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Diary of a Rockstar Ch. 01

By: RiversEdge2010



COMMENTS are always welcome. I am starting a new series while still working on various one-shot stories. Some I've taken down to re-write, but they will be back up soon. Please comment away! 

Chapter 1

The Corruption of Paige Whitman

Paige Whitman wasn't your typical high school girl, but she was your typical Hayley Williams wannabe high school rockstar. At just 18, Paige had already made a name for herself travelling all over her home state of Michigan with various local acts who were much more well-known than her. It was tough, playing in a pop-emo band and opening for bands comprised of guys older than her own father who usually played to beer-soaked audiences at various dives she would only be permitted entrance to when it was her time to go on stage (if said venue even had a stage). More often than not, Paige ended up playing darkened corners at bowling alleys, local pizza joints, and dance clubs. Flying Castles was the name of her band, and Paige was lucky if the owner of the venues remembered the name right after they finished their well-practiced 35-minute set. 

Paige had milky white skin, emerald green eyes that she kept painted various shades of blue, and bright dyed-maroon hair. She had a petite body with medium-sized breasts and a big bubble butt that she always found drew unwanted glances from men anytime she turned around. Anytime she went to the beach, Paige was used to turning around finding a few men quickly diverting their eyes from her rear. Men and boys alike liked looking at her, which she didn't mind so much when she was on stage. Up there, Paige was a rockstar to anybody who cared to stop and listen to her band.

It was just a pipe dream that ate into her homework time and made her late for her part time job selling cookies at the mall for minimum wage. But that pipe dream started to become a reality the summer before her senior year when she got signed to an upcoming label called Sonic Wave Records. They helped produce a music video for her band, which was shot at her high school after school hours and sent her on tour all over the Midwest. By the time she came back, her video was already in heavy circulation online and MTV. Kids her age and much younger were even starting to show up to their shows, so she began making homemade t-shirts for them. One night, while singing at a Halloween party for most of her senior class, enjoying popularity for the first time since high school began, a drunk student threw a tiara at her while screaming, "Paige Whitman for Homecoming Queen!" 

That turned into a chant that she couldn't stop. Paige had to laugh, deciding to turn the situation around quickly.

"I'm the princess of Flying Castles!" she had cried out playfully as she crowned herself, laughing at the absurdity of even being considered for such a silly thing.

Paige didn't care about high school or it's obsession with popularity contests.

She cared about her friends, family, band, and the few amazing fans she had.

But what Paige loved most about her band was that her boyfriend was her guitarist. 

Bobby Tanner, a cute boy with messy black hair and brown eyes, had been childhood friends with Paige when they lived next door to each other. But when Bobby and Paige lost touch when Bobby had to move away because his father got reassigned to a different military base. It was fate that brought them back together years later. Bobby and Paige fell in love when Bobby moved back into town and started attending the same high school as Paige .A secret crush Paige had on Bobby quickly formed into a lasting connection, which soon led Paige into forming her first physical relationship with a boy, having only stolen a couple of kisses before Bobby. Now she was lost in a relationship with a boy she was deeply in love with, and was slowly coming into womanhood in her first sexual relationship. 

Paige and Bobby were each other's first everything.

But while slowly getting used to sharing her body with her boyfriend, Paige was also able to explore her fascination with sex and the male body, especially her boyfriend's penis. Bobby was uncircumcised and about six inches when he was fully erect, which might as well have been a foot when it was inside her, stretching her tight walls out. Sex was painful at first for her, so she decided to try getting off from oral sex. It wasn't hard to convince Bobby to kiss her privates, or to let her return the favor. Over the course of their relationship, Paige found Cosmo and the Internet to be her best friends when it came to all the sex stuff. She always wanted to make sure Bobby was well satisfied, and that she was being a dutiful rockstar girlfriend., She feared a No Doubt/Paramore style split in the bad once they broke the news, but that storm never came. Instead, her other band mates got girlfriends of their own, or found they were more content fooling around with eager female fans and groupies before and after shows while on tour. 

And so became Paige's life after graduation, balancing a boyfriend, a band, and a part time job, all while preparing to go to college with her other band mates. 

But one day, while actually getting some homework done, Paige got a call from a man named Ken Stanton who had somehow gotten a hold of one of the demos her band had released at the Battle of the Bands show she performed at the year before.

Ken invited her, the band, and all of their families out to dinner that weekend, and before she had to return to school on Monday, Flying Castles was a signed act. Ken was a good-looking guy, Paige had thought when she first met him. He had styled black hair and piercing eyes that somehow always seemed to find their way to Paige. 

Ken was always making phone calls, exchanging e-mails, and working hard to make sure his clients were getting where they needed to go and treated the way they deserved to be treated. He was also over twice Page's age, pushing 40 years old, though he didn't look it. But she tried to push any reservations about Ken out of her head. Soon, Paige's head was spinning in discussions about music videos, tours, press releases, etc. That was what she really cared about: the dream. Nothing more.

Things were going great for Paige and the band, until the roster for Warped Tour came up and Flying Castles' name was nowhere to be seen on any of the posters. But one of the other bands on her same label did show up, which made Paige furious. Her band was pretty upset too, including Bobby, but they figured they were the new band on the label and had to wait to pay their dues before they got driven around across the country playing one of the biggest punk rock festivals a band like theirs could play. Still, that answer didn't satisfy Paige.

"Would you consider... putting us on the roster?" Paige had asked Ken one day, after stopping by his office.

"I just think we need to work some more in the studio... on the live performance," Ken had said over and over. "Plus, you can't drink yet, and there's a lot of alcohol going around at these things. That can mean disaster for a label if even one of you comes into contact with it... and don't get me started on the sponsors." 

Ken was blowing her off, which Paige didn't appreciate. But the other band going out, its members were a few years older, almost out of college now, so Ken wasn't lying about that. What she wished was that she had some way of proving to Ken that she was mature and could handle herself out there on the road. But the real problem in her way was the lead singer of the band ahead of them. Paige was nearly positive that Ken was having sex with her. She couldn't prove it, but when she walked into his office one day unannounced, it was obvious the two had been flirting. Plus, she saw the girl, Aurora, leave Ken's office with rumpled clothes and messy hair on more than one occasion.

Paige considered if she was the type of girl who would do the same thing. Not that she could, she had a boyfriend. But what if she didn't, she kept asking herself? 

"Are you sleeping with Aurora?" Paige had finally asked.

Ken stopped what he was doing incredulous that she might even ask such a question. "I... what kind of a question is that?"

"A fair one. I've seen the way you two talk..."

"I... my relationship with Aurora has nothing to do with her band going out."

"Well, if... it did... I wouldn't mind really."

"You wouldn't?" Ken asked, confused.

"No, because... I mean, I have a boyfriend, and... I give him preferential treatment sometimes, so... if I had a problem with it, I'd be a pretty big hypocrite, wouldn't I?"

"I suppose..." Ken was unsure where the conversation was headed. He had not been pleased that he had been so sloppy to let other bands figure out he was fucking a client.

"But... if I could do something to... earn preferential treatment..." Paige stammered.

"Paige, you're... there's Bobby."

"Is that the only reason you would have reservations?" Paige asked Ken, stepping toward him in front of his desk and suddenly feeling his true stature and power over her.

"It's rarely a good idea to get involved with clients. I shouldn't be with Aurora, for this reason right here, right now," Ken stated, finally checking Paige out, his eyes falling to her small bust, and then travelling back up to her lips. 

Paige wondered whether he was imagining kissing her breasts, or something entirely else? Let him fantasize, she thought. The idea of him fantasizing about her made her body betray her better nature. She felt a flood of wetness and excitement between her legs she hadn't felt for anyone since she started dating Bobby. It made Paige, feel ashamed, and embarrassed.

"What if I talked to Bobby..." Paige asked.

"I... I don't know..."

"Let me just talk to him," Paige said, before leaving Ken alone and frustrated in his office. She wondered if he'd masturbate while thinking of her right in his office.

When Paige pulled Bobby aside in her room late that night, he flipped out.

"You what!" Bobby exclaimed, incredulous at what he heard.

"We only talked about it. Nothing happened," Paige reassured.

"But it could if you're considering it. He's... he's almost 40, Paige! You're not even 20!"

"I know, but... I really think we can get out there. And if this is all Ken want - "

"All Ken wants?" Bobby interrupted. "Is cheating on me not that big of a deal?"

"I'm not cheating, I'm telling you. And it's not technically the first time. Remember that party where we all played truth or dare, and I had to give Remi a handjob in front of everyone, including you? You were okay with that."

"It was a handjob, not sex, and I got to see you make out with Amanda because of that, so there was an upside to it for me," Bobby explained.

"So let me give you an upside to this..." Paige said.

"What's that?"

"If you find me a willing girl... I'll let you watch us," Paige admitted uncomfortably, remembering the awkward sensation of having to make out with a girl she barely knew.

"Watch you do what?"

Paige sighed. "Watch us have sex, okay?"

"You'd be with another girl?" Bobby asked, suddenly forgetting his reservations.

"Yes. If I agreed that I liked her too," Paige quickly added.

Bobby considered this. "You promise?"

Paige was suddenly shocked at how quickly he was changing his mind.

"I promise," Paige stated.

"And you aren't going to leave me for Ken?"

"What! No! This is for us... for the band, not for the sex, okay? I mean, you won't leave me for the girl you want to watch me with, will you?"

"No."

"Good," Paige said.

"I want to be there, though," Bobby added.

"What? Like... when I'm... with Ken?" Paige asked, shocked.

"Yes."

"Bobby, you don't have to... I mean... do you... want to be there?"

"I want to support you. I love you. I want to be your boyfriend no matter what."

Paige smiled. She truly loved Bobby and was happy he would be there, though she wasn't sure if it was the best idea she could think of for their relationship. Did Bobby get off thinking about her with other men, she wondered. She knew he loved it when she made out with the girl at the party, as he kept asking her about the experience when they fooled around for months afterward. The notion of having to recall the details of her first lesbian experience to Bobby was a slight turn on for Paige. However, the idea that she had to have sex with another woman scared her as she wasn't gay, but until now she also wasn't the polyamorous type or much of an exhibitionist, either. This was all very new territory for Paige's sexuality, which was blooming in a way she never imagined.

When Paige and Bobby showed up at Ken's office the next day and explained the situation to him, Ken seemed slightly more comfortable with it knowing Bobby was on board. The idea of fucking her in front of Bobby didn't seem to turn Ken off at all, Paige realized. She wondered if he'd get off on it, or had done something like this before with Aurora.

"Are you sure you want to be here for this, Bobby?" Ken asked.

Bobby watched Paige shift anxiously on her feet, the gazelle in the lion's den. He couldn't abandon her when he had promised to be there through the whole thing. Still, the thought of watching his girlfriend give herself so willingly to another man mad him insanely jealous and stirred a possessive side of his character he hadn't yet been acquainted with. And yet, something inside his loins stirred and drew him to stay.

"I'm in love with Paige, and she wants me to be here."

Paige smiled warmly. She was happy Bobby was here, though she wasn't sure what it would do to their relationship once he actually watched her have sex with another man. She was so used to Bobby, she wasn't sure how she'd handle intimacy with another man, let alone Ken. She tried to control her breathing and prepare herself mentally for what she was getting herself into. This was what being a woman was all about, Paige thought. She wasn't a girl anymore, so she had to make these sorts of decisions on her own. Her heart raced inside her chest to think Bobby was even watching her now. It was all for him, she kept reminding herself. She was doing this so she could be with Bobby and live her dream with him.

"And Paige, you're okay with him watching you?"

"I don't want there to be any secrets between us. I want Bobby to know that I'm only doing this for us, not because I'm a slut or straying... not that I don't like you!" she quickly corrected, nervous about her choice of wording to and about her manager.

"Fair enough. But I don't think anyone in this room thinks anything like that about you. I know Bobby is crazy about you, Paige, but so am I. We're all friends tonight."

"I know," Paige said, sipping the soda in front of her nervously.

"So if there's anything at all I can do to make you or Bobby more comfortable..."

"I think I'm as comfortable as I'm going to be."

"Well, how about we dance? Do you like to dance?"

Ken picked up a nearby remote and, with a click of a button, filled the office with a soft jazz ensemble. His moving expertly and the hunger in Ken's eyes made Paige feel like a nervous schoolgirl. She awkwardly put her arms around him as he slid his hand around the small of her back and gently pressed himself against her. Where Bobby was a boy, Ken was a man, nearly twice her age and size. She shuddered to think how big his penis might be, and if it would hurt when it was actually inside of her. Paige tried to push the thought from her mind, unaware of how excited it was making her. 

Paige had a fascination with penises and thought about them constantly whenever she masturbated. The first time she'd given Bobby a handjob, she let him watch her masturbate at the same time just because she wanted to know what it would feel like to have an orgasm with the actual organ in her hand. It also helped that she loved the person it was attached to. When Paige had finally came, she had never felt so ashamed or embarrassed in her life. But when she was naked with Bobby, nothing was ever off limits for him. However he wanted to touch her, caress her, talk to her, or fuck her... Paige was always happy to oblige. Nothing was off limits. Just like tonight, she kept reminding herself.

"You're an amazingly beautiful woman, Paige," Ken told her. Paige blushed.

"Thank you..." she said. 

"You don't have to do this you know..."

"I know, but... I want to make you feel good."

Ken pulled Paige against his crotch. She felt a stiff bulge press against her pelvis. He was definitely going to be bigger than Bobby, which made her nervous and excited.

"Do you feel what you do to me, Paige?"

Paige awkwardly slid her hand down over his belt and gently cupped the bulge. She saw the breath escape from Ken's mouth when she put her hands on him. She smiled at Ken and blushed. Bobby watched this, amazed at how aroused he was becoming...

Paige felt Ken's hand slide beneath her shirt and stop at her underwire. He started to caress the skin just beneath her bra. They looked into each other's eyes, Paige obviously more nervous that Bobby was watching them than Ken seemed to be. She hoped he would be a good lover and that she could at least please him in return. He had probably been with dozens of women, maybe hundreds. How could she or would she compare? She kept wondering why Ken would even want her.

"You can put your hands under my bra if you want," Paige said matter-of-factly.

"Do you like it when I touch you like this?"

"Yeah..." she nodded bashfully, feeling the bulge stiffen against her groin.

Paige continued to massage the bulge in Ken's pants gently as his hands slipped under her underwire and over the naked flesh of her breasts under her bra. He ran his fingers over and around her nipples, gently teasing and pulling them. He then kneaded her breasts and massaged them gently, which felt like Heaven to Paige. Even Bobby had never given her a breast massage like this before.

"That feels nice," Paige murmured.

Bobby just watched Ken continue to grope his girlfriend, wondering how much of this he could take before speaking up. Still, the idea of Ken feeling Paige up kind of excited Bobby in a twisted way that he wasn't familiar with.

Ken slipped a hand out of Paige's bra and slid it back down her tummy and toward her pants. He gently traced his fingers across the naked skin just above her pants, occasionally dragging them just inside her panties and back out again. Finally, he slipped his hand down into her underwear, down the silky smooth path to her vagina where he found her aching nub and wetness. Paige moaned when his fingers slipped over her privates, a part of her body only Bobby had ever been allowed to see or touch before. And here she was, letting her manager touch it. The sensation of his hands in her pants and on her body made her melt.

"You shave," Ken said smiling.

"I hope you like it."

"I do. I always wondered if you did or not."

Ken slipped his middle finger into Paige's vagina, which caused her to stir.

She blushed when he did, but wasn't prepared for the pleasure she would feel

Paige whimpered like an animal and pressed herself closer to Ken. She turned and looked at Bobby who watched them nervously. Paige felt Ken's fingers slip into her wetness and begin to gently penetrate her, in and out over and over. Ken brought his other hand out of her bra to pull her panties and jeans away from her body so that he could look inside them at her hairless pubic region.

"I think it's really hot that you shave. It's a sexy look for you..." Ken told her.

"Thanks," Paige replied, nervously.

Ken removed his fingers from Paige and showed them to her, covered in her wetness and tainted in her forbidden aroma. The sight and smell of her arousal excited Paige in a way she had never felt before. Ken then did something unexpected when he put the mess to her mouth. Paige opened it, suddenly aware that she was meant to suck her own excitement off his fingers. She closed her eyes and took him into her mouth, slowly sucking on his fingers.


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"How far down can you go..." he asked, pushing his fingers deeper into her mouth and causing her to gag. But that didn't stop him. His fingers plunged into her throat.

"You can deep-throat?" he asked incredulously as Paige tried to keep her throat relaxed, but started to convulse. She pulled him out of her throat and coughed, embarrassed by her inexperience and inability to hold her own. Her eyes watered over and tears began to run down her cheeks from the invasion in her throat. 

"For a second, maybe. Sorry..."

"I can't even imagine you giving head, Paige."

"Something tells me you already have..."

"Does that make you uncomfortable?" Ken asked honestly.

"I guess not."

"What if I told you that I've masturbated to you before?"

Bobby shifted uneasily, knowing someone bigger and more successful than him was lusting after his girlfriend, a girl he could easily snatch and take away from him. Still, there was something arousing to Bobby about watching her melt into Ken's embrace and give in to her forbidden desires. Paige was a rockstar, so Bobby always knew that the competition for her affection was going to be fierce. But when they first started dating, he never imagined Paige was going to turn out to be a creature as sexually curious as he was. There was something exciting about watching his nubile girlfriend slowly corrupt herself with Ken. The very sight made Bobby's cock stir. 

"I don't mind..." Paige said.

"And one thing I've always wondered is what you look like completely naked. So why don't you take off your clothes for me? You don't mind do you?" Ken asked.

Paige shook her head. She crossed her arms and peeled off her t-shirt, revealing her zebra striped bra and naval ring beneath. She reached around and unhooked her bra behind herself. Hesitatly, Paige pulled the garment away from her chest, revealing her medium-sized, milky white mounds with puffy, pink areoles and hard nipples. It was the first time she had revealed breasts to anyone but Bobby. She turned and looked at him, searching for his approval, wondering what was going through his mind. She had promised him that her body belonged to her and him only, but now she was sharing it with another and it didn't seem to arouse so much as a single word of protest from him. She turned back to Ken who drank in her breasts hungrily, reaching out and groping them, mashing them together, squeezing them and lifting them as if testing their ripeness. He was like a horny schoolboy, but it made her more wet knowing he had fantasized about her sexually and was now touching her in ways she never thought she would have allowed him to.

"Wow, Paige, these are amazing..." he complimented, eyes fixated on her chest.

Paige unbuckled her belt and slowly slid her pants down her long, silky smooth white legs. Then, she pulled down her underwear, revealing her freshly shaven labia to Ken. His eyes lit up at the sight of it. Paige was completely nude in front of Bobby and her manager, on full display for them both. She shifted uneasily before them.

"I love that you shave, Paige. Otherwise I wouldn't be able to see how beautiful your vagina is." Ken reached out and gently brushing his fingertips over her wet clitoris, which caused her to melt. Her womanhood was his tonight, Paige decided.

"Can I see your ass?"

Paige nervously turned around and offered her naked backside to Ken. Her slender, milky back ended in two large, juicy cheeks. For a petite girl, Paige had one amazingly plump ass. Paige looked to Bobby for approval. He just nodded as Ken reached out and began to gently trace his hands over her backside.

"Wow, Paige... look at that thing!"

"You like?" She asked nervously.

"I love girls who have a nice butt. It's so perfectly formed. I bet Bobby loves taking you from behind."

Paige blushed at the thought of what she must look like from behind to a boy.

Ken slapped one of her cheeks and watched Paige's butt jiggle, which caused Paige to scream out in surprise.

"You don't mind if I spank you, do you?" he asked.

"No..." she stammered.

Ken led Paige over to the couch and then awkwardly bent her over his knee, which sort of humiliated her. She felt ashamed, like she had done something wrong, and was being punished and humiliated in front of her helpless boyfriend because of it. She blushed at being so quickly taken advantage of by Ken and wondered if he had fantasized about this before while masturbating. The thought of him grabbing his cock and stroking it until it spurted semen made Paige squirm. She was embarrassed to find that she was getting wet at the thought.

"Are you going to be a good little girl tonight?" Ken asked.

"What?" she asked, confused. 

Ken slapped her hard again, her butt jiggling and causing her to cry out. "I asked you if you're going to be a good little girl tonight," Ken said again.

"Yes," Paige muttered, her cheeks stinging from the sharp blow.

"Yes... what?" Ken asked.

"Yes, I'll be a good little girl tonight."

Ken slapped Paige hard on her ass again.

"Ow!" she screamed.

Bobby shifted uneasily, somewhat put-off and somewhat aroused by this treatment of his rockstar girlfriend. He had never spanked her like this before, but he knew that the next time he had the chance that he would be leaving some handprints on her ass.

"Well then... why don't you spread your legs for me?" Ken asked.

Ken let Paige crawl off him and sit down on the couch beside him. She was curious to see a bulge forming in Bobby's pants. Was it turning him on to see her naked in front of another man and being manhandled like that? Paige spread her legs nervously, displaying her vagina in full bloom to Ken. He saw her lips swollen and aching, her slit shimmering with anticipation, her clit aching for attention. He slipped his hands over her soft breasts and stared at her womanhood on display for his and Bobby's pleasure. He slowly started to trace his fingers over her flower.

