Wild At Heart Pt. 1
Starring: Bella Thorne
Themes: Dirty, Drugs, Comedy, Rock Star
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. Please do not copy this story to any site without my permission.
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This series ties in with another I am writing called Britney Gone Wild. They both take place in the same universe with characters going back and forth in each series.
Comedy themes centered around Sex, Drugs and Rock N Roll.
If someone can find the reference I left to a very raunchy hair metal song from the 80s, then leave a comment and you'll be my best friend for a day.
Los Angeles, CaliforniaRays of sunlight cast down across the white metal paint on the cars outside, blinding anyone within walking distance. A day like this made it all too easy to decide on going out with a pair of sunglasses to cover the eyes. No need for a jacket or pants since the L.A. heat washed away any morning breeze by this time in the afternoon. The weather didn't stop one man from stepping out into the public eye with a white trench coat to make him sweat if his long black hair didn't do the job. The gold frames of his large sunglasses were bright enough to make any strangers glance away from his face. His long black hair was split down the middle, flowing over his shoulders and matching the large mustache on his face. Below the trench coat was a subtle hint of black leather pants matching his shoes. This choice wouldn't make it easier to avoid the heat of the day.
Anywhere Charlie Jade went in town, he took it upon himself to make his appearance visible like this. Born Carlito Fernandez, all his friends called him Charlie before it was printed in local papers and on fliers. The twenty-six year old man left behind the quiet nature of small town living in Eagle Pass, Texas to travel to California following a dream. He didn't arrive alone. A shared vision with his childhood best friend led the two American-born Mexican men to Hollywood to try and make something with their lives. Martin wasn't around to see the latest stunt Charlie was pulling in public today. The men arrived in California two years ago. They had relative success early on with a session player who served as their third man to complete a rock band trio. Charlie played bass and did vocals while Martin was the single guitarist of the group. Like his friend, he preferred people to call him by a nickname, hence Marty.
The position of drummer had become a revolving door in the band that went through several names. Charlie and Martin could never find a drummer who wanted to stick around beyond seeing the band as a single job. When they first arrived in Los Angeles, the men were discovered at a local club by an A&R agent with Capitol Records. Back then the band went by a different name as the Charlie and Marty Show. It would become the Fernandez Trio when they found a drummer. Five months spent performing in clubs led them to change the name to the Jade Void Trio. The name was given to them by their manager out of a coincidence of Charlie switching to a green colored Rickenbacker bass. The name fit, leading Marty to swap out his Gibson SG for a Fender Telecaster with the same green color. Jade Void couldn't keep a drummer in the band to sign on a record deal for three men. Marty found an agent to work a contract for them as a duo with production credits for a drum machine in studio.
Charlie didn't care. He was a rock star now, and that was the only thing that mattered in his life. The record deal was on a short contract for two albums. The first one had a budget for two hundred thousand dollars. Along with Marty, they learned how to program drum machines with the help of an engineer in the studio. He had many reasons to feel like he was going somewhere in life with his small band. Two albums were planned, and they had weekly gigs at a bar across town. It was almost funny to him how the two men found success so fast in Hollywood after growing up and hearing horror stories of all the people who didn't make it. Behind the bright lights of every star in the city was a dozen who crashed down to earth, failing to become famous. So far, Charlie felt optimistic going forward. The band only had the problem of the many drummers they went through while gaining a reputation in the local scene as a loud, blistering hard rock band.
There was another reason for him to feel so proud of having a small level of fame. One that would soon make itself public within the next thirty minutes or sooner. Charlie had become famous in the realms of social media online thanks to his girlfriend. Marty joked that she was more well known than they would ever be. Charlie found it difficult to be mad at that statement since he was getting laid and his friend wasn't. Dating a celebrity made Charlie believe he was destined for greater highs of success. Life couldn't be any better right now, hence the reason to go out in public with the goal of embarrassing someone. Charlie smiled when he caught his target walking closer on the sidewalk. Someone informed him that Vincent White made a walk every Wednesday around the block. The older man was the one musician who stuck out in a band that rivaled Jade Void at a venue directly across the street from the place Charlie played on weeknights.
Tall, skinny, and with obviously dyed orange hair. With no hair on his face and pale white skin, Vincent already had the appearance of a living vampire. His choice of a black outfit with pants and a T-shirt went over the line. Charlie heard stories about how Vincent was one of the many musicians in L.A. trying to get somewhere only to wind up with bad luck. Rumors across town said he was from the east coast. Some people thought he was a former guitarist of a glam metal band. Others believed he was just another washed up guy who failed to become a rock star. His band went by the name of Stitched Cat. They started as a cover band and gradually became a goth themed hard rock band. Charlie felt their music was outdated. The clock had stopped in the mid-nineties for these guys. Marty saw them as competition, so Charlie hatched a plan to prank their one star and hopefully embarrass him online. As Vincent approached, Charlie raised his sunglasses and greeted the man.
