Janis Joplin once said that the hardest thing about her job was making love to 500 000 people and then going home alone. Ah and how true she is. Unless you're a lesbian and a rock musician. Then you have lesbian groupies who would give their right tit to sleep with you and I'd never want someone to give up an appendage just for sex. That would be so very mean.
That is what I am. A rock musician. It's not too glamorous but my God it's the most thrilling fucking job on earth! It's not a job: it's more like masturbation, or at least it is for me. When I'm on stage and there are all those faces staring at me, listening to me, feeling me, I can get off right on the spot. Maybe that's why people support the band- The audience can smell my pheromones at the back of the club.
We're a hard rock lesbian band, which means we have hard rock lesbian fans, which means we have a lot of fans because lots of lesbians love hard rock, which means we have lots of lesbian hard rock groupies which means we have lots of lesbian hard rock sex! And what would be the point of rock (or anything for that matter) if you weren't doing it for the babes!
But there are differences in the type of lesbian groupie one gets. You see in order to appeal to the mass audience we want, I being the front man, have to appeal to all types of audience. That means I have to be boyish to attract the girls, butchy to attract whoever likes a butch, and femme to attract the butchies (the list could go on and on but I have to narrow it down to the basics for my hung over brain).
The butchies are the best kind of groupies. They find themselves a quiet corner where they think you can't see them and they quietly sit and blissfully stare at you in awe. They never speak to you or even come within five feet of you after a show. They don't want you to spoil their already created idol in their wonderfully imaginative heads. To them, I'm not human- this means I don't wee, I don't fart, I don't get indigestion, I don't have any icky human qualities. If they found out I did, their idol would deteriorate and their hearts would shatter. And personally, I want to remain their idol. So I hardly communicate with my gorgeously shy, excitingly creepy, voyeuristic butch fans. They stare, I flaunt- it's pure chemistry.
The femmes are another story. They are difficult. They are difficult because they are sexy, forward, and untameable and they know it! Unfortunately I have an untameable weakness for them. The straighter they look, the weaker I get. When I perform, it's them in the front dancing and whispering in each other's ears. Probably about me.it's either paranoia or conceitedness that makes me think this. I'm hoping it's conceitedness. At the end of the show when my band and our pals are at the bar getting a round of whatever (probably Heineken- which self respecting dyke doesn't drink Heineken?), it's the femmes that stand 2 feet away making obvious bets at who is going to talk first. Then the ball drops (if I had any this would also be literal). And one of them approaches so confidently I usually can't breathe. I'm a rock star remember-confident on stage, wussy off stage.
"Hi Sky. Hehe.it rhymes! So, me and my friend over there were just wandering if pearl, the girl you sing about in "rooftop lust", really exists?" At this point I look at her and her friend and ask myself the usual questions: Are you attractive? Do you look like you have a smelly Vagina? If I take you back to my place are you going to knock me off and steal my Hi-Fi? Do you seem like the clingy type? If the answer is yes to the first question and no for the rest I will reply: "No. actually. I'm sorry your name is?" "Oh! Hehe. I'm Natalia and this is Antonia". And I will smile and thank god for foreign names. "well, Natalia and Antonia, the real meaning behind Pearl is actually hidden. You think it's a woman, A lover. but it's not. When I sing about my relationship with Pearl, I'm singing about my relationship with that amazing bud that exists in a woman's cunt. It is a pearl and her cunt is an oyster." I say this all with a dead serious look on my face. The truth is Pearl is an ex girlfriend and the song is about making out on the roof top of my old high school but when such attractive girls ask me about pearl, do I really want to tell the truth? By now I can see their cheeks getting pink and their lips are dry. Antonia asks "so when you say.sorry, hehe, I mean sing that `no one can detach me from this feeling, it's so healing to be dealing with such beauty'.?" "Yes", I reply, "I do find it remarkably healing. There is nothing in this world that is more healing then going down on a woman. They say food is a source of comfort. I eat women. And there is nothing more beautiful then a woman's pussy."
They giggle and blush and I know I'm getting close to home base. But I had promised myself that I wasn't going to sleep around with fans anymore- I run the risk of breaking their hearts and losing them as fans. Or I run the risk of disappointing them in bed and losing them as fans. Or I run the risk of pleasuring them too much in bed and losing them as fans and gaining stalkers instead (paranoia/ conceitedness? You choose.). But when there are two femmes (remember. Weakness.) standing in front of you and flirting in the most delectable twirl-the straw- with-her-tongue style, and the one is wearing a Burberry mini skirt ( skirts are the death of me), and the other is wearing an off the shoulder top (shoulders are one of my many fetishes. They so round and shiny), what are my options? I can say sorry girls but I have this really good Winterson book that I would like to finish tonight, the plot is coming to a climax. Go home, read the book. Go to sleep, have a wet dream of what could have happened and wake up depressed. OR I go in for the kill, play the game right and take two femmes home to fuck until dawn. Wake up wet not having to have had any dreams. Hmmm.which one?
"So girls. Would you like to come back to my place for a private, very exclusive party?" They look at each other. Smile. Nod. And simultaneously say "Sure!"
