2 comments/ 16230 views/ 3 favorites Slut's Night Out Ch. 01 By: CrimsonCaptain Mina's fingers shook, partially from nerves, partially from disbelief. Her breath caught as she glanced at herself in the bathroom mirror -- her dark hair held back in a ponytail, her lips a deep rose red with lipstick, her eyes darkly enticing, their already charming colour subtly enhanced by the merest application of purple eyeshadow. She was stunning. Her eyes flickered to glimpse her reflected body, and a lump caught in her throat. The two-sizes-too-small t-shirt squeezed against her chest tightly, almost grasping her breasts with taut, pink cotton. She'd never worn anything like this before, and Mina was astonished at how delicious she suddenly found herself. Narcissism struck for a moment, and Mina began to pose, halting as she caught the sight of her firm, round ass, embraced by her black leather pants as tightly as a glove. A pair of firm points appeared on the shirt as her nipples hardened. If she wasn't looking forward to this nights scheme as much as she was, Mina might have considered looking at herself the entire night. There was something about the outfit, something so wonderfully different from the bland, conservative outfits she had to wear to work. Mina considered it for a moment, then licked her lips, smirking as realization dawned on her. She looked like a slut. Not cheap, not whorish, but slutty. This outfit showed off her body to anybody who cared to look, and it would draw attention. But paired with the seductive look of her face, it was more than a tawdry pleasure. It was a challenge, to anybody who had the spine to pursue her. Mina raised her arms, folding them behind her head, thrusting her chest forward and admiring it in the mirror. The tip of her tongue slowly glided along her lips, but the hedonistic self-admiring was suddenly halted. A pair of large but gentle hands slipped around her tummy. The arms that followed drew her close against a broad, strong chest that pressed itself against her back. "Mmmmmm... hello, Master..." Mina whispered. "Hello, fuckslave" replied a deep, resonating voice. Mina had heard some women's voices described as syrup. Her master, her owner, had a voice like rum -- enticingly dark, intoxicating. She could, and had, listened to that voice for hours, and it took little time for its owner to turn her into a slave to their mutual pleasures. That had begun years ago. "How do I look, Sir?" "Like a million bucks." A pair of lips kissed beneath Mina's ear. "How do you feel, Slave?" "Excited. Nervous. I can't believe we're doing this... that I'm doing this." A soft, warm chuckle drifted from her master, while the tips of his fingers lightly ran across her tummy. "I can. You were a horny little nymph before we met, after all." Mina smirked as she lay her own hands over her Masters, sliding them up to grasp her tits. "A nymph without an outlet. A ny- ahhhn" The Masters thumb and forefinger had moved to pinch, then tug her nipples through the shirt, the thin, soft cotton causing him to use extra force. Mina loved it, letting out a soft purr of delight. "No more talk, my pet. Talk about the freedom you've found in slavery any more, and you won't be leaving the house tonight. And it took you so long to work up the courage to do this. Took you so much courage to admit you'd always wanted to be a wild, unforgettable one night stand. And now you're getting the chance." Mina's face flushed, her cheeks turning a bright red. She could feel the heat coming off them. "And you're really ok with this? With me finding a stranger, and being a nasty bitch with him for a night?" "Mmm, we've discussed this, more than once. You know our arrangement." The Master suddenly released his grip on her. "And sometimes I need a night off anyway." Mina turned around, looking up at her owner, smiling. His thick, dark brown hair slid between Mina's fingers as she slid her hands behind his head. His cool, piercing gaze met hers, and they closed for a kiss. Tongues caressed each other, the taste a mutual addiction. "Spending your night under all those medical texts... don't have too much fun." A swat on Mina's butt reminded her not to be a smart-ass. "Now get going, girl. The night is young." Mina smirked and slowly pulled away, her heart still racing as she left the bathroom, and walked towards the stairs... playfully exaggerating the motion of her hips, knowing her master would still be watching. The bar Mina was staking out was not her usual place. This bar was almost a dive -- it had been a dive, then put money into renovations. It gathered an eclectic lot, no night ever having quite the same mix of people. She knew patrons ranged all over in terms of age -- she'd have her pick. She could find a young twenty-something college stud. Or an older, more experienced man. Or anything in between. Mina sat in her car in a nearby parking lot, watching people who headed towards the bar, safely behind tinted windows. She judged the men -- and the occasional woman, for curiosity more than anything else -- waiting to see just the right person. A rowdy group of college boys swung their shoulders in an exaggerated