Heavy Metal Sissy Whore
by Tanya Sissipus
"Finally!" Hot, sweaty, and more than just a little irritable, I jumped to my feet before anybody could take my place in line. The radio CLAIMED it was only 90 degrees out, but I'd have sworn it was closer to 120 -- and I mean in the shade! As if that weren't bad enough, we were on the sunny side of the arena, left to bake against the concrete wall for the past three hours. However, there WERE only 20 people ahead of us -- and that made it all worth it.
Hmm, the crazy, stupid things we'll do to get an inch closer to the stage.
"Got your ticket, Rick?"
Feeling a rough jab in my side, I looked back over my shoulder to meet my brother's idiotic grin. "Hey," I told him, "I ain't half as stupid as you look." The two of us had never been friends, but had grown close enough to trade good-natured insults without taking offense. Hell, we'd spent most of our childhood beating the shit out of each other, so this was probably about the best we could expect.
"Ah, screw off, ya loser."
The guy ahead of me had just stepped through the turnstile, so I was forced to ignore Dave's witty comeback. As the usher handed back my half of the ticket, he sighed. "Step up and to your right for a moment, please." Shit, on the job for two minutes, and the guy was already sick of it. Any other time, I would have made some kind of sarcastic remark, but I had other things on my mind -- mainly, the cute little brunette ahead of me.
Demonstrating with her walkie-talkie, she said "Raise your arms."
"Sure." I smiled, hardly able to believe this petite thing was actually a security guard. In a decent pair of heels, she might stand as tall as 5 foot 6, but couldn't have weighed more than 90 pounds soaking wet. Her face was cute, if not beautiful, but her tits were huge and her legs long. Not exactly someone you'd want protecting you in a riot, but I assumed that's what her bearded giant of a partner was for.
"Spread your legs." Damn, she didn't have to ask ME twice! Still smiling, I did exactly as she asked. That, I suspected was her real purpose -- to make people comfortable as she performed the easy friskings. Her partner was there to handle the rougher, scarier looking guys -- which I was amused to see included my brother.
Catching a quick glimpse of the name scratched into her walkie-talkie, I smiled. "So, you come here often, Dawn?" I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when she ignore me.
Suddenly, she froze, her soft hands on either side of my chest and a suspicious look on her face. "Ah, would you mind raising your shirt?"
I started to comply, until I realized exactly what she'd discovered!
"Hey," I asked, blushing, "is that, um, really necessary?" Suddenly, the delicate lace of my panties felt unbearably itchy, my bra obscenely tight, and my painted toenails way too slick. Over the past few months, wearing my sissy things had become second nature to me, so I'd slipped into my black underthings that morning without even thinking about it. "It's . . . um, not a weapon," I assured her nervously. "You can take my word on it."
"I know," she smirked. Then, pulling me to lean closer, she whispered in my ear. "Just curious as to the colour."
A few seconds later, I was rushing down the hall alongside my brother, listening to him complain about how lucky I was. Dave had been stuck with the hairy, 300-pound beast, whom I suspected hadn't been nearly as gentle -- or half as exciting. More than that, though, I was pretty sure he'd have been a lot less discreet too. So, for that reason alone, I agreed -- and gloated about it just long enough to be REALLY obnoxious.
"Saints and sinners!" Screaming along with the rest of the crowd, I pumped my fist in the air as we all cried "Something wicked!" The next line, however, never made it past my lips, even though we'd joined in on the chorus a dozen times now. Instead, something else in the dark, smoky, noisy arena had captured my attention.
"Hey! Over here!" The gal beside me was shrieking at the top of her lungs, but even I could barely hear her. Jumping up and down -- and brushing against me every time! -- the teenaged blonde was flashing her tits in a desperate effort to get the lead singer's attention. She wasn't exactly a babe, but even the most average pair of breasts can become a spectacle under those circumstances. Fortunately for her -- assuming she might have cared, that is -- everyone else was busy singing along with the band.
I, on the other hand, had an absolutely PERFECT view.
