Well, I seem to be completely stuck on my next story, so I thought I would leave this one here. I wrote it in a couple of hours after seeing a picture of in motherless (50DBFBC). Let me know what you think!
disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, along with all characters and events described in it. Any resemblance with real life is just a coincidence. Harming another human being is wrong and in no way I am trying to convey the opposite. Please, don't do anything like this!
When I got out into the balcony I found her, leaning against the glass railing as she watched the city. She didn't seem to notice me at first, so I simply watched her as I sipped my beer, feeling a little annoyed that another one had managed to find her way into my room.
From behind I could see she was wearing some very short shorts and a black strapless shirt that was almost transparent. I felt my mouth watering as I imagined sucking her breasts.
When I couldn't wait any longer, I walked slowly towards her, trying to get as close as I could to her before she noticed me. Luckily for me, she seemed distracted and I was a few feet behind her before she finally turned around.
“Hey!” I said as I watched her medium sized breasts, poking under her shirt.
When she saw my face she stood still, looking into my eyes with her mouth halfway open in surprise. She was rather pretty, I thought, with her short blond hair and the round face.
“How did you manage to get in? You know this is a private room, right?” I asked her, feeling a little annoyed as I already knew the answer.
She had probably given a blowjob to one of the hotel workers so that they would let her in. A stupid thing to do in this day and age, but she didn't look very bright so far. I waited patiently for her to speak, but like most fans, once she found me she didn't know what to do, so she stood there watching me, her face a mask of panic.
“I am… I... I am sorry, I really wanted to meet you...” she finally managed almost a full minute later.
The more I watched her, the younger she looked. Surely she wasn't older than 15 years old, I thought to myself as I took one last sip from my beer. When it was finally empty, I threw it to one side, and I went towards the railing.
“Well, here I am, pleasure to meet you.” I said to her as I leaned against the thin glass edge. “Nice view isn't it?”
With a smile on her face, she turned again once more, looking into the city thought I caught her watching me from time to time. She was smiling, and her face was burning in a bright shade of red as I waited for a few moments.
Without warning, I rested my hand on her naked back and I started caressing her skin. She started trembling under my touch, and I could hear her breathing faster and faster as I started massaging her shoulders.
Meanwhile, I felt my cock growing hard under my pants as I wondered what I would do with her. With a smile, I stepped behind her, using both my hands as I ran my fingers over her pretty little neck.
“Were you at the concert last night?” I asked her without stopping.
Unable to talk, the nodded with her head, and I heard her moaning in pleasure. Her hands were gripping the glass railing firmly as she swayed on her feet, and from the side I could see that her eyes were closed.
“Yes. I remember you.” I lied with practiced ease. “You were standing in the front, right?”
She gasped in surprise, thinking that I had seen her among the other thoughts of girls. That she was special. But I hadn't, of course, I simply knew that they were always in the front, hoping to get as close to me as possible.
Moving a little closer, I pressed my hips against her ass, grinding my cock against her as it grew harder and bigger.
“You are very beautiful, you know?” I said to her as she seemed to melt under my hands.
Taking one hand from her back, I grabbed her breasts and I started fondling them. I was pretty rough, and soon I was pinching her nipples over the fabric, until they were nice and hard, just how I liked them.
A moment later she started mumbling something, but I pressed one finger against her lips, silencing her. I waited for a few seconds before I continued fondling her breasts as I pressed my hips harder against her ass.
Unable to control myself any longer, I pushed her against the railing, grabbing the back of her neck as I pushed her head over the side.
“Wait!” she screamed in surprise, but I held her firmly in place.
“Shhh, relax. Just enjoy the view!” I told her as I imagined her panic. We were on the 30th floor, and looking down the ground look way too far for comfort.
“Please… I am scared, let me go! Please!” she begged pathetically as she tried to escape from my grip.
“Why are you here?” I asked her, my voice suddenly angry. “You come into my room, dressed like a slut. What for? Just to play with me?”
She started stammering again as I held her over the edge, my fingers digging painfully into her neck. She started crying a moment later, whimpering for me to let her go.
“I will tell you why you came here. It's because you wanted me to fuck you. You fantasize about it every night, don't you? I know you do, so don't bother to lie!” I whispered in her ears.
She kept her mouth closed, but we both knew that it was true. A moment later I started laughing and I released her neck. Despite being free, she stood still, gripping the handrail so hard that her knuckles were turning white.
“Don’t worry. I won't hurt you…” I said, taking a step back as I smiled to myself.
Grabbing the top of her shirt, I pulled it down, revealing her perky breast to the world. I grabbed her breasts in my hands, feeling her soft flesh inside them.
“Grab that handrail and don't let go, okay?” I said to her as I took my cock out of my pants.
With one hand, I pulled her back a couple of feet, bending her over to get a better view of her round ass. Then I opened her pants and I pulled them down, leaving them around her ankles as I stood still admiring the view.
She was wearing a pair of lacy black panties so sheer that I could see her cunt under them. Holding her hips in place with one hand, I pulled them down, and I ran my hand over her smooth ass. She was trembling in fear, and from time to time I could hear her whimpering something that I couldn't quite understand.
Grabbing my cock in one hand, I spat in the other and I smeared my saliva between her cunt lips.
“Ohhh, look who is getting wet!” I said laughing as I slipped a finger inside her.
