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moving through your body as you enjoy tonight's show. The last tortured chords of for Whom the Bell Tolls echoed through Louise's ears, Her eyes still transfixed on the powerful frame of James Hetfield on stage, swept beading across his brow, somehow highlighting his pale eyes as shadows danced around him. Something about that clear gaze seemed to bury itself deep
in her chest. The way the dimming lights reflected held her vision in such an intense way, the light fading as the first chords of Fade to Black resonated to mark the end of the concert, his figure disappearing, becoming little more than a silhouette, and eventually just another shadow. Though even though she was most definitely here and had enjoyed every second of the concert, she was still in as much shock as when she had won the tickets
in the auction last week. Hours she had spent thumbing them, trying to make sure they felt genuine. She was no expert, but they did feel right. Of course, getting ready this afternoon had been problematic. What do you wear to the concert of your life? She had selected all her best gens, but they seemed cheap when she thought of where she
was going. Deciding this needed something special, she had pulled out what money she had in her savings account and got out and bought a new pair of leather jeans designer Torn Leather in truth, and they flattered her shapely thighs, she had to admit, but her naked skin looked so pale next to the black leather. With only hours to go before the concert started, panic set in. She couldn't
believe that she hadn't bought any spray down. Desperately looking for inspirations through a closet and drawers, she eventually pulled out a pair of fishnet stockings and a bask and pondered for a moment. Slipping off the skin tight jeans, she adorned herself in the bask and rolled the stockings up her legs, clasping them to the garter straps. She looked at herself in the mirror for a moment, nodding in acknowledgment of how sexy it made her feel. This
was definitely the underwear for tonight. She could only hope that the clasp did not show through the tears on the leather jeans. Slipping them back on, it did take a little time to adjust the tight leather correctly, but finally only the fishnet material showed through the holes. Slipping her hailed boots on, she looked again at herself in
the mirror, Looking good, Louise, she prayed to herself. It needed something, a little more, something to say she was definitely going there for the music and not to just look damn hot. Taking a Metallica T shirt from the closet, and reaching for her scissors, she cut a slit in its neck line, which she hoped was long enough to expose her impressive cleavage and allowed the lace of the mass to show. Slipping it over her head, it took just a little more scissor action before it seemed perfect.
Tying it around her waist, she sighed in approval as she looked in the mirror. Damn it, girl, I want to fuck you now as well, she whispered. Make Up was always a challenge for Louise. She sat in front of a mirror and wondered what best to wear. It was going to be hot, and so she definitely did not want to overdo the wall paint, simply adorning her lips and what she called harlot read and applying a heavy dose of mascara. She looked down at her breasts.
They were definitely cavacious, and they were impressive, but she would still like to draw a little more attention to them. Taking some blush on the end of her finger, she spread it on her ample cleavage, accentuating the curves. When she arrived at the arena and handed her ticket over, the young man in the booth looked at the ticket and smiled nervously. Louise's heart leapt into her mouth. Fake, after all, guess that's what happens when you buy a
ticket in an online auction. He turned and beckoned over a security guard. Fuck, Louise said in a hushed tone, as disappointment flooded her body. This way, miss, the security guard said, as he gently grasped the top of her arm, guiding her through her set of side doors. I bought the ticket online, she whispered in a panic, suddenly very aware she really wasn't dressed for spending a night in jail. Very good, he said, Brushing her proclamations of innocence to
one side. The poorly lit corridor he let her down, offered no way of escape. Eventually, he stopped at a large security door, punched her coat into the glowing keypad beside it, and lushed her through. Louise gasped as she saw the stage just a few feet away from her. The security guard retrieved a neon green wristband from his pocket and secured it about her wrist, holding her hand up, staring at the holographic words that simply read her access
