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A Different Kind Of Session with BeaMy name doesn’t matter. All you need to know is that I’m a professional guitarist. Last summer when I was on a flight back to New York after my first major tour as a guitarist for a quite well known act I received a phone call from a friend, asking me to step in for him in a session. Since I was basically without a job as of that day I said I’d do it. So instead of going home and catching more than 2 or 3 hours of sleep in a row like I had been doing for the last couple of weeks I went right to the studio where the guys had already started recording. Around 2pm we took a break and while the others went to grab some food I stayed at the studio to catch an hour of sleep, or so I thought.What happened while I was sleeping I only found out later. Apparently Bea Miller’s manager had to reschedule some things and was off to meet some label people so he sent her to the studio about an hour or two earlier than expected. The receptionist at the studio had answered his call and told him to just send her over because he thought there was still someone left working in here but as a matter of fact I was just sitting or rather lying in a chair in front of the mixing console. And because it was an incredibly hot day and the air conditioning wasn’t working I was wearing nothing but shorts.So I was happily taking a nap and the next thing I knew I woke up to a nice tingling feeling between my legs. I felt a tongue licking up and down my semi-erect cock and then lips closing around the head moving slightly up and down.”Mmh” I moaned.Having been on tour for the last couple of weeks waking up like this was not too unusual. My sleeplees brain however had forgotten where I was. When I finally opened my bahis siteleri eyes my brain started working properly again.”What the…?”I sat up, looked around and realized I wasn’t in a hotel room or tour bus but in a studio in NYC. Right in front of me stood a young girl with blue/green hair wearing sneakers, a plain shirt and some very short shorts.”Hi!””Hi…. who…uhm…?””I’m Bea. I am… well basically I’m your boss today and I bet my wet pussy that you are… the guitarist!””Well…. you win.””And so do you, I love guitarists!” With that she dropped her shorts and leaned back on the mixing console. Her shirt wasn’t quite long enough so I could see her bald pussy.I stood up, my shorts still around my knees. My cock had softened a bit but the view woke him up again. I approached her slowly.Standing right in front of her, my growing cock slightly touching her shirt, she pulled my head down for a kiss – and what a kiss it was. She was really going for it. I tried to remember what the producer had told me about the girl we were recording the music for. It was a kind of punk-pop, kind of like a modern version of what Avril Lavigne did when she started out. She was obviously in her teens and her cute face looked quite young but her behaviour was definately that of an 18 or 19 year old.”How old are you?” I said, hesitating to make the obvious next step but she was having none of that.”Old enough” she said impatiently, “now come on and fuck me.”That was all my brain needed to go back to stand-by-mode. I grabbed her, lifted her up and sat her down on the mixing desk, grabbed a blanked from one of the chairs and put it on the console so she could lean back. Then I lined up my cock with her wet pussy.”Are you sure?””For canlı bahis fuck’s sake, do it already! I’m not gonna ask again!”So I did as my ‘boss’ wanted and without warning pushed my 7.5 inch cock inside her in one thrust.”Oh fuck yeah!” she exclaimed with her eyes wide open before closing them and letting her head fall back while I pulled out and pushed back in again. She had obviously done this before but still her pussy was incredibly tight. I had no idea how long I’d been sleeping so I decided to waste no time and started fucking her good and build up a rhythm quickly.”Oh yes, that’s exactly what I needed” she moaned.As I was steadily pumping in and out of her I noticed something that had escaped me until then: her breasts. She was obviously wearing no bra as I could see her hardened nipples poking through her shirt, moving back and forth with every thrust. I grabbed her shirt and pulled it off. Bea giggled as the cold metal of her guitar necklace touched the sweaty skin between her boobs followed immediately by my mouth kissing and licking all over them before sucking alternately on her left and right nipple. I hadn’t seen such wonderfully big, round, firm boobs for quite some time and was enjoying them very much. So much in fact that I almost forgot about the fucking, much to the annoyance of my ‘boss’ Bea.”I don’t want to… uh… interrupt you but…. mhm… we should hurry up before the others come back from lunch.”I pulled out and flipped her over so she was leaning with her arms on the console pushing out her lovely ass. I put my hard cock between her asscheeks and slid up and down a few times. I’m not going to lie to you: the thought of fucking her in the ass crossed my mind, but Bea was güvenilir bahis right the others could be back any minute. So I shoved my cock right back in her dripping wet pussy which sure was tight enough and increased the speed of my thrusts with my hands holding on to her hips.”Oh yeah” she moaned.I could see the reflection of her face in the window to the recording room. She had her eyes closed and her facial expression was a mix of pleasure and pain. I lifted my hand and slapped her ass. She shrieked out and opened her eyes in surprise. When she saw my reflection in the window as well she put on a mischievous smile.”Do it again!”I slapped her again.”Hmm yes, again!”I slapped her a third time.”Oh yeah, that’s it! Fuck me! FUCK ME HARD!”That’s when I hit the point of no return. I was fucking her as fast and as deep as I possibly could and she was loving it.I could feel her starting to shiver and then she let out one long “OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!” while her pussy contracted. I held on to her boobs, my body falling down on hers while filling her with my cum.After a minute or so I had caught my breath.”That was amazing.””It fucking was indeed.”We got dressed and I tried to restore everything to how it was before but a minute later the door opened and the others returned.”Oh man, they really need to fix the air conditioning, it’s even hotter in here than outside and it smells like a bunch of fucked up guys have been working in here all day long… oh wait, we have, ha ha! Sorry Bea!” the producer said.”I like it, that’s what punk rock has to smell like!” Bea answered and everyone started laughing.Unfortunately I had to leave soon afterwards when I had finished recording my parts because Bea’s manager who’d arrived soon after the others wanted her to concentrate on her singing.When I woke up the next morning after some 12 hours of sleep in my own bed I looked at my iPhone. Bea had just sent me a message: “How about another ‘private session’ tonite?”

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