A week after Charlii had rocked my world after the Gig in Northampton, the band was on the road again. This time bound for Manchester. A city we had played many times, and had a decent following in, so we had high hopes of a good turnout and a great night.
There was not enough time to walk around the city, so we had a decent sound check and food and were now sitting out the back of the venue chatting, smoking and generally killing time till doors opened.
I was sitting on a low wall when suddenly two small arms wrapped around my waist. I turned to find a cute emo girl standing grinning behind me. It took me a few seconds to recognise her, and I blurted out, “Michelle, what the hell are you doing here?”
“I came to see you,” she said with a smile and hugged me, lifting her feet off the ground. She had followed me on social media a few days after the gig the week before, and we had chatted a lot.
She was very interested in whether I was now seeing Charlii, not long after I explained I was not, she started sending photos each night, the most recent ones of her in underwear. I had to admit, though very skinny, she had an incredible body, which she seemed very keen to draw to my attention.
“I think you mean you have come to see the band,” I said with a smile as I put her back on the ground.
“No, I came to see you.” She replied with a cheeky grin.
I looked at the slim girl in front of me, dressed in a black bra top showing her toned midriff, and a floaty long black skirt, a bag in her hand and a hoodie over her arm. She had bleached the tips of her hair on one side, which were now pink; she was at least 4 inches shorter than I and some 13 years younger.
“You are going to get me in trouble, young lady,” I said.
“That is the plan,” she replied with another grin.
“Well, you have come all this way, let’s get you added to the guest list so you can hang out with us backstage before the show.” She tiptoed and kissed me and took my hand in hers.
She practically skipped as we headed into the venue. I added her name to the guest list, gave her a wristband, bought her a drink and showed her the stage and the backstage area.
We chatted and laughed, there were a couple of brief kisses, and a short time later, we were standing watching the support with the rest of the band. The venue was filling up nicely. She was standing in front of me, and I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her neck. She sighed contentedly and pushed her ass back into me.
“It is warm, can I dump my coat backstage?” she asked.
I nodded and took her hand, leading her backstage and opening the door to the band’s dressing room. She walked inside and placed her bag and coat beside a small sofa on one side as I waited just inside the door.
She walked over and put her arms around my neck, kissing me gently. As the kiss grew in intensity, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into me, crushing her to my body, my right hand dropping to grip her pert arse.
She broke the kiss and leaned behind me to flick the lock on the door, pushed me against it and dropped to her knees in front of me. Before I knew what she was doing, she had undone the zip on my tight black jeans, released my growing cock and wrapped her lips around it.
She had managed to take me by surprise, and while not particularly skilled, she was certainly enthusiastic. Quickly sliding me to the back of her throat, drawing a moan from me despite my attempts to keep quiet, I looked down at this slim, pretty emo girl on her knees looking up at me, and after only five minutes, I could feel a familiar tightness growing in the pit of my stomach.
I placed my hand on the back of her head gently to try to slow her movements and whispered, “Slow down, Michelle, or I won’t be able to stop myself.” She replaced her lips with her hand, which kept pumping at my dick.
“I don’t want you to stop.” She whispered.
As soon as she had finished the sentence, she again hungrily took me to the back of her throat before retreating and wrapping her tongue around the sensitive tip and then went back to rapidly pumping it in and out of her tight lips.
Resigned to my fate, I let my head rest back on the door and enjoyed the array of wonderful sensations, until only a few minutes later, I flooded her mouth with hot liquid, which she swallowed with an audible gulp.
She sat back on her heels, breathing heavily and grinning up at me, made a show of wiping her mouth and then took a long swig from her beer, then said, “Have I shown you it is worth not running off with another girl this time?” in obvious reference to the week before.
With a tiny feeling of guilt, I stroked her head and said, “You really didn’t have to do that for me to want to be with you, and in my defence, last week I was very drunk, and as memory serves, I didn’t really have a say in what happened” I replied with a laugh, doing up my trousers.
“I know, I saw Charlii grab you, she is beautiful, so I really don’t blame you, but I planned to do this a few days ago when I decided I was coming to the gig,” she explained with a cheeky grin as she stood.
I pulled her into my arms and kissed her deeply before saying, “Well, you certainly have my full attention now.”