"Bobby, you don't mind if I touch your girlfriend's privates do you?" he asked.

"If she's okay with it..." Bobby said.

Ken turned to Paige. "Are you?"

Paige turned to Bobby nervously. He nodded approvingly. She swallowed hard.

"Well, you already have..." Paige moaned.

Ken brushed his hands over Paige's swollen lips, running his fingers over her labia and pressing them just inside of her. He bent down and took one of her breasts into his mouth and gently sucked on it like an infant. Paige placed a hand on his head and began to run it through is dark hair, looking up at Bobby who watched on. For some reason, knowing Bobby was watching her give herself to Ken sexually aroused her. She wondered what was going on in Bobby's head and thought about his stiff cock...

Ken inched down to Paige's womanhood and breathed in her intoxicating aroma. He inhaled deeply, which made Paige incredibly nervous and self-conscious.

"I love the way you smell, Paige... it's like a forbidden fruit."

Ken then dragged his tongue up from the bottom of her opening all the way up to her clitoris, which caused Paige's whole body to go rigid as ecstasy surged through her pussy. She cried out, which made her ashamed since Bobby was watching. She tried to fight it, but Paige loved getting eaten out, and she knew that Bobby knew. This was the point of no return for Paige. Ken's tongue pushed into her slit. He peeled her labia apart and licked them clean. He flicked his tongue over her clitoris. Then, his fingers plunged into her wetness and she started to moan and groan loudly.

"You taste amazing, sweetie," Ken said. Paige could feel his hot breath on her nub.

Paige sighed with pleasure. 

"Has anyone ever tasted your pussy before?"

"You're the only other person to even see it other than Bobby."

"You don't mind if I call it a pussy do you?"

Paige shook her head.

Bobby looked over, the sight of his girlfriend's excitement glistening all over her longtime manager's mouth and chin a slightly arousing, yet forbidden sight. He started to grab at his bulge like it was driving him crazy, Paige saw, wishing she could reach out and suck on his penis right then and there. Maybe she'd finally get to see Ken's manhood. She'd thought about his cock before. But all she could focus on was her own orgasm building deep against her G-Spot and surging around her clitoris. Ken continued to lap at her like a hungry animal, trying to consume her womanhood and all of the nectar that leaked out of it. Paige finally threw her legs around Ken's head and tried to drag him deeper inside of her. Ken put both of his hands under her butt and then lifted her from the couch, slowly dragging his face all over her wet flower and smearing her excitement all over his prickly stubble and nose. Paige screamed out at the sight of him doing this, and bucked against his movements. Ken finally pulled away from the flower, left sopping wet.

"Keep eating me."

"Eating you where?" he asked playfully.

"My... my pussy!" Paige screamed out.

Ken finally shoved both of his fingers into Paige's hole and caused her to scream out.

Paige felt the pleasure and pressure deep inside her explode out over her clitoris. It was a tingling sensation that sent pins and needles all over her privates. The release of pressure caused an eruption inside her. A flooding of forbidden nectar between her legs embarrassed Paige. She saw it flow out and splash against Ken's waiting mouth and nose, hoping that it would not upset him to get ejaculated on by a girl.

"Wow..." was all he said.

Ken pulled himself up and then brought Paige in for an unexpected, deep, and incredibly wet kiss. She felt her own juices smear against her face, the taste of her own orgasm biting on her tongue. But then, Paige felt Ken release a mouthful of her own juices into her mouth, which caused her to gag for a second. The bitter-sweet taste swirled around her mouth not just the taste of female excitement, but her own. She never considered herself a lesbian, but the taste was forbidden and exciting. Paige knew she had to swallow it in order to regain control of the kiss, but when Ken broke away, most of the liquid spilled out of her mouth over her chin and breasts. What little remained, she swallowed, but the sight of having her own cum spill out of her mouth onto her naked body made her embarrassed. Even Bobby had never seen or tried to do anything like that with her.

"Jesus..." she said.

"Wow..."

"Yeah..." was all she could manage, mini-quakes rippling through her electrified pussy tormenting her and causing more eruptions to burst inside of her flower. 

Both Bobby and Ken were drawn to the sight of Paige's vagina, nectar spontaneously spilling out it from her orgasms, the smell of her filling the room and mesmerizing both of them. Bobby couldn't believe he just let Ken watch his girlfriend cum. Or that he just watched Ken make her cum with his permission.

"So, I bet you've given Bobby a blowjob before?" Ken asked suddenly.

"Yeah."

"Do you like giving head?" Ken asked.

"Mm-hmm."

"Tell me why."

"I really like seeing how hard I make a guy!" she exclaimed.

"Have you ever thought about how hard you make me?" Ken asked, honestly.

"Maybe..."

"Do you want to see?"

"You know I do."

"I guess I don't. Tell me what you want to see."

"Your cock."

Bobby knew that Ken was bigger than him for pragmatic reasons, and also knew how much Paige loved cock. For a sweet, innocent girl, she was definitely fascinated with his penis and the male genitalia. She wasn't much for looking at porn usually, but Bobby did remember stumbling across some Playgirl JPEGS hidden on her laptop one day when she had asked him to fix her computer. All of the pictures involved very well endowed men. Still, it was sort of hot to watch her squirm toward Ken's belt, which he helped unfasten before pulling his slacks down with his boxers, revealing his 8-inch erection, throbbing and dripping at the tip. His pubic region was neatly trimmed, his shaft covered in thick veins. His engorged, reddish head pulsed. 

Paige reached out and grabbed it. She had never seen anything like it before. Paige ran her hands over it, biting her lip at the sensation of feeling such impressive girth in her grip. She pulled herself up and took the impressive cock into one hand, using the other to gently massage his balls while she kissed the base of his shaft. Occasionally, Paige dragged her tongue to the tip, her tongue running up and down the thick veins, until finally sliding over the pre-cum dripping from his tip. The salty taste of him filled Paige's mouth as she began to swirl her tongue around the tip. She looked up into Ken's eyes for approval, which he gave with a nod, and then she took his head into her wet, warm mouth. Ken groaned.

"Oh, my God... Paige..." he moaned.

Bobby couldn't believe his eyes. Paige forced herself to take a large portion of Ken's sizable tool into her throat, the guttural sound of her gag reflex being violated turning Bobby on even more than he would have liked. Bobby knew Ken was going to be in for the blowjob of a lifetime, because Paige loved sucking dick.

She forced his cock into her throat and began to bob up and down on it, letting her mouth slide back and forth over his sensitive shaft. Her hands stroked him all over at the same time. Paige occasionally took him out of her mouth, thick strands of pre-cum and saliva stretching away from Ken's penis when she did. It was an erotic sight to behold: a spider-web of desire connecting Ken's penis to the home it was making inside of Paige's throat. When she would take him back into her throat, Paige continued to bob up and down on him. She looked like a slut, Bobby thought, embarrassed that he could have such a cruel thought about his lover. But the fact was, she was naked, on her knees, and sucking another man's cock for gain. He hated to think of her like a slut, but it turned him on even more to see his girlfriend reduce herself to such a position. Still, she seemed to be enjoying herself, occasionally taking Ken's thick penis out of her mouth and using both of her hands to stroke and mold it like clay. 

"Oh, Paige... sweetie... look at me. I want to see those emerald green eyes looking right at me when you're sucking my dick," Ken managed.

Paige flashed him an innocent smile with his manhood stuffed deep in her throat.

"How deep can you take me?" he asked.

Paige gagged herself on his penis, which pushed over the back of her tongue and against her gag-reflex. It wasn't enough for Ken, who took Paige's head into his hands and then forced his entire length into the back of her throat, which caused her nose to press into his pubic region and her neck to swell. Bobby had seen Paige deep-throat before, but never anything as big as Ken's penis. Her neck was literally bulging because of it, her eyes watering and causing her make-up to run down her cheeks. Ken forced her to stay just like that, even as she fought for air. Paige was having trouble breathing, but realized Ken wanted her mouth longer than she was initially willing to give it, so she forced herself to breathe through her nose as he held her head in place. When she started to shake, Ken released her, pre-cum and saliva spilling out of her throat with the massive erection. Paige burst out into a coughing fit, which Ken seemed to find amusing. She looked up him seeking approval for her botched attempt. Ken smiled incredulously and pushed the hair out of her eyes.

"Not many girls your age can deep-throat a cock, Paige."

"I guess I'm not most girls my age," she replied with ruined make-up, her lips and chin glistening with spit and pre-cum.

Ken smiled. He then placed his erection on her cheek, which caused Paige to shudder, the sensation of his cock against her cheek causing her body to flood with excitement. He just rested it there and smiled down at her.

"Does that feel good?" Ken asked.

"Yes... I love your penis," she admitted. 

"Bobby, Paige is amazing..."

"She is..." Bobby said.

"I want to fuck you, Paige."

"Okay..."

Ken picked her up in his powerful arms and carried her over to the table where he climbed on top of her and positioned his aching head at her soaking entrance. She felt it there, nervous at how much it was about to stretch her out and hurt her. The first time Bobby pushed into her, she screamed out and was in tears. She looked up into Ken's eyes, nervous as a virgin, and stroked his hair. Ken smiled down at her.

"I'm glad it's you..." she admitted.

"Me too, sweetie."

"Be gentle."

"I will."

Ken took the head of his penis and dragged it up and down her opening.

"Ready?"

Paige swallowed nervously and looked to Bobby. She reached out to him. He nervously approached her and took her hand in his. She smiled nervously at him.

"You ready?" she asked him.

"Yeah..." Bobby admitted, not knowing that he was.

Ken pushed inside of Paige as she tightened her grip around Bobby's hand.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" she screamed as Ken shoved his whole girth into her tight hole. 

The pleasure and pain surging through Paige's vagina was unlike anything else she had ever felt. She looked up into Ken's eyes as he slowly began to fuck her, obviously enjoying himself more than she was. She bit down on her lip and turned back to Bobby, her only lifeline. She smiled at him, thankful to have him with her.

"I love you, sweetie," she managed.

"I love you too..." he said.

Bobby watched Ken fuck his girlfriend and decided he couldn't take anymore. He was more uncomfortable being the only one dressed in the room and decided to change that. He pulled off his shirt much to his girlfriend's surprise and excitement. When he got down to his boxers, kicking away his pants, it was obvious he was already excited. His erection pitched a perfect tent inside his boxers, a tiny wet spot forming right where the tip pressed against the cotton. He was nervous about being outshined by Ken, suddenly feeling smaller than before, knowing Paige would forever have this experience to compare. 

"Paige... I think your boyfriend wants you to do something with him," Ken said.

"Yeah," she admitted. "Come here." Paige signaled for Bobby to step closer, which he did as Ken continued to pound into her harder and faster. The sounds of their genitals slapping together drove Bobby wild, but when Paige reached out and yanked his boxers off his cock, he forgot all about his insecurities and anxiety. Her breath felt like a breath of Heaven against him, her grip welcome and soothing to his discomfort.

"Bobby, you have such a beautiful dick," Paige admitted mid-coitus, slowly running her hands over Bobby's erect penis, molding his foreskin over his head and back again. "It's my favorite part of your body," she said, before slipping it into her mouth.

Paige started to fellate Bobby while Ken fucked her. She had never felt like a bigger whore in her life, attempting to sloppily deep-throat her boyfriend's cock while Ken continued to fuck her and grope her chest. Her breasts bounced happily around with each thrust, driving Paige crazy as her manager and boyfriend's cocks continued to push in and out of her. Bobby had never been so forceful when inside her mouth as he was being then, essentially fucking his girlfriend's throat and causing her to continuously gag on his cock while Ken continued to fuck her. Paige looked up into Bobby's eyes as he continued to push the cock she loved so much further and further into the back of her throat, causing saliva and pre-cum to spill all over her already messy face. She winked at Bobby, which made him smile.

"Paige, you're so fucking tight..." Ken moaned.

"I'm surprised I can fit you. Ah... your dick is so bi--" she was cut off as Bobby rocketed his cock into the back of her throat, causing her to gag instantly.




Diary of a Rockstar Ch. 01



"Sweetie, it's not polite to talk with your mouth full," Bobby said playfully.

Paige winked at Bobby and continued to let herself be taken.

Bobby looked down and saw Ken's penis furiously pumping in and out of his girlfriend's pussy, never before thinking that he would have so casually dismissed such a sight.

"Why don't we get you on all fours?" Ken suggested.

Paige felt a strange sense of frustration and relief when both men exited her. She stood up, feeling the mess between her legs, and fell to all fours, bracing herself.

Ken pushed into Paige from behind while she took her boyfriend's cock into her mouth. Paige groaned on Bobby's cock when Ken penetrated her from behind, stretching out the nubile rockstar's tight pussy even further. It was a mixture of both pain and pleasure for the maroon-haired vocalist who quickly found both men moving to one rhythm. When Ken thrust into her, so too did Bobby, causing a surge of pleasure to rush through her body from opposite directions. Bobby reached down and fondled Paige's breasts while Ken reached around and played with her clitoris, causing a fire to burn over it that felt like pure ecstasy.

"Oh God! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" Paige managed to scream when Bobby's cock wasn't muffling her words and causing her to gag and choke.

Even Bobby was starting to moan now.

"Okay, sweetie... I'm going to come soon. I'd love to come on your face," Ken said.

"My face?" Paige asked.

"Have you never let Bobby come on your face?"

"No..."

"Never?" Ken asked incredulously.

"Never."

"Do you know what it's called when a guy comes on a girl's face?" he asked.

"No..." Paige admitted.

"A facial..." Bobby informed her.

Paige didn't care why Bobby knew, but she imagined it had something to do with porn. She knew he watched it, based on some of the positions he tried to bend her in the first time they were together. The idea of Bobby shooting his sperm on her face actually turned her on a great deal. But was Ken going to cum on her face too? She couldn't imagine partaking in anything more sexually deviant than having her boyfriend and manager fuck each end of her, and now they wanted to ejaculate on her face. 

"Well, I tell you what, why don't you let Bobby come on your face... and if you don't like it, I'll come somewhere else. Where do you normally like his cum?" Ken asked.

"Uh, on my chest or in my mouth," Paige answered.

"Do you swallow?"

"Yes. I love the taste of cum," she admitted.

"Bobby, your girlfriend is about to be famous. Her face is going to be all over magazines and television. Don't you think it would be hot knowing that all of those pictures were taken after you came all over her pretty little face?" Ken asked.

So that was it, Paige thought. They wanted to mark her as their territory by covering her face in their seed. It seemed so barbaric, and yet so arousing to Paige at the same time. It would be hot to feel Bobby's semen on her face. She loved feeling it on her stomach or chest, especially when they fooled around in the morning so Paige could leave it on her body to dry. It made her feel so dirty, going to hang out with her friends later in the day, them never knowing that her breasts were lathered in dried semen inside of her bra. Sometimes, Paige would come home later and undress in front of the mirror before showering to inspect the damage. It usually flaked and dried against her chest by the end of the day, but it made Paige so horny knowing it was a present left all over her from her boyfriend, that it was an orgasm he spilt on her. She wondered what her face would look like not only right after, but later on if she had decided to leave it on her face. What might her friends think if they saw her now? 

"Bobby... have you thought about coming on my face?" Paige asked her boyfriend.

"Yeah."

"Then spray it on me, Bobby," she demanded, staring right at the tip of his cock.

Bobby began stroking himself feverishly, one hand stroking his shaft while the other cupped his balls. Paige felt Ken continue to slowly push in and out of her while Bobby began to moan and groan, sweat spilling down his temples. His face was flush, his breathing erratic and labored. Bobby was about to erupt like a volcano all over Paige, covering her in a thick helping of cum. And it was all she wanted so long as Ken kept fucking her like he owned her. It made her feel like a whore, but with all of the ecstasy surging through her pussy, it wasn't an unwelcome feeling.

"Oh, Paige..." Ken said, grabbing her hips.

"Keep going. I want to come when Bobby comes on my face!" Paige begged.

Ken sighed and began to slow down, which made it even worse for Paige, remembering just how tight and sensitive her privates were to this sort of treatment. But as she stared into Bobby's penis, aching for release on her face, Paige felt a familiar tingling sensation building up inside her and creeping up her clitoris.

"Oh, shit! I'm coming! Don't stop! Fuck!" Paige kept screaming.

"Paige..." was all Bobby could say to warn Paige that he was about to ejaculate on her.

And then Bobby screamed out.

Paige saw a thick rivulet of semen rocket out of his penis and fly right at her face. She felt it land up the length of her nose and forehead. Bobby's semen felt warm against her skin, and odd all at the same time. She'd had Bobby's seed spill out the corners of her mouth when he came inside of it, but never felt what it was to receive a cumshot to the face before. But judging by the look in his eyes, Bobby was enjoying himself. Paige saw another burst of her boyfriend's seed rocket out of his urethra and splatter up into the corner of her eye, landing against the side of her nose and down over her upper lip. His cum shot out in thick ropes that resembled long streaks of icing or vanilla glaze. She felt like a canvas that he was attempting to paint using his semen the way he meticulously tilted her head this way and that, trying to cover every corner of her face. Another thick burst of her boyfriend's sperm landed on her cheeks, another helping splattering across her upper lip and pooling right beneath her nose. The smell of semen filled her nostrils. And just as her boyfriend painted Paige like a whore for the first time... her own orgasm exploded deep inside of her. She felt Ken pull out of her and rush over to Paige. She looked up at him, her face dripping in her boyfriend's seed...

"How do I look?"

Ken was astonished to see his little nubile rockstar client wearing her first facial. 

"You look like a little glazed donut, sweetie..." Ken breathed, grabbing his aching penis dripping in Paige's nectar. The smell of her own excitement and the feeling of being seen with her boyfriend's cum on her face (and the feeling of it dripping down it), caused Paige's orgasms to explode deep within her again like an aftershock.

"You don't mind if I add my cum to that masterpiece?" he asked.

She shook her head. "Come on my face."

Ken shot a thick helping of his white hot cum up across the entire length of her face, which landed across her forehead, the bridge of her nose, and her cheek. Paige couldn't believe how much cum was on her face already, but having Ken add to the damage and dump even more semen onto her made her feel like an even bigger slut. 

She felt another thick burst splatter over her brow and eye, more warm liquid splattering her temples and cascading down into her boyfriend's seed already sliding down her face. Was this what guys liked doing to girls? Coming on their faces? The act itself seemed so degrading to Paige, but it made her more wet than when she swallowed mouthfuls of it at a time when Bobby let loose during fellatio. Still, it caused her orgasm to continuously torment her vagina with ecstasy.

Ken shot another thick strand up onto Paige's nose, which landed and caught right over the tip of it, causing the entire strand to dangle awkwardly off it like a pendulum. When Ken's orgasm subsided, it hung loosely in front of her lips.

"Wow... I can't believe this," Ken moaned.

When Paige's orgasm finally subsided, she suddenly felt ashamed of herself, kneeling like that, her pussy juices dripping down her inner thighs, her face covered in two separate men's cum, one of whom was not her boyfriend. 

"You look very beautiful with cum on your face, Paige, sweetie," Ken told her.

"Really?"

"Yeah," Bobby added.

"Just never thought I'd be wearing it on my face... especially yours!" Paige said to Ken, every movement she made causing the sperm dangling from her nose to stretch and swing casually.

"I never thought I'd get the chance to," Ken said.

"Have you been waiting to do that to me for a while?" Paige asked, curiously.

"I've thought about it before."

"I'm glad you got to see. I kind of like knowing you know what my face looks like with cum all over it," Paige said sincerely.

"Yeah?" Ken asked.

"Every time I see you I'm going to think about you looking just like this," Ken said.

"I don't mind."

"You don't mind if I take some pictures do you?"

"No."

Ken tore through his pants pockets on the floor and pulled out his phone. He turned to Paige on all fours and held out his hand to help her up.

"Look right at the camera, Paige..." Ken ordered. 

Paige looked up, and in an instant, her cum-face was captured over and over by Ken. "Do you want to see what you look like with all of that cum on your face?" Ken asked.

Paige nodded.

Both Bobby and Ken led her over to the private bathroom. Paige stepped in and looked at her face through one eye. She couldn't believe the reflection in the mirror. It couldn't have belonged to her. Paige had her kinks, but what she saw was beyond that. She was staring at herself, buck-naked, her face covered in a cascading coat of opaque semen delivered to her directly by the two naked men inching up behind her. She reached up and touched her fingers to the layer of icing coating her face and pulled a small helping away, bringing it to her mouth to swallow. The sight of the whore she had let herself become only made the mess between Paige's legs flow further down her inner thighs. The mess her boyfriend and manager made on her face was a sight unlike anything she'd seen before. She wondered what her fans might think if they could see her now, and how many of her fans would kill for an opportunity to spill their seed on her face like she had just let Bobby and Ken do.

"What do you think?" Bobby asked.

"It's amazing... all of the cum..." Paige said nervously.

Paige turned back to Ken. "Will you send Bobby and me those pictures?" she asked.

"Of course."

"Okay, well... I think I just earned our place on the roster at Warped Tour?"

"Yes, a deal is a deal."

"Good. I'm going to shower in the meantime... you boys are welcome to join."

