Last Night The DJ Fucked Me Live

Saturday night and Leah had coerced me into going to this techno rave. Look, I love techno as much as the next person, so I said yes. I mean she did say this wasn't your usual rave, and that she got VIP tickets where we would be next to the DJ the entire night. I knew who she was talking about because I had instagrammed him, and he was fucking fit. Slicked back blonde hair, muscles that protruded from every seam of his body and tattoos that ran across his abdomen. Dark brown eyes that adorned kohl liner to enhance the dramatics of his performance. Leah had warned me that he had a certain style at these underground sets. Thinking that he probably snorted a lot of drugs, I shrugged it off and dressed absolutely wild for the occasion. My mini denim skirt barely fit around my ass and the torn shreds of a shirt clung to my hourglass figure. Bra or no bra was the question, however. I had recently undergone my dream surgery and my tits were now the most perfect parts of me. Pierced for added sparkle.

I mimicked the DJ's style and added kohl liner to my green eyes and my dark black hair which I styled in a high ponytail. I wanted to look unrecognisable, to get lost in his music. See, I was talking to someone for the last few months, but I had realised they were interested in filling their own cup, not mine. He got the best of my heart, personality, tight cunt and banging new tits. He didn't even deserve it. Thank God for Leah, because without her, I would be sulking at home and hating myself.

"Ready hot stuff?" Leah cooed at me.

"As I will ever be hun," I sighed. Shit I missed talking to him.

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Leah had given the Uber driver an address and thirty five minutes later we arrived at this industrial estate. The dull thumping of music echoed through the corrugated steel roofs and I felt the pull immediately. Leah had handed me something and then winked.

"Trust me, this will help," she laughed and walked ahead.

I trusted my housemate, she was the crazy one. No, she was my saviour in these last few weeks. Swallowing the paper thing she had given me, I had followed behind her like a lost puppy. Entering the large bricked arches, I was transported into hedonism. The strobe lighting running around trying to catch the beat. The music deafening. The bodies writhing against each other. This wasn't a rave per se, it was an orgy. I looked at Leah, confusion etched on my face.

"You don't have to do anything. You can watch if that's what your comfortable with." Leah had already removed her halter top and began bopping to the beat.

"But... but what do I do?" I screamed over the rhythmic techno.

"Whatever you want babe. This is your wristband. Go and observe from the DJ booth." I could see Leah's smirk as the yellow laser beam fell upon her toned figure. And then she was gone.

The maze of bodies fucking each other had shocked me enough to keep walking towards the large sign that shouted VIP. Showing my wristband, I ascended the stairs to where a dozen people were dancing furiously to the hard beat that kept thumping through the speakers. The DJ was topless bopping nonchalantly as he watched a sea of people grinding on each other senselessly. Enjoying how they all reacted to the ambience he was creating. We locked eyes, and quickly I averted them to also look at the people. His dark brown eyes had seen inside of me and awakened this need to be closer to him. The eyes or that thing Leah had given me?

Instinctively, I moved closer to him as the people around moved to the back to initiate their own intimacy. I watched them undress each other, my mouth agape. I think I wanted that. In fact, I needed that. At that particular point, I felt a body press behind me, turning to look at who's cock I could feel on my lower back. It was him, the DJ. His slicked back blonde hair now falling in-front of his face. He was searching for my consent and I simply nodded. In an instant, I was bent over his decks as he lifted my skirt to reveal the black lace thong I was wearing. I could feel the vibrations of a low growl coming from his chest. I didn't even know his name.

In my reverie of thought, I felt his hand on my neck as he pushed me down further onto his decks. The discomfort from the knobs felt intoxicating. His large hands spread my legs wide and began rubbing small circles over my panties and a moan escaped my lips. Thank God, he could not hear me give in so easily to his touch as the techno music now slowed down to a tranquil beat. I could feel his breath on my neck as he kissed me tenderly. Nothing about this interaction was tender. His hand brushed against my clit again and this time he pushed my panties to the side. He had full access to me. Instantly his finger found my opening. Slipping one finger inside, I moaned louder, he took that as encouragement and began fucking me slowly. My wetness coating his large index finger. I needed more, so I placed my hand over his and pushed his middle finger out of a fist.

