Confessions of a Dirty DJ

It's been a while since I wrote the first story. I always intended to do a continuation, but due to life stuff, I just never managed to get around to it. So, for everyone who liked and commented and wanted a follow-up, here you go!

Hopefully you all enjoy this new chapter. And I promise the wait won't be as long for chapter 3.

Please note all events in my story are entirely a work of fiction, inspired by my own fertile imagination and leans heavily on non-consensual encounters. If that does not appeal to you then feel free to skip. All characters featured in my stories are over 18 years old.

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THE HALLOWEEN PARTY

Halloween has always been my favourite time of the year as a DJ. And yes, it is because, as they said in Mean Girls, "Halloween is the one night of the year when a girl can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it." Seriously, who could pass up girls embracing their inner desires and shedding inhibitions with every sequin and torn fishnet?

The Spooktacular night fell on a Saturday this year, meaning fancy dress was compulsory for entry into the nightclub. My experience told me to expect a big crowd tonight, drawn by the equal parts scary and camp nature of the season. As the resident DJ at Mockingbird, THE destination of choice for students from the city's two universities, I also was expected to participate in the fancy dress. According to the owner it helped "maintain the illusion". Whatever that meant.

This year, I had decided to go with a modern classic; Ghostface from Scream. The venue manager loved horror movies and always made sure to go all out with the decorations and theme. In a surprise move he had also booked a superstar Ibiza DJ as headliner for the night. This relegated me to just doing the warm-up set. However I didn't mind, as for once I would actually have time to mingle with the crowd instead of just being stuck in the booth all night.

After completing the mandatory sound checks, I took the opportunity to sneak outside and take a peek at the crowd before the doors opened. A massive line snaked down the road, a carnival of costumes: caped heroes, pop culture icons, slasher villains, clowns, as well as sexy devils and cat women. Excitement crackled in the air.

I headed back inside to get the night underway, unaware of the direction this night was going to take.

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Emily hated nights like this - the throb of the bass, the haze of sweat and spilled liquor, the way laughter turned sharp at the edges. She hesitated on the threshold of the club as her group entered. Her friends swarmed ahead, already swallowed by the heat and noise, leaving her clutching a ridiculous plastic stethoscope and wondering how she'd been talked into this.

At 5' 4", wrapped in a too-tight nurse's costume and fishnet stockings that her friends had sworn were "cute," she felt exposed in all the wrong ways. Her face still held a natural sweetness - wide eyes, a small nose, full lips - and her wavy blonde hair, meticulously styled earlier that evening, cascaded across her shoulders. But her 36E breasts strained against the fabric, an obscene amount of cleavage on display. The nurse costume clung too tightly, the hem barely covering her ass. The fishnet stockings and 5-inch open toe heels to "complete the look" just made her feel slutty, uncomfortable.

Emily wasn't made for this kind of scene. Despite only being 18 years old, she liked control and order. Her world was built on colour-coded notes, early mornings, and the smug certainty of being above all this..... carnal mess.

She repeatedly told herself she hated this sort of thing - the sweaty grinding bodies, fending off clumsy approached by drunken strangers - but as she moved to join her friends, her pulse betrayed her. One friend pulled her into the mass crowd and something inside her fluttered, a feeling she was unfamiliar with.

Maybe it was the way the music slid under her skin. It caught her just long enough to make her forget she didn't belong here. Or maybe it was the shots her friends insisted she have. Not wanting to be seen as a prude, she begrudgingly obliged, gagging on the shot of tequila. Which was rapidly replaced with another. And then another.

The bass pulsed through the crowded room, synchronising with the flicker of neon lights that washed over the dancers. Emily took a moment to look around the venue at the myriad of costumed partygoers and for some reason her eyes were drawn to the DJ booth.

It was obvious that Ghostface behind the decks was the resident DJ. As the latest entry in the franchise was due for release in cinemas soon it was a popular costume this year. There were a quite few of them in the club tonight. Yet, there was something about *this* Ghostface.