swagger as they neared the bar. Mina smiled, and briefly considered. Why did she have to have just one man? She could have all four of those young men if she wanted -- but then she thought better of it, thinking back to her lovers in college. Almost entirely disappointing. And without exception, stupid even when they were brilliant. Mina shook her head. A man with hair slightly greying -- no, silvering -- walked by. He was attractive, yes, his slender frame garbed in well chosen clothing, but then Mina looked at herself in the rear view mirror, and reminded herself of her purpose as she looked at herself, knowing how hot and slutty her body looked. This wasn't a night for class. This was a night to get totally and completely fucked. Then, as if solving the dilemma for her, the man reached onto his ring finger, and slipped what had to be a wedding band off. Mina knew better than to wander into marital drama. And then, a new man caught her eye. He looked to be about her age. Late 20s, early 30s, she couldn't tell just yet. His short brown-red hair was slightly wild, and he wore a smirk at all times. His beard was well trimmed, not excessive, something of a goatee. His body language was relaxed, and his actual body average. The clothes were tasteful, but definitely casual. If anything, he looked like a trickster archetype from some myth. Loki, if anything. Mina raised an eyebrow. This one could be interesting. And there would be more men in the bar. Mina took a deep breath, and stepped out of the car. Tonight was her night to hunt. Her open toe, high heeled shoes click-clacked across the wet pavement, and it was with some amusement Mina noted that a couple men had both tried to open the door for her at the same time. She hadn't even finished crossing the street. The heady realization that her sexuality was so powerful was a welcome sensation. Mina enjoyed being her Master's pet, but seeing it from the other side, feeling the power that He felt... it was arousing in itself. As she entered the dimly lit bar, she took in the sight. It was a full house tonight, and the band, some unknown local group, blared away at a cover of Sweet Home Alabama, and Mina assumed it was no coincidence that the vocalist paused for a moment. She wasn't facing him, but she had a hunch as to what he might caused his little drop. Mina was a sucker for musicians, and decided she should... tease the man by strutting a little more slowly. Not too obvious. Enough for him to get a good look, and to want it, and no more. Mina could feel her heart pounding in her chest. It was amazing, feeling so many people glancing towards her, and letting that glance linger unusually long, some of them quickly looking away when her eyes met theirs, some meeting her gaze. And then Mina licked her lips -- not that she had planned to, but she realized there was no need to enjoy only one experience tonight. She had been her Master's pet for years now, and it was deeply satisfying, and intensely erotic. But she found herself coming back to fantasies of new and strange lovers, not because she was bored, but she'd always had hungers for slutty sex, from high school on. And when she confessed this to her Master one night, as he spanked her, he was surprisingly open -- as long as he could enjoy someone else as well. It was understood this was not a replacement for either of them, this was an... adventure. So naturally it followed that it would only pay to be adventurous. Mina approached the bar, quite comfortably aware that her nipples had hardened again, and ordered a drink from a female bartender whose face had visibly soured now that she wasn't the best looking woman there. Mina understood, the poor girl was using her looks to bring in some spare cash. Mina knew she had a much more luxurious evening ahead. She was using her looks to reel in cock. Surveying the crowd, Mina began to take stock. The musician was good looking -- tall, with wavy brown hair and visible stubble along his cheeks and jaw. And then there was that rather interesting looking fellow, the one who looked like a trickster. He sat in a booth, enjoying his drink and reading a book. He glanced at Mina briefly, then looked back at his book. He was cocky, but Mina knew not to cede to his game of hard to get. She began to look around for other prey when a mixed drink, she guessed a rum and coke, was placed in front of her. "Courtesy of the gentleman at the other end." Mina glanced over, and chuckled. There was a young man, young enough to be a freshman at the university, blushing furiously and trying not to stare. Mina kept looking at the boy, waiting for him to look back. When he finally did, Mina slowly extended her index finger, then curled it back, beckoning him over firmly. One curl of her finger, that was all it took to get the guy up and walking over. His eyes were open wide as he nervously sat beside her. "Well aren't you a sweet thing," Mina cooed in a low, throaty voice. She felt like a cat toying with with a mouse. "Thank you, Miss" replied the anxious young man, hurried in his words. Mina turned in her seat, orienting her body towards his. "Relax honey. Don't be... shy" she