"Are you Vincent White?"
The man stopped and nodded.
"Yeah, that's me. Who are you?"
Charlie pushed his sunglasses into the outside pocket on the right side of his jacket.
"I'm Charlie Jade. The next big star in this town."
Vincent raised an eyebrow and then smiled.
"Oh, I know you. I saw your band last month. You guys play hard and fast."
Ignoring his praise, Charlie answered with a question.
"Would you like a beer?"
"Uhhh, sure."
The younger man pulled his trench coat apart with both hands, revealing a row of three blue cans of Bud Light on each side and a bright yellow Stryper shirt covering his chest. Vincent looked confused to learn the trench coat was used to hide beer in public. Charlie grabbed one can from the left side and tossed it in the air for the other man to catch. Vincent nearly fumbled it after catching the can. Charlie reached for another one before closing his trench coat. He popped the top and raised it to his lips, staring at Vincent as he took a large gulp of the beverage. The older man had a confused look on his face, as if he was trying to understand the point of this meeting. Charlie raised the can to his lips again, downing the rest of it within seconds. He wiped his lips and smashed the empty can while holding it in the air. That was his silent gesture for a black Mercedes Benz G-Wagon to pull up and honk the horn.
"That's my ride! It was good meeting you, Vincent. I'll be seeing you around!"
The vehicle pulled up to the sidewalk. Vincent turned his head to see the back passenger door on the right side. He could make out the view of a woman with messy red hair and pale skin. She rolled the window down, looking at him as she took off her bra and flashed her tits while sticking her tongue out. What the man didn't see was another person in the front passenger side holding a phone to the window and recording this interaction. Charlie rushed around the car to open the back door on the left side. He climbed in, slamming the door behind him while his girlfriend held her breasts out the window and both middle fingers. Vincent could see the smeared lipstick on her ivory skin that read 'UR BAND SUCKS' across her tits. Laughter filled the car with a few gasps.
"He opened the drink! Oh my god, he's drinking it! Let's get outta here!"
Charlie sat back, laughing hard as the girl moved away from the window. The driver chuckled at the words spoken from the young man sitting next to him up front. He floored the gas, speeding off from the street while everyone laughed.
"That mother fucker don't know how lucky he is! How many people in this town can say they got flashed by Bella Thorne?"
Smirking to himself, Charlie replied.
"He's too old to know who she is."
Everyone in the car erupted in laughter except the driver. Charlie was satisfied with himself by playing a prank on the competition. The beer cans were filled with water. His one regret was not seeing the look on Vincent's face when he took a sip. Bella turned to Charlie, exposing her big, perky breasts to him. She was sitting in the back of the car wearing only a pair of red panties. Her pink bra was on the floorboard below with a gold tube of red lipstick she used to paint her skin.
"You can take the jacket off. I imagine you're sweating to death under that thing."
"No, you're the one making me sweat, baby! Trust me!"
As she giggled, Bella pulled the jacket from his arms. Her eyes glanced below to see the outline of his cock beginning to erect in the front of his pants. She suggested the leather pants for the sole reason that they revealed everything up front. Bella lowered her right hand, pressing her palm against his bulge as she leaned over and breathed in his face. A strong scent of raspberry perfume mixed with the musky stench of cannabis filled his nostrils. Charlie guessed that Bella smoked a joint before getting in the car. That made him regret not lighting one for himself before he went out on his street walk. Her lips pressed against his for a soft kiss. After pulling away, Bella turned her head and called out.
"Hey Rico, did you film the whole thing?"
"Yeah! Wait 'till you see the look on his face while he was staring at your tits."
Charlie grinned to himself before replying.
"It's the most famous rack he's ever gonna see up close. There won't be any women slinging their panties and bras on stage for his sorry ass band."
Rico was one of Bella and Charlie's friends they occasionally brought along. After hooking up with her, Charlie wanted someone to help spread the word for his band online. Bella told him about Rico, since the man used to work as a social media manager. Short, curly black hair and a clean shaved face wasn't the kind of look to blend in with the rock star who sat in the back seat. Rico always wore purple or yellow shirts to go with a pair of black shorts. The driver went by the name of Rodney and had worked as Bella's personal bodyguard for the past five years. He was tall, bulky, and had a bald head to go with his intimidating posture. It was rare for Bella to go anywhere in public without him to watch over her. She flashed her teeth before laughing hard as she pointed at Charlie's shirt.
"Why are you wearing that!?"
He looked down at the Stryper logo on his shirt and read Isaiah 53:5 upside down.
"Vincent White's band plays corny devil music. I had to wear something to protect myself from his evil vibes."
Bella rolled her eyes.
"You could've worn one of my cross necklaces instead."
