'Hi Harry!!
I must say you have one brilliant mind for lyrics. The words you wrote for my new hit single moved me deeply and I had to reach out to you and say thank you! If you weren't on the other side of the world I'd love to show my appreciation. Looking forward to singing more of your wonderful lyrics in the future!
Lots of licks, kisses and sucks for your cock, Bella'
Harry Shepherd, read through the note about ten times, unable to believe what he had read. When he'd submitted the lyrics for the song 'Beautiful Melody' he hadn't even expected it to get recorded, let alone by a pop superstar like Bella.
Harry was a professional songwriter based in New Zealand, he submitted hundreds of songs to various record companies around the world, and up until 'Beautiful Melody', very few had been recorded and published.
Bella, was the smoking hot singer of the newest pop-rock megastar band Tres Belle. 'Beautiful Melody' had given Tres Belle their first US number one song and rocketed them onto the cover of Rolling Stone and onto the screens of MTV.
Bella, the sultry, seductive, lead singer, was well known for her flirty, teasing interviews and stage performances, but for her the comment seemed extreme.
"Lots of licks, kisses and sucks for your cock," said Harry, reading the note aloud in disbelief. He chuckled to himself and tucked the note into the top drawer of his desk for safe-keeping. That should give him some inspiration to write a new hit song for Tres Belle!
***
Four years later.
Harry was in Hollywood for a meeting with a record executive. He'd been given a contract working with some promising up and coming heavy metal band to ghost write a bunch of songs with them.
Harry had stopped into a local music store to pick up some blank sheet music pages, even though he somewhat doubted the band would be able to read music.
As he was queuing up to pay, he heard a surprised voice from behind him.
"Harry!?" it was a woman's voice.
Harry spun around to find himself looking into the face of an angel. She was gorgeous, with long shining hair, striking eyes, flawless skin and full, red lips that had a slight natural pout. She looked strangely family too, but he couldn't quite place her.
At a quick glance, the rest of her was even better than her face. She was tall, slim and leggy, dressed in a tight fitting red dress that clung to an impressive set of curves; huge, round, out-thrust breasts and a tight, firm ass.
"Harry Shepherd?" repeated the woman, smiling dazzlingly at Harry, who hurriedly tugged his gaze up from her sinful figure to her angelic face.
"Err...yes?" he replied hesitantly. He definitely recognised her from somewhere.
The woman smirked back at him. "I knew it was you!"
Harry blushed a little, he was a little nervous talking to such a beautiful woman. "Um. Sorry..."
The woman cut him off, putting him out of his misery. "Bella," she said introducing herself. "You wrote a killer song for me a few years back."
"Of course!" agreed Harry enthusiastically, realising that he did indeed recognise her. "Tres Belle."
Last Harry had heard was since having huge success with Beautiful Melody for a few years the band had imploded and broken up, he hadn't heard anything from Tres Belle for the past two years. He vaguely remembered reading somewhere that Bella was going solo, but nothing seemed to have come of that.
Now, here she was, standing in some small music store, Harry glanced down and saw that she was carrying an acoustic guitar in one hand, apparently buying a guitar.
"What the hell are you doing in the U.S.?" asked Bella.
Harry shrugged, "I'm just here for a few meetings."
Bella gave a slightly mischievous grin, her lips slightly parted and her tongue touching the underside of her top lip as she paused thoughtfully for a moment. "You know I love those lyrics you wrote for us," she said.
"Beautiful Melody?" asked Harry, somewhat stupidly as that was the only song he ever did for Tres Belle.
Bella nodded. "I never did properly thank you for that."
Harry blushed, immediately remembering the note of thanks. Licks, kisses and sucks for your cock. Of course, he doubted she was referring to the note, or even remembered what she'd teasingly written.
"I got well paid," Harry assured her unassumingly.
"Hey," Bella reached out warmly and lightly touched Harry's wrist, "Can we get out of here and maybe grab a coffee?"
Harry hesitated, his hand tingling where the beautiful young woman had touched him. "Err..I have a meeting soon."
"Oh come on, surely you can spare quarter of an hour?"
"Okay sure, why not," agreed Harry impulsively. There was something about Bella that made him want to spend a bit more time with her. Actually it was probably her fantastic rack.
"Great!" said Bella.
They both paid for their purchases and then Bella took Harry to a grungy little coffee shop a few doors down the street.
"So how've you been?" she asked him once they were seated, coffee's in front of them.
"Not bad," replied Harry with a shrug. He sipped his coffee and grimaced slightly, American coffee's always tasted frothy for his liking.
Bella nodded, sitting back in her chair and crossing her long legs. The motion caused the hem of her already short dress to ride up slightly, revealing an impressive portion of her smooth, creamy thighs. God, this girl had great legs.
"You know I'm serious about wanting to show my appreciation for your writing," she told him, her smirk disappearing.
Harry chuckled nervously. "I know. No thanks necessary," he assured her.
A brief mental image of those full, pouty lips wrapped around the tip of Harry's cock flashed into his brain. But that was crazy of course. Bella might no longer be a pop superstar, but still, there was no way a hot girl like her would be interested in someone like him.
"No, seriously Harry," Bella said, reaching across and touching Harry's knee, almost causing him to jump out of his chair. "I want to thank you for Beautiful Melody. I want to give you one of my famous blowjobs to show you my appreciation."
Harry's eyes went wide. Had she really just said that!? Surely not. He laughed nervously as if she'd just made a great joke. She was joking right?
"Harry, I'm serious," repeated Bella in earnest.
Harry's laugh quickly faded. "Look Bella, you don't have to do anything like..." he swallowed, "...that at all. I'm just pleased you liked the lyrics."
Bella sat back in her chair, sighing dramatically. The action caused her considerable bosom to swell outwards. The plump upper slopes of her breasts lifting slightly and deepening her fantastic cleavage.
"Well if you don't find me attractive that's fine," she said.
Harry shook his head in disbelief. "No, wait," he struggled to find the right words, most unlike him. "You're an incredibly beautiful woman Bella. It's just...I don't know. You don't have to...do that."
"I want to Harry," Bella told him sincerely.
Harry swallowed, not sure what to say. Bella licked her full lips teasingly.
"You got my note right?" she asked him.
Harry's throat felt dry. "Yes," he croaked in reply, his voice a husky rasp.
Bella leant forward, sliding her hand up across Harry's leg, gently squeezing his thigh through his trousers.
"I want to smother you with kisses on your cock," she told him, her voice a whisper as well. Leaning forward Harry had a fantastic view down the front of her dress, the mouthwatering globes of her boobs jutting forward, almost threatening to spill over the neckline of her low-cut red dress.
Bella's hand slid higher, dipping down between Harry's thighs to cup his crotch. The gorgeous pop star gave a murmur as she squeezed his cock through his pants. There was definitly a slight stiffness in his pants.
"Feels like someone wants to come out and play," Bella said teasingly. She reached up and tugged on the zipper of Harry's pants, pulling it partway down.
Harry's eyes went wide and he hurriedly pushed away her hand, at the same time glancing furtively around the coffee shop to see if anyone was looking their way. "Not in here!" he hissed.
Bella grinned. "So that means you'll let me blow you then?"
