Black Star Ch. 03: Temptation

"To say the least," he said, thinking it over.

"You know she'll love it though, she enjoyed her first facial last time," Beth pushed, wanting it more than him seemingly.

"Just...all that time, with you around I don't know if I can make it," he said, knowing his self control and lack of discipline at times, like when he'd tried to quit smoking once before.

"I'll do it with you," Beth said, knowing it'd be easier if they did it together. He thought about it more, then agreed to it, that after that night he'd save himself. Beth agreed to that, and then was subjected to a very hard fuck by him, since it was the last chance he'd get with her for the best part of a fortnight, and she absolutely loved it and realised what she'd be giving up for Avril to get a blast in the face. Biting a pillow as his cock slid into her tight ass in their second session of the night, she knew she'd be desperate for him to screw her by the time Avril Lavigne was in their midst.

The next day they both ached, Beth especially, her arse having been absolutely pounded by him the previous night. The next ten days or so before the concert were frustrating and tough for them to go through, as even snuggling up with her gave him a hardon, which she could do nothing to remedy despite lightly stroke at, which was far more a tease than any help. She was frustrated too, wanting it inside her, or him to go down on her, anything, but they denied themselves, getting through it by assuring him it was worth it and that Avril wouldn't know what hit her. Beth let him out of the routine of shaving her pussy for her, something she'd asked of him after knowing what he did to Avril, but she did spend the time teasing a bit with a few sexy pictures and texts. He protested, but she gave the excuse that keeping him interested would help to build up a bigger load for Avril's pretty face. He wasn't sure it was true.

By the halfway point however they couldn't take it anymore. Both of them were frustrated and grumpy, starting to snap and snipe at each other without meaning to. He felt a deep, soulful need to screw Beth, and frankly she felt the same for him. One night, after she slid into bed beside him, he made a move on her, taking charge and pulling her powerfully to him, kissing her passionately, his tongue delving into her mouth. She couldn't resist; she loved to be dominated and taken a bit roughly and with passion she could be swept up with, and right now he was more than delivering on that as he kissed her hard, shuddering and wettening as he kissed down her neck.

"Baby we can't, what about Avril," she breathed, a token protest though she knew this flight was barrelling down the runway now for a take-off. His response was to grab her long, luxurious hair and yank her head back with a sudden tug that made her almost grunt in lust, biting her neck hard, making her arch with need as he pinned her down onto the bed, kissing her again as he slid between her legs, his cock incredibly hard as he pushed it down over her slick pussy, both of them gasping at the sensation. He was about to slide inside her when she managed to find the resolve to stop him, grabbing his cock firmly, relishing the feel of it properly in her hand as she managed to speak to him.

"Avril, think of Avril, you don't want to waste this," she breathed, wishing she wasn't saying those words right then.

"Thinking of Avril won't make it go away that's for sure," he said with a cheeky grin. Beth just smiled, holding onto him.

"I know, but you want this for her," Beth said, still stroking carefully.

"Don't you want it?" he asked directly, his hand still in her hair.

"So much," she whispered. He moved to take command again, but she stopped him, thinking it over for a moment.

"You can fuck me as long as you don't come," she said, looking into his eyes.

"But Beth..." he started, but she cut him off.

"No, I want you to save it for Avril. I want to see you blow that big load on her face," she said clearly, stating just how much she wanted to see him give the Canadian star a facial.

"I won't, I'll keep control," he said, knowing his stamina, even if he did need it so much right now his cock ached.

"We know what we're like, we can't take that risk. So to do this you'll have to wear..." she said, leaning over to the side and fumbling in the drawer, "these," she finished, holding up two black rubber cock rings. He didn't take them, and she reached down to stretch them onto him, a larger one first with a slightly tighter one ahead of it.

"I'll be alright without them," he said as she settled them in place, feeling how hard he was and knowing they'd do the trick to control him.

"I want to come from this, you'll have to nail me properly, so you've gotta wear these. Just be happy I'm not making you wear a rubber as well," she said with a playful flick of her tongue. He took charge again now, pushing her down onto the bed and kissing her deeply again, feeling her respond now, unreserved, trusting him to handle things as he rolled his hips to let his steel-hard cock push down between her silky thighs. With a little push he was inside her, gasping at her deliciously wet, juicy pussy around him, feeling her muscles immediately clench on him as he penetrated her.

