As promised, sexy fiction time

My prick

I’d probably had too much to drink. She’d probably had too much to drink as well. Maybe it was that thought that comforted me as she spread her legs in front of me. She could only have been eighteen, and maybe it was that thought that excited me as she spread her legs in front of me.

It was late, it was a Tuesday, and we were the only two people left in the bar. She was the waitress, or bartender if you wish to remain politically correct.

“Do you mind if I have another drink,” I’d asked, and for some reason she’d agreed. I don’t know, maybe older guys were her thing; and maybe younger girls were my thing. That would explain how I could forget about my wife back home for the three hours it took me to jackhammer the bitch.

“Does it hurt?” I’d asked, in reference to the lip ring that she’d been tonguing since we were alone.

“Not really,” she’d replied, “Not as much as the one that’s tickling my minge right now.”

My prick leapt to attention, as she smiled at me in a practiced and seductive way.

“Is that one as big,” I asked.

“As big as what?”

“The one in your mouth.”

“Oh,” she leaned over and rubbed my knee, then my thigh, then my cock, “are you wondering which one is going to hurt your little friend here the most?”

“It had crossed my mind.”

“Well let’s find out,” she giggled immaturely, as someone inexperienced should be expected to do. But then she pulled my trousers down and revealed the monster beast, fast approaching full erection, and I could no longer consider her inexperienced at all.

This was the last time that I thought about my wife all night, apart from in comparison of course. My wife prefers a gentler approach to sucking a dick, while this slut couldn’t wait to test her deep throat technique, immediately force-feeding herself the 9 inch’s of dong. Not letting this distract me from my number one purpose of getting pissed I continued to drink the bottle of whisky she’d left on the bar, convincing myself that even if the sex was bad at least I got some free booze out of it. She didn’t react well to this at all though, and in the same way that watching Tv during oral pisses the wife off, apparently getting drunk on the job is also frowned upon. Pretty badly it seems, for the bitch had a little bite on my throbbing knob, and seemingly adamant to destroy the mood I slapped her in the face; first with my hand and then, when she got back on her knees and mouthed off at me, with my rapidly shrinking cock. After a few more bouts of cock tennis my dick rose again to it’s full reach, and she continued to suck on, after learning a little bit of respect and the rules of no biting.

Well, by this point my cock was throbbing at capacity, and the big pink vein in the middle looked like it was going to burst and splatter all over her face; not till later, I remember thinking, as I lifted her up off her knees and bent her over the bar, giving her the rowdiest butt-fucking that she could ever have had. Though tight at first, her ass soon became a gaping hole with which I could ease my cock into easily. She groaned with pleasure, or maybe pain, and in the indecision I decided to ride her harder, so I slipped my cock out of her as and into her minge, which was dripping wet from where she’d been fingering herself, or maybe from her last late night customer.

“You enjoying this?” I asked, whilst spitting on her like the trash she is.

“I’ve had better,” she smirked, spitting down on my cock to increase lubrication; not needed of course, as her fanny was as loose as Britney Spears on a hen weekend.

“Really,” I asked, and then decided that this silly bitch needed the special treatment, if only to prove her a lesson in good fucking.

So that was it, my dick was in her fanny, and I psyched myself up. And then it was jackhammer time.

“Qqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqwwwwwwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssssssssssssdddddddddddddddddddddfxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvbvvyyyyyyyyyyyyyyjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhyyyyyyyuuuuuuuuu,” was the sound of her orgasm, started three minutes in and sustained for the next two hours and fifty-seven minutes, when she begged me to stop; which I did, deciding to be a gentleman.

Of course I needed to finish myself off, so I frantically wanked for forty seconds or so until, with the magic touch, my cock exploded with cum which, because of the specific aim and a relentless talent, covered both her tits and all of her face.

Then I went home and fucked my wife.