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“Hey there cutie,” I smiled at the guy as he sat on the barstool next to mine.

“Oh hey.” He turned toward me, and I noted his eyes roaming down and then back up my body.

I certainly didn’t mind his attention and moreover, I wanted to get right to what I had in mind.

“I’ll get right to the point,” I told him.

He ordered a beer and waited for the bartender to walk away before replying. “And what’s that?”

“I’m feeling slutty. My boyfriend’s late, and I want to get fucked. I know the owner of the place. Let’s go back and I’ll see if you measure up.”

“Is this a joke?” He asked looking around the almost empty bar.

“No joke. I don’t even want to know your name.”

The gears were turning in his head. “And I get to fuck you? No cost.”

Scoffing at him, I feigned being offended. “Of course not.”

“And I get to fuck you? You’re fucking hot.”

He was cute but didn’t sound too bright.

“If you measure up.”

“You mentioned a boyfriend?”

“We have kind of an open relationship thing.”

“Show me the way,” he told me as I slid off the barstool.

In the storeroom, he closed the door behind us, and I dropped to my knees.

“Let’s see what we’re working with. But I gotta warn you. I’m good at sucking cock.”

“All girls say that,” he scoffed reaching for his pants.

“But I can back it up. If you last long enough for me to come up for air, you can fuck me.”

“You’re on.” The guy pulled Keçiören Escort his cock out. Already half hard, it was working toward an impressive length.

“Good rig you got there,” I teased as I took his cock in hand to pump my fist up and down his increasingly lengthy shaft.

“God that feels good.”

“Not as good as this,” I told him as I parted my lips to slurp his cockhead into my mouth.

“What are you do – -Oh fuck.” His hands encased my head. “You are good. Shit.”

With my head in his vice-like grip, he was jamming his cock into my mouth. With my skills or without them, the guy wasn’t going to take long to finish much to my chagrin. To speed up the process, I added stroking him into my mouth as I swirled my tongue around his tip. His grip on my head tightened.

“Oh fuck.”

I knew it was over before it had hardly begun.

Working my magic tongue around his gland, his salty taste intensified. At the last minute, I pulled him from my lips as his cum oozed from his cock. Giving it a few quick jerks, he ejaculated thickly across my face as I moaned and spread his semen around. Milking the last of his seed from him, he stepped back gasping.

“I – -I – never come that quick,” he lied.

“No problem, Honey,” I told him. “Can you hand me that towel there?”

Taking it, I mopped his copious load from my face.

“I’m sorry about that.” He really did seem Etimesgut Escort genuine, a fast-comer and not too bright but genuine.

“No problem. Go on out. I need to fix my makeup.”


He closed the door on the way out and it took only a moment to reapply my makeup. Finished, I locked the door and leaned against it. A moment later, my hand was up under my skirt as my fingers swirled my clit. It took me less than a minute to climax as I clamped my thighs around my hand working between my legs. Wetness coated my fingers as I came.

“Fuck,” I seethed as I climaxed.

Blinking my eyes back open, the storeroom swam into focus. Wiping my now-soaked hand on the already-soiled towel, I threw it in a bin and then headed back out to the bar.

My nameless lover sat at the bar two seats down from a brute of a man. At six foot five, the guy was a man-mountain. I slid into the seat between them then kissed the giant on the cheek.

“It’s about time you got here,” I smiled.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the other guy’s face turn ashen. I smiled over at him as I looped my arm around the big guy’s beefy arm.

“What going on?” My very large friend asked.

“Nothing,” I quipped.

“I have to go,” the nameless quick ejaculator suddenly blurted out.

He threw a twenty on the bar and made a hasty retreat toward the door.

“Sierra. Did you just fuck Demetevler Escort that guy?”

“No,” I sighed as I released his arm. “He was a two-pump chump. It was over almost as soon as I started sucking his dick.”

“Did you do that trick I taught you?”


“Well, that’s why. Every guy that I’m with, it sends them off like a rocket. They come like a firehose.”

Frowning at him, I leaned back against the barstool. “I just want a guy that can last. Sure you won’t fuck me, Travis?”

“No,” he scoffed. “Not even close to the right equipment for me but he was cute.” Justin looked longingly at the door the other guy had just exited.

“I had to masturbate before I came back out.”

“You need to stop trying to have sex in my storeroom.”

“You told me I could.”

“And stop telling guys I’m your boyfriend. It scares them off before I get a shot at them.”

“Well, you’re so huge, it’s hard not to.”

“Huge in more ways than one,” he reminded me with a wink.

“Wish I’d find out for myself,” I teased.

“Never in a million years my friend. Just don’t mouth bang a guy like I taught you and maybe they’ll last long enough to fuck you.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have shown me your trade secrets,” I quipped.

Justin grinned down at me as he shook his head sadly. “I’m not sure why I let you hang out with me.”

“Cuz I’m fun to be around.”

“That you are Doll. That you are.” He grabbed my face with a meaty paw then planted a brotherly kiss on my forehead. “At least the dude got a blowjob. What was his name?”

“I don’t know. We didn’t get that far.”

“You really are a slut,” Justin teased me.

“You wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“I’m still not going to fuck you.”

“You’re loss,” I told him before ordering another drink.

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