Backstage Pass For Sex

My pussy was soaked and aching for his touch

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I won a contest at work, and the prize was a backstage pass to a concert at the fairgrounds featuring 5 local bands.

Excited to see my favorite guitarist, John Stark. He is hot and sexy, pouring his heart and soul into playing, making me swoon.

A backstage pass will allow me to meet him and maybe more. He always has a plethora of women hanging on his every word. I would love to have him to myself. Probably too much to ask for, but there’s always hope.

I have to look great if I’m going to meet John. I had my hair cut and dyed red, a manicure, and a pedicure. Had my pussy waxed, just in case things go well.

I bought a black leather outfit that showed my curves and too much skin, and a pair of high-heeled black leather boots.

Dressed to the nines, I made my way to the fairgrounds. Showing my pass, I was allowed backstage. It was loud and crowded, but I managed to watch as John and his band made it to the stage and played the first set.

He was in rare form and put on a great show. When he left the stage, I stepped out as he passed me, and our eyes met. He smiled, winked, and kept walking.

Well, that’s not what I want.

I followed close behind, nervous to walk in. Hanging out by the door, a tall guy stood towering over me.

“What do you want?”

“I want to meet John Stark,”

“Hey John, you have a fan that wants to meet you,”

The guy stepped aside and let me in, closing the door behind me. Nervous as hell, and at a loss for words. I stood there feeling awkward, my heart racing and my palms sweaty.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Jaylene…”

“Nice to meet you, Jaylene. Have a seat, and I’ll pour us a drink,”

I sat down and had several drinks with him as we talked and laughed. He was everything I thought he was and more. My face flushed, and my head spun. Not able to hold my liquor. I laid my head back on the couch, he looked at me concerned.

“I’m okay, not used to drinking so much,”

He slipped his arm around me and pulled me against his chest. I snuggled in close. It felt so good to have his body next to mine. He leaned in and kissed me, his tongue probing my mouth. Shivers shot through me as our tongues danced.

I threw my leg over his lap as we kissed. His hand cupped my breasts, my nipple hardened under his touch. Unsnapping my leather top, he helped me take it off. My breasts bounced in his face.

He squeezed my breasts, sucking my hard nipple into his mouth, hunching against him as I moaned. My pussy was soaked and aching for his touch. He grabbed me, pushing me back against the couch.

He stood, unbuttons my pants and pulled them off, along with my lacy black panties. Dropping to his knees between my thighs, he buried his face in my pussy.

Running his tongue through my wet lips, swirling his tongue around my clit. I push his head harder into my pussy, as he clamps his lips on my clit.

Hunching against his face and arching my ass off the couch. My legs were shaking, and my body shuddered. An orgasm shot through me as he lapped up my juices.

He stood up. I pulled at his belt and unzipped his zipper. Pushing his pants and boxers to the floor. His hard cock dripped pre-cum. I licked up his saltiness and sunk his rigid shaft down my throat.

Moaning, he laced his fingers through my hair. Pumping his cock down my throat, his tip hit the back. Making me gag, spit dripping from my chin, covering my breasts.

He pulled his cock from my mouth. Pulling me to my feet, and bending me over the end of the couch. Ramming his length deep inside me, railing my pussy hard, my thighs smacking the side of the couch.

I screamed as waves of orgasms shot through my cunt like lightning strikes. John’s breathing coming in pants, his cock throbbing inside my pulsating cunt. He shot his load deep inside my pussy with a grunt. Laying on top of me, catching his breath until his cock slipped out.

He cleaned himself up and grabbed his guitar.

“Thanks, babe, that was fantastic, but I have a show to do,”

I cleaned up and dressed, walking to the side of the stage entrance, watching the magic as he played his guitar. I can’t be mad at him, we both got what we wanted.

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