"Damn My Pervy Eyes"

I saw Charli XCX from across the bar, a crowd of party-goers between us. It was your standard downtown Los Angeles urban club: packed to the brim, drunk people dancing, music almost too loud to hear yourself think, etc. It was the launch party for her latest album, 'XCX 3'.

Being a music producer in LA I had attended heaps of these gigs and initially I expected this one to be no different; get a little drunk, make connections with musicians and other industry professionals, and maybe, if I was lucky, pick up a girl on my way out. However, my expectations were quickly proven wrong.

The British pop-star was wearing her usual style of clothing, and by that, I mean not much at all. An extra short white tennis skirt and a silver bikini top barely covering her ample breasts. Aside from a few pieces of jewellery and a pair of white trainers, those were the only items covering her slim figure.

I was having trouble keeping my eyes off her. She was dancing on a stage in the center of the room, the song '1999' playing in the background. Worrying I was about to start looking like a creep, I went over to the bar, ordered a drink and sat down.

Things were going pretty much as I expected; I had a few drinks and exchanged details with some musicians at the bar. I even had my eye on a young woman across from me. During this time however, I kept looking back and staring at Charli dancing on the stage and couldn't help but feel incredibly aroused by her figure. The way her breasts bounced and jiggled to the beat of the song, the brief glimpses of her round ass I would get when her skirt lifted. Before long I realized my dick was at half-mast.

I tried to ignore it, but I couldn't help but occasionally look back at the 26 year old beauty dancing on stage. I entertained the thought of bringing Charli back to my apartment, but quickly realized I didn't even stand a chance. Clearing the thought from my head, I realized I was ready (i.e., drunk enough) to get up and mingle. I was about to stand up as I felt somebody brush by my shoulder and take a seat next to me. I looked to my left and nearly shit myself. It was Charli XCX. Holy shit. When did she leave the stage?

"I'd like to have a word with you," Charli declared.

"What about?" I replied, simultaneously trying to collect myself and not sound like the asshole creep who had been staring at her chest for the past quarter hour.

"Don't play dumb. Do you really think I couldn't see you staring at me?" she asked, baffled.

At this point I was nervous as hell. I didn't consider the fact she could notice me, I was too busy ogling her breasts and hoping for another glimpse at her butt to even care. Maybe she was aware of it the entire time, frankly I doubt I was being very subtle. Damn my pervy eyes. I decided to play ignorant.

"Uh... I'm not sure what you mean," I finally managed to stammer out.

"Oh please, I'm not blind, anyone would have noticed the way you were eye fucking me. But don't misunderstand me," Charli murmured as she put her hand on my thigh, leaning close to my ear.

"I love when men stare at me like I'm a whore. Why do you think I dress like such a slut? I love knowing that so many men want to empty their balls in me. On my face, in my mouth, in my ass," she whispered in my ear. Goosebumps traveled along my body.

"So, the question is. . . what do you want to do to me?"

Leaning back, she began moving her hand up my thigh, approaching my rapidly hardening cock. Upon reaching my member, she gave me a sultry smile and gripped its outline, further hardening it within the confines of my jeans. Gently stroking the length of my 7" shaft, she grinned in approval. She was clearly enjoying this.

I couldn't even believe this was happening. Was I dreaming? If I was, I hoped I never woke up. Everyone was either too busy dancing or too drunk to care about what was happening in front of the bar, so I couldn't count on them for a reality check. I soon realized I didn't care, and that if this was a dream there was no use wasting it. With the alcohol having fully set in, any doubts I might have had cleared away along with my inhibitions.

"Why don't we go somewhere quieter?" I suggested, grinning.

"That sounds great," she said with a wink, giving my cock a squeeze before we both stood up.

I grabbed her hand and led her into the men's bathroom, pulling her into an empty stall. It was dimly lit, with graffiti decorating the walls. After locking the door, I pushed her against the wall and kissed her deeply. My hands roamed her body, pulling her hair and groping her breasts, finally making their way underneath her tennis skirt, squeezing and massaging her well-proportioned ass. Her hand resumed caressing my dick through my jeans, gripping and squeezing along the whole shaft.

After a minute of this, I stopped her. I ran my fingers over her lips, gently pulling at them with my thumb. They practically looked like they were made for sucking dick. She immediately understood what I wanted. We swiveled around, my back against the wall and her in front of me, leaning into my dick.

"You know, thinking about it, it was a bit rude you didn't buy me a drink at the bar," she flirted, winking and sticking her tongue out playfully.

"That's OK though, I'm sure you've got plenty for me to drink down here, right?" she suggested innocuously, giving my cock a squeeze and shooting me with her most innocent look, fluttering her long eyelashes.

She sunk to her knees in front of me, caressing my dick through my jeans on the way down. She undid the belt buckle, then the top button and then slowly pulled down the zipper. Grabbing the top of my pants and underwear, she pulled them down in one swift movement, revealing my hardened cock, flicking upwards to meet her at eye-level. I lifted my shirt so that it wouldn't get in the way. A glob of precum was already present on the surface.

"Wow, you're already rigged to blow, aren't you?" Charli teased as she looked up and down my shaft. She opened her mouth and breathed hot air onto my cockhead.

"Just don't explode too fast," she requested as she ran her soft fingers along my shaft. It twitched in response, invoking a sultry smile from Charli.

