B en, the cleaning man, had been complaining about finding an inordinate amount of condoms in the small cubby area behind the restrooms. He’d asked me to keep an eye out and ban anyone caught having sex back there.
“The things they do in this bar are indecent. It’s so crude the way they drop used condoms on the floor. It’s only a matter of time before this place gets shut down,” Ben cautioned with a furrowed brow and a wagging finger. “You should patrol that area several times throughout the night.”
Ben’s warning had gone in one ear and out the other. After getting my dick sucked in the bathroom, I was no model of decent behavior. I damn sure wasn’t going to start policing the place, searching for whom was fucking whom in the shadows.
The bar was busy, and I’d been holding my piss for an eternity. Rushing to the restroom, I saw a flutter of movement in a far corner. Somebody was getting in a quickie between drinks. I laughed to myself and continued inside the restroom, unzipping my pants and yanking out my
dick as I hurried toward the urinal. After relieving myself, I figured I should say something to the copulating couple. If I didn’t want to hear Ben’s complaining about used condoms, the least I could do was urge the patrons to be responsible and dispose of their condoms in a trash receptacle.
I eased up on the pair and saw a woman’s shapely, round ass gyrating slowly. A pair of jeans hung at her ankles, dragging the floor. Intertwined with the jeans were white lace panties. Her long, chestnut hair fell around her shoulders, obscuring her face. Her glossy, dark hair bounced against her tanned skin as she worked her softly curved body.
I couldn’t see the guy who was banging her, and when I heard soft moans emanating from the person who was backed into the corner, I lifted a brow. Was she getting banged by a man or was she freaking another woman? Though my brain couldn’t quite process what was going on, my dick didn’t require specific details. Responding to the soft, feminine moans and the sensual roll of womanly hips, my dick stiffened immediately.
After a closer look, I realized that two women were in the comer, kissing and bumping pussies. The imagery was highly erotic, and I stood there leering at them. Aching to get in on the action, my dick fattened up like it had been injected with steroids.
The dominant chick...the one that was pumping like she possessed a dick, looked over her shoulder and smiled
at me. I remembered her pretty smile. I’d served her 100 Proof, Old Grand-Dad earlier tonight. It had seemed odd for a fresh-faced, young woman to order a glass of strong whiskey, which she drank straight.
Her-thinly strapped, red top showed off her toned upper body but concealed her tits. From what I could see, the rest of her body was slim but curvaceous.
“Wanna join us?” she asked, her hazel-green eyes glimmering with mischief.
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“Don’t stop,” her parmer, a blonde with a more athletic build, urged breathily as she pulled the slender brunette closer. The top of her dress hung to her waist, exposing her boobs. Her areolas were quite large with plump nipples in the center. Breast size had never mattered to me, but there was something about big-ass areolas and nipples that gave me a monstrous hard-on.
As badly as I wanted to get into the middle of that sex sandwich, I couldn’t. I had a bar full of thirsty people and a cash register filled with the owner’s money. I couldn’t recklessly fuck around on the job again.
“I’m busy right now, but I’m free after we close. Can we can get together later?” I said in a hopeful tone. I was damn near salivating as I imagined beating up the brunette’s pussy while I licked those saucer-sized areolas and sucked the protrusive nipples.
“You wanna get with him, babe?” the brunette asked the blonde.
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“I don’t mind,” the blonde murmured, groping for the other girl.
They went back to kissing and grinding, and I wrote my number on the back of an old business card that someone had given me. I dropped the card on top of her white lace panties and headed back to the bar.
I hoped the girls were serious about a threesome. Wild, uninhibited fucking with no strings attached was exactly what the doctor had ordered to take my mind off a certain, dark-skinned beauty who liked to play mind games.
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The brunette’s name was Michelle and she referred to the blonde as Blondie, so I called her Blondie, too. Michelle had requested that I bring some whiskey to the sex party. The liquor stores in Philadelphia were closed after I got off from work, and so I had to figure out a way to steal a bottle from the bar and sneak the liquor past pain-in-the ass Harvey’s prying eyes. It was no easy task, but I managed to hide away two small botdes, thanks to my camouflage pants with their deep pockets.
