7 comments/ 32130 views/ 1 favorites Rock Star By: Rock Star Her nostrils flared briefly as she took in the scent of him. She could smell the leather of his boots; the sweetly bitter scent of the Absinthe, even the shampoo that he had used and a faint musky odor that she didn't want to admit existed. His singing got softer with the music and she felt his breath on her skin. It was warm and oozing with the smell of the liqueur. But still, she kept her eyes shut. If she looked at him now- She felt his hand touch her cheek. His fingers were rough and calloused from playing as they scraped the soft white flesh, but she didn't care. He was touching her and it was deliberate and sensual and she was going to die now. Her eyes opened and he was right the fuck there. His eyes were searching her face and she could see the lids slowly sliding down over them. She noticed things like the faint shadow of his beard and wondered when he last shaved. She saw his lips soften and part slightly. His hand moved down to cup her chin and tilt her head up so he could find her lips. Her eyes began to close as he moved his head to hers. Then, in an instant he was kissing her and everything changed. Darlene felt his mouth on hers and when he opened it, his tongue was forcing her own mouth to open. Her body was frozen in time as she accepted his insistent tongue. Teeth scraped across flesh and saliva mixed. That one kiss opened her very soul and into it went the lust, pain, loneliness and hunger that made up his entire being. His hand slid down along her thigh to the hemline. She really knew she was going to melt when she felt that same hand slide under it to seek out the warm flesh of her exposed thigh - just above her stockings. When he did, she heard him grunt and kiss her even more roughly. His own mouth found her tongue and he sucked it hard. Her body started to respond and it was instinct that made her arms begin to encircle him - reaching up to touch his face, his hair. But he had other designs on her. He pulled his hand out from under her skirt and grabbed her wrists and forced them up over her head. She wasn't sure what to do then, but there actually wasn't a whole lot she could do. His body was pressed against hers and his mouth was beginning to move south to her neck. He shifted slightly and she felt the undeniable bulge of his cock against her leg. The music pulsed around them as he sucked her neck and rubbed his cock against her leg. She began to moan as his mouth moved to the tops of her breasts. His tongue licked the firm white skin that showed above her top before moving to the damp skin of her cleavage. Darlene started to lose control a little as he shifted again and brought his knee between her legs and started to force her legs apart. And she was pretty much helpless to do anything about it. Then as quickly as it began, he stopped and broke away. She stood there against the wall panting and knew her lipstick was smeared across her face. She looked at him with glazed eyes and saw the lipstick on his face too. The music died away and there was silence. "I want you, Darlene," he said simply in a low, husky voice. "I want to taste you and suck you and fuck you. I want to tie you up and spank your sweet ass. I want to feel your lips around my cock until I cum in your mouth." She opened her mouth but no words would come out. Her brain couldn't comprehend what he was saying. It was if she was in a fog. He placed his hand next to his bulge. It wasn't an obscene gesture at all. Just a placement of a hand, drawing her attention to him. "Do you want it?" he breathed. "I...I...oh god..." she said. The alcohol and his kiss made her head spin. She sunk to her knees as tears began to streak down her face. He moved closer to her and unzipped his jeans. She looked up at his thick cock in her face and in a dream brought her hand up to touch it. He slapped it away and began to stroke her cheek with it. Suddenly, a new song came on and it again engulfed them with sound. "Open your mouth, Darlene, and take me," he commanded - his voice raw with lust. She opened her mouth and the hard, smooth flesh of his cockhead pressed against her lips and forced its way into her mouth just as his tongue had a few moments ago. She opened wider and he was invading her. He groaned and one hand slid over her head to force her to accept him totally. Her tongue flattened and slid along the underside of his cock and she began to do what she instinctively knew was right - she sucked his cock. The dark, smeared lips closed over him near the base and she started to slide up and down his ever-hardening shaft. He tightened his grip on her hair and brought her head down, forcing more cock into her mouth. She started to gag, but he wouldn't let up. "Oh fuck, yeah...take me deep..." he groaned. Darlene remembered to relax her throat and that was what he needed her to do. She felt compelled to obey his every wish. "Mmmm...that's good. Suck my