all areas she fought back the tears of excitement. God, she could hug this man. He simply ushered her to a seat on the edge of the area she presumed us for dancing or photographing the band, before saying, if you want to go to the after concert party, is that way? He raised his hand to indicate a set of doors to the side of the stage, guarded by possibly the largest human being Louise had ever seen. Flash your wristband to him and he'll let you through. He
smiled curiously at her before leaving. Louise sat in the seat, shock filling her mind, after Joe party, Damn, who sold this ticket and why? Within minutes, a young man appeared next to her, his face friendly and made even more so by a broad smile as his eyes followed the trail of her blusher. His gay shot brightly as he caressed the lace of her pask with his eyes. From the growing bulge in his pants, she could see her cleavage. Was doing his job very effectively. Eventually, he simply asked,
can I get you a drink? Steal grasp by shock, Louise replied, yeah, a large whiskey famous grouse, if you have it, I think we have that he said as he left. Minutes later, he returned with a very large plastic glass of golden whiskey and handed it to her. Louise took the glass, nervously, watching the lights of the arena sparkle within it, then moving the glass to her lips. Her hands shaking from excitement, she swallowed the warm liquid hurriedly, hoping to calm her nerves. The drink went down a
little too easily. Suddenly concerned, she asked how much too, realizing it was a little too late to refuse to pay nothing, he said, looking mildly confused. The I padrinks were all complimentary. There will be a bottle at the party after, he said, smiling. I'll have another then, she said. The young man left and returned a few minutes later with the refill. As she drank this one, the headiness of the moment mixed with the liqueur, and a wave
of tipsiness flooded over Louise. Would you like another, he asked, Deciding she would rather be at least moderately sober to enjoy the concert. Louise shook her head and sank back into the chair, which now seemed infinitely more comfortable. Very good he said as he turned and left. As Louise sat and slowly sipped on a whiskey, various people drifted into the area through the security doors. As most of them carried cameras on notepads. Louise decided they were press
and would be reporting on the concert. She also noted their wristbands glowed with a blue hue and looked at hers again definitely green. Watching the press file into their seats, setting up tripods and cameras, talking amongst each other like long lost friends, she suddenly felt like an impostor would they call her out on it? They grabbed that security
guard back and say she's a fake. Louise sank back into the chair and sipped her whiskey, wishing it was full again, wishing for the life of her that she'd worn the jeans so she didn't look so conspicuous amongst these reporters. Spotting the young man who had served her earlier, she caught his eyes and asked for another larger drink.
He simply nodded and disc appeared into the shadows. While she awaited his return, she watched the people milling around her in their slacks and designer jenes Occasionally one would say high or not at her. She simply nodded in return, giving them what she hoped was a genial smile, worrying her red lipstick probably made her look like a clown a little. Eventually, the young waiter returned and gave her the drink. It had to be the largest drink of
whiskey Louise had ever seen. She obviously looked like she needed it. Thanking him, she took a large sip, the burning alcohol hitting the spot within seconds, easing the last of the tension out of her body. She knew this was probably a mistake. She knew she would probably end up on the wrong side of drunk, but damn she needed it right now. Deciding that for one night, she
really didn't care. She didn't know anybody here, she would never see them again, she just immersed herself in the piped rock music that played around the arena, just loud enough to drown out the low rumble. As the masses behind her found their seats still, she could feel the excitement building, the anticipation filling the huge spaces. Thousands of
people burned with the expectation of the concert to come. Eventually, the lights dimmed and the first chords of hit the lights echoed around the arena, igniting a loud cheer from the audience. As the first rum roll resonated so hard she could fill the floor vibrate, the stage lights exploded to life, flooding the band. The press's cameras flickered to life, flashing like a machine gun of photography, everything else forgotten.
