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Paramore Fantasy Pt. 01

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I'm not the kind of guy who would have sex with just any girl. Even in the most debauched setting, it would require someone with whom I have at least a casual acquaintance. For the physical relationship to progress, so too would the connection between the two of us. In other words, I wouldn't bang a girl just because she is hot or popular.

However, there is always an exception. To put it in her words, "the only exception" is Hayley Williams, lead singer for the rock group Paramore. The petite, 5'2" woman in her mid-20s with her pale skin and rocking hot body, especially when she had her blazing red hair, has been my weakness for a long time. Include her insane musical talent, including her excellent singing voice with her terrific style, and it makes her more than enough to be the only celebrity truly worthy of my dirtiest fantasies.

While most of my stories contain at least a kernel of truth or some effort of being realistic, I understand a story of this nature may be a bit absurd. It is meant to be strictly a fantasy, so please forgive those elements that may be deemed incredibly unrealistic. That fantasy goes something like the following . . . .

As soon as I heard Paramore was coming to town, a few of my friends and I went in on tickets. We were all pretty big fans of the band, and the guys in the group agreed with me that Hayley Williams, the lead singer, is a sexy bitch, so the show would have no shortage of entertainment value. The day was marked on our calendars well in advance, and we eagerly awaited what would certainly be a fun night.

We entered some contests for backstage passes but didn't end up winning anything. However, as fate would have it, I did have an out-of-state friend named Alex who had landed a job with the crew that would follow part of the tour with the band. He wouldn't be at every venue at which Paramore would be performing, but he would be at the ones that were within six or seven hours of my city. As a result, he was able to get around the venues and had some inside information on what went on after shows. I would have never thought for him to swing any type of favor for me, though, as I wouldn't put that kind of pressure on a friend.

Instead, though, Alex actually texted me with the idea of sneaking me into the dressing rooms after the show. His text came after the second show he had worked, and there was just one more performance between the previous one and the one that would be in my hometown. Alex couldn't risk getting any of my friends in, he said, but it would be no problem getting one person back there, according to him. He assured me that if I were confident enough, no one would notice just me wandering back there. Apparently, the band and the crew were always too busy partying or something to pay too much mind to a solitary stranger after everyone else had left.

As the day drew closer, I kept my secret to myself because I didn't want to make my friends jealous, but also because I wasn't convinced my friend would or could do what he said. I did talk more and more to Alex leading up to and including that day, and he gave me a little more information about what exactly went on in the dressing room after these shows. Alex told me that, because of the nature of his job, he had actually never gone into the dressing rooms after all the fans had cleared out, but he could tell by the sounds coming from there that some pretty wild stuff was going on. Alex suggested I'd be able to catch Hayley in a brand new context.

I was set to find my buddy after the show and thought so much about what I might experience following the concert that throughout the entire day leading up to the event I thought more about the chance of partying with Hayley than the guarantee of finally getting to see her perform live. I snapped out of it when my friends and I headed over to the venue early for the show and I managed to finally relax and just enjoy the entertainment.

The show was great. We cheered the loudest when Hayley took the stage, her straight hair, at the time, reaching almost to her shoulders, her trademark fiery red. We weren't able to get too close to the stage, but I could still see the perfectly done makeup around her eyes and see how the lights reflected off her beautiful, pale face, which drew even more attention to her ruby red lips. Her outfit wasn't flashy but still sexy, comprised of a black t-shirt that had some logos and words I couldn't really distinguish, very tight and short black shorts and black boots, which came about just a quarter up her shin and had heels on them only an inch or two tall.

The show was incredible, of course. Heck, just watching the sexy singer prance around the stage and sing her lungs out was enough to keep me entertained. The great music was just bonus. But this story isn't a concert review, so I will get to the point. Following the encore, my friends and I hung out for a while before going our separate ways - I to go seek out my buddy, unbeknownst to my other friends. I located him right where he said he would be, and we greeted each other and shot the shit for just a couple minutes, since we hadn't seen each other in quite a while. Before long, though, when the venue was really clearing out, we cut to the chase.

