3 comments/ 33966 views/ 9 favorites Sex, Drugs & Rock 'n' Roll By: Big Gunz Marliese Richards made her way off of the elevator and onto the penthouse floor of the hotel and cautiously made her way into the foyer. Immediately a beefy looking security goon stepped in front of her and halted the young lady with a menacing stare. "Private party." The no-necked man stated matter-of-factly. "Um, my name should be on the guest list." She replied as sweetly as she could, flashing her bright smile and batting her eyelashes at the towering thug in front of her. "Jake said he'd put me on the list." "Uh huh," he replied, having heard it all a thousand times before. "Name?" "Marliese Richards," she answered, quickly adding "from the radio station." With a quick glance he scanned the pages on his clipboard until he came upon her name. "Marliese... from the radio station, okay." He finally looked up from the list and motioned for her to pass by. "C'mon in." And so she was in. She was at a post-concert hotel room party with one of the hottest rock bands in the country. Taking a deep breath, she began to make her way from the elevator corridor and towards the sounds of sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll emanating through the next set of doors. Walking slowly to the entrance of the penthouse suite, she still could not believe that she was there. Who would have believed at this time last week that she would be in a place like this? Luck must have been smiling on her for once when she landed that temp gig working reception at the radio station. Sure, some steady work at a cool place was one thing, but being put in the position to score an invite to something like this was something else altogether. Of course, she was not fooling herself; she knew damn well that the only reason she even got the invitation from the scruffy, yet cute, bass player was because she was a flirty 25-year-old hot chick who happened to be wearing a low-cut top that morning when the band came in for their interview. Taking one last deep breath as she stepped up to the slightly ajar door to the penthouse, Marliese put on her best "I belong here" face, and walked in. Immediately she spotted a couple members of the band. Rick, the drummer, was shirtless and holding court on a couch in the corner with a group of women sporting too much makeup and not enough clothing, cooing at every word coming out of his mouth. The lead singer, Vince, was seated on another couch with a couple of more female clones, shoving cocaine up his nose at a rate that must have been sustaining the gross national product of at least one small South American country. She looked around the suite as she made her way further inside. There were at least thirty people scattered around the main living room, with the ladies outnumbering the men by at least three to one. The air smelt of a combination of booze, cigarettes and sweat and it was easy to see why since you could not step two feet without finding a drink, a smoke or a sticky party goer. Marliese surveyed the guests and was quick to surmise that although only half of the women there were probably either strippers or hookers, pretty much all of the girls in attendance had felt it necessary to dress as if they were. Not that she was being judgemental of course. After all, she had not exactly shown up in her scrubs either. Her footwear was clearly of the slutty genre -- a pair of "fuck-me" boots -- high black leather with stiletto heels right out of a fetish magazine. The tight fitting black skirt, though fairly short, still hung further south than just about any other hemline in the room, and left a rather conservative amount of fishnet stocking clad leg visible between its bottom and the tops of her boots. Up top, she did proudly show off her D cups with a provocative green open back halter top with a deep plunge drape that very nicely showed off her impressively firm and supple cleavage. The makeup was subtle, since she was blessed with near perfectly unblemished skin and a natural beauty that did not need much enhancement, and her dirty blonde hair fell in a beautiful, shoulder length bob full of luxurious, flowing curls. Sashaying her way around the lavish suite, Marliese was treated to no less than three shots of Jack Daniels and two hits on a joint before she even made it halfway around the room. Her head already spinning from the quick dose of liquor and pot, she was just getting her focus when she spotted Jake, the good-looking unkempt bass player who invited her to the party stumbling out of one of the other rooms along with Mason, the lead guitarist, and a couple of cheap, coked-out looking girls. He was clearly inebriated or high, his eyes glazed over and feet unsteady with every step he took. But he looked pretty damn good to her. Wearing an unbuttoned long-sleeved casual dress shirt and ripped jeans, he looked every bit the rock star. His face was unshaven and his dark hair a tangled, shoulder length mess, but his soulful expression and boyish good looks somehow made it all work. As Jake made his way over in her direction, she began to feel a bit like a nervous school girl. She was not kidding herself, she knew what went on at parties like this and she knew damn well why she was invited and what this guy probably expected from her, and she would freely