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Years ago I frequented a dive go go bar called the Ironbound. In the Portuguese and Brazilian part of Newark. This was kind of the last stop for these girls on the way to the go go retirement home. Some of these girls may be pushing 60, but most of them, despite the mileage still have killer tits and asses. They dance twenty minuets or so then get twenty or so off. During the off time, if you buy them a drink they'll sit with you, tip them singles for gropes, or for a twenty they'll jerk you off right there at the bar.
The first time I experienced that was with a Dominican MILF named Ellie. It was a crowded Saturday night. Up until then I only ever went in there on week days after work, I knew it was seedy, but not like that. Ellie unzipped my fly, reached in and just pulled my cock out. She squeezed it and tugged on it a while. My head was on a nervous swivel. Looking around the room I missed her dig some sort of lube out of her bag. Caught me off guard with that, I busted almost instantaneously. All over the floor. She was pissed. I learned later it was customary to give them a little warning to get a napkin ready. Years later, more of a savvy sex trade veteran I helped Ellie get a job a Hispanic massage parlor/brothel. But that's another story. I was at a closed door party there once, basically an orgy. But this isn't that story either. This is the story of Dorita.
Dorita was a dark skinned Brazilian, maybe 35. She looked African American, till she spoke. And she could actually speak English. Most of these girls could barely grunt out enough to get through a basic transaction. Dorita spoke well enough to get my jokes, and even be funny herself. She'd sing to me. That's how we first hit it off. Damn near turned the place into a karaoke bar a few times. I had seen her in there many times, tipped her a dollar here and there across the bar. But she wasn't one to have a drink with the slobs in there. She drank Heineken all shift long, but with the pool players who ignored the girls. Even once she started drinking with me, it never got much past singing. And a little groping, she had the most magnificent feeling breasts. She was slim, but soft, with a plump bottom. Thick lips and a pretty, toothy smile. Not real pretty over all mind you. Kind of ugly actually. But that body was sexy. And she was fun. Her skin was smooth smooth smooth, with a good completion, on her body especially. And those tits. Not really big, but natural. So soft and squeezable, with just the right amount of sag to them. She'd let me feel her up, and she'd tease my cock with a bit of hip friction. Grinding on my hard on through denim. But she wasn't one who jerked guys off for tips. Stands out in my mind in retrospect, a time I had those tits in my hands, her knee fucking me through my pants like only a professional stripper can. I was so horny for her. I said right in her ear, “God I wanna fuck you!”
Dorita said, “Any time.” Straight face. I thought it was stripper shtick. Turns out she meant it.
Few weeks after that exchange I stopped in a different titty bar, up the street. I forget the name but its' the same type place. Jizz on the floors. The lights too low and bad music way too loud. Old broads with fat asses and saggy fleshy jugs. I was about the only white guy ever in either place. Who do I find there but Dorita. Only she wasn't working. She was dressed like a civilian. No sexy outfit, just khaki shorts and a tee shirt. She was drinking Heineken alone three pm or so on a weekday. I ordered a beer and sat alone too. I didn't want to bug her. But she saw me and flagged me over. We finished our beers and I bought another round. We talked a bit. She was there contemplating making a move to dancing in this place. It was a shorter walk from her apartment. I told her I was just killing time waiting for a call, I had to pick my brother from the airport. Told her if I went to the regular spot where the girls all knew me I wouldn't want to leave.
“Having too much fun like this,” She grabbed my package through my pants. “You don't want to leave when they got you by the dick?”I nearly spit my beer. She had a naughty look on her face that said we were gonna have some fun.“You like those girls, you get a hand job from them but you don't have no fun with me.”
I answered, “We have good times, I just thought you didn't do that.”
“I don't do for money, I do 'cause I like you.” She touched my face “You like a baby.”
She hadn't removed her other hand from my groin, “Would you like to give me a Hand Job Dorita?”
“A hand job?” with a furrowed brow, “Okay.” She unzipped my fly and without breaking eye contact said, “Take it out.”
I took it out.
Dortita's facial expression could only be described as gleeful. She sat on a bar stool turned toward me. I turned so I stood between her knees. Lined up just right that if she scooted forward on the seat I could stick it right in her snatch just like this. The bar tender, two sad looking strippers, and one drunk Mexican made up the rest of the occupancy. All of whom were used to this sort of thing happening. As long as I kept buying drinks, nobody would give a shit.
“Look at that,” My cock was maybe half hard. She touched it gently and it filled towards three quarters. “Gotta big head.” She squeezed it and it filled some more. “A big head feel nice inside.” Filled a little more “Aye is still growing!”
