0 comments/ 33397 views/ 5 favorites The Bar Scene By: crazybbwgirl They hadn’t talked in weeks and weeks. She was sure he was really mad at her. She felt bad but didn’t know what to do about it. One night while out drinking with some friends she saw him come into the bar. He sat at the far end – alone – and had a few drinks. She caught his eye once and gave him a tentative smile. He looked right at her with a puzzled expression in his eyes. “Maybe he doesn’t know the whole story” she thought to herself. But how to explain all the details of a past affair, blah blah blah….. She figured he wouldn’t even believe her. She caught his eye again and saw something else this time. Desire. Oh god it had been so long since she’d had any sexual relief. She quickly gulped down her drink, and ordered another one. Every time she swept a glance his way she could see exactly what he was thinking about. And it was sex. Geesh – she was getting wet just looking at him look at her. By now she was rocking in her bar stool, the pressure building. The look in his steely eyes was so sexy she was jittery. Her friends were laughing and talking up a storm – totally oblivious to what was going on. She took a big gulp and tentatively looked back. Their eyes locked on each other. Slowly she stuck a tiny tip of her tongue out and ran it over her top lip. As she circled her tongue to the bottom lip she saw him involuntarily jerk. A small smile danced on her now wet lips as she saw him trying to concentrate on her. He moved his lips into a quick grin then ran his tongue across his mouth. Oh – so slowly – she knew exactly what that tongue could do to her. She shivered and thrust her chest out a bit. She had on a very sheer black top with no bra. In the dark bar she was pretty sure nobody would notice. Well, nobody but him. He could always tell at a glance what she had on and what she didn’t. Her nipples were becoming erect – she saw his gaze drop to them briefly, then back to her eyes. This time he was grinning. Slowly she reached across her body and grasped a nipple through the blouse. She pulled on it – twisting it just a bit. His eyes opened wider for a second, then he blinked twice. He picked up his glass and ran his tongue across the lip. She sucked an ice cube from her own glass, retrieved it with her fingers, and slowly ran it across her lips, the icy water reddening her mouth and making her lips glisten. It was like nobody else was in the bar. All the sounds were now muted as she kept her gaze intently on him. She casually dragged the ice cube down her chest and through her cleavage, then back into her mouth. He shifted in his seat, his eyes so intense she thought surely everyone could see exactly what he’s thinking. But nobody else seemed to notice. She reached down between her legs and under the hem of her denim skirt. She knew he couldn’t see exactly what she was doing, but that he would have a pretty good idea. She rubbed her finger across her panties – her now slightly moist panties. Languidly she brought her hand up from below the bar, rubbed her lips gently and gave him a wink. He nearly fell off his barstool. She could see his erection as he stood to regain his balance. He quickly grabbed his cock and gave it a squeeze – looking directly at her. Oh god – this was getting bad. Her pussy was throbbing, her nipples erect. She was longing for his touch all the way across the bar. Suddenly a guy was standing beside her ordering a beer and blocking her view. She looked over as he left with his beer but her lover was gone. Damn it! Discouraged and deflated, she said her goodbyes, grabbed her purse and headed for the bathrooms before leaving. Once in a stall she slowly stroked her damp panties again. Damn she was horny. “Oh well” she sighed and slipped out the door heading for the back exit. As soon as she turned the corner there he was. Tall, bald, in a leather coat – she could smell his smell as he stepped up to her, backing her against the wall of the back door. He swooped down on her, gathering up her face and hair in his hands as he brought his mouth down upon hers. Their tongues danced as he pushed his body against hers. “Oh god – this is crazy” she thought as she was swept away in a rush of emotion. His hands were everywhere at once. In her hair, on her breast, squeezing her nipples. Then he slid a hand below her skirt. She almost cried out when he touched her pussy. He chuckled quietly as he stroked her, feeling her leg muscles soften as she leaned into his hand. Damn it she was so horny! Now she pushed her crotch toward his exploring hands and inspected the roof of his mouth with her tongue. She ran a hand over his