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Today was the day, it was your first Metallica concert! You were familiar with a few songs of the band before, as your were a constant metal enjoyer. But one day when a mate of yours in your band was warming up on his guitar you couldent help but fall in love with the Metallica songs he was playing. As so, quickly you became more then familiar with their discography.
Although, not only that, but you had grown to develope a major crush on the lead singer. James Hetfeild.
Everything about him made your heart flutter. How he could absolutely towered over you with his height, he's muscular body, his guitar playing. He could play so fast... his fingers were so.. articulate..
You had to snap yourself out of the trance you absolutely kept on putting yourself through every time you thought of him. But most of all, you hated to admit to yourself how much he turned you on. You desperately wanted him to fuck you out of your mind, to the point you couldent think nor see strait.
The time of the concert rolled around, you waited in line and were pleased how quickly it went by. Probably becouse you had practically camped out to get the the front. For the music, of course, no other reason. You entered the venue and luckily managed to make it to nearly the bar, right up against the stage. As the lights started to dim, it was time for the show to begin!
After about 5 songs, something you couldent beleive happened, James had locked eyes with you. You stared at him in awe, but as he left you realized you were just as down bad as any other fan girl, over the man of their 90s dreams. You enjoyed the concert untill you started realising just how often james started exchanging glances with you. And occasionally taking a longer time to look at you, and even take a look up and down of your body. Which was mostly covered by the crowd anyway. Although, this time he really got a good look at you, staring at you with low eyes, he slowly sang the lyrics to you
"won't you come inside?~"
He turned around and continued singing to the rest of the crowd, as if nothing had happened. Your stomach did a three sixty, one eighty, kick flip turn. You were awe-struck.
I couple songs near the end James had gone up to the security guard, whispered something in his ear, pointed at you, and left. After that, he hadn't payed any attention to you what so ever. We're you too much? Did you weird him out? Oh man. Was all you could think.
The end of the show rolled around and the band gave their thanks to crowd, and threw some picks and drumsticks for the fans and left. Once the sound died down, you decided it was time to go.
Right before you were going to turn around to leave, the security guard stopped you and told you James had personally requested something of you. Was this a dream? Were you crazy? You may have been half deaf after that concert, but you have never listened better to what the security guard was about to say.
"James has personally invited you to his after party" the security guard told you.
You couldent move, like an electric shock just ran through your body. Although when he said "Follow me" you had never picked up the pace faster then this.
The security guard began to walk you around the stage, passing by all the people in the venue who were still hanging around. You had received a few looks here and there from woman who obviously understand what was going on, but you couldent care less. It was a personal invitation from James. And all you could hope for was his feelings being the same as yours.
Once you reached the end of the stage and made it to the back, the guard took his keys from his left hand pocket and began to open the door. It opened to a long, white, and bustling hallway, packed with people. Some rolling amps around, other carrying drum kits, some managing everyone or winding up cables to pack up. Sometimes you forgot just how much work it was setting up an entire concert.
You walked through the busy road of a hallway and made it to yet another door. You could slightly hear music beginning to come from the door, assuming it was blaring inside, as the door appeared to be quite a heavy steel door.
"Kay, here we are" the guard said, without looking at you. He had this expression on his face opening the door, exhausted, probably wanted to just go home, and something that hinted this probably wasent the first time he's done this. He opened the door and raised his hand allowing you to enter. "Thank you" you said, slightly nodding your head.
You could entered the staircase and the door shut behind you, the staircase slightly swrirled, even though it was only about seven or eight steps.
The music got louder as you walked up the stairs. With the image of James singing to you. You took a deep breath, grabbed the door handle, and opened the door at the top of the steps.
Oh wow, you thought to yourself, it was bassicly a complete club up here. Actually, nothing hinted that it wasent. You saw a few pillars scattered around the room holding the place up, the entirety of the club painted in a close to black navy, a dj booth on the right, and an active bar on the right. But more then anything, you saw so many pretty girls. So, so many pretty girls.
Most of the people in the club were near the centre of the mid sized secret club, either drinking at the bar, or dancing by the dj booth. Which most women seemed to be trying to get hooked up with. You had to admit, he was pretty good looking.
You decided to walk up to the bar, taking your steps you looked around, what were you thinking? Was James really going to be here?
You made it to the bar and asked for a cinnamon toast shot, a guilty pleasure of yours.
After finally taking your shot, you glanced to the back of the room, and holy fucking shit. There he was. James Hetfeild. The man himself. The man that made a pit grow in your lower stomach, a knot. You had imagined him fucking you so many times.
