September 21, 2025 • 41 mins
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Tonight, the lights will shine brighter than ever as Louise steps into the concert of her dreams. The band she’s idolized for years is finally within reach, but a nagging doubt lingers—could her ticket be a fraud? As the pulsating music fills the air, a whirlwind of desire and tension envelops her.
When a mysterious stranger offers her an invitation backstage, she is thrust into a world of seduction and forbidden pleasure. With a blend of ice play, bondage, and passionate spankings, Louise discovers that the night may hold more than just the thrill of her favorite band. Will she be exposed as an imposter, or will she surrender to the intoxicating embrace of pleasure and pain?
As the concert reaches its climax, Louise must navigate her deepest desires and fears. Will she be punished or pleasured...or perhaps both? In a world where fantasies collide with reality, the music is just the beginning.
Join Louise on a night where boundaries blur and ecstasy reigns, as she finds herself entangled in a seductive dance of romance and raw passion.
Backstage Bliss—where every note strikes a chord deep within, and every moment could lead to a blissful surrender. Are you ready to discover the rhythm of your desires?
Tonight, the lights will shine brighter than ever as Louise steps into the concert of her dreams. The band she’s idolized for years is finally within reach, but a nagging doubt lingers—could her ticket be a fraud? As the pulsating music fills the air, a whirlwind of desire and tension envelops her.
When a mysterious stranger offers her an invitation backstage, she is thrust into a world of seduction and forbidden pleasure. With a blend of ice play, bondage, and passionate spankings, Louise discovers that the night may hold more than just the thrill of her favorite band. Will she be exposed as an imposter, or will she surrender to the intoxicating embrace of pleasure and pain?
As the concert reaches its climax, Louise must navigate her deepest desires and fears. Will she be punished or pleasured...or perhaps both? In a world where fantasies collide with reality, the music is just the beginning.
Join Louise on a night where boundaries blur and ecstasy reigns, as she finds herself entangled in a seductive dance of romance and raw passion.
Backstage Bliss—where every note strikes a chord deep within, and every moment could lead to a blissful surrender. Are you ready to discover the rhythm of your desires?
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voice and feel the story moving through your body as
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you enjoy tonight's show. The last tortured chords are for
whom the bell toles echoed through Louise's ears, Her eyes
still transfer fixed on the powerful frame of James Hetfield
on stage, swept beading across his brow, somehow highlighting his
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pale eyes as shadows danced around him. Something about that
clear gaze seemed to bury itself deep in her chest,
the way the dimming lights reflected held her vision in
such an intense way, the light fading as the first
chords of Fade to Black resonated to mark the end
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of the concert, his figure disappearing, becoming little more than
a silhouette and eventually just another shadow. Even though she
was most definitely here and had enjoyed every second of
the concert, she was still in as much shock as
when she had won the tickets in the auction. Last week.
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Hours she had spent thumbing them, trying to make sure
they felt genuine. She was no way expert, but they
did feel right. Of course, getting ready this afternoon had
been problematic. What do you wear to the concert of
your life? She had selected all her best gens, but
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they seemed cheap when she thought of where she was going.
Deciding this needed something special, she had poured out what
money she had in her savings account and got out
and bought a new pair of leather jeans designer torn
Leather in truth, and they flattered her shapely thighs, she
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had to admit, but her naked skin looked so pale
next to the black leather. With only hours to go
before the concert started, panic set in. She couldn't believe
that she hadn't bought any spray down. Desperately looking for
inspirations through a closet and draws, she eventually pulled out
a pair of fishnet stockings and a bask and pondered
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for a moment. Slipping off the skin tight jeans, she
adorned herself in the bask and rolled the stockings up
her legs, clasping them to the garter straps. She looked
at herself in the mirror for a moment, nodding in
acknowledgment of how sexy it made her feel. This was
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definitely the underwear for tonight. She could only hope that
the clasps did not show through the tears on the
leather jeans. Slipping them back on, it did take a
little time to adjust the tight leather correctly, but finally
only the fishnet material showed through the holes. Slipping her
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hal boots on, she looked again at herself in the mirror.
Looking good, Louise, she prayed to herself and needed something
a little more, something to say she was definitely going
there for the music and not to just look down hot.
Taking a Metallica T shirt from the closet and reaching
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for her scissors, she cut her slit in its neck line,
which she hoped was long enough to expose her impressive
cleavage and allowed the lace of the mass to show.
Slipping it over her head, it took just a little
more scissoraction before it seemed perfect, Tying it around her waist,
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she sighed in approval as she looked in the mirror.
Damn it, girl, I want to fuck you now as well,
she whispered. Make Up was always a challenge for Louise.
She sat in front of a mirror and wondered what
best to wear. It was going to be hot, and
so she definitely did not want to overdo the wall paint,
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simply adorning her lips and what she called hard it
read and applying a heavy dose of MUSCAA. She looked
down at her breasts. They were definitely crevacious, and they
were impressive, but she would still like to draw a
little more attention to them. Taking some blush on the
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end of her finger, she spread it on her ample cleavage,
accentuating the curves. When she arrived at the arena and
handed her ticket over, the young man in the booth
looked at the ticket and smiled nervously. Louise's heart leapt
into her mouth. Fake, after all, guess that's what happens
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when you buy a ticket in an online auction. He
turned and beckoned over a security guard. Fuck, Louise said
in a hushed tone, as disappointment flooded her body. This way, miss,
the security guard said, as he gently grasped the top
of her arm, guiding her through a set of side doors.
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I bought the ticket online, she whispered in a panic,
suddenly very aware he really wasn't dressed for spending a
night in jail. Very good, he said, Brushing her proclamations
of innocence to one side. The poorly lit corridor, he
let her down, offered no way of escape. Eventually, he
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stopped at a large security door, punched her coat into
the glowing keypad beside it, and ushered her through. Louise
gasped as she saw the stage just a few feet
away from her. The security guard retrieved a neon green
wristband from his pocket and secured it about her wrist.
Holding her hand up. Staring at the holographic words that
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simply read Metallica Access all areas, she fought back the
tears of excitement. God, she could hug this man. He
simply ushered her to a seat on the edge of
the area she presumed us for dancing or photographing the band,
before saying, if you want to go to the after
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concert party, is that way. He raised his hand to
indicate a set of doors to the side of the stage,
guarded by possibly the largest human being Louise had ever seen.
Flash your wrist back to him and he'll let you through.