As soon as we had reached the floor, Dave and I split up to fight for our own place near the front of the crowd. Where he'd ended up, I had no idea, but I'd made it right to the stage. Once there, I'd refused to give up an inch of space, but hadn't been able to refuse my giddy little neighbour. I mean, she didn't take up much room, and she felt damn nice next to me. For a while, I'd actually forgotten she was there, but her naked tit smacking against my elbow was all the reminder I needed!
"Aiiieeee!" She'd finally captured the lead singer's attention, earning a smile and a wink from a long-haired guy old enough to be her father. Hell, these guys had been favourites of mine during MY high-school days! But, a celebrity is a celebrity, and few seem to earn such blatant worship as rock stars. Whether it'd be enough to get her backstage remained to be seen, but I guess it put her in the running. Unfortunately, that put an end to the free show, but the one we'd paid to see was still going strong. So, turning my attention back to the stage, I picked up where I left off and began screaming along with everyone else.
"Omigod! Omigod!"
"Hey," I laughed, "Looks like you made it." Sure enough, one of the band members was pointing our way, clearly explaining something to my cute little security guard. I'd hate to see my exhibitionist neighbour go, but the concert was almost over anyway. Besides, once the thrill of her naked tits had worn off, I'd begun to notice the pain of her nails repeatedly digging into my arm. "Get 'em to autograph one of those babies for me!" I joked.
As Dawn walked towards us, she said SOMETHING, but there was no way to hear her over the chants of "Encore! Encore!" Finally, as she leaned over the iron barricade between us and the stage, she asked "Would you come with me, please?"
For a moment, I thought she was gonna faint, but the young gal soon recovered. "For sure!" she squealed.
"Not you, babe." Shaking her head, Dawn pushed the excited blonde back with a little more force than I thought necessary. Then, to my surprise, she turned to ME and asked "Wanna come backstage?" Ignoring the teenager's desperate whining, she promised "Trust me . . . you DO."
Did she think I was going to refuse? Smiling, I vaulted over the railing and followed her back through the maze of equipment and stage props. It didn't take long for the noise to die down, and when it did I offered my thanks. As big a thrill as it was to actually be backstage, though, I was curious. "What'd the guys want with me?" I asked. "Sure as hell can't be my singing."
"Oh, THEY didn't want you -- at least, not yet." Letting that enigmatic statement hang between us, she added "I'M the one who decided to offer the invite."
"Huh?"
With a wink, she said "I had the guys keep an eye out for you. It was just a coincidence that the drummer found you first." As she pulled me through a thick, black curtain, she laughed. "Lucky for you, your neighbour wasn't exactly keeping a low profile."
"But what's this all about?"
"This!" Grinning, she pushed me back against the wall and literally ripped my shirt off. Then, before I could get over my shock at the strength of her little body, she yanked my shorts down and forced me to dance out of 'em. "The panties AND the bra. Oh, very nice."
"Hey! What the fuck are you doing?" I put up a bit of a fight as she pulled off my shoes but, the truth is, I kinda enjoyed it. "If you're looking for a little fun," I smiled nervously, "all you had to do was ask."
"Nice nails." Dawn tossed one shoe away. "Red. Very slutty." Next went my socks. "Mmm, yes, good choice." Suddenly, I was all but naked, with only my sissy things to preserve my modesty. "Yes . . . you'll do better than I hoped."
"Ah, mind telling me what's going on?"
She chuckled softly, maliciously almost. "Exactly what you WANT," she replied. With that, she stripped out of her uniform, revealing black lingerie of her own underneath. "Exactly what you NEED," she smiled. Then, tossing me her yellow jacket, she said "Right pocket -- take 'em out and put 'em on."
I started to protest, but one feel inside that pocket stopped me. "I still don't know what game you're playing," I smiled, "but I think I like it." With that, I slipped into the black stockings, sighing softly as I felt the silky material slide up my legs. Next came the matching garter, which I only managed to attach with her help.
"Almost done." She turned her head to the side and listened for a moment. "Two songs left. Just enough time for us to finish." With that, she grabbed my shoulders and dragged me back into the light. "Sit here," she warned, "And DON'T move."
Why I did it, I have no idea. I just sat down on the empty box and watched her pantied ass sashay away. I didn't know a thing about her, yet there I was, my sissy side exposed for all to see, just waiting for some burly roadie to find me. Shit, I'd be lucky if ALL he did was kick my ass and call the cops. The crowd outside would probably rape me half to death, never stopping to notice the fact that I had only one hole to fuck.
