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I'm The One Who Waits For You...; Metallica, Iron Maiden, James/OFC
Topic Started: November 24, 2009, 5:26 pm (66,460 Views)
Lilith
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OMG! OMG!! OMG!!! :o

Oh, God! Olya, please next update! :heart: :horns2
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tuesday's gone
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Playing rough in a women's bathroom? Come on :blink:
Why didn't she force the truth out of her husband for a change? :rolleyes:

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Harvester of Sorrow
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Fuck. James...Lars...what the fuck? :(

I have to agree with Bo, she needs to be rough on James. It's going way too far. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't like it if she was cheating...

This is a mean cliff hanger.
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tuesday's gone
February 16, 2011, 4:06 am
Playing rough in a women's bathroom? Come on :blink:
Why didn't she force the truth out of her husband for a change? :rolleyes:

Totally agree. After all, it's he who is married ... :rolleyes:


I hope you update soon! I miss your fanfics Olya!! :horns: :heart:
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Christine
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Sorry for missing few updates :blush:

This was interesting. Can't wait for more!
But Angel should go down on James too!
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January 24, 2011, 7:48 pm
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I think this says it all. Thanks Trin. :biggrin
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Olyamet
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Jäger.....

Thanks girls!!!
Love you all!
:heart: :heart: :heart:

Woohooo, Lori is baaaack!! :biggrin


Okay, here is more. Don't kill me...













(James' POV)




When I saw Renee at the party, I couldn't help but feel the deep pain of guilt of a long forgotten deed. She was in the same room with my wife and it made me feel very uneasy. I tried my best to to avoid her and prayed to God my wife never notices the change in my behavior. I couldn't tell her the truth, I was too embarrassed... if only I could turn back time to when it all started and erase it... if only... I stood in the garage pretending to listen to Matt and letting the memory of the past start to play in my mind.


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I hung up the phone after we said our goodbyes with Angel and finished the bottle of whiskey. It was the second one this evening. I left the party and found quiet place with dim lights to make my phone call, I hadn't seen my wife in two months, she was in the middle of her tour in Japan, and I was stuck in Europe. She was in a bar and there was no way to do our usual booty call with so many people around her. Fuck! Jerking off solo it is.

I considered to going to my hotel room and doing it there, but I was too wasted to get up. The room was empty, my dick was half hard and I needed release. I opened my zipper and was about to get started when the door flew open and Lars stumbled in with a half naked blonde. They didn't pay any attention to whether or not they were alone and I smirked when he pushed her down on the floor.

“Master wants me?” The girl submissively lowered her head in front of Lars and I almost snorted. Master? Nice game.

“Did I give you permission to focking speak to me, bitch?” I could hear the dominance in my friend's calm voice. I knew that voice very well, cocaine. Should I stay and watch, like the good old days, with the Ednas on the bus? Nice visual aid. Meanwhile, Lars quickly undid his pants, smoothed precum on his dick, and in one rough move, shoved it all into the girl's mouth. His hands gripped at her hair as he started moving fast, slamming her face onto him.

They were standing not far from me, giving me a perfect view of Lars' dick sliding in and out of his toy's lips. I felt a rush of heat, my hand worked my length in fast strokes, and my eyes glued to the act in front of me. At one point my eyes drifted up from the woman's head and I met my friend eyes, watching me. I didn't get embarrassed by my actions, nothing he or I ever saw or did made me embarrassed. When we were young, it was the normal thing, no shame, no modesty. Just a bus full of naked groupies and a fuck fest to the drunk coma.

He winked at me and pulled out. The girl didn't move from her position, still on her knees, arms at her sides. He tightened his grip on her hair and pulled her head up.

“Suck his dick.” He motioned in my direction and started walking toward me without releasing his grip on her hair, she followed him on her knees.

I stood up with the intention to leave, but he pushed her head to me, readjusting his grip so he could hold her from behind, moving her face to my groin. Her lips immediately crowned my dick and I left the strong urge and thrust in.

Lars pushed her to me and I slid in deeper, releasing low growl of pleasure. Her mouth readjusted to the different size as she sucked my flesh in. Lars pulled her back and pushed onto me again before letting go of her. I wrapped her long hair around my fist and pulled her to me, bucking my hips forward. Her lips slid all the way to the base, my tip hitting her throat, and I threw my head back, enjoying the sensation.

