1 comments/ 19517 views/ 1 favorites Bar Tales By: WerewolfatNight I was sitting in my favorite lunch-time hang-out, a local bar where they served a dynamite steak sandwich. It was Friday afternoon, and I was contemplating calling it a week and getting a head start on the weekend. I needed to break out of my slump, maybe find a little strange trim. My girlfriend had dumped me a couple of weeks back, citing what she considered an over-active sex drive on my part. I didn't see it that way- she had acted like she was a total freak at the start of the relationship, talking about how much she loved sucking cock, and screwing in public places, and always hinting about bringing a friend along, etc, etc. and then a few months later turned into an ice-queen, complaining about how nasty the taste of cum was and bitching about having a headache every other night. So here I was checking out Amy the bartender, a slightly faded brunette beauty who was squatting at the far end of the bar stocking bottles of beer when a door opened behind me, letting in a bright swath of daylight. Funny- I had never noticed a door on that wall before. I turned and nodded hello as a thin guy with short curly-brown hair took a stool a couple of seats down. He flashed a grin as he returned the nod, then waggled his eyebrows at the display of the bartenders' tender charms "Nice scenery in this joint." He said. "Yeah," I took a sip of my sweet tea. "I was wondering if she was advertising or something." He had pulled out a little device, a little bigger than a black-berry or palm pilot, but obviously some sort of computer. He typed a few keystrokes, his youthful face lit by the blue screen. "Nope." He announced. "She bats for the other team, if you know what I mean." I laughed. "You can tell that from here? You must have a hell of a program loaded into that thing." He grinned again, and his dark eyes flashed mischievously. "You have no idea. But, hey- lookee here. " He glanced around the bar, looking towards the row of booths along one wall, then back to me. "If you're interested, that blonde in the corner booth is down-right eager to give some head." I looked in the direction he indicated. There was indeed a blonde woman sitting in the corner booth- a slightly huskily built woman in a business suit. She was probably in her mid-forties, and while certainly no hottie, she was not bad looking at all, sitting there flipping thru a magazine on the table in front of her. I grinned myself. "Yeah, she looks like she's just raring to go." He shook his head, still grinning, and pulled out a twenty dollar bill and plunked it on the bartop. "That says if we walk over and sit down, she cleans our pipes right then and there." I sat back and looked closer at him. My first notion was that the guy was just a shit-talker. But maybe there was something more here. Maybe he knew the blonde lady, and this was a game they played so he could solicit some action for her or something. Either way, I was in the mood to play along. Standing up, I waived him ahead. "Lead on, friend." He stuck out his hand as he collapsed his device and pocketed it. "Name's Scott- my friends call me Scotty." I nodded back. "John Smith." I took the hand, smiling as I told the lie. I doubted he was called Scott either. The blonde lady looked up with no expression as we paused at the table. "Mind if we join you?" Scott asked. "You look like you could use a little company." She hesitated a moment, then moved over without a word. I sat across from her while Scotty slid in next to her. Scott grinned up at her- he was a short little fellow and she towered over him. "My friend and I were talking about your mouth. You have kind lips." "Kind lips?" She repeated, her voice husky. "You know- the kind we'd like to have wrapped around our rods." Her eyebrows rose, and she looked around nervously before taking a healthy swig of the cocktail in front of her. She licked her lips and leaned forward to whisper something in Scott's ear. He murmured something back, and she took one more look around then slipped under the table. Way too easy, I thought- this was obviously a set up. Oh, well, I figured- I'd never yet met a blowjob I didn't like. Almost instantly I felt her hand stroking my crotch through my pants, and I felt myself quickly rising to the occasion. She fumbled my zipper open and I helped her fish out my tool. She licked it like a lollipop before engulfing the head. I'm no porn star, but it takes a pretty accomplished cock-sucker to swallow my whole sword, and she had only worked about half of it down before pulling off suddenly. I figured she was working on getting Scott going, and sure enough, he winked at me as his grin widened even more. The waitress walked up as I felt the blonde woman's hand wrap around my shaft and begin stroking. "Did she leave?" The waitress asked. "Nah- she just went to the head." Scotty replied casually. "What are you drinking, John?" "Bud-lite." I said, deciding instantly that going back