4 comments/ 158978 views/ 14 favorites Bar None By: torrid girl She was sitting at the bar, young little thing. Pouty fat lips shimmering- cherry lipgloss. She crosses her legs and the short little black skirt inches up higher to expose black garters holding up the black stockings. Her long red hair pouring over her shoulders- tight leather corset holding her juicy tits in place, nipples ready to pop out at any movement. She spins slowly on the stool to face the room. Slow night, the only people gathered are two large biker types playing pool and a devastatingly handsome guy sitting alone at a table, eyes locked right on her. A smirk on his lips as he mouths four words "Spread your legs slut" She gasps softly and blinks. Flushes a deep red but then her legs slowly start to part. The skirt inching up higher still. Soon she is fully exposed. Shaved little pussy, pink and glistening and spread for the entire bar to see, her feet hooked on each side of the stool. She shivers visibly, shaking as his eyes take the sight in, almost devouring her and her moist inner thighs. Painfully slow, his eyes rise again to her's and he holds up one finger. He licks it; she can see his tongue curling around it for a second- his message unmistakable. She glances quickly at the men playing pool. They've yet to notice the drama unfolding. She swallows and reaches down and trails one finger over her lips. A sharp in take of breath and she moves her feet up to the higher rung on the stool so that her knees are level with her waist and her sweet little pussy puckered and opened wider. Leans her back against the bar and raises her hips just a bit so that her ass rests on the edge of the stool. Her eyes locked on the savagely hot man and she smiles slightly... a trashy, whorish little grin as she slips one finger inside herself suddenly- gasping loudly and biting down on her lip. One of the bikers looks over at her gasp and does a double take. His eyes going round as saucers as he takes her in: skirt bunched up around her waist, her finger starting to move in a rhythm... fucking herself. Her breath starting to come a bit harder. He lets out a low, wolfish whistle and jabs his buddy in the ribs. He Hisses: "Lookit what we have here Bob... and you said nothing ever happened on Monday nights in this town..." he snickers audibly as Bob looks over and almost chokes on his beer. They both stand stunned for a few seconds, holding their sticks, uh, cues. The scene is not lost on the bartender. He moves behind the bar- behind her and leans in to smell her red hair and let it fall over his fingers for a few seconds. Suddenly he reaches and grabs a handful of it, YANKING her head back hard. She yelps, but does not stop fucking herself. Her eyes still locked on the smirking man still sitting quietly at his own table across the bar. The bartender, having not met with any resistance goes one step further. Keeping a firm grip on her long red hair with one hand, he reaches with the other and frees her breasts from their corset... they spring out like two little ripe melons, nipples rock hard and as red as two tiny little raspberries. They sit, freed and content atop the leather corset that still binds her. She yelps again and squirms, stopping her finger. A look of panic on her features for a few seconds till she focuses on the silent man's narrowed eyes. He spikes a brow at her and so, biting her lip, she starts again, this time, moving two fingers in and out of that hot little snatch. The bartender snickers and yanks back on her hair again to arch her back, his greedy little fingers moving to pinch one of those nipples hard as he leans in to bite at her neck, leaving faint little marks as he tastes her. Big Bob and Mad Dog move quickly towards the action now, Mad Dog still carrying his pool cue, a nasty glint in his eyes. Her upper back pressed against the bar now because of the bartender's hold on her hair, her tits jutting out obscenely and hips slightly raised, her pussy with in full view of the room she gasps- feeling the men approach but not able to see them. The bartender pinching and kneading her breasts hard, making her wiggle and buck her hips. The Tender leans down and kisses her full lips, hard, demanding, teeth knocking against hers as he scratches up her face with a day's worth of stubble, his tongue almost choking her. She squirms, gasping for air as Big Bob's hands come down and spread her thighs even wider... a lewd grin curling his lips as he sees how wet she is. He snickers "god she's a juicy little cum slut! Look how ready she is for cock!" He swats away her hand and looks to the bartender as a signal. The Tender reaches over the bar, breaking the kiss and grabs her arms, dragging her hands up over her head. He lets go of her hair, pinning her wrists on the wood plank, her back still forced in its arch, her tits bouncing as her chests heaves with the effort to breath. A slow whine escapes her lips- panic, fear, arousal- all the same... she asked for it... Big Bob reaches down and pinches her engorged little clit hard and then twists it, causing her hips to BUCK, raising them up to his hand as she lets out a long and loud moan. He grins, Mad Dog and the Tender staring to breath hard watching, and smelling her wetness- jeans straining against their cocks. The god-like man sits alone and leans back in his seat, smiling, sipping his drink and watching the show. Big Bob's breath starts to come in a steady rasp, he mumbles "oh yeah, this bitch is good to go..." he starts fumbling with his belt buckle, yanking his zipper down and letting his hard cock spring out. They don't call him big Bob for nothing- a 10 incher brushes against her cunt lips- slipping against the wetness on her taunt little thighs. He groans "oh little fuck slut... I hope you're ready for what I got... gonna tear you up... "And with only that as warning he jerks forward, nailing into her, stretching her little twat, almost tearing her with his size. Her eyes bulge and she cries out, pinned with the force of his thick cock, but she is pinned- unable to move, the Tender holding her secure. He shifts so that her wrists are pinned with one hand and reaches down to pinch her nipples again, twisting them, taunting them, squeezing them HARD as she writhes and tries to accommodate the huge cock that starts to fuck her in earnest. POUNDING her against the bar stool, forcing her body back as he gains momentum. The Tender pulls her arms up, so that her ass is right off the stool and her lower back is suspended as Big Bob keeps hold of her upper thighs in order to keep up the violent thrusting. The Tender leans over the bar and licks at the rock hard little nipples, his hand cupping and kneading her other breast. Then he starts to bite and suck... alternating... pinching the nipple with his teeth then sucking out the pain. Big Bob seems ready to blow his load, tearing into the tender little pussy as she squirms hard, wiggling and panting, her body slick with sweat and near the edge herself. Mad Dog clears his throat, obviously feeling most left out; he bangs his pool cue against the side of the bar in order to get their attention. Both men look up from the pale little fuck toy at him. His hard on raging against his black jeans... "She's got another hole! Ain't you guys heard of sharing?" His voice menacing and low- almost a growl. The two men snicker and look around, trying to think of a way to accommodate their friend. Both gazes settle on the pool table as she squirms, yelping, obviously freaked and worried. Big Bob absently reaches down and rubs her clit as the plan comes together. She responds- panting and writhing, red hair flying as she starts to cum hard around his fingers. She sputters and purrs as the men's eyes are drawn back to her with amazement as she quakes hard. The Tender blinks and mutters "hungry little cunt isn't she? Let's fill her all up boys!" And he comes around the bar. Big Bob scooping her up, tucking her neatly over his shoulder as she continues to thrash and twist, his hand still flicking her clit. Mad Dog follows with his pool cue. Big Bob's cock still rock hard, waiting to cum, he grits his teeth needing too and dumps her unceremoniously across the corner of the pool table. Big Bob kicks off his jeans and hops up on the table, pushing her over, so that he sits right over the corner, his hard cock jutting out and pressing against his six pack. He pulls her up by the armpits and guides his cock back into her tight little pussy, groaning as her slutty little wetness envelops him. He spins her just a bit so she is not quite parallel with him. Starting a rhythm, fucking her from an angle as she gasps loudly. The Tender, his pants around his ankles now takes advantage and reaches up, grabbing her hair, YANKING her, making her spin slight on Big Bobs cock, forcing her head down, pushing those plump little lips towards his waiting cock. She chokes for only a second, and then sucks him in deep, clamps down with her throat around him, using her hands to tickle his balls as Big Bob lifts her up and down HARD on his throbbing dick. Mad Dog eyes her ass with appreciation. Creamy and white, plump and round as it squirms atop Big Bob's cock. He moves in and placing his pool cue under one arm he spreads her ass cheeks and spits on the tiny little puckered asshole. He licks his lips and moves his finger in, rubbing at it... teasing it open as She tries to move away from his finger but still get the maximum penetration of Big Bob's lovely cock. Mad Dog doesn't let her evade his finger; he pushes it deep, testing her tightness with a smile. She