Lips to Die for

The crowd went wild when Natasha Belov stepped out on stage. There had been cheering for the rest of the band members, sure, but Natasha was the real star of the show. It wasn’t hard to see why. The lead singer of The Punk Service was a truly special beauty, in the grand tradition of big-titty goth girls. Wavy jet-black hair, high cheekbones, plump black lips. And that was just her face. The real showstopper was her body. Tits bulging outward to truly epic proportions, and an ass to match. Even though she was Russian, she could easily go toe-to-toe with the best Slutavin slut from Segia. The audience clearly recognized that fact, and their cheers only got more deafening as she strutted about the stage.

I watched the whole thing from the luxury private box reserved for my personal use. The Punk Service was one of my favorite bands, after all. The guitarist Yuri Sidirov and drummer Ivan Vasiliev were true geniuses, and even though she was just a slut, Natasha did have quite the voice on her. An incredible voice, in fact. Unfortunately, the general lack of foreign visitors on the island extended to touring bands. It had taken some… arrangements… to get the band to come to Segia. I was sure Natasha was very confused why the Russian Mafia had kidnapped her mother to **** her to perform in some random Caribbean island. But I wanted this concert, and so I got it.

Besides, it was a great opportunity for the grand opening of the newly-renovated Armand Segeste Stadium, whose work had been funded by the bill that I had passed, D1454. The luxurious box I now occupied was a feature I had specifically requested. The entire stadium was now great for concerts and sports games, and I planned to bring in plenty more events.

My attention was drawn back to the stage when Natasha removed the robe she had been wearing, causing an explosion of noise from the crowd. It was all down to the outfit she was wearing. The bikini was nothing crazy for Segia, and the cut would even have been standard on a beach in LA or Ibiza. Having provided it myself, I had decided not to push her too far just yet. Natasha had cultivated the image of a tease, but also a strong and independent ‘girlboss’ type. The most scandalous part of the outfit was the cow-print pattern of the bikini. To let the world know that this feminist was really just a bimbo cow, even if they didn’t recognize it just yet. Natasha had thrown a hissy-fit upon seeing it, apparently, but one pic of mummy dearest naked and tied up and she had been much more willing.

Liza tried to pick her head up from my cock to see what all the cheering was about, but my hand on her head prevented her from doing so. “Not so fast, slut,” I told her. “Your only job is blowing me right now, ignore everything else.”

She went back to her task with renewed enthusiasm. She had been blowing me since we got here twenty minutes ago. And in my Bugatti on the way over. And that was after I had fucked her tits back at her bungalow. And before that, we- well, you get the point. Now that Liza was fully under my thrall, I could drop the pretense of taking her on dates for her ‘enjoyment’, and just use her as what she really was; arm candy and a fuckdoll.

The drum struck out a beat, and then the electric guitar joined in. Finally, this concert was getting started. There hadn’t even been any live music during the opener, just a performance from one of SWU’s cheer squads. As fun as it was to watch, it was not what I was here for. No, I thought as Natasha’s devilishly sexy voice joined in, that is what I’m here for. Then she began dancing, an electrifying, fast-paced routine that really got her tits bouncing. And that.

Motivated by the sensual dancing, I became a bit more rough with Liza, forcing her deeper and deeper. Her red lipstick left rings of her progress every time I allowed her to pull back. And each time my cockhead reached some yet-unexplored depth of her throat, she came harder. I fell into a pounding rhythm, unconsciously synchronizing with the beat of the song. And as the music continued, as the lyrics got racier and racier and Natasha danced more and more provocatively, I got progressively rougher with Liza. Finally, when the song reached its explosive finish and Natasha held both hands in the air, tits shaking at the crowd, I came down my bitch’s throat. Then I cast her to the ground, leaving her to lie there in a state of delirious bliss until my cock had need of her again.

The concert continued. It was truly a sight to see. Musically, it was near perfect. And Natasha had the raw sexuality to make the whole thing a real spectacle. I enjoyed the whole thing immensely, as Liza could attest to. I really put that slut through the wringer. And she loved every second of it.

Finally, we got to the part of the show I had been waiting for. They had just finished their set, and made a show of leaving the stage, before the wild fans called them back for an encore. A traditional bit of theater. They were just now getting into their most popular song, Lips to Die for. It was about a teen boy led on by an older girl, who strung him along with ever-increasing teasing, until finally she convinced him to meet her in an abandoned warehouse for a blowjob, where she murdered him.

I had let Liza take a rest for this one. My full focus was directed toward the performance. Natasha turned her teasing up to eleven, basically acting out every act she performed and promised to perform on the boy, with plenty of other provocative dancing besides. It was less sexual than a Segian routine would have been, but it was probably that just-out-of-reach aspect that got the audience going so crazy over it. Segian sluts were never out of reach. When the guitar solo started, it reminded me that there was a reason I loved this band besides the hot singer.

