by Lexi Archer
Lee Davis devoured my body running his hands all over me. I was gone. I was a prisoner to my lust. I was a prisoner to the incredible feelings washing over my body as this sculpted rock god pressed against me and explored me. And there was no way I was going to resist at this point.
No, the game was lost. The game had been lost from the very moment he first touched me in that brief contact out on the stage, but and I was completely his the moment that he pressed his lips against mine. Right now while I was on his bed in the back of his tour bus I wasn't a faithful wife. I wasn't a loving mother. I was a groupie. I was his willing plaything. Maybe it was just for tonight, maybe it was wrong, but I was his. In every way.
And I was going to enjoy the fuck out of this experience!
No guilt, no thoughts for my husband in the moment, and yet that silently dominated my mind in the back even as I focused on the incredible sensations that Lee was causing. What would Jake think? How would he react? Would he be turned on? Angry? Somewhere in between?
In the moment I didn't give a fuck. He was the one who created this monster.
Lee was slow. He was worshipful. He was a conscientious lover and everything I'd imagined. Only that wasn't what I needed right now. No, what I needed more than anything was to be ravaged by a rock star. And so I reached up and grabbed him by his leather vest and pulled him against me.
I opened my eyes from the kiss and saw him look down at me in surprise, and then I felt him smile without ever breaking that kiss. He did get the message though. His hands started moving up and down my body with more fervor. With more insistence. He was taking me, not just exploring me.
His hands ran down my stomach, between my legs to my sopping wet pussy. Shit. He could probably feel the dampness down there even through my shorts. His hands ran up to my tits, inside my top and then I felt his hands brushing against the naked flesh of my breasts for the first time and it made me lightheaded. It drove me insane. I was moaning into his mouth as he ran his hand along my body.
Fuck!
One of his hands flicked a nipple just to the point of pain, but that delicious pain sent explosions running through me. My husband never did anything like that! I'd never known that was something I was even into, but now that he was doing it I felt like I couldn't get enough of it.
While one of his hands was busy pinching my nipples the other moved down in between my legs again. I felt him start to work at my zipper and then before I realized what was happening he was tugging down. In one quick pull my shorts were down around my ass. I gasped into his mouth as he continued swirling his tongue around mine. Holy shit! He was gifted at this. Then again, I suppose he had a hell of a lot of practice disrobing women. He was probably like some Jedi Master of removing tight fitting clothes at this point.
His hand pulled out of my shirt and I let out a whimper of disappointment. I needed to feel his hand in there so bad. I needed to feel him against me so bad! Withdrawing his touch was the purest form of torture I'd ever felt.
My eyes went wide and I let out a surprised yell as his hand pressed against my chest, such a delicious feeling, only he wasn't pressing against my chest because he wanted to feel my tits. No, he roughly shoved me down to the bed where I landed with a thump. I felt springs bouncing under me and I even bounced once before I came to rest with one knee up and one leg splayed out. With my shorts down around my thighs. With this rock god standing over me staring down at me with a hunger and lust that was probably the single most intensely sexual look I'd ever seen a man give me in his life.
With maybe the exception of my husband on our wedding night. He'd been my first, and now it was looking like the great Lee Davis was going to be my second. And that thought of my husband on our wedding night sent a fresh pang of guilt worming through my body. I didn't feel so guilty that I was going to give up on this incredible feeling, this incredible experience, but that guilt was still there quietly in the background. I wasn't sure I was going to get over that guilt entirely at all this first time, though maybe by the second, or the third.
With a start I realized I was thinking in terms of a second or a third time. I realized that I'd given myself over to my husband's fantasy entirely. That this was something I was going to try again, assuming he reacted well to hearing about the first time.
And in a strange way that guilt made me feel better about this experience. It meant I hadn't given myself over completely. Not yet anyways. It meant that on some level I was still faithful to my husband even as I was preparing to be very unfaithful. And from the way Lee was staring down at me he was making it absolutely clear that he had every intention of making me his entirely, and fuck the consequences to my marriage.
But I knew different. In the moment standing over me looking every bit the tall rock god that he was I felt the same way. He'd take me in any way that he wanted. As long as he was taking me. As long as he was giving me that impossible pleasure that he seemed uniquely suited to dole out. Yet he could give me that impossible pleasure and at the end of the day I was still with my husband. This was just a fleeting pleasure for both of us. For all three of us.
There was comfort in that thought. There was reconciliation in that thought. The guilt disappeared and I was finally ready, truly ready, for the first time that night.
And I couldn't have been ready a moment sooner! Lee fell down on the bed on top of me. Started yanking down on my shorts which were already down around my thighs. In a moment I was completely naked from the waist down and then he moved up and started yanking up on my shirt. He didn't even bother to take the thing all the way off. No, he was in far too much of a hurry for that, and I was just fine with him being in far too much of a hurry because I was feeling an incredible fucking urgency that I couldn't explain. I needed him inside me. I didn't even want to bother with foreplay.
