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From: "Mistress Diana" <mistress_diana@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} NEW: Rock Star (Mf, bond)
Date: Sat,  5 Jan 2002 16:10:11 -0500
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Here's my latest.  It is not an Diana and Mike story, however, it was one I 
took great pleasure in writing.  Some people may recognize the 'rock star'.  
It's just a fantasy....

All of my stories can now be found on my website at asstr-mirror.org

www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Mistress_Diana/www/

Please do not repost without permission of the author, and as always your 
comments are encouraged.

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Rock Star

by Mistress Diana
mistress_diana@hotmail.com





The air in the bar was heavy and moist.  Lazy clouds of smoke hung there 
like fog.  And the noise was dull and uninteresting.  It was typical night 
in the French Quarter of New Orleans and Darlene could care less.  She sat 
in an out of the way corner of the bar and brooded over a warm, dark beer.

In her little social circle it was the biggest night of the year.  She and 
her friends talked and planned about it for months.  Their idol was 
performing a homecoming concert at last.  And the best thing about it was 
the show was in a smaller venue.  Up close and personal, she thought.  Close 
enough to touch...

She sighed heavily and her shoulders slumped even more.

Darlene was a raven-haired beauty with green eyes and the palest skin 
possible for such a hot and sunny climate.  Her lush twenty-six year old 
body was covered with black.  Tight clingy top.  Tight mini.  Stockings.  
Boots.  Short jacket.  All black and reflecting the depths of her black 
mood.

She lit another cigarette and looked at her watch.  The show would be over 
by now.  Her friends were no doubt on their way to a party.  Maybe even 
meeting the object of her obsession at this very moment.  She took another 
sip of her beer and slammed her glass down.  No one noticed the black, 
brooding lump in the corner.

Nope, they were all there and she wasn't.  Call it stupidity or whatever you 
like.  Suddenly the time was at hand and her hand was empty.  Oh, she tried. 
  She spent long hours scanning the Internet and calling places, but no 
ticket.  Her stupid friends `somehow' forgot to get her a ticket.   But she 
knew better.  Julie, the little bitch, happened to be mad at her that day 
and conveniently overlooked that fact that Darlene needed a ticket to the 
hottest show - ever.

As Darlene's body slumped even more, the smoke from her cigarette added to 
the heavy atmosphere and obscured her view of the front door.  She saw a few 
shadowy types come in and go over to the bar.  They looked like they 
probably were at the show themselves which made her only more remorse and 
resentful.  She ignored them and went back to playing with the droplets of 
water that beaded up on her glass.

The bar she was in was probably the most nondescript place in the Quarter.  
That's why she chose it.  It was never crowded and most of the people in 
there were uninterested in her type.   A perfect place to not be seen.  She 
felt if anyone of her crowd saw her on the street and not on the way to the 
show, she would die of shame.

She had weighed the decision of going out that night as opposed to staying 
in.  Darlene felt that staying in would just contribute to the misery.   She 
knew she would lay there in the dark, get high and listen to `him' over and 
over again on her stereo.  His voice would envelope her and do those weird, 
crazy things it always did and she would go insane.

No, she had reasoned, better to get out and move around.

Although sitting there crying in a beer wasn't much better.  And now that 
beer was so warm it was undrinkable.  She sighed yet again and got up to go 
to the bar.  It wasn't the type of place to have a waitress.

She didn't bother looking at any of the patrons as she made her way around 
the little tables to the dark, smooth surface of the bar.  It actually was 
one of her favorite places to escape to.  None of her friends would ever 
dare to go there.

She approached the bar and leaned over it a bit to get the bartender to 
notice her.  He was busy chatting with a couple of locals at the far end, so 
she waited.  She really wasn't in any hurry.

Darlene was vaguely aware that the two shadowy types that came in were 
sitting on the stools next to her.  They were both men, but she didn't want 
to look at them directly in case they knew her.  But she was listening to 
their conversation.

"Yeah," the one farthest away said, "that one chick in the first row...did you 
see her tits?  Shit..."

The one closest to her laughed and Darlene felt a shiver go through her body 
and she didn't know why.  She shrugged it off and started to wish she wasn't 
there.  It was obvious they had been at the show and now she was about to 
hear about the antics.   Damnit, that could have been me showing off my 
tits, she thought wryly.

Her immediate neighbor stopped laughing and spoke again.  "You know, my 
fingers hurt more than most nights."

Darlene's eyes flew open at the sound of his voice.  It was so familiar...but 
where?  She slowly raised her eyes up to look at the mirror behind the bar.  
If she was careful, she could get a look at them without them noticing her.  
Her gaze went up...just over the bottles of vodka and whiskey and began to 
focus at the faces to her left.

Although the mirror was dirty and the air was hazy, the face that was slowly 
coming into her view was unmistakable.  The long, black hair, parted in the 
middle.  The eyes, what color were they right now?  Blue?  The strong face 
and chin.  The thin but sensuous lips.  How many times had she gazed at that 
face and committed it to memory?  Suddenly her whole body broke out in a 
cold sweat.  There he was.  The object of her every obsession and her every 
wet dream.

"Yeah, so I'm glad we decided to slip away here," that voice said again.   
"Good choice, man."

Darlene stood rooted there as the bartender finally acknowledged her and 
came over to see what she wanted.

"What can I get you, miss?" he said in the funky accent that only natives 
from New Orleans had.

"Ah, um...Dixie," she choked out.

He squinted at her, trying to see if she was totally shit-faced or not and 
decided she was ok.

Darlene was so aware of his presence so close to her.  She could smell him 
and he smelt wonderfully clean.  She actually was a bit surprised at the 
smell, but it was great.  Most of all she could sense his aura...the sheer 
being of him right the fuck next to her.  Oh god...

Never was she so scared to move and say anything in her life.  But her eyes 
could move and they did again - back to the mirror.  This time when she 
looked up, his eyes stared back at her.   And when they saw her face, they 
squinted.   His face broke into a small, amused smile.

Darlene broke her gaze and began to fumble in her pocket for some money to 
pay for the beer that had just arrived.  She threw a five on the counter and 
slipped away before she knew it.  Her little nest was waiting for her and 
she hastily retreated there.

The so-called object of her desire slowly turned around to look at her as 
she walked back to her seat.  If she had seen the look in his eye, she would 
have turned a shade of red that only her hair could match.

Every once and a while he wanted something.  He wasn't always sure what it 
was, but that beauty that had just gazed at him in the mirror, for tonight, 
was it.

The show that evening had, as usual, drained him and left him extremely 
mellow, but not emotionally or physically dead.  A stirring was there and it 
came to life when he looked in the mirror and saw those green eyes framed by 
a mass of wavy, red hair.  When she walked away, he knew that she knew who 
he was.  A slow smile played on his lips again as he watched her move away 
from him.

He drained his beer and made an excuse to visit the men's.  At it happened, 
he would have to walk right by her little retreat.  He eased his lithe, lean 
body off the stool, took a deep breath and began to walk.

Darlene had barely taken two long gulps of her beer when she saw him begin 
to walk over to her.  She quickly took in what he was wearing, as that was 
ever so important to her.  He was all dressed in black like her. Black jeans 
- not too tight, black leather boots that went almost up to his knees, black 
sleeveless t-shirt.

Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, she thought.  He's coming!   What do I do?  What do I-

He walked right by her without looking at her and went to the restrooms.

It was several long seconds later that she remembered to breathe again.  
Options started to go through her brain.  She could leave right now and be 
done with it.  She had the encounter and that was all.  She could tell all 
her friends about it and relive it in her dreams or when she masturbated in 
a warm tub.

