The Smut Peddlers tore through their last song like they were fucking the crowd raw. Sweat-slicked bodies slammed into each other on stage, guitars grinding, drums pounding like they wanted to split skulls. When the lights dropped, I shoved my way past security with the pass the bassist had tossed me from the pit. My pussy was already wet from watching them, thighs slick under my short skirt.
Backstage smelled like beer, smoke, and sex. The four of them were sprawled on a ratty couch, shirts off, tattoos shining. Lead singer Jax spotted me first. "There's our new slut," he growled, standing up. His cock was already half-hard in his tight jeans. "You here to get used?"
I nodded, mouth dry. "Fuck me like the lyrics say."
No slow bullshit. Jax grabbed my hair and shoved me to my knees. "Open." I unzipped him and his thick cock slapped my face. I sucked it down fast, gagging when he thrust straight to the back of my throat. Spit ran down my chin while the drummer, Rico, yanked my skirt up and ripped my panties off. Two rough fingers jammed into my cunt without warning.
"Fuck, she's dripping," Rico laughed, finger-fucking me hard. "This groupie came ready."
Jax pulled out and hauled me up. He bent me over the couch arm and slammed his cock balls-deep into my pussy in one thrust. I screamed, but it turned into a moan when he started pounding. The wet slap of skin filled the room. He gripped my hips and railed me like he hated me, every stroke bottoming out.
"Take it, whore," he snarled. "This is what you came for."
Rico moved in front of me, cock out. I sucked him while Jax wrecked my cunt from behind. The bassist, Leo, climbed onto the couch and fed his dick into my mouth too, making me choke on both. They took turns using my throat, pulling out only to slap my face with their wet cocks.
Jax pulled out and flipped me onto my back on the dirty floor. He spread my legs wide and drove back in, pounding so deep my tits bounced. Rico straddled my chest and tit-fucked me, spitting on his cock for lube. "Open your mouth," he ordered. When I did, he came hard, ropes of thick cum shooting across my tongue and tits.
Leo took Jax's place between my legs next. He flipped me onto all fours and shoved into my ass without lube, just my own pussy juice. It burned, then felt so fucking good I pushed back on him. "Harder," I begged. He laughed and wrecked my asshole, slapping my cheeks red while the others watched and stroked.
Jax wasn't done. He lay down and pulled me on top of him, sliding his cock into my pussy while Leo stayed in my ass. Double penetration hit every nerve. They fucked me in rhythm, one in, one out, stretching me wide. I came screaming, cunt and ass clenching around both cocks.
The guitarist, Vince, finally joined. He fed his cock into my mouth while the other two kept pounding my holes. Cum leaked down my thighs. They used every hole, switching positions fast: me riding Jax while sucking Rico again, then bent over for Leo to fuck my pussy while Vince took my ass. Filthy talk never stopped.
"Look at this band slut taking four cocks," Jax grunted, shooting his load deep in my pussy. Rico followed, painting my face. Leo pulled out and came across my back. Vince finished down my throat.
I lay there wrecked, cum dripping from everywhere, body shaking. Jax lit a cigarette and grinned down at me. "Welcome to the Smut Peddlers. You're our new backstage cumdump. Bus leaves in ten. Don't bother cleaning up."
I smiled through the mess, already hungry for the next stop.
