Wayyyyy back in the day, I used to fuck goth guys. Mostly because I was a little goth girl. I loved shock rock and industrial music. In the late '90's and early '00's after the Columbine shootings, of course every bad goth boy wore a black trench coat. I always found them useful because they made good blankets to go sit in the park and sleep, drink, fuck on.
I used to wear my dirty old combat boots, purple and black stockings that were thigh high with black pvc topper to it, a green mini plaid skirt, a black tank top with my black military surplus jacket. Of course I had long black hair with the short straight bangs. I will say if I saw a little goth girl like that now, I'd probably want to take her home haha. And sorry readers, of course even to school I didn't wear panties under that skirt. I had given them all mostly to a friend who had a panty fetish.
So my boyfriend at the time, was still a bit bigger, lots of tattoos(mostly done by himself but they weren't horrible). pierced eyebrows, always had a band shirt on with those big baggy goth pants and his trenchcoat. He had the 90's not quite mohawk, dreaded down the sides and dyed black.
One night we went to go see this really popular industrial rock band, KMFDM at some shitty bar. I made sure that I could of been one of the hottest dressed girls there, unfortunately my friend beat me by wearing a red pvc short fetish nurses outfit that her ass cheeks peeked out from. I still was wearing a black corset with extra corseting down the front that went straight over my tits and then a matching pencil skirt, fishnets and some black leather pumps.
I was super drunk and so was my bf. We were rocking out for a long time at the front and of course, as my luck but mostly the lucky ones are everyone else... my breasts kept popping out of my corset. My boyfriend would wrap his coat around me for my modesty so I could put the girls back in the corset, and of course we'd take a little extra time so he could play with my bare breasts without anyone, officially, knowing. I'm sure most can put 2 + 2 together.
We'd then go back to dancing and rocking out to the band. The super bass in any metal or industrial music always acts like a giant vibrator and gets my pussy wet at any show. I would turn around and hug him and after making out for a bit, I pulled his cock out of his pants. I looked up at him and smiled. He looked around and back down at me, staring. Coyly, I also stared into his eyes and slowly spit into my hand, then grabbed his cock. Stroking it rapidly, not wanting to get caught and kicked out, I switched hands as I turned around, and led him by his hard dick to the front of the really high stage.
We stood there, still listening to the band while he enjoyed getting his cock polished by all the spit in my hand mixed with his precum.
During a especially heavy song, I was leaning forward a bit and he took that opportunity to pull my skirt up and shove his cock in me. His trench coat was the perfect cover for it as it hung low and was a bit billowy so no one could see that my bare my ass, with a big hole in the fishnets he had torn apart, was now showing and a cock was penetrating deep between my legs. I held onto the edge of the stage and was panting instead of moaning. I looked up just as I was about to cum and the bassist just had a great big smile on his face. From his vantage point he could see everything. I came right then knowing how public our sex really was. I pulled down my skirt, and he put his wet cock away. We got a few more beers and danced the rest of the night. When the band was done and we were taking photos with them, the bassist gave me a bunch of free merch and said "I should of payed cover to see your show tonight, thanks."
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