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In my experience, the quickest way to get a woman to lie is to ask her “have you ever fantasized about triple penetration?”. The real answer is “duh, of course!”. But it's rare that one of us will admit to it. In all likelihood you'll get a repulsed look and an “eww! Gross!” reaction. And while some of us may actually find the concept “gross” we have, in fact, fantasized about it.

The main difference between men and women, in regards to sexual honesty, is reputation. The majority of women are greatly concerned with how other women perceive us. If women feel threatened by another woman's appearance they will not hesitate to tear them down. If they think that there is the slightest chance that their man will find you more attractive than they are the claws come out. If they know you're willing to do the things they won't do things can get ugly. And fast. Even if you aren't remotely interested in their guy, they feel threatened.

You know this. You've heard it before. If they catch their men looking at another woman here come the objections that matter only to her. Not him. “You know those are fake, right?”. Well they aren't imaginary. “That's all bra.” Like it matters. “She's a slut”. Now you're just turning him on, genius.

This is why so many women dress.. well.. boring. Earth tones. The natural look. Modest. Baggy. Boy haircut. It's not to put your dicks to sleep. It's to keep other bitches off our backs. I mean, it never works. Most women can't be friends. The world teaches us to feel inadequate. Unattractive. It's big business to sell us false confidence. We lash out at each other over our imagined flaws.

I feel pretty thankful that I don't suffer from this affliction. I mean, full disclosure.. I'm a slut. I know it. I enjoy it. If another girl is attractive, I'm happy for her!

You're probably thinking, at this point, “this is probably the girl that shows up at concerts dressed like she just left her job at the strip club”. And you would be right. I do. And since I'm posting this on a site like this you would also be correct to assume that this admission will lead us into a story. Totes, my guy. It will.

I had to drive over an hour to get to the venue. I won't name the band. But they are awesome-on-a-stick! No way I was missing this. I had to leave the house in a t-shirt and jeans. But I'd packed a small bag the night before and sneaked it outside to stash in the trunk. I stopped at a gas station to change, shortly before I got there.

I had painted my finger and toenails crimson. My hair, usually a long mess of curls, I'd straightened to put in soft spiral curls. I pulled the hair on top of my head back into a half updo bump, tied into place with a long red ribbon. In a bow. Once in the gas station restroom I applied soft, smokey eye-shadow. Pointy black liquid liner. My “Urban Decay” blood red lipstick. My red leather corset mini-dress with the cheat zipper down the side. Slightly too small. My tits were popping out of the top like two round marshmallows. Then a pair of black patent leather Christian Louboutin “Lady Peep” heels with red bottoms. Squee! I looked like sex. I knew I was ready when a soccer mom walked into the ladies room and gave me a disgusted look. I was off to the races!

I hadn't purchased a ticket yet. I had the option to do so, once I arrived, at the box office. But I had another idea. One I wasn't sure I would go through with once I arrived at my destination. I didn't think I could be that bold. “I'll see how I feel once I'm confronted with the reality of the situation”, I told myself.

I reluctantly paid for parking and strutted across the street to a few cat-calls and whistles. Every other girl I passed gave me a pissy look. I know. How dare I wear a dress. I'm such a bitch. As I got closer to the music theater I could see three lines. One for people who already had tickets, waiting in line to get in. Another line to the box office where you could buy tickets and then go stand in the other line to get in. And a considerably shorter line behind the building where people were being turned away.

As I approached I could hear a low scratchy voice coming out of the back door. “If you ain't in the band and you ain't suckin' dick you ain't getting' in!” The door slammed and a couple of people walked away laughing, but clearly disappointed.

The thought of going through with it caused my heart to pound. Should I? My ears were burning. My pulse raced. My legs seemed to have a mind of their own. I mean.. I didn't recall making the decision to actually go through with this. But I found myself getting closer to the door. I rationalized my actions by telling myself that I was going to be someone's great day. I was there. Right outside those scuffed metal double doors. I found my nerve and knocked.

