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That Smell (collaboration with Tornado)

I think the bartender sensed why I was there
as he poured me two shots while ogling my pair

The whiskey felt good on the back of my throat
this was better than being home rowing my own boat

I ordered a full bottle of Jack
made my way to the jukebox in the back

Suddenly there was a hand up my skirt
no surprise, the bartender, what a jerk

Palm cupping my crotch he whispered in my ear
"Honey I have a room out back or we can do it right here."

Never having been one to turn down such flowing prose
I slid his finger out and smeared it cross his nose

Saying, I like a little music along with my whiskey
and sailor, you've caught me feeling quite frisky.

Let's say I drop some change into this slot
and then you fill my slit with whatever you've got.

Maybe he was expecting a struggle, not someone taking charge
for when I eyed his crotch, he didn't look very large

I turned and faced the music, bending over in a hustle
saying, Come on darling, time for you  to use some muscle

I stuffed some money in the slot, searching for a plan
finally finding Jim, give me some of that Back Door Man!

I was wiggling my pretty ass getting all worked up for some fun
but when I looked back, his pants were wet, he had already cum

Shit! I screamed, What the hell you dumb fuck!
while he just stood there completely thunderstruck

In the middle of my rant I felt that whiskey bottle in my hand
one swing and down went that bartender man

Just a big stupid lump with blood all round his head
and if he hadn't moaned, I would have thought him dead

I could have had this man whistling a different tune
but these stars around his head, make him look like a buffoon.

So I straddled that lump and yanked him up by his hair
his head just hung there, all he could do was stare

Parting my smooth shaved lips, sliding them down his nose
I don't know if he passed out but I saw his eyes slowly close

Squatting down real close, I whispered to him lying on the floor
Smell that? That's the pussy you'll never ever have and it's walking out the door!
Written by socialbutterfly
Published | Edited 17th Nov 2012
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