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It’s All Business ... Or Is It?
Carly relaxed as the powerful engines roared to life and pressed her into her business class seat at the start of her transatlantic flight to New York. While she hadn’t traveled that much, she always got a thrill during takeoff. Not so much fear, as a sense of being under the control of the power of the plane. She could almost feel the pilot’s hand firmly gripping the throttles as he unleashed the roaring thrust of the engines and longingly wished his hand might unleash that same power within her. Carly was not your ordinary businesswoman.
The morning had started as any other. She awoke next to her husband in their tidy home outside of London. As usual, he was pestering her with his incessant demands for sex. Although she loved him dearly, he just couldn’t get her off the way she needed. It wasn’t a lack of technique, or lack of equipment, and certainly not lack of desire - it was just that he was always there. She needed something different, something dirty, something dangerous. He knew she was heading across the pond and he knew she would be looking for that dirty, dangerous sex she craved - and she knew he knew it.
Because this was a professional trip and she did have to work, she chose a relatively modest outfit. A darker shade of lipstick than she might otherwise have chosen that highlighted her high cheekbones, dark eyes and dark hair. This was paired with a skirted business suit and blouse that hugged her hourglass figure with the skirt just a little too short and the cleavage just a little too obvious. What this covered was a set of very racy lingerie featuring crotchless panties as well as her magnificent full color tattoo that started at the small of her back, worked its way sensually around her left ass cheek and continued down the back of her left leg, stopping just before her skirt did. Of course, she had packed some outfits of a completely different style....and was already thinking about when and where to break them out.
Although the takeoff did excite her and she could feel some wetness beginning to form, she wasn’t much in the mood to engage the inevitable flirtations that came from the male passengers. She also didn’t relish dealing with the judgment and disapproval she would receive from most of the female passengers if she acted on them. Not that she cared what anyone thought, but when trapped in a metal tube at 35,000 feet...and there would be plenty of time. She knew that she could have any of them - including the flight attendants - begging for her, but just knowing she could, reduced the desire. She decided to relax with a few cocktails, although it was not yet 11:00 am at the time the flight departed.
By the time the flight landed in New York, Carly was in a pleasant state of intoxication. She had decided not to wait any longer to begin her quest for satisfaction. After retrieving her luggage, she ducked into a handicap restroom – one of those large and private ones – to transform. She picked through her options and selected a very revealing, very busty cocktail dress and a thick collar-like black choker. She brushed out her hair, applied a new round of makeup with heavy mascara, eyeliner and accentuated cheekbones. She returned to her preferred bright red lipstick and large hoop earrings. She came out of the bathroom in her black, high-heeled boots looking like the party-slut she wanted to, but still with a hint of sophistication.
Eschewing the taxi line, Carly summoned an Uber. When the driver came back as a middle-aged woman, she quickly cancelled the ride and tried again. This time she got someone more to her liking - “Chad”, a millennial young man in a bit of a beat-up vehicle. Someone who might know what she was looking for. When he arrived, she waited for him to load her luggage into the trunk, taking the opportunity to bend down and show both cleavage and ass as she pretended to help him. She noticed that he held the door for her to ensure he got another nice look as she climbed into the back seat – she was happy to oblige, making sure to accidentally hike her skirt up a bit.
As the driver tried his best to keep his eyes on the road, rather than Carly’s luscious cleavage which she made sure was visible in his mirror, they began to chat. After the perfunctory inquiries about the flight, etc., Carly managed to turn the conversation in the direction she wanted. “What do you do for fun in this city? I’ve never been to New York before and I don’t know where the action is…” She slowly drew him out, enjoying the process of getting him to open up to her as they made their way through the heavy traffic. She found out that he was in a relationship with a woman, but that they were not always exclusive. He didn’t seem to have much experience with heavy stuff, but maybe knew some people who could point her in the right direction.