Alex took me through a door that led to another door that led to another door. At that point, I could begin hearing voices as well as some music playing. I quickly identified the song playing as "Fences," one of Paramore's songs.

"They like to crank Hayley's music when they do this," Alex said.

"Do what?" I said as we got closer to the noise that was getting louder and louder.

"After shows, some of the guys like to get Hayley drunk to party with her," Alex said. "Not sure if it's drugs or sex or both. I wish I could go in there myself to find out for sure, but if I can't, then you're the one I want finding out." I wondered why he couldn't go himself; maybe it had something to do with his position. Apparently, I would come off as a local buddy of one of whoever was back here and, thus, able to pull it off without question and without ever being seen again. I'm not sure - how Alex described it didn't really make sense.

I was silent after what Alex said. I was nervous, on one hand because I don't do drugs, so if they were shooting up back there, I didn't even want to see it. On the other hand, if they were doing sexual things, there was a chance it would be weird, especially if there was any bisexual stuff going on. I had significant experience with group sex in the presence of other guys, so I wasn't too nervous about that part, though. Oh, and, yeah, we were talking about Hayley freakin' Williams. Just seeing her at all would be nerve-wracking. Potentially seeing her naked or watching her get fucked, even, made my heart pound but also brought my cock to full life. Up to this point, I hadn't even entertained the idea of having sex with her myself, let alone what was about to transpire.

When we got to the unmarked door from which the noise was coming, Alex said he needed to leave me at this point but insisted if I knocked, they would let me in. Inside, I could hear slurred words, hooting and one distinct feminine voice I assumed to be Hayley's. I had to be shaking. Alex abandoned me there, hurrying off, and I worried that perhaps I was the victim of a horrible prank. Just as "Fences" came to an end, I knocked on the door with nothing to lose.

Without a moment's delay, the door opened up, and a tall, bald white guy opened the door, a beer in his one hand. He looked like your typical intimidating bouncer, but he didn't even hesitate to let me in, welcoming me as if he knew who I was. He was clearly already sloshed. As I looked around to take in the scene I had stumbled in upon, I counted eight or nine other guys who all appeared to be smashed. I didn't recognize any of them, like, from the band or anything. Also, I didn't see any drug use, but that didn't mean it wasn't happening. There was a lot of alcohol though.

I was so entranced by the debauchery I had walked in on that I had momentarily forgotten to look for Hayley. My attention was redirected though once the next song started, "Fast in My Car," the first track off Paramore's new (at the time) album and some loud hoots came from everyone in the room, who turned to face to my right. I snapped to it and looked over myself, my excitement renewed as I anticipated seeing up close and personal my long-time celebrity crush. To say I was not the least bit disappointed is an understatement.

Hayley had been over by the far wall but had begun to strut out into the middle of the room to the beat of her own song, which was just on the intro. My heart stopped, and I couldn't help but develop an instant erection as the petite redhead grinned from ear to ear, flashing her bright white teeth as her pale green eyes shined through the mascara despite the dim lighting in the room. Of course, what was most arousing to me, as Hayley took suggestive steps toward the carpet in front of me, was that Hayley was pulling that tight black t-shirt she had worn on stage up over her head, revealing a pink bra underneath.

The hollering got louder from the men in the room, while I was dead silent, unable to process what I was witnessing. Hayley tossed the shirt aside, not three feet from me, as she stopped in the middle of the room just as the lyrics in the song started. I realized then that "Fast in My Car" had a pretty good beat for a strip tease.

At this point, now that Hayley was not far from me at all, I could tell there was a slight stagger in her steps and that she, too, was indeed drunk. I wondered if she behaved this way on her own initiative or if the guys here got her intoxicated to take advantage of her, but I didn't care. I was living out a highlight in my life either way. Hayley, like everyone else, didn't notice that a total stranger was gawking on with the crowd in that moment. Come to think of it, who knew if there were other strangers in this room just like I?