yelps, too tight! The finger stretching her hard and she grazes the Tender with her teeth by accident. He gasps in outrage. Mad Dog notices and the sadist he is he chuckles, and flips the pool cue from under his arm, bringing it down with a sharp THWACK over her plump little ass- raising a lovely strip of red. The Tender smiles and yanks her hair, forcing his cock deeper into her throat. Mad Dog, intent on his work, spreads that striped little ass again and this time, eases the thick end of the pool cue into her. Working it back and forth, trying to loosen her tight little hole. He starts to fuck her harder with the spear of wood, rolling it around, jerking it in her, moving against the rhythm set by Big Bob's cock in her hot little cunt. Mad Dog grunts. Her smell, her wiggling, her panting getting to him. His friends so close to getting off, he'd better catch up. He hops up on the pool table, shaking hands jerking his jeans down- cock springing out, uncut and thicker then it is long. Mad Dog kneels on the pool table, parts her succulent little ass with his hands and then pushes one of her legs off the table, spreading her even more-impaling her harder on Big Bob's cock. He then drives deep into her tiny little puckered asshole... tearing her... making her squeal like a little slut pig. She tenses and starts coming hard. Her pussy spasming around Big Bob's cock, her throat choking on the Tenders hard dick and tightening so nice around Mad Dog's member. He SHOVES it in deeper... tearing her more, making her growl in pain as he throws his head back in pleasure... slapping at her thighs as he fucks her ass deep, feeling his cock move against Big Bob's on his out stroke through that thin membrane. She's thrashing. All holes filled so completely... every inch of her body being stretched and torn and scraped... her hair being yanked hard. Big Bob pinching her nipples painfully as he pulls her up and down on his thick cock. Mad Dog thrashing her thighs and dragging his nails over her as he penetrates her tiny asshole. She twists and writhes, no where to go, no way to get away, held, and captive and nailed by three insistent cocks. He looks on with a very large grin on his face... hands stroking and teasing his own cock, licking his lips- oh, she won't walk tomorrow, that's for sure. Such a good little fuck toy. All three men start to shudder, they tense, and meeting each other's eyes they all pull out of their respective holes. Balls all preparing to shoot all over her, cover her with sticky cum. She's panting and twisting and bucking her hips, trying to get away perhaps, but it's futile. Her attempts excite them further and they explode... shooting their hot white spunk all over her. The Tender coats her long red hair Big Bob her breasts and hot little cunt. Mad dog covers her back. Her face coated by the Tender's cum. She sputters, licking it off her lips, writhing, staining the pool table with the loads that keep spurting out and covering her creamy skin. As they fall away, exhausted and spent, she rolls off Big Bob and squirms, rubbing it into her skin. In rapture, cumming again hard as her fingers stroke her slick and sticky body. She pinches at her clit... wiggling and bucking her hips, she yells out a name. Sputtering it, yelling it over and over as she cums hard... and harder... He smiles quietly and rises slowly from his chair. Then moves quickly over to the pool table and reaches out for her, dragging her into his arms and tucking her tightly, placing her exhausted body over his shoulder. Moving towards the door, tugging down her skirt after sinking his teeth into her ass... breaking the skin with a snicker. He plunks her down in the passenger seat of his car and moves to get into the driver's seat. She's slumped in the seat... exhausted, slick with cum, tired and limp. He looks down at her as he starts the car and chuckles, speaking with that sexy Australian accent "Oh baby... you'd better find some energy baby... you've got a very long night ahead of you dirty little fuck me tart. I'm going to work those slutty little holes all over again. Nice show you gave me." She sighs happily and rests while she can... it's a short drive home.... Bar None Julia shifted in her seat, the barstool uncomfortable against her ass. While the feeling itself wasn't overly pleasurable, she remained seated where she was, as the memory of what caused the discomfort was very pleasurable. The day before, in anticipation of leaving on a week trip to San Diego for work, she had arranged to meet up with her boyfriend for a goodbye fuck. Julia equivocated for a moment in her mind as to whether boyfriend was the proper term for him. While they were doing all sorts of activities normally reserved for a boyfriend, the fact that she was married as well made Julia doubt whether boyfriend was the correct term. Shifting again and wincing at the pain, Julia mused on what the male form of mistress would be..mister...master? Neither seemed exactly right, though he certainly fit the category of master in a number of ways. He gave her the chance to be submissive and she enjoyed that to an extent that sometimes even surprised herself. The sex was fantastic, at least in part because he grasped the fact that despite being in charge at work, she didn't want to be in charge during sex. Strong, confident, able to handle herself well in a tense situation, Julia knew that when it came to sex, she didn't want to take control. She wanted to be submit, to do what she was told and to be treated like a slut, so she could feel free to behave like a slut, to do all the things Julia couldn't imagine doing without. The reason she couldn't sit without wincing was because the day before, her boyfriend had made Julia take his cock as deep up her ass as she could manage. Julia enjoyed anal sex with him and the few twinges she normally felt afterwards served as pleasant reminders at the fact that she had been a very dirty girl recently. This time, however, her boyfriend had been in fine form and the rough pounding of his cock up her ass had at once both made her cum as well as moan for him to stop. Unfortunately, he either chose to not hear or decided he couldn't stop, because he fucked her asshole until he came, which was a minute or two longer than Julia would have liked. Apologies and massages afterwards had made up for it, but Julia was still feeling very tender, and sitting was somewhere between torment and delight as she recovered. Shifting again, Julia decided that enough was enough and stood up, her skirt riding up to show some leg as she slid off the stool. Catching the bartender's eye wasn't hard, as he had been watching her when he thought she wasn't looking. As she ordered another gin and seven, she caught his eyes sliding down to her tits. Men seemed drawn to her tits, which, she reflected, was like saying the ocean is drawn to the shore. Normally hidden behind a conservative top, Julia had relaxed a bit on the trip, very much aware that she knew no one in San Diego and showing off her tits a bit wouldn't cause any problems. The tight skirt she was wearing was also a little shorter than she would normally wear, though tight and clinging was fairly regular for her. Though men seemed to focus on her tits, Julia personally felt her ass was her best feature. Her boyfriend seemed to agree, and when she had bent over yesterday, reaching behind to spread her ass cheeks for him, he had commented on how tight her ass was. Her comment back "How can you tell how tight it is until you get that big cock in it?" might have been somewhat responsible for how hard he ended up fucking her ass. She did love making him lose control like that, and the first moment when his cock slowly slid into her asshole was just heavenly. In fact, up until the point when he had ignored her cries, it has been pretty much one of the best ass fuckings he had ever given her. Face down in the pillow, one of hands holding on to her hair, pulling her back, his cock huge and throbbing inside her ass, telling her to take it up the ass like a dirty whore, making her touch her clit as he fucked her, random slaps to her ass -- yes, Julia decided, it had been a great ass fucking. As the bartender placed her drink in front of her, Julia realized that the low-grade horniness her sore ass had been causing all day was growing dramatically. The memory of what had caused it was making her horny as hell and as she sipped on her drink, Julia wondered idly whether she should consider picking up a guy. Turning and placing her back against the bar rail, Julia raised her hands up to rest behind her on the bar, not unaware of the fact that the position stretched her top tight against her tits. Looking around the bar, Julia spotted the usual suspects at any business section bar in any town she had ever been. The traders, clustered together, drinking expensive beer as they congratulated each other on their wisdom and knowledge of how the market worked. The marketing girls, out for a drink or two, flirting with investment bankers and out of towners before retreating to favoured clubs for free drinks and being hit on by horny guys. Despite her growing desire, Julia decided that she wasn't going to try and pick up a guy. Letting some stranger fuck her wasn't her style and she wasn't drunk enough to justify it. Perhaps I should change that, she thought, and finished her drink, turning and winking at the bartender who moved quickly to make her another. As she turned back to face the room, a man spoke to her, suddenly standing in front of her, her earlier review of the room apparently enough of a signal