"Fuck..." she breathed, feeling him immediately bury himself inside her, his thick manhood stretching her out, feeling it swell and slide inside her, realising just how badly she missed it after only a few days. She needed this, despite feeling bad that he wouldn't get to finish. He'd still enjoy it though, demonstrated by the way he was thrusting into her, still holding her hair tightly as he powerfully took her body, dominating her just how she liked as he took what he could get right now. Her pussy felt sublime around him, so tight and wet, easily accommodating him but still making him stretch her to do it. It felt great, but he could tell the rings would hold him back for a good long time, so he decided to put it to use. After all, she had asked to be nailed, so who was he to disappoint her.

Pushing up from her, he put his hands onto her shoulders to pin her hard to the bed, making it clear he had total control as he thumped himself into her harder, making her take every inch of him now, feeling her arch and push towards him, loving every stroke of him inside her. She didn't need any more stimulation; just the feel of his thick cock in her was enough, making her feel alive with pleasure as he pumped on her hard.

"Harder, fuck me harder," she breathed, unable to resist near begging him to satisfy her. Right now she needed all he had, especially with his super hard cock, intensified by the tight rings around it. He made her gasp and surge up ineffectually as he suddenly pulled out of her, giving her no time to keep up as he suddenly rolled her over and lifted her into doggy style, swiftly sinking himself into her, full depth this time, the position offering him access to her entirety.

"How you doing baby?" she managed to gasp as he pumped into her, driving down across her G-spot and making he shudder with pleasure.

"Shut up, Beth," he growled, his mere tone enough to make a shiver of excitement course through her taut, glistening body. She did as she was told, save her sounds of pleasure and endurance as he fucked her, his strong hands holding her hips, then sliding to her waist to get a tight hold on her as he pumped his manhood deep into her, driving his hips into her firm, rounded ass with his rapid strokes. He knew exactly how to get her, and with powerful drives down over her G-spot and hard, thumping bursts of thrusts into her deeply she was driven to her climax. She tried to hold it back, wanting him to enjoy her as much as he could, but there came a point where she simply couldn't prevent it bursting over her, the powerful orgasm of ecstasy and release bursting from her soul, deep in her body, erupting up through her entire being.

With loud cries of pleasure that were sure to wake the neighbours, Beth shuddered and struggled through her orgasm, her body just losing control, leaving him to hold and control her as he continued to pump into her squeezing pussy, loving the sensation of her muscles clenching and grabbing at him as she climaxed, her pussy never tighter than at that moment. He was loving the feel of her on his cock, the heat and slickness as he thrust deep into her, burying himself fully with every powerful thrust that shoved her up the bed slightly as she dropped onto it, her head in the covers, totally exhausted from his pace and stamina, along with her climax.

She could sense him getting a little harder though, and his energy and focus were immense. It was behaviour she knew well, and she knew that if he continued much longer she'd be on the receiving end of his massive orgasm, with an already big load that by now shoot into her so hard he'd probably pass out. It's not that she didn't want that in her, but she couldn't let him, they had bigger plans, and she reluctantly reached back to stop his hips, pulling forward off him so he sprung from her pussy, sticking right up. Beth felt an immediate rush of jealousy, that this huge climax of his and its massive load were going to be enjoyed by Avril Lavigne and not her, but she quickly put it from her mind, focussing on him and the frustration he was feeling.

"That was fucking great," she breathed, turning round to him, talking hold of him and jerking him off firmly, making him push a little to her hand.

"Yeah...for you," he grumbled slightly.

"I know baby, but it'll be worth it when you're busting it in Avril's eye," she purred with a smile. He couldn't help but smile as she pulled the rings off him, making him feel immediately relief at the freedom, then give a groan of pleasure as she slipped him into her mouth, sucking firmly at him and bobbing up and down steadily. She worked her tongue stud strongly as she tasted her juices on him, loving them, kind of wishing they were Avril's in a switch from her momentary jealousy just before as she sucked him off, his hands pushing into her hair for a couple of minutes before she slowed and succulently let him out of her mouth with a pout of her lips.