Bobby and Ken followed Paige into Ken's shower. Bobby stepped in front of Paige, Ken behind. Ken gave her a little poke while Bobby turned on the shower and aimed it right at Paige's face. The water made Paige feel clean again, as all of the cum and juices from their threesome washed off her face and body. Paige felt Ken massage a handful of cool shampoo into her scalp as Bobby bent down and lathered up her pussy, meticulously massaging and washing every part of her womanhood. When After Ken helped Paige rinse her hair, she fell to her knees and lathered up both of her lovers' penises. She felt them stiffen and pulsate in her hands while she cleansed the filthy boys. When she was finished, she planted a kiss on each of their tips.

"There. All clean," Paige said devilishly.

TO BE CONTINUED...

NEXT: Diary of a Rockstar: Love at the Warped Tour



Diary of a Rockstar Ch. 02



Comments are always welcome! I really like to see what it is you guys like and don't about the stories. I hope you enjoy this one... 

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When Paige Whitman first saw her band's name on the local roster for their first Warped Tour show at the fairgrounds in Indianapolis, her heart started racing. The bus ride (a rental and gift from Ken) turned Paige, Bobby, and her other band mates into kids in a toy store. After bunks were called and the on-board X-Box had been discovered, everybody settled in and eventually found their own projects to keep them busy on the long drive down to Indiana. Paige and Bobby stowed themselves away in the tiny bottom bunk in the back of the bus, curtain drawn to allow them a little privacy for some much-needed fooling around. Paige was trying not to get too carried away in the heat of the moment. But in such enclosed spaces, it was hard to ever get the privacy they greatly needed to help each other release pent up sexual frustration. It wasn't until after their show on Second Stage that they got together in one of the public showers. Paige snuck him into the woman's shower and into one of the stalls. The sound of the hot shower running, along with all of the music pollution outside and in, the two were able to converse privately. They undressed each other and stepped into the private stall under a much-needed stream of hot water, vapor wrapping round their naked bodies as they began to intertwine and kiss each other.

"So, we haven't had a chance to really talk about... the other night. Why we're even here," Bobby said, unable to stop from reaching up and molesting Paige's breasts.

"No, I guess we haven't," Paige replied, distracted by her boyfriend's erect penis in her hand, which she wanted to mold in her grip like wet clay. She kept her other hand cupped firmly around her boyfriend's balls, which she loved to firmly massage.

"Did you have fun the other night with Ken?" Bobby asked, the sensation of Paige's hands on his penis driving him to run his fingers down his girlfriend's nipples, past her naval and hairless vulva, until finding her slit and pushing them deep inside it. 

"Yeah. A lot..."

"You'd wanted that for a long time, didn't you?"

"I hope you're not mad at me. It was just a fantasy," Paige moaned, feeling her lover's fingers push in and out of her slit with a gentle rhythm that made Paige hornier than she'd felt since right before Ken fucked her silly with Bobby the other night. It was a memory Paige would cherish forever. Unfortunately, it was a memory that she wouldn't get to tell any of her friends and family about, much as she wanted to in a few special circumstances. Still, Ken knew it had happened, and that mattered when Paige thought about the fact that he was probably masturbating to her right then.

"I'm not. I got to live out one of mine," Bobby said.

"Coming on my face?"

Paige looked up at Bobby and saw he was staring at her face. She imagined he was reflecting on what it had looked like covered in his cream... maybe with Ken's too...

"Yeah. Seeing all of that cum on your face was really hot," Bobby admitted.

"Had you been wanting to do that to me for a long time?" she asked, stroking Bobby up and down his thick shaft, firmly massaging and gently squeezing his balls for him.

"Yeah. You looked really hot like that too."

"With cum on my face?"

"Yeah..."

"Did you see that in a porn movie?"

"I..."

"It's okay. I don't mind that you watch it. I just want to know what you're watching. I want you to use me for your fantasies, not some two-dimensional videos online..."

"Yeah?" Bobby said, Paige's hands cupping his balls and molding his erection slowly. 

Bobby loved the way she looked at his cock, like it was her personal plaything. The way some men were obsessed with boobs, Paige felt the same way about men's penises. It seemed odd to Bobby that their impromptu ménage a trois was Paige's first time receiving a load of cum on her face, but up until then she had only ever requested to receive Bobby's seed inside of her mouth or all over her breasts. He had always figured up until that she might find the act of being facialized a bit degrading. Instead, she seemed to really enjoy herself and the very taboo act itself.

"Yeah..." Paige said.

"Yeah, I see it in porn. I've always wanted to do it to you too. It's just such a hot look, especially when you have a face as beautiful as yours. To see it absolutely covered in cum? It's so forbidden. I think about all of the sperm swimming around on your pretty little face when my semen slowly slides down it, marking it as my territory..."

The description made Bobby's cock pulse in Paige's hand and her own body flooded with excitement. Paige felt one of Bobby's fingers at her anus and then push deep inside of it, causing her to whimper out with a mixture of pleasure and discomfort. Hearing him describe his sperm, not just his semen, but his sperm specifically on her face, made Paige wetter than before. She had never thought about how intimate the act had been until just then. Along with the help of Bobby's fingers inside of her butt and her pussy, Paige groaned in ecstasy as she continued to stroke her boyfriend...

"You want to know that you get to mark my famous face?" Paige managed.

"Yeah. Did you like it?"

"Yeah, I liked it a lot. I love that only you and Ken get to know what my privates look like, what they taste and smell like... and especially how I look like when I feel like a big slut with loads of cum all over my face. I like knowing I can be that for you two."

"I do too..."

"What about Ken? He came on my face too..." Paige remembered out loud.

"I don't mind. In a way you belong to him anyway... this just makes it sexual."

"I love you though. Ken is just..."

"Sex. I know," Bobby interrupted. "I love you too."

Paige leaned in and kissed Bobby as she continued to gently stroke his shaft with one hand and using the other to massage his balls, the feeling of his aching penis in her hands a more than welcome sensation for the horny rockstar who loved cock.

"So you don't think I'm a whore?"

"Well, maybe a little... but it's kind of hot actually. Do you like my finger in your ass?"

Paige grunted as Bobby pushed it deeper into her sphincter and wiggled it around.

"Yes. Yes, I do! God, I'm so embarrassed..." Paige moaned into Bobby's ear, the constricting tightness and deep pressure caused by his lone finger's invasion into her ass electrifying the sensations of the fingers pressed deep inside her flower.

"Don't be, I'm glad we're being so open about this stuff."

Paige felt Bobby's fingers inside her vagina and her back entrance. They dragged along the inside of her forbidden walls and pumped inside of her most sensitive holes that began to make Paige's orgasm press against her clitoris in a way that made her feel like she had to pee very badly. She knew the familiar sensation and how it was going to titillate her whole vagina when it finally did erupt inside of her.

"So a girl?" Paige asked, curious.

"Yeah..."

"I can't believe I'm even considering having sex with another girl."

"Have you ever thought about it?" Bobby asked, trying to ignore Paige's hands all over his aching erection just dripping with excitement and aching for release all over the beautiful naked rockstar before him. He wanted to paint her in his seed.

"Not really..." Paige admitted.

"Never?"

"Never."

"Why not?"

"I guess... because I like cock too much," Paige admitted, blushing, staring down at Bobby's swollen organ in her grip as he continued to pump in and out of her with his own fingers, erotically massaging the inside of her vagina and anus at the same time.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Yeah, I love yours. I love playing with your cock. I love molding it in my hands. I love how hard it gets and how it twitches when it needs some special attention..."

Bobby pulled his fingers out of Paige's privates.

"Why don't you give it some special attention, sweetie..."

Paige smiled and fell to her knees right there in the shower, under the hot water, and smiled up at her boyfriend. He knew, and she knew, that he she was going to suck his dick then. Paige finally flashed her boyfriend a mischievous look and wrapped her tongue around Bobby's engorged head. With that, Paige started to take Bobby deep into her mouth, and then into the back of her throat, bobbing up and down on him in the very public shower stall. Bobby's cock swelled deep inside Paige and started to throb over her wet tongue, seeking solace in the back of the nubile rockstar's throat. He still couldn't get over the fact that he got to see what Paige looked like with a thick cock stuffed deep inside of her mouth, her eyes still locked on his. He finally took himself out of her mouth, strings of pre-cum and saliva stretching away from her mouth, connecting it to the tip of his swollen member. 

"I've thought about you and another girl, you know..."

"Who?" Paige asked as Bobby reached down and broke the strand away from his cock and rubbed the mess onto her cheek.

"What about... Kelly?"

"Tyler's little sister?"

"She's 18 now too."

"You like Kelly?"

"Do you think she's attractive?"

"I suppose."

"Would you eat her pussy?"

"Oh my gosh... what did I get myself into..."

"A fair deal when I let you suck Ken's cock and fuck him right in front of me..."

"I guess you're right. Still..."

"Tell me."

"Is that what you want me to do? Eat another girl out?"

"Yes. More than anything I want you to know the amazing experience of tasting another woman, of smelling her flower, of tasting her forbidden fruit. I want to see her wet mound press against your nose and lips. Here, just taste yourself and see..."

Bobby bent down to Paige and made her sit back on the shower floor, legs spread. His eyes were directly on her vagina in full bloom. Paige still couldn't help but blush.

"I want you to really look at her. At her clitoris..." Bobby said.

Paige felt Bobby's fingers on her aching nub, gently massaging it in circles.

"At her labia..."

His fingers traced along the outside of her labia and slipped between her lips.

"To know her taste and smell..."

Bobby removed his fingers from Paige and offered them to her. She took them deep into her mouth and sucked the mess off of them, the sensation of tasting and swallowing her own pussy juices completely tantalizing and shocking to Paige.

"Sounds... erotic..." Paige admitted.

"I can't wait to watch you turn into a lesbian for me..." Bobby admitted, returning his fingers to his girlfriend's swollen pussy and gently massaging and fingering it.

"I'll turn into whatever you want me too..." Paige groaned, the electricity of her boyfriend's fingers on and inside her evoking Paige's most carnal responses and needs. She had never wanted to be anything more than just a lowly whore before...

Paige reached out and grabbed Bobby's stiff cock.

"I'll be whatever you want me to be."

"Be my whore, then."

"How? What do you want from me? I'll do anything..."

"Spread your pussy for me using your fingers," Bobby demanded.

Paige did as she was told, her body rushing and aching for orgasmic release. She used her fingers to gently part her labia and open her flower for Bobby so that he could see her pink flower. Bobby stared into his girlfriend's opened flower on display and then stood back up, taking his hard cock into his hands and aiming it at Paige.

"Suck on my balls, sweetie," Bobby said.

Paige nodded and moved just beneath her boyfriend's cock. She loved sucking on Bobby's balls, the feeling of having them inside her mouth always making her wet. She imagined simply draining them into her mouth and swallowing up all of the cum that they could produce for her. Paige took Bobby's balls into her mouth and began to gently suck on them while using her hands to knead and massage them firmly. She felt her boyfriend's powerful hands run through her hair as she began to gently rub own aching little nub, which was just screaming out for attention at this point. But she wanted to make Bobby cum, and making him cum was going to make her cum, that much she knew. She also wanted to have Bobby's warm cum on her face.

"Beg me for a facial," Bobby demanded, standing back up over Paige and taking his erection into his hand, furiously masturbating right over her nervous face.

"Come on my face, Bobby. I'm begging you..."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, sweetie... just let yourself go... all over this pretty little rockstar's face. My face. I want cum all over it. I want to feel your sperm swimming over my face..."

"Oh, God, sweetie... tilt your head back!" Bobby screamed.

Bobby shot a thick rope of white, hot semen rocketing onto her forehead and down over her cheeks. Paige shuddered as the sensation of her boyfriend's seed caused her own excitement to overflow and start to burst out inside her vagina.

Still, Paige kept still as her orgasms began to riddle her. A second rope of Bobby's seed splattered up over her nose and down across her lips and chin, while a third quickly shot out right up into the corner of her eye before pooling down in the mess already running down her cheek. Paige closed her eyes just as Bobby shot another helping of his semen... his sperm... right across her closed eyelid. She felt it congeal into her eyelashes and cascade across her cum-soaked cheeks and felt like a whore. 

"Wow..." was all Bobby could say, looking down at his cum-covered girlfriend.

Paige looked up at him and whimpered as another orgasm erupted inside of her that drained her. When Paige's orgasm subsided and she had suddenly realized that she was left kneeling under the hot shower, her face covered in Bobby's semen. She felt embarrassed and ashamed, wondering what Bobby must think to have a girlfriend who would disgrace herself such as she had just now and with Ken. 

"Wow is right," Paige added as Bobby helped her stand and then pulled her out of the shower into the changing stall right in front of it. Soaking wet, Paige grew frigid as she curiously watched Bobby rifle through his clothes on the bench. When he pulled out his phone, Paige's heart began to beat rapidly inside her chest. She instantly knew, just like the other night, that she was going to have her facial captured.

"I want to show Ken what I just did to you," Bobby said. 

The idea of Bobby wanting to show Ken, a man Paige fucked and let come on her face, how he had just come on her face, made Paige suddenly hornier than ever. It was as if her body had forgotten that she had just come on the floor of this very public shower. The thought made her feel dirty, like some groupie or band slut. She was neither of these things. She was the rockstar, and yet, here she was in the public shower stall buck naked and soaking wet with her boyfriend's sperm sliding down her face and through her sealed eye. 

"I can't open my eye..." Paige admitted, embarrassed.

"That's okay."

Bobby turned the camera on and a second later Paige's cum-covered face was being photographed over and over. Paige blushed at the thought of being reduced to this, but it made her wet knowing Ken was going to get to see her cum-face again.

"Stand back just a bit, I want him to see you naked with my cum on your face."

Paige stepped back into the stall as Bobby framed the photo so he could capture his less than graceful, very naked girlfriend's full nudity in the frame, while at the same time photographing her over and over.

"Turn around."

Paige hesitatingly turned around, revealing her large, supple butt to Bobby. She turned her head back around, her face still an awful mess of her boyfriend's seed.

"Like this?" she asked.

"Perfect. Now, sit back down on the shower floor and spread your legs for me."

Paige nervously stepped back into the stall, careful not to let the water splash onto her face for fear of it ruining Bobby's facial. She crawled into the corner and slid back down onto the floor, spreading her legs wide open and revealing her glistening vagina to Bobby and, eventually, Ken. Bobby snapped off photos of her porn-star pose as she felt cum sliding down her chin and hanging off her face in thick icicles.

"Spread your lips..."

Paige pulled her labia apart and showed Bobby her pink flower in full bloom. Finally, Bobby was satisfied, or so it seemed. His cock never softened, and she wondered if he had any more cum to cover her with inside those balls she so enjoyed sucking on. But for now, he needed to recover, she imagined. Bobby put the phone away and then pulled Paige up under the water, helping her wash away all of the sticky semen he left on her face, biting and nipping at the back of her neck while occasionally giving her a poke from behind. He helped make her clean again, wholesome and virginal like before...

"There... all clean," Bobby whispered into her ear. "Let's get dressed."

"Are you really going to send those to Ken?" Paige asked, as she slipped her panties up onto her hips, knowing that they would be soaked through an instant later.

"I already did."

Paige couldn't imagine what his response would be.

Bobby and Paige finally cleaned themselves up under the shower and returned to the tour bus where they met up with their band-mates. After some lunch and a much-needed nap in her boyfriend's arms, Paige awoke alone. She looked around and then checked her phone. Paige had a missed text message from Bobby alerting her to meet up with him in private at a nearby hotel. Curious, Paige got up and told her band-mates that she was going for a long walk. When she flagged down a cab outside the venue, she paid him to take her to the hotel just down the road. The room that Bobby had told her to meet him in was on the third floor, down the hall and around the corner from the elevators. When she arrived at the room, Paige was shocked that a young girl answered the door. She was good looking with long, brown hair, deep brown eyes, and a very cute face. The girl's eyes seemed to light up when Paige saw her. Instantly, the young rockstar knew that this strange girl knew who she was.

"Hi..."

"Paige, come on in."

The young girl invited Paige into the hotel room where she found Bobby sitting on the bed. It was warm in here, Paige thought. But what was Bobby doing in a strange hotel room with some cute girl, she wondered? And that's when Paige knew who she was, the realization hitting her in the gut before there was anything she could do or say to protest. Bobby had already done reconnaissance. Now all that needed to happen was Paige had to sign off on the mission. Her heart started beating rapid-fire in her chest as it slowly fell to her stomach. Was Bobby expecting her to follow through with her promise right now in this hotel room with this girl whom she did not know a single thing about? Paige turned back to the young girl. At least Bobby had taste. She was actually very cute. Adorable might be a better word, Paige was thinking. Young too. Probably not even out of her teens yet and already one of her first sexual experiences was shaping up to be a lesbian experience with a rockstar in front of her committed and very loving boyfriend. Or was this going to be something else entirely? Paige didn't agree to a three-way. Just to having sex with this woman. 

Well, a woman.

"Can I take your coat for you?' the cute girl asked. "I'm Kelly."

"Paige. Sure."

Paige unzipped her hoodie and handed it to Kelly who hung it up in the closet.

When Paige saw Bobby, he flashed her a casual smile that gave his entire plan away. This didn't go unnoticed by their host.

"I'm going to run down to the vending machine. Do you guys want anything cold to drink? I know how dehydrated you can get out there under the hot sun all day."




Diary of a Rockstar Ch. 02



"Uh, I'll take some water."

"I'm fine," Bobby said.

"Okay," Kelly said. "Back in a jiffy."

After Paige heard the door close, she turned to Bobby.

"Bobby, is this..."

"Do you like her? She's a fan. I met her on one of the forums. I texted her anonymously. She's part of the fan club and thinks you're really hot. I saw she wrote a fan fic about you that was pretty steamy... with you and another girl."

Bobby handed Paige the opened webpage. Paige looked at it and started scrolling through a first-person narrative written by Kelly about having an unlikely lesbian experience with her backstage at one of her shows. Some of the graphic detail made her blush, but they weren't anything Bobby was shying away from, obviously. In fact, she could tell that he was rock hard just reading it next to her, his breathing heavy now.

"Tell me she isn't perfect, sweetie, and I'll call it off."

Paige sighed heavily, weighing her options.

"I'm... I'm just nervous. You could have given me some warning."

"I only just found out she'd be down when I texted you."

Paige sighed again.

"I can't believe I'm about to have sex with a girl..."

Bobby's eyes lit up. He drew his girlfriend into a deep kiss, his tongue pushing into her mouth and reminding her how much he loved her and wanted to be with her. Their embrace was cut short when Kelly returned with a soda and bottle of water in her hand. Kelly saw that Bobby was showing Paige her fan fic, which made her cheeks flush red. Paige looked up and found herself equally embarrassed, not knowing how to proceed with the situation any longer. A girl wrote this, she thought? It had to do with vibrators and licking some very private areas that up until Ken, only Bobby had tasted before. Certainly no female fan she met had fantasized about this sort of thing.

Or did they?

"I'm so embarrassed. I hope you don't mind my writing that kind of stuff on the forum..."

"No, I just... didn't realize it was so popular. You have a lot of hits... and comments." There were comments begging for a sequel, or for her to write further in depth regarding specific acts, or to include some acts she had never even heard of before.

"My posts get noticed I guess..."

"Are you a, um..." Paige began, stammering off.

"Bisexual. I... like guys too. I've just always fantasized about being with another girl, you know? Just curious and all, so I figured, why not fantasize about a rockstar girl?"

Paige blushed.

"So, this is all for Bobby then is it? Lucky boy." Kelly said.

"Yeah, he is..."

"Bobby also says you've never been with a girl?"

"No..."

"That's okay. Neither have I. I think it's hot, what you all did..."

Paige blushed.

"Bobby here was just showing me some photos he took of you earlier..."

Paige's heart dropped into her stomach when Kelly gestured to her phone. Kelly showed Paige that Bobby had sent her the private candids he had snapped of her in the shower earlier, which instantly made her blush and furious. But this was what she had agreed to after all, so she couldn't really stay mad at Bobby for very long.

"Wow, I'm really embarrassed..."

"Don't be. I think these are really hot. You have an amazing body, Paige. And, well, as for the cum on your face... that's just icing on the cake as they say. I think it's hot."

"You do?" Paige asked.

"My ex-boyfriend loved giving me facials. Any chance he got he just shot his load all over me. And he came pretty heavy, just like Bobby, so I was absolutely drenched."

"You have a very beautiful face, I bet you look amazing with cum on your face," Bobby told Kelly, much to Paige's disbelief. She could also tell that Bobby was hard.

"Thanks, sweetie," Kelly said.

"Did you eat any of it?"

"I swallowed a lot of it."

"Was this the first time you had cum on your face?" Kelly asked Paige.

"Second. The first time... Bobby and my manager came on my face."

"Wow? A double-facial? What did you think?" Kelly asked, Paige in disbelief that she was sharing her most intimate details about her sex life with this stranger.

"It was... good," was all Paige could muster.

"Sweetheart," Bobby said. "Don't be shy. I showed her the pictures so we could skip that part. Tell her how you really felt," he added, taking Paige's hand and placing it gently on the aching bulge in between his legs and pressing down on it firmly. Paige whimpered, the feeling of her hand on a rock hard penis causing her body to flood with excitement and anticipation. "Don't hold anything back... okay?" Bobby added.

Paige sighed and considered.