for him to approach. "A woman after my own heart. You drinking gin and tonics?" Julia smiled and made a non-committal movement of her head. Investment banker she decided, suit is too nice to be anything but and he had the confidence that came from lots of money in the bank. "Let me buy you another. Or 8." He grinned as he said the last bit and Julia smiled back at him, amused more by the transparency of his attempt than the comment itself. Gesturing to the bartender for another round, he positioned himself beside Julia, telling her something about his work or his house or car. Having classified him, Julia had pretty much tuned him out and it took a moment to realize he had asked her a question. "Pardon me?" He smiled again and she noticed this time that he had good teeth. "I said, I noticed you wincing a bit when you got off the stool. Hitting the gym pretty hard?" Julia considered her answer for a moment and feeling reckless in a strange city, decided to not play the game and stick to the truth. "To be honest, no, I had some fairly hard sex yesterday." To his credit, the man didn't show much surprise or react overly to the comment. His response was accompanied by a grin that was decidedly mischievous. "Well, that is much better than Pilates. I hope he had the good sense to make sure you were ready beforehand." Julia paused again, considering how far she wanted to take this conversation. As the man handed her a drink, she decided it couldn't do any harm to continue being honest. "Oh, he did, but I can only take so much fucking before my ass gets sore." This time, the man did react, his face registering shock for a moment before that grin returned. "You know, I think I like you." He took a sip of his drink as watched her face, waiting for her reaction. She smiled this time, then leaned in to whisper to him. "I am flattered, but there is no way I can take a cock in my ass tonight and I don't let strangers fuck me anyway." He smells good, Julia thought, like expensive cologne, as the man leaned in to whisper back to her. "Truth be told, I wasn't thinking about fucking you." As Julia raised her eyebrows to express surprise, the man whispered again. "I was more thinking about how good you would look on your knees, sucking my cock. I think you are likely a phenomenal cocksucker." Her strange calm and distant feeling was shattered at the comment and Julia blushed at the sudden realization she was having this conversation with a total stranger. Taking a gulp of her drink to cover her embarrassment, Julia finally looked back at the man, not sure what to say. He seemed pleased at the reaction and her embarrassment and leaned in, placing a hand on her waist as he whispered again. "You are, aren't you...just incredible at giving head. I can tell by how you reacted. I can also tell that you like the idea, of being on your knees, sucking my cock." Julia couldn't break eye contact with him, his smile focused on her as she realized that what he was saying was true. She loved giving head and yesterday her boyfriend had been too focused on her ass to let her get her fill. Julia realized that she did actually want to suck this stranger off and the thought both startled and aroused her. Julia's face must have been an open book because the man moved smoothly forward, taking the drink from her hand and placing it on the bar and with gentle pressure on the small of her back, walked her away from the bar. He was talking as they walked, something about the décor and how she really must see the bathrooms in the place. Down a hall he led her, towards a row of unisex washrooms, a number standing open. With a glance back to see no one watching, the man opened one of the doors and followed her inside. Closing and locking the door, the man spoke as he turned. "Get on your knees." Julia was sinking to her knees before she had time to think about it, looking up at him as he smiled down at her. Waiting as he looked at her, Julia realized that underneath her tight skirt, her pussy was suddenly dripping wet. She watched in almost disbelief as the man undid his belt, unzipped his pants and reached inside his underwear, pulling out his cock. "Give me your hand." Julia mutely obeyed, not sure who she was or why she was acting this way, but unable to stop herself. He took her hand and placed it on his cock, which was rapidly growing in front of her. "Stroke my cock you little slut....make it nice and hard so you can suck it." Julia found herself stroking his cock, finding a natural rhythm quickly. Within a moment his cock was fully hard before her and without any further comment, the man removed her hand and moved forward, pushing his cock into her mouth. As Julia took his dick in, she felt the man's hands on her head and heard his voice. "That's it..suck that cock. God...yes, take it all the way in, take it like a good little cocksucker." Julia began to bob up and down on the dick, enjoying the taste and texture of his cock, getting lost in giving head as she always did. Her pussy was now completely soaking wet she realized, and the man continued to talk dirty as he fucked her mouth. "Oh, you beautiful little slut..that's it...suck that cock. You like giving head in a bathroom to a stranger, taking that dick down your throat?" He didn't give Julia a chance to answer, his hand guiding her head as he fucked her face, pushing his cock deep down into her mouth then pulling back before thrusting in again. His pace increased as Julia reached up to cup his balls, licking and sucking on his cock like she knew her boyfriend liked. "That's it..play with my balls..oh god, you dirty slut, suck that cock. Oh my god, you look so gorgeous like that..on your knees, my dick in your mouth..jesus, the moment I saw you I wanted your beautiful lips wrapped around my dick..god..oh..oh.." The man spoke less and groaned more as he slid his cock in and out of Julia's wet mouth. She was startled when he suddenly pulled his cock out and slapped it against her cheek, first one side, then the other, before grabbing her head and pushing in again. His cock went deep inside her mouth and Julia gagged as he bottomed out on her throat. The sound made the man moan and he slammed his dick in again, making her gag as he spoke. "That's it..gag on the dick you little slut..yeah, suck it deep you whore..take it deep inside that mouth..god...I can't believe I am fucking your beautiful face..take it baby...that's it..oh god, oh god.." The man pulled out against suddenly and looking up at him Julia realized he was about to cum. He stroked his cock feverishly, moaning as he positioned himself in front of Julia's face. His cock throbbed and the first jet of cum shot out, splashing on Julia's lips, the taste of it vivid in her mouth. He continued to stroke his cock as his cum exploded, splashed going across Julia's cheeks, one shot barely missing her chin and hitting her neck. The final shots were weaker and Julia held her hands out to avoid having them land on her dress, cupping the bits of cum as he squeezed his cock clean. The man smiled at her, slowly placing his cock back in his pants and zipping himself up. "I was right..you are a fantastic cocksucker. Thanks for that baby. I'll let you get cleaned up." His pants back in place, the man adjusted his jacket, looked at the mirror on the wall and without another word, opened the stall door. Julia knelt on the floor, the feel of his cum still warm on her skin, the taste in her mouth, in disbelief that she had just sucked a stranger off. As she began to get to her feet, the door to the stall opened suddenly. Julia gasped and looked up to see the bartender standing there, his expression unreadable. As Julia struggled to find something to say, he suddenly backed away, closing the door behind him, leaving Julia once again alone in the stall. Standing up on shaky legs, Julia looked at herself in the mirror. Cum lay in thick strands on her face and was slowly sliding down her neck into her cleavage. At the same moment she realized how turned on sucking him off had made her, a burst of shame filled her and she grabbed some paper towels, wiping the cum off, quickly restoring herself to an outward appearance of collection. After what felt like an eternity of indecision, Julia opened the door, walking out the stall and back into the bar. She reached her stool, picked up her coat and was turning to leave when the bartender spoke. "Miss?" Julia slowly turned around, embarrassed to have to look at him after he had seen her on her knees with cum on her face like a common slut. He passed her a leather-bound booklet and she realized she still had to pay her bill. She reached down to below the stool to her purse and stared uncomprehendingly when she realized it wasn't there. She looked at the bartender in disbelief. "My purse..my purse is gone." The bartender's face hardened and she realized he didn't believe that she had had a purse. "No, it was here, I just..I went to the washroom.." The bartender cut her off. "Oh, I know what you did in the washroom. Didn't earn enough money there to pay for the drinks?" Julia blushed bright crimson as she realized the man thought she was an actual hooker. She began to stammer an explanation as he came out from behind the bar, gestured to a server to tend the bar and took the upper part of her arm in his hand and walked her to a door to the side of the bar. Inside, a small office, filled with bar supplies and equipment, tidy but with little room to move. The bartender released her arm roughly, leaving a red mark on it and causing her to walk into the middle of the small room. He glared at her and pointed