I told my bf I would be his trashy slut for the night, so he took me behind the bar his band was playing at, creampied me while he smoked his cigarette, and sent me back inside. [MF]

Hey everyone I’m back at it again with the slutty behaviour ;)

For those of you who don’t know I’m a regular poster, and a few people have seemed to enjoy my stories about the crazy weird sexy stuff I (21F) do with my boyfriend, Drake (22M) so I’ll continue to share them as long as there’s interest. You can check out my post history for some pics of me, and additional stories about our antics including inappropriate locations, road head, being overheard, phone sex with another girl, etc.

Also, a few people have been wondering recently if I’m telling the truth, and honestly, when you’re a crazy person dating someone who is also crazy, it’s not uncommon to get yourself into some wild sex situations. You really just have to have balls of steel and not give a fuck! It’s scary sometimes but honestly worth it in my opinion, the sex with him is the hottest I’ve ever had because of it.

PS – for those who have read my stories know about Sage, the singer for his band, who we have had fun with in the past. She has been traveling a lot for work and we haven’t had a chance to play yet, but the tension builds every day. I promise there will be a story as soon as something happens with her as well! ;) she was at the show on the night all of this happened but I didn’t get the chance to speak to her much. She’s also not really important to this story.

Anyway, onto the story. If you’d like a mental picture of me, like I said you can check my post history for some photos. I’m pale, with dark hair, and tiny (5’2!) but with a big fat ass and tits, and I’ve got a grungy soft goth aesthetic going on. My boyfriend is a pro musician so he’s got tattoos, piercings, and he’s tall and sturdy with broad shoulders and a considerable amount of strength. His thing is the biker/punk rock/skater guy thing and he pulls it off EXTREMELY well. He’s got shoulder length curly black hair and sexy blue eyes.

Recently, there was a night his band was playing a show at a bar that’s kind of out in the country and hosts a lot of local as well as bigger acts. He had on his bike boots and some black jeans and a flannel, and I was wearing a black ripped sweater, jeggings, a beanie, and a pair of high heeled burgundy suede sock boots that make my ass pop like a little peach. I also had my makeup all done up, dark and glam, just the way he likes it.

I was good for him all night leading up to the show, and invited a few of my friends to come see the show as well, including a guy who I dated briefly for a few months before I met Drake. He’s cool with all of my friends, even the ones who are exes, but he’s still pretty possessive over me.All night I was either sitting on Drake’s lap making out with him, snuggled up next to him, or at least holding onto his wallet chain like a little puppy so we wouldn’t get separated in the crowd. It was pretty packed in the bar since his band is fairly well known in our area.

At one point, we had a moment alone and were sitting on the patio in a corner on a little couch. He was sitting normally and my legs were draped over his lap. We were making out and it was hot with a lot of groping and tongues, and we were whispering dirty things to each other. I decided I was going to be bold tonight since I already had some alcohol and weed in my system so once it started getting real hot and heavy, I began nibbling on the shell of his ear while whispering, “I can be your trashy, dirty little slut tonight if you want, daddy. You can manhandle me, you can treat me like your little toy. I would love that.”

He was hard before I even finished my sentence. I could feel his bulge stiffen but there wasn’t much we could do since the show started almost immediately after that. They went on stage to play and the whole time I was gazing up at him with the biggest heart eyes you can imagine. I chatted with my friends and had some drinks, but I could tell he wanted me by the way he was staring me down from the stage, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Our lives had been a constant cycle of work, school, and stress, and it was our first night off in a minute for both of us, so we hadn’t gotten to fuck in a while. We were both starving for sex and I could tell we were starting to approach the point where our biological animal urges kick in and we just really stop giving a fuck and cant function until we get some.

The band stopped for a set break and Drake came down from the stage and strode toward me looking incredibly serious. I started getting wet as soon as I saw his face. He looked like he wanted to fuck my brains out, and he always gets dominant and aggressive in these situations.

Drake approached the table I was sitting at and grabbed my hand. “You’re coming with me.”

I melted. Clumsily excusing myself to my friends, I stumbled after him, having to run to catch up. We went out a door backstage that let out behind the building and he grabbed me by the front of my sweater, dragging me after him. We walked behind the bar, the heels of his boots thudding with every heavy step he took, and my anticipation growing with every second. He didn’t look at me, just pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and continued walking.