Or she could camp out there longer and get the nerve up to speak to him.  
That was much harder, but how many times had she fantasized this very 
moment?  Over and over she had played the scene, but it was different.  Her 
version started with him seeing her in the audience and picking her out.  
The show ends, someone finds her and brings her back stage.   It's quiet.  
There are flowers.  He glides over to her and offers her a drink.  She's 
witty and beautiful and poised.  They move to the couch-

"Excuse me, may I have a seat?" a slightly raspy voice asks her.

She came out of her reverie and there he was, easing his body into the booth 
next to her and suddenly it was all real.

"Um...I...sure," she said.  So much for poise.

Darlene was looking at him - really looking at him now.  He smiled.

"I...I know who you are..." she stammered out.

He smiled broadly at her.  "I could tell by the way you looked at me in the 
mirror."

She blushed furiously, but said nothing.

"And your name is?" he asked, eyebrows rising.

"Oh, um, Darlene."

"Hmmm...interesting name.  Haven't heard that one in a while.  Kinda 
fifties-ish."

"Yeah...I guess."  She looked down at her beer and tried to think of something 
intelligent to say.

"Did you see the show tonight?"

Oh no, she thought, not that!  Don't ask me that!

"I, ah, didn't."  She looked up at him then and her eyes were full of shame.

He looked somewhat surprised as if he expected everyone who adored him to be 
there.  It was only fitting that they were.

"Oh, I'm sorry.  I just figured..."

"Well, my so-called friends were supposed to get me a ticket," she said, 
suddenly bitter and beginning to return to her usual self.  "But they 
`forgot'.  I tried for weeks to get one, but I couldn't."  She brought her 
green eyes up to focus on his.  Yes, they were blue.  "You're very popular, 
you know."

Her dark, painted lips curved upwards to a smile when she said this and he 
felt something stir deep inside when he gazed at her.  He reached out to 
take her hand in his and surprised himself as he lowered his lips to kiss 
hers.  Maybe the old charm of this city was finally getting to him, but he 
wanted to kiss her hand in a big way.

Darlene was close to fainting as she saw him lower his head.  Black strands 
of hair brushed against her skin and somewhat obscured his face, but his 
lips touched her hand and the electricity coursed through her veins.  He 
kept them pressed there for a few seconds before sitting up again.  His face 
split into a smile and the moment was gone.

"I have an idea," he said, eyes flashing.  "Since you weren't able to 
experience us live, how about a more private show?"

Her eyes widened in disbelief.  He was actually asking her to go to his 
house? And do...what?

"I, uh, what exactly do you mean?" she heard herself asking.

"I don't live too far from here.  Come and visit and I'll show you around.  
You can listen to some new stuff I'm working on."

He sounded very casual about it.  Maybe she was reading into it too much.

"Um, ok," she said, wondering what the hell she was doing.

"Great, let's go.  This place is a little oppressive, don't you think?"

He eased out of the booth and she followed him.  Never in her wildest dreams 
had she imagined this to happen.  Sure she fantasized about it, but she 
never thought it would happen.  Little did she know how wild things would 
be.





They rode in his limo through the dark, sleepy streets of the Garden 
District.  She knew he lived there, but never knew exactly which house.   As 
they rode, she was pretty quiet, not knowing what she should be talking 
about.  He did most of the talking and she was surprised at how easy-going 
he was.  She answered his questions about herself but she found she couldn't 
take the lead and ask him any questions.  It was if she didn't want to 
intrude on his privacy, and yet he was taking her to where he lived.  His 
innermost sanctum.

The limo slowed on a nameless street and they exited back out to the heavy 
damp air.  There wasn't a soul around.  The air was filled with the heady 
scent of flowers and she could hear crickets and other things chirping and 
cheeping in the still night.  The limo drove away and he walked up the 
stairs.  She followed him up and after some elaborate punching on a keypad, 
they were inside.

The house was very old, but it had been redone when he bought it.  She had 
heard that it used to be an old funeral home and she could tell by the 
layout.  There was a big entranceway that leads into a few different rooms.  
They were beautifully furnished with Victorian-era furniture and drapes.  
Expensive artwork adorned the walls and she was awed.

"This is beautiful!" she said, walking boldly into the sitting room.  "It's 
like going back into time."

He leaned against the doorway and watched her.  In this light he could fully 
appreciate her loveliness.  Her long legs carried her gracefully across the 
rich carpets.  Her slim arms with their long fingers caressed the 
upholstery.   He noticed her fingernails were painted dark red, like blood.  
They looked so stark in comparison to her ivory skin.  As she tilted her 
head up to look at the chandelier, her firm and very pleasing breasts stuck 
out.  His eyes slid along her bust line up to her neck and then rested on 
the fine bones of her chin and jaw.   She turned her head suddenly to gaze 
at something else and her lustrous hair picked up the lighting and shown a 
deep red.

His body responded almost without him knowing and he felt suddenly warm 
despite the coolness of the air conditioning.

She spun around and saw the piano.

"Oh my god, this is amazing!"  She walked over to it, but would not touch 
it.

He smiled at that simple gesture.

"Would you care to see the rest of the house, Darlene?"

She faced him, eyes, wide, and told him she would.

The tour led them upstairs where the d cor changed into something much more 
modern.  As they walked, she noticed he clicked a remote and music filled 
the air.  Although she had never heard it before, she knew it was his music. 
  There were no words, just sounds - melodious, haunting sounds.  She 
shuddered and followed him down the dark hallway.

It was pretty obvious that the bedrooms where up here.  He was pretty casual 
about pointing them out, but she was taking in every detail.  Eventually 
they came to a large room at the end of the hall.  He opened the double 
doors and she gazed at the master bedroom.

He watched her take it all in, trying to figure out what she was thinking.  
She surreptitiously looked around and then rested her eyes on the large, 
four posted bed for a fleeting moment.  He saw a slight flush appear in her 
cheeks and smiled to himself.  Although he didn't know what she was 
thinking, he was imaging her pale, white body sprawled across the dark 
sheets in state of total ecstasy.  He exhaled deeply and ushered her back 
out to the hallway.

She felt a tension in the air now and it had a sexual overtone in it.  That 
was his bedroom, she thought.  Where he sleeps and-

"Would you like a drink?" he asked.

"Oh, yes, that would be great."

"Great, I have something I think you'll like."

They went back downstairs into a small, cozy sitting room.  Darlene took a 
spot on the large red couch.  In fact, mostly everything in the room was a 
various shade of red.  Again, it was richly furnished, but she was beginning 
to see that this really wasn't him.  In fact, although the whole house was 
decorated with the very best taste, she could sense it wasn't what he was 
all about.

He went over to the small bar and produced a strange looking bottle.

"Have you ever drank Absinthe?" he asked.

"Oh my god, you actually have it?"

"Of course.  It's great stuff.  Not as potent as it used to be, but very 
good."

She watched him get two glasses and begin the ritual.  First he poured the 
emerald-colored liquid into two glasses until they were halfway full.  Then 
he placed a slotted spoon over one.  She watched in interest as he removed a 
sugar cube from a crystal dish and placed it on the spoon. Next he began to 
slowly pour cold water over the sugar cube.  Before her eyes, the liquid in 
the glass began to turn a milky white color.   He moved the spoon to the 
other glass and repeated the process.

"What does this stuff taste like?" she asked.

He laughed.  "Pretty bitter without the sugar.  But it's not bad with it."

He turned around and held out her glass and sat down next to her.