“What are you doing after the show? Are you going home? because if I stay, I will miss the last train home,”
“Is that a hint, Michelle?, I am actually staying at a friend’s in Manchester who is away, that is where my car is, I am sure he wouldn’t mind if I brought someone back though.” I said with a smile.
She leaned into me, kissed me hard and looking into my eyes said: “I promise I will be a good girl if you let me stay with you, or a bad girl if you prefer.”
“If you keep being cheeky like this, you will end up with your sexy little ass spanked,” I replied with a laugh.
Her face burst into a grin, and she turned around, bent over and lifted her skirt to expose a pert, perfect behind, clad in black and purple satin panties. Not one to miss an opportunity, I placed one hand on her back and landed 2 well aimed, hard slaps on each cheek in turn.
“Of course, you are staying with me tonight, and I shall finish that later. Now come on, we had better get back, or they will wonder what we are up to,” I said.
She laughed and took my hand as I led her into the busy club.
“Is that a promise?” She asked when we were standing back in the club.
“Is that what a promise, Michelle?” I asked over the loud music.
“That you will finish spanking me later?” she said into my ear.
“Would you like me to?” I asked teasingly. She smiled and nodded vehemently.
“Then I shall spank you until you beg me to stop!” I whispered in her ear, and she managed to look both worried and excited at the same time.
She squeezed me tight and said, “Oh yes, please do.”
A little before the end of the support band, we all headed to the back room and prepared for the show. I removed my T-shirt and put on a long-sleeved mesh jumper. Michelle chatted and joked with the rest of the band and looked very happy.
She stood at the side of the stage during the show, and I became aware that she was carefully watching a group of 3 girls dancing at the front near me. As the song ended, I made a point of walking to the side of the stage and kissing her, which meant she had a beaming grin for the rest of the set.
The set finished to a chorus of approval from the audience. We hung around with the crowd for a short time, but I had other things on my mind, so we said our goodbyes.
Michelle grabbed her stuff, and we were now walking the fifteen minutes to my friend’s flat. We chatted as we walked, stopping occasionally to kiss. As we entered a small park, Michelle was trying to bait me and jabbed me in the ribs, dancing around me like she wanted to be chased.
“If you don’t behave, you are going over my knee!” I said in warning.
“You wouldn’t dare!” she laughed.
I looked around the empty park, grabbed her wrist and dragged her, laughing, to a park bench. I sat down and dragged her across my knee.
As she struggled, I pulled both of her arms behind her back and locked her wrists together with my left hand. My right hand moved her skirt out of the way and tore down her satin panties, exposing her pale buttocks to the night air.
“Someone will see,” she squealed, as I started to land hard slaps in turn to each of her buttocks, marvelling at the way her skinny ass bounced each time I slapped it. After ten or twelve strikes, her complaining had changed to small gasps of pain.
“Are you going to do as you are told now!” I demanded as I paused, she was too busy giggling to answer, so I launched another brutal assault on her delicate skin with the palm of my hand.
By the time I stopped, her ass was glowing red, and she was whimpering little ouch noises. I stroked her behind with my hand, feeling the heat now coming from it.
“Have you had enough, Michelle?” I asked.
“Yes, yes, I have learnt my lesson”, she laughed.
I pulled her panties up and her skirt down, released her wrists and helped her stand. I put my arm around her as we continued our walk.
She was a little quiet, so I squeezed her ass and said, “Are you ok?”
She leaned her head on my shoulder as we walked and said, “I am fine, honestly, I have just never been spanked like that before.”
“And how do you feel? Be honest, tell me if you didn’t like it.”
She hesitated and then said. “Well, my ass hurts, I felt a bit ashamed that you were doing it in public, but it was also really exciting, and I am now turned on.”
“And you are still happy to stay the night with me?” I asked, wanting to make sure I had not scared her.
She thought for a while, and she stopped, turned and looked me in the eye, “I want to stay the night with you, and you can do anything you like to me. I really mean, anything,” she whispered in my ear at the end.
I hugged and kissed her and said, “What is your favourite fruit, Michelle?”
“Bananas, why?” she said with a laugh and a confused look on her face.
