I arrive at the venue and, speeding through town like a crazed woman, I managed to make up the lost time. I flip down the sun-visor’s mirror and quickly check my makeup again. I add a little blush and give myself one last look. I feel nervous. It’s a strange feeling, being nervous about seeing your loved one. He had, however, been on tour for 8 months and I was so intent on making sure our evening would be unforgettable that it made sense. As the thought of what we’d be up to after the gig ran through my mind, I unconsciously bit my lip and clenched my thighs as my inner muscles contracted and my insides again began lubricating themselves, expecting penetration.
I sat there a few dreamy seconds. I wanted him inside me so badly that I felt I could cry. Suddenly I heard tapping on the car window and snapped out of it. It was Katy, the bombshell girlfriend of another one of the band members. I wondered whether she had been staring at me and felt embarrassment wash over me. I hesitated, and stumbled out of the car, dropping my phone, keys and wallet. I knelt down, picked everything up, and stood back up to face her, dreading how embarrassingly red my face must’ve been. “Hey babe, it’s so nice to see ya again! Are you feeling OK? You seem a little flustered,” she asked. “Hey you…yeah…umm…I’m…yeah…just…running late and…a little stressed I guess?” I stuttered. She gave a smile that I couldn’t decipher and said “Don’t worry babe, I know exactly how you feel.” She knew. She must’ve known. That smile, I had seen it before, whenever her boyfriend and she were busy making out in a corner at a party. Again my mind switched off to the thought of her and her man going at it, his fingers exploring her at the end of the bar while the others drank. “Babe?!” she said, and I snapped back to it again, my cheeks flushing, again. “Sorry, I just…I’m tired” I hesitantly said. She put her arm around me, walking me to the entrance, and told me not to worry, that they were dying to see us no matter how tired we were or how we looked. As we approached the venue from the parking lot her hand slipped down my back, over my cutoffs, and to my surprise right between my legs and cupped my mound as she said “besides, this is all they’re thinking about anyway!” I began to moan but stopped myself. I was petrified. She must’ve felt how wet I was down there, given there was only a veil of silk and a tiny denim seam between her hand and my freshly-shaved, dripping slit. She took her hand away but not without letting a finger trail next to the denim seam, right on the silk fabric, from the front to the back with a little more pressure. As we passed through the doors she said, “Babe, just relax and have fun.” As she walked away she bit her lip and I could see her rub her thumb and middle finger together, feeling my wetness. I felt like I was having a panic attack. My pussy was contracting as if I was orgasming and my breathing became irregular. My body was begging to be taken and I felt like my mind had no control over my flesh anymore. My eyes closed as I tried to compose myself.
That’s when I felt him. As I stood there with eyes closed I heard heavy footsteps running towards me, then strong arms around me and soft lips on my mouth. I opened my eyes in exhilaration, threw my own arms around his neck, and kissed him deeply. In no time I was drunk with passion for him. Our lips fused together. His hands reached down to my thighs and he picked me up. I wrapped my arms around his waist tightly. I wanted to feel him and his body touch mine again. We stopped kissing for an instant, looked at each other, our eyes locked, and smiled like mad people, and then our mouths met again. I was lost in his kisses. My legs were tight around his waist and my crotch found his belt buckle. My body took hold of me again and despite my usually better judgement I found myself pressing my mound against him. I could feel that denim seam being pressed in between my folds and the sensation was overwhelming. I pressed into him and ground my hips in circles a few times before losing myself to an orgasm right there in his arms. I stopped kissing him and bit into his shoulder to stop me from making too much noise as I shook in his struggling hold. I stayed there in his arms, gasping for air. “I knew you missed me, but I didn’t realize how much” he said. I let a final wave of pleasure wash over me and responded. “I…missed…you…and…your…babe…please…I…need…” I struggled to speak and make myself clear. “Babe, relax, we have all the time in the world. Let’s have a walk through backstage and catch up with everyone then we can set-up, get the show over with, and then have the night to ourselves, OK?” He spoke to me like he was worried I was sick. Today it did feel like an illness, or rather an addiction or longing for my fix. Every nerve in my body was on fire…a fire that wouldn’t be put out. I slipped out of his arms and hugged him. I told him how much I loved and missed him and how glad I was that he was back and couldn’t wait to spend the next few days getting cozy at home.
I followed him backstage where everyone had met up and were catching up. We had lunch before we cracked some beers open and listened to all the shenanigans that had happened on their tour. All throughout those few hours hanging out I noticed Katy looking over at me every few minutes. She had a knowing look in her eyes. A few beers in I started feeling woozy and light. I realized I hadn’t said a word. I’d been sitting there completely spaced-out, with only the lewdest thoughts in my head. I looked over at her again ad she bit her lip and winked at me. Why couldn’t she just stop teasing me already! I couldn’t take it anymore and thought the only way to curb my thoughts for a moment would be to bring myself to orgasm again and satisfy my appetite for a few more hours. I stood up. Tim grabbed my wrist and asked me “are you alright, baby?” – “Yeah, just need the bathroom quick” I replied, trying to mask the lie with a smile and a kiss on the cheek. As soon as I was out of the room I picked up my pace. I basically jogged to the bathroom, slammed the door open, locked myself in a stall and had my cutoffs and nylons around my ankles in the blink of an eye. I let out a sigh as I sat and then a moan as my hand roughly massaged my pussy. I was so fucking wet, my hand and inner thighs were slick with my juices in no time. I went back to my thoughts to accompany me to orgasm, but this time I didn’t have Tim in my head. It was Katy. I thought of her hand back on my mound.
