EroticReverie

Paisleah Jane Perry 

His big hands tugging that jacket around me and covering me up. It was a bit caveman-ish. But that’s what had my red shirt boy short panties under my dress absolutely fucking soaked. 

That along with more of his deep raspy voice singing White Christmas. He had the best male vocals I’ve ever heard. His voice was perfect in my opinion. The kind of voice that belongs on a man like him. 

We get through our duet of Baby it’s Cold Outside, and I’ll hand it to him. He plays the part like Max wanted him to in the studio. 

I giggle when it’s my turn and I see the horror on his face when a large red velvet chair is dragged out my stage hands to the center of the stage. And I bring my microphone to my mouth and say “take a seat Santa” and there’s cheers from all the women and men in the crowd and he glares at me. I give him a wink and point to the chair. 

His nostrils flare and he walks over to the chair and plops his gif body down and the little white ball on his hat bounces onto his cheek and he swats it away making myself and people in the audience laugh. He lifts his microphone. 

“For the record, I did not agree to this” he says making more laughter erupt.  I motion to the bad and the music starts up. 

This is country music so we can only tip toe the lines of being provocative due to how so much of the fan base for country music considers themselves God fearing people. I’ve already received plenty of negative feedback for my outfits in the few years I’ve been on the scene. Yet there’s plenty of fans who eat it up and stand up for me too. You can’t please everyone. Right now. I’m only concerned with pleasing myself. And the big grumpy man that sitting for me in his chair like a disgruntled angry santa. 

I flirt with him, walking around the chair as I start the song, singing it directly to him instead of the crowd. I place my hand on his chest as I stand beside the chair and run it up over his chest as I tell him to slip a sable under the tree. 

Moving around the back of the chair to the other side, my hand trailing over the back of the soft velvet back. 

“Been an AWFUL good girl” I smirk so the crowd can see and get a round of cheers from horny men. 

I keep most of my focus on Jameson. As I keep singing and moving around. Touching his arm. His shoulders. Giving his hat a little flick with my fingers and keeping it sexy and playful and making sure not to sit my ass in his lap and have this go from cute little act to sexy lap dance. Because sex sells, but I’m not allowed to sell too much of it. I have to play innocent and sexy at the same time, and it’s annoying. Especially now when I just want to nestle my ass in his big lap and tease his dick. I don’t even give a fuck if there’s thousands of people here.  I’d drop my panties and let him take me right here and deal with the public indecency charges later. 

As the last verse comes up. I decide I’m going for it. I sit on the arm of the chair and lean back , reaching behind me to the other side. Arched back as my ass stays on the arm of the chair. 

“Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing” I sing.

“A ring, I don’t mean on the phone” I shake my head at the crowd and then look to Jameson. His eyes on mine. 

“Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight” I sing as I lay back, draping myself over his lap, back arched , the giant stand jacket sliding up my legs as I hold the microphone above my face , my head over the other side of the chair , my ass on his thigh, my hair hanging over the edge of the chair. My other hand holding onto the Santa hat on my head as I feel his hand slide to the hem of the jacket and pull it down and try to cover more of my thighs. 

“Hurry down the chimney tonight” I sing the second to last line and feel his hand grip my thigh and sing the last line with a touch more sex, a bit more need. It’s just two words. 

“Hurry, tonight” I say and lift my mic and drop my hand as I lay on his lap and the crowd erupts even louder as the music ends and I drop my hand to my chest clutching my microphone and the lights go out. I’m panting and smiling and then lift my head as the lights come back on and I’m looking at Jameson and he looks pissed. And turned on at the same time. I smirk as I wiggle off his lap and jump onto my heels and wave at the crowd. 

He snatches his Santa hat off his head and the stands and waves to the crowd and I look to him. Smirking as I see him strategically trying to casually hold the hat in front of his lap. 

“God damn that was sexy” Max says and claps me on the back. I laugh. 

“Had me going straight for a second” he says and I laugh even more and Jameson grumbles. 

“Think he needs a minute” Rhett says and smirks at me. I roll my eyes. I was still pissed at him for being a perverted shit head the other night. I knew he was all talk. His wife was a sweetheart but also a scary ass no bullshit bad ass. And he’d never cheat on her. Because she’d cut off his dick if he did. 

“Don’t do that again.” Jameson growls at me in front of everyone. I blink and my smile fades. He’s serious. He’s not just being grumpy , he’s angry. 

“It’s a fucking stage. Not a strip club.” He says and tosses his hat to Max and storms off. 

