Bulge swaggers into the bar
His assets viewable from afar
Huge swinging dick hanging free
Slapping noisily about his knee
Cojones that would grace a bull
Fertile, virile and jissom full
His mission to impregnate
Any slut who'd be his date.

Tits was feeling really dirty
Horny, desperate, rather flirty
Her bosom hoiked to impress
Barely contained within her dress
Perched she was atop her stool
A slutty, whorish, wanton jewel
Surveying every passing jock
In the search for obliging cock

And there we have it, we all know
How this story it must go
A brief flirtation over drinks
Moving quickly to lip syncs
Fingers exploring quite unbidden
To those parts so barely hidden
Her fingers stroking along his dick
Twelve inches long and ultra-thick

Gasps of delight, an impressed giggle
Leaning forward a shoulder wiggle
Panting breathless in his ear
Aching need made crystal clear
His fingers exploring up her thigh
Bringing forth a whimpering cry
Her milky flesh spreading wide
Wanting, eager, for this ride

The scent of lust thick in the air
His fingers enter without a care
Panty fabric wrenched aside
A squirming start to her joyride
Rubbing against him with her breasts
His swelling member she molests
Twitching beneath her firm caress
Desperate now to gain access

Sorry reader I'm all aflutter
My words I fear will start to stutter
Bodies entwined, conjoined as one
Adhesive in their lascivious fun
Sucking face as if unfed
A prelude in their dance to bed
A mass of squirming, writhing glee
Hedonistic pleasure quite carefree

His cock is out, it's in her hand
It truly is an impressive gland
Her fingernails they will not meet
His mouth attaches to her teat
Slurping, suckling her stiffened tips
Fingers ramming below her hips
As she yanks upon his shaft
An impressive display of handcraft

She's gasping now with every thrust
At any moment she might combust
Gushing about his slamming hand
Her body his now to command
Eyes rolling back and breasts aquiver
Her orgasm breaks, an explosive shiver
Before she falls down on her knees
Looks up at him with doe-eyed pleas

"Oh let me slurp upon your meat.
It will make my night complete.
To have my lips so fully stretched
My wish, I hope's not too farfetched."
Without a word he pushes her down
Her lips encircling his smooth crown
As she gurgles in delight
A purposeful, penile acolyte

Bobbing down with clear intent
Her lips begin their rapid descent
Drool and saliva clear and glistening
His twitching cock hard and thickening
Buried now within her throat
Her supplication she devotes
His searing seed her reward
Her mouth, her stomach a jism gourd.

"Excuse me, Miss, its last orders at the bar."

I raise my eyes from the words crawling before me across the lined paper to find him, young and acne-marked, his voice squeaking nervously as he imparts the information. I hold him there before me with a look before letting my eyes wander across the low-light corporate plush of the hotel bar. Desolate. Desultory. A place for lost souls and those desperate to kill a couple of hours before ascending to our identical, impersonal, styleless cubicles for a night of joyless sleep between starched sheets.

"I'll have a gin and tonic. A double."

My eyes drift back to the page and my frolicking scrawl, determined to postpone the inevitable.