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Black Star

By: Noj



This story is entirely fictional and is in no way connected with the subject. This story contains adult material and is only suitable for people over the age of 18. If you are under 18 please stop reading now. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living, dead, or undead, is purely coincidental. All characters portrayed in this story are over 18. Do not use this without my permission. (c) Copyright Viper_Noj 2002 onwards. Now, on with the story! 

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Standing outside on the wet pavement, cigarette in one hand and phone in the other, he put his head back and gave a deep sigh, looking up at the clouded night sky. It'd stopped raining now and some of the stars were visible through the now white clouds, catching his eye as he blew out a lungful of smoke and tried to find some inner calm. It was getting late and people were out for the night, groups of girls giggling and tottering down the street in their heels, people moving bar to bar and enjoying themselves; time with their partners, fun with their friends, or just looking for a hook-up. It was the typical night out for so many, but not him, standing outside his shop and battling inner turmoil as he argued with his ex-girlfriend via text message.   

Raising the cigarette to his mouth, he took a long drag, leaving it in his mouth as he paused to use two hands to type another reply, blowing out the smoke casually around the Marlborough at the side of his lips. Neon lights illuminated the street around him, the glow from the signs in his window; he ran a tattoo parlour, a joint venture with another artist he knew, and was building a good reputation for doing excellent work. It was exactly as he wanted and allowed his creativity and lust for skills and knowledge to thrive, learning something new all the time. He wasn't above turning away work when he felt he wasn't skilled enough to do it justice either, telling people he'd rather they went elsewhere and got the tattoo they really wanted rather than put a few pounds in his pocket. It also had the effect of bringing people back, choosing to come to him for smaller tattoos or future work, liking his attitude and attention to detail and quality. He was generally pleased with things, especially his growing business and the way it allowed such an easy and intimate way to get to know people, letting him work on his social life while at work. Unfortunately right now that had kind of backfired, as it was through his skilful hands that he'd managed to meet the girl at the other end of the text messages he was sending, who had brought him so much happiness and then in a swift turn so much pain, and she was still playing with his head now as he struggled to move on with his life.

Sometimes you just can't move on from people easily, and this was one of those situations, especially as she'd ended things when he'd been happy, thinking they were going somewhere. She'd wanted space and needed to find herself, work out what she wanted, only she was still in his life, playing with his emotions. She'd go from missing him and hinting at getting back together, to telling him she wanted no contact and had to move on, praising how he was as a person to telling him every little thing she'd disliked in his character. It was a tough emotional ride, and he knew he should just tell her to leave him alone and move on, but he just couldn't and it was really starting to trouble him that she had such hold on him. He barely even noticed the long-haired, blonde-highlighted brunette behind him looking in the window at his designs as he smoked the cigarette to the butt and flicked it into the puddles in the gutter. Shoving his phone back in his pocket, he blew smoke out through gritted teeth in an almost growl of frustration, pushing a hand through his hair as he turned back from people-watching to his shop to be confronted by a petite, pretty girl, silhouetted against the neon lights as she looked over her shoulder at him curiously.

"Hey," he said, a little taken aback to suddenly discover her there, wondering momentarily what she thought as he imagined how he looked, smoking and huffing to himself at the side of the road.

"Hey," she replied, turning to him from the window, her hands in the pockets of her hoodie. To go with her long hair she wore smoky eye make up, a black hooded top, a short, pleated tartan skirt, knee-high black and red striped socks and doc martins. He immediately recognised her as singer Avril Lavigne, feeling his heart jump in excitement and nerves at the moment, but not letting it show, letting the relaxing effect of his cigarette keep its slender hold. They just eyed each other a moment, waiting for the slightest tension to break.

"Something up?" she asked, clearly referring to his evident frustrations.

"Yeah it's this...don't worry about it," he said, realising she didn't want to talk about his issues and he didn't really want to share them, flattered that she asked though.

"Sure?" she enquired, clearly at least somewhat compassionate for his problems.

"Yeah. So thinking of getting another tattoo?" he asked, pointing up at the window and his plethora of designs on show.

"Thinking about it," she said, "and anyway, what do you mean another? How do you know I've got any?" she asked, looking back to the window as she considered what she might like.

"You're Avril Lavigne, everyone knows you have tattoos," he said casually, relaxed by how laid back she was and just chatting to her like any other customer, and after all why shouldn't he.

"So you recognise me then," she said with a smile, not looking away from the window.

"Of course, I don't live under a rock. Surprised to see you here of course," he said, since he was genuinely shocked to find Avril at his shop, pondering a tattoo on a chilly, wet evening.

"Well like you say, I have tattoos," she murmured, giving a slightly foxy little glance sideways to him with a tilt of her head.

"So you wanting another one? This a spur-of-the-moment thing?" he asked, since he always discouraged people from getting them done without thinking it over properly, and he really didn't want any backlash from giving Avril Lavigne a tattoo she wasn't impressed with.

"No I've been thinking it over for a while, just been hankering to get another one for a bit now," she said.

"Miss the sting of the needle huh?" he said, knowing how people so often got hooked on getting tattoos, and he was sure it wasn't just for their aesthetics, but the feeling of getting it.

"I miss so many things at the moment," she said wistfully, pausing before turning to glance at him again. There was a pause as tension built for a moment, his mind churning over quite what she meant before he snapped back to reality and continued.

"Have you decided where you want it?" he asked, fleetingly hoping it wasn't just on her ankle.

"I think I know where I want it, just not quite decided exactly what," she said, looking over the designs still, evidently having a specific effect in mind for her new tattoo.

"I have lots more designs inside in my books if you want to check them out, and I can modify any you like, give it a unique edge for you," he offered, genuinely offering her his standard, excellent service rather than trying to find an excuse to get her into the shop.

"Really? Do you offer to do that for all the girls who come here on a quiet night?" she said teasingly, giving a sly smile and eyeing him up as she stepped towards the door.

"I'd love to pretend I'm just charming you, but the truth is you could be a hairy, six-foot biker in the middle of my busiest day and I'd offer you the same," he said with a smile. Avril gave a laugh and stepped into his shop with him a few steps behind, dropping down into a chair just inside where people could wait for others, or while discussing their wants. He stepped behind his small counter and found his thick books of tattoo designs, all carefully ordered by their styles to help people who were after a specific type of design.

"What is it you were looking for?" he asked, putting them down on the counter.

"A sort of Celtic design, not too generic but something like that," she said, leaning forward on her knees as he flicked into the second of his two thick books.

"Something like these?" he said, stepping round the counter and offering her the heavy book, which she hefted onto her lap, looking over the sharp black designs.

"Yeah these kind of things," she said, looking over the striking collection of styles and designs, all variations on the sort of thing she wanted.

"So where is it you want this tattoo?" he asked as she perused his work.

"Lower back," she said casually, eyeing up one design in particular.

"Really?" he asked, unable to help himself, before closing with "sure, no problem."

"Is there something wrong with having it on my lower back?" she asked, looking up at him with a slight smirk that hinted she knew exactly what he was thinking.

"Of course not, it's something I like personally," he said, just as his phone started ringing.

"I'll bet," Avril murmured with a smile, looking back down at the designs, deciding between a couple of them. Getting his phone out of his pocket showed it was his ex-girlfriend calling, probably because he hadn't answered her last text, hadn't even read it. He cancelled the call and before he could even take his hand off the phone as he put it away, it started ringing again. He cancelled it again immediately, then turned his phone off, not wanting to talk to her anyway, especially now he had Avril Lavigne to ink.

"Problems?" she asked.

"Yeah, but I'm not getting into that right now, better things to do," he said, wanting to not bring his ex up at this point.

"Absolutely, because I want this one here," she said, pointing to her chosen design. It was a symmetrical design, with an open black star in the middle and a rotating style open figure-eight with tails and streaks type design either side, a style that would nicely suit her lower back.

"Very nice, I think that'll suit you, I don't do that one very often either, people seem to want something more general," he said as he took the book back from her.

"Yeah I'm unique, trust me," she said with a giggle as she stood up, reading to get herself tattooed. Just then, the shop phone started ringing, both of them looking at it, having a fair idea of who it was.

"Just go through, get yourself comfortable, I'll be there in a minute," he said, waving her through to the back of his shop as he picked up the phone. It was indeed his ex-girlfriend, who immediately launched into a rant about how he wasn't answering her, his phone was off and so on. He knew he should just hang up on her, but he couldn't, and what ensued was an intense and passionate conversation that left him feeling pissed off with her. He ended it by telling her he had a customer and had had enough, hanging up the phone, then unplugging it. Walking into the back, he found Avril waiting for him, her hoodie and top gone, wearing just her bra.

"You know, she sounds like a bitch," she said to him, ignoring the fact she was half naked.

"I...what?" he said, losing track of things half way through staring at her and listening to her. He drank her in, her gorgeous slim body, bountiful breasts supported by a sexy black lace bra, creamy skin and the existing tattoos she had, well the ones he could see.

"Your ex, she sounds a right bitch," Avril reiterated, giving him a frank expression.

"It's complicated," he said quietly, regaining his composure and starting to get set up.

"It's not, she dumped you and she's still messing you around, I heard everything," she said, having listened through the open door.

"Yeah I'm just struggling to move on," he said, wanting to say just enough to finish this conversation.

"That's why. Tell her what you really think and to leave you alone, then meet some new people. You find a nice hot new chick and you won't think about her at all," Avril said, giving him a smile that said she knew what she was talking about.

"Yeah but it's not as easy as that," he said, getting his design, inks and tattoo gun ready with needles and sterilising equipment.

"Sure it is, you never know, one might just walk into your shop one night," she said with a smile, giving a little flick of her eyebrows before she turned round to kneel on his chair, sitting down on her heels and grasping the back of the chair, her short skirt sliding up but keeping her peachy rear covered.

"Well, I guess it's possible," he said, getting his design ready for her, eyeing up her sexy back.

"Course it is, just don't miss the signals, plenty of girls will find you sexy," she said, enjoying the sensation as he first put his hands on her, becoming professional now as he set about her tattoo.

"Where do you want it exactly?" he asked, wanting to get it perfect for her.

"You pick, find the best position, but I want it low down," she said, leaving him to finalise the details as she glanced back over her shoulder at him. He took a minute to contemplate it, eyeing the shape of her back and how her pelvis sat, the shape down into her bum. He made his decision, and it took a moment to fully consider before he asked.

"Pull your skirt down," he said, realising quite how that sounded as he said it.

"What?" she asked, thinking he was asking her to strip off.

"Just a bit, I need some more space to get it just right. It will suit you right low down," he said, which was true. She didn't speak, just pushing up off her heels a little and reaching back, pushing her thumbs into the waistband of her little tartan skirt and sliding it down slightly with a little wiggle of her hips, leaving it just above her bum.

"That better?" she asked, sitting back down and waiting.

"That's great thanks," he said, getting his design onto her and starting to work.

"I bet it is, I'm pushing my skirt off for you," she smiled, staying still to let him work. It took a few minutes, but he got the design onto her perfectly, level and centred. He always had to get it completely right, and he was pleased to achieve that on the first go with Avril, taking the time to do so.

"Right, got it. Let me get a mirror, you can check," he said, wanting her to be absolutely sure on it before he made it permanent.

"Don't worry, just use my phone," she said, grabbing it from her hoodie pocket and handing it to him.

"Sure, hold on," he said, pressing the camera button and wishing he could take a minute to go snooping and read all her little secrets. He took a photo of her knelt on the chair, wishing he could keep it himself, marvelling at how neat and right the design looked on her. Handing the phone to Avril, she studied the picture carefully, evidently as interested in its quality as he was.

"That's perfect, it looks great!" she said enthusiastically.

"Yeah? Completely happy?" he asked, wanting to be sure.

"Yeah exactly the sort of thing I wanted, and you've got the position just right, low down like that. Excellent, let's do it," she said, very happy with it.

"Ok then, give me a moment," he said, getting his equipment ready, black ink in the tattoo gun and then wiping her back with alcohol, making her inhale at the cold sensation. He settled himself in position, pleased to be about to tattoo the Canadian star.

"You know, if you had a girl in the position you've got me now, you wouldn't be thinking about your ex in the slightest," Avril said with a smirk over her shoulder. She immediately gave a cry, biting her lip as the gun buzzed and he pressed it to her beautiful body, deliberately starting in the most painful place right across her spine.

"You know what they say about girls with tattoos like this, Avril?" he asked casually, coolly working on her as he started moving through the design with surprising speed, getting it absolutely spot on at the same time.

"Of course, everyone does," she murmured through gritted teeth, getting used to the pain but still jumping and making noise as it crossed her spine.

"Don't mind that then?" he said.

"Are you asking me whether I like that, or about what people will say?" she said, managing to tease as he worked on her.

"Either," he said, not wanting to miss a potential chance to hear her sexual preferences.

"People are always going to talk, I don't care. My body and I'll do what I want with it. And most girls I've known with them tend to embody the stereotype," she finished, hinting at what it signified.

"Oh really, and you're getting one," he said, leading her towards what he wanted to hear, having the concentrate hard on his work now as he pondered Avril Lavigne embodying the characteristics of the lower back tattoo.

"Well who doesn't like doggy style," she said bluntly, catching him off guard a little and making him pause.

"Good point," he said, before carrying on.

"And some other things as well," Avril finished suggestively, making him wonder exactly how far she went in living up to it, and his cock stiffen in his trousers. Continuing, Avril was starting to struggle a bit more with the pain, and gave a particularly loud yelp as he worked at one area, making him stop as she jumped a bit.

"Do you need something to bite down on?" he asked, sitting back from her.

"Yeah, it might help," she said, leaning up a little on the chair and breathing deeply. He thought a moment, a naughty idea entering his head, making his heart race and knowing it was pushing his luck. He didn't know where the decision got made, but he decided to go for it, sliding his hands up under her tiny skirt. He didn't bother to waste time hiding what he was doing, sliding his hands over her thighs and bum, feeling her jump at his touch as he slipped up under her skirt and into the waistband of her knickers. Feeling her warm skin under his hands, he pulled them down smoothly as she arched her back a little, then she lifted her knees so he could take them off her, showing she was completely into it as she knew what he'd do with it.

She was, or rather had been, wearing a sexy little black thong, almost sheer and lacy. It would hardly do what it was meant to do, but he had Avril's panties in his hands, and that was more the important factor right now. Bundling them up in his hands, he reached round in front of her, where Avril shocked and aroused him by flicking her hair back out the way and opening her mouth, letting him push them in before biting down on the naughty lingerie. He took a deep breath and steadied his hands before picking up the gun once more, blotting her with paper before continuing his work, hearing her grunt and growl a little.

"They're some very sexy panties by the way," he said, knowing she probably wouldn't reply. She gave a mumble that seemed something like a thank you, but didn't take them out of her mouth, just biting and tasting herself slightly on them as he inked her. It took a good while longer to complete her tattoo, making sure he did it perfect despite his mind trying to overwhelm him with sexy thoughts of Avril, or the urge to just take her where she knelt right now. The thing that wasn't on his mind now was his ex and her shit, that was for sure. Completing his work, he wiped her down and admired his handiwork, having left his mark on the Canadian cutie.

"There, one tramp stamp," he said with a smile, eyeing Avril on his chair, and just wishing her skirt would ride up so he could see what lie beneath. Reaching up, Avril pulled her panties out of her mouth, just holding onto the damp underwear as she pushed up to lean on the back of the chair, looking back over her shoulder to try and see it.

"How does it look? Does it suit me?" she asked, craning to see it. He picked up a mirror for her this time, holding it back to she could see her newest tattoo.


Black Star Ch. 02: After Dark



This story is entirely fictional and is in no way connected with the subject. This story contains adult material and is only suitable for people over the age of 18. If you are under 18 please stop reading now. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living, dead, or undead, is purely coincidental. All characters portrayed in this story are over 18. Do not use this without my permission. (c) Copyright Viper_Noj 2002 onwards. Now, on with the story!

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Having just completed quite a detailed tattoo for a girl, he sat back with a breath, taking a moment to relax after the intense concentration. She herself was taking deep breaths, relieved the pain had finished even though she'd asked for it. Looking down at his work, she smiled even as she winced at him wiping it clean, happy with the design he'd done for her. It was a deep red rose with thorns, quite an intricate and fine design that'd taken his skill to get right, sitting just in the right place on her lower tummy, in the angle of her pelvis and just above her pussy. Applying a sterile bandage to her was the final act, and she pulled her knickers back up, having been exposed to allow him space to work. She was getting it as a naughty treat for her boyfriend, so she said, but didn't seem concerned with showing off for him, knowing he was a professional.

Standing from the chair, she carefully pulled her jeans back up as he took his gloves off, knowing he needed a cigarette. She paid for his services, giving a smile as she turned and walked from the shop into the cold night, a bite on the wind and chill in the air. It was late autumn now and the weather was rolling in, but it was still a fine night, dark already even though it wasn't that late, the blonde illuminated by the neon lights of his window as she walked a little gingerly away from the shop. Stepping past his counter, with no other customers it was time to have that cigarette and like any hardened smoker, no cold weather would stop him. He dropped off the step onto the pavement, glancing at the girl walking away into the night and then up at the skies, clear and dark, the stars bright on the moonless heavens.

Reaching for his pocket, he found his cigarettes, raising the packet to his mouth and drawing one straight out, shoving them away as he reached for his box of matches. He still hadn't bought a new lighter, and was finding matches a distinctly reliable method at the moment. Shivering slightly at the colder-than-anticipated chill, he got one out, spinning the box in his hand as he lined up the strip, about to strike it when he heard;

"Need a light?"

It was a tone he knew, an unmistakable voice, a twang to it that evoked the most pleasant and surreal memories in an instant, and made his hands lose pressure on the match so it skittered ineffectively along the side of the box without igniting. Turning round, he was greeted by Avril Lavigne, stepping away from the corner of his shop and into the light from the window and nearby streetlights, a smile on her face as she held up his lighter, the one he'd left in her hotel back when the evenings were long and warm, stretching into the night.

"Yeah, actually, I lost my lighter," he said, unable to stop a smile breaking across his face as she clicked it on and stepped forward, reaching up to light his Marlborough.

"That's too bad," she grinned, flipping it shut and returning it to her pocket. Taking a deep drag on his cigarette, he had barely held it before her dainty fingers stole it from his mouth, popping it into hers and doing the same, making him smile.

"Some things don't change then," he said, blowing his smoke out into the clear night.

"Nope, some things stay the same," she said, sexily blowing her smoke out and then stepping in to him, leaning up to kiss him quite tenderly, her spare hand sliding round his body. Her lips were just delicious; he'd forgotten just how well she kissed, and revelled in the sensation of her soft lips and skilful, tender tongue as she gave him a long, lingering kiss. Breaking away, she looking up at him saucily as she put the cigarette back into his mouth.

"It's not always a bad thing," she purred as he inhaled, taking in how she looked properly for the first time. She was looking sexy as ever in a black leather biker-type jacket over a Gothy, corset style top, with a lacy, layered skirt, fishnets and some high heeled laced boots on. Topped off with her dark eyes, deep red lipstick and long, flowing hair, darker in colour now, she looked utterly gorgeous, and so enticing.

"No it's not. You're looking great as ever," he said, eyeing her up and down as he smoked, Avril not stealing it for another puff yet.

"Thanks, you look good too, but a bit cold," she said, seeing how he was slightly tensed against the brisk breeze.

"A bit, this warms me up, as does finding you," he said as she came closer to him, sliding in to cuddle against him for warmth. It was a wonderful feeling, as they snuggled together as if they'd never been apart and were so much more than near strangers.

"I can think of plenty of ways to keep warm," she teased, already laying it on.

"I bet. Hang on, were you just waiting out her for me? So you could crack that line with the lighter?" he said, pausing to consider how it was that she'd just reappeared in his life, smiling down at her as he thought about it.

"...Maybe," she said, smiling up at him shyly after a pause, then taking his cigarette again and looking down, hiding under her hair as she inhaled.

"Seriously? How did you know I'd come out at all?" he said, amazed that she wanted to set up such a moment.

"Well, I was just glancing in your window again, and then I saw you coming out with that girl," she said, gesturing in the way she'd left the shop, "and figured you'd probably be a predictable smoker and come out here for one," she said, knowing it sounded a little stalkerish, but he found it utterly adorable that she'd done it.

"Well, what if I'd quit?" he teased.

"I would've had to come in instead and my moment would've been ruined, either way I don't think you're too disappointed," she said, smiling and offering him the end of the cigarette as she turned and ground her bum into him a little, making him stir a little at the mere thought of having her again.

"Of course not, it's great to see you. Come to think of it, what are you doing here at all?" he said, finally realising the shock at seeing her again with words. Though they'd had a great night, and he'd done excellent work on her tramp stamp tattoo, which had now appeared in plenty of photos in magazines, he was never expecting to see her again, figuring himself a one-night plaything for the Canadian beauty.

"I wanted to take advantage of your skilled hands again," she said, giving an eyebrow towards his window of designs.

"You want another tattoo?" he said, not quite believing she'd come back to him just for a bit more needlework.

"Something like that, among other things," she said, taking the cigarette for the last puff of it, holding it with a smile before she breathed it smokily up towards him in the cold night, letting him breathe it in. Flicking the end to the kerb, she turned to walk into his shop, sliding her hand into his to lead him in the door. He couldn't believe she was there; given he had her number, he'd messaged her a couple of times after their encounter, which she'd replied to but it'd never given him any idea it was going any further. She'd asked him if her liked her pictures, to which he'd boldly sent her picture of her little black thong wrapped round his hard cock, figuring the picture gave her all the thanks that was needed. Avril had messaged back saying how hot that was, that thinking of him masturbating with her panties over pictures of her got her so wet, and that she might need to go and do the same, only helping make him harder at the time.

"So what did that girl want done? She was pretty, did she get the same service as me?" Avril asked, looking back at him foxily with a smirk.

"No, nobody else gets the service you got," he smiled, glancing down to her sexy fishnet legs.

"You told me you gave the same excellent service to everyone, guess you were lying," she said.

"No, you just...inspired me to offer an additional level of service that's all," he said with a laugh.

 "Enticed more like. So what did she get?" Avril pressed, nosing into the business of his other customer.

"She got a tattoo done, a rose and thorns, down inside her hip," he said as they got into the shop, feeling surprising relief as the door closed out the cold, background noise he hadn't realised was there fading to silence.

"Near her pussy then," Avril stated, surprising him with her bluntness.

"Yeah, down there," he said, shuddering a bit as he warmed up, amusing Avril as his body shook animatedly.

"Did you get to see anything?" Avril said with a sly smile.

 "Yeah, but she has a boyfriend, so she says. Said it was for him," he replied, locking door. He wasn't welcoming any other customers now he had Avril in his shop.

"You know, you never even asked if I had a boyfriend," she said after a pause, giving a playfully scolding look to him.

"Because I didn't care. By that point I was gonna fuck you whether you did or not," he said, turning the sign to closed.

"Oh it was like that was it?" she said with a grin, noticing him eyeing her again, loving the interest he took in her body.

"Yeah. So what can I do for you?" he said, stepping behind the counter.

"I want my clit hood pierced," she said simply, looking into his eyes. He just stopped, knowing his mouth was hanging open a little and eyes wide as he contemplated it, the cute Canadian singer with a naughty piercing hidden in her pants.

"Really? You actually want that?" he asked, wanting to be sure he'd heard her clearly.

"Yeah, you do piercing right?" she said, not seeming the least bit shy that she was asking for her clit hood to be pierced.

"Yeah, but not as much as I do tattoo work. You sure you want this? Thought it through?" he asked, as same as with tattoos he wanted people to be sure before they went through with things.

"Yeah, been thinking about it for a while, I want it," Avril said defiantly.

"You know it'll hurt? Not many girls come in here asking for that you know," he said, contemplating the idea of pushing a needle through her most delicate area.

"I know, and I kinda like the idea. They're just scared, lots of them want to, but they're just too scared to actually do it and admit they want it. I'm not," Avril finished, clear what she wanted.

"Ok then. Head through and strip naked," he said, giving just the slightest wry smile as he caught her eye.

"Naked?" she said, giving an inquisitive cock of her head.

"Naked," he reiterated, keeping a straight face. She paused, looking into his eyes.

"Sure thing," she said with a smile, sashaying sexily past him into the back room past the curtain. He paused, taking a deep breath, taking a moment to think where he was, that he'd get another crack at the luscious Avril Lavigne. In truth he was settling himself, and giving her a minute to take her clothes of, if she indeed did as he had cheekily asked. Taking a deep breath, he turned and then stepped through the curtain and into the backroom, where he was presented with a lovely sight.

She wasn't quite naked, but standing with a smile on her face was Avril, her gorgeously tight and toned body on display, wearing fishnet hold-ups, her boots, a sheer black balconette bra and sheer side-tied panties. Eyeing her up, he just took a moment to drink her in, studying her other ink work, knowing she liked him looking at her.

"I didn't get naked, because I knew you'd want to see me like this," she said with a grin, loving his reaction to finding her this way.

"You were spot on," he said, ogling her as she posed for him, noting her dark patch of pubic hair through the mesh of her knickers.

"I've masturbated about our night together so many times," she said softly, just letting her hand slide down to brush over the front of her thin underwear.

"And you jerking off over my pictures, with my panties," she finished, turning round and arching her back to show off her tight arse, her sexy side-tied underwear just about covering her bum as she wiggled a bit, letting him see first-hand how her tattoo now looked. It'd come out just perfect, and really was suited to her. She was evidently pleased with it.

"And now you know I'm a girl who embodies the stereotype," she said, glancing foxily back over her shoulder to him, "In every way."

"Come here you little prick tease," he said with a smile, keeping himself calm and authoritative towards the Canadian cutie. Avril turned with a smile and stepped to him, leaning up to kiss him as his hand went behind her back to release the tight bra strap. After her tongue lightly slid into his mouth, she pulled gently at his bottom lip as her push-up bra sprung undone, immediately letting her perky breasts be free, nipples hardening to the cool air as he pulled back from her and drew the bra down her arms to expose her.

"And now you can undo me like a present," she teased, pulling herself to him for more kisses, more passionate this time, lingering as his hands found their way to her hips, reaching round for a quick squeeze of her ass that she didn't discourage before they took hold of the bows on her slender hips. With a slow pull of both hands, the bows gave way, the silky ribbons sliding apart to let the sheer black material drop away from her front and back. She spread her legs a little to allow the panties to peel away from her feminine curves and flutter to the floor between her legs, revealing her thick patch of dark brown hair, neatly styled at the edges. Stepping back, he looked down to take in her bush, looking back up to her as he decided she could keep her thigh-high fishnets and boots on for the duration.

"That's not quite how I left it, and it'd be better if that was out the way for me to pierce you," he said with a smile.

"No, and that's kinda another reason why I came here," she said a little shyly, looking down from him.

"Oh?" he said, wanting her to explain.

"Well, when you shaved my pussy last time it got me really horny, I really loved it," she said, glancing up to him, "and you said that next time...next time you'd use a cut-throat razor," she said, looking to him with her big, pretty eyes.

"Yeah, I did," he said, considering what she was implying.

"Well, this is next time," she said, holding her hands out to present her near-naked body, offering herself as what he had to work with.

"I...you actually want me to shave you again?" he said, not quite believing what she was saying. He knew she'd enjoyed it, after all she'd suggested it, but he had no idea she'd enjoyed it so much that she'd come asking him to do it for her again.

"Yeah, as you promised, with a straight razor. The danger just...excites me," she almost whispered, knowing what she was asking was a touch weird for most people. She was sure he'd understand though, after all he'd happily shaved her before when she'd offered the chance. There was a pregnant pause as he looked at her, from her eyes to her pussy and then back up, slowing over her breasts of course.

"I don't have a cut-throat here at the shop though," he said, raising his eyebrows.

"I figured you probably wouldn't," she said, turning from him to go for her leather jacket, bending over for it, giving him a clean look at her sexy tramp stamp and the bulge of her delicious pussy between her toned thighs, stirring his already enflamed passions.

"And I wanted you to have something special to use for it, you know," she said, sort of trailing off as she handed him a fine case. He hesitated a moment, looking up into her eyes again before taking it, running his hands over the blue-tint of the machined titanium, his fingertips over the finely milled piece before he pressed the clip, popping the case open and pushing the lid back with his thumb. Inside lay a gorgeous brand new straight razor, its polished steel blade glinting, its smooth, creamy handle of ivory interspersed with dark grey vessels. He just stared at it for a few moments, a thing of pure beauty and quality before him, and undoubted expense.

 "That's real mammoth tusk that," Avril said, meaning the handle, allaying any fears he may have of its origin, and seemingly unconcerned that she stood nearly naked before him as she eyed him to try and read his reaction. It was a beautiful Dovo creation, with a 5/8" round-pointed blade, ground to uniform perfection by skilled craftsmen.

"Avril, how much did this cost?" he said, looking up into her beautiful face again, feeling a bit embarrassed at being offered such a princely gift.

"Don't worry about it, honestly. It's as much for you as it is for me," she replied, not taking no for an answer it seemed with regards to his accepting the razor as her gift.

"I don't know what to say," he said, running his fingers over the handle.

"You don't need to. You can thank me with what you do with it," she said with a smile, hinting that she wasn't here for too much talk on the subject.

"I guess actions speak louder than words," he said, closing the case, not wanting to take it out until he put it to use.

"Exactly. So do you want to fuck me before or after you shave me?" Avril said, making him choke on his own breath. He knew they were merely dancing around the obvious but for her to so blatantly address it caught him off guard.

"After. If this gets you as horny as you say, you'll be gagging for it by the time I finish," he replied, leaning down to kiss her again as he guided her towards the chair. He could feel her smile through their embrace as she was being given what she wanted, as he considered whether there was any shaving foam around. He did have to shave people now and then for tattoos, and was sure he still had some around. Avril sat back into the chair, the same one he'd fucked her vigorously over last time she'd been here, bringing back pleasant memories for her as she leaned back and pulled her knees up, spreading her legs open to give him a good view as he paused to watch her. She gave a giggle as he stared, then started untying her boots as he looked around for the shaving foam, finding it and sorting out a bowl of water and a towel as she dropped her boots to the floor in turn with a hefty thud.

"All ready for you," she purred as she pulled her smooth, toned legs up over the arms of the chair, exposing her juicy pussy and dark patch of hair for him, already feeling horny as she contemplated him working so intently on her. He'd already put the water and foam on the table beside her, where now he placed the razor, opening the beautiful case to present the razor, Avril eyeing it with a strange kind of lust. Dropping into another chair, he rolled into place between her spread legs, wrapped perfectly in their fishnets, which was all she wore now. He couldn't resist running his hands over them, and then down to playfully tickle her feet, making her giggle and kick.

He dipped a hand into the water and then ran it over her soft hair and lips, making her shiver at his touch as he prepared her a little, then got the foam, shaking the can briskly and then ejecting it onto his hand, the creamy white froth swelling thickly on his fingers. He then applied it directly to Avril, spreading it luxuriously over her pussy and insides of her thighs, working to massage it thoroughly into her pubic hair as she trembled a little under him, her nipples stiffening a little at the surge in her excitement as he lathered her up. She knew it was a little weird what she was asking him to do, and with a very expensive straight razor that she'd bought him specifically for the job, but she couldn't help herself. The erotic moment was emblazoned on her memories from before, and she wanted another one, and now after all that anticipation, here he was foaming her up, adding just a little more so she was very well covered to lubricate the incredibly sharp blade. Rinsing his hands, he dried them and then, after a thoughtful pause, picked up the gorgeous razor from its case.




Black Star Ch. 02: After Dark



"Just before you go to town," she said, pausing him and breaking the moment, "you do know how to use that thing right?" she asked warily, not wanting the desire for an erotic moment to end up being something far less fun.

"Yes, though I've never used one for this exactly," he said, indicating her creamy mound as he took in her tight body and perky breasts, Avril looking down to watch him, biting her lip with cute anticipation.