He moved with a confidence and maturity the others lacked. Despite the mask, Emily swore his eyes met hers. For a heartbeat, the music seemed to recede - just the bass, the hazy lights, an unspoken pull. Something primal bristled beneath her polished busty exterior, and then began to respond to the music. It vibrated through the floor, up her spine, almost confirming whatever it was she was experiencing.

Ghostface expertly mixed in another track, finding a rhythm perfectly mirroring her mood, stimulating a need to move. Emily didn't know why the music suddenly felt different, only that it did. She could definitely feel the effects of the shots kicking in now and was no longer self-conscious about her outfit or how she might be perceived by others. She just wanted to be at one with the music and dance with her friends.

Gratefully, she accepted another couple shots that were thrust towards her, downing them without a second thought.

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There are many things I love about being a DJ. Creating a mood, an atmosphere, controlling the crowd and taking them on a musical journey. I'm in my element in the DJ booth, crossfading between tracks, reading the crowd's rhythm like a musician reads sheet music. The dim pulse of the club lights carved gold highlights across the black robes of my costume as I stood behind the decks. My fingers danced across the decks and mixer controls like a sorcerer weaving spells.

Among the blur of motion and heat on the dance floor, one dancer stood out. The busty nurse was hard to miss, the strobe lighting giving tantalising visions of her impressive chest and making her blonde hair almost glow on occasion.

I watched her laughing as her friends pulled her into the centre of the floor, her movements loose, unguarded. From my vantage point, I could tell she was clearly getting very wasted. She wasn't the most experienced clubber, nor the most polished dancer, but at this moment, she seemed the mostalive.

As my set came to an end, I seamlessly handed over to the headline act and made my way backstage to grab some water. Long ago, I had learned the secret to surviving long nights when out over the weekend was to pace yourself. But, after years spent entertaining crowds on nights like this, I suddenly had a strange sense of freedom wash over me. No longer having any work commitments I decided to have a few drinks and see where the night would take me. Who knows, I might even get lucky and get a few phone numbers. But, first things first.

Despite all my years of experience, I had definitely underestimated just how hot I was going to get in this costume. While relieving myself in the private staff bathroom backstage, little more than a poorly decorated powder room, I decided to go commando. I stripped off my jeans and underwear, instantly feeling more comfortable and a few degrees cooler. The Ghostface black robes were long thick enough to cover everything. Marvelling at the unusual sensation of cock being free, I straightened my costume, took a final look in the mirror and headed to where the crowd were and get a well deserved drink or three.

I walked through the staff door and turned a corner to head towards the main dance-floor and ended up practically bumping into the blonde nurse I had spotted earlier. Things were very different now though.

Gone was the carefree individual I had watched on the dance-floor. In her place was this curvy, tousled person who was much more dishevelled. She was showing a lot more cleavage, thanks to missing two buttons on the front of her dress, giving anyone that cared to look unobstructed views of her boobs and bra.

She was very wobbly on her feet, and smelled like cigarettes and alcohol, mixed with the faint scent of perfume. It was immediately obvious that she was now very, very drunk.

"Hey....you okay?" I asked.

The busty blonde swayed unsteadily on her feet, struggling to focus on the question. Her eyes were hazy, like she was lost in thought or a daydream.

"Need....pee" was all she could seem to muster, as she leaned against the wall with a sigh.

"Well, you can't come this way. It's for staff only." I declared, looking into her blue glassy eyes.

A flicker of worry crossed her face as I attempted to take her hand and guide her back towards the dance-floor.

"I....I think ma frendsh lef' w'out me..." she slurred slightly, a nervous laugh escaping.

Looking over her shoulder, I did a quick scan of the crowd behind her. I quickly spotted a couple of her friends from earlier queuing at the bar for more drinks. The others were currently nowhere to be seen though.

"Happens more often than you'd think." I smiled a little, trying to put her at ease.

"I....rilly need.....pee," she said again, almost whiny this time. Her bosom started heaving from her suddenly breathing heavily, as she seemed caught somewhere between rising panic, urgency, and tears.

Her cute face had scrunched up, but did little to hide her attractiveness, despite her current mussed appearance. In a split second the beginnings of a plan formed in my mind. But I would have to act quickly if I wanted to pull it off.