When they started to get close to her hotel, Carly suggested that they find a quiet place so she could give him a nice tip. He was able to find an alley a few blocks from her hotel. Chad got out of the car and came around to the back. Carly scooted to the door and gave him a great view of her ample cleavage as she ran her hands over his rapidly growing bulge. She slowly worked his cock out and found herself faced with a rock-hard 8 inch cut cock – just what she had been longing for. She began licking the head while fondling his balls with the other hand. The fact that they were basically totally exposed in an alley just off a busy street added to the excitement. She began to take his head into her mouth and work it deeper. She sucked hard as she pulled her head back, never letting his cock out of her mouth and never breaking the suction – Carly loved giving blow jobs and was good at it. As his breathing increased, she worked her hand around the base of his cock and balls and squeezed hard. She wasn’t ready for him to cum and when he did, she wanted to feel it. The pressure on his balls increased the intensity for him and he grabbed her hair. She loved the feeling of him controlling her and the slight pain from his hands twined in her hair. She allowed him to set the pace as he face fucked her. She kept her grip on his balls and released only when she felt him swell and tense with impending orgasm. At that point she sucked hard and pulled back enough to feel the hot jets of his seed spray all around the inside of her mouth. She sucked and swallowed eagerly as he panted and tried to recover.
Needless to say, Carly got Chad’s number and suggested that he keep his evening clear. She wasn’t interested in meeting his girlfriend, but said she might like to meet some other men – in private or in public. Chad’s assignment was to ditch his girlfriend for the evening and plan some fun. He chose to accept it! Carly planned to rest up in the afternoon to be ready for a busy night!
Around 8:00, Carly roused herself and began to get ready. She started with a long, luxurious shower and shave. She loved to shave her legs, her arm pits and, especially, her pussy. The sensual feeling of smoothness there always aroused her. She looked forward to that smooth skin being roughed up by her lovers’ stubble, hard fingers and hard cocks. With her makeup touched up and her lips bright red, she was ready to head out. Her first stop was the hotel bar for a starter. She figured with her busty outfit and thick collar necklace, she wouldn’t have to pay for her drinks – and she was right. A parade of married businessmen was there to chat her up and offer to buy her a drink. She had a couple – drinks, that is, not businessmen – she was not looking for some tame, middle-aged man’s version of excitement. Carly was looking for Carly-level excitement… She called Chad.
Chad did not disappoint. He arrived in his beater of a car, dressed roughly in jeans, a tee-shirt and a leather jacket. It was not particularly cold, but the leather looked natural on him and he carried it well. Carly asked where they were going and he shushed her, indicating that he had done his homework. After a few minutes of driving around, they arrived in a fairly seedy looking part of town with several bars within a couple of blocks. Chad parked and led Carly to a bar, with the odd name of “Charlie’s”. When they walked in, the few heads in the place turned. Carly was the only woman in the place, which was populated with rough looking younger men. Not the grizzled biker type, but younger guys, still a bit seedy though. Carly smiled as they walked to the bar. Chad ordered them drinks and they sat down at a table and chatted. Chad was clearly wondering what would happen next, but was trying his best to play it cool. The other patrons were also unsure of themselves, not wanting to be too forward, but not wanting to miss out, either.
After a few drinks, Carly decided she needed to pee. She was sure the bathroom would be a mess and she wanted to spice things up a bit anyway… After leaving Chad, she picked out the lucky winner and sauntered over to a young stud and said, “You look like you are familiar with this place? Would you be a gentleman and show a lady around?” He was a bit taken aback at first by her British accent and request, but stood up and offered his arm to Carly and played it up well, “My pleasure, miss! My name is Dan. What aspects of this lovely establishment might I acquaint you with?” Carly leaned over and whispered something in his ear and his eyes widened. At this point everyone in the place had eyes only for Carly, wondering what was going on. When she was led to the back and through a door that led into the alley, everyone looked at each other and knowing smiles began to appear.
When Carly and her escort reached a scrubby alley behind the bar, she immediately squatted down and took a powerful piss. Dan just stood there and watched, his cock growing hard with the strangeness of this sexy British woman who just walked in off the street and was now pissing at his feet. When Carly was done, she stood up, walked to him and put her arms lightly around his neck. In her sexy accent she said, “I seem to have forgotten my wipes. Could you, perhaps, assist me?” and with that she spread her legs and leaned back jauntily against the wall. Dan wasted no time in kneeling down and lifting her skirt. Thanks to her crotchless panties, his eyes were met with the lovely sight of Carly’s pussy, still damp from her monster piss. He got to work with his tongue and licked up all traces of piss he could find. Carly began to writhe and grind into his face and even more wetness was there for Dan to chase with his tongue. As Carly got hotter, she wanted more than his tongue. Abruptly, she stood straighter, then turned around and bent down with her hands against the wall of the building, her ass sticking out jauntily. Dan wasted no time on dropping his pants and flipping Carly’s skirt up onto her back. This gave him his first view of her glorious tattoo, visible even in the dim light of the alley. He whistled appreciatively, both for the tattoo and the sight of Carly’s ass.