He smiled curiously at her before leaving. Louise sat in
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the seat, shock filling her mind. After Joe party, damn,
who sold this ticket? And why? Within minutes, a young
man appeared next to her, his face friendly and made
even more so by a broad smile as his eyes
followed the trail of her blusher, his gaze shining brightly
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as he caressed the lace of her pask with his eyes.
From the growing bulge in his pants, she could see
her cleavage. Was doing his job very effectively. Eventually, he
simply asked, can I get you a drink? Grasp by shock,
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Louise replied, yeah, a large whisky, famous grouse, if you
have it. I think we have that, he said as
he left. Minutes later, he returned with a very large
plastic glass of golden whiskey and handed it to her.
Louise took the glass nervously, watching the lights of the
arena sparkle within it, then moving the glass to her lips.
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Her hands shaking from excitement, she swallowed the warm liquid hurriedly,
hoping to calm her nerves. The drink went down a
little too easily. Suddenly concerned, she asked how much to
I hear you, realizing it was a little too late
to refuse to pay nothing, he said, looking mildly confused.
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The ip drink's were all complimentary. There will be a
bottle at the party after, he said, smiling, I'll have
another then, she said. The young man left and returned
a few minutes later with the refill. As she drank
this one, the headiness of the moment mixed with the liqueur,
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and a wave of tipsiness flooded over Louise. Would you
like another, he asked, Deciding she would rather be at
least moderately sober to enjoy the concert. Louise shook her
head and sank back into the chair, which now seemed
infinitely more comfortable. Very good, he said, as he turned
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and left. As Louise sat and slowly sipped on a whiskey,
various people drifted into the area through the security doors.
As most of them carried cameras on notepads. Louise decided
they were press and would be reporting on the concert.
She also noted their wristbands glowed with a blue hue
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and looked at hers again definitely green. Watching the press
file into their sea, setting up triprads and cameras, talking
amongst each other like long lost friends, she suddenly felt
like an impostor would they call her out on it.
They grabbed that security guard back and say she's a fake.
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Luis sank back into the chair and sipped her whiskey,
wishing it was full again, wishing for the life of
her that she'd worn the jeans so she didn't look
so conspicuous amongst these reporters. Spotting the young man who
had served her earlier, she caught his eyes and asked
for another larger drink. He simply nodded and disappeared into
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the shadows. While she awaited his return, she watched the
people milling around her in their slacks and designer jeanes.
Occasionally one would say hi or nod at her. She
simply nodded in return, giving them what she hoped was
a genial smile, worrying her red lipstick probably made her
looked like a clown a little. Eventually, the young waiter
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returned and gave her the drink. It had to be
the largest drink of whiskey Louise had ever seen. She
obviously looked like she needed it. Thanking him, she took
a large sip, the burning alcohol hitting the spot within seconds,
easing the last of the tension out of her body.
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She knew this was probably a mistake. She knew she
would probably end up on the wrong side of drunk,
but damn, she needed it right now. Deciding that for
one night, she really didn't care. She didn't know anybody here,
she would never see them again, she just immersed herself
in the piped rock music that played around the arena,
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just loud enough to drown out the low rumble. As
the masses behind her found their seats still, she could
feel the excitement building, the anticipation filling the huge spaces.
Thousands of people burned with the expectation of the concert
to come. Eventually, the lights dimmed and the first chords
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of hit The lights echoed around the arena, igniting a
loud cheer from the audience. As the first rum roll
resonated so hard she could fill the floor vibrate. The
stage lights exploded to life, flooding the band. The press's
cameras flickered to life, flashing like a machine gun of photography,
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everything else forgotten. Louise leapt to her feet, motivated by
the adrenaline coursing through her body, emptying her whiskey glass,
and in the solitude at the empty floor of the
press area danced light she had never danced before, the
world disappeared and there was only her and Metallica. Nothing
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else mattered. As the last beats of the music died away,
the house lights in the arena sprung into cold life,
and the piped rock music returned. Louise brushed the wet
hair from her face, perspiration dripping from every strand suddenly
realizing she had been dancing for what seemed like cowards
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in tight leather jeans. Her clit positively burned, her clit
positively throbbed as it reminded her how it had been
rubbed all that time. Fuck, she couldn't decide if it
was perspiration or come dripping down her thighs Right now,
an excitement of electricity burned through every nerve, and as
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tipsy as she felt, the courage afforded her by the
alcohol flooded her mind and moved her toward the security
door to the backstage. Flashing her wristband. The security guard
opened the door, allowing her through, following the carpeted corridor
through two more security doors, and then into a large room.
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There must have been hundreds of people there. Louise gasped
at the throng of them. She hadn't realized this many
people would be involved with creating the show. Cool air
breezed around the room, accentuating the strength of the alcohol
in her body. She staggered a little as she moved
toward the bar. Deciding that she had probably had enough whiskey,
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she ordered a coca and ice, and she emptied the
glass gratefully. It did feel good after this evening. Ordering
a second, she sipped it slow, this time, savoring the taste,
feeling the first caress of sobriety returning, her sensibilities rising,
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She caught her reflection on the mirror on the back
of the bar. God. She looked a mess, and no
doubt the band would be here soon. There was no
way she wanted to look anything but her best. On
the off chant, she actually got to speak to them.
Calling the barman back over, she asked for directions to
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the bathroom, straining to hear him with the noise of
people talking so loudly in the room, She simply said
thanks and smiled when he looked like he had finished.
Louise moved through the crowd as best she could, and
what she thought must be the right direction eventually finding
another security door and another security guard, She flashed her
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wristband at him and he opened the door. Well, it
certainly looked like the right direction for the bathroom. The
corridor was a lot darker, people in suits moved around,
giving her no attention. Several times she tried to ask
for directions, but they just looked at her and hurried away,
as if focused on something much more important than Louise.
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What was a desire five minutes ago was rapidly becoming
a desperate need, and she really didn't want to discover
how bad it could feel coating the inside of a
leather jeans in piss, and certainly did not want to
see the look on the band's face when they could
smell it. Pushing one of the many doors aside that
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led from the clar corridor, to Louise's surprise, it opened
and led her to a small ante room. Several doors
led off. Louise chose one at random and pushed it open,
breathing a sigh of relief as it opened into the
largest bathrooms she had ever seen. One will was given
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over completely to full length mirrors. There was a shower
and a tub that could easily fit five people, and
the one piece of porcelain that she was in desperate
need to see stood there in the corner. Her body relieved,
Louise took a moment to adjust herself in front of
the full length mirrors. Studying her makeup, she repaired it
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as best she could. She dreamed the last of a coke,
but wished she had more. Looking at herself one last time,
she muttered, you look good. Louise, considering leaving the room,
determined to have another coke to complete her journey to sobriety.