I say good- bye to my friends and the band. Joey (the drummer) smirks and tells me to behave. I say "God forbid". We leave the club and make our way to my truck. A big black pick up truck that I drive so I can carry the bands equipment. I can tell by the way the girls are walking that they are a little on the drunk side. No worries, the less inhibition; the more fun. "that's a big black car!" Says Antonia with an edible, naughty grin. "a lot of things I own are big and black", I retort. "are we going to see them?" asks Natalia. "Maybe maybe. If you're both good girls and on your best behaviour." "and if we're not?." Antonia asks. "I own big black things that may hurt when they come into contact with certain surface areas" I cheekily reply. They giggle. It's brilliant.
We get to my apartment and they stumble inside. I offer them wine, they accept. We chill in the T.V room and sip on wine and talk some shit. I would never be able to remember I wasn't concentrating on a single word they were saying I was thinking which one I was going to do first, which position, you know that sort of thing. It was when Natalia started kissing Antonia's neck that things got heated. I just sat and watched. They seemed to enjoy me watching them flirt with each other, kiss each other, touch each others boobs. It was truly wonderful. But I really like being the centre of attention and I'm not usually one to sit on the sidelines and watch the game. I'm always playing it. And a game is exactly what I was going to play. "When you sluts are done, Natalia, I'll be in my room, the second door to the right. Antonia, you go into the other bedroom, first door on the right, undress and wait for me." And I sulked off to my room (I'm pretending). 2 seconds later I'm standing in my room and I feel hands round themselves around my waste. I grab both her wrists and twirl around. Natalia is in slight pain. "Do you think I'm just gonna sit there and watch you whores get it on?" I harshly question her. "No. We were doing it for you". I slap her across the face. She's shocked. "If I wanted your opinion, I'd give it to you bitch! Now take off every single piece of cloth on that body of yours except for your skirt." I sat on my bed and watched her strip obligingly. Sandles, top, bra, G-string, I watched them all fall to the floor. "Face me! I want to look at your tits." God she had amazing tits. They were perky and stared right at my face. I got up off the bed, went to her and with one finger on her stomach, I circled her body, taking in every inch. My finger gave her goose bumps and her nipples were so erect they looked like they were going to fall off. I left her standing there and went to my drawer, I then pulled out some chalk. On one of the walls I traced the outlines of each of my hands spread at a meter apart. "Come here you little slut!" She came closer and looked at my outlines on the wall curiously. "Put each hand in the outlines here". She did as she was told. "Spread your legs." She did as she was told. I stood behind her and slid my middle finger between, her thighs, between her folds, and she was dripping. "You're enjoying this you skanky little bitch." "uh huh" she replied panting. She pushed her ass outward wanting more of my hand. I took my finger away abruptly and she moaned in sadness. "Don't fucking move!" I went to the draw and got a blind- fold, a gag, and ear muffs. When I went back to the wall I gagged her first and she moaned in fear but her juices were running down her legs so I knew she was enjoying it. Before I put the blind fold on I turned her around and said: "Look at this face. Remember it. It's the face that will be doing everything to you tonight." She nodded. I blind folded her and turned her around to face the wall again and position her hands in the outlines. I then whispered in her ear, "remember this voice. It's the voice of the person that will be doing everything for you tonight. I'm going to leave you for awhile now. If you move one inch while I'm gone, I'll spank you so fucking hard that you won't be able to breathe! Nod if you understand me whore!" She nodded. "I will know if you move". I went back to the drawer and took out my video camera. I positioned it so that it was filming her. The great thing is that it's connected up to the T.V in the other bedroom. The one that Antonia's in. I leave the room.