"Just a bit more," he said, pushing his fingers through her long hair.

"No baby, you only want to finish, you know that," she said, rolling onto her back on the bed. He slid down, still rock hard, to sit beside her.

"Yeah, well, not such an unreasonable request," he said. He couldn't help but be grumpy. Beth could understand it, and didn't push him for anything else, it was the natural reaction.

"You have to suffer this, but you get to fuck Avril Lavigne at the end of it. Nobody else gets to do that," she offered, urging him down into the bed to lie next to her.

"True," he conceded.

"And after you're done with her, you can go back to fucking me as much as you like," she said with a smile, before leaning over to kiss him on the cheek.

"Oh I will," he said, and the tone in his voice told Beth he had some things in mind for when he could do that. She'd look forward to them, as she turned the light off and snuggled into the bed, giving him a deep kiss before resting quietly on the pillows. He was restless, and she felt him shifting around a lot, but drifted off into sleep easily post-orgasm, as he lay frustrated in bed, staring at the ceiling of the darkened room.

The rest of the week was just as tough, with Beth dressing as sexily as she ever did, and sending him teasing texts and pictures, enjoying wiggling back into him when they were cuddling in bed. Despite what she said, it was clear she was loving it, almost like a punishment because he was going to bang Avril. He just got through by thinking of that, that he'd get to do something nobody else in his position did, but also to see his fondly remembered tattooed rock chick. The night of the concert finally arrived at the end of the week, wrapping up his torture and leaving him to think of her tight body and what he could do to her.

Beth had him shave her pussy with his straight razor for the occasion, leaving her incredibly smooth and him unbearably hard, prior to them getting into the shower together. Beth teasingly gave him a soapy handjob, just gently, to give him a bit of stimulation and help get him started. She said it would be best to keep him horny until Avril, as it'd help him blow a good load for her, as he was kissing and nibbling at her neck and making it very difficult for her not to just go down and suck him. He assured her that if she didn't stop teasing right now, he would have his way with her whether she wanted it or not. She smiled, of course she wanted it, but they had worked too hard to blow it now, and she let her hand slide reluctantly from his manhood and they finished their shower.

Beth dressed in a sexy hot pink thong with a little black bow on the front, and a pair of fishnet hold-up stockings. She didn't wear a bra, instead opting to contain her firm C-cups inside a strapless black pinstripe corset dress, slipping herself into it and then lacing up the black ribbon in the mirror as he got dressed. It wasn't a full on corset, of which she had a few, but it gave a nice squeeze to her body, pulling her in and pushing her up, defining her slender waist, pushing up her ample boobs and accentuating her curvy hips. She knew plenty of men would give her a glance tonight, but she only wanted the one who already had her. It was nice to get interest though.

He watched his sexy girlfriend getting dressed, checking her stockings and letting him get a look up her dress at her sexy panties as she sat down to pull her footwear on, which were a pair of high-heeled ankle boots, made of black leather with laces all up the front and a stiletto heel at the back. It was an erotic blend of gothic style and feminine sexiness, and took her several minutes to lace herself into them, slipping her fishnet-covered foot into the first one. Once they were on they wouldn't be off again till she got home, something that he knew well as he'd once felt them pulled around him when they'd had a vigorous, passionate fuck after a night out and she'd not wanted to waste time taking them off first.

He just put on a smart pair of black jeans with a nice dark grey short-sleeved shirt, a simple chain round his neck as always. Kicking on his Skechers, he was ready, leaving Beth eyeing him with playful hate at how easily he got ready, swiftly sorting his hair and then waiting for her.

They had plenty of time though, and after they were ready and made sure they had the tickets and special backstage passes, they got a taxi to the arena for Avril's concert. Hundreds of Avril Lavigne fans were milling about outside and in the venue, not at their seats, some clearly completely obsessed with the Canadian star and others far more normal and everyday. He mused that the obsessed ones, no matter how they stalked her, would never get see even a fraction of what he had of her real self, and her gorgeous body. Just the thought of it was enough to get him going a bit, and he pushed the thoughts of Avril to the edge of his mind as Beth led him with her soft hand, going to the bar for a drink.