I've got a normal to smallish dick, maybe six inches but a grower, and it does have a fat mushroom on top. I'm sort of short too, and kind of fat. I can't explain her interest in me. Must be a sex addict, guess it takes one to get it on with one in a dive bar.
Her expression changed, she looked eager. She had sort of a loose grip on me, she'd tighten slightly as she pulled toward her. Then loosened again and pushed toward me. One of the sad strippers came over, pulled back her bikini top to give me a landing spot for a single. Didn't even dance, or smile. Her and Dorita spoke in Spanish. And in a few seconds she was gone. All the while, tighten and pull, loosen and push, tighten and pull. Dorita broke rhythm for a second and looked down at my cock in her palm.
She whistled, then leaned into me and said, “I wanna suck out the milk like a baby suck a bottle.”
She planted a big wet kiss on my lips. I opened my mouth to reciprocate. She tasted like Heineken. Pulling away with a suck on my bottom lip. All the while stroking my cock. Her thumb and first two finger gripping my shaft, the palm and other two fingers dragging around the engorged head. I was mesmerized. By her smooth and strong hand. By the public thrill. But at that moment most of all by the thought that I might have a chance at entering that mouth I was just kissing. It was an absolute sex organ. I grinned. She smiled, and kept tugging.
Just then the door opened. Light filled the room for a second. A second Mexican cast a momentary shadow. Dorita stopped again. I scooted closer, between her legs. She pressed my cock to her thigh to hide it as the guy walked towards us. The skin of her leg, below the hem her shorts was like silk. I took a pull off my beer and slightly moved my hips. Grinding the sensitive under side of my length against her thigh. Her eyes darted to mine. The guy walked passed. I continued to subtlety move, gliding my shaft along Dorita's velvety skin. Damn that felt good! I bet I could hump her leg to completion. Dorita watched over her shoulder as the guy went into the bathroom.
“Your skin is amazing,” I turned myself a bit to facilitate some casual public thigh fucking.
She took my cock and spanked it against her leg, “You like?”
Smack smack smack, my swollen cock against her plump leg, then she let me rub on her a while before cock flogging her leg some more. Looking down at my white dick on her black leg she said, “Your dick is so clean.”
So clean? I hope that was bad translation from what she meant to say. Or else she's used to handling some fucked up peckers. Before I got a chance to clarify the new Mexican burst out of the bathroom to join the original one. The sad stripped moped over to them. Dorita looked around and motioned to another spot at the bar. “Let's go over there.”
I followed Dorita over to the other spot with my dick out. No one could see me from the waist down anyway. We moved to the opposite turn of the bar from the other patrons. Not on a path to the bathroom, and there was a big coffee machine blocking anyone’s view of us. The Portuguese love their coffee. I had my back to the only path past us as I put my drink on the bar, Dorita with her back to the coffee machine. I craned my neck around, realizing what a secluded area within a still public space she had found. When suddenly, my knees buckled at a completely unexpected sensation. My dick was in a mouth!
Ever find your dick in a mouth at a time and place you'd have never thought it at all possible? Holy schmoley! Dorita was ducked down under the bar with that beer wet mouth wrapped around my twitching cock. She basted it with three or four deep trips down it's length before popping back up beside me. I swear I damn near came. She looked around to see if she'd been spotted. Looked at me with an odd pride and disappeared again. This time I could brace myself. That big head she liked was being caressed by those big lips I liked. Then her lips slid deep to the base. Her tongue licked away underneath, then slithered back to the tip as she pulled back off. I was already trying not to cum. She opened wide and took another gulp, dragging her lips around the whole circumference on the off stroke. Sucking hard. Another opened mouth thrust. Wiggling side to side on the way down. Tonging the whole way in. I was about to bust. She dragged that mushroom head along the inside of her cheek on the way out this time. Then it happened. My phone rang. It was my brother from the airport. I didn't want to leave!
“Hello?! You're here!?” She head me talking and peeked up, probably thinking we'd been spotted. Saw me talking on the phone, and popped up beside me wiping her mouth. “Just landed. Okay I guess I have to head over. I'm in town I'll be there by the time you get you bags, alright bye.”
Dorita was jerking me off already, “You gonna go?” She looked stunned. “Tell him take a cab!”
“I can't, I gotta go,” Fuck'n brother of the year over here. “You gonna be here a while,” She let go of my cock and was digging in her bag, “I'll be back in, I dunno . . .”
She cut me off, “We gonna finish quick,” And she dropped back down and started sucking my cock again.