Her cunt wet cunt closed tightly around my finger, and a moment later I started fucking her with it, moving it slowly in and out. With my other hand I played with myself, though I was more than ready for her.
When she was wet enough, I pulled my finger out and I sucked it, savoring her juices. Then I grabbed my cock in one hand and pressed it between her lips, spreading them apart as I readied myself.
“Noooo… please, don't do it!” she begged.
But I didn't care what she said. Instead I pressed forwards, burying myself inside her tight hole as she started screaming in pain. Lost in my own pleasure, I closed my eyes and I slowly started to fuck her, going as deep as I could inside her before I pulled out.
No matter what she said, after a while her body started to react and I felt her cunt getting wetter and looser, until her juices were dripping down her legs. Soon I was moaning in pleasure as I fucked her cunt.
When I opened my eyes I saw her body, tense as she grabbed the handrail in fear of falling, but I had other plans.
Stopping for a minute with my cock still inside her, I grabbed both her wrists and I pulled them behind her, pressing them against her naked back. Then I bumped her with my hips and she stumbled, falling forwards against the handrail, until her hips were resting on the edge.
“Ohhhh, god, please! Noooo! I am going to fall!” she screamed in panic as half her body hung over the edge.
“Shut the fuck up!” I said as I started fucking her again, pushing her against the handrail with every thrust.
The thin edge of the glass must have been digging very painfully into her hips, but I didn't really care. I simply fucked her, harder and harder as I lost all control I had, while she struggled in panic. The handrail started shaking from the violence, and for a moment I thought it would break and we would both fall down the edge.
I kept fucking her for a while, but soon I grew bored and I released her. When I pulled out she dropped to the ground as fast as she could, pressing her back against the glass. She hugged herself as she cried pathetically.
I waited for a minute and then I pushed her ass with my foot.
“Hey stupid, you are not going to leave me like this, are you?” I asked her as I pointed at my still hard cock.
She looked stupidly at me from the floor for a few seconds before she realized what I meant, but she shook her head, begging for me to let her go. I simply waited as I looked at her, my face a blank mask.
Finally she realized I wasn't going to take no for an answer and she kneeled in front of me, taking my wet cock in her hands, and she swallowed it whole. No matter what she said, she knew what she was doing, and soon I was moaning in pleasure again as she sucked my cock.
Wanting more, I grabbed her head with both hands and I pushed myself deeper, until my cock started bumping with the back of her throat. She started gagging, and in panic she tried to pull out as I held her in place.
Knowing I was close, I held her firmly and I started fucking her throat as she struggled to breathe. I felt her nails digging painfully into my thighs but I didn't care and soon I was cumming.
“Shit!” I screamed loudly as I shot my load down her throat.
Jet after jet of my cum filled her throat until she couldn't take it anymore and it exploded from her mouth, shooting a slimy mixture of cum and saliva. The world around me disappeared for a moment as pleasure flooded my mind, and it felt as if my body was trying to pull itself apart.
When I was done, I released her once more and she fell to the floor, coughing violently as she tried to fill her tortured lungs with air. After pulling up my pants, I left her on the floor without a second thought and went to the kitchen to grab another beer.
A minute later I was back, and I found her still on the balcony, thought she had moved away from the railing. She was hugging herself as she cried softly, her makeup ruined by the tears..
Checking my watch, I walked up to her quickly, and I kneeled in front of her, pulling her face up with one hand.
“Hey, what's wrong?” I asked her in fake sympathy.
She looked at me with shock, probably realizing that I wasn't the sweet guy I pretended to be on public, and she looked away, her face red with humiliation. After wiping her face with the back of her hand, she tried to pull her shirt up, but it was all twisted up in a knot.
“Come on up, let me help.” I told her as I grabbed one of her hands.
Pulling up, I managed to get her on her feet. She looked pathetic, with her pants around her ankles and her face covered in snot and saliva. By then I was getting annoyed, so I decided to speed things along for her.
“Grab this, and don’t spill it.” I ordered her as I gave her my beer.
Then I pulled up her shirt, twisting it around until it was more or less covering her breast, and then I pulled her pants up, without bothering to button it up. Once it was done I patted her head and I smiled warmly.
“There, good as new.” I said as she watched me, her face twisted in confusion.
Then I noticed the silver chain around her neck. It had a small medal hanging in the middle, with a heart and my name on it. I picked it up from her chest and without warning I pulled it off. The chain snapped behind her head and she gasped in surprise as I shoved it in my pocket.
“Let me help you out, honey.” I said as I placed my hands on her back.
I turned her around and then I pushed her towards the door. I started walking behind her as I kept pushing, going faster and faster as she tried to keep up, and just before we got to the railing I pushed her to one side.
She stumbled, screaming as she started to fall but I kept pushing. In one quick movement, I shoved her over the railing and she was falling over it. I could see her face, frozen in surprise as she realized what was happening, and then she was gone.
I leaned over the edge, watching her as she fell towards the ground, my beer still in her hand as she started screaming in terror. A few seconds later I heard a wet thud from the bottom and everything was quiet again.
With a smile in my face I went to the kitchen to pick up another beer and on my way I grabbed my phone. After hitting the speed dial to my manager and I opened the fridge.
“Hey man, how is it going? Guess what happened again?” I said, feeling frustrated. “Yeah, just like the last one. Sure, no rush. Oh, and can you send some more beer up here, I am out and I am really thirsty!”