Everyone dreams at one time or another, that he (or she) could be “The Rock Star” - someone who everyone would willing fuck. You could do supermodels, or any chick that you wanted, so whom would you choose? Maybe, the sexy librarian type, one of those Babes With Glasses, rather than the too-easy groupie slut.

He was every woman’s dream: the gorgeous, long-haired rock star with charm and a voice that made women whimper.

He could have any woman he wanted and for some reason he picked her, plain Jane Jones, reporter, to share his bed that night.

She didn’t think she was much to look at with her dishwater brown hair and glasses, but he pulled her to his bedroom with a look that said she was hot as any supermodel.

“The sexy librarian,” he said with approval, giving her a more thorough perusal.

“Strip,” he said softly.

“Excuse me?” she asked, trembling with nerves.

“Strip,” he commanded. “I won’t ask again.”

Jane obeyed with shaking hands, searching for any signs of appreciation. His face remained deceptively sober. Naked and ashamed, she lowered her eyes.

She felt his hands immediately.

“You’re so lovely,” he murmured, urging her towards the bed. He chained her down and pulled her ass into the air.

“So wet,” he breathed, reaching for the aching flesh between her thighs. “So, sweet and submissive, you’ll be mine. Won’t you Jane?”

“Yes,” she breathed, needing to please him.

She moaned when he spanked her ass, whimpered when he teased her clit with his tongue, and hissed with pleasure as he clamped her nipples.

“Do you want my cock?”

“Yes,” she gasped, her thighs trembling.

Jane was so aroused she could cry.

“Beg,” he ordered.

“Please, Master,” she begged, knowing instinctively what to call him. “Give me your cock,”
His cock nudged her pussy.

“Where do you want me?” he asked, his words a torment. “Your pussy or your ass?”

“My pussy, please fuck me there!”

“Good girl,” he cooed, sliding deep. “I’m going to fuck your tight little pussy and then I’m going to fuck your ass to claim you.”