She reached for his shirt, tugging at it with her right hand. Two gold rings, one silver band, and an emerald stone covered all her fingers. As she tried to pull his shirt off, Charlie aided her by throwing it over his head and exposing his skinny stomach. Bella's left wrist was decorated with a sparkling platinum Rolex watch and two gold arm bands. A strong taste in jewelry was part of her aesthetic to go with the small tattoos and messy red hair. Charlie expected her to climb into his lap, but she didn't. She placed her hand back on the bulge in the front of his pants and bit her lower lip as her brown eyes glared back at him. Charlie glanced up at the rearview mirror. He imagined Rico was taking a peek at the naughty fun unfolding in the back of the vehicle. Bella's untamed, wild nature made her more adventurous in places, regardless of whether a friend could see them. Charlie didn't share the same view when it came to another man peeking on their naughty fun.
"Baby, come a little closer."
When Bella leaned in, Charlie whispered into her right ear.
"I don't want Rico to see us getting freaky."
Raising her head, Bella nodded and gave him a wink. Charlie sat back as she moved over the seats, giving him a great view of her round ass in the panties. Bella whispered something into her driver's ear only to be interrupted by Charlie's right hand rubbing across her buttocks. She reached behind her, pulling his hand away. After a few words, Bella turned to Rico and whispered something into his ear as well. With her hand covering one side of her face, Charlie couldn't read her lips to speculate on whatever she was saying. Rico gave her a nod before she pulled away to sit back in her seat next to Charlie. Bella glanced at him with a seductive grin. He knew the meaning of that expression. The SUV drifted on the streets, slowing down within minutes as they turned into a gas station. Bella sat back, watching as Rico undid his seat belt and opened the car door to exit.
"Get that video posted online tonight. Make sure you put his name in it and tag my other account so I can repost it."
"Don't worry, it'll be all over Twitter and Instagram by sundown."
Rico slammed the door after stepping out. Now Bella had some privacy to do naughty things with Charlie from the back seat. It wasn't uncommon for Charlie to make a demand and then Bella react to making him more comfortable in a place like this. He learned early on from the first days he met her that she was a sexual beast to reckon with. Bella's insatiable lust was one of the reasons Charlie fell in love with her. No other woman in his life dared him to snort a line of cocaine down the crack of her ass. If Bella wanted to fuck him in the back of a jeep, that was tame compared to the more dirty stuff she got up to when they were alone behind closed doors. She looked at Charlie with a grin. The hunger was visible in her dark eyes. Bella pressed her hand against the bulge in his pants again, finally free to pull the button undone with a pop.
He smirked as she fell to her knees on the floor. Bella positioned herself in front of him, directly under the driver's seat. She then grabbed his pants from both sides, tugging them down along with his boxers to allow his hardened pole to spring out and flop against his chest with a thump. Bella bit her lower lip, purring soft moans at the sight of his shaft. She grabbed it with her right hand, squeezing her fingers around it as she held the pole upward. Charlie listened to her moan softly before licking her lips. Bella didn't utter a single word as she planted her lips on the head and kissed it to begin. Charlie moaned as she enveloped her lips around his dick and slid it into her mouth. Bella blinked a few times as she pushed more of his cock between her lips. Charlie flashed the front row of his teeth as he smiled. Bella always began a blowjob slow, but he knew that wouldn't last for long once she found a rhythm.
Her eyes shut as she started to bob her head up and down. He closed his eyes and moaned at this wonderful feeling. The driver shifted gears, moving backward before pulling back out into the streets. When Charlie opened his eyes, he glanced out the side window. He couldn't help but think of the people in all their cars driving by without knowing what was happening in the backseat of the SUV. Bella pushed his cock to the back of her throat, deepthroating him with ease as a way of making his eyes glance back down at her. Once she had his attention, she pulled back to extract his shaft from her lips with an audible pop. A tiny string of drool glimmered around the black interior of the car. Bella broke it by dangling her tongue, then she inserted his dick back into her mouth to resume sucking. Charlie reached down with his right hand, gently caressing her red locks of hair as she looked into his eyes. He interrupted the quietness of the car to move.
"Ohhhhh, man. Blowjobs grow on trees when you're a superstar."
Mmmmhhhhhmmmm, Bella's muffled moans were audible as Charlie felt the vibrations from her tongue. She closed her eyes and began to move her lips faster, sucking inch after inch of his shaft. Her fingers were at the root, holding it until she let go, giving herself more room to deepthroat the complete length. Bella used both hands to cup his balls, squeezing them while she buried her lips in his pubic hairs.
"Soooo fucking good!"
Charlie patted her on the head as a way of thanking her. Bella moved her hands to his legs, spreading her fingers out as she raised her lips and let his cock fall from her mouth. She laughed, breaking any saliva strings that dangled from her open mouth. Bella gripped his shaft again and spit on it before replying.