"It was great. I loved having both cocks in hand, two sticks of meat all for me and then when they started spurting... it was like they were letting me know how sexy they found me. I felt like such a slut afterward..." Paige went on, cheeks flushed, her pussy flooding with the excitement from reciting such explicit feelings out loud. 

"I always do too..."

Paige just smiled. She was too embarrassed to go on.

"Well... why don't we start with kissing?" Kelly stated suddenly.

Kelly leaned over Bobby and took the nubile rockstar's face into her hands and gently planted her soft lips on hers. It reminded Bobby of the time he got to watch Paige kiss a girl at a party and instantly made him so horny that his cock started to ache. Their lips barely touched, Paige obviously nervous to open her mouth much.

"Paige, you have to open your mouth to be kissed," Bobby reminded her.

When he saw her lips part, he saw Kelly's tongue escape into it. 

Paige's hand was still on the thing she wanted most: cock. But kissing a girl? She wasn't sure about it, though it was turning her on to feel her boyfriend's erection literally pulsing beneath his jeans the more she kissed this girl. So Paige let lose and stuck her tongue into her partner's mouth and felt its wetness. She could taste her lip balm, her gentleness, and wondered if this was what it was like for Bobby to kiss her. She grabbed Bobby's bulge as her kiss turned into a full-fledged make-out party. 

Paige pulled away from the kiss and smiled nervously back at Bobby and Kelly.

"Paige, sweetie, why don't you lie back for me?" Kelly asked.

Bobby watched Kelly crawl on top of Paige and start to kiss her, their lips meeting awkwardly at first, Paige remembering kissing that girl at the party. It was awkward, so Paige kept her eyes closed and felt her heart flutter at the thought of not just pleasing Bobby, but in giving him his ultimate fantasy. Paige knew Bobby loved her. But it also turned Paige on knowing that she was getting to fool around with a girl that he wanted to be with. Her kisses were soft and tainted with the faintest hint of cherries, Kelly's hands sliding up and down the naked skin of her arms and down her long jean-clad legs. Her tongue pushed into her mouth as she felt those same hands slip in and out of her shirt, teasing her between her legs, gliding over her breasts on top of her shirt. When Kelly's hand grabbed the belt buckle, Paige's heart skipped a beat and knew she'd have to take over. Kelly rolled off of her as Paige began to unfasten her belt and jeans, turning over to see Bobby watching her as she slipped Kelly's jeans off her creamy smooth legs. She couldn't believe that she was actually undressing this young girl she had just met.

"What are you doing?" Bobby asked, pulling himself out of his jeans.

"Taking her pants off," Paige replied.

"Why?"

"So I can have sex with her."

"How?"

"By... eating her... pussy," Paige said in disbelief of the words escaping her mouth.

"Did you ask her for permission yet?" Bobby asked.

Paige blushed and turned back to Kelly who shuddered beneath her.

"May I eat your pussy, Kelly?" Paige asked, not believing the words leaving her mouth.

"Can I eat yours after?"

"Yes..."

"Finger me first."

Paige nodded and left Kelly clad only in a thin pair of pink cotton panties that gently hugged her privates and nothing else. Paige smiled nervously as Kelly pulled her feet out of her jeans. When she finally had them off, Kelly turned back to Paige and brought her back into a deep kiss. Their tongues wove around inside Paige's mouth until Kelly pulled hers out and began trailing her kisses down the side of her neck, sending gooseflesh all over her skin. Then, Paige felt Kelly pull at her shirt and she knew it wouldn't be much longer before she ended up naked with this girl. Paige had never been naked in front of anyone except her first boyfriend and then Ken before. 

Finally, she had to sit up and peel her own shirt off as Kelly was having difficulties. Then, all at once, she was left completely topless before Kelly and Bobby who both drank in her medium-sized, perky breasts. Kelly ran her fingertips over them and began kneading them like dough, the sensation driving Paige wild. Her locker room fantasies of touching other women in the shower, a fantasy she never told Bobby about, were coming true. She had always imagined, showering with other girls and walking up to them and being allowed to touch their privates. They didn't have sex so much as Paige just reached out and touched their breasts, or between their legs.

"Look at these cute little boobies. Mm."

"They're amazing, aren't they?" Bobby said, reaching out and touching her left breast. Paige shuddered at the feeling of being nude and groped by Kelly and her boyfriend. She smiled bashfully and felt her own excitement flooding between her legs and dampening her panties in a way that only happened on particularly bothersome occasions. Then, Kelly crossed her arms and tore her shirt off her body, revealing her medium-sized breasts with small, tan areoles and tiny, hard nipples.

Kelly dove in and pushed Paige back, immediately planting kisses all over her breasts while occasionally running her hands through her hair. She trailed her kisses all the way down toward her naval and teased them just inside her panties.

"Paige, why don't you kiss Kelly's breasts?" Bobby asked.

Paige rolled over on top of Kelly and took her private mounds up to her lips and then began to roll her tongue all over the nipple. She had never touched a woman's breast before outside her own, let alone sucked on one, but even she was starting to a rush from doing it. Here she was, nearly naked and sucking on another half-naked woman's breast for the pleasure of not just her and her partner, but of that partner's boyfriend. Kelly dug her nails into Paige's back and quickly put herself back on top of her, instantly clawing at her underwear. Paige wanted to say no and fight back, but her grip was too powerful and nearly in an instant her panties were yanked off her privates and pulled down her creamy white legs, leaving her completely nude on the bed. Her silky smooth vagina was now on full display with her legs spread, her slit glistening with desire and her lips swollen with anticipation. Paige moaned out.

"Wow, Paige that's incredibly beautiful. I love that you keep your pussy shaven."

Paige didn't know what made her hornier, that she was displaying her vagina to her boyfriend or this girl. Kelly quickly removed her underwear, revealing that she, too, shaved. Then, when she rolled back on top of Paige and she felt their privates mash together. A surge of electricity surged through Paige's clitoris. They started making out again, Paige now clawing at Kelly's back and running down her lower back over her naked butt as she started pressing her nub against her own and humping her like a boy would. But instead of feeling a man's excitement against her opening, she felt the soft flesh of Kelly's wet pussy. It started to drive her wild and she wanted more.

"I want you to finger my pussy, Paige" Kelly asked Paige.

"Okay..."

"Take your time. Don't be nervous. Here."

Kelly took Paige's hand and put it on her vagina. It was soft and forbidden, Kelly's fingers finding her own privates in her rhythm and starting to rub them. Paige molded Kelly's privates with her hands, kneading at the girl's vagina at her clitoris.

"Touch me all over," Kelly whispered into her ear.

"How many fingers can you fit in your pussy, Kelly?" Bobby asked, suddenly bringing Paige back down to earth as they continued to make out and finger each other like horny students at an all-girl's school forced to make love out of necessity.

"Just a couple," she admitted honestly.

"Why don't you show me?"

"What do I get out of it?" she asked semi-playfully.

"I'll let you watch me grab my cock."

"Deal."

Bobby unbuckled his belt as Kelly reached down nervously to fit two fingers in her impossibly tight vagina. Paige had to lean back to give her enough space to maneuver, but she was no longer focused on her, beautiful as she was. Paige was now watching Bobby pull off his jeans and boxers to reveal his aching penis, stiff as a rock and bigger than he'd been in a while. Kelly saw that his shaft was covered in beautiful pulsating veins, the head dripping wet with excitement, his entire pubic area shaved clean just like her own. It looked like something she might see dangling between the legs of a Greek statute, only this thing was her plaything. Then, she reached out and started to cup his balls gently, sliding her hands up toward his shaft while he began to stroke himself like a horny schoolboy in front of her. Paige just watched Kelly molest her boyfriend with one hand and realized right then how jealous of a girl she truly was. It didn't bother her at all, the way Bobby looked at her lustfully. Because she knew they were in love. Still, she knew this was how Bobby felt watching her fuck Ken. Part of her wanted it to stop, but she couldn't anymore. 

"Your boyfriend has a beautiful dick," Kelly admitted.

"Thank you..." Paige answered.

"Can I suck it?" she asked.

"After she licks your pussy," Bobby stated.

"Deal..."

Kelly lied down beside Paige and started to massage her outer lips and clitoris while continuing to pump her own fingers inside of herself. Paige realized that she was up.

Paige maneuvered between Kelly's legs and instantly caught her intoxicating scent. She enjoyed the way it made her feel, but she still couldn't believe she was about to lick another woman's most intimate place. Kelly's vagina looked like a George O'Keege painting, Paige thought, as she neared it and finally stuck out her tongue. The taste was overpowering, but sweet, the sensations of her tongue on this girl's vagina instantly making her feel ashamed. But she could tell her boyfriend loved it, and she wanted to make a show for him, so she stuck out her tongue and began to lick her swollen lips and all over her clitoris. Was Bobby really going to let Kelly suck his cock right in front of her? The thought of this girl's lips around Bobby's cock made her juices flow between her legs. Paige looked up and saw Bobby stroking his cock to the sight of her first experience performing oral sex on a girl. It was a bit odd, Paige thought, knowing that this girl had also fantasized about this situation.

"Is this how you imagined it?" Bobby asked Kelly.

"Oh my God, more than you could imagine. Do I taste okay, Paige?"

"Mm, yes."

"What do you think of eating pussy?" Bobby asked.

"It's... different."

"How?"

"She's... soft... and kind of sweet. And she smells really sweet too."

Paige started to slip her tongue inside of Kelly's hole and then soon felt her legs wrap around the back of her neck and draw her deeper into her womanhood. Paige moaned as her nose and lips were pulled inside of Kelly, her mess smearing all over her cheeks, nose, and chin. When she started bucking against her face, Paige knew she was doing something right. She felt Kelly's hands in her hair, pulling it, drawing her deeper inside of her opening. Then, Kelly started grinding her vagina all over her face, smearing her excitement all over her. It felt forbidden and unnatural, but still, Paige got a thrill out of playing with this girl. She was finally happy she got to know what girl's tasted and felt like. And it made her feel even more ashamed when she realized that this girl would forever remember her in this compromised position...

"Oh, Paige... right there. Yes, oh... right there. Lick that pussy... eat it..."

Bobby approached Kelly with his cock in hand and looked to Paige.

"You don't mind a quick blowjob, do you sweetie?" Bobby asked.

Paige shook her head.

"You have your mouthful anyway." Bobby turned to Kelly, his cock dripping with excitement. "Do you want to suck this?" Bobby asked playfully.

"More than anything."

"Will you deep-throat me?"

Kelly reached out, grabbed Bobby's cock, and stuffed it deep inside her throat, gagging herself for him and proving that she could deep-throat. Still, Bobby pushed her head down further, which caused her eyes to water over. The sight of Bobby forcing this girl onto his cock made her a fury of jealousy, and yet, there was her dripping vagina right in front of her. She couldn't stop licking or tasting or fingering.

Kelly finally started to choke and pulled herself off of Bobby, coughing immediately afterward. She looked up at him, make-up ruined, mascara running, eyes watering.

"That deep enough for you?"

"Why don't you show me how you give head now?"

"Gladly... Christ your girlfriend... wow... she sure can eat pussy..."

Kelly blushed as Kelly took Bobby into her mouth and started to bob up and down on it. Bobby turned to his girlfriend and smiled excitedly at her. She flashed a smile.

"How's her pussy?" he asked.

"Yummy. How's her mouth?"

"Warm... and deep... oh, wow... do you want... some help?" Bobby asked.

"Sure..."

Kelly looked up at Bobby, heart beating rapidly knowing that he was about to join Paige between her legs. She groaned with pleasure as his penis slipped out of her throat and she watched him maneuver between her legs, joining a nervous Paige.

When she felt his tongue between her legs, she grabbed his hair and pulled her as deep into her womanhood as he could, burying him inside of her soaking flower.

"God... eat my pussy..." Kelly called out.

Bobby just smiled, excited by the taste of Kelly. He turned to see his girlfriend, her nose, lips, and chin coated in Kelly's glistening juices. Her smell was overpowering and intoxicating. He kissed her deeply, Kelly's femininity tainting their senses.

"I love you, sweetie," Bobby said.

"I love you too," Paige replied.

Kelly started to rub her nub at the sound of Bobby and Paige reaffirming their love for one another as they licked her clean. She wanted to squirt all over them when she erupted, covering both of them in her sweet nectar. Both of their fingers and tongues started to invade her. The familiar pressure of one of their fingers pressing inside of her butt caused her to scream out. She was getting finger-fucked and licked all over now.

"Oh God! Yes! Yes! Keep fingering me!"

Kelly got up and kneeled over Paige's face. Paige nervously laid back as she watched Kelly masturbate with renewed fervor; pointing her vagina right at her like Bobby did to her with his penis right before he marked her. And then, Kelly exploded and a waterfall of her juices started spraying out of her all over Kelly. At first she thought it was pee, but then she realized it was cum. She was physically ejaculating like Bobby. She didn't even know girls could do that, and here she was ejaculating all over her face like Bobby did. Paige was getting her very first feminine facial. The sight of her nectar erupting out of her was the most forbidden, pornographic thing she'd ever seen, but she fell in love with the sight after a few moments of being painted by her.

"All marked..." she huffed before collapsing back on the bed.

"I didn't... know girls could do that..." Paige managed.





Diary of a Rockstar Ch. 02



"I masturbate a lot and read up on the Internet how to do that. I've always wanted to cum on someone's face. Now I know why guys love doing that. It's really, really hot!"

Paige couldn't stand it anymore. She crawled on top of Kelly and lowered her soaking pussy to her face. Paige then watched Kelly plant her lips right on her vulva. 

Kelly's eyes locked with Paige's. Kelly gently started kissing Paige's privates. She shuddered to think of how amazing it felt, yet how odd it was to see a girl delivering her such pleasure in such a taboo way. She started running her hands through her hair, embarrassed to see the mess she was leaving smeared all over her face after just a few moments on top of her. Her nectar must have been practically leaking out of her, considering the mess she had left. She wondered how she looked right now, with female cum sprayed all over her face. Her hair was soaked and matted to her face, the smell of sex and cum stimulating her nostrils and taste-buds. Apparently, Kelly really liked her and she had wanted her to know that by coming all over her.

"I'm going to kiss these lips down here the same way I kissed your other lips..."

And with that, Paige watched Kelly begin to make out with her vulva, her lips sloppily dragging all over her outer lips. Paige began to groan and moan in ecstasy.

"How does she taste, Kelly?" Bobby asked, lying beside her and gently caressing her naked body, dragging his fingertips up over her soft mounds and over her nipples, eyes fixated on Kelly's tongue inside of his girlfriend's privates at that moment.

"Really sweet," was all she could say.

Kelly continued to lick Paige's slit, the forbidden taste of her vagina on her tongue. 

Her nose awkwardly pressed into the rockstar's nub as she continued to use her tongue to penetrate her over and over again.

"Oh, wow... yeah... Kelly, oh my God that feels amazing... oh yes..." Paige started screaming while grabbing the young brunette's hair and pulling her innocent face into her womanhood and rubbing it all over her, smearing her nectar all across it.

"Yeah..." Kelly moaned.

"How you holding up sweetie?" Bobby asked, standing up and presenting his cock to her. "You still crazy about cock?" he asked her. Paige just stared at her boyfriend.

"Yeah... I love it," she said before swallowing the erect cock before her while Kelly continued to lap and penetrate her, occasionally using her fingers to rub her clitoris.

The sensation of having cock stuffed in her throat and a woman licking her was too much. Paige felt a familiar, tingling sensation deep inside her that finally erupted causing her whole body to go rigid and numb. It was electricity, like a limb falling asleep only to be over stimulated moments later. The deep pressure inside her vagina exploded and with that eruption came a flood of release she saw spill all over Kelly. She reveled in the facial, letting Paige continue to come on her face. Paige had never ejaculated before, but here she was ejaculating onto a beautiful woman's face.

"So Paige... I really need to cum..."

"Well why don't you come on both of our faces? How's that sound, Paige?" Kelly said.

"How about I just dump this entire load all over you and Paige licks it off and then you two swap my cum?" Bobby said.

"You're kinky. Actually, I think I'd like to see what this pretty girl's face looks like with cum on it. Then I'd be happy to lick it off her and swap cum with her, dirty boy."

"You wouldn't mind if I came on your face, would you?" Bobby asked his girlfriend.

"Not at all..."

"Then come down at the foot of the bed. Kelly, hold my girlfriend's face for me..."

Kelly helped Paige up and crawled onto the floor at the foot of the bed, in disbelief that she was about to help Paige get blasted in the face with hot cum from her lover.

She held her face still as Bobby maneuvered over both of them like a male porn star preparing to come on a lovely face. Paige's heart raced at he idea of being ejaculated on again. She looked up at Bobby and smiled nervously, then back down at his cock, which he stroked feverishly. The tip was dripping with pre-cum, his whole shaft starting to bulge and throb. It needed to explode and it needed to do so on her face.

"Come on my face, Bobby."

"Yeah, Bobby... come all over this pretty little rockstar slut's face..." Kelly said.

"Oh, God... here it comes..."

Bobby could literally feel the semen rushing out of his balls and shooting through his shaft just as he orgasmed. The stream escaped his shaft and the release shot out right up the length of his girlfriend's face. A long, thick, white rope of sticky semen splattered down across her forehead, which trailed down over her cheeks and lips.

A second burst shot out of Bobby and he saw a thick helping of his seed rocket out of his head and land right down the length of Paige's nose, starting at her brow and ending right on the tip. He smiled, incredulously, and then aimed to shoot a thick helping of sperm right over her cheek, underneath her right eye, beside the first rope that was already cascading down Paige's soft skin. He then started to erupt all over her cheeks and lips, completely coating his girlfriend's face in his sticky cum.

"What a beautiful facial," Bobby breathed.

"Wow... look at you..." Kelly said, turning Paige's head toward her to inspect her.

"What's on your face?" Bobby asked.

"Cu... semen... your semen is on my face."

"God, you look so beautiful with all of that cum on your face. I want some pictures," Kelly said.

Paige felt nervous about having even more x-rated candids of her winding up in the ethos, but after what she shared with this girl, she felt there was nothing she could deny Kelly anymore. The taste of her womanhood still danced on her taste buds. So Paige just leaned back against the foot of the bed and let Kelly capture photo after photo of her face dripping in Bobby's seed, wondering if she'd masturbated to this exact scenario before. She felt the warm cream spill down the contours of her face and wondered how many cum-face pictures Kelly would be satisfied with taking.

"I want pictures of your cum-face, Kelly," Bobby blurted out suddenly.

"Here's my phone."

Bobby took Kelly's phone from her and scrolled through her pedestrian photos until landing on a photo of her face drenched in thick, white cum. Bobby's heart stopped.

"God, look at this..."

Paige felt humiliated as Kelly snapped off more pictures.

"There are some of me naked, send as many as you want to yourself."

Bobby scrolled through Paige's phone and found some self-took pictures of her in a bathroom mirror, displaying her full-frontal nudity to anyone who saw. Some more seemed to be taken by another individual, the pictures of Kelly sprawled out, spread-eagle on the bed, her pussy on full-display to anyone who wanted to see it.

"All right..."

Kelly then bent down and began to drag her wet tongue across Paige's face. She shuddered. The sensation of Kelly's tongue cleaning her like a baby chic and lapping up her boyfriend's fresh seed caused her to shudder. Then, Kelly leaned over Paige.

"Open your mouth, sweetie," Bobby said.

Paige did as she was told and then saw Kelly release Bobby's semen from her mouth. 

It stretched out of it and spilled onto her tongue. Paige held the seed in her mouth and then switched positions with Kelly and let it fall back into the brunette's mouth.

"Kelly, since Paige got to receive the facial... you can have the honor of swallowing."

With an audible gulp, Kelly swallowed all of Bobby's cum and Paige's spit.

"Well... I think we could use a shower..."

Paige nodded in agreement, but said nothing, her heart racing still. She couldn't believe she had just had sex with another girl, let alone let that same girl fool around with her boyfriend. The thought that all of Bobby's seed and her spit was in this girl's stomach actually turned Paige on, much as she couldn't understand why. She pulled herself up and looked into Bobby's eyes. He brought her in for a deep, wet kiss that she quickly melted into. He slipped his fingers inside of her and she melted.

"Why don't you see if Ken responded," Bobby said, Paige having suddenly forgotten all of the deeply pornographic pictures she had let Bobby take of her to send to Ken.

Paige saw that she had a reply.

She had numerous photos of Ken's hard cock, with his hand wrapped around it. She saw in another photo that he was masturbating over a photo of her on the face of a promotional poster he had countless copies of lying around his office. In the final photo, Ken had ejaculated all over her face on the poster, it being covered by thick ropes of hot, sticky, white cum. It made her blush to think she had caused him that much pleasure... or release. She could still feel Ken's seed all over her face and desperately wished it was her actual face he had waited to erupt all over. Paige was shocked that she couldn't wait for another opportunity to put Ken's thick cock in her wanting mouth and suck it until it erupted all over her like a volcano spewing thick ropes of creamy sperm all over her face and symbolically marking her as his. Would Bobby be okay with that, though? Would she have to lick another girl's privates for the opportunity she wondered? Was this all a very permanent evolution in her sex life, Paige wondered? She finally showed the picture of her photograph splattered in semen to Bobby.

