Finger Fucking Friends And The Rock Band ♕

Finger Fucking Groupies on the Loose!

So this one night I got dragged out to a local bar by two of my sluttiest finger fucking friends. They wanted to go see this band that was playing. The band had five members and they were all supposed to be ridiculously hot. I have never been a “band” type of girl. They always seemed to be unkempt, with their long hair which always looked like it needed a wash. There was always a large pack of girls –  no I mean groupies –  swooning over them. It was all very trashy if you asked me.

But here I was smack dab in the middle of screaming girls all ready to just about toss their panties on the stage. They were packed in so tight that I was rubbing shoulders with strangers. I watched as my finger fucking friends cheered and high-fived as the singer got so close that when he flung his hair back out of his face a strand of sweat flung across the crowd. I almost barfed but they squealed as it struck them in the face.

Finger Flinging fucker

I was not into the singer at all. My eyes scanned the rest of the band and I had to admit that they were not so bad on the eyes. I centered my attention on one of the guitar players. His hair was neat and high and almost made him look out of place with his bandmates. He had this look about him, classic almost like James Dean. He wasn’t hopping around on the stage either but instead was sitting tapping his foot and strumming his guitar. My full attention was on him just as it was his turn to take a solo. His hands began to fly at a crazy speed as he plucked away finger fucking friends with the strings.

It was hypnotizing to watch and I found myself hyper-focused on his hands. He held the guitar so gently but completely in control. His fingers almost fluttered like the wings of a hummingbird. I watched him and parts lower in me began to tighten.

Friendly Flutter.

The show lasted another 45 minutes before the band took its bows, tossing dirty seat towels and water bottles to the crowd. One of my slutty finger fucking friends grabbed my arm and pulled me in the direction of backstage. She had of course traded one of the bouncers a glance and feel of her breast for our backstage entry. Once behind the stage, we joined a large group of girls huddled around a few dirty beat-up couches which seemed to occupy most of the band members.

I looked around my finger fucking friends were nowhere in sight and bumped into Mr. Guitar Player. I told him that I thought he did a really good job and that his hands were magical. He smiled and made a joke about me not seeing just how magical they could be. He touched the side of my face and sort of fluttered his hand down the side of my neck and along my collarbone.

Finger Fuck Me.

Soon, my knees felt weak and I almost toppled over. Next thing I knew he had me in my arms. I leaned into him thankful for the saving. His eyes met mine and they were not kind eyes, they were primal. Then I felt two things. First was his arm wrapping itself tightly around my lower back securing me in place. Secondly, I felt what seemed to be his finger fucking friend’s fingertips lightly climbing my inner thigh. Those fingers slid themselves inside my panties and began to work their magic. He stroked my most sensitive areas as easily as he had played his guitar.

The speed and strength in his hand made me open my mouth to cry out for him. He leaned in and muffled my cries with a deep kiss. Lastly, I lay in his arms spent, used up, weak, a slightly shaking slippery wet slut. He asked me if I’d like to come stay the night with him. I nodded my head at him which seemed to be the only movement I could manage, and he swept me up in his arms and carried me off.  I waved bye to my finger fucking friends.