a finger towards her. "You owe me $45 for those drinks and you are damn well going to pay for them. So, how are you going to pay?" Julia stared at the bartender, trying to process how she was suddenly in this situation, in this place. In the course of minutes, she had gone from feeling buzzed, sexy, alone in a city with no one to expect her to act a particular way, to this. In a storage room with an angry bartender, demanding money for drinks, her purse gone and the taste of a stranger's cum in her mouth. "Well? Answer me!" The bartender was flushed now and Julia realized with alarm that he seemed to be working himself into a real state of anger. She put her hands out in a placating fashion to try and calm him down but that seemed to infuriate him and he grabbed her wrists and pulled them up to his chest, in the process pulling her up against him. "You think you can come in here, like a little cock tease, wink and show your tits, then suck off some suit in our bathroom and then leave me with the bill?" Up close, his eyes were filled with emotion and with each sentence he spoke he shook her wrists slightly to emphasize the point. "Is this some game to you? Do you think its fun to be a whore for a night? Be the bad girl? Cheat? Lie? Steal?" Julia shook her head in response to each question, each time beginning to open her mouth to answer, to some explain, before he continued without waiting for her response. The bartender suddenly released her arms, pushing her away from him with force, Julia staggering back and partially falling against the small desk at the wall. Before she could regain her feet, he was in front of her again, leaning in, his legs touching hers, the lower half of his body pressing against hers as his hand grasped the back of her neck. "No one cheats or steals from me. You had those drinks, you have to pay. Either that or I call the cops. Maybe you'll pay like whores do, by taking my dick." At his final comment, Julia suddenly realized that she could feel his cock pressing against her left thigh, that as he spoke he was pushing against her, his dick growing as he convinced himself that this was what she would have to do to pay him. As shocking as the turn of events had been, his hand, strong and large on her neck, the feel of his cock pressing against her and the passion in his eyes made Julia realize that she did want to be fucked. That hard, rough sex was exactly what she wanted after the warm-up yesterday with her boyfriend, the stranger in the bathroom stall today. Julia began to speak, stopped, then with her eyes closed, answered his last statement. "If you fuck me, will you let me leave? Will, will my drinks be paid for and you will let me go?" Julia opened her eyes to see the bartender looking at her with an expression so intense Julia almost lost her nerve and she thought she would have started crying and begging him to please just let her go if he hadn't spoken. "Yeah, you can go after you take my dick, after you be my whore." His hands were suddenly on her blouse, fingers pulling at the buttons, snapping two off as he exposed her bra. His eyes took in her tits as he ground his hard-on against her legs. Squeezing her breasts, his eyes locked on them, the bartender's breathing grew heavy and Julia knew that if she had hoped to leave without being fucked by him, that chance was gone now. He reached inside her bra, cupping her tits, his thumbs playing her nipples as he pulled her tits out of the bra. "God...such gorgeous tits...fuck, take off your top you slut." Julia moved to comply, her hands shaking slightly as she pulled her top away, unfastened her bra and twisted her body to place them beside her on the small desk. When she turned back, the bartender was unfastening his pants, his eyes locked on her as he pulled out a very hard, long cock. He stroked his dick as his eyes wandered down from her face to her tits, to her tight skirt, then back up to her tits. He suddenly glanced at the shelf to her left, then smiled and grabbed her upper arm as he had when he brought her into the room. Pulling her off the desk, he pulled down on her arm, talking as he reached for something on the shelf. "Lie down, you slut." He had grabbed what seemed to be a bottle of olive oil from the cooking supplies on the shelf and as Julia sank to her knees in confusion, he spun the top off with one hand. "I said lie down you stupid slut. I don't want you to suck my cock after you blew that suit. Get on your back." Awkward in the small space, Julia managed to lie down, her head almost touching one of the desk legs. She gasped in shock as the bartender suddenly poured some oil into the middle of her chest. "I am going to fuck those gorgeous tits of yours so rub the oil in, make it slippery for me." Julia reached up, her palms gathering the oil and spreading it across her tits, covering both of them in oil, the slippery feel of it and her fingers touching her nipples making her already wet pussy quiver. The bartender straddled her chest, his weight heavy but not uncomfortable as he took his cock and slapped it down on the residue of oil between her tits. He began to stroke his cock again, hard and glistening as he looked at her face. Bar None "Push your tits around my dick you little slut..I am going to tit fuck you until I am ready to fuck your pussy." Uncertainly, Julia pushed her tits together, the bartender pulling back until his dick was at the bottom of her tits, then pushing into the slick hollow between them. Julia had never had a man fuck her tits before and the feel of his warm, hard cock between them was new but, she decided, very nice. Maybe if she did it well enough, she could get him to cum and leave without him fucking her. With that in mind, Julia began to talk, trying to push him to orgasm as quickly as she could. "That's it..fuck my tits. Give me that nice hard cock...make me take it like dirty whore." The man groaned at her words and his thrusting between her tits increased in speed, the friction causing his cock and the hollow to feel warmer. Julia pushed her tits tight against each other, making the pressure against his cock as much as she could manage. "Mmmm..that's it baby..big hard dick between my tits...you want to give me your big load of cum...shoot it all over me like the whore I am?" Julia licked her lips, the thought of a load of cum on her skin from another stranger making her both simultaneously embarrassed and incredibly turned on. While the events of the evening were far from normal for her, Julia's disbelief at what had and was happening was mixed with a growing awareness that this was one of the sexiest evenings she had ever had. Her mind was brought suddenly back to where she was as the bartender suddenly snarled and pushed off her, getting to his feet. "Trying to make me cum before I fuck your cunt, so you can go and be a whore for someone else? No way I am going to let your gorgeous ass leave until I have fucked you." The bartender was rummaging through his pockets as he spoke and he smiled as he located a condom. Julia tried to back up on the floor but her head bumping against the table leg reminded her she had no where to go. The bartender smiled as he knelt between her legs, his cock now covered with a condom. "Let me see if your cunt is as gorgeous as the rest of you." He roughly pushed her skirt up, exposing her thin black panties. He grunted at the sight and quickly reached down and pulled them down, her mostly shaved pussy suddenly open to the air and to his eyes. Her pussy felt wet as could be and it must have looked that way as well as the bartender smiled as dropped her panties to the floor. "Look at that wet pussy..you are dying for cock aren't you? You like being a little slut, a little whore, letting me use you and fuck you. God, come here.." His hands grabbed her hips as positioned himself between her legs, and Julia felt his cock against her pussy for only a brief second before he rammed it into her. His cock felt huge and the sudden filling of her cunt made Julia gasp. The bartender pushed all the way inside her, his balls against her ass as he filled her. His hands grasped the bottom of her legs, pulling her against him as he began to thrust in and out of her cunt, each thrust causing her oiled up tits to shake. Julia moaned as he thrust in and out of her, the full, hard cock inside her pussy giving her exactly what she had been craving since yesterday. As the bartender fucked her, he continue to alternate between calling her a dirty little whore and how gorgeous she was, her incredible tits, her tight little cunt, her beautiful face. The feel of his dick and the reality of the situation, of being fucked hard by a stranger on the floor of a storage room because she couldn't pay her bill, all of it combined was taking Julia to the edge. As he pounded in and out of her pussy, Julia began to feel her orgasm approaching and as it grew, she couldn't contain herself. "Oh god, fuck me, fuck me..yes, fuck my pussy, fuck your whore, give me that big dick, god, make me cum, make me cum, fuck, fuck, give it, yes, gorgeous dick, fuck me, faster, faster..." Julia wrapped her legs around the bartender as she begged him and his speed increased. Julia's eyes closed as she lost herself in the rhythm, the feel of his cock driving her over the edge, constant hard pounding of it deep inside her pussy taking her to orgasm. Her moans and wordless cries were matched by his as he exploded inside the condom, his cock throbbing as her orgasm exploded. When she came back to herself, the bartender was partially slumped on her, his cock still hard inside her, both