“That's right... suck him hard...” Lars stepped back, watching us closely and stroking himself, then pulled her hips up and pulled her panties off. He slammed into her from behind, pushing her further onto me and joining the rhythm I'd set. The girl winced at his roughness and spread her legs, bracing her hands on my hips for balance.

After a few minutes of silent animal frenzy, interrupted only by our growls and the sounds of flesh hitting flesh, she started to moan with pleasure and Lars slapped her ass.

“I didn't give you focking permission to come. You'll suck his dick and be quiet! After he's done fucking you, you can beg me to finish you off.”

My balls tensed up with my upcoming release and I pushed deeper, increasing my movements. I burst deep into her throat, not in a hurry to let go of her hair. Lars continued pounding her from behind, speeding up and moaning.

“Swallow... every last... drop of him...” His breathing came out in gasps.

I let go of her hair and let her slide off me, but stay there while she clung to me for support. Lars started blabbering something in Danish, his eyes turned bleary, and soon, with a last deep thrust, he screamed out his release.

Later, we continued in his hotel room and well into the next day. Renne was the agency escort that specialized on special requests and her topic was submission. Kind of a slave for a fee. She was good at what she did, a pro, with talented ways to please the master or masters. The feel of total domination, the things we could asked her to do was too much of a temptation. I could tell her to suck off Lars in the car or elevator or back stage, with people around, and she would do it without the slightest resistance.

She became our frequently hired little toy, and soon the whole band was involved in this madness, reliving our days of youth. Once I went as far as telling her to give a blow job to Lars in the middle of a gig, and she did it, hiding behind his drums. I had no idea how he didn't loss his beat. She was there, ready for us when we got off stage for short breaks, leaving Jason to play his doodle.

We managed to keep it a secret, since I was married and Kirk had a girlfriend, Jason and Lars were the only ones singe and guilt free. Of course, the crew knew, but we never had to worry about them talking. I always thought of it as harmless fun, no feelings involved, I didn't consider it cheating. Angel was fine with groupies, but there was always a danger of some girl opening her big mouth to the press. Renne was less risky and more compliant. One thing we knew was that our 'slave' was interested in keeping it a secret as much as we were.

I don't know how long all this would've continue if Kirk's back then girlfriend didn't find out. She went absolutely fucking crazy and shaved his head out of jealousy and madness while he was passed out. Somehow, it blew over me, thank God, Angel never got too friendly with Christen. And today, I couldn't help but feel the doom of the long forgotten past coming back to punish me. Fuck...

My mind returned from the memory haze and I saw Renne approaching me. What the fuck was wrong with her? She knew better than to just boldly talk to me. She came closer and I noticed tears in her eyes.

“I'm sorry, she made me tell her...” She breathed out.

“Tell who what?” I felt sick to my stomach, feeling the cold fingers of fear closing around my throat.

“Your wife... she cornered me and... she said she would kill me... I saw it in her eyes, it wasn't just an empty threat... I'm sorry...”

Oh dear God... no... My heart jumped into my chest and heavily flop down, my mouth suddenly went dry and I desperately tried to swallow.

“What did you tell her?”

“Everything... I told her everything... I saw her leave... that's why I came to tell you... I'm sorry...” She turned and almost ran away, leaving me standing with one thought pulsating in my mind. She knew I lied to her... I should've just told her the truth... it was so long ago...Why didn't I tell her the fucking truth? She would never forgive me for lying... it's the end.



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namenlos
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Wow, two guys, one girl... always a hot scenario. :drool But... what "different size"? Bigger? :biggrin Hehehe, sorry. :rolleyes:

The shit's gonna hit the fan, methinks. :o
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Lilith
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:drool :drool :drool :drool :drool :drool :drool

dearjesuscrist!

I want to be that woman, GOD!

I'm not thinking properly right now... :biggrin

Poor James, I hope he can make Angel forgive him. :(

More SOON! :horns2
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Sex part, no words enough. Thank you :drool


The rest: OH FUCK SHIT FUCK, tension approaching :ugh:
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Lenne13
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Ohooo... Hot chapter... :drool :drool :drool

Well, well James..... One day we have to answer for our actions ... Let's see how Angel will react with all this information... :rolleyes:

Thank you Olya!!! :heart:

Hope you can update soon!! :biggrin
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tuesday's gone
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she adjusted to a different size LMAO! Of course she adjusted to bigger...

