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Even Rock Stars Get Jealous  When we last left our beautiful sexy Sasha, she had just about taken off a man's hand for feeling between her legs while she did a private dance for hi.m. Well,bad girls will be bad girls, and a streetwise stripper is not one you want tangle with. However, let's check in o.n her and see where she is today. Sasha had the night off and we find her at a party. It is in a nice house in the suburbs that has five guys living there. They are in a soon-to-be very famous hair band of the eighties. Sasha had started seeing Michael, the drummer. Michael was definitely handsome, and very quiet in a brooding musician like way, which Sasha adored. They had just signed their recording deal and Michael was feeling his rock star status. She stood in the band room/basement, wearing clothes she had worn to meet him at the show. A pair of thigh high black stockings with a seam th.at ran u.p the back of her legs perfectly. She wore stiletto heels of black leather, that had delicate straps around her ankles. Her mini skirt looked like something out of a rock video with fringe hanging off the sides. She had a tight black wrap top that plunged between her full breasts, and a black Bolero with her hair pulled back at the nape in a ponytail. Her almond shaped doe eyes were darkly made u.p, and she peeked from below the hat brim seductively at Michael. She was letting him know she wanted t.o pl.ay with just her eyes. In the background, the song, "Still Loving You" came on by the Scorpions. Michael seemed t.o step t.o the rhythm and crossed the room smoothly t.o her, never unlocking his gaze from his prize. There's that certain something a rock star can have, that no other man can possess, a total aura of confidence. That's exactly what made her seduction of him so delicious. He kissed her neck at the bend where it met her shoulder. It made her nipples hard immediately. Michael whispered in her ear. "I have been wanting to be alone with you night long. " He sexily nibbled her ear and his hand squeezed her hip. She felt her wetness ache for him. She told everyone in the group goodnight and followed him to their room. He entangled her fingers in his...guiding her down the long hallway. Once inside, he shut the door and Sasha reached up to pull off the top, Her naked breasts were perky and had long hard nipples that Michael wanted to bite so bad, his cock throbbed to life thinking of it. "Fuck you are one sexy bitch. " He growled and slapped her ass through the skirt. Sasha let out a little moan and bent over the bed, gripping onto it and wiggling her fine ass side to side...looking over her shoulder. "Please do it harder." She whimpered a little and Michael's hand came down a little harder, smoothing away the sting with a caress after. He could feel heat already and knew her olive skin would have a faint pink hue. His hand came down again with a smack, so hard, it jarred her a bit and she squeaked a moan. His hand print rose in a large welt on her ass this time. "Fuck, I love marking your sweet ass, my hot bitch" Michael growled and bit her delicate neck paralyzing her instantly. His hands groped up to her breasts and pulled, twisting her nipples. Sasha gasped and arched at the same time. His one hand slid between her legs and slid into her tight wet hole with ease. He made her squirt onto her thighs and his hand. Her leg went up onto the bed as she tried to fuck his hand, grunting and moaning like a cat in heat. From outside the room, the smacks on her flesh could be heard as well as her animalistic sounds. The bass player, Bill, sat in the next bedroom in the dark, listening as he squeezed his throbbing cock head through his pants. Why the fuck did Michael get so lucky to score the hottest piece of ass I've ever heard? Bill unzipped his pants and began stroking himself. That little bitch would get it good if she were mine he thought and he listened, stroking himself faster as Michael began to grunt behind the door. He was fucking Sasha roughly, taking her. Bill's hand slid up and down fast upon his raging hardness , leaking precum down over his fist. He gave a low grunt and started to cum in hot strands, breathy and panting quietly. Afterwards, Bill tossed the tissue in the trash and crawled into bed. "Lucky bastard", he said under his breath before falling asleep. |
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 fact or fiction...
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"Even the greatest stars Dislike themselves in the looking glass" (Kraftwerk)
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 Slave rick
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fiction 
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I think that Sasha is the real deal. Howling at the moon and mal ad osteo.
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Maybe another time, Bill.....
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Poetess, great writing with great details 
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"Even the greatest stars Dislike themselves in the looking glass" (Kraftwerk)
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Slave rick 
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fiction  Can't kiss and tell 
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I think that Sasha is the real deal.
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Maybe another time, Bill.....  Or not
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Poetess, great writing with great details
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Great fiction...beautiful fact.
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Great fiction...beautiful fact.
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I think most people when describing memories may weave both facts and fiction into the narrative. So, it could be both. It was an engaging read no matter the answer. Besides, you'd never tell!
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