I figured, this wouldn't take long any way. When the sensation changed. What the fuck is she doing down there? She was putting a condom on me. She stood up, dropped her Khakis, Propped her ass on the edge of a bar stool. She hitched her panties aside, and rubbed her pussy a bit. I assumed the position between her legs while peeking at the staff and clientele. She reached down and guided me into her. I slid right in. She clenched with her pussy. I reached around the stool behind her and braced my hands. This brought us face to face. We began to kiss. I pumped in and out of her with that same subtle motion as when I was amazed how good her leg felt. Now in her pussy. Five oblivious strangers in the room. If any of them looked our way, they'd catch an obstructed glimpse of two lovers making out. I ground my cock into her wet pussy. No moisture with my sheathed cock sticking through the fly of my jeans. But I could feel her sloppiness through the latex. She squeezed and I pumped and we sucked face. I picked up the pace and we increased intensity. I was thinking about her perfect tits, how I couldn't get at them. Worked my dick into her. I thought about this mouth locked on mine, how I wanted more of it. The opposite of thinking of things to delay cumming. Quick and short thrusts, lots of friction on that fat cock head. I wanted to cum before we got caught, but I needed her to enjoy this enough to let me fuck her again. And then I felt her pussy spasm.
She stopped kissing me and said, “Almost.” She smelled like Heineken. Her hands around the back of my neck. Impaling her self on my rod. “Almost.” My cock was ready to pop. It would have been apparent from the slightest glimpse, we were fucking. We were oblivious ones. There was nothing in the world at that moment but our mutual ecstasy. “Almoaoaoast!” I couldn't hold back, and started to gush. Still bucking like a bronco. We were forehead to forehead. I was balls deep. I ejaculated another spurt. It felt like a gallon, she moaned, I knew she felt my cock quaking inside her. Eye contact and beer breath. Her pussy clenched and she moaned again and squealed a bit at the end. My cock trembled with one last gush.
I looked around, no one seemed the wiser. It all took place, from the mid fellatio phone call to the simultaneous climax, in less than four minuets. I yanked off the rubber and wrapped it in my bar napkin. Dorita put her shorts back on while I put my dick away. The other sad strippers was walking our way, trying to see past the big fancy coffee machine. Aware, maybe, that we had been up to no good. I tucked a dollar in her G-string and sent her on her sad way.
“You gonna be here when I get back?” I asked and guzzled the rest of my beer.
Dorita slid her hand up under my shirt and dragged her fingernails gently down my side, “You don't have enough?”
“No,” I squeezed her tit through her shirt. “I want more. You know I love these tits, I want to suck them like baby too.”
“Okay baby,” She finished her beer, “I be around, you find me. We gonna have a lot more fun.”
The first time I experienced that was with a Dominican MILF named Ellie. It was a crowded Saturday night. Up until then I only ever went in there on week days after work, I knew it was seedy, but not like that. Ellie unzipped my fly, reached in and just pulled my cock out. She squeezed it and tugged on it a while. My head was on a nervous swivel. Looking around the room I missed her dig some sort of lube out of her bag. Caught me off guard with that, I busted almost instantaneously. All over the floor. She was pissed. I learned later it was customary to give them a little warning to get a napkin ready. Years later, more of a savvy sex trade veteran I helped Ellie get a job a Hispanic massage parlor/brothel. But that's another story. I was at a closed door party there once, basically an orgy. But this isn't that story either. This is the story of Dorita.
Dorita was a dark skinned Brazilian, maybe 35. She looked African American, till she spoke. And she could actually speak English. Most of these girls could barely grunt out enough to get through a basic transaction. Dorita spoke well enough to get my jokes, and even be funny herself. She'd sing to me. That's how we first hit it off. Damn near turned the place into a karaoke bar a few times. I had seen her in there many times, tipped her a dollar here and there across the bar. But she wasn't one to have a drink with the slobs in there. She drank Heineken all shift long, but with the pool players who ignored the girls. Even once she started drinking with me, it never got much past singing. And a little groping, she had the most magnificent feeling breasts. She was slim, but soft, with a plump bottom. Thick lips and a pretty, toothy smile. Not real pretty over all mind you. Kind of ugly actually. But that body was sexy. And she was fun. Her skin was smooth smooth smooth, with a good completion, on her body especially. And those tits. Not really big, but natural. So soft and squeezable, with just the right amount of sag to them. She'd let me feel her up, and she'd tease my cock with a bit of hip friction. Grinding on my hard on through denim. But she wasn't one who jerked guys off for tips. Stands out in my mind in retrospect, a time I had those tits in my hands, her knee fucking me through my pants like only a professional stripper can. I was so horny for her. I said right in her ear, “God I wanna fuck you!”
Dorita said, “Any time.” Straight face. I thought it was stripper shtick. Turns out she meant it.