"Mmmmmmm, I told you last night I wanted to suck on something. Your cock is better than any of my toys."
"You're lucky I don't have to go on stage tonight."
"True. That means you can just go back to my place and fuck me all day and night."
He raised his right index finger before responding.
"I do have to meet with the producer later today. So that might throw a wrench in your plans."
Bella pouted while twisting her fingers around his wet cock. She gave him a disappointed look while pumping her hand to wank him.
"No fair! Call Marty and have him meet the guy!"
Charlie laughed at her exaggerated reaction. He enjoyed it when she huffed and puffed like this. Bella was cute with an attitude.
"I'm the leader, not him. Don't worry, baby. I won't keep you waiting. I'd rather spend my day fucking you than have to worry about that guy."
"Even if you do, it won't matter. I'm going to drain your cock right here in the back of my fucking G-Wagon, and there ain't a damn thing you can do to stop me."
She finished her speech by spitting on the head of his pole. Bella used both hands to stroke him, using her own saliva as lube. The wanking was only temporary. She removed her left hand after a few twists and plunged his dick back into her mouth. Charlie bit his lower lip as Bella aggressively sucked his cock, sliding it all the way to the back of her throat and pulling back. She made her point with the truth in her words. Bella was on a mission to taste his cum as she deepthroated the entire length of his shaft again. Charlie grunted as she unwrapped her last fingers from the base to push the final inch into her mouth. This round of deepthroating only lasted temporarily as Bella pulled back, keeping only the head in her mouth as she started bobbing her lips again. After a few more sucks, she pulled his dick from her lips and lowered her head to his balls.
"Are you gonna take your time?"
While asking that question, Charlie thought of something else. He was unsure where her driver was taking them. Since they were engaged in a sexual act, Bella likely told the driver to make a detour for this trip to give her extra time to savor the taste of his dick. Charlie decided against asking her when he felt Bella's tongue licking his hairy balls. Hearing her slobber on his nuts made him moan loudly. Her right hand reached for his shaft, gripping it with only her thumb and index finger. Bella wanked while she licked and kissed his balls. Charlie leaned up so he could witness the sight of his ball sack rubbing against her face. Upon making eye contact with her, Bella stopped licking and raised her head. The sight of her breasts gave him a new idea.
"Put it between your tits, baby. You can use them to make me explode."
"Are you sure you want me to do that?"
"Yeah! Why else would I suggest it?"
"Well, you might just get your dick all messy from the lipstick on my tits."
Bella bit her lower lip, obviously teasing. She knew Charlie wouldn't resist after she mentioned it. The man had a few weaknesses that came to life when he was dared.
"I ain't worried about getting my dick dirty if that's what you're thinking. I can jump in the shower when we get back to your place. Come on, Bella! Fuck me with your titties!"
Rolling her eyes, she giggled again while moving her hands to her perky, large breasts.
"Fine, but you're cleaning your own cock without my help."
She slid her boobs around his cock, trapping it in place. Bella glanced down, looking at the head and then flicking her tongue. Charlie watched as she made a strand of drool drip from her lower lip. Bella spit, making the string break and land on the head. She licked her lips and then squeezed her breasts together. All he had to do was sit there and allow her to do the work, pleasuring him with her firm tits. Bella began pumping them up and down, fucking Charlie's cock nice and slow.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah! That's it! Work those titties!"
Ignoring his praise, Bella closed her eyes and swallowed her breath. She could feel all of his cock rubbing between the folds of her big tits. As she opened her eyes again, Bella bit her lower lip to flash the front row of her teeth. Charlie wasn't looking at her face. His eyes were focused entirely on watching the head of his dick poke up with each full thrust she made.
"Mmmmmm, you like how this feels?"
"You know I do, baby."
Licking her lips again, Bella pumped her breasts as she replied in a low, seductive voice.
"I want to be your dirty little whore tonight. Mmmmmmm, this is just the beginning. I'm gonna make every girl in this city wish they were as lucky as me when I'm dancing in your music video."
With a wink, Bella continued to move her tits up and down. She fucked his cock at a slow pace to allow Charlie the pleasure to sit back and feel like a rock star. There wasn't a deal for a video yet, but he was confident that would change once she involved herself. A man like Vincent White likely dreamed of becoming a big star and having horny sluts sling their bras on stage for him. Charlie had a different point of view. He didn't need a harem of girls. He already had the perfect, ideal girlfriend to indulge in the most filthy acts. His eyes connected with Bella's as she started giggling.
"What's so funny?"
Still moving her boobs, Bella moaned as she replied.
"Ohhhhh, I'm just thinking to myself... thinking about all those girls who will see this big fucking cock sticking up in the front of your leather pants when you're on stage."
She bit her lower lip, purring softly.
"I wish you had a show tonight. It would be so funny... not one of them would realize this dick belongs to me."