But that hot singer returned to the center of my attention when she reached the end of the song. She acted out pulling down the pants of the poor teen, and then leaning forward to give his cockhead a kiss. But as she pulled out the prop-knife concealed in the back of her bikini top, she accidentally ripped the string, causing her whole top to fall off. Her glorious tits were revealed to the world. Panicked, she attempted to cover them, but her arms arms could barely cover any of the ginormous titflesh. She just ended up making them look all the more sexy, with all the titflesh spilling to the side.

And anyway, it didn’t matter. Her delicious melons had already been captured on video, and were all over the internet at this point. Some of those cameras were professional TV quality ones, zoomed in and focused to capture the exact moment of the wardrobe malfunction. For I had had them set up. Just as I had orchestrated this ‘malfunction’.

And now it was time for me to swoop in and claim this humiliated slut for myself.

Security proved no obstacle to getting backstage. That was to be expected; all of the guards were my men. I had only allowed the admission to Segia of the band members and a few other essential personnel, not any bodyguards.

I ignored our hectic surroundings as I casually made my way to where I knew I would find Natasha. It was a different case for Liza, walking by my side. Her head was constantly turning this way and that, taking in all the chaotic glamor of the backstage of a rock concert. This one was different than most, of course, considering pretty much all the men who were not working were making use of one of the slaves I had ensured were provided. I even spotted two of the band members spitroasting a bitch, while each also received a rimjob. I was glad to see they were adapting quickly.

Plenty of eyes were also turning towards Liza as we walked. While the sight of a well-used slut was not at all uncommon these days in Segia, Liza looked like she had been made use of by the entire stadium, judging by the amount of cum on her. And her dress was damaged beyond all hope of repair. Of course, part of the staring was also due to her remarkable beauty, somewhat concealed as it was by all my cum. To her credit, Liza didn’t look the slightest bit self-conscious.

The door to the suite of rooms I had assigned Natasha was attended by a burly security guard. He stepped aside to let me through, even holding the door open. The chaos inside was even more palpable than it had been outside. Female attendants were dashing to and fro, all looking wildly confused about what exactly to do in this situation. All the while, Natasha was sitting in her diva chair, bawling into her hands. She still had on the cow print bikini, which had been hastily repaired, I was confused for a second as to why, until I remembered that I– I mean, the Mafia– had forbidden her to wear anything else except the robe that she had walked on stage with for the entire time she was on Segia. What a wonderful call that had been.

“Natasha Belov?” I said to get her attention.

She turned toward me, looking through her teary purple eyes. “You are Leonardo Segeste, yes?” She said in a thick Russian accent. “I am sorry for ruining the concert and bringing shame to your country. Now tens of millions will see my embarrassment!”

I laughed cruelly. “Hundreds of millions. The video of your little ‘incident’ already has 97 million retweets. And that’s just on Twitter.” She started crying harder. “Well, I wouldn’t worry about Segia. The whole thing is really quite in line with our reputation, actually. Especially considering the size of your tits.”

She looked up sharply at that. “What did you say?”

I didn’t back down, completely unfazed by her pathetic attempt at an intimidating stare. “You understood me perfectly well, slut. Your English is good enough. You know, I think this whole thing will be quite good for our reputation, actually. Segia, the place where that uppity Russian punk bitch was taught her place.”

She pressed against her chair in shock. I could see in her eyes that she was finally putting two and two together. “Wait… were you the one that had my mother kidnapped?! This whole thing is your doing!”

“Took you long enough, cow.” That particular word seemed to offend her especially. “Yes, I kidnapped your whore mother, and **** you to come perform in Segia, and made you wear that slut costume, and made sure it would break. Now, thank me, slut.”

Before, she had been outraged. Now she was irate. “THANK YOU?!! I SHOULD–”

“You should thank me.” When I cut her off, she couldn’t help but shut up. “I taught you some humility, after all. And helped show the world your true self. And even made sure your mother was… pleasurably entertained.”

“PLEASURABLY ENTERTAINED?!!! YOU MEAN SHE WAS ****, YOU PIG?!!!”

I held up a hand, and she stopped talking without even realizing why. I had always been good at shutting bitches up, an eternally useful skill. Then I pulled out my phone. “****? Well, maybe it was **** at first, but you could hardly call it that now.” I played the video I had cued up, of her mother enthusiastically blowing a man whose head was out of frame, simultaneously jerking off two more. She had no words for that.

“See?” I told her. “I ensured your mother is having a wonderful time. So you really should be thanking me. Liza, dear, why don’t you demonstrate a proper Segian thank you?”

Natasha started, finally noting the beautiful cum-soaked woman that had been standing by my side. Understandable. I tended to command a bitch’s full attention, and Natasha had been in a fairly high-stress situation. Well, she certainly noticed when Liza crouched down in front of me and whipped out my monstercock. Her gasp of lust-filled shock was testament enough to that.

Natasha watched with open-mouthed fascination as Liza began fellating the bitchbreaker that she was now extremely familiar with. Natasha couldn’t seem to look away, her eyes following Liza’s tongue while it ran along the rim of my cockhead. And when Liza started taking my shaft deeper and deeper, she audibly swallowed. All the while, I looked on in amusement.

