The gig had just finished, and Jobbie stepped off the stage, knowing he blew the crowd away. He walked through the doors to the backstage, where he put his bass in its bag and slumped on the sofa with a beer straight from the freezer. Jobbie knew he wouldn’t be disturbed for about half an hour, as the band always got some time to “meet” the fans.

Just as he finished the last of the beer, the door opened. He saw a petite, small girl. She was about 5 ft, small frame and a bust that was about a C cup, which on someone of her build, looked huge. She was wearing a black boob tube, leather trousers and large boots. This is how Jobbie “connected” with his fans, one girl after every show would come into the back room and they would have fun.

Rather than speaking, she knelt down in front of him, pulled his trousers down to his ankles and started rubbing her hands up and down his member. Jobbie was completely erect very quickly, and she took a few inches of him into her mouth.

She stopped there for a second and he let out one hell of a moan, closing his eyes and his mouth forming a little “O” shape. Smiling to herself, she started moving slowly, building him up nicely. His breathing became more ragged, and she could see sweat droplets appearing on his forehead.

Speeding up, she started to take more and more of him into her mouth, and she could tell that Jobbie was close by the way his ball-sack was contracting and the fact that now his breathing sounded as if he has been half an hour of a treadmill.

It was at that time that the girl decided to pull out her biggest weapon – she deep throated him and hummed, the vibrations sending him over the edge. His eyes snapped wide open, like a deer caught in headlights. His mouth was gaping as he shot semen down her throat, and she swallowed the hot liquid like a man dying of thirst in the desert.