The Roc Stars Wife

They got to the dressing room, not quite sure what to say to each other. Jon broke the silence.

"Seriously, Libby, I've always known you were a sexy bitch. But that was something else! I think you need to have a think about what you did in front of all those people."

As he was talking, Jon had manoeuvred Libby over to the dressing table that was surrounded by make-up style lit mirrors.

He bent her over the surface and positioned himself behind her. He pulled her head up by the hair and made her look him in the eyes.

"I think you may need punishing for your actions."

He smiled at her reflection in the mirror. Jon lifted her tiny skirt and gave her bum a couple of cheeky slaps. Not enough to hurt her, but hard enough to deliver a sexy little sting.

Libby gazed back at him. She was feeling the effects of lots of vodka, coke and the buzz of the audience she had entertained earlier.

"I know I've been very naughty. But I'm not even slightly sorry." She smirked at him.

"Well, that has definitely made my mind up."

He came back at her and with no warning, spread her already shaky legs and entered her welcoming slit. He found a slight resistance that he wasn't used to and looked at her quizzically.

"It's O.K. darling. Carry on. This is my big surprise for you. I've had my fanny tightened up. I thought it would be fun for both of us."

She smiled at him, as she held his eyes in the mirror.

Jon didn't say anything as he gave a much harder push. They both gasped with pleasure as the new sensations overcame them. It was like it was for them both when they had first met, but with the familiarity of years of experience.

"Jesus, Libby. You are fucking awesome. This is amazing. How is it for you?"

Libby was in another zone, she hadn't tested her new snatch out. Not even with a vibrator. She had wanted Jon to be the first. Like giving him her virginity.

Libby started gabbling. "You can carry on with whatever punishment you have planned if it carries on like this. I want people to see your handprints on my arse. You feel SO good in me. I made sure your cock was the first thing inside me after the op. I'm so glad I did."

Jon took her up on the slapping. He gave her bottom a really good spanking, leaving big dark red handprints across her creamy cheeks. They would last a long time and make it awkward for Libby to sit down comfortably for a while. She didn't care. She was enjoying every moment of her punishment.

He pulled her head up again so that he was looking at her straight in the eyes.

"I love your new cunt, but I need to take my time to get to know it and now is not the occasion. So, to finish your punishment off and so that I can have had all your holes before the concert, I'm going to fuck your tight little arsehole and fill it with cum."

"You can do whatever you want my darling. I said I would take my punishment like a good little slut."

Jon pulled out of her slick pussy and nudged the tip of his solid phallus onto her quivering arsehole. Libby pushed against him, opening up to him. Jon eased his way in, gently to begin with, then more firmly until he was fully in her secret hole. All the time holding her gaze in the brightly lit mirror. He stared moving in her slowly, then thrusting hard and fast. Libby was panting, her dress had slid off her shoulders and her breasts were flushed and bouncing in time with Jon's frantic movements. He didn't know what to do with his hands. One minute they were grasping Libby's tits, leaving ownership fingerprints all over the delicate flesh. The next, he had his fingers up her cunt and rubbing her clit.

Libby was urging him on. Talking like a filthy slut.

"That's right, fuck my arse hard. I want to feel you right up me. I want you to bite me, mark me. I want everyone in the building hear you make me cum."

She was writhing and grinding like a women possessed. Saying the words just for him, all the time holding his gaze as he pumped her hole.

"Christ, Libby." He gasped. "You are the dirtiest, sexiest fucking bitch. I can't hold on much longer. I'm going to fill your arse with cum so hard. Oh fuck, fuck, yessssssssss!"

He slapped her already tender cheeks a few times, shuddered and collapsed onto Libby's back. After he had caught his breath, he pulled out of her in a gush of cum.

Libby was clinging onto the dressing table, her legs were literally shaking. She looked very different to the poised, in control woman who had strode into the building earlier.

Pausing just long enough to wash his cock off, Jon picked Libby up and laid her on the large sofa.

He spread her legs, buried his face in her dripping sex and in a muffled voice said. "Now it's your turn."