cock, Darlene. Take it all in and suck it." Her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked his cock. His hand guided her head up and down, picking up speed and intensity. There was nothing more she could do than to go along with it. His hand pulled her hair roughly and if she moved away, it would be torn out of her scalp. This went on for a few more minutes until he started to really moan. She sensed he was close. "Fuck...oh fuck...I'm gonna-" And then it happened. His warm cum flooded her mouth. He kept his hand firmly on her head and her nose was right up against his pubic hairs. She could smell the musky scent of him as he spurted deep in her throat. His cock, his moaning and the music muffled her groans. When at last he finished, he pulled out of her mouth and cum leaked out on her chin. She knelt there with a dazed expression on her face as he wiped his cock off with a towel and pushed it back into his jeans. Without a word, he helped her to her feet and began to lick the cum from her face in delicate strokes of his tongue. "I think we should go upstairs," he said flatly. Before she could answer, the music was off and he was leading her back up to the first floor. Her legs wobbled as she climbed the stairs and when they reached the grand hallway again, her eyes squinted at the bright light. She thought they were to go back into the sitting room for a drink, but he turned the corner and climbed the stairs to the second floor. There was nothing else to do but to follow him back into darkness. As he walked up the stairs, he thought about what had just happened and was even surprised at himself. It had been a long time, almost too long, since he had sex. The touring and recording had totally consumed him. But now...now he was done for a while. He could retreat back into the sanctuary and start to think about the next project. But first... When they reached the doors to his bedroom, he pushed them open and put on a single light. He immediately went over to light the array of candles near the bed and in no time soft, sensual light filled the room. The single light was shut off and only then did he turn to look at her. Her pale skin shown in the candlelight and he wanted her all over again. He collapsed on the bed and began to take his boots off. Darlene stood perfectly still in the middle of the room, still reeling from the previous encounter and watched him. He smiled to himself as he slowly unwound the long laces from the steel eyelets of his boots. He was definitely going to enjoy this night. After the boots and socks, came the t-shirt. Feeling more comfortable, he lay back against the dark satin and sheets and gazed to where she was still standing. "Come over here," he said softly as he put more music on. He silently thanked the engineers who wired his house for sound. Darlene walked over to him and stood next to the bed. She trembled ever so slightly as she regarded his body. It was as lean and hard as she knew it would be and she wanted nothing more than to have his arms around her. "I think you should take your clothes off." She nodded slightly and the pale hands opened her jacket and slid it off her shoulders. Without a word, she dropped to the floor. "You're very pretty." Darlene felt her cheeks flush. "Thank you..." "I love that fucking red hair. It's so sexy." She smiled at him now and began to pull her top over her head. Now she was in the mood. She wanted to show him her body and have him worship it and fuck her and drive her wild. After all, this was her ultimate fantasy come true. Well, except for the spanking part. She hoped that he would forget about that part. Her past sexual experiences were not very kinky at all. In fact, there weren't too many memorable ones. As the top fell to the floor, her hands slid behind her back to unhook her bra. She heard him sigh as she pulled the lacy black cups from her breasts. "Oh god, they're so beautiful...so white...touch them for me." She smiled again and brought her hands up under her C-cups and squeezed the firm flesh there. Her pink nipples began to harden slightly and she shivered. Seeing he was satisfied, she brought her hands behind her again and found the zipper to her skirt. She eased it down and let it drop to the floor and stepped out of it. Her black, satin panties came into view. "Mmmm...take those off too." She slipped them down over her legs, making sure she bent over to give him a different view of her breasts. Now she stood naked except for her thigh-high stockings. Her shoes had been discarded earlier. "Leave the stockings on," he said as he got up. She braced herself for him to touch her - she was practically aching for him to do so, but he walked by her and went into a large, walk-in closet. When he came back he had on long, black, latex gloves. She gasped and immediately recognized those gloves. How she longed to feel them on her skin in her fantasies about him. In one clad hand was a set of handcuffs and