I went to a music [F]estival and fucked a guy so I could stay in his tent.

I posted this before on an old account – I’m back after a Reddit hiatus so here it is in a bit more detail.

My band were booked to play at a festival. I play bass for them (and drums in another).

A last minute booking, I didn’t have time to get myself sorted with accommodation so I just turned up. See what happens.

We sound checked in the afternoon, the last band to do so. The crowd was gathering and stirring. I stood on stage in my dress and wellington boots. Bass strapped in around me. Tuned up. Fingers exercised. Waiting for the drummer to count us in.

Some guy leaning, against one of the posts that made the mainframe for the teepee tent we were playing in, caught my eye.

His eyes met mine. And stayed that way.

“2-3-4”

And we were in. I tickled the strings and slid my fingers up the neck to the appropriate fret. Head moshing.

A few minutes later, the song ending. I look up instinctively.

Eyes.

His eyes meet mine again.

Before I can make him out against the glare outside, we’re rushed off to back stage to prepare. I slip out of my short dress and into my shirt. Tighten my leather corset. Fasten my pleated skirt. Tuck in my riding boots.

Rock n roll.

We head back to the stage. The crowd are buzzing. Baying. Chanting.

I get wolf-whistled whilst tuning up.

“Show us your tits, love!” I hear shouted.

I look up. Partly out of surprise. To the back of the room I see those eyes again. I squint to make him out…

“2-3-4”

The gig goes well. Really well. I’m dancing across the stage, giving high kicks. Flirting with the crowd. Bouncing my boobs. Bending over seductively.

And see his eyes at the back of the room.

We finish. Bow. Exit stage left.

Festivals are busy affairs and once you’re off stage they want you out of the area quickly to make room for the next acts. I threw my bass into its case, picked up my dress and amp and wellington boots, and left though a gap in the fence.

Outside, the adrenaline was still pumping. My heart racing. I staggered across the field carrying my gear and clothes, heading towards the car park.

“What do you call a bass player without a boyfriend?” I hear behind me.

I turn, panting for breath.

“Homeless” I answer.

The eyes. It was the guy.

“So you’ll be staying with me tonight, then?” He quipped, taking my amp and my bass from me.

Now that was smooth.

We walked back to my car together. My heart was now beating twice as fast, from both the adrenaline and this guy taking control.

“Where are you staying?” I asked, eventually starting a conversation rather than ending one.

“In the yurts; the glamping section. Got my own butler and everything”.

Sweet.

It’s rare that I have to carry cases or pack away my drums after a gig. A few spirited and eager-to-impress guys are usually on hand. Buoyed by alcohol and their raging hard ons.

I took a few up on the offer from time to time. Always ended in disaster.

I’d start a blowjob and they’d pass out on the bed. Or shoot their load early. If it progressed to sex then they’d be thrusting faster than Niko hits the kick drum for Iron Maiden.

So my expectations were thin on the ground for this one. But he did take control. Acted as if banging me in his souped-up tent was a given.

It kinda was.

I loaded my gear into the back of car. Covered it all with a rug. Don’t want anyone peering in and stealing my things.

I sat in the back seat and took off my corset. Followed by the shirt. As I sat in my bra, readying my dress to put over my head, I watched him as he sat in the sun. His muscular arms and barrel chest squeezed into his shirt. Large hands sat in his lap. Legs folded in front of him.

He was absolutely gorgeous.

An engineer in the forces. Home from service overseas. Lots of spunk to spill, I’ll bet.

I stood up and let my dress fall down over me, finishing halfway up my thigh. Unhooked my skirt. Folded it all up into a bag before jumping into my wellington boots.

We walked up the field together towards the VIP section. Cleared security. Told the butler he wouldn’t be needed.

And stood in the middle of his bell tent.

“Thanks for tonight, I really appreciate it. That’s very sweet of you.” I said. “Let me buy you dinner, unless you would rather something else?”.

I pulled up my dress and exposed myself to him. Full frontal. Barely had time to register or feel humiliated.

He was on me.