Before the band appeared, she was suddenly faced with several
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doors again and unsure which one she originally came through.
Taking her chances, she opened one of them. Now it
certainly didn't lead to the corridor. Guitars were sat on
stands in the middle of the vast floor, Various leads
hung from hooks, and two large speakers stood against the wall.
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A refrigerator adorned the corner, which created a beautiful focus
for her need for coke. Opening it, a bottle of
champagne lay on the shelf, h Louise thought, the more
alcohol for now. Thankfully, cans of coke lay on the
shelf above taking one, opening it and savoring the cool
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liquid as it moved down her throat. She closed the
fridge and looked back at the room, disappointed not to
see a single chair. Her eyes drifted toward the speakers. Well,
they were kind of the same height as a chair.
Louise's leather jean squeaked as she shuffled onto one, drinking
her coke. It wasn't a chair, but it was a
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damn sight better than being stood in heels. Maybe five
minutes sat down would help her clear her body of
the whiskey so she could be her charming self just
on the off chant. She met the band. As she
felt her eyes drift close, she put her coat down,
not wanting to spilit Maybe a five minute nap would
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do the trick. She thilled. His sleep stole over her.
Suddenly she was being shaken. How did you get in here?
A deep voice asked in a completely unfriendly way. Louise
blinked her eyes open to stare into crystal blue eyes.
Blonde cropped hair crowned a beautifully rugged face, A shock
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of a white goaty beard adorned his firm jewel line.
His hand dropped from her arm as he stood up,
his chest bare apart from a single heavy crucifix. A
beautiful tapestry of tattoos covered his chest and arms. This
is a band room. It is my practice room, he
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said in a stern voice. Louise blushed that she was
in James Hetfield's inner sanctum and could think of nothing
to explain why. Quiously, she held up her wrist to
show him the neon band. His lips twisted into a
crooked smile. So you're sexy kit in sixty six oh eight,
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he said, with a gentle laugh. You know I went
on an orcean, Louise asked, her mind still desperately trying
to rise from the depths of sleep. Yeah, who do
you think sold it? We give out one VIP pass
on every concert, so fans go and tell all their friends,
although they're not quite as easy on the eye as you,
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he said, his eyes moving over her body, caressing her
curves in such a way and hovering over her generous breath.
She could feel his gaze tweaking her nipples. Louise blushed
under the heat of his sight and could only whisper, oh,
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I saw you dancing in the press area, much better
than all those reporters who probably don't even like our music.
It's good to get close to real fans again, he
said to turning toward the fridge. Louise's eyes surveyed the
tattooed muscles across his back, whimpering gently to herself, the
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memory of her aching clit rising unbidden to her mind,
the caress of her leather jeans not helping, the throbbing
that pulse between her thighs. Without turning around, he said,
I'd offer you a coke, but I see you've already
discovered those. There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice,
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but still the burn of her blush heated every cell
in her body. So as you're here, anything you'd like
to ask, he questioned, as he raised the drink to
his lips, the muscles in his body tensing and relaxing,
his abs tightening as he sipped the cold liquid. Louise
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couldn't remove a gaze from his muscle torso rippling as
he drank the coke. She certainly couldn't think of any questions.
As her eyes drifted lower, settling on his crush that
begged her attention, she whispered a shy no, as she
picked up her drink and sipped it, trying to moisten
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her lips, which had become aridly dry. James put his
drink down and selected a spiral cable from the books.
Taking a moment, he picked up a guitar, lifted it,
plugged the cable into the back of it, and then
parted Louise's sighs gently so he could plug the other
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end of the cable into the speaker. Flicking the switch,
the speaker hummed to life, maybe a tune, then he asked,
strumming the strings. The sound of the guitar pulsed through
the speaker and vibrated along Louise's sighs, the notes teasing
at her clip. Her body throbbed with need from the
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sound moving through her, chasing up her body, forcing a
moan from her lips. James grinned wildly at her response.
Turning the dial on his guitar, he strummed the strings again.
The pulse of pleasure shot through her body once more,
her clip vibrating furiously against the hard caress of her
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leather jeans. Louise's hands grasped at the speaker as a
wave of sound ricocheted around her body. Her nipples pulsed
tightly against the lace of her bask burning with anticipation.
Only thing sprung to mind, he asked, playfully, stroking the
strings again. Louise could only moan from the wave of
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pleasure vibrating through her. Her hands reached up and grasping
her breast with urgent need, her nipples trembling under her touch.
Stand up, he commanded, show me what you have under
those leather jeans. Louise slipped off the speaker. Without thinking,
she slipped off her boots and under her jeans, letting
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them fall to the floor on the T shirt, he
said in a low predatory growl. Sliding the T shirt
over her head, Louise stood in basque and stockings, her
nipples pressing hard against the lace. She was sure her
thighs were glistening from the slick, already escaping her panties.
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The heat of her blush transformed into a wild fire
of desire as he stepped next to her, putting the
guitar down, his hand shot between her thighs, cupping her
pussy through her panties, his fingers massaging her aching folds. Fuck,
she moaned, as a firm, strong finger traced a hard
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line along the edge of her sacks, her legs buckled.
She stumbled, falling to her knees. Maybe we can make
this a knight to remember for you, James said, unbuttoning
his jeans and pushing them down over his heart muscled thighs.
His cock throbbed hard and urgent beneath the material of
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his shorts. Lust filled Louise's mind as her lips kissed
at the material, biting at his shaft through it, He
moaned loudly in appreciation. Slipping his shorts down, Louise massaged
his length as it stood proud and erect before her.
His balls tightened as her hands slid over them, her
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lips pressing up and down his shaft, her tongue flicking
over him. James's hands boarded a long blonde hair, pulling
it into tight balls. As her lips explored the tip
of him hungrily. She slid her tongue along his length,
her lips following suit, inviting him deeper. With hard thrust,
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James pushed deep into her mouth, pulling. With hard thrust,
James pushed deep into her mouth, pulling her back onto him.
Tears chased down her cheeks as her lips stretched tightly
around his girth, his length pushing along her tongue. Looking
up and over the muscle plane of his stomach, she
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could see him watching her through the tears that threatened
her eyes. Something about watching this man fucked deep into
her mouth with such animalistic passion turned her on beyond belief.
Her desire burned through her body as thrust after thrust
of his hard cock found its way into her throat.
