hissed in my ear.

So I did.

"Oh, please, don't make them arrest me! My Daddy would spank me black and blue if I was arrested..." I looked up at her, tears in my eyes, lips trembling. "I didn't really want to come here, anyway, but my girlfriend made me do it!"

I could see that the mention of spanking and of my (fictitious) girlfriend making me do things registered with her; I could also see her eyes checking out my body again. Instinctively, I shifted to one side so that the micro rode up a bit, showing the top of my stocking, the tanned flesh above, and one of the garters holding it up. That went over pretty well, too.

"Well, you're a sad little kitten, aren't you?" she said, letting go of my shoulder, but standing where she could grab me if I tried to run.

"What's your girlfriend got to do with it?" she asked.

Sniffling a little, like I was ready to bust out bawling at any minute, I answered "She -- she bet me I couldn't dress up slutty and get backstage at a concert," I said. "Whichever of us loses has to be the other's servant for a month." That definitely got her attention.

"Servant?" she asked, running her tongue over her lips and looking down at me again, hands on her hips, which propped those big (braless) tits up as if they were on a shelf right above my head. I noticed that I was starting to get somewhat interested in how this was going to turn out, too. In fact, right then we could have been having a t-shirt nipple-bump contest; the only reason she'd have won is 'cos hers were larger to start with. "What kind of 'servant', Kitten?"

"Ummm, well, clean her rooms, make her bed, do her laundry, ummm..." I artistically trailed off, holding my breath to make my face turn red.

"Uh huh. And help un-make the bed, maybe?" she asked with a grin.

"What? Oh, no, no -- I wouldn't do that! I'm not that kind of girl! I wouldn't..." I looked down, and scuffed a toe on the floor, again drawing attention to my leg and (let's face it) crotch. She looked down, grinned again, and then reached out a big (but slim) hand and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at her.

"Maybe you wouldn't do that, Kitten, but it sounds as if your girlfriend is a 'do that' kind of girl for sure." I looked away, as if avoiding her eyes, without actually breaking eye contact. "And maybe with ropes and collars and other stuff, too?" she asked with a sly grin. I let a scared expression cross my face, and I quivered artistically, just a little.

"Well, you know, this may be your lucky day, Kitten."

I pretended to look up hopefully.

"I don't think I'll turn you in -- but you do have to be punished for sneaking around my backstage, to -- let's say -- pay your admission."

"P-punished?" I stammered, allowing a few more tears to leak out, trickling down my cheeks to the hand that held my chin.

"Yeah. 'P-punished'," she said with an evil grin. "A spanking, but probably not as bad as your old man would give you." She looked around. Over in a corner, behind some sheets of plywood standing on edge that would hide the area from most people passing by, was what looked like a beat up old couch. "Let's go" she said, spinning me around and giving me a push in the middle of my back in that direction.

I noticed that her hand lingered for a moment, and, in fact, dropped down to momentarily stroke my cheeks through the thin leather.

I was definitely feeling that good old warm feeling in my middle by now.

It was an old couch. Beat up, but still sturdy, it looked as if it was the center of an improvised crew break area -- a coffee pot and a cooler of beers and soft drinks were there, too.

"Bend over there," she said, pointing at the nearest arm, "put your hands on the seat cushion, and lean your weight on them."

As I did, I could feel myself having to go up on tiptoe, and I was willing to bet that the way my legs and butt were stretched by the position was a sight to see.

"Okay, Kitten, get ready... , " she said, and I could feel her hand stroking my ass, rubbing it firmly as she muttered "now... just how should I do this... ?" I could also feel a small trickle of warm juice.

Then I felt my short skirt pulled right up, exposing my butt completely; I could imagine what she saw -- the thong of my panties running down between the cheeks, framed by the straps of the garter belt, the tan, line-less cheeks... the moisture in the crotch of the panties... 

Again her hand touched me -- skin to skin, this time, resting gently first on one cheek, then the other with little stroking motions... soothing, petting motions, as she crooned "What a dear sweet little tanned Kitten it is..." and... 

"SMACK!" my left cheek suddenly stung like fire. This wasn't any playing-around, for-funsies; this was a serious spanking. I bit off a whimper as... 

"SMACK!" the right cheek suddenly burned as well, and... 

"SMACK!" on the left again and I almost hollered, and tried to twist loose, but her hand on the small of my back held me down, and... 

"SMACK" on the right again, and this time I did whimper, and... 

I heard her laugh, not nastily, but definitely not sympathetically, either.

"Little Kitten's all red!" she said. "Does it burn, Kitten? Does it hurt?"

"Y-yes," I said, still not trying to cry -- not so much from the pain, but from the humiliation.