Dan grabbed his cock, about seven inches, but uncut and very thick and veined, and brought it to Carly’s pussy. Rather than slam into her, he took his time and teased her a bit. She would push back into him and in turn he would pull back, letting her get only a taste of his thick head. She turned and looked daggers at him, wanting what she wanted and wanting it now! He showed no reaction. Then he suddenly grabbed her around her collar/necklace with both hands and slammed into her hard, plunging his whole cock deep into her hot and wet pussy. It was thick and she involuntarily cried out, muffled by the strong hands around her throat. Dan was not stopping though and pulled back, only to go deep into her again and again. She was pushing back into him with every thrust and enjoying the fullness that came from his thick cock. As she looked around the dirty alley, the puddle of her piss nearby, the stranger’s hard cock ravaging her with her skirt flipped up, she knew this was where she wanted to be. The sheer dirtiness of it set her off and she clenched around Dan’s cock with a powerful orgasm. The sensation of her coming on his cock brought Dan to climax as well and he pressed into her and shot his spunk into her depths.
Dan and Carly didn’t bother to straighten themselves out much before returning to the bar. When they entered, they were met with a round of applause – a little half-hearted from Chad. Carly walked up to the bar and her drink was poured for her before she got there. She took a long pull and sat back on a stool, her legs spread, skirt hiked up, and cum dripping pussy exposed. “Chad!”, she called, “Do you think you could clean this up for me, luv?” While Chad was hoping for more, but this was a fun place to start. As he buried his face in her pussy and began to clean up the cum, Carly took out her phone and tossed it to Dan. “Dan, luv? Will you take some nice shots of young Chad here for me hubby? And after that, maybe we can all think of some other things we can snap for him?” Dan began to snap some closeups of the remaining cum leaking from Carly’s snatch, making sure to get Chad licking her into the shots. God, he thought, what it must be like to be married to her!
Carly had a couple of more drinks before deciding it was time for a change of venue. She collected Chad and announced to the room at large that she was heading for the next pub. As she stumbled out the door, she had two realizations. First, she was a little more drunk than she was planning - maybe pick a bar involving a little walk, and second, she had to piss again - perhaps a closer bar would be the better option! With these two contradictory thoughts in her head, she staggered off down the street with Chad, not noticing that Dan and several other patrons were following along.
After two or three blocks, Carly’s internal battle came to a most unexpected conclusion. “Dammit, Luv! I have just got to take a pee - and not a loo in sight.” Carly stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and prepared to squat and pee. “Wait!” Yelled one of the rough gentlemen from the bar. Surprised, Carly looked up and saw the five or six men surrounding her. “If you are going to pee on the street in our city, you have to at least put on a good show.” Carly was in no position to refuse.
She decided that if this was to be a show, then she would have to really show. First, she removed her skirt and handed it to Chad. She then did a slow pirouette for the crowd, making sure to show of her tattoo in the dim light. She then began to stroke herself, running her hands up from her knees, along her thighs and onto her midriff. She then massaged her bladder, making sure each man, staring hungrily at her, saw just how full and distended it was. As she pressed on her bladder, a moan escaped her lips and the merest hint of urine began to drip from her. She repeated this until she, and her audience could take no more. She leaned back slightly and let loose with a strong jet of pee that noisily splashed against the sidewalk. But she was not done, not Carly, she continued to rub herself, this time bringing her hands down to her crotch on either side or her pussy and pulling back the lips to expose her urethra. With this, she pressed her hips forward and aimed high, releasing a mighty jet of hot pee that easily hit the nearest bystanders. As she finished, there was a round of applause that must have seemed out of place to passers-by on the other side of the street who did not have the good fortune to participate.
With her bladder taken care of, Carly continued her walk to the next bar - completely forgetting, or not caring, to put her skirt back on. That was how a half naked, tattooed, dripping Carly entered a bar, followed by six of seven young men, some of them wet themselves. The sparse crowd in the new bar could not help but fall silent. “What is everyone lookin’ at?” yelled Carly in her British accent. “Ain’t none of you blokes seen a thirsty lady before?” Before she could reach the bar, several men had offered her their drinks and being the lady that she was, Carly had at least a sip of each one.