of them breathing heavy from the exertion. He looked down at her as he exhaled, the desire in his eyes muted but a certain spark still present. "God you are sexy...that is one of the tightest cunts I have ever felt." He smiled at her blushing and after a moment more of resting, pulled out of her and stood. He pulled the condom off and throw it onto a trash bin the corner, then grabbed a roll of paper towels and knelt, still naked, to wipe the oil off her tits. Once she was reasonably clean, he tossed the towels in the bin as well and pulled on his clothes as she did the same. Julia managed to repair herself to some semblance of normalcy, though one button on her top was broken so even more cleavage showed than before. The bartender looked at her quizzically as they stood before the door to exit back into the bar. "So we're even now. You ready to go out there?" Surprised by the level of consideration after how the encounter had started, Julia simply nodded and the two walked out into the bar. Julia had been half expecting dead silence and the entire bar staring at the storage room, but it anything the bar was noisier than before and apart from a glance from the server tending the bar, no one appeared to pay them any attention. The bartender walked behind the bar and said some words of thanks to the server who nodded and gestured under the bar. The bartender glanced under there, raised his eyebrows in surprise, looked at Julia, back under the bar and then smiled to himself. With a bit of an apologetic air, the bartender walked over to where Julia stood at the end, carrying something which he handed to her with a tilt of his head. "It appears I may have been a little harsh on you...Tommy says he found this earlier, that someone forgot it, right around the time you would have been in the washroom. Apparently he put it there but didn't mention it to me until now." Julia held her purse tightly, a quick glance showing that everything remained inside. The bartender touched her arm gently to get her attention then spoke. "Have a nice evening, miss. It was a pleasuring having you here. Feel free to return anytime you want..drinks on me." With a final smile, the bartender returned to his work and Julia slowly walked out. As she left, Julia smiled to herself as a thought struck her. She did have five more days left in San Diego and he did make a good gin and seven. Bar None They laughed as another round arrived. Jake felt his girlfriend's hand gently rubbing his leg as she sat next to him on the couch in the dive bar they often frequented. He didn't turn to her, but continued his conversation with the man on his left, an old friend who was in town for the weekend. For her part Rachel was also embroiled in a conversation with some college friends of hers. They were sat across from Jake and Rachel on a series of cushioned ottomans. And so the group of twenty-something's all sipped at their drinks, some finishing the last round, some digging into the next, among them Rachel's friend Gaby. Gaby was a few drinks ahead of the other girl's, keeping pace with Jake and Rob as the booze flowed, and getting louder and funnier as she went. She was trying to engage Jake's friend Rob in conversation, mostly in order to flirt with him, but he was not the most socially aware of men and he continued to chat happily with Jake, oblivious to the advances of the ever drunker Gaby. That said Gaby was a bit of a bitch, and not a few pounds overweight. She had a pair of hefty breasts stuffed manually into a black blouse that was unbuttoned well down the valley, and which hung loosely over a black skirt that, while not short, still left a healthy amount of her thick but firm looking legs on display. She had that rotundity that looks like it belongs, she looked full, not flabby, and on the occasion that Stephen had hugged her in greeting or farewell he had appreciated her healthy girth and warm, full body against his. That said, Gaby was still a bit of a bitch and among Rachel's friends she was Jake's least favorite. Game for a laugh and fun for an evening, but entirely too high maintenance for Jake's liking. At this point Jake wasn't sure which he was more afraid of: listening to her moaning if she didn't get lucky with Rob that night, or hearing her moan if she did. Still, Jake knew that Rob was direly in need of a shag and he wouldn't deny him one even if he wasn't, and so Jake tried, unsuccessfully, to hint at Gaby's rather patent availability. He was continuing this effort when he registered a slightly dazed look coming over Gaby's face. Rob was talking about old friends but as Jake looked at Gaby he saw her go from disconcerted to uncomfortable and recognized the first hints of nausea flash across her face. "Rachel," said Jake quietly, turning to his girlfriend, "I think Gaby might have had a little too much." Rachel followed her boyfriend's gaze to Gaby's face and they both saw her give a slight dry heave. Jumping to it Rachel stood and stepped over the small table between them to Gaby, "OK, Gab's. Join me in the bathroom?" The other woman looked a little dazed but saw the lifeline for what it was, and stood, slowly and a little shakily to be corralled to the ladies room by Rachel. "Well," said Jake to Rob as they walked off, "looks like you are out of luck with that one." "What do you mean?" said Rob with a look of puzzlement on his face. Jake laughed, "Shit man, she is gagging for it. She has been throwing herself at you for half an hour now." "Fuck!" said Rob under his breath, "Really? Damn it. I would have done that, as well." Yes, well, thought Jake, there isn't much you wouldn't do, now is there. That said Jake couldn't deny a certain fuckability on the part of Gaby, despite a frankly uninteresting face and an even less interesting personality her ampleness and brazen attitude broadcast that she would do all those things the nice girls wouldn't. Still, not an issue now, he thought, and the conversation returned to reminiscing about their college clique. An hour later they were making their way out of the bar, Gaby with a lazy arm around Jake and Rachel's shoulders as she mumbled about being game for more drinks . . . or maybe some food. Rachel snorted at this but Rob, ever aware of what was going on around him, responded with a resounding: "Yeah, I could murder some fries. Let's go to that diner where we went for breakfast." The idea gained momentum and the group decided to head there for some coffee, a beer or two, and whatever food the more hardy folks could stomach. But Gaby was flagging, despite being the catalyst for the move to the diner she was really only there in body, her common sense long since vomited into the bar's grimy toilet. Rachel looked at Jake with an expression that said: 'we have to deal with this. She is our responsibility.' Jake's look, in turn, said something along the lines of: 'she's not my fucking friend.' But resistance was, as usual, futile, and so Jake said to the group, "Tell you what, we are going to drop this one off in her apartment, as it is around the corner, and we'll meet you there." He noted his girlfriend's nod of approval/triumph which was matched with a well suppressed surge of anger on his part and they set off to Gaby's building as she half-heartedly protested between them. "OK, hold her for a sec." said Rachel as they got to her door. The doorman had flagged them through without either surprise or any judgment, happy, perhaps that she wasn't bringing home another stranger, and they had all boarded the elevator. Reaching her apartment Rachel now relinquished her half of the semi-conscious Gaby into Jake's arms and started to rifle through her groggy friend's bag for her keys. Wrapping his arms around Gaby in order to support her from the side Jake's arm came up under her breasts and he felt their warmth through her blouse. As Rachel fumbled with the lock Jake tried not to think about the flesh next to him, but his cock was not so scrupulous and began to flare against Gaby's thigh as he grasped her, seemingly enjoying its proximity to this untried haven. Door open, they guided her through, laughing at the fact that she was now actually asleep in their arms. But Jake's hard cock was nothing if not awake and he worried that Rachel might see it once they deposited Gaby on her bed. So as they dropped her bodily onto her queen bed he quickly excused himself and headed to the bathroom, saying, "just a sec. I have to pee something rotten." "God, Jake." exclaimed Rachel, instantly peeved at the delay. "What?" he replied with an air of exasperation in his voice, "I'll just be a second. Fuck, I just helped your friend up here, least I can do is use the facilities." But he was really more annoyed with the fact that his throbbing erection wouldn't go down than his girlfriend's typical brusqueness. Still Rachel took the ball and ran with it, her temper having the 0-60 time of a drag car. "Excuse me!" she shouted from the bedroom as he continued to pretend to pee in the bathroom, "What would you have done? Leave her on the street and hoped she made it home? Leave her with your friend Rob?" "Wait a minute, how the hell did he come into this?" "Oh fuck, Jake, just hurry the fuck up. What 's taking you so fucking long?" "I'm trying to pee. Please forgive me, your fucking majesty, I'll be sure not do it again." "Fuck you, you fucking prick." shouted Rachel with real venom, turning to the door, "Take your fucking time. I'll be in the diner. Don't hurry, I won't miss you." And with that Jake heard the door open and slam shut. He stormed out of the bathroom, his now flaccid penis flapping