"What about your wife? You're married, aren't you?" I ask, not wanting to put him off, but also not wanting to wreck his home life.
"She doesn't mind while I'm away, as long as I don't catch anything."
He guides me backstage and pushes me against a wall, kissing me roughly, tasting of rum, his hands already under my shirt, taking it off, back on my waist. He pushes his body against mine, pulling me close, his left hand spread at the nape of my neck, his right finding it's way down the back of my trousers. The sense of power he emits is overwhelming, and I very quickly become his to do what he wants with. He moves his hand slightly to get a grip on my hair, unzips my tight leather trousers and suddenly his hand is under my knickers, a strong finger sliding between my labia as he finds his way around.
I can feel that he is not only extremely hard, but also huge. I carefully undo his fly and slide my hand under his underwear, at which point I realise just how huge he is. He whispers in my ear.
"It's bigger on the inside" before turning me around and bending me over a waist-height surface, firmly gripping my body.
"Not bad" he says, as he lightly rubs the head of his cock on my pussy, teasing me. I reach back and pull him towards me as best I can with him holding me down, so he slowly pushes his enourmous dick in. I feel myself stretching to accomodate it, the pain only making me wetter for him as he starts to gently thrust. As my pussy gets more used to the MASSIVE FUCKING PENIS inside of it he gets rougher, fucking deeper until I start to moan.
"Be quiet, the entire audience will know I'm fucking you" he hisses, leaning forward and grabbing my throat. He is fucking even deeper now, daring me to make a sound. I can feel his hips hitting my arse and I know he's fully in, which I'm thankful for because I'm pretty sure if there was any more of it he would go straight through my cervix. The pain accompanying every thrust is nothing compared to the pleasure that comes from that massive cock inside me. His massive cock. Aurelio Voltaire's massive cock. Inside me.
Each thrust is pushing me closer to the edge, the pressure building inside, any second now. His grip around my neck tightens as he fucks harder and faster, and I know he's about to cum. I can't suppress a loud moan, which comes out choked and weak because my larynx is severely restricted, and in an attempt to remain quiet, I bite my wrist as I climax more intensely than ever before, at the exact same time Voltaire himself cums deep in my pussy.
I am drained. He looks pretty drained too. I look at the clock.
"You've only got 10 minutes until you have to be onstage."
"Fuck. I guess you'd better go find your friend, I'll see you out there."
I lean against the doorway for a few seconds, watching him as he stares into space before turning to look in the mirror, making sure his makeup is perfect and he still looks beautiful. If he's anywhere near as exhausted as I am, he will struggle with his show.
"Good luck" I breathe to the space between us, the words barely audible. I turn and leave the room, and rejoin my friend in the audience.
