10 comments/ 26783 views/ 11 favorites Your Love Is My Ticket By: MoonlightRumRat So here is my third story. This will be it for now, unless I decide on posting another one in two weeks. I'm not disappointed in the ratings so far. My first two posts aren't my best work. Some people like em, some don't. That's fine. I'm hoping this one breaks 4 stars. And guys, it takes less than a minute to leave an anonymous comment. I really want to know why you like my stories, or why you don't. Again, not much to judge me on, only three stories, I know, but I'd like to get better and write more. I've got plenty of ideas ready if you like what I write. So good or bad, leave a comment! Leave feedback! Anyhow, for the story this week we're back on celebrities. Ke$ha. I started writing this a while back when she was all over the charts, so it might not be the most relevant now, but whatever. I haven't really seen any stories about her so I figured I'd post one. I really can't tell if I'm attracted to her or not. Some pictures of her are awesome, and others, I can't tell it's the same person. Photoshop? Probably. But this story is for those of you who have those moments where you think Ke$ha's hot. And don't worry, I didn't use the $ in her name during the story. Enjoy! * * * * * I had been dating this girl, Alyssa, for the past month. We didn't seem to be connecting, but I didn't care. The only reason I was dating her was because I wanted to get laid. I had broken up with my girlfriend of two years a few months ago and was ready to get back into the game. Sure I could've gotten sex a number of easier ways, but this girl was hot. She was around 5' 5" with natural breasts that were a tad large for her to be carrying around. With a well-kept, tight body, this brunette was on my fuck list. I had to have her. You could even say it turned into more of a challenge than anything. We didn't have the kind of relationship that would qualify me to spend money on a concert, but she had been hung up on Kesha for a while. She was always singing those damn, annoyingly catchy songs so I figured that gift would put me in between her legs. And just to be sure, I was also going to bring a bunch of weed for after the show. That was a surprise though. I sat through the concert, and while I can't say I'm into her kind of music, Kesha had a few good songs. Also, I was able to check her out the whole time because Alyssa and I were in the VIP section right next to the stage. I rarely ran into anyone who thought she was hot, but I bet they just didn't want to admit it. I always thought she was and may have been embarrassed to admit it myself. Anyhow, the VIP seats were my protection plan to ensure I got my nut off, and they came with backstage passes. If buying her VIP tickets, meeting Kesha, and smoking a lot of weed didn't get me laid, then I was going to break up with Alyssa the next morning. After finishing her encore set with that goddamn "Your Love Is My Drug" song, Kesha walked off stage. We'd be seeing her soon, but as we started walking away from the stage, Alyssa felt the need to call her friend and tell her about the amazing night she had. It sounds like my efforts were paying off, and we weren't done just yet. "Julie? Hey how are you...? I'm at the Kesha concert with my boyfriend... Yeah that one." "Wait... what the hell does that mean?" I mumbled to myself as I followed Alyssa as she walked. "No fucking way!" "What is it?" I asked aloud this time. "Julie and Amanda are here too!" Alyssa told me. "That's so weird. Where are you guys?" she said back into the phone. I thought everything was going great, but I had a bad feeling about the rest of my night. "Yeah hold on, I'll come find you... Ok see you in a minute." "We're gonna go meet them?" I asked Alyssa. "Yeah baby, I'm gonna go find my friends alright?" "Ok let's go," I said. "Oh no. Just me. You don't really know them that well. Don't worry, they'll give me a ride home too." "Oh..." I mumbled. "You're sure?" "I'm sorry. I promise I'll call you in the morning. Thank you for tonight. You're too sweet." "Alright. I'll see you tomorrow then... I guess." I said, my voice trailing off as she ran away to find her friends. I didn't even get a hug or kiss or anything. I was starting to think she was beginning to use me. I wasn't going to give up though. I was just going to be straight with her in the morning. I'd tell her I want to fuck, and if she says no, it'd over. If yes, then she'll come over my house, and I'll make sure she can't walk the next day. For now though I was headed backstage. Sure I made a lot of money, and these passes weren't all that expensive, but I wasn't going to let them go to waste. At least I'd get to meet somebody famous. As I walked through the arena, I spotted a guy around my age being yelled at by a woman, presumably his girlfriend. They were attracting a lot of attention. I felt kind of bad for the guy. He couldn't even get a word in. The woman slapped him across the face and stormed away. I walked over so I could talk with him. "So what the hell was that about?" He didn't say anything. "Come on. Walk over here," I said guiding him away from the middle of the concourse. "That fucking bitch broke up with me," he finally said, though not facing me. "I figured it was something like that." "I'm sorry, is there something I can do for you? Who are you?" he asked angrily. "No...um, my name's Nathan. Here I have something..." I poorly explained as I reached for my extra VIP pass. "I have an extra VIP ticket. You wanna meet