out of his fly and stared at the door in astonishment. Bitch. It took a moment for him to catch his breath and then he whispered again, Bitch, and turned to go back into the bathroom, glancing briefly at the unconscious and oblivious Gaby face down on her bed. He was about to zip up his fly when his eye wondered to Gaby's legs, almost all of which had been exposed as she had collapsed onto the bed. He stared at her thick white thighs, at the pale flesh squished together at the top of her inner thighs, pointing upward to just under her skirt where her rotund ass lay just out of sight. He stared at that ass hidden just under her skirt. He stared at it and he stepped forward. He stepped forward and he lent over the bed and gently, quietly, he lifted Gaby's skirt. He was greeted with an astonishing sight. Gaby was pantyless. Her large, round, white ass was completely bare in front of him. Gorgeous. Inviting. Utterly unguarded. He was not really thinking as he did this. If he was he might have calmed his conscience by sighting his anger at his girlfriend. But Jake wasn't a cheater, he had never been unfaithful in his life. It was just that this big, white, round, beautiful ass was there, right now. It was there, inches from the hand that held her skirt aloft, a couple of feet from his face. And so his other hand reached out, ever so gently, and slowly but surely it came to a soft landing on one of her soft white cheeks. She did not stir. A soft snore escaped her lips, nothing more. But for some reason he did not fear reprisal. This wasn't wrong, so much as inevitable. It was there. If he didn't grope this large fat white ass tonight he would regret it for the rest of his life. He stared at it. His cock, still unconfined, rising rock-hard from his fly. A sensible part of his mind glanced at the door to her studio apartment, the door Rachel had stormed out of a moment before, and saw that it was deadbolted. There was no coming back through that door. And no going back for him either, he thought, and his gaze returned to the exposed ass of the sleeping Gaby. No. No going back. He placed his legs on the bed, kneeling beside her ass and left her skirt up on her back. He looked at that ass, heard her snoring, like a buoy in a channel signaling that it was safe to proceed. And he did. Placing his left hand on the top of her thigh he allowed his fingers to snake down between her fat but firm legs. It was hot there, hot and sweaty. He pushed his finger toward her pussy. After a moment it found her wetness. Oh, such wetness. Such beautiful, hot, wetness. Slick, it felt pink, it felt like that delicate sight he had seen on other women, on his girlfriend Rachel, but this was new, unexplored, and he brought his fingers back to his face and smelled her. Hot musky sex, a pheromone like no other. Even tainted with the pee that had caused her to shed her underwear at the bar it was still heady and irresistible. She was in heat and his cock ached for her. But some limit still held him, stopping him from just mounting her and fucking her with the immediacy and power of his primal core. Not a hesitation so much as a slowly giving knot, a flame under a rope teasing it out, waiting to break, not a possibility but an inevitability. But not yet. He stepped off the bed and shed his shoes, jeans and underwear and then stepped around to her feet. Parting them gently he lay down between them, his chest lying on her slightly parted knees. His elbows either side of her ample thighs, his face level with the cleft of her bottom. He placed his hands on her cheeks and parted them gently, his weight on his belly and elbows, his face braced to explore her cunt and ass. Her cheeks were heavy and firm, big, and when they parted he could see the hot sweat between them, and then the sweet, soft pucker of her asshole. He bent his face, his nose touching between her cheeks, and his tongue emerged to explore her. Pointed it touched gently at her asshole. Then, flattening, he licked her ass in one big, sweeping movement, tasting her sweat, her pent up lust, and the warm, woodlike tang of her asshole, and eventually, with the deepest relish, he buried his tongue in her ass, his first moment of entry. Her sphincter was tight, hot and magnificent. He lost himself in the act of rimming this slut friend of Rachel's. Burying his face with abandon in her full bottom he tongue-fucked her ass, grinding his throbbing cock on the bed sheets as his lust began to boil. In his mind the rope was fraying, the barriers were falling and he was telling himself he was going to fuck this woman. He was going to fuck her in every way he could and he was going to cum on her, in her, uh, he was going to cum a thousand times. His mind began to swim with visions of drenching her in his cum, of fucking her face and squirting down her throat as she gagged on him. All the while he drove his tongue into her ass until it became too much. He needed to fuck her. The rope had snapped and he was ready to take the next step. He levered himself up and in a flash he whipped off his t-shirt, climbing onto the bed on his knees and positioning himself between her legs. His cock bounced on her ass a couple of times and he thought about stabbing at that wet hole with his dick but knew that the pain of it had to be too much for her to sleep through. Instead he shifted his wait to his left hand and used his right to angle his cock between her legs, momentarily sad that he hadn't actually tasted her cunt. But his disappointment was but a brief flare, a shooting star across the firmament of his lust for her as his probing cockhead found the wetness of her vagina and he pushed. She was wet with arousal and piss and it went in an inch with ease. He needed to get a lower angle to drive in the rest of him, maybe even part her legs further and he was starting to do this when he felt her bottom angle upward to accept him into her. He froze. Was she awake? Suddenly reality rushed in on him and he felt exposed, his cock was thrust through a hole and he did not know what threat lay on the other side. He felt like he might be about to lose everything. A moment passed. Then another. Jake wasn't sure how long he was braced there, frozen in the headlights of the coming storm but slowly the howl of the blood in his ears diminished and was replaced, bit by bit, by the hum of the room around him. The air conditioner, the street outside continuing its confused chatter, the light, even breathing of the woman he was fucking. And it was even. Unbroken. The same comforting snore that had beckoned him in as he had lifted her skirt. The same snore that, like a slightly ajar door to a forbidden room, had enticed him with the promise of mysteries solved and secrets revealed. Whether it was an instinctive shift by her body to allow herself to be fucked or even just the shifting of a sleeping mind irrespective of the unknown man mounting her she had apparently not woken. And with the willfulness of the monkey reaching into the jar Jake began to push once more, his cock sinking into her cunt inch by warm inch until he was engulfed by her body, his shaft wrapped in her cunt, his glands pressed to her womb, waiting to pump her full of his seed as he reveled in the joy of the fuck. He began slowly, drawing out and then thrusting forward, long deep strokes to maximize the feeling of the fuck. His cock was like a piston as he slowly pushed down the throttle, pumping harder as the cum in his balls began to heat up. As his orgasm overcame him his mind momentarily swam with the wealth of ways he had envisioned cumming into and on her when he had been tongue fucking her asshole but it was to no avail. His thrusts were primal now and his animal mind was driving forward to a specific point, a defined goal that was everything in his world at that point. Without consequence, without future, the goal was the end, the purpose, his cum in her cunt, all of it. Deep, deep inside her. And so it came, a flood inside her now undulating body as she drove back into him. His final thrusts drawing a series of heavy grunts from his core as his abdomen tensed his cock into her. His muscles gripping, driving, and thrusting in a concerted effort to bury his cock as deep in her as possible. A moment passed. As before the howl in his ears began to subside, more slowly now but also more profoundly as the world came back to him and his life restarted. Reality came to him in rush and he felt her moving beneath him. Not violently, but moving. She was stretching. There was a thick layer of sweat between his body and her exposed ass moved as she grinded her body against his, moving her cunt against his still hard dick and clearly savoring the slick wetness of his cum in her. Her voice came thick and groggy, only semi-conscious, "Uhhh, I needed that." Another stretch and she started to lever herself up under him, pushing him backward, his cock still in her, until she was on all fours. He was paralyzed as she arched upward, bringing her arms up and over her head and twisting her head and upper body so that she could kiss him. Instinctively his arms came around her in an embrace and they kissed, his hand caressing her as their tongues met in a messy, sweaty, fabulous kiss. Eventually she pulled from him and climbed forward off his cock with a sigh. A moment later she was stumbling into the bathroom where a clank was followed by a thick stream of pee into the toilet. What should he do? He stood up, unsure of his next move. Reality was tangible with the fog of his passion spent and he stood there, slightly cold, feeling the air on his back and on his