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I'm Here For The Sluts

 
 
 A small portion of incident light
 shown across the room, mostly  
black with colors that fade,
 to deep purple.  
The aroma of sex was heavy,
the smell of bitch in heat
 hardened  my nipples.    
    
Without panties,  I could feel  
my box getting moist as I
walked  to the bar.    
I took a seat, next to a beautiful  
man with his cock in his hand,  
firmly stroking as he watched,  
a couple fucking madly on
 stage, along with two gorgeous
women slathered in oil, doing
a scissor  fuck on the side    
    
Turning my bar stool towards
 the tattooed man next to me,  
I smiled , stood up, dropped my
 skirt, and straddled him for a  
quick ride    
Mmmm,  hard as thick fucken
steel he was    
    
Supports on the legs of
the stool, were perfect height
 for a full stroke, deep and
with force.    
Sloppy wet I became, as he
grabbed my ass and helped
to lengthen the stroke  
His fingers into my pussy,
he spread me wide,  as I
 continued  to pummel him.    
    
Laying me out on to the bar,  
he devoured me,  sucking my  
labia in and out of his mouth,  
nibbling on my clit with his
 teeth,   and his thumb
 in my ass.      
    
He pulls me up to meet him,  
 kissing my neck then biting
my  bottom lip as he began
 a relentless finger bang    
My legs on his shoulders his
hand  buried deep inside.    
    
Sounds from the room became  
quiet,  but I didn't care, I revelled
 in the joy I was receiving from  
this giant of a man.    
Cumming was continuous,
as I  soaked the top of the bar    
Opening my eyes, I  see half  
the bar standing around us with  
cocks in hand others down throats.    
    
Seems as though we were the  
show for the evening    
" Bartender could I have a
 towel please"?    
"Drinks all around on me"  
 says the beautiful tattooed man  
as he smiled and asked  
"so what's your name"?
Written by soara (BloodRayne)
Published | Edited 13th Jul 2020
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