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Low guttural moans trembled along his shaft, the vibrations forcing
his cock to pulse even harder, to swell further as
it filled her mouth. Louis grasped at his ass, her
nails digging in harshly. Wanting more. Parting his cheeks, she
thrust a single finger into his ass, massaging him. James's
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body tightened and thrust even harder in response, Louise's lips
tightening around him, her teeth dragging along his length as
his fingers gripped her head desperately, his eyes rolling back
as he erupted in her throat fuck, he cried out,
his knees buckling slightly. Louise's hands dropped around the back
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of his thighs, holding him tight to her as her
head moved up and down his erection, draining every last
drop from him. Looking down at her, egrin saying, well,
you deserve something special for that is still pulsing. Cock
is still pulsing. Cock dropped from her lips as Louise
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licked the last of his cum from his shaft, forcing
his cock to throb deliciously. Looking up at him, she
resisted the urge to wipe the cumb she could feel
coating her chin. Get back on the speaker, he commanded,
and close your eyes. Louise stood up and slid back
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onto the speaker, her slick covering the black vinyl, and
closed her eyes. Somewhere in the darkness, she could hear
a door opening and gently closing. For a moment, there
was silence, Then suddenly, his hands pushed between her thighs,
parting them, dropping to his knees, his broad chest forcing
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them further apart, before his hot breath teased along the
bare flesh of her stocking tops, pulling at the sensitive
skin with his teeth, his goaty teasing at her folds,
her pussy throbbing in anticipation higher and higher, His tongue
climbed her soft thighs. After painfully beautiful moments, it discovered
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the sudden edge of her panties, flicking harshly across her
clit through the wet lace. Her pussy clutched, grasping with
urgency for her impending satisfaction. Moaning loudly. The avalanche of
sensation drew her eyes down. His blue eyes sparkled with
mischief vivousness as her eyes met with ferocious passion over
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her pulsing mound. She just knew, looking at those eyes
that he was grinning as his tongue teased to clip,
circling it, torturing her with pleasure, immersing himself in the
ecstasy of her body contorting in the raptures of a
sensuous overload under his torment fuck. She moaned the sensations,
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forcing her legs over his shoulders. Pulling his mouth away,
He looked her straight in the iron, said you forgot
the ice in your coke, as he popped a cube
of ice between his lips and moved her panties to
one side. Ice cold water teasted her folds as his
tongue pressed between them. Long strokes of his tongue traced
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in an electric line of pleasure up and down a
pussy before he sucked on a clip, the cold caress
of the ice fueling the inferno in her sex. Her
body contorted in absolute pleasure as a mixture of fire
and ice tormented her clit. Flick after flick of his
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tongue painted her pussy with the wildfire of ice and cold.
Louise pressed her hips against him, unable to control the
rising orgasm. She pulled his head tighter, his goaty accentuating
the sensations moving through her. Grasping his cropped blonde hair,
she rode her pussy against the onslaught of his mouth.
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As he sucked her clip between his teeth. Louise's head
dropped back as her orgasm exploded through every cell of
her body. Unrelenting, James continued to lash his tongue into
a pussy, forcing the waves of pleasure to crash on
her clit over and over again. Her pussy throbbed painfully
with the overload of pleasure. Desperately, the sensations grew too much,
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and she pushed back from his demanding lips. James stood,
taking another cable. He commanded, bend over the speaker. Trembling
unsteady with the orgasm still invading her body, Louise bent
over the speaker. Put your hands behind you. Obediently, she
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put her hands behind her back, feeling the tension in
the cord as he wrapped it around her wrists, tying
her firmly. Abruptly, he said, your porcelass could do with
a little color, his broad hand spanking down hard on
her ass, the burning sensation fueling the orgasm that still
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echoed through her body. Her pussy clenched with need as
she moaned loudly. Again, his hand aggressively punished her ass,
the sound echoing around the room, somehow fueling the stinging
pleasure she felt burning in her pussy, lifting her palvis,
inviting that next brutal cares, his palm burning the top
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of her thighs, his fingers flogging her folds. Electricity shot
through every damn inch of her body. Pulsing ways of
pleasure exploded from head to toe. Fuck your pussy looks
gorgeous when it's this angry and red. Fuck me, please,
she pleaded, waiting a moment. He admired the glistening red
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lips of her pussy, before taking his cock in his hand,
stroking it to make sure it swelled that little bit
more before thrusting it mercilessly inside her secks, forcing her
lips to stretch around his girth. She cried in pleasure.
His fingers glided over the curve of her hips, twisting
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into her garter straps, pulling her pussy in that perfect
position to fuck her even deeper. Every thrust of his
cock pushing along her clip, forcing her cord to tighten
around him, to grassim to urge him to come. As
his moons grew louder, the sound of everyone vibrating along
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his cock and threatening Louise's sanity. Damn, she could fill
his whole cock, vibrating with the sounds of his moans
as if he was fucking with a vibrator and his cock.
At exactly the same time, Louise panted in time with
the thrusts, everyone pushing the air from her lungs, releasing
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her garter straps. He grabbed the guitar cord secured around
a wrist with one hand and pulled it hard to
ride her roughly as he continued to hammer deep into
a pussy. His other hand grasped her hair, pulling her
back hard onto him as he fucked her, dripping wet
sex with animal need. Somehow his feet found the guitar
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on the floor and stroked the strings clumsily. The speaker
exploded to life, sending fresh vibrations through lou Sending fresh
vibrations through louisa body. The diminishing waves of her orgasm
found new life as her pussy clutched violently around him.
The waves that swamped her body just minutes ago were
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rekindled and burned through her with a new ferocity. Pulling
hard on her hair. Her back arched as she felt
him assault every inch of the walls of her pussy,
his bull slapping her clit as he pounded a desire.
The vibrations of the speaker accelerated the spiraling sensation and
a core intensifying, spreading it further. Louise growled in pleasure
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as her whole body swam in the sea of her
lust filled desires. Releasing her hair, he grasped her ample breasts,
squeezing them roughly, pinching her nipple between his finger and thumb.
The sensation ricocheted from her nipple, straight through her stomach
and onto her clit, her body writhing in torturous pleasure.
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James moaned deeply as his body tied her, his cock
swelling inside her pussy as his warm rubbed it inside her.
Her own body responded so beautifully as a cascade of
pleasure flooded every vein, crying out in orgasmic bliss as
her pussy sucked hard onto his cock, milking it of
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every drop. Releasing the guitar chord, he let Louise drape
over the speaker, panting. Her body spent delightful exhaustion followed
the aftercloth that embraced her. James rubbed his hands over
her ass, his body trembling with satisfaction. As her pussy
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released his cock. She could feel the warm cream of
his desire caressing her thighs, sending a fresh tingle through
her body, forcing a whimper from her lips. Even though
she could hear him pulling his pants back up, she
desperately wanted to turn and tell him how great it was,
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but her body betrayed her. Suddenly, she felt his chest
along her back, his hand sliding up her arms before
he grasped her wrists firmly attaching a new band, He
whispered for tomorrow night, with a fresh wave of exhaustion.
