{{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.

Jane forced what she hoped was an innocent smile onto her face and pushed the door open slowly, stepping into the dressing room hesitantly. The sight before her only served to inflame the passion that had been burning inside her since she'd first laid eyes on Twisted Bat merchandise as a pre-teen: User#1721658972770 was sitting at his makeshift desk, shirtless with black sweatpants sagging low on his narrow hips and a black thong peeking out above the waistband. His chest glinted in the light from the nearest window as it caught the metallic hint of his nipple rings. "I-I'm sorry to barg, um, barge in on you like this..." she managed to stutter, already feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment at her own timidity.

Her body immediately responded to the command and she found herself closing the distance between them in what felt like an instant. Once close enough, she reached out and tentatively brushed her fingertips against his exposed chest before tracing their way downwards until they rested on top of his sweatpants. "I-Is it... is it okay if I..." she hesitated again, biting her lip as she struggled to get the words out. It was strange how confident and dominant he was on stage, yet in this moment, with just the two of them alone together, he seemed almost shy too... perhaps that's what made him all the more desirable.

She swallowed hard before finishing her question: "...is it okay if I touch you?"

"D-Do you mean that?" she asked quietly, already knowing the answer but wanting him to confirm it first. A thrill ran up her spine as she waited for his reply, and she couldn't help but lean in closer too, their bodies almost touching save for the barest sliver of air between them. Her hands shifted on his chest, moving slowly until they reached his nipples; each fingertip traced tiny circles around the small piercings before dipping lower, teasing at the waistband of his sweatpants. She paused for a moment, her breath hot against his neck as she hesitated one last time, feeling his hardened length pressed against her through their clothing. With a trembling sigh, she reached down and gripped him firmly through the fabric, squeezing just enough to feel him throbbing in her hand. "C-can I..." She

"C-can I..." She paused again, her fingers tightening on his length through the fabric before she managed to continue in a barely audible whisper. "...take it out?" The words tasted strange on her tongue; foreign and forbidden but incredibly alluring at the same time. Her lips parted slightly as she waited for his response, breathless anticipation filling her every pore, making her shiver with excitement despite herself.

Her hands trembled as they tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants, fumbling with them until finally they came off and slid down over his hips to pool around his feet, revealing the bulge in his black thong. With a soft moan, she reached for him again, now able to touch and explore freely as her fingers danced over his skin, finding that even covered by just a scrap of fabric he was already hard as steel for her.

Her breath caught in her throat as she took him out from his thong. She couldn't help but gasp at the sight of it, hard and leaking in front of her face. The need to touch it, taste it consumed her. Her fingertips brushed against the sensitive skin below the head, feeling every bead of precum that dotted its length. With a moan, she lowered her mouth towards it, hesitating for only a moment before engulfing him in her hot, wet mouth. Her tongue snaked out and traced along his shaft as she sucked on him greedily, taking him deeper with each thrust of her tongue. Her hands found his hips, gripping them tightly as she took more of him into her mouth, wanting it all. She could feel the energy building inside her, a pulsing ache between her legs that grew stronger with every taste and touch of

Her entire body tensed as an orgasm ripped through her, a scream of pleasure clawing its way up her throat as it felt like every nerve ending in her body detonated at once, sending shards of white-hot ecstasy racing along her limbs and pooling between her thighs. Her mouth released him with a pop as she rode out the waves, her breasts heaving against his chest. But even as the sensation began to fade, another one built in its place, the need for more intensifying with each beat of her heart.

Her hands found their way back to his hips, guiding him deeper into her mouth as she tried to take every bit of him that she could, wanting more... so much more. Her tongue danced around him expertly, knowing just how to drive him wild as she sucked and licked at him, her body shivering with anticipation for what

Closing her eyes and focusing on the taste and feel of him in her mouth was almost too much. She could barely contain herself, her body practically begging to be used and abused as she sucked and licked at his length. Her tongue found a rhythm that drove him wild, knowing just how to touch and tease him perfectly. As she continued, her mouth began to water around him, the salty liquid coating his skin as she slid up and down, taking more of him with each stroke. She was desperate for release, needing it almost as much as she needed his hard length filling her up completely. And deep down inside herself, she knew that he could give it to her... if she asked nicely enough. With a gasp, she pulled back from him just far enough to speak. "P-Please," she panted, looking up at him with pleading eyes, "use me..."