Kesha?" I asked extending my hand. "I'm not trying to hit on you or anything. My girlfriend just left me here to go find her friends. I bought backstage passes and everything to try and well... you know, win her over, but she's gone now so..." "Oh," he said regaining some composure. "I'm sorry." "Nah, it's not that bad. She was too fucking stupid to realize sitting in the VIP section constitutes backstage passes. Besides, your situation is a little worse than mine." "Can I really have this pass?" he asked examining it. "Yeah. Not much I can do with it now." "You have to let me give you some money," he politely offered, reaching for his wallet. "Don't worry about it." "Thank you so much. It's nice to see that some people still do nice things for others. I'm Craig by the way." "Well Craig," I said shaking his hand. "Don't mention it. Just pass the love along... maybe to one of the VIP girls backstage, huh?" "Yeah," he laughed, obviously a little torn from just losing his girlfriend. "Can I just follow you then, cause I have no idea where to go." "I actually have no idea either, but... let's find a security guard or something." After talking to a guard and being pointed in the right direction, we started walking through the back hallways to find Kesha's room. Craig was actually a pretty cool guy, and we seemed to have a lot in common so we exchanged numbers so we could meet up some time. He had taken my advice and went off to talk with a group of girls who all had VIP passes. As the guard let us in, the group of twenty or so quickly filled her moderately sized room. Kesha turned around to introduce herself, though it's not like she needed to. Her room wasn't very impressive, but I guess that's because of the venue we were in. There was a couch against one wall and across from that was a television. She also had a small square table in front of the couch and another table against the wall in the back of the room. I assumed she had a separate dressing room because this one seemed more like a lounge. "So, did everyone enjoy the show?" Kesha asked. The guard closed the door behind me, as I was the last to enter. Everybody said they loved the show, even me. It wasn't like were going to say we didn't. "Well you can all sit down and just chill yeah? I'll walk around over the next half an hour or so, and we can talk or do autographs or whatever shit you wanna do." "Can we see your tits?" some asshole yelled. "No you cannot," Kesha quickly responded. I was honestly surprised she didn't have him kicked out. Maybe she didn't feel that threatened or perhaps she was just a slut and was used to drunken jackasses asking her to remove her shirt. Over the next half an hour, we all talked. Some chatted with each other, and others to Kesha. She was moving around the room, and she eventually walked by me. She stopped and gave me a look. "Hi" I said. "Do you wanna ask me any questions or anything? You're just talking to these other people." I found her choice of words strange. She called them other people. Why didn't she include me in that group? "Not in particular. I'm just happy to meet you," I responded. She smiled and walked away to go talk to other fans. "Wait," I said, grabbing her arm. She turned back to me and I let go. "What?" "Ummm... I'm sorry. I'm not usually this lame but... do you like any other drugs besides love?" Kesha giggled and answered, "I smoke weed sometimes." I was amazed at how open she was about that. Well not really. Like anyone in the room cared. What was better was that I had gotten a laugh out of her, no matter how small, and that's when I began to come up with a plan. I was going to try and get Kesha to smoke with me. I still had a small bag with a couple of joints in my pocket that were supposed to be for Alyssa, but fuck her. If I could smoke weed with Kesha, I'd have a story no one would believe. The only problem was where we were going to do it. I'd have to first see if she was even into it, and then we'd go from there. I waited another five minutes or so until we were forced to leave. We all said goodbye to Kesha. I made sure I was one of the last people out. As I walked down the hallway, I stopped and patted down my pants. I walked back to the guard and told him I thought I lost my wallet in the room. He opened it and made sure Kesha was ok for me to go in. He said I could go search. "Hey, sorry to bother you, but I think I dropped my wallet in here." "No problem. I was about to go change, but I'll help you look quick," Kesha said. I wouldn't have minded if she helped me look in the middle of getting changed, but it is what it is. "Thanks. I think it probably fell out of my pocket while I was sitting on the couch." Kesha walked over to me, and we sifted through the cushions. "Kesha?" "Yeah?" she responded. "My wallet is actually in my pocket. I came here for something else, but that guard is watching that I don't hurt you or whatever." "What are you talking about?" she asked, momentarily frightened. "Hold on. You'll see." "You're seriously freaking me out. Maybe I should..." she threatened to call the guard. "No no no, don't. I promise I'm not going to do anything. If you're not interested in my offer, I'll just leave." I though back to that "show me your tits" comment from earlier in the night. Kesha was accepting of that and wasn't backing away from me now even though I must've seemed like a creep or psycho. She certainly wasn't fazed by just anything. I threw my wallet on the couch so I could act like I had found it for the guard. I showed it