by Selena Kitt
“I’ll see you tonight, then!” She took another step back inwards, her breathing so quick before she turned and quickly moved towards the stairs.
He didn’t say a word more, just peered back over his shoulder and watched her hurry on up the large, curving stairs through the manor. She saw no other people there yet, but she understood a true artist like Flynt needed his peace.
When she arrived upstairs, there was no mistaking the place he meant. There at the center of the upstairs hall was a set of double doors, old and exquisite, leading the way to what must have been his room. Then, right next to it a small, single door. It was unlocked, and she went right in.
Inside, the old colonial style room was small compared to what his must've been, but lavish and beautiful. An adjoining bathroom with a large tub awaited her, and there to her right… a locked door that could only have led directly into his room.
In all her excitement about that, she almost didn’t notice the silver tray next to the bathroom. There, a decanter with some fluid awaited her, right next to a fancy gold tin. Opening it up she found inside some pills, and knew immediately they had to be what he meant below.
She looked at them curiously, fingers roaming over them before she went to the bathtub and turned it on, letting the hot steam begin to fill the air.
It had been a long flight and she stripped down, looking at herself in the full length mirror next to the bath. Her breasts were large and capped with tight pink nipples, her stomach flat and her ass firm. She was proud of her body and smiled at it before she pulled her hair up into a bun and stepped into the steaming water.
She let it wash over her, breasts disappearing beneath the surface as she kept her hands dry.
With those, she reached towards the pills and the water. She poured herself a glass, the cool drink contrasting against the hot steam, and she held it in her mouth as she popped a pill between her lips and swallowed.
It was risky not knowing what the pill was, how she’d react, but it was thrilling at the same time. A way of learning what type of high Flynt liked.
Little did she know, though, that it wasn’t that type of pill at all.
As she bathed she swore she heard someone enter into her room, and assumed it was the help with her bags as to be expected. But by the time she was done and got out of the tub, she looked into her bedroom only to see her clothing gone and an outfit laid out for her on the bed.
Her bags were nowhere in sight, and a peek into the drawers showed nothing of her own.
She assumed it was all part of Flynt’s plans, and went to the clothes he’d laid out for her.
Outfit was perhaps being a bit generous, as it was a see-through white dress, a pair of matching high heels, and nothing else more but gold chains. A waist sized one, a neck sized one and four others that looked ankle or wrist sized.
She looked them over curiously, uncertain of what to make of it.
She didn’t yet feel any high from the drugs, though the bath had relaxed her and she felt fresh and clean. She’d shaved just before she left, and used the lotion provided so that she was soft as anything.
Even though she was accustomed to dressing sluttily the clothes provided for her made her blush, and she drew her lower lip into her mouth.
Yet there weren’t any other options, and so she pulled on the dress, amazed that her nipples were so visible from beneath it.
There was no way she could go out looking like that, especially without a bra. It felt so scandalous, the way her breasts swayed as she moved.
As the minutes ticked on and the sun began to set, though, she knew she didn’t have the luxury of time, and went towards that door that led to his room. Perhaps if she could just ask for her things...
She knocked twice, listening to see if she could hear anything from within.
It was locked to her though and she couldn't hear anything from the other side. For that matter the door to the hall was also locked, and though that should’ve made her panic she merely reasoned it had to have been for her own security. Right?
She kept herself calm, and decided to take it easy, enjoy the tropical air by the balcony. She wasn’t sure how long she sat there before the sound of music came wafting by her, sounding like it was coming from Flynt’s room next door, out the open balcony door next to hers.
She went back to the door that joined their rooms, and though her first inclination was to knock, she didn’t want to interrupt him in the middle of his performing.
So instead, she gently turned the knob to test it, and surprisingly found it unlocked.
When she opened it up, she saw his massive, spacious room, a giant four-poster bed big enough to fit a family, and then him… sat down by the window.
His vest was gone then, just the shirt on, left wide open, showing his hard, well-toned abs and pecs beneath as he played the guitar. And he looked utterly wrapped up in what he was doing, the random pieces of music from before slowly coalescing into something nearer to a song.
She leaned against the door, feeling quite the voyeur as she watched. She lost track of how long he played as she stood there in nothing more than her translucent dress, the rest of her outfit still resting upon her bed.
The music, as always, spoke to her soul. It touched her in such a deep and meaningful way, and she slumped down a little, closing her eyes as she listened.
At last he stopped and put the guitar aside, casting his gaze her way as he if he knew she’d been watching all that time. His blue eyes ran up and down her figure, able to see her areolas through that white, slinky dress.
“Where’s the rest of it?” he asked curtly, his voice rough and impatient.