I have to admit. My feelings are a little hurt. But I also didn’t consider his feelings when I told Max what I wanted to do. It was supposed to be cute and flirty and fun. And okay ,yes, I wanted to tease him a little. But I didn’t think I’d piss him off like that. 

“I got it” I say when Max stands there trying to figure out his next move to calm down one of his biggest money makers. 

I take off after him. My heels sinking into the grass as I call after him and he rips open the door of the tour bus and fans scream down at the ends of the stage trying to get my attention and his. I give a smile and wave and blow kisses. Then open the door and walk up the steps and onto the front of the bus and am met with a big grumpy angry six foot seven scowling man. 

“I’m sorry” I say. “It’s just a performance” 

He just scowls at me. Looking down at me like he’s ready to yell at me. 

“Seriously, I didn’t think it would piss you off, I won’t do it again, okay?” I say trying to calm him down or make him say something , anything. 

He grabs the center of the big Santa jacket that was meant for him and I yelp as my heels slip and i stumble into him as he yanks the white fur towards him and pulls me against him. 

“What did I tell you about the next time you storm onto this bus and open that fucking mouth?” He growls and it takes me a few seconds but then I swallow and my mouth parts. 

But then I gasp as his hands rip the front of the jacket open and a few of the buttons pop and scatter as he yanks it open and down my arms and pushes it off me to the floor.

“You want to sit on my fucking lap Paisleah?” He growls and then lifts his hand and pulls off my hat and tosses it and I’m panting like a cat in heat and I nod. His nostrils flare and his jaw ticks and I yelp again as he leans down and both of his big fucking hands grab my ass and lift me right of the ground. My hands fly up and around him for balance and my legs lock around his waist as his hands slide under my add right where my thighs meet and my tiny little Santa dress is already slipped up from the way my legs are spread and wrapped around him. 

“Jameson” I moan as he just stares at me. His large hands gripping the backs up my thighs and I gasp as he turns to the side and lays me down on the cushioned couch on the side of the wall of the bus , big enough for me, but there’s no way his large body could lay comfortably on it. 

He puts one hand on the seat of the couch, bracing himself ,his one foot still on the floor, his other leg raise, knee to the couch between my legs and then his other hand goes to my stomach and pushes up over the velvet and I suck in a breath as, wordlessly staring up at him as he watches his hand on my body. I moan as his large hand cups one of my breasts from beneath and the. His palm slides up over my breast harshly. Pushing against my breast and flattening it and making it bulge under his hand and then his groans and looks up at me as I pant and bite my lip. 

“Don’t wear this shit on stage ever again” he growls. 

“If you want to show off, you come to my bus, and you show it to me” he says through clenched teeth and I moan and nod. 

Because I liked showing off. I didn’t care what people said about me showing too much skin or being to sexy. It was empowering. Sure I liked the attention too. But I also just like feeling sexy. And right now, with this man over me, was the sexiest I’d ever felt. 

“Fuck” he growls through his teeth and his hand slides down the dress and over the puffy white hem that’s around my hips now.

“Spread your legs Paisleah” he growls and I do. God. They fucking fall apart so fucking fast. I’m sure this man’s voice could command my body to do absolutely anything. 

“You really are an AWFUL good girl” he groans and I gasp as his hand slides up my bare thigh and his hand curves over the space between my legs. Cupping my pussy in his giant ass hand. 

“I want this” he growls and I whimper as I nod and pant. 

“Take it” I exhale. 

“I can’t.” He growls. 

“Yes you can” I say. Spreading my legs even wider. The heel of his palm rubbing over my clit through my panties and my hips rolling into his touch. 

“Youre Clays little sister, and you’re only nineteen” he growls and his hands moved even faster and I feel his fingers press against my pussy , to the wettest part of my underwear and I moan. 

“I’m a woman” I say. “I’m not anyone’s little sister, and my age doesn’t matter , it hasn’t since I turned eighteen, if you want it, take it” I breathe. “I’ll be more than just an awful good girl for you, I’ll be a naughty one too” I say and he groans as I reach down and slide my finger tips over the back of his hand and let my fingers press along the backs of his and he groans and I hold his hand to my pussy. 

My fingers slip to the side and under his, my fingers grabbing the fabric of my panties , his eyes on mine as I pull them to the side. 

“See, naughty” I whisper as his fingers take what I’ve offered and they slide between my lips and he groans as his lets a single finger begin to toy with my arousal. 

“Jesus Christ” he groans and he doesn’t even look down as he slides his finger into me and his eyes go to my mouth as it parts. 

“Yes” I hiss softly and my head goes back and his finger works in and out slowly. 

“Oh fuck” I moan as I feel him work his finger deeper and deeper , bit by bit, and I can feel how much easier his finger slides in when he has it soaked by my pussy. 

