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| Welcome To Canada; One shot - James/OFC (1992) Humor, Smut. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: December 29, 2012, 7:01 pm (941 Views) | |
| CarpeDiemBaby | December 29, 2012, 7:01 pm Post #1 |
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// Sunglasses indoors.
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I wanna dedicate this to Aurore a.k.a Sekhmet49. Hope you like it! ![]() And also wanna thank Alma, for all the advices and suggestions. ![]() Sorry about any mistake. Enjoy it! ![]() Welcome To Canada (One shot - James/OFC) The bitter taste of beer ran down his throat, numbing his feelings. A familiar taste that was relaxing. He couldn't help to feel anxious or awkward in every interview that he did. Getting drunk was always a way to help with it, and this time won't be the exception. But in this occasion he wouldn't be alone or with Lars. Sometimes being in a interview with Lars was even worse than being alone, because he just had to sit there, forcing a tight-lipped smile, waiting for the drummer to answer all the questions with a big smile in his face, noticing how animated Lars was to talk about anything —it was so easy for him— while James just nodded here and there, saying a 'Yeah' or a 'Was cool'. This time Jason would be his interview-companion. Not bad. "This beer it's kind warm." complained Jason. "Yeah, mine too." said James from the chair. They two were at the greenroom, waiting for the interview. Suddenly a guy from the staff of Much Music came into the room, "Hello guys, I’m Matt, are you ready for the interview?" "I'm fucking ready since yesterday" whispered James, getting up from the chair. Jason smiled, "Yeah man, we're ready." "Cool, follow me please." The three walked through a dark hall till they reached the set. As they approached to where the huge lights pointed, James noticed that the interviewer was a chick. She was kind hot. Long, curly brown hair, nice body, red lips. Yeah, not bad at all. She was fixing her wild hair with her hands. As he walked closer to her, his gaze stopped at her tits. Obscene thoughts ran around James's mind. "Here guys," said Matt, "This is Erin, she's doing the interview." She got up from the black leather chair to shake hands with both, "Hi, I'm Erin Buckley, it's nice to finally meet you guys." "Thanks." said Jason. "My pleasure." James greeted her back. Yeah, fucking pleasure. That's what I'll give you later, bitch. James thought. "Well, boys, sit here," Matt pointed the black leather couch behind them, "We're gonna put the microphones on you and we will start in five." Before the interview began, James drank two more beers. He wanted to relax even more, the last few days had been a living hell. He had spent the whole fucking week at the hospital, checking the burn scar that ran up along his left arm, and an entire week in the hospital meant: no sex. Although, he found a young Metallica fan nurse, who selflessly offered herself to give him a blowjob, it wasn't enough for him. The interview began. It was quite normal. James was bored. Sipping from his beer for moments, nodding, smiling, joking as usual, but despite that, he didn't talk too much. This time Jason was the hero of the day. He answered almost all the questions and laughed along with Erin, who, for James, made stupid and silly questions. But he didn't care about those tiny details, his eyes were paying attention to her body language, her hand movements, flirtatious smiles, looking deep into her eyes occasionally. Naughty bitch. He thought. "Alright, we're back with Metallica here in the studio, after these commercial brake, and remember guys, there's a phone so you can call them to ask whatever you want—” "Oh God!" James joked as she giggled. "So, we will be right back" "We're off air! Where's Cecily? We need some makeup for Metallica!" Matt ordered pointing at the guys. Erin stood up and walked out of the set. Maybe she was thirsty, maybe she wanted to pee. Who the hell knows?. But she walked out sensually, balancing his tight ass just to tease James. He glared at her all the time, till she disappeared from his view. Fuck. "Great, you barely said a shit and she still wants to eat you alive." Jason whispered to him. "Does she?" he said amused. She came back and the interview began again. After few more beers and some phone calls, James was a bit drunk already. The fans asked them weird things. “Do you like Canada?”, “Will you guys play again with more speed?”, “Could you say hello to Elizabeth from me?” Even a random guy asked them, “Do you think your music would had been the same with Dave Mustaine?" making James and Jason frown. They exchanged glances question after question, each one dumber than the previous. "Alright. Do we have time for another question?" Erin asked looking for Matt. "No time, thirty seconds left." "Oh man!" complained James. "Okay so I'm gonna ask the last question, I'll be the caller," she giggled and put her hand close to her ears, faking an auricular, "Hey you guys—” Jason did the same with his hand, interrupting her, "SHLINGGGGG SHLINGGGG HELLOOOOO? What are you wearing right now?" he said as James burst out laughing. She laughed along with them, but deep inside she didn't like too much Jason's joke. When the interview was done, the guys stood up and shook hands with her. Jason went to talk with Matt and Erin approached James, who was taking off the microphone. "Need help?" she asked him. "I got it." James slid his hand under his shirt, reaching the cable and pulling the thing out of his body. She could see his well tanned abs. Now, he was the teaser. "Thanks for the interview." she said, still looking at his body. James noticed it and nodded smiling, "You're welcome." "Hmm, I was wondering if I can ask you a personal favor?" "Uh? Sure..." James knew what was coming, "What's up?" "I have some stuff in my dressing room that I'd like you to sign," Erin suggested him, as she bit her lower lip naughtily, "Could you do it?" Sign. Yeah, bitch. I'll sign that shit you have behind with my own big marker. He thought amused. "Of course." he murmured with an evil smiled in his face. James turned in Jason's direction, and made a little sign with his head towards the chick. The bassist got the message and winked at James. They walked along the dark hall, she before him. James couldn't take of his eyes from her ass that was wrapped in that tight and short leather skirt. When they arrived to her dressing room she opened the door and held it wide open, inviting James to come in. He walked in and so did she, closing