Embracing her, Louise closed her eyes. When she opened them,
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the room was ominously quiet, as if she was waking
from a dream. Sliding from the speaker, she looked at
her wrists, fingering the two bands that now adorned it.
Steadying herself against the speaker, she reached between her thighs
and explored the warm, thick cream that still covered them. Tomorrow,
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she said, lifting her finger to her lips and sucking
it before smiling wildly. So next week, it's good to
try some something you don't you think you never know
what you'll love until you try it, at least three times,
just to be sure. So until next week, and always
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you enjoy tonight's show. The last tortured chords are for
whom the bell toles echoed through Louise's ears, Her eyes
still transfer fixed on the powerful frame of James Hetfield
on stage, swept beading across his brow, somehow highlighting his
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pale eyes as shadows danced around him. Something about that
clear gaze seemed to bury itself deep in her chest,
the way the dimming lights reflected held her vision in
such an intense way, the light fading as the first
chords of Fade to Black resonated to mark the end
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of the concert, his figure disappearing, becoming little more than
a silhouette and eventually just another shadow. Even though she
was most definitely here and had enjoyed every second of
the concert, she was still in as much shock as
when she had won the tickets in the auction. Last week.
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Hours she had spent thumbing them, trying to make sure
they felt genuine. She was no way expert, but they
did feel right. Of course, getting ready this afternoon had
been problematic. What do you wear to the concert of
your life? She had selected all her best gens, but
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they seemed cheap when she thought of where she was going.
Deciding this needed something special, she had poured out what
money she had in her savings account and got out
and bought a new pair of leather jeans designer torn
Leather in truth, and they flattered her shapely thighs, she
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had to admit, but her naked skin looked so pale
next to the black leather. With only hours to go
before the concert started, panic set in. She couldn't believe
that she hadn't bought any spray down. Desperately looking for
inspirations through a closet and draws, she eventually pulled out
a pair of fishnet stockings and a bask and pondered
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for a moment. Slipping off the skin tight jeans, she
adorned herself in the bask and rolled the stockings up
her legs, clasping them to the garter straps. She looked
at herself in the mirror for a moment, nodding in
acknowledgment of how sexy it made her feel. This was
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definitely the underwear for tonight. She could only hope that
the clasps did not show through the tears on the
leather jeans. Slipping them back on, it did take a
little time to adjust the tight leather correctly, but finally
only the fishnet material showed through the holes. Slipping her
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hal boots on, she looked again at herself in the mirror.
Looking good, Louise, she prayed to herself and needed something
a little more, something to say she was definitely going
there for the music and not to just look down hot.
Taking a Metallica T shirt from the closet and reaching
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for her scissors, she cut her slit in its neck line,
which she hoped was long enough to expose her impressive
cleavage and allowed the lace of the mass to show.
Slipping it over her head, it took just a little
more scissoraction before it seemed perfect, Tying it around her waist,
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she sighed in approval as she looked in the mirror.
Damn it, girl, I want to fuck you now as well,
she whispered. Make Up was always a challenge for Louise.
She sat in front of a mirror and wondered what
best to wear. It was going to be hot, and
so she definitely did not want to overdo the wall paint,
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simply adorning her lips and what she called hard it
read and applying a heavy dose of MUSCAA. She looked
down at her breasts. They were definitely crevacious, and they
were impressive, but she would still like to draw a
little more attention to them. Taking some blush on the
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end of her finger, she spread it on her ample cleavage,
accentuating the curves. When she arrived at the arena and
handed her ticket over, the young man in the booth
looked at the ticket and smiled nervously. Louise's heart leapt
into her mouth. Fake, after all, guess that's what happens
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when you buy a ticket in an online auction. He
turned and beckoned over a security guard. Fuck, Louise said
in a hushed tone, as disappointment flooded her body. This way, miss,
the security guard said, as he gently grasped the top
of her arm, guiding her through a set of side doors.
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I bought the ticket online, she whispered in a panic,
suddenly very aware he really wasn't dressed for spending a
night in jail. Very good, he said, Brushing her proclamations
of innocence to one side. The poorly lit corridor, he
let her down, offered no way of escape. Eventually, he
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stopped at a large security door, punched her coat into
the glowing keypad beside it, and ushered her through. Louise
gasped as she saw the stage just a few feet
away from her. The security guard retrieved a neon green
wristband from his pocket and secured it about her wrist.
Holding her hand up. Staring at the holographic words that
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simply read Metallica Access all areas, she fought back the
tears of excitement. God, she could hug this man. He
simply ushered her to a seat on the edge of
the area she presumed us for dancing or photographing the band,
before saying, if you want to go to the after
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concert party, is that way. He raised his hand to
indicate a set of doors to the side of the stage,
guarded by possibly the largest human being Louise had ever seen.
Flash your wrist back to him and he'll let you through.
He smiled curiously at her before leaving. Louise sat in
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the seat, shock filling her mind. After Joe party, damn,
who sold this ticket? And why? Within minutes, a young
man appeared next to her, his face friendly and made
even more so by a broad smile as his eyes
followed the trail of her blusher, his gaze shining brightly
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as he caressed the lace of her pask with his eyes.
From the growing bulge in his pants, she could see
her cleavage. Was doing his job very effectively. Eventually, he
simply asked, can I get you a drink? Grasp by shock,
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Louise replied, yeah, a large whisky, famous grouse, if you
have it. I think we have that, he said as
he left. Minutes later, he returned with a very large
plastic glass of golden whiskey and handed it to her.
Louise took the glass nervously, watching the lights of the
arena sparkle within it, then moving the glass to her lips.
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Her hands shaking from excitement, she swallowed the warm liquid hurriedly,
hoping to calm her nerves. The drink went down a
little too easily. Suddenly concerned, she asked how much to
I hear you, realizing it was a little too late
to refuse to pay nothing, he said, looking mildly confused.
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The ip drink's were all complimentary. There will be a
bottle at the party after, he said, smiling, I'll have
another then, she said. The young man left and returned
a few minutes later with the refill. As she drank
this one, the headiness of the moment mixed with the liqueur,
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and a wave of tipsiness flooded over Louise. Would you
like another, he asked, Deciding she would rather be at
least moderately sober to enjoy the concert. Louise shook her
head and sank back into the chair, which now seemed
infinitely more comfortable. Very good, he said, as he turned
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and left. As Louise sat and slowly sipped on a whiskey,
various people drifted into the area through the security doors.