cock as his sweat and their mixed juices cooled on him. He wanted a shower. He needed a shower. He needed to know how this was going to pan out. Her urine spent he heard her pull a couple of tissues from the roll, wipe herself and then stand with a grunt. He stood transfixed as she walked back into the bathroom, switching off the light as she went and wrapping the room in blackness. His eyes adjusted to the sight of her pulling off her dress, unclipping her bra and climbing into bed. In a moment she was snoring once more, oblivious, it seemed, to his very presence. Was she so drunk that the whole thing had just passed her by? He stood a moment longer and then decided he had to just leave. Now he must decide whether to risk leaving the scent of her sex on him in order to get out as soon as possible or try to wash her sex off his cock. Waving the chance at a clean shaft he opted for getting out sooner rather than later and pulled his clothes on quickly but quietly. Stepping into his shoes, a cold sweat clung to him as he considered his disheveled state. Dressed, he stood a moment longer, watching her in the dim light from the city outside her window and then turned and stepped out of her apartment, slowly but firmly pulling the door too behind him with an audible double click of locks going home. A quick text message to his girlfriend saying he had headed straight home and he walked out onto the street to hail a taxi, avoiding a questioning glance from the doorman. - - - It was two days before Rachel heard from Gaby, a garbled message thanking them for getting her home. Jake was nearby when she called Rachel and he tried to seem unperturbed as he waited for the axe to fall. But it never came. Instead he listened to an innocuous conversation between the two girls, picking up mention of an unpleasant hangover quickly cured with a couple of Bloody Maries at their local bar. And so the incident passed. Days turned into weeks. Somehow Jake avoided seeing Gaby again until a month or so later when Gaby came over to watch a movie that Jake had purchased on DVD and which they had all missed in the cinema. Rachel went to the door when their bell rang and Jake busied himself in the kitchen with beers and some chips-and-dip they had bought for the occasion. He heard the girls come in and composed his expression before turning to greet Gaby. She smiled and stepped over to him. They hugged much as they always did and as the first meeting since he had fucked her passed uneventfully he allowed himself an inner smile at the thought that he had shot his load deep in the girl hugging him. That he had proverbially 'had' her, fucked her, left his seed inside her. When their brief hug ended his smile was broad and genuine. He was feeling very glib about the whole thing. They settled in to watching the movie. Previews came and went, the menu screen appeared and Rachel excused herself saying she was going to pee quickly before the flick started. Bar None A moment after she ran from the room Gaby said, almost in an aside, "Oh, Jake, I meant to thank you for fucking me the other night." He froze and a sinful smile spread across her lips at her power over him. Turning to him she went on, "And especially for rimming the living hell out of me." She shifted to face where he sat at the other end of the long couch, the spot Rachel had vacated separating them, and she lifted her skirt and her one leg to show him her wet, pantiless cunt. He stared, absolutely dumbfounded, and she whispered, quietly, but with venom, "Be ready to do it again, you fucking pervert, because you are fucking mine." She lowered her leg and repositioned her skirt and they sat there in silence for the remaining moments before Rachel finished her pee and returned to the room. Nothing was said as the movie started and they settled in to watching the dubious but entertaining action flick. Jake was unable to focus on the plot as the image of Gaby's bare cunt burned in his mind's eye like a vision before him. Minutes passed like hours. After about half an hour Jake excused himself so he could clear his mind, but moments after he apologetically stood to head to the bathroom Gaby announced, "You know, I actually need to go too!" She said it like it was all a big joke and Rachel smiled and grabbed the remote, saying, "I'll get us some more drinks while you two light-weights go relieve yourselves. Jake did not turn around but headed down the hall to their bedroom passed the guest bathroom so he could use the ensuite bathroom. Out of sight of the kitchen he heard Gaby following him but was dismayed when he realized she had also walked past the entrance to the guest bathroom and followed him into the bedroom. He was standing in the private bathroom when she came in and he whispered to her in a frantic voice, "What the fuck are you doing? What if Rachel follows us down here?" But Gaby did not reply. She grabbed him by the neck and kissed him violently, pushing her tongue into his mouth and then used her grip on his neck to push him down onto the toilet seat. Turning and lifting her skirt she then gripped him by the hair and, bending over in front of him she thrust his face between her cheeks. "Lick it, motherfucker." She whispered hoarsely. Her cheeks were just as large and bulbous as he had remembered as his nose and mouth were enveloped by them. She was dirty. Not filthy, but he could taste the aftertaste of her nature as he responded to her urgent demand and stuck his tongue up her ass. He licked at it, stabbed at it with his tongue, and then, just as abruptly as she had started she pulled away. Straightening her skirt and taking a step to the door before turning. "Jerk off before coming back in." she ordered quietly but firmly, "and cum in there." She pointed at his half-finished bottle of beer on the counter by the sink, "When you come back I expect you to find a way to switch it with my beer so I can taste your cum." And she left. Jesus Christ, thought Jake. And so the evening turned. After a minute of furiously beating his cock Rachel called to him and he told them to start without him. As he started to get close he grabbed the bottle and then a thought of revenge flashed across his mind and, still stroking his cock, he stood and licked the bottle top to wet it. A moment later he was pushing the bottle's long thin neck up his own ass. Another minute and the taste of her on his lips combined with the feeling of the bottle up his ass drove him to shoot his load, pulling the bottle out at the last minute to aim his dick at the opening and whispering under his breath, "eat that, you fucking bitch." He returned to the room, contrite for having taken so long, and placed his bottle in the middle of the table and asking which of the fresh bottles was his. Rachel was engrossed in the movie playing once more on the screen in front of them and waved him off, saying, "any of them." But Gaby leaned forward and surreptitiously took Jake's bottle, indicating one of the fresh ones, "pick one." She said with a smug wink. He did not hold her stare, but took one of the cold bottles and resumed his seat, his blood pumping. Would she smell his ass on it? Would she freak out? And more to the point why had he risked agitating her? Mentally he shook his head, admonishing himself for taking the risk. Jesus it was that kind of behavior that had gotten him in this situation in the first place. Glancing over at her he had to angle his head backward to see behind his girlfriend between them. She was gently licking at the bottle top. Tasting the bottle top she paused, then licked again, then subtly raised the bottle to her nose while casting a brief glance at her friend. As she did so she saw his eyes on her and locked on to them out of the side of her view. She seemed to appreciate whatever she was tasting and slipped the bottle into her mouth to subtly suck it. He tried not to stare too openly but then she stepped even further and he watched as she withdrew the bottle and drove her tongue into the bottles mouth, tongue fucking it. Oh shit. Jake was in trouble. His cock was hard again, so hard it was uncomfortable, and he couldn't excuse himself again only a few minutes after he had returned from the bathroom. Smiling at her victory Gaby turned back to the movie and feigned disinterest in Jake for the remaining, tortuous hour. It was a painful time, made all the more difficult by the trite treatment the movie's plot gave such things as character development and scientific feasibility, and Jake was left angry and frustrated by its end: thoroughly flustered. At last it ended and Gaby stretched as Rachel left to go to bathroom. Standing, Gaby walked in front of the still seated Jake and lifted her skirt, looking down to the hall as the door to the guest bathroom clunked shut behind Rachel. "Lick it." She said, offering him her cunt this time and hiking her right leg on the armrest by his side. He leant forward obediently and she once again grabbed his hair and pulled him into her. His face was pressed into her wet cunt, his nose grinding on her clitoris as his lips met hers, his tongue flicking into her sopping wetness. She was hot and very wet and she ground into him as he licked, his cock raging again and an orgasm trying to break free onto his face in the moments they had before Rachel returned. Jake started to panic. It had been too long. Gaby was losing control, she was about to cum. Would he even hear if the bathroom door opened? Would she stop? Was it all about to come crashing down? He heard the click just as Gaby's flood came and had to manhandle her down onto the couch as she