"Mustn't have Kitten's ass burning while she tries to boff the band!" she said, and I could see her reaching down for something.

Suddenly cold wetness pressed against my burning asscheeks, shocking contrast to the pain it relieved. She rolled it back and forth, and I was able to glance back, before her free hand pushed my head back, and briefly see that she had a cold, sweating can of Tall Toad malt liquor and was rubbing it on my ass.

After the heat and pain of the spanking, it felt wonderful, but I wasn't ready for her to suddenly turn it and use the can to stroke my pussy up and down through my panties. I couldn't help it, I let out a little "Ooo!" of surprise and, to be honest, pleasure.

She chuckled again. She let go of my head, and stepped back. I began to get up, thinking it was over, and immediately her hand was on my head again, holding me down.

"I didn't say you could get up yet, Kitten!" she snapped.

"I'm sorry..." I began.

"'I'm sorry, Mistress, ' Kitten," she said firmly. "Say it!"

"I'm sorry... Mistress..." I muttered.

"Very good." She let go of the back of my head again, and then her other hand began to stroke my ass, fingertips slipping down along the crack to touch the warm material of my panties, then back up again... 

"Oh, my... " she laughed. "Such a warm Kitten it is. If I stroke it and caress it, will it purr for me?" Through the cloth, I could feel her blunt fingernails tracing along the lips of my cunt. God! It felt wonderful! Even the slight left-over burn from the spanking felt sexy under her stroking hand... 

And she stopped.

I must have made some sound of protest, because she said "Don't question Mistress, Kitten."

Suddenly I heard a jingling sound and then the sound of a zipper, as she stepped around into my sight. Her toolbelt was on the floor, her regular belt was undone, buckle jingling as she moved, her zipper was down, and she was unbuttoning the waistband of her jeans.

As she slipped them down over her hips, I saw that under her work clothes she had made at least one concession to being sexy; her panties were a black thong with a "Joan Jett & the Blackhearts" logo on the front. She saw where I was looking, and she chuckled "Worked crew on one of her tours. Lots of little confused kittens try to get to Joan, you know. It's where I started really liking the feel of a warm, soft, fuzzy kitten..."

Hooking her thumbs in the band that passed over her hips, she slipped her panties down, and stepped out of them. She stood there in my view, naked from the waist down, like some sort of warrior goddess from barbarian days, getting ready to rape a couple of captives. That image was stimulating even before I thought it through and realised that I was the only captive she had handy.

There was definitely a swamp-like feeling in the crotch of my panties by now. Stepping back to the couch, she reached under me where I leant forward on my hands with my middle supported by the arm, up under my shirt, and she gently but firmly grabbed my tit; lifting the globe of flesh and squeezing it some in her huge hand, then letting it fall again as the pinched the nipple and rolled it 'round between thumb and fingertip. I couldn't help it; I closed my eyes and let out an "Oooo" of pure pleasure.

"Feel good, Kitten?" she asked. Blushing bright red -- lust, not simulated embarrassment this time -- I nodded my head just a little, as if ashamed of myself for admitting it. (Actually, I was hoping that if I looked reluctant, she'd do even more... And she did.)

Reaching round me on the other side with her left hand, she began kneading, pinching, stroking and fondling both of my tits, bringing my nipples up like bullets. She played me like an instrument as I lay there, letting go of one tit and reaching back to stroke my ass again, letting her fingers slip between the cheeks and tease my asshole. It was sooo good. I let my head hang down and just moaned in pleasure.

Suddenly the pleasure stopped, and her two big hands, one on each side of my head, raised my head till I was staring at the blonde curls that matched the thick blonde braid that hung down her back.

"I've got a kitty, too," she said softly. I could see the parted lips of her sex, and the pink inside... and the moisture, glistening on the lips and hairs. "My kitty doesn't feel quite clean," she continued, sitting down on the couch near my head, continuing to stroke my hair as if I were actually a kitten. "I want it clean, and here I have another little kitten who'll be glad to clean it up for me..." suddenly her hand grabbed at my hair tightly enough to hurt, and she forced me to look up into her eyes, "Won't you, Kitten?"

The pain in my scalp and the stress on my neck left me with only one plausible answer. "Y-yes," I choked out.

"'Yes,' what?" she demanded, pulling my hair a little tighter.

"Yes... Mistress," I managed to get out.

"Good!" she cooed, letting go of the handful of hair and beginning to stroke my head again, gently, almost soothingly. "And how do little kittens wash things that aren't clean, Kitten?" she asked.

"I... I don't know, Mistress. How do they wash things like that?"

