Curves for Her Rockstar (4 page)

I couldn’t see his cock but there was something about imagining it. My fingers went back and forth forming a visual in my mind.

He’s bigger than most men.

Why shouldn’t he? He’s Blake Brooks.

My pussy continued to pulsate with each slow pass.

He let out a long moan. “That’s nice but I bet your lips are better.”

Oh! Let’s test that theory shall we?

His thumb hooked around his underwear and pulled down. His dick bobbed up – giving the signal to play. The elastic waistband pulled over his wet and sticky glans. For a moment a silver thread of cum connected from his dick to his underwear.

It broke as his underwear fell to the ground. I let out a soft gasp hoping he didn’t hear.

Most celebrities have a bigger than life mentality to them. Some don’t live up to the legend. I heard a few don’t have sex because they feel they can’t measure up. That wasn’t the case here.

It was a good inch longer than most men and a bit thicker. The end of his dick was already wet and sticky and I couldn’t help but grin wide.

That’s because of me.

Most guys won’t turn down easy pussy but I knew he wanted more than that. He wasn’t a man who forced himself to ignore my curves. They weren’t something to tolerate but rather admire, even adore.

I know I’m not society’s conventional idea of beauty but I’m not hideous. That said, it felt nice to have someone tell me I was pretty even if via an erect veiny dick.

I followed the top bulged out vein from his wet glans to his trimmed pubic hair. Just clipped enough hair to be respectable but enough to scream man. I bit the other side of my mouth as I imagined his dick sliding into my mouth. He’ll stretch my lips but that’s what I’m counting on. Sex should be a challenge. Keeps it from getting boring.

His hand went along my hair and he nudged me down until my knees met the floor. I took in a quick inhale of his sharp tangy scent. Just a hint of ammonia from his pre-arousal.

I looked up even though I couldn’t really see everything. Somehow, that made it hotter. I’ve always liked strong man. Maybe it was because as a big girl I already dominate men. Now here was someone with height, muscles, and all the power that comes with being a celebrity. He could force me to do anything and I’d gladly comply.

My hands shook as they went to his dick. I arched my head back so I could see but I probably could’ve figured it out. Not that hard to find a cock just a few inches from my waiting mouth.

My fingers brushed against his veiny shaft. Heat and stickiness pressed back. My hand went around his cock and I gripped firm but gentle.

Oh my God. It’s around Blake Brook’s cock.
I forced myself to
not
cackle like a mad woman.

My mouth opened in a smile as my breathing increased. I took a second to calm myself so I wouldn’t hyperventilate. The best I could do was just slow down my quick pants.

My hand tightened, and I rocked back and forth along his shaft. Every detail of his cock pressed against my palm.

A big dick is nice but I like that it made my hand look small.

His stomach muscles tightened. Shadowed valleys between his hard abdominals deepened while I rocked back and forth.

I looked up. “You like that?”

He let out a long low breath. “Hell, yeah.”

I could only speculate what went through his mind. As far as he knew, I didn’t know who he was. Yeah he paid for me – sort of – but I wondered about his life. He had fame and fortune, but couldn’t be with girls he liked except behind closed doors. Women threw themselves at him but he chose somebody like me.

Then make him believe he made the right decision.

I leaned forward and kissed the end of his slick glans. I shook as I smiled. He was salty, but I thought he tasted like the sweetest thing on earth. For a girl that likes her pastries, I should know.

His voice shook when he spoke. “Oh man...”

I leaned closer and swirled my tongue around his slick glans. I tasted more of his brine and swallowed while my heart raced.

A souvenir...

My tongue went around the swollen end of his cock again. I went back and forth along his salty slit and he shuddered hard with each pass. Men are so cute. He’s probably gotten hundreds of girls but he still acts like this is the best blowjob ever.

My eyebrow rose.
Maybe it is?
He went through all this trouble to get a girl like me. Maybe he didn’t sleep with any groupies because they didn’t make him hard like a curvy girl did.

My forehead scrunched.
Oh you poor baby.

I gave my all before but now I just wanted to reach down into my hidden depths and give him the best blowjob ever.

Among other things.

I only had an inch of his swollen cock in my mouth but it was enough to make him throb. I sucked and ran my tongue while he continued to pant hard. His hands tightened into fists as I leaned in and took another inch of his slick spit and pre-cum covered cock.

His bulged out veins pushed against my lips and tongue and he buried deeper into my waiting mouth. I tightened my lips and pressed hard against his shaft.

Part of me wanted to drag this out and savor every suck, thrust, and salty drop. Nothing lasts forever, and I didn’t know if the Phantom Knocker would return.

I quickened my pace and his cock buried until my nose wrinkled in his pubic hair. I took in a deep inhale. Some girls complain about a man’s sweat but there’s just something primal about it. Maybe they sweat out the pheromones or it’s just something from our evolution. No matter the reason, I and my wet pussy love it.

I tilted back and the end of his cock ran along the tip of my tongue before I leaned forward and sucked hard. It was already noisy, but the room filled with the drawn out – almost obscene – sounds of spit and pre-cum forced in and out of my mouth.

I didn’t care. Sex – good sex – is loud. We were definitely that.

I swallowed as his brine increased. I knew he was close.

Come on Blake. Shoot your country star load in my waiting mouth.

My hand went to his balls, and they contracted to my touch. They felt heavy and full of his spunk.

My lips tightened.
Let me take your load. I’ll lighten your balls.

I sped up as I abused my own throbbing mouth with his cock. It hurt but I couldn’t help myself. There was so many reasons I wanted this. Bragging rights – even if to myself, and pride in sucking dick.