"Well, Ken texted me photos of him coming on... a picture of me."

"I think he wants to fuck you again."

"Can you blame him? You just sent him all of those pictures of me."

"Not really. So... ready to shower with Kelly?"

Paige blushed when she met eyes with Kelly in the shower again, nude. Bobby made sure that she was in the center of them. Paige wanted to shower, but Kelly wanted to kiss. Bobby told them if they did, he would be more than happy to clean them. After a few minutes, he was quickly massaging shampoo into both of their scalps and using a warm washcloth to gently clean both of their vaginas. After some heavy petting, Bobby delivered an unexpected cum shot to Paige's face, which he gently washed from her face immediately after. After they were all fully drained and clean, Bobby, Paige, and Kelly dressed one another and finally came to the end of their fun.

"I'm glad I got to experience you two," Kelly said.

"Me too," Paige admitted.

"Text me some pictures sometime and I'll reciprocate. Or call me sometime. I wouldn't mind listening to you two get it on while I rub myself silly!"

"Sounds good," Bobby said.

Kelly brought Paige in for a deep kiss.

"You ate me like nobody else."

"I'm glad you enjoyed..." Paige said before turning to leave with Bobby.

TO BE CONTINUED...



Diary of a Rockstar Ch. 03



Paige stood under the hot shower, running her hands through her vibrantly dyed red hair, heart racing because she was still not used to the idea of being watched while showering She glanced back over her shoulder and saw Ken standing there, eyes fixated on her large butt. Both Bobby and Ken seemed to always enjoy the sight of. She saw Ken slowly rub the bulge in his jeans while he stared at her bum. She was naked as the day she was born and showing off nothing new to her manager, and yet she was still nervous as the first day she had given herself to him. Her vagina was silky smooth, freshly shaven, and her lips swollen with frustration. When she had first arrived, Ken had asked her to take off her clothes for him, as if she was some common hooker. She had expected as much, but it still made her nervous to have so little control around a man she was supposed to be having a professional relationship with. She wanted him to see only her talent, but what he saw was her body and fresh innocence that he never seemed to tire of exploiting. She had told him that she wanted to sing him a new song that she had written and had even brought one of her travel guitars along with her, but the performance she had been expecting to give was not the performance Ken had asked her to give him.

"I want you to play it for me nude," he had said.

She had made it halfway through the song before he had unzipped himself and started slowly masturbating to the sight of her performance. The sight of Ken's engorged cock, and of him stroking it to her performance made her cheeks flush red and stumble over her own lyrics. She couldn't take her eyes of it, of all those bulging veins running up the shaft, or the dripping head. It caused her mouth to salivate and her pussy to flood with excitement, but that still didn't prepare her for when Ken shoved his cock into her mid-song. When she looked up at him slightly annoyed, he had asked her to continue singing, which slightly bugged her even though the thought of being so humiliated made her pussy surge with electricity. The longer Paige had kept singing, the deeper Ken would push himself into her throat, the more he would move his head around her tongue and swirl it around the inside of her mouth to distort her song even more. She wondered what such a demo might sound like if ever played back for her. The thought actually made her privates tingle a little.

"Wash your breasts," Ken finally said.

After Paige had finished with the song, she looked up at Ken, cock in her mouth, and tried to ask him what he had thought, even though she wasn't able to sing properly.

"What's that?" he had asked, smiling coyly at her, removing his cock from her mouth.

"Maybe it'd be easier for you to understand me if your cock wasn't in my mouth?"

"Why? You sounded absolutely splendid like that. Now... how about a shower?"

"I... I don't even know if I should have taken my clothes off, Ken. I haven't even asked Bobby about that kind of stuff or anything, and I really need to get some rest," Paige had lied, knowing full well she wanted nothing more than to feel her manager inside of her again, to feel his erect manhood penetrating her deeply and pressing against the most sensitive corners hidden inside her pussy. More than that she wanted to suck it. It made her feel like a slut, always fantasizing about giving blow jobs like some horny schoolgirl, but young as she was... Paige was also old enough to know that she loved sucking cock. She knew it made her wet and the act itself made her cum whenever she rubbed herself, and orgasms were never easy for Paige until this whole unlikely three way relationship had developed between her manager and her boyfriend. Finally, Ken had taken out his phone and cradled it to his ear. Paige wondered who he could be calling while trying not to keep her eyes off of his huge erection, throbbing and aching, just needing to be played with, licked, and sucked.

"It's okay, you can at least play with it... I know you want to..."

Paige sighed and gave in. She put her hands around the thick meaty cock and began to stroke it, mold it in her hands like it were clay. She even started to rub it all over her cheeks, reveling in the feeling of pre-cum smearing across her fair complexion and leaving a slimy trail in its path. She shuddered as she took in his musky scent.

"God, Ken... this is amazing," Paige whimpered.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, just look at this fucking thing," Paige finally exclaimed. "This is the biggest fucking dick I've ever seen in real life. I can't believe this whole time we've known each other, this thing has been hanging right between your legs. I can't believe this whole thing has been inside me too. I thought it was going to break me the first time it went in. And now? I can't stop thinking about it, I just want to make out with it, kiss it all over, slap it against my face, I don't fucking care I just want it," Paige moaned, taking Ken's cock and sliding his engorged head all over her face, taking it down and rubbing his head all over her sensitive breasts and nipples.

"Did you like getting my cum shot on your face?" Ken asked.

"It... made me feel like a whore, but... I think I kind of am... especially for cock. Kissing another girl down there wasn't nearly as much fun as this..." Paige moaned.

"You know you're not leaving here tonight without my cum on your face, right?"

Paige considered, still trying to get comfortable with the idea of having her favorite part of the male body shoot thick, creamy sperm all over her face. Paige loved cum, and loved making cocks explode. Her first number of hand jobs with Bobby had been particularly exciting for Paige because she loved watching Bobby squirm and thrash about while he actually tried to fight his own orgasm for fear of offending Paige when he did cum, Bobby at the time unsure of how she would react to his voluminous orgasms. On one particular occasion, Bobby actually begged Paige to stop stroking his cock in the car one night, which only fueled the fire in her desire and made her stroke harder and faster until Bobby started shooting thick ropes of thick, white semen all over the dashboard, his own chest, and her own wrists. But now Paige was putting her face right at the forefront of those cum shots. It took some getting used to, especially when the guy shooting his cum at her face was old enough to be her father and someone she had looked up to like a father for most of their relationship. Now he was fucking her whenever she wasn't sucking his cock and letting him blast her face full of cum so thick it felt like tapioca. Still, it was hot to feel all of it get absolutely everywhere, she thought. Plus, she liked knowing that she had relieved someone she cared about in such an intimate way and was able to do so with her own mouth, pussy, or both. If her face was the most alleviating place for Bobby and Ken to spill their seed, then Paige wasn't going to take that opportunity away from them.

"I know. You want to mark me as your territory... " Paige said.

"Does that bother you?"

"You've already done it, so... what's one more time?" Paige said.

"Paige, it's going to be a lot more than one time. Out on the road, your face is going to be my personal target to shoot my semen at. You'll be with Bobby, so I understand if your jaw is going to already be a little too tired, so I won't expect you to suck my dick every time. But if I need to come, I expect you to let me take you into a private corner of the venue or the back of the tour bus and let me paint your face in cum."

"How many girls have you... marked... anyway?" Paige inquired.

"Not many, but you... know Lindsey, our merch girl?"

"Yeah..." Paige said.

Ken pulled out his phone and showed Paige a picture of her topless, sprawled out on a hotel bed, her face plastered in familiar, thick cum. It was all over her forehead and nose, congealed in her lashes, and splattered across her cheeks and chin. She seemed just as taken aback from wearing that much semen on her face, and Paige couldn't believe Lindsey, sweet innocent Lindsey had once worn that much cum on her face. It made her realize how little she knew the people closest to her, but it turned her on a bit that the same cum she had been marked with was Ken's.

"Wow, your cum is really... thick. I can't... believe she let you do that. Did you sleep with her?" Paige asked, unable to take her eyes off of the picture of her merch girl.

"Just a naked blow job. She said she was sexually frustrated and wanted to get herself off but needed a nice big cock to suck. I whipped mine out right then and there and a few minutes later, she was deep-throating me like a pro. Almost as good as you, Paige," Ken said, stroking her hair gently like she was his little sex toy or pet.

Paige just kept rubbing Ken's cock all over her face, taking all of his confession in.

She no longer cared about anything but her face and Ken's manhood.

She started cupping and massaging his balls, reveling in the sounds of his own pleasure. But it was causing Paige just as much pleasure too to be allowed such intimate contact with Ken's cock. It was a thick piece of meat she wanted to worship and kiss all over, possibly suck on too. No, she definitely wanted to suck it. How could she not? But Paige hadn't spoken to Bobby about this yet, which made her nervous and anxious. She didn't want to cheat on him, but something in the back of her mind told Paige that she couldn't, that Bobby would completely approve of this whole messed up situation. Then, the thought of kissing her fan's pussy came creeping back into her mind, and Paige couldn't believe that she had allowed herself to cross such a defining line for Bobby and Ken. But she was so innately curious, especially when the girl had spread her legs for her. She had never seen what a girl's pussy looked like that close in real life and had instantly been captivated by the sight and smell of it. No, she was straight, she kept reminding herself. And this cock she was salivating over right on her face was living proof. She might have enjoyed licking that girl, but nothing would ever take the place of what it felt like to have a thick cock stuffed in your mouth, Paige thought while dragging Ken's head across her forehead.

"Bobby?" Ken said.

Paige looked up, shocked to discover that Bobby was on the other end of the call, Ken taking his large cock into his hands and then slapping his head all over her forehead and cheeks, splattering speckles of pre-cum all over her face and red hair.

"Hey... your girlfriend is naked right now and my... my cock is yeah... okay," and with that Ken hung up.

"He says he'll be right over, but not to wait up on him," Ken said. "I think he wants to walk in something," he added smiling devilishly in such a way that made Paige nervous. "Maybe he'd love to walk in on you with my great big cock stuffed down your throat, hmm?" he then mused, taking his cock in hand and dragging it all over Paige's forehead, smearing his pre-cum in various designs across her milky complexion. Paige felt it, a warm trail of sticky goodness left across her skin wherever the tip of her manager's cock touched. "Do you like that your manager has a bigger cock than your boyfriend's?" Ken than asked, sliding his head down the bridge of her nose, just over the tip, and right on top of pouting, succulent pink lips...

"Is that what you want me to tell you? How much bigger you are than my boyfriend?" Paige asked, somewhat defiantly, though still mesmerized by Ken's size.

Ken grabbed Paige by the back of her head and forced her to her knees, thrusting his large cock so deep into her mouth that his engorged head slammed into the back of her throat and immediately caused her to start gagging. Before Paige could reorient herself, she felt Ken's hands on the back of her head holding her in place. Then, his cock started to piston into her throat, deeply upsetting her gag reflex. Paige felt like she might be sick as Ken started to assault her throat with a new vigor and passion. The awful gagging and gurgling sounds emitting from inside her mouth and from the back of her throat embarrassed her further and made her want to wretch. Finally, Ken pulled out of Paige's mouth and started to slap his cock all over her already pre-cum marked forehead and cheeks again, the forbidden substance glistening off of her skin when it hit the right light. Paige closed her eyes as his head continued to slap against her skin, Paige reveling in the sensation of being slightly abused by Ken's beautiful dick. However he wanted to treat her with it, however it could touch her, Paige was fine with at this point, because the truth was that she loved Ken's dick even more than she loved Ken himself. Ken still hated that she had turned into the type of girl who had to suck dick to get ahead, but when she was on her knees or playing with her manager's cock, she forgot all about those pesky insecurities. She just reveled in the cock slapping over her forehead and cheeks...

Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap...

"You mouth off, you're going to get punished," Ken breathed.

Paige looked up at Ken, attempting to catch her breath, his meat stick still slapping on her face.

"Your dick is bigger than Bobby's. Is that what you want to hear?" she asked innocently.

"That turns you on," Ken added.

"I love big dicks. Bobby might not be as big as you, but... he's uncut. I love that. I love sliding his foreskin up over his head and back down and the feeling of it in my hand when it slides up and down over his aching, dripping head. I love watching that..."

Ken finally stopped slapping Paige in the face with his cock and then propped Paige up onto his desk and spread her legs for her, her pussy on full display for him now.

"So I never got to ask... how was eating your very first pussy?" Ken asked, staring right into her privates that were swollen and obviously glistening for attention.

"It was... different..." Paige admitted.

"How?"

"She tasted... sweet."

"Is it something you'd like to maybe try again?"

"I... I don't know..."

"Why don't you masturbate for me a little?" Ken asked.

"I..."

Masturbation made Paige nervous as a virgin schoolgirl again. It was so forbidden and nobody was supposed to watch that kind of thing, but Ken had texted her numerous times asking her if and when she was doing it. Nervously, she let her hand fall to her pussy and was shocked to find how much she needed to touch it, how the simple motion of her hand on her clit electrified her carnal need to just come. She occasionally ran her fingers up and down the length of her glistening slit and even stuck them deep in her hole, imagining desperately that they were Ken's cock, knowing full well the couple of inches she could reach inside of her own body would or could never compare to what it would feel like to actually take Bobby or Ken's cock inside her. She returned to her clit, it now burning for attention, and started to moan and groan as she used her free hand to gently massage her naked breasts. Ken all the while just stared right into Paige's pussy, mesmerized by the forbidden action of her hand rubbing it slowly around and massaging it right on her hot little nub. Ken reached up and started massaging her other breast, kneading it deeply like it were dough and then taking her nipple into his fingers and gently teasing and pinching it, which sent electricity running through her chest. The ecstasy she already felt because of her fingers made her start to buck against her own hand...

"I love the way your little pussy molds to your touch..." Ken breathed.

Ken gently kissed Paige's vagina, which made her head spin.

Paige had never spread her legs for anyone but Bobby and most recently Ken, but even still the act made her incredibly nervous. And yet there she was, legs spread, her pussy freshly shaven so that her forbidden fruit would be all the more pleasant to eat for her manager. Paige withdrew her fingers and finally let Ken take over, using one hand to massage her breasts and the other to guide her manager all over her privates. When Ken ate Paige, he did it with great care, constantly kneading and massaging her swollen lips, rubbing her aching clitoris, and dragging his tongue all over her vulva and slit. Occasionally he penetrated her with his tongue, or his fingers, or both at the same time. Ken seemed to know what he was doing and what he wanted, which made Paige somewhat more comfortable, especially when he asked her to do things like pull her lips a part. As if showing herself to him was never enough, she had to pull her lips a part for him to show her manager what the inside of her pink pussy really looked like. But by the time it got to that point, Paige was already moaning. Ken's saliva and Paige's juices were lathered all over her privates, Paige more than self-conscious about the puddle she was making on Ken's expensive desk. He lapped at her slowly, still, even as she moaned and groaned.

"Paige, you have the sweetest tasting, most beautiful pussy I've ever seen... or eaten," Ken said.

"T-t-thanks..." was all she could hope to say.

Ken stuck his fingers deep inside of Paige's hole causing Paige's head to spin. When he pulled out of her, his fingers were covered in her sticky wetness, which he raised up to her face and smeared all over her cheeks. It was warm at first, just like cum, but cooled very quickly, which made Paige shudder. It was then that Paige heard the door open and she nearly jumped out of her skin at the sight of her boyfriend, a huge bulge in his jeans. There she was, legs spread and pussy being eaten by her manager.

"Bobby..." was all she could moan while panting like a dog.

"Looks like I'm just in time..." he said.

"Ugh... yeah, Ken is going to make me cum..." Paige said, running her hands through his hair and pulling him deeper into her wet cunt. Ken's nose and mouth were buried inside his nubile client's wet pussy now, soaked and dripping in her pre-cum.

"Does that feel good?" he asked.

Paige had never had felt anything like it.

"I'd rather watch him fuck you to orgasm," Bobby said.

"Wait!" Paige exclaimed. "If you're going to fuck me again, I want that song produced," she added firmly.

"Fine. But I don't want to fuck your cunt," Ken stated, Paige, a little uncomfortable and yet slightly turned on by her privates being referred to as a 'cunt'. Pussy had been a tough enough word to get used to when she started talking dirty with Bobby.

"What then?" she asked.

"Your throat," he said sternly.

"My throat?" Paige repeated, sincerely confused.

"I want to fuck it like it was your tight little pussy, just as hard and just as rough."

"I..." Paige began, looking to her boyfriend for some semblance of guidance, wondering what he would think of the act, wondering if he had thought of doing this to her as well and wondering if it was going to be just as unpleasant as it sounded. Still, she wanted the single produced, and if she was going to have to do anything or anyone, she wanted it to be Ken even though he was like a second father to her. Still, his cock was

"Your throat. Lie on your back on my desk here and hang your head off the side upside down. That should give me perfect access," Ken began as Paige nervously moved to the table and crawled on top of it, obeying her orders like a proper whore. Reluctantly, she lied on her back and let her head hang off the edge as Ken got into position. Then, she felt his meat-stick rocket into her throat, as she was powerless to fight back. He leaned over her and grabbed both of her naked breasts for support. Then, without warning, Ken started to piston in and out of her throat, viciously fucking her throat and instantly making Paige regret she had not tried to convince him that her 'cunt' could take a beating that her throat was not trained for. He didn't let up or work into it at all, but instead brutally fucked her head and neck. Paige had to keep her eyes closed, but still felt the tears coming, still felt the pre-cum and nasty saliva spilling back up the length of her face. She felt her neck swell and wondered how awful it must look, but then she kept thinking about her song being produced. Paige kept thinking she was going to be sick, and started coughing and gagging wretchedly around Ken, though he never let up. She felt their mess spilling now up the length of her nose and congealing into her lashes, forcing Paige to close her eyes.




Diary of a Rockstar Ch. 03



"Don't you just love the sound of Paige gagging on a nice thick cock, Bobby?"

That's when Paige felt Bobby's tongue on her slit.

Paige felt Ken squeeze down on her breasts as he started to pummel her throat as Bobby began to sloppily eat her wet pussy, Paige reveling in the sensation of her boyfriend's dedication to the art of cunnilingus while she fought the sensation of getting sick every time her manager's cock rocketed into her esophagus.

"I love the way your neck swells every time Ken shoves his cock in your throat," Bobby breathed into her privates as he continued to pet them, finger them, and suck on every inch of them. Bobby loved playing with Paige's pussy in an almost clinical way, which made her really self-conscious at first. Paige started to gag again, and almost felt like she was going to be sick again, the wretched sounds bubbling up from deep beneath her throat disgusting her, the visceral way in which Ken kept thrusting in and out of her neck like a piston also somewhat upsetting her. There was no romance left in the act. Her body was simply being used as an outlet to fuck. She finally started to wretch and tried to fight back, but Ken only fucked her mouth harder and deeper while Bobby kept playing with her pussy like it was the first time. Paige's eyes kept watering over and pre-cum and saliva started spilling up her face. When Ken finally pulled out of her throat, she started coughing and gasping for air.

"Jesus, Ken! Calm do..." but Ken was already slapping her mouth and nose with his sloppy cock, drenched in pre-cum and spit, Bobby then mimicking Ken's lead and spitting on her pussy before slapping her bare vulva over and over before returning to eating it. Paige wanted to protest, but her body loved the aggression and her heart gave in to her body's desire just before Ken shoved his massive cock back into her neck. Paige threw her hands back to press against her manager's thighs to try and get him to pull some of his meat from her head, but she was no match for him, even as he squeezed back down on her aching tits and began to fuck her throat. The only reason Paige wasn't getting sick was because of the attention Bobby was devoting to licking her pussy, her lips and clitoris on fire now, Paige bucking up against her boyfriend's nose and mouth. She wanted to draw him deeper into her womanhood and looked down at him between her legs, there where she was exposed to him, but all she could see was Ken's balls as his cock continued to rocket in and out of her throat, despite her attempts at protest or fighting back a little.

Her throat simply hadn't been broken in yet.

Every time she gagged or coughed gutturally, it sounded to Paige like she was about to be sick, and the sounds only made her more self-conscious, but still, Ken kept fucking, even as she attempted to twist and turn. Even Bobby didn't try to stop Ken.

That's when Paige felt Bobby's face move away and his cock push against her wet opening a moment later. Paige braced herself but when her boyfriend pushed in her tight hole she moaned out around the thick piece of meat being rammed into her neck. Cocks were moving like pistons in her throat and cunt now, fucking both of her holes, all she could do was accept it and let her boyfriends take her body. Bobby fucked her as awkwardly as he did on their first night together while Ken continued to fuck her throat as roughly as he had her pussy on their first night, Paige still attempting to fight the urge to become sick at any moment. Her body was just a vessel for their pleasure now, but it was also electrifying her knowing that she had submitted to being such a lowly whore. Paige reached out and blindly touched her boyfriend's chest, Ken's also, unable to see anymore with all of the pre-cum and saliva spilling into her eyes that were already watering over from the vicious throat-fucking she had been being subjected to. Her boyfriend's cock was a welcome feeling, Paige wishing her pussy the only part of her body being fucked anymore. Finally, Ken pulled out of Paige's throat completely and she started to cough deeply.

"I want to cum in your eyes," Ken said.

"My eyes? That's totally going to sting!"