"Your hands -- quickly!" Startled, I turned around to find the kinky brunette standing behind me. "Hold still." As I watched, spellbound, she painted my fingernails to match her own -- red, just like our toes. She was clearly a pro, applying the polish in thick, efficient strokes that covered perfectly. "Not bad." Screwing the cap back on, she suggested "Wave your hands around a bit while I finish you off."
With only one song to go before Dawn's self-appointed deadline, she grabbed my face and began smoothing foundation all over it. Then, in short order, she applied lipstick, blush and eyeshadow; reshaped my eyebrows with a few strokes of her pencil; slapped on some perfume; and replaced my blue studs with a pair of gaudy, dangly earings that matched her own. After that, all she had to do was mess up my hair a bit -- which was already longer than hers.
"Perfect!" Seizing me by the wrist, she pulled me off the box without ruining my nails. "What do you think?"
"Holy shit." We'd stopped before a wardrobe crate, with full-length mirror in the back. What I saw standing before me were two heavily made-up, scantily dressed, heavy metal sluts. Bold blacks, garish reds, and brilliant silver adorned our bodies, making us look like enough alike that I had to remind myself only SHE was a woman. "You're . . . a fucking magician!" Even without padding my bra or strapping a girdle around my waist, she'd been able to bring out the sissy inside of me. Up close, I knew I'd never fool anyone -- at least, not for long -- but the illusion was too good for me to even THINK about the reality.
"Well, you'd better know what to do with that bod," she snapped. "After a long night on stage, the guys are gonna be looking for a little relaxation." Suddenly, she laughed, giving me a vicious slap on the ass. "Follow me, sissy-boy. We're gonna have some fun!"
"Yeah? Well . . . just fuck off and die!" Tears running down her face, leaving a trail of mascara behind, my slutty security guard slammed the door behind her.
"Good riddance." The lead singer locked the dressing room door behind her, then turned to catch the can of beer being tossed his way. Waving my way, he asked "You ever done something like this before?"
I didn't know what to say. Part of me was terrified at the thought of being alone with these guys, while another part loved the fact that they had chosen me over a real girl. I'd never even DREAMED of a scenario like this before, and for some reason the unexpectedness of it all turned me on. "N-no," I finally stammered.
"Good." He finished his drink with a loud belch, then tossed the can in the corner. "The boys and I like sluts we can break in for ourselves." Grinning, he told me "Real men don't want some well-stretched whore -- at least, not for long!"
"Oh, for fuck's sake. Two hours of singing, and you STILL talk to much." Grabbing my nipples, the blonde guitarist twisted them hard and pulled me towards him. "Here's how it is -- you're here for us to use, and we're gonna use ya. Got it?"
Nervous, squirming against the exquisite pain being inflicting on my sissy tits, I nodded.
"Good." Giving my tiny pink nipples a last hard yank, he said "Then get to work." With that, he shoved my face in his crotch, yanked me back just long enough to unzip his jeans, then pulled me close again. "Well? We ain't got all night, cunt!"
Literally shaking with excitement, I closed my eyes and planted a big sloppy kiss on the head of his cock. Oh . . . gawd! It felt so good, so RIGHT, I knew that there would be no turning back. I'd never been with a man before, never even shared my sissy-self with someone, but years of fantasy gave me a pretty good idea what he wanted.
And I was more than willing to give it to him!
Slowly, I pushed myself down on his shaft, feeling it glide across my lipsticked lips. Mmmm, pure heaven! As amazing as it had been to kiss that swollen purple head, it was nothing compared to the pressure it put on the back of my throat. Like some starving animal, I gorged myself on dick, cramming inch after inch inside my mouth. It was everything I had ever dreamed -- hot, hard, and throbbing -- but it was so much more.
"Sssssllllooooorrrkkkkk . . ." Sucking for all I was worth, I pulled slowly back and watched his wet shaft emerge from between my lips. Not only could I hear it escaping my hunger, but I could actually see it stretch as I tried to suck it from his body. Suddenly, it popped out into the cold air, falling down to slap me across the chin. I giggled, loving how it felt, and wrapped my hand around his shaft. Quickly, I kissed my way down, then closed my mouth around his balls as I stroked the cock above. Mmmm, yet another new sensation I knew I would have experience again and again and again!
