Chapter 5:

Band Mom Is A Slut

On my next passage, I found myself anchored about 200 yds offshore, near a quaint little town. At nightfall I heard live music coming from shore. Sensing a party and eager to get my dick sucked, I loaded some beers into my backpack and dropped the dink, headed for shore. Tied to the dock and made my way to main street, running parallel to shore. The town was alive!! Numerous bars, most with live bands. And the cute little twat prancing around! Everywhere! Things were looking positive.

As I sauntered down the street, I killed a couple of beers. Feeling mellow now I screwed up my courage and entered the next bar. Holy shit! The place was packed with scantily dressed cunt, every one of them easy on the eye. Their outfits didn’t leave much to the imagination, butt cheeks and ample cleavage clearly on show. I sidled up to the bar and ordered a beer, surveying the crowd of hotties all around.

I saw a few possibilities at a standup bar near the entrance. A few were with girlfriends or boyfriends, a few were solo. I squeezed in next to an older lady who was looking quite bored. Struck up a conversation. Turns out she was with the band; kind of a roadie, groupie, fuck me whenever you want sort of thing. She was quite open about, and proud of, the fact that she was the band’s whore.

“Interesting line of work,” I said. “Do you ever get bored being pounded by the same dicks over and over? Doesn’t it get boring sucking the same cocks every day?” “Well, not really,” she replied. “Ya pretty quickly learn who likes what, who’s good at licking my cunt, who’s best at giving me that hard pounding ass fuck that I so dearly love, who prefers fucking my mouth.