"Ok well then we're losing our virginity together, just be careful," she said with a smile, relaxing a little and spreading her legs just a touch more to offer him excellent access to her. He smiled and took a deep breath, calming himself as he took a good grip on the razor and moved in, able to feel the nervous tension boiling off her as she waited for the first kiss of the razor. He considered it for a moment, since he had to work perfectly with the razor or she'd end up with a cut in a very delicate place, repositioning the razor in his hand as he got himself prepared, Avril tense underneath him as she waited, putting her full trust in his hands again, but with far more at stake than their encounter in the shower months before.

Steadying her thigh with a hand underneath and around the outside above her knee, just touched it lightly to her groin, above her hair, flat to her skin and inclined to just the right angle. She managed to refrain from jumping as he did, and watched intently as, with just a whisper of pressure, he glided down through her bush, effortlessly sweeping away her patch of hair that'd taken weeks to grow. She gave a little shiver, feeling a rush of arousal and her pussy clench involuntarily as he moved away, rinsing the razor and giving a breath, the tension broken somewhat by the successful first stroke. Avril looked down, impressed at how clean shaven she looked already, tempted to feel it and find out, starting to reach over when he stopped her with a grasp on her wrist.

"Don't peek behind the curtain Avril, you can stroke it all you like when I'm done. Trust me, this will be the smoothest you've ever been," he said, his concentration taking on a distinctly dominant edge.

"Ok," she breathed, pulling her arm back and relaxing into the chair, feeling somehow safer in his confidence and control. He went back to work as she watched, working meticulously to perform the same stroke down her body, with the grain of her hair in near the apex of her thigh, before rinsing and repeating the other side, staying away from her labia for starters. Deciding the work through the phases, he moved lower, pausing to use a finger to carefully wipe away the foam from her soft opening, feeling her wetness leaking through as he penetrated her just slightly. He couldn't believe how turned on she was, and felt his cock stir despite his concentration at the thought of sliding his cock so easily into her juicy pussy once he was finished. With intent focus and a steady hand, he very carefully shaved down each side of her vulva, so worried he'd nick her as he did. She didn't say a word, just watching him work with considerable skill on her, loving the sight of him with the opulent razor as he shaved her most intimate area.

"So how come you know how to use a cut throat?" Avril asked carefully, making sure not to break his concentration as he carefully shaved down inside her thighs. He paused as he used the round point of the blade to delicately glide down the feminine curve between her lips and thigh, making her shiver a little.

"I just always wanted to do it, so I learnt, it gives the best shave," he said, rinsing the razor in the hot water and carefully moving a bit lower, nearer her asshole to complete his first, with-the-grain stroke.

"Wanted to be all manly and sexy shaving with a straight razor huh?" she said, sort of being playful but actually serious, since the thought of it did turn her on, thought of him as her man, all man.

"Something like that," he said, rinsing the razor again and then her, making her shudder a little as he did, already feeling like he'd given her an  incredibly close shave. She didn't question him though, just letting him work his magic as he picked up the foam again, rubbing it more thinly over her, feeling how easily his hand slid over her now much smoother body. Picking up the razor again, he went through the second phase of shaving her, working across the grain sideways, again working from top to bottom, giving a stroke from the left, and then the right, sweeping easily and gently across her stubble with the fine, dangerous blade. He took his time as he worked over her lip and off onto her thigh, making it a very smooth motion, both ways on either side, Avril intently watching the intricate skill he was applying to her, and noticing the sweat breading on his forehead, the intensity of things showing through.

Avril wanted to ask him things, but decided not to interrupt now, knowing he had to concentrate fully on the task at hand. Lying back in the chair, she closed her eyes to heighten her senses and marvel that something she'd thought about, fantasised about and even masturbated over was now coming true. He was working her to an incredible smoothness with a cut-throat razor like she wanted, and she couldn't wait to repay him for it by letting him slide his thick cock into it amongst other things. She tingled as he spread just a tiny bit of foam over her, a very thin layer so he could see what he was doing, washing the razor off well before he went to work for the final strokes of his masterpiece.

"This is the hardest part, don't move," he commanded, steadying her leg again. She nodded submissively and waited, then felt the touch of the blade, this time for upward strokes against the hair. She immediately felt a sense of worry, that the blade would slide into her soft skin, but was quickly relieved as she felt him slide perfectly up her mound, removing every tiny little trace of stubble that might remain, not that she felt even a hint of drag, just the erotic, silky slide of the razor over her skin. She breathed shakily in a mix of arousal and nerves as he worked in upward strokes, again going either side near her legs, but giving another upward one centrally to finish it off. Taking his time, he carefully worked round her delicate folds and curves as she lie with her head back, basking in the deep, risqué sensations of the blade on her, a strange perversion almost as he shaved upwards over her labia, thighs and just underneath a little.

He stroked her with his fingertips, making her immediately shudder at the intensity of the sensation, feeling so incredibly smooth and exposed right now, like she was brand new. With a splash of hot water she gasped, and then curled up from the chair in a pre-orgasmic tense as he stroked the towel over her to clean her off completely, leaving her totally smooth and exposed, every tiny trace of her hair removed. She felt his hand reach for hers, pulling it down to her pussy, where he'd told her not to touch as he worked. He guided her fingers onto it, where she tentatively stroked, feeling every touch and contour of her fingers as she slid them carefully over herself. Looking down, she was greeted by the sight of her incredibly clean shaven pussy, a stark contrast to how he'd started.

 "Something like that you had in mind?" he asked as he watched her explore it, cleaning then drying the razor, emptying the water and putting the towel and foam away.

"Yeah that's just sublime, exactly what I wanted," she said, her fantasy fulfilled, now desperately horny from the illicit strokes of the razor. He put it away in the case again and watched as she stroked up against the hair, unable to find even the tiniest piece of stubble.

"So smooth," she said, starting the stroke herself now, her fingers being spurred on by the pleasure she'd brought herself as she stroked over her lips and clit, her hood protruding now from her arousal.

"The smoothest," he said with a smile, happy to bring so much pleasure to Avril, and relieved that he'd done it right, without a cut. He watched Avril play with herself, his cock rock hard in his jeans as she circled her clit, looking up into his eyes with a devilish smile. Without a word he unbuckled his jeans, sliding them and his boxers down as he shoved the chair out the way, his hard cock springing up in front of her as she grinned. Her smooth, bare pussy was a stark contrast to her black fishnet hold-ups, and he couldn't wait to slide himself inside her, knowing just how tight and wet she would be. Avril bent her legs in to take a fumbling grip on his cock with her feet, making him groan slightly as her dainty feet squeezed onto his cock, the fishnets combining with the warm grasp of her feet to stimulate his steel hard cock. She stroked him a bit as she continued to stimulate herself, groaning slightly and moving to use her toes as his hands found her calves, stroking and squeezing them a bit.

"Do I have to wear a rubber this time?" he asked with a smile.

"I'm not telling," she said playfully, "you can be responsible, or you can take your chances," she teased, her spare hand reaching up to firmly grope her breast, her fingers circling the nipple. After a momentary pause, he shoved her leg apart, keeping hold of one and lifting it up over his shoulder, rolling her hips back as he pushed forward, pushing his erection down. She gave a sharp gasp as he thrust powerfully into her; despite the tightness of her pussy, she was so wet and ready for it that her body offered no resistance, and in a single stroke he sank himself balls deep inside her, making the Canadian star flinch in surprise and shock as she was suddenly penetrated and stretched around him. He paused a moment to let her accommodate him, rewarded by the clenches and grips of her snug pussy around him.

"I knew it," she breathed, looking up at him with a naughty smile, referring to him going bareback with her.

"We both know you want it this way," he said, spurring her on as he leaned down to playfully bite at her leg as he withdrew, thumping himself back into her pussy hard and making her grunt, loving the exquisite tightness of her pussy. She held the chair arm with her spare hand, her other still working at her clit as he started to screw her, his hand holding her hip to stabilise her as he started to pump hungrily into her body, his other hand pulling back just above her knee on her other leg to tension her as it pressed against his shoulder. She groaned deeply in the pleasure of his thick, smooth cock sliding in and out of her, lighting up every nerve ending and giving her a definite orgasmic twinge. She wasn't far off, as after his shaving and then her fingering she was fit to blow anyway.

She realised she'd missed this, how well he fucked her, the distinct thickness and shape of his cock inside her, pushing right up to her cervix as he went quite hard on her, not holding back to build up, just pounding on her dripping pussy the way he knew she needed it. Sliding his hand to her waist, he got more purchase on her body as he pumped harder, still using the full length of his cock to nail her, sliding back to his head just barely popped out and then driving in for the maximum pleasure of her muscles round the ridge of his head, pushing hard into her till his hips slammed into her tight arse, feeling her juices leaking over him.

"I never took any precautions after last time," she blurted out, looking up to him as he pounded into her. She immediately felt his cock a little harder inside her, and knew he was somehow turned on by the idea that she'd taken the chance after he'd blown twice in her unprotected pussy.

"Why not," he breathed, working hard to fuck her, going just a little harder, causing her to give a grunting, gasping moan.

"I didn't care," she murmured, feeling her orgasm building as she rubbed at her clit vigorously. He continued to fuck her, holding her tightly as he worked harder into her, wanting to make her climax. Avril stopped rubbing her clit, wanting to come from his cock alone, rolling her hips down to stimulate her G-spot. She was incredibly horny now, reaching up to squeeze at her boobs and then push her hands through her long hair as he fucked her. She knew there was a question on his mind, behind the primal need and want to fuck her, which was doing a very good job right now. She felt herself start to twitch, the orgasm starting deep in her body, her toes curling and feet arching. Letting go of her hip and thigh, he grabbed hold of her ankles, spreading her legs open and rolling her hips back with a sharp jerk down in the chair that made her gasp, holding the arms as he started to pound her hard, more accurately on her G-spot now, reading her body and knowing what she needed to make her climax, which had a near instant effect since she was so close.

"I'm still not on the pill now," she gasped before biting her lip, holding on tight as he pounded relentlessly into her vagina, holding back the orgasm as long as she could. That was the question she knew he'd wanted to ask, and now he knew it, he could decide whether he wanted to play risky with her. Her orgasm burst over her hard, making her tense up and then release in a huge shudder and deep, guttural groans, the kind that came straight from the soul as she climaxed, her whole body shaking as she came. Her toes curled tightly as she dug her fingernails into the arms of the chair, her noises turning to a brief wail of pleasure as she bucked under him as he continued to stuff himself into her pussy, loving how she squeezed and clamped down on his manhood, having missed just how pronounced and trained those muscles of hers were.

He was close now, pumping into her as her orgasm faded to leave the beautiful Canadian gasping and exhausted beneath him, continuing to work her pussy however to take him towards climax. He hauled her fishnet-wrapped legs to one side, over one of his shoulders and held them tightly round her thighs, squeezing them together and rolling her hips to give a different sensation to her pussy, making her tighter and her muscles round him slightly different. Pounding on her hard now, Avril continued to grunt as he fucked her almost viciously hard, smashing against her booty in hard, short thrusts, about to blow. She was worried he'd chicken out and pull out of her to jerk himself off over her stomach or ass, though the idea of it all over her freshly balded pussy was an enticing one. However she was rewarded with her wish as he breathed heavily, holding back as she felt him stiffen and swell inside her.

"Squeeze your pussy!" he gasped, holding back just long enough for her to clench her muscles a couple of times before he levered against her legs to slam himself deep inside her and explode, his cock jumping and throbbing within her as he groaned throatily, his balls tightening as he came hard, ejaculating thick, hot bursts right into her womb as she gasped and groaned with pleasure, immensely pleased he'd chosen to take the chance, pushing herself down into him to grind as he gave a few hard, grinding thrusts into her with the surges of his orgasm. Emptying every bit of himself as deep in her as possible, he squeezed hard as she clamped on him to milk his cock, releasing her legs as he breathed hard. She clenched and held as he pulled back to squeeze every last bit from him as he slid out, both of them gasping as his stiff cock slipped out of her silky, unprotected pussy.

"Fuck I needed that," Avril mumbled, lowering her legs and pulling herself to sit up a bit in the chair and resting back, breathing heavily as he turned and leaned back against his table, his cock bouncing slightly with his heartbeat as it softened.

"That was intense," he said, hanging his head a minute as the sudden drop of chemicals hit him, after the intensity of concentration shaving and then fucking her, leaving him feeling a bit washed out for a moment. He pulled his jeans back up and sat down in his chair, Avril reaching to hold his hand as they recovered from their energetic session, as hard and primal as the first time over this chair when she'd last visited. They just took a couple of minutes to recover, Avril's hand finding its way to her pussy to stroke softly at the enticingly smooth skin, marvelling at his skilful work once more.

"Thank you for shaving me, it's incredible. I know it was a lot of work," she said, squeezing his hand a bit.

"I'm glad you're impressed with it, it does look great," he said, glancing down to her smooth mound once more.

"Yeah, and feels even better. Best I've ever had without a doubt, even waxing never made me feel this way," she said, fascinated by his handiwork.

"It's the razor you crave. And now, I can give you the final thing you came here for," he said, standing up a little stiffly from the chair.

"I've already had the other two," she said with a smile, feeling her nerves rise at the thought of what was now to come.

"So how do you want this done?" he asked, referring to piercing her, since there were options and he was pretty sure her hood would carry all of them.

"How do you mean?" she replied, not entirely sure what he meant as she waited in the chair.

"Well do you want it horizontal or vertically pierced? Are you after this for sexual pleasure or looks?" he said, pulling on his gloves and finding a clamp, light and sterile needle.

"Well, I'm not sure how, I want it to feel good, but I also want it to look good as well of course," she said as he sat down again and pulled himself over to her, encouraging her to open her legs.

"What do you think I should get?" she asked, opening them and giving him access to inspect her, stroking her a moment before he teased her hood from her lips and inspected her.

"You told me you'd thought about this Avril," he said, looking up into her big eyes.

"I have, I want your opinion though, you know what's best," she said, sincerity in her eyes.

"I do?" he asked, pinching her hood slightly and pulling it out completely to get a good idea of her body.

"Yeah, you did with my tattoo. What do you think I should do here?" she asked, watching and shuddering with intense, overwhelming sensation as he pushed his little finger up under her clit hood to see how tight it was over the delicate nub beneath. He paused to think, pulling and stretching her hood a little, amusing her slightly at the professional manner in which he tested and checked her body.

"Well, you want it for looks, but you want it to feel good as well. You have plenty of space under your hood for a barbell, and vertical piercings generally feel better. However I don't think they look as good personally. What I'd suggest is to have a horizontal captive ring," he said, eyeing her up as he continued to fiddle with her.

"Yeah?" she asked, wanting him to elaborate just a little more.

"Yeah stay quite simple, have a horizontal piercing through your hood side to side, then fit a half-inch, fourteen-gauge captive ring with a four-millimetre ball. The ball will be under your hood against your clit for stimulation, but the ring will look good and symmetrical through it. You'll be able to change it afterwards of course for other jewellery, bigger bars, balls et cetera, but it's a good place to start", he said, having pondered it over, liking the idea of how that would look on her.

"Ok then, I'll have that," she said with a smile, liking the idea of it as he described it. It seemed to fit what she wanted.

"Rings can get caught on things, often people are best to start with a bar," he said as he went to find the jewellery.

"I'll just have to wear smooth panties then. Just go for the ring, let's do this properly. You've already shaved my pussy with a cut-throat razor, I don't think it's a day for half-measures," she giggled, pulling her legs up properly over the arms of the chair.




Black Star Ch. 02: After Dark



"Ok then, what style of ring would you like? Any particular colour or anything?" he asked, opening his stores of prepared jewellery.

"No, you decide, I'll let you pick my look," she grinned, seeing him grope her with his gaze as he looked over at her, sat on the chair with her knees pulled up and open. He considered it a moment, then found a polished titanium ring, its bluish hue distinguishing it a little from other polished pieces, which he thought would suit her perfectly. Taking it over to the waiting Canadian cutie, seeing her eyeing the tools that he'd use to do the job.

"How bad is this gonna hurt?" she asked, her bravado diminished now as she considered what she was about to go through.

"It's different for different people, but generally this isn't too bad. If you can handle a tattoo you can manage this. It'll hurt when I do it but after that it'll be alright, so I'm told," he said with a slight smile, since he himself couldn't know exactly how it felt. She didn't reply, and he got to work, positioning her clit hood and getting it clear in his mind before bringing the small circular clamp over, pulling her hood up and then gripping it, before squeezing tighter to lock the clamp, making her give a squeak of pain. Taking his light, he illuminated her hood through the clamp and looked carefully, before repeating it the other side.

"Hmm no not quite," he said, having seen a blood vessel he didn't want to pierce through. He unclamped her and repositioned his tools, holding her hood up to leave space underneath afterwards for the captive ball. He clamped her again, which Avril took silently this time and rechecked her, seeming happy with it now. He moved her hood around a bit, checking its position and tightness, making absolutely sure she'd be clear to wear the ring comfortably in this position.

 "Ok that looks good to me," he said, picking up the needle and peeling the packet open. Avril was breathing quite fast now, clearly nervous about it.

"Avril, calm down. Are you sure about this? Last chance," he said, looking into her eyes for any doubt. She slowed her breathing and visibly calmed herself down, lying in the chair with her clit clamped.

"Yeah, I want it," she said, looking in his eyes, then down at the clamp on her hood.

"Ok then," he said, positioning his needle to pierce through the clamp in the right place, placing a cork on the other side.

"Take a deep breath," he said, watching her slowly breathe in, staring into her big, beautiful eyes, "now out," he said. As she exhaled he swiftly pushed the needle through her clit hood, making her yelp and kick, pushing away and stretching her hood on the needle as it stuck into the cork.

 "That's it, that's it, all done," he said, pulling the cork off and releasing the clamp, opening it over the needle and off, leaving it through her clit as she gave heavy breaths.

 "Really?" she said, leaning up and looking down at the stainless steel needle through the top of her pussy, "That wasn't so bad."

"Yeah see, told you," he said, picking up the captive ring, quickly turning it through her hood as he drew the needle out, Avril gritting her teeth as it hurt somewhat, especially as he lifted her clit hood to secure the ball underneath it. Tightening it up, he let go and sat back to observe the polished ring through her delicate folds.  "How's that?" he asked. Avril sat up to look at it, studying the newest addition to her body.

"That looks hot," she said, grinning and reaching down to lift the ring with a fingertip, giving it just a little tweak, making herself shudder at the sensations of the ball directly on her clit, and the ring pulling at her just-pierced hood.

"It really does," he said, smiling wide in agreement as he cleared away his tools, peeling his gloves off and throwing them in the bin as Avril continued to marvel at her newly pierced clit hood, leaning back in the chair in nothing but her fishnet stockings. He took the time to take her in fully, her gorgeous body, firm boobs, beautifully smooth pussy thanks to him and her polished titanium ring. She looked up to him, positively beaming as she pulled herself up to sit properly.

"I assume all this is on the house," she said teasingly. He just smiled.

"Well, I did provide a particular service I've never done before, but I think you've covered your bill," he replied, ogling her as they spoke, which Avril enjoyed really, taking it as a compliment. She pulled her legs down and together, giving a squeeze of her thighs testingly, before dropping her dainty feet down onto the floor and slowly standing up. Feeling no discomfort, she looked down, pulling her tummy in a bit to just get a look at how her ring was hanging, reaching down to just brush her fingertips over her smoothness again.

"Want a mirror?" he asked, since she clearly wanted to inspect herself.

"Yeah, please," she said, reaching out to take it as it offered it. He watched as she used it to inspect herself, how the ring was displayed as she stood normally, hanging perfectly in her protruding hood. It accentuated it nicely she thought, and it was wonderfully naughty to know had that hidden in her pants, and judging by the little movements so far she was sure it'd be very useful in getting her off once she was up to it.

 "Still happy?" he said, watching her check it out.

"Yeah it's great," she said with a smile, handing him back the mirror and then adjusting her stockings.

"So what do you wanna do now?" he asked, since last time it'd been later at night and she'd invited him straight back to her hotel to fuck her for the night.

 "Well I was thinking," she said, as she bent over in front of him to pick up one of her boots, giving him a hell of a view, "that you could take me out for the night," she finished, leaning on the chair as she pulled one of her boots on.

"Yeah, anything in mind?" he said, considering how he'd go about taking her out for a date.

"Not really, just go out and have some fun, make it an interesting night," she said, getting her other boot and sliding into it, lacing it up deftly.

"I think it's already an interesting night," he said with a sly smile, and that couldn't be denied given what'd happened so far in his shop.

"Agreed, so let's keep it going. I could eat though," she said as she started to gather her clothes, bundling them on the chair. He just studied her decorated body, complete with its new addition, mentally grading the quality of the work.

"We'll find a place to have dinner then, there's a few decent places around here, must be something you like," he said as she slid into her balconette bra, letting him watch as she took a little longer than necessary to get her perky breasts settled in the tight, sheer material after clasping it. He was pleased as she went for her top next, leaving her bottom half bare as long as possible as she pulled on her corset-style top, again arranging her boobs for him and spending time to make sure it was just right, adjusting the token laces on the front a bit before picking up her layered, black lace skirt.

"Yeah am sure there's somewhere you can take me, I'm pretty easy," she quipped with a cheeky wink, before stepping into the skirt, slipping it up to her hips. It hung about mid-thigh, and she smoothed it out before looking up to him.

"How do I look?" she asked, knowing he found her hot by the bulge in his jeans.

"You look great, but I think you need to roll that skirt up," he said, giving a little rise of his eyebrows. She smiled at him and then set about it, rolling it up a couple of inches to show off more of her fishnets and creamy skin. She looked back at him for approval, where he shook his head.

 "More?" she asked incredulously. It was already pretty short now, and she knew her stockings would show if it flicked up.

"Yeah keep going," he said. Even though she didn't have to, she felt compelled to comply, wanting to please him and have a naughty night of fun, even if it meant some people got a bit of a peek at her. It was an exciting thought though, and she kept that in mind as she rolled it up again, levelling it front and back. It was just over her bum, and only an inch or so below her pussy, just about over the tops of her hold-ups, and even then it was onto the lacy tops of them, making it very clear what she was wearing. She looked to him again, and knew by his smile he was pleased.

"Yeah, that looks good," he said, the Canadian star now barely hidden.

"I assume you know I'm going commando," she said, informing him of the risk of her skirt predicament.

"I hoped you would," he grinned, loving the naughtiness of a girl going without her underwear, especially when it was Avril Lavigne in a tiny, loose skirt with a brand new clit ring. She picked up her sexy, sheer black side-tied panties and bundled them up in her hand, stepping to him and leaning up for a kiss, feeling his hand immediately slide up under her skirt to squeeze her bare ass as she did.

"And that means," She purred, pulling away, "that you can have these to jerk off over me with," stuffing her knickers into his pocket with a devilish grin. He just smiled as she did, pulling her back in for another kiss.

"I'm sure they'll come in handy," he said as she reached for her leather jacket.

 "Make sure you send me pictures like last time," she replied, giving a sly smile that held a certain seriousness, evidently getting to see him jerking off with her panties the payment for giving them to him. Avril loved the idea of him thinking about her as he masturbated, it turned her on and made her feel strangely wanted, so she wanted to help enable him. Of course another fantastic night with her would give him more than enough things to pleasure himself to in the future. He grabbed his jacket and checked he had everything, sliding the razor case into a pocket, then picked up the keys and ushered Avril towards the door.

"Locked this time at least," she commented, looking back momentarily past her long hair.

"Yeah, soon as you got here..." he started, being cut off by;

"You thought I was a sure thing?" in a playfully indignant tone.

"Based on previous experience, yeah," he said, making it clear he'd been intending on fucking her as soon as she showed up.

"Good, because I was," she grinned as she stepped outside. He flicked all the lights off and followed her out, locking the door up securely and then taking her hand. He started walking down the dark street, feeling the chill of the wind as it cut at their face and hands, Avril giving a shiver, a tingle spreading through her body as the breeze whipped under her skirt, over her freshly shaven pussy and round her thighs, feeling it keenly on her exposed treats.

"So you know where you're gonna take me for dinner?" she asked, looking up to him past her blowing hair, reaching up to brush it back.

"Yeah, somewhere nice I know, but first I have somewhere else I think you might like to check out," he said, a tone in his voice telling  Avril he was up to something. It didn't convey his nerves, worried that she'd find it too public or break the mood, but she seemed very open and kinky so he decided to push his luck.

"Sounds intriguing," she said, letting him lead the way. They walked a while in silence, before she broke in with a question.

"What happened with your ex? Did she ever call again?" she asked, wondering if anything had remained after her pragmatic hijack of his phone during their vigorous fuck session at her hotel.

"Oh, yeah she did actually, couple of weeks later," he said, not sure how far to go into all of it.

"And?" Avril pressed, just leaving it open for him to continue.

 "Well she was pretty pissed, but I wasn't taking that crap any more, I moved on," he said.

"With a real hot piece of ass," she interjected with a giggle.

 "Yeah, think you know her," he laughed, "So I told her to save it and leave me alone with all that same old shit. And then she said she wanted to get back together," he said, making Avril pause in her step slightly. He wasn't sure why she'd care.

"Really, after she listened to us fucking over the phone?" Avril said. It was hard to believe, but she knew the type of girl his ex was, and that she'd want him back solely because someone else had him, and regardless of him screwing another girl he was suddenly ticking her boxes again.

"Yeah I guess so, maybe I sounded great," he said with a slight laugh.

 "You were actually," Avril said quietly, not wanting to shout too loudly that he'd fucked her fantastically.

"So anyway, I decided to take your advice and played her for a grudge fuck," he said, noticing her look up with a smile.

 "Yeah? How was she?" she asked immediately, cursing herself slightly for seeming so desperate to know.

"Yeah got her over to my place. She was only ok, nothing like you. I put it to her hard and just got what I wanted, it was better than it used to be before we broke up though," he mused.

"Yeah that often happens if you hook up with your ex, things that sullied it are out the way and you just enjoy it," she said, pleased to hear she was a lot better in bed though.

"Yeah so it was good fun, I got what I wanted and then told her I didn't want her anymore and to get out," he said, knowing it sounded harsh.

"That's cold, but she screwed with your head and deserved to be on the receiving end," Avril said, boots clicking on the pavement.

 "Yeah, she was in more ways than one. And not spoken to her since, I know there's a lot better girls out there," he said, giving her hand a squeeze. She smiled, feeling a little warm glow of happiness at how much he wanted her.

"Yeah there are, good to hear you're happier now," Avril said, going quiet, pleased with herself at how she'd helped him over her. They walked in silence again for a couple of minutes before he directed her down a side road, walking only a little way from the main street to the shop he had in mind. The sexy underwear in the window gave it away, and she looked up with a smile as he directed her into an erotic shop. It wasn't a seedy sex shop run by some sleazy guy that leered at her as she walked in, it was modern and well lit, with a young red-head behind the counter who gave them a polite greeting, though her eyes did still flick down to Avril's tiny skirt and fishnet stockings, recognising the Canadian star though not mentioning it. If she did, Avril was sure it'd be to a gossip column somewhere.

Avril didn't call him on it, liking the playful nature of the idea, and quickly got into shopping mode, looking through the lingerie at the front of the shop, more tame to the passer by, commenting on what she did and didn't like, and what he might want to see her in. Moving further back, there were naughty items in general like food, lubes, games and so on, and in the corner was all the bondage items. They spent a few minutes indulging in saucy conversation about the leather and latex items, cuffs, chains, whips and clamps, Avril feeling a little turned on.

She did like to get a bit kinky sometimes, but finding a trustworthy guy to enjoy it with was hard. He suggested she buy a black leather corset they had, steel boned and double laced, and a spiked gothic collar. She merely giggled and said she didn't think they were ready for that just yet, but the thought did cross her mind.

Stepping away from the bondage section, they turned to the other corner, which was a closed in area to shield it from the pavement, and inside was an array of sex toys of all sorts, from small vibrators to intimidatingly large dildos, anal toys and everything in between.

"Is this what you really wanted to show me?" she asked with a smile, looking around at the sexy items.

"It might've been," he replied, seeing her curiosity at them. She wasn't shy about it, and they looked through the array of different toys, laughing over the design or concept of some of them, interested in others. Avril also squealed at the size of some when he jokingly pointed them out, giggling there was no way they were fitting inside her. After a general peruse through the toys, with Avril musing that perhaps she didn't own enough sex toys, she got to the point, feeling playful and horny given that she was standing there with a no pants on and a ring in her pussy.

"Cut to the chase, I think you had a little something in mind here," she said, sliding in close to him and leaning up to teasingly kiss him under the jaw to butter him up.

 "Maybe I did, if you're brave enough," he said teasingly, feeling himself stiffen as she kissed at him softly.

"I just let you shave my pussy with a straight razor, I think it's pretty clear I'm game," she whispered, making sure nobody could hear. He considered it a moment, wondering how his proposition would sound to her, before he reached out to pick up the box of a remote controlled vibrating bullet, putting it into her soft hands.

"Oh that's what you had in mind was it," she said studying the packaging, thinking of him clicking it on and off as she wore it, catching her out and bringing her off publicly, the idea at least very exciting. He wasn't done yet though, and reached out to pick up a small butt plug, made of stiff black rubber, handing it to Avril along with the bullet.

"Kinky," she commented, looking between them, considering the size and then looking up at him.

"Yeah, a bit," he said, unsure quite how to proceed. She was amused but he wasn't sure she'd go for what he had in mind.

"I've never tried one of these before you know," she said, offering up the butt plug, "or these come to that," she finished, shaking the remote controlled vibrator.

"Then it's another first for the night, I'm sure you'll enjoy them," he said as she read the box of the vibrator, seeing the settings and considering its size.

"I'm sure I will. So what did you have in mind for these exactly?" she asked, since he knew he had a plan in his sexy, scheming mind. He took a deep breath, and looked into the pretty eyes of the expectant Avril.

"I want you to wear them through dinner," he said, making her eyes widen a little bit. She considered it a bit, evidently thinking of the actuality of it.

"Seriously?" she said, worrying at her tiny skirt. It was already enough that she was going commando, if she got caught wearing these as well it'd be a field day for the press.

"Yeah, all the way," he said, looking at her as she thought about it. She wanted a wild night, some fun, to cut loose, and this seemed like the sort of thing not to say no to. After how far she'd gone with him already, she didn't want to disappoint and knew he'd more than please her later on.

"Very naughty," she said with a smile, pushing up on her toes to kiss him. As they embraced softly, he took the butt plug from her hands and quietly popped the box open, withdrawing it out of its packaging as they broke apart, Avril looking down at it and then around nervously, back to him questioningly. He just went for it, and leaned down to kiss her again, moving softly down her neck, feeling her shiver in arousal and then tense with a withering gasp as he bit her firmly, reaching down with the plug to reach up under her skirt. Avril helpfully spread her legs a little, and he pressed the plug up against her ass.

 "Be gentle," she breathed as he continued to nibble at her neck, knowing without lube it'd be a bit of a push. He carefully tried to push it into her ass, but her body resisted, stretching a little but feeling her unyielding. He pushed it forwards into her juicy pussy, making her gasp a little louder than intended as it slipped through her slick entrance, a good mix of her wetness and his now leaking come offering plenty to help him out. He pushed the plug inside her, making her breathe a little heavier as he gave it a couple of thrusts, coating it thoroughly before moving it back to her ass. Pushing again, Avril helped by pushing out a little, and in one smooth motion the plug stretched her sphincter and popped into her arse, making her give a sharp little breath. She squeezed her muscles on it a couple of times as he made sure it was right in, then he pulled away to kiss her again as she started unwrapping the bullet.