Darlene looked down at the milky, opaque substance in her glass.  This was 
definitely a night of firsts, she thought as she brought the glass to her 
lips.  She felt herself almost hold her breath as she took the first sip.

The cooled liquid entered her mouth and burned her throat all the way down 
to her stomach.   A short, sharp cough escaped her and her eyes watered 
slightly.  She heard him laugh.

"I love watching people drink this for the first time."

She laughed along weakly and took another sip.  This time she was prepared 
so it went down a little easier.

"This stuff isn't as psychoactive as it used to be.  They recently un-banned 
it.  I think it's great."

"Yeah, it's different, that's for sure."

They sat there and sipped the liqueur delicately and she felt for a moment 
that they were transported a hundred years in the past.  Only the music was 
different.

Darlene felt the alcohol slowly take affect.  It was if each muscle in her 
body was slowly relaxing and unwinding.  Her mind was no longer filled with 
self-pity.  And her libido was beginning to heat up.  She became very much 
aware of his presence again so close to her.   He was talking easily about 
New Orleans living, but underneath was a dark undertone.  It was the side 
that she heard in his music.  The side that turned her on.  And she wanted 
to see it and experience it.

The alcohol was having a similar effect on his own body.  He found it easy 
to talk to her, but it was a cover up and he knew it.  The drain of the show 
and the lateness of the evening were beginning to take its toll.  But 
instead of being exhausted, he was finding that his walls were crumbling a 
bit.  Desire, fueled by the Absinthe was filling his psyche.  It was time to 
go downstairs.

He set his empty glass down on the table.

"Would you like to see the studio?"

She turned to him, eyes slightly glazed, but filled with a similar desire.

"Oh yes, I would love to."

He took the glass from her hand and his fingers brushed hers.  It was the 
first time since he had kissed her hand that they had touched.   He felt the 
electricity again.

"Follow me," he said, standing up.

Darlene got to her feet and felt slightly dizzy.  She hoped she didn't seem 
drunk to him and she wanted to remember every bit of this night.

They approached a door off the hallway and she noticed it had it's own 
keypad.   He punched in a set of numbers and they began their descent to the 
basement.

When they entered the main room, she immediately knew where he spent most of 
his time.  She felt him everywhere as she looked around.  It was quite an 
impressive place.  Stacks and stacks of equipment were everywhere.  Very 
expensive guitars and keyboards, computers, mixing boards...everything one 
would need to produce the kind of music he did.

"This is incredible," she said, awestruck.

"This is where I work," he said, simply and without pretentiousness.

He walked over to one of the many machines, and switched it on.  Within 
seconds music filled the air of the tight room and surrounded her.   It was 
so sensual that she began to feel a little weak.  She leaned against the 
wall and closed her eyes.

The sounds washed over her as she stood there and she became dimly aware of 
him singing the words.  His voice was still slightly raspy from the show, 
but it didn't waver and it was filled with emotion.   She kept her eyes 
closed as his voice moved closer to her.  Again, his presence set off sparks 
of electricity between them as he stood very close.

Her nostrils flared briefly as she took in the scent of him.  She could 
smell the leather of his boots; the sweetly bitter scent of the Absinthe, 
even the shampoo that he had used and a faint musky odor that she didn't 
want to admit existed.

His singing got softer with the music and she felt his breath on her skin.  
It was warm and oozing with the smell of the liqueur.  But still, she kept 
her eyes shut.  If she looked at him now-

She felt his hand touch her cheek.  His fingers were rough and calloused 
from playing as they scraped the soft white flesh, but she didn't care.  He 
was touching her and it was deliberate and sensual and she was going to die 
now.

Her eyes opened and he was right the fuck there.  His eyes were searching 
her face and she could see the lids slowly sliding down over them.   She 
noticed things like the faint shadow of his beard and wondered when he last 
shaved.  She saw his lips soften and part slightly.

His hand moved down to cup her chin and tilt her head up so he could find 
her lips.  Her eyes began to close as he moved his head to hers.  Then, in 
an instant he was kissing her and everything changed.



Darlene felt his mouth on hers and when he opened it, his tongue was forcing 
her own mouth to open.   Her body was frozen in time as she accepted his 
insistent tongue.  Teeth scraped across flesh and saliva mixed.  That one 
kiss opened her very soul and into it went the lust, pain, loneliness and 
hunger that made up his entire being.

His hand slid down along her thigh to the hemline.  She really knew she was 
going to melt when she felt that same hand slide under it to seek out the 
warm flesh of her exposed thigh - just above her stockings.  When he did, 
she heard him grunt and kiss her even more roughly.   His own mouth found 
her tongue and he sucked it hard.  Her body started to respond and it was 
instinct that made her arms begin to encircle him - reaching up to touch his 
face, his hair.

But he had other designs on her.  He pulled his hand out from under her 
skirt and grabbed her wrists and forced them up over her head.   She wasn't 
sure what to do then, but there actually wasn't a whole lot she could do.  
His body was pressed against hers and his mouth was beginning to move south 
to her neck.  He shifted slightly and she felt the undeniable bulge of his 
cock against her leg.

The music pulsed around them as he sucked her neck and rubbed his cock 
against her leg.   She began to moan as his mouth moved to the tops of her 
breasts.  His tongue licked the firm white skin that showed above her top 
before moving to the damp skin of her cleavage.  Darlene started to lose 
control a little as he shifted again and brought his knee between her legs 
and started to force her legs apart.  And she was pretty much helpless to do 
anything about it.

Then as quickly as it began, he stopped and broke away.  She stood there 
against the wall panting and knew her lipstick was smeared across her face.  
She looked at him with glazed eyes and saw the lipstick on his face too.

The music died away and there was silence.

"I want you, Darlene," he said simply in a low, husky voice.  "I want to 
taste you and suck you and fuck you.  I want to tie you up and spank your 
sweet ass.  I want to feel your lips around my cock until I cum in your 
mouth."

She opened her mouth but no words would come out.  Her brain couldn't 
comprehend what he was saying.  It was if she was in a fog.

He placed his hand next to his bulge.  It wasn't an obscene gesture at all.  
Just a placement of a hand, drawing her attention to him.

"Do you want it?" he breathed.

"I...I...oh god..." she said.  The alcohol and his kiss made her head spin.  She 
sunk to her knees as tears began to streak down her face.

He moved closer to her and unzipped his jeans.  She looked up at his thick 
cock in her face and in a dream brought her hand up to touch it.   He 
slapped it away and began to stroke her cheek with it.  Suddenly, a new song 
came on and it again engulfed them with sound.

"Open your mouth, Darlene, and take me," he commanded - his voice raw with 
lust.

She opened her mouth and the hard, smooth flesh of his cockhead pressed 
against her lips and forced its way into her mouth just as his tongue had a 
few moments ago.  She opened wider and he was invading her.  He groaned and 
one hand slid over her head to force her to accept him totally.

Her tongue flattened and slid along the underside of his cock and she began 
to do what she instinctively knew was right - she sucked his cock.  The 
dark, smeared lips closed over him near the base and she started to slide up 
and down his ever-hardening shaft.  He tightened his grip on her hair and 
brought her head down, forcing more cock into her mouth.   She started to 
gag, but he wouldn't let up.

"Oh fuck, yeah...take me deep..." he groaned.

Darlene remembered to relax her throat and that was what he needed her to 
do.  She felt compelled to obey his every wish.

"Mmmm...that's good.  Suck my cock, Darlene.  Take it all in and suck it."

