The Back Room of the Bar - Sex Stories

The Back Room of the Bar

“Oh my God!” That was all could think. He put his entire cock in me on the first thrust. I was wet, I had been anticipating this little tryst. But still I was taken aback as my vaginal canal completely filled with warm flesh. The head was stubby with a wide rim, enough such that you could feel it. His girth was average, not too big. It was the length that told the story. It was clear from the first thrust that my cervix would be involved in this hookup. He either had to step forward with each pump or bend awkwardly at the waist to push his dick in me completely. No time was wasted. No foreplay was afforded either of us. I had planned this quickie so it was all work, which in my mind equaled all play. Large hands grabbed my ass cheeks as if pinching fistfuls of flesh. The unfamiliar paws plus the womb wounding length of cock made this fact palpable; this was not my husband. I had told my husband, Patrick to meet me at Zebos. I knew he was hooking up with friends to watch the basketball game, but we could connect later. I have no interest in sports. I entertain myself by playing mind games with others. So I knew I would be distracting to him and his friends and we went out separately earlier in the evening expecting to connect with each other later. Before he left, I gave him a sloppy blowjob. I love giving head. I learned that making eye contact had a profound effect on men when sucking dick. I kept my eyes locked on his. I barely blinked. I like to think I fuck with my eyes ...

... as well as my mouth when giving head. I let plenty of spit fall from my lips. I made quite the mess, but never broke eye contact. I would deep throat and get that thick saliva from the back of my mouth, then lick his shaft longways letting my spit cover my chin, his cock, my hand. I took my right hand and pushed him against the wall and stroked him to orgasm with my left. I took his cum in my mouth until he was empty. I stood up, never losing eye contact. I let his cum dribble over my lip, down my chin, and string down onto my tits. I look at porn often and I was just as hot as any whore I’d seen online. I learned what to do and how to do it. Now I’m proud of my inner whore. I let her out often. With cum from my lip to my navel, I told him, “I want this cum in my cunt tonight. Watch your phone. I’ll give you directions.” He left. Off to enjoy sports and beer with the guys. My man was satisfied. I knew a good way for us to hook up later, but didn’t want to seem eager so I waited to send him directions. I focused and got myself together. Took a shower, let my hair dry, my nails still looked good and I had shaved the day before. I knew I would have time to kill before we hooked up, so I dressed to impress. Who? Well everyone of course! Tonight would be panty free. I pulled on some lavender pantyhose I had removed the crotch from. I do that with most of my hosiery. With my sexual appetite and desire for public promiscuity, it is just easier to have instant access. Plus, it just ...