in the other, a rope. "Oh my god," she said when he approached her. He said nothing and grabbed her hands, forcing them behind her back and quickly locked them with the cuffs. Next, he roughly pushed her down face first on the bed and began to bind her ankles together with the rope. She lay there stunned, not ever believing this could happen, but deep down she wasn't surprised. She had heard the lyrics and seen the videos. She knew what he liked. He stood there and looked at the creature before him tied up. Her creamy white ass was presented to him and it was begging to be spanked. He grunted as his cock began to stir again and press against his jeans. Ignoring that for now, he knelt on the bed next to her and began to caress her ass with his gloved hand. He heard her take a sharp breath and knowing the time was right, he brought his hand down on her flesh with a firm SMACK. She cried out loudly but he ignored her and watched mesmerized by the red handprint left on the pure white skin. He brought his hand down on the other cheek even harder. Again, her cries were loud and full of pain. "Yeah, you weren't expecting this, were you?" he asked. She shook her head and he watched as her red hair tossed from side to side. He brought his hand down again. "Ohhhh...please, noooo..." she cried. He ignored her and spanked her again and again. The music was angry and loud in the background and his own voice urged him on. He smacked her ass again and the skin grew redder. He felt the frustration of the last year begin to well up and he knew what he must do next. It would be painful for her, but the only way he could deal with his own pain was to give it to someone else. Darlene was crying softly, but he couldn't hear her over the music. He removed his jeans and his cock sprung out fully erect and leaking precum. Kneeling down next to her, he began to rub her sore cheeks. The redness was angry-looking as the latex slid over the skin. He knew all too well how it felt and brought his tongue to caress her. When he did that, he could feel her muscles start to relax just a bit. Smiling, he continued to bathe her ass with his tongue and his fingers began to pull her asscheeks apart. She was relaxing more until his tongue found the tight entrance to her ass. He licked and probed lightly and she jumped at the sensation. "Ever been fucked in the ass?" he asked. "Noooo..." she said in a scared voice. "Mmmmm...you're gonna like it." He continued to lick her asshole some more but she was trying to get away from him. This pissed him off and he grabbed her hair and forced her to stay still. "If you move again, I'll get the paddle and you'll really see what it's like to get spanked." Darlene whimpered a bit, but stopped moving. He got up and applied some lube to his aching cock. Since her ass was virgin, he might as well be somewhat gentle. Straddling her stocking-clad legs, he brought his cock to her asscrack and began to rub it slowly up and down. The lube made it slide easily over the firm, white flesh. He wondered if she was enjoying it, he knew he was. "Ok, you little bitch, relax your muscles or it's gonna hurt like hell." He pushed his fat cockhead against her asshole and began to push it in. Darlene raised her head and began to scream in pain. He smacked her ass. "I told you - relax it!" he yelled. He pushed a little more and the lube helped him enter her. He felt some resistance but suddenly it gave way and he was in. His cock filled her and he kept it there for a minute and leaned over her. "You know how much I give to everyone?" he whispered in here ear. "You know how much they take it from me? Over and over...night after fucking night..." Darlene listened to him and said nothing. Her ass was painfully filled with his cock when all she wanted was for it to be in her pussy. Tears streamed down her cheeks as his hot breath touched her ear. "Well, tonight I'm gonna take some of it back." He pulled out of her ass a bit and pushed back in. Darlene cried out. "Ohhh...please, don't do this to me. Whatever I did - I'm sorry..." "You didn't do anything, darling," he laughed. "Not a fucking thing." He grunted and began to slide his cock in and out of her ass. Darlene squeezed her eyes shut and listened to him talk about giving and taking. Around her his recorded voice talked about fucking and possession and emptiness. She tried to focus her attention elsewhere and shut out the pain of him raping her ass. She knew her friends did anal sex and most of them raved about it. But she had never tried and she couldn't understand the attraction of it even with his cock lubed. She could barely move a muscle tied as she was. "Mmmmm...fuck, your ass is sweet..." he grunted in between strokes. "I'm gonna take you hard and fast..." And he did. With amazing strength, he pumped her ass over and over, his climax building like a giant wall of fury and pain. He no longer saw her as she was. Instead she was a body - white skin and red