to work was out of the question. "Make it two," Scott said. "and bring the lady another of whatever she's having." The mouth came back to me after a few minutes. She bumped her head on the table top when she went to bobbing her head, so reverted to a lot of tongue action instead, one hand working furiously on the base of my joint Theoretically, her other hand was still working over on Scotty. We enjoyed the ministrations in silence until the beers came. I consider myself a sort of connaisseur of blowjobs, and I reckoned that she was just about average at best on the pole. Still, even a terrible blowjob is a hell of a lot better than jacking off all the time, so I was hardly complaining- this was far from terrible. The waitress must have suspected something, because she frowned as she stepped away from the table. "Not a bad way to spend a lunch hour, huh?" Scott said, and I had to agree. I nodded. "She's not bad." I thought I ought to give her a compliment. After all- this could be his wife. Or even his mom, for that matter. I hadn't done anything but jack off in a couple of weeks, so it didn't take me long to start building towards an orgasm. She was using a lot of twist and stroke, and she had a strong, firm grip. I reached under the table and grabbed a handful of hair, forcing her down on my cock as I came, shooting load after load into her throat. She gobbled it down eagerly, and kept sucking as gradually went soft. With a final pat, she turned her full attention to Scott. I tucked myself away and finished my beer and watched Scott's face as she worked him over. He looked at me and made a comically lusty face, then furrowed his brow and grunted. I knew his load was following my own down her throat. As soon as he was done, he stood up, his cock still exposed and casually zipped up while standing in full view of anyone that cared to look our way. "Thanks honey. You ready to scoot outta here, John?" I shrugged, and we walked away from the table while the blonde lady was still underneath it. Passing the bar, Scott threw money towards the bartender. "She's going to probably need some napkins back there." He noted casually. Stepping outside, Scott turned to face me. "You up for some more action? If you can give me a ride, I can get you all the pussy you want, instead of just a half-decent blow job from a transvestite." I sputtered. "That was a ...transvestite?? Are you sure? And you didn't tell me before?" He shrugged. "You got off, didn't you? So fucking what? You want to go for that ride?" I was seriously considering punching his lights out. I was half a head taller than him, and had to have 50 lbs on him. Then he grinned again, and I thought "what the hell". I called in to work as we drove out of the parking lot, and he pointed me towards the highway. He had his little computer thing out and was typing away on the miniature keypad. "What is that thing?" "Just what you think. Only a lot more high tech than anything you've ever seen, John." "Uh- yeah. About that- my name is actually Jeff." He flashed that grin yet again, nodding. "Whatever, dude. Hmm. Turn into that residential area up ahead." "Sure, Scotty. But I'm onto the game- you don't have to act like you're just now figuring out where we're going to get laid. Was that really a transvestite?" "Huh? Oh- yeah, sure. I'd of thought you could tell by the voice. Turn right up here- there's a horny little house-wife up ahead that is dying for some real live cock instead of just her toys." If he wanted to keep up the front, I was OK with that- after all, it looked like I was going to get my ashes hauled for real now. But I was going to be damned sure it was a real woman this time, and for that matter it also occurred to me that maybe I better not turn my back on Scotty-boy either. Still- that just kind of added to the excitement. We pulled into a beautifully landscaped drive that fronted a gorgeous house that was just short of being a mansion. Somebody obviously had a lot of money- which played in line with the hi-tech computer Scotty had. This had to be his place, I figured. Scott whistled as he jumped out and started for the front door. "Just follow my lead, Jeffrey- this is some prime-time pussy that is hot to trot." He rang the bell as he folded up his computer and tucked it away. After a short wait, the drapes beside the door where pulled open slightly for several long moments. Then the door opened a crack, and a women's voice called out. "Yes? Can I help you?" Scotty voice was cheerful and friendly. "Well, we're actually here to help you. We're running a survey we were hoping you would participate with. A sex survey, actually. Can we come in?" I knew he was flashing her that grin of his, and right on queue she opened the door a little wider. She was young- in her early twenties and red-headed, with wet hair that cascaded down to her shoulders in wavy curls. Her face was flushed and I suspected Scotty might have been right- she had been playing hard with her toys. She was