spoke, letting her fingertips brush against his hand seemingly by accident. "I'm not such a scary girl, am I?" "N-no Miss, haha, you're just, um..." The boy swallowed, then looked her in the eyes anew, a hastily summoned shadow of confidence on display. "You're a stunner. I thought we could chat." Mina covered her bemused smirk by sipping her drink. Blunt and unimaginative, but obviously sincere about the attraction. She decided she would give the little innocent something to remember. Something he'd never forget. Mina leaned over. "Go to the little boys room. Take the first stall. I'll join you in a minute." The boy scrambled up and took off, almost stumbling over his own feet. With her young admirer gone, Mina left the bar to strut towards the band. Her eyes flicked towards the trickster fellow, and now she noticed he was gazing much more intently. Mina chuckled as she looked away. That one would need to earn it. Even the dorky young guy at least had the guts to make an approach. Finally Mina stood just a couple steps away from the vocalist. She crossed her arms across her chest, perking her breasts up, making and holding direct eye contact. The scruffy musician finished his song, and leaned into the mic. "I love the audience here, you're all wonderful! Especially this one right here!" The musician stepped over to Mina, and slipped an arm around her waist. Mina flicked a peace sign with her fingers as a couple cellphones snapped pictures. It didn't phase her at all to feel a hand firmly gripping her ass. All of the attention, all of the evident desire she was stirring in the crowd only made her eager to whip them into a frenzy. But she couldn't be too easy. She had control over this crowd. She held them in her clutches, influencing them with smiles and flirting glances. She tipped her head towards the singer, and whispered into his ear. "Meet me out back after two more songs. Call a break. A long one." Mina then broke away from the grasp of the man. She'd arranged for her entree. For now, the appetizer. She walked, clearly in no hurry, wandering towards the bathrooms. She took the extra few steps necessary to pass the ladies room, and turned towards the mens. A quick survey revealed the room as empty and thankfully clean, with the first stall door closed. Good boy thought Mina as she pushed on the stall door, only to find it locked. "Oh fuck!" came the voice of the bumbling but sweet boy. There was the sound of a brief, flustered struggle with the clattering lock, and the door opened. Mina quickly hopped in and shut the door behind her, slamming the lock back in place. Almost immediately his arms wrapped around her, and a quick, neat kiss was... thrust upon her. Mina pushed the boy away, then down, forcing him onto the seat. "You think I'm going to make out in the shitter?" The boy blushed, then stared at the floor. "Well I didn't want to rush you towards something." The slut for a night laughed, but not cruelly. It was a warm, encouraging chuckle. "Sometimes you should let the woman take the lead. Stand back up." Obediently, the boy rose. "Now you're sweet, but your pickup technique needs work. If you're shy, you'll go nowhere." The young eyes widened as Mina's wandering hand slipped inside his pants, and she gripped his cock -- a thick, hard and surprisingly long cock. "Sometimes you gotta just be confident and... go for it." Mina licked her lips, holding the boys gaze as she shifted her hands to grasp her toy's belt. "Will you do that in the future? Will you work on that confidence, so you can approach a woman without acting scared? You've got... such nice... eyes... and it's a shame to let a cock like that go to waste." Mina slowly lowered onto her knees, her hands sliding down his pants, a pair of boxers falling with them. Mina smiled as she wrapped her hand around the shaft in front of her face, and began to stroke it. "Y-yes Miss..." was the response, but the stuttering wasn't caused by nerves. It was definitely pleasure, and Mina hummed in confident pleasure as she kissed the head of the cock. "Stop calling me Miss, too. It makes me feel old." "What should I call you?" "Slut." Denying further comment, Mina slipped the head of the penis into her mouth, red lips wrapped and squeezing around it. "Nnnn.... but isn't it rude to call a woman a slu-" Mina cut the protest off as she slid her full lips further down the cock. She pulled back then, making sure to swath the dick in her spit, and took it back in her hand, stroking faster now, using her spit like lube. "But I am a slut. I love being a slut. It's liberating to enjoy myself like this. Is it so wrong, sweetheart, to share my pleasure with people?" "No..." "Then call me slut. It's only a bad word if you let it be. Now, enjoy." Mina cemented her point by running her tongue down the underside of his manhood, and was surprised as she felt a hand at the back of her head, guiding her down lower. "Please... suck my balls, slut." Mina hummed her approval, but chose instead to continue licking and sucking at the base of his cock while her hands cupped beneath his balls and gently squeezed. As the boy bucked in surprise and pleasure, Mina