admit she came there with the full intention of doing those things. But, as things were progressing she could feel a bit of hesitancy and apprehension creeping into her thoughts as he finally arrived with a stumble in front of her. "Hey," he mumbled the smell of JD and tobacco on his breath, "you made it." "It's Marliese." She replied, doubting he even remembered her name. "Uh huh," he answered in a murmur, taking her by the hand and leading her over to the couch where Vince and his harem were still taking turns doing lines off of each others bodies. They plopped down beside the trio of inhalers, sitting tight against each other on the cramped sofa. Before she could even begin to engage him in some idle chit chat, he reached for her face and caressed her cheek. Her eyes closed in intoxication from his touch and anticipation of what she hoped would follow. She would not have to wait long. Jake's hand slid around to the back of her neck and pulled her in closer to him as he brought his lips to meet hers. His tongue immediately snaked into her mouth and she more than willingly accepted it, sucking on it and offering hers in exchange. He pulled her body tight against his as they aggressively made out, his free hand quickly finding its way to the deep cut shirt that allowed him easy access to her magnificent breasts. She let out a low moan as he squeezed her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, then proceeded to pinch harder and twist until her moan turned into a squeal of sexual pain. With that she finally pulled away from their forceful lip-lock. If she was not already, Marliese was fast becoming aware that what she was getting herself into was not going to be anything romantic or gentle, but rather lustful and animalistic, maybe even hostile and rough. As uneasy as these feelings made her though, she could not deny that the biggest feeling washing over her at that moment was the increasing wetness in between her legs in anticipation of what was likely to follow. The pair continued their make-out session for several more minutes, savagely groping at each other as their mouths danced. He devoured her lips, earlobes and neck, no doubt leaving marks that would be visible for days, and she in turn sucked on his tongue, stubbly cheeks and all the way down to his pierced nipples left uncovered by his open shirt. Their oral exploration would pause every so often as she grimaced in pain from one of his overly aggressive pinches to her quickly hardening nipples or from the sharp twinges of one of the many love bites he frequently inflicted on her flesh. Finally, Jake pulled away from their passionate entanglement and grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels that was sitting on the coffee table. He took a deep swig from the bottle, squeezing his eyes shut as he swallowed the mouthful of whiskey. The bottle was barely away from his lips when he brought it back up and took another belt, then tossed the now empty container on the floor. To her surprise, he then grabbed her forcefully around the back of her neck and pulled her towards him, their lips meeting just in time for him to open his mouth and drain the JD into her mouth in a deep boozy kiss that almost made her choke. He sat back on the couch as he released their wet, liquored lip-lock, leaving her coughing whiskey as her head began to spin once again. Marliese knew that she was becoming totally enthralled by not only the powerful sexual activity between the two of them, but by the wild, if not clichéd, nature of the experience. The near-anonymous coupling, the booze, the drugs, the almost violent nature of the aggression with which they cavorted; it was all like living in a dream world. Like she playing a part in some rock 'n' roll fantasy -- of course it was pretty clear that she was now playing the part of groupie slut -- but she nonetheless was willing to give herself over to it completely. She watched as he grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the table and pulled one out, apparently set to take a break from their making out. Now ready to fully embrace the naughty nature of her role in this fantasy come to life, she snatched the smoke from his fingertips before he could light it and brought it up to her own lips. "Let me do that for you." She said, repositioning herself into a straddling position on Jake's lap. Eyes half-closed, her red, glossy lips were slightly parted as she clicked the lighter to the tip of the cigarette. Her cheeks expanded immediately as she inhaled deeply. As the cigarette left her mouth, wisps of smoke slowly began to escape from her pouting lips. Quickly she brought her face down to meet his and pressed her lips against his, blowing a deep puff into his mouth with a smoky, seductive kiss. She pulled away and watched as he exhaled her second hand smoke, a satisfied grin brimming across his face. He stared attentively as she brought the cigarette back to her mouth, her lips tightening as she drew deeply for a second time. She made sure to pull the cigarette away even slower this time, allowing a sexy stream of smoke to slowly escape from her mouth as she stared down at him. Again she leaned into him and locked lips, exhaling into his mouth as she straddled him. Marliese continued her smoking performance with several more repetitions