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Some nights you wondered why you kept coming to this grimy club. This wasn’t one of those nights. Most acts that played here recently haven’t been worth your time. They’ve been loud but no substance. No style, nothing made them stand out. And the men who’ve been apart of these bands have been no better than the lame songs they’ve been shouting.
But, there was something about this scrawny motherfucker who could belt out lyrics while being a complete menace on stage…The guy had some real power in his lungs.
As you watched this rowdy punk thrash about on stage, you wondered if he had any power trapped in those ripped jeans of his.
You were no stranger to sneaking to the back after a show-okay, even if the guys who’ve been playing recently have sucked on stage, they’ve been fun to suck off! You haven’t gone that far with these guys. You aren’t a whore after all.
…Well, at least you’ve gotten on a date or two with some of the musicians before going any farther. But, they’ve all turned out to be lame. Couldn’t see a future with any of them.
As you sneak past security (the guy’s drunk as a skunk), you try to forget the last loser you ended up blowing back here. Again, really hoping this guy’ll be a fun time.
You knock on the “dressing room” (or the club’s sad excuse for one) door. You hear the guy on the other side let out a string of cusses as he stomps towards the door.
“CAN’T I-…” He hides his animosity as he opens the door. He’s a bit dumbfounded as his eyes trail down you.
“Can’t you what? Am I interrupting something?” You ask sweetly. Oh god, you hope another girl didn’t get back here before you did.
The scrawny punk takes a moment to collect himself. “No! No…I think you came at the perfect time. Get in.” He doesn’t wait for a response; he grabs you by the arm, yanking you into the room.
Slamming the door behind you two, he plops his ass down on the raggedy couch. “So, you liked the show, baby?” He’s a lot less pissed off now at least. He leans back, stretching his legs out wide.
“Hell yeah I did! You write your own stuff?”
“No shit I do. You ever hear stuff like that before?” As you debate on mentioning bigger bands he’s probably a fan of (and influenced by), his hand ends up on his crotch. “But, you’re not here to talk, are you? No, no…you wanna help me out, dontcha?” He smirks up at you, squeezing himself.
The musicians you’d meet back here being brazen was pretty common, but you’d normally be talking back right now.
Either teasing or mocking the man.
Yet this time, you couldn’t seem to find the words.
“Aww, is she too stupid to use her words? Maybe the little slut could nod for me instead?” He talks to you as if you’re a misbehaving puppy; condescending in a sweet, mocking tone.
No one’s ever been so rude to you before.
And yet, you nod.
His smile grows wider.
Your heart beats faster.
“You wanna help me cum, whore?”
You nod again.
Your panties get wetter.
“I think you’re overdressed. Take your top off for me.”
You follow his orders.
“Get down on your knees.”
Over.
“Crawl to me.”
And over again.
“Stay…good whore.”
You don’t know why you were submitting to this stranger so easily, but it felt natural.
He quickly yanks his jeans down, freeing himself. You smile, hunger in your eyes as you gaze upon his cock. He was packing some heat in there! Any doubts you had about submitting to him float away as you go to suck him off-but, he stops you. Hand on your forehead. You try to look up at him.
“What an eager girl~” He purrs out. “I just need to tell you something first.”
The man grabs you by the throat with his other hand before letting you see him. He leans in; pretty green eyes stare you down as some of his dreads graze your face.
“You do as I say. You help me get off. You leave. Got it?”
You nod.
He lets go.
“Please me, you worthless whore.” He shoves his jeans down to his ankles. “Do what you were made to do. If you’re shit at it, I’ll let you know.”
Well, he got upset for being so quick, so what if…you kiss your way up his perfect, skinny thighs. He lets out a hum. Not bad, but you could do more.
You kiss your way up his balls, then his length, getting a more content hum that turns into a gasp as you take all of his cock down your throat at once.
“Shit…you’re better than I thought you’d be, baby.”
Slowly you move your head up and down for a moment, keeping a steady pace before taking him fully again. You try pulling yourself back up but he quickly grabs the back of your head, pushing you back down.
“C’mon, be a good girl. Just take it a lil longer. I’m close.” He groans as you struggle against him. It’s getting hard to breathe.
You try yanking his hand off of you and he finally pulls you off of him. You try to catch your breath as he grips your hair. “I said just a little longer! I didn’t say you could touch me like that, you bitch!”
You find your nerve as you shout “I can’t hold my breath for that long, you asshole!”
The rowdy punk chuckles at you. “Y’know what? I just got a great idea!”
He pulls you up with him and shoves you against the vanity. Bent over. Practically already bare for him with how short your skirt was.
“Pull your panties down for me, you worthless whore. Don’t take them off.” You push them down a little, giving him access to you.
You feel him drag the tip of his cock against your pussy. “Goddamn, you’re wet.”
You pant out “But, I don’t..have-“ “Shut up. It’s not gonna stay in there.”
Your protests get stuck in your throat as he slowly thrusts into your pussy. You let out a long moan instead. You’ve never had a cock as big as his inside you before! He leans over you as he bottoms out. His dreads against your back make you shiver a little. “Holy shit, you feel good. Tight lil thing.”
He drags himself out, coated in you, then starts to prod your ass with his cock.
“H-hey! Don’t-!” He covers your mouth as his cock enters your ass. You scream against it.
“Shhh, you wanted to help me cum right?” Inch by inch, you take more of him. You swear you can feel every vein in his cock. You nod as tears start to form in your eyes.
“You came here for me and my pleasure, little whore. I’m gonna fuck your tight ass, then you’re gonna leave. Because you’re a good whore for me~”
He bottoms out, longer and thicker than any man who’s fucked you in the ass before, but soon starts fucking you harshly. Slamming his hips into yours, balls slapping against your aching pussy. One hand across your mouth, the other gripping your hip. Your ass aches so bad but he doesn’t care. If anything, he’s enjoying destroying you.
“Fuck, I’m close, I’m close-take it, takeit!” He speeds up before one final thrust, spilling his seed deep inside of you. You’ve never felt so ruined before. He finally takes his hand off of your mouth. Resting his head below yours as he pants.
“Holy shit, I needed that.” The punk pulls himself out before pulling your panties back up.
You stay against the vanity too long for his liking, trying to collect yourself. He pulls you up and gives you your top back.
“Get out.” He says, nonchalantly. The punk pulls his jeans back up before flopping back down on the couch.
You have no idea what just happened. But, you put your top back on and slowly make your way towards the door. Feeling the cum start to leak out of your ass.
He calls out as your hand reaches the doorknob. “Hey! Um…name’s Trent. We’re…” You look back at Trent, as he rubs his face. “Gonna be playing again here tomorrow. You gonna be here…?”
You tell him your name, and he repeats it back to you.
“You want me to be here?” You ask.
“Yeah. Yeah, I think that’d be good. Just, um…bring some condoms with you.”
Half of you thinks it’s a stupid idea, but the other half…
“…sure, Trent. I will.” And somehow you mean it.
He smiles; a dopier, boyish smile this time. Your heart flutters. “Hell yeah. See you tomorrow.”
You smile back. “See you then.”
While this wasn’t the first time you left the dressing room with cum coming out of you, it was the first time you were happy about it.
Maybe he wasn’t such an asshole after all. Maybe.