Her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked his cock.  His hand guided her head up 
and down, picking up speed and intensity.  There was nothing more she could 
do than to go along with it.   His hand pulled her hair roughly and if she 
moved away, it would be torn out of her scalp.

This went on for a few more minutes until he started to really moan.  She 
sensed he was close.

"Fuck...oh fuck...I'm gonna-"

And then it happened.  His warm cum flooded her mouth.  He kept his hand 
firmly on her head and her nose was right up against his pubic hairs.  She 
could smell the musky scent of him as he spurted deep in her throat.  His 
cock, his moaning and the music muffled her groans.

When at last he finished, he pulled out of her mouth and cum leaked out on 
her chin.  She knelt there with a dazed expression on her face as he wiped 
his cock off with a towel and pushed it back into his jeans.  Without a 
word, he helped her to her feet and began to lick the cum from her face in 
delicate strokes of his tongue.

"I think we should go upstairs," he said flatly.

Before she could answer, the music was off and he was leading her back up to 
the first floor.   Her legs wobbled as she climbed the stairs and when they 
reached the grand hallway again, her eyes squinted at the bright light.   
She thought they were to go back into the sitting room for a drink, but he 
turned the corner and climbed the stairs to the second floor.  There was 
nothing else to do but to follow him back into darkness.

As he walked up the stairs, he thought about what had just happened and was 
even surprised at himself.  It had been a long time, almost too long, since 
he had sex.  The touring and recording had totally consumed him.  But 
now...now he was done for a while.  He could retreat back into the sanctuary 
and start to think about the next project.   But first...

When they reached the doors to his bedroom, he pushed them open and put on a 
single light.   He immediately went over to light the array of candles near 
the bed and in no time soft, sensual light filled the room.  The single 
light was shut off and only then did he turn to look at her.

Her pale skin shown in the candlelight and he wanted her all over again.

He collapsed on the bed and began to take his boots off.  Darlene stood 
perfectly still in the middle of the room, still reeling from the previous 
encounter and watched him.  He smiled to himself as he slowly unwound the 
long laces from the steel eyelets of his boots.   He was definitely going to 
enjoy this night.

After the boots and socks, came the t-shirt.  Feeling more comfortable, he 
lay back against the dark satin and sheets and gazed to where she was still 
standing.

"Come over here," he said softly as he put more music on.  He silently 
thanked the engineers who wired his house for sound.

Darlene walked over to him and stood next to the bed.  She trembled ever so 
slightly as she regarded his body.  It was as lean and hard as she knew it 
would be and she wanted nothing more than to have his arms around her.

"I think you should take your clothes off."

She nodded slightly and the pale hands opened her jacket and slid it off her 
shoulders.   Without a word, she dropped to the floor.

"You're very pretty."

Darlene felt her cheeks flush.  "Thank you..."

"I love that fucking red hair.  It's so sexy."

She smiled at him now and began to pull her top over her head.  Now she was 
in the mood. She wanted to show him her body and have him worship it and 
fuck her and drive her wild.  After all, this was her ultimate fantasy come 
true.  Well, except for the spanking part.  She hoped that he would forget 
about that part.  Her past sexual experiences were not very kinky at all.  
In fact, there weren't too many memorable ones.

As the top fell to the floor, her hands slid behind her back to unhook her 
bra.  She heard him sigh as she pulled the lacy black cups from her breasts.

"Oh god, they're so beautiful...so white...touch them for me."

She smiled again and brought her hands up under her C-cups and squeezed the 
firm flesh there.  Her pink nipples began to harden slightly and she 
shivered.

Seeing he was satisfied, she brought her hands behind her again and found 
the zipper to her skirt.  She eased it down and let it drop to the floor and 
stepped out of it.  Her black, satin panties came into view.

"Mmmm...take those off too."

She slipped them down over her legs, making sure she bent over to give him a 
different view of her breasts.

Now she stood naked except for her thigh-high stockings.  Her shoes had been 
discarded earlier.

"Leave the stockings on," he said as he got up.

She braced herself for him to touch her - she was practically aching for him 
to do so, but he walked by her and went into a large, walk-in closet.  When 
he came back he had on long, black, latex gloves.  She gasped and 
immediately recognized those gloves.  How she longed to feel them on her 
skin in her fantasies about him.  In one clad hand was a set of handcuffs 
and in the other, a rope.

"Oh my god," she said when he approached her.

He said nothing and grabbed her hands, forcing them behind her back and 
quickly locked them with the cuffs.  Next, he roughly pushed her down face 
first on the bed and began to bind her ankles together with the rope.

She lay there stunned, not ever believing this could happen, but deep down 
she wasn't surprised.  She had heard the lyrics and seen the videos.  She 
knew what he liked.

He stood there and looked at the creature before him tied up.  Her creamy 
white ass was presented to him and it was begging to be spanked.   He 
grunted as his cock began to stir again and press against his jeans.  
Ignoring that for now, he knelt on the bed next to her and began to caress 
her ass with his gloved hand.

He heard her take a sharp breath and knowing the time was right, he brought 
his hand down on her flesh with a firm SMACK.

She cried out loudly but he ignored her and watched mesmerized by the red 
handprint left on the pure white skin.  He brought his hand down on the 
other cheek even harder.  Again, her cries were loud and full of pain.

"Yeah, you weren't expecting this, were you?" he asked.

She shook her head and he watched as her red hair tossed from side to side.  
He brought his hand down again.

"Ohhhh...please, noooo..." she cried.

He ignored her and spanked her again and again.  The music was angry and 
loud in the background and his own voice urged him on.  He smacked her ass 
again and the skin grew redder.  He felt the frustration of the last year 
begin to well up and he knew what he must do next.  It would be painful for 
her, but the only way he could deal with his own pain was to give it to 
someone else.

Darlene was crying softly, but he couldn't hear her over the music.  He 
removed his jeans and his cock sprung out fully erect and leaking precum.  
Kneeling down next to her, he began to rub her sore cheeks.

The redness was angry-looking as the latex slid over the skin.  He knew all 
too well how it felt and brought his tongue to caress her.   When he did 
that, he could feel her muscles start to relax just a bit.  Smiling, he 
continued to bathe her ass with his tongue and his fingers began to pull her 
asscheeks apart.

She was relaxing more until his tongue found the tight entrance to her ass.  
He licked and probed lightly and she jumped at the sensation.

"Ever been fucked in the ass?" he asked.

"Noooo..." she said in a scared voice.

"Mmmmm...you're gonna like it."

He continued to lick her asshole some more but she was trying to get away 
from him.  This pissed him off and he grabbed her hair and forced her to 
stay still.

"If you move again, I'll get the paddle and you'll really see what it's like 
to get spanked."

Darlene whimpered a bit, but stopped moving.  He got up and applied some 
lube to his aching cock.  Since her ass was virgin, he might as well be 
somewhat gentle.

Straddling her stocking-clad legs, he brought his cock to her asscrack and 
began to rub it slowly up and down.  The lube made it slide easily over the 
firm, white flesh.  He wondered if she was enjoying it, he knew he was.

"Ok, you little bitch, relax your muscles or it's gonna hurt like hell."

He pushed his fat cockhead against her asshole and began to push it in.  
Darlene raised her head and began to scream in pain.  He smacked her ass.

"I told you - relax it!" he yelled.

He pushed a little more and the lube helped him enter her.  He felt some 
resistance but suddenly it gave way and he was in.  His cock filled her and 
he kept it there for a minute and leaned over her.

"You know how much I give to everyone?" he whispered in here ear.  "You know 
how much they take it from me?  Over and over...night after fucking night..."