I loved the threesome, though in my mind I changed one of the male participants and no, it was not James I replaced, but I think you know that already :biggrin

OK, you have my attention *crosses legs and waits for an update*
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Izzy
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sorry I missed a few parts :blush:

The sex... HOT!! :drool

but I smell trouble now :ugh:


MORE!!! :horns2
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Auluna Raie
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Dead Hetfield Walking! TAKE COVER!!! *dives into bomb shelter*
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Olyamet
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Jäger.....

Okay, finally I have more.

Thanks for waiting and thanks for reading!
Love you girls!
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More.












(Jason's POV)




I was still pissed off after my talk with James a few days earlier about my intention to release an album with Echobrain. He had put his foot down as 'not fucking going to happen' and was firm in his decision. He felt that despite his own works on the side, mine was somehow more than a just a side project. His point of view was clear. He said his other works didn't carry his name on their albums and he didn't help sell them. He said that my work was taking away from the strength of Metallica. Bull shit!

Why did it always have to be like that? As if it wasn't not enough I always felt the shadow of Cliff on stage, but from the very first day I got James' take on my input into our band and his exact words were: 'My band, my rules!' No fucking way for me to release my creativity, I felt trapped, constricted, suffocated! I found a way to get it out with other bands and James wouldn't have it. What should I do, give in and forget about it or stand my ground and see what would happen?

With a heavy heart I wandered down the streets of San Francisco, trying to come up with a decision. Deep in my thoughts, I stumbled into a car that was parked on the street, right at the entrance of the bar, halfway on the side walk. Did some drunk asshole try to drive into the bar in the car? He must've been very thirsty. I looked at the car in front of me one more time. Wait, I know this car... it's James'... great, he's pissed drunk somewhere in here. Fucking dream come true. Better avoid him in that state. The door to the bar opened, letting out some giggling couple and I heard chanting.

“Drink, drink, drink, drink...”

What's going on in there? I made my way inside, trying not to get too much attention, but as soon as I looked beyond the crowd I stopped dead in my tracks. What the fuck? Angel was standing on the bar stand with a bottle of tequila in her mouth. She finished it and looked over the crowd with a drunk smirk.

“Nope... didn't even touch it... I need more!”

“Go Hell Angel!” The crowd answered and the bartender opened another bottle.

Some guy reached for Angel's leg and she kicked him back, laughing. “Fuck off!”

I quickly pushed my way to the front. Meanwhile, she started another bottle under the cheers of onlookers.

“Angel, what the fuck are you doing?” I stepped closer and basically yanked her off the bar.

“Jason! Le's driiiink!” She giggled and fell into my arms.

“What the fuck, let her finish!” A heavy set biker stood up from the bar stool, towering over me.

“She's fucking done, the show is over.” I held her in my arms, making my way to the entrance under the disappointed booing of the bar. She giggled and turned to the bar.

“Who said I'm done? I'm not nerty... muh... ne-ar-ly... as numb... hic.. as I wanna be.” Her tongue tripped over the words.

“What the hell is going on?”

“Nothing... just don't want to... feel...” She turned to me and I saw tears in her eyes.

“Where's James?”

“James? Dunno... probably somewhere... lying about not fucking anyone.. hic... you know... he's a liar... he would look right into your eyes, with his baby blues... and just like that...” She tried to snap her fingers, holding her hand in front of my face.

“Doesn't fucking.. work... can't show you.. fucking fingers are drunk... well, you get the idea... bam... lie. And you never knew it was coming... until it hits you.. hic... right here...” She hit her chest with a fist.

“Hurts like hell... can't breath... it's like a... like a big fat arrow... lie arrow... fucking feathers and all... so fucking funny how it's all is... hic...” She closed her eyes and dropped her head on my shoulder. I tried to stand her up to free my hand to manipulate the passenger side door. She slid down laughing and I caught her just as she was about to hit the pavement. Fuck! Somehow I managed to get her in the car and she turned to me.

“Don't take me home... please... I can't go there... anywhere, but home...”

“Angel, James is probably going crazy, let me at least call him.”

“No fucking way!”

“Angel...”

“Jason... take me out of this... can you? Take me somewhere far... somewhere... where I can just die... somewhere he'll never find me... I can't... I can't see him right now... it hurts too much...”

“I'll take you to my place... tell me what the hell happened?”