to him, and as I put it in my pocket, I pulled out the bag of joints. "Found it in the cushion," I told the guard. I was standing in front of the doorway with the guard outside. I turned around to say goodbye to Kesha. I held the bag in front of my chest so the guard couldn't see it. "Have a nice night Kesha. It was great meeting you, and sorry for bothering you." I dangled it and raised one eyebrow in question. A smile appeared on her face. I walked out of the room, and before the guard could even close the door, Kesha stopped him. "Wait..." I stopped and turned around. "Could you come back in here? I wanna talk with you." "Uhhh, yeah. Sure," I said. The plan had worked. I couldn't believe it. Kesha told the guard to close the door and that she'd be fine before she followed me in. "I've got a lighter," Kesha said. She was ready to go already. I sat on the couch and leaned over the table, carefully taking out a joint for us. Kesha came and sat next me with her lighter. I passed it to her, and she lit it and took a hit. Her lighter was black with red hearts that were glittered out like her face is during her shows. Actually, kind of like her face was right then. It wasn't loaded up like you normally see, but there were traces of face paint. When she exhaled she held her hand out so I could have a turn. "That's good stuff," Kesha admitted. "Fuck..." she coughed. She was handling it well. It was good stuff after all. I had to make sure Alyssa slept with me. "Nothing but the best." That sounded awkward. "Well not for you. Well, it is for you, but that's not what I meant." I exhaled some smoke and sucked it back in. That was probably a bad move for not having smoked in a long time. I coughed rather harshly, and Kesha laughed while I regained my composure. "I bought this weed for my girlfriend. Actually, she isn't much of a girlfriend. I was kind of trying to get laid." Kesha didn't seem to mind that I was being so open. I enjoyed that she was so nonchalant about things. Kesha laughed and asked, "Did she go for it?" "Obviously not since I'm here with you. She ditched me after your show was over. Left me here for her friends." I started laughing at my situation, and Kesha joined in. "Don't worry about it. You'll bounce back no problem. Just share this weed with someone," she said staring at me. The thought that then ran through my head was that I was sharing it with her. To be honest, having sex with her hadn't entirely crossed my mind. Well... maybe it had, but what I really wanted was to just have a crazy story to tell people. I think smoking weed with one of the hottest girls in music was an excellent story. Over the next thirty minutes or so we sat there smoking, watching TV, and just talking shit with each other. I had always thought of her as a kind of bitch who wasn't a real musician, but she was actually very cool. My story was for sure worth telling, and I wouldn't be embarrassed about it at all. "You know what," I coughed. "Here, you finish this off," I said passing her what was left of the joint we were currently working on. I just couldn't handle any more. We weren't that high, but simply had a graceful buzz. Despite not smoking in some time, my tolerance wasn't half bad, as was hers. Still, I didn't feel like coughing anymore. "Need to get back into the swing of things huh? Marijuana deprivation," Kesha joked, taking another hit. "Yeah. To be completely honest, I've never been a pothead. Just smoked a bunch over the years when my friends did and what not." "Then what are you doing with weed this good?" She asked taking her final hit. "I told you, I was trying to get laid. When that didn't happen, I decided I wanted to smoke with you so I'd have an unbelievable story to tell my friends." "Lucky you. Your crazy plan worked, but you know... you could've just said you wanted to hang out," Kesha admitted. "Who in their right mind would assume a celebrity would waste their time hanging out with a fan they've never met?" "True, but you never know. You can't assume all us stars are cold assholes that want to be left alone. And did I hear you say you're a fan? You don't seem to fit the part. After all, you did say you brought a girl here just so you could get your nut off." "Well I think I may be becoming one. Your music is admittedly catchy, and now I know how cool you are so I'll definitely be listening to your albums soon." "That's good... because I'm not quite as slutty as my music makes me out to be. Definitely not obnoxious at all." "I'd agree with that," I said matter-of-factly. "I like meeting new people, especially fans, and I've had a nice night just talking with you." She took her roach and flicked in into the ashtray on the table in front of us. "The weed is a nice bonus though," she added and smiled. There was a knock on the door, and Kesha yelled for them to come in. It was the guard saying he and all but a few night guards in the stadium were leaving. Kesha didn't have to leave, but she'd have to take the back exit to get outside. The guard gave some directions on how to get out, but Kesha and I were staring at each other, hoping the he wouldn't realize what we'd been doing. The guard said goodnight and left. "I'm just gonna text my actual bodyguard and tell him I'll be a while. He'll wait with my driver till we're done here." "Aren't we kind of done here?" I asked. "Well no. I still have to pay you back, and now I can since the guard outside the door can't hear us." Kesha had gotten up and texted her bodyguard. I got up to follow her as she put