Darlene listened to him and said nothing.  Her ass was painfully filled with 
his cock when all she wanted was for it to be in her pussy.  Tears streamed 
down her cheeks as his hot breath touched her ear.

"Well, tonight I'm gonna take some of it back."

He pulled out of her ass a bit and pushed back in.  Darlene cried out.

"Ohhh...please, don't do this to me.  Whatever I did - I'm sorry..."

"You didn't do anything, darling," he laughed.  "Not a fucking thing."

He grunted and began to slide his cock in and out of her ass.  Darlene 
squeezed her eyes shut and listened to him talk about giving and taking.  
Around her his recorded voice talked about fucking and possession and 
emptiness.  She tried to focus her attention elsewhere and shut out the pain 
of him raping her ass.

She knew her friends did anal sex and most of them raved about it.  But she 
had never tried and she couldn't understand the attraction of it even with 
his cock lubed.  She could barely move a muscle tied as she was.

"Mmmmm...fuck, your ass is sweet..." he grunted in between strokes.  "I'm gonna 
take you hard and fast..."

And he did.  With amazing strength, he pumped her ass over and over, his 
climax building like a giant wall of fury and pain.  He no longer saw her as 
she was.  Instead she was a body - white skin and red hair, accepting his 
cock and milking it with her tight muscles.  The sensation was far better 
then her lips around his cock and with that thought he began to cum.

"Ohhhh...fuckkkkkk!" he yelled and his seed spurted deep in her ass.

Darlene felt him cum and shut her eyes.  At least it's over for now, she 
thought as his moans filled the air, covering the other voice.  For now...

His orgasm carried him somewhere else for a few seconds.  All he could feel 
was the sweet sensation of his cum letting loose into her tight ass.  His 
own voice echoed in his ears.  His own music filled his soul.

At last he could finish and pull out of her.  Darlene felt his wet cum begin 
to leak out of her asshole and sobbed in relief.

But the loudest sobbing came from the collapsed body next to her on the bed 
as the first rays of dawn crept into the room.



Darlene lay on her stomach and watched it rain outside.  Lying on her back 
was out of the question, at least for now.  At least it was better than the 
first day.  She winced as she thought about it.  In fact, the whole incident 
made her wince.  But she had to go back one more time and think about it.

After he spent himself in her, he lay there and sobbed.  She lay next to him 
unable to move to comfort him or slap him across the face.  Eventually the 
music ended and so did his sobbing.  As her ass throbbed in pain, she began 
to shiver.  It must have been the shivering that brought him to his senses.

He got up and untied her ankles and unlocked her cuffs.  Without a word, he 
helped her to her feet and showed her to the bathroom where she could clean 
up and get dressed.  Darlene gathered her clothes and locked herself into 
the bathroom.

When she looked at herself in the mirror, she gasped.  Her makeup was 
smeared all over her face and her eyes were puffy from crying.   Her 
beautiful red hair was matted on one side.  Sighing, she began to run the 
hot water to clean the sins from her.  What she really wanted was a hot soak 
in the tub, but that would have to wait.  For now, she just wanted to look 
somewhat presentable so she could get home.

Sometime later she emerged from the bathroom and found him sitting by the 
window fully dressed.   For a moment, she didn't think he sensed her there 
and she able to take him all in.  He had on faded blue jeans and a loose 
shirt.  On his feet were running shoes.  His face was moody and pensive as 
he gazed out into the garden.

She cleared her throat and he turned to look at her.  Within an instant the 
mask went up and his face was unreadable.

"My limo is outside.  Just tell my driver where you live, he'll take you 
home."

She opened her mouth to say something and found she could not.  Her eyes 
searched for some clue, some sign of what he was feeling from their 
encounter, but there was none.  Just a big emptiness.  Her shoulders slumped 
and she turned on her heel to go downstairs and out of that place.

Darlene spent the next day in a total daze.  Her ass throbbed whenever she 
sat down too long, even in a hot tub.  She avoided the phone in her flat 
like the plague.

Everything she had ever dreamed about was shattered by that one night.  She 
chided herself over and over for being so stupid and na ve.   Who was she to 
think that a sexual encounter with someone like him would be a dreamy 
romantic night?  He had used her, just as she had used him in her fantasies.

She shifted on her bed as the rain came down in sheets.

But she kept reliving the night over and over right up to that fatal kiss.  
Up until then it had been perfect.  He absolutely spellbound her and, 
unfortunately, she had fell for it.

She sighed and thought about his hands and his lips and his tongue...

"Fuck!" she yelled and got up.  "Why?"

Indeed that was the question that stayed with her for the next few days 
until the rage and hurt began to fade into a feeling on emptiness and 
longing.  Then even that faded to just a dull ache deep down inside.



Several weeks went by and she started to go out again, carefully avoiding 
her little hideaway bar and most of the all the Garden District.  Although 
she vaguely remembered where he lived, she had no intention of going near 
the place.

The worst thing was that she couldn't tell her friends about it.  First, she 
doubted anyone would believe her, especially that bitch Julie.   And second, 
if they did, they'd urge her to report him or something.

Instead she endured another type of pain as they told her over and over 
again, in detail, about the show that night and how great he was.  Every 
great song was played, there was much dancing and pushing and fighting.  On 
and on it went.  She bit her lip until it was practically bleeding as they 
described how sexy he was.   If only they knew.

Finally after hearing about it for the millionth time, she got up and left 
the bar.  All she wanted to do was to curl up at home in the dark and watch 
some mind-numbing TV.  Her body was back to normal and she was horny again, 
but all that was going to happen was maybe a little masturbation to get her 
off.

She walked through the streets with those thoughts and tried to get away 
from the crowds.   Mardi Gras was coming soon and she dreaded the thought.  
In fact, she was thinking of getting away from town for a few days, just so 
she didn't have to deal with it.  All in all, it was pretty disgusting.

When she turned the last corner to her street, she breathed in the night air 
and was thankful for the quietness at last.  She had a small flat in the 
part of the Quarter that was unscathed by tourists.  She was a hairdresser 
and a waitress and that made just enough money to afford her own place.

As she got closer to her flat, she noticed a very nice and very expensive 
car parked by the curb.  She never owned a car and couldn't tell what kind 
it was, but suddenly she had a feeling who the owner was.

Her stomach tightened up as she saw the figure dressed in black sitting on 
her steps.  When he saw her, he stood up and waited for her to come up the 
walkway.

She slowly approached her gate and swung the wrought iron open.  The air was 
completely still as she faced him.

"Darlene..." he said very softly.

"What are you doing here?" she asked in a louder voice.

"I -I had to see you."

She shook her head.  "I can't see why you would.  Unless you want to fuck me 
in the ass again."

She stood only feet away from him and her whole body trembled as she said 
that.  Suddenly the rage was back.

His hands clenched by his side and he sighed deeply.

"I'm so sorry - fuck, I don't know what happened..."

"Well I do, and you should consider yourself lucky I didn't tell anyone," 
she said defiantly.

She couldn't see his face well, but she definitely saw him flinch.

"You-you didn't tell anyone?"

"No," she sighed.  "I couldn't.  I doubt anyone would believe me anyways."

She heard him let out a sigh.  Prick, she thought, that's all he wanted to 
know.

"I don't blame you if you did," he said.

Suddenly she could feel her anger begin to ebb.  He was standing before her. 
  Just a few feet separated her from that body.  Whatever had happened that 
night, she couldn't forget the burning feeling of his lips on hers.  She 
shook it off.

