The concert was truly spectacular. I believe music has the power to make me forget everything, even sex. When I'm playing, nothing exists except the music, the lights, and the raw surge of the crowd. Jiro handled herself better than I expected; there's still plenty of work to do, but the girl definitely has talent. The standing ovation from the audience was breathtaking.
The show continued with a performance by that bitch Camie, my ex-girlfriend. Looking at that dumb face of hers, those heifer-like breasts, and her body squeezed into that latex bodysuit, I couldn't help but think she has no right to complain about anything I did to her. She deserved much worse.
I was in my dressing room reflecting on this mess of conflicting feelings, not even noticing that my manager, Uraraka, had entered. Then, out of nowhere, she spoke:
"Do you want to hit me a bit?"
I looked at her, convinced I'd misheard. She blushed and continued: "I saw you looking pensive, and usually, hitting me relaxes you. You promised not to violate me, but you can still give me a beating."
"Are you saying you miss being manhandled?" I asked, looking at her with burning eyes.
"The Agency pays me a lot of money to make sure you perform as a musician. So, aside from the sex, I'm still at your disposal if you need to let off steam."
"If you really want to make yourself useful with that budding slut's body of yours, then strip naked and hand me my belt."
"Naked? Why?"
"Because it gets me harder when you're naked. I'll keep my word and find someone else for the sex later. Now, strip."
She handed me the belt and, blushing furiously, took off her clothes. I have to admit, she doesn't have the proportions of Momo or Camie, but her breasts are a very full C-cup and her ass is firm and quite large. Plus, I love the contrast between her body and that innocent little face. I began lashing her thick thighs with the belt; soon enough, her legs started to tremble. I moved to her stomach—I was being "nice" so far since those aren't the most painful spots—and then I focused on hitting her breasts. That's when Uraraka started making those little whimpers that make me rock hard.
At that point, I kept lashing her with one hand while I unzipped my pants with the other. She turned pale, thinking I was about to plow her, but I'm a man of my word. I simply limited myself to painting red welts on her skin with the belt while I masturbated. I thought about that bastard Camie, every time she threw a tantrum instead of doing her duty, every time she complained. She needs a real lesson. Maybe soon.
Eventually, I ordered Uraraka to turn around and I started hitting her back even harder, letting out my frustration.
"Bring me some cute fans. And they better be *really* cute."
"Ahhhhh, yes! But please, stop!"
"You volunteered, didn't you? Anyway, go do your duty," I said magnanimously, sitting back in my chair with my cock still standing, sipping an energy drink. Uraraka scrambled to gather her clothes and ran off. When my cock is hungry, she knows she has to move fast.
***
Uraraka returned a few minutes later with the typical teenager you see at my shows. She said her name was Lucy Heartphilia—a blonde with long hair, massive tits squeezed into one of my band's t-shirts, a micro-skirt, and stiletto heels.
"Wow, I can't believe it's really you!" she chirped as Uraraka left us alone.
"You're very cute... want to kiss?" When I'm hungry for sex, I go straight to the point.
"Just like that? So direct?" she blushed.
"If you don't want to, I'll just call someone else."
"Wait, don't! Of course we can kiss!"
We locked together, and I immediately started putting my hands everywhere. Her breasts were as large as they looked, and her ass wasn't bad at all. At that point, I couldn't resist.
"You want me to fuck you?" It wasn't really a question; I was already pulling her skirt down.
She turned bright red, looking lost. "But... don't you have a girlfriend?"
"Yeah, but she's not here and I have needs. You should be happy I chose you."
That thought brought an embarrassed smile to Lucy's face, and she let me strip her docilly. Her breasts were truly massive; she was a top-tier piece of ass. She was clearly still very shy, so I decided to rev her up a bit—not because I care about her pleasure, but because I need her nice and wet. I held her tight and began sucking the nipples of those heavy mounds while one hand squeezed her cheeks and the other ferociously worked her vagina.
The little slut panted and clung to me, telling me to go slower, but I had no intention of doing that. The second I felt she was wet enough, I grabbed Lucy by the hair and forced her into a ninety-degree position, giving her just enough time to brace herself against the wall. She whispered something about not being ready or it being her first time, but my cock was too hard to listen. I gripped those huge cheeks firmly, and my marble-hard rod slid into her, meeting a bit of resistance that my thrusts easily conquered. She began to scream from both pain and pleasure as my relentless mounting continued. Lucy needs to learn that when I need to ride, she needs to submit.
After about fifteen minutes, the pleasure seemed to take over. Her core, which I must have penetrated over a thousand times by now with my incessant thrusting, began to get properly soaked. Only then did the cow turn around and ask if I was wearing a condom. For an answer, I just started slapping her ass again and told her not to break the rhythm. Lucy froze, so I leaned over her, fondling her heavy tits while my cock kept hammering away.
Part of the girl wanted to push me away, but another part was wet and turned on. As for me, I just enjoyed those breasts and her hot, tight pussy wrapped around my shaft. When I felt my powerful erection begin to pulse, I licked the young heifer's neck, preparing for the spurt. Precise as a clock, my cock flooded her womb with a massive amount of prime seed.
I waited until every last drop had entered her. Then I stood up to get a drink, while she collapsed to her knees—half worried, half satisfied: her shameful vagina dripping a mixture of her own juices and my cum.
"My manager will give you the morning-after pill. I was happy to be your first time."
Lucy looked at me with a mix of gratitude and shock. I leaned in and gave her a kiss, wearing that "Prince Charming" face that girls love so much. Our eyes met, and she suddenly perked up, as if I'd done her some great honor.
I don't think I'll ever truly understand women, but as long as they let me fuck them, I don't really care.