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Coachella Booty Pt. 1
The bass from the main stage thumped through the walls behind the stage. David Guetta was performing on stage, and soon Jennifer Lopez would make her surprise appearance for the first time ever at Coachella. Marco sat backstage, listening to the loud bass and keyboards. Everything had been arranged perfectly, along with the date that awaited him and David later.
Sitting in his chair, he watched Demi Rose Mawby bend over, showing off her huge ass. Marco had paid extra to bring her here. He was dating Jennifer, but she allowed him to mess around with a woman on the side, so long as the girl agreed to fuck David later. Demi agreed after a hefty fee that included backstage passes and for an afterparty later when they all returned home in New York City.
Demi's long black hair blended in the darkness of the room. Marco was wearing nothing but a shiny silver robe. It was taken from Jennifer's wardrobe. He had been drinking with Demi for the past hour, warming her up for some hot sex while David and Jennifer would be on stage together. Demi nodded at him, ready for this moment as she dropped her tiny thong down to the floor.. She stepped out of it with one smooth motion, her hips swaying slightly, not performatively, just the natural rhythm of a body that knew its own weight. Marco watched, fingers drumming against the armrest of his chair in time with the distant pulse of David Guetta's set. The bassline vibrated through the floor, up through the legs of his chair, into his spine. Demi unhooked her bra next, letting it fall open before she shrugged it off, and Marco smiled at the sight of her massive tits. She pressed her hands against them, fondling her own tits and squeezing them.
"Come here," he said, not asking. Demi didn’t mind him ordering her around like this. The money was good, and the afterparty on a first class ticket to New York would be even better. She knelt between his spread knees, her hands resting on his thighs as the opening notes of Jennifer’s first song crackled through the backstage speakers. She was performing her new hit single with David called 'Save Me Tonight'. The crowd roared—a tidal wave of sound that seeped through the walls and Marco smirked proudly to himself. Perfect timing as Demi fell to her knees in front of him.
"Are you ready for me?" Demi asked. Marco nodded, "I hope you're ready to suck on some dick." She giggled, "Oh yes, I am."
Demi's fingers worked the knot of his robe loose, the silk parting to reveal his cock already hard beneath the fabric. The bass from the stage synced with the pulse in his temples as she leaned in, her breath warm against his skin. "You're already looking so hard for me," she spoke the words in that British lilt, her lips brushing the head of him before she took him into her mouth with a slow, practiced ease. Marco exhaled sharply, head tipping back against the chair as the wet heat of her tongue dragged along his length. One hand pushed down to the base of his cock. She squeezed it and stroked gently as she began to suck. This was only for a few moments. She moved her hand away once she settled herself. Her hands settled on his hips, fingers pressing into the softness of his skin there as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking him deeper down her throat.
The roar of the crowd outside swelled again. Jennifer's singing voice cut through the mix, belting out the chorus of that new hit song. Marco grinned lazily, one hand tangling in Demi's dark hair as she bobbed her head, her rhythm unhurried but insistent. He was pleased with the way she sucked his dick. He could feel the vibration of the music through the floor, through the chair, through Demi's gripping lips around the length. Her nails dug in just enough to leave marks, and he hissed, hips jerking involuntarily. Demi pulled back with a wet pop, grinning up at him.
"Someone's going mad in excitement," she teased, her tongue darting out to lick a wet stripe across the length. "Just sit back and relax. I will make you feel so good."
She reached down for her huge tits and held them up. Marco sat back, watching her shove his cock between her tits and squeeze them together. Demi glanced down at the head pushing upward and spit on it. Now he was ready for the next phase.
The moment Demi squeezed her tits around his cock, Marco swore under his breath, "Fuck!" It was not from surprise, but from the sheer perfection of how her warm, pillowy flesh encased his shaft. her cleavage swallowed his cock wholesomely, proving that she had a rack that was made for fucking. Demi smirked up at him, her British accent dripping with mischief. "Like that, love? Or should I go harder?" Before he could answer, she pumped them again.