Natasha could only go so long watching Liza’s lips get closer and closer to the base of my cock before getting very aroused. And once she was aroused enough, her hand couldn’t help but sneak down into her cow print bikini bottom and right to her dripping cunt. I made a point of focusing my eyes on Liza, so the whore would think she was touching herself unobserved. So it was that the lead singer of The Punk Service fingerfucked herself while watching me get blown by my cum-covered slut.

Given that this had been my aim all along, I did not let the blowjob reach its completion. Rather, I waited until Natasha was right on the brink of orgasm, and then looked her straight in the eye. She stopped pistoning her fingers out of her fuckhole, looking to all the world like a deer in headlights. I chuckled. “Want to come over and give thanking me a try, slut?”

Caught in her shameful act, and right on the edge of cumming her brains out, she couldn’t resist. I shoved Liza away to make room, and Natasha fell to her knees, completely entranced by my 14-inch monstercock. Ever so tentatively, she stretched out her tongue to lick off a dollop of precum. Then she nearly collapsed to the ground, screaming out her orgasm from the taste alone.

Despite the overpowering climax she had just experienced, Natasha was quick to return to my cock. Or maybe because of the overpowering climax. Regardless, her lips stretched over my cockhead, stretching out to a big O as she attempted to cram my entire dick into her mouth. Lips to die for, indeed. She eventually managed it, before cramming an impressive four inches down her throat. Impressive for a first timer, anyway. Liza could get ten without help by now.

I decided that help was exactly the thing Natasha needed. So I took hold of her head and **** her down another few inches. The sensation of my cock hitting the back of her throat unsurprisingly led to her squirting into her bikini bottom again. I let out a low groan as her spasming mouth gave me an excellent massage.

“You are an eager little slut, aren’t you, cow?” I asked provocatively.

This seemed to draw her out of her haze of lust, and those violet eyes glared up at me. She tried to bring her head up to respond, but my hand on her scalp kept her at her task. With my encouragement, she returned sucking, twice as eager as before. As much as she might feign anger, I knew my comment was deeply arousing to her.

Her renewed commitment allowed me to **** myself deeper and deeper down her gullet. Her bulging lips left rings of black lipstick every time I allowed her to pull her head back, joining Liza’s red ones. I made a point to try to beat Liza’s lowest ring, pushing Natasha to do so. Her makeup, already a ruin from her crying fit, now made her look like a back-alley whore who had been throatfucked all night. Still, I pushed her further.

“GLUKH! GLUKH! GLUKH! GLUKH!”

I turned to Liza. This was her final real test; could she accept me fucking another bitch right in front of her? I was not disappointed by my newly-trained fuckdoll. Oh sure, she looked like she wished she was in Natasha’s place, and also worried that Natasha would beat her deepthroat record, but all that was to be expected. She was not uncomfortable or upset. Truly, her training was complete.

Natasha, meanwhile, had a long way to go. She was a quick study, though. I finally managed to get a black ring past the last red one, causing a victorious sort of huff from my new slut. With this hurdle overcome, I changed my angle of attack, going for speed rather than depth. This really revealed how much of an inner slut Natasha was, among the biggest I had ever seen. For while she had been cumming repeatedly before, by now she was reaching shattering peak after shattering peak in quick succession, without me even using my powers.

By the time I was ready to release my seed, I was confident I had made significant progress toward making her fully mine. I groaned out, “Take my fucking cum, you BIMBO COW!”

My cum spilled out of her throat, around the nearly airtight seal of her lips around my cock. It also came spurting out of her nostrils, destroying her face even more. And that was only the first bit. Once I pulled out and sprayed all over her body, she was completely coated in the stuff. Everything from her hair to her tits to her cow print bikini bottom took on that distinctive off-white tone, such a common sight on sluts the world over. I even set a few spurts in Liza’s direction, for good measure.

“Alright, bitches. Time to clean off my cock.”

My two sluts did just that, each rushing to get their tongue over every inch of my cock, leaving not a drop of seed untouched. They left the cum on their bodies, of course. Cum always stayed on a bitch unless I ordered otherwise.

Finally, I rose, and pulled two things out of my pocket. A cow ear headband. And a cow-tail buttplug. First, I put the headband on Natasha’s head. Then I had her turn around, staying on her hands and knees with her ass facing me.

“Tell me what you are, slut.”

As I pulled down her bikini bottom and shoved the buttplug up her puckered asshole, Natasha revealed just how far a simple facefucking had taken her. “Ahh! I’m a slut! I’m a dumb bimbo cow! I’m a cocksLEEEEEEVE!”

Done, I got up. “Yes, that’s a good name for you. You’re not Natasha Belov anymore. From now on, your name is Cocksleeve.”

I pulled out a few more things from my other pocket. Two collars, with leashes attached. Attaching them to my two bitches, I started to walk to the back door, with them crawling behind me. But before I left, I turned to the all-female audience of attendants I had attracted, all left speechless at my ultimate display of masculinity. “That’s what a true man looks like, sluts. Remember that, because you’re never going to see one again. Oh, and never breathe a word of this to anyone. Or it will mean your life.” I was entirely confident they would obey. I had Commanded it, after all.

As I walked out the door, Cocksleeve let out a long “Mooooooooo!”