her cell phone down on the table against the back wall. "You really don't have to pay me back for the weed." "But I want to," Kesha said as she pushed everything on the table back against the wall. "No really, it's fine. Smoking weed with you and having that story is more than good enough for me," I said as Kesha looked back at me and smiled. "Maybe if I told you how I was gonna pay you back." "Look I don't need any... mon...ey." I was at a loss for words. Kesha leaned forward and stuck her ass out, putting her hands on the edge of the table. She bent over and arched her back, running her hand down her side and onto her ass. "Oh so that's how you wanna – " "You find me attractive, don't you?" "Well... yeah I mean... I..." "Good. Your weed got me a little horny," Kesha said as she stood up straight and turned to walk towards me. "I wanted to do this earlier, but like I said, the guard was right outside, and I would have hated to have someone walk in on us." She threw her arms around my neck and brought her body up against mine. I grabbed her ass through her incredibly short torn jean shorts, my fingertips grasping past their edge and touching her flesh. "I don't get to fuck that often you know. I'm always on the road and don't really have time cause I'm always busy with music," Kesha admitted. "So then this'll be fun for both of us," I said as she stepped back from me. I grabbed both her breasts, and she placed her hands over mine, squeezing harder than I was. "Horny weed plus two hot people equals a great night, right?" Kesha asked, staring at me with a dirty smile. "You think I'm hot?" I asked. "You're pretty cute," Kesha said as she knocked my hands off of her. "So don't be nervous, ok?" With that she fell to the floor. She wasted no time. My belt slid out, and she threw it across the room. After unbuttoning my jeans, she grabbed hold and yanked them down along with my boxers. I stepped out of them, and she blindly slid them away from us. Without time to blink, my dick was now hanging in front of the sexy singer's face. She grabbed hold and slowly stroked it. "Already a little hard huh?" she asked, sticking her tongue out but not yet touching my dick. "When you bent over that table, that's when it started." "I'll let you fuck me in that same position later then," she promised. "I can't wait." "Well then... are you ready?" she asked. I just looked down at her, and she knew I didn't have to answer her question. Kesha opened her mouth and placed her lips over the head of my dick. She slowly moved them down my cock and pulled them back off. She started licking the first few inches of my dick, before getting back to actually blowing me. She made sure her tongue was still active on the inside of her mouth every time she bobbed her head on me. As I looked down, her eyes were closed and she was taking her time. She wanted to pay me back right, and I'd say the warm wet feeling of her mouth was a good start. Your Love Is My Ticket When she finally began to speed up, I felt her tongue run on the underside of my dick. She opened her eyes and looked up at me as she pushed herself farther down my cock and swallowed three quarters of it. She wasn't having any trouble handling my length. I ran a hand through her blonde hair as she steadily bobbed her face on my dick. "You know, for someone who doesn't do this that often, you're really fucking good Kesha." She smiled on my dick before pulling her lips off. She stroked it to spread her saliva around. "Thanks, but I said I don't get to fuck that often. Blowjobs, well... they're a different story." She put my dick back in her mouth and started pushing herself beyond what she was previously handling. "You blow a lot of guys?" I hated myself for interrupting her, but I was still curious. "Not really," she said stroking me again. "I guess you could say it's part of the business though. Nobody liked my music for a while... but they liked it with their dick in my mouth." She sucked only about half of my dick, but twirled her tongue around the head to prove her point. Sliding off, she spoke again. "I actually out-blowjobbed Katy Perry once. Stupid whore had to actually fuck the guy, and he still wasn't as satisfied with her pussy as he was with my mouth." "That's really fucking impressive. I thought you two were kind of friends or whatever though." "That's really just an act I put on. She doesn't even know I'm that much better than her." "Well, even if that is the case, I still think you could have just written better songs instead of blowing all those people. Practice makes perfect, you know." "Yes it does." She opened her mouth and slid her lips down the length of my cock. My dick quickly hit her throat. "Ohhh, fuck yeah! Kesha!" I moaned loudly. I didn't know what to do with myself. I was torn between staring at her sexy face as her mouth engulfed almost all of my cock and throwing my head back and simply enjoy the pleasure caused by her wet and squishy tongue. I was slightly upset though, amazing as it felt. My dick was in her throat, but there was about an inch left of my cock that hadn't yet made its way into her mouth. Just as that thought crossed my mind, Kesha finally pulled back, but for only a second. She grabbed my legs with both hands and slowly pushed her mouth down my cock, shaking her head from side to side. The pleasure increased tenfold as I enjoyed her tongue, saliva, and cheeks while holding her head. Once my cock had been entirely swallowed, Kesha stuck her tongue out as far as she could. Moving it from side to