wearing a house coat that she had clutched to her throat, but she was obviously very slightly built. "A... sex survey?" Her bright green eyes roved over us warily. "Yup. Like for starters- are you a moaner? Do you come out loud?" Her eyes widened, and her hand tightened at her throat. If this was an act, she was pretty good at looking shocked and surprised. And more than a little curious. "Can we come in? It's awful hot out here, and I'm starting to get all sticky." Scotty said, and stepped forward. She stepped back automatically, and he was walking in past her. Her hand opened, and I saw that beneath the housecoat she was wearing a very thin negligee. One pert little tit pointed up at me through the light material. She looked at Scott walking into her house then back at me, then she shrugged and opened the door wide, and I stepped inside. The interior was sumptuous. I followed Scott into a sunken living room with a leather sofa that stretched across three sides of the room. Scott plopped down and waived me to the other side, and the redhead walked somewhat nervously past me to sit between us. She was clutching at her housecoat again. Scott introduced us, and she said her name was Charlene. She offered us a drink, but Scott waived it away, pulling out his computer. "Let's get right down to the survey. So Charlene- when was the last time your husband fucked you good and proper?" She blushed visibly, looking down. "Bill doesn't -- he goes out of town a lot." "A week? Two?" Scotty prompted. She nodded silently, eyes averted. "OK- next question. Do you swallow? Cum, that is- do you like to swallow a nice hot load?" She shifted nervously, then nodded again. "Do you like to swallow it all, or do you like some to shoot all over your face? Or maybe your tits?" She looked at each of us in turn and squirmed a little. "Um, who do you work for, again?" "Do you take it up the ass? I couldn't help but notice you have a very nice ass when you sat down." Scotty went on. "No? Hmm, we'll get back to that. OK- favorite position: how do you like to get fucked?" "Um- doggy style, I guess." Her eyes were starting to gleam now, and the coat was open. "Slow and steady or hard and fast?" "Both. Either. Any way." "Who do you think would eat pussy better, Jeff or me?" She glanced at both of us. "Is this for real?" "OK- let's talk about toys. Dildo or vibrator? Anal plugs? Well hell, let's just go see for ourselves, huh?" He stood up and walked down a hallway. Charlene hurriedly jumped up and followed, so I did the same. This show was immensely enjoyable, and if it was an act it was well worth paying admission. "Wait- where are you going? Stop!" Charlene was saying in a rising voice as I followed them into a bedroom all done up in white. "This thing is still all slicked up." Scotty said as he knelt by an upright plastic cock that was sticking straight up from a vaguely saddle-shaped box. He reached out and stroked it, then held his hand up to his nose. "Wow- you must have come a couple of different times. Show us how it works." Charlene was standing there, looking mortified. Scotty looked up at her and winked. "Come on, Charlie. Gjve us a little show." She caught her breath, then seemed to come to a decision. She slipped the housecoat off and stepped forward, her negligee reaching to just above the globes of her apple-shaped ass. A tiny strip of red hair marked the top of her mound. She stepped over the saddle, straddling it, and stared at us. "First you have to lube it up pretty good- but like you said; it's already pretty slick." She squatted down and the immense cock was poised at the top of her gash. "I usually ease myself down it like this." She worked herself steadily down the entire length of the plastic schlong until her knees hit the ground. She was panting slightly now. "Then I reach forward and flip this switch like so." A smooth electrical whirring began, and she began to rise and fall, gasping with each movement. Scott looked over at me and waived me forward, clearly offering me first go. I hurriedly shucked my clothes and walked over behind her. Her gaze followed my jutting cock like a cat following a mouse. I squatted down behind her and grabbed her thighs from underneath, then stood up, lifting her smoothly off the machine, which still pistoned obscenely up and down. She couldn't weigh an ounce over a hundred pounds, so my display of strength wasn't any great feat, but it did set a certain tone. I practically threw her onto the giant, king-sized plus bed and jumped up beside her. She writhed around to meet me, and her legs twined up around my waist as she kissed me fiercely. I cupped and stroked her tits with one hand as I guided my prick to her pussy lips with the other. She was hot and wet and well-stretched from the machine, and I slid smoothly inside her. For all that, she was tighter than hell, and I gasped as I plunged into the wet folds of her honey-pot. She let out a deep moan and locked her ankles behind me and began a frenzied