Damn. My husband would absolutely love it if he got that sort of deal. Then again, my husband wasn't Lee Davis. He'd get turned on enough later hearing about how I was so turned on that I wanted a man to fuck me with no foreplay.
Lee started kissing his way up my body. First my thighs, then for a moment his lips were brushing against my pussy lips. For an electric moment I thought he might be going down on me and I was surprised to feel disappointment that he wasn't just fucking me already, but no, it didn't seem that was in the cards. Not yet at least. He continued moving up until his muscular chest was over me finally in the culmination of a fantasy that had been running through my head the entire night. Hell, it was the culmination of a fantasy that had been running through my head since I first discovered the band!
And I took the opportunity to pull the leather vest to the side. He allowed me to pull it off and once that was done my hands moved down to his pants. Lee might've been a master at taking my pants off, but I figured I was just as good. In a moment I'd pulled his tight pants open and I was fishing his cock out.
My eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head as I felt the flesh of his shaft in my hand. God! It was everything I'd imagined and so much more. It was so fucking intense feeling my hands around his cock. How many times had I fantasized about this? How many times had I grasped a dildo and imagined that I was running my fingers up and down the length of Lee's cock?
And yet the fulfillment of that long time fantasy was so much more. It was so big, so throbbing, and from the way he was groaning and the way his own eyes were rolling into the back of his head it appeared he was getting one hell of a thrill out of me grabbing his cock. Almost as much of a thrill as I was getting from being the one doing the grabbing.
Though it was impossible that he could feel as hot as I felt at that moment. It was impossible that he could be as turned on as I was feeling in that moment. I'd fantasized about him my entire life, but he'd only discovered I existed tonight. And still, from the way he reacted it seemed as though he was enjoying the fuck out of my hand running up and down the length of his shaft.
I wasn't sure if that was specifically for me or if that was a show he put
on for the benefit of all the girls he got with, but I'd take it in the moment.
Just as he had with my shirt, I didn't bother to take his pants all the way off. No, all I cared about was getting his cock out so he could get the deed done. In one swift motion I yanked down just enough that his cock was free and then I was guiding him to the entrance to my pussy. It seemed like I was poised on the edge of eternity as I felt his massive cockhead pressing against my completely unprotected lips.
I felt dizzy. I'd never acted like this before. I'd never been a completely wanton slut like this before. And together there was just something about everything. The feeling of him over me, knowing who he was, the intensity of everything I'd felt tonight, knowing that I was finally cashing in on that list, knowing that I was fulfilling one hell of a fantasy even though my husband had no idea I was actually finally going through with it, thinking of how hot my husband would be if he knew exactly what was happening right now after begging for so long.
It was all so much. It was all so fucking overwhelming.
Only to my surprise as we were poised on the edge of eternity Lee was the one to stop. He was the one to hold himself with his cock at my entrance just barely splitting me and giving me a preview of the incredible pleasure I could expect when he finally delivered and split me down the middle with the entirety of its length.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
He glanced over towards the bar. "I have condoms if you want to use them."
I smiled up at him and let out a noise that was somewhere between a purr and a moan. "I don't want a condom. I want to feel you completely."
He cocked an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that? Are you on the pill?"
I flopped my head back on the bed. I couldn't believe he was actually having this conversation with me when he was so close to fucking me. I couldn't believe he was actually being responsible now of all times! He was shattering all sorts of images I had about rock stars and how they acted towards their groupies. At least the preconceived notions that I had about Lee Davis in particular.
"Do you care?" I asked.
He pulled back ever so slightly and I whimpered as I felt his cockhead pulling back from that incredible contact with my pussy.
"I actually care very much," he gasped. "If I wasn't careful then I'd have a string of kids from here to LA. You're just so damn hot…"
With those last words he pressed down again. I felt his cock pressing against me. Splitting me apart. And I was feeling the same lust that he was. Either he was one hell of a good actor or he really was feeling the same intense feelings I was. He really was dealing with the same emotions I was dealing with. The same overwhelming desire. The same primal need to fuck, and to fuck now. Could it really be that he was getting just as turned on by me as I was by him?
Impossible as that sounded I was starting to believe it.
It was a revelation and a paradigm shift all wrapped up into one. Lee Davis was into me. Well, I knew that Lee Davis was into me. He obviously had to be into me if he decided to pick me out of the crowd. But it felt like there was something more to this. Something more than just a simple groupie getting picked up by a rock star who was looking to get his rocks off after a concert. There seemed to be genuine desire there. And if that was the case then I was going to get brave and do something that I never would've imagined myself doing when I left for the concert.
I was going to tease the great Lee Davis. I was going to give as good as I was getting, give him a taste of his own medicine. I was going to use every bit of experience I had with dirty talk from my husband and bring it to bear on this rock star splitting me down the middle. And from the way he was already reacting to sinking inside my married pussy I had a feeling he was going to love it.
I pressed my hips up allowing just a bit of his cock to press inside me.
"You're clean, aren't you?" I asked.