“You look too fucking hot for your own good, bunny.” Drake always calls me that because of the fact that he thinks I look like Lola Bunny, and also because I love fucking.

I giggled and blushed like a little schoolgirl.

“This isn’t fucking fair. You went and got yourself all dolled up and now I have to watch you from the stage looking sexy as fuck and letting that guy flirt with you.”

I could tell he wasn’t really angry with my friend (the one I dated for a while) he was simply horny and possessive, so I played along.

“I wasn’t flirting with him, I promise!”

“Oh, he was flirting with you though,” Drake snapped. “He probably misses fucking you. I know he was checking out your ass in those jeans, because I definitely was, and so was every guy in there.”

I smiled sweetly. “You’re the only one who gets to fuck me though.”

“Oh that’s what I’m about to do,” Drake said matter of factly. My eyes widened in surprise. I’d been expecting some hot making out maybe, but not this. He continued to smoke his cigarette while he spoke, and his voice was even and calm.

“What?” I squeaked. He looked down at me hungrily, his cerulean eyes were dark and stormy and his jaw was hard and set.

“I’m going to fuck you, cum inside you to mark my territory, then send you back in there for the second part of the show sitting in your soaked panties and feeling my load leak out of you,” he explained. The tone of voice he was using to describe these dirty things was confident and demanding. I knew I was definitely getting fucked HARD.

We came to a secluded corner behind the building that was shadowy enough to hide us relatively well. Drake snatched off my beanie and stuffed it in his back pocket before grasping a handful of hair with the hand that wasn’t holding his cigarette and shoved me to my knees. I gazed up at him with eager adoration, recalling how hot he was up there, destroying every song he played on stage, how sexy his voice sounded when he sang, how yummy he looked playing instruments with such expertise. I am always an absolute fangirl for him and this night was no different.

I hastily unbuckled his pants and pulled his already raging hard cock out of his boxers. It was thick and not too long, perfect for sucking and fucking in my opinion. Immediately it was in my mouth and I sighed happily at the delicious taste of his precum. Drake continued to smoke his cigarette while using his free hand to hold me by my hair for leverage when fucking my throat.

Pretty soon I was gagging and had drool running down my chin and tears down my face. Thank god for waterproof makeup or I would have looked like a used up little whore when he sent me back. He pulled me off his dick and a trail of spit followed, connected to my mouth. He yanked me to my feet.

“You’re a good little slut,” he murmured. “You know I’m the one who’s up there on stage, I’m the one in charge here. I’m the one getting paid, I’m the one with the groupies waiting backstage, and I’m also the one who gets to tell you what to do.”

I know Drake loves me and is truly faithful and kind, and in a normal situation he would NEVER say such things. I also know he certainly doesn’t actually think this way. However hearing him speak to me in such a degrading way made me so fucking wet it was ridiculous. He shoved me up against the wall, face first, ass sticking out for him to smack and play with. He started unbuttoning my jeans and pressed himself against me, sandwiching my body between his and the wall.

I gasped and he used his free hand to grope and slap my ass as hard as he could, touch all over my body, and sneak up my shirt to play with my nipples. I was writing in torturous pleasure. Drake is methodical and strategic when it comes to sex and he knows exactly what buttons to press to make me fall apart. He finally slid his fingers into my jeans and started rubbing my clit with his thumb while finger fucking me.

The combination of pressure on my g-spot along with how sensitive my clit was from being so horny earlier (as well as sex deprived) resulted in me racing to the brink of orgasm much faster than usual. I started breathing erratically, trying to brace myself with my hands.

“D-daddy, I’m gonna cum, please… please don’t stop,” I was begging him almost incomprehensibly.

“Cum for me you dirty fucking slut,” he spat in my ear as the orgasm shook my entire body down to the core of my soul. I screamed his name so loud along with “IM CUMMING FOR YOU DADDY OOOOOOHHH” that he had to toss his cigarette aside and clap a hand over my mouth. My entire body went limp and Drake had to hold me up against the wall until I was finished cumming so that I wouldn’t collapse in a little puddle on the ground.

My panties were completely soaked and I needed to feel his cock inside my deprived pussy. It was aching for him inside me. I needed it so badly. I could even feel it pulsing with anticipation.

