Jessie was near.
I reached down to stroke her clit and enjoyed the feel of
her hips riding on my fingers while her hands entwined in my hair. When she
was wet and moaning with appreciation I lifted her up and dropped her slowly
down on my cock, savouring the warmth as it engulfed me. I felt a moment of
guilt as I hadn’t stopped to put on a condom. Then abruptly put the thought
out of my head as waves of ecstasy flowed over me.
She knew how to move to perfection; keeping me on the brink
of coming for what seemed like forever. I reached up and grabbed a handful of
tit in each hand and started to rub her nipples firmly and it had the desired
effect. She started to thrust herself faster and harder on to my cock until
her head went back and a loud moan of ecstasy escaped. I grabbed her hips and
I soon followed.
Jessie was slightly out of breath and her skin had a
beautiful sheen from the sweat, “I swear you were some sort of man whore in a
previous life Marcus O’Connor. That or you have had a whole lot of practice in
this one!”
I laughed down at her and kissed her lips, “Being in the
music industry does have its perks!”
Jessie looked slightly offended and it was the closest I had
ever seen her to jealous. I kissed her firmly before whispering in her ear, “Sorry,
bad choice of words.”
As quickly as the emotion came, it was gone and the joking
Jessie was back, “Hey I don’t mind being a perk if I get access to sex like
that. All good Mackie boy!”
She jumped off my knee and headed to the shower leaving me
wondering if that was our first tiff or not. If it was and this was as bad as
it got she definitely was a keeper. I had never yet seen her take her mood out
on anyone else and the way she handled herself was one of the things that I
loved about her.
Wow did I just say love! Where did that come from? I
rationalised it away as I was talking about traits I loved, not the actual
person, and put it in a box to think about later. Much later!
Jess
The next few weeks were uneventful in terms of the concerts
all going to plan. Cam and Lance got over their colds and by the time we got
to Auckland for the last few concerts they were feeling one hundred per cent
again.
I had received three more letters by the time I reached
Auckland, each one more disgusting and graphic than the one before. What made
me uncomfortable though was how much personal information he seemed to know about
me; stuff that he would only know if he had been watching me. Whenever I went
anywhere I could feel myself scanning the crowds and it had come to the point
where I now just preferred to stay in the hotel between concerts.
Mack stayed with me as much as he could and when he was busy
he organised someone else to take his place. So I never felt scared as such;
just kind of violated if that made sense. It was really gross to think that
there was someone out there having sexually explicit thoughts about me. And it
made me start to wonder if I was being too sexy or flirty on stage and to
double guess my outfits.
Before the last concert I had dressed very demurely in a
tunic top, which was more like a sack than anything else, and one that I
usually reserved for round home wearing. Mack had taken one look before he sat
me down and said in no uncertain terms that I was to pay no heed to those
letters. I should not look at myself as if I had done anything wrong or in
some way asked for it. I had felt a lot better after that and had managed to
go on stage as normal. As soon as I started to sing I generally forgot about
them anyway.
The morning before our first Auckland concert I got another
letter. The tone had changed and was more sinister. He said he knew I was a
dirty whore and that I was sleeping with the boss. I showed Mack and the frown
on his face confirmed that I wasn’t panicking for no reason. Mack and I hardly
went anywhere together and for him to know we were an item
I reached down to stroke her clit and enjoyed the feel of
her hips riding on my fingers while her hands entwined in my hair. When she
was wet and moaning with appreciation I lifted her up and dropped her slowly
down on my cock, savouring the warmth as it engulfed me. I felt a moment of
guilt as I hadn’t stopped to put on a condom. Then abruptly put the thought
out of my head as waves of ecstasy flowed over me.
She knew how to move to perfection; keeping me on the brink
of coming for what seemed like forever. I reached up and grabbed a handful of
tit in each hand and started to rub her nipples firmly and it had the desired
effect. She started to thrust herself faster and harder on to my cock until
her head went back and a loud moan of ecstasy escaped. I grabbed her hips and
I soon followed.
Jessie was slightly out of breath and her skin had a
beautiful sheen from the sweat, “I swear you were some sort of man whore in a
previous life Marcus O’Connor. That or you have had a whole lot of practice in
this one!”
I laughed down at her and kissed her lips, “Being in the
music industry does have its perks!”
Jessie looked slightly offended and it was the closest I had
ever seen her to jealous. I kissed her firmly before whispering in her ear, “Sorry,
bad choice of words.”
As quickly as the emotion came, it was gone and the joking
Jessie was back, “Hey I don’t mind being a perk if I get access to sex like
that. All good Mackie boy!”
She jumped off my knee and headed to the shower leaving me
wondering if that was our first tiff or not. If it was and this was as bad as
it got she definitely was a keeper. I had never yet seen her take her mood out
on anyone else and the way she handled herself was one of the things that I
loved about her.
Wow did I just say love! Where did that come from? I
rationalised it away as I was talking about traits I loved, not the actual
person, and put it in a box to think about later. Much later!
Jess
The next few weeks were uneventful in terms of the concerts
all going to plan. Cam and Lance got over their colds and by the time we got
to Auckland for the last few concerts they were feeling one hundred per cent
again.
I had received three more letters by the time I reached
Auckland, each one more disgusting and graphic than the one before. What made
me uncomfortable though was how much personal information he seemed to know about
me; stuff that he would only know if he had been watching me. Whenever I went
anywhere I could feel myself scanning the crowds and it had come to the point
where I now just preferred to stay in the hotel between concerts.
Mack stayed with me as much as he could and when he was busy
he organised someone else to take his place. So I never felt scared as such;
just kind of violated if that made sense. It was really gross to think that
there was someone out there having sexually explicit thoughts about me. And it
made me start to wonder if I was being too sexy or flirty on stage and to
double guess my outfits.
Before the last concert I had dressed very demurely in a
tunic top, which was more like a sack than anything else, and one that I
usually reserved for round home wearing. Mack had taken one look before he sat
me down and said in no uncertain terms that I was to pay no heed to those
letters. I should not look at myself as if I had done anything wrong or in
some way asked for it. I had felt a lot better after that and had managed to
go on stage as normal. As soon as I started to sing I generally forgot about
them anyway.
The morning before our first Auckland concert I got another
letter. The tone had changed and was more sinister. He said he knew I was a
dirty whore and that I was sleeping with the boss. I showed Mack and the frown
on his face confirmed that I wasn’t panicking for no reason. Mack and I hardly
went anywhere together and for him to know we were an item
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