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Billie Jean (Sexy MJ Story)
Michael Jackson was tired. Well, not tired enough to fall asleep. More of an overworked kind of tired. He had been on tour for four months straight, and on his first day off from his business he had to do interviews and press conferences all day. Itâ??s tiring work, if you think about it. He had to repeat answer after answer, listen to rumors and ignorant questions while he tried not to blow his topâ?¦it exhausted him. He sighed heavily as he sat down on the ripped bar stool, putting his head in his hands. A big bald man came up to him, asking if he wanted anything. Michael looked up at him, surprised that no one recognized him through his cheap disguise that he just whipped together: a baseball hat that covered his hair and sunglasses with a long coat on. He looked like Sherlock Holmes, he thought. â??Beer. Keep it on tap.â? Michael managed to say, trying to not sound like himself. It was actually quite comical listening to himself with a deeper voice and he tried not to laugh. The bartender nodded and went to work to get his drink. Michael took a look around the musty old bar he had found around the corner from his hotel room in England. He and his brothers were doing some deals and random concerts around the Europe area. He didnâ??t want to go on this business trip though. It was a waste of his time, in his opinion. He wanted to do more. He didnâ??t want to be stuck with his brothers for the rest of his life. Sure, he loved them very muchâ?¦ but he wanted to actually be able do something on his own without his father guilt tripping him into doing something with his brothers. The bar was nearly empty, sparing the few old men who were playing pool in the corner and a few younger men like him who were sitting at the bar. A couple women sat at a table gossiping and giggling, watching the men play their game. Michael caught eye with one. She looked to be about his age, if not a little younger. She had icy blue eyes that stood out from the yellow glow of the old, dusty bar lights. Her hair was golden and long, her bangs feathered in the way girls did it those days. He saw her smile towards him and tossed her hair back, giggling to her friends and motioning to himself. He smiled back a little and was caught out of his fantasy when he heard the bartender slam down a huge mug of beer next to him. He looked up and quietly thanked him, taking a sip of the bitter drink. Michael was never one to drink excessively; only a drink or two when at social parties or a friendâ??s house. He has only ever been completely wasted two times in his life, once when he turned eighteen and he had a party at his brotherâ??s house and again at a club a friend of his brought him to. But for some reason, he had feeling that he wanted to let go that night. He wanted to act like a normal twenty-two year old man who went out and got drunk every once and a while. And what better way to do this then at two in the morning in the middle of nowhere in Europe? There would be no photographers here to take pictures of him drunk and the place was almost completely empty. And besides, who would be up and walking around at two in the morning? He was completely fool proof with this. He downed his drink quickly and the bartender brought another mug to him, taking the empty one away. Michael thanked him and jumped when he heard the stool next to him scrape violently against the linoleum flooring of the bar. He quickly turned to see who it was and was surprised to see the blue eyed girl from across the bar sit there. The girl was more beautiful up close. She had an even nose and thick lips that were painted a dark red, making them even sultrier then Michael imagined they were already. Her eyes stood out against her pale complexion from its dark eye shadow and eye liner and thick eyelashes. Her smile was a blindingly white color with perfectly straight teeth. And her bodyâ?¦ that just made Michael turned on more. She was wearing a stomach-bearing off the shoulder shirt that was v-neck and a short skirt, with fish net stockings and heels. Her body curved in the right ways and her stomach was completely flat. Her legs seemed to be never ending as they crossed over each other in her chair. Michael had to try to keep his eyes away from the lace bra that was peaking out of the v-neck top she had on, her breasts pretty much overlapping the material from being large. The girl smiled at him, making him catch his breath. â??Hello,â? she drawled out in her thick accent, batting her eyelashes. â??H-h-hi,â? Michael stuttered, resting his hands over his growing bulge in his pants to try to make it unnoticeable. After a few moments of silence, the girl said, â??Well arenâ??t you gonna ask for my name?â? Michael shook his head, â??Oh yeah! Whatâ??s your name?â? Michael tilted his head, furrowing his brows in deep thought, like he was focusing on every word she said. The girl laughed lightly, folding her hands on her crossed knees. â??Billie Jean, Billie Jean Reynolds.â? Michael took out his hand, and tried to think of a fake name to use. He didnâ??t want to lie, but if he told her the truth she would probably freak out and not want to spend time with him. â??Uh, my name isâ?¦Jackson Michaels. Nice to meet you.â? He flinched at the name he came up with. Could he be any more obvious? I mean really, that was just stupid. â??Nice to meet you too, Jack. It is okay to call you that right?