"I have to go in now," she said simply.

"No...please...let me make it up to you."

She frowned in the darkness.  She definitely wasn't expecting that.

"How?" she asked.

"We'll go out to dinner.  I know a great restaurant-"

"There's only like a million of those in New Orleans," she laughed, but her 
laugh was short and harsh.

"No, really.  It's cozy and stuff."

"Stuff?"

He laughed and she practically melted.  He sensed that and lowered his 
voice.

"Please, Darlene.  Say yes."

"Uhhh...ok," she heard herself say.  "But I have to change first."

"No, no...you look fine.  Look at me - I never dress up."

She did look at him and that was the problem.  Would she make the same 
mistake twice?



He drove them to a restaurant that she had only read about but could never 
afford.  It was obvious that he knew the owner because they got right in and 
had a quiet, secluded booth in the back.  They settled in and there was a 
silence.

"Um...I feel like shit," he said at last.  "I fucked up big time."

She sat perfectly still and looked at him with his head lowered.

"Please, let's not talk about it now," she said quietly.

He looked up at her with large eyes and they looked greener than before.

"Ok, you're right.  Later."

He let out a big sigh and looked for the waiter.

Darlene gradually began to relax as they drank and ate and talked.  He 
talked in a hesitant voice but he smiled more.  His boyish looks showed with 
each smile and sometimes he was even a bit goofy.  Other times he seemed 
shy.  He started to talk about the tour on their second drink.  He drank 
beer and she had vodka tonics.

"Yeah, it's a total freak show.  Both on the stage and off.  Fuck, these 
guys who tour with me are nuts!"

He laughed again and looked at her.

"I guess you know about the fans," he said.

"Oh yeah, I'm one of them remember?  And there are some really scary ones 
out there."

"But not you."

"But not me," she grinned.

He got quiet for a second and got serious.

"Sometimes it was tough, I mean really fucking tough.  The travel, the 
stress, everything.  After every show I would just be so drained.  Not too 
mention cut up and bruised."

He laughed slightly at this and started to play with the label on his beer.  
Darlene listened, soaking it all in.

"Everyone wants a piece of you, ya know?" he asked, running his hand through 
his hair.

"I understand," she said softly.  They were treading dangerous water again - 
getting back to that night...

He let out a long sigh and took a drink from his beer.

"Ok," he said, looking up at her.  "Enough of that shit.  What about you?"

"Me?" she laughed.  "What do you want to know?"

"Um, do you have a boyfriend or something?"

She blushed a furious red color at that question.

"Oh shit, was that a bad question to ask?  I mean-"

"No I, ah, don't have a boyfriend right now."

That implied something and she was worried about that night again.

"I'm really fucking this up again, aren't I?" he said.

She shook her head and red curls went everywhere.

He smiled at her, taking in the sight before him.  He thought that maybe he 
should cool it a little.  Not get heavy about anything.  But they had done 
all the small talk before.  That night.  In his sitting room. With the 
Absinthe.  He shuddered when he thought of what had happened after she left. 
  It took a few days to get the stink of Absinthe out of that room.

He suddenly looked up and realized she was asking him a question.

"Do you still have your dogs?" she repeated when she saw that was thinking 
about something that was obviously bothering him.

"Oh yeah, I do.  They weren't there when you, um...they were at a friend's."

"Oh," she said and then by some small miracle the food arrived and they were 
saved from further uncomfortable conversation.

As they ate, he asked her about different foods in New Orleans.  She was 
glad for the distraction and told him about the local specialties.  It was 
something she knew and was good at.

"I've been here a few years, but I haven't nailed everything down yet.   
Explain gumbo again?"

She laughed and he smiled at her.  Again, an almost boyish charm showed on 
his face.  Not the seriousness she had seen many, many times in videos.  
This wasn't his `public' face.

"Well, let me explain..."



Dinner ended and they left the restaurant feeling a little more at ease with 
each other.  That is, until the valet brought the car around.  When she slid 
in the leather seat and they sped off, she sensed he was about to ask 
something.  There was no music on in the car.  The only sound was the 
swishing sound of the rain beneath the tires.  She realized they were headed 
to the Garden District.

"Darlene," he began quietly.  "Please...please come back to my house.  I swear 
it will be different."

She took a deep breath, held it and let it out.

"I'm not sure...it was very traumatic for me..."

"Fuck.  I know it was, believe me.  I want to make it up to you."  He slid 
his hand over hers.  "Please..."

His voice almost broke when he said that and she knew he was sincere then.

"Ok.  I will."

His hand squeezed hers and he thanked her.

Walking back into the sprawling house this time, she felt a bit more 
hesitant and less in awe of everything.  The dogs were all over him and then 
cautiously sniffing her out.  She laughed and began to touch them, not being 
afraid of dogs at all.  He was immediately at ease with them and it made her 
feel better.

He played with them for a while and sent them on to yet another part of the 
house.  It was much bigger than she originally thought.  Music came on, but 
it was different.  She noticed it was the Cure.

She followed down a hallway to a small, cozy room that was a library of some 
sorts.  There was a big comfy leather couch and one wall was lined with 
books.  It was much more manly than the red sitting room, but she instantly 
liked it and felt at ease there.  He brought two beers with him and they 
settled on the couch.

Darlene took a long drink from hers and leaned back against the softness of 
the couch.  This time her head was much clearer and she was in tune with her 
body.  It was sending mixed signals of caution and desire.  He sat near her 
and let out a long, deep sigh.

"Ok, now we should talk.  I just have to get this out," he started.  "Again, 
I apologize for what happened that night.  I was so fucking drained from the 
show and the touring thing.  It had been forever since I had sex and...shit, I 
don't know..."

She said nothing.

"I only wanted to take something that night and you were it."  He sighed 
again.  "That was so obviously wrong.  You didn't deserve any of it.

"After you left, I spent a lot of days in isolation.  I just spent time 
getting used to being home again and taking care of business, but I kept 
thinking about you.  I could have been the typical guy, been a prick and 
forget about you and shit, but I couldn't."

He stopped and put his beer down.

"What I did has no excuse really.  But if you want to go ahead and hit me, 
I'd totally fucking understand."

She looked at him now.  "What? Hit you?  What are you fucking nuts?" she 
cried.

"No.  I'm not."

He slid off the couch and got on his knees in front of her.  He raised his 
head and his hair fell away exposing his long sideburns.  His eyes were wide 
and for once his emotions were laid bare to her.

"I-I...can't do that," she said.

His eyes pleaded with her.

"I forgive you," she said quietly.

He let out a small sob and pushed his head against her knees.  She felt his 
arms go around her legs and was literally stunned by this display.   He held 
on to her tightly and her hands tentatively began to stroke his hair.

Darlene sat there and tried to comprehend his actions but it was just too 
bizarre.  She continued to stroke his hair and sighed as the thick, silky 
strands glided over her fingers.  When she pushed all the hair from his 
face, he pulled away and looked up at her.

"I still want you," he whispered.  "But not like the time before...you're 
beautiful, Darlene, and you should be worshipped."

He slowly got to his feet and then leaned over her.  She tilted her head up 
to meet his lips and he pressed them home.  This time was different.  The 
kiss was hungry, but almost respectful.  Darlene began to soften and her 
hands went up to encircle his back.  And this time he let her.  She felt the 
hunger too and pulled him closer to her.  Her mouth opened and he eagerly 
slipped in.

His hands were stroking her long red locks and her shoulders.  She purred 
against his mouth and began to rub her leg against his hard thigh.

When at last he broke the kiss, it was only to suggest they go upstairs.