"Holy fuck!" Digging his hands into my hair, the guitarist yanked me even closer. "For a goddamned virgin, this little sissy's a fast learner!"
The others laughed, then laughed even harder to see me blush. I was so excited, so proud of my sissy praise, and it was turning EVERYBODY on.
Not content to watch, the bald drummer leapt up from the couch to stand before me. Giving his bandmate a nudge, he said "Let's see how the slut handles the two of us together."
With that, the guitarist ripped his balls from my mouth and replaced them with his cock. A second later, the drummer hooked a finger inside my mouth, pulled my cheek open wide, and rammed his cock in too! Vaguely, I could feel a bit of pain, as if my lips were going to split, but couldn't care less. I had two cocks fighting for space inside me, one testing the entrance to my throat while the other tried to poke a hole in my cheek -- and it was fantastic! Sucking and licking at them both, I reached up and began fondling their balls, using the hairy sacs to pull their dicks even deeper.
"Shit, I'm gonna cum, man!"
"Wait a sec!" Quickly, the drummer pulled back from my throat, preparing to paint my gums along with his partner. "Just give me--"
Too late.
Before my bald fucker could finish the sentence, the guitarist exploded! There was no warning, nothing extra to feel, just a sudden geyser of white, hot sperm blasting inside me. At first, I flinched in surprise, but quickly recovered to begin slurping that wonderful nectar down. By the time I'd swallowed his third spurt, a twin blast was spewing alongside it. There were two men fucking my face, splitting my mouth wide with their dicks, and I had made them cum! The hot sticky mess pooling on my tongue was MY reward, horny fuck-juices I was draining from their dicks. Gawd, it felt and tasted incredible. I never wanted the moment to end!
Fortunately, they had barely pulled out, squeezed their last creamy dregs out onto my face, when I got to experience a NEW bit of fun. The lead singer was tearing the silk panties from my ass, and I could already feel his hard cock slapping against my thigh. Suddenly, I wanted THAT stiff prick inside me too, and any others they could fit!
"Spread 'em, bitch." With a deep, gravelly laugh, he slapped his hand across my ass. "I wanna take ya deep, make you shriek until you reach them high notes!"
"Ohhh . . . ahhh . . ." With every slap, my ass got redder and my moans got louder. "Nnngggghhh . . . ahhhh . . . oooowww . . ." Again and again he made me flinch, staggering his slaps as if they were the rhythm to a new song. My breath coming in short, sharp bursts, I looked back over my shoulder and grinned like the nasty slut I was. Gawd, I could just hear it -- their next hit propelled to the top of the charts by a chorus of my sissy cries!
A slap on my left cheek. "You're a nasty sissy, aren't you?"
"Yes!"
A smack on my right cheek. "No better than a cheap whore, right?"
"Yes!"
This time, his hand landed between my cheeks. "A cum-hungry, fuck-happy, horny little tramp!"
"Oh, gawd, yes!"
"GOOD!" With that, he ripped my red, raw cheeks apart and thrust against my sweaty asshole. Once, twice, three times he stabbed at my sissy hole, making me flinch every time. Suddenly, the fourth jab hit the mark, driving an inch and a half of stiff cock DEEP inside me.
"Arrrrrrggggghhhhh!" I screamed as the fiery pain lanced through my body. Gawd, he hadn't looked that big at first glance, but he was fucking huge! Still, I knew what he wanted, was I was expected to do. So, gritting my teeth, I blinked away the tears and begged "More! More! Deeper!"
The singer just laughed and slapped my ass again. Then, widening his stance, he leaned forward and pushed harder, forcing another inch past my tight little hole. Again I screamed, but somehow managed to keep from pulling away. It hurt like hell, but I knew it'd get better, as soon as my sissy-cunt stretched to accommodate him.
"Shit, this ain't gonna work." His muttered curse my only warning, I gasped, breathless, as he tore the cock out of me with one painful jerk. "Maybe I should get one of you limp-dicked lads to soften her up for me."
