The Back Room of the Bar - Sex Stories

The Back Room of the Bar

... board to get to it. It was out of the way and the band drowned out any amount of noise you made back there. It was 11 o’clock. I left the lights out as planned. I lifted my dress and gave my pussy a good rubbing. A little tug on the lips, then some clit, back to the lips. I wiped my juices all around. I was excited, I had a good flow going. I bent over the chair just a couple minutes before the door opened. As he continued to thrust I thought of the pain versus pleasure debate. He was hitting my cervix regularly, but the amount of skin rubbing back and forth across my g spot was incredible. He wasn’t rock hard, but his warmth felt so good. I felt like I was being impaled. I imagined my feet dangling above the floor as he raised my torso up to sit against his with only his cock as my support. He slowed and I got to enjoy his length with intoxicating pleasure. I had to maintain though, because, well who was this?!? I hadn’t realized I offered no verbal debate or inquisitiveness. I let him in and now what? My mind flooded with orgasm. My moaning and grunting was doing nothing but offering affirmation for a continued pounding. I was a little nervous, but nothing rough was taking place aside from some squeezed ass cheeks. Without thought I began thrusting back against him. Our skin was slapping with each pump. He reached around my chest and pulled my tits out. At first he cupped them and continued to pump me. I snorted as I struggled to keep my breath. That made me lose all ...

... inhibitions. Out came the dirty talk, “Kill that cunt” I grunted. He grabbed my nipples and pulled hard. He pinched them and yanked straight down and continued as he breathed heavier. I continued snorting, I don’t know what came over me. I was a fuck pig slut. He finally pushed one final time into my cervix as hard as he could, I yelped. He came, I could feel it. It was warm. I could feel it stay deep in me. I took a deep breath. As I exhaled, he grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around quickly shoving me out the door. “Shit!” I quickly shoved my tits back in my bra and tried to collect myself. People were playing pool and throwing darts, but the band kept most of the sound washed out. I tried to walk casually past everyone and go the the bathroom. I could barely walk. My legs were quivering, I was still out of breath, I was sweating. I sat on the toilet, but nothing came out. “Damnit!” I tried to hurry back downstairs. I found my purse and phone still sitting at the bar. I grabbed my phone to check the time; where was my husband? I missed one text, “running late, game in overtime”. Patrick eventually showed up. His first question was “what’s in your hair?” Apparently he had found the missing cum shot from my friend from earlier. I asked if he sent a friend to keep me company while he ran late. “No, why?”, he asked. “A girl gets lonely”, I replied. “Still want to fuck?”, he continued. “Let’s wait a while”, I said. “I need a break”, I smiled and turned away as he furrowed his ...