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Everything was planned. Everything was supposed to be great. Wonderful even. But the truth could not be farther from her dreams. She was there, in the crowd. Everyone was dancing, singing... If that could be even called singing. She couldn't even hear his beautiful voice. The other fans were blocking her vision, throughout the whole concert, she could see Wilbur's face maybe five times. She traveled so far just to see him, and this is the thing she got? No, fuck that. She will take what she wants. Wilbur didn't give her the attention she craved, so she will take it.
She didn't care that what she was doing was illegal and morally wrong. It Is his fault that he was so charming.
So she waited. She waited for a long time, watching as everyone lost their hope of seeing Wilbur again and getting an autograph. It wasn't only an autograph she wanted, she wanted much more. When she saw that there were less and less people, she sneaked back into the building where the concert was taking place, following the workers who were packing the musical instruments and taking them back into a truck. It took a while to find him, but she finally did.
Here he was, drinking a bottle of water while listening to some of Mark's rambling. He looked tired, but still in a good mood. It almost made her think about her actions. Almost.
For two or three minutes, she pretended that she worked there, helping others with packing until the right moment came. She watched as Wilbur left the group and followed him. Wilbur went to the bathroom. She waited outside, standing right beside the doors. The next doors next to her were for staff only. It had a key sticking out of the lock, it was like the god was doing a favor for her.
The moment Wilbur stepped out of the bathroom, she grabbed him by his hair, opened the next door, and shoved them both in. She quickly locked the door and turned the lights on. It was a cleaning room. It had some mops and buckets, as well as a few cleaning chemicals. Wilbur's head couldn't process what was happening so quickly as he fell to the ground, he didn't even manage to scream fast enough. The moment he opened his mouth, there was a knife pressing into his tongue.
,,Don't even try that or I will have no choice other than to cut it out. It would be hard, singing without your little tongue, wouldn't it?" Wilbur's eyes were open wide. It was pretty visible that he was scared. His breath was quick and dull. ,,Don't protest or this will be much worse for you. Understood?"
He couldn't do much more than nod his head slightly. ,,Good boy." She took the knife out of his mouth. He closed it right after, watching her every move. ,,What... What do you want-" ,,You."
It was silence. ,,What do you mean?" Wilbur looked confused. She just rolled her eyes. ,,Sex." ,,Oh... OH FUCK N-" Wilbur tried to stand up only to be pressed back down with a knife under his throat. ,,Don't. I have no problem with fucking your corpse as well. Maybe it would be even easier. So don't even try it."
Wilbur wanted to say something, only for his mouth to fall back shut when nothing came to his mind. It was silence again before she started to get bored of Wilbur trying to come out with something. She started to unbutton his shirt but then Wilbur grabbed her hand. ,,Please don't... I can... I don't know. I can give you something else. Anything. Just please let's come out and pretend that this didn't happen." Wilbur was clearly in a panic although he sounded somehow collected. ,,Yeah, right. I'm not that fucking stupid."
With that, she shoved his hand away and proceeded to unbutton his shirt. She looked at his chest, taking the pretty sight in. Wilbur was still somehow collected even when his body was clearly on a different side. ,,What about-" ,,No."
Then Wilbur screamed. Hoping that someone will hear it and will look for him. However, the only thing he caused was a knife in his thigh. He didn't get to scream this time, his mouth being blocked with his shirt as she got it off him and shoved it in his mouth. All that collected looks washed away. Tears started to stream from his eyes, as he watched her in disbelief. ,,I told you to shut the fuck up. What part of that you didn't understand? Do you want your biggest fan to get in trouble because you can't even keep your mouth shut?" She kissed his cheek. It was so gentle and full of love, in complete contrast with her rough words. ,, You're so fucking stupid. You know that?" The kisses started to travel down to his neck. The knife in his thigh wasn't so deep, but it was deep enough to hurt like bitch and bleed a lot.
Wilbur started to hiccup a little to keep himself from sobbing. He closed his eyes, not wanting to watch as she unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled his pants down. ,,Eyes open darling." she smiled and dried his tears with her sleeve. ,,There is nothing to be afraid of if you act nice."