bucking of her hips. I held myself deeply inside her, letting her do most of the work until she began wailing in short, shuddering gasps. I felt her clench around my cock, and if I hadn't just come myself a short while ago, I would have popped my load right there. Scotty moved up on the bed, naked and rampant. He had a long, skinny cock that bent like a banana, and he waived it in her face as soon as she stopped moaning a little. "Get this nice and wet, Charlie. I'm thinking I might see about that taking it up the ass thing." Her eyes widened, but she obligingly opened her mouth and let him feed it half it's length into her mouth. I pulled her legs apart and thrust them up over my shoulder, and slowly began long-balling her, pulling my tool all the way out to the very knob before plunging it's entire length all the way in. The sensations were unreal, and I knew I wasn't going to be able to keep this up long before I shot off. For her part, Charlene was digging it to the point where she couldn't focus on sucking Scottie's dick- she was mostly just laying there with her mouth open while he fucked her face in short little strokes. I didn't want to come yet, so I pulled out of her and dove down to her muff, laving the big, puffy lips with my tongue. She squirmed against me and I looked up to see that Scottie was positioning himself over her chest, bunching up her boobs for a little tit-fucking. I ate her out till I thought she came a couple more times, and then began licking my way down the inside of her legs to her toes. I worked those over for several minutes before Scottie yelled to switch places. He took a seat on the edge of the bed and directed Charlene to sit on his lap, facing away. My opportunity was obvious, and I presented my pocket monster to her face. She greedily leaned forward and began licking and stroking it. The critic in me came out again, and I began to rate her technique. She had a wide, generous mouth and had a ton of want-to, but not a whole lot of know-how. I suspected her husband had caught her pretty young, before she learned much about giving head, and since she obviously hadn't gotten a whole lot of practice in, he probably didn't go for that sort of thing. The stupid bastard. Still, a lot could be said for energy and zeal, and she gamely tried to choke me deep down into her throat, while her hands stroked furiously at the base. I stroked her hair and one ear-lobe, and her eyes came up to meet mine, and I saw a flame of lust there that told me this cold-fish husband of hers wasn't going to be able to hold her much longer. "I think someone mentioned doggy-style?" Scott said, and in minutes I was again plowing that luscious furrow, this time from behind while she blew Scottie. I was able to find a really nice angle and rhythm, and I kept a slow, steady pace while I watched her work him over. She was able to handle him much easier than she had me, and she kept to the same pace as I did, while one hand snaked underneath to reach around to his nuts and beyond. When Scottie stiffened I grinned at him- she must have plunged a finger up his ass. He returned the grin and firmly grabbed her hair with both hands, pulling her tightly onto him. "Oh, yeah, that reminds me." He said. "Make her come again, Jeff. I thought I saw a bottle of lube over by the machine." He backed off of her mouth and began whistling as he walked over to find the lube. Charlene through a startled look over her shoulder, but I began really laying it to her, and she half-collapsed on the bed with the force of the thrusts. My balls were slapping against her and I felt my own orgasm approaching when she started the half moan/half scream thing again. Her cunt was clutching at me and I felt the fire growing in my balls. Scottie reached up and grabbed my shoulder, and the sudden shock of a man touching me during intercourse stopped my orgasm cold. "Not yet, hoss. We're going to double-fuck her." She was almost slack with exhaustion when I laid back and pulled her on top of me. I guided myself into her and pulled her knees up, thrusting that delicious little ass up into the air. I rubbed the globes of that fine little pear-shaped derriere gently, and she suddenly came alive. "No! I don't like that. Bill says..." She trailed off. "Fuck Bill.' Scottie said. "He doesn't have the vaguest idea of what how to treat a lady." He was applying the lube liberally to Charlene's asshole. "Now, if you can honestly say you don't want this, I'll stop right now." I bucked my hips a little, moving inside her, and stroked her cheek gently. I knew she wanted it, and she did too. She was stubborn, though. She didn't say a word, just waggled that ass ever so slightly. Bar Tales The rain just kept coming down, a steady flow that would not let up so that she could run across the complex without being drenched completely. She just wanted to get a drink then she could sleep tonight properly and the bar was so close yet so far away with the rain coming down as it was. Her