"If I'm getting a free drink out of this I should have to work for it, right?" she queried, smirking, her eyes locked on mine. Her lips approached my swollen cockhead, starting by kissing the tip. She then ran her tongue from underneath the head upwards, collecting the precum along the way.

She swirled her tongue sensually around my cockhead, polishing it. A mixture of saliva and precum was seeping onto Charli's tongue. Her dark brown eyes were staring up at mine while her glossy lips began to massage the tip of my cock. I ran my hand through her hair, twirling it around in my fingers.

As she shut her eyes while continuing to suck and lick my cockhead, I took the opportunity to admire the reflection of Charli's body in the full-length mirror on the opposite wall. She looked stunning. Her beautifully curved ass was just peeking out from underneath her skirt, the white fabric of her underwear obviously straining to keep all of it contained. I lingered on the sight of Charli on her knees pleasuring me, only snapping back to reality when she took more of my shaft in her warm mouth.

I placed my free hand on her head and lightly guided her forward, inviting her to take in more of my shaft. She was happy to oblige, a murmur of approval escaping from her mouth, which was slowly filling to the brim with cock. She flattened her tongue on the underside of my shaft and took in a few more inches before pulling her plump lips all the way up to the tip, twirling her tongue around my cockhead. Charli repeated this luxurious treatment a few more times, taking in more of my cock each time. Finally, she engorged herself on my cock, taking my entire length, her chin nestled in my balls. Charli held this position for a few seconds, until she pulled all the way back for air, before proceeding to bob back and forth on my rod again like usual. She reached her hand up and began softly groping and massaging my balls. This was more than enough persuasion for them to reward her with a few big globs of precum, which seeped out onto her tongue. She smiled in response, swallowing them down greedily.

I stared down at her tits, barely contained within the fabric of her top. Almost like she could read my mind, she reached up behind her neck and pulled at the knot holding her bikini top up. With the knot undone, the silver fabric loosened and fell forward, exposing her breasts. Her pink nipples were about the size of a quarter, and quickly hardened in the air conditioned bathroom. I reached down with my free hand and began to grope her left breast, massaging and gripping her flesh.

Her eyes met mine again as she began bob up and down with raised enthusiasm, using her lips and tongue to maximize pleasure, her hand continuing to gently caress my balls. This steadily fell into rhythm with the dull thumps of music coming from the bar.

Eventually she pulled off of my cock, and slowly kissed and licked her way along the underside of my shaft until she reached my balls. Replacing her hand with her lips, she expertly massaged and kissed them, pulling each one into her mouth, sliding her tongue all over their surface. With her right hand, she was pumping my shaft, precum leaking onto her fingers. Using her free hand, she put both of my balls in her mouth, licking and sucking the entire surface of my sack, while her other hand continued to work the shaft.

Just as this ball polishing treatment was pushing me to the edge, Charli pulled off my balls and flattened her tongue, dragging it agonizingly slowly over my balls and back up the underside of my cock. She paused at the very tip, teasingly swirling her tongue around the head before wrapping her warm mouth around the shaft again, continuing to bob up and down as she was before. Drops of saliva began to fall from her lower lip.

I could feel my cum beginning to boil up in my balls, and I wasn't sure how much longer I could last. Charli sensed my incoming explosion and brought one hand to continue fondling my balls and wrapped the other around my shaft, pumping my cock as fast as she could. The sight of her lips pumping up and down and her gorgeous eyes staring right back up at mine finally drove me over the edge. Holding back for as long as I could, I roughly grabbed her head with both my hands and sheathed my cock in her gullet, finally releasing the first few spurts of hot, thick cum down Charli's throat.

I let up a little bit but there was still a lot left in the tank. Her lips still wrapped tightly around my shaft, I fucked her mouth, long strands of cum spraying into her throat and spooling out onto her tongue, quickly filling her mouth to the brim. Some of it escaped her plump lips, running down her chin and falling onto her tits, but she gulped the rest of it down eagerly. At last, I pulled out and fired the last few shots onto her face, one hitting her across her left cheek, the other across her forehead into her hair, and the last landing across her right eye. I squeezed a few more drops onto her tongue. I slapped her tongue and face a couple of times with my dick for good measure, to which she giggled and gave my cock one last kiss.

Just as I was about to dry off my cock with my shirt, Charli stopped me.

"No need to ruin a perfectly good shirt, right? Let me help. A small repayment considering how generous you were with the drink," she insisted with a grin as she stood up.

Walking over to me, she gently grabbed my dick and wrapped the fabric of her skirt around it. I could only watch in amazement as one of the hottest pop stars in the world proceeded to dry off my dick with her own clothing, thick strands of my cum still plastered across her face and dripping from her chin. What little cum was left squeezed out and bled into her skirt.

I fixed my pants up while Charli retied the knot of her bikini top, finally wiping the cum off her face and chin with some toilet paper. As we exited the toilet stall, I took the opportunity to playfully squeeze Charli's ass one more time.

"Can I borrow your phone?" she asked, turning to me outside the toilet stall.

"Uh, yeah sure," I said, a little confused about what she wanted. I unlocked my phone and passed it to her.

She began tapping on the screen, and then handed the phone back to me.

"Anytime you fill back up, just call that number and I'll help you out," she whispered suggestively, kissing me on the cheek.

With that, she left the bathroom and rejoined the party. I was left staring dumbfounded at the number on my phone screen. I really only knew one thing.

I was definitely taking Charli up on that offer.