"Are you ok with that?" he asked softly.

She nodded and stood up with him.  He took in her beauty and pulled her to 
him again for another deep kiss.  She felt her knees getting wobbly and 
clung to him.

"This time will be better.  It will be different," he whispered.  "You shine 
in a world full of ugliness.  You matter when everything is meaningless."

He led her up the dark stairs to the bedroom at the end of the hallway.  She 
stiffened slightly when she saw the bed.  Arms went around her and she 
relaxed.

"Let me undress you," he said softly in her ear.  "Lay on the bed."

She moved over to the bed and laid back on it.  Her breasts rose and lowered 
as she took deep breaths to calm herself.  Another Cure disc came on and 
surrounded them with soft, gentle sounds.  She looked up at him and he began 
to undress for her.

As he pulled off his t-shirt, she realized that she didn't really get a good 
look at his body before.  Most of the time she was on her stomach and he was 
behind her.  She shuddered a little and put it behind her, turning her focus 
to him now.

His chest was smooth and hard.  His arms were tight and muscular, but not 
too.  She noticed several healed cuts on them.  When he unbuckled his jeans 
and slid them off with his boxers, she saw his semi-hard cock hanging there 
and licked her lips.  His thighs looked hard and powerful.  Again, she 
noticed more healed cuts on his legs.  No doubt from his on-stage antics.

Standing naked above her, he rubbed his cock a bit and sighed.

He eased his body down on the soft sheets next to her and began to slowly 
unbutton her shirt.   She trembled under his touch as each button was 
plucked and more of her body was exposed to him.  It was if it was the first 
time he was seeing her naked and it excited her.   Already she could feel 
herself getting wet.

When the shirt was open, he simply pushed up her bra.  Her white breasts 
spilled out and he gasped at her hard, pink nipples.

"Oh god, they're lovely," he said as he lowered his head to take one into 
his mouth.

Darlene groaned as his mouth closed around her most sensitive area.  His 
mouth was eager and hungry as he licked and sucked the flesh into hard 
little nubs.  She was vaguely aware of his hand sliding down her hard, 
smooth stomach to the waistband of her jeans.  Her arms were splayed out to 
her sides as he began to have his way with her, but she was willing to do 
that for him.  In fact, she wanted more.

"Oh sweetie..." she started, but couldn't continue as he slid his hand inside 
her jeans.  She spread her legs open wide for him.  His hand pushed lower 
underneath her panties and brushed against her soft, red pubic hairs.  A 
finger flicked and her pussy opened to him.

"Mmmmmm, baby, you're wet," he murmured as he bent his head to her other 
nipple.

She gasped and writhed under his expert touch.  He pulled his hand out of 
her jeans and plucked the button open and eased the zipper down.  She helped 
him get the jeans and panties off in a quick flurry of movement and suddenly 
her warm, soft mound was bare to him.

Little time was wasted as he brought his hand to her wet center and began to 
slowly stroke.   His mouth was at her breasts, nursing her nipples hungrily 
and his other hand was brushing her hair.

"Ohhhhh...that feels wonderful..." she moaned.

"Mmmmm, you deserve it, my sweet."

His finger found her clit and he rubbed it lightly.  Darlene's whole body 
tensed from the slight pressure he applied.

At last he pulled away and let her remove her shirt and bra.  As he gazed 
down at her naked form on his bed, his cock twitched.  He wanted her so very 
badly now, but he promised her and himself that she would be worshipped.  
And that was what he was going to do right now.

He moved around to kneel between her legs.  Using each hand, he gently 
spread them apart to gaze at her pussy lips.  They were glistening with 
wetness and he grinned as she was slowly opening up to him.  Bending his 
head, he brought his tongue down to begin to lick the sweetness there.  As 
soon as he touched her, she cried out.

He smiled as his tongue began to probe and tease her lips apart.  Her lips 
were so smooth and puffy as he licked and sucked them into his mouth.  And 
her moans turned him on immensely.  He brought his tongue up a little and 
found her clit poking out from under its little hood.  Slowly, he encircled 
it once, twice, three times.   Each time brought little gasps and pants from 
her.

"You like this don't you?" he asked.

"Oh yes...I fucking love it," she gasped.

"Tell me."

She swallowed.

"I love the way you eat me.  I love the feel of your tongue on my clit."

"Mmmmmmm" was all he said as he brought two fingers up to her opening.

As his tongue sucked her clit into his mouth, his fingers pushed inside her 
hole.  Darlene tensed for an instant then relaxed.  He felt her pussy open 
up for him and gently close around his fingers.  She was incredibly wet now 
and he sucked the juices oozing from her slit.

He got into a little rhythm with her  - sucking her clit and finger fucking 
her hole.  She moaned and gasped and writhed in ecstasy as he continued.  
Slowly he increased the speed and she found herself clutching the sheets 
around her.

"Ohhhh! Ohhhh!  I...I'm gonna cum soon!"

That only increased the speed of his assault and soon she was practically 
screaming.

"Oh god........yessssssss....I'm cumming!!!"

"Yeah, that's it baby...cum all over my fingers," he urged.

That was it.  She screamed and thrashed under his face and came very, very 
hard.  Her juices coated his face as she finally released all the 
frustration and desire of the last few weeks.

When he pulled his fingers out, they were coated with cum.  He brought them 
up to her open mouth and pushed them inside.

"Taste yourself.  See what I've been enjoying."

She sucked her own juices off his fingers and moaned softly.  Her body had 
been wracked by the orgasm, but he was continuing to turn her on with his 
actions.

He eased himself next to her and gently stroked her side as she came down 
from the incredible high she had just experienced.

"You were lovely," he whispered in her ear.  He shifted his body and she 
felt heat radiating from him.  Never was she so aware of his presence as she 
was now.  He moved again and his cock pressed against her leg.

"I want you to do something for me now," he said.

"What?"

"I want to tie you up and fuck you."

Her eyes opened wide and she tried to sit up.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" she said, her voice rising.

He smiled at her and put his arms around her.

"No, no...not like that.  I told you, it would be different."

She looked at him like he was crazy.

"Darlene...my sweet...you'll really like this.  I promise.  Please, trust me.   
If you don't like anything about it, then you can just go."

He looked deep into her eyes and his face was completely open to her again.

"How...how are you going to tie me?"

"On your back, arms and legs spread and tied.  You'll love it, I swear.  The 
last thing I want to do is hurt you."

She sighed deeply.

"Is everything give and take with you?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered simply.

She sighed deeply.

"Alright then.  Do what you have to do."

His hand went under her chin and he lifted her face to his.

"I don't have to do this.  I want to do this.   Always remember that."

He slid off the bed and went into the big closet again.  She wondered what 
the hell he had in there.  When he returned, he had four long velvet ropes.

"Lie on your back and let me bind you."

She eased back in the middle of the bed.  He placed a pillow under her head 
and began to bind her wrists with the ropes.  Each rope then went around the 
bedpost.  He did the same thing to her legs.

Darlene laid there on his bed fully open, exposed and helpless to him.  In 
her mind she couldn't believe what was happening.  This was definitely 
something she never fantasized about.

He knelt between her legs and she was suddenly aware of his cock.  It was 
going to enter her and it would be different.  Somehow she knew that this 
time.

He moved his entire body so that he was practically straddling her face.  
His cock brushed her face and she moved her tongue out to lick it.   But he 
pulled it up and away from her and pushed his balls against her full lips.

"Lick my balls," he breathed.  "Suck them into your mouth."