nerves were shot and she just wanted a drink, damn it who cares she thought as she decided to just make a run for it! Not being from around here she considered that she would just offer the locals a free show as without a bra on her t-shirt would show her nipples clearly through and with her desire for a drink stronger then her desire for modesty she made a break for it. She made the dash across the parking lot, it was dark and the car coming in didn't see her as they splashed her driving into the lot. " Damn it!" she cursed as she was now totally soaked and her jeans as well were now slicked to her body and the t-shirt might as well be clear as it was slicked to her body tightly and you could see her firm breasts and hard nipples clearly through the shirt. She stood for a moment before entering as she assessed her situation and then opened the bars wooden door. As she opened the door of the smoky bar she noticed that there were just a few people inside and all eyes looked her over as she walked in, she was the only female she noticed other then the bartender, she looked like she wanted to be elsewhere as she watched the television in the corner of the bar. There were pool tables towards the back of the bar and scattered video terminals on the bar top, one had a weathered older man feverishly trying to hit a winner. She walked in and grabbed a table near the back pool tables to put her cell phone down on as she walked to the bar to order her drinks. "Southern and Coke, doubles and keep them coming" she laid a hundred on the bar and walked back to the table she choose for herself and in a few minutes Donna the bartender walked over with her drink and sat down as she plunked it down on the table. "What are you doing here by yourself? Looking for trouble as we don't need any troublemakers here you know" she asked with her husky voice. "I just want a drink, no trouble just here to unwind as I am passing through" the soaked woman responded back. "You're dressed for trouble you know "Donna shot back at her. " I didn't make it rain and I just need a drink" with that answer Donna sauntered back to the bar. She started to sip her drink as she realized that it was chilly in the bar as her nipples were rock hard and standing at attention, no wonder that guy in the corner is staring at my tits she thought oh well I will give him a show and she started to arch her back and thrust her chest out as she ran her fingers through her long red hair separating the strands as it was soaked through. Her hair was thick so it will take awhile for it to dry, she wished she had her jacket as the dampness was causing her to feel the chill fully. She could feel all the men watching her moves, the music playing was from an old jukebox and someone with a taste for country music had made some very somber choices, rummaging through her pockets she fished out some coins to make some lively selections from the jukebox as she was bored and thought it might be nice to liven the place up! She noticed that the machine let her pay extra to have her choices come on first so she choose that option and started pressing the buttons aware though all the time she walked and moved all eyes were on her. Eminem came blasting out of the jukebox as she walked back to her table she could tell some of the patrons were not pleased with her choice but Fuck them she thought to herself she was bored and felt like stirring things up to get some excitement going on. As she got to her table she saw him, the guy who had splashed her in the parking lot sitting at her table amused by her actions of riling up the place he introduced himself as "the mother fucker who got you wet" and offered to warm her up if she needed it. She sat back at her table and smiled at him, checking him out he looked pretty good to her as she noticed the tattoos on his chest and arms looked like they were from prison time and his hair was recently cut as you could tell he was not used to the shorter length which did look good on him. He was tall, tanned and she could tell his cock was already hard from watching her prance around the bar and she liked that as she was bored and wanted to get some action happening. "I am Fox" the man said to her as he extended his hand to her she stood up and said to him "do you shoot pool?" as she walked over to the tables. He followed her watching her wet jeans hug her ass and considered his next move as his throbbing cock told him he was going to fuck her tonight but the question was where it would happen and just how wild it would get. He got up and followed her to the table with a smirk and a wink over to the man at the corner table. The table was racked and she said "I'll break" He watched her firm ass as she bent over to break and he felt his cock harden. She did a clean break but left the table open for him. He knew that he could clean the table quickly but he wanted to watch her move so he took a few shots and then made sure he missed allowing her to shoot. She was holding