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Smutember - day 11 costumes, Maxanncey

Anonymous 30 May

maxanncey 11

Max/Roxanne/Stacey, 2.5k, E

(Ao3)

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Roxanne and Stacey waited nervously in front of ordinary-looking door to a hotel room. Nothing about them was imposing, and yet the knowledge who was behind them made them both giddy, and just slightly intimidated, though that last feeling was quickly silenced by excitement from the prospect of what awaited them.

Soon, the two college girls heard footsteps, and when the door opened, the two gasped when the tall, handsome man in his trademark yellow jumpsuit opened the door.

- Finally, I've been waiting for-

He eyed, them, at least as much as he could through his sunglasses, and lowered them just a bit, awaiting their response.

- You two don't look like room service. - No-No, we're not, mister Powerline, sir! - Roxanne clapped her hands. - We're your fans and wanted to pay a visit to you. We were in the first row, tonight, don't you remember us?

The two swayed from side to side, their subtle, yet seductive moves adding to their excitement that made their faces crimson.

- Oh, yeah, now I remember... - he smiled. - Do you... want autographs? - he asked, knowing the answer. - Well, it would be nice... - Roxanne spoke, toying with her hair. - But.. you have something of ours. - Stacey finished, leaning against him. - Oh really? And what would that be?

The girls looked at each other with a sly look in their eyes, and without skipping a beat showed him what they were missing. Roxanne lifted her shirt, exposing her naked breasts, while Stacey did the same to her skirt, revealing lack of her panties and a tiny streak of glimmering liquid heat that has been dripping down her thigh.

Max let out a quick gasp that nearly made his glasses fall down from his nose, though that allowed him to look closely at the marvellous sight presented in front of him. The two young, eager women didn't seem to mind exposing themselves to him in the corridor, and proudly showed their bodies, until he regained his composure.

- Well, I might have caught some bras and some panties... But I don't know which are yours. Would you like to come inside and, uh, check which are yours? - We would, thank you.

The two giggled, and stepped inside.

- Wow, nice room. - Roxanne spoke, tryng to hide the carcasm. - Hang on, let me...

Max reached to the nightstand and flicked on a switch. The lamps next to his bed switched off, temporarily drowning the room in darkness, and a fter a while, colours erupted everywhere when it was revealed that instead of their regular lamp on the ceiling, a disco-ball-ball has been installed.

- Wow! - Stacey and Roxanne gasped in genuine surprise - Now that's a room worthy of a music star. - Would you like some whiskey? - Max asked cockily, reaching to the same nightstand without waiting for an answer.

Roxanne and Stacey shared excited looks and when Max handed them two small glasses with brown liquid inside, Roxanne gulped it down first, and her eyes bulged out when she felt a burning, overwhelming sensation in her mouth.

- I warned you.

Max winked at his surprised girlfriend, while his other one sipped her drink a bit more carefully.

- By the way, I'm Roxanne. - And I'm Stacey.

The two reached their hands and giggled when Max planted gallant kiss on each of them.

- But you can call us... whatever you want.

Before he knew, the two ravenous fangirls were on him, kissing him senselessly, pushing him, one step at a time towards the bed, until he collapsed and the two landed safely on his now-half-naked body.

- A-And how did you exactly pass my guards? - Max suddenly asked, interrupting Roxanne's and Stacey's finger work, undoing buttons of his costume in what was supposed to be a set of subtle moves.

Roxanne and Stacey exchanged baffled looks, and once more uncovered their partially naked bodies, letting her idol's gaze lay upon their beauty they have been hiding for the past hour or so during the concert.

- Ah, should have guessed. - But don't worry, they only got to look at it. - You will get so much more...

The front zipper of his costume was lowered to his belt, and with that, the costume split in two, though neither of the girls wanted to completely disrobe her idol, and from his behaviour, he liked staying in it as well. The girls crawled back up to kiss their lover and with that, they began peppering his exposed chest with more of their kisses, strategically placed, that excited the music star, especially when they approached his crotch.

There was one last thing they wanted to do, and with a slightly clumsy move, girls got rid of his boxers, and gasped when it sprung up and into their hands.

