Erotica
I Was a Dirty Groupie Girl
I was the entertainment at the after-gig party.
When I was in my twenties I couldn’t keep away from pop groups. In those days they were proper bands with singers, guitarists, drummers, the whole works. I would head up to London on a Friday evening, usually not returning until Sunday. There was no need to find a place to stay — wherever I got laid was my home for the night.
When my chosen band had finished their set I’d be waiting at the stage door, dressed in tight-fitting gear which showcased my assets. Often I didn’t even attend the gig. All I was after was the adrenaline rush I got from putting out for a celebrity. That was my entertainment, and a lot cheaper too. I was a groupie girl…
Sometimes I would be taken along with the band to an after gig party and get passed around, groped or fucked. But I will never forget this one guy, Jed, he was something else. The lead singer and guitarist for a band, and hot as hell. You must have seen him on MTV?
In the taxi going back to his pad he began unbuttoning my blouse so my tits were on display for him — and the driver — and asked if I would be up for a bit of bondage fun.
“Yeah. That kinda stuff is right up my street,” I replied, trying to sound confident as I hadn’t really experienced such delights before.
Of course I knew there wouldn’t be too much small talk so I was happily surprised that when we arrived at his flat he had the decency to provide some nibbles and a bottle of champagne, which we polished off before retiring to his bedroom.
Rope hung from the beam directly above the bed. Without saying a word Jed got a collar out of the drawer and put it round my neck. Then, he ordered me to kneel on the mattress so he could thread the cord through the collar ring and secure it to the ceiling hook. He finished off by fastening my hands to the rope above my head. I was well and truly trussed and my pulse was racing with excitement.
He pulled up my tight, short skirt as if it was a belt, showing off my bare ass. I deliberately had neglected to wear knickers. A groupie girl trick. The band could then smell your cunt and were unable to resist taking you home. It certainly worked on Jed.
“Oh yeah,” he muttered.
There was a mirror in front of me and I watched in anticipation as he picked up a whip and began thrashing my back, butt and legs in quite a frantic fashion. The suede tendrils packed a bit of a punch, but the softness of the material also soothed the angry skin. I stuck out my fleshy cheeks for a target — knowing the padding would ease the pain of the strikes — but he just continued to lash me exactly where he wanted. The collar around my neck pulled as I swayed, so I held on to the rope for stability.
It wasn’t long before my newly shaven, naked cunt — yes I was ahead of my time — was desperate for some attention. Sensing my need, he stretched across the bed beneath me, a pillow raising his head, and began to lick along my slit. His erect cock was straining the fabric of his trousers in an attempt to escape. I was desperate to help its cause, but with my hands literally tied, there was nothing I could do.
I stared, transfixed, as slowly he undid his zipper— still licking me — and his dick shot out. I craved to feel the smooth skin on my tongue. Very deliberately he began to stroke the shaft, pulling the skin gently back and exposing the shiny purple knob.
It was an extremely horny sight. I was aching for a release, in more ways than one. Intuitively, he untied my restraints and threw me face down on the bed, repositioning my body so he could screw with his feet on the ground. I moved my legs so they were inside his. Better friction for us both.
Roughly pushing my face into the fabric of the blankets, Jed fucked me hard, pumping fast, then took a moment to watch his cock slowly enter my smooth hole. He pounded a few more times before turning me over and entering my core again. This time he pumped slow and easy, bending down, kissing me, pushing his tongue deep into my mouth.
I found this so very sensual. Such intimacy is not often shared with a groupie girl. The moment he bit my bottom lip I realised I was on the verge of climax and literally shrieked in protest when he pulled out his cock, and put us into a sixty-nine position. With my clitoris so ripe, just one massage from his tongue immediately sent me over the edge before I even had a chance to lick his knob. I began to spasm and moan, an intense, overdue orgasm — shaking every limb as hormones cruised through my body.
I lay back satiated, but Jed wasn’t done. Ordering me to sit on the edge of the bed, he slowly aimed his cock at my mouth. With the whip at his side, he began to thrash my back again, whilst I was sucking him and fondling his balls. Suddenly, he dropped the whip, leaned down and sighed as he dug his nails deep into my lower back, pulling them upwards — searing through the skin, scratching with his long guitarist nails, leaving welts in their tracks.
“Jesus Christ,” I screeched, inhaling with pain.
Paying no attention, he grabbed my hair with his fist and face fucked me deep and fast, until I was gulping for air. Using me like a rag doll.
With a glance in the mirror opposite he demanded, “Open your legs like a good little groupie girl.”
I did and he exclaimed, “Oh yeah, now I can see it all… your ass and cunt in the mirror… your face and mouth doing what it was made for… your tits sprawling out of the front of your blouse. You are such a dirty little groupie.”
With that statement he took his cock from my mouth, jerked the skin back and covered my face and neckline with his jizz.
Yes, Jed was a one off.
We both fell into a deep sleep. The next day he was busy in his home music studio. I bathed and left by early evening, wanting to make sure I gave myself plenty of time to get to Islington where another band were playing. I had the hots for their drummer. And I’d heard he loved a good groupie girl.
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