hair, accepting his cock and milking it with her tight muscles. The sensation was far better then her lips around his cock and with that thought he began to cum. "Ohhhh...fuckkkkkk!" he yelled and his seed spurted deep in her ass. Darlene felt him cum and shut her eyes. At least it's over for now, she thought as his moans filled the air, covering the other voice. For now... His orgasm carried him somewhere else for a few seconds. All he could feel was the sweet sensation of his cum letting loose into her tight ass. His own voice echoed in his ears. His own music filled his soul. At last he could finish and pull out of her. Darlene felt his wet cum begin to leak out of her asshole and sobbed in relief. But the loudest sobbing came from the collapsed body next to her on the bed as the first rays of dawn crept into the room. Darlene lay on her stomach and watched it rain outside. Lying on her back was out of the question, at least for now. At least it was better than the first day. She winced as she thought about it. In fact, the whole incident made her wince. But she had to go back one more time and think about it. After he spent himself in her, he lay there and sobbed. She lay next to him unable to move to comfort him or slap him across the face. Eventually the music ended and so did his sobbing. As her ass throbbed in pain, she began to shiver. It must have been the shivering that brought him to his senses. He got up and untied her ankles and unlocked her cuffs. Without a word, he helped her to her feet and showed her to the bathroom where she could clean up and get dressed. Darlene gathered her clothes and locked herself into the bathroom. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she gasped. Her makeup was smeared all over her face and her eyes were puffy from crying. Her beautiful red hair was matted on one side. Sighing, she began to run the hot water to clean the sins from her. What she really wanted was a hot soak in the tub, but that would have to wait. For now, she just wanted to look somewhat presentable so she could get home. Sometime later she emerged from the bathroom and found him sitting by the window fully dressed. For a moment, she didn't think he sensed her there and she able to take him all in. He had on faded blue jeans and a loose shirt. On his feet were running shoes. His face was moody and pensive as he gazed out into the garden. She cleared her throat and he turned to look at her. Within an instant the mask went up and his face was unreadable. "My limo is outside. Just tell my driver where you live, he'll take you home." She opened her mouth to say something and found she could not. Her eyes searched for some clue, some sign of what he was feeling from their encounter, but there was none. Just a big emptiness. Her shoulders slumped and she turned on her heel to go downstairs and out of that place. Darlene spent the next day in a total daze. Her ass throbbed whenever she sat down too long, even in a hot tub. She avoided the phone in her flat like the plague. Everything she had ever dreamed about was shattered by that one night. She chided herself over and over for being so stupid and naïve. Who was she to think that a sexual encounter with someone like him would be a dreamy romantic night? He had used her, just as she had used him in her fantasies. She shifted on her bed as the rain came down in sheets. But she kept reliving the night over and over right up to that fatal kiss. Up until then it had been perfect. He absolutely spellbound her and, unfortunately, she had fell for it. She sighed and thought about his hands and his lips and his tongue... "Fuck!" she yelled and got up. "Why?" Indeed that was the question that stayed with her for the next few days until the rage and hurt began to fade into a feeling on emptiness and longing. Then even that faded to just a dull ache deep down inside. Several weeks went by and she started to go out again, carefully avoiding her little hideaway bar and most of the all the Garden District. Although she vaguely remembered where he lived, she had no intention of going near the place. The worst thing was that she couldn't tell her friends about it. First, she doubted anyone would believe her, especially that bitch Julie. And second, if they did, they'd urge her to report him or something. Instead she endured another type of pain as they told her over and over again, in detail, about the show that night and how great he was. Every great song was played, there was much dancing and pushing and fighting. On and on it went. She bit her lip until it was practically bleeding as they described how sexy he was. If only they knew. Finally after hearing about it for the millionth time, she got up and left the bar. All she wanted to do was to curl up at home in the dark and watch some mind-numbing TV. Her body was back to normal and she was horny again, but all that was going to happen was maybe a little masturbation to get her off.