6 comments/ 26634 views/ 1 favorites Cocktail Hour By: JustJulieW She glanced in the window as she walked past the bar. The tall, good looking guy in the Brooks Brothers cashmere overcoat and Italian wool suit standing at the bar caught her eye. She took a few more steps down the block and then turned around and walked back to the door. The warm air rushed at her as she entered the bar. The air was full of the sounds of clinking glasses, laughing, conversations, and wisps of swirling cigarette smoke. The bar was festively decked out with holiday lights and decorations. A few heads turned to look at her as she glided down the long bar and slid into an empty seat next to the man she saw from the window. She slipped her jacket off her shoulders and onto the back of the barstool. She was wearing a slinky black dress that nicely showed off her assets. The bartender came over and she ordered a martini, Bombay Safire gin, straight up with a twist. The man asked for another drink as well. He was drinking single barrel bourbon, neat. The man looked at her with his pale blue eyes. Neither of them spoke. He had a pack of cigarettes on the bar and a silver lighter. She picked up the pack and took out two cigarettes. She placed one between her lips and offered the other one to him. He grabbed the lighter and lit her cigarette and then his. The bartender returned with her martini and placed it on a napkin in front of her and then placed the bourbon in front of him. The man nodded to the bartender to put it on his tab. They smoked in silence, pausing to sip their drinks. He continued to look at her. Damn she was beautiful. She had dark, almost black shoulder length hair. Her eyes were deep brown and shining. She had pouty red painted lips that smiled slightly. Her body was a knockout, perfect sized breasts, narrow waist and curvy hips. He was no slouch either she thought. He was about 6'2", lean and fit. He was wearing a colorful red and white silk Santa Claus tie that appeared to be too tight. She reached up with her two hands and loosened the tie slightly. She then ran her hands down the length of the tie caressing the silky material. Her long manicured fingernails brushed lightly against his shirt and his firm chest underneath. She continued down his tie until she reached his belt. She turned to the bar and with her right hand reached for her glass and took a sip of her drink. Her left hand dropped below his belt and felt the warm wool of his pants. Her knuckles traced a line along his zipper. She felt a slight movement in his groin as she slipped her hand underneath his crotch. He looked around nervously hoping no one could see. But the bar was blocking the view on one side and his open overcoat was blocking the other. The bartender was down the other end and no one was paying any attention to them. She put down her drink and moved her right hand to his zipper. She slowly eased it down. He was wearing briefs. She could feel his semi erect cock straining against the material. The front of his briefs had a small wet spot. She pulled the briefs down and his cock sprung free. She gently stroked it with her hand and felt it lengthen and harden. She loved the feel of a hard cock in her hand. She gave her first hand job when she was a senior in high school. She went to an all girl catholic high school. Her boyfriend snuck in the building at lunch time. She slipped him into a stall in the girl's bathroom and jerked him off. He had wanted a blow job but she was afraid he would come in her mouth. He came in about ten seconds and got some semen on her school uniform. She was terrified the teacher or her mother would notice it before she could get home to scrub it off. But that experience got her hooked. While it was true that most men preferred blow jobs and it was something she did quite often and well, they also enjoyed a good hand job. After all, almost every man's first sexual experience is with their own hand. She liked it because she could watch the man's face as she pleasured him, something you can't do with a dick in your mouth. She also liked to watch a man spurt. It amazed her to see all the variation of cum shots. Some guys came in huge thick loads, others were small and watery. Some guys shot several feet and others dribbled out. She remembered one guy she jerked off who was horrified when he shot his load in his own face, covering his eyes, nose, and lips. Big cocks, small cocks, thick ones, thin ones, it didn't matter to her. She could make a man come with her hand in under a minute or she could make him last and hour by slowing down and applying pressure to the base of his penis