fucking metal

You throw on your leather jacket and head out, as the venue is only a few blocks away. You have a good feeling about this gig and are positively giddy for it, music and company both. Tonight will be fun.

You walk through the old damp streets as you head for the venue, your luscious butt swaying side to side, tight black jeans leaving little to imagination. You can feel your fishnet stockings cling tightly to your luscious pale hips as black leather combat boots clack against the pavement. Your erect nipples brush against your tshirt, the mild feeling of pain sending energizing pleasure through your body. You chose not to take a bra with you tonight and you hope Steve will notice. Your choker lightly squeezes on your neck, but for your trained swimmer lungs it is far from an obstruction. You hope the choker will be replaced with hands tonight.

As you enter the venue the band is already on the stage, their angry faces shouting into the pushing crowd below them, bears and long hair swaying side to side. Their music tells of anger too - of defiance, of ****, lust, **** and madness. Villages burned to the ground by angry Valkyries. Insane alchemists distilling the blood of virgins. You love the energy, the power - here nothing is hidden, no masks, just pure emotion, including your lust. You feel the music fill you up, ecstasy and energy burning through your body. Sneakily slipping a finger into your snatch you can feel how damp it is already. The taste of your own juices is bitter too - bitter like the rain of a furious storm, not unlike that in your head right now.

You head to the bar during break, grabbing a pint of dark ale for yourself, its thick taste flowing down your throat not unlike semen. There you find Steve, a well built if short beast of a physicist in his late 20s, with long hair and a beard to match. He's your lover, though you both maintain a casual openness to your relationship, if only so that you can screw each other's friends too. Oddly enough he's surprised to see you, but he quickly apologizes by giving a strong kiss on your coal black lips, his warm tongue enjoying your wet mouth as your tongue does the same. He's been at work all day, but you don't intent to let him go anywhere else but home after.

As you rejoin the crowd together for the second half, the lights dim and a scathing symphony of darkness blasts from the speakers. You and Steve raise your arms into the air, fingers forming horns as your scream out loud. The entire experience washes over you like a cleansing wave, not unlike that of orgasm, as your head goes wild with both energy and lust. You grab one of Steve's arms and push it on your tshirt, letting him feel well your erect nipples. You slip one of your hands down his trousers and give his shaft a few good strokes, feeling it warm up and harden under your hands. Quickly taking your hand out, you wink him, kiss his lips and throw another pair of horns in the air.

As you return home, it doesn't take long before you two find yourself in your bedroom, hair still wild from the concert. You quickly take your clothes off, letting your ass and breasts breathe free. You strike up a pose and enjoy seeing Steve's shaft get hard from the sight.

You send Steve away to take a quick shower as you lay down on your bed and find one of your strap-ons. Sucking on its rubber surface for a few moments, you then stick it into your pussy, its head sliding in easily due to how went your snatch is. You work it in and our of your pussy, sending ice-shivers through your body, from both the feeling it rubbing against your pussy walls and the anticipation of how well it will feel when Steve's dick replace the strapon.

You work the strap-on in and out of your pussy faster and faster, its surface now glistening from a combination of saliva and cum, your vaginal lips feeling red hot. You can feel the dildo's large fake veins and its stiffness as you barely stop yourself from cumming at the last moment, feeling your juices drip out of your snatch and onto the bed cover.

As you pull the dildo out, Steve reemerges from the shower, clean and naked.