After quenching that part of her thirst, Carly said to the room at large, “Well, I said I was thirsty. This liquor is nice and all, but that wasn’t quite what I meant. Any of you lads fancy a blow? Because I sure fancy some cum!” As if her words were magic, half a dozen pants hit the floor and Carly gazed at the hard cocks on display, selecting her first. She chose a large, uncut cock attached to a nice looking lad sitting on a bar stool. She bent over and went to work, sucking like the pro that she was. As she worked the cock into her throat, another man approached her from behind and began to stroke her legs and ass, tracing the arc of her tattoo. When she did not object, he lined up and drove his rod into her pussy. She didn’t break stride sucking, but did begin to push back in rhythm with the cock pounding her from behind. The man on the stool gently slid off so that he was standing and could fuck Carly’s face and jam his cock deep into her throat. Carly was being spit roasted by two strangers in a bar - she was in heaven.
Eventually, she got the better of the two men, but they were replaced by others. It must have been at least an hour before Carly no longer had a hard cock to suck or fuck. There was cum in her hair and all over her tits and face, as well as a generous pool on the floor between her legs. It was then that Megan made her appearance.
Megan was known to most of the men in the bar, but of course was a stranger to Carly. While Megan is a name that brings visions of cute, pig-tailed girls, the Megan was quite something else. Dominating, is probably the only adjective that really fit. But dominating both physically and with her presence. Megan was a large woman, but not roly-poly fat. More like the stereotypical ‘big boned’ - just solid, but still with some feminine curves. However, feminine curves or not, it was clear that Megan was a lesbian.
As Megan approached her, Carly was not quite sure what was about to happen. Had she broken some taboo? Was Megan angry? Megan had that effect on people. “Like your cocks, do you now? Like your cum, too, I see.” Megan said as she slowly walked around Carly, taking her in completely. “Nice of these fellows to get you all warmed up for me. You are a pretty thing, aren’t you? And looks like you know it - and know what to do with it.”
Carly was both offended and proud, and a little bit scared. She was used to being in charge, and suddenly, she was very much NOT in charge. She found out just how much not in charge she was as Megan walked up to her and spanked her pussy. Once. Hard. Pain flashed through Carly’s brain like a short-circuit, but she didn’t move and didn’t make a sound. Smack, smack, first one, then the other of Carly’s breasts received a slap from Megan’s palm. There was silence in the room, everyone watching, enthralled, and starting to get hard again.
Megan was behind Carly now. She reached around her with one arm and with the other she pulled Carly’s wrist behind her back and marched her to a table where she lay Carly down. She then began to rub her hands over Carly’s cum covered body. Gentle now, in sharp contrast the to slaps she had just administered. As she got to Carly’s well used and slippery pussy, she inserted a finger, then a second and began to rub.
Carly had had many experiences, but being rubbed off by a bull dyke in a bar surrounded by men who had just fucked her was a new one. But it was one she was starting to enjoy. Megan knew what she was doing. As Carly started to respond, Megan inserted a third finger and increased her pace. Carly began to moan and writhe on the table. Several men came over for a closer look, their cocks in their hands. Megan began to move her hand and wrist around the outside of Carly’s pussy, coating them with her juices and the cum that was still there. Once she was well lubed, she inserted a fourth finger and began working her fist into Carly. This was another new experience for Carly - not that she was fully aware of what was happening - she was focused on the sensations coming from her pussy, her head thrown back and a continuous series of moans coming from her throat. Megan finally worked her whole hand into Carly and started to really let her have it. Her fist pounding Carly’s G-spot and filling her pussy like it had never been filled before. Suddenly, Carly let out a primal scream and moan all mixed up and her whole body spasmed. At that moment she erupted with a visible squirt that soaked the front of Megan’s shirt. With this, two or three of the men standing around her let go with their own orgasms, once again coating Carly’s body with their cum. The other onlookers quickly followed suit.
As Megan finally withdrew her hand, Carly, shaking all over, thanked her for the most intense orgasm she had ever had. She also thanked the men for the cum, in all her holes and painted across her body. But most of all, she thanked Chad for taking her back to her hotel so she could sleep and sleep. Satisfied and sated. For now, at least....