when she sensed he was ready. This usually produced unbelievable orgasms when she finally did let him come. Some guys liked her to put her finger up their ass and massage their prostate gland while she stroked them off. The man in the bar moaned ever so softly as she continued to work on his erect penis. She reached for her bag on the bar with her free hand and took out a small bottle of baby oil. She preferred baby oil as a lubricant as it had a good consistency, slippery but not too slippery. Some of the commercial lubes were actually too slippery and you couldn't get a good grip or any friction going. She placed a few drops on her hand and returned to work. Now her hand was gliding smoothly up and down his big dick. A few drops of precum helped her hand slide even more. He was breathing heavy now; she could tell he was getting close. That was the beauty of a hand job. You could give one under the table in a restaurant, in a dark movie theater, in a car while driving, or in this case in a crowded bar and no one would be the wiser. She was stroking him with her left hand and tickling his balls with her right hand. She felt his balls pull in and she knew it was time. She picked up her half full martini glass and held it below the bar. He let out a subdued groan as he shot several hot white streams into the glass. She held the glass up to show him. The clear gin was intertwined with strands of white. She raised the glass to her lips and gulped the entire contents into her mouth, swallowing all of it down. She picked up her napkin and wiped her lips and then took his softening penis and wiped it off and tucked it back in his briefs before zipping him up. The man smiled and looked at his watch. He finally spoke the first words of the evening to her. "Your late baby, our reservation was for six. Good thing I know you too well and changed it to seven." "Aw sweetie, you know I couldn't resist having a cocktail with a handsome man I saw standing all alone in a bar. Wait till you see what I do for dessert in the restaurant. Shall we go?" He helped her on with her coat and threw two twenties on the bar to cover the tab and tip. The bartender waived goodbye and went over to pick up the money and clear away their drink glasses. He stared at the martini glass and shook his head. How the hell did a clear martini leave a milky white residue in the bottom of the glass? He shrugged and placed the glass in the warm soapy water, rinsed it and placed it back on the rack for the next use. Cocktail Hour Sluts They could hear the rush-hour traffic noises outside the hotel room window as the five o’clock sun streamed in the window. The heat in the room was stifling and she threw open a window; not caring who looked up and saw her in her black-lace bra, black fishnets and spike heel pumps, running her manicured hands through her dark hair, which made her look more sexy and wild than ever. She had to deal with the window, since he was naked and tied to the bed, his tall strong body spread out flat on his back, his arms and legs secured to the wooden bedposts with strong white ropes that had been tightly knotted by her expert hands. She walked back to the rickety bed and lit a cigarette, “Want a light, babe?” taking a long slow drag, and slowly exhaling the smoke across his face. “Yes, please…” He craned his neck desperately towards her, straining against his bonds, as she teasingly waved the lit Dunhill in front of his parted lips before letting him take a puff, knowing how badly he wanted it and more. He took a grateful drag, slowly exhaling the smoke He gazed at her full red lips as she took a long swallow of whiskey out of the bottle, and let him taste it out of her mouth, plunging her tongue into his mouth along with a cold shot, forcing it down his aching dry throat. She took the chilled bottle and poured an icy stream down his chest making him twist from the shock, straining his wrists and ankles, as the frigid liquid ran down his chest and stomach down to his swelling cock. She followed it down with her tongue, licking slowly, taking her time, sucking it out of his belly, pouring more over his cock and watching him moan from the burning, try to wriggle away, laughing. “You want me to stop?” she purred in her low, husky voice, looking up into his pleading eyes. “No….don’t stop….” Squirming uncomfortably, he couldn’t help but start to feel incredible pleasure and warmth spreading from his wet sticky cock. He felt himself growing from her attention, swelling as she licked the burning sweet whiskey off him. Leaning over his whiskey soaked-cock, she plunged it down her throat as her fingers gently