shuddered with orgasm, indeed almost beyond caring. But reality flooded in on her and she laughed as she pretended to have tripped. "Shit, sorry, Jake." She said as she scrambled to recover her composure and stance. He laughed a little with her, aware that his face was smeared with her cum and that he was as hard as he had ever been. Rachel's instincts were on fire as she came back into the room. Had she had any possible inkling of what had just come to pass in the room she might have recognized the smell of female cum on the air, but who could imagine that in the brief minutes since leaving a room her friend would have been aggressively cunt-fucking her boyfriend's face? So the recognition of the smell was limited to a dull alarm from her unconscious trying to break through with the warning that she was being cuckolded. But in a moment Jake had recovered enough to spill his own beer in an attempt to explain the confused state they had been found in, saying in an exasperated tone, "That's ok, Gaby, there wasn't too much left anyway. Rachel, honey, could you get me some towels? I've managed to spill my drink." "No, no," said Gaby, taking up the lie, "It was my fault: I should have gone around instead of trying to step past you." Rachel turned to the kitchen and Jake took the opportunity to wipe his face on his sleeve, Gaby's thick cunt juice wetting his sleeve from his elbow to his wrist. - - - That night, lying in bed with Rachel Jake tried to touch himself discreetly to relieve the pressure of his lust since his hurried cunt licking earlier that day. But Rachel was not as asleep as Jake thought and soon she sensed the rhythmic shake of her boyfriend wanking next to her. They had not made love in a week or two so she rolled over to him and snuggled up to him, her recognition of her 'duties' combining with her own need for satisfaction every couple weeks, and a duller, subtler sense that something had happened between Jake and Gaby that evening, though she had no real idea of what that something might have been. Her hand wrapped around his shaft, replacing his own palm, and she began stroking his not inconsiderable cock while they kissed half-heartedly. Jake wasn't sure if he was happy or sad that she had interrupted his wanking. He did not want her now, he hadn't in a while, if he was honest with himself. But he wanted, no he needed a release. And he needed something more as well. He thought of Gaby's ass, of his cum soaked beer bottle in her mouth, and then of her cunt fucking his face and his lust began to twist. Rachel's hand on his cock continued its steady rhythm, going through their standard foreplay. Soon she would go down on him, more to wet his cock than to pleasure him, and then she would either mount him or he would roll on to her. But not today. With a smooth motion Jake rolled her on her back and kissed her firmly but quickly on her mouth. No sooner was she recovering from her surprise at his sudden movement than he was kissing down her neck to her breasts. They were smaller than Gaby's but he sucked on them like they were Gaby's thick nipples, drawing them into his mouth and plumping them with his ardor even as he repositioned himself on all fours next to his girlfriend. Rachel didn't know whether to be happy or shocked at the sudden attention but her mind was made up for her when he started to kiss down her belly toward her sex, taking time to tongue her belly-button as he went. "Wow!" she said as he started to probe her pussy, but her pleasant surprise was replaced with a sense of being overpowered as she felt him reposition himself again, his face still on her pussy he lifted his nearest knee over her face and got into a 69 position on top of her. His hairy balls and the base of his thick shaft were suddenly only inches from her face and her mind swam with the dichotomy of the pleasure of his well-practiced tongue on her clitoris and the overwhelming sense of his masculinity pinning her down. Her hands came up instinctively into his hips and she pushed out her tongue to lick his balls and the root of his cock where it met his heavy sack. The feeling of his balls on her face, forcing her to close her eyes, started to meld with the pulses of pleasure coming from her pussy, multiplying it, changing her discomfort into a greater and more vigorous pleasure. Jake felt her mood change under him. He felt her licks change from cursory to lustful, from customary to engaged, and he felt a mix of shame at his actions and disdain for his cuckolded girlfriend. But under it all he felt the anger at being manipulated by Gaby, someone he would probably not have even dated ordinarily, and at the way she had owned him that evening. His frustration would be taken out on Rachel, and he felt his disdain for her grow as he realized that she would take it, not out of choice, possibly not even out of pleasure, but because he would be acting without regard for her, and she would sense that the power was now his, that he would leave if she did not do as he wanted, that this fuck was on his terms, not hers, as it usually was. Still licking her he drew his right knee up so he was semi-squatting on her face and teabagged her, dipping his balls bodily into her mouth. She seemed about to resist but he did not hesitate and he owned her as Gaby had owned him earlier. As he felt her cute little button nose press against his anus he pressed his hips down further, licking her more frantically as her confusion and passion intertwined and boiled beneath him. As he pushed down he felt her nose enter his asshole and felt as he smothered her, his balls filling her mouth. Replacing his tongue now with two fingers he began frigging her hard, her lust at that point that the sudden increase in stimulation served to send her into a frenzy, writhing under him, lapping at his balls, wriggling her nose in his ass, gasping for breath around his hairy sack. She was cumming now, a long powerful orgasm crashing into her and with his right hand Jake began stroking his cock, imagining Gaby gagging under him even as he enjoyed the feeling of Rachel's subjugation. As she continued to cum, uncontrollably now, too much, pleading cries tried to escape her muffled mouth as Jake removed his balls from her mouth and placed his ass squarely over it instead. Lost in near madness he felt her tongue stab at him and his own orgasm came in a wash. He stopped frigging her as he shot his load over her chest, staring at her neck as it disappeared under him, his balls resting on her chin. As the last spurts landed on her he knew she was coming back to earth, felt her tense at the realization of what she had been doing during her orgasm. Without regard for her building dismay Jake slid back, dragging his balls over her face, and then angled his wet cock downward into her mouth. In her surprise she allowed it, even licking it cursorily as the last drops of his cum seeped out of him. He pushed the last drops out, and, as he had occasionally in the past, he felt the need to pee coming to him. Not a great deal. He knew how it would come if he pushed. Just a small squirt. As much the last drops of cum from the length of his shaft as actual urine. And before he knew what he was doing he was pushing, jetting the tiny dose of piss and cum into her mouth. He couldn't believe he had done it. He saw her tense, saw her swallow involuntarily, and then saw her try to compute the taste in her mouth, try to assess if the unfathomable had really just happened. Had her boyfriend, after already taking their love-making down an entirely different avenue, just pissed in her mouth as she, unbelievably, licked the cum from his dick. Before she could really react Jake levered himself off the bed and walked into the bathroom, switching on the light and standing over the toilet to relieve the rest of his pee in a mockery of his girlfriend's most recent humiliation. She sat up, staring at him, but he didn't respond. He merely finished peeing, switched off the light once more, and then returned to bed, having the audacity to kiss her lightly before lying down and saying, "That was wonderful, honey. Good night." He watched her, pretending that he did not realize she was still in a state of shock. But then so was he. I mean he had just pissed in her mouth. And not to mention had spent the evening licking her best friend while she was in the next room. He watched her in the darkness. She sat there for a long time, clearly wrestling with her emotions. Had she started cumming when he put his bottom on her face or had he done it after she started? She cringed at the thought of it. At how she had licked his ass, tasting it as he wanked all over her. But she had cum so hard. He had used her. For fuck's sake she was sure he had pissed in her mouth afterward. Just a tiny bit, but piss nonetheless. Her mind reeled at the thought of what had just happened. This man she thought she knew, this relationship she thought she understood, comfortable in its staleness. All of that seemed to have changed. And under it all she worried that it was her fault. That she had become predictable. That she had become something she had always loathed: boring. And she lay back, gently, closing her eyes, and fought back her emotions in an attempt to be the person she wanted to be. To have him lust after her again, to have him respect her. Above all she feared being dumped because she was boring. Boring. Never that. Surely never that. So she lay back, his cum drying on her breasts, an awareness of how the taste of his urine was still in her mouth and throat. And so, marked and stunned, she went to sleep.