The door on the right creaked, then parted with a grinding metallic “pop”. A slightly annoyed looking gentleman in a “staff” t-shirt poked his head out. A short billowing cigarette clenched between his teeth. He reminded me of Paulie from those old Rocky movies. His eyes went right to my chest, nearly dropping his cigarette as I not-so-subtly arched my back. Before he could speak I smiled softly and said “Hi! I hear there's a really awesome band playing tonight and I really wanna meet 'em! Who's dick do I have to suck to make that happen?”

Paulie poked his head out, looking left and right, “are you serious baby?”. I nodded innocently, like I'd just asked him if he wanted to buy Girl Scout Cookies. “That.. would roughly be me, pumpkin.” Paulie grinned. Placing his tobacco stained fingers on the small of my back he wasted no time pulling me inside. “Hey Mitch, watch the door! I got a bunny!” whatever that meant.

I was wet already, knowing what was about to happen. At least, I thought I knew. His coworkers would wink at him as they passed us in the hallway. “Show him a good time, baby! It's his birthday!” offered another staffer. “Oh she will!” he replied, cackling in that low gravely voice.

We turned a corner and Paulie led me down a long black corridor, his hand planted firmly on my ass, to a room with a door covered in signatures. Autographs?. He knocked a couple of time before letting himself in. Gulp! This was it!

There stood a tall, brutish looking man with a salt and pepper ponytail wearing a couple of lanyards, also in a “staff” shirt. A stern, menacing looking fossil sat on a barstool in the corner eyeing me up like I was meat. This dude looked like he lost his sense of humor back in the war of 1812.

The guy in the lanyards and his friend on the barstool ceased their conversation immediately. “This young lady wants to meet the band, guys.” Paulie repeated the question I asked him at the back door to an audible “ooohhh” response from Lanyard and Barstool. They glided closer to me, circling like wolves as I thought to myself “I can't believe I'm actually doing this!”. All I could smell was cheap cologne and tobacco smoke. My heart was in my throat.

Paulie locked the door as his cohorts pawed at me, rubbing up and down my body. Lanyard leaned in and kissed my neck while someone dragged down the zipper on the side of my dress. I heard it hit the floor in the corner as hands began to slide all over my naked skin. Pinching. Stroking. Squeezing my ass. Manhandling my tits.

“Let's get 'er where she wants to be”, Paulie instructed. My feet left the ground and the three of them bent my legs at the knees before setting me back down in a kneeling position. My heart was pounding so loud I could hear it. This was it. No turning back now. I could barely breathe.

Again, they circled me. Zippers came down, one after another. And a smorgasbord of unfamiliar cock stared back at me through the low smokey light. Paulie lightly tapped my cheek with his palm and commanded me to “open up” before pushing himself straight in with a soft grunt. “Oh that is a good girl. You like that cock in your mouth princess?”. I looked up and “mmm hmm!”ed sweetly.

“Take care of my friends too little girl” he demanded, moments later before pulling himself out of my mouth with a slurpy “pop!”. Lanyard took his turn. Both of his hands behind my head, unabashedly fucking my mouth before pulling himself back out and rubbing his cock all over my face. He ordered me to stick out my tongue before beating his dick against it. Paulie and Barstool stepped closer and joined in. Smacking their dribbling hard-ons on my sopping tongue.

Once they grew weary of this, they lifted their dicks and pressed their ballsacks against my face. Rubbing them on my skin aggressively, sanding me down with those coarse little hairs. Filling my sinuses with their musk. Occasionally one of them would stop to dick whip my face before going back to exfoliating my cheeks with their balls.

A few minutes later Lanyard stepped away inconspicuously. Paulie and Barstool went back to taking turns, power-thrusting in and out of my mouth. Competing to see which of them could make me gag harder. No clear winner was determined.

“You guys ready?” I heard over my shoulder. I turned to see Lanyard sitting on the couch. His cock now covered in a condom. I found myself grinning as I was again lifted and carried to Lanyard's waiting lap. I lowered myself on to his dick and he eased himself in. Wasting no time he began to pump into me, fucking my pussy. “Oh this is the best, guys” they congratulated each other as I bounced in his lap moaning. Paulie slid behind the couch and put his hand behind my head. His hard dick slid back into my mouth and he began to hump, eagerly.

