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Posted on 04.29.05 by Justine @ 4:45 pm
I’ve written a new story for you and this one is a request from a guy called Bob. He asked me to write a story about a female fan at a gig who gets asked backstage to meet the singer. As you can probably guess they did more than just chat… Kisses, Justine Groupie - written by Justine I took the train to Paris and arrived early, in time to make sure I could find the venue of the gig and not miss the beginning. I was so excited! My favourite band were playing and I’d never seen them in concert before, only heard their albums. I stood outside the venue waiting for the doors to open. The band were to play in a large old theatre and I stood admiring the architecture. A few other keen fans stood outside near me, glancing at their watches and occasionally wandering away then returning with drinks and other refreshments, counting the time until the gig would begin. Finally the doors were opened and we all filed in. There were quite a few people there by then and I jostled my way in amongst them, eager to be near the stage. I got to the front easily and found a good place to stand, right in the middle so I would have a good view. I stood there, gazing at the instruments and equipment on the stage - I couldn’t believe that within a few minutes my idols would walk onto this very stage and play the songs I knew so well. I glanced at my watch - not long to go now. I felt flushed and horny with the excitment of it all and tried not to catch the eye of any of the young men standing around me. I was determined to keep my pussy under control until after the gig - I didn’t want to miss a single note! Finally, the lights dimmed and there was a hushed silence from the crowd, broken only occasionally by a whistle or an excited shout. The stage lights came on and the band walked on - the crowd erupted in an explosion of adoration and I practically wet myself at seeing the lead singer. I had a real crush on him and couldn’t believe he was standing there right in front of me! I gazed up at him as he did up his guitar strap and I could have sworn he looked right at me and smiled. Just my imagination, I’m sure, or wishful thinking… The gig began and I was swept along in an hour-long performance of all my favourite songs. It was so good - better than I could have imagined. I found the whole thing such a turn-on that I could feel a big wet patch in my panties where my pussy was getting dripping wet. Now I understood why groupies threw their pantuies on stage of therir idols - I was quite tempted. As I was thinking this, I looked up and caught the singer’s eye and we held each other’s gaze for several moments. It wasn’t my imagination! He fancied me! I couldn’t believe it - this was dream come true! I decided to have some fun and next time he looked over at me, I brought my hand up and softly stroked me hard little nipples through the thin material of my dress. He watched me transfixed and forgot the lyrics to the song he was singing for an instant. He continued watching me, so I licked my lips seductively and let my hands run down my body to touch my soaking pussy through my dress. He grinned at me, then turned away for the last chord of the song. I watched him and imagined everything I’d like to do to him… The next moment, he was back at his mike, announcing he was going to take a quick break while the band did a couple of numbers on their own. He then strode from the stage and the rest of the band launched into an instrumental. I was really disappointed as I thought I was just beginning to get somewhere with the singer and might even have been able to seduce him. As I was pondering this, I felt a hand on my arm and turned to see a huge security guy next to me. “Come with me please, Miss” he said gruffly, “You have to leave the front of the stage I’m afraid.” I wriggled and tried to protest - I’d done nothing wrong and didn’t want to miss the rest of the gig. The security guard appeared not to hear me and dragged me through a door next to the stage. I half-fell down a small flight of stairs, was pushed through a door and found myself in a small sitting room. And there on the sofa was the lead singer of the band, smiling at me. “Come here,” he said, beckoning to me, “We’ve got about six minutes before I have to be back on stage.” I launched myself at him, my pussy aching for him, and we kissed passionately. Then, realising I didn’t have very long, I dropped to my knees and unzipped his jeans, releasing his erection. His cock was beautiful, more beautiful than I could have imagined, and I sank my warm wet mouth straight down over it, savouring the taste and the feel of his stiffness in the back of my throat. I was so turned-on by now that I stuffed my hand between my legs and wanked myself furiously as I sucked on this glorious cock. I lifted my gaze and fixed my eyes on the singer’s face as I sucked and wanked. It really was him - and I was on my knees sucking him off! It was unbelievable! I grunted with the first wave of my orgasm as I worshipped his cock with my mouth and my whole being. He opened his eyes and stared fixedly at me and I knew he was close to coming. My orgasm swept me away as I finger-fucked my pussy and sucked cock for all I was worth.. I slowed my mouth and tongue on his cock, determined to enjoy this moment and not let it end too soon. He groaned with anticipation of his orgasm and I took his cock in my hands, letting my lips and tongue run over and over the tip, teasing him to right to the edge of orgasm. Our eyes met again as I felt his cock throbbing against my lips in a pre-orgasmic wave and I stroked him and licked him until he could take no more. His back arched, his head thrown back in ecstacy as wad after thick wad of hot cum sprayed into my face and hair. My body convulsed as I shared in his ecstacy, the spunk running down my face in rivulets. This was bliss - this was heaven on earth and I savoured the last few spasms of his orgasm and drank the final drops of cum straight from his cock. He gazed down at me and stroked my head. “Wow,” he said, breathless, “That was mind-blowing! I have to stagger back on stage now, but come and have a drink with me after the gig.” I grinned up at him and shook my head “I’ve already had the only drink I enjoy” I wiped my face and hair with my hands and licked up all his cum while he watched with a quizzical look. Then I kissed him on the lips and headed back towards the main hall. I glanced back and saw him hurrying up some stairs, straightening his clothes as he went. The next time I saw him, I was back in the crowd and he was back on stage playing and singing as if nothing had happened. It couldn’t have been a more perfect gig! Written by Justine from http://www.JustinesBedroom.com Filed under: Facial Comments: None |