crotch and felt his increasing erection. She had to have him – she tried to back away to tell him, but he kept up his pressure against her body. She could feel the rough brick wall on her back as he slid a finger beneath her panties. Her pussy was dripping as he ran a finger through her folds. Without mercy he proceeded to insert first one, then two fingers into her wet pussy, slowly driving up and to her G spot. He knew only too well how easy it was to bring her off. Now his other hand was under that skirt and gently rubbing her clit. She was nearly bucking in his hands and he knew it wouldn’t be long now. “Cum for me Baby” he whispered into her ear. “Cum, oh yes, you can do it”. And she punched out an orgasm right there – all over his hand! He grabbed the crotch of her panties and pushed them to one side. Backing away from her for a minute, she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper. Oh God – not here – in the back hallway of the bar? Like a rag doll, he bent her over an extra bar stool. “This is crazy,” she thought “he’s gonna fuck me right here.” But she moved her legs apart to make room for him to stand between them. He set the head of his cock right on her wet lips and grunted as his cock head met her pussy. With agonizing tenderness he slid his head ever-so-slowly into her. Her pussy clutched and grabbed at his cock as it slowly filled her. Unable to contain herself, she thrust her ass out towards his cock. He grabbed two handfuls of ass and pulled her towards him. Then he fucked her – hard. She was hanging on to the rungs of the stool as he drove in and out of her. Nearly growling he stood his ground and fed his hard, hot cock into her hungry sheath. Again and again he pulled her ass to him, slamming him cock home. She felt the telltale twitch of his cock and knew he was going to cum. Just in time – she pushed back to get his cock even deeper in her pussy as they both reached orgasm together. Straining and twitching, she tried to keep him there as long as possible, until all the waves had subsided. Suddenly the back door opened and several guys walked in. He abruptly pulled out, stood her up and leaned over her – just like they were having a casual conversation. Except that his pants were around his knees! The sparkle in his eyes told her everything she needed to know. The Bar Scene Bar Scene It was crowded at the bar when we got there. Martini's was a popular watering hole with the up and coming power players and the everyday hacks working in Denver's downtown office buildings. So by Friday afternoon, Happy Hour wasn't just a diversion, it was an obsession, and everyone who wanted to be someone was mixing and mingling in the crowds of the upscale bars tucked between some of the city's most venerable cathedrals of finance and politics. Lana looked at me and shrugged. "Just have to stand for a bit" she said. Suits me I thought to myself, mentally running my mind's eye from her sexy ankle to the hemline of the micro-skirt that so barely covered her perfectly curved ass. The hint of a smile twitched her lips – I think she knew what was going through my mind. She'd already caught me staring at her perfect legs while she was sitting in the chair in front of my desk not more than a half hour before. When I'd looked up and realized that she was watching me being mesmerized by the line of her crossed thighs disappearing under her tiny skirt, she didn't act as though she disapproved. In fact, unless I mistook the sign, she'd made a little promise when she pointedly made a show of uncrossing her legs which revealed the lacy black panties she was wearing, and recrossed her legs in the opposite direction. During this whole process, her eyes never left my face, and I could see what she was up to because she was far enough away from my desk that my field of vision was wide enough to take in the entire length of her from her head to her strapless sandals. That same twitch of a smile had played across her tastefully frosted lips then too. Let me explain something about Lana. She was a few years older than me. Eight years, to be exact, older than me. She'd been a Playboy Bunny in St. Louis, Mo., and had caught Hef's eye. When he'd offered her the opportunity to "increase" her visibility, she politely declined, and was inexplicably offered to be shown the door not long after. She still retained the grace, poise and especially the beauty that Playboy Bunnies are renowned for, and a small solid gold Bunny pendant rested demurely at the base of her throat. The thin gold chain was all that adorned the long slender neck that could only be described as aristocratic. Refined, articulate and sensual, all