“I am going to take you to my friends now. You are going to do exactly as I tell you and when I am done playing with you, I am going to fuck you until you scream, If I tell you to do anything you don’t want to do, say banana, If you say stop or No, I am going to ignore you, I will only stop if you say Banana, do you understand Michelle?”
There was a long pause, and she actually stood with her mouth wide open.
“You really can say no if you want”, I said, holding her hand.
“I was just taking it all in, but that sounds fucking amazing. I understand.” She said with a nervous, excited smile.
“Anytime you address me from now on, call me sir,” I said, taking her hand and continuing to walk.
“Yes, sir.”
“Oh, and my pussy is really wet now, sir,” she whispered into my ear.
A short while later, we were entering my friend’s fourth-floor flat that looked out over a major road in the centre of Manchester. I quickly showed her around the small flat, the lounge/Kitchen, the bathroom and my friend’s room, before showing her into the spare bedroom.
She walked in and dropped her bag and hoodie next to the bed. I took my boots off and sat in an armchair in the corner of the room, saying, “Would you like a drink, Michelle?”
“I am fine, thank you,” she said before suddenly remembering and adding “Sir” with a nervous smile, kneeling at my feet in front of the chair.
I kissed her deeply.
“Forget the sir again, and you know what will happen, don’t you?” I asked.
“Yes, sir, I will get spanked, sir.”
“Good girl, and do you remember your safe word?” I asked, she nodded, and I continued, “Then let’s see how well you follow instructions, take off your top and skirt.”
“Yes, sir.” She stood and pulled the lace bra top over her head, then pushed the flowing layered skirt over her hips, letting it drop to the floor and stepping out of it. Standing before me in matching Black and purple satin lingerie, she looked a little uncomfortable, but didn’t try to hide herself.
“You have an amazing body, Michele. I am going to enjoy exploring it. Get on the bed,”
“Yes, sir,” She said as her face broke into a smile at my compliment.
She crawled onto the bed, turned round and knelt looking at me and said: “Would you like to take a picture, sir?”
“Yes, I would, Good girl”, I said. I stood and took a couple of pictures on my phone as she posed with her hands behind her head, “Now take the bra off”, I added.
“Yes, sir,” she reached behind her back and unclipped the bra and allowed it to slide off, cupping her breasts slightly before lowering her arms and putting her shoulders back. She had small breasts, a B cup at most, but they were pert and perfectly in proportion with her skinny build.
“And now the panties”, I said, recognising that my voice had dropped an octave with desire and feeling my dick throbbing through my trousers. She smiled and sat back on the bed, lifted her ass and slid the panties down her legs, dropping them next to the bra.
She lay back on the bed still with that nervous but excited look on her face, her breathing was shallow in expectation, her legs moved slowly apart, her pussy was perfectly shaved smooth and looked very inviting.
I stood and pulled my jumper over my head, undid my trousers and forced them over my hips along with my boxer shorts. My erect cock sprang forward, and as I walked slowly to the edge of the bed, her eyes never faltered from watching it.
As I crouched on the edge of the bed, I actually saw her lick her lips. I locked eyes with her, kissing the top of her foot and running my tongue up her shin, then doing the same to the other leg. Placed my hands on her ankles and forced her legs wider apart.
I then started kissing and licking from her knees, moving up the inside of her thighs, alternating legs every few inches. When I had reached between her legs, I dragged my tongue millimetres from the edge of her outer labia, and she gasped, raising her pelvis towards me, desperate for my touch.
But instead, I continued my way up her stomach, lingering to run my tongue around the inside of her belly button before moving to nip, kiss and lick up her torso and to her breasts.
Covering every inch of her chest in kisses, before finally taking her tiny rose red nipple into my mouth and sucking on it, drawing a long gasp from her lips, though small, evidently her breasts were very sensitive, and by the time I had finished with the other, she was breathing rapidly, and there was a look of desperation in her eyes.
I had kissed and nipped my way along her neck and throat, and my lips found hers in a lingering kiss. I was raised above her in a planking position, her hands were on my lower back, and her pelvis was straining up to meet mine, the head of my penis now dragging against the opening between her legs.
“Put your hands down now and stay still, Michelle,” I ordered.
She did as she was told, but there was pleading in her eyes, followed soon after by pleading from her lips as I tilted my hips and gently dragged the tip of my dick up and down her outer labia. She gasped and tried to raise her hips towards me again, but I pulled away.