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It’s All Business ... Or Is It?
Carly relaxed as the powerful engines roared to life and pressed her into her business class seat at the start of her transatlantic flight to New York. While she hadn’t traveled that much, she always got a thrill during takeoff. Not so much fear, as a sense of being under the control of the power of the plane. She could almost feel the pilot’s hand firmly gripping the throttles as he unleashed the roaring thrust of the engines and longingly wished his hand might unleash that same power within her. Carly was not your ordinary businesswoman.
The morning had started as any other. She awoke next to her husband in their tidy home outside of London. As usual, he was pestering her with his incessant demands for sex. Although she loved him dearly, he just couldn’t get her off the way she needed. It wasn’t a lack of technique, or lack of equipment, and certainly not lack of desire - it was just that he was always there. She needed something different, something dirty, something dangerous. He knew she was heading across the pond and he knew she would be looking for that dirty, dangerous sex she craved - and she knew he knew it.
Because this was a professional trip and she did have to work, she chose a relatively modest outfit. A darker shade of lipstick than she might otherwise have chosen that highlighted her high cheekbones, dark eyes and dark hair. This was paired with a skirted business suit and blouse that hugged her hourglass figure with the skirt just a little too short and the cleavage just a little too obvious. What this covered was a set of very racy lingerie featuring crotchless panties as well as her magnificent full color tattoo that started at the small of her back, worked its way sensually around her left ass cheek and continued down the back of her left leg, stopping just before her skirt did. Of course, she had packed some outfits of a completely different style....and was already thinking about when and where to break them out.
Although the takeoff did excite her and she could feel some wetness beginning to form, she wasn’t much in the mood to engage the inevitable flirtations that came from the male passengers. She also didn’t relish dealing with the judgment and disapproval she would receive from most of the female passengers if she acted on them. Not that she cared what anyone thought, but when trapped in a metal tube at 35,000 feet...and there would be plenty of time. She knew that she could have any of them - including the flight attendants - begging for her, but just knowing she could, reduced the desire. She decided to relax with a few cocktails, although it was not yet 11:00 am at the time the flight departed.
By the time the flight landed in New York, Carly was in a pleasant state of intoxication. She had decided not to wait any longer to begin her quest for satisfaction. After retrieving her luggage, she ducked into a handicap restroom – one of those large and private ones – to transform. She picked through her options and selected a very revealing, very busty cocktail dress and a thick collar-like black choker. She brushed out her hair, applied a new round of makeup with heavy mascara, eyeliner and accentuated cheekbones. She returned to her preferred bright red lipstick and large hoop earrings. She came out of the bathroom in her black, high-heeled boots looking like the party-slut she wanted to, but still with a hint of sophistication.
Eschewing the taxi line, Carly summoned an Uber. When the driver came back as a middle-aged woman, she quickly cancelled the ride and tried again. This time she got someone more to her liking - “Chad”, a millennial young man in a bit of a beat-up vehicle. Someone who might know what she was looking for. When he arrived, she waited for him to load her luggage into the trunk, taking the opportunity to bend down and show both cleavage and ass as she pretended to help him. She noticed that he held the door for her to ensure he got another nice look as she climbed into the back seat – she was happy to oblige, making sure to accidentally hike her skirt up a bit.
As the driver tried his best to keep his eyes on the road, rather than Carly’s luscious cleavage which she made sure was visible in his mirror, they began to chat. After the perfunctory inquiries about the flight, etc., Carly managed to turn the conversation in the direction she wanted. “What do you do for fun in this city? I’ve never been to New York before and I don’t know where the action is…” She slowly drew him out, enjoying the process of getting him to open up to her as they made their way through the heavy traffic. She found out that he was in a relationship with a woman, but that they were not always exclusive. He didn’t seem to have much experience with heavy stuff, but maybe knew some people who could point her in the right direction.
