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The Babe at the Bar
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When I walked into the bar, I didn't notice her at first.
I sat in a booth in a dark corner and ordered a drink from the
waitress.
The waitress returned with my drink, and when I went to
pay her for it, she said it had already been taken care of by the
blonde at the end of the bar. I looked, and there was Sandy,
sitting on a stool at the end of the bar. God, she was
gorgeous! Wearing a white blouse, short black skirt, and
black fishnet stockings, she sat with her legs crossed, and I
could see far up her skirt. She was, without a doubt, the
best looking woman in the place.
Sandy smiled at me, and, as she walked over to my table,
I couldn't help but notice her nipples, erect against the soft
white silk of her low cut blouse, and the slow swaying of her
breasts. She stood in front of me and asked if she could sit
with me. "Sure", I said, and she slid into the booth with me.
She told me that she was a receptionist in the hotel, and
that she had just gotten off work a few minutes before. She
said I looked like the kind of man she'd like to spend some
time with, as she traced patterns on the inside of my thigh
with her long nails. As she stroked my leg, her firm, warm
breast pressed against my arm with urgency.
Sandy looked me in the eyes, and said she had a room
upstairs and she'd like to take me there. She stood, took me
by the hand, and led me out of the bar to the elevator. Arm in
arm, the warmth of her body and the scent of her perfume were
really getting to me! My cock was straining against the front
of my pants, my balls tight and full.
After we got into the elevator, our arms went around
each other, and we kissed a long, wet, deep kiss. Sandy's tongue
probed gently into my mouth and dueled with mine. Her mouth
tasted of the strawberry daquiri she had been drinking
earlier. We lingered over the kiss, and Sandy was nibbling
and pulling on my lower lip and thrusting her hips against my
hard tool when we arrived at her floor and the door opened. If
that door hadn't opened just then, we probably would have
fucked right there in the elevator, but a hotel room service
waiter entered the elevator, so we got out.
We walked down the hall to Sandy's room, and she opened
the door. I sat on the couch, and Sandy went to the bar to mix
us some drinks. When she returned, we started kissing again.
My hands traced the outline of her nipples through the thin silk
of the blouse, and I could feel the lace of her flimsy bra.
She leaned back, unbuttoned the blouse, arched her
shoulders, and slid it off.
Her tits were clearly visible through the black lace
of the bra, and overflowed the top. About 1/2 of the
aureolea of her breasts was exposed. I cupped her breasts,
and could feel their warmth and weight. She shivered when my
thumbs began caressing her taught nipples, and her hand went to
my crotch. Sandy firmly massaged my aching cock, and opened my
zipper. She reached inside, and freed my aching penis.
Sandy asked me to lay back on the couch and I did. She
took off her bra and leaned over me, brushing my eyes with her
soft tits, and then unbuckled my pants and slid them and my
briefs down over my legs. After she got my pants off, she
straddled my chest with her lovely ass near my face, still clad
in the black skirt and stockings.
She leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth, her
lips gently sliding up and down the shaft. As she did this, her
crotch gradually moved down to my face, heavy with perfume and
musk. My eyes were closed, and I felt something smooth, warm,
and wet sliding across my face and lips. I opened my eyes, and
there, swinging slowly back and forth, was a big COCK!
At first I was a bit shocked, to say the least! I had
heard stories of the "she-males" in San Francisco, but had never
dreamed I would meet one, and that she would be such a beautiful
woman! I was so overcome with passion from the actions of her
mouth and tongue on my cock that I decided to just let it happen.
I reached up and touched a cock other than my own for the first
time. Funny, it felt much like mine, but was much warmer! I
could see that Sandy had shaved her entire crotch, and her sack
hung below her large dick.
She was uncircumsized, and the head of her cock was
swelling up out of the foreskin, purple and moist. I brushed it
back and forth across my lips and could taste the slightly
salty taste of the drop of pre-cum hanging from the hole. It
was delicious, and I found myself wanting more, so I slipped it
into my mouth.
As we both suckled, our hips were undulating. I could
feel her breasts pressed against my stomach. Sandy had the best
of both worlds to offer me. Suddenly, she released me, stood up,
and peeled her skirt off. "I want to have your cock up my hot
asshole", she murmured as she reached for the jar of love oil on
the coffee table. She applied the love oil to her asshole, and
her now hard cock swung back and forth as she approached me.
She got on her hands and knees on the couch and reached
behind herself to guide my hot cock into that waiting cavern.
Her ass was slippery with the scented love oil, and I held her
hips as my cockhead slid past the gripping muscles of her hole.
Sandy let out a contented sigh as the eight inches of my thick
cock entered her.
I leaned forward and cradled her swaying breasts in my
hands as I began slowly thrusting my turgid manhood back and
forth, my balls slapping against Sandy's as I buried it to the
hilt. We continued our movements, and one of my hands moved down
to encircle her rigid cock. I pulled the foreskin back and forth
across her cockhead, and massaged the shaft and head with some of
the love oil.
Sandy arched back, so her back was against my chest,
both of us on our knees. She turned her head, and we were once
again locked in our tongue dueling. I began to feel like I was
going to cum, and could feel Sandy's cock twitching in my hand.
The hot cum exploded from my balls and coursed up through
my cock, headed for its new home in Sandy's ass. At the same
time, Sandy started to come. I cupped my hand over her cockhead
as the thick white come began spurting out. As it did, I
massaged it over her cockhead, shaft, and balls. She was so
slippery, and so warm, and the weight of her cock and balls felt
good in my hand.
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