side made me wish I could get this kind of pleasure all the time. I looked down at her and just focused on my dick. I realized how quickly my orgasm was approaching. "Holy shit Kesha. You really are perfect," I stated as my dick slipped out of her throat. "I have to admit, that was actually pretty tough," she said, wiping saliva from her chin. "Yeah but you did it." "And I don't mind doing it again," she said stroking my dick slow and hard. "As long as you return the favor by shoving this thing into my fucking pussy. I better get off." "You will, don't worry." "Good," she said as she took me back into her mouth. Her mouth was open wide as Kesha slapped my dick against her tongue. Then using all the skills she had, she slid my dick along her tongue and pressed her nose to my stomach. She closed her mouth and began giving me what was easily the most incredible blowjob I've ever had, and not just because it was someone famous giving it. Kesha was bobbing her head fast and taking my entire cock down her throat every time. You rarely see pornstars show this kind of prowess. I rested my hands on her head as saliva escaped from the side of her mouth. I would have to say this was the best way anybody had ever paid me back. I looked down and noticed she had finally put one of her hands down the front of her shorts. She was playing with her pussy, but still she kept at the blowjob. The sloshing sound coming from her mouth was putting me over the edge. "Fuck Kesha..." I moaned. "You're going to make me cum." She used her free hand to start jerking me off as she stopped blowing me and audibly caught her breathe. Her saliva was running from the tip of my cock to her lips. She kept stroking me and looking me dead in the eye. She still hadn't responded to what I had just said. "What?" I asked as now brought her second hand down to her pussy. "What did you expect really? I'm a guy. You're fucking hot, and you're sucking my dick ridiculously well. The best I've ever had." "I guess it's alright. You're still gonna fuck me though right?" "Believe me when I tell you just because I cum once doesn't mean I can't have sex after. I'll fuck you as hard as you want." "Can't wait," was all she had to say. "Well if you finish this off here," I motioned towards my dick. "We can get to you quicker." "Well were do you want to cum?" she asked as she continued her blowjob. Only her mouth was touching my cock. One hand was in her shorts and the other resting on her knee. Her lips only covered about half of my cock since she planned on speaking again as soon as I gave her an answer. "How about... ummm..." I couldn't think fast enough when I was so close to so much pleasure. "I bet you wanna shoot your cum all over my pretty glitter face, huh?" "Yeah that sounds... just wonderful..." "Well I'm not going to let you do that," she said deep throating me and popping off. "Not yet." "So then how about I... I can cum..." "In my mouth!? Great idea." She looked at me with a dirty fucking smile as she put the head of my dick in between her lips and flicked at me with her tongue. I was more than ready to blow as soon as she started moving her lips in the slightest. "You're too much you hot little tease," I said. She then forced her head forward and my dick down her throat. This was the last time, for when she looked into my eyes, I let myself go. I shot the first powerful blast straight into her stomach. She felt it and moved her head back a little, taking my dick out of her mouth as I shot another burst that flew towards her throat. She didn't bring her hands up so I held my dick and aimed it at her mouth. She stuck her tongue out as I stroked myself hard, shooting another two loads towards the back of her mouth. I rubbed my cock on her tongue as the last few loads spilled onto it. When I finished, she swallowed my cum and deep throated me again (guess it wasn't the last time) in order to clean my dick of her spit. Kesha stood up and turned around, grinding her ass against my softening dick. "Well that was fun," she said. "But I need you to stay at least somewhat hard and come fuck me now." She walked over to the table and began taking her clothes off. She probably knew but wasn't aware that I was staring at her as she shimmied her tight denim shorts down past her ass. The panties soon followed, and she kicked her shoes aside. She jumped on the table and let her legs dangle over the edge. She proceeded to take off her shirt and so I figured I should get mine off as well. Mine got caught on my head for a second, and something hit me. I looked down and only saw her shirt. I couldn't believe I thought she'd be one to wear a bra. "Hurry up, and come fuck me already," she beckoned. I dropped my shirt on the floor and walked over to her. I leaned into her and grabbed her breasts as we kissed. She must've swallowed hard and a few times for I didn't taste anything in her mouth. I broke the kiss and got down on my knees to start eating her out. "What are you doing?" she asked seeming surprised. "What does it look like? I asked smiling and licking her cunt. She put her hand on my head and pushed me away. "Get up," she ordered. I stood up, and she grabbed my dick and slowly pulled me closer to her. "I said I needed you to come fuck me, so fuck me." "You don't want any foreplay for yourself?" "Hey, you were just down there. My pussy is soaked. I'm ready to fucking go," she said lining my cock up with her cunt. "So stick this thing in me, and let's fuck already." I wasn't about to argue, and so in one careful, quick move, I slowly pushed my entire length into her. Kesha was speechless as my hardening member sat inside of her. "Is that what you wanted?" I asked. "Your dick feels so good." I immediately built up a steady pace. She wanted me to fuck her so that's what I was going to do. Kesha wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper inside of her with each thrust. I stepped forward and placed my hands behind her. Leaning in, I kissed Kesha hard. