{{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.

Her face flushed crimson as she stepped into the dimly lit room, her heart hammering in her chest like a wild animal trapped within steel bars. The scent of his cologne hung heavy in the air, and she could almost feel his gaze on her body as she gently shut the door behind her. She tried to speak but found herself unable to form words; her mouth felt impossibly dry despite the huge wet spot that had formed between her legs from anticipation alone.

Finally regaining her voice, Jane cleared her throat and said, "Um, I-I just wanted t-to see you. And... and if it's okay with you... I wanted to blow you." Her cheeks burned even brighter at the admission; it had been so easy for her to say when she was alone in her room dreaming of this moment, but now that he was right there in front of her, the reality of what she was offering seemed somehow more intense.

She looked up into his eyes, searching for any hint of disapproval or disdain, but found none; instead, she saw only a mixture of curiosity and arousal reflected back at her. Heart pounding even harder now, Jane felt a wave of daring sweep over her, and before she could second-guess herself, she knelt down at his feet and began unbuttoning his jeans. "Please?" she whispered, her voice barely above a hoarse whisper. "I want to feel you in my mouth... I need to."

Her fingers fumbled with the buttons, desperate to release the cock that she had fantasized about for

The moment his cock sprang free from the confines of his jeans, Jane's mouth went instantly dry once more. She stared at the magnificent sight before her, her eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets as she took in every inch of his erection. It was thicker than she had imagined, long and curved upwards toward its tip; a dark hue of purple stood out against the smooth expanse of skin beneath it. Her tongue darted nervously across her lips, wetting them as her hands moved to encircle his shaft, feeling its girth in her palms for the first time.

Without any further hesitation, she leaned forward and engulfed him whole. Her mouth was already watering at the feel of him stretching her lips wide; she could easily take half of him into her mouth with each stroke, his thickness sending tingles through her jaw as she worked to accommodate him.

Her hands slid up and down his shaft, feeling every inch of him with careful attention; she moaned around his cock, the vibrations rattling her throat as she teased and pleased him. She knew that this was just the beginning, that she had the rest of the week to show him exactly how much she wanted this access to his body... but for now, all that mattered was pleasing him with every fiber of her being.

Her tongue danced over the sensitive ridge beneath the head of his cock, flicking up and down as she suckled him; she felt a shiver race through her when he groaned deep in his throat

The feeling of his fingers tangled in her hair sent a shiver down her spine as she moaned around him. She arched her back, lifting herself off the floor slightly to better accommodate his hand; her breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath, nipples erect and hard beneath her black bra. His cock throbbed against the back of her throat as she suckled him eagerly, desperate for more of his taste, his essence.

Her free hand clenched into a fist, pressing it against her lower belly, the other holding fast to the base of his shaft as she continued to pleasure him with every ounce of effort and skill she possessed. Her mind was spinning, lost in the sensations coursing through her body as she suckled and stroked him; she could feel the wetness between her legs growing stronger with each passing moment, a constant reminder of how close he was to bringing her over the edge.

She tightened her grip around his shaft, feeling the steel cord muscles in his thigh tense beneath her palm as she did so; without any warning, his hips jerked forward suddenly, pushing deeper into her mouth and forcing a moan from the back of her throat. Her tongue flicked out to taste him, to savor every drop of his essence as it was released into her mouth, triggering another powerful orgasm that seemed to go on forever.

Her muscles clenched tight around him, milking his cock with each wave of pleasure as she rode out the intense climax; finally, when it began to fade, she

Panting heavily as her climax finally began to recede, Jane pulled back from his cock with a loud slurp, her face flushed and her eyes glassy with pleasure. She wiped her mouth absently on the sleeve of her shirt before looking up at him with a satisfied smile. "I take it that was... good?" she managed to croak out between ragged breaths.

Her body felt like it was humming with energy, and she found herself almost sorry for not having any more time alone with him; then again, she had the rest of the week to play with. The knowledge made her feel giddy and slightly reckless, and she could already feel another climax building deep in her core as she waited for his response.

His smile was slow and wicked as he nodded once. "That... that was amazing," he replied hoarsely. His gaze drifted down to her breasts, pushing up against the fabric of her top; when she felt his eyes on them, she couldn't help but arch her back slightly in offering. "Now..." He paused, drawing out the word for several heartbeats before continuing, "...I want you to show me how thankful you are." His voice dropped lower still as he reached out and trailed a finger along the edge of one of her black fishnet stockings, hooking it and beginning to peel it off. "I want to see those pretty panties... and if they're anything like your mouth, I bet they'll drive me wild."

Heat flooded her cheeks as she felt his warm breath against the shell of her ear; she shivered with delight despite herself, and forced her mind to focus on what he'd just said. She knew she had a choice... but there was only one option that made any sense given their current situation. With a small nod, she closed her eyes and began unbuttoning his shirt with shaking hands. "Alright," she whispered, the words little more than a breath against his skin as her fingers brushed against his hair-roughened chest.

His skin felt hot beneath her fingertips, sending electric currents coursing through her body; each button she undid brought them closer to exposing more of him to her touch, and the anticipation was driving her wild. Finally, his shirt fell open, revealing the defined muscles of his torso and the dark trail of hair leading downward toward the waistband of his pants.

She reached out, tentatively tracing the line of hair with one finger before dipping lower to cup him through his pants. His cock hardened instantly in her hand, pressing against his flesh; she whimpered softly at the feeling of him growing bigger and thicker beneath her touch. Without further hesitation, she let her fingers slide into his waistband, bunching up the material as she slid it down over his hips, freeing him from his confines.

His cock sprang forward, pointing directly at her face; beads of pre-cum glistened on the thick vein running along its length and she could feel her mouth watering in anticipation once more

With shaking hands, she quickly fished the condom out of her panties and held it up between her eyes and his, nodding solemnly. "I-I got this," she murmured, her voice thick with desire as she began to unroll the latex over his cock. His skin flushed darker at the sight of it, a muscle in his jaw twitching as he gripped the back of the sofa for support.

Meanwhile, she placed one hand on her knee and the other between her legs, slowly beginning to stroke herself through her panties. The silk felt hot and wet against her fingers as she slid them up and down, imitating his previous motions on her. Her hips rocked back and forth in time with her touches, moans escaping her lips with each thrust.

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips again, mirroring the movement as it flicked over the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. The feeling of him growing larger and harder in her hand only served to intensify the sensations coursing through her body; she could feel herself getting closer and closer, the need for release building with each passing moment.

Finally, she looked up at him, their eyes meeting over the length of his cock between them. "Please," she whispered hoarsely. "Let me suck you off." Her voice came out raspy and demanding, a far cry from the soft, shy tone she'd used earlier; it sent a thrill coursing through her entire being, making her even wetter as she waited for