As most of them carried cameras on notepads. Louise decided
they were press and would be reporting on the concert.
She also noted their wristbands glowed with a blue hue
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and looked at hers again definitely green. Watching the press
file into their sea, setting up triprads and cameras, talking
amongst each other like long lost friends, she suddenly felt
like an impostor would they call her out on it.
They grabbed that security guard back and say she's a fake.
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Luis sank back into the chair and sipped her whiskey,
wishing it was full again, wishing for the life of
her that she'd worn the jeans so she didn't look
so conspicuous amongst these reporters. Spotting the young man who
had served her earlier, she caught his eyes and asked
for another larger drink. He simply nodded and disappeared into
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the shadows. While she awaited his return, she watched the
people milling around her in their slacks and designer jeanes.
Occasionally one would say hi or nod at her. She
simply nodded in return, giving them what she hoped was
a genial smile, worrying her red lipstick probably made her
looked like a clown a little. Eventually, the young waiter
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returned and gave her the drink. It had to be
the largest drink of whiskey Louise had ever seen. She
obviously looked like she needed it. Thanking him, she took
a large sip, the burning alcohol hitting the spot within seconds,
easing the last of the tension out of her body.
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She knew this was probably a mistake. She knew she
would probably end up on the wrong side of drunk,
but damn, she needed it right now. Deciding that for
one night, she really didn't care. She didn't know anybody here,
she would never see them again, she just immersed herself
in the piped rock music that played around the arena,
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just loud enough to drown out the low rumble. As
the masses behind her found their seats still, she could
feel the excitement building, the anticipation filling the huge spaces.
Thousands of people burned with the expectation of the concert
to come. Eventually, the lights dimmed and the first chords
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of hit The lights echoed around the arena, igniting a
loud cheer from the audience. As the first rum roll
resonated so hard she could fill the floor vibrate. The
stage lights exploded to life, flooding the band. The press's
cameras flickered to life, flashing like a machine gun of photography,
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everything else forgotten. Louise leapt to her feet, motivated by
the adrenaline coursing through her body, emptying her whiskey glass,
and in the solitude at the empty floor of the
press area danced light she had never danced before, the
world disappeared and there was only her and Metallica. Nothing
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else mattered. As the last beats of the music died away,
the house lights in the arena sprung into cold life,
and the piped rock music returned. Louise brushed the wet
hair from her face, perspiration dripping from every strand suddenly
realizing she had been dancing for what seemed like cowards
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in tight leather jeans. Her clit positively burned, her clit
positively throbbed as it reminded her how it had been
rubbed all that time. Fuck, she couldn't decide if it
was perspiration or come dripping down her thighs Right now,
an excitement of electricity burned through every nerve, and as
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tipsy as she felt, the courage afforded her by the
alcohol flooded her mind and moved her toward the security
door to the backstage. Flashing her wristband. The security guard
opened the door, allowing her through, following the carpeted corridor
through two more security doors, and then into a large room.
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There must have been hundreds of people there. Louise gasped
at the throng of them. She hadn't realized this many
people would be involved with creating the show. Cool air
breezed around the room, accentuating the strength of the alcohol
in her body. She staggered a little as she moved
toward the bar. Deciding that she had probably had enough whiskey,
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she ordered a coca and ice, and she emptied the
glass gratefully. It did feel good after this evening. Ordering
a second, she sipped it slow, this time, savoring the taste,
feeling the first caress of sobriety returning, her sensibilities rising,
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She caught her reflection on the mirror on the back
of the bar. God. She looked a mess, and no
doubt the band would be here soon. There was no
way she wanted to look anything but her best. On
the off chant, she actually got to speak to them.
Calling the barman back over, she asked for directions to
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the bathroom, straining to hear him with the noise of
people talking so loudly in the room, She simply said
thanks and smiled when he looked like he had finished.
Louise moved through the crowd as best she could, and
what she thought must be the right direction eventually finding
another security door and another security guard, She flashed her
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wristband at him and he opened the door. Well, it
certainly looked like the right direction for the bathroom. The
corridor was a lot darker, people in suits moved around,
giving her no attention. Several times she tried to ask
for directions, but they just looked at her and hurried away,
as if focused on something much more important than Louise.
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What was a desire five minutes ago was rapidly becoming
a desperate need, and she really didn't want to discover
how bad it could feel coating the inside of a
leather jeans in piss, and certainly did not want to
see the look on the band's face when they could
smell it. Pushing one of the many doors aside that
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led from the clar corridor, to Louise's surprise, it opened
and led her to a small ante room. Several doors
led off. Louise chose one at random and pushed it open,
breathing a sigh of relief as it opened into the
largest bathrooms she had ever seen. One will was given
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over completely to full length mirrors. There was a shower
and a tub that could easily fit five people, and
the one piece of porcelain that she was in desperate
need to see stood there in the corner. Her body relieved,
Louise took a moment to adjust herself in front of
the full length mirrors. Studying her makeup, she repaired it
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as best she could. She dreamed the last of a coke,
but wished she had more. Looking at herself one last time,
she muttered, you look good. Louise, considering leaving the room,
determined to have another coke to complete her journey to sobriety.
Before the band appeared, she was suddenly faced with several
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doors again and unsure which one she originally came through.
Taking her chances, she opened one of them. Now it
certainly didn't lead to the corridor. Guitars were sat on
stands in the middle of the vast floor, Various leads
hung from hooks, and two large speakers stood against the wall.
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A refrigerator adorned the corner, which created a beautiful focus
for her need for coke. Opening it, a bottle of
champagne lay on the shelf, h Louise thought, the more
alcohol for now. Thankfully, cans of coke lay on the
shelf above taking one, opening it and savoring the cool
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liquid as it moved down her throat. She closed the
fridge and looked back at the room, disappointed not to
see a single chair. Her eyes drifted toward the speakers. Well,
they were kind of the same height as a chair.
Louise's leather jean squeaked as she shuffled onto one, drinking
her coke. It wasn't a chair, but it was a
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damn sight better than being stood in heels. Maybe five
minutes sat down would help her clear her body of
the whiskey so she could be her charming self just
on the off chant. She met the band. As she
felt her eyes drift close, she put her coat down,
not wanting to spilit Maybe a five minute nap would
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do the trick. She thilled. His sleep stole over her.
