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There was a single bartender, a lone drinker at the
bar about mid 30's and two young men at a table towards the back.
The place was relatively quiet except for the juke box playing old 60's
and 70's R&B tunes. James Brown, Otis Redding, Marvin Gaye, Aretha Franklin, Percy Sledge.
She pulled up to the bar, took off her coat laying it
over a bar stool, the water dripping out of its fibers onto the floor
in large drops like atom bombs.
Ordering a gin and tonic she noticed her blouse was transparent
from the rain. Her nipples hardened, pink through her white blouse, protruded
out. She rarely wore a bra.
As the bartender slid her her drink she noticed his eyes
lying on her breasts. And when she reached forward for the drink she felt
how they briefly rested upon the edge of the bar. He swallowed.
In the mirror behind him she noticed how they all looked at her. Glancing
at her. Taking her into their minds. Sizing her up for their fantasies.
Collecting the images of her bare legs, of her shoulders and back, her
hands, how her hair hung wet against her neck.
She began to feel the weight of their eyes move along
her thighs, her hips, down between her legs. She grew warm there. Though
her skin remained cool and sensitive from the wet clothing. Then without
much thought she undid a button then another on her blouse.
The room took notice and for a moment everyone held their
breaths.
She held a thought in her mind for a moment. Then she became it. Turning
her stool around she opened her legs and very calmly faced and looked
at them all one by one. A smile crept on her lips. Then she leaned back
against the bar and waited.
Slowly and apprehensively one rose from the back and
went over to her resting a hand on her leg, cautiously pulling up her
skirt. Then another came forward until all the men had surrounded
her. Each caressing and slowly undressing her. Removing her blouse, pulling
down her skirt, her panties.
Two men each sucked on her breasts, fondling, pulling at her nipples,
teasing them with their tongues. One man buried his head between her legs
and tasted her. Another kissed her. Taking her tongue in his mouth and
giving her his. He pulled out his hard cock and guided her hand to it.
The
bartender pulled out a bottle of wine, uncorked it, and then poured it
down between her breasts and into her mouth. Every man drinking it off
her body, licking the small beads left on her pubic hair. They stood naked
in front of her now. All hard with desire. With lust.
They pulled her to the ground on her knees and circled her. She took hold
of them with hands and mouth. Sucking one off then another. Tasting their
cocks. Jerking off two while one was in her mouth.
Someone grabbed
her by the hair and fucked her mouth good. Sliding their cock down the
back of her throat. She rose up, lifting her ass into the air and let
one slide into her wet pussy. He fucked her while she sucked cock after
cock. And when he came another took his place.
She had always
fantasized about being with more than one man. In college she had seen
her roommate having sex with two guys and was excited by it.
She watched
them without their knowing and masturbated to the groans of her roommate
as the guys fucked her simultaneously. She watched how her roommate straddled
one and leaning forward enough so that the other guy was able to come
behind her and enter her.
But she never
experimented much in college, sticking to her studies, later on she had
always thought about the missed opportunities of those years.
Now, one of them before sliding into her stuck his tongue into her ass
and she loved it. How it explored her. The wetness of his tongue, its
warmth and odd texture. He licked her for a while before he slowly slid
his member into her ass and fucked her slow.
She was tight
there. She loved his deep moans. It made her crazy to hear him in such
pleasure. And when he came in her ass, the throbbing of his cock and sudden
heat of his cum shot a jolt of lightening through her and she came in
a violent shudder collapsing on the ground.
They rested their in the middle of the bar, hearing the sounds of the
storm dissipate and finally pass. She dressed herself. Never saying anything.
Gave a smile and a look to the bartender and left out the door.
Into the
city that now came back alive with the sounds of traffic and people scurrying
about.
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