Human Glamrock Freddy Novels & Stories

I asked. “No. I’m not letting you go,” Freddie said stubbornly. His words made me snap. I stood up angrily and slammed my hand on the dining table. “What exactly do you think you are? Do you believe you’re so powerful that you can lock people up however you like?” I yelled, unable to control my anger. “You’re not just anybody. You’re my Lessie,” Freddie murmured through his lips. “I’m not your Lessie! I’m Lessie, but not yours! Stop this madness!” I shouted, feeling like my lungs might burst.

My mouth watered at the sight, rushing over like a child I beamed in excitement. “That’s the eyes of someone who loves good pastries,” the blonde haired woman behind the counter stated, in her purple pinafore she placed another set of doughnuts under the casing. “Welcome to Freddies, which cravings do you want satisfied today?” my eyes found the name tag, Freddie. “Freddie? You’re Freddie?” I ask not expecting her to be a woman. “The one and only,” she smiled widely, it was warmly to see her so excited while serving pastries. I would come here everyday to brighten my mood.

Clasping my thighs tight against it, I allowed him to do his will. Freddy didn't waste any time bringing me to tears. "Should I stop?" "Don't you dare!" He chuckled, proceeding to dig in deeper, withdrawing slowly while his lips trembled against the skin of my neck. I lost it. I missed Freddy. I miss how good it used to be. "Fredmon," I whispered into his ear, my voice shaky, you'd think I said "Red monkey" Silence. "F*ck me back to my senses. Please.”

Carefully I hooked my fingers into the lacy waist of her panties and ever so slowly I gently pulled them down to her knees to feast on the first sight of her pussy. Berl's pussy was bare, not hair in sight, plump a deep slit, pink lips poking out, shiny wet, inviting. Exposed like that I bent to seize the moment but with a girlish giggle she forestalled me and her hands were suddenly covering and hiding her jewel box, I looked up at her questioningly? "Freddy loved this, he adored my little lady, but it was very very hairy then, he said he hair held the pussy smell he like....do you like he smell of pussy my love??"

I closed my eyes and the first face I saw in the back of my mind was one and only, Freddy. I saw him walking closer to me while slowly stripping his clothes off. Once he was naked, he stepped into the tub. He sat between my legs and inhaled deeply while looking into my eyes. "Honey Bunch, you smell so amazing. My stomach is growling to eat your delicious pussy." He said and he pushed his middle finger inside my mouth. I moaned softly as he slowly thrusted his finger in and out of my mouth to get it lubricated with my saliva.

Fredrick smiled and took her hand, then kissed her forehead. “You looked beautiful, princess,” Adam said and took her left hand and kissed it. “I am going to break any man that steals a gaze from you tonight,” Elvis said and planted his own kisses on her cheeks. He took her other hand in his arms. “I will break your head if you try that,” Fredrick said. His words were firm. He wouldn’t allow anyone to spoil his plans tonight, not even Elvis and Adam, the two most troublesome kids he had ever known. Elvis scowls. He pretended to be hurt. Even Adam couldn’t hide his smile.

He looked at Freddy dead in the eye, “Now give me back my stuff. No deal happens tonight, boys. Go back to your momma.” Freddy was still wide eye but he can’t step back now. He already prepared the star of this show. “Ha ha ha!!” He laughed loudly, followed by his men. “Holy shit! You really did that?!” He pointed at the motionless, bloody, tied men and turned back at him. “Well, I already guessed that but still, holy shit!” He laughed. “But I have another deal, I don’t think you can refuse this one. I call this, a deal for a beauty...” He grinned and took a step back. And Zachary looked at him even colder.

continued the host, smiling knowingly, “let's not waste any more time; let's welcome our four handsome and charming star alphas!" The cheers grew louder as the first name was called. "Stefan Moore!” The spotlights followed Stefan's steps, a man with neat black hair, piercing brown eyes, and glowing white skin beneath his black suit and blue shirt. His sweet smile was etched as he waved, and applause greeted him enthusiastically. "Freddy Byron!" The cheers were even louder as Freddy walked confidently. His brown hair was slightly messy, contrasting with his blue eyes that radiated alluring charm. He wore a white striped shirt without a tie, adding a casual impression that made several girls e

“No splitting. No disappearing.” Scott finally turned from the window. His voice stayed even. “We leave in twenty. If you still want to.” Freeda held his gaze. “I want to.” Scott nodded once. “Wear something that feels like you,” he said. “Not what you wore for him.” Freeda went to her room and opened the closet. Dresses for Randy’s dinners stared back at her like a joke that cut. She shoved them aside and pulled on jeans and a black top that fit her like a glove. She tied her hair back. Simple earrings. Nothing soft to grab.

He was wearing a wrinkled coat, his hair was a mess, and he had an unkempt stubble. There was a layer of snow collecting at his feet, and he'd lost a noticeable amount of weight. I stared at him for a couple of seconds before I realized who it was. It was Presley. He caught sight of me at the same moment. His eyes instantly reddened, and he practically stumbled forward, lunging up the steps. "Natalie—" I stepped back on instinct, but he got his arms around me before I could move away. He held on tight, his arms trembling, as if he were terrified that I'd vanish if he loosened his grip.