without seeming to work at being those things, Lana was a natural to catch the eye of any man, or woman for that matter, who appreciated natural intelligence and just a bit of enhanced natural beauty. I moved away from her toward the bar, intent upon catching the bartender's eye. As this was our first date, if one could call it such, I wanted to show her that I was every bit the gentleman to her lady. I ordered drinks, Sour Apple Martini for her, Grey Goose Vodka Martini for me. In the half hour it took me to get them and make my way back to her, she had procured herself a seat on a barstool and was watching me elbow my way through the crowd. Her long back was three-quarters turned toward the bar, and she had those beautiful legs crossed again. I swear this time she did it on purpose, but as I approached her and could see more of her, she uncrossed and recrossed her legs, her eyes never leaving my face and that twitchy little smile playing across her lips. Once again, I was treated to a glimpse of those lacy black panties. It occurred to me in passing that if I could see her panties, then so could anyone else around her who just happened to be looking in her direction – and a hasty glance told me there were a few other sets of eyes who had caught a glimpse. By the time I'd reached her side, I was convinced that she knew exactly what she had done. And by reason of logic, it had been the same in my office. My hands were shaking slightly, my heart was pounding madly and I know my face was flushed. I handed her the drink and smiled a smile that I hoped said "thank you" as she beckoned me to lean toward her. I turned my head so she could speak into my ear, but instead of words, she slowly ran her tongue from my earlobe to the crest of my ear, then kissed my cheek. "Thank you for the drink" she murmured as her hand caressed my face, then slowly returned to rest in her lap. "My pleasure" I replied. And the pleasure wasn't just for the drink or her kiss. I could feel a stirring in my slacks. And as fate would have it, I was standing close enough to her that when she swiveled her stool toward the bar, her forearm, the full length of her forearm, rubbed across the front of my zipper. There was no doubt that she could feel the effect she'd had. And no doubt that she was happy with the effect she'd had. Those sensuous lips engulfed the edge of her martini glass, the tip of her pink tongue just visible behind her pearly teeth, and a sip of bright green martini disappeared. The longer we stayed at the bar, the more and more crowded it got, until finally we were pressed tightly against one another, her sitting on her stool, me standing next to her. For nearly fifteen minutes, some part of our bodies had been in contact with each other. At one point I had reached out a finger to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, and as I withdrew it, she followed it and kissed it before I had fully withdrawn. Her warm soft lips curled around my knuckle and her tongue brushed my skin. She sat back up and announced that she had to visit the ladies room. I stepped aside as she slipped off her stool. She turned her back to me to reach for her purse, and for more than just a brief moment, the full curve of her ass was pressed against my still hard crotch. She pressed her finger to my lips as she moved off saying "I'll be right back". It took ten minutes. But by the time she got back, I'd calmed down a bit. As she resumed her stool, I leaned down and whispered "my turn" in her ear. She held my arm, for a moment and kissed me quickly on the mouth before saying "Hurry back, I don't want to be here alone". "I'll be right back" I assured her as I straightened up. Then on impulse I leaned in and kissed her back. She didn't pull away. It was probably ten minutes before I made it back to her side. As I pushed through the jostling crowd, I wondered if this time she'd do it again. Sure enough, as I approached her, she uncrossed those long golden legs again, taking far longer than necessary to reposition them. This time I couldn't suppress my surprise. "When did you do that?" I asked her a few seconds later. Instead of recrossing her legs and turning back toward the bar this time, Lana swiveled further toward me, and as I got close, she tugged my shirtsleeves indicating that I was to keep coming. Her knees parted and I stepped as close as I could get. I felt her ankles lock behind my calves. She reached for my hand and guided it to her thigh. "Touch me. Here. Now." she whispered. "I'm so close I want to cum. My pussy has been wet since I got up this morning, and when I shaved it in the shower I came twice. That's never happened