slut-solutions:I went to the “After Dark” music festival every year. It didn’t matter what bands wer
slut-solutions:I went to the “After Dark” music festival every year. It didn’t matter what bands were playing. I loved music but that wasn’t why I was there. I was there for the dick. I scanned the crowd, looking for the right guy. Truth be told, almost any of them could have been the right guy. It all depended on my mood and the music. I was high on all kinds of shit. I’d taken a few hits of Molly and smoked some meth. I may have taken acid but it hadn’t kicked in yet. I wandered around aimlessly. I’d lost my friends hours ago but it didn’t alarm me. I liked being alone when I did my slutty cock hunting. I scanned the crowd, looking for a hot guy that struck my fancy. I was so high I could barely see when I heard someone shout something that interested me. “Slut Hunter is going to be on in five minutes!” she screamed to one of her friends. “Slut Hunter is here?” I screamed. How I had forgotten this was a testament to how high I really was. Slut Hunter was the name of the band that I had come to this festival to see! The girl didn’t seem to hear me and so I moved on and found my way to the very front of the stage.“Hey, girl what are you doing?” a black guy with a faux hawk and a set of neon earplugs yelled at me. “I need to be in the front for Slut Hunter!” I screamed at him, probably too loudly. The volume of my voice sounded very high but I didn’t know how to tone it down. My brain wasn’t functioning right and I held onto the guardrail to steady myself. “Are you okay?” the guy asked and handed me some water. “Thanks,” I took a few gulps of water and handed the bottle back. “They should be on any minute. I’m Leonardo but people call me Nardo,” he stuck his hand out and I was stunned for a moment before I realized he wanted me to shake his hand. “I’m looking for sex,” I told him. “Imagine that!” he laughed. “That’s why I came to this concert. I figured sluts would definitely be at the Slut Hunter stage.” His hand rested on my ass and I realized I was probably going to fuck him. His hand slipped under my short skirt and as the lights dimmed his cock came out. He lifted my skirt and used it to semi-cover what we were doing. His cock slipped into my pussy bareback and I didn’t say anything about it. I was too high and the sex felt good. He fucked me pretty hard as the band took the stage. He was railing me from behind when the band began to play the first song, “She’s Whack.” I sang along with the lyrics until the feel of Nardo’s cock was too much. I let out screams of joy as my orgasm hit me. All those drugs had caused an intensity to my cumming that was unexpected and pleasant. The pleasure was immense as I raised my eyes up and saw the bass player of Slut Hunter looking straight at me. I wondered if he could tell that I was cumming. Just in case he couldn’t tell I made sure to show him with the next orgasm, and then the next. Nardo was fucking me good and everyone around us had started to move away. I guess they figured out we were fucking and so it was just me and Nardo at the front and I was locking eyes with the bassist every chance I got. When Nardo finally came, he came right inside of me. I didn’t think much of it as he kissed my cheek and mouthed the words, “Thank you.” Then he disappeared, leaving me to make goo-goo eyes at the bassist some more. By the end of the show, he had pointed at me and motioned for me to come up on the stage.“Me?” I asked, pointing to myself. He nodded and before I knew it a security guard was grabbing me and pulling me toward the stage. “Monty wants to meet you,” he grumbled as if he hated the job of grabbing sluts or the band to fuck. “Monty Corbel?” “Yes,” the guard shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Oh my God! I’m such a big fan!” I began to rattle off everything I knew about the band, its members, and Monty Corbel. “They are the best!” “Yeah, I’ll bet,” the guard seemed as interested as a slut at a monogamy convention. “Monty!“ I screamed as the guard opened up a door and there he was, his bleached blond hair sweaty and tousled. “Hi there. Thanks, Joe,” he said to the guard. “So, want to come see my van?” he asked me.“Sure,” I smiled.“I have it parked back out here,” he grabbed my hand and led me down a set of stairs and to a parking lot full of trailers and vans where the talent obviously did their partying. By the time we made it to his van, I realized that it was just a regular old van. I had pictured him taking me back to some amazing hotel room, but apparently, he was staying in his van. His clothes were everywhere and it had a weird, musty smell that made me wonder how many women he had fucked in there. “Come on in. So were you actually having sex with that black guy?” he asked me. I wanted to lie, to say I hadn’t really, that we had been faking it, but there was cum dripping down my legs at that very moment and I knew Monty was going to find out. “Yes. He came in me,” I gestured to my legs and his eyebrows went up. “So do you consider yourself a slut? Not to be rude, but the thing about me is that I love a good slut. You know? I’m a slut myself. I can appreciate a slutty girl.” “Yeah, I’m a slut. That’s why Slut Hunter is my favorite band! You have no idea how big of a fan I am!”