let his manhood fall across her face, the feel of such a thick, wet cock hitting her something to relish, something so wonderfully dirty. Then Mina shifted a little more, and began to suck, one testicle at a time, alternating between the two, letting her tongue circle them, like a shark circling hapless swimmers. "Mmm fuck, get your tits out Mi-... slut." "Pardon? That was much too clean. I need you to talk dirty to hear you right." "I said get your fucking tits out. Slut." "One more time, with feeling babe!" "Show me those sweet fucking tits before you get back to work sucking my cock, you nasty little slut." Mina chuckled as she complied, slipping her t-shirt up and exposing her breasts, her nipples hard like little rocks. "Now shut up and watch" Mina commanded, not eager to let the boy think he was in control. She didn't want to take too long, she had others waiting for her. Mina let the cock slide past her lips, down her mouth, and then finally the head tickled the back of her throat. Mina let an exaggerated moan rise from her chest, a moan that was muffled by the cock she so eagerly pleased. Her head began to rise up, tongue snaking along the underside of the cock, and just as she reached the end, just as she planted a kiss on the very top of the head of the cock, Mina began to lower again. She began to pick up speed, issuing enticing hums of pleasure the more the boy got aggressive. She cupped her breasts in her hands as she let the strange cock fuck her mouth, fingers and thumbs moving to pinch her nipples tightly. There was a sudden rush of warm, slightly bitter fluid, and Mina pulled back and opened her mouth, giving the poor guy a chance to see the load before she swallowed it whole. With a satisfied gulp, Mina purred. "My faaaaaavourite. Mmm, thank you, boy. You've got a great set. Now get out there and wow some lucky girl." Mina stood up, slipping her t-shirt down and gave the boy a peck on the cheek before leaving him sitting on the john, pants down, cock throbbing, and an astonished yet somehow smug look on his face. As Mina returned to the main area of the bar, she saw the band just finish the end of a song. The vocalist saw Mina staring at him, and smiled. "We're going to take a break now, everyone, be good to your bartenders!" He flicked off the mic and said something, clearly hurried, to the band member playing the drums, then headed for the exit, nodding at Mina. That was a pretty fucking quick couple of songs, Mina thought. Maybe I can be their muse and inspire a longer performance... Slut's Night Out Ch. 02 There was a moment of relative quiet, as the band went on break, but before the jukebox blared. Only a few of the patrons had noticed Mina, and it took the rest of that brief moment for others to begin to notice. Then, from near the front, a jukebox began to blare a Dave Matthews song, and as Mina began to strut towards the door, a certain playful lyric danced in her ears. "Hike up your skirt a little more, and show the world to me." She couldn't do that, but she could do the next best thing. Just before reaching the door, Mina gently grasped her pants and tugged them up, making absolutely sure anybody who was looking would see just how nice her ass was. Mina made sure she tugged her thong up too, not for the pleasure of her viewers, but for her own. She loved the feel of the soft pink cotton brushing against her asshole, teasing her for as long as she wore them. Then Mina pushed the door open herself, and walked outside. She saw the singer standing by the corner of the building, puffing at a cigarette. Mina's nose wrinkled. Definitely hand rolled clove cigarettes, and not good ones. Her prey noticed her, and quickly dropped the lumpy parody of a smoke, quashing it beneath the heel of his black boot. Mina let her eyes wander from the boot, up the tight blue jeans, with a much more satisfying lump in the crotch. She let her eyes linger, then quickly flicker up the rest of his body to his face. She felt no need to be secretive about her intentions. "Come on back to the parking lot," he said, his voice a little arrogant. Warm brown eyes beckoned while his lightly stubbled face smirked. Mina chuckled and led the way, turning the corner and heading towards the back parking lot. As she entered the riverside parking area, she saw two vans. Bands still drove in vans, didn't they? One was a fairly standard looking arrangement, a large, old baby-blue mammoth that had probably been made in the 90's, and the other was... Inspired. It had to be even older, and had a large airbrushed graphic of a wizard solving math problems in his crystal ball, while a massive flame rose behind him. A faux-medieval font at odds with the bright, neon green colour of the letters spelled out EDUCATION = FUN above the cackling warlock. Mina felt a lump rise in her throat, and hoped to shit that wasn't the one. Luckily the singer passed Mina, and headed towards the more discrete vehicle. "So, do you like to get wild?" the singer asked., leaning against the side of the van. Mina smirked, letting her hips rock gently, side to side. "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't all about