I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry - Sex Stories

I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry

... them.

They just laughed feeling the adrenalin rush of the risky behavior and the effects of the booze.

"Come with me," she said. "I know a place we can go."

She pulled him into a washroom, pulled one of the stalls open with her foot and pushed him in locking the door behind her. He forced her back up against the stall door and running one hand through her hair, he licked up her neck, over her chin and kissed her lips and she greedily sucked his tongue into her mouth. He pulled up her dress and bunched it up around her waist and shoved his hand roughly down the back of her panties, pushing them down over her ass. She fumbled with his jeans and pushed them down so his cock sprung free and she clutched it in her hand, pulling on it roughly.

He gripped her ass with both hands, pushed his fingers into her crack, and growled in her ear,

"Is this what you want? Huh? To get fucked in a dirty bathroom stall?"

He bent his knees slightly, placed his cock against her opening, feeling her wetness and rammed it in her slick pussy. She gasped because of his girth and the violence he exerted to enter her. She wrapped both arms around his neck and buried her face in his chest and hung on to him as he roughly pumped his cock in and out of her. He almost lifted her off the floor with every stroke and she was fighting to slow him down. She tried to back up a little to ease the force with which he was pounding her but she felt the cold metal of the door on her bare ass ...

... and she realized she had nowhere to go.

His breathing became raspy and short. He was pulling on her hair, biting her neck, grunting in her ear and relentlessly driving his cock into her swollen pussy.

Then it was over. He let his cock fall out of her and felt his seed come after it. She kept him close not wanting to look at him, feeling the change in his mood.

He kissed her roughly, whispered something she did not understand and then released her from his hold. She took some toilet paper and wiped his cum from her thighs and pulled up her panties and rolled down her skirt. He buttoned up his jeans and passed his hand over his face to rub the sweat from his eyes.

"You OK?" he asked, not looking at her.

She felt instantly vulnerable and exposed. She raked her hands through her hair and straightened herself as best she could within the confines of the stall.

"You were pretty rough with me. I got scared for a minute 'cause I thought you were losing control. Are you ok?"

"Let's go have another drink," was all he said.

"Sure," she said, with some apprehension.

They went back into the bar and he belted back a few more Double Jacks and she matched him drink for drink. He kissed her between shots and grabbed her ass, pulling her in closer. They were acting recklessly and provocatively in full view of everyone.

The bartender warned them again, and they settled up and left the bar.

"I haven't got a place," he lied. "So, we will have to go to yours. ...