As the song progressed, Hayley reached down for her shorts and pushed them off her hips and down past her thin, creamy, tattooed thighs until the garment was around her ankles. At that point, she pulled the shorts off her boots, leaving the footwear intact as she stood back up in her pink underwear. I couldn't believe what I was seeing!

The music and commotion were so loud that I could barely hear the laughs coming from Hayley's pretty mouth as she kicked the shorts aside. The cheers grew even louder as the rock star reached behind her back and began to loosen her bra, as the song to hit the prechorus in a perfect crescendo of events.

"All we, want is, you to give us a break," as Hayley's delicate fingers worked on the undergarment, pulling away just in time for the chorus.

"We're driving fast in my car," Hayley's recorded voice sang as the bra left Hayley's flesh, revealing the star's small but sexy breasts. "We've got our riot gear on, but we just want to have fun," it continued, while Hayley released and allowed the pink bra to fall at her feet. Now the cheering was so loud that it drowned out even the music.

I was still a bit in shock, looking at the rack of my favorite celebrity, but the surreality of the whole event transpiring before me was finally starting to wear off to the point that I could truly enjoy it. Hayley continued to prance around to the music that was dulled by the hoots and hollers of her adoring fans, though I myself was still a little too star-struck to mutter any noise.

As the second verse began, Hayley, staggering a little bit from her alcohol intoxication, put on a little topless dance for the rest of the room, her eyes darting around the room, her smile portraying pure joy to be the center of attention and her perky boobs out in the open for all to see. She occasionally handled and squeezed them as she continued to entertain us, her pale flesh noticeably damp with sweat from her prior performance on stage, not to mention the lack of fresh air in this dingy room as she started her next performance.

It all felt like a dream. I was entranced by one of my favorite females on the whole planet as she showed not an ounce of inhibition. My cock was so hard that my jeans fit terribly uncomfortably. At one point, as Hayley turned about and showed herself off to the crowd, her eyes locked with mine for just a second but long enough for those dull green irises to pierce my very soul and make me shudder from excitement.

As the second round of the chorus began, Hayley took the cue to remove her pink thong while shaking her hips back and forth to the beat of the song. "Tonight we want to have fun," the song played when the underwear hit Hayley's ankles, and the rock star, facing me, bent over - much to the delight of those men behind her - and slipped the garment off, still keeping the boots on so that the shoes were the only thing on her body at this point. Tossing the thong aside, Hayley stood erect and flashed that wicked smile again.

The naked singer sort of ended her performance at that point and began to make her way around the room wearing only her boots as the song finished up. I stayed still, unable to move as my eyes remained fixed on the most awesome thing I had ever seen. Hayley grabbed another drink and chatted with a couple guys who were over by the cooler, and it wasn't long before she attracted a crowd. Then, hands started to reach in and grope the young singer, who giggled and smiled throughout. At this point, I realized I needed to snap out of my trance and see just how far I could go with this mind-blowing experience.

Feeling a little awkward and in over my head, I approached Hayley, who still had no idea I existed apart from some brief eye contact, while she was surrounded by most of the men in the room. Two of them had a hold of her, taking turns caressing her boobs and rubbing her pussy. Hayley giggled and, without so much as flinching, reached into the pants of both of these men and pulled out two erect cocks. How I badly wanted to be one of those guys!

Next, both of those guys pulled their pants down and let the sexy rock star stroke them off while all but a couple of the other men loosened their pants as well. I followed suit, desperately hoping to get in on this action. I noticed Hayley's eyes light up as she saw all those erections, including my own, but she continued to stroke the two that were in her hands and grinning up at these two burly white men.

For now, I would have to be content to stand back a little and jerk off while I watched my celebrity crush bend over and take one of those meaty cocks in her mouth. Immediately she began to suck as much of it as she could while rubbing the base of it and the dude's balls with one hand while her other hand balanced herself against the guy's waist. At this moment, the next track began to play, another Paramore song, this one titled "Ignorance." Just then, the other guy positioned himself behind the bent-over beauty and did what every sane, straight male would love to do: insert his prick into Hayley's pink pussy.

