Christmas Day - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Christmas Day - Part 2

... my flea-bag motel. Randy said good night, paid his bill, and left. I was sitting alone when another gentleman from the bar approached me. He was young, maybe thirty, and damn good-looking. He sat next to me and told the bartender to pour whatever I wanted and to pour him the same thing. Another double Jack Daniels made me feel very warm inside.

Unlike Randy, he didn’t tell me his name. I didn’t care. He didn’t say much. I knocked down half my drink when he finally spoke. This kid got right to the point. He looked me right in the eyes and asked how much for a blowjob? I smiled and immediately thought about being mistaken for a prostitute twice that afternoon. Without missing a beat I told him forty dollars; fifty if he wanted me to swallow. This asshole started to negotiate with me! I told him to forget it, I wasn’t interested. He quickly changed his tune and agreed to the original price of forty. I guess I would be spitting.

I downed the rest of my drink and asked him where. He told me to meet him in his car. It was an old four-door blue Dodge Dynasty. It had to be thirty-five years old, a real piece of shit. It never occurred to me to get the money upfront. I didn’t know if he had it. It didn’t matter. If he only knew I was an attorney and a woman of means, he would faint. I was looking for some excitement and I think I may have found it.

He opened the back door to let me in. He was sitting in the back seat, his pants down around his knees waiting for me to service ...

... him. When I saw his dick, I almost laughed. It was the smallest little cock I’ve ever seen. I took it in my fingers and started to stroke him, hoping I could get it to flourish. He was hard, just very small. I bowed into his lap, taking his entire dick in my mouth. I can honestly say that I felt sorry for this guy. If he wanted to fuck me, I’m not sure he could satisfy me.

As I was going down on him, he held the back of my head, guiding me; his hips started a thrusting motion. His head went back and he let out a low moan. It only took about two minutes for him to spew in my mouth. His body went limp as I drained every last drop out of him. He leaned down, pulled up his pants, reached into his pocket, and pulled out two twenty-dollar bills. I swallowed his cum and told him Merry Christmas. I didn’t take his money. I opened the door, stepped out of the old car, and went back to the bar.

With the taste of cum in my mouth, I was feeling mischievous. I had a few ideas brewing in my head. The bartender was surprised to see me walk in. Before I could even say anything, he had a double Jack Daniels on the bar at my old seat. He looked at me wondering what I was all about. I’m sure he thought I was a hooker. If he did, he never let on. I did nothing to discourage that. As I sat sipping my whiskey I was thinking about the two men that fucked me in the sleeper berth of a big rig earlier in the day.

After five glasses of whiskey, I was ready for some excitement. The restaurant ...