before. Now I want you to make me cum." The position was awkward. I could make contact with her soft smooth lips only with the back of my fingers. But I gently caressed her now bare pussy, for she had removed her panties when she had gone to the ladies room. It only took a few seconds before my hand was drenched in her juices. Her lips were parted like the petals of a fully opened flower, and the smooth slipperiness of her skin presented no resistance to my fingers as I ran my knuckles from her clit to her vagina. Less than a minute later, I felt a rush of liquid, a wave of heat, and her entire body tremble. Before I knew what she had in mind, she had unzipped my trousers and plunged her hand into my undershorts, pulling out my rock hard cock. "I don't want to wait." she said matter of factly. "And I don't want you to cum in your pants either. I want your cock in my pussy right here, right now! I want to walk out of here with your cum dripping down my thighs. Fuck me. Fuck me please. Fuck me right now!" © Copyright November 2005 The Bar Scene Master and I were out for an afternoon drive, enjoying the sites and scenery in a community Master had never been in before. I was dressed in my traveling outfit for Master. My short black skirt that came up barely to the top of my thighs, my tight fitting blue low cut blouse that showed off Master's breasts so wonderfully, and my white lacey push up bra that displayed the breasts so well for Master's view and delights. When we drive places Master doesn't allow me to wear panties, because he so enjoys resting his hand on my pussy and teasing my clit while he drives down quiet roads. Master pulled into a gas station, and had me recline in the seat, as Master got out of the car, he instructed me to play with my breasts and to play with my pussy while he had the gas tank filled. As I started this delightful play, fondling my breasts and pulling the nipples through the fabric of my shirt, an attendant came out and stood next to the car talking to my Master. Seeing him out the window while I was fingering myself for Master really turned me on. As I stroked my pussy and fingered my clit I moaned a bit, causing the man to look inside the car. He watched while I continued teasing my pussy with my fingers of one hand, and pulling and pinching my cloth covered nipples, this was making myself so delightfully wet, I moaned louder. Master came back to the car, and asked the man if he was enjoying the view. The man nodded. Master then said, "cum for me my little slut, show this gentleman how my whore can make herself cum." Hearing Master's order I started fingering my clit harder, feeling it throb and pulse. I then pinched my nipple hard as I felt the orgasm building. This caused waved upon wave of sensations going through my body as the orgasm exploded. I rocked against my hand while I came, soaking my hand and fingers with my wetness, my desire to serve my Master. As I recovered, I looked at the man and smiled. He opened the car door for my Master and thanked him for the "tip". As we went down the road, Master asked if I felt a bit flirty and thirsty. I smiled, nodded and said I was. He then pulled into the parking lot of the local bar. There were a lot of cars parked outside, and you could hear the music blaring and people laughing. There were people standing outside. Master opened up my car door and helped me out of the car. He told me to stand still. He stood behind me, pulled my skirt up and then down, exposing my pussy to the watchers. He then kissed my neck while his hands went under my shirt, cupped my breasts and pinched the nipples until they got harder and were poking through the bra and shirt fabric. He then pulled the shirt down, amplifying the tightness of the fabric encasing my breasts. He adjusted my collar, and then told me to walk next to him slowly into the bar. As I walked passed the onlookers I felt their glances observing my body, making me proud to be my Master's servant. When we got inside, Master helped me up onto a bar stool. Master had me sit with my back to the bar. He moved my legs wide apart, to show off my pussy, and had me intertwine my legs with the legs on the stool so I wouldn't loose my balance. Master placed my right hand on my thigh, barely touching my pussy. He then pressed his hand in the middle of my back making me lean forward to show of my cleavage. He then ordered drinks for us. He placed my rum and coke into my other hand and told me to slowly drink, and to make eye contact with those around me. To rub my pussy occasionally for their viewing pleasure. He then took a few steps back and started talking to the man next to him. "Yes, she