“Honey, I can honestly say I’ve never heard anything like it. I wonder…” Frankie prevaricated, his arm snaking around her to cup her left breast lightly.
“You wonder what, Mr. Fame?” Claire enquired enthusiastically as he squeezed her boob through her dress. She would have stopped him but she didn’t want to interrupt his train of thought and virtually every other man she’d met this evening had tried to do the same so she couldn’t blame him for copping a feel.
“No don’t worry, I need to get off and meet my girlfriend,” he said, although he didn’t move except to begin groping her with both hands.
“No please, don’t go yet,” Claire begged. “What were you going to say about my singing?”
He seemed fascinated by her massive tits, although it was difficult to tell through his sunglasses. She thrust them out further to make sure he got a good handful. She didn’t want him to go without finishing his musings about her singing.
“Well, what I was going to say,” he answered, “was that you have the makings of a star. But really if I don’t get off now, my girlfriend won’t give me my evening, er, cuddle. And I can’t miss that!”
Claire was amazed. A top music producer had just told her she could be famous. She’d always known she’d had a great voice. Her boyfriend worked as a DJ and she’d asked him several times about whether she could make it as a singer but he’d always dissembled, almost as if he didn’t like her singing voice. Well she would show him!
But she couldn’t let Freddie leave to cuddle his girlfriend without finding out more.
“No, please don’t go! I’ll cuddle you instead. She needn’t find out,” she pleaded as he slipped his hands into the top of her dress to caress her enormous norks and pinch her stiff red nipples through her bra.
“Well, that’s a kind offer, doll. But when I say cuddle, I mean a lot more than that. She, you know, well she gives me relief, you know. It really helps me sleep,” he hinted.
“Does she just toss you off? Or does she give you a blowjob?” Claire asked. “Please don’t go yet. I can do either for you too. And I’m really good at giving head,” she offered openly.
“Shit! Er, I mean, yeah, babe. She sucks me off. Why don’t you show me what you can do and maybe I’ll stick around a bit longer.”
Claire looked around. They were in a dark booth although there were a few people at table in front of them. However, they were all looking at the stage, watching three drunken businessmen sing, “Delilah.”
“Ok,” she agreed, licking her lips determinedly, before reaching out to unzip his trousers and pull out his already hard cock. It was of average size but appeared reasonably clean despite the whiff of stale sweat that hit her as she exposed him.
“Ohm, fuck , yeah, baby,” he groaned as, steeling herself, she pushed his flabby belly out of the way and bent to give his dick a quick sticky peck at it’s tip, followed by a cautious lick.
Frankie moaned before pushing her head down forcefully, sliding his wrinkled cock into her fresh young mouth. “Yeah, that’s fucking amazing, honey,” he said. “Stay down low so no-one can see.”
Determined to please him so that he would stay to talk to her more about becoming a singer, Claire began to slide her red-lipsticked lips up and down his cock, flicking her tongue rapidly over his knob on the upstroke. She repeated this no more than ten times before he spunked messily into her mouth, moaning in pleasure she swallowed his jizz and sucked hard to clean his deflating todger.
Wiping her mouth she lifted her head from his lap. “Was that OK?” she asked apprehensively.
“Oh, yeah, darling. That’s was great. You really know how to suck cock,” he agreed.
“Oh, thanks! So please, tell me more about becoming a singer.”
The next morning, Claire woke with a ludicrously painful hangover and a foul taste in her mouth. She had ended up spending a good hour chatting to Frankie and had even sucked him off again when he had hinted at leaving before the evening had finally ended.
She had arranged to meet him today to do some testing in his home studio to see if she had what it took to become his latest protege.
She couldn’t believe she’d been so rude that she’d actually fellated him in a bar but, in her drunken state, she hadn’t been able to think of another way to keep him there. Still they’d begin today on an entirely new footing, her antics of the previous night forgotten.
By the time Claire had found Frankie’s house, her hangover had subsided to manageable proportions. For a successful record producer, his house seemed somewhat ordinary but she supposed that some people didn’t necessarily want all the trappings of stardom.
Frankie, still wearing dark glasses, seemed really pleased to see her and even gave her a hug, his lecherous hands wandering to squeeze her high tight buttocks although Claire pushed him away politely, determined to be professional.
She wandered through the luridly decorated living room to get to the studio at the back of the house, noticing several pictures of Frankie with various famous singers including some runners-up from X-Factor and even one of the lesser-known Osmond brothers.
The studio was more of a back room with various bits of decrepit recording equipment. When Claire commented on the age of the gear, Frankie explained that it was all high-end stuff that he’d kept because of its great quality.
“Right, honey first we need to get your voice relaxed. Why don’t we try some scales first?” He suggested.
Over the next twenty minutes, Claire tried various different singing exercises, putting as much effort as she could into her voice causing Frankie to pull various faces in astonishment at her fabulous singing voice, she assumed.
Eventually he stopped her, shaking his head. “Claire, I can honestly say you have a truly unique voice. But something’s not quite right. I’m just wondering whether you’re singing maybe a touch too nasally. You need to get your voice right out from that amazing chest of yours. Here let me show you.”
He stood behind her and reached around to grasp her breasts firmly.
“Oh!” Claire squeaked surprised by his sudden groping. “Erm, should you really be feeling my tits right now?” she asked tentatively, not sure why he was squeezing her boobs.
“It’s fine, I’m just trying to improve your singing. Now give me a C,” he ordered.
Claire wasn’t entirely sure what a C really sounded like but tried her best as he groped her enormous fat boobs.
Frankie still wasn’t satisfied. “That was a bit better but it’s still not right. I know there’s more potential in your voice. I know, let’s try it without your bra.”
“What! What do you mean?” Claire said indignantly.
“I think your bra is constraining your voice. Your breasts feel really firm so I can’t imagine you really need one much anyway. I want to hear your voice unfettered. Otherwise how am I going to make you into a star, honey?”
Claire thought about this, eventually nodding. She expected that Madonna had had to overcome many challenges in her early singing career too.
Unfortunately she’s chosen to wear a dress today, a green wrap-around affair which left a deep v-neck to showcase her substantial bosom.
With a sigh, she untied her belt and slipped out of it, revealing her matching black bra, thong and hold-ups.
“What about your girlfriend? She’s not due back any time soon is she? I wouldn’t want her to get the wrong impression,” she said as she carefully folded her dress and placed it on a nearby chair.