The Amazing Short-Dicked Man - Sex Stories

The Amazing Short-Dicked Man

... worse.

The very next evening, Mel came back into the bar, dressed to nines again, mini-skirt and all--but this time in a different color combination. She was wearing a dark-blue tube top and a light green mini-skirt with sheer black pantyhose and open-toed bright-blue, plastic, designer-looking sandals.

Mel waved to me when she saw me from across the room, as she was walking into the bar to sit down on what had become her favorite bar stool.

And naturally, I immediately went over to her, put my arms around her, and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

"How are you doing, Henry?" Snow asked. "I hope you're still not mad at me for last night. I didn't mean for things to go quite that far with Sal, but it just kind of happened."

"I was okay with all of it--except for the kissing part. I thought you said that kissing you on the lips was off-limits to your customers."

"It is. But Sal's not one of my customers, remember? And my heart went out to that poor man when I heard his story about his wife being frigid, and him hanging in there with her all those years, because he loved her. And I wanted him to experience just a few more precious moments of that same kind of passionate love that his wife unselfishly gave him. I can't even imagine what it would be like for me to have sex with someone over the course of all those decades, and not be able to orgasm and thoroughly enjoy the sex itself. That woman was a saint!"

"Well, when you put it that way, I can definitely ...

... understand why you felt justified with going ahead and kissing Sal like that."

"So then, are you ready for Round 2 with Walt?"

"As ready as I'll ever be, I guess. We'll just have to wait and see how things go."

"Yes, we will, won't we." Snow said with a devilish grin on her face.

After ordering her usual mixed drink, a Long Island Iced Tea, Snow leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Now, don't you wimp out on me tonight with Walt. There's way too much money on the line. You've got to cooperate with Walt completely if you want us to get paid. That means no more of this 'shy guy' crap when it comes to taking off your clothes in front of him. You do understand that, right?"

And I whispered back into her ear, "Yes. And I'm finally psyched up and ready to take the plunge."

She whispered back in my ear, "Well, I sure hope so. 'Cuz I'd hate to lose an awesome client and benefactor like Walt. He doesn't come into town that often, but when he does, he always hires me for at least one night, if not more. So don't fuck up, okay?" Snow said to me, and then gave me a slow, sexy lick with her tongue up the side of my neck, just moments before Walt walked into the bar.

"Well hello, party animals," Walt greeted us with a warm smile. "Why don't we have a few drinks, just to loosen up a little bit, before we get this show on the road?"

"Are you buying?" Snow asked coyly.

"You know I am, baby," Walt answered back. Then he looked over at the bartender and said to her, ...