You snapped out of it and realised you had been staring at him, for a while. He was guzzling down beer and laughing with Lars and kirk and what seemed to be a few other like producers, freinds, and more. Lars had caught you staring at James, and then taking your shot. He poked at James and what you could barely lip read as what seemed to make out to say "dude, look over there, some chick was totally checking you out" from Lars. James seemed completely uninterested about any 'chick' Lars was yapping about, untill he saw it was you. James eyes just barelly noticable, seemed to widen at the sight of you. Eyes fixated on you you sat in a more provoking position, flauting your thighs, ass and tits, trying to provoke James. thank God I wore this dress, you thought to yourself. It was a short black dress. Just barelly hugging you ass, with a slit down your left leg.
James seemed to enjoy the view, he raised an eyebrow at you, provoking he wanted more of a show. Instead, you decided be starve the man, giving him just enough to call him over. You turned you back to him, but leaving you ass right at him. You were hoping he would come over to you. And what do you know, your plan worked.
You got a little distracted by a woman's dancing in the crowd, she was actually very skilled, you could tell by her footwork. But you were glad she was enjoying the music.
Forgetting the scene, it stupidly took you by surprise- and maybe even spooked you a little - when James had taken a seat right behind you. As you spun around on the tall stool with a soft cushion top, you saw James eyes quickly divert from your ass, to your face. But your tits too.
"You actually showed up" James said with a playful expression.
You gave him a quick look up and down and replied "Well ofcourse I did, after such a show, how couldent it?" You exclaimed with a with a slightly lifted eyebrow. You were thinking about his lyrics he sang to you, but you couldent tell him strait up. It was already enough with the growing knot he was placing in your lower stomach.
He gave you a look that you could tell that he could see right through you. "And what was your favourite part?" He asked. You were busted, he had figured you out. But how so fast?
You stopped and thought to yourself quickly, wait... was James Hetfeild... actually into me?
You wanted to be bold but dident quite know how so you just said whatever came out of your mouth. "I liked when you sang of course, especially when you looked at me" you said with low eyes, inching closer to him. You
weren't good in conversation with a man who made your stomach turn and twist for him, you couldent find the words to say to him. "Is that so?" He asked, almost menacingly.
A medium paced song began to play and James turned his head to you before you could say anything back.
"Here, let's get up," he said, as he got off the tall stool and pulled his hand out to help you, he was such a gentleman. You had accepted. "May i have you for this dance princess?" He asked. Your cheeks turning mote and more a flush pink colour.
"Oh, I would love to." You smiled with a small giggle.
He grabbed wrapped his hands around your waist, you let yours rest on his shoulders around his neck. You lived how tall he was, how strong he was, and being so close to him, his hands grabbing your waist, turned you on like crazy.
James had tried to start a conversation a couple of times, but the music was just too loud, after a bit of dancing he took on arm off of your waist and gestured to follow him "here, lets go somwhere quiter. More for, us." He said with a grining face. You of course, followed his orders emedietly. He began to walk towards an exit near the back of the venue you uadent even known existed, although on your way there Lars had stopped you both.
"James?" Lars said, looking at you with a skeptical look, then looking at James with what seemed to be disapproval.
"What?" James replied, witha smirk on his face.
Both rockstars glared at each other, James having a slight grin on his face.
"No. Not this time James." Lars said.
"Oh don't worry, I need this one alive. We've got tour dates ahead of us." James answered back.
Lars jaw ever so slightly openened, with a look of disapproval and fear. James had tightened his grip on your waist and continued to walk to the exit. Little did you know, the last time James fucked a chick after a concert, he broke a hole in the wall with her head from throat fucking her so hard.
James held the door of the exit open for you and closed it after himself. "That's better isent it?" He said grabbing your waist again, pulling you in.
You were shocked, becouse now that they weren't in the club, you knew he wanted you. You slid your arms up to his chest, "James~" you capped out, practically in a whisper.
He pulled you in so your chests aligned, although of course he was much taller then you. "Now princess, you've caused me a lot of trouble up on stage while I was performing. I couldent keep my eyes off of you, I need to be paying attention hm?" He hummed, lifting his hand to trace your jaw with his thumb.
"And is it my fault you can't keep your eyes off me, hmm?" You raised an eyebrow with a playful smile, but not thinking about what you had just said.
"Oh? Is that how your going to play it?" He asked, frightening you a little bit. But completely exiting you. Not knowing what was coming your way. "You've been a distraction to me throughout my entire concert, and think you won't have to pay? Such a silly girl." He said.
"I'm not some silly girl," you said, your irritation shining through your expression. "You getting a boner for me live is a you problem." You said giggling a little.
"Il have to punish you then? For what you did to me live and for you talking back." He said, not as a question this time.
Your cheeks blushed bright red, "do your worst, if itle even be much!" You teased, provoking him, it clearly working. You could tell through his slightly angry, but vengeful and exited expression.
