It wasn�t until we were escorted to the limo by Carl and we showed up at out hotel, with the obligatory stops in the lobby for autographs that I think Shannon believed I was who I said I was. As we rode up the elevator she had turned to me and said,
�So you really are a celebrity huh?� I shrugged my shoulders and replied,
�Someone has to be.� Now she was sitting on the bed waiting for me to come to her. She was still completely dressed in her tiny polka dot skirt and pink strapless top. She was wearing a silver necklace with a pair of diamond dice. They seemed quite appropriate since we were Vegas. She probably bought them especially for the trip. I sat down on the bed next to her and played with the necklace,
�Nice. Are you a gambler?� She shook her head,
�I don�t even know how to play go fish but I saw them and thought they were cute so I got them.� Well, my suspicion was confirmed. I let my finger trace around the dice then I kept going and traced over the top of her breast as I stared down into her cleavage. I wanted her breasts, I wanted her thighs as my other hand rested on one of them. I wanted every part of her. I looked up and my dick started to harden as I stared at her pretty lips. Her bottom lip was so full and I leaned in and sucked lightly on it before I knew what I was doing. Her mouth tasted wonderful and my nose was filled with the scent of her perfume. It smelled nice. It wasn�t like the majority of girls� perfume, that strawberry or apples smell, she smelled elegant, mature. She took the upper hand and maneuvered us so I was on my back. I took the time to kick my shoes off as she began to fumble with my belt. After a few moments it became obvious it wasn�t just slow torture, she couldn�t get my belt off.
�Let me do that.� She sat up and watched me do what she couldn�t. I guess it could only be nerves but she didn�t look nervous at all. As she took over with my pants I wiggled out of my shirt until I was naked except for a pair of socks. I could only imagine how ridiculous I was going to look. She leaned down and kissed on my nipples. How is it that all girls know that I like that? It�s like there�s some manual out there that let�s them know Nick Carter has sensitive nipples.
�What do you want me to do?� Somehow, I think she actually knows what I want her to do. Besides, there are only two things men want a woman to do when he is naked and stiff as a board. Fuck him or blow him. That�s it, nothing more. No sandwich, no checkers, no conversation. Just our dick inside some part of her body. She kissed a trail down my stomach until she reached my dick. I saw her lick her lips and make sure her mouth was wet before she took me in her mouth. It was only three seconds before she had me calling out,
�Oh shit.� I reached down and found her free hand, the one that wasn�t stroking the base of my cock, and guided her to my balls. Apparently, it�s not in that manual that I like my balls to get just as much attention as my dick. But she must have read the latest edition of Cosmopolitan magazine because I swear she was doing everything they mentioned.
On the way to Vegas from Denver we stopped at some superstore and I stocked up on a bunch of stuff, including magazines. One of our dancers, Kate, stocked up on the usual girl bibles and left one of them, the Cosmo, on my bus after she and a couple of other members of the tour spent part of the trip on my bus.
Shannon�s mouth was so wet as her mouth slid up and down the length of me. She would alternate between sucking me and licking me, both the dick and the balls.
�Harder.� She stopped, removing her mouth from me and looking up,
�What?� she moaned as she waited for my response,
�Grip it harder.� She pumped me harder and I groaned out again,
�Oh shit.� That is the ultimate compliment when a girl is sucking you right. That was the supreme, that means a guy can�t form anything more intelligent. That meant he was so into it he didn�t care that he wasn�t succeeding in his fake attempt to be romantic.
Her butt was closer to me than her head was and I began shifting her body. Like a pro, she didn�t stop sucking me as she began to move into my desired position for her. When her legs were on either side of my head, after pushing up her skirt and pulling her thong to one side, I gripped her hips and dove in between her legs . I wanted her, in fact, that was my plan before she made the first tactical move, to lick her. I don�t know if it was the way she tasted or the fact that she was making me feel so good that got me totally into eating her out. Every time she moaned on my dick, I licked her faster and harder. I spread her and found that little hot button that I was looking for and started sucking on it and like she had her own little penis. If I had any questions about my sexuality I would have just grossed myself out with that last thought.
I really have her feeling good. She can�t even continue to suck me, her head was now resting on my thigh and she was pumping me. I could hear her panting and grunting mildly as I continued to please her. This was something that I rarely did and I can admit that. I am mostly all about me, how good I feel, how good I come. The woman has never really been a concern of mine, not with any woman I�ve been with until Sarah came along. Shannon is benefiting from my reminiscing state regarding Sarah.
Sarah was such a girl, so feminine. No, I take that back. She was a woman. The first one I�ve ever been with. I didn�t think of her as a girl, she was much more that that. Shannon was somewhat like Sarah though. Her sounds of pleasure were similar to Sarah�s. They were soft, they weren�t loud obnoxious pants and groans.
She repositioned herself until she was straddling me and leaned down to peck me on the lips. I was still hard and I pushed her hips down and moved her slightly until her pussy lined up with my dick. She sat down on me and then sat upright. Her hands rested on my chest as she moved around. The sensation wasn�t good enough, I couldn�t get deep enough. I nudged her enough that she knew I wanted her to get off and she pouted as she laid on her back,
�I was just getting going.� Going where I wanted to say. Her mouth was worthy of praise but not her riding skills. It was just a fact, not every girl knew how to ride a man good. Shannon�s mistake was she was on her knees, that limited how deep I could go. I know it seemed very nasty and porn star but when riding a guy, a girl has to squat. If she couldn�t handle that, when she was on her knees she needed to lean forward and raise her ass up and down.
As a slid into her she raised her legs up then wrapped them around my waist. This was a much better feeling as I sat up on my arms and pumped her good. She seemed to be holding on to me for dear life. Her eyes were shut tight and her mouth was wide open. At that moment I wish I had a second dick so I could put it in her mouth. I looked down at her breasts as they jiggled from out movement. This was much better than hooking up with a prostitute. Shannon in my bed was like a conquest. A competition won on my part.
She began to hurt me with her fingernails and I had to pull them away from me,
"Your nails, they are killing me." She mumbled an apology. I don't know why women do that. If they want to let me know I'm doing a good job screaming out,
"You're doing a good job." is far better than making me feel like I'm fucking Freddy Krueger. For some reason at that moment I remembered I wasn't wearing a condom. Sometimes I did, sometimes I didn't. It all depended on how responsible I was feeling at the moment. After some of my experiences in the past, you'd think I would always wear one but a young guy getting his dick wet can be pretty irresponsible.
Chapter 119
Stranger Than Fiction
Stories
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