"You gotta keep it real, baby," Antonio rapped into the microphone, his eyes scanning the throng of fans swaying to the rhythm of his rap. The concert lights illuminated the stadium in strobing red and blue hues, catching the rapture on every face. Sweat speckled his forehead, his muscles rippling under the clinging fabric of his stage outfit. He was on autopilot, surfing on the wave of the crowd's excitement like some beast in heat.
When his new single's final notes faded into applause, Antonio spotted a stunning woman in the backstage area, the VIP pass hung around her neck glinting. "Hold up," he gasped at his DJ, gesturing toward her with a smile. "That's Miss B. Nasty herself!"
Miss B. Nasty, queen of the adult films, was well known for her large bust and insatiable hunger. Their gazes met, and the shock of recognition ignited a fire smoldering in both of them. She walked over, 32F breasts jiggling to the beat of her hips, gold-tinged skin in the dim backstage light. "Tony," she said, purring, "I've been waiting to see you."
Her hand came out, and he took it, feeling the spark of electricity between them. "The pleasure's all mine," he murmured, his voice low and full of promise. "You're even more beautiful in person."
She laughed, a husky sound that made him shiver. "Flattery will get you everywhere, but I'm a music lover, not a dance lover."
Antonio gestured to his bodyguard, a hulking man with a sour face who stood watching from nearby.
"See that she gets to the hotel," he said, never once breaking eye contact with her. "We have some. business to discuss."
The guard nodded, catching the veiled threat. Her smile grew wider, her teeth flashing in the low light. "Oh, I just can't wait to hear your suggestions."
The hotel suite was an oasis of opulence, velvet sofas and a king-size bed that appeared to beckon them nearer. Antonio led her to the bed, his hand on the curve of her back, sensing the heat radiating from her body.
He saw the desire in her eyes, the way she moistened her lips, and it only made him desire her more.
"You know I have to maintain my reputation," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "But tonight, I want you to dirty me up."
Her laughter was pure seduction. "I believe I can do that," she replied, lowering her voice to match his. She began peeling off her dress, inch by inch unveiling smooth, caramel-colored flesh, layer by layer. Antonio's eyes widened with the sight of her breasts bared, nipples already taut and begging for touch.
He leaned in, sucking one in, lapping it with his tongue as she gasped and tossed back her head. Her hand slid down, unzipping his fly, releasing his huge, 8.5-inch erection. "You're like you're made for this," she panted, stroking him softly. "And I'm going to love every inch."
The hotel room was a sexual cocoon, the heavy drapes closing the world outside from view. She lay on the bed, legs spread wide open, inviting him in. Antonio took off his pants, never breaking eye contact with her as he approached her. The scent of her want filled the air, sweet and intoxicating.
He slid his fingers into her wetness, feeling her clench around them. "You're so ready," he panted, his own desire building like a crescendo in his groin. She nodded, her lids hooded with lust. "More than you know."
With a wicked smile, she leaned forward, taking the head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue wrapping around him in a dance that had made her legendary. Antonio groaned, his hips thrusting forward of their own accord.
She pulled him deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him in, her eyes locked on his. He stood there, mesmerized, as she handled him like a master, her teeth glancing over him lightly, her tongue caressing him. Each stroke brought him to the edge, each gasp of breath from her making him harder, thicker.
The room was a symphony of groans and the slurp of wetness as she took more of him, her throat closing tight around his length. Her other hand rose to cup his balls, her nails sinking in just so that he drew in a sharp breath. She looked up at him, eyes glassy with pleasure, and Antonio was finished.