having fun tonight." The singer laughed and glanced down at his feet, then back at Mina. He was cute. "I mean, do you like to get really wild?" His only response he received was the curling of Mina's fingers as she slid her hand down her pants, letting them get slick with the dampness that had already set in, and the slow, deliberate delivery of these fingers to her tongue. As Mina slowly licked each finger clean, she betrayed none of her surprise as the singer opened the back doors of the van, revealing the drummer sitting there. Instead Mina approached, chuckling. "And the guitarist isn't joining in?" Her heart was racing, despite how bold she was acting. She'd always been curious about a threesome. She'd always wanted a threesome. And here it was. Mina's heart began to hammer so hard she didn't even hear what the men were saying. The drummer was a muscular sort, shaved bald, his arms -- and probably more -- adorned with tattoos. Mina stepped into the van. Mina's heart felt like it would burst; she could hear it in her ears. The only other thing she could hear were her thoughts. "This is happening this is happening oh my god it's two men and look at how big that is oh my god how this is happening" Her nipples hardened, and she could feel the muscles of her pussy clench as a sudden extra wetness flooded her. As the singer followed Mina into the van, he began to shut the door, and Mina finally noticed the floor was bare save a thin mattress, a sheet freshly laid over it. "I'm going to get fucked I'm going to get fucked I'm going to get fucked by two huge guys oh my god oh my god ohmygod" Mina crawled onto the mattress on her hands and knees, letting her ass sway in the air, knowing the two men were watching intently. The sudden slamming of the doors was like a splash of cold water, and for a moment Mina almost panicked. Then as she looked back, and slipped around to face the men, she felt herself oddly relaxed. "These men are here to please me. I'm going to... use them." Mina began to chuckle as she watched the men unzip their jeans, and finally spoke aloud. "This is really sleazy, you know that?" Mina purred. The vocalist shrugged. "Your point being?" Mina quirked an eyebrow, then slinked towards the drummer by one side of the van, letting her fingertips brush against the lump covered just barely by thin boxers. "My point being, you two had better know a thing or two about giving a slut like me the dirty, sleazy sex she wants." Mina stretched her arms above her head, so pleased with herself that she hummed a teasing tune. The singer continued to undress himself at the other wall, while the drummer had stopped. Offering a brief, flirting glance at the vocalist, Mina began to strip the drummer bare, his cheap t-shirt stretched over a broad, muscular frame. There were a lot more tattoos on his chest. She amused herself with picking out elements she knew. This man was not someone who planned ahead -- his ink jobs were all from separate periods, by different artists of varying skill and colour use, but there was a certain brutish charm to it as it all came together as a whole. A nude Bettie Page lookalike rode atop an eight-pointed star, the top point covering her loins while a double headed eagle sat on her shoulder. Much of his chest was about as absurd, iconography both cliched and unique forming a psychedelic hellscape. It was so completely ridiculous and out there that Mina couldn't help but enjoy it, and she gave Bettie Page a gentle kiss, then let the tip of her tongue drift down to the centre of the star. "I'm a patron of the arts, you know" Mina laughed, then quickly slipped her own shirt off. She sat beside the drummer, her back against the wall of the van, and finally beckoned the suddenly pouting vocalist over. Now, with one man on either side of her, Mina lolled her head back and whispered, breathless, "Dig in, boys." She squeezed her eyes shut, mouth caught open as she felt the men begin to suck on her tits while one of them slid a hand down the tight black pants she still wore. As her nipples began to fall victim to quick, sharp love-bites, Mina shuddered as a chilling bolt of pleasure snaked down her back and her skin goosebumped. That shiver only caused her nipples to be tugged by those same love-bites, and even if it hurt just a bit, it was such a good hurt. Meanwhile the fingers wasted no time invading her womanhood, the owners hand having slid beneath the thong. Mina could feel them, two of them, thick and heavy things, slowly curling and uncurling, brushing against her g-spot, and then, unbelievably, Mina felt a thumb circling around her clit. It felt so fucking good. So incredibly fucking good! Mina gasped; it normally took more foreplay to feel as hot as she did now, but the animal lust was pushing her far, and fast. She didn't know the names of these men. They didn't know hers. They were all there to do one thing and one thing only, and that was to get off, followed quickly by getting lost. Mina pulled her head back up, eyes opening, and felt another flood of juices splatter against the hand so ruthlessly going straight for the hot spots. She watched the two men, her