of her sexy inhales and deep kiss exhales. By the growing bulge in his jeans she could feel underneath her grinding ass, she could tell Jake was turned on by the naughty show, and on more than one occasion, as she leaned back to entertain with another sexy French inhale, she could have sworn she spotted Vince watching attentively as well from in between his pair of coked-up girlfriends. She felt even more of a tingle in between her legs knowing that two men were now enjoying her sultry little smoking number. Stealing a couple of glances in Vince's direction as she sexily took another long drag from the cigarette, she allowed her mind to imagine him being the one she was straddling. Like Jake, he definitely looked the part of the hard partying rocker. Shirtless, his tattered jeans matched his dishevelled sandy blonde hair in their messy look, and his well formed chest and abs were covered with a smattering of tattoos. He was definitely a rocker and most definitely hot. Finishing up her seductive smoking routine, she slowly slid off of the bass player's lap, satisfied that her little production had him ready to go. As soon as she was off of him he confirmed her hunch, bolting up from the couch. "I need some fucking blow." Jake announced to no one in particular, reaching across the coffee table and grabbing the cocaine covered mirror that sat in front of Vince and his lady-friends. She watched as his hands worked promptly to separate a couple of lines of coke with the tattered playing card on the mirror. Seconds later he produced a rolled up dollar bill and proceeded to snort one of the lines up his right nostril, followed quickly by the other line up the left one. "Fuck yeah!" He let out with a holler, jumping to his feet. "Now where's the fucking JD?" Marliese watched as he stumbled away in search of more booze, leaving her on the couch to await his return to pick-up where they had left off. Turning her attention from the departing bass player and back to her current location, she quickly became aware that Vince had somehow manoeuvred himself beside her, his two female companions nearly passed out on the other side of him. "Wanna hit?" He asked, grabbing the playing card and cutting a couple of more lines of the white power on the mirror in front of them. "I, uh..." she began to protest. "Here," he interrupted, handing her the rolled up bill and pulling her forward by the hand as he did so. Inhibitions thrown completely out the window, she leaned forward and placed the roll against her right nostril, inhaling strongly as she dragged it across the line of drugs. The head rush and stinging sensation immediately sent her leaning back into the couch with her eyes squeezed tightly shut. She had not tried cocaine since some early experimentation back in her sophomore year of college, and she had clearly forgotten what it was like. "C'mon, you gotta do the other side to balance it out." She heard Vince's voice through the drug induced fog rapidly enveloping her head. "It'll take the edge off the first one." She felt his hands on her shoulders, guiding her back up to the table, and by the time she opened her eyes, her face was back leaning over the mirror, his hand positioning the roll in front of her left nostril. In a haze, she took hold of it and abruptly sucked the other line of coke up her nose. He was right - the second did seem to take the edge off and was not nearly as painful as the first. Her head spinning, she again flopped back down into the couch, the drug induced cloud now embracing her completely. Eyes pressed shut once again; Marliese leaned back on the sofa and felt the warm haze of intoxication wash over her. So comfortable was she in swimming in the fog of inebriation, she did not even realize that in her relaxed position - stretched out on the couch -- that the deep cut in her inviting shirt was now nearly wide open and showing off her ample bosom to any curious onlookers. One such onlooker was obviously Vince. "Wow," he whistled, "you've got a great pair of tits." She barely even registered what he was saying, still oblivious to just how much of her "great pair of tits" he was getting a look at. She did not even focus in on what he was doing in front of her as he turned his attention back to the seemingly unending cache of cocaine on the coffee table. "I've gotta do some blow off those tits." He announced as he scooped up some coke with the playing card. Still not fully comprehending the words coming out of his mouth, she did not resist whatsoever as he took hold of her hands and led them up to her own chest. His hands methodically guided hers to her breasts and then gently pushed them together, forcing her D cups tightly against each other. Enjoying the sensation of her own touch, she did not remove her hands or lessen the amount of pressure with which she squeezed her tits together when Vince's hands disappeared from atop hers. Grabbing the cocaine heavy playing card, his hands returned to her chest swiftly and he promptly proceeded to trickle the white powder onto her firm breasts and exceptional cleavage. Within seconds, she felt him nuzzle in between her tits and begin inhaling the drug off of her flesh. She could not contain a small giggle from escaping as he vacuumed up the coke from her exposed bosom. Her head swirling with the high