“You know what happened, you were part of it... I know, the whore told me... you all knew... you all fucked her... for years... same whore... tell me, you're a guy right? Tell me... if you had a wife, who loves you, would you cheat? No... don't answer... I forgave him everything... when is it enough? I even forgave him when he... when he... hurt me...”

“Angel, what the fuck are you talking about? James loves you more than anything!”

“Apperenf... apperantfff... oh fuck it... he doesn't loves me enough to tell me the truth...”

“Angel, you're wrong, I know, he loves you to death.”

“Not enough...”

“I don't know what brought all this about, I was with him at all times on the tours... and I know he did some stupid shit, but rarely... Angel, he... you said you were okay with that... and...”

“I was okay with the groupies... they're nothing... I know that, I see that all the time, I know how it is... some girl flashes her tits at my guys and their dicks act before their drunk minds... they never remember the names or faces of those cocksuckers... they're discarded like a used condom as soon as they're off their dicks. This was different! This was intended! He wanted her over and over again, the same woman! He planned and looked forward to fucking her for years! She was... she was... Jason, she was the OTHER WOMAN! He chose her over me...” Angel closed her eyes and I saw tears running down her face, her eyes flew open and she looked at me. “Is she better than me? Tell me... if you were in his place... would you loved me enough?”

“I always did...” The answer flew off my lips before I even comprehended the meaning of the words I said. Fuck... I held my breath and looked at Angel, her deep green eyes blinked as she smiled at me.

“You're a good guy Jason... good friend...” Her head slid off the back of the seat, hitting the car window and she drifted away in a drunk haze. I sat her up and she slid to the other side, falling on my shoulder and I froze, looking at her face so close to mine for the first time ever. Her long wet lashes twitched and her lips parted just inches from mine.

“I would give up the whole world for you...” My fingers hovered above her lips, not daring to touch and I lowered my lips, stopping just a hair away. No... Jason... don't go there... You are a good guy... she's hurting and drunk... you can't... not like this, not stealing... Come on, just one kiss... you've longed for that so many years... just a taste... No... I pulled back, carefully pushing Angel back to her seat and started the car. Fuck...

I'm a fucking good guy... I would never... as pissed off at James as I was right now, I would never do that to him. I know just how much that stupid, lucky son of the bitch loves her, and I know how much she loves him. Here is your answer Jason... it was always like this, and it will never change. His band, his rules, his music, his wife... all his and you can't have it.

Lost in my thoughts, I arrived to my house, parked the car, and pulled my cell phone out. I turned it off this evening, not wanting to talk to anyone, just trying to think everything clearly and now... Fuck... I should call him. I turned my phone on and froze... no.. she asked me not to... Fuck! What should I do? The phone came alive in my hands, making me jump and I saw James' name flashing on the screen. Fuck! I looked at Angel, then back at the phone, and pushed the disconnect button. Shit! The last thing I wanted was to be in the middle of this... I just wish it was me with her... all those years... I'm going to call James later, when she's asleep, and when he comes to my place I'm going to fucking kill him for hurting her like that. Angel opened her eyes and looked out of the car window.

“Where are we?”

“My house... “ I opened the door and helped her out.

“Oh.. right... do you have something to drink?”

“I have coffee.”

“Only if you put some cyanide in it... have anything that burns? I need to be numb... don't judge me Jason... don't fucking do that... I'm in pain and I want it to stop!” The tears rolled from her eyes, dropping from her face. I'm going to fucking kill him!

We settled in the kitchen with a half-full bottle of whiskey and Angel finally told me everything that happened. Renee... I completely forgot about her... shit... I sighed and looked at my phone.

“Angel... let me call James... please, you two need to talk and--”

“No! Jason... I can't see him right now, I just can't!”

“Angel, you left him without saying anything, he's worried sick, he--”

“Don't give a fuck. Now, give me something more to drink, this is bloody empty.” She slammed empty whiskey bottle on the table. “Or let me drive to the nearest bar, seems like the more I drink the sober I get...”

“Yeah, right, sober... I would never let you drive like this... but really, you should stop... get some sleep an--”

“No, I need more.”

“Let me at least tell him you're safe... just that, not telling where you are or just--”

“Jason, do you know me? Do you know what I'm like when I'm angry at someone? I'm beyond angry, beyond pissed off. I left so fast for one and one reason only... if I would've stayed for one more second...” She closed her eyes and when she opened them again I shivered when I saw them burning with hate. “I would've killed that bitch. I had to pull all my strength to just walk away. You have no idea now hard it was for me...”



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