Suddenly she twisted 'round on the couch, her long, sexy, muscular left leg flashing high like a dancer's, over my head and then down past my shoulder, resting at the knee on the padded armrest that I was bent over, her foot dangling, her right leg partly on the cushions, foot on the floor.

Before I realised what was happening, she seized my head with both hands, hissed "With their tongues, stupid Kitten," and shoved my face down into her crotch.

For a moment, blinded and almost suffocated, with the hot smell of her in my nose and the taste of her juices smeared all over my face, I panicked and struggled, trying to get loose, forgetting that this -- or something like this -- was part of the plan.

"Stop wiggling, Kitten -- get to work!" she said in a growly voice.

I got hold of myself (figuratively speaking), managed to draw back just a bit, and experimentally stuck out my little pink tongue and licked at the inside of her thigh. She moaned, just a little, in the back of her throat.

I turned my attention to the curly-furred blonde pussy I was being pushed against; licked gently up and down along the spreading outer lips, savoring the taste -- one I only knew from my own fingers -- and then did it again. "Yesss..." I heard her voice.

I licked my own lips, gathering up more of the greasy liquid that coated them, then returned to the hungry pussy that was so accessible, so wide open for my tongue. I teased the lips, feeling them puff up and open even more widely, lipped them and sucked on them, nipped at them gently with my little, sharp teeth (somehow I seemed to know exactly what to do), then plunged my tongue as far as it would go into the hot wet hungry hole between them.

Thrusting my tongue inside her cunt, licking at her lips, I raised one hand from the couch, and hooked my arm around her right thigh, tickling its inner flesh and the place where it joined her body with my long red nails. Supported by my arm 'round her leg, I was able to raise the other hand from the couch, and to reach up a finger and to begin to trace along her cunt lips as my tongue continued to explore her inner folds. (I was beginning to realise that, however tiny my tongue might appear when I just stuck out the tip, it must be longer than Gene Simmons's tongue if I stuck it all the way out... ). Then I used two fingers, one tracing each hot moist lip... for a moment.

Then I raised my head, and my tongue-tip gently flicked at the hooded bump at the top of her cunt.

She gasped, her whole body shook, and her hands pulled me to her again, her thighs pressing tightly against my ears. I could visualise her, the tall, amazonian body lying on the couch, her head thrown back, eyes half-shut in pleasure, both her long long legs over my shoulders now, as I greedily licked and gobbled at her wonderful hot cunt.

As I teased and tickled her clit with my tongue tip, luring her out from under her hood, where I could worship her properly, I slowly slipped one finger of my right hand into her pussy, slowly penetrating that hot, gripping hole. Carefully, gently, I began to stroke her with that finger, in the same rhythm that my tongue was lapping at her clit with.

Another moan, and her hips began a slight humping motion against my hand and tongue. Still concentrating on her clit, but occasionally slipping my tongue downward to where my finger slid more and more deeply inside her with each gentle thrust it gave, I added another finger, slowly, gently working that inside her cunt, also.

She was beginning to twist on the couch, moaning almost constantly in rhythm with my tongue and fingers in her cunt, as I added a third finger to the two that by now were literally plunging in and out as if they were a slightly undersized cock, finger-fucking her ruthlessly, licking up her juices, belabouring her clit with my lashing tongue, as more and more of her juice ran down my chin and dripped on the old leather couch. My other hand had slipped upward, stroking across her flat belly, teasing her deep bellybutton, and found its way under her t-shirt, where my fingers stroked, fondled and teased at her wonderful firm breasts and hard nipples, bringing even more moans of pleasure.

Her hands came up, clutching again at my head, pushing me to her, but with an odd combination of need and gentleness as her hips suddenly began to buck in rhythm with my tongue and fingers, twisting and thrashing as she moaned more and more loudly until, with one sudden wordless yell, she pushed them up into my face one more time, and all of her muscles went rigid as she hung quivering and her cunt began to twitch and pulsate with orgasm, milking at my fingers as if trying to suck them deeply inside her... 

She gave three or four more gigantic lunges with her hips, almost screaming with each, as she continued to cum, then collapsed limply back onto the couch, letting go of my head and just lying there limp for a moment.

Slowly, she raised herself upward, looking down at where I lay with one cheek on her thigh, drawing patterns with her glistening juices on her other thigh.

"Damn, Kitten -- " She reached down and lifted my chin to look at my face. "That was about the best I've ever been eaten out, and I've been licked by pros."

Looking at me, at the smile that must have been on my cum-coated lips, she said "You don't have a bet with a girlfriend -- or even a girlfriend to be with, do you, Kitten? You played me. Naughty, naughty Kitten. Maybe you need another spanking?"