He grabbed your wrist, and pinned you against the wall, he put his hand around your neck, putting a little pressure he slid his hands down and traced your collar bone. "Don't think you'll get out of this little lady" He said in a whisper, his lips close to your ear. His hot breath made your spine shiver, all under a slight giggle in his voice. He dident help, he was making your pussy so much more wet for him.
"O-" He cut you off before you could say anything. "Follow me" He said, yet again. Not asking, but demanding it.
He brought his lips up to yours, just barelly hovering a centimeter over them. Breathing so close to you, he looked into your eyes.
When you tried to move in, he had pulled away, leaving you starved, given you nothing, and started to walk down the hall towards the exit that led to the pickup parking. Ofcourse you had followed, no matter how much you tried, you always ended up submitting to him.
He swiftly walked out the door, and you followed behind him. When you exited the building you were in an outdoor pickup/drop-off location. A couple meters down you could see the bustling street Quatorn. One of the main roads to the city, lined with shops for miles. Barelly a second had passed you thought, you exited the secret concert venue nightclub, scanned your surroundings, and yet, a taxi was already there, waiting on the both of you. James must have called it when you were catching up to him from the exit.
James opened the door to the taxi and gestured for you to enter. None the less, he was always as mannered as any other moment in time. Even though you two were about to go to a hotel to fuck.
Holy shit, you two were about to go to a hotel to fuck?! The thought really kicked in, and you, embarrassed, had to admit that the only two emotions you were feeling right now were excitement, and being horny out of your mind.
The taxi driver started to drive, going towards the direction of the centre of the city. New Yorks centre had anything you wanted, so it made sense he only asked once you two settled in your seats.
James sat up, pulling himself closer to the front of the car to tell the driver the location. Right as his mouth opened to read out the adress, "okay go to-" You grabbed his clothed dick and started to stroke it, you weren't gonna let this man make you fully submit to him. Not... yet at least. "yea, tell him where we're going James~" you said, not enough for the driver to hear. Still stroking his dick every so gently now, his voice started to fumble reading the adress "er-uh- 096-33... walls- Quatorn s-street-" The driver looked up through his mirror to check if the man was alright, you had his arm around his and the driver looked back away. It must suck being taxi driver sometimes you thought to yourself laughing.
Your mind quickly diverted back to James when he pushed you out of the driver's sight, grabbing your wrist and pulling arm off of his dick, which was probably already hurting from his restircted boner. He grabbed your waist tightly, "Fuck around and find out. Your going to regret your actions, il put you in your place princess." He said, looking at you with a strong demeanor.
His eyes were locked onto yours, his arms still tightly holding you captive. "Alright, were here. That'll be $45" damn, taxis were expensive, you thought. Although James had just thrown the largest amount bill over 45 he had and exited the taxi, pulling you along with him, and slamming the door. He let go of you and started walking towards the hotel. The hotel had two big pillars in the front, it was pretty fancy looking. It was very polished, you could tell James had money to spend, and he dident care along with it.
James and you walk into the hotel, he dident seem to be walking towards the desk. He waved his hand to the desk clerk and the clerk waved back with a nod. He grabbed your wrist again, it caught you by surprise, as you were trying to figure out what had just happened.
The both of you got into the elevevator, Hetfeild had already pressed the corresponding button, "36" the lighten up button read. As the elevator finally got to the level, James bassicaly ran out. You couldent see his expression the whole time since the taxi, was he angry at you?
You quickly ran after him, as he was walking down the hall as fast as he could. He pulled out a completely white but strangely scratched up key card, which only he had already conveniently in his wallet. This definetly was his hotel room. As he opened the door, he pulled you in, slightly slamming the door behind you. Only then you could see his expression. One hand traveled from the door knob, locking it, to your waist. The other placed above your head. You turned bright red, your fantasies were complete accurate, he totally towered over you, even if you were rather tall. Without any effort he was so much bigger then you, and it turned you on.
His cheeks were tinted pink, he was sweating. A lot. Panting, his lower lip hung from his jaw slightly. You looked at his eyes, then his lips. Untill your eyes began to trail down to his cock, you wanted it so desperately. Before you could pull your hand out to stroke him again, he pushed you In front of himself. He pointed to the corner of the bed, "kneel" was all he said. He stood at the corner of the bed, you walked up to him and sat down as he proceeded to take his pants off. You sat on you called at the bottom of him, the room was perfectly dim. James sat down and began removing his boxers. His dick sprung up emedietly, it was already throbbing from being captive between his pants and you. "Your going to suck it, and do it well. Or il fuck you until tomorrow." He said, his eyes hanging low. Desperate, all for you.
You grabbed the base of his cock and kept your hand there to keep it in place how you liked it, and began kissing it. You started from the bottom, working your way to the top, all the way to the other side.