from the cocaine and the arousal from the onslaught on her boobs, Marliese sensed he was done snorting the powder off of her when the telltale sniffing noises ended, but she did nothing do move his face from its perch atop of her dirty pillows. The lack of any indication of her wanting him to move off of her was soon interpreted as an invitation for him to continue enjoying what other pleasures he could derive from his current position. She moaned softly as she felt his tongue drag over her right breast, cleaning up the leftover remnants of the nose candy. His lick turned in to a kiss and his lips began moving all over her chest, alternating their attention between both of her tits. His left hand made its way up to the front lines as well, and he slid it inside her low cut shirt and exposed the rest of her right boob. "Mmm..." she moaned as his lips found their way onto her erect nipple, sucking and nibbling on it as his hand squeezed. Vince continued to orally assault her breasts and she slowly began to squirm in approval beneath him. Her writhing abruptly increased as she felt his right hand find its way under her skirt and in between her legs. "Ohhh..." she cooed as his fingers brushed forcefully against her wet panties. Instinctively she began to push her hips forward, grinding her eager pussy against his busy hand. Awash in a cocaine high and sexual energy, Marliese knew that she would come quickly from his work on her heaving bosom and dripping cunt. She bit her bottom lip and rolled her eyes in delight as the rocker continued to feast on her rock hard nipples and stoke his fingers across the moist outline of her pussy lips against her thin panties. Anxiously awaiting her orgasm, she did not even notice a certain someone's return to the couch. "Hey babe, I found some more fucking Jack." Jake announced as he stumbled beside her. Not sure whether to say something or push Vince off of her, she froze in shock as Jake leaned down and kissed her deeply, either impervious to his bandmate's current activities or altogether indifferent. Regardless, she felt an incredible rush of heat to her loins as her tongue danced against his while his buddy sustained his pleasuring of her body. Jake broke their kiss and pulled his face inches away from hers. "Let's go into the other room" He whispered to her. With that he took Marliese by the hand and began to pull her to her feet. To her amazement, and slight disappointment, Vince simply rolled off of her and slouched back on the couch without saying a word. She stood - her tits still hanging half exposed out of her shirt - and shot glances at both band members. Unbelievably, neither guy appeared to even acknowledge the others presence and participation in her sexual arousal. Stunned, she followed Jake in silence as he led her away from the couch and towards one of the bedrooms. As she followed him through the living room, she speculated that what had just occurred, though completely foreign and exciting to her, was most likely commonplace for these two rockers. Fooling around with the same chick at these post-show parties probably happened so frequently that it no longer phased them whatsoever. Arriving in the bedroom, she barely had time to even survey the landscape before he pushed her onto the bed. The sheets were strewn all over the place, and she was fairly certain the someone had already had sex in there that night, but her carnal needs were so fierce at the moment that such trivial things mattered not to her now. He tore off his shirt and began undoing his jean, pausing once he had them unzipped to move onto the bed with her and engage her in a forceful, sloppy kiss. Their lip-lock was brief however, as was quick to break away from her and grab hold of her top, pulling it over her head and off in one swift motion. Her big tits bouncing free, he was on them instantly, his mouth attacking them with vigour -- forcing her to fall onto her back. He followed her down, his lips never leaving her chest. His hands joined his aggressive oral assault and began to forcefully kneed and squeeze her breasts. Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'n Roll My girlfriend Nicole invited me to a party Austin; her lover; and his wife was having at their home. They had promised the staff they would host a lavish party in appreciation for all the long hours and hard work we provided to the company. When he visited his wife's office, several of the staff reminded him of the party that never happened and not very subtlety inquired when and where were the party going to take place. Austin gave them some lame excuse said he had to make sure his wife would agree to the party, on his way out of his wife's office he gave two thumbs up and said they would have a theme party at their house in two weeks. Nicole was excited and called me at work to ask if I was going to the party. I checked my calendar to see if I was available for the event. I told her I would attend the party and ask her to RSVP immediately. She said as soon as the invitations were printed, she would definitely put me down as an attendee. Nicole came over to my place after work to see if I had anything in my closet she could wear. I told her I had a few things she might find interesting. She said "Okay", and went through my closet and found an adult Harem outfit minus