Few weeks after that exchange I stopped in a different titty bar, up the street. I forget the name but its' the same type place. Jizz on the floors. The lights too low and bad music way too loud. Old broads with fat asses and saggy fleshy jugs. I was about the only white guy ever in either place. Who do I find there but Dorita. Only she wasn't working. She was dressed like a civilian. No sexy outfit, just khaki shorts and a tee shirt. She was drinking Heineken alone three pm or so on a weekday. I ordered a beer and sat alone too. I didn't want to bug her. But she saw me and flagged me over. We finished our beers and I bought another round. We talked a bit. She was there contemplating making a move to dancing in this place. It was a shorter walk from her apartment. I told her I was just killing time waiting for a call, I had to pick my brother from the airport. Told her if I went to the regular spot where the girls all knew me I wouldn't want to leave.
“Having too much fun like this,” She grabbed my package through my pants. “You don't want to leave when they got you by the dick?”I nearly spit my beer. She had a naughty look on her face that said we were gonna have some fun.“You like those girls, you get a hand job from them but you don't have no fun with me.”
I answered, “We have good times, I just thought you didn't do that.”
“I don't do for money, I do 'cause I like you.” She touched my face “You like a baby.”
She hadn't removed her other hand from my groin, “Would you like to give me a Hand Job Dorita?”
“A hand job?” with a furrowed brow, “Okay.” She unzipped my fly and without breaking eye contact said, “Take it out.”
I took it out.
Dortita's facial expression could only be described as gleeful. She sat on a bar stool turned toward me. I turned so I stood between her knees. Lined up just right that if she scooted forward on the seat I could stick it right in her snatch just like this. The bar tender, two sad looking strippers, and one drunk Mexican made up the rest of the occupancy. All of whom were used to this sort of thing happening. As long as I kept buying drinks, nobody would give a shit.
“Look at that,” My cock was maybe half hard. She touched it gently and it filled towards three quarters. “Gotta big head.” She squeezed it and it filled some more. “A big head feel nice inside.” Filled a little more “Aye is still growing!”
I've got a normal to smallish dick, maybe six inches but a grower, and it does have a fat mushroom on top. I'm sort of short too, and kind of fat. I can't explain her interest in me. Must be a sex addict, guess it takes one to get it on with one in a dive bar.
Her expression changed, she looked eager. She had sort of a loose grip on me, she'd tighten slightly as she pulled toward her. Then loosened again and pushed toward me. One of the sad strippers came over, pulled back her bikini top to give me a landing spot for a single. Didn't even dance, or smile. Her and Dorita spoke in Spanish. And in a few seconds she was gone. All the while, tighten and pull, loosen and push, tighten and pull. Dorita broke rhythm for a second and looked down at my cock in her palm.
She whistled, then leaned into me and said, “I wanna suck out the milk like a baby suck a bottle.”
She planted a big wet kiss on my lips. I opened my mouth to reciprocate. She tasted like Heineken. Pulling away with a suck on my bottom lip. All the while stroking my cock. Her thumb and first two finger gripping my shaft, the palm and other two fingers dragging around the engorged head. I was mesmerized. By her smooth and strong hand. By the public thrill. But at that moment most of all by the thought that I might have a chance at entering that mouth I was just kissing. It was an absolute sex organ. I grinned. She smiled, and kept tugging.
Just then the door opened. Light filled the room for a second. A second Mexican cast a momentary shadow. Dorita stopped again. I scooted closer, between her legs. She pressed my cock to her thigh to hide it as the guy walked towards us. The skin of her leg, below the hem her shorts was like silk. I took a pull off my beer and slightly moved my hips. Grinding the sensitive under side of my length against her thigh. Her eyes darted to mine. The guy walked passed. I continued to subtlety move, gliding my shaft along Dorita's velvety skin. Damn that felt good! I bet I could hump her leg to completion. Dorita watched over her shoulder as the guy went into the bathroom.
“Your skin is amazing,” I turned myself a bit to facilitate some casual public thigh fucking.
She took my cock and spanked it against her leg, “You like?”
Smack smack smack, my swollen cock against her plump leg, then she let me rub on her a while before cock flogging her leg some more. Looking down at my white dick on her black leg she said, “Your dick is so clean.”
So clean? I hope that was bad translation from what she meant to say. Or else she's used to handling some fucked up peckers. Before I got a chance to clarify the new Mexican burst out of the bathroom to join the original one. The sad stripped moped over to them. Dorita looked around and motioned to another spot at the bar. “Let's go over there.”
