Enjoy Billie some more

While the curvy teen sensation is gasping wetly for breath, another tech pokes her head in.

"Hey, Ms. Eilish?" she begins timidly, you notice she's a cute, black girl. Slim and fit looking. Then again, you only notice the plushness of her lips. Sweet, another sleeve. She continues, "The fans are getting super rowdy and the DJ disappeared into the crowd." She pauses. "Well, more like they dragged him off stage."

Billie gives another heave for breath. This time, half gag, half belch. It really sounds disgusting, like she's trying to inhale through a slimy sponge. "I'm still busy -hurk- Jessica. I-I go-" is all she gets out as your hands reach out suddenly and your violent manhandling of her green-streaked hair nubs undoes them to leave her hair completely loose.

As Billie Eilish 'hurks' and 'ulgs', you smirk at the tech. Giving her a petulant tone, you state, "Yeah, tell the fans to go fuck themselves!" You laugh. Partly from how much of an ass you can be here. But also, from the feeling of the young musician's throat constricting around your almighty shaft while her forhead impacts with lewd slaps to your pasty, hairy gut.

The tech looks with slight alarm at you and then to her employer. Billie is still staring up at you. Her mascara continues running and throatslime from minutes ago soaking through her shirt and the pink jersey to make it cling to her bountiful chest. "Y-yes, sir." the tech says quietly and closes the door. Less than a minute later, you hear the speaker system with someone talking. It sounds like an annoucement? You might feel the structure shake like a localized earthquake had just struck and a hear a distant roar. Maybe the audience is pissed? You shrug.

Grinning creepily down at your newest companion, you say, "Alone at last. How romantic." and occupy yourself with grabbing handfuls of her green-streaked hair in a tight grip. Billie's gaze, apathetic and even a bit submissive, shifts to a pained squint as she loses oxygen and dignity. Like you care. You continue to guide the teen whore's head back and forth on your shaft. Sometimes just bouncing her head with your hands. Sometimes rocking your hips into her pale face. Sometimes both. Through it all, she's a trooper and takes every greasy, throbbing inch like a low-class hooker. Her dressing room fills with the sound of wet-flesh-against-flesh and her randomly **** on your schlong.

Her face is a mess, but you don't notice. Or care. While your neanderthal brain processes slightly above 'cock in wet hole feels good', it's not that much higher. You find a few minutes of amusement looking around the dressing room. Still heedless of the teen girl you're throat-****. Finally, your brain gets an idea. Granted, its because you notice the couch against one wall is big enough for multiple people to sleep, but nobody ever accused you of too much higher brain function. Glancing down, Billie is empty-eyed and holding onto your unfit thighs to steady herself. The slime, goo and ooze you've been absently dredging up from her throat has soaked her top and dripped to a decent puddle on the floor. Her socks and shoes are soaked through too. Mixing with the piss you hit her shoes with, she's a mess. On the plus side, her soaked top shows very clearly that she's mnot wearing a bra. And her tits are big, round and fun looking.

You feel almost bad that she's got her knockers hidden away. Not because you think whe should be more confident in her body or anything. Self-esteem for women? Fuck that. This is THE BLOWJOB UNIVERSE. YOUR BLOWJOB UNIVERSE. All holes exist for your cock. All holes. Like hers.

Pulling your merciless meat hammer from her neck tube with a prolonged, disgusting 'gglllooork', Billie returns to coughing and a dazed, flat look at you. Her eyes are red with what throatslime you got in them and her voice is rough. Probably won't be singing much anymore.

"Are y-hurk-" she catches both hands over her mouth and her eyes-widen with a sudden turn of her stomach. Regaining her composure, she swallows loudly what sounds like something thick and wet. Like your cock. You chuckle inwardly at your not very funny joke. You think you're hilarious. "Are you done?" she asks with a soft, hoarse croak.

You answer her by reaching to the hem of her shirt and literally peeling the sloopy garment off of her. Holy shit! Her tits? They're huge! And perky. "Guess not." Billie responds to your stripping of her with a bemused look. At least, you think she looks bemused. Hard to tell with the mask of precum and saliva over her face with strands of hair sticking to her face.