the genie lamp that I had not wore yet. Nicole tried on the outfit, and I must say she looked pretty damn hot in it. I invited Nicole to stay and have a drink with me before she met Austin for dinner. She asked if she could shower and change at my place before meeting Austin. I said sure, and we had a few white Russian drinks together. After the drinks Nicole used the guest room to shower and change for her date with Austin. She kept a few clothes in the closet of the guest room for these occasions. I asked Nicole if she would be crashing at my place, if she was I asked her to give me a call and I'd let her in. She asked for a key to the house I told her no way and reminded her of the intimate scene that I walked in on with one of our friend's husband. Nicole gave me a "whatever" and showered and changed for her date with Austin. I was feeling buzzed from the white Russian's and a little lonely so I decided to take a walk to a restaurant with a bar around the corner from my house. When I arrived at the bar I saw a few familiar faces from work and decided to join them at the bar to catch up on the latest gossip. One of the guys at the bar asked if I had received an invitation for the party Austin was giving. I told him I had, and he wanted to know what I was wearing to the event. I told him it would be something funky, because Austin's invitation's informed the guest of the Sixties Theme. I thought it was a wonderful choice. There was a vintage clothing store a few blocks away from my place which carried sixties era clothes. After I received my invitation, the next day I went shopping for the outfit I would be wearing to the party. I knew immediately what I was going to wear to that party. I have always been a fan of the Mod Fashion Twiggy rocked. She was the icon model of the perfect sixties shape. My shape is similar to hers, long legs, slim athletic shape, I was even going to get a hair cut; I would be Twiggy for one night. I invited Nicole for dinner three days before the party to catch up on things and to see if she had any idea of what people were wearing to the party. She said she knew of several people who were dressing from the Woodstock days; one guy was going as a bohemian hippie. The night of the party Nicole came over to my place so I could drive her. Nicole decided she needed an outfit and wanted to borrow some clothes; she didn't bring back my Genie costume either. She picked out a pair of low rise bell bottom jeans and a tie dyed stretch tank top, I wore a Mod print Mini Dress and white knee high GO-GO boots. We arrived fashionably late to the party in full swing, and I hit the bar to chat with the rest of the guests. The DJ was spinning some sixties dusties and we watched the dance crowd shake and gyrate. Several of the young girls from clerical decided to show up in bikinis with their bodies painted a la Goldie Hawn in her Laugh-In days. I milled around in the crowd, until I was being drawn into an argument over politics'; concerning the right to keep and bear arms; but decided that was a buzz kill so I moved on. Then I danced with a few different men, but stepped off the floor when the DJ started playing belly rubbing slow tunes. I was hot and sweaty by then and needed a break. Of course Nicole decided to show her ass, since Austin was being an attentive host with his wife, she felt he wasn't paying her enough attention so she decided to make him jealous by dancing with a guest at the party name Todd Franklin; a fine brother in the accounting department; he asked her to dance and boy they did some serious grinding. I stayed to watch and felt a little warm myself after the ten minute display they gave. I saw Austin creep over to the DJ after Todd's hands strayed below the belt of Nicole's low rise bell bottoms. The songs he played were some fast Beach Boys and The Moody Blues tunes, which separated the over heated pair. Of course by now the party was swinging and several of the people I observed paired off earlier were missing. I did noticed Austin slipping away from his wife, ten minutes later he reappeared and Nicole did too. She told me they had a quarrel about her dancing and she was getting out of hand, so I figured on watching the two of them pout at each other the rest of the night. While I was sitting with some folks on the patio a guy dressed like one of the Beatle's pulled out a bag of weed and rolled himself a joint. He asked if I wanted some after he lit the joint. Now there was only a small group of people out there with me, and I suddenly became aware of the patio starting to become crowded. More joints were rolled and passed around; I even saw my boss; Austin's wife; toking on a doobie. I didn't see Austin smoking, but Nicole was puffing and passing; yes I indulged too but only because someone called me a Narc. Well one puff led to another and I was very high, very quickly. Someone pulled out the white powder. That's when the party got real interesting; with such a diverse crowd there were different reactions to this sudden appearance of Marijuana and the White Pony (slang for cocaine). Some people just left in a hurry, but not too many. The folks that stayed went with the flow, and a sixties vibe of "make love, not war" took over. Everyone was mellow by now and I heard someone suggest an orgy. I didn't put much stock into