“Such a wet fucking pussy” he groans and I whimper and lift my head and pushes up on my elbows. he brings his face closer. His finger still fucking me slowly. 

We don’t kiss but I can feel his breath and he can feel mine as he looks me in the eyes. 

“You want another finger in that pussy?” He groans and I nod.  

“Bet you do, bet you’re dying to have me stretch this tight little pussy for you Paisleah” he groans and still only works the single finger and I moan louder. 

“I am, god, I am” I whine and he smirks and licks his lips. 

“You need to be fucked honey? Is that it? You want your sweet, wet little cunt fucked?” He growls and I nearly cry because his filthy mouth was so god damn hot. I’ve experienced dirty talk but not by a man with a voice like his. Not by a man who owned every word and was so confident in his filthy mouth the way he was. 

“Yes” I cry and he hums and then I gasp as he gives me a second finger. Sliding them in and out slowly again. Letting his second finger soak inside of me before he curls then expertly and begins stroking my gspot and I immediately feel the difference. The pumping in and out was good enough, fuck , it was more than good. But the playing of his fingers on my gspot was building me so fucking quickly. 

“You gonna cum , honey?” He groans as his fingers keeps working their magic and I liked him calling me honey while fucking me with his fingers, while dirty talking and making me fucking wetter than I’ve ever been. 

“Yeah” I exhale and whimper. Back arching and I moan as my head goes back and his beard brushes my upper chest as his warm mouth presses a kiss to my clavicle and then his soft tongue swirls into the hollow of my throat and his deep voice rumbles on my skin. 

“You didn’t ask for permission to cum, good girls ask for permission” he growls and I feel my walls clench as the dominant tone and the dominance of the words. 

“Please” I cry. “Please can I cum?” I breathe hard and he growls against my neck. 

“Not yet honey” he groans and I cry out. The denial only propels the urge to climax and I clench around his fingers. 

“Good girls listen, don’t you fucking cum yet” he groans and I keep begging. Please. Please. Please. Over and over, it’s  the only word I can manage. 

“Please Jameson, let me cum” I cry as he keeps denying me. Slowing his strokes against my gspot. Going back to the simple in and out thrusts, burying his fingers as deep as they can possibly go, the knuckles at the top of his hand pushing against flesh as his fingers delve deeper and harder and my hips bucks as he keeps dirty talking against my neck. 

“Listen to that pussy beg for it”

“Listen to how fucking wet your tight cunt is”

“Yeah, she’s real god damn tight , made for a man with fingers like mine, long thick fingers to fill your greedy little good girl pussy” he groans and I clench and start to beg. His filthy mouth was going to make me combust. 

“I want you to think about my cock in this sexy cunt Paisleah” 

“Remember how big it is honey? Do you remember how big and fucking hard it was in my hand when you caught me stroking my dick, thinking about you?” 

“Yes” I cry. 

“Yeah, you liked that didn’t you? Seeing my fucking cock hard and throbbing , ready to fucking bust for your body” 

“Yes” I cry. Trying my damndest not to fucking cum. 

“Tell me how much you fucking liked seeing my cock hard for you Paisleah” he groans in my ear. 

“If you do a good job , I’ll let you cum , honey” 

I whimper and then I pant and moan through my words. 

“I loved it”

“I loved seeing you naked”

“Your body, your big cock”

“All of it”

“Youre so fucking hot” I cry.  

“I’ve been wet ever since” I whimper.

“Seeing your big fucking dick made me so wet Jameson” I cry. 

He groans and curls his fingers again. 

“Good girl, now cum” he growls. 

My hips buck and it takes me mere seconds to get to the climax I need.  Pressure building and my moans and pants catching as my orgasm begins and he growls as my pussy floods. My walls clamping down and pulsing around his fingers and he fucks me through my orgasm with his fingers. And I can hear how obscenely wet I am, can feel it as I squirt all over his fingers and hand and cry his fucking name as he presses his mouth to the shell of my ear. 

“You remember the mess you’re fucking making for me next time you want to show off, you remember the way you begged to cum for me Paisleah, because if you want to keep cumming like this, you’re gonna be a good fucking girl for me and save your sexiest fucking outfits just for me ,honey” he growls as his fingers slow and I’m whimpering. Legs shaking as his wet fingers slip from me slowly and he tugs my panties back in place and then kisses my cheek. 

He lifts up, still hovering , but brings his wet fingers to his mouth and I whimper as I watch him suck them clean. 

“Yeah.” He says and licks the back of his finger. “Tastes like it’s mine now.”