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me back. My short hard thrusts and Kesha's pulling legs had synced up perfectly as I brought my left hand up and squeezed at her right breast. Moans were the only noise she was making. I decided I wanted to really pound her, so I moved my hands to her waist and pulled her towards me. Her ass was sitting slightly off the table. I sped up my thrusts and Kesha no longer need to pull me in for my dick to drill into the depths of her pussy. "Unghhh, fuck yes!" Kesha exclaimed as she fell onto her back. Now lying down, she spread her legs as far apart as she could and let them dangle in the air. Her moans were becoming more frequent as my dick slid entirely into her hot cunt and then all the way out minus the head. "Fuck, Kesha. Your pussy is nice and tight." "Then keep fucking me. Keep going, oh GOD, keep going!" I kept fucking her, and we started to shake the table. She put her hands up and back against the wall behind her to keep from sliding and hitting her head. I was fucking her too fast, and I popped out of her. Not missing a beat, my dick continued to thrust and it slid on top of her pussy. I then took a step back to give us a quick breather. She sat up and rubbed her clit as I kept my dick hard by stroking it. I stepped back to her, and she put her arms behind her to keep herself up. I spread her legs wide, and then grabbed my dick. I watched as it slowly spread her cunt apart and buried itself completely inside of her. "Shit... I feel so full with your cock stuffed inside of me," Kesha said. "Yeah, and you fucking love it, don't you?" "Damn right I love it," Kesha grinned. "Maybe I really am slut like my music portrays after all." "Hey it works for me." "Then fuck my slutty pussy right," she demanded. I slammed my dick hard and deep into her cunt. "Nnnnnghhh, fuck!" Kesha yelled. I stood up straight and started delivering the fucking that was going to bring her to an orgasm. Her arms were keeping her from moving so I brought my hands up and grabbed both her breasts as I fucked her steadily. I then leaned in and started thrusting a little faster. She put on an angry face as our fucking shook the table again. I was looking at her sexually charged grin and couldn't believe I was fucking her. I had come to her concert to fuck just some random brunette chick and instead got to fuck the singer that held the attention of thousands of people. "Holt shit Kesha. This is amazing." "Damn fucking right. Keep fucking me," she yelled. "Yes, yes, yes!" she said, angrily muffling out the words. That sexy angry face quickly changed to a fully pleasure-filled expression. Her eyes opened wide as did her mouth. I had started playing with her clit, but she quickly brought her right hand down and did the work for me. Her fingers knew what to do, and I just focused on shoving my dick balls deep inside her with every thrust. She really was a slut, and I loved it. That being the case, my dick had recovered from my first orgasm and was ready to start work on cumming a second time. "I'm going to cum, you're going to make me cum, and fuck your cock feels sooo good!" Kesha said in a fast run on sentence. "Yeah your gonna cum? C'mon then," I said as I grabbed her right breast with one hand and her waist with the other. I pounded her, and she lost it. Her body began shuddering like crazy, and I didn't slow down for a second. My fat cock ripped into her cunt, and both our freshly shaven sexes collided again and again. A steady slapping noise had filled the room. "Fuck, yesss!" Kesha moaned. "Ohhhh, holy shit!" I slowed down, and she calmed down fast. I pulled out of her and took a step back. I stroked my dick to keep it hard because I wanted to cum again. I was fairly close. Kesha laid back and rubbed her pussy, then inserted her fingers inside her soaking wet cunt. Once they were thoroughly covered in her juices, she brought them up to her mouth. I walked back to her and sheathed my dick to the hilt back inside her slippery cunt. "No no," she said sitting up and pushing me off. "I believe you wanted me like this." Kesha stood up and turned around. Her hands were on the edge of the table, and she stuck her ass out at me while arching her back. Her legs seemed to spread themselves as I smiled. "Kesha this may be quick. I'm getting close rather fast, I mean, look at this," I said grabbing her ass and following up with a spank. I couldn't help but continue to grab her ass as I stroked my dick. However, I was pretty sure we both wanted to keep fucking, so I aimed my dick behind her wet snatch. I started building up a quick pace as I thrusted in and out of her pussy. I ran my hands through my hair and fucked Kesha as she bounced her ass back against me, getting balls deep right off the bat. "Don't worry if you cum again. Just fuck me hard, and I'll probably cum again too." "I get to cum on your face this time right?" "I don't say anything I don't mean," she said. "Oh god," I moaned. "Thank you." Kesha looked back over her shoulder and smiled at me. She said, "I think my glitter face needs some