is nice to look at isn't she?" I heard Master say to the man. "Want to see how good she tastes too?" The man said he would like to taste a sample of me. He kneeled in front of the stool, and started licking my pussy. As he lapped at my pussy he commented how great my juices tasted. His tongue found my clit quickly and he started flicking it with his tongue, sending shudders of excitement through my body. Breathing hard, I gasped and looked at Master, silently pleading to be allowed to cum. Master leaned forward and told me not to cum yet. Another man asked Master if he could play with my breasts. Master leaned over, and scooped both breasts out of my shirt and bra, saying "aren't they wonderful to look at, and they are real sensitive too!" The man took both nipples in his fingers and started rolling and pinching them hard, making me moan real loud and grind my pussy into the other man's face, which made me gasp louder. The man then leaned over and put a nipple in his mouth. He grazed it with his teeth while he sucked. He then did this to the other nipple. I looked at Master and said "Master, please! May I cum?" Master nodded at me, and I then lost control. Sensations were bombarding my body from the nipple play, and my pussy being eaten. I rocked my hips against the person eating me, thrust my chest towards the man nibbling on my nipples, lost in wild abandon of the orgasm. As the orgasm subsided, both men thanked Master for allowing them to sample his slut. By then several other people were asking Master if they could sample me as well. At this time Master helped me off of the bar stool. He had me stand with my legs wide apart, and my arms behind my back. He lifted my skirt, showing off my pussy to the onlookers. He ran his hand over it, and slipped a finger into my slit. He pulled his finger out and showed the people around him how wet his little slut was. He inserted his finger again and started rubbing my clit enough to get me excited. I gasped, I heard a man ask Master how my oral skills were. Master said, "They are fantastic, want to see for yourself? The man said "Sure." And walked to in front of me. I knelt down in front of him as the man unzipped is pants. His huge cock sprang out in front of me. I kissed the head, and slowly took this massive member into my mouth, running my tongue around the shaft as I started sucking. I felt his cock getting harder and firmer in my mouth while I sucked. I heard Master say, "I enjoy watching her pussy being fucked while she gives head" Does anyone want to experience her pussy while I watch?" An older gentleman volunteered. As I was sucking harder and stronger on the penis in my mouth, I felt hands on my ass, and the older man's cock penetrating my pussy. I groaned and looked lustfully at Master while I sucked. I ran my tongue around the shaft, then started moving my head up and down on the shaft in time with the cock thrusting in my pussy. The sensation of both cocks was getting me close to cumming. Master leaned over, grasped a nipple and pinched it, telling me to cum for him. I groaned and bucked against the hips of the man behind me while I continued to suck the rod in my mouth, stronger and harder. Feeling the orgasm build deep then explode inside of my pussy. The man fucking me started thrusting harder and quicker, feeling him stiffen then feeling him shoot his load deep into my cunt. The man standing in front of me grasped my head and started moving my head up and down his shaft faster, hearing him grunt I relaxed my jaw, getting more of his cock into my mouth while he started to cum, I sucked and swallowed all his cum as he shot it down my throat. I licked the man's cock clean, and smiled at him. Master had me stand up. He readjusted my clothes and ordered another drink for both of us. He told me how proud he was to show off his little slut that day. And I was honored that I pleased my Master by being displayed and sampled at this wonderful little bar. The Bar Scene My job is not the least stressful thing in the world. I've spent five years playing the bad guy and doing others' dirty work. I cannot even begin to think about how many times I've thought about quitting. So when my best friend, Angela, called me and invited me to go out for drinks with her at my local bar, I could not say no. We arrive there around 9:00, a bit early, but if we want a good table, we need to beat the bigger rush that will start coming in shortly. We sit down and shortly after, a server comes over and takes our drink orders. Angela orders a vodka and cranberry, and I order a rum and Coke. The waiter returns shortly with our drinks. I sip mine slowly, letting the alcohol start