â? Billie Jean shook his hand and smiled at him. â??Oh yeah, itâ??s fine, is it okay if I just called you Billie?â? Michael said in his fake deep voice. He straightened the hat that covered his hair and fixed his dark aviator glasses. â??Sure darling, you can call me whatever youâ??d like,â? Billie said batting her lashes and giggling. Michael caught an arterial motive in her comment and blushed, looking down for a moment. â??Can I buy you a drink?â? he asked after a small silence. â??Iâ??d like that.â? Michael smiled and motioned for the bartender to come over, looking at her expectantly so she can order what she wanted. She ordered some kind of fruity drink and Michael ordered another beer, feeling himself get tipsy from drinking two mugs of the beverage. â??So, Jack, what brings you to this boring little old English town? Itâ??s obvious youâ??re not really from here,â? Billie said. â??Where are you from?â? Billie asked, sipping her drink. Michael took a gulp of his beer. â??Iâ??m here on business; Iâ??m originally from Los Angeles, California.â? Michael answered, turning in his stool so he could face her. â??Really? Los Angeles? I always wanted to visit there.â? Billie said, shocked. â??It isnâ??t all that great. Thereâ??s so much traffic and itâ??s always busy.â? Michael shrugged, taking another sip from his drink. Billie smiled and shrugged too, gulping down her drink. She ordered another one and so did Michael. â??What do you do, Jack, that makes you able to fly all around the world? It must be exciting.â? Billie asked, looking like she was actually interested. â??Well, I work in the business industry.â? Michael tried to lie. He didnâ??t know how to lie about his job without making it too dishonest. â??Oh, so youâ??re a suit?â? Billie joked, smiling at him. Michael laughed. â??I guess you can say that.â? He chuckled. â??What do you do?â? â??Iâ??m a waitress at an old diner, but I love to dance. I dance to anything, but my one love is ballet.â? â??Youâ??re a ballerina? Thatâ??s amazing.â? Michael commented. It explained her perfect body and grace. â??Yeah,â? Billie trailed off, taking of sip of her drink. An hour later and Michael and Billie were completely wasted. Michael was in the middle of telling Billie a story about one of his brothers and she was laughing so hard she had to hold her stomach. â??And then, I told Randy, that wasnâ??t no man, thatâ??s Aunt Ursula!â? Michael finished the story, slurring all the words together that nobody but Billie could really understand him. â??Oh my God, thatâ??s so funny!â? Billie laughed, trying to calm down. Michael took a gulp from his seventh mug of beer and Billie stared at him from over her drink, calming down her giggles. Michael noticed her staring and laughed, â??What?!â? She laughed and shrugged, â??Nothing, itâ??s just that I feel like I know you from somewhere.â? Michael choked on his drink, â??Huh?! Thatâ??sâ?¦thatâ??s impossible!â? â??Oh I know, I was just sayinâ??.â? Billie said, looking down. Michael stared at her and she eventually looked up. They met eyes and Billie licked her lips, as she kept looking down at his. Michael took out a hundred dollar bill from his pocket of his tight jeans and placed it on the bar. â??Billie, would you like to go back to my hotel room with me?â? Michael asked slurred, smiling with a lopsided smile. â??I was wondering what took you so long to ask!â? Billie said, laughing. They stood up and stumbled their way out of the bar, she winking at her friends who giggled at her and giving her thumbs up. Michael hailed a cab to go to his hotel. They got in the back and Billie sat on Michaelâ??s lap and connected her lips to his. Michael was hesitant at first but then after a second responded hungrily. Itâ??s been a while since he was with a woman. A couple years actually. She got on her knees between Michaels legs, draping her arms on either side of him as he grabbed her ass and tightly squeezed. When at the hotel, Michael threw some money at the driver and hopped out of the taxi, trying not to take his lips from Billieâ??s. The couple stumbled and tripped their way into the hotel, not once disconnecting their lips. They went to the elevator and got in, Michael slamming her into the wall in the back of the elevator. He kissed down her neck, sucking hard and nipping at her flesh. She let out a hearty moan and brought his lips back up to hers to kiss. His tongue licked her bottom lip and she opened her mouth, inviting him into it. He savored the inside of her mouth and pressed his hard pelvis against hers, making her pant into his mouth. The elevator dinged and Michael removed his lips from hers, panting. He grabbed her hand and walked out of the elevator with her, jogging down to his hotel room. Right next to the door, Michael banged her against the wall and kissed her again, not being able to resist. She switched it around and banged him against he wall, letting her hands roam over his body. Her hands smoothed over his chest and made her hands go down his stomach and land on his belt buckle, her fingers dangling in front of his hard package and swiping over it teasingly. He moaned into her mouth and grabbed her hand, making her keep her hand over his hard-on. She moved her lips to his ear and whispered into it sexily, â??You just wait until we get in there, Jack.