Black Star Ch. 03: Temptation



This story is entirely fictional and is in no way connected with the subject. This story contains adult material and is only suitable for people over the age of 18. If you are under 18 please stop reading now. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living, dead, or undead, is purely coincidental. All characters portrayed in this story are over 18. Do not use this without my permission. (c) Copyright Viper_Noj 2002 onwards. Now, on with the story! 

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Accelerating along the darkened street, he pulled the throttle back on his Triumph motorbike as he went over a crest, lifting the front wheel with a flare of the engine before reining it back in to slow down, not wanting to get caught playing on the public roads. He was just having a little fun in the absence of traffic and before he picked Beth up from work. She always made a fuss if he rode fast, especially with her on the back, so he was working out his frustrated motorsport ambitions before he got to her. The streets were quiet, unsurprising given it was only a Thursday night and well past midnight, going on for one as he slowed to behave through the final few streets.

He pulled up outside the bar she worked at, feeling the bike drop to a low rumble between his legs before he killed the engine, pushing the stand down and letting the bike sit onto the road before stepping off. Pulling his helmet off, he stood it down on the seat carefully and unzipped his jacket, finding his cigarettes and lighter quickly as he felt the chill. Spring might be on its way but it sure didn't feel like it right now, standing in the gloom of the street lights as he put a cigarette into his mouth, lighting it and taking a welcome drag as he tucked them back away in his jacket and gratefully zipped it back up. Feeling the warmth spread through him, he gazed casually around as he waited for Beth to finish work.

Beth worked in a bar, which meant every night she had to stay to clear up. He figured it was also because her boss wanted to stare at her arse as she did it, which wouldn't surprise him. It sucked that she worked late so often, but he relished the time spent with her, and loved to pick her up after it and take her home. Taking another drag on his cigarette, he leaned against the light he'd pulled up under, hoping she wasn't long. He wanted to see her, his sexy new thing, the girl that made him so happy. Especially since today she'd been a right tease, texting him suggestive and sexy messages, and a few pictures as well, so he knew exactly what he was missing. It meant he was very eager to get her home tonight. He was almost done with his Marlboro before she emerged from the bar, being let out by someone that locked the door behind her as she walked to him and his bike. She smiled as she walked to him, giving him a lingering kiss after he'd blown out the smoke from his last pull. 

"You have helmet hair," she said with a smile, reaching to take the cigarette from him. He didn't say anything, but it reminded him of Avril, the way she always stole his cigarette with a casual nonchalance. 

"I probably do," he said with a smile, watching her take a long, cigarette-killing drag on his Marlboro, burning it down to the filter. He'd been sat on his sofa watching a film before coming out to collect her, and given he was just going to get her in the small hours of the morning he wasn't so fussed about how he looked. Beth reached up to tussle it playfully as she flicked the cigarette butt to the gutter with her other hand, making him pull out of her reach in a joking manner. She gave a giggle, making him smile at the pure sound of it.

"Take me home," she almost purred.

"Gladly," he said, handing her the spare helmet that'd been strapped onto the backseat of his bike. She took it and pulled it on, as he did the same with his own, stepping back over the bike and kicking the stand up. He started it up as Beth got on the back, her snug skirt retreating up her thighs to almost show off her underwear.

"This is gonna be a cold ride," she mused as he started the bike up, the machine throbbing beneath them.

"Don't worry, we'll find a way to warm you up when we get home," he said, smiling inside his helmet. Beth pulled her arms around him and snuggled in against his back, her thighs lifting a little more than necessary to squeeze around his hips. It was enough to give him ideas, his cock twitching just slightly as he kicked it into first gear and let the clutch out, turning the bike slowly in the road before opening the throttle and accelerating away, back the way he'd come towards his apartment. The night was cold and clear, but at least that gave a beautiful sky, which he glanced up to at moments when he could do so, seeing the stars deeply set into the dark, enveloping canvas of the night sky. 

It was enough to lose yourself in, however he was brought back to reality by Beth's slender hand reaching down to squeeze his thigh, before sliding slowly back up and over his crotch, making him almost lose concentration on what he was doing. After a pause, it returned to his stomach as she held on, leaning with him as he controlled the bike, squeezing her wind-chilled thighs tighter on him. Pulling up at a set of traffic lights, he turned to her as it held on red.

"You know, I'm gonna fuck your brains out when we get home," he said, more as a statement than a suggestion, as if she wouldn't have a choice in the matter. He could only see her eyes, but could tell she was smiling.

"Good. Sooner you get me there, sooner you can have me," she teased, giving a wink before he turned back to the road. It was almost a challenge, and he decided to rise to it as the lights changed, reaching down to make sure she was holding on properly before he let the clutch out and gunned the engine, opening it up. Keeping the wheel down, he accelerated hard from the light as Beth clung to the back, hearing her give a squeal as he shifted hard through the gears, speed limit be damned as they escaped the city in the dead of the night. He slowed a little but was still moving pretty fast as they got back to his apartment, pulling into his car park with a few quick downshifts, letting it tick over for a moment before switching it off, putting the stand down as Beth hopped off the back. Stepping off, she looked at him with mock annoyance; she loved it really, and he left her no time to be angry as he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the door, hearing her giggle at his urgency to have her. 

He showed little care for the neighbours as he shoved the door open then pulled her quickly up the stairs, her heels clumping noisily on the steps as they got up to his apartment, which he opened in a blink to pull her inside, their helmets still on. Shutting the door with a quick twist of the lock, he saw Beth already undoing her helmet, quickly casting it aside onto the floor as she kicked off her high heels. He'd barely undone his helmet and got it off before she had her jacket off and was reaching to the hem of her dress. Undoing and dropping his leather bike jacket to the floor, he had to pause and watch as Beth arched and stretched up to peel her short black dress off over her head, showing off her delectable body, her curvy hips, slender waist and firm, ample breasts encased in the sexy underwear she'd told him of earlier in the day as a tease.

Flicking her raven hair out the way, she grinned as he drank her in with his eyes, quickly resuming to pull of his shirt and yank his shoes off, watching as Beth paused to let him ogle her in the sexy sheer black underwear, edged and decorated with lace though that didn't stop it showing off everything, helped by Beth slowly turning with an arch of her back to show it off. She knew he loved her sexy lingerie and got off on him ogling her so gave him a show, turning to show off that it was a tight little thong, barely clinging on as it curved over her firm, round bum and down into a thin string between her cheeks. She gave a little shake of her ass before reaching back to unclip her bra, letting it fall open, shrugging it from her shoulders as she turned back to show off her firm, perky breasts, showing off her nipple piercing as he quickly got rid of his jeans.

They didn't talk, there was no need, as he stripped off his shorts to reveal his rapidly stiffening cock, well what she could see of it in the gloom. He could see her better as she was standing in the hall between the doorways of the bedroom and bathroom, the light coming in and illuminating her better than him. It didn't matter though, she was happy for him to watch as she reached down to quickly slip her thong off, throwing it aside and letting him see her in her full, naked beauty. She didn't need to see his rock hard erection, she'd feel it soon enough. And that she did, as he surged forward with a primal lust to take her, grabbing hold of her and kissing her hard, his cock pressing into her tummy, her hands sliding round his body as his did the same.

Their tongues danced in the embrace, writhing and twisting together in their passionate kiss, as his hand slid up her back to grab her long, dark hair, giving a yank on it that made her gasp, followed by a moan as he kissed at her neck. Beth simply revelled in the sensations as he ground slight against her, feeling how wet and ready she was to be taken, putty in his hands. With a pull he stepped back into the bedroom, Beth eagerly and obediently following, wanting what he had to give her. As they approached the bed he pulled her up in his arms and turned to cast her onto the bed, Beth inhaling in excitement as he did, immediately on top of her, kissing her hard as his fingers slid through her hair. 

She arched up towards him, thrusting her hips up invitingly, but she didn't reach for him, letting him be in control. It was how she wanted it, how he wanted it, and he didn't leave her waiting. No sooner did he get her on the bed he pushed her cold thighs apart and slid between, the bulging head of his cock instantly pressing to her hot, slippery entrance, relishing the sensation of her soft, shaven labia. His arms slid under hers and took a double-handed grip in her hair before he pressed forward with his hips to sink himself inside her, both of them gasping at the wonderful sensations, her tight pussy wrapped slickly around the first few inches of his cock.

Beth just sighed heavily as she pushed her hips up to give him optimal access to her, letting him pull her head back as he gave a slow drive to sink his cock into her full depth, feeling the wonderful sensation that she got every day of him stretching her pussy with his big, hard cock. They both had a high sex drive and as a result had sex daily, usually more than once, and if they didn't screw then they'd at least do something else. Despite this, she still loved every time he buried his cock inside her, the way he breathed and responded to the feel of her body as he did so, the surges of his manhood inside her, where it should be.

In that moment, the whole atmosphere changed. He didn't pull her legs over his shoulders and start to pound on her pussy, as she would've expected and welcomed if he wanted to, and he didn't sink his teeth into her neck to fire her up and make her feisty, get her in the mood to try and challenge his control for a rough and tumble fuck. Instead they both just melted into one another, holding for a moment to enjoy the sheer connection, his stiff cock buried to the hilt in her snug tunnel. His hands released her hair, then brushed it back from her face to kiss her, a deep, intimate kiss as he pulled back almost full length and then sunk slowly into her again, making them both breathe deeply. 

Building into a steady rhythm, he used the full length of his thick cock to thrust in and out of Beth, grinding his hips into her with every push and feeling her hood piercing, making her arch and give a strained gasp each time, feeling the pleasure of her nerve endings lighting up as his fantastic erection slid over them, loving the slow motion. Breaking the kiss, he stared deeply into her eyes, making her feel an intense connection to him, losing herself in his gaze, the pleasure of his physical penetration of her body the only other thing to register in her conscious. It was incredible how their energy had turned from a desperate-to-fuck attitude into a slow lovemaking session, but they were both enjoying it.

Staring into Beth's eyes as he slid himself in and out, he could feel her pleasure and took in her beauty, both inside and out, knowing how lucky he was to have found her and what happiness she brought him, stroking her hair as he gazed into her soul, pumping himself into her just a little faster as he felt her pussy squeezing and clenching at him, making his motions both in and out of her very pleasurable. His hand slid down to her chest to gently caress one of her breasts, the one without the nipple piercing, just circling the nipple with his fingertips before giving a firm full hand grope of her, both of them breathing quickly now as they screwed. Beth leaned up to kiss at his neck as he pulled himself over her a little more, and raised her legs to wrap them around his body, pulling him tight to her, making him penetrate her deeper, his cock delving into her hot, wet pussy. 

"Oh fuck me," she breathed, wanting him to go faster but maintain the same moment they were sharing. He seemed to know that, not wanting to turn this into anything else, and started to thrust into her harder and shorter, without spoiling the intimate, loving mood between them. He slid down on his elbows, Beth slipping her hands into his hair, raking her nails lightly over his head as he dropped down to kiss her softly. He pulled and sucked gently at her bottom lip, nipped at her pierced tongue and caressed it with his own, inviting her to do the same with its subtle motions whilst keeping up his same firm, brisk thrusts into her pussy, driving her towards what was now an inevitable climax. It wasn't too far off either, as she rolled her hips back to let him drive across her G-spot more effectively, feeling the wonderful climax building deep inside her. She might've teased him all day, but she'd been looking forward to this as well, and now she had him it felt as good as she'd imagined, feeling every inch of him as he pinned her to the bed and took her as his woman. 

Beth gave a squeeze that made him shudder in pre-orgasmic pleasure, but she knew he would be fine. He had excellent stamina, and always made sure she was satisfied, and right now she definitely was, closing her eyes to drift in the sensations as he leaned down to nibble at her neck, switching from long thrusts to grinding into her deeply, just rolling his hips a moment before accentuating it with several hard, short thrusts into her that jolted her towards her orgasm bit by bit like little hammer blows. They also made her give little gasping, grunting sounds with each one as she submitted beneath him, pulling him close with her legs. He pulled away from her to arch up and resume deep, hard thrusts, the pace quickening now as he worked to make her climax, seeing the state she was in and feeling her body around him.

She tried to curl up to kiss him, but now he was focusing on the physical, their wonderful connection as he pumped between her thighs. Beth found his hand in her long, raven hair, and with a swift but not painful yank he pulled her head back and down onto the bed, making her gasp loudly, looking up into his eyes as he dominated her. Her whole body surged with excitement, her pelvic muscles quivering around him, pussy juicy and slippery for him to ravish as he stared into her eyes, feeling his gaze cutting right through her soul. She felt her nipples prick with intensity as she gasped and pushed up to meet his movements in the darkness, wanting to show just how much pleasure he brought to her, feeling the ridge of his bulbous head rubbing across her G-spot, the intimate little area that was momentarily going to bring this big orgasm that was building within her to fruition. 

He could feel the sensations building in him as well, but he suppressed them, focussing on her, his lovely Beth, the gorgeous woman that'd completed him thoroughly. Holding her tightly now, his hand in her hair as his other held her waist, he thrust in hard and fast, working her just how he knew she loved, feeling her squeezing and twitching as she started to orgasm, seeing her sexily bite her lip, trying to hold her eyes open to gaze into his as she did. He just smiled as they rolled back and squeezed tightly shut, followed by rapid gasping and Beth gritting her teeth, holding herself back as long as she possibly could before, with a violent shudder and spasm, she climaxed.

Her arms pulled up round his body as the came, arching from the bed as she gave a deep, groaning, grunting noise of release. She wasn't much of a screamer, but her noises were pure, guttural, real. She shoved her hips up to try and take anything else he could give her as she rode her orgasm, shaking and trembling beneath him as her pussy clenched and clasped at his thick cock, a nice addition of hot, slick wetness enveloping his cock. She always got very wet, and he'd made her squirt more than once; it was something he loved about making her orgasm, especially when he was buried deep inside her like now, thrusting powerfully into her snug haven, which felt as if it'd been made perfectly for his manhood. 

As Beth breathed heavily through the end of her satisfying climax, she opened her eyes to see him, looking down to her caringly, still working hard and clearly restraining himself to maximise her pleasure. Reaching up, she held his face and stared deeply into his eyes, her love evidently in her gaze.

"Come baby, come for me, inside me," she breathed, rocking her body beneath him and squeezing her pussy energetically, wanting to make him climax immediately. He immediately seemed freed, picking up the pace to thrust short and hard into her in fast strokes, his hands twisting in the covers of the bed as Beth pulled her nails down his back lightly and wrapped her weakened legs up around his hips. It only took a minute or so of brisker thrusts and a completion of his previous goal to help him towards climax, and with an intense grunt Beth felt him harden suddenly inside her, making her smile as she looked up at his expression of relief in the darkened room as he came, managing to hold it just a moment longer before his cock gave a hard burst within her and he ejaculated hot and thick inside her. 

Beth moaned in pleasure, loving the feeling of him coming deep inside her, bareback, nothing between them, just as it should be. His body gave powerful squeezes as he ejected his load into her as she silently counted the spurts, loving the rock hard surges of his penis and grinding of his hips as he released himself into her, letting out all the pent up want and need that'd accumulated during the day. Holding him close, she felt his body shiver and jolt as he gave a last couple of thrusts into her and worked with her tight clenches to extract every last drop into her before his arms gave out and he dropped on top of her, breathing hard. Beth gave a deep sigh of pleasure between her own deep lungfuls as she lie beneath him, feeling the weight of his body, enjoying being pinned after such pleasures.

"I love you," he breathed softly into her ear. She couldn't help but giggle; she knew he was serious, but when she heard it after sex it always made her think how it's the kind of thing they would say. But she knew that wasn't it.

"I love you too," she whispered, turning her head and meeting him for a slow, deep kiss, which turned more passionate, their tongues entwining and delving into each others mouths before they broke apart breathlessly, with him rolling off to lie down beside her on top of the covers in the darkness. They were both completely satisfied, tired, and in love. After a few moments lying together, they managed to find the energy to pull themselves under the covers, leaving everything else till the morning. Their clothes and everything else could wait as they slipped nakedly together under the sheets, Beth sliding instinctively into his arms, not needing to be invited. His hand slid down her back and onto her waist as she rested her head on his chest, hearing his breathing and heart rate as his other hand reached up to hold hers where she'd put her arm across his body. 




Black Star Ch. 03: Temptation



They didn't say a word, they didn't need to, just snuggled together in the darkness with each other, having never turned the lights on.

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Awaking in the morning, Beth found herself still in his arms, turned on her side now with him spooning her, but still together. She gave a little stretch and snuggled back in, just feeling safe and secure with him. It was still dark outside, barely getting light in the cold spring morning, though winter was still hanging on with long, icy fingers. She thought back to the dark morning when she'd first woken up with him, back at her place after their first real date. 

It'd started with her going to his shop of course, making her intentions clear. He was very pleased to see her, flattered by her evident interest and was quite happy to offer her his personal services. She'd decided to use the opportunity of a little new work to bond with him, doing something that'd been on her mind for a while. After seeing Avril's new piercing the previous night she'd decided to finally get her nipple pierced, and was sure he would relish the opportunity to do it for her, though that wasn't why she'd gone to get it done by him. He clearly had the skilful hands to do it, and it was a way in to get to know him for real on a level playing field. 

She wasn't used to making the first move, usually she had men coming to her, attracted by her sexy, succulent allure. So with a deep breath, feeling nervous despite having boldly had sex with him in public and then engaged in a threesome with Avril Lavigne in a cupboard the previous evening, she'd followed him to his area of work, let him sit her down, and then slowly removed her top. 

He assured her that he could remember every detail of how she'd looked that day, and that delightful moment when she'd pulled her snug black top off over her head to reveal she wasn't even wearing a bra, leaving her full, perky breasts to fend for themselves. She had curves in all the right places, and he'd paused momentarily to take her in before regaining his professional attitude and going about his task. They'd talked quite casually though as he did it, clamping and piercing her nipple as she grit her teeth, feeling it more than she had during any of her other piercings. After fitting her with a nice stainless steel ring, she'd put her top back on and thanked him for the work, which was just how she'd wanted it despite her distracting him. Turning to leave for the front of the shop, he'd surprised and excited her by suddenly making a move, grabbing her hand and pulling her back, his other arm pulling confidently around her slender waist as he drew her close to kiss her passionately.

She'd been a little taken aback but mused at the sudden arousal it'd induced, immediately kissing him back hard, pushing her tongue into his mouth, letting him feel her tongue stud as she did and sliding her arm round his shoulders as he pulled her up onto her toes to snog her. Afterwards he'd immediately asked if he could take her out that night, which she'd agreed to, saying she'd come back and meet him at his shop. It'd been the start of the hungry passion that endured through their relationship, both of them so free with their emotions and lust for one another, meaning they had a fantastic and highly active sex life. They hadn't had any more threesomes, but frankly they were all one another needed. 

That night he'd taken her for a fantastic evening of live music at one of the local bars, accompanied by plenty of drinks and then they'd moved to an underground sort of club, where the talking stopped and their chemistry took over. Their date had led into them dancing sexily together after both getting pretty buzzed, their need for each other spilling over as they kissed passionately amongst the noise and bustle of the others around them. After getting worked up, she'd asked him back to her place, something she wouldn't normally do. Whilst she might've had sex with him in the club the previous evening, part of her rebellious streak, she didn't do that with guys she genuinely liked and wanted more with, she made them wait to find out if they were really interested in something special. 

But with him, it was different. She'd already made a move the previous night, and they clearly wanted each other and somehow Beth just knew it was for more than a one-night stand, and so the question was asked. With another deep kiss, he'd said yes, that he'd very much like to go back to her place with a cheeky, warming smile that made her sure it was the right choice. But the night of firsts hadn't ended there, as after she took him back to her apartment and they'd torn each other's clothes off, they'd had anal sex. She'd just wanted it; remembering how he was clearly an ass man, knowing he'd done it with Avril and she herself enjoyed it. Through her tipsy haze and after a few fantastic minutes on her back enjoying strokes of him into her juicy pussy, she'd rolled over and told him to lube up, resulting in a fantastic, vigorous anal that'd given her a mind-blowing orgasm when combined with him rubbing her clit, and him a release that left him totally gone afterwards.

Waking up the next morning beside him, close to him like she was now, she'd just known they had something more than the carnal lust that'd overtaken them. After he'd woken up, they cuddled, kissed and he'd finished what he'd started the previous night with her pussy to both their pleasures before getting in the shower together.

That was months ago now, and that same raw passion was still there, but atop a foundation of love, trust and connection to one another. Looking up at him, she just took him in before leaning up to lightly kiss under his chin, wanting to gently wake him. His alarm would go off soon anyway, and she wanted just a little more time with him this morning. He stirred lightly, but didn't wake, making her kiss a little firmer and snuggle against him, but he just instinctively pulled her in a little closer and shifted to stay under the warmth of the covers. Beth smiled to herself, then dragged her tongue up his neck, making him shiver slightly, before she gently slid down under the covers. She knew exactly where she was going, and nuzzled slightly at his already semi-hard manhood, giving a grin at the fact he was always hard if she did anything at all, even when he was almost asleep. Giving a few soft kisses, she felt him start to swell, then dragged her tongue up his length, encouraging him into a rapidly engorging erection, which she wrapped her hand around, stroking him softly before she sank him into her hot, wet mouth.

"Oh fuck, Beth," he groaned sleepily, his body arching at the sudden sensations on his body so soon after waking, making her feel deliciously naughty as she started to suck firmly and bob her head expertly up and down his cock, quickly getting her pierced tongue into the action on him to make him shudder. His hands grabbed at the sheets of the before he settled down to relax into her early morning blowjob, feeling her ease off just a little so he could just enjoy the hugely satisfying sensation of his hot girlfriend giving him a blowjob first thing in the morning. A hand found its way onto her shoulder, and then into her long, dark hair, just gently holding and guiding her, not that she needed any. She found it strangely nice to have his hand there as she sucked enthusiastically on his cock, integrating long, slow pullbacks up his length between her steady, sucking bobs, her cheeks hollowing with the vacuum. 

He had his eyes shut, so comfy and warm beneath the covers, which were rhythmically rising and falling from the most luscious wake up call. She was easily the best blowjob he'd ever had, and not just because of the tongue stud she was applying effectively to him as she worked up and down. Suddenly, his peaceful ecstasy was interrupted by his phone piping up, his sound for a text message going off; He'd never got around to turning it off the previous night after having fantastic sex with Beth. He paused a moment and then reached over for it from the side unit. Beth felt him shift to get it, but she didn't stop, just continuing to suck dutifully, something she knew made him happy. She didn't make a fuss over things like that, she just sucked him off when he needed it, because he'd happily return the favour to her later on. He paused however, his thrusts matching her sucking suddenly fading.

"Holy fuck," he said, which did make Beth stop, sliding her mouth from his stiff cock and quickly pulling herself up from under the covers to him. Instinctively however her hand slid onto his manhood and started to gently squeeze and stroke to keep him going. 

"What's the matter?" she asked, emerging from the covers and looking to him, seeing him staring at his phone. She looked to it, and saw that the text message was showing the name Avril Lavigne, with an attachment logo on it. 

"Aren't you gonna open it?" she said softly, her hand carefully stroking him, feeling him throb in her hand. He hadn't contacted Avril since shortly after their previous carnal encounter when, as she'd asked, he'd sent her photos of him stroking himself with her sexy side-tied black panties and told her he was doing it over the array of pictures he had of her, both taken by him and given by her. She'd replied to tell him how hot she found that, and that soon as she got some quiet time she intended to go and rub at her newly pierced pussy. She'd thanked him for doing it for her as well, saying how it wasn't as tender now and that the ball under her clit hood just made her come incredibly hard with minimal work, and that her new record now was somewhere around thirty seconds. 

He'd followed it up by sending her a video clip of him using the fleshlight she'd had made for him specially, along with saying how he was watching the sexy videos he had of her, including the sex tape they'd made and a couple she'd included for him on the memory card, where she'd filmed herself generally showing off and exposing herself, fingering her pussy and enjoying a vibrator. She'd treated him to a picture of her doggy style in a mirror holding the vibrating bullet he'd bought her on her clit with the buttplug in her ass, and a message saying how horny he got her, and it almost tempted her to come back to him for more. Later he'd shared all this with Beth, every photo and video, the messages, which had got her very horny and eager herself to get another taste of Avril Lavigne.

Looking at the message on his phone, he clicked to open it, and was immediately greeted by a saucy picture from Avril. They both looked at it intently, drinking in the detail of a close up photo of her neatly shaved pussy, showing off her clit hood piercing, which was now sporting a barbell. It was also only one picture of three, and he swiped to the next shot, which was her posing full frontal, arms behind her head, not even attempting to hide her face from it. He moved to the last one, which was her turned away, with her legs wide apart on some tall heels, back arched to show off her fine arse and treasures below. Beth noticed how hard he'd got in her hand, loving the pictures and the fact she'd sent them to him.

"Those are some hot pics," she breathed, finding them sexy herself since she was bisexual, and had enjoyed particular fun with Avril. 

"Yeah," he said, eyeing the last one before flicking over to the message itself, which read:

"Hey, I'm gonna be in town in a couple of weeks -- Avril xxx".

It was as simple as that, her meaning was clear. They knew she was in town; they had tickets for her concert in a couple of weeks time, and whilst the thought had definitely crossed his mind that she'd be around and he'd fantasised about what could happen, he'd never expected to get a message from her. 

"Fuck," he said simply, staring at the message. He flicked back to the images, slowly scrolling through them, ogling Avril's incredible body. His cock was rock hard in Beth's hand, the hardest it'd been all morning, her soft grip slipping over it slowly, taking in its contours. She knew he was thinking of the cute Canadian at that moment, but she didn't mind, Avril was a fantasy and she knew he still thought of her after what their exciting past. However, she knew something that could make him think of her again.

"Just look at her sexy pictures baby," she purred, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek, before she slowly slipped back down underneath the covers. He stared at Avril's hot pictures, loving her slender, toned body, and the barbell through her delicate hood, and the fact it showed that she was trying new things with the piercing he'd given her. His concentration was shaken by Beth's hot mouth slipping back onto his hard cock however, and then shattered as she immediately turned it up to eleven, sucking him hard and deep, pushing down in a single motion to take his entire thick length into her throat as her tongue attacked ferociously with the stud. 

"Ohh fuck," he gasped, his eyes squeezing shut as his spare hand pushed back into her hair, immediately pulling her back down to deepthroat as she started to pull back. Beth smiled to herself and worked with him, giving him exactly what he wanted by pressing herself to his pelvis and sucking him powerfully. He tried to look back to his phone but it was as if she knew what he was doing, as she pulled back from the base of him to apply her vacuum like mouth to his head, her tongue going into overdrive as she worked her barbell into his most sensitive areas, making him shake and drop the phone onto the bed. She was sure of this as his other hand moved under the covers to take hold of her head.

Beth just went with it, letting him run with the rush for a minute as he took a good hold of her head and started to thrust up into her mouth, pumping himself across her tongue to her throat before he gave a few deep, long pushes to get full depth. She didn't even gag, being good at deepthroat and happy to please him. They had some fantastic rough sex at times, and she'd let him throat fuck her on more than one occasion. He calmed down though and released her, leaving her to do the work, which she happily resumed as he dropped back onto the pillows in ecstasy to just let her suck him off. She knew exactly what he liked and gave it to him, making him feel the climax start to build deep in his body as she sucked, working at his head to build the intensity and mixing it with the deep, pressure-building effect of deepthroating him, her cheeks hollowing to rub at the sides of his shaft. 

"Oh Beth, Beth," he groaned, pushing up to meet her, knowing she loved to hear him moan her name as she pleasured him. She reached up to put a hand on his stomach to tell him she knew just what she was doing to him, and that it was absolutely fine. His grasp tightened in her long, silky hair as she showed off her impressive skills, her other hand lightly squeezing his balls as she bobbed vigorously up and down his length, letting her tongue work onto his head just right in both directions with every one, driving him towards a fantastic climax, one that he felt might just overwhelm him. He stiffened a little in her mouth, letting her know exactly where he was at, but knowing he'd do his utmost to resist her oral assault. With an ever increasing speed, suction and skill she broke through that barrier, making him almost double up in pleasure, wondering where the hell she found such reserves. 

"Fuck," he groaned deeply in a long, strained breath as he yanked the raven hair beauty down on his cock and exploded, burying his granite-hard erection into her throat, her chin pressed to his balls as he gave several hard, intense spasms as he ejaculated thickly. Beth felt every swell and burst of his cock, loving the sensation of his climax inside her, especially her mouth as her tongue was able to take in every pulsing, talent-confirming moment, tasting his hot, salty load as he emptied his balls deep into her mouth, feeling them squeezing powerfully in her hand as his body responded to the fantastic orgasm she'd induced in him. Without the slightest complaint she let him hold her down and swallowed, knowing he could feel that extra stimulation on his sensitive head as she did, sucking firmly and working her tongue powerfully to draw the last of his load into her mouth before he gave a gasp at the sensitivity, stopping her with a firm pull of her hair.

His gasping was the only sound to break the silence of the room, a sheen of sweat over his body as Beth pulled away, gave a final swallow and slipped up from under the covers, smiling as she saw his totally satisfied but exhausted expression as he lazily glanced to her with a grateful grin. She leaned over to give him a quick peck on the cheek and rested her head down on his shoulder, not saying at word. After a morning performance like that she didn't need to say anything, and he wouldn't be able to either, nothing coherent at least. He fell into a light doze, his breathing deepening and slowing a little, Beth loving the sounds of his body before she too dozed off, snuggled under the covers with him, till the rude shrieking of his alarm broke their snooze, making him aggressively reach out and batter it into submission, eventually finding the off button. 

"I don't wanna get up," he grumbled, pushing his hand through his hair as he gave a stretch, Beth doing her utmost not to be moved at all, wanting to stay comfortably dozing on him.

"Mm I know," she mumbled, sliding onto the pillow and reaching up to lazily brush his face with her fingers, not even opening her eyes.

"Fucking work," he growled, tetchy because he'd not had his first cigarette of the day, and he didn't want to leave his lovely warm bed with his smoking hot girlfriend in it. She just smiled and sank down into the bed, pulling the covers about her as he slid out from under them, standing up in the gloom with another stretch. 

He left her to sleep, grabbing what he needed to get ready and leaving the bedroom to give her peace and quiet. He stealthily moved about the flat as he got himself dressed, sorted out his hair, made some simple breakfast and took a couple of minutes to enjoy his first cigarette of the day on his chilly balcony with his cup of coffee, blowing the smoke into the biting morning air. He couldn't wait for some warmer weather now; winter felt like it'd dragged on for ages, and he wanted to spring to break through so they got some sun, could get to the beach, get on their surfboards and crucially so that Beth would wear the sexy little bikini he'd bought her. Taking one last, long, cigarette-killing drag on his Marlboro, he flicked it from the balcony and blew the smoke slowly out into the cold air as he turned back to the door to go in. Locking it behind him, he put his mug in the kitchen and then got his stuff together, pulling his jacket on and heading quietly out of his place, leaving his gorgeous brunette sleeping soundly. 

His Friday morning passed smoothly, pausing to go and collect breakfast for him and his partner from a place down the street. He looked after himself, but a nice unhealthy breakfast at the end of the week wouldn't hurt him, and it reminded him that the weekend had arrived. He had a long job on after breakfast; a guy had booked a few hours of his time for a large, detailed tattoo, part of an ongoing masterpiece that he'd already spent plenty of time on. That took him through till lunch as his partner dealt with piercings and some smaller, quicker tattoos they had booked. Business was going alright, but it could be better.

He was pleasantly interrupted by Beth texting him, to let him know she'd had a nice long lie-in and hot shower. The brisk morning and her awesome blowjob felt like days ago rather than hours now, and he glanced at the time to momentarily wonder how long it'd be before he was done. Not that he could get home to her; she'd be at work at the bar by then, and she wasn't going to make it easy evidently, as the message from Avril seemed to have stirred her up, and the next message from her had an attachment. Opening it immediately, the phone took a moment and then revealed a full body shot of Beth, in glorious resolution, wearing one of his favourite sets of black underwear, which consisted of a ribbed balconette bra and sheer, tight little panties that showed her smoothness and hood bar, combined with a pair of long lace-topped hold-up stockings. 