Letting your caveman DNA guide your actions, you carelessly drag Billie to her feet with a swift yank of her hair, while she squeals in indignant pain, "OOOOWWW!! DUDE! WHAT THE FUCK!?" Still heedless of her discomfort, you practically throw her towards the couch and she stumbles forward. She lands perfectly. Barely catching herself on her hands, shes on all fours. Ass pointed towards you. Not aware in the least of your grubby clothes having vanished, leaving you nude, it's only a second before you have yanked her filthy shorts, socks and shoes off. Bille's calmed down by now and she gives a drunken chuckle. "Man, if you wanted to fuck, you could have jus-OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!" she screams. Her piercing shriek is probably heard over the vague din of crashes and yelling outside the door and in the distance. Her outburst was dur to you taking her hips in a firm grip and shoving yourself balls deep in her wonderfully tight ass. The only lube is the mess you made on your cock with all of your adventures. She didn't seem to appreciate it even when she felt your balls slap her bald clit. At least, not going by her whimpering and choked, "Pull out, pull out, please. I'll suck it some more, just please pull it AAAAUUUUGGGGHHH!!!!"

Why the fuck is this slut still talking? You're using her holes. Shouldn't she be twerking on your dick or something? Whatever, you shrug. You're pleasantly surprised by how round and plush her pale backside is. Just the thing for taking all your sexual frustrations out on. You chuckle like the creepy perv you are as you lean over her smooth back and grope her large, hanging hooters. Billie is taking rapid, wet gasps as she tries to adjust to the massive pole splitting her backdoor apart. She squeaks and it becomes a chuckle as the sound of your hand impacting her ass sounds out.

"Slut," you mutter, not caring if she hears or responds. "always hiding this body. You're a fucking cunt." you snarl, pulling out until just the head is in her tiny asshole, before pushing back all the way in. She's skewered like a chicken on a spit. Except she's a whore on your cock. And right now she's screaming her head off as you saw in and out of her sensitive rectum. She's tearfully begging at this point. Rapidly pleading for mercy.

"Dude, I know y-AAAUUUGH!!! SHIT!" her panicked pleading is mixed with pained screams as you use her. "FUCK! -gasp gasp- Let me just-give me a seco-FUCK, YOU'RE SPLITTING MY ASSHOLE OPEN!!!!!! IT HURTS!!!! ITHURTSITHURTSITHURTS!!!!"

You could really give less of a shit. "Aw, does it really hurt?" you say mockingly. Pausing for a moment to savor the feeling of her ass clench on you in her pain.

Billie regains her composure and looks over her bare shoulder at you with a tiny smile. "Yeah, just," she gives a huff of breath, "Dude, you're fucking huge!" wiggling her hips for emphasis. You feel her twitching muscles give you a light massage. "I may never sit right ever again, fuck!" she takes a few more deep gulps of air, trying to stay in control. "Seriously dude. It feels like you shoved a crusie missle up my ass. Don't mind the hands on my tits though." she mentions, almost as an afterthought.

With your hairy sack nuzzled against her hairless cunt, you can feel moisture on your pubes. You're not sure if she's that wet or your cock was more lubed by her mouth than you thought. Your hands flex on her rack, titflesh spilling out from between your fingers. More than a handful and way too much for a barely legal slut like her to have. Her nipples were hard and poking into your palms. "Want me to pull out?" you ask, sliding barely an inch back. You were going to **** her asshole no matter what. You just were curious what would be her reaction here in BJU.

"Fuck no." she chuckles. "My body is shaking, I've never been this wet in my life and I'm fucking lightheaded from pain and nearly cumming." Bille gives you a wink and husky chuckle. "Destroy me."

Did this bitch just try to tell you what to do!? Your base, caveman reasoning forgets there's a hot slut impaled on your cock and giving you permission to hurt her to make yourself cum. All you know, is a chick said something to you that sounded like an order. "Cunt!" you snarl as a hand leaves her tits in a flash to grab her green-streaked hair. Pulling back, her yelp of pain becomes a high squeal. Your cock flexes in equal parts rage and lust, making her moan slightly as she feels her guts move to accomodate you. Her back arches, pushing her tits more fully into your free hand. Her ass follows pushing back to utterly engulf your angry dick.

"You don't get to tell me what to do!" you yell at her scared expression, eyes lookng back at you. "Your holes," here you grind into her asshole slow and deliberate, "are mine." Tears are leaking from her eyes, but she can't repress a moan like the whore she is. A total whore. Her hips wiggle again, trying to get more friction. Trying to piss you off. Anything, just so you move in her. "I'll do whatever I want with your dumb. Whore. BODY!" you almost scream in her ear as you pull out and push in as far and roughly as possible with a thrust meant to establish dominance.

Bille's cute face is red with sexual frustration, pain and humiliation. She's caught between begging for your cock and you to stop. Her body can't decide if she wants more pain or less. But it doesn't matter what she wants. The only thing that matters is you. Your desires. What you want. With and angry twist of your hands, you throw both her hair and kthe grip on her breast forward and she falls forward ungracefully. Her hiccuping sobs of anmguish are muffled briefly as she goes into true face-down-ass-up position with your schlong still nearly balls deep in her ass.