Louise leaped to her feet, motivated by the adrenaline coursing through her body, emptying her whiskey glass, and in the solitude at the empty floor of the press area, danced like she had never danced before. The world disappeared and there was only her and Metallica. Nothing else mattered. As the last beats of the music died away, the house lights in the arena sprung into cold life, and the
piped rock music returned. Louise brushed the wet hair from her face, perspiration dripping from every strand suddenly realizing she had been dancing for what seemed like cowers in tight leather jeans. Her clit positively burned, her clit positively throbbed as it reminded her how it had been rubbed all that time. Fuck She couldn't decide if it was perspiration
or come dripping down her thighs. Right now, an excitement of electricity burned through every nerve, and as tipsy as she felt, the courage afforded her by the alcohol flooded her mind and moved her towards the end security door to the backstage. Flashing her wristband, the security guard opened the door, allowing her through, following the carpeted corridor through two more security doors, and then into a large room. There must have been hundreds of people there. Louise gasped
at the throng of them. She hadn't realized this many people would be involved with creating the show. Cool air breezed around the room, accentuating the strength of the alcohol in her body. She staggered a little as she moved toward the bar. Deciding that she had probably had enough whiskey, she ordered a coca and ice, and she emptied the glass gratefully. It did feel good after this evening. Ordering a second, she sipped it slower, this time, savoring the taste.
Feeling the first caress of sobriety returning, her sensibilities rising, she caught her reflection on the mirror on the back of the bar god. She looked a mess, and no doubt the band would be here soon. There was no way she wanted to look anything but her best. On the off chant, she actually got to speak to them. Calling the barman back over, she asked for directions to the bathroom, straining to hear him with the noise of
people talking so loudly in the room. She simply said thanks and smiled when he looked like he had finished. Louise moved through the crowd as best she could and what she thought must be the right direction, eventually finding another security door and another security guard. She flashed her wristband at him and he opened the door. Well, it certainly looked like the right direction for the bathroom. The corridor was a lot darker, people in suits moved around,
giving her no attention. Several times she tried to ask for directions, but they just looked at her and hurried away, as if focused on something much more important than Louise. What was a desire five minutes ago was rapidly becoming a desperate need, and she really didn't want to discover how bad it could feel coating the inside of a leather, Jean's in piss, and certainly did not want to see the look on the band's face when they could smell it.
Pushing one of the many doors aside that led from the claric corridor, to Louise's surprise, it opened and led her to a small ante room. Several doors led off. Louise chose one at random and pushed it open, breathing a sigh of relief as it opened into the largest bathroom she had ever seen. One war was given over completely to four length mirrors. There was a shower and a tub that could easily fit five people, and the one piece of porcelain that she was in desperate need
to see stood there in the corner. Her body. Relieved, Louise took a moment to adjust herself in front of the full length mirrors. Studying her make up, she repaired it as best she could. She drained the last of a coke, but wished she had more. Looking at herself one last time, she muttered, you look good. Louise, considering leaving the room, determined to have another coke to complete
her journey to sobriety. Before the band appeared, she was suddenly faced with several doors again and unsure which one she originally came through. Taking her chances, she opened one of them. Now it certainly didn't lead to the corridor. Guitars were sat on stands in the middle of the vast floor, variously its hung from hooks, and two large speakers stood against the wall. A refrigerator adorned the corner, which created a beautiful focus for her need for coke.
Opening it, A bottle of champa lay on the shelf. H Louise thought, the more alcohol for now. Thankfully, cans of coke lay on the shelf above, taking one, opening it and savoring the cool liquid as it moved down her throat. She closed the fridge and looked back at the room, disappointed not to see a single chair. Her eyes drifted toward the speakers. Well, they were kind of the same height as a chair. Louise's leather jean squeaked
as she shuffled onto one, drinking her coke. It wasn't a chair, but it was a damn sight better than being stood in heels. Maybe five minutes sat down would help her clear her body of the whiskey so she could be her charming self, just on the off chance she met the band. As she felt her eyes drift close, she put her cot down, not wanting to spilit Maybe a five minute nap would do the trick. She thought, his sleep stole over her. Suddenly she was being shaken.
How did you get in here? A deep voice asked in a completely unfriendly way. Louise blinked her eyes open to stare into crystal blue eyes. Blonde cropped hair crowned a beautifully rugged face, a shock of a white goaty beard adorned his firm jewel line. His hand dropped from her arm as he stood up, his chest bare apart from a single heavy crucifix. A beautiful tapestry of tattoos covered his chest and arms. This is a band room. It is my practice room, he said in a stern voice.
