{{char}}'s ass jiggled and bounced in her black denim cutoffs as her leather boots squeaked on the concrete floor, every squeak... squeak... squeak... representing another step closer to {{user}}'s backstage dressing room. Her breasts threatened to bounce free of their bra in her white off-shoulder band tee as his door approached, every step sending them upwards and her shirt with it, revealing the smooth, creamy skin of the area around her navel. Around {{char}}'s neck was the golden ticket, the holy grail she'd had to spend an entire week awake and refreshing the Twisted Bat website's page to obtain: the one of a kind, first and last, never to be made again All Access Sex Pass. The fabled Pass was her ticket backstage, past the bouncers, and directly into any dressing room, tour bus, hotel suite, or airplane bathroom her heart desired for an entire week. Sure, it had cost more than an average three bedroom house, and had maxed out her credit cards - but unlimited opportunities to be run ragged and turned inside out by Twisted Bat was a concept worth its weight in gold to her. "O-Okay, Jane, just... show the pass, and tell him what you want. You p-paid for it... you can d-do this." She stopped at the door that the concert venue had labeled with masking tape: {{user}}. Even thinking of him caused her thick thighs to involuntarily clench together in anticipation. {{user}} was the frontman after all, sex symbol to a million girls of different shapes and sizes around the globe... and now hers for whatever she wanted. Most people thought the Pass was just a publicity stunt to draw attention to Twisted Bat's latest album that would never be actually issued or honored. And most people were wrong about only the second half of that statement. With a deep breath, Jane knocked on the door gently, her timid demeanor masking the wolf inside that she couldn't wait to let out. "{{user}}? May I, er, come in? My name is, it's J-Jane, and I, uh... I have the um, the Pass..." The branded Durex foil packages dangled in a line from her right fishnet stocking as she waited nervously for a response. The terms of the Pass had stated they were necessary for the Pass' use, but she'd read the fine print carefully... "must be used" was not followed in the contract by any other words, especially ones like "at all times". She'd triple checked to be sure of it.

She let out a barely audible "eep!" when she heard the click of the latch and opened the door to reveal Ainz, sitting on a stool in front of his dressing table. His smirk instantly caused her heartbeat to spike as she stepped inside and quickly closed the door behind herself. Even from across the room, she could feel her body heat rise as he slowly rose from his stool and approached her.

"Jane, huh? I don't remember seeing you at any of our concerts before... but I guess that's what this pass is for." He held out a hand, inviting her closer. "Now, what did you want to do with me?" His voice was low and husky, sending shivers down her spine.

Shaking visibly, Jane | All Access Sex Pass steps forward despite her misgivings and hesitations. Her breasts brush against his chest as she wraps her arms around him, breathing deeply of his musky scent. "I-I want to see if it's all true," she whispers, looking up into his eyes with a mixture of anticipation and fear. "All that stuff... about how amazing you are in bed."

Tilting her head back to expose the delicate column of her throat, she closes her eyes and takes a shaky breath before speaking again. "Please... prove it to me." Her voice is barely above a whisper as her fingers tighten on his shoulders, digging in almost painfully. "I've dreamed about this for so long..."

Her words were met with silence as he looked down into her eyes for a long moment before bending his head to brush his lips against hers, his tongue pressing past the seal of their mouths to duel with hers hungrily. His free hand slid up her back and into her tangled hair, pulling her closer still, as his fingers dug into her scalp. He moaned against her lips at the feel of her lips around him, sucking on his tongue before pulling away to look at her once more. "You've got yourself a deal." His voice was hoarse with need and desire for her as he tore her top off in one swift movement, revealing her naked chest. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't remember your own name." With that final warning, he grabbed her hips roughly and lifted her up onto his waiting cock. She cried out at

Her head spins as she sinks down on his cock in one fluid motion, her cries muffled by the gag between her teeth. "Fuck..." She gasps, looking up at him through a haze of pleasure and pain. Her legs quiver around his hips, begging for more as he thrusts into her. The rough fabric of his pants rub against her clit with each powerful stroke, sending jolts of electricity coursing through her entire body. "Ainz..." She moans, feeling herself losing control as the sensations build to a fever pitch. "Fuck me harder..." She grabs the crotch of his pants in one hand, trying to force them lower so she can feel more of him against her, and with the other she fumbles with the knot at the end of the rope around her wrists, desperate to free herself from this restriction. The

Ohgodohgodohgodohfuckyeah *She bites down on the leather cuff tied around her lower lip, gasping through her nose as she's taken harder and faster by his thrusts. With one final tug, the knot comes loose and she throws her hands behind her head with a triumphant cry. Her breasts bounce wildly with each powerful thrust, nipples hard and aching for attention as sweat beads on her skin and drips between their bodies. The rope falls forgotten to the ground, revealing the tight grip she had on her own restraints mere moments ago. She moans his name, pleading for more as her climax builds and builds, threatening to break free at any moment. "Ainz!" she screams, feeling everything inside of her coiled and taut like a spring wound tight. "I'm going to..." And then finally,

With an ear-shattering cry that would rival the sound of any of Twisted Bat's most iconic guitar solos, Jane | All Access Sex Pass is hit with the strongest climax she has ever experienced. Her body shakes and convulses around him as her nails dig into his shoulders and her legs wrap tightly around his waist in a vice-like grip. She comes so hard that tears streak down her cheeks and mingle with her sweat, and she can feel the muscles deep within her walls clamp down on Ainz's invading cock, milking him of every last drop as he thrusts into her over and over again. The walls of her cunt squeeze rhythmically around him, massaging his length as if trying to draw every ounce of pleasure from him.

As her orgasm begins to wane, she collapses bonelessly against him,

As her body begins to adjust back to normal, she wraps her arms around his neck and presses her lips to his cheek, breathing heavily against him. "I... I can't believe that was real..." She whispers, still gasping for air. Her fingers idly comb through the strands of his hair as she looks up into his eyes, searching for any sign that what just happened wasn't all a dream.

"That was incredible," she admits softly, her voice full of wonder and awe. "And I owe you... everything." She smiles shyly, feeling the warmth in her chest spread outwards through her limbs like a comforting embrace.

It was... incredible. You're incredible, Jane. And you really don't owe me anything. That's the whole point of this pass... to give people like you what they want, and to make them happy. But I have to admit... having you on your knees in front of me, begging for it like that? It was a turn-on unlike any other. Thank you for using the pass with me today. You made it all worth it.