I thought about her telling me to follow her once we walked into the venue, and her leading me to the bathroom. She would push me in and lock the door behind us. She would push me up against the tile wall and pin me against it with a hand around my neck. She would kiss me and let her tongue explore my mouth as she told me how much of a filthy, depraved slut I am. Her other hand would reach between my legs and tear a hole in the fabric of my tights. She would taste me first, and then plunge one, then two, then three fingers into me, her thumb resting heavily on my clit. She would hardly let me catch my breath as her fingers abused my pussy roughly. She would move faster and faster, with one final hard thrust as I broke into orgasm. She would take her hand away from my neck. My legs would turn to rubber. I’d fall onto the floor convulsing in orgasm. She would laugh at me, call me a whore one last time, then walk out, leaving me there.
I came hard in the stall. No one had walked in so I let myself moan. I brought my sticky fingers to my mouth and sucked on them whilst my heartbeat dropped. I wiped up the mess between my legs and pulled my clothes back up. I washed my hands before going back to the backstage room. In the corridor, heading to the bathroom herself, she looked me up from head to toe, and winked at me knowingly as she brushed past me. The rest of the afternoon was boozy, but uneventful. Tim and I helped set-up and talked a lot while doing so. Running all the electronics and cables around kept my mind off the sex although he mostly kept saying how much he missed me and wanted to be at home with me, finally alone. Once sound-check was done, we went back to the backstage and had some dinner while the venue opened its doors and started filling-up.
They took to the stage with a wild cheer from the crowd. It was after all their home-crowd, and a good third of the people were friends and family of all the band members and their entourages. It was amazing to see them on stage again. It was even more amazing to see how much energy they had after 8 months of doing this on almost a daily basis. It was always exhilarating to feel the raw power of their music live. His passion and dedication to it was what I admired most when I first met him. Right now, watching from the front row, it was turning me on. He couldn’t keep his eyes off me from the stage. His passion for the music clearly ignited other passions within him. Each time he looked I either blushed or winked or bit my lips. He looked amazing. His tattooed skin glistening with sweat, his muscles taught…I wanted to be where his bass was: between his powerful hands. I let my mind drift again. First to his sweaty body over mine then wishing the crowds behind me would let their hands roam over my body ad take me, all of them, one by one in the venue, leaving me in a pool of sweat and cum. My thoughts were getting dirtier as it got closer to actually being alone with him. This was my body building itself up for something big. I hoped my expectations wouldn’t be disappointed. I wanted to give him more right now though, and I wanted to show him how much I wanted him to ravage me. I left the front row and made my way backstage again. I found my way to a spot on the left of the stage, hidden behind the curtains, but in plain view of the band. He was closest to me. Every time he’d look over at me, I’d have a little surprise for me. He first noticed me at the end of the song they were playing when I got there. He looked over and I gave him a wink, and then mouthed out “come and fuck me”. He was stunned for a second, until Roy, the singer called over at him to pay attention. Oops. They burst into their next song. I crossed my arms. As he turned my way again I sneakily took one hand and pinched my nipple and bit my bottom lip for a fraction of a second, like a snapshot of my lust. Again it stunned him and he missed a couple of notes on his bass. The rest of the band looked his way then past him and noticed me standing there innocently. They looked annoyed. They finished the song and he looked over again. I lifted my shirt, again just for the blink of an eye, showing him my tattooed and pierced chest. This time he didn’t flinch. He wanted it, and he was ready for it. He stood there calmly and started playing again, bringing them into their next and last song. As they were fully into it, and the rest of the band at their microphones singing, he turned to me confidently and watched. I let my left thumb trail along the waistband of my cutoffs. Back and forth…then disappearing under the hem and pulling them out. I cheekily looked down and saw the top of my mound, then back at him. His face was full of lust…hungry even. My right hand slowly disappeared into my cutoffs and below my tights and felt my wetness one more time. Oh how wet and warm and slippery. I stood there stage-left, masturbating hidden from the crowd. The other band members noticed Tim staring to the side, and saw me there…the slut that I am, putting on my own show. They grinned and got back to their singing, but Tim didn’t flinch. He stood there, fucking me with his eyes as I flicked my clit harder and harder. Their song ended. The crowd cheered. I came. I fell to my knees. My legs trembled. My eyes closed. My mouth wide open, letting out a loud moan.