Several guys looked at Beth, some attempting to be subtle, mostly the ones with girlfriends, more than one of which elbowed them in the ribs for looking at her, and others quite blatantly staring. Beth didn't acknowledge it, letting them look, after all she was sexily dolled up for the night, but it was for her man and Avril Lavigne, not that anyone besides them would ever know that. They got themselves a drink and then headed in to find their seats. After a wait the support act got on, someone they'd never heard of trying to break into the industry. They were alright though, and he and Beth chatted, avoiding the obvious, scintillating subject of Avril and what might go on backstage once they got to her. There was a while before Avril got on stage, the crowd going through periods of chanting for her and quieter times of waiting, anxious to see their idol on the stage.

Eventually, the arena darkened, immediately electrifying the crowd, the flashes of cameras bursting all over the sea of people. A huge surge of noise accompanied the start of her first song, opening with "Girlfriend" to massive appreciation as she emerged on stage in tight jeans and top, microphone in hand and got to work. He and Beth cheered her onto the stage, before he drew her to him with arm around her waist, feeling her push her booty back teasingly into his crotch with a little wiggle.

"Don't start that," he murmured in her ear. She leaned her head back onto his shoulder with a grin, offering him a great view down her dress at her pushed up boobs.

"Everyone's watching Avril, nobody will notice," she whispered, rocking her ass back into him. He couldn't resist and just let her, his hand straying from her waist upwards to cup her breast, before giving a squeeze, making her reach to stop him.

"Hey, you said nobody would notice," he said with a cheeky smile. She lowered her hand and smiled, glancing to see that indeed, as she'd said, nobody was watching them, all focussed on the Canadian star on stage.

The concert was fantastic, as he'd expected, with Avril right on song, and dressed in a sequence of sexy outfits as she belted out her biggest hits as the crowd lapped it up. He pulled Beth close during "I'm with you" as they swayed, feeling her shrink into his arms as he did, pausing to enjoy a long, romantic kiss afterwards. They weren't that close to the stage, but it was just being there, hearing her, the atmosphere that counted, and it was certainly a great gig. Made even better by the fact that Beth was with him, someone to share the moment with, and teasing him at numerous opportunities.

For much of the concert she kept him at least semi hard, getting him fully up more than once, by doing thing such as suddenly guiding his hand under the front of her skirt and directly onto her sexy underwear, and later actually pulling his hand into them, feeling how perfectly smooth he'd got her. This combined with lots of sexy little comments about their upcoming encounter with Avril kept him pumped right up, which Beth said would be ideal, as it would mean he'd blow a huge load on her face. It might've been true, but it didn't make for the most comfortable gig, and he didn't focus on the music as much as he should have, though he was hardly unhappy to have this hot, horny brunette with him to distract from it. He could still glance up to see Avril though over her head, taking moments to think of her as Beth teased and stimulated him.

As it came to a close and wrapped up, Avril thanked her fans after her encore and skipping energetically off stage, letting everyone see her sexy ass bounce, her little skirt flicking up to almost offer people a tantalising glance at her tight booty, but never quite enough. Not that they were close enough that he could actually see anything anyway. They waited a few minutes for the huge throng of fans to vacate the arena as the lights came up, dispelling the atmosphere, and let Avril get off stage and organised, before approaching the security near the stage and showing their passes, where they'd been told to go. After a brief inspection of their VIP tickets, and a good look down Beth's dress and at her kinky footwear by the security guys, they were waved through and escorted by a runner through the brightly lit corridors backstage to Avril's dressing room, where he knocked.

"VIP ticket holders, to meet you," he said through the door.

"Come in," Avril called, the sound of her voice immediately exciting both of them, a rush into his chest as he heard her sexy tones, calling up memories of the two incredible nights he'd spent with her. Avril knew it was them, because she hadn't authorised any other VIP "Meet Avril!" tickets for this event deliberately. Feeling the excitement herself, she shivered as the door was opened, and she clapped her big eyes on Beth, his sexy brunette lover. Their eyes met, and then Avril couldn't help but look down, drinking her in; her sexy dress, pushing her up and making it clear she had no bra on, her lightly laced-in waist and the floaty skirt over her sexy fishnets and her kinky black boots.