Java Lust Rock N Roll Style

This story is fiction:

My name is Kelly, and to simply put it, I’m a Valley Girl. I’m the poster child of the typical LA blonde. From my 34C no tan lined chest to the designer clothes I only where once. So now that you know me, it’s time to know me better.

It was a hot summer morning in Beverly Hills as I had just paid for my over priced coffee. Wearing my short black skirt, heels, and white tube top, I was ready for a day of shopping. I was just leaving when I collided with somebody coming through the doorway. "Mother-Fucker!" I said, spilling hot coffee all down the front of me. 

It was my fault. I knew it. I shouldn’t have been looking for my keys and walking with my drink in the first place. As I looked up I saw the god that stood before me. It’s a famous Rock and Roll star that we’ll call TL.

He was so beautiful, the tattoos that covered his arms, those eyes. He was so nice to me, apologetic, rushing for napkins. I didn’t know what to say so I did what any girl would do… let him talk. Maybe he thought I would sue him, after all it was LA. 

I couldn’t take my eyes off his face. I’d never seen a man this gorgeous in my life. I could feel my juices dripping through my panties to give you an idea of how turned on I was. Though it might have been the coffee. No, it was my lust for him, believe me. 

I went to the ladies room to clean up. About five minutes later I heard a little tapping at the door. I unlocked the door and in walked TL with two coffees. I thanked him as I tried not to grin like a little schoolgirl. He locked the door behind him and pulled a smoke out lighting it. He kept apologizing for the accident then proceeded to ask me if I thought the stain would come out. 

As he stood there eyeing me I knew what he wanted. He began moving closer to me, tilting his head to inspect my body. He pushed me up against the sink and kissed me hard. Feeling his hands slide up my skirt and take hold my ass made me melt. He lifted me up onto the sink and moved his hand up my inner thigh. His finger began stroking my clit through my soaked panties. I moaned loud as I began to think about how many girls this guy must’ve been with. That turned me on even more, all the girls that had paid for concert tickets to get a glimpse of him, here he was about to drill me in a restroom for free.

He pushed my panties to the side and shoved one finger inside me. I bit my lip as he held my arms up above the mirror with his other hand. Our tongues would lick each other in spurts but he seemed to like watching my reaction as he continued to have his way with me. 

Slowly he slid another finger in me, then another. I opened my legs wider giving him more access. I brought my arms down and began opening his pants. His cock was rock hard. Cut, 12 inches, and beautifully shaved. I jerked him slowly as I felt one of his fingers leave my box and begin pushing up against my ass. I could hear people trying to open the door but who really cared about them. The feeling of his finger sliding in and out of my ass was something that I had never experienced. I moaned louder, bucking against his hand. He pulled his hand out of me all together and shoved his fingers in my mouth. "Suck them" He commanded. Tasting my sweet juice off his finger he slid his cock into me. He began right away to pump me hard. The sink was lose and slamming against the wall hard. Cleaning his fingers he moved them down to my soaked tube top and pulled it down, exposing my chest. 

Sucking on my nipples and thrusting his cock harder into me I began to cum, gushing on his cock. He pulled me off the sink, turned me around and put me in the spread "em" position against the sink and mirror. Thank god I wore heels today floated through my head. I had never been fucked in the ass, but I wasn’t about to say no, after all he had been with girls who were very experienced. As he slid his cock inside my ass he pulled my hair back tightly. "Ever been fucked in the ass?" He asked. "No." I told him. Gripping the sink hard as I couldn’t take it anymore and began to yell in pleasure. Cumming a second time as he invaded my ass.

He pulled his cock out and began stroking it lightly. I turned to face him, trying to catch my breath. I knew what he wanted, he didn’t have to say a word. I got on my knees and began sucking him. Playing with his balls, licking up his shaft, tonguing his piss slit, I wanted him to know I could fuck like the girls he’d been with. 

His cock throbbing in my mouth was outstanding, and then he came. Spurting load after load of hot seed in my mouth, my tongue, my lips and chin. He couldn’t stop spraying that I had a hard time swallowing it all. I savored the little cum I was able to keep and played with it in my mouth. 

He did his pants up and began writing something down. As I fixed myself up he kissed me and handed me the paper. It was a check, for a thousand dollars. In the memo he wrote dry-cleaning. As he left I heard applause from customers. The extreme erotic feeling I had from being paid to fuck a god drowned out the noise but gave me a knew mission, to become a fuck toy for men.