Roger Taylor Smut

backstage

A lot of the times before concerts, Roger liked to have sex. Now I don't mean at home. No. I mean in a backroom twenty minutes before showtime. Roger would go as far as to be late, just to have a quickie. He would either fuck me against the wall, have me ride him on the sofa, or more often than not, shove his cock down my throat. Today was one of those days where he wanted a blow job.

I don't know how he manages to sneak us away for a few minutes every night, but he does.

"Down. Now." He demanded as soon as he locked the door to a random room backstage. The lighting wasn't the brightest and the room reeked of hairspray and cheap beer.

Roger stood in front of me before dropping his pants and boxers, his erection sticking out.

I grabbed onto him first, giving him a lazy handjob, watching as his breath hitched in his throat. "C'mon, hurry up." He whined.

"You sure you want me to hurry?" I asked, stroking him at a slower pace.

"Yes, I'm sure! We have to go on stage in fifteen minutes!" He said impatiently.

I hooked my hands on the back of his thighs, moving him closer to me before latching my mouth on his throbbing member. I took him little by little, not because I wasn't used to his size, but because I loved to tease him.

Roger had his hands in my hair, guiding me up and down his length, knowing if he didn't do that, I'd be going at an agonizingly slow pace.

"Good girl, you doing a good job keep doing that." He groaned.

Roger being the impatient person he is, started thrusting his hips faster, his cock hitting the back of my throat causing me to gag and take him out of my mouth. "I'm sorry, are you okay?" He asked while squirming around, wanting me to take him back into my mouth.

"It's okay, I'm fine," I said and resumed our previous activities.

Roger was a mess by this point. His back was leaned against the wall, eyes squeezed shut, a sheer layer of sweat coating his skin and his chest rising and falling in rapid movements. His eyes fluttered back open and he looked directly into mine, "Look at you," He whispered. "Such a pretty girl, huh?" He said, running his fingers through my hair. "Such a pretty girl sucking my cock, hmm?" I moaned, sending vibrations up his shaft making his hips buck towards my mouth, causing me to gag a little bit.

Roger was close to his release, I could tell by the way he forcefully guided my head all while trying to quiet his moan and whimpers.

He was about to say something, but there was sudden banging on the door. "Roger? Are you in there?" I recognized the voice as Freddie's.

"Y-yeah." Roger chocked out, trying not to make it sound like he was getting sucked off at the moment.

"Well get out here! We're on in five!" Freddie said jiggling the door handle, only to find out it was locked.

"Just-just give me a minute." Roger squeezed his eyes shut. He cursed under his breath as I took him deeper into my mouth.

"No, get out here now!" Freddie demanded. I knew Roger wasn't going to listen. I knew he was going to stop until he finished.

Freddie banged on the door once more. "Roger! Let's go! What are you doing in there! We're not being late again like last time because you couldn't find your necklace." Freddie said. Yeah, Roger totally lost his necklace the other night...

With a moan that Roger tried to keep quiet, he released into my mouth, his cum dripping down the back of my throat.

I took him out of my mouth, watching as he was against the wall panting.

"Roger, seriously!" Freddie complained. "Can't keep it in your pants, can you?!"

Roger's eyes went wide before he pulled up his pants, then grabbed my upper arm and pulled me to my feet. He gave me a quick kiss on the lips before adjusting his hair in the nearby mirror. He unlocked the door and opened it, walking out as if nothing happened, but he failed miserably.

Freddie was leaning against the wall parallel to the door we both came out of. "Lost your necklace again, Rog?" He asked.