Suddenly she was being shaken. How did you get in here?
A deep voice asked in a completely unfriendly way. Louise
blinked her eyes open to stare into crystal blue eyes.
Blonde cropped hair crowned a beautifully rugged face, A shock
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of a white goaty beard adorned his firm jewel line.
His hand dropped from her arm as he stood up,
his chest bare apart from a single heavy crucifix. A
beautiful tapestry of tattoos covered his chest and arms. This
is a band room. It is my practice room, he
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said in a stern voice. Louise blushed that she was
in James Hetfield's inner sanctum and could think of nothing
to explain why. Quiously, she held up her wrist to
show him the neon band. His lips twisted into a
crooked smile. So you're sexy kit in sixty six oh eight,
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he said, with a gentle laugh. You know I went
on an orcean, Louise asked, her mind still desperately trying
to rise from the depths of sleep. Yeah, who do
you think sold it? We give out one VIP pass
on every concert, so fans go and tell all their friends,
although they're not quite as easy on the eye as you,
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he said, his eyes moving over her body, caressing her
curves in such a way and hovering over her generous breath.
She could feel his gaze tweaking her nipples. Louise blushed
under the heat of his sight and could only whisper, oh,
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I saw you dancing in the press area, much better
than all those reporters who probably don't even like our music.
It's good to get close to real fans again, he
said to turning toward the fridge. Louise's eyes surveyed the
tattooed muscles across his back, whimpering gently to herself, the
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memory of her aching clit rising unbidden to her mind,
the caress of her leather jeans not helping, the throbbing
that pulse between her thighs. Without turning around, he said,
I'd offer you a coke, but I see you've already
discovered those. There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice,
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but still the burn of her blush heated every cell
in her body. So as you're here, anything you'd like
to ask, he questioned, as he raised the drink to
his lips, the muscles in his body tensing and relaxing,
his abs tightening as he sipped the cold liquid. Louise
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couldn't remove a gaze from his muscle torso rippling as
he drank the coke. She certainly couldn't think of any questions.
As her eyes drifted lower, settling on his crush that
begged her attention, she whispered a shy no, as she
picked up her drink and sipped it, trying to moisten
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her lips, which had become aridly dry. James put his
drink down and selected a spiral cable from the books.
Taking a moment, he picked up a guitar, lifted it,
plugged the cable into the back of it, and then
parted Louise's sighs gently so he could plug the other
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end of the cable into the speaker. Flicking the switch,
the speaker hummed to life, maybe a tune, then he asked,
strumming the strings. The sound of the guitar pulsed through
the speaker and vibrated along Louise's sighs, the notes teasing
at her clip. Her body throbbed with need from the
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sound moving through her, chasing up her body, forcing a
moan from her lips. James grinned wildly at her response.
Turning the dial on his guitar, he strummed the strings again.
The pulse of pleasure shot through her body once more,
her clip vibrating furiously against the hard caress of her
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leather jeans. Louise's hands grasped at the speaker as a
wave of sound ricocheted around her body. Her nipples pulsed
tightly against the lace of her bask burning with anticipation.
Only thing sprung to mind, he asked, playfully, stroking the
strings again. Louise could only moan from the wave of
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pleasure vibrating through her. Her hands reached up and grasping
her breast with urgent need, her nipples trembling under her touch.
Stand up, he commanded, show me what you have under
those leather jeans. Louise slipped off the speaker. Without thinking,
she slipped off her boots and under her jeans, letting
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them fall to the floor on the T shirt, he
said in a low predatory growl. Sliding the T shirt
over her head, Louise stood in basque and stockings, her
nipples pressing hard against the lace. She was sure her
thighs were glistening from the slick, already escaping her panties.
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The heat of her blush transformed into a wild fire
of desire as he stepped next to her, putting the
guitar down, his hand shot between her thighs, cupping her
pussy through her panties, his fingers massaging her aching folds. Fuck,
she moaned, as a firm, strong finger traced a hard
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line along the edge of her sacks, her legs buckled.
She stumbled, falling to her knees. Maybe we can make
this a knight to remember for you, James said, unbuttoning
his jeans and pushing them down over his heart muscled thighs.
His cock throbbed hard and urgent beneath the material of
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his shorts. Lust filled Louise's mind as her lips kissed
at the material, biting at his shaft through it, He
moaned loudly in appreciation. Slipping his shorts down, Louise massaged
his length as it stood proud and erect before her.
His balls tightened as her hands slid over them, her
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lips pressing up and down his shaft, her tongue flicking
over him. James's hands boarded a long blonde hair, pulling
it into tight balls. As her lips explored the tip
of him hungrily. She slid her tongue along his length,
her lips following suit, inviting him deeper. With hard thrust,
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James pushed deep into her mouth, pulling. With hard thrust,
James pushed deep into her mouth, pulling her back onto him.
Tears chased down her cheeks as her lips stretched tightly
around his girth, his length pushing along her tongue. Looking
up and over the muscle plane of his stomach, she
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could see him watching her through the tears that threatened
her eyes. Something about watching this man fucked deep into
her mouth with such animalistic passion turned her on beyond belief.
Her desire burned through her body as thrust after thrust
of his hard cock found its way into her throat.