body shaking, as they continued to assault her breasts with teeth and tongue and lips and Mina couldn't help but let her mind circle around those ideas. Teeth, tongue, lips, teeth, tongue, lips, teeth, tongue, lips! Of total strangers, too, torturing her tits. And there was more. More more more. Mina began to shakily unbutton and unzip her pants, wanting to get them off, noting the drummer -- he was the one with his hand invading her -- kept moving his wrist and forearm, making it difficult to Mina, like some sort of asshole. Normally that wasn't her type, but he was being just the right kind of asshole at the moment, because Mina didn't really mind with how fucking good she felt. Finally Mina relented, and put her hands on the shoulders of the men, pushing them away from her chest. Mina didn't say a word as she slipped down onto the mattress, turning around to look at the two men. She let her eyes do the talking for her. They flickered back and forth between the men as she finally got her hands on their now exposed members. Mina began to stroke the rigid shafts, letting her shoulders roll a little, causing her tits to bounce. Mina licked her lips, then spoke in words that dripped with eagerness. "So are you gonna use me as your little cum dumpster?" The vocalist stared in shock. It was such a filthy pairing of words, such a nasty concept, and Mina loved it. She loved the idea of having man after man, and taking his cum however she wanted. She knew what mindless lust felt like, and wanted to lose herself in it tonight. Apparently this singer wasn't the cool ace he thought. The drummer, however, simple gave a quick, quiet "Gonna use this bitch however I need," his voice deep, dark and a little clipped. His voice was a giveaway. He didn't talk much, and when he did he was direct, but he knew what he liked. "I fuckin' love groupies." Mina giggled, then slowly began to lean towards the drummer, her eyes locking with his while both of her hands still stroked. "I'm no groupie." "No?" "I've never heard of your band and it honestly kinda sucks. I'm just a slut looking for a good time." Mina didn't really mean that. The band was middling, not bad. But Mina liked the idea of pissing off guys this big right before they fucked her. Mina had spent hours watching porn featuring a woman being shared like a plaything, fucked hard, fucked brutally. It was one of the only things Mina had hid from Master, because this same porn also involved several men, and Mina had hid that desire for ages. But this was her night to howl. This was her big shot to take big shots. As Mina finally hovered by the stiff cock of the drummer, and let her tongue slowly slither downwards to snake around the bloated head, she moaned softly, not just from how taboo it was to be working with cocks two and three for tonight and no intention of quitting there, but from the realization that she was really, truly going to live out a fantasy that had gnawed at her for nearly fifteen years. Mina was going to be a gang bang bitch. She planted a kiss on the head, then let her lips part and began to take the very thick, fat cock, letting her tongue messily roll back and forth along the underside. Meanwhile the cock in her left hand had begun to pulse. Mina gripped it tightly, demanding without a word that the little pervert slow down. She shot the apparently voyeuristic singer a glance, one rife with desire as she kept his eyes locked on her as she tipped her head, the impressive specimen in her mouth angling when she moved, letting him look at her face as she sucked his buddy's pornstar dick. Mina pulled her head back up, letting her spit flow down the cock, and released the drummer. Crawling towards the grinning vocalist, she said in a remarkably casual tone "So you like to watch, do you? I know just how to... exploit that." Mina was on all fours now, and slowly stroked the shaft, hand twisting slightly at the head. She teased the rock hard member with cool puffs of air, and after a few more seconds paused, looked behind her, and shouted "Are you waiting for an invitation back there?" As she turned back, Mina reached up and removed her hairband, letting her hair fall wild, framing her face and making the hunger and desire in her eyes jump out even more. And just as she began to let her tongue repeat its dance on this man, she felt the hands of the drummer grab hold of her hips, one moving to rip off her thong, and gasped loudly as his soaked girth filled her, invaded her. He was big, very noticeably big, and his grip was like iron, the force of each hard, but slow paced thrust causing her tits to bounce and her hair to wave back and forth, and what Mina had meant to be a controlled masterpiece of a blowjob quickly became something fast, something sloppy, and some way hotter right now. The sound of the cock sliding back and forth in her mouth, almost as if she was making the tall singer fuck her face, was wet and loud and much faster than Mina had thought she'd be doing. She tried to keep eye contact, to heighten the eroticism, but found it impossible not to look at his body instead. He was muscled, but not overly, something of a swimmers body. His