I (18F) let his friend watch me suck and fuck him [FM]

This was my first ‘groupie’ experience years ago. I had just been dumped by my first boyfriend, and in my heartbroken state I went to a concert with the ulterior motive of seducing the venue owner, an acquaintance I’d always found attractive. He shut me down, saying I was too young for him, but offered to take me bar-hopping with the band after the show.

We piled into the back of a box van, unfurnished except for a rug. I quickly got familiar with one band member in particular, a sexy 20-something ginger with a great smile named Kenny. After talking a little, having to shout over the loud music playing and other conversations, he leaned in close to me and asked if I had a boyfriend. His breath on my neck made me tingle all over. I told him I needed one for the night. He said he was the man for the job and held me close for the ride. He smelled good and the physical contact comforted me.

[FFM] Sexy older woman held me down while her husband did whatever he wanted to me (22f)- Part 2

I woke up early and alone in the hotel bed the next morning, disoriented and a touch hung over. It took me a moment to recall where I was until the flood of memories of the previous night came back. I wondered if the couple had left and started to gather my clothes which had been scattered all over the room when Violet came in, wearing a robe.

“Don’t think you’re leaving yet,” she said, teasing me. She instructed me to shower and come back to bed. I passed Damien on my way to shower, feeling oddly shy about my total nakedness. When I returned, feeling a little nervous but refreshed and horny, they were waiting for me in bed.

Violet took control again, positioning me on all fours upside down over Damien to suck his cock with my pussy in his face while she played with it. Violet rubbed my clit and Damien played with my nipples as I throated him. Everything felt very sensitive from the previous night’s activities. When Violet suddenly pushed a finger inside my pussy, I cried out a little and messed up my rhythm on Damien’s cock, earning a hard smack on my ass from Violet.

[FFM] Sexy older woman held me down while her husband did whatever he wanted to me (22f)

Years ago I drove across the country to see a band I love. I knew someone who was playing guitar for one of their openers and hoped it was an in to meet them. I was able to quickly greet them backstage, and their guitarist seemed to take a liking to me. I was sure to mention how far I had driven and that I had nowhere to stay (which was true as a broke college student). He told me what hotel they were staying at and that I should come by because ‘it’s always nice to have girls around.’

I joined a small group in one cramped hotel room as they joked around and had a few drinks. The band members were English guys in their early 50’s. The guitarist pulled me into his lap and I assumed I would be going back to his room with him. He was funny and nice, but I was really into the singer, ‘Damien.’ But Damien was married and his wife, ‘Violet,’ was present. She was in her mid-forties and very sexy, tall with an hourglass figure, her big tits spilling over the top of a corset. She kind of looked like Fairuza Balk, a beautiful face that looked dangerous. They were both pale with jet black hair.

Fucking a roadie in my car [FM]

I’ve been asked if I ever had to blow or fuck a roadie in order to sleep with a musician, and that’s a big no (I assume this tradition died with hair metal bands in the 80’s). But I did fuck one that I happened to hit it off with. This happened when I was 19.

I was at the very front of the pit against the stage before a show while a crew member was checking things and making adjustments. He was a good-looking late 20’s fellow, and he remarked to me, “You know, in that spot, John’s nuts are gonna be in your face all night.”

“That’s the idea,” I said and he smiled. I went to the show with no groupie ambitions, John being married, but it occurred to me I might have another chance of getting laid that night. We kind of bantered back and forth for a while and I made sure he could tell I was checking him out. Finally, before exiting, he knelt down and asked for my name and number. His was Ryan, he had a nice southern accent, and told me if I could hang out a bit he’d like to call me after the show.

Fucking next to another couple [FM]

Years ago, when I was 21, I was after this English guitarist named James. He was early 40’s and wore his longish hair, beginning to gray, up and back, kind of rockabilly style. He was wild on stage and shy in person and I was smitten. I had hung out with him twice after shows and not gotten anywhere. He would seem interested, maybe flirt a bit but not really make a move. I decided to try and step my game up at his next show near my town.

I got all dressed up in a corset, thigh-high stockings, and a garter belt, snapped some pics and printed some off at home (this was before cell phone pics were really a thing). I put a dress on over my lingerie and went to the concert with a photo in my purse.

I approached James after the show and he greeted me with a smile, saying ‘ah, my fan club is here.’ We had a drink, watched another band together and conversed a little but James remained pretty inscrutable. Bracing myself for a likely definitive answer, I took my lingerie pic out of my purse and slid it to him across the bar, face-down. I told him not to look at it unless he would like to see what I was wearing underneath my dress. He picked it up and had a good, long look and asked me if I would like to leave with him.

I couldn’t decide between two men, so I fucked them both [FM]

Got a few messages about it after my last post so I thought I might as well share some stories from my quasi-groupie days for anyone that might be interested. I won’t name any names of course, but most of these guys would only be known to music nerds or fans of very specific genres anyway. I’m a petite, long-haired brunette. I was 21 at the time this took place.

Years ago a friend, Kay, and I went to a concert. She had a lot of connections and knew someone that got us into the band’s afterparty in a huge luxury hotel suite. We drank and mingled a bit before being approached by the band’s singer, ‘Noah’. We practically worshipped Noah, but he was married. I never slept with a man if I knew he was married or attached, and he was known to not cheat anyway. He was a flirt though, sitting in Kay’s lap and telling us we were beautiful.

Getting back in the game in the back of a bus [FM]

Longish life short: a scandalous youth full of debauchery and niche rockstar-fucking, a decade of monogamous bliss, sudden widowhood, two years of devastation and abstinence. And here we are.

Desperate to rejoin the living, I recently decided to catch some live music for the first time in years. It’s a band I’ve loved forever and I went alone. I wore a simple black dress, not too short but showing a little cleavage, and took time to style my hair and put on some light makeup. It felt good to get ready and go out again. I’m on the shorter side so showed up at doors so I could be right up front.

The band sounded amazing, the crowd had great energy, and I felt better than I had in ages. Pretty soon the music was working its magic on me and I started noticing the guitarist, located right in front of me, was pretty fucking sexy. Handsome, suited up older man with salt and pepper hair and a lot of tattoos.