Even though I smiled and shook my head "no", the thought caused a little twitch somewhere in my girlparts. Maybe I was naturally submissive.

But the jolt of stimulation reminded me that, while I had just participated in the first true sexual act of my life with another adult, I had not gotten off. I was, to use an expression I'm sure my grandfather thought I hadn't heard him say, horny as a three-peckered billygoat. Without even thinking about it, my hips were twisting and moving, trying to rub my hungry pussy against the arm of the couch in an effort to find some relief.

My giant lover noticed, and said, with an evil grin and twinkle in her eye, "Awww -- Kitten wants to be petted too, hmm?" with an arched eyebrow.




Starfucker Ch. 04



"Mmm-hmm," I replied, trying to reach back to my cunt with a hand without unbalancing and falling off the couch's arm.

"Don't move. Hold still!" she commanded. Her voice held such a note of authority that I obeyed without thinking, blurting out "Yes, Mistr..." before I caught myself; that game was over.

Swinging that long, sweet leg over my head again, flashing her cunt and asshole at me as she did, she rolled off the couch, steadying herself with a hand on my shoulder as I instinctively reached down to catch my weight, again hoisting my ass into the air.

Still bare from the waist down, looking like some statue of a Greek goddess (though I don't recall ever seeing a photo of, say, Aphrodite, with her own cum and a lover's saliva running down her inner thighs), she stepped around me. I tried to see what she was doing and where she was going, but she gently turned my eyes to the front with one big hand on the back of my head.

"Shhh!" she said, with a giggle in her voice, an unlikely sound in that deep brown, furry contralto.

I felt one hand resting on the cheek of my ass, holding me still... and the fingers slipped under the crotch of my thong panties, and one sank almost immediately to the knuckle in my hot, slippery cunt.

I moaned loudly -- I couldn't help it, it felt so good! -- and she chuckled again, and added a second finger to the one already stroking in and out of my pussy, slipping them almost completely out, just teasing at the lips, and then all the way in, curving them, trying to find my G-spot.

A third finger slipped into my greedy hole, stretching me, filling me so full that I could feel the bumps of her knuckles as they slipped in or out past the lips, pushing me further and further toward the first real non-solo orgasm of my life.

Her thumb began to stroke gently at my clit in time with the thrusts of the fingers, and her other hand stroked my ass for a bit, then its fingertips slipped between my asscheeks, right down and in, and began playing with my anus.

I gasped in surprise when that first happened, but then I relaxed and enjoyed the sensation. Gently, her fingertip stroked and teased at the little puckered opening, while most of her whole other hand pumped in and out of my hot dripping twat. Carefully, she slipped just the tip of one finger inside my asshole, drawing back when I tensed up again, pressing forward when I relaxed. I remembered something I had read in an old issue of "Penthouse", and I pushed back against her finger, willing my ass to relax, to unclench.

After a second or so of gently pumping my ass with a finger, she pulled the finger away; I was about to moan in disappointment when I felt something hot and wet replacing it, and realised that, as she fucked my cunt with her hand, she was going to lick my asshole.

Close as I was to Making It, that did it.

I bit my own arm to keep from screaming aloud, and I know I went as rigid as a piece of wood.

When the stars and fireworks stopped flashing in my head, I found that I was lying normally on the couch, head cradled in her lap, as she lightly stroked my hair with the fingertips of one hand.

"I think I'm going to run into you again, Kitten," she said, with an almost-tender smile. "I think it'll be fun. What's your name, sweet puss?"

"Suzi," I answered. "Suzi Creamcheese."

"Good name for a groupie," she grinned. "Mine's 'Lola'; I was born 'Ruth', but a woman has to be ruthless to succeed in this business, so I changed it to 'Lola'."

She picked up her discarded garments from the floor and began to dress. As she did, she kept on talking as if we were old friends.

"Okay, little Suzi-Kitty. Tuck in your boobies, wipe the cum off your face and legs, get your panties and skirt straight, and trot right up that hallway and the stairs at the end as fast as your cute little legs will take you, to the dressing rooms.

"The opening act's just about to go on, so you've got an hour or so to get into somebody's pants good enough that they don't toss you out.

"Oh, yeah -- and just in case you think you might be as good as a top as you were a bottom, give my regards to Fluffy."

"Who's 'Fluffy'?" I asked.

"Oh, you'll see," she said, with a chuckle. "I gotta go move some lights. Thanks for relaxing me; I was nervous, this is the biggest show I was ever foreman on..."

And with another wave, she hurried off in the direction of the faint crowd noise and PA announcements I'd been hearing for a while, and I turned and walked down the hall that led to the dressing-room stairs...