Black Star Ch. 03: Temptation



"Fuck," he murmured, gazing at the picture, lusting for her, even if she was being a bit of a prick-tease.

"What's up?" his partner said, walking past as he put his phone away.

"Beth, teasing me," he said, getting back to what he was doing.

"Nice, can't complain at that. Don't forget what makes you happy when you've got it," he said philosophically, knowing him and how he'd been when he was single and the wreckage of his previous girlfriend. He didn't answer, as he knew he wouldn't. He'd had enough lessons in love, and he knew how Beth completed him. He wasn't gonna let her go.

Beth continued to tease him with sexy messages through the rest of the afternoon, evidently intent on getting him revved up. She clearly wanted some kind of primal lust built up in him for when he got his hands on her, but frankly he didn't need her teasing to get that. She teased that he'd have to wait for her to finish work, which would be late as it was a Friday night, and that he'd just have to be patient for her. He assured her he'd keep himself in check, and as soon as he got his hands on her she'd be in trouble. She just said she'd hold him to that.

Thankfully he had quite a busy afternoon to keep him going, between Beth's messages at least, so the time passed alright, focussing on his work. As soon as he got into the detail of a tattoo, he just zoned out, blocking the world completely as he concentrated on his craft. It was almost like meditation, able to calm his mind as he got on with the task at hand, which also happened to pay his bills. They finished with the last customers before six, and then went their separate ways. He was looking forward to a later start on the Saturday, since they both wanted a lie-in and had agreed to give themselves a bit of a break. 

"Have a good night mate," he said to his partner, locking up the shop.

"You too, have fun with Beth," he said with a smile, giving a wink and a laugh as they fist-bumped.

"Will do," he said, before they went their own ways. He took a brief detour via a favourite takeaway of his to pick up a curry, since he was eating alone and it was a Friday, before walking the few minutes back to his place. He got in and got the TV on, sat down on his welcoming sofa and enjoyed his food, before heading to the bathroom. He lathered up and got the beautiful Dovo razor from its polished stand, giving it a quick strop before starting to shave, at a pace that would've astonished anyone unskilled with the potentially lethal blade. As it glided over his face he though of Avril; her message and pictures, how she'd bought it for him to shave her pussy with, giving her a deep, sexual thrill. Losing focus for a moment, he turned the blade over slightly and cut himself under the jaw line, the incredibly sharp edge cutting through his skin effortlessly. 

It was no big deal though, and he carried on, swiftly finishing before getting in the shower, feeling great after a long day. After he was done, he slid back onto the sofa with a cup of tea and relaxed, intending to enjoy the couple of free hours he now had to take in a few of his favourite shows and just rest without worry. He wished he could be relaxing with Beth, but she had to work. He got her other nights, and he'd have her later, pausing to look at her picture again. He passed the evening with a light doze on his sofa and a film, before pulling himself up feeling more refreshed as the clock eased into the early hours of Saturday morning. Getting his helmet and jacket on, he pulled on his boots and then left his place to go and collect Beth, the time going on past one in the morning.

He felt the chill in the air, shivering slightly as he got onto his bike and started it up, the Triumph turning and then revving into life. He throttled it a bit to get it going, then settled himself on the saddle and kicked away the stand, moving easily away from his parking space. Glancing up, he realised he'd left a light on, but he sure as hell wasn't going back for it. He headed out of the car park, squeezing the throttle to accelerate out in the road. The bike started, then suddenly the back wheel spun up as he hit a slippery patch on the edge of the road, the engine giving a sudden scream, all in a moment that made his heart lurch, a rush going through him as he controlled the bike and headed more carefully down the road. 

Opening the throttle again he sped confidently away from his place to go and collect Beth from the bar. The ride was uneventful and he just enjoyed the feel of the bike beneath him as he went to collect his brunette vixen, still thinking of what he'd do to her after her day of teasing as he pulled up and parked the bike near the front of the bar, the last people still heading home after being expelled at closing time. He knew he'd have to wait a few minutes, so put his helmet on his saddle and got a cigarette out, lighting up and feeling the smooth, hot sensation spread into his chest at the first pull of it, taking his time with it as he waited. It seemed this always happened, he arrived early and ended up smoking beside his bike; perhaps he should leave later and then he'd not be encouraged to smoke.

Beth finally emerged from the bar, finishing her shift as the time was going on towards two in the morning as he stood, arms-folded beside his bike against the cold. She smiled as she approached, a little hint of playfulness, as she knew what he'd been thinking about. She didn't realised however that the thoughts she'd induced were keeping him warm, and he hadn't been able to shake the thought of her in her sexy sheer underwear from his mind. The mere flick of the edge of her short, snug dress was enough to hint at the sexiness beneath, and he simply couldn't hold back; he couldn't wait to get her all the way home. With a pull of her hand he yanked her into his arms, making her stumble slightly on her heels and fall into his grasp. His other arm immediately went around her waist, holding her tightly to him as he planted a deep, passionate kiss on her, his lust and want her evident. 

Beth was a little taken aback by the sudden move, but his ardour was an energy she could feel, the way he was just taking her, dominating her, turned her on like nothing else, making her immediately feel a tingle rush through her pussy as it wettened, squeezing her legs together as his other hand pushed into her long hair, pulling her head suddenly aside to kiss and bite at her neck.

"Oh fuck," she gasped, glad everyone around the bar had faded away as she pressed herself to him instinctively. She sucked at is tongue as it delved into her mouth, wrapping hers around it, letting him feel her tongue stud as his other hand gave her arse a good squeeze. Suddenly he broke away, making her give a gasp as it interrupted her, already turning away with a strong grab of her hand, pulling her towards the alley at the side of the bar. Managing to co-ordinate her legs, she followed him, clacking across the pavement as he took her commandingly into the alleyway, his dominance clear and unchallenged.

"Wait, hang on, we shouldn't..." she whispered, looking around, feeling the exhilarating rush through her body, her heart pounding. He stopped and drew her to him as he turned back to her, grabbing both her wrists and pushing her back against the cold wall as he kissed her hard again.

"Don't talk," he said, before kissing her more, and she didn't try, and didn't resist him. He released her wrists to grab her hips and pull her skirt up, revealing her see-through panties and smoothly shaven pussy as he ground into her, Beth able to easily feel his hardness for her. She wanted him as badly as she wanted her, the rush and excitement pumping through them both. Her hands immediately went to his jeans, deftly releasing the button and zip to let her push one inside, squeezing his erection through his shorts, feeling him surge and grind into her hand as she did. 

Their kisses were loud and vigorous, focussing more on other things now though their tongues still danced skilfully. Beth was very good with hers, and he loved feeling her piercing and the way she could use it, both in his mouth and on his cock. Right now though it was just for his tongue as she released him, springing up in the cold night air as he stroked her firmly through her lingerie, making her grind onto him, feeling the curved bar in her vertical hood piercing and making her shudder. She was so horny that she practically felt relieved when he lifted her up, her nylon-encased legs automatically slipping around his hips as he pressed her back against the wall, his hand under her tight ass as the fingers of his other switched from stimulating her to pull her sexy, token knickers to the side.

Beth slid her arm around his neck as her other slender hand, which had been stroking his rock hard cock just right to somehow enhance even that incredible erection, now directed the bulging head of his penis to the hot, slippery entrance to her body as he pushed his hips in between her strong thighs. He both thrust up into her and let her sink down, a double whammy that buried his full, thick length into her tight, juicy pussy in a single stroke, making her arch from the wall and give a strained, grunting gasp of pleasure and sensation, as he in turn growled at the exquisite feel of her finally on him, burying his face into her neck as she pulled him close. 

Something Beth loved was exciting, random places to have sex, which she'd demonstrated when she'd met him with Avril. She'd done it out in parks, clubs, alleys like this, and once at a music festival on her back whilst wearing nothing but her Wellington boots. And this was why, right now, the passion and hunger for each other, the excitement and need, it revved her engine, and his too. They'd done it a few times already in their relationship, but this was already heading that list as he held her tightly and started to thrust into her powerfully, owning her body and immediately inducing deep, soulful pleasure inside her as he did. 

She wanted to talk to tell him to do her harder, but he'd told her not to, and besides, he was already nailing her pretty hard, pumping energetically into her. He wasn't interested in her pleasure right now, though she was getting plenty of it. She'd felt decidedly horny since that morning when Avril had text her pictures to him; she wasn't sure if it was because of the thought of being with Avril again herself, or because he was going to be, and that little drive of arousal and jealousy mixed together was pushing her. It was why she'd sent her own picture to him today, and had been a complete cock tease, resulting in him taking her like this. But with such thoughts on her mind all day she was horny, and if he'd taken her home first she'd have pounced as soon as they were in the door. 

Resultantly she was ready for him and feeling great pleasure just at him sliding in and out of her as he pumped hard. He bit into her shoulder as he thumped into her pussy as hard as he could, feeling her pussy hotly squeezing around him, clenching and grabbing at him, tightening as he tried to withdraw and feeling fantastic. He knew after the day he'd had thinking of her that this wouldn't take long, already feeling the tightening in his balls as he kissed her again, pinning her against the wall. Gripping her arse tightly he ground himself deep, slamming into her with short, hard thrusts which made her grunt deeply, arching her back and resting her head back against the wall with her eyes closed. One of his hands slid back slightly up her thigh to feel her lingerie and pull her leg up just a little bit for more access.

Her fingers pushed through his hair as he drove her towards a swift climax, neither of them noticing the cold as he pounded on her pussy, curling his fingers between her cheeks and pushing the tip of one into her ass, making her shiver on his cock with a long, clenching squeeze that took him a step closer. Beth was already going though, pushing herself down into his hands using her stocking-wrapped thighs and pulling him into her with her calves, rolling her hips to get it just right, biting her lip as her heavy breathing became a series of hard, sudden gasps, trembling in his arms as she orgasmed. She struggled to maintain her co-ordination but did work at squeezing her pussy deliberately to assist the orgasm, making it very tight for him, the thick head of his cock squeezing through her clamping muscles.

As her climax ended she properly regained her senses and began thrusting herself down to him as hard as she could and tightening her pussy, but she needn't have worried as he was already on the way, and with a hard bite of her neck that made her cry out loudly in the dark alley he buried himself inside her and exploded, his cock feeling so much bigger as he stiffened powerfully within her, feeling the hard, straining bursts of him as he ejaculated into her, spilling his hot load deep. She groaned in pleasure, loving the sensation of him finishing in her mixed with the pain of his teeth in her neck, which he released as he slowed down, pinning her against the wall and stopping to rest for a moment. 

Neither of them said anything, before he slowly lifted her off his cock and let her down on shaky legs, Beth almost teetering off her high heels before regaining her composure. He was still leaning over her against the wall, and now she was much shorter than him she looked up to him, giving a naughty smile and then leaning up for a soft, lingering kiss. She wanted to do something a little extra for him, since he'd been teased all day, and after quickly reaching down to pull her sexy panties back over her pussy and pushing her dress down over her hold-ups, she dropped down onto her knees, ignoring the fact it was a random alleyway as she took him into her mouth, feeling him shudder powerfully as she sucked firmly at his softening, juicy cock, tasting both him and herself on it as she gave a few slow, succulent bobs up and down his full length before letting him slip out and standing back up as he put himself away.

"Thanks for picking me up," she breathed, giving a smile.

"No problem, and I'm giving you a ride home from work too," he said with a cheeky grin, making her smile at the joke with a playful roll of her eyes. They were aware of their surroundings again now, and looked around to make sure nobody had been watching them. They were quite secluded in the alley and were pretty confident nobody had seen them, although they might have heard Beth. Either way they should head home now, and he took her hand to lead her back to the bike, walking a little more slowly this time. Shivering at the cold and come down from their vigorous encounter, Beth took the helmet from him as he retrieved it from the back of the bike. He pulled his own on and hopped on as Beth fastened hers, before she stepped carefully over the bike, her short skirt pulling up to show off her stockings and sexy, see-through underwear. 

He smiled under his helmet at the view before he started the bike up, feeling it throb beneath them as he pulled it up and kicked the stand, then pulled smoothly away from the kerb as Beth slid her arms snugly round his waist. As he opened it up and got away from the bar, out towards the more open roads, he felt Beth snuggle in closer behind him, holding on tighter, pressing herself to him as she squeezed her thighs in against the cold. The only reason she went home like this on his bike was because he loved it, his sexy chick on the back, and she loved being that girl for him. She held tight to him as he piloted the Triumph back to his place, which was practically their place given how much time she spent there now.

She'd been expecting a good session once they were back to his place, but their impromptu fuck in the alley and a long shift at work, combined with the end of a busy week for him, meant that once he pulled the bike in and locked it up, they just headed up into his place and got ready for bed. She stripped off sexily for him so he could get a first hand look at her in the sexy underwear he loved, and then headed for the bathroom. He finished locking up the place and got a drink as she got ready, and then paused to watch her strip naked and slip into bed before he went to quickly do his thing, mainly to get the cigarette taste off his breath for her. Coming back to the bedroom, he stripped off far more matter-of-factly and slid in beside her, where she immediately snuggled up to him, and after some minty-fresh kisses they settled down, both quite relieved by the silence of the darkened room, just the two of them shut away from the world. 

They slept solidly, safe and relaxed with each other, awaking to the sun through the curtains the following morning. He found Beth already awake and flicking through her phone when he woke up, stretching out in the bed, relishing a Saturday morning lie-in with her. She seemed to have other ideas however, as after he'd got himself a coffee and woken up a bit, she made a move, taking charge this time, which resulted in a nice, loving cowgirl ride by her, start to finish, getting herself off with a little help of rubbing at her clit before bringing him to a great climax inside her. 

"Better than sleeping in?" she asked playfully as she sat on his hips afterwards, both of them sweaty and sated. He could only nod, making her grin, pushing her hair back and rolling off him to lie next to him, settling back under the covers again. 

"Did you ever text Avril back?" she asked a while later, making him realise that he hadn't. He found his phone and got to her message, taking time to flick through the pictures again before he wrote her a reply to thank her for the pictures, and tell her they were going to her show the following week and that he'd love to see her. 

With that done they relaxed back into bed for their lie in, followed by a lazy lunch. Avril replied a few hours later to say she'd sort something out for them. She knew he was dating Beth, he'd told her, with Avril giving him an "I told you so" message. He couldn't stop thinking about the Canadian cutie and what he'd do to her when he got his hands on her as he enjoyed a great weekend with Beth, with plenty of sex and rest away from work. Life was good, especially since she was extra horny this weekend. It all seemed to pass too quickly however, and before he knew it he was back at work, but greeted with a surprise. Avril came through for them, as a courier delivered an important envelope to his shop. Opening it he discovered two exclusive backstage passes to meet her after the show, and he knew it would be more than that. He messaged Beth to tell her the news, knowing it'd excite her to get Avril alone again. The thought of sex in a backstage dressing room got her going, and also got her thinking. 

When he got home that night to Beth, who was off given it was a Monday night and she only worked the more busy nights at the bar, she had something to talk to him about. It was regarding Avril, as she told him she'd been thinking about it. 

"I want you to save yourself for her," she said.

"I...what?" he said, wondering what she meant by that.

"Well, I kinda had the idea that perhaps when we get together with Avril, you could give her a facial. She loved it last time, I'd love to see that, you'd love to do it, and if you saved yourself up you'd have a big load for her face," Beth said, her excitement at the prospect evidently as it spilled from her.

"Save myself, so no sex till Avril?" he said, turning the idea over in his mind. The idea of giving Avril a big facial was tempting, if she'd go for it, and he couldn't deny he wanted to do it, but to go without sex for the best part of two weeks until she was in town was going to be intense. 

"I know it'll be tough," Beth said, knowing what she was suggesting was going to be difficult given they had sex typically twice a day, sometimes more. He had a very high drive, and to ask him to go without would frustrate him. It'd frustrate her as well though; she loved sex as much as him and she couldn't very well ask him to sort her out whilst denying him any sort of stimulation.




Black Star Ch.04: Sinful Ways



This story is entirely fictional and is in no way connected with the subject. This story contains adult material and is only suitable for people over the age of 18. If you are under 18 please stop reading now. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living, dead, or undead, is purely coincidental. All characters portrayed in this story are over 18. Do not use this without my permission. (c) Copyright Viper_Noj 2002 onwards. Now, on with the story!

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The following morning Avril awoke to find herself alone in their bed, starfish position in the middle on her front, face buried down between the pillows beneath a tangle of her long hair. Stretching out to the tips of her fingers and toes, she trembled at the tension and gave a groan, pulling herself from between the pillows and looking up blearily at the bright room, reaching up to push her hair back from her face. She wondered where they were, but then heard the sound of talking dimly through the closed door of the bedroom. They'd evidently got up and left her to sleep, which was kind given how tired she got when touring, and was certainly feeling much more refreshed now after a satisfying evening of sex and a solid night of carefree sleep. Pushing the covers back, she shivered and felt her nipples tighten at the fresh, cool air of the bedroom, a sudden change from the warmth beneath the covers. 

Sliding daintily out of his bed onto her feet, she mused he did this to her last time she stayed over, sneaking out of bed to leave her alone. Looking around, she wasn't sure what to wear, but saw his grey shirt from the night before still strewn on the floor with other clothes. She thought about it a moment, and then reached down for it, slipping it easily over her slim shoulders, engulfed by it as she buttoned it up over her gorgeous body, the bottom of the shirt skimming her toned thighs and just covering her bum, and hiding everything else. She glanced in the mirror and quickly pulled her dirty blonde hair down into a more respectable style, round over one shoulder before she smoothed the shirt down a bit. She was sure he'd like seeing her like this, and couldn't help but just let her fingers slip under the shirt for a moment to just feel the perfect smoothness that awaited her...and him. Heading out of the room, she padded down the hall to see what was going on.

Beth had got up first, waking him as well, though he'd opted to stay snuggled up with Avril for a couple of minutes. He'd soon followed her however, and they'd enjoyed a nice morning kiss in the kitchen as the kettle boiled, and then shared breakfast with coffee like they usually did on a weekend, the sun shining on the windows into the main room from the balcony. It was still chilly but a lovely morning with clear skies, and he'd stolen outside to enjoy a cigarette, looking back in to see his gorgeous brunette of a girlfriend bringing their coffee to the sofa in his main room, smiling at him through the window. Quickly finishing his cigarette, he'd dropped it into his flowerpot and going back inside to cuddle up with her on the sofa and taste his coffee, before he went to fix breakfast for them, since she'd made the coffee. As he did that, Beth got a text message, which said her parents were swinging through town and to come meet up with them for lunch. They'd been doing a bit of a tour around different cities for a few weeks and made a stop over to see their daughter part of the plan. Timing was unfortunate, but she was sure he could take care of Avril for the day if she was free to stick around. 

Beth had sneaked back into the bedroom quietly to get herself some clothes and got dressed, since the time was going on towards eleven and she'd need to head out soon. He didn't bother, just sticking with his robe since there was no rush to go anywhere just yet. A little while later, Avril walked down the hall, making both of them look round to greet her good morning, though they both paused to take her in, dressed with such allure by just wearing his shirt. 

"Morning," he said, taking her in, mostly her gorgeously smooth, slim legs, disappearing enticingly up underneath the shirt. 

"Morning," Beth said more quietly, unable not to ogle the gorgeous singer, but also feeling a little usurped that she'd strut in wearing his clothes. That was her trick, and she could see the way he looked at her, however she also liked to see him happy, and as she knew there was something special between them, but it didn't threaten her. 

"Hey," Avril said a little shyly, feeling underdressed before them now, even though he only had a robe on. She'd never woken up on a morning like this, and nervously reached up to push her hair back over her ear as she looked away with a bite of her lip, which caused her shoulder to pull the shirt up a few inches and give a momentary peek at the her shaven pussy beneath, not unnoticed by either of them. 

"Sleep well?" Beth asked.

"Yeah thanks. How come you're dressed already? Going somewhere?" she asked, noting Beth's simple jeans and vest top ensemble, ready to go out. 

"Yeah my folks are heading through town so I'm meeting up with them for lunch. I'll have to leave you in his...capable hands," she said, indicating him beside her with a knowing smile. Avril's gaze flicked to him like she was a hawk sighting prey; she held his eyes a moment, a little smile sneaking across her lips.

"Sure," she said softly, not even looking back to Beth, who knew full well they were going to be screwing like bunnies as soon as she left. 

"I'm sure we'll find something to do," he said, looking up and down Avril before turning back to Beth. 

"It's a beautiful day outside, why not take her out on the bike or something?" Beth suggested helpfully.

"That's a great idea actually," he said, looking back to Avril.

"Sounds fun," she said with a smile, before stifling a yawn. 

"I'll get you some coffee," he said, hopping up and heading past her towards the kitchen, unable to resist reaching back to give her ass a little smack as he walked by, making her look back over her shoulder at him.

"He always does that," Beth said with a smile, patting the sofa to encourage Avril to join her. She stepped round and sat down beside the brunette, carefully tucking his shirt down between her legs to conceal herself. Beth immediately leant over and gave her a kiss, taking her by surprise slightly but also turning her straight on, making her tingle and squeeze her thighs as she reciprocated. He came back in with her coffee, just catching the end of their kiss, giving a smile and thinking that this really was fantasy come to life. He put the coffee down on the table for her, and then Avril kissed him as well, feeling she should, but wanting to as well. After a sensual lip lock with her, she pulled away slightly and inhaled, taking in the smoky smell of him from his earlier cigarette.

"I could really use one of those," she murmured, since she'd been banged hard the previous night and not followed it up with a cigarette. Picking up her coffee, she clutched it in both hands and sipped at it as he took his pack of Marlboro back out of his robe pocket, offering them to her.

"Have one if you want," he said, flipping the pack open. Avril eyed them a moment, knowing she should really refrain, and then took one, sliding it from the half-empty cardboard. 

"Thanks," she said, using spare fingers to take his titanium lighter from him, the one she'd bought for him after stealing his original one. He'd never actually told Beth that, but Avril didn't say a word on it and stood up, coffee in hand, to head for the balcony. She inhaled a bit as she stepped outside, not even waiting to get her jacket or anything, feeling the freezing metal beneath her feet as she shut the door behind her, popping the cigarette into her mouth and flicking the lighter, taking a deep first drag from it that completely hit the spot. Shivering against the chilly morning air, she took a drink of her coffee then let the smoke out into the air. They both watched her, then Beth stood up.

"I need to be going if I'm gonna make it on time," she said, looking around for her things, dropping them into her handbag.

"Ok, any idea what time you'll be back?" he asked, standing up with her.

"Not sure, you know how it is once you get talking and stuff, I could be a while. Don't worry about it, just have fun," she said with a beaming, naughty smile, nodding to Avril outside, looking away off the balcony.

"Ok then," he said with a grin as he thought of what he could do with Avril.

"See you later, love you," she said, drawing in to kiss him. Their brief goodbye kiss turned into a deep, passionate French kiss, their tongues sensually caressing and working each other's before they broke apart.

"Love you too," he said, noticing Avril looking back in the windows now. Beth looked round to see her, giving a wave and then heading towards the door of his place, treated to a swift spank as she walked past him, making her giggle in a knowing fashion. Watching him through the glass, Avril foxily raised the cigarette to her lips, drawing the smoke in slowly, before letting it almost tumble out of her mouth, rising thickly up from her lips, past her hair as he heard the door close behind Beth. She took a sip of her coffee as he walked towards the door, before raising the cigarette seductively again and putting it in her mouth, turning away from him to let get a look at the back of her sexy legs. He opened the door, feeling the fresh air again as he stepped out onto the balcony with her, just as she took hold of the cigarette in her mouth. 

Stepping up behind her, he confidently slid his hands around her waist; fingers onto her tummy to pull her back towards him, where the diminutive singer leaned her head back, looking into his eyes as she took the Marlboro from her lips. There wasn't a word spoken, or necessary, as he leaned down towards her, close to her lips but not touching, breathing in as she blew back into his mouth in the crisp spring air, taking it in fully before their lips touched, holding an intense, passion-filled kiss before he leaned back up and blew the smoke out into the air. Avril just rested back into him and sipped her coffee, which was cooling much faster outside, relaxing into him as if he were hers. It was like he'd traded one girlfriend for another; his foxy brunette replaced by a blonde with an equally smoking body, with just the same lust for him as he had for her and it was all his, fantasy bleeding into reality.

"So you're taking me out for a ride huh?" she asked with a glance at him, taking a drag from the cigarette and blowing it out, sexily inhaling it back into her nose, a trick she'd evidently learnt since he's last seen her, or never showed him before. 

"Definitely," he said, smiling as he held the Canadian close to him. He reached out to try and steal her cigarette from him, but she pulled it away out of his grasp.

"No, it's my cigarette. You didn't wake me up to share yours earlier," she said with a playful smile, drawing in another lungful from her diminishing cigarette. 

"You looked cute sleeping," he replied, kissing her head.

"Hmm...good save," she purred, taking a final inhale and then flicking it into his pot with the rest of the butts. She held it a moment, and then let it slowly out with her eyes closed, feeling relaxed and comfortable now, having got what she needed. He stepped back into the apartment, pulling her by the hand away from the chill and back into the warm. She immediately slid close to him, resting her head on his chest and then lifting up on her toes to kiss him again, sharing her smoky taste. It just reminded him of her, their encounters, their first shared cigarette walking to her hotel, conjuring up such juicy, illicit memories. It was amazing how scent just brought up memories so clear to the mind, and the smell of Avril and his brand of smokes drew up some of the hottest in his subconscious.

"If we're going out, we'd best get dressed," he said, glancing down at her, deliciously sexy in his shirt.

"Perhaps, but we can do more than that," she said, putting a naughty edge on her tone and smile, letting him ponder it a moment before she slipped from his grasp, walking away down the hall from him. Glancing back to check he was following her, she flicked the back of the shirt up, giving him a glimpse of her tight, toned ass, which made his breath quicken at the mere thought of getting that right now. He followed her to the bedroom, watching the sway of her hips as she sashayed through the doorway, and then wasted no time in unbuttoning his shirt as he just stood and watched, shrugging it down her arms to expose her sexy back, leaving her stood naked before him.

"What should I wear for this?" she asked, turning back to him and giving him a side on look at her. She saw his roaming gaze on her body, and then turned to face him fully so he could take in every inch of her slender body. Her perky chest, slim waist, toned abs and smooth pussy, it was all just perfect, and he couldn't help but pull her close to kiss her. As he tried to turn back her onto the bed, intending to pin her down and do far more than just kiss her, Avril broke away and pushed back, not letting him just take her as he had before. 

"Nuh uh, not yet. A ride for a ride," she said with a grin, stepping back from him and lifting her bag onto the bed. He just smiled and then pulled his robe off, joining Avril in being naked as he moved to find some clothes, aware Avril was looking at him as he did. 

"Well, up to you, but a skirt could work," he said, giving more than a hint at what he wanted her to do.

"Might that blow up a bit?" she said with a knowing smile as she rummaged in her bag to find a pair of panties.

"It might," he said with a smile, pulling his jeans on and looking over at the naked singer.

"In that case, I'd best put these on," she said, holding up a pair of red silk panties with a smile, before she bent down to step into them. They got dressed, with him quickly pulling a shirt on so he could spend the rest of the time watching Avril dress, ogling her blatantly as she put on a short, loose black skirt, adding a pair of fishnet stockings and then pulling on a nice padded red silk bra to match her underwear. She put a snug red vest top over the top and then put on her knee high boots, looking up to him with a smile now she was almost ready to go, his nice little prize to take out on the bike. 

"Let's go then," she said with a smile, and he turned to usher her from the room, leaving her to find her jacket in the hallway as he got his own leather bike jacket and helmet, getting his spare helmet out from the cupboard, the one that Beth usually wore. Grabbing his keys and other bits he needed, he headed for the door to find Avril already outside it, waiting and looking down the stairs. He had no idea what people would think if they saw and recognised her, hanging around casually outside his door, but nobody seemed to have though as he joined her, closing the door behind them and heading down the stairs behind her to get out to his bike in the car park. The brightness hit them again as they emerged from the building, and then he went over to his Triumph, Avril clicking along behind him in her boots. Slotting the key into the ignition, he pressed the starter and gave it a few revs to get it going, taking a couple of seconds before it kicked into life, treating it to a couple of soft revs before leaving it to idle, wanting it to warm up before he took the Canadian beauty out in the sunshine. 

He turned to look at Avril, working on adjusting the strap of the helmet with her jacket undone, and couldn't help but smile at how cute she looked. It was almost as if she knew though, as she looked up at him from what she was doing, breaking into a smile of her own. She didn't need any help though, and quickly got it adjusted, lifting it up onto her head and pulling it down over her dirty blonde hair. Reaching back, she set about tucking it into her collar and under the helmet to prevent it breaking loose as he put his own helmet on, clipping it up and doing his jacket up as the bike burbled throatily beside them. 

"Let's go," he said, giving a nod of his head and stepping over to the bike, throwing his leg over it to drop into the familiar saddle. Giving a squeeze of the throttle, he felt the powerful bike throb beneath him, hinting at its potential as he gave it a couple of light warm-up revs. He was sure everyone hearing it would simply think him an idiot, Avril included, but he really was doing it to look after the engine properly. Glancing over to the singer, he watched as she walked carefully to the bike on her heeled boots, then carefully controlled her skirt and stepped onto the back, having to hop up using the foot peg since she was so short. Dropping on lightly behind him, she reached down to tuck her skirt down fully between her legs, sitting on it where possible to keep it down against the coming ride. Satisfied that she'd concealed herself, she put her arms trustingly around his waist. 

He gave a glance back to check she was safely on with him, settled in the seat with her little black skirt wrapped over the top of her sexy thighs, exposing her fishnets and pale skin. It was enough to get him thinking, but he suppressed it as he took hold of the handlebars, giving a quick rev before he shifted into gear and pulled away, the reassuring thrum of the motorcycle underneath him them as he let the clutch out. With a sedate roll to the road from his parking spot, he saw it was clear and pulled out smoothly onto the street, getting lined up and then opening the throttle a bit to let the engine get going under load, feeling Avril hold to him securely as he did. Her light weight on the back of the bike didn't make too much difference to him, and it'd be fine once she leant into the corners. 

Traffic wasn't too bad which was a blessing, and they weaved their way out of the urban jungle in the sunshine, heading for more enjoyable, twisty roads with good scenery. Avril enjoyed the bike beneath her, the way they seemed one with the machine as they cruised out of the city, him taking it easy as the bike warmed up fully. He headed for roads he knew, and within a few minutes had escaped the city for the open road, expanding out into dual carriageway. Unable to resist, and wanting to thrill Avril a little, he reached down for her hands, squeezing them tightly to indicate she should hold on, and as soon as he felt her tighten up, he bounced the clutch as he kicked it down a gear then opened the throttle. The Triumph beneath them gave a howl as the revs climbed, surging forward with incredible speed as he merged into the outside lane to sweep past the slower moving cars, climbing the slight hill of the road as he curved around a bank of trees. 

He shifted up two gears as he just let the excitement of acceleration rush through him; not in a reckless manner, but one that made him feel free, released and able to chase anything he wanted. He let the revs wane in top gear and they lost momentum a little, rolling down to a more acceptable speed as he pulled back over and set about the few miles of cruising to get to the roads he wanted. Avril didn't protest in any manner about the speed, and what he didn't know was that she'd been excited by it, loving being on the back of a powerful bike with him, feeling the rush of the air past them. For her however it'd had an effect, getting right up her skirt and blowing intensely round her ass, though she'd managed to stay sitting on the front of it. Settling in the seat a little more, Avril looked round at the sun-bathed landscape besides the main road, with rolling fields, trees and a lovely blue sky. 