nipples were pierced and his chest was hairless. Mina liked ink more than she did metal, but this was a night to enjoy new things! And the cock slamming into her cunt was starting to leave her breathless, and when there was a sudden pause in the rhythmic fucking, Mina found delight in feeling her hair being grabbed in one hand, then pulled back. Mina moaned, her throat being opened up. She couldn't suck the dick in front of her, so instead she simply let it slap against her face, flicked at by her tongue, knowing that her face, her filthy cries of pleasure, the sight of her tits and her ass bouncing as she was fucked right in front of the man she'd originally seduced were turning on all three of them at the same time. Mina let the cock drop to the side of her face, then licked her lips hungrily. "You gonna watch all night, or are we really gonna get nasty?" The singer shakily stood and walked to join his friend. Mina let the drummer slide out of her, and then raised a finger. "You're not taking turns on my pussy. Let's get outside. Quick." The trio hurridly opened the doors, and ran to the front of the van, the huge metal box blocking them from sight and the noise of the river giving at least a little cover. Mina pushed the drummer down onto the angled hood of the van, and crawled on top of him. "Hands on my ass, come on!" He did as he was told. Good boy. Mina positioned herself until finally her cunt was being filled again, stretched wide and invaded deeply, and she bit down on the neck of the drummer, trying to cover the scream of shocked pleasure blasting out of her, and as she felt the second, less-tried cock press against her asshole, pausing to let her relax just a bit before slowly making its way in. Mina's eyes rolled back and she gasped, her mind blanking out as she felt an utterly incredible sense of fullness dominating her senses. "H-holy fuuuuuuuckin'..." Mina stammered, the will to continue the sentence destroyed when the singers hands slid to her wrists, making Mina the most secure person in the trio. Making Mina most able to take what would happen next. Mina felt the cocks moving, almost synchronized in thrusts, and her breath caught in her throat, letting only the most meek of whimpers escape her. It was overwhelming! Mina opened her mouth wide, her tongue sliding out, a trickle of spittle dropping from the tip as she struggled to find any other way to express just what she was feeling -- she was being fucked silly, and it was incredible! Her world began to blur, and Mina became aware of only her body and the two thick dicks pumping her, now alternating. Mina began to feel herself sway, her movement limited by the firm grips on her hips and her wrists, breaking into hard shivering and shuddering as she felt her cunt squeeze and her asshole tighten, each further motion causing mini-orgasm after mini-orgasm, a rapid fire train of thought wiping pleasure, and even after her body calmed down a little, Mina wanted more. "Y'like fucking this sluts ass? Yeah?" "Fuck yessssss, your ass is so tight, you slut!" Mina laughed as she breathed. It wasn't poetic at all. And she liked that right now. Loved it. "And how bout you stud, y'like my pussy?" "Yup." "That's all your enthusiasm?! I said, do you like my pussy?!" "Yeah!" "Show me what you got, you fucking manwhore!" "YEAH!" Mina felt her pussy getting jackhammered, and her ass soon felt the same as the boys began anew. Mina could do nothing but pant, gasping in pleasure when possible, and she was so close to the edge of cumming again and she knew what she wanted but it was so taboo- Fuck it. "Cum inside this nasty slut!" Sudden spurts of hot wetness poured into Mina, and she shuddered violently as one of the most incredibly intense orgasms she would ever know ravaged her. Her limbs began to spasm and she writhed, eyes half closed, vision hazy. A sudden shout snapped her into reality. "Get the fuck back in here, guys! We're fucking late!" Mina almost fell onto the ground as the band members slide away from her, ran to the back of the van, hurrying to get dressed, not saying a word. Mina slinked along the side of the van, using it to support her as she walked. Once the boys ran back, Mina climbed into the back of the van and took a moment to catch her breath. She slid her pants back on, leaving the thong on the mattress deliberately, letting them have a souvenir. Mina slipped her shirt back on, and stepped back out before slamming the door shut. It was time to figure out what was next. First, Mina would use the ladies room and freshen up. Then she would have a drink or two and catch her breath. Then it was back to her hunt. Mina smirked, loving how shameless she was, and how utterly amazing it felt to be doing this. She'd just had a threesome, and she felt no shame in admitting she'd loved every second of it. And she knew she'd feel no shame in going back in to find more new cock. Mina wondered if there was a cigarette nearby she could smoke, just to complete the wild, free feeling. She didn't normally, but this felt like a good excuse. Unfortunately, there was only another terribly rolled clove cigarette. "Well, can't win 'em all."