worked their way underneath him. She feverishly licked his uncut shaft inside her hot mouth while her hands lifted his ass towards her face, pushing his cock deeper in her throat as his breathing got faster, harder. He could barely stand it, but didn’t want her to stop. He felt her sticky hands separating his quivering ass cheeks. “I know what you want, you dirty slut,” she growled. “You want your ass fucked, don’t you baby…don’t you, my little whore.” “Yes…yes…fuck my tight slutty ass baby…please…” She looked up at him, directly into his pleading eyes, all the while sucking his cock, and then he felt her damp fingers tracing his sweaty sticky asshole. Suddenly, she plunged one finger inside, his tight ring closing around it, and he moaned and writhed against her helplessly as she began finger-fucking him, pushing deeper on every thrust. “Ohhh…fuck me harder, baby, please….”Her second finger eased in to join the first, twisting around and touching each raw pulsing nerve, her mouth tight on his swollen cock. She can feel that he is about to burst, but wants this to last. Taking one last long, slow lick of his cock, she raised her head and looked him in the eye. “My little bitch slut isn’t coming, or going, anywhere yet…” She eases her fingers out of his tight little asshole as he grunts in agony, thinking You fucking bitch, you fucking tease…. Her tight pussy was soaking wet, and she wants her slut to serve her now. “Put your tongue to good use, you little whore, cum sucking whore, and then I’ll let you cum all over me, I’ll be your cum slut.” Grabbing the bottle of whiskey, she kneeled over her helpless tied-down slut and poured it over herself, down her amazingly full tits and her belly, running down into her dripping cunt. She poured some down her back and lets it run down the crack of her sweet round ass. He watched her breathlessly, waiting to catch a drop streaming off her sexy hot body. Throwing one strong stockinged leg on either side of his panting face, she straddled him. “Let me make this easier for you, you tied-up little bitch,” ripping a hole in the crotch of her fishnets, exposing her swollen dripping cunt and tight bourbon-soaked asshole to his open mouth. Her pussy juices and whiskey streamed onto his face as he licked her cunt lips and flicked her hard throbbing clit with his skilled tongue. She rocked back and forth, moaning, grabbing his restrained wrists and pulling them up hard. Sliding over his face, he tongued her tight little asshole, making her gasp loudly. He sucked the incredible juices out of her cunt and plunged his tongue deep into her as she moves her fingers downward, rubbing her clit and screaming. All at once she exploded, her hips and legs shaking, wave after wave of cum and whiskey soaking his face and lips and tongue. Now breathless, she felt fucking incredible, and was raging to make him cum on her now. “Your turn,” she moaned. She slid down his body and kissed him deep, licking her wet pussy juices off his face as her entire body still trembled from coming so hard. Taking a long swallow of whiskey, she grabbed his ass and shoved her tongue up his asshole, shooting the liquid inside, causing him to cry out from the shock. She grabbed a large black dildo and rapidly lubed it up while frenetically licking his cock, now swollen huge and throbbing. She said breathlessly, “Cum on me….let me be your little cum slut now…Let me fuck your ass and make you cum for me baby….” She inserted two fingers into his very wet asshole, moving them back and forth, and starts slowly jerking his cock right at her face. “Fuck my ass….fuck my slutty ass baby….fuck my ass now…” She placed the lubed-up dildo in her hand and gradually replaced her moving fingers with the dildo inside his asshole. He moaned loudly and raised his ass high off the bed as he could as he felt the thick cock enter him. Almost immediately, she felt his balls tighten and his cock swell even more in her hot sticky hand. She moved her hand over his long hard shaft, pointing it towards her face and moaning softly, “Cum on me baby….” As she rhythmically fucked his ass with the dildo and jerked his cock, he suddenly let out a huge cry as loads of cum spray hard out the end of his massive cock, splattering on her face and hair and hand, dripping on her mouth and chin, wave after wave that she licked as it traveled downwards. “Ohhh yes, cum on me…” Still holding his twitching cock and leaving the dildo in his ass, she moved up to his face, her face covered in his cum, and the two cum whores licked their cum off each others faces, just to spit it and kiss it back into each other’s slutty mouths.