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 Darkness, stink and stale smoke are not your normal aphrodisiacs, but after a couple of beers listening to loud music they begin to work just fine. I was finally beginning to get a buzz as it had been one of those days where my body was still smarting from the tension and stress, deadlines, people yelling, everybody needing something from me, just nothing good. Sitting alone at the bar, I concentrated on my beer. I knew plenty of people but didn't feel like talking. Instead I was continuously looking towards the door, for someone, anyone new, that's when he walked in. His presence filled the doorway. Recognizing him as the singer of the next band I was a little more than interested. I looked at him, making eye contact to see if I could arouse some attention. He sat at the other end of the bar and I looked over at him again, this time making sure he looked back.  On stage he commanded complete attention, larger than life, twisting and writhing into the microphone, a beautiful example of raw energy. Energy that I felt could surely be put to other uses.As soon as the performance was over I sidled up next to him at the bar. Nervously I started a conversation and drank a beer until he had to go pack up his equipment. He walked off and I, with a sudden burst of confidence, followed him, slinking through the dark hallways of the club. He stopped to talk to someone a little ahead of me and I leaned against the wall, waiting in the darkness. The next band was starting, causing the wall to vibrate under my back, my mind and body relaxed, the roar of the music providing me with the anonymity I so desired. The bass reverberated throughout my body, bringing each part singularly alive. Growing dizzy I closed my eyes and placed my hand on my already pulsating crotch. Continuing down the hallway I prayed he was alone. Silent and cat like I crept in the room behind him. His back was to me and I could see him beginning to wrap up his microphone. I wanted to creep up behind him and run my hands over his body, ripping his shirt off to touch every muscle in his strong back. Suddenly overwhelmed I reached up to the doorway for support. "Hi," I managed, my voice throaty. Startled, he turned around. The surprised look on his face, the simple fact that I had caught him off guard, excited me again. "Do you have a minute?" I asked him, raising one eyebrow and walking towards him. My breasts heaved up and down with each quickening breath and I could feel myself getting wet.  He nodded silently, unsure of what I wanted and what he could have. By this time I had almost reached him. He looked into my eyes and I felt my own pupils dilating with desire. I allowed my eyes to travel down his body and could see the beginning of his hard on."I liked your show," I said. He nodded his reply as if I could steal his words. His shock and my confidence were turning me on to a point that stopped time. I reached up and silently touched the microphone in his hand. The cold metal was almost painful under the burning touch of my fingers. I ran my fingertips around the head of the instrument, circling it lightly then grasping the slender stem. Sliding my hand down slowly I rested my curved palm upon his shaking fingertips. Deliberately I pulled his hand and the microphone towards my mouth, bringing it to my lips, brushing them lightly against it. I ran my tongue around it, never moving my eyes from his. My mouth moved down until it was on his hand enabling me to suck his fingers one by one from the tip to the knuckle, wrapping my eager tongue around each of them. He bent down to kiss me, his tongue finding mine. I moved back and began kissing his neck. I ran my hands underneath his shirt and down until I pulled him closer to me with the waist of his pants. He stuck one leg between my thighs and my body reeled towards his. Never had I felt an attraction so immediate and so intense.  A noise outside the door broke our spell and nervously I pulled away, moving into the shadows. In my hiding spot I was eye level with his stiffening cock and could practically taste its salty sweetness.Someone was in the doorway and I prayed I was concealed as I quickly reached up and unbuttoned his pants. His prick leapt out at me and I enslaved it with my mouth. I kissed and licked the top then slowly licked from his knob down to his mound of hair. I ran my tongue around his head thinking how much better it tasted then the microphone. With one hand I cupped his balls, taking the shaft of his dick all the way in my mouth until it tickled the back of my throat. I began deep throating him, sucking him all the way in while flicking the underside of his cock with my tongue. Fucking him with my mouth was making me hot and I could suddenly feel him growing tighter. Whoever had been in the doorway left and he quickly pressed my head deeper into his pelvis. The warm, salty liquid exploded in my hungry mouth. He pulled me to him and lifted me onto the table. My cunt was swelling as I spread open my legs. He took the microphone and gently ran it up my leg, starting with the curve of my calf and drawing it slowly, teasingly to the warmth of my thigh. I let out a moan as he grazed the top of my bush. I arched my back and lifted my hips but he was intent on tantalizing me. Slowly, seductively, he continued drawing it up and down. He pulled up my skirt, spreading open my lips and rubbing my clit with the head of the microphone. I couldn't help but release a series of low, guttural groans. I was dripping and sure he could smell the sweet scent of my flowing juices. Never in my life had I wanted anything so badly as him inside of me. "Oh god," I cried, "Please give it to me," I begged without wanting to. My pussy was on fire and aching with desire.  He was obviously enjoying my begging, watching me suffer and twist. Gently he parted my lips, and with such slowness and such care that at that moment I thought I was going to die, he inserted the end of the microphone. I gasped at the pressure of the metal. He pulled it in and out with such tenderness that every stroke was another form of exquisite torture. Almost in tears with pleasure I raised my hips to meet him."Harder," I pleaded. His eyes were twinkling mischievously. I raised my pelvis, wanting him to fill it with the heat of his prick but instead he bent down and began eating me, I could feel the nub of my clit harden with each flick of his experienced tongue. My legs were wrapped tight around his head and he was licking furiously, the microphone still dancing in and out. I bit my arm to keep from screaming and could feel my walls tightening around the metal. My legs constricted around his head and I thrust my hips forward to meet his tongue. Shaking, I cried out, "I'm coming," and I was sure I was choking him with my thighs but he didn't stop, I was shaking so hard the world turned from black to white. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore he pushed me back onto the table and rammed his rock hard cock inside of me. He was hot and I drew my finger through the sweat in his back. I pushed him closer, spreading my fingers in his tight flesh, his pelvis was right against mine and he was fucking me deeper and harder. I could feel him at the top of my cunt, hitting my cervix. Every way he rubbed me was right and I watched him clench and tense as my own consciousness became cloudy. He moaned and we came together, our bodies trembling and sweating. My cunt released his softening prick and he lifted me into his arms, kissing away the blazing heat of my skin. We were stuck together for just a moment before all the noise in the hallway came back into focus. His band was waiting for him and I wanted to slip out before anyone noticed I was gone. We kissed goodbye and parted ways in the dark hallway. Now I just have to wait until he comes back into town to play again, whether it's with the band, or just with me.
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