Outside, Jennifer's voice soared over the crowd, hitting a high note that somehow synced with the way Demi's tits bounced as she quickened her pace. Marco's fingers tightened in her hair, not guiding, just holding on. It didn't stop Demi from pumping her tits up and down. Tittyfucking was something not just for the man. She enjoyed it too and would go an extra mile to show that commitment. The bass from the stage thrummed through the room, relentlessly matching the pace Demi worked her mouth. She leaned down, catching the head of his cock between her lips as it peeked out from her cleavage, sucking lightly before letting it pop free again. It slipped back down, then popped back up and she licked it. The wet sound was audible, lost under the noise of the concert but loud in Marco's ears.
"You are so good at this," Marco said. Demi just giggled, "oh, you have no idea how much I'm loving this." She looked down and licked the head as it pushed up again.
"Do you want me to make you cum?" Demi asked. Marco nodded.
Outside, Jennifer's voice carried into the final lines over the keyboard riffs. The crowd's cheers bleeding through the walls like a distant storm. Demi's tongue flicked against the head of his cock each time it emerged, her lips forming a perfect O around it before letting it slide back down into the soft valley of her big tits. "Fuck," Marco breathed in. "You’re gonna make me cum so fucking hard."
She worked harder and faster, pounding her tits around his cock. Marco wasn't allowed to fuck her. That pussy and her booty was reserved for David. So he couldn't go beyond the titfuck. That made Marco want to get the most out of this. "Keep working those tits, Demi!"
"I know you're close," she continued to move her tits back and forth. "Go on, love," she murmured, her accent curling around the words. "Let it out for me."
She wasn't going to let go and pull his cock out. That meant she was getting a pearl necklace. Marco grunted as his cock exploded, firing lines of cum up on her neck and around her chin and tits. Demi kept her tits pressed tight around him, milking the last pulses from his cock with slow, deliberately slow squeezes. The warmth of his release streaked across her skin, dripping down between her cleavage in thick rivulets. She laughed breathlessly, licking at a stray drop near the corner of her mouth.
"Bloody hell, you came buckets," she teased, her British accent light and playful. Marco slumped back in the chair, taking a deep breath that made his chest rise. It was an amazing tittyfuck, worth every penny from this girl. She got up and then walked away, letting him see her big ass cheeks rubbing together.
He couldn't fuck her. She was a treat for David Guetta and now Marco was thinking about how much he would be enjoying that ass. But for Marco, he was getting JLo. So what was better? The best in the world or some OnlyFans hooker?
He got cleaned up and then spent the next half hour preparing for Jennifer. Demi wandered back to where David Guetta would be waiting for her in a trailer.
Back at their own trailer, Marco opened the door and saw Jennifer waiting for him, "hey there."
"Nice show baby, you sounded great." He leaned in and kissed her lips.
"God, I’m exhausted. But that crowd was fucking electric. It feels good to be on stage again." Marco smiled, "you were on stage a few months ago too," Jennifer laughed. But the look in her face was that JLo mode. Marco could see she was going to eat him alive.
"Did you fuck her?"
"I fucked her tits. She was built for that. You should've seen how big they were. My whole dick disappeared between them."
Jennifer smirked, "so you didn't tap that ass?" Marco shook his head, "no, I didn't want to disrespect you like that. There is no ass better than yours in the whole world. She might have a bigger one, but I like yours better."
"Disrespect me?" she repeated, her voice low, fingers tracing the collar of his shirt. "Baby, I told you to fuck her. We paid a lot of money to bring her out here, so I thought you might want to enjoy the whore."
David was undoubtedly enjoying Demi right now. Marco could only imagine what was going on. The blowjob and titfuck she gave him was likely a warm up for some real fun.
David Guetta's trailer was rocking and rolling. Or at least that was what was happening in the bedroom. A bed was shaking and rattling against the wall. It all began when Demi arched her back over the edge of the bed, her massive ass raised in invitation, waiting for him.