She took the shirt out of his mouth. Wilbur didn't scream. He learned his lesson. ,,Please... Please stop. I don't want this. How old are you even? You don't even look older than 20. Do you want to ruin your life so early?" Wilbur's voice was quiet. ,,None of your business, pretty boy."
Wilbur felt her hand on his crotch. He tried to run from the unwelcoming pleasure but failed. ,,No. Please no-" Wilbur was shushed by a kiss he didn't want. He closed his mouth as much as he could but he opened it again when she squished his bleeding thigh. She forced her tongue into his mouth, leaving Will paralyzed. He lost all hope of getting out of this situation. He didn't want to die like this, so maybe going along until she was done, was a better option. At least he hoped so.
She started to jerk him off through his underwear. Even though he didn't want to, he moaned in her mouth. It felt good. Maybe it wasn't so bad after all?
,,Looks like someone enjoys this. Do you have a thing for rape, darling?" She asked him between their make-out session. That actually made Wilbur question himself. Did he actually like this? No, definitely no. Unless-?
She slipped his underwear off. She could finally see his whole body, this was all worth it. ,,You see. I was having trouble seeing you on the stage and now you are all naked under me. Have you ever thought about what kind of bad people are between your audience?" She asked him with a genuine interest in her voice. Wilbur had trouble talking so he just shook his head.
,,Well, maybe you should have." She grabbed his half-hard dick. Wilbur gasped at the contact, his back arched a little. ,,I wonder how often you have sex when you are a rock star. I bet everyone wants to sleep with you."
,,I- I don't have time for that." He answered. ,,Oh, So I'm actually doing you a favor. How cute." she lowered her head closer to his dick. ,,What are you- oh FUCK!" Wilbur threw his head back with a loud whine when he felt her mouth around the tip. ,,N-No!" He tried to push her head off, but the moment his hands touched her hair, he couldn't do it. It felt so fucking good. He hasn't felt like this for ages.
He pushed his length deeper, making her gag. She didn't expect this at all. Wilbur was starting to get so loud that she started to get worried that someone would come to see what was going on. She grabbed him by his bleeding thigh, telling him to shut up.
Wilbur whined but got the message. He pulled her hair in pain, making her stay still with his dick in her mouth. It almost made her chuckle. He was struggling to do absolutely anything at this point. When Wilbur moved her head up and down again, she started to think that this wasn't maybe the best idea. Wilbur was a tall guy, no wonder that his dick wasn't the smallest.
Even when she gagged for the fifth time in two minutes, it didn't discourage her. Wilbur had forgotten again how to keep quiet but this time she let him be loud. If that boy wanted everyone to know that he was having sex in the cleaning room, so be it.
It looked like Wilbur was full of surprises because after 10 minutes he was using her mouth, Wilbur was on the edge. She quickly shoved herself away, taking all the pleasure with her. Wilbur whined, sad eyes looking at her.
,,How are you this pathetic? Like seriously, this is fucking sad." Her fingers were holding his length but didn't move even a little bit. When he tried to move himself to gain pleasure, she tightened them, dragging another loud whine out of him. ,,Do you even touch yourself when you are alone bitch? Or did you just wait until someone from your fans raped you? You wanted this, didn't you?"
,,Well... There is a chance that I would be enjoying this I didn't feel like my leg was falling off."
,,Don't lie, I'm sure that you like the pain. Now answer, when was the last time you masturbated?"
Wilbur blushed a little and looked to the side. ,,I don't remember... But it was a long time ago now." She grinned at the embarrassment in Wilbur's voice. ,,So I was right. You are sexually starved." Wilbur looked at her, he had his teeth tightly together and his cheeks were red. ,,I guess I am, aren't I?" He chuckled nervously.
,,I can't believe that you are so chill while being raped. How about I give you a new job?" She stood up from the ground, Wilbur was watching her with his puffy red eyes, curious about what she meant.