to wash my stress away. The music is thumping loudly, the base reverberating in my bones. It feels so good being out and social for the first time in a couple of weeks. Angela asks me if I want to go dance, and I decline. I just want a little bit of time to decompress and to check things out. I look around the club, trying to see if anyone else I know is there. Every once in a while, we run into someone we know, but it doesn't look like that is going to happen tonight. As I look around the club, my gaze passes a man in the corner, bobbing his head to the beat. He is incredibly attractive. He is slender and muscular. He has dark hair and glasses. He is just my type. I continue to stare at him. He meets my glance, gives me a thin smile, and returns his attention to the DJ and the people dancing. I blush, having been caught staring at him, and turn my attention back to Angela. We start talking about the crowd and the music, when the guy from across the bar approaches the table. He is even more attractive up close than he was from across the room. "Hi. My name is Jay." He gives me a broad smile, and I blush. "My name is Angela and this is my friend Nicole." Thank goodness for Angela. I would have just sat there, staring at him like an idiot. "Buy you ladies a drink?" he shouts over the music. I smile at him and respond, "Sure. Rum and Coke and a vodka and cranberry." He smiles back and heads off to the bar. Angela looks at me and laughs. I had been watching him walk to the bar. "What?!" I ask defensively. "Oh, nothing," she responds with a big grin. He returns shortly after with our drinks. He sits down next to me, closely, and the three of us banter back and forth for a bit. He is shamelessly flirting with me, and unable to help myself, I flirt back. As he gets bolder, he places one of his hands on my thigh, leaning in closely as we continue to chat. The music got louder, so I move so that my lips are practically brushing against his ear as I speak to him. He nuzzles into me occasionally as we chat. I can feel myself getting turned on by this man very quickly. Angela excuses herself, no longer wanting to watch us shamelessly flirt and grope one another. I can't blame her. If the situation was reversed, I'd leave too – give her some privacy. Shortly after she leaves, his hand moves to my inner thigh. I make a soft purring noise as his hand settles further up on my leg. As we continue to talk, his fingers move back and forth along my inner leg, from knee to halfway up my thigh. I give a little shiver as his fingers move on me. "Me feeling adventurous?" he asks slyly, his hand traveling a bit higher as he brushes between my legs. "Perhaps." He continues to slide his hand higher up my thigh and leans in to nibble my ear. "Perhaps as in keep going..." he asks as he slides his hand further up my thigh, to within a few inches of the part of my legs "...or perhaps as in not yet?" He gives me a broad smile. I softly moaned as his hand moves up my leg, encouraging him to continue. He reaches up further, his hand now under my skirt. His fingertip finds the small triangle of fabric that makes up the bulk of the thong I am wearing underneath. He gently presses against the swatch as he leans in and begins kissing my neck. I softly moan as I lean my head in. I place my hand on his thigh to steady myself. He gently brushes his fingertips over my barely covered pussy in gentle, light strokes, from the crack of my ass to the apex of my slit, pressing just a bit when he passes my clit. My moans intensify as his hand moves over me. I place my free hand on his arm, encouraging his movements. He hooks my thong to the side and presses a finger at my very moist opening and eases it in, crooking his finger over and over, hitting my g-spot with every movement. My breathing becomes more of a pant as his finger works me. He leans in and kisses me fully. I kiss him back hungrily. He slides the finger deep and presses his thumb against my clit. My moans get louder and I kiss him more desperately. After a few minutes of this play, he pulls his lips from mine, and smiles. He eases his fingers from my throbbing pussy and I whimper. He grabs my hand and leads me back over to the area where he had been sitting before he came to our table. He chooses a booth that is against the back wall. We both sit in the back, and this part of the club is slightly abandoned. He begins to kiss down my neck again, and slides his finger entirely back into me. I moan louder as my hand slides up his leg and begins to massage his cock over his pants. He looks around briefly, then once pleased with his surroundings, gives me a wink and a smile, and quickly