When they started to get close to her hotel, Carly suggested that they find a quiet place so she could give him a nice tip. He was able to find an alley a few blocks from her hotel. Chad got out of the car and came around to the back. Carly scooted to the door and gave him a great view of her ample cleavage as she ran her hands over his rapidly growing bulge. She slowly worked his cock out and found herself faced with a rock-hard 8 inch cut cock – just what she had been longing for. She began licking the head while fondling his balls with the other hand. The fact that they were basically totally exposed in an alley just off a busy street added to the excitement. She began to take his head into her mouth and work it deeper. She sucked hard as she pulled her head back, never letting his cock out of her mouth and never breaking the suction – Carly loved giving blow jobs and was good at it. As his breathing increased, she worked her hand around the base of his cock and balls and squeezed hard. She wasn’t ready for him to cum and when he did, she wanted to feel it. The pressure on his balls increased the intensity for him and he grabbed her hair. She loved the feeling of him controlling her and the slight pain from his hands twined in her hair. She allowed him to set the pace as he face fucked her. She kept her grip on his balls and released only when she felt him swell and tense with impending orgasm. At that point she sucked hard and pulled back enough to feel the hot jets of his seed spray all around the inside of her mouth. She sucked and swallowed eagerly as he panted and tried to recover.
Needless to say, Carly got Chad’s number and suggested that he keep his evening clear. She wasn’t interested in meeting his girlfriend, but said she might like to meet some other men – in private or in public. Chad’s assignment was to ditch his girlfriend for the evening and plan some fun. He chose to accept it! Carly planned to rest up in the afternoon to be ready for a busy night!
Around 8:00, Carly roused herself and began to get ready. She started with a long, luxurious shower and shave. She loved to shave her legs, her arm pits and, especially, her pussy. The sensual feeling of smoothness there always aroused her. She looked forward to that smooth skin being roughed up by her lovers’ stubble, hard fingers and hard cocks. With her makeup touched up and her lips bright red, she was ready to head out. Her first stop was the hotel bar for a starter. She figured with her busty outfit and thick collar necklace, she wouldn’t have to pay for her drinks – and she was right. A parade of married businessmen was there to chat her up and offer to buy her a drink. She had a couple – drinks, that is, not businessmen – she was not looking for some tame, middle-aged man’s version of excitement. Carly was looking for Carly-level excitement… She called Chad.
Chad did not disappoint. He arrived in his beater of a car, dressed roughly in jeans, a tee-shirt and a leather jacket. It was not particularly cold, but the leather looked natural on him and he carried it well. Carly asked where they were going and he shushed her, indicating that he had done his homework. After a few minutes of driving around, they arrived in a fairly seedy looking part of town with several bars within a couple of blocks. Chad parked and led Carly to a bar, with the odd name of “Charlie’s”. When they walked in, the few heads in the place turned. Carly was the only woman in the place, which was populated with rough looking younger men. Not the grizzled biker type, but younger guys, still a bit seedy though. Carly smiled as they walked to the bar. Chad ordered them drinks and they sat down at a table and chatted. Chad was clearly wondering what would happen next, but was trying his best to play it cool. The other patrons were also unsure of themselves, not wanting to be too forward, but not wanting to miss out, either.
After a few drinks, Carly decided she needed to pee. She was sure the bathroom would be a mess and she wanted to spice things up a bit anyway… After leaving Chad, she picked out the lucky winner and sauntered over to a young stud and said, “You look like you are familiar with this place? Would you be a gentleman and show a lady around?” He was a bit taken aback at first by her British accent and request, but stood up and offered his arm to Carly and played it up well, “My pleasure, miss! My name is Dan. What aspects of this lovely establishment might I acquaint you with?” Carly leaned over and whispered something in his ear and his eyes widened. At this point everyone in the place had eyes only for Carly, wondering what was going on. When she was led to the back and through a door that led into the alley, everyone looked at each other and knowing smiles began to appear.
When Carly and her escort reached a scrubby alley behind the bar, she immediately squatted down and took a powerful piss. Dan just stood there and watched, his cock growing hard with the strangeness of this sexy British woman who just walked in off the street and was now pissing at his feet. When Carly was done, she stood up, walked to him and put her arms lightly around his neck. In her sexy accent she said, “I seem to have forgotten my wipes. Could you, perhaps, assist me?” and with that she spread her legs and leaned back jauntily against the wall. Dan wasted no time in kneeling down and lifting her skirt. Thanks to her crotchless panties, his eyes were met with the lovely sight of Carly’s pussy, still damp from her monster piss. He got to work with his tongue and licked up all traces of piss he could find. Carly began to writhe and grind into his face and even more wetness was there for Dan to chase with his tongue. As Carly got hotter, she wanted more than his tongue. Abruptly, she stood straighter, then turned around and bent down with her hands against the wall of the building, her ass sticking out jauntily. Dan wasted no time on dropping his pants and flipping Carly’s skirt up onto her back. This gave him his first view of her glorious tattoo, visible even in the dim light of the alley. He whistled appreciatively, both for the tattoo and the sight of Carly’s ass.