She started as he spoke, straightening up and glancing behind her to the door she’d just come through.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” she said nervously. “It’s just... my clothes? Where are they?” She didn’t know why she was so nervous. She’d hoped to be able to fuck him for so long, but dressing in such revealing clothing, clothing that wasn’t hers, it made her feel more uncertain.
“I gave you better clothes,” he stated bluntly. “Why the fuck would you want the other stuff back?” He sounded impatient with her, and got up from his seat, going over to one of the stands and pouring himself up a drink into a tumbler. He took a sip then looked her over, “You tellin’ me you came all the fuckin’ way out here just to get hung up about some stupid shit you brought with you?”
He was so crass, so rude, but damn he looked good. His hard body on such display, those tight jeans hugging his firm thighs, his round package, dipping low to show the dark hairs that pointed towards his manhood.
She caught herself staring as she took a step back, towards her room. She felt like such an idiot. A confused little girl, and not the badass sex bomb she pretended to be.
“Oh God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you,” she said as she went back into her room fully, reaching for one of the gold chains and wrapping the long strand about her waist.
She then repeated it along her limbs, her throat, before stepping into the heels. Though she couldn’t stop blushing, feeling so stupid in front of her crush.
When she came back into the room she found him pouring another drink. He cast a look her way, noting the gold chains back upon her.
“That’s better,” he stated a bit gruffly, leaning his tight, round ass back against the dresser behind him and sliding a hand down over his rocky abs. “Did you take the pill I left you at least?” he asked, and then very unceremoniously undid the top button of his jeans. She couldn't see anything but for the way he slid his fingers down into the gap so lewdly.
It distracted her from his question for a second and she had to force her mind free of thoughts of him unzipping his pants further. At what he’d look like. Smell like. Taste like.
She licked over her lips and forced her eyes away as she finally nodded.
“Yea, but, like, it hasn’t kicked in yet,” she said confidently. “I took it before my bath.”
“It’s not that kinda pill,” he said to her downing some more of his rum before he jerked his head in a ‘come here’ gesture. “Take ‘em twice a day while you’re here, got it?” He instructed as he looked her up and down, “Unless you want me to bring in some other fan who’s willing to have some real fun.”
“Real fun?” she asked, tilting her head to the side as she walked towards him. “What’s it, like... vitamins?” A teasing grin warped her lips as she bit down on the corner of them seductively.
“Somethin’ like that,” he said, sizing her up with such casual interest as she got up close to him. “They’re good for a woman like you,” he said of the younger woman, pulling his hand from his pants and casually reaching out to lightly squeeze her breast through her top, and sink his thumb into that fleshy mound.
She couldn’t help how broad her smile was, how thrilled she was at his touch. Sure she’d understood all the signs, of her being put in a room next to his, of being forced to dress in such revealing clothes, of being so controlled by the domineering rock star.
Feeling his hand on her, though, was completely different.
“You’re not on the pill are you?” he asked, so bluntly. “IUD? Anythin’ like that?”
He’d asked her that stuff before he invited her along, and she’d answered him then, but she figured he was being safe.
She shook her head no. She had problems with those types of birth control and always relied on condoms to keep her safe.
“Good,” he said simply, rolling his thumb over her growing nipple, teasing that stiff little nub through the thin, see-through fabric of her white dress. “Can’t stand fuckin’ broads with that stuff,” he said, finishing his drink and laying the tumbler down on the stand beside him.
Then, her rockstar crush did such a lewd thing, and he reached his free hand down, popping open another button, then another, tugging down his pants to free that thick, long cock of his. She could see immediately that it wasn’t even fully hard yet, but it was immense. Bigger than any she’d ever seen, and he was exposing it to her right before her eyes. Even the two heavy cum-laden balls beneath.
“On your knees and suck it,” he commanded her.
She wasn’t expecting it to happen like that. She didn’t know what she did expect to happen, but not that.
The God she’d worshipped for so long, the man she thought understood her soul, commanding her so forcefully.
And yet stranger still was how obedient she was about it. She’d lusted for him for so long that she couldn’t resist dropping down, staring right at his cock with such a curious hunger. Her friends would never believe her!
Her mouth opened as her hand gripped the base of his thickening shaft, holding him tight in her fingers. Her tongue poked out, tasting his masculine musk with such relish. Her cunny was throbbing so hard as she went down the length of his shaft, suckling him so eagerly.
Flynt reached out and put his hand upon her head, sinking his digits in through her hair as he began to forcibly guide her actions. His dick was so big, and as it rested along her tongue she could feel it swelling up, thicker, thicker. It soon became hard for her to fit it in her mouth! It strained her jaw just to keep going, but that forceful hand in her hair made sure she continued.
“That’s it,” he said in a low tone of voice, the husky sound of pleasure on his tongue as he spoke to her. “I didn’t fly you all this way for nothin’ after all,” he said, the tip of his cock probing her throat as he urged her on.
