You tell him you are a man.

“Whatever dude, I have a cock too.” You fire back at him with a big smile.

“So I'll just have to stick my cock up your delicious ass then.” He replies and pulls you across the chair into his isle. “Let's go to the bathroom so I can pound the fuck out of your tight sexy ass.

“You think I'm sexy?” You answer with a little burp.

“Dude you are the hottest bitch in here.” He says, taking your hand and leading you through the crowd of people. You follow along feeling a mix of excitement, fear, and of course drunken stupor. He takes you to the bathroom and inside, a couple of girls or whatever are kissing on the counter and another man dressed in a skirt is taking a piss. He takes you into the handicapped stall that is a bit bigger than the others and pulls the door closed behind you. “Here put your hands on the rail here. Then I am going to rail you.” He laughs quite pleased with his stupid pun, as you grab hold of the metal rails on either side of the toilet that is now below you. Then he reaches up your tiny skirt and yanks down your panties. Pulling them all the way off, he helps you step out of them then hangs them carefully over the little coat hook that is on the back of the door. Turning his attention back to you, he surprises you a little by dropping to his knees and licking your asshole. This causes you to moan and squirm a little, but it does feel kind of good, enough so to get your skirt tenting by your hardening cock. “Tastes good. I could eat you up.” He mutters between munching and lapping at your hole, stretching and probing with his tongue and fingers while he does. Finally satisfied he stands back up, and you feel a pressure you weren't expecting, well not exactly. I mean it isn't like you didn't know he was about to fuck you up the ass, but somehow it didn't quite register till the head of his cock had slipped into your asshole, that you were the bitch here.

“Oh my.” You gasp as his head slips in.

“You are so tight. Uugh.” He grunts, taking hold of your slender hips, your back arching with the effort of his forward thrust. “Oh ya.” The head of his cock pushes deeper a bit before encountering more resistance. The whole thing has you panting and biting your lip. Again he pushes deeper driving into you slowly before it gets to tight.

Reaching back you put your hand on his, “Wait. Stop.” He listens and stops pushing forward, but is way to intent on fucking you, so rather than pull back out he just pumps into you at that depth making you start to utter a low moan and something very similar to, “Eeh eeh eeh.” Then he stops again and drives forward digging another three or so inches deeper before once again pumping at that depth. “Yeh yeh oh oh.” You can't even believe what you are saying, it isn't really speech but you have to do it.

“Almost there.” He says after a third bout of digging deeper. Then something inside finally gives and in one slow push he drives all the way in. As he does you look down across your tiny slender body and see a little bulge in your tummy almost pushing out your navel. The piercing there stands out glittering in the little light of the bathroom and he starts pumping your hole. You can't take your eyes off of it slithering inside of you like a snake or something. You don't even have any idea what you are saying while he fucks away, his legs slapping against your ass with each thrust for several minutes. “Ooh I am gonna cum.” He says finally and pulls out his long thin cock. Your knees weak, you nearly collapse as he pulls out. He grabs his cock and turns you around. As you do you are suddenly face to face with a foot long cock.

“Holy shit.” You gasp and he sends a stream across your face hitting you right below the eye. “Oh no you don't.” Grabbing the monster you stop the second stream from splattering on you by taking the tip into your mouth. The blast fills your mouth and you get to taste the salty mess before you can gulp it down. The third one is a bit less, but fills your cheeks all the same. This time he decides to let go of his cock and grab your face instead. As you gulp down the sloppy snack he adds his cock to the mix and pushes it down your throat in a single push. But your body decides it has had enough of this particular piece of meat and your body spasms just enough to cause your feet to kick out from under you and plop onto the toilet. His cock springs free and the last three blasts of cum hit you in the face, chest, and stomach.

“Better wash that off.” He says laughing and flips you over. Just like some stupid school yard bully he jams your head into the toilet and flushes it. You receive a nice disgusting swirly and just for good measure he pushes his slowly softening cock back into your ass for a second time deciding your soaking filthy body is to good to pass up even if his cock was finished. He lasts for a good three or four long pumps before his wet rod slips out of your hole on it's own. Letting go of you, he lets you fall to the floor and sit in a pool of toilet water and cum. “You were a good fuck slut. If you ever want to be my cum dumpster again just call.” With that he tosses a business card on you. It sticks to your filthy top and you wipe your face off with your slender sexy hands, makeup running down your face.

Spitting a couple of times you call after him, “Thanks asshole.” But sitting there you can't help but feel sort of high. “Guess I am still drunk.” You say still spitting. Then looking down you see your costume is simply ruined. 'At least I took some more clothes.' You think to yourself, “Fuck I guess I should go back to my bike. When I get home I am taking an hour long shower.” Oddly enough as you say that you get a flash as if a memory, not of your home but of some little tiny apartment that is all pink and black. “What?” You ask yourself. Rising to your feet you pull on the only piece of clothes that aren't wet and filthy, your little panties that he so nicely hung up for you. Stepping out of the stall you notice another thing. The music isn't playing any more. The concert is over. “Awe man I have a back stage pass and everything.” Looking your filthy dripping self over you try to decide if you want to try to get back stage to meet Gwen or go out and change.