The crowd was getting thicker and I threw the rest of my beer in the bin. My band was going up in half an hour and I didn't want to be on the stage half drunk.
The festival crew must have bribed the weather gods pretty well - the sun was doing a nice job of stripping everyone down to the bare necessities. Mostly short skirts, shorts and tank tops. I was looking forward to the view from stage. There was one woman who especially caught my eye. She seemed overdressed for an open-air festival. Black cocktail dress and stockings. Flat shoes, the obvious concession to the increasingly muddy grass. Watching her, I realised that the stockings were torn in the back and the entire outfit was not overly clean. What really caught my eye though was the way she looked at her surroundings - somewhat lost, passive, her eyes clearly spelling out that she had seen everything and had found it bleak, thank you very much.
It took me a moment to realise that she was calling out to me, asking me what I thought I was doing staring at her. Her tone mirrored the look in her eyes - bored and somewhat condescending.
"Sorry for staring. You look good enough to eat and that's what I was doing - eating you with my eyes." Not my best line and I was pretty sure I was not looking as cool and debonair as I would have hoped either.
"Eating me with your eyes, eh? I can already feel your slobber running down my legs."
Obviously a put down, but I liked the slight double-entendre she was using.
"Listen," I said, "there's somewhere I need to go, but I'll be at the merch tent in about two hours - just in case you fancy continuing discussing our diets."
From the back she looked rather skinny and the sway of her slender hips was spelling out a clear "no". Well...
The gig went the way most gigs did. The singer hit most of the notes, the guitar player stretched every solo past its natural lifespan, the drummer experimented with entirely new concepts of time and my bass... well - let's be honest - nobody listens to the bass anyway. Plenty of nice views down in the audience, some boobs on display which is becoming a dying art at most gigs. No sign of the woman from earlier, though. Well...
I met Dara at the one merch stand carrying our T-shirts, lazily chatting up the goth guy manning it. He was obviously gay but Dara always liked her challenges.
"Babes, if you'd left me alone one more minute you'd have found me behind the tent with a card offering free blowjobs - I'm fucking bored!" she said.
I have known Dara for more than 6 years and believe me, that's what would have happened, had anyone given her a card and a marker pen.
"Give me half an hour for loading up the van and we'll be on our way back to Vienna, ok? And I promise you a nice dick to suck on once we're out of here."
She was actually pouting. "I have sucked your dick a thousand times - entertain me properly! Like... what about that girl staring at your back?"
And lo and behold - the woman in the dress was right behind me doing her own staring at our little scene.
"I met her earlier," I said, "and she's as desperate for entertainment as you are. I was trying to talk her pants off and I might get there yet, so don't you dare scare her off!" I was speaking mostly to myself of course, as Dara already had her arm around the girl's hips, marching her off.
"Loading area, half an hour, okay?!" Well, one can only hope...
I only take my own amp and basses, so I was already leaning against my car waiting for the women to arrive when they finally made it - slightly red-faced and the girl's lipstick spread over her mouth like a clown's face. Dara doesn't bother with lipstick when she's on the prowl.
"I need to drop my stuff at the storage at work first. You ride shotgun."
Once out of the festival area, Dara stuck her arms out and pulled the girl's breasts out of the dress, squeezing them while rolling her nipples. I reclined her seat to give D better access.
"Take off your panties!" Dara said.
The girl pulled up her dress, revealing her bare mound. Dara waved a dark piece of fabric in the back. Of course she'd taken care of that first thing. My right hand covered her labia, two fingers enjoying the wet heat of her vagina, stroking her lazily. I was driving a car after all.
"Seems you handed me over to your girlfriend," she said. "Did you lose interest or is she just the boss of you? Ouch!"
Cheeky girl!
"Call me someone's girlfriend again and I'll keep twisting your nipples off!"
Of course, Dara.
"You'll soon find out our only job is keeping D happy," I said. "You live with it, or I'll drop you wherever you want. But keep in mind - a happy Dara is a very giving Dara!"
Pouting lips, but nothing suggesting she wanted to miss out.
I don't think she'd gotten off yet when I pulled into the parking lot of my office, but her cheeks were a nice shade of dark pink and the car smelled sweetly of her pussy. Her voice was nearly timid when she admitted she needed to pee. I quickly unloaded and the three of us went up to my office, heading straight for the toilets.
"I want you naked!" I said. "Yes, leave on the shoes and stockings. Dara darling, take your fingers out of her. You can see she's desperate to pee!" I held the stall door open for her and we stood watching her. The pink tinge on her face got a shade darker, but needs must and she sat down to relieve her bladder. "Keep your knees apart; you know we want to watch!"
Of course there was no toilet paper. One of my employees seemed to empty out the cupboards at least once a week. She stood awkwardly, her legs a capital O around the toilet bowl. I used my fingers to catch the dribble and rub it over her vulva, mixing pee and juice and licking the mixture from my fingers. She looked beautiful so we kept the dress and led her back to the car as she was. It had gotten late already, so an elderly dog-walker was the only witness, as she sat her cute naked arse on the car seat.
I went to Hotel R., our usual place with underground parking. I told Dara to wait ten minutes while I booked our usual room before bringing the girl upstairs.
I was waiting for them outside the elevator on the top floor. The girl looked flushed. I smirked at Dara when I noticed the smear on the elevator's glass rear wall where she'd had the girl press her bare arse against it, giving the people in the lobby quite a show.
I'd repeatedly asked her not to scare off our companion. Yet I had long since accepted that saying "no" to Dara was merely a way of delaying "yes" by a few seconds.