The crowd died down and the band left a stage, with Roy finishing off with a wise-ass apology for Tim paying more attention to his own show than the crowd. Tim dropped his bass on the stage and walked straight to me. He grabbed my arm and roughly lifted me up off the floor. He brought me to my feet, and whispered in my ear. “If you want to continue being a good little whore for me, collect my belongings and meet me at home.” He walked away and disappeared. I was worried I’d upset him, but the way he called me his little whore told me I was probably wrong. I rushed to get his things then headed to the car. He was nowhere to be seen. He must’ve driven off in the band’s van. I drove back in silence, feeling the wetness build again.
Everything else happened in a blur. I walked in the door and immediately his hands were on me. I protested as he bent my wrists behind my back and cuffed them together with thick leather cuffs. “I bought those in Amsterdam” he said. Before I could say anything intelligible I had a ball-gag in my mouth, which muffled my subsequent screams. Once I quietened down he said “And that, I bought in Rio, and I’m rather pleased at how well it works”. I mumbled something unintelligibly. I was wide-eyed and angry. This isn’t how I’d pictured our first night together. “You know Babe, I missed you a lot while I was on tour. I touched myself often and thought about you as we drove and flew from city to city”. He pulled out a pair of scissors and cut through my hoodie, cutoffs, and tights as I tried to protest. He forcefully pulled my face to his from the metal loop at the front of the gag as he plunged two fingers inside me. I screamed and felt my eyes tear up. I didn’t like this. I wanted cuddles and wine and sex. “I thought about you a lot. About the things you do to me, and the things you like me doing to you. But then I started thinking about all the things I’d like to do to you but never got a chance. So every once in a while I went shopping.” He dragged me to the living room and threw me on the couch. As I tried to compose myself he moved the coffee table off of the carpet. “Get on your knees”, he commanded. I looked at him in disdain and shrugged my shoulders as if to say “make me.” Without warning he backhanded both sides of my face. I couldn’t believe it. We had talked about being rough with each other but this was out of line! Who the fuck does he think he is?! He grabbed the loop in the gag and threw me off the couch and onto the carpet. “Knees!!!” I reluctantly obliged and got on my knees. He stood behind me, grabbed the back of my neck in a firm grip and pushed my face down onto the carpet. I felt him take a step back and take in a deep breath, like you would when you come around a blind turn to a beautiful view! He approached again and I felt his fingers running over my shiny pussy. I squirmed at the pleasure. In that moment something happened to me. All the hatred accumulated in the last minutes disappeared. In its place came longing. A longing to be filled. A longing to feel like I couldn’t survive being touched for another second. Fuck my prissiness. I had been dying to be ravaged all day. I suppose I was disappointed at the lack of romance at first but I was coming ‘round to the fact that this is exactly what I needed. I wiggled my butt in the air a few times, spurring him on. I heard him open a bag. “This, I bought in Berlin,” he said, as I felt a cold trickle hit my exposed anus. I squealed at the feeling. “It’s silicone based, so it won’t wear out. Also, it’s meant to be waterproof. You know how we have trouble in the shower? We can try it tomorrow morning.” I grunted. I just wanted my holes to be filled with cock and I didn’t want to wait until tomorrow. Then I felt something pressing against my ass. “This one is from Chicago. The shop attendant said it was slightly bigger than the biggest one they suggest for untrained people. It should hurt just enough, and plug you up nicely.” He started gently…pushing it inside me. I protested. I tried to distance my hips from him, but he slapped me hard on each buttcheek and grabbed my hair from the back to keep my face on the ground and my body still. I started to cry. I wasn’t prepared for him to stretch me. But god I wanted it anyway. As I felt him put a little more pressure on me and try to push a little deeper, my lust took over. My hips bucked back into the pressure and the cold (I guessed it was metal) plug ripped past my tight hole into me. I screamed an animal’s scream. It hurt but I didn’t care. I orgasmed. My mind slipped into some unknown place for a few seconds and when I snapped to it I was writhing on the floor. I could feel my asshole spasming around the base of the plug as wave after wave of pleasure rushed over me. “I don’t want to waste all the toys on tonight, but let’s try a few more. Like these clamps.” He said. I hadn’t even stopped trembling as he squeezed my breasts and I felt the clamps tighten around my nipples. I squealed again. He then rolled me onto my back and sat on my legs to keep me still. He spread my labia as to my terror a third clamp was applied to my clit. I yelped out in the most intense pain/pleasure I had felt in my life. I had wanted to be his filthy little whore and he was damn well making sure that that happened. Next he pulled out a thin metal chain with 4 ends to it. He clipped 2 ends to my nipple clamps and one end to the one on my clit. I feared a fourth clip was coming when instead stood over me and tugged on the 4th end hard. Pain shot to my nipples and clit. “Stand up, whore,” he said. A leash. He had me on a leash. I stood up. Crying, leaking out of my pussy, keeping my legs spread due to the pain in my ass. “Do you remember that night in Portugal,” he said, as the other members of the band and their girlfriends walked in.
THE END
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