"More." My plea was a shout, a scream.

Obligingly, his second finger slipped in with ease. My hands were now securely by the side of my head, the DJ kept driving his fingers inside of me. My pussy was convulsing in sharp waves as he pulsed through me. Hooking his fingers inside of me. He then expertly turned me around so I was splayed over his decks, fingers still inside. I was left breathless. His dark eyes staring me down as he pulled down my top to release my perfectly enhanced breasts. Catching my nipple in his mouth he began sucking on my left brown nipple. In the background the crowd began to bop in rhythm to the hypnotic flute that accompanied the trance beat. He manoeuvred me so he could add slight reverb to the track, which made me feel otherworldly.

Whilst he attended to the crowd. I looked up to see him unbuckling his belt, he was going to fuck me over his decks whilst a crowd worshipped his artistry. I spread my legs willingly and began playing with my pussy as he took care of his business. It turned me on watching him focus so diligently on his mix that my mouth hung open as I drew fast circles on my wet clit. Wanting his attention back on me, I decided to slip two fingers inside. Slowly fucking myself to the rhythm of his mix. My fingers went in and out, the wetness coating my own fingers as I couldn't bear to slow down. I needed it rough. He watched me as I took my free hand and I started pinching my nipples, hard.

The DJ finished setting the next track and removed his headphones. His cock now begging to be set free from his trousers, which he did. He was massive. Veins protruded from every angle of his shaft. It would feel heavenly inside of me, the veins acting as ridges for my pussy to grip. I pulled him on top of me and he expertly inserted his cock. Gasping, I brought his mouth down to mine. I wanted to feel his soft, pink lips on mine. The DJ began fucking me, in short, shallow thrusts; whilst also interlocking his tongue with mine. He tasted of cigarettes and whiskey. Heady. His tongue lapping against mine had pushed me even further into this euphoric feeling. The DJ's cock, large and thick stretched me, the shallow thrusting acting as a warm-up to what he was about to do me in front of his devoted audience.

Suddenly, he had paused and pulled out. I was splayed over his workstation naked and gagging for more. Turning, he calls over to his videographer who was busy capturing backstage content. The DJ's cock acting as a compass, he whispered something into his ear, then turned to me. Pushing my legs apart so I was splayed under the DJ and his videographer, camera pointed at me. The DJ stuck his middle finger and tongue into the camera lens, then pushed his hard cock inside of me. There was no mercy here. He fucked me hard, using both his hands to grip my breasts as his cock pistoned into my wet cunt. The videographer positioning the camera so it was over my body, capturing only me and the DJ's cock bulleting through me.

Wetness dripped from my pussy as I lay there taking his cock. Then, he grabbed the microphone and screamed, "Want me to finish inside of her?"

The crowd went livid, stopping what they were doing to watch the grande finale. His cock still fucking me, and now his hands grabbed my hips as he quickened his pace. Eyes wild and sweat dripping from his chest onto my naked body. My breasts barely bouncing but enjoying his attention. His mouth latched on to my nipple again and began sucking and biting. His hand went out to make a 'thumbs up' motion to his accomplice and I noticed that our tryst was now being displayed on the large screens around the warehouse. I was getting fucked by this DJ, his cock pushing in and out of me with great force that I could no longer think straight. The many eyes watching as he used my body, this was my Everest. My pussy convulsed for a second time and I could feel my orgasm building inside. The DJ was close too, as his thrusts became hungrier and faster. His hips moving rapidly. The groan which left his lips instantly filled me with my own excitement. We finished at the same time and the crowd cheered as they watched him empty his cum into me.

The lights turned purple, the strobes glittered in crimson. This is what I came for.