"I know, sweetie, but those beautiful green eyes are just so big and gorgeous... I've been dying to seal them shut ever since you first let me give you your first facial. And if you really want to please me today, you'll let me do that to you..." Ken said, slowly masturbating over her ruined face, hanging upside down while Bobby continued to fuck her like an animal. She looked up for the first time at him, wondering what he might think of the sight of her now. His eyes seemed to light up.

"Jesus, sweetie... you look like a little whore right now," Bobby said.

"You want Ken to come on my face again?" she asked.

"I do."

"Is it because you want him to mark me?" Paige asked innocently.

"No. To make you a whore... his whore... and mine" Bobby said, Paige feeling his throbbing head pushing in and out of her wetness and pushing her closer to orgasm.

"Is that what I am to you?"

"When our cum is on your face... yes." Bobby said.

Paige nodded as Ken tilted Paige's head back.

"What a beautiful slutty target. Do you mind if I dump a thick load of sperm all over your whore face, Paige?" Ken asked, stroking himself furiously over her ruined face.

She shook her head.

"Tell me you want it."

"I want it, Ken," she moaned.

"Beg for it, Paige."

"I want it, Ken. I want to feel your hot, sticky cum land all over my face..."

"Your slutty face," Ken added.

"My slutty, whore face," Paige added, reaching down to rub her clit while Bobby continued to fuck her into submission like the whore she had let herself become.

Ken finally aimed his throbbing member right in front of Paige's right eye and started to stroke it furiously. Paige's clit was on fire, the inside of her sex electrified.

The first rivulet blasted directly into her eye and stung just as she had feared.

It sealed her eye shut like glue and congealed into her lashes and coated her eyelid.

"Ah!" she screamed, closing her other eye instinctively as Ken moved his member over and peeled her left eye open in just enough time to blast it with more hot cum.

Paige struggled, the cum shot to her eyes stinging.

Ken then released her eye, and Paige instinctively closed it, thick, creamy sperm now congealed in both of her lashes and cascading beneath her eyelids and swimming over her eyes. She then felt Ken's seed streak across her neck, chin, and lips, in one long rivulet. Another thick helping splattered down across her forehead. It was warm on contact, splattering next all over her nose and cheeks. It felt like cum was literally raining down on her face as she heard Ken cry out like an animal, releasing himself and draining the contents of his balls all over her face, hair, and neck while her boyfriend continued to pump in and out of her faster and faster, Paige suddenly aware that Bobby was becoming more physically aroused by the sight of Ken ejaculating on her messy face. That forbidden notion got her even more aroused and she felt her body respond, her own impending orgasm building deep inside her, her boyfriend's engorged head teasing it each time it pressed up against her g-spot, Paige having to maneuver her body at just the right angle so that it would. Ken's seed finally subsided and started to drip down on her face in droplets.

"Oh fuck yeah, Ken cum all over my slutty Rockstar's face!" Paige kept saying. "Fuck me Bobby! Fuck me harder. I want to feel you fuck my tight pussy when Ken's cum is all over my face!" she kept screaming as Ken's orgasm finally subsided. Her eyes stung, and she dared not open them, but she could feel all of the warm semen sliding down her face and Bobby's cock pumping and throbbing inside of her pussy. She was blind but for the feeling of the powerful cock getting ready to burst inside her.

"Oh, Bobby, Bobby, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck..." Paige felt Ken's cock rocket back in her mouth, cutting her cries of ecstasy off.

Ken liked his cock sucked even after he came, Paige knew.

He placed his cock back inside of her mouth and continued to stroke her hair gently while, Paige unable to look up and see Ken staring down at the sight of his softening member disappearing into her cum-streaked face. Small bursts of semen continued to leak out of Ken's massive cock and into her mouth, which continued to tease Paige's taste buds with the salty taste of cum. But most of Ken's orgasm had already been spent on Paige's face, so he had little to fill up her mouth with once he had come.

"Paige, you look so beautiful with my cum splattered all over your face," she heard Ken say.

Paige's response was muffled around Ken's cock.

Ken let out a final groan and collapsed beside her, the thought of bringing a man to his knees pushing Paige's ecstasy closer toward exploding through her body.

Bobby pulled out of Paige and then a moment later Paige Bobby screamed, "Here it comes, sweetie!" just before she felt a thick rope of her boyfriend's semen splatter down onto her cheek and neck. Paige forced her eyes open and then felt her pussy burst at the sight of her boyfriend's aching, purple head shooting erupting like a volcano, spurting copious amounts of white cream all over her nose and forehead.

"Oh fuck!" Paige screamed as she burst, a flood of euphoria rushing through her groin and numbing her legs and abdomen while Bobby continued to paint an abstract masterpiece all over her face. He tilted her head this way and that, seemingly purposefully spreading his seed over specific parts of her face. Paige reached up and began to massage Bobby's balls when her boyfriend tilted her head so that he could start to shoot sperm over her brow and temple. Semen stretched out across her ear and hair and then Bobby was tilting her head back up and painting her lips. When she finally heard Bobby cry out like an animal he screamed, "Fuck!" right before collapsing on the opposite side of her, leaving her there with two loads of cum, pre-cum, saliva, and ruined make-up all over her face, her pussy spread wide open, her own cum spilling out between her glistening lips. Her orgasm was still bursting inside of her like mini tremors rippling through her privates. Paige was always self-conscious about how hard she came, knowing that every time there was usually a pair of sheets needed to be washed or clothes that needed changed.

Paige looked over and saw Ken admiring her face.

"Wow... look at you..." he moaned, his cock softening between his legs.

Paige turned to Bobby, massaging his balls while semen still slowly leaked from his tip and ran down his softening member, the sight of her seemingly making him hard.

They were admiring their masterpiece.

"Like what you see?" Paige asked innocently.

Bobby nodded. Paige heard Ken get up and turned to see him turning on his camera over on the desk. She swallowed hard and put on her best amateur porn star face as he returned to her with every intention of making her one. She looked up at him and spread her legs even wider as he snapped off candids of her just as was. Paige's heart raced inside her chest as Ken continued to take her picture while her boyfriend just sat back and slowly masturbated to the sight.

"I haven't fucked a girl's throat like that since auditions week," Ken said.

The smell hit Paige next, her smell, the smell of sex and cum. It was so potent in the air that it intoxicated her. Was her scent that strong, she wondered? She blushed, wondering if Paige and Bobby could smell her from where they stood and sat.

"Why don't you stand up and stand over against this wall and then play with all of that warm cum on your face for the camera, sweetie," Bobby said, getting up and taking the camera from Ken while also helping Paige up. When she was standing against the far wall, she felt all of the cum slide back down over her brows and into her eyes, all of the cream splattered across her cheeks, lips, and chin now dangling off of her face like icicles. When Bobby put Paige against the wall, she stood there nervously not knowing what pose she was meant to strike, what faces she was supposed to make, but she knew that she was supposed to perform like all of the girls Paige knew Bobby masturbated to on the Internet. She just wasn't sure how.

"Play with it," she heard her boyfriend say again.

"How?"

"Scoop some of it in your mouth and leave it there..." Bobby moaned, using one hand to reach down and stroke his stiffening cock while steadying the camera with the other. She looked over and saw Ken was drained, possibly asleep. She smiled at that.

Paige reached up and scooped some of the warm frosting off her cheeks and from the corner of her eyes and slid the mess down into her mouth. She felt the potent taste of semen wash over her taste buds as she did this a few more times and then stopped at her boyfriend's request before it started to spill out the corners of her mouth. A lot of the cum that was dripping off her face and falling out of her mouth now slid down forbidden trails across her milky white breasts, trailing further down toward her naval and eventually her aching clit. When she felt the cool seed slide over her excitement, Paige felt a chill run through her body. Another orgasm was building up inside of her, but this one was going to be even more intense than before.

"Show me all of that cum in your mouth, honey..." Bobby said.

Paige opened her mouth, showing her boyfriend and the camera that it was filled to the rim with creamy sperm while icicles of the forbidden substance continued to dangle off her chin and cheeks. God, she felt like a slut, but the sight of Bobby masturbating his stiffening cock to the sight made her own orgasms continue to ripple through her body. She reached down and started to rub her own excitement.

"Now swallow," her boyfriend demanded.

Paige made a dramatic show of swallowing Ken and Bobby's cum with an audible gulp. She then opened her mouth back up and showed Bobby that her mouth was empty. Bobby smiled and finally put the camera down. He walked over to Paige and took her by the hand.

"You want to see?"

"Sure..." Paige said.

Bobby led Paige into Ken's private bathroom, leaving him down for the count in the main room. When Paige saw her sight reflected naked in the mirror, her heart nearly dropped into her stomach. Paige thought her face looked more like it had been iced at a bake shop with warm frosting than it did like it had been ejaculated on. Her make-up was also completely ruined, mascara congealing with cum all over her cheeks. Thick helpings of Bobby and Ken's seed also dangled off of her chin and cheeks. It was the most hardcore, pornographic sight Paige had ever seen of herself.

"Your cum looks like frosting... I feel like a little snack cake," Paige said, smiling, her nose crinkling up at the thought. "God, what a mess..." she added.

"How are your eyes?"

Paige leaned into the mirror to inspect them.

"A little red, but... not as bad as I thought they were going to be," she added, thankful since she wasn't sure how she was going to explain that fact to her friends and fans.

"Why do you like coming on my face so much?"

"I like leaving my mark on you," Bobby admitted, slowly positioning himself behind her and pushing himself into her wet flower. Paige moaned as Bobby grabbed both of Paige's breasts and shoved himself deep inside of his girlfriend. Paige screamed out, unaware of how close another orgasm she was, wondering if Ken was still asleep. 

"You like leaving your mark on me and fucking me like a barn animal?" Paige asked.

"I do!" Bobby admitted.

Paige pushed back against Bobby and forced him out of her, turned around, pushed him to his knees and straddled his face, forcing him to the floor. Paige then started grinding her soaking pussy all over Bobby's face, her boyfriend not sure what to make of this sudden turn of events. But Paige loved the sight of her wet lips smearing her excitement all over Bobby's face. The sight immediately made her lips ache and her slit even more wet with wanting release. Never before had she felt the need, the carnal urge to mark Bobby as her own, but when she looked down and saw the face of her young lover, she couldn't help herself. It felt so amazing to her.

"How do you like being marked?" Paige said, grabbing a fist full of her boyfriend's hair and smearing her wetness all over her lover's beautiful face.

"I..." Bobby wasn't able to respond the way Paige was grinding against his mouth and nose, but she was able to decipher the words "love it" amongst his muffled cries.

Paige then started masturbating over Bobby, attacking her clit furiously as Bobby finally moved up and started to eat her swollen lips and penetrate her sex with his tongue. Paige screamed out. "Bobby! Fuck... eat me... eat my fucking pussy! Yes!"

Bobby pulled her lips apart and started to fuck Paige with his fingers while licking her all over at the same time. Paige continued bucking against Bobby's mouth and face, grabbing his head and rubbing her wet pussy over him like a horny schoolgirl discovering masturbation for the first time by rubbing their privates against a bedpost. Bobby didn't seem to mind. Paige turned back and saw he was grabbing his cock furiously. His hand flew up and down his fully erect cock, his whole shaft lathered in a mixture of his own cum, pre-cum, and Paige's juices. The sloppy sound of his sliding up and down turned Paige on, Paige wondering if that was why Ken and Bobby loved making her gag around their cocks. Did that sound turn them on?

"Is that for me?" Paige asked, reaching back and grabbing his balls. "I love watching you jack off for me." The sight made Paige rub herself even more vigorously than before, Paige deciding to massage her boyfriend's balls even more firmly, a slight whimper of pain or pleasure escaping his mouth in response. Paige smiled as she continued to grind against Bobby's face, rubbing her little clit in quick little circles.

"Come for me, Bobby. I want to watch you fucking explode like a volcano!"

"Yeah?" Bobby asked, now bucking against his own hand and moaning out.

"Your face looks so hot with cum all over it, baby!" Bobby said.

Paige smiled devilishly and turned back to Bobby, staring at him.

"Then look at my face if that will help," Paige said. "Look at your little marked slut."

"Oh... God... Paige... I'm coming! I'm coming!" he kept moaning as Paige kept grinding against him. Paige quickly turned back and saw his head burst, a thick jet of sperm rocketing up into the air followed by another, both of which landed back on Paige's arm and wrist. Paige's own orgasm kicked into overdrive at the sight and she jerked Bobby's cock back and sent two more thick spurts of his cream shooting out onto her lower back, pooling down into her crack and sliding over the back of puckered little ass and sliding over the face of her vulva. A few more quick bursts splattered back onto Bobby's abdomen when suddenly Paige felt a deep pressure build up to the point of explosion. She turned back and saw Bobby's head cocked back, still reeling from his orgasm, the feeling of his sperm sliding over her ass and soaking lips on top of what was left on her face sending Paige into overdrive.

"I want to come all over your face, Bobby, I want to mark you as mine! Bobby!"

Paige suddenly felt the deep pressure inside of her burst like a bubble and she screamed. A sudden release of ecstasy rushed out of her pussy, which quickly made Paige fearful that she had just made herself pee, but it wasn't pee, it was cum! She looked down and saw a powerful stream rush out of her pussy as she started ejaculating all over her boyfriend's face. When it hit him square in the nose and mouth, it splashed all over his face and caused him to flinch back and close his eyes as she had done so many times before. The sight of Bobby caught off guard like that by her own stream of cum made Paige's orgasm rush out of her all the faster, a steady stream of her cum now rushing out of her pussy and spraying her boyfriend.




Diary of a Rockstar Ch. 03



It was relieving to release like that, but even more so to see the sight of that release rain down on her boyfriend's face. She grabbed the sides of his head and started moving his face around, aiming the stream all over his forehead and cheeks as it sprayed out across his skin, into his hair, and all over the floor around him. The release was euphoric, the mini-quakes rippling through her cunt crippling her body with ecstasy. Bobby finally opened his mouth and Paige aimed there so that her boyfriend could taste her new release. She watched his mouth fill steadily as her orgasm started to subside. The rush, a release of pressure and pleasure, electrified her as the stream shooting out of her pussy subsided and splashed onto Bobby's neck. Paige groaned out and then looked down at Bobby, incredulous at the sight of him. She collapsed off of him and rolled over onto her back, her pussy still leaking.

"Wow..." Bobby said, his face soaked in Paige's juices.

"Wow... no wonder you love doing that shit to me... that was fucking hot!" Paige exclaimed, admiring Bobby's face so beautifully soaked, the scent of her cum filling the air in the small space. But she didn't mind anymore. Sex was all she was now. But it was hard to concentrate as she threw her arm around Bobby and slowly drifted off with him. When she finally awoke an hour later, Bobby fast asleep, Paige couldn't open her eyes because they were sealed with dry cum. She got up slowly, blindly, and hopped back in the shower Ken had previously made her wash in earlier. She put her face under the head and let the hot water wash away all of the ruined make-up, dry cum and spit from her face, it all washing down over her body and eventually sliding off her toes and into the drain. She toweled off and then tracked down her clothes in the other room. She saw Ken lying there on the floor, fast asleep, snoring a bit. Paige smiled at the sight, changed in front of him, and then slipped outside. She would leave them to sleep while she went home, happy knowing she had another song deal worked out. So what if she had to suck cock for it or fuck her manager? His dick was the biggest she had ever seen and it was almost as beautiful as Bobby's. If she was made to ride it or make love to it, so be it, she thought. Paige felt like a whore after every session like this, wondering where her and Bobby's love life was heading, but before she could think anymore on the topic, she got a text message from Heather. When she opened it, she saw that it was a picture message. When she opened it up, she saw Heather, eyes on the camera, a thick cock stuffed deep in her throat and stretching her mouth out. Paige blushed when she saw and then laughed when she saw the message, "Could use some help..." right underneath.

Paige replied back, "Just got my throat fucked, don't think I could handle another one right now. But enjoy!".

A few minutes later and the reply came.

HEATHER: Where did they cum?

PAIGE: A facial from each, then Bobby came all over my back and ass while he jerked off underneath me. I actually came on his face...

HEATHER: Wow... I mean... wow. I wouldn't mind letting you cum on my face at all.

PAIGE: Maybe we'll have to do that sometime...

HEATHER: I'm almost done. How about tonight?

Paige's heart raced, not knowing what she was getting herself into anymore. She wasn't a lesbian, but the thought of lying with another woman and experimenting with her, playing doctor or touching her privates turned her on immensely. Granted, she had done way more than experiment the last time, but that was what she enjoyed the most. Paige's heart raced and wondered if she should tell Bobby, but she imagined that all Bobby would ask for in return was the chance to fuck Heather or cum on her face, and that line had really already been crossed. Her taboo relationship with her manager and boyfriend was one thing, but her first real lesbian experience had only been something Paige had participated in at Bobby's request so that she could fuck Ken. But now she was reaching out to this girl on her own and her mind was filling back up with all of the illicit thoughts and memories involving a very forbidden act that she had participated in with this girl. It got Paige's mind, heart, and pussy aching in a way that made her so horny that she had to reach her hands into the bands of her pants on the way over and rub her clit while driving with her free hand. When she finally made it to Heather's door, she stopped just before ringing the doorbell, wondering if she should just turn back and go home.

That's when Heather answered the door.

"Hey!" she said.

After some chitchat, Paige and Heather ended up on Heather's couch, sipping on cheap red wine. After a while, the conversation reached a lull and there was an awkward pause between both girls. Heather just smiled, Paige knowing she was the nubile her and the maiden for all intents and purposes. Finally, she decided to speak.

"I... I haven't told Bobby that I'm over here, but... if we... you know... he's going to want something in return..." Paige began, nervously, not wanting to offend Heather.

"What kind of something?" she asked playfully.

"He's going to want a..." Paige began.

"A nice, sloppy blow job?"

"I... yes," Paige admitted. "And he'll want to come on your face."

"That can be arranged," Heather admitted. "Do you want me to fuck him too?"

"I... maybe... I guess that would be fair. I've been fucking Ken after all..."

"So does that mean that... you'd like to fool around a little?" Heather asked, playfully putting her foot in Paige's lap and dragging it around her privates. She smiled and swallowed hard. She admitted that it felt good to feel her feet against her pussy and moaned a bit in response. She looked up at Heather and smiled back at her, blushing.

"I... had a lot of fun with you and... I wasn't... I'm... I thought I was straight, but..."

"Relax, here..."

Heather pulled up her shirt and bra in one fell swoop, revealing her small breasts and rock hard nipples along with the milky white flesh of her mounds. Paige was transfixed by the sight of her breasts and couldn't help but stare at them. She remembered what they looked like bouncing on top of her, what they felt like in her mouth, between her fingers when she pinched those little hard nipples. It excited her beyond words and Paige couldn't help but stare at Heather's exposed breasts.

"I... wow," Paige said.

"Paige, Bobby and Ken want you to be their slut. I want to be yours, okay?"

"I'm a big fan of yours in many ways Paige, and if I can help you feel good in anyway, let me know, okay?

Paige reached out and squeezed Heather's breasts.

"Wow... these are... nice."

"Go ahead... play with them a little..." Heather invited.

Paige smiled, feeling the alcohol permeate and rush to her head as she decided to start kneading and gently massaging Heather's breasts. Heather moaned in response as she began to run her fingers around her areolas and nipples. She then started to mash and squeeze them like Bobby did when he first slipped his hands inside her bra. Heather smiled at Paige. When their eyes met, she blushed, wondering what it was she was doing anymore. There was something about Heather's breasts that made Paige want to massage them, touch them. After a while, she felt silly though.

"Your hands on me feel amazing..." Heather admitted, leaning back.

"I..." she stammered.

"Do you want to make out a little?" Heather asked.

Paige blushed.

Heather reached out and pulled Paige into a kiss, a deep, wet kiss that tasted like cherries. Her kiss was soft, like she remembered it, her tongue gentle and inviting. It danced over her own and slowly seduced it, Paige deciding to explore the inside of Heather's mouth with her own. It was warm inside her mouth, her tongue skilled in the art of massaging. She wondered if Heather used the same trick on her boyfriends, or had on Bobby. The notion that Bobby's cock had been in this beautiful girl's mouth turned Paige on a bit more. She put her hand back on her lover's breasts as she reached out and placed her hand on top of her mounds. Heather finally broke away from the kiss and started trailing kisses up along the side of her neck toward her ear. Paige closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation, Heather's hand still on top of her breasts. She wanted to feel her hands beneath her bra, but was nervous to make a move or insinuate that she wanted to go any further than they already had.

"I can smell Bobby and Ken on you..." she breathed into her ear.

"Sorry!" Paige exclaimed, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

"Don't be. I love that your breath smells like cum right now!" Heather said, turning back and aggressively sticking her tongue down her throat while climbing on top of her. Paige let her tongue dance around in her mouth while Heather grounded against her passionately, almost like Bobby when he was horny and needed a good fuck.

"I masturbate to that night all the time," Heather whispered to her between kisses.

Paige just moaned her response and smiled nervously.

"Do you want to take a shower?"

Paige nodded.