“Oh god, fuck me, sir, please fuck me.”
I kissed her deeply and, as I pulled away, simply said “No!”
She released a cry of anguish and frustration as I returned to kissing and licking my way back down her body, more rapidly this time, and as I came to lie between her thighs, she was panting and breathing rapidly.
She started moaning the second I ran my tongue along the lips of her pussy in wide strokes. Almost unconsciously, she raised her knees and tilted her pelvis towards me as I continued to lick and then plunge my tongue into the depths of her warm, wet opening.
Her breathing was now almost at the level of hyperventilation, and as I sucked her clitoris into my mouth and started teasing it with my tongue, she arched her back and started making almost strained wheezing sounds, building quickly to a crescendo, ending in high-pitched screams as she orgasmed violently under my tongue.
I waited for her twitching and spasming to subside and then quickly kissed my way back up her body to her lips.
As I broke this kiss, she said, “Oh God, I needed that, thank you, sir, thank you.”
I rolled her onto her stomach and moved to lie on top of her. Put my feet between her ankles and pushed her legs apart, and slid deep into her in one smooth movement.
Her wet pussy welcomed my hard cock with ease, and was still pulsing slightly from her orgasm. I pushed deep inside and lay on her back, crushing her to the bed as I whispered in her ear, “I have not finished with you yet!”
She sighed loudly and started to moan again as I slowly thrust deep into her for the next few minutes, before finally pulling her up onto her knees, placing one hand on her hip to hold her steady and taking a handful of her hair to pull her head towards me, she arched her back and gasped loudly as I pounded into her from behind, no longer trying to delay things, but now plunging into the depths of her body.
I continued mercilessly fucking her from behind, and when she orgasmed again in that same high-pitched scream, I did not relent and intensified my thrusts as I came deep inside her.
We both collapsed on the bed in a sweaty panting mess. She rolled her head onto my chest and sighed. “Oh my fucking god.”
“Oh my fucking god, sir!” I corrected and aimed a hard slap at her ass that made her squeal.
I stood and dragged her towards the edge of the bed, then pulled her to her feet.
As she stood, I dipped, put my shoulder into her stomach and lifted her, carrying her with my arm across her legs and her head hanging down my back.
“Where are we going, sir?” she squealed.
“To the shower”, I said, walking out of the room, slapping her ass hard as I did, drawing more laughter and squeals from her.
Half an hour later, we had showered, and I was standing in the kitchen making coffee. I walked into the bedroom carrying two cups and was greeted by the sight of her ass as she was leaning naked, smoking out of the window.
I placed the cups on the bedside table, and by the time I had crossed the room to stand behind her, I was hard again. Without saying a word, I placed my hands on her hips and drove into her from behind, slowly sliding in and out of her as she again started to sigh deeply.
I reached forward and took the cigarette from her hand, and took a long drag. She tried to rise, but I put my hand in the centre of her back and pushed her back down onto the windowsill. She looked back at me and protested, “Someone will see, sir”
Flicking the cigarette out of the window, I said, “Who cares?” and started to fuck her hard and fast from behind with her head hanging out of the window. She desperately tried to stay silent, but every time I slammed violently into her, it forced a gasp from her lips.
I allowed her to rise and turned her to face me, lifting her ass onto the windowsill and kissing her deeply, sliding into her again as I did. She wrapped her legs around me, and I kissed down her throat before biting and sucking at her breasts and nipples as she hung her head backwards out of the window, panting heavily. She soon forgot where she was as she closed her eyes and again gasped in orgasm.
An hour later, and after taking her in multiple positions all over the floor and bed, we were lying on the duvet together.
I looked down, stroking her hair as she lay with her head on my stomach and said, “So Michelle, have you enjoyed being my little slave tonight?”
She looked up at me with a deep smile. “Oh yes, sir, I have, in fact, anytime you want me to be your submissive little slave, you just have to ask.”
As if to make her point, she slid down the bed and took my flaccid dick into her mouth, gently sucking on it until it started to grow in her mouth, never taking her eyes from mine.
Again, I stroked her hair and said simply “Good girl”, and closed my eyes.
(See story illustrations folder in media section for pics to accompany the story.)