"I tell you what..." I continued, trying not to stare at her massive chest, "If you promise not to tell anyone, I can let you backstage to use the staff toilet. And then we can go find your friends."

I hoped she was too drunk to notice my patently absurd statement that was obviously intended to get her somewhere isolated away from everyone.

"Thanksh!" she slurred, gratefully accepting my offer.

Looking around to make sure we hadn't been spotted by her friends or security, I ushered her through the staff door I had just come out of.

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She stumbled a number of times as I led her to the bathroom, walking very unsteadily in her heels. I held the door open and she was barely inside when she began to hoist up her dress, seemingly oblivious to my presence. For a brief moment I contemplated watching her pee, but ultimately decided to give her some privacy.

After a few minutes of listening to the muffled beats of the music and distant noise of the crowd I hadn't heard any movement or the toilet flush. I knocked on the door but there was no answer. Fortunately I found it unlocked when I tried the handle. As I walked in, I was totally unprepared for the sight that greeted me.

The busty blonde nurse was perched precariously on the toilet, leaning to one side against the wall, fast asleep. Her panties were around her ankles and the nurse's uniform was still bunched at her waist. I noticed a few of her bare toes poking through various holes in the stockings she had on, while her heels lay discarded haphazardly on the floor next to the sink.

I couldn't help but snicker to myself. Almost without thinking I went over to where I had left my jeans and retrieved my phone. I returned to the bathroom and saw she hadn't move. I began to take a few photos, getting some great close-ups of her large boobs.......and then I felt something. Something dark. Rising from a place deep within. It was a familiar feeling. One I recognised, although I had only felt it once before - a few months ago. My dirty side had returned with a vengeance.

Could I...? Should I...?

No further thought was given as I fully entered the bathroom closing and locking the door behind me. I knew this bathroom was rarely used by staff when the club was busy on a Saturday night. Meaning it was highly unlikely we would be disturbed.

Her breasts looked exquisite and I wanted, no *needed* to see more. My dick started twitching underneath my costume as I slowly undid a couple of buttons on her dress. Geez, they were huge....like two pink watermelons, tantalisingly covered in black lace. I squeezed them both, marvelling at their softness and how much larger they were than my hands. Through her bra it felt like she had quite large nipples, which I pinched and twisted.

Unfortunately, before I could do anything else, she stirred a little and I knew I couldn't afford to waste any more time.

Blearily, she opened her eyes, which were now were slightly glazed; she seemed completely unaware of her surroundings. I started pulling up the robes of my costume to fish out my now hard penis and thanked my lucky stars for my fortuitous decision earlier to go commando.

Confused and unsure where she was she made a feeble attempt to stand up, but instantly collapsed back onto the toilet. She seemed completely unaware of her surroundings and barely had any time to react as I reached out and grabbed her head with one hand. Holding it in place I aimed all 8 inches of my fuck stick towards her mouth.

She moaned a little in protest but put up no resistance as I forced my dick to slid past her plump lips. I let out a grunt of satisfaction and began moving in and out slowly, not allowing my length to fully come out of her mouth. A couple of times she faintly tried to push my hips away, but in her current state she didn't have the strength to be successful.

I used both my hands to grab the back of her head and began thrusting into her mouth in earnest, my hips pumping back and forth as I lustfully face fucked her. The busty nurse began gagging at this new assault. She struggled not to choke on my erection and just ended up making little "ugn, ugn, ugn" sounds each time I shoved it in, which made her throat vibrate and felt amazing on my rock hard member.

There was the pleasant sensation of her tongue sliding along the underside of my shaft as I continued my violation of her mouth. A steady stream of drool and spit had begun dribbling sloppily down her chin and onto her ample cleavage. I pulled out, allowing her to take a quick breath of air before I quickly shoved my whole length back in, loving the dominant feeling of fucking her throat.

As I pushed against the back of her throat and plugged her mouth with my thick cock her eyes shot open wide and her nostrils flared. She tried again to push me away and moaned against my dick again. But this time it was a bit different. I felt her throat muscles contract as she failed to fight her gag reflex. I realised what was coming next and reluctantly pulled out.