such talk; I just sat on the patio for what seemed like a long time enjoying the buzz courtesy of Mary Jane slang for (Marijuana). When the call of nature took over I toured the grounds for a powder room. I had to go upstairs into the master bedroom to find an unoccupied bathroom. I was on my way downstairs when I heard voices in one of the bedrooms. I crept to the door and listened before turning the knob and entering and I couldn't believe what I saw. There were four couples twisted and knotted together in a dog pile on the floor. One of the men turned and beaconed me to come in. I declined to join the orgy and I rushed off to find Nicole to tell her what I saw. I found Nicole in the living room on a sofa talking to Todd of all people. I guess she couldn't resist twisting the knife in Austin's back. Of course I felt no pity for Austin; he was on the other side of the room engaged in a conversation with two of the body painted bikini girls who were gushing like school girls because he was paying attention to them. His wife hovered nearby to ensure he didn't go too far. I told Nicole about the orgy upstairs and she wanted to go watch, I told her that they wanted me to join in. Nicole said she knew how to watch without getting caught. She led me and Todd around to the back of the house to the pool area and up some stone paved steps that led to the path of a flagstone walkway along the house. I saw several sliding glass doors, one for each room. We walked along until we came to the orgy. We watched the passionate coupling and I felt a little jealous knowing I wasn't going to get any that night. I mention it to Nicole, she told me to speak for myself. Nicole and I stayed a while longer, until the crowd grew thin, I pulled Nicole's coat tail to let her know it was time to go. She didn't protest which surprised me. After she shook loose of Todd, who had been following her like a puppy. We grabbed our belongings and started walking to my car when Austin called for us to wait a minute; he wanted to know if I was okay to drive. I informed him I was perfectly fine, since I wasn't going to give him an excuse to drive us home so he and Nicole could be together. He gave Nicole a kiss with tongue before we got into the car to drive home. When we arrived at my place Nicole told me she was going home. I asked why? She confided that Austin texted her that he would be stopping over after the wife retired for bed. I asked her if Todd made him feel a little jealous. Nicole said "Yes, and I can't wait for the make up sex because the sorry ass son of a bitch will be eating Chinese in the morning." I had to ask what that meant. "Cum of Some Young Guy!" she told me in a horrible stereotyped Asian accent. Still not understanding the meaning she laid it out for me and it was way too much information. I explain to Nicole I knew Austin hurt her but she had to understand... he was throwing a party in the house that he shared with his wife. Austin's make up sex with Nicole was hot and heavy; Nicole knew she had Austin under her skirt and he would do anything to please her. After Austin left Nicole's place, she called to tell me she had sex with Todd earlier that night in one of the spare bedrooms at the party. "Damn girl it was good too, wow has he got a fat one. I let him keep my panties." Nicole gloated. I was not only shocked, but irritated, not because she got some, but because Mr. Thick Dick's juices were leaking into my jeans that she was wearing! I got over it by telling Nicole she owed me a pair of pants. I do still find myself crotch grazing when I pass Todd in the hallway at work these days. Sex, Drugs & Rock 'n' Roll Marliese had hardly even begun to moan in appreciation when he moved his attentions further south. He pulled her skirt up revealing her damp panties and in an instant he had the thin material stretched to one side exposing her smooth shaven snatch. To her delight, his head dropped down in between her legs and his mouth attached to her aching pussy in a powerful plunge. "Oh, fuck!" She cried out, a mini-orgasm exploding from her almost instantly. She quivered beneath him almost involuntarily as Jake ploughed his tongue repeatedly into her fuck-hole. Her hands scrambled madly, darting from pushing on the back of his head to manically clutching at the bed-sheets as he ate her out. She squeezed her eyes shut as her head tossed from side to side in rhythm to each stroke of his tongue. Suddenly her eyes burst open, her drug impaired senses realizing that the two of them were no longer alone in the bedroom. Her focus gradually coming in, she looked up to see Vince now standing above her, his hands undoing his jeans and pulling out his cock. Marliese's heart skipped a beat. Even when she was on the couch with Vince, she really never figured it would turn into this. She had never had a threesome before, but it had long been a slutty little fantasy she had kept tucked away in the back of her dirty mind -- two guys and her as the only girl, on the receiving end of all of their lust and attention. Her thoughts raced as she imagined how amazing it would be to feel two mouths and four hands roaming all over her body -- grabbing, rubbing, caressing and pleasuring. "Suck it," Vince whispered, having moved into position, his dick almost level with her head. Without a flinch of