It was just one of those nights. I was really horny, but not in the usual sense. I had this craving. I’ve had it before and I will have it again.
I wanted to suck cock.
Granted, I may have been a little buzzed, but that’s not an excuse. I’ve been to bars many times. But this time, the desire to feel a cock in my mouth, getting harder, longer, spitting its pre-cum, and ultimately shooting its load into my cock-sucking mouth, well, it was just over whelming.
I was probably driving a bit too fast, or at least, over the speed limit. I loved this road, especially the curves. The warm summer weather made it even more enticing.
Speeding around one corner, then the next…..feeling the wind, the pressure of the corners, the lust within…and there it was. A rainbow flag. I knew what I had to do.
The parking lot was deserted. Lights were on in the bar. I was “thirsty”.
It was kind of a dingy place. Smelled like wet dog. 3 or 4 pool tables stood in the back. The bar was shaped like an “L”. Cowboys, in various dress (chaps, vests, hats) adorned the walls, in black and white.
I was the only customer.
Behind the bar, a 40ish man wearing nothing more than boxers.
“What’ll you have sweetie?”
“Bud Light, please.”
“You got it……2 bucks.”
I fished out 3, leaving it with a “Thanks.”
“Is it always so dead in here?”
“Yeah, on a Sunday after a long holiday? Yea, deader than shit.”
“That’s too bad.”
“Why’s that? “
“Don’t know, guess I was just hoping to find some trouble.”
He laughed. “Sweetie, you’re in the wrong kind of bar for that!”
At this point, I guess I should introduce my self. My name is Darla. I’m 5’3’, 118 lbs. I have dirty blonde hair, just past my shoulders. Green eyes. Pouty lips (think Julian Wells), and because my dad was a dentist, bright & straight pearly whites. I’m a 34c on a good day, but my nipples are always hard and proud. I have a “classic” ass, with just a slight “bubble” to it.
And I love to suck cock.
“Why do you say that?”
“Doll, this is a GAY bar!”
“Assuming this place was packed, you’d be outta luck!”
“So you’re saying gay guys don’t like to get their cocks sucked?”
“Yea, princess, they do. Just not by someone like you
“Really? So if I told you I wanted to suck YOUR cock, you’d say no?”
“I’m just saying, your chances are slim.”
“Well, considering its just you and me here, I guess you’re going to have to tell me just how “slim”, if you will, my chances are?”
He stopped and stared at me for a few seconds, before snorting and turning away. He grabbed a bar towel and began to wipe down the back bar.
“What, are you telling me you don’t want to get your cock sucked? Or is it that you just don’t want to get it sucked by a woman? Come on, a mouth is a mouth, after all.”
He stopped, then set the towel down, all the while keeping his back to me.
“What’s your name?”
“Lee,” he answered.
“Show me your cock.”
That got his attention.
“Cameras,” he nodded with his head to the corner where a small camera was mounted on the wall.
“Ok, follow me to the bathroom.”
Lee looked a little stunned. I didn’t think he would follow. Still, I followed the sign, found the 'lady’s room' (Lord knows I’m not one), and going in, sat on the toilet. Let’s face it, I didn’t drop my shorts or panties. Hell, I was in a gay bar, so closing the door was probably overkill!
Seconds later, the door swung open and there stood Lee. He was probably about 6 foot & 180. A bit of a pot-belly, thinning hair. Mid to late 40’s?
“Show me your cock.” It was as much a demand, as it was a plea.
“Really bitch? You’re in a gay bar!”
? You followed me to the bathroom. Like I said, a mouth is a mouth. Whip it out, or get out!”
Lee sighed, then grasped the waist band and slowly started to lower his shorts. Honestly, I’m not the most patient bitch, so I quickly grew tired of his tease. I grabbed the bottom of his boxers, yanking them down. A nice, semi-hard cock, maybe 4-5 inches in its current state, sprang out and bobbled before me.
“Ummm,” I murmured before taking it in my hand. It felt warm and I knew it would get hotter. And bigger.
I started to stroke it, watching, until a bead of clear fluid leaked out the head. Looking up at Lee, I smiled, leaned forward, and licked the shiny nectar off.
“Oh, you slut….”
It was almost a hiss.
“Not now. I need to close the bar.”
Lee stepped back, and pulled his shorts up. He walked out of the bathroom, somewhat dismissively.
I sat for a moment. My pussy was definitely moist.
I got up and walked back to the bar. Lee was on the phone. He looked at me, and saying “I gotta go," and quickly hung up. I sat at the bar, taking a sip out of my beer.
“So how about it? Want me to finish what I started?”
“Maybe? Want me to leave?”
Lee looked around and pointed to one of the leather couches over by the pool tables.
“There,” he said, pointing.