Black Star Ch.04: Sinful Ways



Turning off the carriageway, he headed down a nice quiet country road, which simply headed miles out into the countryside. Opening the throttle, Avril held onto him tightly again as the bike accelerated, seamlessly shifting through the gears with his fine control as they sped through a tunnel of trees, sunlight dappling onto the tarmac through their leaves. He knew the section of road well, and kept the pace up as they weaved through the curves and turns of the winding road, feeling Avril lean effectively with him as they did, both of them enjoying the speed and feel of the forces in the bends. Flying out of the twisty segment, they burst from under the trees into the sunlight again as he let the bike slow, on a fairly straight but undulating section of road. If he hadn't know Avril was enjoying the somewhat irresponsible high speed ride, he certainly did as she reached from her grasp on him to pat his leg and then point forward distinctly before grabbing tightly onto him once more. 

Avril knew if her management knew what she was doing right now they'd have a fit; the famous musician out on a motorcycle, racing round country roads at high speed with some random guy. But right now, all she lusted for was the excitement of the landscape hurtling by in a blur, the feel of the throbbing engine beneath her, running through her legs from the foot pegs under her boots. She felt a surge of adrenaline spread coldly through her as he twisted the throttle again, the bike howling and giving a momentary judder as he hit the limiter, immediately kicking it up a gear and freeing them once more, making her feel the G-forces as she held him tightly, and then bounce behind him on the seat as they went over a bump in the road. They banked through a slight right hander, and then sped onwards, climbing a ridge in the tarmac and almost lifting the front wheel off the ground.

Pursuing the chemically-fuelled rush of high-speed riding, he pushed the speed more, flying along now at huge speed. He rode fast, but this was insane; tearing through the countryside on his bike, with a world famous Canadian singer on the back was like something from a movie, a reality he didn't live in. But it was happening, here they were, and he couldn't hold back from the consuming want that drove him, and her behind him. Hauling back on the throttle in top gear, the engine screaming, he hit what was a slightly bigger ridge, feeling the front go light on him and Avril squeeze on him tightly as they accelerated on the bumpy road. The wind rushed up Avril's skirt, and as she lifted slightly over the ridge her skirt escaped, blowing up around her hips to expose her sexy red silk underwear, but she didn't care. Even at their swiftest speed, they couldn't break from the concrete, lifting the front wheel about a foot in the air as he controlled it and then pushed the front wheel back down, holding full throttle for a couple more seconds that blasted fresh air round every intimate inch of Avril Lavigne and then lifting off, keeping a calm, focused control on the decelerating motorcycle as they dropped from their peak. 

Both his and Avril's hearts were pounding hard, thumping in their chests as they took some deep breaths, the release of adrenaline and dopamine into their bodies a huge kicker that left them high but sharp...and wanting more. As the road levelled out, they toured through more trees and then back out in the sun as the petite singer pushed her skirt down over her panties. The landscape opened more out to their left now, the river dominating it as the road approached it more. Opening the taps again, the bike accelerated, though he kept it more controlled now. As their speed held steady on the smoother road, he felt Avril let him go, immediately sending a burst of panic into him that she'd fallen somehow, looking round at her. She was on the back of the motorbike with her arms outstretched as if trying to take flight, letting the air pass over her as she held on with her strong legs. He held the bike steady, but gathered a little more pace as she let her arms waver up and down smoothly like she were flapping, ignoring the fact her skirt had come up again to show off her legs and more. 

He didn't know where she got the courage to do it, but she pushed her heels into the pegs and took hold of him, then pushed up slowly, like one might do on a wobbly ladder, to stand up on the back of the bike. He locked into focus on the bike to control its every tiny motion as the singer stood up, pushing her arse out at first but then straightening her legs and leaning onto his shoulders as she held onto them, forward on the bike to brace herself. Her heart racing like the engine of the bike they straddled, she let go of him to shakily reach out again with her arms, resting her tummy on his upper back and shoulders, legs on the brink of shaking with the strength she was forcing them to produce as she air rushed past her, looking out over him at the road ahead and getting a better view of the corner of the world they were disturbing as they flew by. He sped up just a tiny bit, knowing she wanted it, making her bubble with terrified exhilaration before her common sense got the better of her and she took hold of his shoulders again, lowering her tight ass back down onto the seat, with another burst of relieved excitement spreading through her and making her shiver.

In her stunt, she'd seen something though; an area of grass under more trees coming up on the left towards the river, bathed in the sunshine of the spring day. Patting him again, she indicated she wanted them to head towards that area, hoping he got the point. He wasn't entirely sure how to get there, but he turned off to the left down a smaller lane, much more tight and windy this time so he backed off the speed, heading for where she wanted. Plunging down through the trees into a shady hollow, he throttled up for the other side and then swung to the right to come nearly parallel to the river, under the trees back from its banks in the fields. There was nobody around, and no sign of anything going on; wooden fences cut from the trees themselves were old, broken in places and showing its abandonment. Spying a gate, he sat up as he shifted down and reigned the bike in, slowing to turn carefully through the gap where a gate should be, onto a dry dirt track into the field, running slowly with the bike onto the grass as Avril pointed where she wanted to go. 

She indicated a shady area under the trees, where the grass ran out into sunshine at the bank of the river. He carefully rode across the uneven ground and into the somewhat relieving dark of the shade, realising how hot he was now from the ride as he parked the bike, kicking the stand out as Avril hopped neatly off the back onto the grass, her legs a little shaky. He stepped off as he let the Triumph tick over, running it down after what had been a very intense ride, rushing through the country with Avril at his back in a perfect memory. He unclipped his helmet and pulled it off, giving a sigh of freedom and taking a deep, fresh breath of air. Standing the helmet down on the fuel tank, he undid his leather jacket and slid it off, throwing it over the saddle as he watched Avril undo her own bike jacket and drop it down. Pulling her helmet off, she looked at him with a smile.

"You have helmet hair," she said, sending a surge through him. It was the same thing Beth had said to him a couple of weeks earlier, and it instantly took him back there, but not in a bad way. It just made him somewhat project his feelings for Beth onto Avril, who he still felt more for than just being a brief encounter, regardless of moving on. He couldn't help but smile at her though as he turned the bike off, the silence suddenly descending around them.

"So do you," he said, taking her helmet from her and sitting it on the bike with his own. She self-consciously pulled her fingers through her bleached locks as he sat down in the shade beneath the tall tree, gazing out over the fields and river bathed in the sunlight as the sounds of the country started to reach his ears. Casting her jacket onto the ground behind the hot bike, Avril gave a little stretch and then turned to him, wasting no time in stepping straight to him, over his legs and then dropping down to straddle him, pressing her lips to his firmly as she grabbed his head. She kissed him passionately as she crouched over him, shuffling her feet forwards on the grass so her knees were under his arms, allowing her to lower her ass onto his crotch as her skirt hung out the way, pressing herself down to give a definitive grind on him, immediately stirring things. He couldn't feel it, but he was turned on by the thought of her sexy red silk underwear sliding over his jeans. 

They didn't waste any further time talking as their kissing became more hungry, tongue twisting as Avril rocked onto him more, pushing him back and testing his abdominal strength. It was good, but it couldn't last forever, even against the diminutive Canadian, and so Avril slowly pushed him back down onto the grass. He was curtained by her hair as she leaned down to continue kissing, her hands on the ground beside his head now as they made out, the singer having dropped into a classic doggy style position, no longer grinding onto him. His hands slid up the sides of her body, round onto her perky chest to squeeze at her humble breasts through the snug red vest top. Able to feel her sexy bra beneath, he couldn't help but let his hands glide down her tummy to find the bottom of it, his fingertips pulling it up towards him as he drew it up over her tight body. 

As he got it past her boobs she knelt up, pulling it off over her head swiftly and tossing it aside, immediately kissing him again. She was absolutely raring to go, and seemed to be completely apathetic to their public if secluded setting. With her energy and lust, he just decided to let things happen and kissed her harder, letting his hands run down over her smooth skin, taking in the taper of her waist and back to get to her little black skirt, his fingers immediately slipping into the waistband of it. As his fingertips touched her silk panties, taking in their sensual texture, Avril grabbed his shirt and pulled it up, making him rise up again as she wrenched it over his head. In the same move he abruptly pushed her skirt down over her arse to her knees, exposing her sexy knickers fully now. As he dropped back down onto the grass, he pulled his feet up to her sexy knee-high boots, hooking his toe into the top of one and shoving the loose leather down and off her leg. Avril knelt up and went to work on his jeans as he kicked her other boot off, and then took charge to fumble her skirt off, leaving her in just her sexy red silk underwear and fishnet hold-ups. 

Keeping control, she hungrily lunged down to kiss at his chest, dragging her teeth over his skin as her dainty hands deftly finished with his jeans and then yanked them down. He kicked his own boots off clumsily as Avril kissed down his body, pulling his jeans off, tossing them aside with the rest of their clothes. She horny Canadian immediately pressed herself back down on top of him again, grinding herself down firmly in to him as she leant on his chest, making both of them groan deeply in pleasure and anticipation as her panty-clad pussy slid over his rock hard cock with just a couple of layers of fabric between them. He grabbed her wrists and pulled them off his chest, easily overpowering the singer as he pulled her arms out over his head, making her drop down towards him where he kissed her hard again, biting her lower lip enough to make her squeak as she shuddered down against him. 

He released her hands and immediately grabbed her deliciously slender body, feeling her warmth as his hands slid round her back and over her bra strap, letting his fingertips take in its texture and suggestive sexiness as they traced their way to the clasp. Avril couldn't help a little laugh as he flicked it undone without the least bit of hassle, making her perky boobs hang loose beneath her in the released bra. 

"Hmm expert," she murmured through her smile, greeted only by more kisses. His hands quickly pulled it off her, treated to the sight of her kneeling up topless for him as she escaped it, showing off her toned, tight body with its tattoos, glancing over as it was thrown aside with everything else. Leaning down, she pushed her hair back over her ears as she kissed him, more subtly this time. It was softer, more sensual and delicate, a mixture of passion and romance as her soft lips caressed his, her tongue just lapping gently against his rather than entwining deeply. She moved down onto his neck to make him shiver, and then kissed down his body, gradually building the tension in him. She didn't disappoint though, as when she arrived at his stiff cock she immediately, but carefully, bit at it through his shorts, making him throb between her teeth as her hands set to work dispensing of them.

He sprung up to meet her slightly as she freed him, feeling a rush of excitement spread through him as she took the last of his clothing and then breathed hotly over his cock. He surged to his hardest as her soft lips slipped over his bulging head, letting out a deep, strained sigh as she pushed silkily down his cock, taking around half of him into her mouth with a smooth, controlled motion. She just let him relish the feeling, holding him a moment to suck firmly and tongue at him, wondering for just a second whether she could give him as good a blowjob as Beth did with her tongue stud. His groan of pleasure as she pulled slowly back up him to lick at his head pushed all such thoughts from her mind; looking up showily at him as she swirled her tongue around on it, she let him feel the soft underside with a roll of it from behind her teeth before she sank him back into her mouth again slowly as she kept her pressure on him just right. 

She pushed her hair back from her face and then took hold of his hips, settling down to patiently suck his cock as she sank onto her front between his legs, letting her knees slip from under her. He just lay back comfortably and closed his eyes in the shade of the tree to bask in the fantastic brilliance of having the world famous singer-songwriter giving him a blowjob as he let his hand stray up to brush her forearm, while his knees squeezed in a little to feel her hips as her slim form nestled between them. They stayed like that for a while as he just enjoyed her efforts, which she was quite happy to provide, finally having him all to herself and loving it. He looked around at points to make sure they were alone, seeing no sign of anyone at all, treated only to the fantastic view of Avril Lavigne sucking him steadily, working slowly and smoothly up and down, applying her tongue and putting just the right vacuum on his cock. She glanced up and caught his eye at one point and simply gave a little flick of her eyebrow as she dutifully sucked him off. 

Avril paused as she pushed herself up onto her knees, balancing and continuing to demonstrate her fantastic oral skills as she reached back for her underwear, matter-of-factly hooking her thumbs into the elastic and pushing them down to strip naked at last. She pulled her flexible leg up to get her foot into them and used her nimble foot to push her red silk panties down and off her sexy legs, kicking them aside to leave a fantastic view for anyone that would've been stood behind her. She was very horny, and had wanted to please him with a nice succulent oral session, but now she needed him inside her and with one slow, hard push down into her throat she ended the blowjob, slipping off his achingly erect manhood and kneeling up, smooth and naked before him. Avril crawled sexily up towards him, her perky breasts hanging firmly beneath her chest as she looked him lustily in the eyes, a naughty little smile spreading over her lips. He guided them to his as he leaned up to bring her into a kiss, their tongues colliding much more passionately now as she knelt over him.

"Oh fuck," she groaned as his hand deftly sneaked between her legs, gliding over her smooth, sensitive lips to find her clit easily, pressing the captive ball ring down on her extremely aroused nub and circling it perfectly around the outside. She shuddered over him and kissed even as she trembled, rocking her hips gently as working with him as his two fingers worked around her button, first through the hood with her titanium ring and then underneath it as he used his little finger to tug it out the way, making her gasp and then melt in a quiver at the very direct stimulation she was provided. She didn't want to let him make her come before squeezing him into her tight pussy and leaned on his shoulder with one hand as she reached down for his cock with the other, giving it a firm squeeze that made him push up into her grasp with a mumble through their kisses. She stroked him a few times as she pulled him up for herself, raising on her knees and lining him up at her dripping entrance even as his fingers continued to stimulate her.

With a couple of rocks of her hips to slide him through her beautifully soft entrance she built a tiny amount of tension, and then gave one push down that made him glide straight inside her, her incredible wetness causing his cock to plunge into her welcoming body. Both of them gasped and gave a groan as Avril pushed herself all the way down onto him, his hand shifting from her clit to her hip to help pull her down, burying every possible millimetre of himself inside the delectable songstress as he arched up towards her. She arched as well, giving a strained groan as she engulfed his thick cock, nerve endings lighting up and making her shiver as she took a breath before he dragged her into more deep, lustful kissing. He sat up a bit more underneath her, preventing her taking control quite as she'd intended to do, but she didn't really mind and sat down onto him fully, pushing her knees past him and squeezing her stocking-wrapped thighs round his hips as his hands guided her own. She pulled her arms behind his neck as they continued to make out, Avril not riding yet but instead just rolling her hips back and forwards to feel him inside her, giving clenches of her muscles for him to enjoy.

They just moved together rhythmically for a minute or so, him able to feel her hood piercing as she pressed into him, his hands squeezing her ass and guiding her hips before she broke their kiss, brushing her distracting blonde hair back once more and looking into his eyes. They were both breathing deeply as they stared into one another, holding their gaze as Avril lifted herself up to the tip of his shaft and then sank back down, rolling into his body to take him completely again in a move that made both of them pause before sighing, smiling somewhat nervously like they were teenage lovers or something. They didn't dwell though as Avril continued her moves, sliding up and down his cock easily, her sweet pussy feeling simply fantastic on his cock, so tight and wet as she started to ride him properly, working her thighs and hips to glide along the full length of his cock, letting him feel the sublime sensation of popping through her tight muscles every time she pushed down. 

Avril didn't go too fast, just keeping control much as she had with her blowjob, wanting them to enjoy it without either of them climaxing too soon. She pulled him closer to her, his head into her chest to press against her humble breasts, not letting him get away as she started to go a little bit faster, absolutely loving the feel of his hot, hard shaft inside her again. And this time it was just them, she was all his again, and she was going to soak up every moment of his undivided attentions. Avril loved the feel of his hands at her hips, slipping round to squeeze and spank lightly at her ass, stroking sensually up her back, reaching up to lightly rake his nails over the soft skin of her shoulders, fingers just teasing in her long hair, threatening to pull it. 




Black Star Ch.04: Sinful Ways



He didn't though, just leaving her to run things as she clearly wanted to, wrapping his arms around her slender back to hold her close and just stroke softly at her skin, leaving her long hair to merely tickle at his fingers as he relished the exquisite sensation of her pussy. She rocked slowly but powerfully on his cock as she tipped her head back, eyes closed to just enjoy the deep, soulful sensation of him penetrating her, rolling her hips to get him to hit in just the right places as she gave stimulating squeezes of her muscles for him. She murmured in pleasure as he started to gently kiss her soft breasts, making her tingle just a little as his lips caressed her skin and tempt her to arch her back a bit so he could get to her nipples, which he rewarded her with immediately, taking her stiff point into his mouth to firmly suck at it. Avril gave a satisfied, sighing murmur at the concoction of sensual sensations washing over her, accompanied by their steady, exerted breaths as they gradually built up.

The pretty singer shifted herself on him, leaning back and sliding her tactile fingers back to his shoulders, taking a sexily trusting grasp on him as she let her legs spread a little more to open up access to her body. He leaned back a little more as she eased away from him, pulling his hands down onto her hips as they became somewhat in tension with one another, balanced in a perfect moment as the Canadian started to thrust herself onto him a bit more aggressively, going faster and harder with short strokes that ground herself against him. It was strangely nice to feel her smoothly shaven mound rub against his own, a new sensation for him thanks to Avril and Beth the previous evening, and it added to the combination of stimulation he was receiving as she worked her G-spot with the bulbous head of his erection within her. She bit her lip with the intensity as their heart rates started to pump, her firm ass driving down into his thighs now as she got deeper, alternating back to slower but harder full depth thrusts that let their bodies lock together as she enveloped every last bit of him, a consuming sensation that made him lift up to meet her.

She was so wet; he was sure this was the horniest she'd ever been with him despite her restrained display, simply loving the sensation of him sliding deeply inside her and being connected to him. Avril let out strained breaths through her gritted teeth as she rode a little bit harder to press her polished titanium ring against him, making the ball bump against her clit, encouraging her to start rolling her pelvis as she took him in to make the little intimately placed ball slide around the outside of her hypersensitive button. He looked up as she gave a cry and buck of her hips, one of her more energetic grinds to pleasure herself having pressed the ball down directly on her nub and sent an intense, overwhelming jolt of sensations into her, making her tremble on top of him. His hands on her hips prevented her sudden kick from pulling her off his cock, though only just, however it did mean he was treated to the delicious sensation of sliding back inside her from tip to balls, getting to feel every stretch and squeeze of her pussy as she very deliberately pushed herself back down onto him with a lingering pressure to make absolutely sure. 

As the perky star started up again she increased the tempo, refusing to rise so far off his cock that he might slip out of her and keeping him deep with shorter, harder thrusts as she sat up more on him again, beginning to ride rather than grind again as her hands moved reassuring onto the front of his shoulders to push him back down. He resisted a moment, fighting against her with his core strength as she tried to dominate him, lunging up to capture her in a heated kiss, feeling her immediately respond to it as she delved her tongue into his mouth. She knew he was a sucker for a passionate, affectionate kiss and used it to her advantage, moaning quietly with pleasure as their tongues entwined, pulling his out and sucking at it firmly, all the while maintaining the rhythm of her hips and pressing at his shoulders.

He finally relinquished with the break of their kiss, Avril following him down to the grass with a smile as she pressed him firmly to the ground, pinning him playfully as she leaned over him, looking distinctly into his eyes as she started to bounce up and down on his cock, both of them feeling the change of position before she gave another quick kiss to him and then sat up into a proper cowgirl, aiming to give him a very good ride as she swept her hair back for a pause. Her perky tits hung firm and proud from her skinny frame as she arched her back, his hands sliding onto her thighs beside him before she placed her own down on his lower chest with a wiggle of her hips, getting back in the saddle. He just lay back and watched as the luscious Lavigne rose and sank on his cock, feeling her give a definite clench of her vagina at the peak to make her extra tight on the way back down. Shuddering beneath her, Avril smiled at taking the upper hand properly and balanced herself perfectly as she started to ride freely atop him, impaling herself on the full length of his manhood by gliding neatly up and down in full control.

Despite the long strokes she was working at an increasing pace, riding him much faster now as they both breathed harder and faster, the singer using her strong legs to bounce up and down on him as her slick tunnel devoured every inch of him with ease. He grunted as she got a little bit faster, about as quick as she could manage without shortening her stroke and at the same time making her bouncing chest a touch more inviting. His hands easily found their way as he reached up to cup her, supporting and squeezing at the lovely handfuls, their stiff nipples tickling his palms as he gave a harder grope to elicit a growl from her. It came from behind a smile though as she swept her distracting hair back again, tipping her head back with it as she bounced up and down on his manhood, leaving him to study her lithe, toned form. Her pale skin contrasted starkly with her black tattoos, most obviously the black stars on her hip, which he let his hand glide down the taper of her body to stroke his thumb over as she slipped gracefully up and down his cock, as if they were long-term lovers.

Avril looked down at loving caress of her, noting how he was fixated for a moment on her stars, making her smile that she captivated him so. She knew she was a world famous musician and so he might be expected to be a bit awed by her, but with them it wasn't like that, and now she just felt so in tune with him. Distracting him with a squeezing, slow push down his cock, she giggled as he shivered beneath her, rolling her hips as she sat on him a moment before continuing to ride him, pushing her hands down on his chest again. Curling her fingers to dig them into him a little, she felt him surge inside her, stiffening a touch for just a second before relaxing again, making her ride just a bit harder, starting to limit her bounce now as she picked up the pace, keeping him balls deep in her pussy each time and lifting up just a little bit less as she rode him vigorously. She rolled her hips to press her G-spot again, feeling an almost instant reward now, horny as hell and riding towards an orgasm. She always loved being on top, it got her off, and so now she was powering to a climax.

She turned her heels in on his legs and squeezed with her thighs to hold on tight as she rocked in the saddle, slamming her hot pussy down on his thick cock, closing her eyes as she gasped for breath, her perky tits bouncing up and down briskly before he restrained them with his hands, giving a good squeeze that made her tingle even more as he orgasm built up. Avril was only riding a few inches of him now as she thumped her ass down on his thighs, driving his head across her most intimate pleasure point as hard and fast as she could manage, losing focus on him now as she worked for her imminent climax. He saw his opportunity to seize control from the vulnerably pre-orgasmic Avril and took it easily, his hands releasing her chest to wrap around her slim back and pull himself up to the gorgeous Canadian as she knelt down over him. Locking them together, he gave one thrust up and rolled her over onto her back, pinning her down firmly on the grass with his bodyweight, which he also let drive his cock to its deepest inside her, causing her to grab him tightly round the shoulders, digging her nails in as she gave a loud grunt and a kick of her legs.

He immediately kissed her hard and reached for her now redundant hands, entwining his fingers in hers and pinning them down on the grass beside her splayed hair as he started to pump into her hard, intending to finish her off to the orgasm she was on the brink of. The sensations of him ploughing her intently cut straight through the sudden change of dominance between them and Avril arched up and broke from him with an ascending, gasping sigh of pleasure as she pulled her knees up beside him to orient her pelvis perfectly to his efforts. They kissed again, tongues battling as she just pulled her thighs in to let her smooth skin touch his sides through her stockings, connecting them more as he thumped himself against her, holding his own pleasure back as she bubbled to a deep, satisfying climax, breaking their kiss to look into his eyes as she gasped her last few breaths into an ecstatic groaning squeal of pleasure, unable to keep her eyes open as she came beneath him.

Her pussy squeezed blissfully tight around him as he continued to pump into her, sustaining her orgasm as she arched from the warm ground and shook beneath him, her knees pulling in to grip his waist, writhing under him as he pinned her down and almost wishing she could escape the pleasure as it endured deliciously by his thrusting. It was fantastic for him as her muscles clamped down and rippled around him powerfully, with a rush of her slick juices to make it even easier to pound himself balls deep into her oasis of pleasure. As her groans turned back into gasps from the exertion he knew he could let himself go, and with that thought relaxed into the incredible concoction of sensations coming to him from Avril's hot body, rapidly feeling the building pressure deep within him of his climax. With the singer still pinned beneath him, he pushed up more on his hands to give himself more room to plunge his erection inside her, slamming on her as hard and fast as possible.

He held on as long as possible, Avril staring into his eyes intimately without blinking as she watched him take maximum reward from her, feeling him so hard inside her, throbbing as he restrained his energy to the last moment. With a groan he came hard inside her, driving himself as deep as he could, making her grunt again and quickly wrap her fishnet-clad legs around him to keep him there, watching him in the throes of his orgasm as he ground against her, his big, thick cock jerking and stiffening as he ejaculated deep within her, releasing his load into her womb as his hands gripped hers so hard it almost hurt. She loved the feeling of him coming inside her, the surges of his cock sending pulses of pleasure through her body and making her squeeze him as he finished, before he gave a last hard, grinding throb and almost collapsed between her legs, his shaky arms just holding him up. 

He looked down at her, both of them breathing hard as they stared into one another's eyes in a deep moment, before Avril craned up from the ground to pull him into a kiss, leading him back towards the ground with her. It was soft and sensual, working her lips gently as he let go of her hands, allowing her to pull them around his neck as he laid down to rest with her, sliding his arms down and then dropping his head down besides her. He was heavy on top of her, but she liked him there, feeling safe and wanted as he breathed by her ear, his cock softening inside her as they just lay together for a minute, not saying a word as they got their breath back. 

"Is that how you make love to Beth?" Avril breathed, keeping her arms tightly around his shoulders. He slowly pushed back onto his elbows, looking deeply into her pretty eyes, seeing what she was seeking.

"Yeah, it is," he replied, giving a smile and leaning down to kiss her as she smiled to herself, feeling a little rush and the tenderness in his kiss, before he slipped easily out of her and lay down on the grass, kissing her further on the cheek as she lay flat on her back, naked in the shade of the tree.

"But am I..." she started, being silenced as he put a finger on her lips.

"Shh," he said softly, giving her another kiss on the cheek and pulling her close to him. It was an intimate moment, and Avril was glad he stopped her saying anything, pushing back into him a little as she rolled half onto her side, resting her head on his arm and just relaxing so they could both bask in the afterglow of their fantastic session. The peace of the countryside enveloped them as they lay still, their breathing normal now, not overwhelming the restful sounds of birds and the breeze blowing the trees on the bright spring day. It was just them, without a sight nor sound of anyone else to spoil it, and they just enjoyed the luxury of being able to lay naked in the open by his bike, a rare treat. 

After a while lying together, where they almost dangerously dozed off, they were feeling like more than just lying there. His hand over her body couldn't help but stray across her chest to squeeze at her humble breasts, only to see her hand sneaking over her tummy to stroke her fingertips idly at her perfectly smooth pussy. Nuzzling her long hair out the way, he breathed slowly across the back of her neck, loving how her skin goose pimpled as she gave a shiver against him, squeezing her legs together and tilting her head over so he could get at her more easily. Her nipples were hard against his hands, only tempting him to squeeze and grope at her more, letting his hand slide flatly down her toned tummy and press her back to him further, helping her feel his now stiff cock as it swelled to full hardness against her ass.

He grazed his teeth along her soft shoulder as the Canadian beauty started to rock her hips a little, arching her back to let the cleft of her bum rub up and down his shaft, helping to settle it a little further between and stimulate him to a deep murmur of pleasure. He thrust slightly against her to accentuate the sensations as he bit gently down on her shoulder and reached up to pull his fingers backwards through her hair, curling them through her dirty blonde locks to tug slightly at them. Avril curled towards him slightly as he did it, letting the eclectic range of sensations wash over her as her own fingers started to circle just a little above her pussy. She didn't quite want to start going at her clit just yet or pull on her jewellery, instead opting for just teasing sensations to add to what he was giving her. His fingertips pulled back to stroke her breast and culminate in a tweak of her nipple that made her jump a little bit. 

Her pussy was decidedly wet at the anticipation of getting his thick cock back inside her; it was so tantalisingly close, pressed into her ass, just inches away from where she wanted it to be. One push of her hips could get him there, and she knew he'd sink deep inside her so easily if she did. But she restrained herself, letting things continue as they were, not wanting to break the rhythm by going too fast or trying to get to the end, it was all about the journey after all. He made her gasp as he stepped things up by giving her hair a pull to tug her head back and then leaned over to threateningly drag his teeth over her neck, the hint that he could bite her accentuated by the little nip he gave to her as he withdrew. It made her gasp and turn back, twisting towards him to pursue his lips, managing to press hers to them for a ragged kiss as he pinched her nipple.

He pushed back to effectively lean away from her, bringing both hands onto her arched back and sliding them down, taking in the soft, smooth warmth of her body as he let his little fingers reach outwards to just take in the narrowing of her waist followed by the curve of her hips as he let his palms push onto the top of her ass. He used his pelvis to give another push towards her as his hands pushed her cheeks apart a little, letting him grind more thoroughly over her tight hole, causing her to pause a moment at the illicit sensation. She'd never enjoyed anal as much as she did with him and the stimulation to her was enticing, tingling through her and causing her to just let a fingertip hook into her titanium ring for a light pull at her hood. He pulled back in close to her again with another thrust against her that started lower, letting his cock slide up the back of her smooth thighs and almost bump at her juicy vulva, making her grit her teeth at the tease of it.

She couldn't take it any more, and as he slowly pulled back again she raised her leg and reached down between them, letting his cock spring between and into her waiting fingers. Avril closed them neatly around his head and guided him up to rub over the front of her smooth lips, feeling her slick heat and the strength of her thighs as she squeezed them around him firmly. Avril reached up with her spare hand to hold onto his arm where he'd slid it back under her neck, turning his hand to squeeze her breast again as he let his other stroke over her hip and drag his nails lightly up the side of her ass. She used her fingers to just lightly hold his rock hard cock to her pussy as he thrust slowly between her legs, loving the feel of her legs creating a grasp on his shaft as her digits just stimulated under his head, working just lightly in little circles as she held him to her, the sensation of her polished hood ring an interesting one as it slid over his bulging head. 

He made her give a ragged, moaning sigh as he sunk his teeth firmly into the curve of her neck, giving her a firm bite that send a twinge of erotic pain through her body and made her clench her thighs on him, only tempting him to go a little harder, making her give a little complaint and pull away from him. He released her to leave a good mark on her soft skin, noticing however that she was pressing him a little firmer to her and rocking her hips again with him so as to grind her clit against his shaft, helping rub the titanium ball against her nub. Her abundant juices were spread thickly over his cock now as she worked herself on it, ready to go and trying to press him a little more firmly into herself. When he gave one longer stroke, she took her chance and pushed him down between her legs and let his momentum easily carry him up and inside her, his head effortlessly gliding through her lips, engulfed by her velvet heat as he sank a few inches inside her, making the singer grunt and gasp in pleasure at finally getting him to penetrate. She was surprised and disappointed however when instead of driving his full length home inside her, he pulled back and let himself pop back out of her.

"No, Avril," he said firmly, taking on a tone she'd not heard from him since sometime in their previous encounters as his cock slipped back between her thighs again.

"Why not?" she questioned urgently, pushing her ass back against him with a wiggle, desperate to change his mind so he'd give her the fucking she wanted. She wanted to make the most of their stolen time together, but he had other ideas as to how to accomplish that. 

"It's not what I want," he replied simply, though it was certainly a difficult prospect to not just delve deep into Avril's sweet pussy. Taking charge, he pushed on Avril's hip and rolled her over onto her front, not getting much resistance from her as she let him pin her down on the grass, pressing her down to the ground with his cock lodged between her legs against her aching pussy. He pulled his feet inside hers and pushed her legs open, spreading her fairly wide so he could get at her in between, just pausing to lean down and kiss over her shoulders a few times, making her murmur slightly with pleasure as he rocked his hips a little. Sliding down a little, he pushed at her intently, his cock absolutely rock hard between her legs, sliding straight back between her lips again, dipping his head into her and then withdrawing it again as she sighed, giving a couple more testing thrusts before he took a moment to reconsider it. He slid up on her ass a bit more, and then pushed tentatively forward until he made contact, just above her pussy so he was nudging at her asshole, making Avril immediately pay attention.