You are beyond reasonable at this point and crazzed with lust. "FUCK YOU, YOU STUPID WHORE!!!" you roar at the top of your lungs while you take a grip of her hips that will leave marks and use the leverage to try and fuck her face through the couch into the floor. The voluptuous teen's screams would be nothing short of ear-splitting if she wasn't face-first in the couch cushions and the feeling of your massive meatpole forcing it's way into her depths and just as violently withdrawing would make the most seasoned anal porn stars swear off butt-stuff. But Billie's not a seasoned porn star. Just another set of tight, warm holes to make you feel good.

And she does feel good. Her puckered backdoor would probably find a baseball bat more comfortable right now with you really wrecking some girl guts. Her knuckles are white as mshe hopelessly falils her hands. She grips the cusions, pillows, the arm, even air. Anything to try and brace herself against the savage anal **** that's making her lose her mind. Her eyes are rolled back to show only the whites, she's lost her voice and her face is beet red from screaming, but you power on. The only thing your tiny brain registers now is the iron solid mass of meat between your legs and the miniscule orifice gripping you in a silken vice. Where Billie feels a mind-shattering pleasure with a soul-searing pain, you just get a massage that feels as good as the fact you know it's hurting her physically and emotionally.

"I'm going to destroy you. I'm going to destroy you, I'm GOING to destroy YOU! I'M GOING TO DESTROY YOU. I'M GOING TO DESTOYYYY YYYYOOOUUUU!!!!" you howl in a sex-fueled rage. The singer's dressing room is thick with the smell of bodily fluids and rank with sex-sweat. The sound of your balls mercilessly clapping against her sopping wet cunt overpower her nearly silent moaning from having lost her voice. And all of it drowns out the sounds of things breaking and people shouting angrily outside the room.

Billie's entire cosmos is reduced to her body in a state of constant orgasmic agony and the relentless plunging feeling of the hardest, biggest thing she can't even imagine rearranging her insides. She doesn't see anything, her taste is only her own bile and your cock and precum. Her ears are filled with your mindless grunting and verbal **** and her nose only smells racid sex. What few brain cells are still capable in her head are annihilated as your impossible stamina finally leads to an orgasm. And she feels herself filling with lancing heat that makes her feel like a water baloon that's exploding from too much. Her jaw locks open in a silent scream as she forgets her own name and her world lends behind her rolling eyes. Pulse after pulse of sticky cum coats her insides and your toes curl as her ass clenches you in time with your spurts. 'This feels really good' your brin tells you. You're heedless of the bouncy slut going insane from the dicking you're giving her. Not that you'd care. Not that she can care.

After what feels like ten minutes of jetting splooge in the busty celeb's butt, you finally feel like pulling out. But you're still hard. Billie collapses to a mindless heap. Her post-coital brain is gone. Her big tiddies are rising and falling steadily though. It takes you a moment to realize that means she's breathing. Which means she's alive, you guess? Hooray? You remember giggling in Biology while they explained reproduction after basic life signs. As you look at the slut and briefly consider just arranging her on her back and watching her fat tits bounce while you have a go at her pussy, you notice her feet. Cute and pale like the rest of her, they're dainty with the nails painted the same green as her hair. You get a wicked idea and grin.

Her eyes are still showing whites and you don't want to wait. "Hey, slut. Wake up." you grunt in your charming, monosyllabic way.She stays unresponsive except for her heavy breathing. "Come ooooon." you resort to whining. "Wake uuuupp."

She stays unresponsive.

'Fuck it, I'm horny.' you think, you give her round cheek a slightly-too-forceful love tap that stands out in the dressing room. "Wake up!" you say as firmly as spaghetti.

She manages to stir a bit with the sudden stimulation and manages a "Whhhuu? Gmmmm, unbuuu..." and trails off.

You don't really have any further patience and take one of her feet in each hand and position the surprisingly flexible singer. Soon, you have her on her back, legs spread and shaping a diamond pointed towards you. With her feet sole-to-sole and conveniently in range of your cock. You have to shuffle and crouch a bit, but soon you manage to press her silky soles to either side of your still angry shaft. It's awkward, and it takes you a moment to get the rhythm. After a minute or so, you are fucking a nice foot-pussy and doing so quite expertly if you do say so yourself.

Chuckling to yourself at your cleverness, you fail to notice Billie coming back to a modicum of awareness. The first thing she notices is her asshole has gone from mind-melting pain/pleasure to just making her want to cry if she thinks about sitting down. The second is that she came so hard she passed out. The third is that she feels her rack softly shifting back and forth while ksomething pushes her slightly. The fourth is her feet feel oddly tingly. Especially her soles. And at last, she gets the strength to lift her head up and investigate. Her response is briliant.