Louise blushed that she was in James Hetfield's inner sanctum and could think of nothing to explain why. Couriously, she held up her wrist to show him the neon band. His lips twisted into a crooked smile. So your sexy kit in sick six eight, he said, with a gentle laugh. You know I have one on an orcean. Louise asked her mind, still desperately trying to rise from the depths
of sleep. Yeah, who do you think sold it? We give out one VIP pass on every concert, so fans go and tell all their friends, although they're not quite as easy on the eye as you, he said, his eyes moving over her body, caressing her curves in such a way and hovering over her generous breass. She could
feel his gaze tweaking her nipples. Louise blushed under the heat of his sight and could only whisper, Oh, I saw you dancing in the press area, much better than all those reporters who probably don't even like our music.
It's good to get close to real fans again, he said to Turning toward the fridge, Louise's eyes surveyed the tattooed muscles across his back, whimpering gently to herself, the memory of her aching clt rising unbidden to her mind, the caress of her leather jeans not helping the throbbing that pulse between her thighs. Without turning around, he said, I'd offer you a coke, but I see you've already discovered those. There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
But still the burn of her blush heated every cell in her body. So, as you're here, anything you'd like to ask, he questioned as he raised the drink to his lips, the muscles in his body tensing and relaxing, his abs tightening as he sipped the cold liquid. Louise couldn't remove a gaze from his muscle torso rippling as he drank the coke. She certainly couldn't think of any questions as her eyes drifted lower, settling on his crush
that begged her attention. She whispered as shy no as she picked up her drink and sipped it, trying to moisten her lips, which had become aridly dry. James put his dring down and selected a spiral cable from the books. Taking a moment, he picked up a guitar, lifted it, plugged the cable into the back of it, and then parted Louise's size gently so he could plug the other
end of the cable into the speaker. Flicking the switch, the speaker hummed to life, maybe a tune, then he asked, Strumming the strings, the sound of the guitar pulsed through the speaker and vibrated along Louise's sighs, the notes teasing at her clip. Her body throbbed with need from the sound moving through her, chasing up her body, forcing a moan from her lips. James grinned wildly at her response. Turning the dial on his guitar, he strummed the strings again.
The pulse of pleasure shot through her body once more, her clip vibrating furiously against the hard caress of her leather jeans. Louise's hands grasped at the speaker as a wave of sound ricocheted around her body. Her nipples pulsed tightly against the lace of her mask, burning with anticipation. Only thing sprung to mind, he asked, playfully, stroking the strings again. Louise could only moan from the wave of
pleasure vibrating through her. Her hands reached up and grasping her breast with urgent need, her nipples trembling under her touch. Stand up, he commanded, show me what you have under those leather jeans. Louise slipped off the speaker without thinking. She slipped her boots and undered her jeans, letting them fall to the floor on the T shirt he said in a low, predatory grow, Sliding the T shirt over her head. Louise stood in bask and stockings, her nipples
pressing hard against a lace. She was sure her thighs were glistening from the slick, already escaping her panties. The heat of her blush transformed into a wild fire of desire as he stepped next to her, Putting the guitar down, His hand shot between her thighs, cupping her pussy through her panties, his fingers massaging her aching folds. Fuck, she moaned as a firm, strong finger traced a hard line along the edge of her sacks. Her legs buckled. She stumbled,
falling to her knees. Maybe we can make this a night to remember for you, James said, unbuttoning his sheens and pushing them down over his heart muscled thighs. His cock throbbed hard and urgent beneath the material of his shorts. Lust filled Louise's mind as her lips kissed at the material, biting at his shaft throat. He moaned loudly in appreciation. Slipping his shorts down, Louise mustaged his length as it
stood proud and erect before her. His balls tightened as her hands slid over them, her lips pressing up and down his shaft, her tongue flicking over him. James's hands boarded a long blonde hair, pulling it into tight balls. As her lips explored the tip of him hungrily. She slid her tongue along his length, her lips following suit, inviting him deeper. With hard thrust, James pushed deep into her mouth, pulling. With hard thrust, James pushed deep into