“Show me with your mouth,” he commanded as I climbed into the back of his van. He pulled his cock out and I wrapped my mouth around it. “That’s a good slut,” he patted me on the head as if I were a small puppy and though I found it a bit rude, I rolled with it. I was rolling and I was really hallucinating from the acid too as I wrapped my slutty mouth around his cock. I could have sworn I tasted the distinctive taste of another girl’s pussy as I swallowed him down my throat. The drugs must have given me super powers because I was so much better at deep throating than I had ever been before. “Wow! Keep going! Don’t stop!” I kept on going until he pulled his cock from my mouth and told me to turn around. I did as he asked and I waited for him to enter me. Time passed and I looked over my shoulder at him. “What are you doing?” I asked. “I’m looking for a condom. I try to be safe. You know?” “Yeah sure,” I agreed. I didn’t care if we used a condom or not. I would have been just as okay if we hadn’t, but whatever he wanted. He was Monty Corbel! He could do anything he wanted to me and I would have let it happen. I grabbed my phone and snapped a few photos while he wasn’t looking. No pic and it didn’t happen, right? I needed my friends to believe me if and when I ever found them again. I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to leave the van I was in with Monty. He was so fucking hot and I was fangirling out on him. “Slut Hunter is the best band! I am so happy I got to meet you and I can’t wait to feel your cock inside me. Your cock is really nice, a lot bigger than I thought,” I gushed and he looked smug and proud of himself. He was enjoying that I was into him. He was enjoying that I couldn’t wait to get his cock inside of me. “Okay, here we go. Take my cock, slut!” He pushed his dick into my pussy. The condom was a bit noticeable, but I was so high that it didn’t stop me from cumming. He fucked me from behind for a while, calling me names and pulling my hair. “You like that I’m a celebrity? You like this famous cock in your pussy? Huh?” “Yes! Yes, Monty Corbel! Fuck me like a slut! Fuck me like a slut and use me to get your cock off!” I screamed. I wanted him to use me. I wanted to be the slut he dumped his cum in. I really wanted him to lose the condom. It was starting to get annoying, but he was Monty Corbel. He probably had fucked thousands of women. He probably had a disease. And yet the feel of his cock wrapped in a rubber just wasn’t working. “You don’t have to wear a condom you know,” I tried to explain how I felt. “You want me to go bareback? You really are a slut!” Monty screamed, but he pulled the condom off and lay back on the floor of the van. “Let’s see what you can do on top. You’re a real slut, I can tell. Show me what you can do.” “Don’t mind if I do!” I laughed. I was so fucking high as I struggled to get his cock inside of me. I screamed as I lowered my pussy down onto his cock bareback. It filled me and I could feel his flesh against mine in the best possible way. I felt so close to him, so close to this man who had been one of my idols for so long. It had always been a dream to hook up with one of the members of Slut Hunter. Now it was actually happening and the slut inside of me took over. Underneath the drugs and the fear was a girl who just loved to fuck, and she was summoned by the rhythm of my hips. She was conjured by the way he was bareback inside of me. I moved by instinct, all of my fucks before this one merely training for this moment. This was the apex of my slut dreams, the moment every slut lives for. I had a famous cock in me and I bounced on it with vigor and excitement. “God damn, girl! You really are a slut!” Hearing him say that only propelled me to new heights I took control of him, bouncing with an intensity that would soon make me cum. I balanced myself on his chest, gripping him as my pussy did its thing. I was hitting good spots inside of me, ones that made me squirt my juices all over his dick. I could feel the wetness on the carpet of his van. “I just came,” I told him as if my orgasm needed an explanation. “Cum on my cock as much as you want,” Monty moaned. I knew I was making him feel good, and I was feeling good too. There were so many drugs in me and I was at the peak of my experience, my passion filling the van. I was fucking a celebrity! I was cumming all over his cock. He was bareback inside of me and I knew he was about to cum when I leaned back just a bit, switching it up a bit. “Right there, slut! Right there!” he screamed. “Yeah!” I screamed back and I kept myself tilted back as I rode him. I watched his face contort into something ugly, yet strangely sexy at the same time. He was close, and I moved a bit faster until I knew I had him. “Fuck! I’m going to cum!” he screamed and he tried to pull his cock from my pussy, but I didn’t let him. I grabbed his arms and held them down until I had milked every last drop of cum from his cock. He didn’t fight very hard, and I was glad he hadn’t. I grabbed my phone and hopped off of Monty’s cock. I spread my legs and took some creampie pics and then snapped a pic of Monty’s face and shrinking cock. “Hey! Don’t take pictures! Can you erase those, please!” “Oh, sure,” I lied. I made a show of deleting them, but I had really just moved them to another folder. “Why can’t I keep pictures?” “I don’t want my girlfriend finding out we did this,” he said. “Oh, I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.” “I thought you were a big fan,” he laughed. “I am.” “Obviously not if you don’t know I have a girlfriend.” “I like your music, not your gossip.” “Well, I have to get back to the band.” “Can I meet them?” I begged him. “I’ll fuck the whole band if you want,” I added, hoping it would help my case.“Yeah, I can take you to meet them,” he agreed. “Thanks, Monty, you’re a cool guy!” “You’re a great slut,” he returned the compliment. “You have no idea. That was just baby slut shit. Wait until you see me with more than one guy at once!” He perked up. “Wow, you really are a real slut!” he said, his eyes dancing with excitement. And of course, I really was. -- source link