Undeterred, Hayley continued to polish that one knob while the man behind her rocked her into the other guy, fucking her nice and hard right from the start as the first verse of the song began. Her boobs and hair shifted forward and back with her body as both of her boots remained planted on the floor. This guy dug his fingers into Hayley's pale ass cheeks and thrust harder and harder into her until his balls were slapping against her clit over and over again, shoving that petite body into the other guy's cock again and again.

What I was seeing was better than any porn I had ever watched. I was jerking off pretty furiously and I wasn't the only one in the room enjoying the show. At this point, though, as lovely as it was to watch Miss Hayley Williams take a stiff pounding while sucking a cock, my mind was addicted to the idea of actually having sex with my celebrity obsession.

These guys went on with Hayley for several more minutes until the guy getting the blowie pulled away first, only to be quickly replaced by another guy as "Pressure," the next Paramore song, started. Just a couple minutes later, the guy behind Miss Williams groaned loudly and pulled out, jerking off and stepping around in front of the girl. Hayley took her cue to take her mouth off that other cock and stroke it instead as she turned her head to face the guy jerking off in front of her. With her eyes closed and her mouth open in a wide grin, Hayley accepted this guy's cumshot all over her mouth, cheeks and neck as her recorded voice sang out, "I can feel the pressure-"

It just kept getting better and better! Watching Hayley take a facial like that had me wanting to add to the load, but I wouldn't dare waste even the chance to fuck her for myself. Once the guy was done cumming on Hayley, the lady went back to blowing the other guy, and some other white guy stepped up behind her and shoved himself inside her - this time, though, in her ass.

Hayley couldn't help but flinch and cry out from the anal intrusion, but she quickly went back to sucking off the other guy while she got railed in her butt. I continued to watch on with the other strangers as these guys split-roasted Hayley for several more minutes, through the completion of "Pressure" and throughout most of "For a Pessimist" until they both came inside her, one in her ass, and the other down her throat.

Like a dart, I took this chance to get the next turn at Hayley's back end, while a black guy stepped up to put his thick cock in Hayley's mouth as the song played. "I never wanted to say this," the tail end of the recording sang as my hand shook, my heart pounded and my lungs forgot how to breathe. "You never wanted to stay," it continued, and I managed to push my rock hard erection between the singer's pussy lips, into that bright pink, incredibly wet opening.

As I thrust deeper and deeper into Hayley's tight twat, I put my hands on her lower back and sighed, finally remembering to exhale. It just so happened that "Crush," one of my favorite Paramore beats, began to play as my body joined with Hayley's. My mind stayed in a whirlwind as it attempted to process the unbelievable experience I was having: I was balls-deep in Hayley Williams! No matter what, I could die a happy man.

I exhaled deeply as I pulled back a few inches so that I could thrust back into Hayley, carrying out my most unreal fantasy as I plugged the sexy singer. Hayley still didn't know the first thing about me or care to know as she bent over in front of me, legs spread just enough for me to get comfortably inside her, while she sucked off the black guy in front of her. He and I, total strangers to each other, worked as a team as we stuffed either end of Hayley, rocking her body back and forth between the two of us as cum still dripped from her face.

"Nothing compares to, a quiet evening alone. Just the one-two . . ." the song played as Hayley's pussy clung tightly to my manhood while I pumped in and out of her, unable to contain myself as I unleashed the fullness of my lust on, in my opinion, one of the sexiest girls on earth. My nails sank into her creamy flesh, and I grunted and moaned as I thrust in and out of her, hard and fast. My balls slapped consistently against her clit as I pounded her, all the while as she took that black cock deep in her mouth, undoubtedly near her throat if not down it by now.

I might have been content to just cum inside her right then, but then I had another idea. I mustered up the nerve to say to whoever was listening, "Let's DP her!" My suggestion was met with cheers of approval, and I felt my chest get tight with the excitement of what was about to happen. Continuing my initiative, I gave Hayley a couple more pumps and then quickly pulled out of her.

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