by Rosanna Cole
ROCK STAR GROUPIE
PART 1
By Rosanna Cole
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
ROCK STAR GROUPIE
PART 1
Copyright © 2013 by Rosanna Cole
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ROCK STAR GROUPIE (Part 1)
Allison Williams pursed her lips, while she mulled over an invitation. She’d gotten selective about the rock scene, due to some recent disappointments. But, she still responded positively to her dearest friend’s request.
“Sure, Paul. Of course, I’ll be there! I can’t wait to meet them! Thanks for letting me know.”
“No problem, Ali. We always love having you around backstage. You’re lots of fun. I just hope you’ll find what you really want…for once.”
“Me too…” she mumbled.
Ali sighed wistfully, she let out a little moan, and her gorgeous face frowned as she hung up the phone. Another waste of her valuable time? Ali certainly hoped not. This band sounded interesting, so she’d give them a try. Five brand new men. Perhaps one of them would finally be able to light her fire…to give her what she’d craved and desired for months.
An arched blonde eyebrow lifted, her bright blue eyes glowed. Ali’s frown disappeared, once she’d considered all of the possible perks her quest could bring. She gave a wide grin and Ali squealed at the thought. Oh, yes! She couldn’t wait! The benefits would be great. And the one missing piece that she’d been searching for…aching for…that lovely, lusty, long lasting stud might be just around the corner. She decided to be more optimistic about this next band’s future prospects, and she made a quick, skipping, bee line towards her spacious walk-in closet.
Now, she only needed to pick the perfect skimpy outfit…something that would turn them on. A couple of tiny little garments that would let her show off just about every single bare inch of her sexy assets, which was always fun for her. Ali knew she had the goods. She definitely knew how to dress for success. And Ali also knew all of the best ways to tease and please, while she was naked, bent over, or on her knees, since she’d had plenty of practice with the bands.
Ali was a beautiful blonde groupie with very large breasts and a nice round ass, and she loved fucking rock stars. She admired how those wild rock guys were always hot and hard and ready to get her off with their big thick cocks. Ali had contacts at a local radio station, so she got to meet all of the top bands that came to town. Thanks to having many close friends in the Los Angeles area music business, Ali could fulfill her favorite rock star fantasies whenever she wanted.
The hottest stars in the rock n’ roll world were right within her reach, since Ali’s influential friends constantly offered her VIP passes, free concert tickets, and best of all, those coveted backstage arrangements. She couldn’t have asked for a better situation. For a dedicated serious rock music fan, Ali seemed to have it made. And in fact, she did, except for one small glitch.
Ali’s only annoying problem was that none of the guys she’d met in the bands were big enough to completely satisfy her. Not so far anyway. It wasn’t a total loss for her though, since Ali almost always reached a nice fast orgasm with those handsome horny rock stars, at least one delightful time per night. But, none of the musicians had totally filled her up the way Ali liked to be stuffed to the hilt, balls deep and fucked really hard until she screamed out loud.
All of the cute rockers lacked what Ali wanted. And every single time Ali had partied with a band, she’d ended up disappointed. After she finished fucking her chosen rock stars of the night, Ali would have to go home and play with one of her big 10 inch dildos or use her vibrating toys to complete the job and get herself one hundred percent satisfied. So, that was a little frustrating for Ali. Yet, she still had a lot of fun on those concert nights.
Ali loved to party. And she enjoyed hearing the fantastic rock music, too. The cool sounds of the electric guitars and seeing the famous rock singers perform on stage made Ali all excited and aroused. She usually sat in the front row or she stood directly in front of the stage, and Ali got really wet from watching the good looking lead singers do their thing, right in front of her. The drums, the bass, the lights, the crowd, and the loud thumping music made her want to have sex with those rock gods right away. It was the best form of foreplay. So she couldn’t complain.
Along with her numerous musical escapades, Ali managed to maintain excellent grades in her college classes. She was only in her sophomore year, but quite responsible when it came to academics. She studied about as hard as she partied, and Ali always spent time with her family and friends. Ali juggled those concurrent activities with skill, though she often rushed around to complete everything, so she could go out to shows in the evening. Her days were an active whirlwind, her nights…a rock n’ roll dream.
Needless to say, Ali’s non-stop life was never mundane, and the constant, late night musical activities kept her happy, busy, and entertained. Her present schedule was jam-packed with events, and she had ongoing plans to meet more rock stars in the future, so those continuous efforts created endless opportunities for her intimate amusement.
Between all of the bands that she got naked with after concerts, all of the big hard cocks that she so often sucked, and getting off a lot with all of those lucky guys that Ali allowed to fuck her hard for a really long time and stretch her small tight pussy, Ali had plenty of hot sex on a regular basis. Other groupies that she ran into during her various amorous backstage adventures were usually very jealous and envious of Ali, because she gave the best head and because the famous lead singers always wanted to fuck her first.