There was more. I wanted to do something for him. He’s the one that inspired me to sing and I kind of felt sorry for him. What good was money if you can’t be with the type of girl you like?

His breathing shook and he let out a long grunt. “Oh fuck,” he screamed. “I’m gonna come.”

His hips bucked, and he buried his thick cock deep into my throat. I swallowed around him and felt the kick of his cock. Warm spurts of sticky cum hit the back of my throat as I smiled.

His fingers entangled within my hair and he held me tight in place. There’s no way I could escape if I wanted to – I didn’t. There’s no way I would leave anyway.

In my peripheral vision I saw his hard biceps flex out as he held me in place. He grunted again and shot another load down my throat. I swallowed fast, and it wasn’t long before I had another mouthful.

His crotch jerked and spit and cum dribbled out onto my chin and onto my breasts.

A souvenir for later.

He wasn’t gentle as he shot his cum but he wasn’t cruel. He just wanted to fulfill that male need to bury your seed deep within a girl be it her mouth or anywhere else. That was part of it. I like to think it was also because I give a damn good blowjob.

Judging from the amount of his wet seed splashed around my mouth and down my throat, he was in complete agreement.

I smiled as best I could and swallowed another load of his ‘agreement’.

He kept his long thick dick inside while his aftershocks subsided. I took in a long deep breath and smelled his increase sharp tangy sweat and arousal. Even my own wet excitement from between my legs mixed in. It smelled of sex but I wanted it to smell more.

I swallowed around his cock about until I gripped him with my throat. He let out a moan that sounded like he was in pain but I’m sure he wasn’t.

“Fuck, beautiful.” He whistled low. “That’s the best blowjob I’ve had in years.”

I sucked one last time and let his cock slide out of my mouth. My hand gripped around his cock and I continued to pump. He was still hard, but I wanted him to stay that way in case there was more fun to come.

He let out another long whistle. “Damn good blowjob. Maybe the best ever.”

I smiled. “Thanks, Blake.”

I stopped with my hand still around his cock. I couldn’t see but I sensed his body tense.

His voice was shaky and low when he spoke. “What did you say?”

Fuck!

I raised the blindfold and blinked at country music superstar Blake Brooks as I gripped his wet cock.

My hand left his dick even though it pained me to do so. My lips quivered. “I won’t tell...”

He continued to stare with wide eyes. His nostrils flared and his chest went up and down rapidly. I wasn’t sure how much was fear and how much was the best blow job in years.

My head tilted. “Who’s going to believe me?”

His eyes narrowed and his voice still shook. It was several seconds before he spoke. “I know you...”

I bit my lip. “Yeah,” I said softly. “I work for you.”

His forehead scrunched. “You tricked me.”

My eyes shot down to the ground and then back. “Not really. You wanted
someone
to fuck.” I gestured toward myself and forced a smiled. “Tada?”

His eyebrow went up. He nodded to himself and I wish I knew what he was thinking.

“
Tada
? That’s all you have to say for yourself?”

I scratched at my forearm. “What was I supposed to do? You were right there!” I gestured to his hard chiseled body. “Who wouldn’t fuck you?”

He let out a quick laugh and shook his head.

My heart beat. He always had a bit of a bad boy aura. I think that’s why he did so well – besides his musical talent. He looked like the boy next door but had eyes that hinted danger. At least I always thought so.

He took a step toward me and his cock bobbed. “So my little roadie wants to get fucked by Blake Brooks?” He nodded to himself as if agreeing to an internal idea. “Okay beautiful, let’s give you what you wished for.”

I wasn’t entirely afraid but there were something in the way he said it which made my heart race. Although if I were honest, it made my pussy throb out too.

He snapped his finger and pointed to the couch. It was in that moment that I realized why the couch was roomy. He wanted something spacious for wide hips.

I shook as I stood up. Wasn’t sure if it was fear or excitement – probably both.

I laid back on the couch and it sunk with my weight. Blake’s lips pursed, and he tapped at my inner thighs. My clit tingled with each push as my wet panties clung to my lips. I wouldn’t say he was an asshole, but he was mad. I couldn’t blame him since I tricked him.

His expression crawled into a smile. “You wanted to pull one over on Blake Brooks, did you?” He nodded his head. “Well Blake’s going to put one in you.”

I swallowed away at the lump in my throat while my heart raced so fast it started to hurt. I wasn’t sure if he was pretending, how mad he was, engaging in his own fantasy, or just getting rid of pent up frustration.

Maybe all the above.

Gooseflesh rose along my arm as I considered what might happen. He was a world-famous musician, but I was in a locked room. An angry man with an erect cock was inches from my pussy and I had my legs spread.

How much anger would he take out on me?

Despite the worry, my body readied for his cock, finger, or tongue.

Maybe all three.

My panties were already wet but now they were sopping with liquid arousal.

He sneered. “Looks like somebody’s in the mood to fuck.”

I glanced toward his erect cock.
I’m not the only one but I’m not arguing. I’m just going to stay here like a good girl with her legs apart.

He leaned forward. “You and I are going to fuck. I’m going to explore every curvy inch of your fuckable body. You’re mine to do with as I please.” His eyebrow rose. “You understand?”

I nodded quickly and did my best to not smile. My breath shook as I exhaled.

I fantasized about Blake taking me and it always seemed so preposterous. Now it was about to happen for real. Fuck, I didn’t care if he was pissed.

Actually, that’ll make it better. Nothing better than angry sex.

My head nodded in agreement.
I’m a big girl. I can take it.

His hand pressed against my mound. I felt his heat through the wet lace fabric as I jerked.

Jesus. Just his touch is enough to make my clit buzz.