more... paint." I really wasn't going to last long. I felt bad for her because I didn't think she'd have enough time to cum again. I still enjoyed every moment of our fuck. Her ass was incredible and was currently doing exactly what it was made for. Kesha started working her hips, bouncing her ass up and down on my cock as I slow fucked her pussy. My invading dick stretched her lips wide as I held onto her hips while she kept bouncing on me. I stopped thrusting all together and let her do the work. "Shit Kesha! I'm not gonna last much longer." "Oh good. I really want that cum," she moaned. "This is ridiculous!" I moaned. I couldn't sit still so I started to pump my dick hard and fast into her. I still held her hips, but her bouncing ass took a back seat to my deep penetration. "Seriously Kesha, I'm not lasting another minute with you." "Alright, just give me enough time to get on my knees," she smiled at me as she started wiggling her ass from side to side. I adjusted my thrusts so I stayed inside her hole while she shook her ass. This stupid blonde whore, as many other people would call her, was proving to be too much. I leaned back and took my final pumps into her. My legs slapped hard against her ass as I heard her start to moan. The stimulation of my deep thrusts and her shaking ass was the most intense feeling of my life. It was good to know she loved this too. However, I reached my breaking point. "Kesha get on your knees!" I pulled out, and she turned around quickly, dropping to the floor. Her messy sex stricken hair fell over half of her face so my target was limited. Or I maybe I could just cum in her hair as well. "I'm not embarrassed to admit... I've been waiting for this," Kesha said sexily. I titled my head back for a moment as I stroked my dick hard. Then I felt ready, and I looked back down at Kesha. "Oh shit, here it comes!" I continued stroking my cock as I watched Kesha's hand rub her pussy. Looking back to her face, I let myself go as she stared at my eyes with a dirty smirk. She didn't break eye contact the entire time, luckily because I didn't shoot any cum in her eye. The first shot spread across her forehead and into her hair. Another shot or two was aimed at her cheek, most of it dripping down to her breasts. I made sure to get at least one shot on the hair covered side of her face, and then I let the rest fall onto her lips. She didn't flinch, change expression, or close her semi-open mouth. She just took it all. "Ohhh god... you stupid, gorgeous, singing slut." "Yes?" she responded, acknowledging my somewhat offensive name-calling. "I think you know you're incredible." "That I do." "That looks messy," I said commenting on her face. Kesha stood up and still rubbing her pussy said, "It's alright... it tastes good." She stuck her tongue out and licked up all my cum from around her lips. "Sorry I didn't last long enough for you to cum again." "Don't worry about it, you were really good." "Thanks," I said smiling. I really did feel bad. I wasn't going to leave without Kesha having a second orgasm. I looked at her, and as she went back to rubbing her pussy, she seemed confused as to why I was staring. "Are you ready?" I asked her. "For what?" I stepped forward and grabbed at her cunt. Kesha gasped in surprised, but accepted what I was going to do. I stuck two fingers up her wet slit and using my other hand, moved hers away. I started vibrating my hand, violently rubbing my palm against her clit. "Holy hell," she said in surprise. I continued, making sure her clit was properly stimulated. Her juices were flowing and splashing all over my hand. I brought my left hand up and squeezed her tit, eventually working her nipples to add a bit of extra pleasure. "Oh god I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum..." I pushed her back, and she leaned back against the table, quickly sitting on it. She spread her legs wide as I grabbed my dick with my free hand. It wasn't rock hard, and I wasn't about to do this for my own pleasure, but I slipped it back to the hilt inside of her and quickly removed it. I switched back to my hand for a moment and then pushed my long softening cock back inside of her. "Keep it in there!" She moaned loudly with an intense demanding order. I did as she asked and left my dick inside of her. I didn't let it sit still however. I made sure my hand was still attacking her clit. I then slowly fucked her, moving my dick almost all the way out, before rubbing her hard and then sliding myself all the way back in. I kept this perfect pace for no longer than a minute before Kesha was screaming in pleasure. "FUCK! Nnnnnggyyyyeeaaaa!" she yelled. She was taken over again by her orgasm. Her body shook violently as she rode her pleasure wave to the top and then slowly made her way back down to Earth. Our groins were soaked in her juices, but neither of us cared one bit. In fact, I couldn't believe myself, but I needed to cum again. Getting back inside of her and watching her cum brought me back to life. I didn't need a rough fucking like we had earlier, because just sliding in and out of her wet cunt proved to be enough. I slowly fucked her as she leaned back up to me and kissed me as a thank you for her orgasm. "Kesha... I'm going to cum again." "Looks like I've more than done my job, but I thought this was to even the score. Now you wanna get off for a third time?" "I can't stop now. You feel... too fucking good." Kesha smiled at me, not minding at all that I was going to cum for the third time tonight. "Well then, where are you