hesitation she did as she was told. Her lips opened to take the head of his penis into her mouth as he pushed forward. She moaned around the meat in her mouth as he thrust his hips towards her, forcing her to take in as much of his cock as possible. Her throat worked convulsively as he shoved himself into her mouth, her nose practically buried in his pubes, she was swallowing him so deeply. So focused on her blow job, she suddenly realized that her other lover was now moving away from her soggy cunt. As Jake backed away from her loins he pulled off his jeans, his rock hard manhood springing to attention as it escaped its denim prison. Almost on queue, Vince pulled his dick out of her mouth and finished removing his pants as well. The two rockers slid in on either side of her, their cocks pressing against her fishnet covered thighs as they lowered their mouths to her nipples, one set of lips on each breast. Gasping, Marliese writhed between them, Vince's hand trailing down to slide into her soaking snatch. It felt amazing to have two mouths on her nipples. Jake was now being much gentler, rolling her hard nipple between his teeth and flicking it with his tongue, sucking it long and deep into his mouth. Vince on the other hand, bit down hard, nibbling and chewing on her tit. The combined sensations nearly drove her out of her mind, particularly with the fingers dipping into her pussy at the same time. Jake pulled off of her nipple and moved up to kiss her, their tongues intertwining as Vince began to bite at the breast his buddy had just occupied. His fingers pushed into her cunt even deeper, making her moan into Jake's mouth as they made out. She kissed him with an animalistic passion she had never experienced before, only stopping when she felt something hard and firm rub against her snatch, teasing her unmercifully as it slid up and down between her wet folds. "Say it slut." Jake whispered to her as their kiss broke. "Fuck me." She replied instantly, her entire body giving way to lust and desire. As Vince began to push into her hot and ready fuck-hole, she thought she might explode from the pleasure. She whimpered into Jake's mouth as he kissed her again, his bandmate's cock sinking slowly into her. "Fuck yeah!" Vince exclaimed as he began to pump in and out of her hungry pussy. Marliese groaned as her kiss with Jake ended, but her audible reaction to his friend's fucking skills was short lived, as he quickly shoved his rod past her open lips. Right away he managed to slide his manhood almost completely into her willing mouth, her lips wrapping around the base of his dick. Vince's steady pace of gliding in and out of her slick cunt began to cause whimpers of pleasure to slowly emanate from her, massaging Jake's cock in her throat in the process. Then Vince began thrusting in and out of her fuck-hole at an incredible speed, his balls slapping against her ass with each slam home. Unable to even remotely contain herself, she let go of all control, almost begging both of them to use her body as they took her on opposite ends. She moaned around the dick in her mouth as someone began playing with her bouncing tits. The hot shaft in her pussy stabbed deeper and deeper with every plunge as the three of them began to move in unison, Marliese the slut in the middle of their fuck-sticks, taking it at either end. Vince's hands gripped her big jugs tightly, she now knew they were his since Jake's were now entangled in the sweaty curls on the back of her head, pulling her head towards his groin as he furiously fucked her mouth. Vince pinched her nipples hard, pulling them and rolling them between his fingers and making her squirm on his cock as he fucked the shit out of her. His hands dug into her tender flesh as she tried to work herself back and forth on his manhood each time he pounded into her. Without warning, Jake pulled his dripping wet unit out of her mouth and moved away from her. "My turn, slut." He proclaimed, and in an almost choreographed movement, all three lovers began to rearrange themselves. Marliese, still clad in her leather "fuck-me" boots, fishnet stockings and hiked-up skirt, positioned herself atop Jake who was now lying on his back. Her back was to him as she lowered her dripping cunt onto his waiting penis in a reverse cowgirl position. She slid onto his shaft with ease and without delay began bouncing up and down on him with enthusiasm and purpose. Vince stood back and watched for a moment, content to watch her big tits careen up and down with each piston of the couple's fuck rhythm. She reached up and squeezed her D cups as they danced, pinching at her nipples to entertain him as he stared at her. Finally Vince moved back towards the thrusting couple and grabbed a handful of the messy curls at the back of her head, pulling her head down towards his crotch as he knelt on the bed. Stopping her forward momentum just as her lips were about to connect with the tip of his dick, he grabbed hold of his tool and slapped it across her face. "Beg for it." He demanded as he pulled her head back, forcing her to look him in the eyes. Her pussy nearly exploded right then on Jake's cock. She felt like such a slut. "Oh God," she moaned, loving every minute of the degradation, "let me suck on that fucking cock... please!" Not satisfied, he again smacked her across cheek with his erect penis. "C'mon whore, let me hear how much of a slut we got tonight." He ordered. "Fuck me!" She screamed out, the demeaning words turning her on even more. "Fuck me like the cheap whore I am! Fuck my slutty mouth while I ride his cock! