Behind the Bar

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September 2, 2006

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She was a good girl and couldn't hold as much liquor as me, but that didn't stop me from getting too drunk and amorous, putting the moves on her right at the bar. I was surprised then when she put her hand on my chest and easily pushed me back and looked at me with a wicked smile.

"So you want to play?"

"Damned right," I said. "That's exactly what I want."

Her eyes glowed. "Then follow me."

She steered me towards the back door, and suddenly I was out in the alley behind the bar. When I turned to ask her what was going on, she pushed me up against the brick wall, pressed herself against me, kissing me hard as her hand went to my cock. The kiss shut me up as she yanked at my belt and quickly got my pants open.

Before I could object she had my cock out and was beating me off as she pressed her big tits into my chest and sucked my tongue. I was so astonished that all I could do was stand there like a dummy and moan as she worked me off like I was some bathroom soap dispenser. I was sure someone would walk out of the bar and find me with my shorts around my thighs, but I was helpless.

"Spill it, baby," she whispered, rubbing the head of my cock against her skirt. "Come on, stud, let me have it!"

I felt like a dummy, like some adolescent in her little hands, but I couldn't stop. It drove me crazy the way she handled me, a guy twice her size, and I arched my back and growled as I began to come.

She stepped back and aimed my dick up so the come arced under the streetlights and splattered onto the alley three feet away, then bent over and pumped me till my cream was dripping from her knuckles.

She got up, wiped her hand on my jacket, and gave me that same grin, then walked back into the bar, leaving me to wonder what the hell had happened. I never saw her again.

Posted by rabbit at September 2, 2006 2:38 AM

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