gonna cum this time?" I looked down and watched my now rock hard dick painfully spreading her cunt open. I was moving slow, but the pleasure was there one-hundred percent. I knew where I wanted to cum. "To be honest, I wanna be inside you when I let myself go. Your pussy is so wet and warm that I don't want to leave." "Do you now? Nobody's ever done that to me before. Could be fun I suppose," she said. Your Love Is My Ticket "You're not gonna get pregnant though, are you?" "Don't even worry about it. I'm on birth control." "I thought you said you don't fuck very often." "I don't, but I want stuff like tonight to happen, and don't want to be unprepared when it does." Kesha's legs were spread wide, but were dangling off the side of the table. She was almost sitting upright. She leaned on her arms as she slowly tried to grind her hips on my cock. I grabbed both of her breasts as I slowly fucked her. "So you're really ok with this." "Fuck yeah, c'mon already. Cum. Cum inside my cunt." "Almost there," I said as Kesha began playing with herself. Then she started to stroke my cock when I pulled back. This was proving to bring me to an orgasm quite fast so I stayed still and let her work. I leaned in, and rested my forehead on against hers. Squeezing her tits hard, I began to fuck her faster, with her hand adding a bit of extra friction. She quickly let go, and started playing with herself again. I looked directly into her eyes when I spoke. "Here it comes." "Yes cum for me. Fill me up, c'mon." I started to cum. I made sure that I was inside of her completely every time I shot a burst cum into her. My thrusts synced up perfectly. Kesha took it with no problem. I didn't think she could be this dirty, but here she was, wearing that slut persona like a trooper. "Holy shit, I feel it. I can feel it," she said as she moved her eyes from mine, down to our genitals. "Oh shit this is amazing! I think I'm cumming. I'm cumming too!" She fell on her back, and I didn't want to let go of her tits while I was cumming, so I fell forward and hovered over her body. She then began to shake. Her third orgasm flushed through her body. "Fuck! I've never felt anything like this," Kesha moaned. Our bodies collided as I was finishing my orgasm. I had a lot of cum left for it being the third time, but I'd never experienced anything like this before. I stopped thrusting and just let my cock sit deep inside of her as it emptied what was left in my balls. I looked up just as she had finished her orgasm as well. We smiled, and kissed. I let her go and stepped back, letting her regain some composure. "Damn," was all she had to say, and she was out of breath. Kesha stood up and walked past me. Sitting down on the couch, she lay back against the soft cushions and smiled up at me. My cum from earlier had mostly dried, leaving her face in a glistening glitter glaze. "Thank you," she said sincerely. "Any time," I told her as I started to get dressed, thinking we should probably start leaving. "Bye bye," Kesha said to my cock. My pants were on and my shirt was in my hands when Kesha spoke again. "So you said any time, huh?" "Well I didn't really mean it like that. I just figured you wouldn't want – " "You really think I wouldn't want you again after the night we just had? This was the best night I've had in years." I just grinned, feeling damn good about myself as I did. "I've got two more shows in the area, and don't worry, I'll pay for you to follow me around. When I continue my tour, it's up to you if you wanna come with. I know it's a lot to ask of a person to drop their life for something like this, and I'm not expecting you to say yes, but the offer does actually stand." "Ummm..." I was stumped. I didn't know how to answer that. "I'll have to think about it, but... for those other shows around here... I definitely wanna see more of..." I pointed at Kesha's naked body, drawing a circle around her in the air with my finger. She stood up and twirled around, showing herself off to me. The light glared off her cum stained face, and I watched as more cum dripped down her leg. "I think I'm going to need to start strongly considering coming on your tour." "Well, hopefully I'll see you soon," she said to me as I left. I walked around for about five minutes before finding an exit. Once outside, I saw a tall, well-built man walking towards me. I'll admit I was frightened for a second, until he spoke to me. "You're Nathan?" "Yeah. I'm Nathan." "Kesha instructed me to give you this." I looked at the piece of paper. It had a phone number on it. "Is this Kesha's number?" "I'm not sure," he said as he walked away. "She said you should call it tomorrow." "Thanks," I yelled. He had walked quite far. I wasn't sure if he heard me, and if he did, he didn't acknowledge me. Either way, I figured the number he handed me was related to Kesha's upcoming shows. Guess I'd find out the next day. To be honest, I wasn't positive that I wanted to go to those shows. I had obviously enjoyed having sex with her, but there was something about Kesha that was off. It was almost like she was attractive one minute, and the next you wonder why you ever thought she was hot. I had some thinking to do. After all, I could just use her. I'd love to meet some famous people. Network with them. My life was comfortable, but an upgrade would not be ignored. Looks like I had some thinking to do when I got home. Whatever I chose, my life wasn't going to get worse so I tried not to let it weigh on my mind. It was tough. Everything was up in the air.