I walk into the other bedroom to find Antonia sprawled out naked on the bed and fingering herself. "What took you so long" she asks breathless. "Stop that and I'll show you". With indignation she stops and I switch on the tellie to show her what I've done with her fiend. "Oh you beast!" she playfully cries once she sees her friend spread at a wall. "I see you have very little patience. You couldn't wait a little?" I asked. "uh uh". She says shaking her head with a guilty grin. "I think you need a lesson on patience. Get on to that bed, lie on your back and spread your arms and legs as wide as they can go." And she did it. I went to the cupboard and got ties and scarves. I tied her to all four posts of my bed and blindfolded her too. I started at her feet. I sucked her toes, I kissed her ankles and I slowly dragged my tongue along her legs. She cooed and groaned and as I got closer to her upper thighs she started lifting her pelvis up in the air searching for my tongue. So I squeezed her nipple and twisted it with all my might. She screamed with a mixture of glee and pain. "You have to learn to be patient you fucking tart! Don't lift your pelvis at me! When I want to eat that cunt I will!" "I'm sorry! I'll be patient! I'll be patient!" she shouted. I put the nipple I had been squeezing between my teeth and rolled it around. I sucked hard on it and her breathing started to quicken. I cupped the other tit in my hand and rolled that nipple between my thumb and index finger. I felt her body move upward towards mine so I bit her nipple hard and again she screamed. " Oh god! Ok. sorry! I'll be patient I promise!" So I let go. I moved my head down over her torso biting her tummy all the way down to her pelvis. Her smell was intoxicating and all I wanted to do was dive into her pussy. But patience was the name of this game. I licked the entire area around her cunt, it was moist and I could feel the heat resonating from her mound. I put either hand on either side of her hips and took the plunge. I gave her one long lick from the base of her clit to the top. She pulled on the scarves and tilted her head back shuddering with pleasure. I licked her clit in small rhythmical up and down strokes until her juices were flowing at a rapid pace. I inserted two fingers into her pussy and pumped them in and out. I changed my direction of licking and licked her clit in little circles. I had to hold her down with my other arm around her abdomen cause she was thrusting her hips with all her might. I pumped and I licked for awhile until I felt her walls spasm around my fingers and a warm gush of come all over my face. "FUCK ME! OH GOD I'M COMING! FUCK! FUCK!" I put pressure on her clit with my tongue and left my fingers inside to elongate her orgasm. She collapsed and I slid my way up back to her face. I gave her a long deep kiss and she sucked my tongue out of appreciation and love for the taste of her own juices. "Do you like the way you taste?" "mmm." "Do you want more pussy juice?" "yes!" I clenched her nipple hard enough for her to scream. "Yes PLEASE bitch!" I corrected her. "Yes! Please Sky! I need it now! Please!" So I undressed. And lowered my pussy just above her face. She stretched out her tongue in wanting. But I slapped her instead. "What did I say about patience Antonia?" "I'm sorry! I just want you so bad!" At that I lowered my pussy over her mouth and allowed her to eat me out. She was very talented. Her tongue inserted my cunt and found my G spot and there she played. It was fucking fantastic. I wanted to come right there all over her face. Just as I was about to come I pulled myself away from her. She was disappointed and upset. "Don't worry my little girl you'll get your pussy. You rest for awhile while I go teach your friend a lesson in obeying orders. You can watch it on the telly if you want." While all this was going on I did have my eye on the T.V and Natalia had moved her hands to scratch and sometimes caress her pussy. It was time to teach her a lesson.
I went into the bedroom. She didn't know I was there obviously being blind, deaf and mute at the moment she was pretty helpless. I went to the drawer and took out a big black spanker that had my initials on it in silver studs and a big black strap-on which I put on.
I went over to her and with I mighty swing, I spanked her ass! The fright and shock made her collapse to the floor. I pulled her up by the wrist and positioned her hands again where I wanted them. Having all her other senses blocked besides for touch the spank must have been even more sore for her. I spanked her again on the other ass cheek. Then I rubbed her ass, I kissed it, I licked it and breathed heavily on the skin. She moaned through her gag. I then spanked her again and again and again until the tears were rolling down her cheeks. I stretched my hand between her legs again and began to rub her cunt. She was soaked. I rubbed 2 fingers in a circular motion over her clit. Again she pushed her ass towards me. I read this as wanting more insertion. So I went back to my trusty drawer and whipped out a latex glove and a tube of KY. I put the glove on and lubed my hand up. I heard her groan and saw her stretch her bum right out searching for me. I went to her. I knelled down and started to kiss and lick the rim of her asshole. She liked it. Streams of pussy juice were rolling down her legs. I then slowly inserted my thumb into her asshole. She moaned loudly and pressed herself backwards against my thumb. I curled the rest of my fingers to reach her pussy and began to rub her clit again. I got a rhythm going and she was loving it! She was bucking her hips back and forth whilst I was holding her hands against the wall with my other free hand. The scene was sexy and I was already so hot from Antonia's agile tongue that I needed release. I pulled my thumb out her ass. I lubed up my strap on dildo. And seeing that she liked ass play I decided to ram it up her ass. She got such a fright that I had to hold her up by the waste she cried with delight as I pumped her ass with every ounce of energy I had. The thrusting motion of the dildo against my pussy was stimulating me and I could feel an orgasm building up fast and furiously. I pushed her with my body against the wall so that her tits were flat against its cold surface. I stretched my one hand around and stroked her clit and inserted two fingers into her cunt. I used the other hand to hold her neck while I was fucking her. I knew Antonia was watching us and the thought that we were a show made me so hot. We got into a steady rhythm until Natalia's bucking got out of control and wrapped her hands as best as she could around my back and scratched me with her nails. Her crying and screaming were muffled by the gag but I could feel that her orgasm was electric. The cum gushed everywhere. Her skirt was sopping. The feeling of her coming sent me over the edge and as I pumped her for the few last times, I came in waves of pleasure, my juices flowing out all over the strap on. "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST YOU DIRTY WHORE! YOU LITTLE CUNT! OH! FUCK!" I screamed knowing that she couldn't hear and that Antonia could and that it would be enough for her to get aroused again. I pulled out the dildo, turned her around took off the blind fold, ungagged her and took off her ear muffs. She was flushed and almost crying from joy. I kissed her deeply and passionately for awhile and we stood in each others embrace. I turned to face the camera "Antonia, come to this room, so we can all cuddle and listen to some cool tunes".