“Let’s do it cowboy.”
Lee walked over to the couch and I followed. He sat down, slightly slouched, so his hips were pretty much towards the end of the couch, giving me an unobstructed view, and reach, of his cock and balls.
I kneeled and looked up at him, giving him a devilish smile (it’s a look I’ve learned over the years). Sliding my hands up his legs, I stopped when I reached the bottom of his shorts, grabbed them and pulled them down.
His cock sprang up, half hard, bobbing with each beat of his heart. I licked my lips.
Leaning forward, I ran my tongue from the base of his prick, to the top, stopping to swirl it around the head, slipping the tip of my tongue between that sweet spot that separates the head from the shaft.
Lee drew in his breath and his hands clenched the sofa.
I continued my tease, sliding up each side, slipping across the head, then down, scooping up a swollen ball, spitting it out, then slowly, EVER so slowly, running up from the base back to the head.
Closing my eyes, I slid my mouth over the head of his cock, working down, perhaps an inch or two, before sliding upwards, working my tongue back and forth.
“Oh, fuck!” Lee repeated.
I kept up this motion, slow, taking him a bit deeper, occasionally pulling off and licking his head or shaft. Then, when I saw that crystal-clear fluid emerge, I plunged down.
I pulled my mouth off of him and leaned back a bit. Lee looked at me, somewhat puzzled. I reached up and unbuttoned my blouse, peeling it off and exposing my breasts.
Lee rolled his eyes.
Leaning forward, I started sucking him again, massaging my breasts with one hand, while cupping his balls and stroking his shaft.
Reaching down, I started to slide my finger to his pucker, only to feel him tense up and clasp my head with his legs.
“Exit only, honey.”
“Doesn’t mean I like it the-re
. In fact, I hate ass!”
“Understood,” as I stuffed his cock into my mouth. Honestly, he was a bit tedious for me, so I started plunging my mouth faster over his cock to get him to cum.
Lee surprised me. He grabbed my hair, shifting it into a “ponytail” shape, pulling it while pushing me up and down on his cock.
“Come on you slut, work my cock. I know you want my cum. COME ON BITCH!”
He held my head still and started to roughly fuck my mouth and throat.
I’ve been sucking cock since I was 16 (34, now), so I know how to open my throat and take a pounding. Still, I played it up for my new, gay friend, making sure to fill the room with grunts and groans, as well as the occasional “gag”.
I was alternatingly pulling my nipples, sucking hard, and working my tongue when Lee groaned out “Ohh...I’m almost there...”
He pulled my hair, trying to get me off his cock. Instead, I grabbed both of his hips firmly, keeping him impaled in my mouth, stepping up the suction as well.
Within seconds, I felt the first blast pop into my mouth, followed by an exploding second. I swallowed before pulling off him and letting the third, fourth and fifth, splash my face, chin and drip down onto my exposed breasts.
The sixth was not much more than a dribble, followed by a seventh, barely discernible. I lowered my head and drew him back into my mouth, softly draining the remnants from him before he got too sensitive.
He released my hair, arms falling to his side.
Popping him loose, I leaned back, looking up at him. Eyes closed, his breath was a slow pant.
“How’d I do?”
“Wow. Almost as good as a guy.”
Our “afterglow” was interrupted by the ringing phone. Startled, Lee jumped up, pulling his shorts up with him, he ran to the bar.
“Yea, yea, yea, I know, yea, oh yea! Ok. See you soon.”
I had walked back to the bar, blouse still open, tits swinging. A few droplets of cum had started to run down towards my nipples.
“Boss. You gotta go.” He grabbed a beer from the cooler, offering it to me without opening.
“Wash down the taste?”
I licked my lips and shook my head “no”.
“You’re call, honey.”
“I’ll let myself out.”
Lee almost ran behind me, putting his arm between me and the door.
“Sugar, with lips like yours, you should show up on a Friday night. Who knows…maybe some of the wannabe fag-boys that come in here will want lessons.”
“Thanks, sweetie, its been a hoot.”
I tiptoed to his cheek, giving it a slight kiss, all the time aware of the cum still on my chin.
Lee unlocked the door, pushing it open. As I walked out, I heard a “whirring” sound, and looking over my shoulder, saw a security camera moving. A red-light shone from the bottom.
I laughed. Ok you naughty boy.”
Lee blushed, pushing me out the rest of the door and quickly closing it.
“I don’t think I need to come back for lessons, I think you’ve got the video,” I shouted through the closed door.
I drove home, top still open and my breasts out. The taste of cum still present and caking on my chest.
As soon as I was home, I stripped and climbed into bed. Reaching into the nightstand, I grabbed a random vibrator, and still tasting my gay friend, proceed to fuck myself to a frenzy.
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