The Last Living Slut: Born in Iran, Bred Backstage

Welcome back to the Fleshbot Book Club-your chance to get a sneak peek at the hottest erotic literature out now. Today's selection comes from The Last Living Slut, a graphic, blow-by-blow account of Roxana Shirazi's life as a rock'n'roll groupie.

On the way back to the hotel, I sat at the front of the bus, my legs closed tight for fear of the roadie. He was still sneering at me. White bits of spit had caked in the corner of his mouth, as if I were a prime rib he was preparing to devour. I could practically smell the sperm, straining to fountain out from his trousers and splash in my lap.

In Tracii's room, Bambi girl and her companion, a dowdy introvert, smoked Marlboro Lights with Paul Black, the lead singer. I was stuck with the roadie. I dreaded the prospect of becoming his reward, of being subjected to some sort of groupie-etiquette fine print just because he'd gotten me on the bus.

So I ran over to Tracii, and the two of us started getting high. He was a stoner-loved smoking the herb. Tonight he was smoking out of an empty Coke can. We stumbled and giggled for a while, until Paul and his two companions got the hint and left. The roadie stuck around for what seemed like forever, staring at us. When I buried my head deep in Tracii's neck, the roadie huffed and puffed, stamped his foot, and slammed the door behind him.

Jeremy, the "son," was sitting on the corner of his bed, fiddling on his mobile phone, trying not to look at Tracii and me, who by now were in a state of undress and in a semi-sixty-nine position.

Poor young lamb. "Watch me, Jeremy," I purred to him with urgency. "Watch us." I spread my legs in front of him as I let Tracii fuck me. Jeremy watched from the safety of his bed as my tits pumped up and down with Tracii's every masterful thrust.

"Come here, come to me," I whispered, my voice cracking with moans. Jeremy came closer. He touched my arm shyly, and then all along my breasts. He started massaging them and putting my nipples in his mouth to suck on them. I could see the outline of his erection in his jeans.

"Jeremy, get your cock out and join in," Tracii encouraged his "son."

Oh, this is so cool, I thought. As Tracii pounded me, I sucked Jeremy's cock and within a couple of minutes he came in my mouth. I let the cum dribble down my chin. It made a gurgling sound.

"Did ya come already?" Tracii chided him, as any father would.

"Yeah," Jeremy said, staring meekly at the ground. He fell back on his bed, eyes rolled up. I pulled Tracii out of me, walked over to Jeremy, and kissed him all over his mouth, letting his own cum stick to his face.

"I'll be with you in a minute," I said to Tracii as he stood there, apple-green-condom erection in his hand. "Hold on."

My body was seething-hot and raw. I was so turned on my cheeks burned. I wanted both of them inside me at once. I so wanted to get pumped hard with double penetration: one of them in my butt and the other in my vagina.

"Have you guys ever double-penetrated a girl?" I asked them, gently. I didn't want to shock them.

"No, never. Why-do you want to do it?" Tracii smiled, and I felt relieved.

"Come on, I'll show you how," I replied lovingly. They both giggled; they were such willing participants that I gained a new respect for them that night. If two guys were so comfortable with their masculinity and sexuality that they were willing to try such an intimate sexual position together, then in my eyes they were real rock stars. That's how rock stars should be.

I lay Jeremy down and sat on his dick. Then I got Tracii to go behind me and fuck me anally. They were now both inside me. I kept still as they fucked me simultaneously. It was heaven, like a delicious double milkshake. As I remained still, all my sensitive points were scrubbed and rubbed hard in one big raw bang. I tried so hard not to come-not yet. Tracii grabbed my hips and pounded my ass as Jeremy thrust his dick in my pussy, fucking me hard as I kissed him. Tracii was skillful at not hurting my ass, and Jeremy's eyes were wide as a meerkat as he rammed himself into me, not giving a shit that his balls were slapping Tracii's.

"Don't come," I moaned, begging them both. "Please don't come." I wanted the feeling to go on forever-this feeling of helplessness, getting fucked doubly like I was in seventh heaven. It was so good I thought I'd faint if I came. I had been doubly, even triply penetrated before, but with Tracii and Jeremy it felt like I was being reborn. I felt stunningly beautiful, helpless, brand new.

Afterward, I couldn't walk. They both kissed me, and we all fell asleep in a heap. It was time for bed.

Excerpted from The Last Living Slut, a graphic, blow-by-blow account of Roxana Shirazi's life as a rock'n'roll groupie.

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Copyright (c) 2010 by Roxana Shirazi.

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