Band Girl - Sex Stories

Band Girl

... body, with the two other boys painting her face and tits with their loads. She looked completely like a well-used slut, wearing only her socks, shoes, and collar, all while shamelessly moaning about how she was born to take cock. Never caring about how she was getting filmed. Not even caring about the fact that this video would be sent to her childhood friend.

Christ, I hadn't thought about that. She

knew.

While filming this, she knew her boyfriend already promised to send me this. Her moans… she knew I'd be hearing them. That was so insane. I watched as Travis fucked her for, I hated to admit, an impressive amount of time, all while jacking off and shooting a second, and then eventually a third load, watching Karly be treated like the slut she clearly wanted nothing more than to be.

Eventually, Travis pulled out of her, revealing a mess of white goo inside her pussy. Travis came inside her, and clearly gave her more than one orgasm in the process. Karly's eyes were half-closed and dreamy, her face covered with drying spunk, her hair a mess, her face flushed, at least the parts of her face that were still visible. Travis and his bandmates were breathing heavily, with some putting their pants back on. Travis himself was still standing in front of the spent Karly, and the camera shot was still on her.

"What's this?" Travis asked, touching her neck and feeling the leather.

"My collar," Karly obediently answered, as if this was a little mantra of ...

... theirs.

"And what does it mean?"

"It means that I belong to you, Travis," Karly answered in a rehearsed yet gleeful voice.

"And what do you do for me?" he quizzed.

"Whatever you want me to do," she answered diligently. "I will satisfy you every day, I will satisfy anyone you want me to, and I will always be there to fulfill any need you have."

"And how do I reward you?" he asked.

"With mind-altering orgasms, all the dicks I could ever want, and tasty cum," she replied dreamily.

Travis pursed his lips. "Mind… numbing," he corrected her with a stern voice.

Karly's resolve temporarily broke. "Mind-numbing," she repeated eagerly.

"'Mind-altering' is a pretty good answer too," one of the bandmates quipped from off-camera.

Travis ignored him. "You can stand," he told her, and when she did, he got a towel from nearby and cleaned her off. He even made her suck some of the globs of cum off of the towel after he cleaned her. Holy shit.

After he was done, he kissed her on the forehead again. "You're the world's best girlfriend," he told her in a warm voice. Then, to my utter shock, he broke out in a bashful smile. "You okay?"

"Oh yeah," she replied without skipping a beat, beaming at him.

"We weren't too rough on you, or…?"

She shook her head. "I told you, I love it," she answered him. "Besides, I know the safe word."

"Still," he said hesitantly, then looked at the camera. "Are you still recording?"

"Well… yeah," the cameraman clumsily replied, and ...