We got together at Blondie’s crib, a large, sparsely furnished apartment on Spruce Street, only a few blocks from The Dive.
“I haven’t been here long,” Blondie said, explaining the lack of furniture. There was only a futon in the bedroom, which wasn’t going to support the three of us, and so the girls spread a blanket and a sheet on the floor.
While Michelle uncapped one of the bottles of liquor I’d given her, I got busy pulling Blondie’s dress over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her tits, high and soft and with taut nipples were on display and waiting to be fondled. My mouth went straight to those nipples that were ripe with desire. I sucked the right one for a few moments and then hungrily switched to the left.
Hard as concrete, my dick was pushing and straining inside my pants, eager to be hberated. I took it out of bondage and guided Blondie’s hand downward. I let out a groan of pleasure the moment her soft hand touched my hot erection. Inside her palm, she lightly stroked my pulsing shaft and, with the same hand, she teased the sensitive head using circular motions with the pad of her thumb.
Pretty soon, she coaxed out a dab of pre-cum and began shining up my knob with the slippery substance. It felt so good, I squeezed my eyes shut and gritted my teeth, miable to concentrate on sucking Blondie’s plump breasts.
I opened my eyes and noticed Alichelle had been stripping out of her clothes. Naked, she sidled up to Blondie, caressing her face and kissing her neck. She did me a huge favor when she took over the titty-sucking aspect of the menage a trois. Now I could concentrate on the tingle and zings that rocketed through my body with each dick stroke. I was on fire and my dick had spurted out enough pre-cum to provide a substantial lubricant for the hand job Blondie was giving me.
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Seeing Michelle’s lips wrapped around Blondie’s fat tits was taking me close to the edge. I was grunting and the hand-fuck I was getting felt like I was penetrating a hot pussy.
After a while, the hand job was starting to get old, and I was ready to fuck one of the two girls. It didn’t matter which one. I grabbed the girl that was closest, and that turned out to be Michelle.
We’d all been standing, but I needed to be lying down or kneeling in order to fuck the way I wanted. I was ready to go hard—to be all up in it.
Blondie was making sexy little noises as Michelle lathered her nipples with her tongue. More than ready to slide into the tight clutch of warm pussy, I tugged Michelle’s wrist, trying to persuade her to disengage her lips from Blondie’s tits and drop down to the floor with me. But Michelle was attached to Blondie’s tits like a starving baby.
Making the best out of the situation, I eased my dick out of Blondie’s grasp and got down on the sheets and blanket and watched the two girls while jacking my dick. Blondie’s bright eyes gleamed with excitement as she watched me masmrbate. I thrust my dark, veiny erection in and out of my fist, flaunting it...enticing her with its sizeable length and width.
Blondie grasped Michelle by the shoulders, nudging her away as she followed me down to the floor. The patch of damp pubic hair let me know she was ready to
get banged with something more substantial than a clit. That pussy was craving some male meat. She pounced on top of me, reaching down and positioning my dick at the mouth of her pussy. She pushed down, taking in my throbbing erection until it was buried to the hilt. She slid up and down my pole, moaning and yelling almost hysterically.
I let her ride me like that for a while, but then I took control, I cinched her waist and proceeded to lift her up and down as I bucked upward, driving my dick in and out of her hole. Sweat was pouring off my face and running down into the crevices of my neck, and I’ll be damned if Blondie didn’t start lapping up the sweat. The chick was kinky as fuck, and I loved it. Feeling her tongue licking my sweaty neck took me to a new level of passion. I wanted to fuck her brains out like my dick was a power tool, but I began to slow it down, pulling my dick out slowly and then reentering her smoldering pussy with measured gyrations.