Black Star



"Oh wow, that's great, you've done a fantastic job there," she said, very happy with how nice a job he'd done, her tattoo looking exactly as she'd hoped it would.

"Yeah I think that looks really good on you there, and it suits you," he said, enjoying the view of her sexy body in just her bra and short skirt, enjoying ogling her smooth thighs.

"It doesn't make me a tramp though," she pointed out, leaning up from the chair and looking back at him past her long hair.

"But as you say, you do like what it suggests," he ventured, giving a wry smile as he put the mirror down.

"You don't know that for sure, only what I've told you. I think you're just letting your imagination run away with you," she said teasingly with a smirk, arching her back and rocking her hips ever so slightly.

"You wouldn't get this done if you didn't want guys to look at it, you know full well what you're inviting," he said, standing a little closer to her now, his cock hardening fully at the thought of doing her from behind, or even anally. Avril looked round at him again, eyeing him up before reaching back towards him with her hand, giving a little wave of her fingers to bring him closer to her, his heart pounding in his chest now as he stepped into the unknown, closer behind the Canadian star. As soon as he was close enough, she pushed her fingers into his pocket, yanking him right up behind her, where she immediately reached back with her other, panty-filled hand. She shoved her sexy knickers into his pocket, evidently to keep as she pressed them firmly, pushing her hand in to match the other and give her a strong grip on him. She arched her back tightly, pushing her tight bum out as she suddenly yanked him to her, stumbling him slightly to grind against her, hearing him inhale at the surprise move. Avril could easily feel his hard cock pressed into her through his jeans, resting against her booty and back of her naked pussy through her tartan skirt. His hands instinctively went to the sexy curve of her back, unable to resist taking hold of her, feeling the enticing warmth of her smooth body as he slid his hands up her back, carefully avoiding her new tattoo.

"But you don't know for sure, not for real, and how can you ever know?" she teased, rocking her hips now and pressing back, grinding herself onto his hard cock, making both of them feel good and teasing him unashamedly as he instinctively pressed into her, just wishing their clothes weren't in the way as she held him tightly, his cock desperate to be freed. His hands slid onto her waist with a mind of their own, sliding over her smooth pale skin to pull back against her hips, grinding her harder onto him as her Doc Martins hooked round the back of his thighs.

"You can't, you'll just have to think long and hard about it," she growled, giving a slow, hard drive specifically up his cock, able to feel exactly where he was. He gave a slight groan, to which Avril gave a sexy, primal growl as she started to raise then arch her back, rolling her hips to slide her ass and pussy up and down the length of his through his jeans, making her skirt ride up but denying him any chance to see given how tightly he was pressed to her, not that he cared about that right now.

"Anyway, I'd better get going," she said, suddenly changing the tone, letting go of his pockets and leaning up from the seat, spurring what happened next. After all her prick teasing and come-ons, there was no way he was letting her get away with this, especially since she clearly wanted it. With his firm grasp already on her waist, he shoved her roughly down over the chair, making her grab hold of the back to catch herself as she leaned forward on her knees. He grabbed hold of her long hair tightly, giving a sharp pull back that made her give a loud grunt, breathing heavily with excitement as he took charge, his other hand sliding up under her chest to cup her perky breast, giving a hard squeeze that sense a tingle through her body. Avril held tightly to the chair as he pulled her head back, arching her body as he leaned over her, pulling her to one side as he swooped down to firmly bite the side of her neck, making her shudder and give a deep, growling moan of pure pleasure, pushing her bum back into him as he leaned over her, feeling him even harder for her now. Avril fought his grip and turned his bite into a frenzied, gasping kiss of passion, his hand moving from pulling her hair to pushing her head towards him as they frantically kissed, their lust unchained now, his hand groping harder at her chest, skilful fingers sliding into her bra to tease her stiff nipple.

"Oh fuck, fuck," she gasped as they broke apart, his hand suddenly leaving her chest as the other shoved her down harder over the chair, making her cling to the backrest in anticipation, barely able to contain herself as he flicked her skirt up fully at last. She gasped as it landed on her fresh tattoo as he exposed her, his other hand rapidly undoing his jeans as he leaned back slightly to finally get a good look at her tight, juicy pussy and asshole, Avril wiggling slightly for him enticingly as he freed his rock hard erection. With his cock springing up vertically behind her, he swiftly took a firm hold on her hip and pressed himself to her with his other hand, his swollen purple head slipping easily over her pussy. He could feel the slick heat of her abundant wetness as he just took a moment to tease her, sliding his cock up and down over the back of her bulging pussy and tight anus, something she didn't complain about as she wiggled frustratedly at his cock. With one little push he was inside her, Avril pushing back the second she felt him enter her, feeling the squeeze of her muscles as they pushed towards each other, her pussy tight but enveloping his cock with ease from how wet and ready she was for him as she grunted in instant pleasure. He breathed hard through his teeth, shuddering slightly at the fantastic sensation of her dripping pussy sliding down the length of his cock, all the way to the hilt in one smooth stroke. He was just a little over average length but quite thick, and his cock stretched Avril a little more than she expected, stimulating every nerve ending inside her, making her shake with pleasure as he bottomed out, more than long enough for her as well as she felt completely filled by him.

"Fuck that's good," he grunted as her vagina contracted on him at full depth, squeezing tightly on him in a strong, involuntary squeeze, Avril giving another little shudder as she pushed back against him hard, both of them just relishing the moments pause after he'd finally penetrated her. He grabbed hold of her waist firmly, pulling back from her pussy, easily gliding back full length with her wetness so just the ridge of his head slipped out, before burying it into her hard again, making them both grunt again as he bumped into her booty at full depth. As he held her firmly, Avril arched her back and spread her legs a bit more, jamming her knees into the arms of the chair to steady herself for the pounding he was about to give her, holding herself low and tight to the chair as he started to fuck her, wasting no more time as he began pumping on her pussy, pulling back against her hips as he worked his cock in and out of her in long, smooth strokes, his hips pushing powerfully against her toned bum. Avril murmured in the simple pleasure of him sliding briskly in and out of her, with it feeling particularly good today as she relaxed to the pleasure of being screwed, especially since it'd been a while and she'd been missing a nice hard cock inside her. She treated him to squeezes of her pussy as he thrust into her, making him groan as he squeezed into her tightened tunnel, already loving how she felt and knowing this wouldn't take too long.

They didn't speak, the only sounds their gasping breaths and his hips against her ass as he went balls deep with every thrust. He was fucking her harder now, pumping her shorter and faster, chasing the pleasure as his thick cock slid in and out of her, especially his sensitive head as it was caught by expertly timed squeezes of her muscles, Avril pushing back against him to enjoy the pleasure as he got full depth, teasing at her cervix as he filled her up. He squeezed her waist tighter and pulled her back a little harder as he started to fuck her hard, properly hard now, combining the motion of thrusting into her with yanking her back onto him, Avril rocking on her knees on the chair, her perky breasts bouncing in their sexy black bra as he slammed into her ass, making her grunt and groan as he picked up the pace, drilling hard into the slender musician's fantastic pussy. He gave a sudden burst of pace, really slamming into her, which made her tense up and bite the back of the chair as he did.

"Ohh god fuck me," she gasped as she relaxed again with him slowing down, loving how he was pounding on her. He gave her another burst of speed, again overwhelming her momentarily and making her push back hard against him to inspire him to continue. It was taking him close now, her enthusiasm and tight, juicy pussy more than enough to encourage him to climax, especially given how she'd teased. Squeezing her tightly, he jammed her back on his cock as he thrust as hard and fast as he could, jack hammering her pussy so hard the chair was shaking and creaking as if it might give way underneath them, Avril braced hard into it as she moaned deeply in pleasure, overtaken now and just letting him fuck her as hard as he could. He could feel his balls tightening a bit and knew the familiar sensations, intending to ride Avril hard to his imminent climax, gritting his teeth as he continued to plough, glad of his stamina and fitness.

"Fuck," Avril breathed, releasing her bite on the chair and giving ragged, heavy breaths, exerted by him screwing her so hard, feeling his urgency now and his cock that little bit stiffer.

"Don't come inside me baby," she said breathlessly, knowing he was soon to explode as she ground back in ecstasy. He didn't say anything and continued fucking her hard, harder even as he picked up his pace just a little bit more. Avril knew that behaviour, feeling how hard he was and what he was doing to her, and she knew he was about to empty his balls inside her.

"No don't, don't!" she gasped as he continued to slam into her, squeezing her thighs together and pulling forward from him to try and get him to slip out of her, even though it was feeling amazing as he fucked her harder than she'd been nailed in a very long time. He was set on finishing what he'd started though, and grabbed her long hair, twisting a handful of it up and pulling her back, his other hand at her waist yanking back against her pelvis as he followed her forward on the chair and buried himself back in her full depth. She gave a primal groan as he somehow found even more pace, fucking her very hard, fast and deep, her protests silenced by the wave of sensation as he smashed her, gasping for breaths through her involuntary moans as he held her hair tight. Within a few seconds she felt him go absolutely rock hard and swell bigger inside her, making her pussy squeeze in response as she heard his fast breaths as he held on, the tension rising as he screwed her in a blur, yanking her head right back. With a deep gasping groan of release he came hard inside her, pumping hard and deep through his orgasm, Avril grunting loudly, feeling his thick cock jumping and surging inside her as he ejaculated deep within her, holding her tightly to him as he ground into her. She was impressed by his climax, feeling him shoot several hot, thick bursts into her, making her react instinctively and start squeezing with her pussy, feeling him shudder and push against her hard as she milked all his huge load out of him as deep in her pussy as possible, figuring now that it didn't make much difference and they might as well enjoy it, her own body tingling with near-orgasmic pleasure following his climax, the surge of energy within her having pushed her buttons.

"Fuck...that was one hell of a tattoo," Avril breathed, both of them gasping as he let go of her hair and leaned off her, the Canadian cutie releasing the seat and pushing her hands through her long dirty-blonde hair, wiping the sweat at her forehead.

"Yeah, I definitely don't give that service to just anyone," he breathed, standing up and sliding back, giving a jolt as his sensitive head slipped out of her pussy and she squeezed it tightly on him. The full realisation that he'd just fucked Avril Lavigne hadn't really sunk in yet, and right now he was just enjoying the rush and euphoria of a really good fuck.

"Yeah I should think not. I hope you're not expecting me to pay for it now though," she said with a slightly smile as she looked back over her shoulder through her hair.

"No I think that more than makes up for it," he said, pulling his jeans up and realising that the shop was open, anyone could have walked in looking for ink and caught them fucking in the back room. Avril stiffly pushed back off the seat, standing down with shaky legs and giving a stretch, pulling her little tartan skirt down a bit shyly to cover her ass, though she didn't ask for her panties back. She rearranged her bra and then got her T-shirt, a snug black number with a skull on the front, turning to see him watching her with a smile as she pulled it on.

"Hey, why didn't you want me to come inside you?" he asked, wiping his face with his hand as he glanced down at Avril's sexy legs, unable to stop himself thinking about how she was commando under such a little, loose skirt.

"Well I don't really know you, and I'm not on the pill," she said, giving him a bit of a look before she turned to find her hoodie from his counter. His heart surged and pounded hard in his chest suddenly, realising he'd just come in an unprotected Avril, feeling an immediate rush of terror, which quickly turned to odd excitement at the thought that he could've got Avril Lavigne pregnant.

"Well fuck, sorry, I didn't realise," he said, knowing that excuse didn't really hold up given how she'd tried to push him off and told him no.

"Well you did, but don't worry about it, I'm sure you're fine and it's done now," she said dismissively. If she was worried about it, she sure wasn't showing it, probably figuring she'd just deal with it later as she pulled her hoodie on.

"Wait careful, let me get you a bandage for that," he said, referring for her new tattoo, not wanting her to damage it.

"It's a bit late for careful," Avril said with a smile, referencing the energetic fuck session and the fact he'd unloaded in her unprotected pussy. He just smiled and found her a bandage, kneeling down behind her as she lifted her tops up, carefully putting it over her stylish new ink. He was very pleased with it, and not just because it was on Avril Lavigne, who he'd just got to fuck. It really did look good, and definitely suited her as he now knew first hand.

"There, all good," he said, standing up. She pulled her tops down carefully over it, then turned to him, unable to stop herself smiling before leaning up to kiss him. It was a nice, gentle kiss, her tongue seeking his for a moment, before it became a little more passionate and broke, letting her back down from her tiptoes.

"Well, thanks for the tattoo, it's excellent," she said, making small talk, seeming a tad shy and not quite ready to leave.

"It's what I do, I'm glad you're pleased with it," he said, feeling slightly awkward now, wishing he could ask her to stay but knowing that he might come across as silly or pushing his luck. There was a pause as they looked at each other, him admiring her beauty, her his rugged good looks and pondering a moment just how fantastically he'd fucked her. Her pussy was still tingling.

"Come back to my hotel," she blurted out, immediately blushing slightly and looking away. She was confident and strong, but it just seemed like right now she was begging him to come back and fuck her more, that she needed it, and she was worried how it made her look to do it, but she couldn't resist. She wanted more of what she'd just had. He was a little taken aback, pleasantly shocked at the demand, knowing exactly what it was they'd be getting up to.

"Seriously?" he said, having to check her resolve to be sure.

"Yeah, spend the night with me," she said, overcoming her shyness and making it clear what she wanted with an authoritative tone now, far more the Avril people expected. He wasn't going to say no, but saying yes somehow wasn't the first thing that came to mind.

"You're not going to make me wear a condom are you?" he said, immediately wondering why the fuck he just said that, when all he had to do was tell her yes. There was no way he was turning down such an offer even if she asked him to wear five.

"No," Avril said with a giggle, "there's not much point now."

"Let me just lock up," he said, packing things away as she stepped out into the front of the shop, excited that he could give her more stiff fucking like she'd just received. He came out to the front, turning off the lights and grabbing his money from the till, not as much as he'd hoped for, as Avril glanced at his designs more. He pulled on his jacket, shoving the money in a pocket and checking he had his cigarettes, quickly feeling his phone and her still-warm panties in his jeans.

"Wait, was this unlocked the whole time?" Avril said, pointing to the front door of the shop as he grabbed his keys and ushered her towards it.

"Well, yeah," he said, given there was no way he'd been about to leave a horny Avril hanging on while he locked the door.

"Damn," she said with a smile, feeling naughty as she stepped outside, a few more people passing by now, inebriated and having fun, a couple glancing at her but not recognising her as he locked up the shop. Putting his keys away and checking the door, he turned to Avril, who'd pulled her hood up against the chilly breeze, reaching out to take his hand, starting to walk.

"We're not getting a cab?" he asked, surprised that Avril would walk.

"No, it's only a few minutes from here, and I've got you to look after me," she said, hearing her smile even though he couldn't see it. He gave her hand a slight squeeze as they started walking, enjoying the cool night air as she walked in close to him, feeling the fresh air on her bare legs and up under her short skirt, now exposed given her panties were balled up in his pocket. Nobody recognised her or even paid them much attention at all as they left the main street of nightlife behind, heading off on another main road towards a large hotel, its huge illuminated glass structure visible for miles.

It didn't feel like they needed to talk, a bond already having developed between them so they could comfortably enjoy silence without ruining it with mindless chatter. Avril was concerned her little skirt would blow up in the breeze, her hand continually finding it to pull it down. As she walked along, she felt his come start to leak from her pussy, his abundant load and her juices starting to cause problems, and without any knickers on to soak it up it started to run down the inside of her leg. Squeezing her pussy, she quickened their pace a little to get to the hotel, making him think she was eager to get him back for more sex, which she was, but it was making her walk funny.

"You OK?" he asked, noticing and wondering quite what was wrong.

"Yeah, just maybe we should've got a cab," she said, walking normally again.

"The hotel's right here, as you said, a few minutes," he offered, unsure what the problem was.

"Yeah but...that massive load you shot in me is leaking a bit now," she said with a giggle.

"Oh right," he said, a bit taken aback but seeing her humour in it, "sorry about that."




Black Star



"No you're not, be honest, else you would've pulled out. But don't worry, it felt great, and you're right, we're almost there," she said, looking to him with a smile as they walked. The hotel was only another couple of minutes down the road, which they reached and entered with no fanfare, evidently all her psycho, stalker fans taking the night off. Heading through the reception area, they were unnoticed and continued to the lifts, taking it up to her luxurious suite near the top of the building. Avril pressed the button for her floor, then immediately turned and drew him down into a deep kiss, her tongue sliding into his mouth to seek and caress his.

His arm slid round the middle of her back, pulling her up towards him onto her tiptoes, returning her kiss just right, taking in the softness of her lips and the way she expertly manoeuvred her tongue onto and around his. His other hand slid down her side and onto her bum, giving a squeeze through her little skirt before quickly slipping down and then back up underneath it onto her bare ass, making her murmur as he gave a good, firm grope of her tight body. Avril moved to kiss down his neck as she held him close to her, making him shiver as she lifted her leg to allow him better access to her booty, pulling her thigh up his hip and inviting him to explore. He took advantage, squeezing her firmly again and then sliding his fingers further, avoiding her slippery pussy and stroking teasingly over her asshole, making her moan throatily with a tremble and bite his neck. Their excitement was palpable, both of them extremely turned on, Avril grinding herself against him, feeling him already hard again through his trousers as his fingers just temptingly probed a little more firmly at her ass.

Their moment was rudely interrupted by the slowing of the lift, whereby they pulled apart, Avril smoothing her skirt down to hide herself as she dropped onto her feet, and then quickly turning and standing in front of him to hide his erection as she realised someone else was getting in and this wasn't their floor. They couldn't hide their flustered appearance though, Avril's flushed neck and cheeks, and his general intense, slightly perspired look telling tales to anyone who looked at them. It was a woman who got into the lift wearing a black business suit and glasses, probably in her late twenties; she completely noticed the rapid way in which Avril had scrambled in front of her man as the lift doors opened to expose them, clearly having been up to something naughty. She just gave them a knowing smile as she stepped in and turned away from them, silently saluting their public playfulness, and thinking there was something familiar about the girl.

Tucked back into the corner of the lift, they rode quietly up, both of them working to control their breathing. He slid his hands over her shoulders, where she leaned back into him and let his hands slide round in front of her, in an affectionate position over her upper body. Glancing at the woman with them, who hadn't looked round, Avril slowly slid her hand behind her back, spreading it and pressing it to the front of his jeans, finding his stiff manhood. He held back any sounds, brought on by surprise, his heart accelerating at her bold, exhibitionist move as her hand narrowed to focus on the length of his shaft, squeezing and then stroking along him with her fingers, making him push towards her a little at the ticklish pleasure. Avril held firm and just kept going, stimulating him just above her ass as she leaned back into him to hold him in place and not give the game away.

They hadn't realised, but inside the lift had long, thin mirrors, just for decorative and lighting purposes, and angles were at play. They couldn't see the other woman in them, and she wasn't looking at them over her shoulder using one. What they missed though was that she was able to look into a mirror out of the corner of her eyes which gave a perfect view past Avril. She knew they'd been up to something mischievious, and now she could see Avril's hand skilfully stroking and teasing at a significant bulge in the front of his jeans, just working slowly at him as she drove him wild. To catch them in the act was exciting, it turned her on as she watched the familiar brunette so blatantly teasing her man; she was sure he'd be ready to explode by now, and probably take her like an animal once they were in the privacy of their room. The lift slowed again, this time their floor, and Avril let her hand drop, leaning forward away from him as he let her go. She felt herself a little wet at the show she'd briefly seen, and couldn't help glancing back to them with a sly smile and a wink before she stepped out and walked down the corridor.

"I think she knew," Avril said, looking back up to him with a playful giggle as she took his hand, leading him out of the lift, casting a glance to see the woman walking away, not looking back.

"You're bad, Avril," he said with a smile, walking a little uncomfortably due to his hardon.

"I know, and you're loving it," she grinned, leading him faster than he really wanted to go down an adjacent corridor towards her large suite, retrieving her key card from a pocket with her other hand.

Easily opening the door, she pulled him into her huge hotel room, making him pause just to take it in. It had a long row of windows offering a good view of the city at night, an open-plan sort of layout and an opulent super king-size bed, a glass table and a few of her things lying around. Through a door he could see an adjoining bathroom, which looked equally impressive, and marvelled it was likely the best hotel room he'd ever stay in.

"Fuck," was all he said, looking around it, slipping his jacket off and turning back to her as she locked the door, looking deeply into his eyes.

"I intend to," she said, almost launching herself at him, very horny again now after their elevator tease, entwining in another passionate kiss, more hungry this time, gasping for breath as they pulled at one another's clothes as she pushed him back towards the bed. He was quickly stripped of his shirt by Avril, kicking off his boots as they stumbled backwards, his hands roughly pulling her hoodie and shirt off in one, and a skilful hand immediately making her bra follow, finally revealing her perky breasts properly. He didn't have much time to take them in, but they were a lovely size and very perky with nice stiff little nipples, which he'd get to later.

Avril reaching down to fumble her Doc Martins off, now wearing only her little tartan skirt, which he quickly yanked down off her hips, making it drop down her legs to leave her naked before him, right before she shoved him back down onto the bed, his phone falling out of his pocket. He looked up at the gorgeous star, her lovely lithe body completely naked, toned and tight, with a neat strip of dark hair above her pussy. She quickly grabbed at his jeans, undoing them and pulling them and everything off him to leave him lying naked on the expensive sheets, his hardon bouncing and sticking up from his body, ready and waiting in anticipation of her hot pussy.

"Mm that's nice, I didn't get to see it before," she said, chucking his clothes aside and swiftly joining him, crawling over him as he slid backwards onto the bed.

"Same, you're absolutely beautiful," he said, before they locked into another deep kiss, their tongues battling powerfully now as she slid into place on top of him, immediately pushing back and making him press against then slide up her pussy and over her ass, both of them shivering. Still kissing she tried again, still not using her hands, pulling forward and then pushing back precisely. With him so hard for her and sticking up, her pussy lined up perfectly with his swollen head, and she pushed back onto it, just carefully moving back so he took purchase in her tight entrance, easing her pussy open before she thrust back hard, his thick cock sliding perfectly inside her in one motion, once again Avril taking his whole length in one stroke despite how snug and tight she was, though not as much as she had been earlier on.

"Oh fuck," he groaned, curling his toes and leaning up from the bed towards her as she sat down on his cock, grinding her hips a little to settled right down and take him completely, joining him in another sensual kiss as his hands slid to her hips.

"Just let me do the work this time," Avril murmured, pushing his grasp back to her smooth thighs so she had freedom to ride, her slender hands sliding up his arms to gently push him back down onto the bed, wanting him to just relax and let her fuck his brains out. He let her take the lead, relaxing back onto the bed to have her ride him, something he hadn't had in a long time. He closed his eyes for a moment and just let himself relaxing, focussing on sensations, feeling Avril start to ride up and down, marvelling at how fantastic her tight, wet pussy felt as it slid along his length, taking her time to just slowly move right up to the tip of his cock before enveloping him to the hilt again, pushing down into him on the bed.

Avril smiled as she watched him enjoy it, the blissful smile of pleasure on his face and how at peace his body was as she rode him slowly at first, starting to get into a more steady but still controlled pace, wanting him to have plenty of time to take it in. He couldn't stop his body responding and pushing up to her, pleasing her at how it was making him feel and tempting her to grind down into him a little harder, getting into sync with each other now. She drew a deep grunt from him as she squeezed herself tight around him at the base, holding it to slide all the way back up him and make him shudder, pushing up to try and stay inside her as she withdrew, before she sank comfortably back onto him again, burying his thick manhood in her liquid heat.

He was watching her now as she rode, her gym-honed body and perky breasts bouncing softly up and down on him. He inhaled sharply and grabbed her legs as she suddenly squeezed her pussy tight again, this time for the down stroke, tensing up and pushing herself powerfully down his cock, overwhelming him with sensation and a sudden pre-orgasmic urge, which luckily faded away as quickly as it'd started, but his cock had instinctively hardened rock solid and swelled a little, not unnoticed by her.

"Don't come yet," she breathed with a smile, loving how much power she had over his body right now.

"Just caught me off guard a bit there, you're so tight," he said, breathing deeply and stroking her thighs as she continued to smoothly ride him.

"I know, just want you to really enjoy this," she purred, riding a little faster on him with slight squeezes of her vagina, which he was ready for and revelled in, feeling his cock jump and surge with each one. He didn't need to tell her that he was loving it, and simply continued working with her, lifting up to push into her downward thrusts, making her take every possible part of his throbbing length. Avril started riding him harder, more aggressively working his cock, no longer riding right to his head, going up and down about half his length in faster strokes and shoving her toned bum down into him firmly as she leaned on his chest. His hands slid up the curve of her hips, just reaching around to squeeze her bum, making her give a stretch and squeeze her pussy again as she fucked him, his hands continuing up to take in her slender waist and then onto her firm, ample breasts, feeling her hard pink nipples under his palms.

She mumbled with pleasure as the gentle caress, his talented hands taking in her perky rack, just lightly squeezing and stroking at them, letting his thumbs rub over her nipples, circling them with the tips to make her arch at the ticklish sensations. Avril continued to ride diligently as he took her in with his hands, massaging and exploring, letting his fingers drag over her soft skin to her nipples, tweaking and teasing them to harden them fully before he gave a light pinch, making her gasp and then jump, tensing up with a pleasing squeeze on his cock as he gave them a slight pull. Immediately soothing them with more squeezes, she started to fuck him a little bit harder, her lovely tight pussy stretched nicely round his deeply embedded penis as he slid an arm round her back and pulled himself up to sit underneath her, Avril rolling her hips and squeezing her thighs round his to accommodate him, sliding her arms round his back. With a final squeeze, he reached up to brush her long hair back from her shoulders and chest, leaning down to suck at her nipple as his other hand stroked down the sexy curve of her back above her new, bandaged tattoo.

Avril's skin goose pimpled as his tongue slipped over her nipple, shivering as his fingers pushed through her soft hair, arching her back into his hand. She'd switched from riding now to thrusting her hips back and forward onto his cock to work with their new position, which was making her pussy feel tighter for him and working him down into her at a different angle, feeling good for both of them. So good in fact that Avril let out a moan, her eyes closed as he sucked and licked at her nipple, pushing and flicking at it with the tip of his tongue, then swirling around and devouring it with his lips, giving a little nip with his teeth to make her breath catch in her throat. Pushing her hips against him firmly, she felt the thick shape of his cock, how good it felt to have inside her again, the tingle of her clit as she ground into him and the orgasm starting to awaken deep inside her as he moved to her other breast, assaulting the nipple in the most pleasurable way.

"Mom," Avril groaned, wanting to voice her pleasure and encourage him, but not thinking of anything better she could say, knowing he could feel her body responding and yielding to him, how her pussy was perfectly fit on his cock, her senses alive to his touches and ministrations. His fingers again slid through her long, dark hair, as his other hand moved down to her ass, taking a good grip of it and giving a firm squeeze as she rocked on him. She gasped as he suddenly jerked her head back by her hair, holding on and exposing her elegant neck, making her give a stuttering sigh as he immediately attacked it vigorously, kissing and sucking at it, not biting her but grazing her with his teeth, all round under her jaw and onto her shoulder. Having pulled her into a more upright position, she immediately thrust down harder, starting to ride him again, unable to go so deep and instead choosing to squeeze her pussy rhythmically and ride the first few inches of his cock.

He breathed heavily at the immense sensation of her tight pussy stimulating his sensitive head, just slipping in and out of the tightest part of her tunnel as she bounced on him briskly, making him pull her hair a bit harder and slide his hand over her ass, groping her firmly and then sliding his fingers between, teasing the tips over her asshole just as he bit into her neck firmly. She gave a shudder and ground down hard, loving having her neck sucked and bitten, rolling her hips as he stroked her backdoor and bit just a little painfully at her neck, combined with his hard cock buried inside her it was an interesting, enthralling blend of sensations that only served to turn her on, her body feeling alight and alive at their union. It'd been months since she'd been laid, and far longer than that since she'd had such a good fuck.

Starting to ride again, she murmured in pleasure as he continued to assault, her neck, feeling him stroking and probing at her ass a little harder, just firmly circling her tight ring, sending tempting sensations into her. Slowing her thrusts, she suddenly pushed back onto his finger, feeling him immediately respond to push into her, her tight asshole stretching as she chased penetration, time seeming to slow for a moment as his finger eased into her dry ass, just getting his fingertip into her with a deep groan, making him shiver in pleasure at the clench her pussy gave on him, releasing her hair. Just shaking her booty a little for a moment, Avril started thrusting again, pulling off his finger and then leaning down to kiss him hard, passionately thrusting her tongue into his mouth, twisting around and dominating his own as she fucked him harder, his hand just returning to a firm grip on her ass as his other slid down her back.

Digging her nails into his back made him groan into their kiss, Avril offsetting the sensation with another very tight squeeze of her pussy as she started riding harder, making him thrust up to meet her in response. Sliding her hands over onto his shoulders, she broke away from him and shoved him back down onto the bed hard, sitting up fully on him and smacking his hand away from her ass, wanting to dominate again. He could tell what she wanted and lay back on the bed, just letting his hands sliding to her toned calves, feeling her soft skin as she started riding hard, using her legs perfectly as she bounced up and down, her perky breasts looking fantastic as he watched her, hair cascading down her shoulders. She leaned forward to put her hands into his, lifting them and pinning his to the bed by his head as she let her soft locks drop down over him, just swaying a little to let it tickle and brush his face as she rode, able to go even harder on him now with her new position, slamming down to bury his hard cock deeply into her juicy pussy with a grunt.

In the midst of Avril fucking his brains out, his phone started ringing, bouncing about on the bed nearby with the Canadian cutie's energetic humping. The ascending ring tone meant it couldn't go unnoticed, and after a few seconds Avril reached out to snatch it up, not slowing on him, groaning and gasping throatily on top of him.

"Who the fuck is calling?" she snapped, pissed off to be interrupted in the middle of their enjoyable and energetic session, chasing her orgasm now, wanting to come hard on his cock. Picking up the phone, she flicked her hair to the side so she could see it, reading the name on the screen.

"That bitch of yours?" she almost growled, turning the phone towards him. He was barely able to read it as she bounced on his cock, loving how she was riding and knowing it wouldn't be long before another of her perfectly timed squeezes made him climax, holding her hand tightly and pushing up into her as they fucked. He managed a nod before leaning up to kiss her again, a noisy, gasping kiss, thinking she'd just ignore the call or cancel it. She surprised him however by shoving him back down with the outside of her hand, giving a sly smile before flicking her hair aside again and answering the phone, sending a cold rush of excitement through him that made his cock jump within her as she put the phone to her ear. The effect it had on him wasn't lost on Avril, feeling him surge and wanting to have some fun, as well as tell this bitch to stop interrupting.

"Yeah?" she said through her heavy breaths, leaning hard on her other hand and continuing to ride energetically, not letting the phone call interfere with how well she was building to an orgasm. There was evidently a pause at the other end of the phone before his ex-girlfriend spoke to Avril, and he could only imagine how she must feel having rung him to have it answered by another girl when they were clearly in the middle of things. He had no idea what she said, but it certainly seemed to rile Avril up.

"Well he's not your boyfriend now, and we're busy!" she snapped, slowing on top of him as she sat up on him, pushing her hair back and pausing to rest on him, needing a slight rest from her ride as she took deep breaths, hamming them up a little for the phone. He took the lead again, pushing her up with his hips, which made her settle onto her knees as he grabbed hold of her hips again, thrusting up into her welcoming body, getting deep inside her as he immediately got going fast, pumping her hard. Avril bit her lip and groaned loudly with pleasure, and then grunted hard as he started to really fuck her, hitting her just right with his cock and pushing her towards climax, holding her hips hard now as he smashed into her, slapping against her lovely arse.




