My Night with Mr. MusicBiz

My Night with Mr. MusicBiz

Whoa, I’ve been totally busy. I just moved house. I don’t have net access at my new place yet. That’s why there haven’t been any updates lately. It’s not for my lack of sex.

So last week I had a great sexual experience. I get horny just thinking about it. I went out with the Mr. MusicBiz. For obvious reason I’m not going to disclose who he is. But so that I can set the story, here is some info about him:
1. He’s sexy.
2. He’s charismatic.
3. He’s genuinely a nice guy.
4. He’s down to earth.
5. He’s highly regarded in the music industry.
6. If you haven’t heard of him you’re probably living under a rock.

I met him outside a posh Japanese restaurant in Mayfair. We had dinner at the Japanese restaurant. We ordered the tasting menu, which was fabulous.

Our dinner conversation was good. No awkward silences. It was great to hear his perspective on the music industry. There was one point where I was caught off guard. He asked me if I pay to download music or if I do it without paying (e.g. illegally).

“Oh, shit!” I thought. I quickly scanned my music collection though my head trying to remember if I had downloaded any of his songs from Limewire. Then I thought, how do I answer this? Yes, I download stuff from Limewire, but generally the stuff that I download is not available on the iTunes. I’m happy to pay for music. I would reckon that I spent $150 in the iTunes store over the past 3 months.

I gave an honest answer, but part I suddenly felt guilty for all the music I had downloaded in my lifetime without paying for. OK, I just checked my iTunes and compared it to his discography. It looks like there are 4 tracks of his that I downloaded without paying for. Conversely, there are 50 or more (I stopped counting) tracks that I did pay for. That’s not so bad. Maybe I don’t feel so guilty now.

After dinner he asked me back to his hotel. There were no taxis available so we took a rickshaw. That was my first time in one. What a convenient way to get around London!

The hotel room was nice. Mr. MusicBiz didn’t seem too impressed with it. As soon as we entered the room we kissed. He reached and put his hand down the top of my skirt. (Yes, it was the skirt that I stole after I fucked Françoise). We moved on to the bed. He was kissing me and fingering me at the same time. Soon I removed my knickers and my bra. I was totally naked on his bed. His clothes soon came off as well. One of the best things about Mr.MusicBiz is his attention to detail. I’m guessing that’s why he’s so successful.

He was very thorough in licking my clit. It was excellent. Not only did he lick my clit, he licked my arsehole too. I never had anyone lick my arsehole with such fervor and gusto. AND I never realized how sensitive I am down there. Sensitive in a good way. I almost orgasmed from my arse being licked. It was such a new and interesting sensation. I loved every minute of it.

By the time he was done licking me I was ready to be fucked. My pussy was so wet, I just needed to be fucked hard.

I sucked on his cock for a while and played with his balls. I made sure he was at his maximum hardness.

He thrusted his cock inside me and it felt good. Generally, I am really, really tight. And usually when a guy enters me the first thrust hurts. With the BFE a couple weeks ago, for example, that first thrust was painful! No problems with Mr. MusicBiz. I was wet enough that he could enter me with no problems.

He kissed my breasts, lips and check while he was fucking me. We were pumping each other for a good 15 minutes. Then he moaned as if he was about to come. He pulled out his cock and began jerking himself off.

“What are you doing?” I asked somewhat confused and shocked.

Before he could answer, he came.

That seemed bizarre. Or is that something that guys go?

We spent the rest of the night talking and spooning. We talked more about music. He kissed me on my mouth when I told him that I paid to download the title track on an album he did 7 years ago. Despite the album being panned by music critics I think there were some good songs on it. The title track was one of the best. He seemed genuinely pleased by my comment.

We fell asleep. I fell into a deep sleep. When I woke up I had no idea where I was. I went back to sleep then woke up again.

We had morning sex. I love morning sex. I wish I could start off every morning fucking. He went down on me again. V v Nice.

We fucked for a half hour. He didn’t pull out this time. He actually came inside After he came he laid on top of me for a while. There was something nice about that. It was a relaxing Sunday morning. He eventually got dressed. We said our good byes and I was left in the hotel room alone.

And even though I came three times, that wasn’t enough. As soon as he was out the door I took a shower and used the shower head massager on my clit.

I came a total of 4 times that day. And it wasn’t even 11 AM.