Heather led Paige to the shower and started running it, the room quickly filling with vapor. Paige slowly began undressing. She turned back and saw Heather, already topless, unbuckling her belt. Paige nervously pulled her shirt up and tossed it onto the floor, wondering what she was getting herself into even now. When Paige finally unhooked her bra and pulled it away from her mounds, she caught the sight of Heather completely nude in the bathroom mirror. She blushed and turned away, suddenly more embarrassed than she had ever been before in her entire life.

"Paige, you don't have to be embarrassed. Look at me if you want."

Paige turned back, topless, admiring Heather's nude form and the little patch of close-trimmed auburn hair guarding the mound between her legs. Heather then turned around, showing her that supple butt of hers and shook it back and forth playfully, Paige watching her cheeks jiggle above her thighs, the sight making her wet in a way she wasn't sure girls were supposed to do. Still, she wanted her and wanted to at least press her nakedness against her own one more time. It made her feel forbidden, sexy, aroused, and small all at the same time. Paige decided to unhook her own belt buckle and slide her pants, with her panties, off her hips, revealing her nudity to Heather when she finally turned back around. Heather couldn't take her eyes off of her own hairless mound, staring at it like Bobby would.

"You have such a beautiful pussy, Paige," Heather said.

"Bobby and Ken tell me that a lot. T-thank you... so do you. I like your hair..." she admitted, staring at Heather's familiar mound, her mouth salivating unexpectedly, the memory of her taste returning to her tongue, her taste buds aching for her juices.

"Thanks, I kind of like running my hands through it when I masturbate," Heather said, looking down at her hair and gently running her fingers through it for Paige's enjoyment.

"Can I... see it?" Paige asked nervously.

Heather looked up into her eyes and smiled devilishly. "See what?" she asked.

Paige smiled nervously and blushed. "Your... p-pussy?" she managed.

"Whatever you want. Come with me," Heather said, grabbing Paige by the wrist and leading her out into the bedroom, Paige captivated by her one-time lover's cheeks bouncing up and down a top of her slender thighs again. Her butt was much smaller than hers, but for some reason that only seemed to entice her boyfriends. Still, she liked Heather's naked backside and loved watching it jiggle all the way to the bed where she turned around, lied back on the bed, and spread herself like a porn star. Paige blushed, but never took her eyes away from Heather's flower, her slit glistening with desire. Her tight lips were swollen, her little pedals hidden beneath peaking out at her. Paige's heart began racing again. Much as she loved cock and craved it, there was something about girls... the way they looked naked, the way their privates got so wet, the way their scent filled the air when they spread their legs. She wanted to taste it on her tongue, to press her face into it one more time and taste the forbidden fruit. Her body started to flood with desire and her own juices.

"Is this what you wanted to see?" Heather asked, reaching down and pulling her lips apart, revealing her pink flower in full bloom. "You want to come closer and see?"

Paige nodded and crawled over to her, on top of her, and then pressed her breasts against her own. She felt Heather shudder beneath her and smiled back at her. She smiled back at Paige, her cheeks finally blushing. "You really like me, don't you?" Paige asked, realizing that Heather had a real crush on her, not just a sexual craving.

"Your pictures make me cum so hard that I have to change the sheets..." she said.

"I can feel all of you... every inch of you against me... your hair against my clit..." Paige admitted, starting to slowly grind her privates against Heather's who started to slowly grind back against her, their bodies rubbing against each other slowly.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Paige admitted.

"You're a little closet lesbian," Heather said, planting her lips on Paige's.

"But... I love cock," Paige giggled. "I mean... I fucking love making love to cocks and having them spurt hot, white cum all over my face and neck. I love sucking dick too."

"I know you do you little slut, I watched you do it remember," Heather said before planting her lips back on Paige. "And your breath smells like cum you little slut."

"Who you calling slut?" Paige said playfully.

"You," Heather said, before pulling Paige back into a deep, passionate, wet kiss that she melted into. Paige started to press her body against Heather the way Bobby did to her when he was on top of her, the sensation of feeling Heather's hair tickle her clit and brush against her own excitement sending electricity surging between her legs. Heather's hands slid all over her naked backside and started kneading her large butt like dough. Paige shoved her tongue deep into Heather's throat in response and decided to go for the gold. She had come here to eat another girl's excitement, and that was what she was going to do. She broke away from the kiss and started trailing down toward Heather's chest, arriving at her familiar breasts. She started to knead them too, taking them into her mouth and sucking on each one like an infant would. Heather moaned out again and Paige started to flick her tongue over the girl's nipples before falling away toward her naval, further down toward her auburn hair.

"Oh... Paige... I'm not going to last long if you..." but her tongue was already on her and Heather screamed out in response. "Fuck! Paige..." she screamed out.

Paige was finally face to face with Heather's privates again and she loved everything about it. She closed her eyes and started to lick her, dragging her tongue all over her wetness, reveling in the smell and taste. Occasionally she opened her eyes to look up at Heather thrashing about, but it seemed far away from her. Her scent was intoxicating and musky, pulling Paige deeper into her. Heather threw her legs around her and pulled her face deep into her slit, her nose and lips pushing between her lips now. Paige slipped her tongue deeper into her hole and began to twirl it around. Heather kick and moaned, but Paige wanted to keep eating her. Was this what Bobby experienced when he kissed her between her legs? She had to admit that she truly enjoyed this, though it would never substitute for a nice hard cock. Of course licking Heather only made Paige hornier and hornier. She wished any guy were standing off to the side, his aching erection dripping from the tip and just waiting to be sucked and licked. But there wasn't, so Paige focused on Heather still. Finally, Heather began to buck back against her and started screaming out.

"Paige, fuck! I'm coming! I'm coming... I'm going to come on your face, Paige!"

"Go for it, sweetie. Come all over it!" Paige responded.

A burst of Heather's excitement splashed Paige right in the face, her cum, shooting out of her in warm stream. Paige leaned back and let it rain down all over her, opening her mouth and letting it fill her mouth as Heather cried out, her back arching up. Heather looking like she was about to break in half while she continued to squirt her right in her face. When Heather finally went still, Paige ran her tongue all over Heather's lips again and then started planting gentle kissed all over her. Paige crawled back up to Heather and looked her deep in the eyes.

"I don't know if I have the energy to eat you..."

"That's okay... you don't mind if I masturbate then do you?"



Diary of a Rockstar Ch. 04



Emo queen Paige Whitman groggily woke from slumber and checked the GPS app on her phone to see exactly where they were. They were somewhere outside of West Palm Beach, Florida. They were headed to the Cruzan Amphitheatre with the rest of the Warped Tour.  

Paige drew the curtain next to her bunk and saw that they were pulling onto a beautiful campus just off Florida's Turnpike. She could see thousands - no, tens of thousands - of fans lined up to be let in, even this early in the morning. That always excited Paige, knowing she would have a sold out crowd to play to.

Sure, most were there to see Eye of the Storm and a couple of acts just beneath them, the headlining acts on Warped Tour for in 2015. But a small handful in that line would be there to see her and her guys, and that made Paige especially excited. They were the first band that was billed on the main stage. It was both a blessing and a curse since most bands were still drawing big crowds on the second stage on the far end of the pavilion. 

But people were difficult to keep at the second stage. The main stage was the final destination, and out there, Paige had command over every single patron there.

Paige drew the curtain and laid back in her bunk wondering where she would find the energy to put on another show. They were almost a month deep into the tour by the time they pulled into the parking lot that morning. Between setting things up, tearing down, playing her heart out everyday with her boys, and then having to make appearances, and find time for her boyfriend whom she barely got to spend any personal time with, it left Paige utterly exhausted and incredibly horny and unsatisfied most nights.

Paige suddenly heard her phone buzzing, indicating that she had a text message. When she checked it, Paige saw that it was from Bobby, which made her smile. She loved him so much, she thought, her heart burning for him even after all of the crazy turns their relationship had taken over the last year.

BOBBY: Morning, babe.

Paige smiled and replied. 

Paige wondered if true love would conquer all, or if she would get lost in the hormones and animalistic sex brought on by first love. She was discovering the polyamrous side of her sexuality, deep in a consensual - albeit a mutually beneficial - sexual relationship with her much older manager Ken that her boyfriend Bobby not only was okay with, but actively encouraged and participated in. He liked to watch her with him, liked to share her with him, and liked hearing about her fantasize about him. Most guys she knew were really jealous about that kind of thing, Paige knew, but not 

Bobby. And Paige was trying desperately to not think too hard about the fragility of such an arrangement and just enjoy the ride. She wondered how many rockstars made the same mistake with things like alcohol, heroin, or other indulgences. And then there was that night she spent with Heather...

She couldn't just cut her off after one night, especially since she had been her first lesbian experience. Girls didn't work like that, but maybe Bobby didn't understand that. Paige knew she wasn't, herself, gay, but knew Heather was at least bisexual. Maybe she was too, she just didn't know yet. She hadn't had time to process the whole thing or herself afterward really. Maybe the whole thing had just further solidified just how straight Paige was, that was also a possibility, but still... Paige enjoyed her night with Heather regardless. It was taboo, forbidden, and she had satisfied an off limits curiosity she had been having ever since she started undressing in the girl's locker room way back in high school. B

But if Paige was ready to admit anything about her sexuality, she didn't know what it was, even all this time after the encounter with Heather. She was already having a difficult enough time balancing her polyamorous relationship with Ken and Bobby, she just didn't have time to juggle a girl in there as well. Besides, it had only been a one night thing, even if they did text and call from time to time. But Paige had to make Heather know that their night together, as much as she enjoyed reminiscing about it, was probably just a one-time thing. 

But, every once in a while, she would agree to send Heather and her boyfriend forbidden pictures of her and Bobby. What was particularly odd to Paige was knowing that Bobby was having very similar conversations with this same girl just half a foot below her on most nights in his own bunk.

But her and Bobby communicated often and were always open about what had and hadn't happened the night before, what pictures were being taken and seen, and when Ken should see what and from what angle. It brought them much closer together in the end, Paige found. She never knew boys could be so open or honest, but since opening their relationship, she had never been happier and that scared her. It scared her that she was starting to become some sort of nymphomaniac at such a young age, getting lost in the debauchery of the rockstar lifestyle like so many rising stars before her. 

But maybe this was just the modern relationship, she thought. Still, there was an alarming amount of pictures of her in some very scandalous and downright embarrassing poses floating around cyberspace and multiple electronic devices in her circle of trust. But when she started to get all hot and bothered, Paige couldn't help herself. She wondered what Bobby had in store for her on this particular stop of the journey too. Everyday was a new adventure for them.

PAIGE: Morning.

BOBBY: This venue has Access-Only VIP showers. Want to clean each other off a little later? ;)

Paige smiled at the thought and decided... what the hell? 

Why not get a little dirty while getting clean at the same time? It wasn't like they hadn't done it before. Just the notion of making love out in public like that really got her going too. Paige felt a damp spot in her panties form. Her body clearly was ready for her boyfriend already, and the first chance they'd have to make love would be hours off, after their set in the early afternoon. But if it was the only chance she had to be with her guy, she was going to take it. Paige needed a good, hard, passionate fuck. But more than anything, she needed her boyfriend's mouth on her clit and his tongue inside of her very wet pussy.

PAIGE: First you have to eat my pussy.

BOBBY: When?!

Paige slipped a hand beneath the band of her pajama bottoms and felt nothing but smooth skin all the way down to her hot little nub. It turned her on, to feel skin all the way down. She decided to tease her boyfriend a little, imagining him squirming to get off just above her. Ken was bigger than him, but she still loved the sight of Bobby at full attention. He had such a nice size too for a guy his height, and it was uncut too, which Paige loved.

PAIGE: It's so wet for you, Bobby. My pussy is so wet for you right now...

BOBBY: When they all leave I'll do it in the back!

PAIGE: Show me your dick, Bobby. Is it hard? I love how beautiful your dick gets when it gets so hard for me, your nice big cock and it's all for me...

BOBBY: Not the biggest you've ever had...

Paige smiled at that notion. It was true. Ken was the biggest she'd ever seen and had, which made her rub her clit a little faster. She was careful not to make any sounds or squirm around too much for fear of waking the others. But she already felt flushed, already felt her heart racing and her blood flowing to those special places that drove her wild. What was it with men and size, she wondered? Sure, Ken had a huge cock dangling between his legs and Paige loved every inch of it. But Bobby was well endowed too. 

Just because he was smaller than Ken, didn't make him small. When her boyfriend's tool was inside of her, she felt every inch and it drove her wild to feel anything that deep inside of her.

PAIGE: No... you aren't. But Ken is. Do you like thinking about that... my taking a really big cock?

BOBBY: Yes... I love watching you suck and fuck him.

It was still taking some getting used to being talked to like that, and understanding that her boyfriend wanted to see her with another man... especially in so pornographic a context. Still, she did kind of get off on it now.

PAIGE: I love sucking you and fucking you. Just because Ken is bigger, doesn't mean I like his cock more than yours. You're still my boyfriend. I might like his... but I LOVE yours. It's big, Bobby... really. When I first saw it, I about feinted. It's beautiful too. I love just molding it in my hands, playing with the foreskin and squeezing it so a little bit of pre-cum comes out of the tip... and then flicking my tongue over it and tasting you.

The next message was a picture of Bobby gripping his erect penis, dripping at the top.

PAIGE: I'm so fucking wet. You better eat me like your life depended on it!

After everyone slowly got up. Paige feigned being under the weather and Bobby had pretended to stick around and offer to take care of her so she'd be in better spirits when they had to all go on stage later. Once they were alone, Paige slipped out of her bunk bottomless, her shaved pussy and large rear exposed to Bobby. She cold feel her juices dribbling down the inside of her upper thighs now and it only made her more horny. Bobby just stared at her, stared at her down there and it drove Paige wild. She felt like a pornstar when she shaved herself clean.

"Wow! Did you just shave?" he asked, mesmerized by her nubile form.

"Last night. Standing up in the coed showers in Atlanta," she added.

It didn't take long for Bobby to position her back on the bed in the rear bedroom and spread her legs. Her lips were swollen, and the feeling of his tongue on her clit and inside of her slit sent electricity surging through her body. 

She groaned and moaned as she guided Bobby's nose and mouth, and his moving wet tongue all over her privates. He liked to get clinical when he went down on her, and would peel her lips open as far as they could like she was some trashy porn girl. She saw what she looked like so exposed in a photo he took once. Her private parts had never before been so put on display in such an exposed way before. It was one thing to spread your legs for a boy and show him your womanhood, she thought. But when she peeled her womanhood open, she was showing off her fuck hole hidden within.

"Bobby! Eat my fucking pussy!" Paige moaned.

Paige pulled her boyfriend deeper into her flower, rubbed her privates all over his face, smearing her nectar across his features. He moaned out excitedly, which drove Paige even crazier. 

"You marking me, hun?" he asked between her legs.

"Only seems fair," she said.

She felt her boyfriend's fingers slip into her. The first couple inches were fine, like a warm knife slipping through butter. But every centimeter after that still took some getting used to. She moaned out, still surprised at how tight she was after getting regularly fucked by two good-sized cocks and fingered just as frequently. It felt amazing, to be penetrated at the same time.

"Oh, Bobby!" she cried out.

"You like that?" he asked.

"Yes, keep going!"

Bobby began flicking his tongue over Paige's clit, which drove her wild. She wrapped her legs around his face and tried to literally draw him into her vagina, grinding her nub passionately all over her boyfriend's nose and mouth.

"I could eat your pussy all day," Bobby managed to say, pulling his fingers out of his girlfriend's wet hole and admiring a thin strand of her excitement stretching away from it. "Look at you..." he added, showing her the strand of her pre-cum.

"I want you, Bobby," was all she could think to say.

Bobby smeared the pre-cum all over her smooth pubic region and then lapped it off her skin as she cooed in ecstasy. He scooped out another helping of her excitement and hungrily lapped that up for her, making a show out of enjoying it, enjoying both the smell of her and the taste.

"I love the way you smell, Paige... and you taste so good too..." he added.

Bobby began to finger fuck Paige, which drove her wild. She slipped her hand down to her little nub, aching for attention, and began to rub it furiously in circles.

"Bobby! I'm coming! I'm coming, honey!" she cried out, gripping his thick, dark hair and standing up over him.

She had him on his knees, her pussy aimed right at his face while she furiously and purposefully rubbed her clit around.

"You gonna cum on my face, babe?" he asked, gripping his cock in his hands and masturbating at being so aggressively taken. 

"I am, open wide, Bobby, I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh God! Sweetie!" she kept crying until a steady stream of cum started spraying out of her flower, splashing up into her boyfriend's up-turned face, in his wanting mouth, and all over his forehead. It was the most pornographic thing she had ever done to a guy, and she was starting to really enjoy the idea that she, too, could mark her lover as her territory. 

Of course, as Bobby often pointed out, certain taboos existed with sperm facials that made his cumshots far more forbidden. He had even once gone into great clinical detail, while he played with his cum on her face, about how all of his sperm swimming around on her face was what made facials synonymous with territory marking. 

But when Paige continued to ejaculate all over her boyfriend's face, watching him revel in the act, Paige feeling her orgasm drain out of her body and onto her boyfriend's face, she wondered if he would feel just as marked as she always did afterwards. When she finished coming, Paige collapsed into Bobby's arms, the smell of her orgasm, of her juices all over his soaked face and hair biting into her nostrils. She felt mini quakes ripple through her body, cooing in her boyfriend's ear while he played with her nub and fingered her through a few more mini orgasms.

"Wow..." she said, shaking in Bobby's arms, watching him slowly stroke his cock, mesmerized by the sight of it.

"I love you," he said, taking the back of her head into his hands and pushing her head down onto his cock.

"You going to love me after you cum too?" she asked, mouth brushing against the pre-cum dripping from his tip, the musky smell of his cock driving her wild.

"I always do," he said, just as someone came onto the bus unexpectedly, both Paige and Bobby jerking up. Paige felt adrenaline shoot through her body as she heard her drummer shout into the bus.

"Paige? Bobby?" she heard him call out.

"Yeah. It's just me!" Paige called out. "Bobby went to the bathroom!" she lied, looking over into Bobby who kept his mouth shut. She reached out and squeezed his cock, watching it torment him to feel such pleasure from a single firm grip.

"Marvelous Rustle just got bumped and Eye of the Storm invited their friends to play on stage in our place," her drummer called out.

She shared a confused look with Bobby.

"What happened?"

"Marvelous Rustle's lead singer snapped his ankle an hour ago during sound check. We're on in their place in ten if we want to play at all!" her drummer shouted back.

"Shit! Okay, I'll call Bobby. I'll be right there!" she called back, obviously frustrated at being bumped.

"I'll be on stage!" her drummer shouted before closing the door.

Bobby grabbed Paige's hair and forced her mouth to his cock, but she recoiled playfully. "Hey now, I have to be presentable in ten minutes. I can't walk out on that stage looking like I just got done competing in the blowjob Olympics," Paige said, getting up and squeezing Bobby's cock.

"Just let me cum on your face," he begged, forcing her back down to her knees and standing up, jerking his organ right at her.

She playfully swatted him away and stood back up.

"I know you'd love for me to go out there looking like that, but I have a reputation to uphold. Besides, if you play nice now... we're off tomorrow... so maybe I'll think about letting you fuck my throat after we get off stage. My voice usually needs to recover after you get done ravaging my tonsils, but I think a day will be more than enough," Paige said, opening the back door and pulling her pants off of her bunk, dressing quickly.

Bobby pressed his aching cock against her backside and pushed her face against the closet.

"I'm going to fuck your mouth harder than I've ever fucked your pussy," he promised, the comment causing Paige to only get wet again at the anticipation of being used so viscerally and for such a pornographic act as that.

After he let her go, Bobby dressed and the two were able to make it on stage in just enough time for the set to start. 

After rocking out on stage with Flying Castles and pouring her heart and soul into their live performance, belting out those high notes to a sea of hundreds of sweaty teenagers all singing along with their rambunctious lead singer, Paige always wanted nothing but to just slip into a nice sensual bubble bath and melt away into the ether. Unfortunately, out on the road, such creature comforts were not possible. Instead, Paige usually had to rush off stage in a rush so that the next band could set up in enough time to play their set. It was a well-oiled machine, the Vans Warped Tour. But on days like today, she had to just roll with the punches if she even wanted to be apart of said machine. 

She signed CDs and band posters at the merch booth after the show in a haze, smiling and posing for pictures with this fan and that. Then they had to pack up and make sure they were ready to roll out of the venue by midnight with the rest of the rock and roll motorcade. This was life on the Vans Warped Tour with her band so far. It was everything Paige had dreamed of when singing into her hairbrush in the bathroom mirror in middle school, but it was certainly exhausting in a way she hadn't prepared for. Still, it was an experience made better for her since her longtime boyfriend and guitarist Bobby was by her side. Just looking over at him, it turned her on to know her cum was still on his face, though nobody could really tell or would know. 

After their daily obligations were over for the day, Paige grabbed Bobby and led him off to the VIP showers behind the venue. She wanted to fuck, and of course she had to offer her throat for an assault unlike anything she had experienced in a while too. Bobby's throatjob sessions usually left her voice in less than ideal conditions, but he never came harder or called her worse names, which always got Paige off. But more than anything, Paige wanted it to all be over in enough time for her and Bobby to get back to the stage to see Eye of the Storm perform.

