Lena’s nigh at the concert
I never met him before. He only sent me a partial picture of his band and invitation to a concert with a backstage pass when his band played in my town.It took me some time to decide whether to go or not.
When they’ve finnished playing and as people leave, I walk boldly back stage. I pass roadies packing up the gear and some men cleaning things up on and behind the stage and asked for directions. I don’t know why I do this, but I turn and suddenly find myself in the door where they are all sitting (some standing) talking and drinking. Seven musucians and their road manager as I was informed. Road manager aproaches and says: “You’ll be dealing fomalities with me”. I am embarrassed and blushing as I stand there. I wear a thin short dark red dress (with quite an open cleavage), stay-ups and dark red highheels, and a thin coat over it all. One of them pull me in and asks my name ..”Lena..” I answer. They are all sweating and chatting, and I am handed something to drink (a strong beer) and they all gather around me.” Care to come along to our hotel for an afterparty ..?” one of them asks laughing... I look at each of them, wondering which one is he ... and nod, despite my hesitations…
It all happened very fast. Seven guys playing moments ago scooped me up after their gig, and brought me along for their after-party. They looked good, were between 34and over 50 I guess, all dressed in leather jackets and dark grey and black pants. I had danced a little and was all warm and happy (with a few drinks inside as well), and thought nothing of it when we all got into this extra-big taxi. I sat in the middle of them all, and soon I felt their hands on my legs and arms and neck. There was loud music in the speakers and my little (not all to convincing) protests couldn’t really be heard. They seemed nice somehow, although all sweaty after the concert.
We rode along to their hotel, and one of the guys picked me up by the hips and placed me in his lap. I could feel his hard-on through his pants, bressing against my ass. Then someone picked up my legs by the knees and with a swift movement, pulled off my panties. He threw them to the chauffeur, laughingly yelling to him: ”Here is a little tip for you, Daniel!” Then he parts my legs and caresses my thighs. I get scared and warm at the same time. Someone else reaches into the back of my dress, unzipping it quite a bit in the back, and unfastens my bra. Het hen caresses my cheek and says: ”Take off you bra, please ….”
I look at him and he kisses me, and that makes me melt. Without thinking any more I pull off my bra and give it to him. He throws it forward as well, to the chauffeur, just as we come to a stop. We all get out, me with a half-open dress and my hair in a whirl, and walk into the lobby of the hotel, one of the band guys holding me by the arm. A beautiful woman gets up from an armchair there and come sup and greets the guys, and gives me a short nod. We proceed to the lifts and as we ride up in the small space, tightly huddled together, they all chat about the gig and music and such, and I feel a hand caressing my but.
The room is right next to the elevator, and inside the guys throw off their leather jackets on the floor, and one heads into the showers. It is a very big room with a sofa and sitting area as well as a bed, and a large window facing a courtyard in the middle of the hotel, with the bar down below.
Suddenly I am grabbed from behind, and the zipper in me dress is pulled all the way down, and the dress just falls off. I stand naked in the middle of the room, not knowing what to say and feeling very exposed. The woman looks at me.
”Nice body ….”
”You, sexy …!” anotherone hollers.
Someone puts on some music, and I hear another order wine, beer and drinks from the room service. My arms are grabbed from behind and held together, as the unknown guy behind me caresses my hip and runs a finger up along my arm over my shoulder and neck, making me shiver with pleasure.The guy steps out of the shower wearing only a white towel, and another heads in. Two of the men approach me smiling, and caresses my breasts. This is alll going too fast I think, but I am also aroused by the caresses and music and the hands. Suddenly there is a knock on the door and someone calls: ”Room service.”
”Open the door, dear,”the man behind me whispers and I think it is the man I had met earlier. He releases me, and not really thinking I turn and open the door. There are two of them outside, with a trolly full of wine and beer bottles, a few drinks and snacks. They smile when they see me naked, but just proceed inside with the trolly. I stand still, my cheeks burning hot with the embarassment.
”The party can start!” someone calls out.
”Has already, started,” someone else says behind me. It's the guy wearing only the towel. He steps up behind me and puts his arms around me, kissing my neck. I feel his cock press against me ass. He fondles me a bit, but as the other guy comes out of the shower just next to us, I am pushed forward and straight into him. He laughs, drops his towel and takes my in his arms, to stop me from falling. I feel his warmth and strong arms, and his cock slide in between my legs. But then I am jerked back and turned around. "Not so quick here," a deep voice (his?) says and grabs my arms and swings me around to face the woman, who has taken a seat in an armchair, and is sipping a glass of wine that she was just served by the roo service guys. "OK, ok ..." the man from the shower laughs, picks up the towel and grabs a beer from the trolly. I stand right in front of the blond woman, with deep blue eyes, and the tight leather pants. My feet are kicked apart by the man behind me, a little too wide for comfort, and I feel at least two pair of hands caress my back and slowly slide down between my legs.
"Oh, man she is already wet ..." I hear behind me, as I feel a hand slide over my pussy lips. I realize I am extremely aroused by all this. The woman smiles wryly at me, and takes another sip.
"I think this Slut is enjoying this," she laughs, her voice deep.
Suddenly I feel a lot of hands all over me, my legs, breasts, ass, neck and .. in between my legs. "What was here name?" someone asks. "Lena," I answer in a low voice ... I sense where this all is heading, but I will allow it ... as it also excites me .. I realize, feeling a little ashamed and yet ... truthful …
"Why don't you start by sucking all these guys hard, Lena …?"
Her words hit home, as I sink to my knees (slightly helped by me getting weak in the knees from the arousal, and the hands pushing me down). She laughs. As the first man aproaches and slides his softly swolen head over my cheek towards my mouth, I realised that my boyfriend said that he can pick me up after the concert… but I was out of control already. The frenzy started and the picture was blured. I can only remember an electrifying surge of sexual energy within and all around me.