I followed Dorita over to the other spot with my dick out. No one could see me from the waist down anyway. We moved to the opposite turn of the bar from the other patrons. Not on a path to the bathroom, and there was a big coffee machine blocking anyone’s view of us. The Portuguese love their coffee. I had my back to the only path past us as I put my drink on the bar, Dorita with her back to the coffee machine. I craned my neck around, realizing what a secluded area within a still public space she had found. When suddenly, my knees buckled at a completely unexpected sensation. My dick was in a mouth!
Ever find your dick in a mouth at a time and place you'd have never thought it at all possible? Holy schmoley! Dorita was ducked down under the bar with that beer wet mouth wrapped around my twitching cock. She basted it with three or four deep trips down it's length before popping back up beside me. I swear I damn near came. She looked around to see if she'd been spotted. Looked at me with an odd pride and disappeared again. This time I could brace myself. That big head she liked was being caressed by those big lips I liked. Then her lips slid deep to the base. Her tongue licked away underneath, then slithered back to the tip as she pulled back off. I was already trying not to cum. She opened wide and took another gulp, dragging her lips around the whole circumference on the off stroke. Sucking hard. Another opened mouth thrust. Wiggling side to side on the way down. Tonging the whole way in. I was about to bust. She dragged that mushroom head along the inside of her cheek on the way out this time. Then it happened. My phone rang. It was my brother from the airport. I didn't want to leave!
“Hello?! You're here!?” She head me talking and peeked up, probably thinking we'd been spotted. Saw me talking on the phone, and popped up beside me wiping her mouth. “Just landed. Okay I guess I have to head over. I'm in town I'll be there by the time you get you bags, alright bye.”
Dorita was jerking me off already, “You gonna go?” She looked stunned. “Tell him take a cab!”
“I can't, I gotta go,” Fuck'n brother of the year over here. “You gonna be here a while,” She let go of my cock and was digging in her bag, “I'll be back in, I dunno . . .”
She cut me off, “We gonna finish quick,” And she dropped back down and started sucking my cock again.
I figured, this wouldn't take long any way. When the sensation changed. What the fuck is she doing down there? She was putting a condom on me. She stood up, dropped her Khakis, Propped her ass on the edge of a bar stool. She hitched her panties aside, and rubbed her pussy a bit. I assumed the position between her legs while peeking at the staff and clientele. She reached down and guided me into her. I slid right in. She clenched with her pussy. I reached around the stool behind her and braced my hands. This brought us face to face. We began to kiss. I pumped in and out of her with that same subtle motion as when I was amazed how good her leg felt. Now in her pussy. Five oblivious strangers in the room. If any of them looked our way, they'd catch an obstructed glimpse of two lovers making out. I ground my cock into her wet pussy. No moisture with my sheathed cock sticking through the fly of my jeans. But I could feel her sloppiness through the latex. She squeezed and I pumped and we sucked face. I picked up the pace and we increased intensity. I was thinking about her perfect tits, how I couldn't get at them. Worked my dick into her. I thought about this mouth locked on mine, how I wanted more of it. The opposite of thinking of things to delay cumming. Quick and short thrusts, lots of friction on that fat cock head. I wanted to cum before we got caught, but I needed her to enjoy this enough to let me fuck her again. And then I felt her pussy spasm.
She stopped kissing me and said, “Almost.” She smelled like Heineken. Her hands around the back of my neck. Impaling her self on my rod. “Almost.” My cock was ready to pop. It would have been apparent from the slightest glimpse, we were fucking. We were oblivious ones. There was nothing in the world at that moment but our mutual ecstasy. “Almoaoaoast!” I couldn't hold back, and started to gush. Still bucking like a bronco. We were forehead to forehead. I was balls deep. I ejaculated another spurt. It felt like a gallon, she moaned, I knew she felt my cock quaking inside her. Eye contact and beer breath. Her pussy clenched and she moaned again and squealed a bit at the end. My cock trembled with one last gush.
I looked around, no one seemed the wiser. It all took place, from the mid fellatio phone call to the simultaneous climax, in less than four minuets. I yanked off the rubber and wrapped it in my bar napkin. Dorita put her shorts back on while I put my dick away. The other sad strippers was walking our way, trying to see past the big fancy coffee machine. Aware, maybe, that we had been up to no good. I tucked a dollar in her G-string and sent her on her sad way.
“You gonna be here when I get back?” I asked and guzzled the rest of my beer.
Dorita slid her hand up under my shirt and dragged her fingernails gently down my side, “You don't have enough?”
“No,” I squeezed her tit through her shirt. “I want more. You know I love these tits, I want to suck them like baby too.”
“Okay baby,” She finished her beer, “I be around, you find me. We gonna have a lot more fun.”
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