- Wow, it's even bigger than we thought! - And we got those front row seats to see it. - Stacey added, taking first lick of the music star's cock.

Roxanne soon followed, taking turns in adoring the older man's manhood, with just a few pauses to undo their own clothes, though the girls made sure to never leave him without attention. Max wasn't idle either; for once, with the disco lamp he also brought the cd-player with "his" concert recordings, and when those began playing, Stacey and Roxanne eagerly began moving their half-naked bodies to the rhythm.

And when both of them got rid of their clothes, they both let out a moan, as Max's fingers quickly found their way to their wet pussies, prompting the girls to give him a closer view of their tushies, just for convenience's sake, as they caressed on his cock.

Soon just licking or kissing it wasn't enough, and the girls took turns taking him down their throats, while the other caressed his testicles. Every once in a while their eyes would meet, and the two college girls would share the same excitement; whether it was from whom they were making love to, the colours and music that made their head spin, or the alcohol in their veins.

On the other side of the bed, Max was having a different conundrum. He threw his head back into the pillow, momentarily losing the precious connection with his ladies, unsure if he wanted to return to it. On one hand, the sight of Roxanne and Stacey worshipping his cock, as well as their dripping, wet pussies was the sight of pure, heavenly dreams, on the other, he knew their foxy gazes would hasten his climax.

He opted to taunt them a bit more, by sliding his sunglasses on, giving him the chance to prolong the blissful delight he was receiving just a tad longer.

- I remember how eager you were to-to join me on stage. - he spoke, feeling their tongues lapping around his head in unison once more - You -you wanted to get with me there, right? Suck my dick in front of five thousand people? - Oh yes! - the two cheered, sliding their lips back and forth along his length - Turn the volume up, we want to hear it!

Max did that, and as the cheering of the crowd reached his ears, they all imagined it: thousands of people watching two eager girls furiously fellating a rock star, waiting for his big finish... Roxanne and Stacey joined their mouths, as their tongues closed around his head, occasionally using their joined lips to slide up and down his shaft.

Knowing he was fighting a lost battle, Max let it go and yelled out what sounded like a combination of their names, as his cock erupted, covering Roxanne and Stacey's faces with copious amount of cum. But the girls would not let that happen; Roxanne was the first to close her mouth completely around his twitching head, catching most of his cum, and only later passed it to Stacey, who hungrily drank the rest.

The two moaned, feeling the heat between their thighs, intensified by Max's uncoordinated, but nonetheless successful fingering, and as they rose to their knees, Roxanne leaned against her girlfriend, hungry for more of what was hers.

- Can you imagine, Stacey? - Roxanne spoke, dragging her tongue across her girlfriend's body, collecting droplets of seed - Doing that on the stage? With so many people watching...?

Her hand worked overtime between Stacey's legs, helped by her own fingers too, and when Roxanne painted a vivid image of people looking at her, covered in thick seed, Stacey first let out a meek moan and collapsed to the side, leaving Roxanne hanging.

- Care to take her place?

Roxanne addressed their lover, pointing to her own sex, once caressed by Stacey's fingers, and just like he did with his offering of drink, she didn't wait for an answer and crawled over his mouth, seeing the reflection of her naked body in his big glasses as she positioned herself over his lips.

She could still feel his quickened breath from his explosive climax when her wet lips were pressed against his mouth, and as his tongue lapped the droplets of her heat, Roxanne knew she wasn't gonna last too long either. her hands dug into his hair, adoring the lightning-shaped hairdo she didn't want to ruin, but as his hands gripped her thighs to push her down on him, Roxanne wailed Powerline's name and surrendered her body to him.

Meanwhile, Stacey was having much bigger plans; she opened a package of condoms and after cleaning his length from the last bits of cum (which she gulped down with another dose of whiskey), she slid it on, before she straddled him and unceremoniously impaled herself on his cock.

Roxanne heard his moan, muffled by her own lips, when Stacey began riding him, and as quickly as it began, her hands closed around her breasts, pulling her back slightly, just so their lips could meet. As the music blasted around them, the three imagined it once more: doing it raw, in front of a crowd that cherished every one of their moves and observed their naked bodies, moving in unison...