At that, the other guitarist shook his head, long black hair flying around his face. "Let me show ya how it's done, boy." Laughing, he got up from the couch and headed our way. "You may sing just as well as Bruce, but you ain't got half his imagination."
The younger man mocked his bandmate with an exaggerated bow as he backed away. "By all means, break her in."
"Watch and learn, boys, watch and learn." Quickly, the guitarist dropped his black leather pants, kicking them across the room. As he came to stand between my legs, he dug his fingers into my ass and pulled the cheeks wide. "Just relax, my little sissy-slut. Relax and open wide."
I nodded softly, then held my breath as I awaited the expected stab. Instead, he just placed the warm head of his cock against my hole . . . and waited. Curious, I looked back over my shoulder, but he just smiled and blew a nasty kiss my way.
Suddenly, he groaned, thrusting forward just a little bit. Again, I grit my teeth in anticipation, but it wasn't what I'd thought. Instead of a fierce, fiery pain, all I could feel was a hot, soothing, damp sensation. It took me a minute to figure out what it was, but then it hit me -- he was pissing inside my ass! My gawd, one of the greatest guitarists in rock'n'roll was standing behind me and filling my sissy-whole with his piss! It was so dirty, so nasty, so goddamned raunchy . . . and I loved it!
"Now, let's see what the little whore can do." He took only a moment to shake the last few yellow drops from his cock, then rammed into my ass with all the force me could muster. This time, I just moaned, feeling him slip deep inside with hardly any pain at all.
"Ohhhh . . . so . . . soooooo gooooood!" My gawd, a little lubrication, and he'd turned agony into . . . into something far BEYOND ecstasy. Panting and gasping, I thrust my ass back against him, already desperate to take every inch. I'd wanted this, dreamed of this for so long, but had never imagined I'd be losing my sissy virginity to a group of my teenage heroes!
"To hell with this!" Before I knew what was happening, the lead singer moved in front of me and grabbed a fistful of my long, brown hair. "Open wide, you tiny-titted whore, cause I got somethin' for ya." As my eyes settled on that fleshy monster between his legs, my jaw dropped open so wide I half-expected it to bounce off the floor. Obviously, he was used to having sluts react that way, because he wasted no time in filling my open mouth.
"Shit, take it easy, man." From behind me I heard "I'd kinda like to keep her around for a while."
Blushing around my mouthful of cock, I suddenly gagged and tried instinctively to pull away. My face-fucker would have none of that, though. Wrapping my hair around both of his hands, he took a deep breath then yanked me towards him at the same time he thrust towards me. For a long tortured moment, my throat exploded with pain, worse even than when he had tried to penetrate my virgin ass. Unable to breathe, I panicked, my arms trying desperately -- and uselessly -- to push him away.
"Damn . . . little help here, guys?"
In response, the drummer and other guitarist jumped off the couch to grab my arms. Gawd, that feeling of helplessness was so damned confusing! It was straight out of my sissy rape and bondage fantasies, but I was still in agony from the cock lodged in my throat. Fortunately, a breakthrough was literally just moments away.
"Hold her tight," the singer growled, "cause she's gonna squirm." With no more warning than that, he pulled all the way out, slapped his cock against my lips, then rammed in even harder than before. This time, I felt the head of his cock rip past my tonsils, stretching my throat muscles wide. It hurt so bad, I wanted to cry. At the same time, though, I was so proud of myself for taking it all, I DID cry.
A few brutal strokes later and I was taking a full inch of hard dick down my throat with only a little discomfort. Now that I was getting used to it, stretching properly, I was loving it! The slow, hard, deep strokes in my ass were wonderful, but I couldn't get enough of having my sissy face so mercilessly pummelled. His hairy balls were bouncing off my chin, my nose kept getting squished against him, and I could feel his cock straining to reach my tummy. It was almost as if he were trying to meet up with his ass- fucking partner -- which I wouldn't have minded at all!
Since they didn't have to hold me any longer, the guys on either side of me decided to put my arms to work. Either they'd planned this, or had just hit on the idea at the same time, because I felt my hands being wrapped around their cocks at almost the exact same time.