slides under the table. He parts my legs at the knees with his hands and begins kissing up my thigh. I look around, startled. When I see no one is around, I relax. My hands grip into the fabric of the booth as he moves his mouth. He reaches my slit, yanks my thong to the side, and begins to circle and lick my swollen clit over and over. He holds one leg under the knee, and the other is spreading my lips open as it holds back the thong. The sensations feel so good. I let my head roll back, moaning and breathing heavily. He runs his tongue greedily over my entire pussy, sucking my clit into his mouth occasionally as well as sucking on the lips of my pussy. As he slowly devours me, I see Angela heading my way. She sits at the chair opposite the booth where we are. She's obviously drunk and slurring her speech a little. "Heyyyyy... Where that guy go," she says drunkenly, only half interested in the question. I feel him laugh with my clit in his mouth, the vibration shooting through me. It takes all of my will power to keep from crying out. "I... I don't know..." I stammer out, trying to remain composed. "I... I'mma get outta here," she says, wavering a little.... "Me cummin?" she asks without looking at me. "In... a minute...." I grin. He pats my leg upon hearing that to get my attention. I glance down at him and he mouths the words "I'll take you home" at me before returning to work my pussy with his tongue. "Go... ahead... I'll get home," I quickly say to her, wanting her to leave so I can focus back on his tongue. She waves lazily to me as she stumbles off. He begins sucking my clit again as he slides a finger back into me. My moans intensify as his finger enters me. He strokes his finger in and out a few times before bringing a second finger to the opening, slowly easing it in. His tongue viciously laps at my clit in rapid, firm lashes. I bite my lip hard as he expertly works my pussy. He works both fingers up to the knuckle, and as he draws them out he angles up, glancing over my g-spot with every thrust... in and out... slowly... gently... "Oh god, I'm going to cum," I whisper loudly. His tongue circles my clit rapidly as he quickens his fingers. His hand squeezes my leg as he spreads my lips wider. He presses a third finger at the opening and just flicks the per-anal region just below my opening. His firm strokes increase as I squirm more. My body tenses up and I give a little shriek as I cum hard on his hand. He drives his hand deep and wiggles the fingertips against my cervix as my pussy clamps down on his fingers. He continues to lap at my clit furiously. I pant and moan as he works me through my climax. As my orgasm subsides he slows, then stops, and climbs back into the booth next to me, rubbing my clit with his wet hand, and kisses me deeply, sharing my taste with me. I moan into his mouth as I taste myself on his lips. "Want to get out of here?" he asks as he rubs my clit some more. "Yes," I manage to choke out between pants. He smiles, takes me by the hand, and leads me out of the club. We hurry to his car. He opens the door for me, helps me in, and then gets in himself. He pulls out of the busy lot and out onto the barren streets. "My place alright?" He asks as he rubs his crotch, giving me an intense glance.... "Yes," I respond, my gaze burning into him. The streets are nearly empty. He drives carefully anyway. He reaches over, takes my hand, and places it on the bulge in his pants. I massage his cock through his pants. I get a sly grin on my face as I look around. Satisfied that there is no one around, I unzip his pants. I remove his cock from his pants and lower myself to take it in my mouth. I moan as I take his length into my mouth. The head is incredibly swollen and is dripping precum. I place one hand on the base of his cock and stroke him there while my mouth works his head. He places a hand at the back of my head as I bob up and down on his shaft. His body stiffens slightly as the sensation of my mouth on his cock washes over him. I moan as I greedily suck his cock, wanting to give him the pleasure he gave me at the club. His hand grips my hair as I slide my mouth up and down on him. He raises his hips slightly, trying to get more of his cock in my mouth. I bury my face in him, taking his cock deep into my mouth and down my throat. "MMMM' he moans loudly as he begins to buck more.... "Shit.... I'm going to fucking cum...." he calls out. This only makes me suck him harder. "Uhhhh.... UHHHHH!" He calls out as his cock swells and he begins to shoot jet after jet of hot cum into my mouth, his whole body spasming as he empties himself in my mouth. I eagerly swallow his cum. When his spasms