The rhytm was broken, however, when Roxanne began thrashing against their lover's face, under not only his oral caresses, but also Stacey's quick fingers, and soon the red-head cried their lover's names, and collapsed, once again, into Stacey's arms, while Max eagerly lapped at the juices she flooded his mouth with.

But he only got a bit of the taste, as Stacey quickly pulled her towards her, just so the two could both ride their boyfriend's cock. Not a minute has passed since Max's tongue left her still twitching pussy, when his cock slid effortlessly inside, thanks to the orgasm she's lived through.

Stacey wasn't left empty-handed; for once Roxanne's hand reached her folds, and with Roxanne's body slightly angled, she could still slide against the base of his cock and his testicles, massaging them to fill one of them faster. Two more times the girls switched places, increasing the tempo of their riding, wondering which one will be the lucky girl to make Powerline cum, and as it turned out, it was Stacey.

Seeing the girls fighting for his attention drove Max crazy, and when lost count of the amount of switches they've made, he lost control over his body either. His back arched and he let out a low, but meek roar, filling the condom with several shots of his cum. The girls weren't far behind him, their hands resting against their pussies quickly completed the trifecta of pleasure, and soon they mere moaning each other's names, as their bodies thrashed against each other.

The girls shared a heated kiss, before they joined Max in their shared climax, and though only Stacey could feel his cock pumping his seed inside the condom, Roxanne was shivering as well, feeling the spasm of his balls she was gently fondling.

When their lips parted, Roxanne fell to the bed, shifting her attention to their lover, while Stacey took a few seconds more to lift her shivering body from the cock she was impaled onto and joined her with the caresses, moving Max's head from one side to the other.

- Say, girls... - he spoke, reaching for a paper towel once the storm of kisses died down - I'm going on a tour across the states tomorrow and...

He didn't have to wait for reaction too long. Roxanne and Stacey at once let out a wild gasp and swarmed around him, once more travelling down his chest with kisses, while he painted the idyllic image of their near future.

- A month... from... west to east coast, you know... twenty concerts, at least... - he spoke, holding his moans - And... well, I kinda need two backup dancers. And, well... you girls have proven to be quite fit, so, I think you will do just fine. - And what happened to them? - Roxanne suddenly asked, stopping her caresses. - Huh? - Those backup dancers that are no longer with you. Did they suddenly have to take maternity leave?

Stacey finished, watching as their lover's cocky facial expression fades away and his eyes widen in realisation.

- Oh, well... - he stammered - You-you know... - Yes, we do know.

Roxanne pressed her hands against his chest in a sudden, decisive move as she straddled him.

- That's why we insisted on condoms. - she smiled, opening another pack to slide onto his cock they have already cleaned with their tongues. - We don't want to get replaced so easily...

The two giggled and nested themselves against him, sneaked their hands underneath his costume to massage his chest, peppering it occasionally with kisses.

- So... you girls are okay with it? A month of music, dance, alcohol, and hopefully protected sex?

Roxanne and Stacey looked at each other, before they erupted into a loud "Yes!" and reached to cover Max's face with more fiery kisses. The timing was almost perfect, as the loud cheering of the crowd from the recording ended just when Roxanne and Stacey laid her last kisses on their boyfriend's face.

- Did you enjoy the show? - Max asked, sliding his glasses off. - Oh, hell yeah. - Stacey answered - I didn't expect the lights. - She looked up at the lamp.. - I didn't expect real whiskey. - Roxanne added, somewhat sheepishly - But I most certainly didn't mind it... - So what's in for the next part of the story?

Stacey lay her head on his shoulder, while Roxanne positioned herself between the two, alternating her kisses.

- Be patient, girls. - Max responded - I don't know how the story of Max, a simple guy pretending to be Powerline will go... But I know next time you will have to wear the costumes too. - Why, thank you, Maxie. - Roxanne spoke with a half-pretence tone, shooting Stacey with a knowing gaze - That's very generous of you, those costumes are pricey. And you have bought two of them! - Ah, well, er...

The girls giggled and nested themselves into his chest, stifling Max;s response to a conundrum he put himself in. But as their hands coaxed his body into another round of caresses, Max came to the conclusion that if it was going to lead into more wild nights like these, more costumes would be a good investment.

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