Sin Delicious

Chapter One-3

He is speeding up and I think he is going for the finish. Instead he gives one final big thrust and stays squashed against her, grinding into her backside as she gasps. Then he slowly withdraws and steers her around, lifting her effortlessly and plonking her atop the mini bar she was just leaning against. In this moment he seems almost heroic. She smiles and opens wide and he seamlessly slides back into her, going all the way in until their crotches meet. It is her turn to wriggle and writhe against him, using the crush to stimulate parts he had yet to reach. The bliss is immediately evident, trembling through her body as she screws up her eyes and bites her lip. Her hands come down to hold his tautened backside in place, keeping him close. She bucks and grinds against him whilst he fills her. I know she will be drenching him.

I squeeze off another frame of him pressed to her, focussing on his hindquarters and her heels dug into the backs of his thighs. It is just an instant of their passion that can only hint at the hot straining rigidity of his c**k inside her, and the shivering bliss coursing through her body. He is patient and happy to let her take this pleasure, even though his own lust must be more than ready to spill. He holds her and stays silent and motionless. It looks almost tender, despite the fact that his pants are still round his knees in a reminder of their dirty urgency. This indeed is relatively ‘normal’ s*x compared to all that I’ve witnessed over the weeks – if you discount it being done in front of spectators. The blonde has no idea what levels of filth she could have gotten herself into here, though who knows if she would have welcomed it? You can see in her face this is a fantasy fulfilled for her, so maybe she is luckier than she knows.

I feel a sudden pang inside. It’s not quite jealousy but it is near enough. I wish I had her freedom, her blissful ignorance. If I didn’t know what Russell was like outside of s*x he would be so much more appealing. She doesn’t have these complications. Sometimes it astounds me what indignities these groupies will perform just to immerse themselves briefly in the depraved world of rock. One cannot believe there are so many young women willing to demean themselves in such a manner. Yet think more deeply and you see the attraction. They go anonymously into an environment of excess that must be seen to be believed. They can party as hard as they like, act with complete abandon without explanation or excuse, and then slip away again without anyone even noticing they have gone. And all of it is for free.

There doesn’t have to be any conversation, any ties, or any regrets. They can live out their naughtiest dreams and no one will even care what their name is or where they come from. This scene can be so surreal you might assume it could only be made up by your dirty imagination. But this is a fantasy made solid, a moment of blissful rudeness actually performed, a genuine memory to get you hot forever – and no one in the ‘real world’ need ever know a thing about it. If you fantasise about being used by rough, muscular, egotistical men who don’t give a s**t about you, about being passed between them, about being made to perform filthy acts with similar young girls, then you can have all this come true and much, much more. Assuming you can avoid alcohol poisoning, catching some nasty disease, or dying from a massive drug overdose, the worst thing that can happen is that you bag yourself a rock star.

So maybe this blonde – who has already had at least one delicious orgasm and now seems to be having more as he starts to slap hard in and out of her once again – maybe she is a slut, but then perhaps she is only a being a slut for the day. Most probably she will climb back out of that bathroom window having had one of her fantasies come true. She will go off smiling after a wonderful time with a physically exciting, big-c****d drummer of a heavy metal band, without having to find out what a gargantuan jerk he really is. It will be a memory to hold dear and keep her warm at night, and maybe only the closest of her friends will ever know what a naughty, filthy little girl she has been.

The sound of him f*****g her hard is driving me to distraction. He had better come soon or I am going to be in trouble. His arse looks fabulous driving back and forth. This is when men look most powerful. Her face reveals that her climax is ongoing, a long drawn-out pleasure rather than a hard single hit. Her eyes are shut but not tightly, her mouth is open and wet, the cheeks flushed. I know before he spurts that he is going to do it inside her. He isn’t famous enough yet to care about being served with million-dollar paternity suits. He is still at the level whereby he can let the girls worry about the STDs and the unwanted pregnancies.

His pace reaches a crescendo and then he suddenly stops hard against her, letting out a curse as he does so. It is thankfully the only word he has said throughout his whole performance. She beams at the heat of his spray inside her and grips him tightly. She is one happy groupie. They stay like this as he empties into her, each clench of his buttocks signifying another spurt. His shoulders drop from the exertion and her hands slip down his back to playfully squeeze his behind. They touch foreheads and grin at each other and for one moment I think they are going to kiss. Instead he slides out of her, giving her one last shiver, and he reaches down to drag his leathers back up. He pulls his T-shirt back on and she sits there smiling with eyes glazed and his seed seeping from her. He then turns his back to her and reaches for the cigarettes on the low table. She is young and pretty and sexier than any girl he could have got if he wasn’t on this tour, but that is the last he will see of her.

“I need whisky and pizza,” he declares, already heading out. “If you girls are going to have a p***y-munching session then go do it in your own room, not mine.”

The blonde looks at us as if the idea appeals.

“You have coke?” she asks.

And there, encapsulated, is this wonderful, weird world I’m living in of s*x and drugs and rock ‘n’ roll.