her mouth, pulling her back on to him. Tears chased down her cheeks as her lips stretched tightly around his girth, his length pushing along her tongue. Looking up and over the muscle plane of his stomach, she could see him watching her through the tears that threatened her eyes. Something about watching this man fucked deep into her mouth with such animalistic passion turned her on beyond belief. Her desire burned through her body as thrust after thrust of his
hard cock found its way into her throat. Low guttural moans trembled along his shaft, the vibrations forcing his cock to pulse even harder, to swell further as it filled her mouth. Louis grasped a hiss ass, her nails digging in harshly, wanting more. Parting his cheeks, she thrust a
single finger into his ass, massaging him. James's body tightened and thrust even harder in response, Louise's lips tightening around him, her teeth dragging along his length as his fingers gripped her head desperately, his eyes rolling back as he erupted in her throat fuck, he cried out, his knees buckling slightly. Louise's hands dropped around the back of his thighs, holding him tight to her as her head moved up and down,
his erection, draining every last drop from him. Looking down at her, he grinned, saying, well, you deserve something special for that is still pulsing. Cock is still pulsing. Cock dropped from her lips as Louise licked the last of his cum from his shaft, forcing his cock to throb deliciously. Looking up at him, she resisted the urge to wipe the coumb she could feel coating her chin. Get back
on the speaker, he commanded, and close your eyes. Louise stood up and slid back onto the speaker, her slick covering the black vinyl, and closed her eyes. Somewhere in the darkness, she could hear a door opening and gently closing.
For a moment, there was silence. Then suddenly his hands pushed between her thighs, parting them, dropping to his knees, his broad chest forcing them further apart, before his hot breath teased along the bare flesh of her stocking tops, pulling at the sensitive skin with his teeth, his goaty teasing at her folds, her pussy throbbing in anticipation, higher and higher, his tongue climbed her soft thighs. After painfully beautiful moments, it discovered the sudden edge of her panties
flicking harshly across her clip through the wet lace. A pussy clutched, grasping with urgency for her impending satisfaction, Moaning loudly. The avalanche of sensation drew her eyes down. His blue eyes sparkled with mischievousness as her eyes met with ferocious passion over her pulsing mound. She just knew, looking at those eyes that he was grinning as his tongue teased to clit, circling it, torturing her with pleasure, immersing himself in the ecstasy of her body contorting in the raptures
of a sensuous overload under his torment fuck. She moaned the sensations, forcing her legs over his shoulders. Pulling his mouth away, He looked her straight in the iron, said you forgot the ice in your coat, as he popped a quit ice between his lips and moved her panties to one side. Ice cold water teasted her folds as
his tongue pressed between them. Long strokes of his tongue traced in an electric line of pleasure up and down her pussy before he sucked on her clip, the cold caress of the ice fueling the inferno in her sex. Her body contorted in absolute pleasure as a mixture of fire and ice tormented her clit. Flick after flick of his tongue painted her pussy with the wildfire of ice and cold. Louise pressed her hips against him, unable to control the rising orgasm. She pulled his head tighter, his
goaty accentuating the sensations moving through her. Grasping his cropped blonde hair, she rode her pussy against the onslaught of his mouth as he sucked her clip between his teeth. Louise's head dropped back as her orgasm exploded through a every cell of her body. Unrelenting, James continued to lash his tongue into a pussy, forcing the waves of pleasure to crash on her clip over and over again. Her
pussy throbbed painfully with the overload of pleasure. Desperately, the sensations grew too much, and she pushed back from his demanding lips. James stood, taking another cable. He commanded, bend over the speaker. Trembling unsteady with the orgasm still invading her body, Louise bent over the speaker. Put your hands behind you. Obediently, She put her hands behind her back, feeling the tension in the cord as he wrapped it