As he expected her to continue this dirty speech, Bella quit thrusting her tits. She glanced down, studying the tip of his shaft before darting her tongue out to lick it. Charlie took over, bucking his hips to make his cock push between her lips and slip out with a sucking noise. Pop. Pop. Pop. After the third time, he stopped and allowed Bella to twirl her tongue around it. When he quit thrusting, she raised her head and giggled at him.
"I think you're having fun."
"Trust me, I am. I woke up today thinking about your tits."
"Then you should be more than happy to fuck them right now."
If her words didn't get the point across, Bella's eyes certainly did. She squeezed her breasts tightly around his cock, daring Charlie to thrust as hard as he could. He pressed his hands down into the seat and began bucking his hips.
"Mmmmm, yeah! There you go! Fuck my titties!"
He groaned in pleasure while bucking his hips. When his cock pushed up, Bella spit on it. She watched it fall back between the fold of her breasts only to pop up again for her to spit a second time. Charlie began thrusting harder and faster as he lost control of himself. It was clear to Bella he didn't want to stop. Overwhelmed with excitement and pleasure, Charlie planned to fuck her tits until he blew his load. She grinned at him, feeling the smugness of how her breasts so easily captivated him.
"You're going to cum for me, Charlie! Ohhhhh, yeah! I can feel it! Your cock is just begging to explode between my tits, mmmmmmm! This is gonna be so fucking hot."
Locking her eyes on his, she spoke again.
"Fuck these tits! Fuck them until you cum for me!"
"Ohhhhh, Bella! I can't stop!!"
Giggling loudly, Bella saw the conflicted look on his face. Charlie continued to thrust, living up to his words that he couldn't stop himself at this point. At any moment now his cock was going to explode and send cum flying everywhere in the back of the jeep.
"I want you to make a mess, Charlie! I'm gonna count to ten. If you haven't blown your load by then, I'm gonna jack you off myself!"
Gasps, groans, and the occasional deep grunt was all Bella could hear as Charlie continued to thrust at a fast speed. He gritted his teeth, knowing his time to enjoy this pleasure was drawing to a close as his orgasm was now only seconds away. Her eyes remained locked on his face as she smirked and began to count.
"One... Two... Three... Four..."
"FUCK!! FUCK!! OHHHH GOD, FUCK!!"
A thick rope of cum shot out of his cock, flying into the air before splattering on the back of the driver's seat. Bella blinked in shock as she watched another string of cum shoot over her face and fall to the floorboard below. The sheer intensity of his climax impressed Bella. She had made Charlie reach hard orgasms before, but not like this. She raised her tits to make his cock stay tucked between them where the rest of his cum filled the tunnel.
"Ohhhhhhh, man! These big titties are too much for me!"
His eyes widened as he moaned out the words to make Bella laugh. She finally let go of her tits to free his shaft from her chest. The remainder of his cum was a thick line now dripping down the side of her tits with the smeared red lipstick. Bella turned to see the cum that drenched the leather seat.
"Look at that mess you made, Charlie! Oh my god, this is so funny!"
As she laughed, all he could do was sit there and shrug his shoulders.
"Your tits made me do it! Don't ask me to clean it up either! If it leaves a stain, someone else can clean it up, but not me!"
Bella couldn't stop laughing as she climbed from the floor to join him in the seats.
"That's enough, Charlie. Get your pants back on so we can get out of this fucking jeep soon."
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6 HOURS LATER
A glass clanked across the wooden table surface. Beyond the table, one could hear the sound of laughing and loud voices engaged in conversations. The scent of fresh steak was strong enough to make many customers hungry as they stepped through the entrance of the Rainbow Bar and Grill. Anyone with the money to splurge on Sunset Strip had visited the place once or twice. A fabled place where history was made among rock and metal artists. Their presence was still felt upon walking in and viewing the array of portraits decorating the red walls. A bronze statue of Lemmy Kilmister was one of the most popular tribute pieces for people to snap pictures of. Anytime Marty stood by it, he only wished he could've been older to visit the bar back in its glory days when L.A. had a strong metal scene. Tonight wasn't one of those nights as he sat alone at a table after finishing dinner and a glass of whiskey.
When apart from his best friend, Marty gave the impression of an old saying. The lights were on, but nobody was home. He didn't talk to strangers. The man reserved himself in his black leather jacket, matching T-shirt, and stonewashed denim shorts. Unlike his friend, Marty kept his face shaved regularly. His long black hair flowed past both ears and behind his back. As he sat at the table, another man stood across from him in a white collared shirt and gray slacks. Marty could sense the frustration from Terry. The tall, fat man was assigned to work production for Jade Void's recording sessions. His balding head and gray mustache told a story of age from bouncing around several studios and companies. Marty expected him to be accustomed to dealing with young guns coming up in the industry. This was supposed to be a meeting with Charlie, who was completely absent and not answering his phone.