For the second time that day Libby's cunt was receiving the attention of an expert mouth and fingers.

Jon's tongue was working magic on her clit and slit. She was writhing in pleasure, moaning and grinding herself up and down his face and hands.

They were both in the moment and neither one of them heard the knock on the door as Malcom the manager entered the room with the members of Jon's band, calling out.

"Five minutes to show time. Oh, Jesus Christ, I'm so sorry mate, didn't realise you were still busy!"

Libby had just started climaxing very noisily and only slightly acknowledged another presence in the room.

The boys in the band started to lend their encouragement to Jon. He was grinning hugely as he emerged from between Libby's legs. His face was shiny from a combination of both their juices and cum.

Libby lay on the sofa in a sex daze, her legs wide open and her skirt up. Her glorious pussy on show to the whole room and she did not care. She smiled hazily up at Jon and murmured.

"Have the best show ever darling. I'll clean up and be out soon. Oh, hi Malc, boys."

"Don't clean up too much." Jon replied. "I want to be able to slide into you at any time." He demonstrated by slipping two fingers up her before kissing her lips passing on the taste of her cum.

"See you in a bit darling. Come on lads, let's go and play some Rock!"

Libby lay on the sofa not moving. She couldn't, she was in an orgasmic sex coma. Totally sated, she looked like a triple X rated porn star with one leg draped over the arm of the sofa. It was as if she wanted the whole world to see how thoroughly she'd been fucked in every hole.

Abi came in a few minutes later to find her in the same position.

"Holy Fuck!" She exclaimed. "It certainly looks like Jon enjoyed your little show earlier!"

Libby looked at her best friend, beaming from ear to ear.

"I've been fucked literally senseless. Malc and the boys walked in on us whilst Jon was face deep in my cunt and I didn't even notice! He's had every inch of me and I loved it. Give me a couple of minutes and I'll try and make myself vaguely presentable."

She winced slightly as she scraped herself off the sofa. Her arse cheeks still bearing Jon's handprints and her tits covered in dark fingerprints.

Remarkably, her dress had survived the sexual onslaught, it was only slightly crumpled. Ali took it off Libby and hung it in the bathroom with the shower going. The steam would soon sort it out.

Libby's face, covered in cum and flushed with excitement was another matter. It would need a bit of work. She refused to have a shower, saying that Jon had specifically wanted her dripping with sex juices and cum.

Ali persuaded her to sponge her legs and tits down just so she wouldn't stick to everything! Ali's eyes widened as she saw the handprints on Libby's normally peachy bum cheeks and the finger marks all over her breasts. She was pretty sure she saw bites on Libby's shoulders too.

Ali was just about to mention them, when Libby pointed out the 'love scars' on her body.

"It's a good job I never got any tattoos." She languished as she caressed the bruises.

"No-one would be able to see these if I had got some tacky bought body art. These were made out of our love."

She spread her legs wide and Ali saw definite teeth marks on Libby's pussy and the inside of her thighs.

It was as if Jon had marked his territory all over her body. He may as well have pissed all over her.

Libby was determined not to cover her evidence of Jon's love for her. By the time Libby's dress and face were ready to handle the public both her and Ali had imbibed a vast quantity of neat vodka and pushed an impressive amount of coke up their noses so neither one of them was concerned about the abuse Libby's body had taken.

Malc popped his head round the door. He was coked up enough not to look embarrassed when he passed on a message to Libby from Jon.

Apparently, the boys in the band had got so turned on by seeing her completely exposed, that Jon had promised them all free rein on her backstage during the show. They had also put a request in for Ali if she was up for it.

The only place on her body that was off limits on Libby's body was her new cunt, as Jon wanted to be the first one to cum in it.

Libby and Ali giggled. It wasn't the first time they had entertained a whole band by themselves, but it had been a while.

"Let's give them a show they won't be able to resist." Smiled Ali.

Grabbing Libby by one hand and picking up a bottle of vodka in the other, she licked her lips lascivously at Malcom and sauntered off to have a night to remember.