Not even a minute later he bottomed out inside her and started pounding that big ass. The rhythm was merciless—David wasn't the kind to ease into anything. His hands clamped around Demi's hips, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her waist as he dragged her back onto him with each thrust. The bedframe rattled against the trailer wall in time with the distant thump of the festival's closing acts, the soundproofing doing little to muffle the wet slap of skin on skin. Demi buried her face in the sheets, her British voice muffled by the fabric as she reached back to spread her cheeks wider.
"OHHHHHH!!!! CHRIST!! YOU'RE SO DEEP!! YESSSSSSSS!! FUCK MY ARSE!!!!!"
David Guetta's cock slammed in and out of Demi's big ass. Her boobs bounced and the bed shook against the wall as he took that ass.
Back at the trailer shared by Jennifer and Marco, they were ready to get it on. They stripped naked and he sat on the edge of the bed, watching as Jennifer moved her ass over him. "You think her tits were good?" Jennifer teased. One hand slid down to grip his hardening cock that rubbed against his stomach. "Wait till you feel what this ass can do."
Jennifer's hips rolled in a slow circle, the warmth of her bare skin pressing against Marco's thighs as she settled into his lap. She moved nice and slowly, pushing his cock into the crack of her ass so she could slide up and down.
"Relax, papi. You just sit there and let me do the work." Her hips began to move again, this time with purpose, grinding him between her cheeks. As she did this, Marco leaned in and slid one of his hands between her thighs to begin playing with her pussy.
Jennifer moaned, "Ohhhhhhh, papi wants to play. I bet you want to play real dirty with me, hmmmmmmmmmm?" She started grinding harder on him before turning around to face him. Jennifer pressed her lips to his and they began to kiss as she reached for his cock and held it tightly. Her hand moved up and down a few times, stroking him nice and good.
Jennifer’s kiss was hungry, her teeth grazing Marco’s lower lip before she pulled back just enough to murmur against his mouth. "You taste like her." There was no accusation—just amusement, the kind that sent a shiver down his spine. Her hand tightened around his cock, her thumb swiping over the head where Demi’s spit still glistened. "Naughty boy," she breathed, her hips rolling in a slow, deliberate circle that had his toes curling against the trailer’s cheap carpet.
"Lay down. I'm going to make you forget all about Demi for the rest of the night," that was what Jennifer said as she sank his cock into her tight pussy. Her hands went to his chest, holding him there as she began rolling her hips to ride Marco's dick.
Jennifer’s thighs flexed as she rose and fell on Marco’s cock. it began with a small dance but then she found a rhythm moving up and down. Marco thought about Demi's tits as he put his hands on Jennifer's chest and slid his fingers over hers. He squeezed her tits as she continued to rock back and forth. "Go faster, baby."
His wish came true as Jennifer worked harder and faster until she was fucking him wildly. The trailer walls shook with each bounce of her hips, the cheap plywood vibrating in time with her moans. Marco gripped her waist, fingers pressing into the softness of her skin as she took him deeper with every downward stroke. Sweat glistened between her breasts, catching the dim trailer light as she threw her head back, her dark curls cascading over her shoulders.
"You like this, papi?" You like watching me take every inch of your cock after you fucked the big tits of some OnlyFans hooker?" Marco could only groan in response, his hips lifting to meet her halfway as she rode him with a hunger that bordered on desperation. She needed this just as much as he did. She kept going until they were both drawing close.
"Fuck! OHHHHH FUCK!!!" He screamed. Jennifer rocked and continued.
"Cum for me papi! Give me your cum!"
"Here it comes, Jennifer! FUCKKKKKKK!!!!!!"
It came as they reached their orgasm with loud screams. Jennifer threw her head back, her dark curls bouncing wildly as she arched her spine, pressing Marco deeper inside her than he’d ever been before. The walls of her pussy clenched around him like a velvet vise, milking his cock as she cried through her own climax. Marco’s fingers dug into her hips hard enough to bruise, his groan lost under Jennifer’s sharp cry as she collapsed forward, her sweat-slick chest heaving against his.
Out of breath, they both looked at each other and Jennifer smiled, "you are so lucky that I don't get jealous. I might just bring that slut in here tomorrow and have my own fun with her. You would like that, wouldn't you papi?"
The End.