Dan grabbed his cock, about seven inches, but uncut and very thick and veined, and brought it to Carly’s pussy. Rather than slam into her, he took his time and teased her a bit. She would push back into him and in turn he would pull back, letting her get only a taste of his thick head. She turned and looked daggers at him, wanting what she wanted and wanting it now! He showed no reaction. Then he suddenly grabbed her around her collar/necklace with both hands and slammed into her hard, plunging his whole cock deep into her hot and wet pussy. It was thick and she involuntarily cried out, muffled by the strong hands around her throat. Dan was not stopping though and pulled back, only to go deep into her again and again. She was pushing back into him with every thrust and enjoying the fullness that came from his thick cock. As she looked around the dirty alley, the puddle of her piss nearby, the stranger’s hard cock ravaging her with her skirt flipped up, she knew this was where she wanted to be. The sheer dirtiness of it set her off and she clenched around Dan’s cock with a powerful orgasm. The sensation of her coming on his cock brought Dan to climax as well and he pressed into her and shot his spunk into her depths.
Dan and Carly didn’t bother to straighten themselves out much before returning to the bar. When they entered, they were met with a round of applause – a little half-hearted from Chad. Carly walked up to the bar and her drink was poured for her before she got there. She took a long pull and sat back on a stool, her legs spread, skirt hiked up, and cum dripping pussy exposed. “Chad!”, she called, “Do you think you could clean this up for me, luv?” While Chad was hoping for more, but this was a fun place to start. As he buried his face in her pussy and began to clean up the cum, Carly took out her phone and tossed it to Dan. “Dan, luv? Will you take some nice shots of young Chad here for me hubby? And after that, maybe we can all think of some other things we can snap for him?” Dan began to snap some closeups of the remaining cum leaking from Carly’s snatch, making sure to get Chad licking her into the shots. God, he thought, what it must be like to be married to her!
Carly had a couple of more drinks before deciding it was time for a change of venue. She collected Chad and announced to the room at large that she was heading for the next pub. As she stumbled out the door, she had two realizations. First, she was a little more drunk than she was planning - maybe pick a bar involving a little walk, and second, she had to piss again - perhaps a closer bar would be the better option! With these two contradictory thoughts in her head, she staggered off down the street with Chad, not noticing that Dan and several other patrons were following along.
After two or three blocks, Carly’s internal battle came to a most unexpected conclusion. “Dammit, Luv! I have just got to take a pee - and not a loo in sight.” Carly stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and prepared to squat and pee. “Wait!” Yelled one of the rough gentlemen from the bar. Surprised, Carly looked up and saw the five or six men surrounding her. “If you are going to pee on the street in our city, you have to at least put on a good show.” Carly was in no position to refuse.
She decided that if this was to be a show, then she would have to really show. First, she removed her skirt and handed it to Chad. She then did a slow pirouette for the crowd, making sure to show of her tattoo in the dim light. She then began to stroke herself, running her hands up from her knees, along her thighs and onto her midriff. She then massaged her bladder, making sure each man, staring hungrily at her, saw just how full and distended it was. As she pressed on her bladder, a moan escaped her lips and the merest hint of urine began to drip from her. She repeated this until she, and her audience could take no more. She leaned back slightly and let loose with a strong jet of pee that noisily splashed against the sidewalk. But she was not done, not Carly, she continued to rub herself, this time bringing her hands down to her crotch on either side or her pussy and pulling back the lips to expose her urethra. With this, she pressed her hips forward and aimed high, releasing a mighty jet of hot pee that easily hit the nearest bystanders. As she finished, there was a round of applause that must have seemed out of place to passers-by on the other side of the street who did not have the good fortune to participate.
With her bladder taken care of, Carly continued her walk to the next bar - completely forgetting, or not caring, to put her skirt back on. That was how a half naked, tattooed, dripping Carly entered a bar, followed by six of seven young men, some of them wet themselves. The sparse crowd in the new bar could not help but fall silent. “What is everyone lookin’ at?” yelled Carly in her British accent. “Ain’t none of you blokes seen a thirsty lady before?” Before she could reach the bar, several men had offered her their drinks and being the lady that she was, Carly had at least a sip of each one.
