Star Performance
Some days Iíd wake up and not even be sure what city I was in. Thatís
not so unusual when you tour with a rock and roll band, but as tour manager
it was my job to know. It was my job to know lots of things, the hotels,
the arenas, the caterers, the VIP list, the police department, and the
security staff and, on unpleasant occasions, the people who could do us
special favors. I usually knew what time the sound checks were at every
place we played. But, as I learned, sometimes an occasional fuckup can
be just what you needed.
I was buried in shit that morning. The hotel in Cleveland had cancelled
our reservations because our lead guitarist had trashed his room the last
time he stayed there. The Chicago caterer was having trouble finding the
exotic fish our prima donna lead singer insisted she had to eat each Friday
on her weird diet. To top it all off, Iíd just found out that our drummer
was getting hit with a paternity suit from some kid who allegedly fucked
him last time we were in Buffalo. It was only a little after noon and
my head was spinning. Maybe thatís why I thought we had a noon sound check
today. Iíd already decided to blow it off, if they needed me theyíd call.
They always did, day or night.
When weíd check into a hotel, Iíd always get a key for each room. In
this biz, you got to be able to raise the dead, the comatose, and the
brain-fried. I wonít even go into the room trashings and other horror
shows that keep me running all hours of the night. Letís just say, I need
a key to each tour memberís room so that I can get things fixed before
they get out of hand. I shuffled through they key cards as I reviewed
my to-do list. There was a fistful of promo material for our lead singer.
I decided Iíd start by dropping it off in her room. Little did I know
how that decision was going to fuck up my schedule.
I was just about to drop the material on a table in her suite when I
heard the moaning. My first reaction was panic. Why the hell wasnít she
at the sound check was she sick, severely hung over, or worse? I hurried
toward her bedroom and then came to a screeching halt. Sound check in
Buffalo was two. Cleveland was noon! Then I saw the wall-to-wall mirror
in her bedroom. I was staring at one of the most famous butts in show
business and it was naked. The blonde owner of that incredible butt had
her head buried between the legs of a redheaded woman; at least I prayed
she was a woman. She had small tits with pink nipples. They were standing
firm on her chest, her nipples were hard. Her face was contorted with
lust. I couldnít guess her age. Her knees were up, her feet planted on
the bed. The long, shapely legs gave me hope that she was legal. A weird
thought ran through my head, Tuesdayís diet must call for pussy. If so,
our star was certainly enjoying the meal. Her famous pear shaped tush
was rotating and grinding, her brown-fringed pussy peeked from between
her ass cheeks. I wasnít surprised by the color of her pubes. Iíd known
her since she was a brunette. I knew she was bi-sexual, Iíd just never
seen her eat pussy before. From the thrusting hips and passionate moans
of the redhead, it seemed like she was doing a pretty good job.
I realized that if the redhead looked into the mirror she might see me
but, at the moment, her eyes were closed and her head thrown back on the
pillow. I decided to take the chance. Groupies who stumbled into the rock
world quickly discovered our world worked on different rules. When her
idol pulled out the double-headed dildo, her eyes were focused on about
eighteen inches of cock shaped rubber. I did my best to blend into the
furniture. This I had to see.
YOUNG TEENS ARE GOING FOR IT ALL THE TIME
THEY LOVE FUCKING AS HARD AND FAST AS POSSIBLE
They sat facing each other on the big bed with their legs spread. I was
now seeing them both in profile. My singerís 36Ds made the redheadís small
tits look even smaller but her face gave me hope that she was over eighteen.
Maybe not much over eighteen but close enough that werenít going to be
run out of town on a rail and chased by lawyers. With that worry off my
mind, I could settle back and enjoy the sight of our star gently inserting
one end of the dildo into a cunt that half the teenage boys in America
had probably thought about while they were masturbating. The redhead slid
the other end into her pussy and then slid forward to hug her new friend.
The ìblondeî also slid forward, driving the dildo a little deeper inside
her and returning the hug. They kissed passionately while gently rocking
the dildo between them. Their hands began exploring each otherís bodies,
caressing tits, rubbing backs and asses, feeling each otherís smooth warm
skin while the dildo worked itís way deeper inside both of them and their
hips began to grind and thrust. They held the kiss for several minutes.
They were matching each other stroke for stroke, pushing each other with
deeper thrusts. The slippery toy was obviously working itís magic inside
them, the room was filled with the sweet sound of heavy breathing women
passionately groaning. They must have each taken the dildo deep because
I could sometimes hear their bodies slap together.
I rubbed my hard cock through my tight jeans. They were bear hugging
each other, their sweaty tits plastered together. Each had her head draped
over the otherís shoulder. They were pounding their pubes together, sliding
on the dildo buried deep inside their cunts, fucking hard and crying out
to each other to fuck even harder. Their long, shapely well-muscled legs
were thrashing on the bed, as their pelvises became pistons in a machine
powered by hot female lust. I heard the famous voice moaning and gasping
as she cried out.
ìOh, God, Iím gonna, gotta, fuck, oh fuck...î
ìGo for it,î the redhead panted, ìIím with you, fucking you, fuck me,
Ohhh...î
Their combined cries of passion became groaning gibberish as they thrust
their cunts together and pushed the dildo deep into their spastic pussies.
Wave after wave seemed to hit them with orgasmic power. Their naked bodies
were trembling with the force of the spasms inside them.
I backed toward the door and quietly let myself out. I figured I probably
had enough time to masturbate, shower and change before the band headed
off for the sound check. I didnít need to hear them play. Iíd already
witnessed two star performances today.
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