"Did you text him again? We've been waiting an hour."
Marty nodded. Behind the blank expression he carried on his face, he wanted to bust up laughing. Charlie was avoiding Terry on purpose, leading the older man to second guess where he was. Marty knew he was back at Bella's luxurious home, likely getting high between banging her in every room possible. The next day they would be laughing about the fact they were wasting studio time and creating nuisances for this poor guy. It was all in good fun with no real harm intended.
"I've texted him five times already. There's no point in doing it again. He's probably asleep."
Terry sighed, not falling for that excuse.
"You guys hit the stage around ten, right? So I know better than that."
Marty shrugged his shoulders.
"What do you want me to say then? If he's not answering the phone, there isn't much else I can do."
"I guess he's not home here."
The older man looked around the room after his reply. As Marty looked at his face, he became curious to the point of changing the conversation's subject.
"Hey Terry, how old are you?"
Turning his gaze back at the younger man, he responded.
"Sixty-four. That makes me old enough to be your grandfather."
With a chuckle, Marty smiled.
"You ever come to this place back in the day?"
"Oh yeah, everyone trying to make it came through these doors. Not just the important figures you're probably thinking. A lot of guys sat in this place who didn't make it."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I think you know what I mean. You might be getting somewhere, but there's a lot of men who were your age that came out here to Sunset Boulevard and spent the better part of their lives trying to get famous."
Terry paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before he continued.
"I used to come here back in the eighties. You're a hot shot guitar player, so I reckon you know who Jake E. Lee and Mick Mars are, right?"
Marty nodded.
"Of course I know those guys, who doesn't? So you were friends with them back when Jake was playing for Ozzy and the Crue's heyday?
Terry looked into the young man's eyes before continuing with the story.
"They used to come in and have drinks at the bar. I would sit with them. They were young like you. On the other side of the bar were these other guys in their mid to late thirties. No names that people don't remember cause they spent years trying to make it. They were stuck, often not able to see they couldn't get over the roadblock stopping them. You wanna know what Mick and Jake used to tell those guys?"
"Enlighten me."
"They used to say, if you haven't made it now, you never will. That's what they told those older guys."
Those words made Marty laugh. His immediate thought was one washed up musician he and Charlie spent much time talking about. The statement applied to Vincent White, regardless if Terry was attempting to enshrine him in life's wisdom. On the other side of the rainbow and far away from Beverly Hills, there was a different kind of conversation unfolding in the lounge room of Bella Thorne's house. The musky scent of marijuana covered every corner of the large room. In the center was a pool table with hot pink covering the once previous green surface. It faced the small cannabis bar, where she sat on a stool, hair tangled in the sparkling, diamond encrusted silver princess tiara atop her head. A pair of translucent high heel pumps was the only piece of clothing on her body. Charlie had showered hours ago and walked around her house in a gray, mink fur coat and large, square-shaped sunglasses with an orange tint. He didn't need a crown to walk around her home feeling like he was on top of the world.
"Take those damn sunglasses off, Charlie! We're not outside, and there's no fucking sunlight to make those worth wearing!"
"No! I look cool in them!"
He was standing on the pool table, mimicking an Elvis Presley dance he saw from a video on YouTube a few nights back. Bella's home sported a full surround sound system at the touch of a button from a remote. Upstairs she set a playlist of instrumental trap beats her own producers worked on a few years back. It was different from the guitar-driven rock music Charlie was always hearing, so he welcomed a bit of change. At least it was easier to move his hips in rhythm to the beats, all for the sake of annoying her in the sunglasses.
"I want to fuck you on this pool table."
Bella smirked and crossed her arms over her bare, busty chest.
"Oh yeah? You want to bend me over and fuck me from behind on that table, huh?"
Charlie clapped his hands.
"Wooooo, yeah! I'll take the sunglasses off if you say yes!"
She rolled her eyes at him. Since coming home, they had been fucking throughout the hours between having dinner and watching television upstairs. Once Bella lit a joint, the day blurred into a haze of sex and alcohol. She didn't need any coke or other party favors to keep the vibes high. Charlie had a few blunts to come back down from the adrenaline rush he got from pounding her pussy on the staircase. He didn't let go of the disappointment he had from her not joining him in the shower. Bella kept her word for the sole reason that she wanted him to have more energy to fuck her later. Charlie proved that when they used the staircase earlier. Now in her lounge room, she could see his imagination going wild in thoughts of where to fuck her next. The large couch behind him had been used several times. The pool table would be something new and likely fun, considering how his mind worked.
"If we fuck on the pool table, you have to pound me in the ass. Think you can handle that?"
"Look at who you're talking to, baby. Of course I can handle it."
Removing the sunglasses from his face, Charlie grinned while waving his long locks of hair around. He gestured at Bella to catch his shades. When she held her hands out, he gently tossed them. They fell from her left hand and cracking on the hard, wooden floor. She sighed, giving him a dirty look while he grinned.