Black State Troopers



Massachusetts State Trooper Pierre Guillot walked through the halls of the Massachusetts State Police Academy. The New Braintree facility was teeming with students. Young men and women who wanted to become police officers. He smiled, remembering his days at the Academy. He lived in the school dorms for five days a week and only went home on the weekends. He paused as he remembered a particularly compelling memory. The memory of something he'd rather forget but which haunted him.

Pierre remembered an instructor named Anderson Coleman. Anderson Coleman was a tall, good-looking black man in his early forties when Pierre met him. He was a fine, masculine-looking specimen. A Sergeant with the State Police and also an honored instructor at the Academy. He was a stud whom many ladies on campus, both students and officers, took notice of. Coleman was single, and very attractive. He was also a very tough bastard who put most of the recruits through hell. The only recruit he treated decently was Pierre Guillot, the wide-eyed young Haitian he met on his first day.

"Hey, there, young man. You look lost, where are you headed?" asked sergeant Coleman. Pierre had simply stared blankly at the towering, tough-looking police officer. He had been blown away by the sight of this tall, large black policeman in his uniform. Indeed, special instructor and sergeant Anderson Coleman looked magnificent back then.

"Uh, sorry, sir. I was just looking for the dorms," Pierre scratched his head. " I'm kind of new here, and the campus is so big. I just want to find the dorms and get settled in, you know? Everybody's been giving me a hard time."

Sergeant Anderson Coleman had stroked his goatee and smiled at the young man. "Don't sweat it, son. I remember what it was like on my first day at the Academy, the dorms are down this way, past the field."

Pierre nodded, smiling. " Thank you, sir." 

Sergeant Coleman looked him up and down. " I work for a living, young man. Around here, folks call me sergeant Coleman, and since I'm going to be your instructor, you'll have plenty of reasons to remember the name." He extended his thick hand, waiting for him to shake it. After a moment, Pierre shook the sergeant's massive hand.

"Relax, son. I don't bite," sergeant Coleman laughed. " Lucky for you and all of them sissies among the recruits." Pierre shook his hand and looked at the man. Straight in the eye. For reasons he couldn't fathom, Pierre smirked. It was as if something compelled him to. " Well, sir. Some of us recruits come from places a lot tougher than this Academy could ever be and don't scare easily."

Sergeant Anderson Coleman looked at Pierre Guillot. " Were you in the army, son? I've been through the army boot camp experience and this place is a lot tougher than any of Uncle Sam's training grounds."

Pierre looked him in the eye. " Might not be enough to scare someone like me, sir. I'm a farm boy from Haiti and where I'm from is just about the toughest place on earth. A man has to be strong to survive down there. No cops to call for help, no reliable hospitals, just your own strength and determination as a man. That's the only thing keeping you alive, that and the grace of God."

Sergeant Anderson Coleman looked at the recruit Pierre Guillot up and down. Seizing him up. Pierre stood his ground. He was six feet tall but the sergeant was a few inches taller and a lot larger than he was. The man was massively muscular and looked like he could play linebacker for the National Football League, either that or he could join the World Wrestling Federation. The dude was huge! still, Pierre's father had taught him to never back before anyone, man or woman, regardless of size. He stood his ground. Stared hard at the sergeant. Finally, sergeant Coleman relaxed. He smiled.

" You're alright, man," Coleman said, shaking his head. "What's your name, son?"

Pierre Guillot smiled and said proudly. " I am Pierre Guillot, son of Maurice and Michelle Guillot of Limbe, Haiti. I've come to the academy to join the state troopers. I intend to make it and become a damn good officer, sir!" 

Sergeant Coleman smiled. " At ease, boy. We don't need all that first thing in the morning. The dorms are that way." He pointed in the direction of a building in the distance. Pierre nodded and walked away. The instructor watched him go, and shook his head.

As unlikely as it seemed, Pierre became friends with Sergeant Coleman. He was the only person on campus who was on a first name basis with the macho instructing officer. Anderson Coleman had a nice car, a silver Porsche which he actually let Pierre drive one evening. That evening, the officer invited Pierre back to his house. That's when everything started to happen. Ever since he was young, Pierre had known that he was different. Oh, he was a regular Joe, of course. A young man who liked women. He also had an unwanted, unsettling attraction to men. Pierre did like most young men did. He dated women and kept his same-sex desires to himself. Haitian culture was not very tolerant of those who were different, particularly homosexuals and bisexuals.

Pierre had noticed the big and sexy instructing officer and felt attracted to him but basically thought he could ignore his desires for that man just like he ignored what he felt for any men he encountered. But the sergeant had another idea in mind. Here they were, just sitting on the couch. Watching a black comedy on television. That's when it happened. The sergeant touched Pierre's knee. Pierre trembled and stared at the man. Anderson Coleman smiled at him and continued touching him. His hands roamed over Pierre's pants and he fondled his groin.

Pierre gasped. The sergeant's mere touch had been enough to arouse him. He stared at the man, unsure what to do. Part of him felt like screaming and running like hell. This wasn't right. He had to get away from this guy. This stuff was too weird. Yet another part of actually liked what was happening and wanted more. When sergeant Anderson Coleman leaned over and kissed him, Pierre did not resist. He did not hesitate. He kissed him right back. He had never kissed a man before, had never done anything more than shake hands with another man or hug one as a friend. Yet here he was, embracing another man. And not just any man. The sergeant, his teacher, the man he sometimes fantasized about.

Pierre kissed Anderson, and next thing he knew, they were rolling around on the carpeted floor of the sergeant's house. Hastily, they undressed, practically ripping each other's clothes off. Pierre found himself naked and quite close to Anderson. He looked at the sergeant's hot naked body. Anderson's fantastic-looking black man's body was a sculptor's dream. Tall and broad-shouldered, muscular and strong. He looked at the sergeant's dick. Sergeant Anderson Coleman smiled and asked to touch it. Hesitantly, Pierre touched the other man's cock. Sergeant Anderson Coleman was well-endowed. Pierre ran his hands over the other man's long and thick cock. A big cock with nuts the size of tennis balls. Damn! Anderson kissed him, and gently stroked his cock. Pierre almost whimpered in pleasure when Anderson ran his hands up and down his cock. The guy knew what he was doing! Smiling, he took Pierre's cock in his mouth. Pierre sat back and relaxed, watching as Anderson sucked him off. After a moment, he closed his eyes to better enjoy what the other man was doing to him. Pierre had gotten blowjobs before, from girls he knew but this was different. Anderson put the best of them to shame. 

The brother simply knew how to suck another brother's dick in ways no female could. Anderson sucked his cock, ran his tongue up and down the length of him and also sucked on his balls. It wasn't long before Pierre came, shouting loud enough to wake the dead. When he finally calmed down, he looked at sergeant Anderson. Anderson smiled at him and kissed him. And this is how it all began. Anderson Coleman, the most highly respected and decorated instructor at the Massachusetts State Police Academy was the man who introduced the young recruit Pierre to man-to-man sex. Anderson taught the young man everything he needed to know about this new world. The world of men of all races who loved other men.

Pierre Guillot was introduced to a world like no other. Sergeant Anderson Coleman was a single, attractive brother with a well-paying job and a comfortable roof over his head. Women flocked to him, yet he was never seen with one. Anderson told Pierre about how he dated women in his youth while having secret relationships with men on the side. These days, the sergeant was mostly work-oriented. He no longer dated women. He still had discrete relations with men. He didn't advertise his sexuality to people because the world simply wasn't ready for an openly bisexual Black male police officer. 

Coleman told Pierre about the rampant homophobia both inside police stations and in the black community. Pierre understood all too well. To his knowledge, there were no openly gay or lesbian people in the entire island of Haiti. Haitian queers were the most closeted of all people. Anderson and Pierre had a discrete but passionate relationship during the few months which he spent at the Academy. They didn't stay in touch after graduation. The two men went their separate ways.

This happened three years before Pierre went back to Haiti and got engaged to the lovely Nadege. Pierre hadn't been with another man since he split with Anderson. Few women ever roused his interest. When he went to the islands and saw his wonderful Nadege for the first time in years, he swept her in his arms and kissed her. That day, he left behind all of his adventures in America. He got engaged to his lifelong friend and love and they moved into an apartment together in Brighton. Both of them were hard-working black professionals. Both of them were deeply in love. Pierre wished they could live happily ever. But they couldn't. His desires for men simply would not go away. And he wasn't sure that he wanted them to go away either.

Pierre sat on a bench, looking at the academy recruits as they moved about campus. How he envied them. When he first walked through the halls of the facility, he was a wide-eyed young Haitian man determined to become a police officer at any cost. He didn't know anything about the system and the hard truths about police work and how it was often affected by racial politics, gender issues and economics. He was just a young man with a dream. That was years ago, before he became semi-disillusioned by the harsh realities of the job. Since joining the police force, he'd seen so many horrors. A violent woman stabbed her siblings to death in their sleep before saying the devil made her do it. Thanks to gender bias in the laws, she actually got away with it. Female criminals, even those who committed murder, often got better treatment than their male counterparts. Thanks to an insanity plea, the psycho gal was on her way to being free. It's events like these which made him hate his job sometimes.

The past few years had been confusing, to say the least. Pierre had seen two people receive different sentences for the same crimes. A nineteen-year-old black guy from Dorchester was caught smoking dope with a twenty-year-old white girl from Plymouth in their campus dorm at Amherst. The black kid got locked up while the girl ended up getting probation. Probation, for smoking dope and probably distributing. Isn't life great? This was the ugly face of bias in the justice system. The color and gender of a person determined what treatment they got from the authorities. Sometimes, Pierre felt like quitting but he couldn't do that. Even though the job sucked, he liked it. Also, he was a man with a fiancée to support and maybe someday, a family.

Pierre remembered Maurice Guillot, his hard-working father back in Limbe, the mountainside where he grew up. His father was a great man who put the needs of his wife and children first and made enormous sacrifices for them. He was a strong, hard-working Haitian man. Pierre held deep respect for him. From time to time, Pierre sent some money to his folks in Haiti. These days, his mother, Michelle Lebrun Guillot suffered from high blood pressure. His father had to work hard and take care of her at the same time. Pierre sent them whatever support he could. He loved them both. Although Pierre loved America, in many ways he thought the American system was worse than the one in place in the islands. Back in the islands, the divorce rate was much lower and families were more traditional and more loving. People reared in Haiti respected their fathers and mothers. Loyalty to one's family was valued. Discipline was a must in just about every traditional Haitian household. 

In America, the state threatened to arrest any parent who punished their offspring too harshly. Is it any wonder they grew up to be delinquents since they had no discipline and no respect for others or for themselves? Men basically had no control over their family life. At any moment, the woman could take the children away from him, accuse him of abuse and naturally, the state would side with her. All men, especially fathers, were automatically presumed to be abusers and batterers by the court system. For some time, Pierre worked with the domestic violence unit with the Boston police department. During that time, he saw a lot more women being violent toward their husbands and boyfriends than the other way around. 

Why was that? This epidemic of violent women? Girls were forming all-female gangs these days. More women were committing violent crimes and winding up in jail than ever before. Also female-on-male violence was on the rise. Why? Simply because, regardless of laws, men were taught not to hurt women physically. Violent females had never been told to keep their hands to themselves. So, whenever a chick got pissed, she could attack her man and later accuse him of being a batterer, even though he was only defending himself from abusive rage. There were many violent women out there and quite a few male victims of domestic violence. Naturally, judges, prosecutors and lawmakers as well as social workers continued to ignore men's needs. What a world! Gender bias was wrong...unless it was directed against men, in which case society considered it to be alright. For this reason, and many others, Pierre was just about fed up with the system.

Pierre was snapped out of his reverie by a rather unforgettable sight. Sergeant Anderson Coleman walked through the hallway, wearing his uniform. He looked fantastic. Pierre gasped. Yes, it was the same man he had met all those years ago. Pierre stood, and after a brief hesitation, walked toward him. There was another man with Anderson, a tall, good-looking black man in his forties. The two of them were laughing as they walked together. When Coleman's eyes met with Pierre's, the older man almost did a double take. 

"Well, hello there, officer Guillot!" Coleman held out his hand. "How are you doing? Then, he smiled. He smiled that same smile that Pierre remembered so damn well. The two men shook hands. Coleman introduced Pierre to his partner, James. "This man is the love of my life," Coleman said proudly.

Pierre stared hard at Coleman. Had he heard correctly? Pierre had a partner, as in a gay lover? And he was open about it? Coleman smiled and nodded, then linked his arm with James. James looked at Pierre and shook his hand. Pierre smiled nervously. He suddenly felt uncomfortable. So, Coleman was out of the closet. As if reading his mind, Coleman grinned and filled him in. He gave Pierre the rundown. Basically, Coleman had met James, a small-business owner, about three years ago and they fell in love. 

James looked at Pierre and grinned. " I finally got this stud to settle down," he said. " He was so rampant when I met him, chasing down any booty he could find. Didn't matter if it belonged to a male or a female, he was a butt man." 

Sergeant Coleman rolled his eyes and grinned. James went on. " Of course, the day he met me, he said bye to all of them young men and pretty ladies he was always chasing. I think every man, even a bisexual, will eventually settle down with the right person." He kissed Coleman on the cheek then looked at Pierre. " Know what I'm saying?"

Coleman came out of the closet and moved in with him. They'd been together ever since. And Coleman was still an instructor down at the state police academy. Pierre stared at them and smiled nervously. He couldn't believe what he was seeing with his own eyes. The macho sergeant was out and proud, walking around campus with his gay lover. Coleman smiled, wished him good luck and went on his way.

Pierre stood in the middle of the hall, watching as the two men made their way down the corridor. They disappeared around the corner. He shook his head. What a world! Although Pierre had eventually learned to live with the fact that he was bisexual, he was pretty sure that he would never end up with a man. Was the world ready for two black men living together in a non-platonic relationship? Gay Marriage had been legalized in Massachusetts a few years ago but there was still a lot of anti-gay sentiment in America and the rest of the world. The black community was the most homophobic community on the planet.

How could James and Coleman stand being out in the open? Weren't they worried about bashers and haters messing with them at every turn? Gays, lesbians and bisexuals as well as transsexual people who lived in the open faced a lot of discrimination. Pierre had resolved to keep his sexual orientation a secret for as long as he lived. He was pretty sure that his colleagues on the force wouldn't like him anymore if they found out he once had a relationship with another man. His traditional-minded Haitian family as well as his peers in the community would reject him as well. He was in his twenties and he could still count his sexual partners on one hand. A couple of chicks and one dude. It seemed so simple. Yet the world would not tolerate his existence. 

Not for the first time, Pierre wondered how Nadege would react if she ever found out. He didn't even want to think about it. He had been faithful to her throughout their relationship and his relationship with Coleman had taken place before he got with her but he doubted that she could ever understand. The life of the closeted bisexual man was a lonely one. But maybe someday things would change. Yes, someday. 



Black Step-Mom



I was Six when my mom was killed in a car accident back in 1962, My dad and I were left alone to take care of each other. Dad was a meek man and worked hard in a factory that made boxes, cardboard ones. He was the foreman in the assembly line there were about 18 people working it. Dad's name is John, and I'm John Jr. Most the people on the line are women, mainly minorities. Dad started eating lunch with a black woman named Janice, she was nice enough and came over to have supper with us occasionally.

A strange thing back then for a white man and black woman, but they started dating and fell in love. In 1965 they got married, I can't count the times I got my ass whipped in school. Interracial marriages were uncommon back then, and me taking after my dad being small, I got in a lot a fights.

Janice wanted me to call her mom, which I did after awhile, she wasn't really pretty and kind of on the fat side. After a couple of years she started taking over, her whole attitude changed, it seemed like the more weight she gained the meaner she got. My dad let her have her way trying to keep the peace, and I did my best to please her.

I was in the shower one day when I was 16, and was jacking off when she walked in on me.

"Who do you think you'll please with that little thing Johnny?"

I knew I had a small dick, it was only about 4 1/2"s long and real thin, all I could think of when she asked me that was, Me! I had never had sex yet so I didn't worry about her comment. 

She teased me for a couple of years about that day. On my 18th Birthday dad had to work and mom told me she had a surprise for me after dad went to work. I was excited, hoping they had bought the used car I wanted for me, I needed my own ride, I got one but not the ride I wanted.

I had learned early on not to give mom a hard time about things, she had a mean backhand, and I had tasted blood in my mouth many times from her hitting me upside the head. So when she called me to her bedroom, I didn't hesitate I moved my ass.

"So, you think you're a man now that your 18? You think you deserve a car?"

I shook my head yes, still hoping.

"Well where I come from Johnny, you aren't a man until you got some pussy. You ever had any pussy Johnny?"

I looked at the floor, "No Ma'am."

"I didn't think so, not with that little thing you call a dick. What girl would want that tiny thing when she could get a real one?"

"I don't know mom. I never tried to get a girl in bed."

Mom got a strange look in her eyes, "I tell you what boy, take your clothes off. I want to see what you got now, have you grown any since last time I saw it?"

I shook my head, "Maybe a little mom, not much I guess."

"Go on Johnny, take your clothes off."

"Oh mom, please don't make me do that, what would dad say?"

"Fuck that runt, I run this house, He does what I tell him too. Now do what I told you, Right Now!"

Well so much for the car, I had tears in my eyes as I took my shirt off.

"Stop crying you little baby."

I tried too as my pants hit the floor, I didn't want to take my underwear off and she slapped me on my face.

"You do as I tell you too!" She screamed at me.

I knew I couldn't hope for dad to come home, he had just left for a 8 hour shift. I pulled my underwear off and stood there naked in front of her staring eyes. My dick was shriveled up so much it was almost hidden in my pubic hair, just the head of it was showing.

"Is that all you got boy? What is it with you two? Your dads is not much larger than that."

I didn't have an answer, hell I didn't know. If I could have changed it, I can assure you it would've been bigger.

"Well go on boy, make it hard, last time I saw it I thought you were jacking off your finger!"

I pulled on it trying as hard as I could to make it hard for her, perhaps if I did she would let me leave once she saw its size. But no matter how I tried it just wouldn't get hard, I was too embarrassed or scared.

What's the matter Johnny? Is it to little to get hard for me?"

I stood there jacking it off with no luck as the tears ran down my face.

Well Shit, maybe this will help you."

And mom stood up and took her blouse off, then her huge bra. Janice must weigh about 250 pounds and her tits are fucking huge. When they fell out my eyes almost did too. I never saw anything like them, even in magazines. Each one of them was the size of a large watermelon cut in half, her areolas had to be at least 5 inches circles, and the nipples an inch long and as big around as a cigar. 

My dick got hard just from staring at them, I had stopped trying by jacking off when she started taking her top off. She saw that and laughed at me, a mean wicked laugh.

"So you like them do you? Just like your dad, he likes them too. So how big is it Johnny?"

"I think 5 and a half inches mom, maybe 6"s, I don't know, I don't measure it."

She teased me by putting her hands under her tits and picked them up one at a time, they looked like big black water balloons when she did that. My dick pulsed with my racing heartbeat watching her. My hand instinctively wrapped around my dick and I started jacking off, my eyes glued to those large black globes.

"That's a good boy Johnny, jack it off for me. I want to see you jack off!"

I jacked off looking at her tits, my hand a blur as I pounded it.

"Slow down, I don't want you to hurry, go slow for momma!"

I slowed down, not that I wanted to, but I knew she would slap me again if I didn't obey her. Mom played with her thick nipples, she pinched them hard. I watched as her face changed in her pain. Then she put her hand under her skirt, moved it around some then it looked like she was jacking off, her hand was going in and out under her skirt, her eyes watching my every move on my hard dick.

"That's a good boy, jack it for momma, make momma cum watching you."

Me knowing that she had her hand in her pussy made me cum without knowing it was fixing to happen. She got pissed, fast!

"You sorry little fuck, did I tell you that you could cum? Who in the hell do you think you are? Get your sorry ass over here!"

I walked over to her and she grabbed me by my wrist and threw me over her lap, my dick smearing my fresh cum on her skirt. She started spanking my ass, hard, cursing me and calling me a worthless shit, every name she could come up with I was called. I fought her trying to get away, but Janice is a strong woman, try as I did I couldn't get free of the stinging blows.

My tears wet the bedspread as she spanked me, and she noticed that my dick had gotten hard again. I was in too much pain to notice.

"Just what I thought, you and your dad are just alike. He likes his ass spanked too. Well you are going to earn this one you worthless shit!"

And she shoved me to the floor, stood up and pulled her big panties off. She sat back on the edge of the bed and pulled me to her, Opening her fat legs I saw the hairiest dark jungle of thick black curly hair between her thighs I could ever hope to see. I couldn't even see her pussy lips and the lights were on.

"Since your dick is so tiny, I'm going to teach you how to please a woman!'

She grabbed my head and shoved it between her thick thighs, I smelled her pussy for the first time. It smelled of urine and wasn't pleasant. I tried to pull my face back and she slapped me again, twice. I stuck my face back in and did as she told me.

"Lick it, open my pussy lips and lick it, use your tongue to wipe it off."

I began to lick her, all over, her thick wiry hairs were matted together and hard to get through just using my tongue, but I wasn't wanting to get slapped again or ask to use my hands. So I licked it until her pussy opened up. The pink insides contrasted greatly against the black skin of her legs.

"Now lick my clit, yo DO know what a clit is don't you John?"

I wasn't sure, I had heard of them, but being a virgin had never seen one. So I just licked everywhere. She took my head and aimed it on her clit.

"There you dumb shit, it's poking you in your face now. Lick it!"

I did and mom started to moan and her fat legs clamped on my head, shoving my face deeper in the fat jungle of hair. She got wet, real wet, it and my drool was soon running down my chin down the crack of her fat ass. I would never have thought her ass could bounce off the bed but it felt like it was when she screamed out,

"Yes Johnny, I'm fucking cumming. Eat my cunt, suck my black pussy. Oh Fuck Yeah, Suck it good for momma. Drink my pussy juice, swallow it all."

I could barely hear her because her legs were wrapped around my head. I just kept licking her out. She fell back on the bed, he legs opened releasing the death grip she had on it. I leaned back and started to jack off staring at her wet pussy in my face. So hairy, her outer pussy lips black as coal spread open and the inner lips showing the wet pink of them. She must have known what I was doing because she told me to stop. I did so with great reluctance. 

"Come up here to momma."

I crawled up beside her on the bed.

"No, sit on my chest!"

I got on her chest and she wrapped her huge tits around my cock holding them tightly on it, she started jacking me off with them. Her black tits making my white cock show up even more. Her nipples had bumps on them in her excitement. I knew I would cum soon and told her so.

"Yes baby, I want you to cum for me, cum in my tits, on my chest, in my mouth I don't care. Just fucking cum!"

I was fucking her big tits as she held them tight on me, and I felt my cum starting to shoot out. When she knew what was happening she pulled me by my ass to her face until my dick was at her thick red lips. The second spurt hitting them as her mouth opened and she swallowed my dick whole as I finished shooting my load in her. She sucked it all down, moaning as she swallowed. Like it was a thick milkshake instead of hot thick cum.

After I had stopped spurting and she had sucked it dry she shoved me off her chest. I landed beside her on the bed laying there, amazed that I had eaten my first pussy and got a blow job too. I had forgotten all about getting a spanking too. She was not finished with me though. She pushed me on my back and sat on my face, making me eat her sloppy wet pussy again.

I could barely breath since her fat legs covered most of my face, and all I could see was her stomach around her hairy pussy. I stuck my tongue deep inside her musky smelling pussy, licking all inside her. Her pussy was dripping as she smothered me, shoving her whole body down on my face. I felt her hand reach around and grab my cock, I don't think it had ever gotten soft from cumming just a couple of minutes ago.

She was not gentle with it as she pulled and jacked it off. I didn't care, I just wanted to breath and not drown trying to. Janice flooded my face with her thick creamy woman cum, she let go of my dick and grabbed my head with both hands pulling me into her sloppy pussy as hard as she could. She was cumming agaiin, filling my mouth with a salty thick liquid.

"Yes Johnny, eat me out. Make momma cum again, make me cum and I'll make you happy!" 

I would be happy just to get out from under the weight of her. I felt her body quiver as she came and it must have made her weak because she sat on me with all her weight until I tried pulling my face out from under her. She came to her senses and moved off me. I lay there catching my breath as she rolled over on her back. She opened her legs and told me to get on her.

Her hand was warm when she grabbed my dick and aimed it, pulling me forward to her slick slit. I felt her heat as she got the head of it in.

"Fuck me Johnny, fuck mommas pussy. Use your little white cock in my hot black pussy Johnny!"

It shocked me how tight she was, I thought as small as she said I was that I wouldn't feel anything. But she was hot and wet and ready to fuck me. I shoved it all the way in and her hips started moving, she opened her legs as wide as she could and grabbed my ass pulling me as deep as it would go.

Since I had cum two times in the last hour I lasted about 15 minutes fucking her. She talked dirty when I was I fucking her.

"Fuck me, Fuck my hot cunt. That's right Johnny fuck momma hard and fast. Yes baby, make momma's black cunt cum, use that cock in me!"

I really wish she hadn't said those things because I think I would have lasted longer, But between her saying that and sucking my ear in her hot mouth I started cumming in her. When she felt me cumming she started cumming also. Her big hips slamming on me and her cussing me, and my whole lower body covered with her creamy pussy juice.

"Now momma, fuck me now, I'm cummig so hard momma!"

Mom's hot pussy was sucking the cum out of it felt like as she came. Her dark brown eyes rolled up in her head and her mouth was open, gasping for breath. Even though I was done coming I didn't slow up until she told me too. 

"There son, Happy Birthday. Now you know that you can please a woman, little cock or not!"

"Yes Ma'am, thank you mom! I never knew that sex was so great, thank you so much momma!"

She knew that both my dad and I were submissive men and took full advantage of us fo her perverse sexual pleasures for years to come. Dad knew that she had seduced me and talked to me about it. He told me that was fine with him, whatever made mom happy was OK with him. I didn't look for a girl friend to have sex with for a couple of years and when I found one, she was a fat black woman. 

Perhaps it is true what they say. Once you go black, you never go back!

Author's Note: 

This story is Pure Fantasy, it never happened. It was only written for, You the Reader and my own enjoyment only! 

I do NOT believe in, or participate in Incest, Violence towards Women OR the Sexual Abuse of a Child of any age, consenting or not! 

If you enjoyed this story, please drop me an email with any suggestions or fantasies you would like to read about. 

Yes, I am a warped individual, but at least I still have my sense of humor! ;-) 



Black Strap-on Sex Party



Howdy, folks. How are you doing? Welcome to the Ultimate Black House Party. It's a party where Black folks get it on in every way possible. Anything goes around here. Don't say you weren't warned. The only rule is that nobody gets hurt, permanently. Otherwise, anything goes. The men and women of this House are the Black Elite. They were brought to this secluded, privately owned desert island by plane. Upon their arrival they were greeted by Master Blalock, the Agency's renowned Master of Ceremonies. This tall, good-looking, bald-headed Black gentleman in his late forties is a high-ranking employee of the Agency and was accompanied by his minion, a shifty-eyed, beautiful young woman of Hispanic origin. 

Master Blalock was a longtime employee of the Agency, which was supposedly white-owned but exclusively minority-operated. To say these people were high-profile would have been a somewhat of an understatement. Black male and female college presidents, business leaders, world-famous best-selling authors, Supreme Court judges, high-profile professional athletes and so on. They come here to do their thing. It's the one place where they can do whatever they want without fear of their business being revealed to the wrong people. If you're in the public eye, you definitely don't want to be found in a compromising position. For reasons of safety, the names of some of the people have been changed. Let's watch. For our purposes, although there are a dozen Black men and women here, we shall focus on an especially kinky quartet whose activities proved more creative and entertaining than all of the others combined. 

First, we have Janet. She's a tall, large Black woman with large breasts, a thick body, wide hips and a huge butt. She's here with her man Leonard. He's a tall, large Black man who looks like a professional athlete. They're both really freaky. First, they both got naked, then they got their freak on. First, Leonard got on all fours and spread his ass cheeks wide open. You might be thinking, what the fuck? But apparently that's how the brother likes to get down. Oh, well. To each his own. Janet came up behind him and began greasing up his ass. Then she put on a large strap-on dildo and began poking his ass with it. She held him by the hips and thrust into him, shoving the dildo deep into his ass. Hard and deep, just like he loved putting it to her. She took a perverse pleasure in fucking him, wielding her plastic cock with absolute authority. Leonard screamed as his girl began pounding his ass with the massive dildo. While Janet fucked Leonard with the dildo, another couple decided to join in on the fray. The couple in question was Luke, a tall, large Black man in his early forties with short hair and a goatee. His girlfriend was Monica, a tall, plump, pretty-faced, big-bottomed Black woman with jet-black skin and a shaved head. Monica got on all fours and began sucking her man's long and thick black cock. 

Luke thrust his cock into Monica's mouth, loving the feel of the Black woman's mouth as she sucked on him. She was a great cock sucker. Hell, that's one of the reasons why he was with her. Monica sucked on Luke's cock for a while, then he came and she drank his seed. He pulled her on all fours, and smacked her plump ass. He grabbed a bottle of lube tossed to him by Janet, who was still fucking her husband in the ass with the dildo. Luke greased up his plump girlfriend's asshole, then spread her butt cheeks before shoving his massive cock up her asshole. Monica screamed when she felt her man's big cock invade her back door. Luke laughed and continued to slam his cock deep down where the sun didn't shine. He winked at Janet, who was still slamming her dildo in and out of Leonard's ass. Leonard for the most part took it like a champ. Janet smiled as she fucked him, and stroked his cock. He was so damn hard. It didn't take him long to cum. When Leonard came, Janet pulled the dildo out of his ass and drank his seed. Then, they switched positions. Janet got on all fours and spread her plump butt cheeks wide open. Leonard came up behind her. He pushed his cock between her plump butt cheeks and penetrated her asshole. Grabbing her big hips, he thrust into her. Janet gasped when she felt Leonard's big cock invading her asshole. If there's one thing this wickedly kinky Black woman loved more than fucking a Black man in the ass with her dildo, it was getting fucked in the ass by a Black man. 

Leonard gave it to her, hard and fast. He slammed his cock deep into her ass, going where the sun didn't shine. Janet reached behind herself with both hands and spread her butt cheeks even wider apart, welcoming Leonard's cock into her ass. She screamed passionately and begged him for more. Leonard began fucking his woman like there was no tomorrow. In part, it was because he loved fucking that ass of hers. Also, it was because he wanted to make her pay for sodomizing him with the dildo earlier. Payback is a bitch! He continued slamming his cock into her tightest, darkest hole. Janet backed up against him, driving him deeper inside her. She couldn't get enough of the deliciously hot pain she felt in her nether regions. She was in love with the massive black dick that was moving in and out of her ass and if loving it was wrong she didn't want to be right. They went at it like this for a while until he finally came, sending his hot seed deep inside her ass. That's when she screamed loud enough to not only wake the dead but also crumble the walls of Hell itself. 

Meanwhile, Luke and Monica were trying new things. Presently, Luke was lying on the carpeted floor while Monica straddled him. She supported herself by resting her hands on his strong shoulders. She was riding him for all he was worth. Up and down she went, her eyes widening and closing, her face contorted with effort. Her ass was impaled on Luke's massive cock, which was not an easy thing, to say the least. Grunting with effort, she slowly went up and down on it. It felt good, wickedly good. But it also hurt like hell at the same time. Yet she wouldn't give it up for the world. Luke, on the other hand appeared completely relaxed as he continued to fuck his voluptuous girlfriend in the ass. She rode him passionately, not caring for the pain, only the furnace she felt deep down in places she didn't even want to think about. A furnace that was like a thirst from within, a thirst which only his massive dick had the power to quench. Finally, it happened. Luke finally gave it up. the viselike pressure of her tight ass on his cock demanded it. He came, sending his seed deep within his very naughty girlfriend. Monica screamed as she felt Luke's seed rush deep within her. She practically collapsed on top of him. Laughing, he caught her in his arms. They lay like this, riding the tingling sensations which still coursed through their bodies.

