On a mission to get my pussy piped down
I went to the most incredible festival in town last night. I decided to not go with any of my friends since they always get sour when their boyfriends check me out. Besides, if I was going to get a hot guy to pipe me down, then going with my friends wouldn’t have helped me. So I dressed like a very naughty girl in black fishnets, silver booty shorts, and a silver bra. Even though I was a bit nervous about going by myself, It was clear that I could no longer wait for my boyfriend. He wouldn’t be back until March, and I’m in desperate need of cock now.
Continuously craving cock
I’m sure just about anyone would feel bad for my boyfriend if they knew what a little slut I am. I’ve been a good girl since he left 3 months ago. Usually, I’m the type of girl that needs a variety of cock to dick me down better than the last to satisfy all my needs. While walking into the festival, I noticed every guy had their eyes locked on me. I just ignored them and began my night double fisting a peach kamikaze and some Don Julio. Weird mix, right? And at this point, I could feel my alcohol rising throughout my body; to be quite honest, I was a little buzzed.
Bored, tipsy, and horny.
So, I made my way around the festival, trying to hunt down the right guy. Consequently, I didn’t like any of the guys that I saw. I continued walking around, apart from being disappointed in the selection of the men everywhere. Eventually, I stopped to make conversation with random people, and I was having a good time. I had lost hope in getting my pussy piped down and was already decided to leave even though I still hadn’t made my way to the main stage. I felt hopeless standing in the middle of a festival buzzed and horny with no hot guys around.
Will this get any worse?
Therefore, I started making my way to the main stage. It’s so nice to be as petite as I am because it’s easier for me to make my way into the crowd. Some girl began talking my ear off, emphasizing how she admired my outfit. And at the same time, I had some random guy blowing his E-cig in my face, trying to grab on my hip and grope my ass. Even though I was horny, I wasn’t going to allow this freak to pipe my pussy down tonight. If I’m going to be cheating on my boyfriend, I’m going to make it worthwhile.
I found him, and now I need him.
The lights dimmed down. Everybody screamed. A shadow emerged onto the stage, background images lit up all around the DJ. He placed his hands on the turntables. Slowly raising our adrenaline, the beat dropped, and everybody went wild. When he said jump, we jumped; if he told us to scream, we screamed. I couldn’t help but feel highly attracted to the DJ. He was so hot. While I looked into his eyes, I danced to his music and felt that I was his little slave. I love the idea of worshipping him; I wanted him. In fact, I was now on a mission to get my pussy piped down by the DJ.
Take me and do whatever you want to me.
Luckily, I know all the staff at these venues. So my buddy gave me a VIP pass to go on back. Meanwhile, the sexy DJ came off stage, saluting the crowd behind him. He was backstage, sweating and drenched. I observed him as he changed his shirt and wiped his face clean with a hot towel. My eyes stared at his rock-hard abs. The ones I will touch later tonight. He stared up at me, into my eyes. And at this moment, I knew he could tell I was ready to be devoured. He knew I wanted my pussy piped down by him.
For the best phone sex call & fuck this festival whore. Let me be your sex slave.