"Great, you broke your own sunglasses."
"So what? I can buy a hundred more."
"You're doing that, not me! This is why I don't let you wear my sunglasses. You break enough stuff just from being careless."
Charlie laughed at her.
"They probably wouldn't fit on my big head anyway. Come on, Bella. Get your sexy ass up here so I can fuck it!"
Pulling back the fur coat, he revealed his cock to her. Bella bit her lower lip as she climbed onto the pool. He wasn't at full length like she preferred. Reaching for his shaft, she squeezed it with her right hand while settling her knees down onto the slate surface of the flat table. She purred softly, wanking his hard to get it back to the full length required for her appetite. Her cool breath blew across the head from her nose. Bella looked up at his face as she pushed the shaft between her lips to suck it again. She didn't say anything about giving him another blowjob. Surprises were better off without announcements. The jewels in her tiara glimmered with tiny dots in his vision. Charlie exhaled, breathing deeply as she pushed his cock down her throat and sucked hard.
"This sure beats talking in a bar on a night like this."
Bella pulled back and released his cock with a pop. She licked her lips and kissed the head before replying.
"Oh yeah, I bet it is. You just send Marty to go and listen to that old guy you were telling me about."
He laughed as her hand pumped up and down, wanking his cock. It was wet enough for Bella's hand to move swiftly with speed. Charlie was thinking about the mess he made in the back of her G-Wagon. Just the thought of leaving cum stains on something for another person to clean gave him ideas to spread his seed onto other things.
"I want to make another mess."
"I thought you wanted to fuck me in the ass?"
"I do! I haven't forgotten if that's what you're thinking. I just want to cum all over this fucking pool table after I'm done."
She stopped stroking his dick and sighed.
"No! You're not cumming on it, Charlie!"
With a smirk, he taunted her.
"Why not? It would be funny if someone saw it a week later and then you had to tell them it wasn't a spilled drink. Just imagine, you don't even have to tell them what it is! You can leave them guessing while we know the truth."
His explanation made her laugh as she let go of his cock.
"That actually is a pretty funny idea. I'd let you do it if we were in someone else's house."
As he stood there, Charlie watched Bella turn around and plant her palms down over the surface of the table. She pushed her ass out, teasing him with a slight jiggle. Charlie raised his hand and spanked it to make her pout. Bella glanced at him from over her right shoulder.
"I want it in my ass first."
"I kinda figured that since you mentioned it."
Biting her lower lip, Bella purred a soft moan as she felt Charlie's left hand pulling one of her ass cheeks apart to shove his cock into the crack. Once it was there, he used his hands to pull her cheeks apart again, this time spotting the entry into her booty. He guided his cock in, groaning at the tightness as the swollen tip pushed in. Bella closed her eyes and raised her head, moaning again as she felt his thick shaft sliding through.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, yeah! There we go! It's about damn time you fucked my ass today!"
Spank! Her words warranted a hard smack across the left cheek. Charlie grabbed her hips with both hands as he bucked his hips. Bella moaned at the feeling of his cock driving into her ass. Every last inch pushed through for a deep drilling. As he pulled back, Bella took another glance over her shoulder. Charlie saw her face. The pouty, spoiled expression she gave him was one to expect from a girl who saw herself as a princess. Whatever image of sweet innocence she once had was long gone. Bella was a freak in the sheets. Charlie embraced her dirty side, allowing Bella to bring out his most filthy fantasies. He wanted to grab a fistful of her hair but not risk loosening her royal headband.
"Go harder."
He spanked her ass again with his left hand. Charlie made another thrust, groaning his words out to her.
"Harder, but not faster?"
"Give me both."
Another smack on her ass made Bella pout as she gazed forward. Charlie snickered at her.
"Sorry, I can't do both. Either hard or fast. One or the other, and you said hard."
She closed her eyes as he slowly thrust the full length of his dick into her ass. The tight feeling made Charlie groan. She moved her right hand from the table, sliding it down between her thighs to play with her pussy while Charlie focused on fucking her ass. His eyes focused on her back, counting the trail of tiny black letters that he couldn't read from where he stood.
"I didn't get to fuck you in the ass yesterday, or the day before. Guess I'm making up for that now."
"Ohhhhhhh, yeah! You're pushing so fucking deep! Ohhhhhh, FUCK!! I love it when your cock is in my ass. Go all the way in. As deep as you can go!"