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Low guttural moans trembled along his shaft, the vibrations forcing
his cock to pulse even harder, to swell further as
it filled her mouth. Louis grasped at his ass, her
nails digging in harshly. Wanting more. Parting his cheeks, she
thrust a single finger into his ass, massaging him. James's
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body tightened and thrust even harder in response, Louise's lips
tightening around him, her teeth dragging along his length as
his fingers gripped her head desperately, his eyes rolling back
as he erupted in her throat fuck, he cried out,
his knees buckling slightly. Louise's hands dropped around the back
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of his thighs, holding him tight to her as her
head moved up and down his erection, draining every last
drop from him. Looking down at her, egrin saying, well,
you deserve something special for that is still pulsing. Cock
is still pulsing. Cock dropped from her lips as Louise
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licked the last of his cum from his shaft, forcing
his cock to throb deliciously. Looking up at him, she
resisted the urge to wipe the cumb she could feel
coating her chin. Get back on the speaker, he commanded,
and close your eyes. Louise stood up and slid back
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onto the speaker, her slick covering the black vinyl, and
closed her eyes. Somewhere in the darkness, she could hear
a door opening and gently closing. For a moment, there
was silence, Then suddenly, his hands pushed between her thighs,
parting them, dropping to his knees, his broad chest forcing
(31:16):
them further apart, before his hot breath teased along the
bare flesh of her stocking tops, pulling at the sensitive
skin with his teeth, his goaty teasing at her folds,
her pussy throbbing in anticipation higher and higher, His tongue
climbed her soft thighs. After painfully beautiful moments, it discovered
(31:40):
the sudden edge of her panties, flicking harshly across her
clit through the wet lace. Her pussy clutched, grasping with
urgency for her impending satisfaction. Moaning loudly. The avalanche of
sensation drew her eyes down. His blue eyes sparkled with
mischief vivousness as her eyes met with ferocious passion over
(32:04):
her pulsing mound. She just knew, looking at those eyes
that he was grinning as his tongue teased to clip,
circling it, torturing her with pleasure, immersing himself in the
ecstasy of her body contorting in the raptures of a
sensuous overload under his torment fuck. She moaned the sensations,
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forcing her legs over his shoulders. Pulling his mouth away,
He looked her straight in the iron, said you forgot
the ice in your coke, as he popped a cube
of ice between his lips and moved her panties to
one side. Ice cold water teasted her folds as his
tongue pressed between them. Long strokes of his tongue traced
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in an electric line of pleasure up and down a
pussy before he sucked on a clip, the cold caress
of the ice fueling the inferno in her sex. Her
body contorted in absolute pleasure as a mixture of fire
and ice tormented her clit. Flick after flick of his
(33:12):
tongue painted her pussy with the wildfire of ice and cold.
Louise pressed her hips against him, unable to control the
rising orgasm. She pulled his head tighter, his goaty accentuating
the sensations moving through her. Grasping his cropped blonde hair,
she rode her pussy against the onslaught of his mouth.
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As he sucked her clip between his teeth. Louise's head
dropped back as her orgasm exploded through every cell of
her body. Unrelenting, James continued to lash his tongue into
a pussy, forcing the waves of pleasure to crash on
her clit over and over again. Her pussy throbbed painfully
with the overload of pleasure. Desperately, the sensations grew too much,
(33:57):
and she pushed back from his demanding lips. James stood,
taking another cable. He commanded, bend over the speaker. Trembling
unsteady with the orgasm still invading her body, Louise bent
over the speaker. Put your hands behind you. Obediently, she
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put her hands behind her back, feeling the tension in
the cord as he wrapped it around her wrists, tying
her firmly. Abruptly, he said, your porcelass could do with
a little color, his broad hand spanking down hard on
her ass, the burning sensation fueling the orgasm that still
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echoed through her body. Her pussy clenched with need as
she moaned loudly. Again, his hand aggressively punished her ass,
the sound echoing around the room, somehow fueling the stinging
pleasure she felt burning in her pussy, lifting her palvis,
inviting that next brutal cares, his palm burning the top
(35:02):
of her thighs, his fingers flogging her folds. Electricity shot
through every damn inch of her body. Pulsing ways of
pleasure exploded from head to toe. Fuck your pussy looks
gorgeous when it's this angry and red. Fuck me, please,
she pleaded, waiting a moment. He admired the glistening red
(35:25):
lips of her pussy, before taking his cock in his hand,
stroking it to make sure it swelled that little bit
more before thrusting it mercilessly inside her secks, forcing her
lips to stretch around his girth. She cried in pleasure.
His fingers glided over the curve of her hips, twisting
(35:46):
into her garter straps, pulling her pussy in that perfect
position to fuck her even deeper. Every thrust of his
cock pushing along her clip, forcing her cord to tighten
around him, to grassim to urge him to come. As
his moons grew louder, the sound of everyone vibrating along
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his cock and threatening Louise's sanity. Damn, she could fill
his whole cock, vibrating with the sounds of his moans
as if he was fucking with a vibrator and his cock.
At exactly the same time, Louise panted in time with
the thrusts, everyone pushing the air from her lungs, releasing
(36:27):
her garter straps. He grabbed the guitar cord secured around
a wrist with one hand and pulled it hard to
ride her roughly as he continued to hammer deep into
a pussy. His other hand grasped her hair, pulling her
back hard onto him as he fucked her, dripping wet
sex with animal need. Somehow his feet found the guitar
(36:49):
on the floor and stroked the strings clumsily. The speaker
exploded to life, sending fresh vibrations through lou Sending fresh
vibrations through louisa body. The diminishing waves of her orgasm
found new life as her pussy clutched violently around him.
The waves that swamped her body just minutes ago were
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rekindled and burned through her with a new ferocity. Pulling
hard on her hair. Her back arched as she felt
him assault every inch of the walls of her pussy,
his bull slapping her clit as he pounded a desire.
The vibrations of the speaker accelerated the spiraling sensation and
a core intensifying, spreading it further. Louise growled in pleasure
(37:36):
as her whole body swam in the sea of her
lust filled desires. Releasing her hair, he grasped her ample breasts,
squeezing them roughly, pinching her nipple between his finger and thumb.
The sensation ricocheted from her nipple, straight through her stomach
and onto her clit, her body writhing in torturous pleasure.
(37:57):
James moaned deeply as his body tied her, his cock
swelling inside her pussy as his warm rubbed it inside her.
Her own body responded so beautifully as a cascade of
pleasure flooded every vein, crying out in orgasmic bliss as
her pussy sucked hard onto his cock, milking it of
(38:18):
every drop. Releasing the guitar chord, he let Louise drape
over the speaker, panting. Her body spent delightful exhaustion followed
the aftercloth that embraced her. James rubbed his hands over
her ass, his body trembling with satisfaction. As her pussy
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released his cock. She could feel the warm cream of
his desire caressing her thighs, sending a fresh tingle through
her body, forcing a whimper from her lips. Even though
she could hear him pulling his pants back up, she
desperately wanted to turn and tell him how great it was,
(39:01):
but her body betrayed her. Suddenly, she felt his chest
along her back, his hand sliding up her arms before
he grasped her wrists firmly attaching a new band, He
whispered for tomorrow night, with a fresh wave of exhaustion.
Embracing her, Louise closed her eyes. When she opened them,
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the room was ominously quiet, as if she was waking
from a dream. Sliding from the speaker, she looked at
her wrists, fingering the two bands that now adorned it.
Steadying herself against the speaker, she reached between her thighs
and explored the warm, thick cream that still covered them. Tomorrow,
(39:48):
she said, lifting her finger to her lips and sucking
it before smiling wildly. So next week, it's good to
try some something you don't you think you never know
what you'll love until you try it, at least three times,
just to be sure. So until next week, and always
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with your pleasure in mind. This is Devil in Wild
wishing you salacious dreams. As you have enjoyed tonight's story,
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