As I found myself wondering what happened to Barstool, right on cue, I felt something cool and wet being poured on my ass. Oh.. is this what I think it is? It was. Barstool was pouring lubricant on me. Specifically, on my asshole. He slid a finger in and out. Pushing the lube deep. As I moaned and slurped Barstool threw a leg over me and positioned himself. Oh fuck. It was coming.

I felt a little “pop” sensation as the mushroom-like head popped into my asshole. Painful jolts shot up my body, confusing the waves of pleasure Lanyard was feeding my nervous system. Barstool pressed on, groaning loudly in my ear. Overpowering my asshole's natural resistance he shoved himself deeper. My mouth fell open and I moaned hard. Paulie lifted my head and again fed me his dick.

The three of them worked into a wonderful rhythm. Moaning and gagging with my mouth full, Paulie fucked my throat, Lanyard humping into my pussy and Barstool repeatedly cramming himself up my asshole. I felt so deliciously slutty. I was taking on three strangers. I was a story their friends would doubt. I was taking it like a pornstar. And I was... cumming. Nearly screaming now.. my abdominal muscles convulsed. My thighs began to spasm. I lost control of myself and I began to shudder.

Paulie again insisted himself into my mouth as I “mmmmhmm! mhhhmmm!”ed on his dick. “Oh it's cumming baby! It's cumming” Fuuuuck!” Paulie bellowed, filling my mouth with thick meaty cum. I felt it travel up his dick and hit my tongue and I kept pumping as I got my pussy and my ass pounded.

Paulie stepped away and, without giving it much thought, I swallowed. He returned with a beer bottle and offered it to me but I opened up and showed him my empty mouth. Paulie looked down at the ground before looking back at me. “You eat it?” he asked and I “yes!”ed between Lanyard and Barstool's humps. “Fuck! That is a good girl! She swallows, guys!”.

Barstool popped himself out of my ass and Lanyard lifted me up. I was placed on my knees again as Barstool and Lanyard drew closer. “Open up baby” they grunted. “Keep your mouth open. Get low” and I complied. They stood in front of me jerking off for about 2 minutes before Barstool blasted me right in the face. His cum ran down my cheeks and on to my tits. Lanyard began to groan and stuck the head halfway in my mouth and shot a thick musky load in my mouth.

The guys grunted and moaned as they evacuated their baby-batter. My body shuddered again and I orgasmed, feeling their cum all over me.

I remained on my knees catching my breath while they got dressed. I finally stood as Paulie thanked me and tossed my dress and an “all access” lanyard out into the hallway. I walked out to retrieve it when the guys laughed and Paulie slammed the door. “Enjoy the concert baby!” he shouted. I stood in the hall and zipped my dress back up. Men walking past me like they were used to seeing naked girls with splooge on their faces and tits get dressed outside of dressing rooms. Like it happened all the time.

I did the “walk of shame” out the backstage door into the concert venue. My hair a mess. Cum still streaming down my face. My tits slick with man chowder. My dress crooked. And my lanyard hanging around my neck. I was proud of myself. I really was. I walked to the bathroom past disgusted faces and fixed my hair in the mirror as best I could. I straightened my dress and went to wet down a paper towel to wipe my face but.. I decided against it. I earned that. I'm leaving it there.

I had no illusions about meeting the band at this point. I could hear them start playing when Barstool was lubing up my ass. No way I was braving a post concert restroom to clean up. And I couldn't meet them looking like this. But at least I got to see a great show. And I got to live out a fantasy that few other girls would admit to before I got too old and cynical to actually go through with it!

I found my gas station dressing room waiting for me much as I'd left it, sans contemptful soccer moms. After taking a lukewarm whore's bath I changed clothes before dropping my backstage pass into the trash. I walked out into the night air with a bag full of leather to begin my journey home wondering if I'd ever tell anyone about what I had done.