Going With The Flo - Sex Stories

Going With The Flo

... owner returning from the shop with a large pack of food and a pork chop-shaped parcel.

Flora walked to the front of the bar, shuffling up her skirt, jumped onto the bar top and began pulling off her delicate lace underwear.

“Are you mental?” questioned Jonah.

“You’re the one passing up this pussy, Babycakes,” replied Flora.

She threw her knickers to George, who looked to Jonah either for salvation or mercy.

She lay back, spread her labia, and began easing the cucumber into her pussy.

“Oh fuck,” she groaned.

The door of the bar opened, and two middle-aged women walked in and stopped dead. They looked exactly how you would expect two prim, middle-aged women to look as they walked into a bar and found a half-naked woman stuffing a vegetable into her vagina. The promptly exited mumbling something about a booking elsewhere.

Flora was so horny and wet that the cucumber slid easily in, and she hummed in delight as she felt the thick shaft open her pussy and fill her vagina. She began sliding it in and out of herself, moaning loudly. She looked over at Jonah.

“This could’ve, huh, been you, huh, but you’re, huh, less horny, huh, than this cucumber.”

Flora smirked to herself. The look on Jonah’s face had changed.

“George, get out,” stated Jonah blankly.

“But I’m enjoying this,” replied George.

“George, get out, or I’m locking you in the kitchen with Martin.”

George huffed, got to his feet.

“Would you like your underwear back, miss?” asked ...

... George.

“You, huh, keep them, darling,” answered Flora with a wink and then let her head loll backwards in pleasure as she continued to masturbate with the cucumber.

As slowly as he could, George ambled to the door not taking his eyes off of Flora’s cucumber filled pussy, bumping into two tables as he left.

Jonah locked the door behind him and turned back towards Flora.

He saw the regular at the fruit machine trying to hide by the side to stay and watch.

“Absolutely not, Stanley, fuck off.”

He grabbed Stanley by the arm, opened the door, pushed him out, and re-closed the door. He turned back to his vegetable-filled friend and walked towards her.

“Take that cucumber out,” he ordered.

“But then it’s a waste of food, baby,” teased Flora, still thrusting the thick green vegetable in and out of her vagina.

“Fuck sake, Flo,” grumbled Jonah.

He grabbed the cucumber, pulled it out of Flora, making her gasp and squeal. He held it up, took a huge bite, and then threw it away across the bar. He opened his jeans and pulled out his impressive, very erect penis. He grabbed Flora’s legs and pulled her to the edge of the bar.

He stood on tiptoes but couldn’t quite reach her. He strained and pushed his tip towards her sodden, open pussy, but she wasn’t close enough.

“For God’s sake, Jonah, I’m going to go and get the cucumber again,” said Flora.

“Shut your face, Flo,” he replied smirking, and he mounted the bar, got between her legs, and said, “you are a ...