"I'm....gunn be....sick...." she mumbled.

Turning her body to face the toilet I barely managed to help her get onto all fours before she began spewing up the copious amounts of tequila shots and other alcohol she had consumed throughout the night.

This was not my first time around a puking drunk and I doubt it will be my last. I was totally unbothered by the smell or the sound, more annoyed that the drunken blowjob had ended prematurely. My stiff cock was still standing to attention, throbbing intensely, as if seeking a new home.

While I stood in the confined space, ignoring the distinct smell of vomit now floating around in the air I realised I was in a very interesting situation. I could tell she would be puking for a while. And here I was, confronted by a cute blonde with amazing breasts, on all fours - her curvy ass and plump looking pussy exposed and pointing enticingly in my direction.

I made the decision in the blink of an eye.

Getting down on my knees behind her I positioned my cock at her opening, rubbing the swollen tip up and down her slit a couple of times. I was so hard by now it was almost painful and I really couldn't wait to feel my head slip between the lips of her pussy. I grabbed her by her hips and forced my man-meat into the wet sheath of her vagina. The tight opening stretched to accommodate me and with little effort I began to fuck her.

Even a little wet there was some friction. I started with long slow strokes, pumping in and out of her, never pulling out completely as my hard shaft seemed to almost yearn for the warmth of her cunt. I began trying to time my thrusts so they were almost in tandem with her hurling. Pretty soon all she was doing was just dry retching. Her face remained inside the toilet bowl and she offered no resistance, only moaning occasionally while I continually buried myself to the hilt with each deep thrust of my dick.

The earlier friction of her love canal had disappeared. With her stomach now empty I began to fuck her properly - harder and faster - using her purely as a toy for my pleasure. I dug my fingers deeply in the soft flesh around her hips and continued to slam into her with complete abandon, getting increasingly turned on by the taboo and filthily surreal nature of the situation. Each hard thrust made my hips slap loudly against the curvy globes of her lovely round ass.

The surge of euphoria at violating her, using her how I wanted was so fucking hot. I looked down at my cock and marvelled at how great it felt with her pussy wrapped around it. Despite her current state I could feel her hole seizing my rod each time I drove into her wet, warm depths. I slid my thumb down between her buttocks and pressed into her butthole. This only garnered a "nhuhn" from the busty drunk, but nothing else.

The sensation of fucking her silky passage combined with the feeling of absolute power finally drove me over the edge. I felt a primal urge rise inside me and knew I couldn't last any longer. I vigorously slammed myself as deep as I could inside her wet snatch as I reached my peak.

I came hard, my cock exploding deep into her womb filling it with my cream. My body shook and I must have squirted at least eight or nine times. I could feel my hot cum building up around my cock as I filled her pussy. The sensation was so powerful I felt a little lightheaded for a second. It was fortunate I had a good grip on her hips as that was what helped keep me steady. I held myself where I was, no longer moving so I could enjoy the feeling of her wet hole for as long as possible.

My erection quickly began to fade after cumming so I finally pulled out and stood up. My drunk sex toy slowly slumped to the side of the toilet almost weightlessly; thoroughly used, broken and defeated. She looked an absolute state - one of her tits was hanging out of her bra, her ruined mascara had run in long black lines down her face and her blonde hair was now a dark sweaty mess with small chunks of vomit in it.

I kinda felt a bit sorry for her, but that didn't stop me grabbing my phone again. I switched it to record video and was ecstatic when during a close-up a few inches away from the hole I had just used, I captured some big globs of cum dribbling out of her pussy and down onto her thigh.

"I'm gonna have fun rewatching that later" I thought to myself as I unlocked the bathroom door and walked out, fixing my costume and leaving the slutty nurse to clean herself up.

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A short time later I saw her being escorted out by a couple of bouncers. She was followed by her friends, pleading with security to allow her to stay, but it was falling on deaf ears. I overheard one bouncer telling them the nightclub had a zero-tolerance policy on members of the public being backstage. Besides, she was far too drunk to be allowed to stay. Without a word, I made my way to the nightclub's main room, smiling to myself under my mask.