Yet Ali held legitimate appeal. People really liked her, not only for her exquisite face with those big blue eyes and her full red lips, her long dark blonde hair, her perfect curvy body and sexy ways, but also for her cheerful upbeat bubbly personality. Many of the stars would call her just to chat, take her out to dinner, or go shopping with Ali to buy her expensive presents. Ali and the rockers shared a sincere mutual admiration for one another. She had acquired a certain status amongst them, and Ali took great pride in her popularity with the bands.
So the fondness went both ways, and Ali wasn’t shy at all when she expressed her own end, she openly displayed her exceptional personal brand of heartfelt appreciation for her favorite performers. As a salute…an intimate tribute, she loved to stroke their cocks, lick their balls, and go down on them.
Ali was bold, nimble, and very well known for those particular acts…she had honed her amazing abilities to the max. And Ali was glad that she had mastered such incredible sucking and licking techniques so she could get them high, drain them dry, and be sure to make the famous rock musicians satisfied with her great, one-of-a-kind, unforgettable oral sex.
Ali possessed a vacuum cleaner mouth. And her full thick lips were a work of art. She wielded her soft wet kisses, perfect slick tongue flicks, and the strong swallowing pulls of her agile adept oral capabilities without mercy and she suctioned out every single drop of delicious cum from the rockers’ big stiff cocks. That was her forte, Ali blew their minds. And they often got so intensely excited that the rock stars would sometimes become quite wild.
But, Ali always kept her cool with them, she rose to the occasion, and she excelled during those out of control moments when a horny lead singer shoved his dick down her throat. Whenever that
occurred, Ali didn’t panic. She simply stayed relaxed. She wrapped her smooth flexible long pink tongue around the thick thrusting hard cock in her mouth, Ali drew in her cheeks around him and she sucked his dick down towards her esophagus, with no problem. Ali never gagged and she could take a really deep throat fuck all the way to the end.
Her skills made the rock stars ejaculate fast and their awesome hot streams of cum erupted, flooded, surged and gushed out with powerful large bursts. Then, their rich highly heated semen geysers and plush pulsating pleasure rockets splashed and splattered upon Ali’s warm waiting slippery palate. But, Ali didn’t mind at all when their forceful spurts of cum sprayed inside her mouth. She actually enjoyed that heady experience…and Ali felt honored throughout the entire delightful course of sampling their delicious steamy seed, savoring their flavor, once she’d caused the men to climax strong and hard.
She loved to hear the sounds of the rock stars’ groans and grunts, she liked to watch them sweat and moan. And it turned Ali on when she felt them shiver and stuff and thrust their greedy rigid cocks all the way down her delicate throat towards her tonsils, and when they’d grind their horny pumping hips against her soft full glossy red lips. After she’d gotten their cocks covered with slick saliva, engorged between her cheeks, stiff and stimulated to a solid rock hard, and going faster and deeper inside her wet mouth, Ali always gave her guys subtle signs of encouragement to continue on.
Very often, Ali would gently tease them, squeeze and stroke, softly caress their big ridged balls with her smooth warm fingers, once their bulging testicles began to lightly tighten up…and the sensitized, titillated, heavily-loaded scrotal sacs got set to eject, ready to spurt and spew, primed with passion, and energetically prepared to spill their entire contents near the end. At those many lovely times, Ali knew the signs and she could tell when a cock was just about to explode on her tongue. Perceiving what was coming, her pussy ached and throbbed, Ali was hot, sloppy wet and eager to fuck…she felt so much pleasure and she’d almost cum herself, whenever she would send another musician over the edge.
And she especially delighted in that last final moment of lusty culmination…when their cum burst forward…when Ali fully expected to get her flicking licking slurping tongue totally coated, flooded, covered and sticky within the next few seconds.
Ali almost never backed off, asked them to stop, or withdrew her sucking mouth from the heads of their big erections. So the rockers usually deposited very large amounts of luscious delectable semen from their thrusting hard cocks, right into the middle of Ali’s warm moist slippery throat. And whenever someone shot their colossal thick wad of cum directly inside her mouth, Ali always swallowed their salty load down. To her that was the best part of all.
By the end of a long party she could sense the interior damage, Ali’s whole mouth tingled from sucking hard cocks, her swollen throat stung from strong deep thrusts and her battered tongue tasted like fresh male cum. But such severe repercussions thrilled her to the core, the intense sinful flavors made her ready for more and feeding that odd insatiable oral fetish was part of her ultimate plan for the bands.
Ali liked it when her wet slick mouth got stuffed full of cocks from lots of different guys at one time. That way, she could examine all of their big hard dicks at once…and Ali would then choose the best of the pack, the largest strongest erections available in the group, to fill up her slippery pussy, later on in the night.