He began brcoming impatient, as you were purposely edging him for as long as you could. "Fuck, pick it up you whore" he said angrily looking in your eyes. You used the precum from his already soaking cock to begin stroking him. Up and down, twirling your fingers around his cock slowly. When you got to the sensitive skin between his lower cock and tip, you applied pressure and quickly went over his sensitive spot aggressively. James head shot up from looking at the ceiling panting and moaning, he let out a groan and a quick "Fuck you," followed by a "hurry it up." You began to quicken the pace, stroking his dick up and down and pegging his tip slightly whenever you got to it. You decided to give him a shock once more, and gave it a lick from base to tip.
"*ngh* fuck you- God damn slut-" He said, grabbing your hair, forcing his dick inside your mouth. You began to suck it and spun your tongue around, stroking whatever you couldent fit with your hand. He dick was so big, and he hadn't even fucked your pussy yet.
"Ah- fuck..i-I'm going to cum-" He said moaning, soaking your panties even more. Once you heard his words, you sucked his dick with as much motion as you could, throat fucking him to his orgasm.
Right before he came, he pulled out. Completely. What? He pulled out right before cuming? At that point on you knew this man was about to complete ruin you. "Get the fuck up." He demanded, you did exactly as you were told. He took his pants, boxers, and talk top complete off. Seeing James Hetfeild - the man you had fantasized, and masturbated about for so long - complete naked, really proved just how fit he really was. He was lean, but had muscle, although the small amount of chub he had was so cute.
"Undress" He said, standing with one hand over his mouth and one crossed. his near-orgasm clearly still effecting him. You followed, sliding your tight dress off, leaving you in you lingerie you had specifically worn out. "Dressed up all for me angel?" He asked "all for you James" you replied. "That's Mr. Hetfeild, or sir, to you. Slut." Him degrading you turned you on, you had to admit. You loved the names he kept on giving you. He pushed you on the bed, laying you down on your back, with your legs facing him. "Now angel, spread your legs out for me." You were exited for what he was about to give you. You did as he asked and he climbed up on top of you.
He put one hand beside your head to keep himself up, and one on your waist. His knee, barelly grazing against your clothed and soaked pussy. He leaned his head down to reach your lips, and kissed you gently. As he continued, biting your lip and adding tongue, he slid his arm from your waist, to your back uncliping your bra, exposing your tits to the no longer cold air, but more warm room temperature from the both of you. He grabbed your right tit and started pinching the nipple, getting a barelly moan from your lips in between your kissing. "Are you okay with this baby?" He asked "yes, ofcourse." "Hmm, wonderful." He hummed.
He slid himself down from your powerful kissing, lowering yourself to your soaking lower part. "Your so wet for me angel, do you want me to help you out?" He asked you seductively. "Yes- yes J- sir-" You had practically begged him, you couldent leave your needing for any longer at this point. He slid your dark red laced panties off, exposing your throbbing pussy to him. "Good girl, just how I like you. Soaking just for me." He said, as he starting rubbing your already sore sensitive spot. "Mmhh-" You started moaning from finally being touched, and it felt so good. He knew exactly how to pleasure a woman. "Ah- fuck.. James- i- I mean Mr. Hetfeild-" You said. "So soon? Already stumbling on our own words are we now?" He pointed out with a twisted smile on his lips. "Oh baby this is only the begging."
He slid himself down from your heated kiss, down to your clothed pussy. He began removing your deep red laced panties, "Oh fuck, your so wet for me already baby? Just how I like it." He said pleased. He began to rub your sensitive spot, using your own secretion as lube. He began to rub your spot faster and faster, getting moans out of you more frequently. "Don't be shy princess, I want to hear your desperate moaning when I fuck your whore pussy. How long have you wanted this hmm? Let me hear it" He said. "F-fuck- mhh- i- fuck. For s-so long Mr. Hetfeild-" He started fucking you closer and closer to your orgasm. "F-fuck- jame- si-sir- please.. I'm begging you- putting it in me- please~" you begged, you couldent take him rubbing your sensitive spot so forcefully anymore, basically rubbing you to an orgasm, not even putting his dick inside of you. "Please, sir I beg you-" You called out. "He raised his body, leaving you without any friction on your pussy. "I'm going to fuck you up" He said, grabbing his dick and putting the whole length into you, giving you no time to adjust. "Gah- fuck- Mr. Hetfeild-" You cried out. He began moaning and grunting, bringing his previous orgasm up again.
He began quickening his pace, and becoming more rough with you. "Your such a good slut for me." He said, taking both of your legs and putting them over his shoulders. He began to push his dick inside you at un-eaven paces, as he began breathing heavier. "Fuck, I'm going to cum inside of you" He said, grabbing your thighs, tightening his grip. "Do it- I want you to cum inside of me Mr. Hetfeild-" You moaned out. He moaned out, filling you with his cum.
"Are you ready for round 2 angel?"