His huge hand cupped my breast. Worked it’s way up my chest. Fitted around my throat.

I gasped.

His other hand reached down. Rubbed my clit. Darted between my lips.

He brought his hand back up. To his mouth.

Licked his fingers of my juices.

Fuck. Me.

Took me in his arms. Lifted me off my feet. I tucked my legs round his thighs. He sunk to the floor. Laid me on my back.

And taped my hands round the central pole.

Ok, fine. There’s plenty of people around outside. I can scream if I need to.

I didn’t mean that type of scream.

One hand caressing my clit. The other pinching a nipple. His mouth on my other nipple. Sucking. Biting lightly.

Fucking hell.

I felt myself getting wetter. Squirmed on the cushions to get comfortable. Looked up at my crudely taped wrists.

And then he slid inside me.

I felt the bulge of his veins bust my vagina open wide. Forcing my inner walls outward as they ventured further. Then rip back out again.

He didn’t go at me like a jack hammer, either. Took his time. Varied his trusts. Kept sucking my nipples. Making my clit swell.

I could barely catch my breathe as he took me on the floor. There were so many sensations.

The roughness of the floor. The tape on my wrists.

Unfamiliarity. Who was he? Where am I?

What if we get caught? Ambient sounds were loud. People walked right past the tent.

That feeling of being suitably filled.

My nipples being pinched and sucked and bitten.

My clit being completely abused.

My pussy grabbing into his cock, then losing grip again.

He didn’t break stride and before I knew it, my legs dug into his sides and squeezed. My pussy swelled around his cock and heaved. My back arched and my mouth opened to squeal.

He put his hand over my mouth.

I muffled moans and groans as I came on him. Shook violently. Pulled my arms down. Bucked against him.

All in vain.

He held me down in position and silenced me suitably. And then came himself.

We laid there. He freed my wrists. Massaged my tits. Ran his hands over my stomach.

Flipped me over and beckoned me to my knees.

Grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.

Slipped inside me again.

The sensations felt different this time. His veiny cock rubbed against bone and sent me into overdrive.

He reached round with his free hand to occasionally rub my pussy, to cup my boobs. I wasn’t having any of it. As soon as I sensed he was off balance, I’d buck my hips back into him and slam my pussy against his pelvis.

He soon came.

I slumped forward, exhausted. We’d been fucking for about half an hour by now and I assumed he was getting tired too.

Not a chance.

I turned round. Saw him apply another condom. Smothered it in lubricant.

Grabbed my hair. Forced me back to my knees.

And slowly, but surely, squeezed his veiny cock into my bum.

It’s not often I allow someone into my back passage. Partly because they’ll go wild with thrusts and really hurt me, and secondly…

Because it makes me really fucking submissive.

He went slow. Really slow. But kept at it. Took me nice and gentle but with determination.

I was in heaven. Blood drained away from my brain. It was humiliating. My bum was sore and stretching to breaking point. My lower back ached.

I wanted him to stop. I so desperately didn’t want him to though.

Eventually I told him to stop.

He went to pull out. I bucked backwards. “Don’t you fucking dare” I snapped. “Just… stop”.

And then I started to slide down his shaft myself. And then raise myself off him. And then slide back down.

He took time admire the sight of my arse rocking back and forth on his cock slowly. Servicing him.

“Spank it” I begged.

He complied.

Soon he came, and I allowed him to slide out of me gently. Slipped my dress back on. Left my underwear on the floor.

We hot-stepped it through the field to the main stage. Made it to a good position just as Razorlight came on.

I stood in front of him the whole time. Felt his cock against me. Gently swayed my bum with the music. Rubbing up against him. Feeling him get harder.

His hand rested on my lower stomach. Close enough to finger me right there in the crowd. Far away enough to keep my wet and begging for it. I felt so submissive that, at times, I almost got on my knees in front of him.

I felt owned.

When we made it back to the tent after the main show, I laid between his legs, cleaned his cock with baby wipes, and sucked it dry until we both passed out.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hiocd1/i_went_to_a_music_festival_and_fucked_a_guy_so_i