"Bruh. What the fuck are you doing?" she says hoarsely.

"Huh?" you answer eloquently.

Mustering what strength she can, she pushes herself a few inches up to look more directly at her newest violation. "Are...are you jerking off with my feet?" she ask you, nonplussed and with a raised eyebrow.

"Um, yeah?" you answer. Capping it off with a perfect, "Duh!"

Bille falls back with a rough laugh, still sounding like she was screaming her head off lately. "That's just....Bro, my fee-?" she doesn't even see your hand swiping out to slap on of her large, round, proud knockers. "OW! What the fuck, man?!"

You had only paused a second before returning to the foot-pussy. "Shut the fuck up, stupid bitch." you mutter petulantly. Billie opens her lips to protest, but goes silent when she sees your hand raise again. "You want another?"

She cups her large hooters protectively with a pout and a tiny 'no' shake of her head.

"Good. Keep working my cock. Busy now." and you resume pumping your big dick between her dainty dancers.

"Whatever." she mutters under her breath as she lays her head back and stares at the ceiling of her dressing room. Guys (and girls, because they're all sluts) had liked a lot of things about her body. Her voice, her tits, her ass, her face. But this was the first time anybody had gone for her feet. Then again, the loser that is you had already used her ass and throat. Why not the feet?

Kinda hot to be honest.

As you kept grunting and humming to yourself, Billie found herself getting wetter and wetter. She'd been ass-**** and face-fucked like some worthless, alley working hooker. And her pussy hadn't gotten any action yet. Unless you counted the slapping of your hairy sack on her slit and clit. One of her hands drifted down to her needy pussy. The other stayed on her boobs, kneading flesh and pinching her nipples. Occassionally giving her hard nips a tug or harsh pull. Neither of you noticed that Billie hurting herself was making her hornier. Nor did you notice that the hornier she got, the more active her feet got on your shaft. At first it was just her shifting around. Rubbing her feet a little back and a little forth. Soon, she was pressing the soles together harder, giving you a tighter target. Then, she turned her feet back and forth, trying to rotate at the ankles. It was modest, but your increasing moans made her hotter. While she fingerbanged and molested herself, you finally saw her writhing on the couch like a true slut. And the sight made you grin and chuckle.

"Getting horny baby?" you managed to croak out while she massaged her feet over your shaft.

"Buddy, fuuuuck yeaaaaahhh!" she moaned like a happy whore lost in lust.

She kept up the good work. Sometimes her toes would try to clasp your penis head. Others, she nudged her green-painted digits to tickle your hairy balls. She always returned to pressing her soles around your dick though, giving you an improvised hole to fuck. As you got more and more worked up, you pumped harder and harder. Billie got hornier and hornier. As you thrust, she had to adjust her legs and she was almost coss-legged lying down with her foot-pussy just infront of her actual pussy. The tip of your cock was brushing her fingers as she hurriedly worked a pair of fingers in her eager cunt and both of you thought it wouldn't take much to push past her feet and impale her cunny.

After a good while, Bille was bucking on her hand, whimpering while looking at you with a slutty, **** look "Please, fuck my feet, fuck my toes. Bang those feet. You like them baby? I paint them all the time!"

"Fucking whore. Fucking whore FEET!" you groan as you feel another impossibly thick and hot load make the long journey from your boiling balls up your shaft. You pull back barely a second as you blow, your jizz coating her feet like a spa tratment and dripping off her delicate toes.

"Brooooo, ffffuuuuuuccccckkkkkk!!!!" is all she can get out as she smiles and her eyes roll back once more.

Your orgasm gradually subsides and you stop practically pissing jizz on her feet. It looks like she walked through a puddle of cum. You can only wheeze out, "Now that's the real nail polish."

Billie recovers from this climax fater than the last and raises her head up with a swish of hair and a delighted "Holy Fuck!" Seeing the gooey, pearly, warm coating all over her feet, she flexes her toes and gives her feet like kicks from the ankles. Feeling the slimy squishing between her toes, Billie cooes and giggles before saying "That's so hot." with a smirk. Seeing you staring at the mess you made on her, she makes sure she catches your eye as she displays her teenage flexibility once again. With a show of sliding her hands from the backs of her thighs to just above her ankles, she bends herself in half and is face-to-toes with your newest accomplishment. She grins at your expression and maintains eye contact as she gives each ankle and foot several long, slow licks. Humming deeply with pleasure as she cleans herself off. Her smile only grows as she sucks lewdly on each toe individually. Once she swallows every bit and had taken several minutes to make her feet squeaky clean, she favors you with a wide, suggestive smile and says,

"What next, pal?"