One look up showed his eyes struggling to stay open as she worked that thick cock of his, his chiselled abs and pecs tensed as his chest rose and fell.
She’d never been with a man so huge, and as her airways were temporarily blocked, she gripped his thigh tight, her other hand wrapping around his cock more fully. It gave her a bit more leeway so she wasn’t taking him down her throat.
And yet the idea of it made her throb excitedly, and she wriggled on the floor.
A soft moan went over his cock, her pleasured sound so deep that it vibrated his flesh, her tongue working along his veins so intently.
She worked her mouth over his dick so diligently, throwing all her excited enthusiasm into making him moan and twitch with pleasure. He still grasped her head and hair, but finally he groaned and yanked her off his long, hard cock.
“Fuck!” He cursed loudly, “Nearly made me cum, bitch. Careful what you’re fuckin’ doing.” It was confusing to see him so upset at her nearly doing exactly what she thought was her duty, but he looked down at her crossly. “Here,” he said, shoving her face in under the shaft to his two large, heavy balls. “Suck these for now.”
He was so much crasser than she’d expected and she was delighted by it. As though he had ignited a fire in her loins, and so she went to his sac and suckled it in. His heavy cock rest across her face, and she was once more surprised by its length and heft.
But she turned all that attention she’d paid his cock to his balls, lapping them up so hungrily.
The masculine taste of his loins was so intensely unique; he was all man and as that thick, meaty shaft rested over her face, she swore she felt a trill of excitement course through her. It throbbed, spurted its thick precum that she’d only moments before tasted upon her tongue, but now ran down his length and onto her face.
His girth was so hot, and pulsating with desire as she suckled and licked his two heavy balls, struggling to fit them into her mouth one at a time without grazing them with her teeth.
“That’s it,” he husked, hand still on her head as he watched her slather his sac with her tongue and saliva. “You’re not the brightest girl, but you catch on eventually,” he instructed. “I don’t want you spillin’ any of that seed in those balls until I’m good and ready to give it to you.”
His words did a dangerous thing to her, that thinly veiled threat, the questions about birth control, all swirling about in her mind.
And yet she wanted it. So badly did she want it, and she pressed her face more firmly into his sac, her tongue running across his balls so eagerly, dragging her tongue along his flesh.
A low hum went across his flesh as she squirmed, the throbbing in her loins almost too much to ignore.
He shuddered, letting his head arch back as he released a low, lewd moan, all that chiselled, hard flesh of his on display as she slathered over his balls. When his dick pulsed and spurted another jet of precum down its length he pulled her off his balls once more and looked down at her. His gaze was hard.
“Go stand up on the balcony, bend over the railing,” he instructed her, tugging her hair to guide her in the direction, though it made her teeter.
Her mind was spinning. She couldn’t believe that he was so into her, his hard behaviour only making her want to please him more. She walked as quickly as she could towards the balcony, her arms going to the railing as she leaned over, flushing as the skirt of her dress rolled up over her hips and exposed her fleshy ass.
Her blonde hair feathered over her face, hiding her blush in its golden curtain, and her feet even spread to hip width, inviting him in.
It’d been so long since she had sex, not that she lacked the opportunities.
No, she was saving herself. For him.
He strolled up behind her, staring at that ample, round ass of hers on display, and the sight of her bare cunny bared between her thighs. He swaggered on up behind her, reaching his hand out to stroke along the smooth curve of her two cheeks, then dip down, to touch that warm, wet slit below.
“You are one eager slut,” he remarked at the slickness of her cunt, that thick hard dick of his prodding her thigh as he felt her up. “Here’s the thing,” he said to her firmly, grasping the base of his dick as he walked in behind her. “That pill you took? That was some fertility drugs I had brought in just for you,” and he slapped the raw flesh of his dick to her pussy, making a wet smack in the night air. “You know why?” he asked, as if speaking to a child in need of instruction and guidance.
Her mind was reeling, and she tossed her hair over her shoulder as she looked at him, mind swimming with confusion. She may not be a kid, but she certainly couldn’t understand why he’d feed her fertility drugs, come to this island and be his little sex toy with so much risk!
Flynt looked at her with that cocky smirk, the same one he wore on stage, except now he was rubbing his raw dick along her puffy, wet slit, teasing her clit with his thick, throbbing cock.
“You’re gonna be my lil’ breeding bitch,” he informed her, and for a moment he very nearly stuck his dick right in her, nudging that broad crown against her plush nether lips.
“I’m gonna dump every load I have this trip right in your lil’ pussy. And when I’m done? You’re gonna be knocked up with my kid in your belly. You hear me?”
His voice was so firm, so resolute. There was no choice offered to her by the way he spoke, yet her mind reeled with indecision.