So you're a throatfuck guy? Like it really rough guy?

The teenage music sensation licks your shaft. Running her tongue from the underside of your bulbous mushroom head all the way down to your balls. Her wide pink lips plan wet kisses all over your cock though the busty beauty has to stop and smack her lips when she feels your odorous residue clinging to her lips.

"Ew." She sputters. "It's almost... tangy."

While tries to get that tastebud ruining taste from her mouth, one of the sound techs pokes his head in.

"Hey Billie, we're ready whenever you are." He doesn't seem phased by your presence at all.

"Ack!" She gags again, trying to get a lumpy dingleberry free of her throat. "Alright. I'm just helping out a fan. I'll be done soon."

"Alright. Do what you gotta do. We'll be waiting. Your fans are going nuts." Indeed, with the door open, the booming of so many voices is much louder. He waves at you and shuts the door with a pleasant smile.

Billie coughs a lump of old cockslime into her palm. "Dude... you ever hear of bathing?"

"You gonna keep complaining or start sucking? The longer it takes me to blow, the longer your fans have to wait." You remind her of the screaming fans waiting for her. Sounds like they're already growing impatient.

"Whatever, dude. I said I'd suck it, so shut the fuck up." She says somewhat playfully.

She opens her mouth wide and inch by throbbing sweaty inch, your cock vanishes into her cavernous mouth. Her soft pink lips stretch around your girth as she cranes her neck to swallow your beastly member. She gets a more than halfway before you hear that telltale gag.

"ULP!" Her progress stops with the head of your cock lingering at the back of her throat. Your cockslime is painting her tongue with scuzzy cockfilth and the heady aroma stings her eyes, causing her mascara to run. She blinks at you, cheeks turning bright pink, before she pulls back with a disgusting slurp.

"How was that?" She says with a nasally voice. Billie might deny it but you can see in her eyes, she wants your praise for performing this disgusting task. Somehow Blowjob Heaven has warped her mind so that the young popstar wants the approval of an overweight loser who believed bathing was for special occassions; like birthdays or February 29th. Will wonders never cease?

Though her warm mouth certainly sent a tingle through your balls and your shaft was already painfully erect due to her teasing mouth, you can't deny you're just a little deepthroat that your cockhead only kissed the back of her throat and hadn't been sheathed inside it.

"I thought you were a bad guy, Billie. You can do better." You say with a devilish glint in your eye. You put your hand on the back of her head, though you can tell, she's trying to maintain dominance with her sexy glare. You waste no time putting her in her place.

You **** her head down a little further until you reach that throat barrier at the source of her amazing vocal talent. Her eyes meet yours for sympathy, but both of you know what's cumming next. Subtly hardly being your strong suit you grab her ponytail nubs with both hands. They make excellent handles. She squirms at first, but moments later, you cockstab her throat until you can feel it clinging around your cock like that pair of socks you always "borrowed" from your sister (only to return later, crusty and stale enough to stand on their own).

"GGrkk! G..grrkk!" Billie says around your cock. Her puckering lips stretch around the base of yoru cock, giving Billie a surprisingly sexy but dopey look to her. Her croaks and gurgles are almost musical, but they only come out when your cock isn't completely blocking her airflow. After a few minutes of increasingly faster facehumping, Billie's face is a pinkish-red mess of sweat, ballsoup, and foamy saliva. Her pretty teen face meets your greasy pubes faster than her career has skyrocketed and you can tell from her whistling nostrils that she's trying hard to breath even as your cockslop is sucked into her sinuses.

Her hands tighten on your hips, long nails dimpling your skin. She makes a sloppy plea for freedom, her eyes bloodshot and informing you that this was far out of her comfort zone.

"GUURrrkkk!" Billie explains.

You grin at her. "God damn, Billie. You really know how to make a guy blow, starin at me with those 'ocean eyes'."

"GGRRRKKK!" Billie's throat sounds like the shitty ignition in that old beat-up Saturn you used to drive. Her throat feels amazing squeezing and pulsating around your cock. Too bad Billie isn't having as much fun as you. It's like you died and went to heaven. Again.

The dressing room door opens and one of the venue's crew members pokes his head in. "Hey Billie, everything okay? We're about twenty minutes late from show time."

"She's doing g-gg-great!"NNGHHH! NNGGGGHHH! NGHNG! HNNNHNNHNNHH!" You groan faster and faster, vigorously fucking the pop singer's face and threatening to give her a concussion with your hefty beer belly.

He looks a little nervous, but he nods. "Okay, well... uh... just come on out whenever you're ready, B. I'll have the DJ keep the audience busy.

Neither you or Billie gives a shit what he does as he slinks outside the room.

"GRKGRKGRKGRKGRKGRK!" She gags in sloppy triplets, heaving on your cock and bathing your crotch in syrupy gunk that spills down her chin and stains her top until you can see it clinging to her hard nipples. Her face is turning purple now and it reminds you of that candid pic you found during a random internet fap search where Billie's head was a sharp shade of purple like those slutty goth girls you loved back in high school. Her eyelids flutter out (a sure sign you're about to cum. Right?) and her grip on your thighs weakens while the roar of her fans grows louder.

You imagine they're cheering for you, encouraging some sloppy fucker to throatfuck their idol into oblivion. She pukes and splutters on your crotch so now your hairy thighs are freshly sticky with a different kind of slop. Either way, it'll make an excellent broth for your nutsack to stew in once you've got your sweatpants back on.

"Oooooonnngggg fuuukfuckfuck!" You growl as Billie's fans cheer. Her lips pull back an inch before slamming to your base again and again. You hilt in her mouth so fast, your balls are swinging against her chin like a pair of sticky wet tennis balls. You feel your balls start to swell and immense pleasure shoots through you causing you to clench your thighs and buttcheeks before unloading a massive load of baby goo into Billie Eilish's award winning throat. "GGAAHHHH!"

Your own eyes flutter and the lights seem to flicker as you dump sour-salty gobs of jizz into her skull, pumping her stomach full of nauseating jism, keeping your cock locked in place while you jam her face into your crotch. You hunch over and nearly fall. You use the vanity to keep your balance while the rest of your load is drained from your cock. Billie swallows it down, her body's survival instinct kicking in to keep the teenager from drowning in your spunk.

When you finally let her head up, ropes of nut are swinging from her chin and nose like stretchy stalactites. Your cock is absolutely coated in cockslime and cum and Billie's off-white mess. It's impossible to see your jutting pink veins underneath all that scummy cock crud and it drips onto your shoes like wet pancake batter.

THIP! THIP! You smack Billie's face a few times for good measure, leaving a cocky imprint on both of her cheeks before you release your hold on her and let her breath.

"Thanks, Billie... That wasn't bad at all."