with lock the door behind her. "I didn't have my albums here, but you can sign my magazine." she said, approaching to the table that was beside the wall. James was quiet. Enjoying the panorama. Erin leaned down a bit on the table, looking for the damn magazines. James's eyes were glued to her legs, checking them up and down, trying to imagine what was under that fucking skirt. Teaser. You didn't want me to sign you a shit. You want me to fuck you, don't ya? Fucking horny bitch. Thought to himself. His hand flew right to his package, already uncomfortable and tight inside his jeans. A drop of sweat rolled down his nape, tracing its way down his back. James was not going to follow her game. If they were going to play a game, it would be his game. He unzipped his jeans and took his dick in his hand, stroking it up and down, looking at the woman before him. He walked towards her, getting closer with every step. James stood behind her, close to her body, she could hear him breathing heavily. Closed her eyes and sighed. Suddenly she felt that James lifted her skirt a bit and made roll her panties down her legs till her ankles, all in one sec. She gasped in surprised. Something soft and warm peered between her thighs, going up to her pussy. Erin supported the weight of her body on the table with both hands, as she pressed her ass against him. James rubbed his hard dick on her entrance. Teasing her. "Fucking, naughty girl," he whispered, pulling her head back by the hair. His other hand holding his dick, "You wanted this, didn't you?" he asked, brushing the tip of his dick to her pussy. His hot breath sent several spasms all over her body. "Yes, I wanted it." she admitted, almost moaning, pressing her ass against him, once more. Urging him to go deep inside her. "Do you want me to fuck you?" James asked with lower voice. "Yes..." "Beg for it," he ordered, pulling harder from her hair, making her back arch. She cried in pain and pleasure, "Say it!" "I beg you to fuck me!" she shrieked, desperately. He smiled devilishly and slid his dick inside her in one breath, easily. Damn, she's so wet. She gasped as her hands gripped the table strongly. James pumped her harshly, holding her with one hand by the hair, and with the other by her hip. Her ass slammed against his body frantically, as he leaned to her neck, biting it softly. He set her hair free, and grabbed her hips with both hands, making every thrust harder and harder. The lust floated in the room accompanied by her moans and his groans. After one week in abstinence, he really missed this. Casual sex. A quick fuck. Few minutes passed as he started to feel how she got tighter around his dick. Not yet bitch. Erin started to moan louder, feeling of her orgasm forming inside. But James was still far from coming. She couldn't help it anymore, and released the knot of pleasure that he was feeling. James felt her body shake with ecstasy. He wanted to feel the climax too, so slid his dick out from her pussy. It was all hard and sticky. Slowly he rubbed it against her asshole. A thread of fear climbed her mind, "Wait..." "Shhh..." he calmed her down, "Easy, you're gonna love this" Little by little, James started to slide his dick inside her asshole, she felt a deep bend of pain mixed with pleasure and arousal, rending cries flew out from her mouth and vanished in the air. He groaned louder, like a hungry lion at the feel of climax taking shape inside him. She grabbed his hand and took it to her crotch. By reflex James immediately felt for her clit and began to stroke it, causing her to scream, then he pushed two fingers inside her pussy, still playing with her nub. Fucking shit! She was so fucking tight. James wasn't be able to handle the pleasure any longer and began to move his hips faster and rougher against her ass, feeling the blood pumping hard in his dick. As their bodies were molded together, he felt his climax coming. James pulled his dick out at the time that Erin turned to him and fell on knees, opening her mouth to welcome his warm creamy fluid in her mouth. He jerked himself off in front of her, lengthening the last spasms of pleasure he felt. She saw his chest going up and down, trying to calm his breathing and catch a break. James helped her to stand up. She tried to kiss him but he hurried away, "Whoa there! I don't fucking fancy to taste myself." "Oh yeah, sorry." she leaned to grab her panties and put it on. "Do you have a marker?" he asked as she nodded and reached to give him one. "Turn around and bend a little," he commanded and she complied. James lifted the skirt a bit and with the marker he wrote in one buttock: 'Mighty Het was here'. He smiled happy with his signing, "There you are, I signed your cheek." She smiled blushing a bit, "Nice touch, thanks." "So, are you free later?" he suddenly asked, zipping up his gray jeans. His sudden question took her by surprise, "Yeah, why?" she answered joyfully. "Just checking," James walked right to the door and opened, "I bet that Jason is gonna invite you a drink later, you know." he winked at her before close the door behind him. |
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| -DJ- | December 29, 2012, 7:45 pm Post #2 |
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Blackened
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Nice touch! and the rest was Awesome!
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| Lilith | December 29, 2012, 7:51 pm Post #3 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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Erin, you lucky lucky bitch! xDI love the fact that I can clearly picture them, having seen the interview. James thoughts are so mean, and yet so hot. Dear God! I wish I had a 'signing session' just like that, I'd tattoo that signature to keep the memory forever! I swear I would! xD I just love the fact he just does what he wants and takes her however he wishes. Just what I enjoy to read.Great job, baby! Give us some more! :horns2
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| Daughter Of Immortality | December 29, 2012, 9:02 pm Post #4 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Girl! You have such a vivid imagination. James... "Sign. Yeah, bitch. I'll sign that shit you have behind with my own big marker."
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| Sekhmet49 | January 1, 2013, 11:45 am Post #5 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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Wow.. that was.... descriptive! Very naughty, very hot! I liked it, thanks!
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