the cue all wrong he felt so he came up behind her and instructed her how to hold the cue which allowed him to press his body against hers, she could feel his hard cock and teased him a little by grinding into him as he tried to correct her posture. He knew she wanted him but he wasn't sure how badly and he was testing to see how far she would go in the bar so he grabbed her hips and grinded in from behind asking her if she liked the feel of his hard cock her answer came in the form of grind back into him. He felt his cock about to burst out of his jeans so he grabbed her breast as he was behind her and kissed her neck, she was oblivious to the fact that they were in the bar and she reached into his jeans to feel his throbbing cock, he turned her to face him and picked her up and put her on the tables edge as he kissed her passionately and hungrily as he was removing her still damp t-shirt. He buried his face in her tits as he found the pert nipples hard as her arousal was noticeable, she arched her back to bring him closer to her as she was horny and didn't care where she was she wanted that hard cock she could feel pressing against her so she reached in with her hand to undo his waistband and slide her hand in fully. They were being watched by all in the bar but they did not care, the bartender just watched and nodded to the man by the door to lock the door as she knew if any cops came in she was in trouble and she wanted to watch the show they were putting on for all to see, hopefully she thought to herself she might get some herself tonight. He ripped her shirt off fully and was enjoying her tits, she opened her legs for him to grind into her but instead he unzipped her jeans and put his hand down to her shaved pussy and starting fingering her wet pussy. He liked the soft feel of her pussy the smooth skin appealing to him as he felt his cock grow harder and harder. He started to peel off her jeans then hesitated to see if she would object as they were still in the middle of the bar but he noticed her pussy got wetter as she was enjoying putting on the show. She found herself totally naked lying on the pool table and all her thoughts were of how much she wanted to suck his cock, she leaned over and took his cock in her mouth and pushed his jeans down at the same time, she could hear those around them talking about them and making comments about if they can join in, she had not said a word and was waiting to see what new friend would say instead as she made a point of showing off all she could as she sucked on his dick. His cock wanted to explode in her mouth as her warm mouth felt so good around his cock but having an audience he wanted to be sure to put on a good show, she seemed very responsive to those watching so he relaxed and just focused on feeling good. As she was sucking his cock he was playing with her tits which turned her on as she was moaning loudly, she was in an awkward position so he moved so that she could suck his cock easily and those watching could also see her wet pussy open and waiting for a cock or tongue. He knelt over her and positioned himself so that he could finger her while she sucked on his cock and as he was finger fucking her he noticed that the bartender had come closer and asked the girl sucking his cock if she could join in as she had a taste for some pussy. The girl on the table responded just by opening her legs wider and moaning which was taken as a yes. Donna started to lick her clit and run her hands over the smooth pussy she could taste the wetness and her tongue was flicking on her swollen clit which made her moan louder. Donna herself was wet just enjoying the pussy and started to lick that pussy faster as she got into it, the man by the door had walked over and was jacking himself off watching openly, his swollen cock was standing at attention. He watched for awhile then noticed that Donna had her legs open as she was eating pussy so he moved behind her to thrust himself into her while she went to town. The girl on the table was about to cum, she loved having her pussy eaten and was loving sucking cock as it happened, she wanted him to cum inside her mouth as she loved the taste of cum. She loved the attention and was getting hornier by the second as she motioned for the old guy at the bar to come over and as he approached she reached out for his cock to stroke it as she sucked cock. Donna felt the other guy enter her from behind and she came instantly as she was hot from eating pussy, she could feel him pumping her and thrusting madly as he grabbed her hips to steady himself, she could feel his cock swelling up harder and knew he would cum soon so she was grinding into his thrusts to get the most from this fucking. She loved the feeling of him fucking her and was meeting each thrust fully without missing a lick of that wet pussy. She exploded in orgasm as the guy blew his load in her, she sat back for a moment to catch her breathe and noticed that the guy getting his cock sucked