cease, I lick his cock clean. He composes himself shortly before pulling into his condo. He parks, leans over and kisses me sloppily and steps out of the car, motioning me to follow him. I get out of the car and follow quickly behind. He leads me up a flight of stairs and opens the door to a sparse condo. As soon as we are both in, he slams the door and presses me against it, kissing me passionately, hands exploring my body. I kiss him back with the same intensity, my hands moving quickly to remove his shirt. My hands move over his well-defined chest and stomach. Now that his shirt is off, I see he has tattoos on his shoulders. After his shirt is off he grabs my slinky dress and yanks it up over my head. He kisses my neck and bites my shoulder playfully. One hand slides beneath my thong, strumming my clit again, while the other quickly removes my bra. I moan deeply into his mouth, my hands fumble with the button on his pants. I undo them and slide his pants and underwear to the floor. He swings me around and bends me over the dining room table. He yanks my thong off entirely and buries his face in my pussy from behind. His hands grip my ass powerfully, pulling them apart slightly to give him unfettered access to my glistening pussy. He stands behind me and presses the head of his cock against my aching cunt. He pushes his hips, and the head of his cock penetrates me, stretching me deliciously. He eases in, going deeper with each stroke. Once he's buried to the hilt, he begins to slide in and out of my sopping pussy in easy, long strokes. He reaches up and takes a handful of my hair and pulls playfully as he takes me from behind. I moan deeper as he grabs my hair, thrusting back against him as best I can. His pace quickens, driving himself deep inside my womb. He grabs my hips and starts pushing deeper inside me. His fingertips dig into my ass slightly, and I moan deeper. I cry out as he fills me, my orgasm approaching rapidly. He starts slamming fully into me, his abs slapping my ass loudly as he fucks me. I feel a finger press against my asshole as he fucks me feverishly. He wiggles there, testing the waters. I cry out louder as his finger presses against me. He eases it further in, popping it in to the first knuckle. "Oh fuck!" I yell out as his finger enters me. He reaches under me with the other hand and grinds my clit. Sweat drips from his chest to my ass as he pushes his finger in deeper and deeper. The triple stimulation is too much, I cum hard, screaming as I do. He slams my pussy harder than ever and begins to finger fuck my asshole as well. He eases a finger into my pussy along with his cock and pulls up on the rim, against my ass. "FUCK!!!" He takes the finger, wet with my juices, and slides it into my ass with the other. He finger fucks my tight ass as he fucks the shit out of me. Another orgasm builds quickly as he tears my ass and pussy apart. He slows down, and then removes both his cock and his fingers. I feel the bulbous head of his cock press against my asshole. "Yes... yesss...." I scream out in pure pleasure. He slowly presses at it, until my hungry ass swallows his cock head. He grips my hips tightly as he eases it deeper in my tight ass. My body shakes as he pushes his cock into me. "Baby, spread your cheeks for me," he commands. I reach back and do as he says. He presses until his cock is buried all the way in my tight ass. He slowly pulls it out, and then presses it back in. Once he finds his rhythm he begins to easily slide in and out of my ass. He reaches down and fills my pussy with two fingers as he slowly and carefully fucks my ass. I am only able to make sounds, as words have completely left me. His cock and fingers feel so good. I cry out again as another orgasm rips through me, my whole body shaking hard, breathing heavily. As my orgasm takes me, the tightness of my ass around his cock, and the spasms of my pussy on his fingers is too much, and he can hold back no longer. "Fuuuuucckkkkk!" he cries out as his cock twitches and he spurts hot cum deep in my ass. He pumps deep with each little blast, shivers, then collapses on top of me. I moan deeply as his cum floods into me. As he begins to soften my asshole slowly squeezes him out. As it pops out, his hot cum leaks out of my ass and dribbles down my pussy. I give a little shudder as I feel his cum drip over my pussy. "That was amazing," he gets out between breaths. I just smile in response. He wraps his arms under me, gives me a squeeze, then takes me by the hand, leads me to the bedroom, and lays me down beside him. He holds me in powerful arms and his hypnotic breathing quickly sends me to sleep, sated and fulfilled.