They were a band Paige looked up to since she was a little girl. They had been on the scene for almost ten years now. Paige had been trying to catch them backstage, but they just weren't cool enough to garner an invite it seemed, even after an entire month tailing behind them on the road and opening up for their best friends' bands. Paige had fantasized about their lead singer Derrick Scott for many years growing up, and now here she was touring with the damn kid and she hadn't even met him yet. She wondered if she'd get a chance to meet him at any point during the tour or if she would get lost in the plethora of Second Stage acts like so many other bands did.

When they got to the showers, Paige was embarrassed to see they were co-ed, and there were a few occupied stalls in a long line of them. There was very little privacy, the walls separating the stalls only coming up to shoulder length it seemed. It resembled something Paige had seen in a military barracks more than anything, but it was going to be her only shot to give her boyfriend what she had promised. At least nobody would bother them if they got a stall all the way at the end. 

When they got to the stall, Paige and Bobby peeled their clothes off. Paige felt so exposed to the outside world, being naked in such a flimsy little stall. Her boyfriend's cock, she saw, was already almost fully hard by the time he stepped under the water with her and began kissing on the back of her neck.




Diary of a Rockstar Ch. 04



"I could eat your pussy all day," Bobby said, slipping his fingers inside her from behind. He pulled out of her and showed her a thin strand of her excitement stretching away between both of his fingers. "Look at you, babe," he said.

"I want you, Bobby," was all she could think to say.

"You ready for this?" he asked her, Paige feeling nervous, as this act always pushed her to the edge and made her feel like she was going to get sick. One day, she feared that she would.

"Yes," she said, swallowing nervously. "I... oh my God," she exclaimed, just as Bobby put his hands on her naked shoulders and started pressing her down to her knees on the hard tile floor. It was probably filthy, but it wasn't like she was about to be performing the most sanitary act, either.

"What?" Bobby asked.

"That's Derrick Scott, the lead singer of Eye Of The Storm!" she said, pointing to a tall, blue-eyed, black haired rockstar undressing in the stall across from them. When he turned and saw Paige looking at her, his eyes went wide in recognition and he smiled. He couldn't see her privates from that far away, her chest practically pressed against the stall, but he could see she was showering with her boyfriend, which slightly embarrassed her.

"Hey! I know you! You're Paige Whitman!" he exclaimed.

"Hello," was all she thought to say as Bobby just waved.

Then he did something that surprised her. He gathered up his towel and clothes and walked out of the stall shirtless, carrying his things over to the stall right next to the one she shared with Bobby. Her heart fluttered as he reached out and extended his hand across the thin stall.

"It's nice to finally meet you!" Derrick said, extending his hand over the thin stall.

"I... yes, you too" she said, awkwardly sliding her arm over her breasts and extending her free hand to him before he reached out and shook Bobby's hand beside her.

"Fancy meeting the girl from Flying Castles in the shower," he exclaimed.

"Wow, you're, uh... your band is so amazing! Thanks for, uh... bringing us along, you know?" she stammered nervously before her longtime crush, blushing in his presence in so exposed a way. 

"No problem. I love your record and your live show too! I couldn't not bring you guys," he said, stepping into the shower and turning it on. He slipped off his pants and Paige suddenly realized that only a thin sheet of plastic separated them from being able to see the other's naked body. He was cut, more than Bobby, and a little taller too. She longed to touch his muscular frame, to glance down and see what kind of a tool he had dangling between his legs.

"Oh, wow... thank you! I can't believe you listen to it!" Paige admitted.

"I do, non-stop he said," stepping under the shower. "All this time I thought you were single as the day you were born, but I catch you showering with your long-time guitarist... I guess the rumors about you two dating are true... unless you're just that comfortable with one another that you shower together," Derrick said, cracking a joke, nodding to Bobby who smiled.

"We're boyfriend/girlfriend," he confirmed, Paige swallowing hard.

"So much for seeing you at the back of the bus," Derrick said, winking at her, which almost caused her to feint. Bobby didn't seem to mind, either, as she felt him press up against her backside and slide over her cheeks and lower back.

"Obviously it's pretty serious," Derrick said, smiling.

"Yeah, what can I say... I love this guy," Paige admitted, still keeping an arm over her breasts, realizing nobody had ever seen her this exposed except for Bobby and her manager. Just the sensation of him on her backside, poking at her rear gave her a rush. She wondered what was going through his mind right then, but obviously it didn't bug him since he was casually washing himself under the showerhead. 

"I bet, well... look at me being so nosey. Here you two are in the shower trying to have a little privacy. I just wanted to say hi, but I'll give you your arm back now," Derrick said, joking, turning back around and stepping under the showerhead.

"Oh, uh... no, it's fine. I... shouldn't be so self-conscious. Have to remember out here on the road I have to just be one of the guys," Paige said, dropping her arm and turning back around, stepping under the shower with Bobby who began massaging a small helping of shampoo into her hair.

"That throat is mine," Bobby whispered into her ear, which made her melt, knowing Derrick was so close to them misbehaving, though couldn't hear any of it.

"So where's your girlfriend?" Paige asked, watching Derrick wash himself, his back to her.

"Oh, I'm as single as they come. I prefer to sample on the road... no offense," he said, arching his back, Paige watching his muscles flex as she admitted to being a player just like every other band member she had ever met.

"None taken, I get it," Paige said, Bobby pulling her closer to her, his erection pressing between her cheeks and slipping over her smooth vulva.

Derrick turned around just then and Paige froze when their eyes locked.

"Oh, I'm sorry..." Derrick said.

"No, it's fine. It's a public shower. Like I said... one of the guys. Nothing you haven't seen before I'm sure," Paige admitted, her boyfriend kissing her on the back of her neck.

"None that looked as amazing as yours, wow! No offense, Bobby," Derrick said.

Bobby shook his head. 'They are pretty amazing aren't they?"

Paige was shocked to hear Bobby so casually dismiss the fact that this idol of hers was now oogling over her naked breasts like a horny schoolboy in high school.

"Oh," Paige said, blushing, feeling anxious and excited at the same time. "I'm sure you say that to every girl who shows you her tits," she added playfully. 

"Sure, but I mean it with you, Paige. You have phenomenal breasts," Derrick insisted.

"Well... uh... wow! Thank you! That means a lot coming from you. I'm sure you've seen your fair share," she said.

Derrick laughed out loud then. "I've seen a lot of breasts in my day, sure, but those are easily one of the best looking pair I've seen. I love how large and puffy those cute areolas are... and pink... they really compliment those milky white mounds they're sitting on top of. Those are works of art, Paige, really!" Derrick stated excitedly.

"I've never seen a pair quite like them," Bobby added coyly.

"Wow... thank you, guys," Paige said.

Bobby nudged her from behind and gently put pressure on her shoulders, which shocked her. She turned and nudged him back, not wanting to be made a fool of in front of her childhood icon. He kept trying to get her to go down, but this wasn't Ken. He was basically in charge of their spot on the Warped Tour. She didn't want to get a reputation in the music industry that spread. Ken was low-key, but Derrick did not have that kind of reputation. She heard stories about his band that rivaled Billy Idol's Behind the Music special.

"Am I interrupting something?" Derrick finally asked.

"Sorry, my boyfriend is just a little worked up," Paige said.

"Oh... you guys came here to... I get it. I'm sorry I cock-blocked. I'll come back after the show," Derrick said turning off the shower and reaching for his towel, Paige suddenly shocked by her own feelings of guilt and disappointment.

"Oh, no! I mean, don't leave on our behalf!" she blurted out, not believing the words leaving her mouth before they formed as thoughts in her head.

"Well, I don't want to get in the way obviously," Derrick said.

"No, I mean... it's just... we were going to get kind of... rough... and I don't want to like make you uncomfortable is all," Paige said, turning back to Bobby, seeing that he was okay with where she was taking things all on her own.

"Like... rough, how?" Derrick asked.

"I... it's kind of embarrassing..." Paige said, blushing bashfully.

"Look at you blushing... what is it that embarrasses you so much?" he asked, smiling, turning the shower back on.

"I... Bobby already went down on me this morning and I... I kind of promised him that he could... use my mouth... roughly..." she said, trying to form the sentence as delicately as possible.

"You were going to let Bobby fuck your throat?" Derrick asked bluntly.

"To put it another way," Paige admitted, smiling.

"Look at you getting embarrassed," Bobby said behind her, rubbing her breasts in front of her rockstar crush and tugging on her already erect nipples.

"Hey if you guys want to do that, I'll leave you to it, seriously," Derrick offered.

"No, I mean... if you want to go, okay, but if you want to stay then... stay," she said.

"I'd love to stay. If you don't mind my watching you like that is all..." Derrick added.

"No. I... I don't mind..." she added, the boys exchanging a look that seemed to convey their mutual understanding of what was about to transpire between the three of them.

Paige smiled and then slowly dropped to her knees.

Derrick leaned over, Paige aware that he could now see her completely nude. 

"I can't believe I'm doing this..." Paige murmured.

"If you want me to leave, just say the word," Derrick added.

"No... I... I want you to watch me. Just... watch me, okay?" she said.

"Okay. I'm watching..."

Paige smiled as she grabbed Bobby's member and slowly slipped it into her mouth, keeping her eyes locked on Derrick who stared at her hungrily. She wrapped her tongue around his head, licked the underside of his head, and then took him back into her mouth and started to bob up and down on it, trying to keep her eyes on Derrick as best as she could.

She wanted Derrick to watch her, to watch her deliver one of the most passionate and sloppy blowjobs she had ever given. She made herself gag even, forced Bobby's thick manhood into the back of her throat and tried to make her eyes water over. She had applied a thick layer of mascara and eyeliner earlier in the morning just to add insult to injury, Paige knowing how her boyfriend loved to really mess her up when she performed fellatio on him.

Paige knew her make-up was surely ruined by now from the amount of tears that had run from her eyes when Bobby passionately and vigorously took matters into his own hands. Paige never enjoyed the way her gagging on a man's cock sounded, but she had simply gotten used to the fact that both Bobby and even Ken not only loved it, preferred it. Bobby wasn't as big as Ken, sure, but he was still above average and driven by a young man's voracity and need to come with a beautiful, naked woman. Ken was different. He got off on the taboo of coming with a barely legal rockstar who was old enough to be his daughter, a girl he also happened to manage. And as x-rated as things had gotten between her boyfriend and manager, never in a million years did she imagine the lead singer of her favorite band would be watching her sucking her boyfriend's thick, dripping erection on a filthy public shower room stall floor.

"You know how to deep-throat, I'm impressed," Derrick commented on her performance.

"I start to gag, but... I can do it," she said in between bobbing sessions, staring up at Derrick while a spider-web of pre-cum and saliva connected her lips to her boyfriend's raging cock. 

"It sounds amazing. If I could record it, I'd listen to it over and over every night before I went to bed. I'd make a playlist of all the sounds you've been making... slobbering, sucking, gagging, wretching... all of it," Derrick said boldly.

Paige thought that sounded like quite a titillating thought. She certainly got off on being the concubine for Bobby and Ken, why not for Derrick, she wondered? Obviously Bobby didn't mind.

"How about this?" Paige asked, impaling her head on Bobby and forcing him into the back of her throat. She started to gag and croak, but she held her head in place, allowing even more guttural sounds to erupt from deep in her throat, awful sounds of her body protesting the invasion of her boyfriend's penis into her throat.

"You're such a little fucking whore," Bobby said.

"Oh... you like being called names, do you?" Derrick asked in response to Bobby's comment.

Paige just nodded.

"You mind?" Derrick asked Bobby who shook his head. He turned back down to Paige.

"I didn't want to say anything earlier, but a girl who wanted to shower with her boyfriend out in public like this and who wanted to let her boyfriend fuck her throat... I was thinking what a whore you really turned out to be..." Derrick said.

Paige reveled in being demeaned, and was shocked that she enjoyed it, especially since it was coming from her idol.

"You have no idea," Paige said, taking her boyfriend out of her throat for just a moment, Bobby slipping him back into her mouth before she could finish her thought.

Paige spit, drooled, slobbered over, sucked on, and made love to Bobby's thick manhood all for show, just like she did for Bobby when she was sucking on Ken in front of him. She licked and sucked her boyfriend's organ all the way from his badly swollen balls to his engorged head, which was just oozing with pre-cum, even under the shower. Paige knew her boyfriend was just moments away from emptying the contents of his balls all over her face. He would most definitely facialize her in front of Derrick. How else could he carnally show of his status on this tour than be dumping his warm load all over the object of the main act's leader singer's desire's face right in front of him? The question was, was Paige ready to be facialized in front of Derrick?

"Well, sweetie, I have to admit I'm very impressed by both your vigor and technique, but... this is more of a blowjob than a throat-fucking session like you described," Derrick observed, slipping one of his hands off of the stall's wall separating them.

With that, Bobby grabbed the back of Paige's head and began fucking her throat hard and fast. 

It was so intense that Paige began to feel pre-cum and saliva spilling out of her nostrils every time she gagged, which spilled out onto the mess her throat was leaving all over her boyfriend's cock. She hated to think what she must look like being rammed into like this while she gagged and gagged. Bobby hadn't been lying earlier, she had never experienced a thoatjob quite so passionate and quite so rough as this one, her boyfriend practically slamming himself into her throat over and over again without any real regard to her comfort or boundaries, just using her mouth as a fuck-hole like he used her pussy as when he wanted to throw her a good, hard, adult fuck... the kind women got, not young girls her age.

When Paige finally started to hear her boyfriend moan and groan in that familiar way, panting her name like she were the sexual goddess Aphrodite herself, she knew it would only be a few more moments before he climaxed. But was she ready?

"Oh, Paige! Paige! God! Oh, Paige, sweetie, yes!" he kept screaming, finally pulling out of her throat but keeping a firm grip on her hair with one hand while stroking his cock right at her face with the other.

"Oh my God! You are not!" Derrick exclaimed.

"The little whore loves it!" Bobby groaned.

"Is that true?" Derrick asked.

"It's true," she said, slipping her hand between her legs, not realizing just how horny she was until that exact moment. "I love cum on my face," she added playfully but honestly.

Her face was the ultimate target. She might as well have drawn a bulls-eye target on her forehead and written "cum target" in permanent marker beneath for how often her boyfriend and manager had used her face as a depository for their seed. 

She didn't mind the act anymore necessarily, kind of liking this new fetish she was discovering, wanting to deeply please and alleviate any pressure Bobby or Ken would ever be feeling. If that meant pointing their cocks at her face instead of her tits, than so be it. But this was the first time she was going to be put on display for another musician, another musician she definitely looked up to and one who obviously found her attractive. To be the object of his desire at the same time as pleasuring her boyfriend made her incredibly wet.

It made Paige more nervous than anything that Bobby had actually thought of her like this, wanted to so viscerally mark her.

"I'm going to come... I'm going to come all over your pretty face, sweetie," Bobby moaned as he slipped himself back in her mouth, rammed it down her throat a few times, and then pulled back out. 

Thick strands of pre-cum and saliva spilled away from his swollen, pulsating cock that were still attached to the inside of Paige's mouth. Paige even felt the thick strands of saliva and pre-cum stretch away out of her nostrils and attach themselves to Bobby's cock like strands of thick snot. When she looked up and saw Bobby's reaction to this visual, his eyebrows went up and he swore. Derrick did the same.

"Oh my gosh... look at that..." Bobby said. "It's coming out of your nose," he moaned approvingly.

"Yeah, holy shit!" Derrick exclaimed.

"There was nowhere else for it to go," Paige admitted. "You were fucking my throat pretty hard, Bobby..." she added.

"What a little blowjob slut you turned out to be, Paige. I can't wait to come on your face," Bobby said.

"I'm ready..." Paige admitted nervously, feeling self-conscious about her appearance.

"Here, let me get a picture of this..." Bobby said, reaching for his phone on the bench in the changing room part of the stall. He snapped off a series of what Paige guessed were some of the most humiliating pictures he had taken in an already humiliating collection of blowjob and facial candids.

"A little something for later?" Derrick asked, obviously masturbating himself, Paige thought, looking up at him and smiling.

"You ready for a fresh load of cum on your face?" her boyfriend asked, putting his phone aside and quickly jerking his cock right at her face, the thick strands of pre-cum and saliva attaching themselves from her face, nostrils, and mouth being put to the test. They never broke.

"Always," Paige admitted honestly. 

"Here it comes, slut," Bobby exclaimed.

Bobby grunted and moaned Paige's name over and over as he burst all over her forehead. Paige felt a familiar warm splash up over her naked forehead, right into that invisible bulls-eye she imagined Bobby and Ken saw time and time again at the point of their orgasm. It was like an erupting volcano, a jet of icing shooting Paige right in her right eye and sealing it shut instantly; she felt a stinging sensation follow suit. 

Bobby titled Paige's head back and began to white-wash her nose, pumping thick, goopy helpings of his sperm all over it, coating it in a layer of cum that reminded Paige of a thick, vanilla custard, though it felt more like hot icing being glazed over her face. She felt like she was some kind of bakery pastry or fresh baked donut being frosted in the morning.

It started to burst out across her lips, the taste of Bobby's semen flooding across her taste buds and coating her teeth. Next, Bobby began to smear his erupting head all over her chin, Paige reveling in the sensation of being painted in so beautiful a manner. It was the sluttiest act she had ever subjected herself to and she always felt immediately self-conscious when it was over... especially now so more than ever since Derrick from Eye of the Storm was watching.

When it was finally over, Paige looked up at Bobby with his cum all over her face.

"Jesus, Paige..." Bobby breathed incredulously.

"How do I look?" she asked anxiously.

"Why don't you ask Derrick," Bobby said, pointing to him.

Paige smiled nervously, turned to him, and pulled herself up. She came face to face with him and could see the shock and arousal written all over his face.

"I... Paige, honey... I don't even know what to say..." he said, moaning, stroking a little faster, Paige wondering how he was enjoying the sight of her.




Diary of a Rockstar Ch. 04



Her entire face was decorated in Bobby's thick sperm. 

Bobby had certainly enjoyed calling her a slut, and boy did she earn that new pet name, Paige thought. Thick strands of Bobby's semen had attached themselves to the embarrassing mess on her forehead to her little glazed nose, the bridge of her nose, and her congealed lashes. A mess of cum dangled off the tip of her nose as well. And aside from the massive cumshot she had just taken to the face and now wore anxiously, pre-cum and saliva dangled out of her nostrils and her eyes had watered over, her mascara smeared all over her cheeks.

"Jesus Bobby..." Derrick added. "You really got her, man!"

"I've been holding that in for a few days I think," he said, Paige believing it, understanding how busy they've been.

"Here," Bobby said, tilting Paige's face back to him, Paige too slow on the draw, already realizing she was having this new facial catalogued with all of the others on his phone. 

She smiled, as she always did, but deep down felt a new sense of degradation and humiliation with each facial cumshot photo she had let be taken of herself. 

When she was finished letting Bobby forever capture her embarrassment, he set his camera back down on top of his clothes and stepped back up behind her, groping her breasts for Derrick's amusement. Paige blushed, and also felt humiliated that her private parts had just been so cavalierly put on display for this complete stranger. She usually waited a couple of dates before she let a guy even feel her up, let alone let them see what her naked breasts actually looked like... or what her cum-face looked like, either.

"Paige, wow, sweetie, I don't know what to say. Bobby, you are the luckiest guy on this entire tour," Derrick said excitedly.

"I guess I am. Check this out," Bobby said, taking his finger and scooping up a mess of his sperm off of his girlfriend's chin and then feeding it to her. 

Paige took it in her mouth reluctantly, but then decided she ought to go along with it since it would turn her boyfriend and Derrick on so much. Plus, part of her still felt guilty for fucking Ken so often, and in front of Bobby, even though he claimed not to mind. When she swallowed Bobby's sperm, Derrick nearly had a heart attack.

"Holy shit, man! Wow. You are one lucky guy," he said.

"Thanks," he said, taking Paige by the hand and leading her back to the changing area.

"Wait!" Paige exclaimed.

"What?"

"I want to see your dick. You got to see me... do a lot... least you can do is show me," Paige said, turning back to Bobby to confirm it would be okay to look at it. He nodded, which made her incredibly happy. When she peered over the stall, she saw him pumping away at a long cock, halfway between Bobby's and Ken's size, but skinnier than both of theirs.

"What do you think?" Derrick asked, displaying it for her.

"It's big."

"Biggest you've seen?" he asked playfully.

"Nope," she said simply.

"Wow, you little slut," Derrick added, smiling.

"Just being honest," Paige said slyly, cum still dripping down her face.

"No problem. If I'm being completely honest, I'd have to say you have one of the sluttiest cum-faces I've seen in a while... and I've covered up a healthy amount of hot chicks in my day," he said.

"I'm flattered," Paige said, giggling.

"Listen, Paige, me and the guys have been looking to party with you for some time, but we just were too nervous to leave the wrong impression on you... but why don't you two come over after the show tonight, okay? We have my yacht parked in the marina, we'd love for you to come by tonight," Derrick asked.

"Sounds good..." was all she could think to say.

"Great, see you then," Derrick said, grabbing a towel and leaving her, cum-covered, with her boyfriend in the public showers.

After Paige washed her boyfriend's sperm from her face and she let him fuck her quickly while nobody was looking, they got dressed again and headed back to the tour bus where they both took a much-needed nap...

TO BE CONTINUED IN... Chapter 05!