Her moans were enough to permit another spank, but Charlie chose not to. He gripped her hip with his free hand and watched the length of his shaft pull back, then disappear into her buttocks again. Bella moaned as her fingers found her wet cunt. She pinched her clit between two fingers, whimpering as he continued his slow thrusts. Her soft cries became guttural groans, hoping that would encourage Charlie to thrust faster. It had the opposite effect, making him slow to a snail pace, taking the most time he possibly could to finish a single thrust. The second time he did this, Bella inserted her middle finger beyond the wet folds of her pussy. The squealing sound she made was an instinctual call to where his cock needed to be. It was the only thing Charlie needed to hear to stop what he was doing. He carefully withdrew his shaft from her ass and moaned.
"I know what you need, baby."
Before he had the chance to push his cock between her thighs, Bella moved her hand and quickly turned around. She sat on her knees, looking up at Charlie as she grabbed his dick and fed it between her lips. To witness her going from ass to mouth like this was almost enough to make him want to shoot his load down her throat. Her big brown eyes gazed up at him as she slobbered all over his pole, moaning muffled noises. She looked so beautiful in her crown while sucking him off. Charlie reached down, softly caressing her left cheek with his fingertips.
"Once you're done sucking it, I want to fuck you again. I know that's what you need right now."
Motivated by his words, Bella stopped sucking. She pulled his shaft from her lips to make a quick pop.
"Do you have any cum left to give me? Cause if you're gonna fuck me again, I don't want you to pull out. Let's do it together this time."
Charlie quietly thought to himself. Was she telling him this to prevent the mess he wanted to make on her pool table? It wasn't worth asking her that question. Bella crawled around to recreate the doggy style position she enjoyed.
"I might not have much cum yet, but I'll give you the last bit I have. I can at least promise you that."
Swallowing his breath, he watched her move on all fours, spreading her legs slightly as she held her head down.
"Don't play games with me this time. When I tell you to go harder and faster, do both."
He laughed at her demanding statement. Bella flipped her red hair to give him a spoiled, pouting expression from across her shoulder.
"I'm not playing, Charlie! No more games! I'm your dirty little whore. Fuck my pussy like it's the best thing you've ever had."
"Oh, yeah I'm gonna give it to you, Bella."
With his right hand, he gripped his cock and moved behind her. Bella leaned down further, arching her back out to give him easier access to her cunt. Charlie slid his shaft in and let out a loud howl. His hand slapped across her ass yet again, then he began to thrust.
"Ohhhhh, yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me, Charlie!!"
His balls clapped against the undersides of her ass cheeks. Charlie didn't waste any time finding a rhythm. As soon as his cock was inside of her, he let loose and bucked his hips wildly. The hard thrusts made Bella open her eyes wide as Charlie managed to surprise her with his actions.
"Ohhhhh! Fuck!!"
Her big tits shook, bouncing around from underneath her. She gritted her teeth, growling a series of moans. Charlie responded to those sounds by spanking her ass hard with his right hand. He reared it back and spanked again, making his palm sting.
"OHHHHHH, YEAH!! THAT'S IT, CHARLIE!! OHHHHHHH, YEAH!! FUCK ME!! HARDER!! FASTER!! YESSS, YESSSS, YESSSSSSSSSSS!!"
"You're a bad fucking girl, Bella! I'm gonna fuck you like the dirty whore you are!"
"YESSSSSSSS!! OHHHHHHH, YES!! I'M YOUR WHORE, CHARLIE!! YOURE DIRTY LITTLE FUCKING WHORE!!"
The more she screamed, the faster he thrust. It didn't matter that he had been fucking her throughout the day. Charlie found an extra gear and used his inner strength from within to deliver thrust after thrust into her wonderful pussy. What made this even better was that he didn't have to pull out. He could keep going until they both reached that beautiful moment of pure ecstasy in pleasure. Another spank across her booty left a small red mark on the right cheek.
"FUCK ME!! OHHHHH, YEAH!! FUCK ME, CHARLIE!! I'M ALREADY GETTING CLOSE!!"
His hands reached for her shoulders. Bella raised her head, hoping he would snatch her by the hair and give a rough tug as he continued to thrust. Charlie gritted his teeth, groaning loudly as he lost all control of himself. Bella brought the animal out from within him to make Charlie fuck like a beast.
"YESSSSS!! OHHHHH, OHHHHHHHHHH!! FUCK MEEEEEE!!"
Bella collapsed on the pool table as her orgasm commenced. It was her second of the day while Charlie was on his fourth. He felt her pussy tightening around his dick. He was just thankful he didn't have to pull out as he felt himself busting inside her. He closed his eyes and howled as she cried. Lost in the bliss of pleasure, he remained inside her for several seconds to enjoy this moment together as one. In a moment of passion, he forgot all about the mischievous act of making messes. At the heart of it all, Charlie had deep feelings for Bella. He could only express them in a moment like this. Out of breath and feeling exhausted from all the sex, Charlie sighed.
"Ohhhhh, Bella. You know how to rock my world."
"You rock mine too, Charlie."
TO BE CONTINUED
Topic: Wild At Heart Pt. 1 (Bella Thorne) (Read 14509 times)