â? Her fingers unzipped his zipper and button on his pants and slipped into the material of his underwear, rubbing her fingers seductively up and down his penis as he closed his eyes in pleasure, his mouth opening a little. She smiled and breathed on his neck whispering once again, â??Just wait.â? Michael groaned in anticipation and she grabbed his finger and sucked on it hard, looking at him with sultry eyes. Michael heard a door open and looked up through hazy eyes, hearing that personâ??s gasp. â??Oh, oh my God, Iâ??m sorry man. Iâ??ll go in now.â? Jackie said embarrassed, going into the lit up room. Michael could hear his brotherâ??s say, â??What was it?â? and Jackie saying, â??Michael getting it on with a girl in the hallway,â? as he closed the door. Michael chuckled at his brothers and pushed off Billie, re-buttoning and zipping his pants. She looked at him with a questioning frown and switched weight from foot to foot. She put her hand on the wall and stuck her hip out, placing her hand on it. Michael searched his pockets for his room key, fumbling. He was so wasted he could barely see straight, let alone look for a room key. â??God damnit!â? he shouted obnoxiously, not being able to hold it in. Billie laughed and stumbled from the wall, giggling. Michael started laughing and found the key, opening the door. He grabbed Billieâ??s waist and pulled her in the room, closing the door shut. He threw the room key on the table by the door and pushed her through the room. It was hard to navigate through the large suite but a lamp by the bed made it achievable to get to the desired location. He pushed her down on the bed and leaned between her legs to kiss her. She laid her head down on the fluffy pillow and grabbed his head, pressing his lips hard on hers. Michael took her skirt and pulled it up to her waist and moved his pelvis in circular motions over her drenched panties. She moaned in his mouth and pulled away, closing her eyes in pleasure. Michael watched her face for a second, feeling himself getting almost painfully hard at the facial expressions she was making. Her eyes popped open suddenly and she looked at his clothes and disguise unsettlingly. She flipped them over and pulled off Michaelâ??s hat from his head. She pushed the jacket off his arms and threw it on the floor, leaving him in just a regular button up shirt and tight bell-bottom pants. He started to get worried that he was going to get caught so he turned off the lamp on the beside table just as she took off his sunglasses. â??Hey, no fair! I wanted to see what you look like!â? Billie said laughing, going to turn on the light. Michael grabbed her hand and kissed the palm of it, shushing her groan of complaint. â??Just wait, itâ??ll be so much better if you didnâ??t.â? Michael said, sighing. He sat up in the bed and she did too, sitting on her knees. She cupped his face, and Michael could see from the low glow of the street lights that shown through the window and cascaded over her face that she was frowning. â??I donâ??t get it.â? She finally said, slouching. Michael felt bad for letting her down, but told himself it was only for the best. â??Believe me, it will ruinâ?¦â? Michael thought of a word for a second, â??this. It will ruin whatâ??s going on. Please, just trust me.â? Billie looked into his eyes and sighed, â??Itâ??s hard to trust someone I just met.â? Michael looked back strongly and repeated what he had said in a whisper, smoldering his eyes into hers. â??Just trust me.â? She stared back for a second and then pressed her lips to his, wrapping her arm around his neck and using the other to play with his messy curly hair. He wrapped both arms around her and she scooted as close as she could to his body, resting between his legs. She pushed him down on the bed, his head hitting the pillows. She started to kiss him hungrily, biting on his lip to let him know that she wanted him to open his mouth. He did as he was told and opened, feeling her moist heated tongue massage his. Her hands roamed down his chest and to where the first button was, opening it with her graceful hands. She opened the rest of the buttons and Michael lifted his body so she could pull it off him. He got goose bumps as he felt the cool air touch his bare chest and shivered slightly. She rubbed her hands up and down his chest to warm him and Michael went limp, loving the feeling of her small hands touching his skin. He moved his arms so they were at her sides and scraped up them with his fingernails lightly, sending a tingling feeling down her spine. He went to the beginning of her shirt and pulled it over her head, taking in her almost naked torso. His hands went to the back of her strapless laced bra and unclipped it masterly, letting it fall off her and reveal her bare breasts to him. They bounced away from its confinement and Michael stared open mouth. He had never been with a girl with such big breasts; all his past girlfriends had smaller breasts. These had to be a size D at least. His hands went up to cup her breasts and she closed her eyes. His thumbs worked over her tender nipples and his fingers massaged the skin around it. She moaned and leaned forward. Michael sucked on her neck and licked around her jaw. Billieâ??s hands slowly moved down to Michaelâ??s pants and opened the button and unzipped the zipper agonizingly slow, inch by inch. Michael removed his hands from her breasts and held his body up with his hands so she could remove his jeans. She tossed them aside and went down his body, facing his underwear. She pulled down his boxers, gasping in shock. He was huge. His penis had to be at least ten or more inches long. â??Itâ??s true.