Lee blinked. "Well, yeah?"
"Then what's the problem? You want me, don't you?"
"Fuck yeah," Lee gasped as I pressed up again enveloping another inch of his cock in my pussy.
It was so weird being the aggressor. Being the one taking charge. I couldn't believe I was doing it, and yet at the same time it was so fucking sexy. And I wondered what my husband would think if he could see me. I'd dismissed his fantasy so many times and now here I was with another man's cock slipping inside me. Only I was the one pressing up pulling more and more of it in. I was the aggressor. I was the one who was egging him on while he tried to show some restraint.
I reached up and grabbed his hair, pulled him so that he was looking straight into my eyes. "Don't you want to fill my tight married pussy with your cum?"
He groaned and that seemed to do the trick. He started sinking his cock inside me rather than me being the one pressing up and trying to get more and more of his cock in me. And once he got going he really got going. It was only a moment before he was buried inside me completely to the hilt. I grunted in surprise, feeling for a moment as though I'd had the wind knocked out of me as he slammed his massive cock against me. As I felt his entire length running inside my pussy reaching depths that had never been explored before by any man. Even my husband.
"Fuck," I breathed.
Lee grinned. "That's the idea babe."
And, true to his word, he started fucking me. And oh God was it incredible. Oh God was it fucking intense. Oh God was it the most insane fucking experience of my life, both literally and figuratively. Over and over again he pounded inside me, and every time his massive cock with its incredible head slammed into my body I squealed and grunted. I felt my body shaking underneath him. My tits bounced up and down as he looked down and stared at them enraptured by their motion.
I looked around the tour bus and wondered how many girls had been in this exact situation. And in a strange way it felt so fucking hot to know I was just another girl he was using for his pleasure, even if it did seem in the moment that maybe things were a little more intense with me, maybe he was enjoying it a little more with me, than he had with other girls. There was just something about the fantasy of being used, of the two of us enjoying one another for pleasure alone, that was turning me on so much.
And that turn on in a way helped me to understand my husband's fantasy just a little more. Helped me to understand where he was coming from. More than anything it helped me to cement the realization that maybe this was something I could really get into even if I wasn't fucking Lee Davis.
But that was something to think about later. Right now I concentrated on the muscular rock star hovering over me who was pumping in and out of me over and over with his perfect and oh so long cock. Over and over he plowed into me. Over and over again I felt as though the wind was getting knocked out of me in the most wonderful way possible. And over and over it was as though there was an electric current running from his cock through to the rest of my body every time he bottomed out inside me.
Holy fuck was it intense, and I was screaming in time with his thrusts. I was sure anyone who happened to be walking by the bus outside would be able to hear us. The fucking was so intense, so fevered, that I was also sure the bus must be rocking from the force of what we were doing. Rocking as though it was a car and we were a couple of teenagers getting it on, but this was so much more powerful. It was a ridiculous notion, but it was still adding to the sheer delicious naughtiness of the moment.
"Do you like that? Does that feel good knowing you're fucking another man's woman?" I breathed.
"Oh fuck…"
I almost wanted to giggle only that would definitely ruin the moment. It appeared Lee had a fantasy of his own, similar to my husband's and yet different at the same time. In a way his fantasy was the other side of the coin from my husband's fantasy. My husband was into the idea of his wife with another man whether or not he got to watch, and from the way Lee was reacting to my dirty talk it seemed he was into the idea of taking another man's girl.
I wondered if that was something that had always turne
d him on, or if it was something of an acquired taste that he'd come to enjoy since his rise to stardom. It really seemed like the perfect fantasy for a man in his position. I'm sure there were plenty of girls who came through his bedroom who were taken, but I didn't care. Right now I was the girl who was in his bedroom and that's all I cared about.
As he plowed into me I felt like I was building towards something incredible. I felt as though little electric bolts of pleasure were running through my body every time he slammed into me, but they were getting more intense with every thrust. And from the way he was panting on top of me, from the way sweat slicked his muscular body almost as though he was back out on stage, from the way he was staring down at me with concentration and lust mixing together, it seemed like he was on the edge of something huge as well.
"Are you close?" I asked.
"Yes," he grunted. "What about you?"
I pulled him down and whispered in his ear. "What I really need is for you to blow your fucking rock star load inside me. That'll make me come baby."
That seemed to do it for him. With one final groan he buried himself inside me and I felt his cockhead expand as one last incredible wave of pleasure shot through my body from his cock buried to the hilt inside me. Then he was exploding. I could feel warm sticky strings of his cum splashing inside my pussy. And that was what it took to push me over the edge. That was the naughty little shove that I needed to go completely crazy. To turn the electric pleasure coursing through my body into the most massive orgasm of my life.
I squeezed my eyes shut and breathed in deeply as I threw my head back and let out an intense scream to go right along with the intense tingling pleasure that was overtaking my body. Over and over he shot inside me. Lee Davis was coming inside me! Over and over I screamed right along with him, dug my fingers in and clawed down his back.