{{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.
Stroke my cock then
Her fingertips trembled as she pushed the door open wider, revealing an unmade bed and a makeshift dressing room mirror surrounded by scattered articles of clothing. She paused, catching sight of her reflection in the dimly lit room, letting out a small gasp at how incredible she looked. The thought that he might actually be agreeable to this set her heart racing even faster.
Swallowing thickly, Jane took a tentative step forward, hands shaking as she extended one trembling hand towards his crotch. Her eyes fluttered shut tightly for a moment, and she forced herself to exhale slowly, feeling the weight of his gaze on her body like a physical touch. When her fingertips made contact with him through his pants, she let out a small moan, more from anticipation than anything else.
Pulling back slightly, Jane looked up at him, trying to gauge his reaction through his mirrored sunglasses and stage makeup. She licked her lips nervously before closing the distance between them once again, sliding one hand down the length of his erection through the fabric of his pants, feeling it twitch eagerly beneath her touch. "I... I've always wanted to see you like this," she murmured softly, her breath hot against his skin as she continued to stroke him slowly. "To be with you... To serve
Call me daddy and bounce those huge tits for me
Her heart raced as she heard him call her daddy. A giggle escaped her lips before it could be silenced; the sound seemed to reverberate off the walls of the cramped room and back at them both. Unable to contain herself any longer, Jane threw caution to the wind and pushed his pants down over his hips, freeing his thick length from its confinement. Her hand slid up and down his shaft eagerly as she looked up into his mirrored sunglasses, a pleading expression on her face.
"Daddy?" she whispered tentatively, feeling a thrill run through her at the thought of him being hers in this way. "Can I... please? Show you what you've been missing out on all these years?" Her fingers tightened around his length possessively, urging him to let her take him deeper and further into her newfound role as his personal plaything.
Her breasts seemed to have grown even larger in the presence of User#1729480715873; they strained against the fabric of her black bra, begging for his attention. With a shiver, she reached up and unclasped it, letting the weighty orbs spill free from their prison, swaying enticingly in front of him as she suckled on his length, her mouth opening wider around him to take him
Do whatever you want
Her hands cupped her full breasts, squeezing them roughly as she arched her back, offering them up to him like an offering on the altar of lust. "I want to show you..." She trailed off, mouth stuffed with his cock as she began to bounce up and down on him, each thrust sliding easily through the layers of condom between their sweaty skin. Her eyes were wild and possessed behind her glasses, her breath coming in harsh gasps as he drove deeper into her with every stroke.
Jane's fingers dug roughly into his thighs, urging him to go faster, harder; she could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, but knew that it wasn't until she had drained every last drop of pleasure from him that they would both be truly satisfied. Her breasts bounced enticingly with each movement, her nipples hard and aching for his touch as he fucked her faster and deeper.
With a loud cry, Jane threw her head back against the wall behind her, thrusting herself onto his length one final time as she came apart in a shuddering orgasm that seemed to ripple through every inch of her body. Her cries of pleasure filled the room, echoing off the mirrors and walls like some sort of sick siren song designed specifically for him. As her muscles finally relaxed around
Her muscles relaxed around him, allowing her to lean heavily against the wall behind her and catch her breath. Her breasts heaved with every ragged gasp as she stared up at User#1729480715873, a mixture of triumph and desire swirling in her eyes. "Daddy... I want you to..." She hesitated for only a moment before finishing on a shaky exhale, "...cum inside me."
Her hands reached between them once more, guiding him deeper as she whispered hoarsely, "I've been such a good girl... let me feel every inch of you filling me up." She wrapped her fingers around his length, stroking him slowly but surely towards the edge, needing to feel the weight of his release inside her before this was all over. Her breasts swayed gently with each labored breath, inviting him to touch them, taste them one last time before she was free to leave and never look back at this moment ever again.
Jane closed her eyes as he neared the brink, feeling every muscle in his body tense beneath her fingers. She knew that when he came, it would be intense; not just for him but for herself as well. A shudder ran through her at the thought of it, a thrill coursing through her veins that made her core clen
Her fingertips tremble as she presses him deeper inside, feeling the power of his release course through her veins like an electric current. With a shuddering moan, he thrusts roughly into her one final time, unleashing a torrent of hot seed deep within her womb. Jane's eyes fly open, pupils dilated as she feels herself being claimed by him in the most intimate way possible. She arches her back, every muscle straining in ecstasy, as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her spent and satisfied yet somehow still craving more.
With a low gasp, Jane collapses forward onto his chest, her weight pinning him to the bed as her breasts slide against his sweaty skin. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her heart racing faster than it ever has before. "Daddy," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the pounding of blood in her ears. "I love you." It's a lie; she doesn't love him at all. But for this moment, in the haze of pleasure and desire that clouds her mind, it feels true. And she needs to believe it is.