He watched her as her hand went under her skirt and she gently slid off her tights with her panties. He could feel his cheeks become even hotter than they were. ,,What are you doing now...?" His voice sounded unsure. ,, On your knees whore."
Wilbur could put the dots together and figure out what was going to happen, but his mind didn't want to for some reason. However, he listened and got on his knees, his wound stretching, making him wail in pain. ,,Can I know your age before-" His question was interrupted by her harshly pulling his hair towards her.
,,You know what I want now." She was smirking, watching the poor nervous man with his mouth right in front of her private area. ,,After all, isn't it exciting knowing that you can get into trouble? That maybe I'm underaged and no one will believe that I was the one who raped you? I'm not saying that I am. But the chance is there."
Wilbur's eyes were shiny from tears from before. Possibly even from some new ones.
Wilbur pressed his trembling lips to her cunt. ,,Go on. I bet you already have experience so do it good." With those words, she pressed his face more against her skin. He was still watching her with fear but slowly he started to move his tongue.
She could feel a new type of excitement run through her body as she felt his wet tongue on her clit. She let out a silent moan. The fact that she had such a popular man in front of her on his knees turned her on even more.
Wilbur adjusted his position better, his hands were now squeezing her thighs. If she didn't know better, she could say that Wilbur looked like he was enjoying himself too. The movements of his tongue and the sucking could maybe prove that she wasn't just thinking nonsense.
And on top of that, she could hear Wilbur moan. ,,Having fun, pretty boy?" She asked, in the provoking matter. Regardless Wilbur let out an approving sound. He was doing a great job to be honest. His wet tongue sometimes left the clit and instead of that sucking on her hole. That made her let out a rather loud ,,Fuck!" as she rested her free hand against a wall that was behind Wilbur.
Her rough grip on his hair went away, being exchanged by her caressing his hair. ,,Shit, I didn't expect you to be so into this." she panted against the wall. ,,Such a good boy." Wilbur groaned at the praise. Then an idea came to her mind.
She smiled to herself, her hand leaving the wall and taking her phone out of her hoodie.
She got as straight with her body as she could and her grip on his hair tightened again. ,,Say cheese."
Wilbur didn't have a chance to react again as she took a picture of him, sucking on her cunt. ,,Now don't you dare to do any bullshit or I let the whole world know what a dirty whore you are for your fan."
Wilbur pushed himself away, covering his mouth in disbelief. What has he done? He got too carried away. ,,Wait... Please delete that. That... Please." Wilbur felt like crying again. ,,Why the fuck would I do that, darling? I wouldn't have any material to blackmail you with." She chuckled, as what he said was the silliest thing he could ask for.
, But I can promise you that as long as you won't try to tell anyone, this art piece will stay only in my phone." Wilbur gulped. He can't allow this to go out. He started such a pretty career now, it can't be ruined just because he is touched starved slut.
He didn't even notice when new tears started to roll out of his eyes. ,,Oh darling don't cry again. This is fine, no one has to know. If you will keep your part of this promise, I will keep mine too." Wilbur wondered how she could say everything in such an optimistic voice. ,,Now I think there is something much more important than that photo." she nudged his still hard dick with her shoe. ,,Ready for the main course?"
Wilbur nodded. It was almost automatic. His body longed for any touch it could get, the fact that he could finally maybe release was unreal. She nudged him with her shoe, this time in his chest, telling him to sit down more comfortably. And he did. Just like he did before. He started to feel almost bad for listening so easily.
He pressed his back against the wall and spread his legs slightly. His knees were bent but not enough to make it hard to sit on him. Wilbur felt that he was eager and he hated himself for that. He didn't even know her name. He let her use him like a simple fuck toy just because she felt like it. How did he get into this situation again?
She finally kneeled on him, slowly lowering herself onto his dick. Wilbur threw his head back, hitting the wall hard. But the numb pain made it better. Maybe she was right. Maybe she was right about everything. Maybe he is a masochistic whore.