“Shut the hell up, you dumb fucking slut. I can’t have anyone know I’m back here railing a dirty little whore’s pussy while I’m supposed to be working and professional,” he growled. I nearly screamed again. God I loved being talked to like that. I loved being treated like a mindless little tramp. I loved being humiliated and degraded.

“Please,” I whispered. “I need your cock inside me.”

Drake held up a finger so he could take out another cigarette to replace the previous one he had thrown away, lit it, and looked at me expectantly.

“You’d better not make me have to toss this one too or I’m going to be fucking pissed.”

I nodded and bent over a little so he could pull my jeans down over my ass. He left them sitting just under my cheeks and started slapping them hard, leaving a delectable stinging pain behind that I knew I’d be feeling for the rest of the night. Once he’d had enough he ordered me to spread his legs and used his fingers to spread open my sticky pussy.

“Wow you’re so creamy from cumming,” he said. I could hear the smirk in his voice.

Using the head of his cock to work me open he pushed it in quickly and started fucking me from behind with reckless abandon, slamming into me hard and deep, not giving a fuck about hurting me.

The pain from being fucked so hard was addicting and felt incredible. He used his free hand to hold my hair and occasionally took drags from his cigarette.

While Drake fucked me he continued to say filthy horrible things to me that just made me feel more and more wildly horny.

“You’re a good little slut, huh? I bet guys love fucking this sweet pussy, so tight and wet. Even better than your pretty slutty mouth.”

“Yes daddy, it’s your pussy now. Use it to make yourself cum,” I begged. He laughed.

“Oh I will. Look at you all bent over in front of me, pussy out for the world to see me fucking you. You’re such a trashy little bimbo, I bet you’ll take it anywhere and any time. When you want cock you get it no matter what, right?”

My panting was becoming laboured and I could barely catch a breath. All I could do was squeak out “Yes, sir”s and “yes, daddy”s.

Drake continued plowing me without missing a single beat. The insults became more and more aggressive.

“That’s all girls like you are good for; to go to shows and be used as a bunch of fuckholes for horny musicians.” He snarled. I could feel my juices running down my legs and his cock was hitting that spot that made me squirt a tiny little bit of cum every so often. I couldn’t spray everywhere like I usually do since he was inside me but it was enough to dribble into my panties and onto my inner thighs.

“Only a stupid dirty whore would let herself get fucked like this, in the dark behind a bar. You’re a slave to my dick and I could do whatever I wanted when and wherever I wanted to you.”

I was cross eyed by that point and my legs were shaking uncontrollably, fighting to keep me standing up. My breathing was ragged and laboured.

“Cum inside my pussy,” I begged, my back arched and head back from the hold he had on my hair. Drake pulled my head back towards him even more when I said this.

“What was that?” He asked, pretending not to hear.

“Cum inside me, please daddy, I need your nut in my cunt.”

He chuckled and said, “I’m going to fill you up and send you back to that table full of guys so they can smell me on you and know to stay away.”

“Yes, I’m all yours, I’m your dirty slut, please cum in me,” I mumbled. At that point I was an absolute mess and could barely control what I was saying and doing.

Drake thrusted as deep as he could into me and groaned as he came, his cock pulsing and emptying out its load into my cum-starved pussy. Once he was finished, he pulled out of me and released my hair. A bunch of his cum oozed out of me and I collapsed onto the floor, my legs finally giving in. I was trying to brace myself and stand but my knees were shaking so bad all I could do was watch Drake crush out his finished cigarette, shove his cock back into his pants, and zip himself up.

“Get up,” he ordered in a bored voice, looking down at me smugly.

“I can’t…” I whimpered.

He sighed and offered me a hand, pulling me up. I clumsily fixed my pants and tried to straighten myself out. We walked back into the bar the way we came out and the stage manager standing by the door asked him, “Where were you? You guys go back on in five minutes.”

Drake glanced at me out of the corner of his eye and said “smoke break” before giving me a quick kiss on the head and heading back towards the stage.

I went back to my table obviously looking like I’d just been piped down. My friends smirked and gave me a few fist bumps and knowing glances. I sat in the squishy mess that had resulted from the fucking for the second half of the set. My hair was a disaster and Drake played the rest of his show with my beanie hanging out of his back pocket.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a42gsv/i_told_my_bf_i_would_be_his_trashy_slut_for_the