When they’ve finnished playing and as people leave, I walk boldly back stage. I pass roadies packing up the gear and some men cleaning things up on and behind the stage and asked for directions. I don’t know why I do this, but I turn and suddenly find myself in the door where they are all sitting (some standing) talking and drinking. Seven musucians and their road manager as I was informed. Road manager aproaches and says: “You’ll be dealing fomalities with me”. I am embarrassed and blushing as I stand there. I wear a thin short dark red dress (with quite an open cleavage), stay-ups and dark red highheels, and a thin coat over it all. One of them pull me in and asks my name ..”Lena..” I answer. They are all sweating and chatting, and I am handed something to drink (a strong beer) and they all gather around me.” Care to come along to our hotel for an afterparty ..?” one of them asks laughing... I look at each of them, wondering which one is he ... and nod, despite my hesitations…
It all happened very fast. Seven guys playing moments ago scooped me up after their gig, and brought me along for their after-party. They looked good, were between 34and over 50 I guess, all dressed in leather jackets and dark grey and black pants. I had danced a little and was all warm and happy (with a few drinks inside as well), and thought nothing of it when we all got into this extra-big taxi. I sat in the middle of them all, and soon I felt their hands on my legs and arms and neck. There was loud music in the speakers and my little (not all to convincing) protests couldn’t really be heard. They seemed nice somehow, although all sweaty after the concert.
We rode along to their hotel, and one of the guys picked me up by the hips and placed me in his lap. I could feel his hard-on through his pants, bressing against my ass. Then someone picked up my legs by the knees and with a swift movement, pulled off my panties. He threw them to the chauffeur, laughingly yelling to him: ”Here is a little tip for you, Daniel!” Then he parts my legs and caresses my thighs. I get scared and warm at the same time. Someone else reaches into the back of my dress, unzipping it quite a bit in the back, and unfastens my bra. Het hen caresses my cheek and says: ”Take off you bra, please ….”
I look at him and he kisses me, and that makes me melt. Without thinking any more I pull off my bra and give it to him. He throws it forward as well, to the chauffeur, just as we come to a stop. We all get out, me with a half-open dress and my hair in a whirl, and walk into the lobby of the hotel, one of the band guys holding me by the arm. A beautiful woman gets up from an armchair there and come sup and greets the guys, and gives me a short nod. We proceed to the lifts and as we ride up in the small space, tightly huddled together, they all chat about the gig and music and such, and I feel a hand caressing my but.
The room is right next to the elevator, and inside the guys throw off their leather jackets on the floor, and one heads into the showers. It is a very big room with a sofa and sitting area as well as a bed, and a large window facing a courtyard in the middle of the hotel, with the bar down below.
Suddenly I am grabbed from behind, and the zipper in me dress is pulled all the way down, and the dress just falls off. I stand naked in the middle of the room, not knowing what to say and feeling very exposed. The woman looks at me.
”Nice body ….”
”You, sexy …!” anotherone hollers.
Someone puts on some music, and I hear another order wine, beer and drinks from the room service. My arms are grabbed from behind and held together, as the unknown guy behind me caresses my hip and runs a finger up along my arm over my shoulder and neck, making me shiver with pleasure.The guy steps out of the shower wearing only a white towel, and another heads in. Two of the men approach me smiling, and caresses my breasts. This is alll going too fast I think, but I am also aroused by the caresses and music and the hands. Suddenly there is a knock on the door and someone calls: ”Room service.”
”Open the door, dear,”the man behind me whispers and I think it is the man I had met earlier. He releases me, and not really thinking I turn and open the door. There are two of them outside, with a trolly full of wine and beer bottles, a few drinks and snacks. They smile when they see me naked, but just proceed inside with the trolly. I stand still, my cheeks burning hot with the embarassment.
”The party can start!” someone calls out.
”Has already, started,” someone else says behind me. It's the guy wearing only the towel. He steps up behind me and puts his arms around me, kissing my neck. I feel his cock press against me ass. He fondles me a bit, but as the other guy comes out of the shower just next to us, I am pushed forward and straight into him. He laughs, drops his towel and takes my in his arms, to stop me from falling. I feel his warmth and strong arms, and his cock slide in between my legs. But then I am jerked back and turned around. "Not so quick here," a deep voice (his?) says and grabs my arms and swings me around to face the woman, who has taken a seat in an armchair, and is sipping a glass of wine that she was just served by the roo service guys. "OK, ok ..." the man from the shower laughs, picks up the towel and grabs a beer from the trolly. I stand right in front of the blond woman, with deep blue eyes, and the tight leather pants. My feet are kicked apart by the man behind me, a little too wide for comfort, and I feel at least two pair of hands caress my back and slowly slide down between my legs.
"Oh, man she is already wet ..." I hear behind me, as I feel a hand slide over my pussy lips. I realize I am extremely aroused by all this. The woman smiles wryly at me, and takes another sip.
"I think this Slut is enjoying this," she laughs, her voice deep.
Suddenly I feel a lot of hands all over me, my legs, breasts, ass, neck and .. in between my legs. "What was here name?" someone asks. "Lena," I answer in a low voice ... I sense where this all is heading, but I will allow it ... as it also excites me .. I realize, feeling a little ashamed and yet ... truthful …
"Why don't you start by sucking all these guys hard, Lena …?"
Her words hit home, as I sink to my knees (slightly helped by me getting weak in the knees from the arousal, and the hands pushing me down). She laughs. As the first man aproaches and slides his softly swolen head over my cheek towards my mouth, I realised that my boyfriend said that he can pick me up after the concert… but I was out of control already. The frenzy started and the picture was blured. I can only remember an electrifying surge of sexual energy within and all around me.
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