â? Billie said, staring at his erect penis with hungry eyes. Michael looked up at her, furrowing his eyebrows. â??Huh?â? he asked confused. â??Black men really do have huge dicks.â? She said, looking at him with wide eyes. He started to laugh and she smiled, â??Hey donâ??t laugh at me! Iâ??ve never been with a black man and Iâ??ve definitely never seen a penis as big as yours.â? â??Oh, well, thank you I guess.â? He said awkwardly. She smiled and reached over, her breasts brushing over his penis, making it harder, so she could push him down. She went back down, taking her tiny hand and grasping the base of his penis. She moved up and down the shaft, making him go even harder than before, if possible. She licked the sides, dragging her lips up to the tip. She put her mouth around it slowly, rubbing his balls with both hands. Her tongue ran around the tip and her cheeks made a hollow sucking motion, pulling as much as she could into her mouth. Michael moaned out loud and grasped the bed sheets, closing his eyes and opening his mouth. She bobbed her head and sucked, still licking the sides of his penis in a pattern. Michael was in heaven. He hadnâ??t gotten a blowjob in quite some time, and missed the feeling of his dick being sucked on. He felt himself go to his peak and moaned out loud, yelling, â??Iâ??m, Iâ??m, Iâ??m gonna cum!â? Billie felt Michaelâ??s warm liquid shoot into the back of her throat and she swallowed every last drop, taking out Michaelâ??s penis from her mouth. He was panting when she looked up and sweat drenched his body. Michael pulled Billie up to him and she sat on his stomach. He undid the button on her skirt and she lifted her ass so he could take it off of her. She slid off his stomach and back down to his penis, grabbing it in her hands and rubbing it up and down as hard as she could. Michael felt himself grow hard again and closed his eyes in pleasure at her giving him a hand job. He became fully hard now and Billie took off her panties, removing her hand. He looked down and saw what she was doing, and flipped them over. She opened her legs and Michael dove into her warmth, both of them moaning at the feeling. He moved in her slowly at first, then started to go harder and harder. He grinded his hips into hers and she moaned at the feeling of his twisting dick inside of her, hitting her spot every time. â??Fuck, yes, Jack, oh, harder, harderâ?¦â? Billie yelled as her head fell back on the pillows, her nails clawing into his back so hard she started to cut skin. â??Mmm, Billie, you feel soâ?¦ you feel so tight and wetâ?¦ fuck, fuck, fuckâ?¦ ugh, Billie,â? Michael moaned, moving his hips into hers as she started to move faster with him, meeting him with every thrust. â??Jack! Harder! Harder! Fuck me deeper!â? Billie screamed, her face in a grimace of pleasure as he jack hammered into her core. He moved harder and harder into her, hitting her spot and sucked on her breast, her screaming as she came hard on him. Her body shook violently as her juices flowed over Michaelâ??s dick that was still pounding into her wet, tired vagina. He kept moving until finally it was his undoing and he came inside of her, filling her with his sweet juices. He rode out and then pulled his penis out of her, lying down next to her head, panting. He got under the covers, his eyes feeling heavy. She snuggled into his side and he wrapped an arm around her and closed his eyes, falling asleep. The next morning, Michael woke up to a horrible head ache. He sat up in bed, rubbing his head and flinching in pain. The phone by his head was ringing and he flinched at the annoying sound. â??What?!â? he said as he answered the phone, his voice hoarse from last night. He heard laughing on the other side and was confused. â??Good morning, sunshine.â? The voice finally said and Michael recognized it as his brother Jermaine. Michael lay back down in bed and sighed, rubbing his eyes with his hand. â??What do you want, Jermaine?â? â??Joseph wants you for breakfast.â? Jermaine said. â??Okay, Iâ??ll be there soon.â? Michael said, running a hand through his curly messy hair. â??I heard you had a nice night last night.â? Jermaine laughed then said something to someone, and Michael could hear his brothers laughing and talking in the back round as well. â??Dude, you were so loud, it woke me up, and Iâ??m across the hall!â? Michael didnâ??t know what he was talking about at first then froze. He looked under the blankets and saw that he was naked. He looked next to him and there was no one there. He got out of bed and hung up the phone, looking around the suite to see if Billie was in there somewhere. When he got to the front door of the suite, he saw a note stuck to the door. He pulled it off and read it, â??Last night was great. I had a fantastic time, but I donâ??t think this should happen again. I think we should make a clean break and end it here. Have a nice life, Michael Jackson. Billie Jean.â? Michael read the note in shock. One, that he would never see her again. Two, she knew it was him the whole time? And she didnâ??t freak out? Michael went into his bedroom and took out sweat pants and a t-shirt. He grabbed his room key and walked out the door, to his brotherâ??s room for breakfast, not once being able to get that pretty blond haired, blue eyed girl out of his mind.
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