Our favourite room was a junior suite with a La-Z-Boy and a king-size bed. I hadn't actually seen much of our companion yet, so I asked her - yes, I can be nice and polite - to put her arms on her head and spin for me. Her body showed the marks of experience, her larger than average breasts slightly sagging. Her hips were slim and her arse on the small side, but nice and soft and with a nice wiggle to it if you slapped it.
"I want you to give your explicit consent to whatever happens here," I said. "We will not hurt you too much, there won't be any marks lasting longer than a day and if you want us to stop - you see that TV set on the wall? 'Panasonic' will be your safeword. This way you cannot forget it if you should get overexcited. Is this OK? Nodding is not good enough. Say: This is what I want!"
"This is what I want!"
Nice - I was starting to feel proud of her. I cupped her breast and went in for a deep kiss which seemed to surprise her. Her mouth tasted surprisingly sweet with a hint of Dara. There was no mystery about what they'd been up to during those ten minutes in the garage. Her tongue proved strong and flexible once she decided to get with the kiss and her breasts seemed to go taut and flushed.
I asked the girl to recline on the La-Z-Boy and play with herself with legs spread wide for my personal viewing pleasure. D was on the bed, lazily squeezing her own boobs, watching us and getting bored again. Someone knocking on the door redeemed her from her suffering, I called for the knocker to enter and in came a youngish waiter with the champagne and three glasses I had ordered. The girl, sitting in full view from the door, her legs spread and two fingers deep in her vagina, captured his full attention. Being a nice man, he asked the girl whether she was alright. The girl turned deeply red and didn't answer right away, so he repeated, "Miss, are you OK?"
"This is what I want!"
"OK then..." He still looked uncertain, still watching her moving fingers. "I'll leave you to it then."
"Wait!" Dara crawled off the bed. "You would expect a tip when serving a guest, wouldn't you?"
"That's OK, you don't have to ..."
"I insist, though. Come here!" She stood beside the girl now, one hand resting on her thigh, the other one impatiently waving for the waiter to approach. "What are you waiting for? Drop your pants already!"
You can see now why I'm the nice one in this relationship, right?
The waiter's penis was half limp when she grabbed it and started working it over the girl's vulva. Not touching it, but giving him a half-hearted handjob while scolding the girl. "Keep those fingers busy. Seems the young man needs a show!"
"So give him a show then!"
There was the girl making me proud again! I was already running for cover against the expected explosion from Dara. You live and learn.
Dara pulled a sizeable boob out of her own blouse, sucking on it and rubbing it against the waiter's bell-end. The girl must have really grown on her.
Eventually he erupted, Dara pulling him closer by his dick and depositing his cream on the girl's belly, wiping her hand on her mound as she dropped him. "Thank you, you can go now!"
As the door slammed shut, she was already busy spreading the yellowish substance on the girl's lips and chin and finally inserting the finger into her mouth. "Clean up like a good girl!"
As the girl removed her fingers from her vagina to spoon the rest of the young man's life juice into her mouth, D moved between the girl's legs and latched directly onto her clit. Ignoring the girl's deep moans, she kept up the suction while waving for me to come forward.
"You want the regular set, right?" I asked.
Another gasp from the girl as Dara started nodding her head without letting go of the girl's most sensitive body part. I turned to the leather bag I brought with me and retrieved a mid-sized anal plug, inserting it into the girl's mouth for lubrication before handing it to D. Another moan as it went straight into her arsehole, D never removing her lips from their location, but keeping one hand on the plug, twisting and turning it, pulling her anus open and then tight again. The girl went stiff with her legs trembling in her first orgasm - at least the first one I witnessed.
D, showing some unexpected mercy, stopped sucking on the engorged and reddened clitoris in front of her, but waved towards me again. "It is time!"
OK, so much for mercy... I got back to my bag and grabbed the DONT. I tore open a condom wrapper and put the rubber on the DONT. Being the nice guy here, I held out as long as I could before I handed it to my companion with the wet grin. Even she knew to insert the DONT slowly into the girl, who spasmed with another orgasm before it was even completely inside her. D actually waited for a few minutes until she started her play of moving and twisting the DONT inside the girl. It felt like she never got out of that orgasm completely as her legs started flailing wildly and she started biting down on her own fist to soften her cries.
This might be a good time to shed some light on the DONT. The Dick Of Nine Tails is a contraption of my own design, beloved in spite of its simplicity. Imagine a rather large butt plug, made of solid oak with a nylon rope wrapped around it, spiralling from the tip to the tail end with half an inch of space between the strands.
The girl's flailing never stopped, so this did not look like a good moment to insert my tongue inside that mouth. Instead I moved my mouth downwards and wrapped my lips around her nearest nipple. I didn't think she even noticed me sucking and pulling on it. I hardly started kneading the other breast when D signaled again. As the girl seemed rather filled up with enough to chew on in all cavities, I recognized the grand finale approaching. I dropped my pants, strolled past D and slipped my own dick into her usually well-lubed arsehole. Immediately she started swinging her nicely filled-out backside from side to side, freeing me from having to do any work myself except hanging onto that arsehole for dear life.
"I think you can stop now; she obviously passed out minutes ago."
The girl was limp, her legs hanging off the sides, and I thought she was lightly snoring.
Accepting her fate, D started to seriously shove her arse against my dick, working us both until she came, with me following shortly after.
I pulled out and carried the girl onto the bed, covering her nudity with a blanket. D tried to milk my dick for some more spunk but finally gave up, pushed two fingers into her arsehole and got enough cream to salve the girl's lips as a reminder for when she woke up.
Ten minutes later, back in my car, D broke the dazed silence. "What did you think?"
"I liked her. I don't think we actually tested her limits. Not sure if she even has any of those left."
"You want to keep trying though?"
"I left a card with your number. I have a feeling she'll come back for more."