had moved down to fuck the girl she had been eating out. He started thrusting hard and fast in her and she was meeting his every thrust. She had started sucking the cock of the guy she had motioned over and was going to town on his balls as she deep throated his cock. She was built for fucking he thought as her body responded to each thrust and she was still not missing a beat sucking cock, he motioned over to the man in the corner to come over as he knew she was ready for it all and more. Donna was still watching and wanting more as her pussy was starting to get wet again for a bit more which made her climb up on the table to get into the action, working her way to the girls ass she started to eat her butt hole as she felt the guys balls hit her chin, that ass was too sweet to pass up and she just ate more and more as she felt the girl squirm with pleasure. She was made for fucking and was enjoying all of the attention she was getting. She could feel someone eating her ass and was hoping to feel some cock up there soon, she was sucking on cock and getting fucked all at once which made her squirt with pleasure. The man from the corner had come closer to watch and was growing harder watching the scene in front of him, he wanted that ass and was going to fuck her up the ass but first he wanted to enjoy the show going on as he saw them all looking for an open hole in this fuck slut they had the pleasure of running into tonight. This bar was usually very slow but every so often someone interesting walked in but tonight was even better as this cum slut looked ready to take on the whole bar and give seconds. He looked at her and asked her if she wanted a good ass fuck to which she smiled with her mouth full of cum and said "yes please" very seductively which was all he needed to drop his pants and pull her to the edge of the table making the others shift to accommodate his actions. Donna started to suck on the balls of the guy fucking the girls pussy and she watched as the double fuck was going on with excitement as she wanted to get DP'd too as she called over the first guy who fucked her and told him to fuck her ass hard and fast she grabbed a pool cue and used it to fuck her pussy as he pounded into her this was not her first time using the cue for her orgasm. The girl on the bar was cuming over and over as she felt the two guys fucking her, she didn't know them and that turned her on more as she felt their cocks hard and fast in her she wanted to scream but her mouth was full of cock as well so she just moaned in approval. The room smelled of cum and fucking which was a turn on as well, when the guy she was sucking had blown his load into her mouth she begged for more as she was a cum slut and wanted more action. Her request was answered as she found a new cock at her mouth ready for her to suck on and she went to work on it not caring who's it was as she just wanted cum and more cum. Donna had called over a few regulars when the action started and the girl on the table noticed that there were some new faces there for her to fuck and suck, she arched her back and moaned letting all there know she was up for whatever they offered tonight. One by one the men took off their pants and joined in the fun putting their cocks near the girl on the table for her to suck and tug on while they waited to fuck her wet and willing pussy. The first guy was about to blow his load and pulled out so he could cum on her face. As he pulled out a new cock replaced his and was busy pumping in and out as he came all over her face and hair. She stopped sucking cock long enough to smile and lick off the drops that had landed on her mouth. The fucking went on for a few hours and the men traded holes over and over as she showed that she wanted more and more, she was covered in cum and her pussy was starting to feel sore as she sat up for a moment to say it was time for her to go. Donna had been getting fucked as well and was tired as she had not seen this much action in a long time she though had the sloppy seconds but was ok with that as it was still getting fucked. As she stood up someone handed her the clothes of hers that had been removed hours earlier and helped her steady herself on her feet as she put her clothes on quickly and walked towards the door. She smiled as she left the building and ran across the driveway to her room where she just feel asleep with a smile and the smell of cum on her breathe. She had good dreams of her time in this small town and thought of returning on her way home as she noticed when she checked out the hundred she put down on the bar had been returned to her in an envelope with a thank you scribbled on the front of it. Bar Tales I felt Scottie enter her. I'd never shared a woman this way before, but I'd read about it. You really could feel each other's cock through the tissue that separated them, and I felt him ease his way slowly and gently inside her. She hissed a little hear and there, and was muttering something