around her wrists, tying her firmly. Abruptly, he said, your porcel maass could do with a little color, his broad hand spanking down hard on her ass. The burning sensation fueling the orgasm still echoed through her body. Her pussy
clenched with need as she moaned loudly. Again, his hand aggressively punished her ass, the sound echoing around the room, somehow fueling the stinging pleasure she felt burning in her pussy, lifting her palvis inviting that next brutal caress, his palm burning the top of her thighs, his fingers flogging her folds. Electricity shot through every damn inch of her body. Pulsing ways of pleasure exploded from head to toe. Fuck your pussy looks gorgeous when it's this angry and red. Fuck me, please,
she pleaded, waiting a moment. He admired the glistening red lips of her pussy before taking his cock in his hand, stroking it to make sure it swelled that little bit more before thrusting it mercilessly inside her secks, forcing her lips to stretch around his girth. She cried in pleasure. His fingers glided over the curve of her hips, twisting into her garter straps, pulling her pussy in that perfect
position to fuck her even deeper. Every thrust of his cock pushing along her clip, forcing her cord to tighten around him, to grasp him, to urge him to come. As his moans grew louder, the sound of everyone vibrating along his cock and threatening Louise's sanity. Damn, she could fill his whole cock, vibrating with the sounds of his moans, as if he was fucking with a vibrator and his cock.
At exactly the same time, Louise panted in time with the thrusts everyone, pushing the air from her lungs, releasing her garter straps. He grabbed the guitar cord secured around a wrist with one hand and pulled it hard to ride her roughly. As he continued to hammer deep into a pussy. His other hand grasped her hair, pulling her back hard onto him as he fucked her, dripping wet sex with animal need. Somehow, his feet found the guitar
on the floor and stroked the strings clumsily. The speaker exploded to life, sending fresh vibrations through lou Sending fresh vibrations through Louise's body, The diminishing waves of her orgasm found new life as her pussy clutched violently around him.
The waves that swamped her body just minutes ago were rekindled and burned through her with a new ferocity, pulling hard on her hair, her back arched as she felt him assault every inch of the walls of her pussy, his bull slapping her clit as he pounded a desire. The vibrations of the speaker accelerated the spiraling sensation, and a core intensifying, spreading it further. Louise growled in pleasure as her whole body swam in the sea of her
lust filled desires. Releasing her hair, he grasped her ample breasts, squeezing them roughly, pinching her nipple between his finger and thumb. The sensation ricocheted from her nipple straight through her stomach and onto her clip. Her body writhing in torturous pleasure, James moaned deeply as his body tightened against her, his cock swelling inside a pussy as his warm comer rubbed
it inside her. Her own body responded so beautifully as a cascade of pleasure flooded every vein, crying out in allgasmic bliss as her pussy sucked hard onto his cock, milking it of every drop. Releasing the guitar chord, he let Louise drape over the speaker, panting. Her body spent delightful exhaustion followed the after clothes that embraced her. James rubbed his hands over her ass, his body trembling with satisfaction.
As her pussy released his cock, she could feel the warm cream of his desire caressing her thighs, sending a fresh tingle through her body, forcing a whimper from her lips. Even though she could hear him pulling his pants back up, she desperately wanted to turn and tell him how great it was, but her body betrayed her. Suddenly she felt his chest along her back, his hands sliding up her arms be all. He grasped her wrists firmly, attaching a new bound. He whispered for to morrow night, with a
fresh way of exhaustion, embracing her. Louise closed her eyes. When she opened them, the room was ominously quiet, as if she was waking from a dream. Sliding from the speaker, she looked at her wrists, fingering the two pounds that now adorned it, steadying herself against his because she reached between her thighs and explored the warm, thick cream that still covered them. Tomorrow, she said, lifting her finger to
her lips and sucking it before smiling wildly. So next week, it's good to try something new, don't you think you never know what you'll love until you try it, at least three times, just to be sure. So until next week, and always with your pleasure in mind. This is Devil in Wild, wishing you salacious dreams at in state, in ducted Plato, and in every tent inducted Las