A short while later, the two couples sat down at a table and were served meals and drinks worthy of the Olympian gods. Their servant was a tall, attractive young woman in a tuxedo who answered to the name Regina. Tonight was one of the best nights of their lives. 



Black Strapon Addicts Rule!



As lots of people who've tried it will tell you, strap-on sex is addictive. It seems to be all the rage among heterosexual and lesbian couples, especially black couples. Lots of black men got this fetish and their women, some surprised and some thrilled, are happy to oblige. Yet another little fact which shall remain obscure in the eyes of the world. Well, I am here to shed some light on the issue. My name is Sholonda Brays, a six-foot-tall, curvaceous, chestnut-brown sister living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. And I am happy to say that yes, I strap-on my man, chocolate-skinned football stud Jason Tillman. I do so rather vigorously, too. 

I decided to surprise him last night. He came back to his dorm, feeling extremely tired after a football game. The University of Revere football team lost by six points to Northeastern University. This was an elimination game, basically. Our school saw its dreams of rising to the top of the New England Football Conference go up in smoke. I knew our team had lost and I knew how Jason would feel. So I decided to cheer him up. When he turned on the light, he found me lying naked on his bed. 

I smiled at him, and gestured for him to come to me. Jason looked me up and down, and a slight smile crept into his handsome visage. That's the look I like to see on his face. Happiness. And no other. He came to me. I pulled him on the bed, surprising him with my strength. I don't play varsity rugby for nothing. Jason lay next to me. I kissed him gently, then unbuttoned his shirt. Next, his pants came off, followed by the silver boxers I bought him last week from Wal Mart. He was as naked as a jay bird. Just the way I liked him. I kissed him again, and began licking him from head to toe. Like a human lollipop. I traced a path from his lips to his neck, and licked beads of sweat off his chest. I played with his chest hairs. They were soft and curly. I moved down to his belly, and finally to his groin. I breathed in the scent of him. Masculine musk mixing with soap and water, from the shower he took inside the team locker room, not too long ago. 

I held Jason's manhood in my hands. It was around eight inches long and quite thick. Also, it was uncut. He was sensitive about that. I didn't care one way or the other. Actually, that's inaccurate. I kind of prefer my man the way he is. Gently, I took him in my mouth. Jason gasped in surprise. If I could have smiled, I would have. Oh, come on. He had to know this was coming. I began sucking him, taking my sweet time as I worked my magic on him. Jason gently stroked my head with his big hands, and urged me to continue. I fondled his nuts while sucking his dick. He screamed and begged me for more. I know how to make him feel good. Knowing his body like I knew my own, I sensed when he was about to cum. A rapid stroke of my fingers on his cock and a good lick of his dick head delayed it. But only for a few seconds. Jason groaned, and shouted loud enough to wake the dead as he came. 

I lay next to him as he recovered. I admired my handiwork. He was all worked up, thanks to me. A few moments later, he was ready for more. Grabbing a condom off the night stand, I put it on his member. I love Jason to death but neither of us is ready to become parents. Once I deemed him ready, I climbed on top of him. I placed my hands on his shoulders for support and lowered myself onto his member. Until I was finally impaled on his thick cock. Looking Jason in the eye, I began to bounce up and down on his cock. He put his hands on my hips and thrust into me. I grimaced as I felt Jason's cock stretching me. It goes in slow and deep, just the way I like it. Jason looks into my eyes as he fucks me. I grin, and ride him for all he's worth. Until we're lying exhausted in a sea of our own fluids. Laughing like a couple of clowns. It's fun. 

Anyway, that was last night. This morning we're still horny. A little sex before breakfast goes a long way to sharpen the appetite. Jason takes me in the shower. He bends me over and whispers into my ear that he wants my ass. That way. I smile, for I know what's coming. Tons of raunchy fun for both of us. He uses soap and water to lubricate me. If we're going to do this, it's gonna be on my terms and my terms only. Jason agrees. I spread my ass cheeks and rub myself against his groin. I feel his steely cock and grin. It's gonna be fun. He places his cock against my backdoor, and enters me with a swift thrust. I gasp as he enters me. 

A lot of women aren't down with anal sex. They consider it a dirty, unclean sex act. If you ask me, sex has to be dirty for it to feel right. No, seriously. In my personal experience, anal sex can feel quite good when done right. Certain elements are required, of course. Lubrication and patience are at the top of the list. Without these, you won't have a pleasant experience. I ask Jason to take it slow and he eases his cock into my ass. Restraint isn't his strong suit but he nods. Slowly but surely, he works his cock inside me. Even with the makeshift lube, it is a tight fit. I don't do this often, in case you were wondering. Jason takes his time and works most of his cock into my ass. Then he begins to probe me deeper and deeper. There's nothing he'd enjoy doing more than to go in and out. Like those big porn studs in those black and interracial web sites he watches on his laptop. However, this isn't some fantasy flick, it's my life. It's my ass that's on the line, quite literally, and I'm calling the shots. Fuck me slow and steady, lover, or not at all. We go at it in a nice, easy rhythm. And I find myself enjoying it. I actually like the feel of my man's dick in my ass. It makes me feel wonderfully filled. It's a pleasant sensation. So much that I feel my pussy twitch, and the impossible happens. I experience an orgasm without even touching myself, all thanks to the well-endowed stud plowing away at my backdoor. I scream as I am stunned into another world. The world of anally induced orgasms. A fun place I enjoy visiting now and again. 

A few minutes later, Jason and I exit the shower. He's got this self-satisfied smug look on his handsome face. He's thrilled with what he's done. He's satisfied. I'm not. Not yet. I look at him sternly. Just where in hell does he think he's going? He stares at me, silenced. I grin. I still want a piece of him. He's happy to hear this. Until he hears what my getting a piece of him entails. I want his ass. Right here and now. He stares at me blankly. I smile, and push him down onto the bed. I reach into my backpack, and snatch the tools I brought along for the occasion. My trusted strap-on dildo, and a small can of lube. Jason's eyes widen. His mouth goes slack. I smile wickedly. It's my turn to have fun. 

I look at Jason as he gets on all fours. Face down and ass up. He has such a sexy ass. I've been dreaming about fucking it for ages. One day, Jason jokingly asked me if I ever fantasized about having anal sex. I looked him in the eye and told him that I've been aching to bend over a sexy stud and fuck him with my strap-on. He thought I was joking. Well, I wasn't. Today, he's going to find out how the other half lives. The giver gets to receive for a change. In spite of himself, Jason is curious. I know he is. I've seen him go to a website where mature women strap on their dildos and use them on very willing younger men. It's bookmarked on his laptop. So he can't tell me he never thought about it. 

I take the dildo and strap it on. Looking at my reflection on the mirror, I smile. Damn I look good! Jason on the other hand looks kind of nervous. I gently pat his bottom and tell him to relax. I wish I could tell him this won't hurt a bit, but that would be lying. I take the bottle of lubricant and use its content to grease up my dildo. It's a long, sleek dildo. Bright blue and not very thick. The perfect tool to use on a beginner. I apply the lube on Jason's ass. Then, I spread his ass cheeks like he did mine earlier and press my 'dick' against his asshole. With a swift thrust, I go inside. Ready or not, here I come! 

Jason gasps as I enter him. Slowly, I work the dildo into his ass. He grunts and asks me to be gentle. I scoff at that. I am being gentle. The temptation to just start pounding away is overwhelming but I resist it. I want his first time to be memorable for all the right reasons. I don't to scare him off strap-ons for good. While fucking his ass, I reach for his long and thick black cock and gently stroke it. I fuck him nice and easy. His ass is virgin so I don't go too far or too deep. Jason moans as I fuck him. I can tell he likes it. Just like I knew he would. I plunge the dildo deeper into his ass. He screams. I stop. Is he hurt? Jason surprises the hell out of me by telling me he wants more. Oh, man. This is surprising. Has he done this before? I don't know. One thing for sure, I'm not holding back anymore. I proceed to give my sexy black man's ass a serious pounding. He screams my name. He's enjoying himself. I can tell because his cock is hardening in my hand. We go at it until he cums. I gather his seed in my hand and taste it. Then I smear it all over his back. A delightfully naughty idea springs into my twisted mind. I write my initials on Jason's back using his sperm as ink. Am I wicked or what? I pull out of him, and he sighs in relief. I asked him how he liked it. He tells me he fucking loved it. 

A few moments later, we finished getting dressed. I'm going back to my dorm to change. Today, Jason and I are going to Copley Mall to meet with his parents and mine. We want to tell them of our engagement and get their respective blessings. I can't tell you how happy this makes me. Graduation is only a few weeks away. This is the best time in our lives. I met Jason Tillman during freshman year of college. I was only eighteen years old, a recent graduate of Notre Dame Academy. The University of Revere seemed like a dream given form to me. I'd never seen a place like that. Revere University was unlike any other place on Earth. The biggest private university in the country. With sixty five thousand students, spread over campuses located in Boston, Plymouth, Fitchburg, Cape Cod, Woburn and Great Barrington. I came there because I'd heard how diverse the student body was. Over forty percent of all Revere University students were of African-American or Latino descent. Also, the student profile was promising in another way. Fifty one percent of the student population was male. I liked the sound of that. I guess I came to Revere University because it's raining men down there. 

When I went to public school, I had a passion for football and wrestling. My parents sent me to a private all-girl school and I had to content myself with playing basketball, softball and tennis. Revere University caught my attention because it was adding men's and women's varsity teams in both rugby and ice hockey the year I enrolled. This effectively rendered it the top athletic powerhouse in North America. The Revere University Department of Athletics sponsors Men's Intercollegiate Baseball, Basketball, Cross Country, Cycling, Swimming, Ice Hockey, Golf, Tennis, Wrestling, Football, Lacrosse, Rifle, Pistol, Fencing, Gymnastics, Bowling, Rugby, Rowing, Sailing, Nordic Skiing, Water Polo and Volleyball along with Women's Intercollegiate Softball, Nordic Skiing, Basketball, Cross Country, Cycling, Swimming, Ice Hockey, Golf, Tennis, Wrestling, Field Hockey, Lacrosse, Rifle, Pistol, Fencing, Gymnastics, Equestrian, Bowling, Rugby, Rowing, Sailing, Water Polo and Volleyball. All the sports teams, collectively known as the Rovers and Lady Rovers, compete in the NCAA Division One. 

I went by the athletic complex on my first day, to inquire about trying out for the all-new women's varsity rugby team. On my way there, I saw a tall, sturdy and rather handsome black stud in a football jersey. That was Jason Tillman. The man of my dreams. A six-foot-two, 240-pound black stud muffin who was destined to lead our football team to national glory. Since I was new to the campus, I asked him for directions. I also inquired about his name and status. Single, married, or whatever. He smiled at my forwardness. One look into my eyes and he was hooked. Don't blame him. I have that effect on men. My curvy body, ample breasts and full, heart-shaped booty can make them feel hypnotized. 

Jason and I began seeing each other right away. He had recently broken up with his ex-girlfriend, a blonde-haired Irish broad named Becky. I wanted this brother for myself, so I made sure to keep his attention on me. We walked to class together, hand in hand. Pretty soon everybody on the Boston campus knew we were a couple. I liked being with Jason. We had a lot in common. Both of us were classic overachievers. He was a football star back at his old high school, Roxbury Latin Academy. What most people don't realize when they see him is how bright he really is. He was the class salutorian back in high school. These days, he maintains a 3.9 GPA not just to keep his athletic scholarship but because he's a genuine intellectual. He majors in civil engineering and hopes to have his own company someday. 

When I finally met his folks, I was impressed with them. His parents George and Mercy Tillman were a well-known power couple in the political and business circles of Massachusetts. George owned a successful car dealership in the town of Milton, Massachusetts. As for Mercy Jacobs Tillman, she was a State Representative. They were millionaires. The black sheep of the family was Jason's older brother Jackson, a tall and good-looking but rather weak-willed individual. He was a patrolman with the Easton Police Department who incurred his parents wrath when he married Patty O'Shea, a drug-addicted white socialite. From what I hear, she cheated on him constantly. He pretended not to know. Poor guy. Talk about a bad marriage. 

Jason's mother was not what I expected. This tall, square black woman with the pretty face but unfriendly eyes was genuinely happy to see me when we first met. I guess she was happy to see her youngest son dating a driven, beautiful sister with her head on her shoulders rather than some trouble-making rich crack whore. I guess I came along right on time. Lucky me. Jason and I busied ourselves with our class work and various activities. He joined the exclusive campus fraternity known as the Brotherhood, quite possibility the oldest fraternity in America. I was happy for him. Some of the most powerful black men in business, entertainment, politics and sports today were once members of the Brotherhood, which existed at many black-friendly colleges and universities across America. 

As for me, I played rugby and went to class. Studying Criminal Justice kept me busy. I wanted to go to law school someday. I also volunteered at the local YMCA whenever I had the time. My parents instilled in me a strong sense of civil service. That's why I want to become a public defender. I'm definitely not doing it for the money. I come from a loving, and financially upwards household. My father, Jeremiah Brays is the District Attorney for the Great Barrington county. My mother, Lucia Alexander Brays is the President of Great Barrington College. She's been there for the past sixteen years. The fact that she was the first racial minority or female leader in the school's two-hundred-year history hasn't daunted her. She has worked tirelessly to put Great Barrington College on the map. 

Under my mother's leadership, Great Barrington College went from a two-year school into a four-year institution. She also brought intercollegiate athletics to the school. These days, Great Barrington College sponsors Men's Baseball, Basketball, Ice Hockey, Football, Tennis, Cross Country, Soccer, Swimming and Volleyball along with Women's Softball, Basketball, Ice Hockey, Field Hockey, Cross Country, Soccer, Swimming, Volleyball, Rugby, Lacrosse and Tennis. Yeah, my mom is a tough lady. And my daddy is a strong black man. She's only met Jason twice. I wonder how she's going to react to us getting engaged. Jason and I head out of the campus and into the Food Court of Copley Mall. Our parents are waiting. Holding hands, we march toward them. Wish us luck. 



Black Strapon Goddess



Alright, I admit it. I like getting fucked in the ass. By a sexy Black woman wearing a strap-on dildo. Now, I know what this sounds like. Let me be the first to say that I am not gay. Or even bisexual. I am just a weirdly kinky guy, that's all. Now, I'm not a punk. I am one hundred percent man. I just happen to have some kinks, that's all. The name is Wilson Pierre. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. And this is my exploration of my favourite fetish, that's all.

I trolled the porn sites online looking for what I like. I found a lot of female domination websites. Unfortunately they mostly featured white women fucking white guys in the ass with strap-on dildos. Folks, I am not into white women. I see a lot of them at my school, Carleton University. And they don't do Jack for me. I like Black women. Tall, dark-skinned, chubby Black women with big tits, wide hips and big butts. Yeah, that's what I like. Unfortunately, finding porn featuring Black Female Domination is pretty hard.

I joined an online sex group where guys with fetishes similar to mine discussed them. The group was full of white guys. Make that old white guys. The group seriously lacked diversity. I felt like an alien. There was an Indian guy and a Chinese guy, that's about it. I've never seen Black guys in the kind of porn I like. You'll never see a Black guy getting fucked in the ass by a Black woman with a strap-on dildo. Not in the world of porn. And that's a damn shame because that's my favourite fantasy. Folks, the Black woman is my standard of beauty. She features in all of my fantasies. Got it? Cool.

Yeah, I was pretty much despairing that my fantasy would ever come true. Until the day I got busted. I've been friends with this chick named Lisa Renaldo for a while. She's around five-foot-eleven, thick, dark-skinned and lovely, with a big round booty. Lisa is the younger sister of my buddy Jorge. He's a young Black man of Cuban descent whom I met a long time ago. My best friend actually. My pal Jorge is an engineering student at the University of Ottawa. His sister Lisa is studying business administration at Algonquin College. Since she's my buddy's sister, I've always considered Lisa off-limits. And that's a damn shame because of her cute face, big round ass and gorgeously dark brown skin. 

Anyhow, Lisa likes to visit my house because she's good friends with my older sister Deirdre, who is a police officer with the Ottawa Police Service. My sister is quite the overachiever and Lisa considers her a role model or something. And she's always dropping by wearing those booty shorts. I think Lisa is quite a tease. Alright, I admit it. I've got a thing for her. Eight times out of ten when I'm jerking off, I think of Lisa's fabulous big Black ass. It's not like she's ever going to find out, so that's okay. 

I was in my room, watching a very rare DVD I recently bought online. A video featuring two sexy Black women fucking a group of tough-looking Black guys with their strap-on dildos. The video was hot, though it featured some male on male action which I wasn't into. I really got off on watching the scene where a Black guy lay in a hammock and one of the Black women raised his legs in the air and slammed her dildo into his ass. That was extremely hot. I sat in my bed, jerking off while watching the video. My eight inches of long and thick, uncircumcised Black dick were hard as hell. What can I say? I like this sort of thing.

I was so into the movie that I didn't notice Lisa until she walked into my room. Upon finding me naked with my dick in my hands, she gasped. I was shocked so I screamed. Lisa stared at me with wide eyes. Her gaze went to the screen and she saw what I was watching. Yep. You guessed right. The scene with the Black chick slamming the dildo up the Black man's ass as he lay in the hammock. Yeah, imagine that. Can you imagine anything more embarrassing, folks? I certainly can't. I was caught red-handed, so to speak. There was no denying what I was doing, or what I was watching. Busted.

Lisa stared at me, grinning. She told me I was busted. I felt shame, embarrassment and anger. What the fuck was she doing in my room? Can't a guy have some damn privacy? Lisa told me she knew I was weird but she had no idea I was that kinky. I told her to leave my room. She laughed and then went to the DVD player. She grabbed the DVD from the player and then pocketed it. What the fuck? Some things a man considers sacred. Like his porn. I got up from the bed, forgetting that I was naked, and demanded that Lisa handed me my DVD. Laughing, she refused. I tried to snatch it from her. There was a struggle, and next thing I know, I ended up on top of Lisa. Folks, this isn't what it looks like.

I was on top of Lisa, naked. If her brother Jorge or any of my relatives walked in on us, I'd be a dead man. I apologized to Lisa and tried to get off her. Imagine my surprise when she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. Man, I didn't see this coming. When our lips parted, I fumbled for words. Lisa told me that she liked me and had wanted me for a long time. Well, I told her the feeling was mutual. Smiling, she told me to lock the door. I got up and did just that. When I turned around, Lisa was on my bed. Minus her clothes.

I grinned as I beheld my fantasy woman looking glorious in her nudity. Her tall, sexy body was absolutely fantastic. Her big tits, wide hips and big butt simply spoke to me. Her cute face and full lips drew me in. Oh, yeah. I wanted some of this Black goddess. Out of thin air seemingly, Lisa produced a thick blue dildo. She called it her 'handy' man. Upon hearing that, my dick sprang to attention. Grinning, Lisa urged me to come to her. I went to her and we kissed. She stroked my manhood while I sucked on her breasts and fingered her wet pussy. Oh, yeah. We both definitely wanted this.

Lisa climbed on top of me and lowered herself onto my manhood. I thrust my cock into her wet pussy. Lisa moaned as I penetrated her and placed my hands on her hips. Then she began riding me. Oh, man. I couldn't believe my luck. At long last I was making love to my dream woman. Oh, yeah. This was fun. Hard and fast I pumped my dick into her snatch. Her pussy felt simply wonderful. To top things off, we even did back shots. My sexy Lisa got on all fours and offered her ass to me. Gently, I eased my dick into her asshole. Slowly, I fucked her ass. I couldn't believe how amazingly sensual and willing she was. My dream woman in every way. Her asshole gripped my dick tightly, and when I came, it was glorious. Our screams of passion filled whole house, and we didn't care.

Later, my fantasy came true. Lisa laid me on my back and stroked my dick while fingering my asshole. Then she pushed the dildo inside of me. My sexy Black goddess looked me in the eyes while thrusting her dildo manually into my asshole. I was in heaven. Lisa fucked me hard, slamming the dildo inside of me. I simply laid there, stunned and awed as she fucked me. The harder she fucked me, and the meaner she got with me, the more turned on I became. I've always wanted to be sexually dominated by a strong Black woman. It takes a very strong Black man to admit that. Lisa pumped her dildo into my asshole. She made me scream. And she made me cum. I couldn't get enough of it. Simply put, it was awesome.

Afterwards, Lisa and I lay on my bed, wrapped in each other's arms. I think I found my dream woman, folks. The younger sister of my long time best friend. Lisa and I started seeing each other. And she means a lot to me. We're more than just fuck buddies. We care about each other. We haven't told anyone about our budding relationship. And that's fine by me. I don't think our families are ready to hear about the stuff we've been doing together. It's our little secret for now. 



Black Strapon Mistress



Right now, I can't believe what is happening to me, folks. However, I can't honestly say that I hate it. The name is Sylvester Vincent. A big and tall Haitian-American guy living in the city of Nepean, Canadian Province of Ontario. I work as a Security Guard during the summer and attend Carleton University. Oh, and I'm a very kinky and horny bastard.

This summer, I got an awesome surprise. There is this skinny, dark-skinned and absolutely beautiful young Black woman named Mina Chars, who is visiting my aunt Gertrude Luther in the town of Orleans. She's the daughter of a good friend of my aunt's. Mina is twenty, and quite new to Ottawa. She recently moved there from the town of Montreal in the Province of Quebec. She is studying business at the University of Ottawa. Did I mention that she's made waves when she joined the Cheerleading Squad? Yep, she's a Cheerleader. And she looks really hot in her uniform! 

A lot of guys who aren't big sports fans go to the games just to see her. The only Cheerleader on the Squad with a booty is the Haitian Cheerleader! When we were growing up, Mina was the ugly duckling and I teased her relentlessly. Now, she's insanely hot and I got a crush on her. How things change, eh? I think I might be in love with Mina, folks. She's not the frail chick I remember. She's confident and sexy now. And I really like her.

Things sure have changed, folks. I am twenty four years old and just trying to get my life back on track. I moved to the town of Ottawa, Canadian Province of Ontario, from the city of Boston, Massachusetts. Canada is radically different from the United States of America. However, with the Recession hitting the U.S. I found myself unemployed and broke. I moved to Canada in search of better opportunities. 

I have visited the Confederation of Canada many times before. Not much culture shock, just some adjustment. I've got family in the towns of Ottawa and Toronto in the Province of Ontario. However, I never saw myself living there. And I didn't think I'd ever run into Mina again. Or that I would fall in love with the chick I used to relentlessly bully. Well, now she's the mean one while I've mellowed out. Isn't life funny? I am fascinated by the bold and beautiful young Black woman that Mina has become, folks.

Lately, my sexual fantasies have been confusing me. I used to go online to watch videos featuring Black guys fucking women in the ass. I especially like all-anal Black porn videos. That's why porn stars like Byron Long, Devin Weed and Brian Pumper are my idols. I also love the works of Lexi Cruz, Cherokee D'Ass, Yana Jordan, Janet Jacme, Pinky, Beauty Dior, Angel Eyes, Candace Von and many others. Oh, yeah. I simply love Black Porn, folks.

Well, I'm not into these kinds of videos anymore. And I don't know why. I found myself looking for something online without truly knowing what it was. It wasn't until I visited this website featuring males in pain that I realized what I wanted. I liked watching videos of men getting fucked by women wearing strap-on dildos. Most of these videos featured white women and I'm not into white chicks. I finally found a porn video series featuring dominant Black women fucking guys with strap-on dildos but the men in the video were all white guys. Not a single Black man. Wow. Talk about a major turn off!

I continued browsing porn sites for the Black female domination videos that I intensely craved. And I couldn't find them. There were a few Black Dominatrix websites online but most of the guys in the videos and photos were white. You simply couldn't find online videos of Black women dominating Black men. What the fuck? Why isn't anyone out there making the type of videos I so desperately want to watch?

As a Black man living in North America, I project a certain image. I stand six feet three inches tall and weigh two hundred and fifty pounds. My skin is dark brown. My head is always neatly shaved. I look tough. I've got white chicks approaching me practically every day because they want a taste of my Black dick. And I turn them down because I love my Black women. I've been hit on by white guys, Asian guys and Arab guys. 

Everybody wants to ride the Black man's dick. I've got an eight-inch dick, folks. It's not huge but it's alright. And I'm also uncircumcised because my parents don't believe in bodily modifications. I'm just a guy living in the city. I wish people would realize everybody isn't the living embodiment of stereotypes. Not all blonde chicks are dumb. Not all Black guys are sporty. Not all big guys are brutes. Not all Black women are angry. And so on. Myself, I'm really not that dominant in the bedroom. I bet that surprises the hell out of so many of you. Oh, well. 

Yeah, I was struggling with my desires, folks. When I lay on my bed at night, I jerked off to pictures of Black women wearing thick strap-on dildos. African-American porn starlets like Sierra and Lola Lane looked especially hot wearing strap-on dildos. And I couldn't get enough of them. I didn't think my fantasies would ever come true, until one day, I had the surprise of a lifetime.

I went to my apartment one time and found the place upside down. Someone had gone through all my things and then left me a note. The note said that my secret would be exposed unless I agreed to meet my would-be Blackmailer at a certain place. Only then would I be made aware of their demands. My mind raced and I panicked. My secret was exposed. I'm a pretty liberal guy but I'm not ready to have friends and family find out about my personal fetish. I think I would just about die of embarrassment if they were to find out. I had to go meet my Blackmailer. I had no choice.

I went to the Saint Laurent Mall, as instructed by my Blackmailer. I was terrified. Who was this psycho? What did he want? What was going to happen to me? I sat inside the Food Court, watching people go by. The Saint Laurent Mall is pretty diverse, with lots of Arabs, Somalians, Haitians, Mexicans and Chinese folks walking around, not just White folks. I envied those people walking by smiling. Because my life was upside down. And they seemed to have the world on a string.

The Blackmailer showed up, and it was the last person I expected. It was a disturbingly familiar and extraordinarily beautiful face. The face of Mina Chars, my aunt's protégée. Wow. Mina looked at me and smiled cruelly. My jaw went slack. I was stunned. Mina looked stunning in a bright red dress. Her beautiful, dark brown skin nearly sparkled. Her long Black hair flowed freely on her shoulders. She looked like an African Goddess come to life.

Mina smiled and told me that she was my Blackmailer. I was beyond shocked at this point. The smiling chick told me that she knew my secret. And if I didn't want my family and friends to find out, I had to do as she said. In a trembling voice, I asked her what she wanted from me. Mina smiled and told me she wanted my ass. I gulped. She smiled wickedly. And I nearly peed my pants. What had I gotten myself into?

Mina led me to the elevated parking lot near the Food Court and we got into her car. She drove us back to Orleans. During the whole ride, I was silent. And so was she. That's the scary part. We got to my aunt Gertrude's lovely house in the city of Orleans, not far from the Fire Station. Mina informed me that my aunt was in Quebec for the day. Then she led me inside.

Once inside, I felt quite afraid. This chick had psycho eyes, man. I begged her to reconsider. I even offered her money. Laughing wickedly, she got in my face. Before I could do anything, she grabbed my balls. Didn't squeeze. Didn't hurt them. Simply grabbed them. I saw the steely look in her eyes and nodded slowly. Grinning, she ordered me to get on my knees. I did. Mina sat on the couch and ordered me to suck her toes. I felt deeply ashamed but I had no choice. I knelt before her and began sucking her toes. Mina laughed and called me a little bitch. Then she took something out of her bag. Before my amazed eyes, she strapped a thick, scary-looking strap-on dildo around her waist. And she began stroking it the way a man would stroke his dick.

Mina lit a cigarette and ordered me to keep sucking. I nodded and sucked her toes some more. They didn't taste bad, actually. They were very clean. Mina's face was filled with pure pleasure as I sucked her toes. In spite of myself, I was turned on. And Mina could tell. She smiled and told me she knew about me all along. Well, I was kind of surprised to hear that one.

Mina told me to stop and then she ordered me to strip. I was in no position to refuse her anything. I stripped until I was buck naked. Mina looked at me and licked her lips. I could tell that she liked what she saw. Without warning she grabbed my dick. Looking me in the eyes, she squeezed my cock and balls hard. Well, it kind of hurt but also turned me on.

Without taking her eyes off me, Mina took my dick into her mouth. And just like that, she began sucking my dick. And I enjoyed getting my dick sucked, folks. I really did. She sucked my dick and licked my balls. When I got really hard, she pushed me onto the bed. Then she climbed on top of me. Mina took off her dress without taking off her strap-on dildo. And just like that, she impaled her moist pussy on my dick.

Stroking her strap-on dildo the entire time, Mina began riding me. I thrust my cock into her pussy. It felt hot and tight around my member. I moved my hands toward Mina's hips but she batted them away. Supporting herself by resting her hands on my shoulders, she rode me hard. We both groaned in pleasure as we fucked. It was a lot of fun. Mina suddenly barked at me not to cum inside of her. I held back, but barely. She got off me, and grabbed my dick roughly. Without a word, she began stroking it again. At the same time, she fingered my asshole.

Mina dipped her fingers into her wet pussy and then smeared some of her hot girly cum all over my asshole. Talk about sexual improvisation! with her cum as lube, she shoved two fingers up my ass. And incredibly, what she did got my dick even harder. And Mina could suck a mean dick, folks. She gently pulled back the foreskin with her tongue and flicked her tongue over my dick head while twirling her tongue all over my member. I loved it!

After making me endure this sweet torture for a few minutes, Mina told me she wanted to fuck me. I was both excited and scared at this point. Looking me in the eyes, she asked me if I was ready. I nodded. Grinning, Mina raised my big legs in the air and then placed her dildo against my asshole. And just like that, she pushed it inside. I slowly let out my breath as she penetrated me. To my immense surprise, she was very gentle about the whole thing. She eased the dildo into my ass and was very patient. I was tense at first then I relaxed and enjoyed.

When she saw that I was getting used to the dildo in my ass, Mina began fucking me harder. And I began screaming louder. I gotta be honest at this point. She was fucking me hard and berating me cruelly and I loved every minute of it. This was my fantasy finally come true. I'm that rare Black guy who dreams of getting fucked in the ass by a sexy Black woman wearing a strap-on dildo. There, I said it! Mina slammed her dildo into my ass roughly now, fucking me like she was paying for it or something. It absolutely rocked. So much that after a while I came, more copiously and louder than ever before.

Mina pulled the dildo out of my ass, and let out a decidedly infectious laugh, for she had me laughing too. She asked me how my first fuck session was. I told her it felt great. She grinned, and basically praised her own talents as a dominatrix. Well, I certainly wasn't going to disagree. This lady had style and substance, along with strength, ferocity and beauty. Still, I had many questions. And she sensed it. Mina told me that she knew all about my hidden fetish. When I asked her how she knew, she laughed and told me that most outwardly macho guys had similar interests in the bedroom. I smiled. Wow. 

It was that obvious, yet had never occurred to me. Mina sat next to me on the bed and gently kissed me. Then she handed me the printouts, photos and videos which she had taken from my room. I smiled and told her to keep them. For the first time since she came back to Ottawa, Mina seemed genuinely surprised by something I did. I smiled and told her I didn't need erotic photos and DVDs of Black Dominatrix types anymore, not when I had her to play with. Smiling, Mina kissed me again. 

And that's how I met my best sexual partner and the love of my life, folks. Mina and I are very happy together. We're both kinky, twisted and truly weird. And we've forged an unforgettable fond through truly unconventional means. And you know what? That works for us just fine, folks. I'm having fun in Ottawa, folks. Thanks to a gorgeous, kinky and absolutely wonderful Haitian-born Dominatrix. Who also happens to be my better half. Who says life in Canada is boring?