unintelligible under her breath. When he was finally all the way inside her, he reached down and slapped her ass cheek. "There we go. That's not so bad, now, is it?" He began to move in and out, and after a while I did the same. Her moans got louder. She was way too short for her and I to kiss in this position, but she sucked furiously on my nipples, first one, then the other. For me, I found that it was surprisingly intimate. I felt Scottie's excitement increasing as he sped up us his strokes, but I slowed mine down, only moving half and then as third as fast as he was. When I went to stroke her cheek Charlene turned her head and greedily sucked my finger down her throat, suctioning ferociously, and I knew she was regretting that there was only two of us. Just as Scottie began to get frenetic, she came with a shriek that nearly bit my finger off, and I could her cunt began to spasm uncontrollably around my shaft. I felt Scottie gush forth in several long, jerking spurts and suddenly I was right there, too. My first geyser was almost painful in its intensity, and I yelped out loud as I emptied myself into her. Charlene went limp again, and when I felt Scottie pull out I rolled her over onto the bed. She was wiped out, but she made a hell of an enticing picture laying there in a semi-ball, her hair spread out around her. "Well, partner, I guess we've done all we can do here." Scottie said. "You want to hit the shower first?" Part Two I was still quite skeptical. "So you're telling me you've never met Charlene in her life. And the blonde in the bar (I still did not want to admit aloud that 'she' might have been a 'he') either? And you want me to believe that little computer you've got can just pluck horny thoughts out of the air and direct you to the right place every time." We had eaten a hearty steak dinner and killed a couple of beers, and I was finding that I was still hornier than hell. "The proof is in the pudding, partner. Look- there are what- a million and a half people in this metropolitan area? At any given moment of the day or night there are way more people ready to fuck at the drop of a hat than both of us could ever do. I'll tell you what- you pick the direction we head from here, and you tell me when to start looking. If I can't find us a willing partner in ten minutes, I'll pay you back for dinner." I considered the offer. "OK- you're on." We drove around while I considered where to go. Scottie entertained himself by running the program from time to time. "That cop over there is so horny he's thinking about getting a prostitute. Nothing in that for us, though. There's a clerk in that bookstore that would bend over in the back room for us with just a little prodding, though, but she's not exactly a looker. Uh-oh! See that church over there?" "OK- OK- I probably don't want to know about that one." I said. "Besides, I know where to go." I hit the throughway to the interstate, and fifteen minutes later we were leaving the outskirts of the city. "Hey- there has to be enough of a population to give me a chance." Scott said. "You didn't say that- it wasn't part of the bet. So OK- start looking." Scottie laughed good-naturedly and peered down at his screen, and gave out a chuckle almost instantly. "OK, smart ass. You see that t the rest stop ahead? Pull in there." I groaned. "Not a rest-stop. I saw "There's Something about Mary". There's probably a dozen faggots giving each other head in the bushes." Scottie grinned back in turn. "You didn't say that- it wasn't part of the bet, either. But no problem- there is a dude in one of the stalls in the rest room waiting for some action, and the security card is getting a hand-job in his car over at the far side of the parking lot, but there happens to be a very willing blonde wench here. See that camper over there? Pull up next to it." The camper was one of those old-fashioned kind that sat on the back of a pickup truck. The back door was open, and a couple of men were standing there looking in. They glanced over as we pulled up and laughed. Scottie hopped out and strode up to them. "How's the action, fellas?" He asked. One of the men laughed. "You fella's got here early. She says she's going to be going strong all night- every trucker for a hundred miles is headed this way- some of them are turning around to do it." I stepped up and peered over their shoulders into the cabin. A woman was lying on the small bed in the cabin, legs flayed wide open, and a man in a plaid shirt with his pants around his ankles was pumping furiously into her, his bony ass flexing as he pistoned in and out. "Holy shit- a trucker's gang-bang." I said. I peered over at Scottie. "Does that thing have a CB radio in it too or something?" Scottie rolled his eyes. "You are the most skeptical son of a bitch I've ever met." He said, turning back to watch the action. "Where's the back of the line, fellas? I guess I was skeptical- it took a whole day more to convince me- but that's a story for another time...