He didn't even register when she managed to take him all in. But hell, something was a little off. ,,Fuck, how are you so tight." Wilbur groaned. It felt good, he can't lie about that one. ,,Wow, can't even have patience for a virgin girl. That's sad."
,,Wait what-" ,,Oh? You didn't figured that one out yet? I was holding my virginity for you, pretty boy." She ran her hand through his sweated hair. Wilbur relaxed at the gentle touch. ,,Why would you do that? That's absurd."
,, I think you are the best choice. Look how pretty you are. Pretty and well-mannered." Wilbur moaned as she started to move.
Up and down. Up and down. More and more. Sometimes her thigh would touch his wound, but he accepted the fact that he indeed liked it by now. The tempo was getting quicker and the same goes for their moans. Wilbur's hands were now on her waist, sometimes wondering on her hips.
She got over this new feeling quickly. It was even better than she imagined. She started to kiss his neck again, but this time Wilbur gave her full access to everything. Even when she kissed him on his mouth, he was the first of them that deepen the kiss.
And then, Wilbur started to be the one who controlled the tempo. What she of course, didn't like. But the twist was that this time, she failed to get into control. Wilbur's grip on her hips got harder and he started to move her as he liked.
She gasped as she felt that he was getting more rough. ,,Will- Fuck. Will can- can you slow- ah! Slow down!" She hugged him, her nails burying into his skin. Wilbur nuzzled into her neck in response. This started to get in a different direction than she would have planned. However, maybe having Wilbur in control wasn't such a bad idea.
She started to feel like she would be the first one of the two to cum. And the feeling was right. It doesn't happen every day that the girl will cum first. Now there was a new problem, this was starting to get too much.
The overstimulation hit her like a train and she tried to tell Wilbur that she had enough, but she didn't manage to. Nonetheless, it looked like Wilbur knew what was happening but was too busy chasing his own high. She tried to push away but he didn't approve.
All of a sudden, he changed position. He hugged her with one arm and pushed them both forward. She ended up with her back above the ground, her legs around wilbur and her arms two, holding herself for some reason we will never know. Wilbur was still holding her with one arm above the ground. His forearm was securing them not to fall on the side or the ground.
Wilbur was close. ,,Wait. Will. Will. Will! This can end up bad-" Yeah, he ignored that. He came into her. And it felt so fucking good for both sides.
His body went limp and they fell on the ground, his whole weight on her. They were both panting, thinking about what just happened. ,,You fucked up you know that right?" Wilbur just mumbled something into her neck, too tired to think about a response.
They lay on the ground for a few minutes, until they had enough energy to move. ,,I think that your band is probably looking for you. Or at least they were. You were so fucking loud that I wouldn't be surprised if they heard you and just left you."
Wilbur slowly got up. He took a look at the girl he just fucked. ,,Well. At least you are pretty."
,,Excuse me? What did you just say?"
,,I think I got lucky. Being raped by someone who looks good is a rarity."
There was silence until she started to laugh. ,,What in the actual fuck is wrong with you! You are worse than me!"
,,I don't know what to say! This is just awkward!"
,,You just creampied a teenager and this is the thing you say?"
Wilbur sighed. ,,Well... I guess I did. For my defense, I'm not proud about that."
He started to get his clothes on, sometimes losing balance while doing so. She stood up as well, feeling the sticky thing running down her legs. ,,What will you do if I will get pregnant?" She asked him while cleaning her thighs with random napkins she found in the room. Wilbur looked at her with the most worn-out expression he could do. ,,Probably kill myself."
They both got dressed, unlocked the door and stepped out like nothing ever happened. ,,Don't forget about the photo darling. If you keep quiet, I will too." They were ready to part their ways, but she stopped him for one last thing. ,,Don't touch yourself until next time. Don't worry, we will see each other soon." With that, she left Wilbur standing there in the middle of the hall, thinking about the best option on how to hide a dead body.
Wilbur came back, and everyone was worried. He looked pale, tired, and messy. He just told them that he felt sick, maybe from overworking , and got to their car. He needed to sleep, this was just too much.