So the obsession remained, despite those occasional slight discomforts, which Ali actually enjoyed. Her eventual pleasure was worth the pain and Ali’s oral excesses were never in vain. There was a method to her madness that worked out well for both sides. Ali could see, without a doubt, what she’d be getting for her fun. And the bands got a lucky chance to test drive her talented mouth. It was a win-win situation…for everyone concerned.
And along with her large private collection of vibrators and toys, Ali felt that she had a pretty good sex life, though it wasn’t completely perfect yet, at this point. She didn’t even need a boyfriend at the moment. Why bother? She got laid as much as she wanted and Ali liked having her total freedom. Plus, she found regular guys boring. They couldn’t do anything for her. She was totally hooked on rock stars…if she could only find the one with a monster killer cock. Ali would love that!
However, her excited high hopes were dashed, two nights after Paul’s encouraging phone call. Ali mingled backstage on the evening of the concert, exactly as she’d planned. She had gone all out with her appearance and attire. Ali looked gorgeous.
But, frustration reigned supreme again, when the latest band she’d been invited to meet turned out to be a dud. None of those guys appealed to Ali and they were more interested in hard drugs than hot sex. Another inadequate mismatch, just as she’d feared.
Paul consoled Ali all the way home, after that show, and he promised to help her find higher caliber rock stars the next time, via the grape vine. Paul swore that he’d use each of his contacts to locate someone more suitable for her, in the future. Ali’s patience was sorely tested. Once again, she would have to wait. Her disappointments were mounting, yet Ali still shrugged it off.
She knew he was out there somewhere, so Ali refused to give up her diligent search for that elusive well-hung rocker stud. She stayed focused and determined on her personal quest to eventually discover the huge rock hard dick that she wanted. Ali kept asking questions about all of the top bands, following their tour schedules and checking around for pertinent facts about them. Most of her best girlfriends also loved to fuck rock stars and they often traded notes about who had what, so Ali wouldn’t waste her time with the teeny weenies.
After several long months of hanging with different bands and going to lots of late night orgies where she fucked and sucked until the wee hours of the morning, Ali still hadn’t found the right guy. Her friends’ hints and suggestions had failed miserably so far…not one of the musicians she’d met was comparable to what she wanted. She had become somewhat discouraged. And in the back of her mind, Ali had started to doubt that such a fantastic, totally virile, superbly gifted man even existed on this planet, because she’d suffered so many false alarms.
Things were starting to look a little bleak for Ali. And a creeping sadness had begun to weigh her down. The outcome of her search appeared hopeless. But then she received another timely, important phone call, from her close friend Paul, who worked as the events manager of a local rock radio station.
“Hello?” she whispered. Ali answered the phone in a slightly sullen hushed tone, which was extremely unusual for her.
The young man on the other end noticed the sad sound right away. And he responded to her bad mood with deep concern, “Hey, it’s Paul. What’s wrong, Ali? You sound funny today. Are you sick or something?”
“No! I’m not sick, Paul. I’m just horny and bored! I’ve been hitting the books hard all day. Now, I’m tired of studying for finals. And there’s no one around to play with,” she complained.
“Oh…okay. Why don’t you call what’s-his-face? That new singer you met? I thought you liked him. And he lives in L.A. Doesn’t he? At least, that one has potential. Right?”
“Yeah…he’s pretty big. But, I can’t call Devin. He’s on tour…in London, so he’s unavailable for a while.”
“Sorry to hear that, Ali. So you’re high and dry, for once. Want me to come over there and lick it for you?”
Ali laughed. “Thanks for the offer. But, what about your boyfriend? Won’t he get mad, Paul?”
“Don’t worry about him. I think he’ll understand, if I help out a good friend in need,” Paul joked.
“No, he won’t. Bad idea! And you should know better than that, you naughty boy!” Ali giggled, “Well…at least, you made me laugh. I needed that. Now, what’s going on?”
“I’ll tell you in a minute. But, before we get into the reason why I called…is there anything else that’s bothering you, Ali?”
She frowned and then confessed,
“This is the day my parents got divorced, eight years ago.” Ali sighed. “I still can’t help feeling down about it sometimes.”
“Have you heard from your father lately?”
“Nope. He’s still too busy chasing after girls half his own age, to be bothered with me or my Mom. But, he makes sure there’s money in my trust fund…”
Paul winced. “Well, that’s something…he’s not totally irresponsible. Maybe he’ll come around. Or change his mind one day.”
“I doubt it. But, at least he takes care of everything else. We’re pretty much set financially. And Mom doesn’t have to worry about money at all. The future looks pretty good for us…except for her broken heart. She’s in therapy twice a week, and she’s still depressed.”
“She hasn’t gotten better?”
“No. She’s about the same…maybe even a little worse.”
“Damn! Life sure sucks sometimes.”
“Doesn’t it? Paul, I swear…I will never get married! Or have any kids either. It never works out. Never! I refuse to be tied down like that, when they always leave you in the end.”