This brother was putting his thing down, and Blondie couldn’t handle it. She was throwing her head back, panting, moaning and starting to make those whimpering sounds along with a tantalizing, high-pitched, “Ohhh!”
She couldn’t help her loud reaction; I was killing the pussy.
Then she changed the game, and began to whisper provocative words in my ear. The freaky shit she was talking prompted my dick to thump and my body shud-
dered with arousal. I never thought that hearing racial slurs would bring out the freak in me. I guess I don’t know myself as well as I thought I did.
“You’re a black-ass Mandingo and I’m your white-bitch slave,” she moaned.
Damn! Okay, then. 1 can get down with that, I guess. She had taken “dirty talk” to a level that I was unfamiliar with. The way my dick was leaking semen as it pulsed and spazzed out of control, I had to assume that it enjoyed the sleazy, slave references.
“I only fuck black motherfuckers, but I like to eat white-girl pussy,” Blondie confessed.
“Damn, Blondie, baby.. .why don’t you eat black-girl pussy?” I asked in a husky, lustful voice, encouraging her to fuel my passion with more twisted, race talk.
“Michelle gets jealous every time I stick my tongue in black snatch.”
“Oh, okay,” I grunted, trying to sound understanding.
“But she likes to watch me eat out black girls whenever she gets drunk.”
This fuck-fest was amazing, and I was glad Michelle didn’t view me as a threat. I looked over at Michelle, wondering if she was drunk enough to let Blondie eat some African-American pussy. I could probably scroll through my phone and come up with a willing participant. Freaky chicks gave me their numbers on a daily basis at the bar, and I was sure quite a few of them would agree to getting some late-night head. My dick was
busting at the seams at the very thought of watching some multi-cultural, same-sex cunnilingus.
Michelle had been watching us and listening as she took swigs from the whiskey bottle. Aroused by the way her girl was getting dicked-down, Michelle moved toward us, swallowing liquor and rubbing her clit with every step she made.
I thought Michelle was going to join in, but instead, she remained a spectator, stuffing two fingers between her legs, attempting to bring herself to an orgasm. .
While Blondie rode me and spoke provocatively in my ear, my hand wandered over to Michelle, substituting her thin fingers with my thick, sturdy digit. I finger-fucked Michelle until she spread her legs wide, moaning while her pussy drippings splattered onto my hand.
Blondie pumped up and down for a while, but when she took notice of the pleasure I was giving Michelle, she grasped my wrist and pulled my finger out of Michelle’s hot pussy. Initially, I thought Blondie was being unreasonably jealous, but when she began to suck Michelle’s juices from my finger, it dawned on me that she was serious about loving white pussy.
Using my hand like a lifeless, sex utensil, she repeatedly stuffed my finger in and out of Michelle’s pussy, licking the cream from my finger and moaning, “Mmm,” as if Michelle’s pussy drippings tasted like melted candy.
Blondie’s freaky, pussy-eating activities had the potential of making me bust a premature nut. So, in an effort to
take her mind off of pussy and make sure she concentrated solely on my dick, I turned her over, pulled her to her hands and knees and plunged dick into her from behind.
Fucking Blondie doggy-style gave me a deeper thrust. My thrust was so deep, Blondie and I were both shouting obscenities that bordered on racial slurs. “Take all this big, black dick,” I heard myself demanding, caught up in the moment.
“I’m your cunt-whore; fuck me like I’m your white- trash, bitch-slave,” Blondie screamed, throwing the pussy at me so hard, I was practically delirious.
“Whoa. Calm down, Blondie,” I warned. “The shit you’re talking is about to make me skeet.”
At that point. I’d forgotten about Alichelle, but the sound of her chugging down liquor reminded me of her presence.
Blondie said she wanted me to splash her face with cum. Hearing those freaky words got the best of me; I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pulled out, and I groaned like a wounded animal when I shot my load in her face.
Two seconds later, Michelle was on top of Blondie. They bumped pussies while kissing passionately. Neither seemed to mind that their faces were splattered with sticky semen.