She opened her mouth to take one of his balls into her mouth and when she 
began to suck, he let out a long, low moan.  She continued to stroke his sac 
with her tongue over and over, coating it with her saliva.  He moved 
slightly and she started on the other one.  As she sucked harder and harder, 
he moaned louder.

At last he stopped and moved away.  She looked at his cock and it was 
standing straight up.  When she looked at his face, it was flushed and he 
was breathing heavy.

"Oh god...that was fucking great," he panted.

He lowered his body over hers and began to lick her breasts.  His hands went 
around each one and began to squeeze her firm flesh.   She groaned and 
squirmed beneath him but he didn't let up for a second.  Moving from nipple 
to nipple he licked and then gently bit the hard nubs.  She cried out in 
pure pleasure and urged him on.

When he pushed her breasts together and started to lick between them, she 
begged him to fuck her.

He stopped and looked at her.

"You want me?" he asked.

"Yes, oh yes," she wailed.  "Fuck meeeeeee.  Please."

He went back to sucking her breasts.

"How bad to you want it?" he said between licks.

She was moving her pelvis obscenely now - thrusting and grinding it upwards, 
trying to search out his cock.  Her ass rubbed against the sheets.

"I want you so bad...fuck me, baby.  Fuck me hard!"

Her face was very flushed and her eyes were glazed over with lust.  This was 
the moment he had dreamed about.  He brought his cock to her wet entrance 
and in one long, brutal thrust he was inside.

"Oh MY GOD!" she screamed.

He grunted as her warm pussy walls totally engulfed his throbbing cock.  She 
was still very wet and he wanted to explode right then as he began to fuck 
her.

"Oh yeah...you're so wet.  I love how it feels around my cock," he breathed 
into her ear.

His body was over hers and she so very desperately wanted to put her arms 
around him and run her nails up and down his back, but she was bound and 
helpless beneath him.  Instead she looked up at his face and saw lust all 
over it.   But this time there was no pain.

He lowered his head and began to kiss her deeply as his cock slowly slid in 
and out of her moist, wet hole.  She moaned and cried into his mouth and 
urged him to go harder, deeper, faster.

He raised himself up with his arms and she saw the muscles bulge out.  She 
sighed and he began to pump her harder.  Every inch of his cock filled her 
and it was delicious and she wanted more.

"Mmmm...fuck me, oh fuck me baby," she pleaded.

He obeyed her wishes and began to brutally take her.  Each hard thrust made 
her tits shake and her mouth hang open in ecstasy.

"Yeah...I wanna fuck you all night," he moaned.  "I wanna cum in you and on 
you."

"Oh god, yeah do it.  Push that cock in me and cummmmmm."

That was all he needed now.  His thrusts were long and hard and very deep 
and when she looked up his face again, it was contorted into a mask of pain 
and longing.

"Ughhhhhhhh...oh yessssssssss..."

He threw his head back and screamed and howled as he came in one long 
thrust.  Darlene moaned as his cum began to fill her and she came along with 
him.  The ropes cut into her ankles and wrists as she thrashed beneath his 
body and the orgasm took her over the edge.

  When he untied her, the ropes left red marks.  He remarked that she had 
really strained against them and she blushed.  They lay next to each other 
under the sheets, bodies just touching but nothing else.  Darlene, feeling 
content, slowly felt herself drift off to sleep.



She awoke that morning feel very refreshed.  The satin sheets caressed her 
naked body and for a while enjoyed the luxurious feeling.  Then she rolled 
over and remembered she wasn't alone.

She almost screamed when she saw him sleeping there - it had been so long 
since she had slept with someone.  Then she calmed down and watched him.  He 
was still in a deep sleep.

Her eyes wandered over his body as he lay there on this back.  His soft 
breathing was slow and steady and his face was slack.  The sheets had 
shifted away from his body and only covered his lower half.  She gazed at 
his smooth, hard chest as it rose and fell and wondered how the heck she got 
this far.  What she had done that night was the envy of everyone she knew, 
even some of her male friends.  It was the most unbelievable experience of 
her young life.

Slowly, she moved her hand to touch those muscular arms.  As her fingers 
softly stroked his smooth skin, his breathing changed a little but he didn't 
stir.  She sighed, as at last she was able to touch him the way she wanted.  
Her hand flattened and pressed against his biceps and she marveled at their 
hardness.  Feeling bold, she wanted to experience more of that hardness.

Easing the sheet off of him was easy.  He moved a little but didn't wake.  
She was amazed at how sound he slept.  She inched it slowly down and away 
from his body until his cock was in full view.  A slow smile crept across 
her face when she saw that he was semi-hard.

Darlene moved so that she was nearer to him and very cautiously she took him 
into her hand.   Her warm fingers wrapped around his cock and squeezed 
gently.  He let out a soft sigh, so she decided to continue.  Lowering her 
head, she took him into her mouth and began to suck.  This time the sigh 
became a soft moan and his eyelids fluttered open.

He looked at her red hair as it fell away from her face and tickled his 
legs.  His cock was engulfed by her wet mouth and was growing by the second. 
  It was a wonderful way to wake up, he thought as he lay there.

Her mouth did wonders to fully arouse him, but she needed more.  Her own 
body was aroused as well.  A tingling feeling spread in her pussy and she 
could feel the wetness seep between her lips.   Her mouth left his cock and 
she rose up on her knees.

"I wanna ride you, baby," she breathed.

"Then do it," he grinned.

She straddled his body and guided his cock to her warm pussy.  Slowly, she 
rubbed her moist lips against the swelling head, teasing him a bit.  He 
groaned softly and stroked her thighs.

"Let me get inside you," he said softly.

She opened her legs wider and eased herself down on his rigid cock.  A soft 
gasp escaped her mouth as she lowered herself all the way down.   She leaned 
over him and pushed her soft breasts at him.

"Stroke my nipples...pleeeease."

He reached up and began to tease her nipples as she rocked back and forth on 
his cock.

"Oh my god..." she moaned.  "That feels so fucking good."

Darlene rode his cock, eyes shut.  His fingers pinched and pulled her 
nipples and she thought she would explode, but she wanted this to last.

"Play with your clit," he urged.

Her fingers pushed down in between them and began to rub her hard little 
clit.

"Ohhhhh...fuck," she panted.

Each stroke of her nub sent vibrations through her body all the way to her 
puffy nipples.  She felt his hands slide to her ass where they squeezed her 
cheeks hard.

"You're so wet, darling," he moaned.

"Yessss...I am."

She smiled down at him before tossing her head back.  Red hair flew 
everywhere as she rode his sweet cock closer to orgasm.  When she looked 
back down on him, desire and lust were written all over his face.  Seeing 
him like that brought her that much closer to the brink.

"I wanna cum, baby," she said.

"The do it...flow all over my cock..."

Her pushed her fingers hard against her clit and locked her eyes to his.  
His cock was sliding in and out of her cunt making squooshing noises.

"Oh...oh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," she cried and then her orgasm took her hard, 
bringing her over the edge.

"Oh yeahhhh, cum baby," he urged.

Darlene stopped moving and just let her fingers prolong her orgasm until she 
was weak with pleasure.  At that moment she looked at him and he exploded in 
her pussy without a sound.

"Yeahhhh," she said, watching him.

His face contorted as he came very hard inside her.  She leaned down to kiss 
him hard on the mouth and they rocked together for a while, coming down from 
the incredible high.  Finally, she slid off his cock and lay next to him.  
His arms went around her and pulled her close.

At last their breathing returned to normal and she whispered to him: "Thank 
you...Trent..."





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