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Pleased with her complete submission, Vince bucked his hips forward, sending his dick slamming into her mouth hard and deep enough to make her gag. "Oh yeah, baby!" He shouted out. "We got us a real party girl tonight Jake! A real down and dirty slut, man!" Marliese's pussy tightened around Jake's shaft as she began to thrash in total ecstasy. Her lips tightened around Vince's cock as she muffled a primal scream into his crotch. The two rockers pumped hard into her and she began to shudder as her entire body tightened and a giant orgasm swirled over her like a tidal wave. Fucking her harder and faster than ever, Jake's dick bounced up and down inside of her as her orgasm spiralled out of control. Finally coming down from her release, she almost went limp, drained from the massive explosion. Her eyelids fluttering, she almost felt like she was dreaming as her two lovers once again began to reposition the trio. She was relocated onto her back, happy to put her spinning head down as the busy night of drugs and sex began to catch up with her. "Let's give this slut a nice ending." At the sound of Jake's voice her eyes opened wide, anxious to find out what was in store for her next. He was kneeling beside her on the bed, his hand pumping back and forth on his shaft. She watched in anticipation as his cock head quivered in front of her and a jet of sticky white come shot out and fell onto her breasts, with a second shot of his sticky sauce doing the same seconds later. Her hands grabbed at the bed sheets as he rubbed the head of his penis in the puddle of semen now forming between her magnificent tits. An electrical charge radiated from her cunt as he moved up the bed and his come coated dick began to rub against her face. Like a starved maniac her hands shot out and grabbed his fuck-stick and pulled it into her mouth. Licking and sucking wildly, she made sure to get every drop of his creamy come from the sides and head of his thick shaft. She moaned in delightful pleasure as Jake pulled away from her and Vince quickly moved to straddle her body, stroking his stiff cock. "You want my come, slut?" He taunted, pointing his burgeoning unit towards her face. "Oh yeah, baby!" Marliese replied in earnest. "Shoot it all over me!" "I wanna fuck those big slutty tits." He declared. "Oh God yes," she cried out, "Fuck my big slutty tits!" She squeezed her come-covered boobs together as he proceeded to bury his dick in the channel between her glorious globes. She pushed them together harder against the sides of his manhood as his body moved quickly, his cock thrusting faster and faster in between her tits. "I'm going to come all over those big titties whore." He told her, his breath short as his pace quickened. "Do it!" She begged. "Come all over my slutty tits!" With that Vince pulled his pulsating penis out from between her mounds and gave it a couple final strokes. His dick spurted out, his hot come landing directly on her left nipple. The creamy love juice ran down her breast and dripped into her cleavage as she watched another strand of his jizz shoot out and cover her tits. She had a crazed look of lust on her face as her hands found their way in between her sopping jugs, dipping into the gooey pool of come and swirling it around -- spreading it on her chest. A wicked smile crept over her face as she brought her come-soaked hands up to her mouth and began to lick them clean - her tongue licking thoroughly, sliding each finger into her mouth and sucking them softly. With her head tilted forward, Vince pushed one of her tits up toward her mouth. Her finger immediately left her mouth and she leaned in and licked at the come-covered nipple in front of her, swallowing as much as she could. Apparently satisfied with her slutty performance, he slowly moved away from her and backed off of the bed. She was not even sure if Jake was still there, but she was too tired to even care at that point. Sticky and spent, Marliese closed her eyes, swimming in a post-threesome haze of delight and reflection. She had never felt so completely sexually satisfied in her entire life. As she lay there and thought about the fantasy she had just fulfilled, she tried to fight off the nagging feelings of guilt and shame that were trying to creep into her contented mind. She did not want to think about how she allowed herself to be used like a common whore, how she revelled in acting like a total slut for two strangers. Wrestling with her conscience, she suddenly heard a noise as someone came into the room. She assumed it was probably the burly security guy she had met earlier telling her to pick up her clothes and get out with the rest of the bands fuck-toys for the evening. Propping herself up on her elbows she eased her eyes open to face her likely eviction. "Shit, looks like the slut's ready to go again!" Marliese's mouth fell open in a combination of fear and wonderment as she watched Rick the drummer and Mason the guitarist pulling off their pants and making their way over to the bed...