Mmmmm, I had one cock deep inside my ass, another halfway down my throat, and two more in my hands! Four hard, throbbing cum-filled, cocks -- and they were all for me! Really getting into it now, I found myself developing a nasty little rhythm. When the guitarist slammed his meat into my ass, I'd push myself back, pulling myself off the singer's cock. He, of course, would immediately yank me back onto his throbbing dick, forcing me to release the prize at the other end. At the same time, I was handjobbbing the others, stroking up and down with every penetration of my sissy holes.
It was wild, wonderful, and wickedly confusing -- AND I LOVED IT!
Suddenly, the singer exploded, firing his hot creamy cum straight into my tummy. Even though I couldn't taste it, I could feel the cum shooting through his cock, rippling and spasming against my tongue. Seconds later, the guitarist collapsed atop me with a groan, filling my sissy-pussy with it's very first load of sperm! Mmmm, that was THE BEST thing I'd ever felt, so slutty and feminine I wanted him to cum forever!
By then, I'd completely forgotten about my hands, but the feel of hot cum falling onto my fingers was a wonderful reminder. Of course, I wasn't about to neglect any of my sissy duties, so I somehow found a way to suck, squeeze and stroke, and clench my ass at the same time. Lost in a fantasy made real -- and surrounded by the smells, tastes, feels, and sounds of hot sex -- I forgot about the boy who'd come to the concert, locking into my sissy-gal role for good. Even before I felt the limp cocks slipping from my holes, I knew I'd never be able to go back.
"So, my hot little cunt, how'd you like to take those sissy holes on tour?"
"Mmmmmuuuunnnggghhhhh?" I asked, looking up from my mouthful of cock. Smiling with my eyes, I did my best to gurgle affirmatively.
"You'd belong to the band," the singer told me. Fucking my ass with long, hard strokes, he slapped me between each penetration. "As our whore, you'd have to serve anybody, anywhere, anytime we said."
Beneath me, the drummer gave my sissy-tit one last nibble. "Yeah," he laughed, "you might even become part of the stage-show."
I nodded as enthusiastically as I could, although my frantic ass-wiggling was probably a better answer.
"Good." Three quick strokes later and the lead guitarist was flooding my mouth with cum, sliding in and out to coat my lips with the creamy mess. Then, allowing me one last hungry suck, he pulled out and headed for the door. "Come on in," he howled, "the party's just starting!"
Still licking cum from my chin, I looked up to see the opening band come striding through the door. Gawd, five more cocks to fill me, to fuck me, and to drive home my newfound femininity. Suddenly inspired, I suppressed a giggle as I wiped a thick string of cum from my neck. "Mmmmm . . . so yummy." Then, pouting seductively, I stared straight at my new masters and slowly licked my finger clean. "More, please?"
I definitely didn't have to ask twice.
"Well, my bitch-lass, we've got some interviews and promo shots to do." Turning me around, the blonde guitarist held my arms together as he zipped up my pink latex arm-binder. "Be a good little whore and try to make your dinner last." Grinning, he told me "It may be a while before we can provide desert."
Kneeling in my sissy uniform of gorgeous pink latex -- the arm-binder, thigh-high stiletto-heeled bitch boots, a full corset, and buttplug -- I nodded. The bowl of cold cum before me looked so delicious, so tempting, I knew I'd never be able to resist. Already, I was licking my lips in anticipation. "I'll . . . I'll try."
He just laughed as he locked the door to the tour-bus behind him. With eleven cities and fourteen concerts behind us, the guys knew exactly what my limits were -- and how to push me far beyond them. Already, I could feel my resistance to their latest idea fading. As frightening and potentially humiliating as it was, there was a certain appeal to the idea of getting fucked on MTV.
Oh, hell -- who am I kidding? Another few days of this, and I'd be BEGGING them to let their thirteen-foot mascot rape me.
I'd probably enjoy it, too!
******* Mmmm, hope you enjoyed that. Are your pretty panties nice and wet? Is your lovely cock good and hard? Maybe your wonderful tits are tingling, hmm? Well, why not email me (sissipus@hotmail.com) or stop by my little site (www.sexysites.com/sissipus/) and let me know how I can help (grin).