Bag my head and Fuck me! - Sex Stories

Bag my head and Fuck me!

... rack, practically aching to break free of the thin nylon draped over them but barely covering their size and shape. "God it would be so easy to just put my hand right in there!" said Tim, while the others continued to stare. "They can't be real!" "Real or not, that is fucking spectacular! It's like I'm staring at a A-list porn star or something!" said Craig while rocking forward on his chair in excitement. As the boys carried on, Dave nudged Craig again and pointed something out. "See what's happening?" At the bar, two men that, just a moment ago were more than eager to chat up this hottie, had backed away and cleared the area quickly. They took up residence on the far end of the bar near the entrance, both bearing and an expression of horror on their faces. "What the fuck just happened?" asked Craig, while turning towards Dave for an explanation. Dave had already scoped the situation and let Craig and the rest of the boys in on the secret. While the chaos of both shock and intrigue was permeating the table, the boys' starlet had turned back towards the bar and dropped her head forward, placing it in both her hands. Dave got up from where he was sitting, put one hand on Craig's should, then said, "Ok, I got this. Keep everyone here at the table." The others did as Craig instructed and watched Dave make his way over to the bar. They had no idea what was going to happen next, but prayed that he was going to pull this off. He approached her from behind and wedged his way ...

... forward, nudging the small crowd that had filled in the former vacant space near her, aside. He positioned himself next to her at the bar and said, "Hey. I'm Dave." With her head still in her hands, she motioned him away. But Dave wasn't deterred. "You wanna tell me about it?" She lifted her head and turned towards him while saying nothing. She'd seen every horrid facial expression stare back at her since the accident happened, and had no doubt she was going to see it again. But when she looked up at him, she was amazing to see nothing of the sort. He just looked at her with an inquisitive, yet wry smile on his face. She was too stunned to speak so Dave asked, "How about telling me your name?" "Amanda..." The boys at the table had no idea what Dave was doing. They sat there for a while and watched intently as time passed quickly. Dave glanced back at them a couple times and Amanda did the same. "What the hell is he doing?" asked Mitch, who was ready to make his next run to the bar, but was being held in place in his seat by Tim. "Just wait," he said. "You can go up there when he's done." Dave continued his conversation with Amanda. She'd already told him about the accident and was now explaining how life was never the same after. "I've been getting out, trying to different bars, never going back to any one. My friends won't take me with them anymore so I'm on my own... And I haven't been fucked since it happened." There was no need for Dave do anything save listen. He knew what he ...