This is another in the continuing adventures of Dylan James, Hollywood stuntman and stud. You need to read part 1 and 2 of Dylan Joins The Band to understand what happens. Dylan's adventures started out with the "One For The Road" series. Please check all his adventures out. Thanks for the interest and support. And please remember to vote. All emails are welcome.
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The Guitar Player
"Knock, Knock."
The sound of knocking on the dressing door sounded like thunder. It was all he could hear even over the booming bass of the house speakers as they played music between the sets of the band. Dylan heard a faint "come in", swallowed hard, turned the door knob and entered. This dressing room was the exact mirror image of the one that Eve and Angel occupied next door even down to the couch placement and wall color. Sitting on the makeup counter with her feet up on a folding chair was Misty, the guitar player. Misty had long brown hair that framed a pouty face. She had on dark red lip gloss and heavy eye makeup. She was dress in an over-size t-shirt that had the collar cut out so it slid down off her pale white shoulders revealing a black bra strap. The shirt was cut off shot to reveal her stomach, where a little jewel sparkled in her belly button. She wore a medium length skirt that came down to just above her knees and a pair of 3 inch heeled fuck-me pumps. All in all, the look was rather random and very sexy. The over-sized t-shirt could not hide her large round breasts and the skirt showed just enough of her legs to see that they were strong and toned. The heels just made her calf muscles jump out more.
As he entered the dressing room, Dylan was very nervous. He had rarely done anything this wild and certainly not this dangerous. He was a professional stuntman. A man used to taking large chances with his safety and body, but this could get him arrested and put in jail. Both Angel and Eve had told him that there would be no problem that this would work out for his total satisfaction. But he really did not know Angel and Eve except that he had just shared some amazing sex with both of them. There were plenty of doubts, but for some reason, he trusted them. Some head doctor would have had a field day with Dylan and his need to challenge himself and put himself in dangerous situations but that is what drove him. He was successful and well-respected for the very reason that he had walked into this room. He had no fear. But this was taking it to a new level; he could get arrested if this back-fired. Still, in the end, he had gone into the fire because of the thrill and the possible reward.
Misty was holding a cell phone in one hand with her chin resting in the other when he entered. They had met briefly at the bar when the band had first arrived and he had helped them bring in their gear. According to Eve, Misty had been very impressed with the moans and screams that he had gotten out of Angel as the rest of the band had listened while he had given Angel her birthday fuck in her van in the alley out back. Angel had told him she was a pushover for a hard cock. But still! To walk into her dressing room and try to seduce with no startup, no expressed interest was dangerous, but that is where the thrill came from.
Misty watched him walk into the room and stand in front of her. She seemed very casual and uninterested in him at all.
"Angel is in the room next door," Misty said offhandedly. Dylan swallowed. If he was going to leave it was right now, but...
"Actually, Angel sent me in here to see you."
"What?"
Dylan swallowed hard again and began to unbutton his shirt. He was dressed as usual in jeans, boots, and a nice dress shirt worn out over his jeans. Misty's eyes widened as he quickly undid the buttons on his shirt and pulled it off to reveal his amazing torso. Misty's eyes darted up and down his frame taking in his ripped arms and chest as he threw it on the nearest couch. She took in his cut six-pack abs and strong broad shoulders. She swallowed as she stared at him.
"Hey, I have to go. I'll call you later," Misty said into the cell phone and closed it. "What the fuck are you doing?" she asked uneasily.
"Doing what Angel asked me too." Dylan stated as he continued to undress. He pulled off his left boot and threw that on the couch.
"And what was that?" She was starting to get worried here.
"Fuck her band tonight." Dylan stated emphatically as he took off his right boot and threw it on the floor.
"What? Wait? Stop that right now." Misty sounded confused and upset. She put her feet down on the ground and got up off the makeup counter. At the same instant, Dylan unzipped his jeans and yanked them down over his chiseled ass. Because of the danger and the excitement, because of the fear of being arrested, because of the adrenalin pouring into his blood stream, as Dylan pulled his pants down, his giant cock sprung out at full mast and pointed directly at Misty. They both froze right where they were. Misty just staring at his enormous penis, and Dylan holding his pants at mid-thigh, not knowing if he should continue or run out the door.
Completely taken aback, Misty couldn't stop staring at the thick monster. It was 9 long inches of rock hard muscle with an 8 inch circumference and a very large mushroom shaped head. Because of his excitement there was a large dollop of pre-cum leaking fror his piss slit that coated the entire head of his cock, and gleamed in the dark light of the dressing room. Misty had seen more then her share of cocks in her brief music career, but the pulsating monster bobbing heavily between Dylan's thighs was one of the bigger and thicker ones she'd the pleasure to witness.
Time stood still. She looked at his jutting and leaking cock. And he looked at her to see if she was going to scream or faint. Several seconds pasted and nothing moved or changed. The only sound was the constant pulse of music booming from the club. Finally, Dylan slowly reached down; pushing his pants past his knees until they dropped to the floor. He stepped out of them, his giant cock bobbing up and down, and Misty's eyes plastered to every bounce.
"That's a big one," she stammered, and Dylan knew he was home free.
Suddenly, the faint, tinny riff of 'Wild Thing' started coming from Misty's cell-phone. She snapped open her phone and said, "Hello?" as she stared at his cock. A wild thought came into Dylan's heated mind, and his cock gave a great surge because of the filthy thought. A large drop of pre-cum dripped on to the floor between Dylan's feet. Misty watched as the drop fell to the floor and breathed heavily.
"Hi, honey," Misty said in a smoky voice. Dylan moved forward toward Misty, his big cock bouncing up and down as he came toward her. He stopped just in front of her, his leaking penis almost touching the front of her skirt. Her eyes rose toward his, and he pressed his finger to his lips, telling her to stay silent.
"No it is a very good crowd. They really love the show. We are taking a break while they do a kinda fashion show for the crowd." Misty panted into the phone. Dylan pushed on her shoulders and she sat back on the makeup counter. He spread her legs and moved between them.
Dylan heard a male laugh coming through the phone as he raised Misty skirt up her beautiful thighs. "What are you laughing at?" she asked of the man on the other end, as she watched Dylan pull her dress up to her waist revealing her shaved cunt. He admired the guitarist's bare cunt but thought to himself, "doesn't any body in this band ever wear panties?" His hands both slid down to her warm box and Misty gave him a look and closed her eyes as his fingers lightly caressed the outer lips of her slick bare pussy.
"No, don't tell me. I don't want to know," she stammered into the phone.
"Suit yourself," the man on the other end said as Dylan parted Misty's moistening pussy lips and pushed back the hood of her pink clit. She gasped faintly, her eyes closing more tightly as he began rubbing her hardening clit. Her thighs tensed and spread wider.