After quenching that part of her thirst, Carly said to the room at large, “Well, I said I was thirsty. This liquor is nice and all, but that wasn’t quite what I meant. Any of you lads fancy a blow? Because I sure fancy some cum!” As if her words were magic, half a dozen pants hit the floor and Carly gazed at the hard cocks on display, selecting her first. She chose a large, uncut cock attached to a nice looking lad sitting on a bar stool. She bent over and went to work, sucking like the pro that she was. As she worked the cock into her throat, another man approached her from behind and began to stroke her legs and ass, tracing the arc of her tattoo. When she did not object, he lined up and drove his rod into her pussy. She didn’t break stride sucking, but did begin to push back in rhythm with the cock pounding her from behind. The man on the stool gently slid off so that he was standing and could fuck Carly’s face and jam his cock deep into her throat. Carly was being spit roasted by two strangers in a bar - she was in heaven.
Eventually, she got the better of the two men, but they were replaced by others. It must have been at least an hour before Carly no longer had a hard cock to suck or fuck. There was cum in her hair and all over her tits and face, as well as a generous pool on the floor between her legs. It was then that Megan made her appearance.
Megan was known to most of the men in the bar, but of course was a stranger to Carly. While Megan is a name that brings visions of cute, pig-tailed girls, the Megan was quite something else. Dominating, is probably the only adjective that really fit. But dominating both physically and with her presence. Megan was a large woman, but not roly-poly fat. More like the stereotypical ‘big boned’ - just solid, but still with some feminine curves. However, feminine curves or not, it was clear that Megan was a lesbian.
As Megan approached her, Carly was not quite sure what was about to happen. Had she broken some taboo? Was Megan angry? Megan had that effect on people. “Like your cocks, do you now? Like your cum, too, I see.” Megan said as she slowly walked around Carly, taking her in completely. “Nice of these fellows to get you all warmed up for me. You are a pretty thing, aren’t you? And looks like you know it - and know what to do with it.”
Carly was both offended and proud, and a little bit scared. She was used to being in charge, and suddenly, she was very much NOT in charge. She found out just how much not in charge she was as Megan walked up to her and spanked her pussy. Once. Hard. Pain flashed through Carly’s brain like a short-circuit, but she didn’t move and didn’t make a sound. Smack, smack, first one, then the other of Carly’s breasts received a slap from Megan’s palm. There was silence in the room, everyone watching, enthralled, and starting to get hard again.
Megan was behind Carly now. She reached around her with one arm and with the other she pulled Carly’s wrist behind her back and marched her to a table where she lay Carly down. She then began to rub her hands over Carly’s cum covered body. Gentle now, in sharp contrast the to slaps she had just administered. As she got to Carly’s well used and slippery pussy, she inserted a finger, then a second and began to rub.
Carly had had many experiences, but being rubbed off by a bull dyke in a bar surrounded by men who had just fucked her was a new one. But it was one she was starting to enjoy. Megan knew what she was doing. As Carly started to respond, Megan inserted a third finger and increased her pace. Carly began to moan and writhe on the table. Several men came over for a closer look, their cocks in their hands. Megan began to move her hand and wrist around the outside of Carly’s pussy, coating them with her juices and the cum that was still there. Once she was well lubed, she inserted a fourth finger and began working her fist into Carly. This was another new experience for Carly - not that she was fully aware of what was happening - she was focused on the sensations coming from her pussy, her head thrown back and a continuous series of moans coming from her throat. Megan finally worked her whole hand into Carly and started to really let her have it. Her fist pounding Carly’s G-spot and filling her pussy like it had never been filled before. Suddenly, Carly let out a primal scream and moan all mixed up and her whole body spasmed. At that moment she erupted with a visible squirt that soaked the front of Megan’s shirt. With this, two or three of the men standing around her let go with their own orgasms, once again coating Carly’s body with their cum. The other onlookers quickly followed suit.
As Megan finally withdrew her hand, Carly, shaking all over, thanked her for the most intense orgasm she had ever had. She also thanked the men for the cum, in all her holes and painted across her body. But most of all, she thanked Chad for taking her back to her hotel so she could sleep and sleep. Satisfied and sated. For now, at least....
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