Backstage Ass: Doc Ryder

"Closing time," the manager informed us an hour after Doc's last song.

Most of our group had left by now. Only me, Rusty, Kelly and Allison remained to closeout the night.

Doc and his girl were the only one's left at their table and for the last twenty minutes she'd been working Doc's thick pole the same way I had been working Rusty's.

"Where the fuck is that cab?" Kelly groaned while we waited in the parking lot.

None of us were sober enough to drive and the cab was taking forever to get here. Rusty was too drunk to stand and I left him at the ground by my feet while I watched Doc and his blond at his motorcycle. They were talking and doing some light kissing. He watched me over the blonds shoulder while they kissed; his hand holding the back of her neck. She had her hands down at his waist and when her body moved to the side I saw the massive erection poking out the zipper of Doc's jeans. He stared at me across the parking lot while the blond jerked him off. He had a patch of her hair in his hand and I guarantee she would have consented if he'd guided her mouth to his gorgeous, big cock.

My pussy was dripping with desire. I wanted to feel Doc's colossal hog in my hand; to feel him twitch when I ran a light finger over the head of his prick. I was so horny that I was hoping he would fuck her right here in front of us; just pull her pants down and punisher her cum-slit while I watched.

"I've gotta go to the washroom," Rusty said from his spot on the ground. "I don't feel good."

"So go," I said.

He had been useful earlier when I wanted to make Doc jealous, but I had no need for him now and even less desire to babysit him.

"I'll take you," Allison offered.

She picked him up off the ground and took him to the washroom to be sick.

"Where is this cab?" Kelly said when Allison and Rusty were in the washroom.

I turned to see if the blond girl was on her knees in front of Doc and to my surprise, they'd separated and she was walking away. I smiled and turned around when he looked at me. As much as I'd wanted to imagine Doc having sex, I was glad that he would be going home alone tonight.

"Where the fuck is this guy?" Kelly asked again.

I heard Doc's motorcycle fire up and I somehow managed to keep from looking back at him. I didn't want to be the last one caught looking in our flirty little game.

A moment later, Doc pulled up beside me. He held a helmet out, but didn't say a word.

"What's this?" I asked.

The rumble from his bike made my entire body quiver.

"Backstage pass," he said with a sly grim.

I looked at Kelly.

She shrugged. "If you want to go. Go."

I squealed and hugged her before snatching the helmet from Doc's hand. The time for playing it cool was gone and I couldn't suppress my glee.

He pulled out onto the pavement with a screech of the tires and we were flying down the road under a pregnant moon. The wind blew my brown hair back as I held on for dear life. Doc cranked the throttle and the bike jerked us forward.

"Hold on," he turned his head and yelled.

My hands were already around his waist and I lowered my right hand to his crotch. The bike swerved a little when I found his cock nestled snuggly against his right leg. I felt it grow with my touch and Doc slowed the bike to take a sharp turn.

The tepid air of the night blew Doc's hair back into my face and I inhaled the musky essence. I didn't know where we were going and I didn't care. I thought about asking him as we went, but I was too busy enjoying the girth of his joystick.


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