Bag my head and Fuck me! - Sex Stories

Bag my head and Fuck me!

To his friends, Dave was the ultimate wingman. They could always count on him to jump right into any situation where separating the hot chic from her posse was mandatory. He was the guy that was called on to distract the concerned, match wits with the determined, pander to the unruly, placate the hideous, and jump on any grenade thrown in their direction. Dave did his job well and always did it with a smile on his face. For him, not only was it about honor, it was about sex—lots of sex. Dave didn't care who or what he fucked. He was purely driven by the desire to get off. And if he could help his boys out while fulfilling his own desires, that was a win for everyone. He'd screwed girls none of the others would have touched with a ten-foot pole. From the unsightly, to the handicapped, to the beastly, and even a few trips to the glory hole, Dave was always willing to dip his dick into unchartered waters. But on this night, shortly after entering a seedy, smoke filled, hole-in-the-wall club on 15th and doing his recon at the bar, Dave made the decision that tonight, his guys were going to be on their own. While the others grabbed a table and sent their beer boy Mitch to the bar to grab the first round, Dave worked his way back through the maze of unoccupied short tables and flimsy wicker chairs, and pulled up a seat next to Craig, the alpha male of this crew of dogs. As he sat down, he jabbed an elbow into his buddy's side and said, "Hey dude. Check it out," while lifting his ...

... chin up and forward, in the direction of the bar. Craig didn't need any further hint because he spotted her immediately, as did the others in the pack. As soon as they saw the two of them staring, they turned their heads towards the bar in unison and focused. They were twenty feet from it and through the soft neon purple and bluish tint of the room, and through the stale, smoky haze surrounding them, they had no doubt that they had come upon the ultimate fantasy woman. After four years of frequenting college bars, frat houses, neighborhood pubs and taverns, hooking up with sorority girls, young professionals, locals, and even a few MILFs, the boys had finally laid eyes on the ultimate. Wide-eyed, and with their mouths gaped, they watched her. At first, she faced the bar, and was turned away from them. She was wearing a slinky, strapless evening dress that exposed her back and covered only her firm yet curvy ass and the very top of her thighs. Her stiletto heels were garnished with sparkles, and glowed eerily in the lighting, in high contrast with the darkness of the floor. Her bouncy, light colored hair blew lightly off her shoulders, as fans fastened above the bar spun briskly to circulate the air, and added to her allure. The boys were astounded at what they were seeing, and when she turned to face the two men standing next to her, Tim, the one sitting next to Craig, almost fell over backwards in his chair. In profile, the boys could see her double-D sized yet very perky ...