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“So, Ronnie, how about another drink?” George asked me.
“Oh, George, I’m so drunk, but what the hell, sure, I’ll have another.”
“Thassa boy,” said George.
“Let me hit the head, George,” I said and slid out of the tavern booth, then staggered to the bathroom.
Once inside, I locked the door long enough to take off my pants, then my jockey briefs. and stuff them in my pants pocket after I’d put my pants back on. I looked at my swaying image in the old mirror over the sink. I smirked and pulled down my fly, and pulled out my hard cock. Then I almost fell over, and decided to stick my cock back in my pants and pull up my zipper before exiting the bathroom.
My cock formed a tent in my trousers as I staggered back to the booth. I was so fucked up I didn’t care who saw it.
George slid closer to me in the tavern booth.
He was soon unzipping my fly. I had a huge boner. I couldn’t believe this was happening, but I was loving every minute.
I glanced at the old clock on the wall: 4:12 P.M.
“Umm, Ronnie, would you like me to stroke your boner, would that turn you on?” George whispered in my ear.
“Oh yes, George, make my dick feel good!”
“How’s this, do you like the way I stroke it, Ronnie?”
“Oh yes, George, that feels really good.”
Just then two guys who apparently were friends with George stopped at our table. George was stroking me underneath the table so they couldn’t see.
“Hey, guys, how’s it going? Have a seat and have a drink with me and my friend Ronnie.”
They sat down. I checked them out. Real cuties, I’d guess in their 60s. Perfect, I thought. I love older men.
George felt my cock grow bigger at the sight of them.
“Ronnie,” said George. “These are two of my buddies. This is Tom and this is Warren.”
I looked up at them and smiled. I was pleasantly surprised by these two hunks appearing, my cock got harder and harder as I checked them out. This was not lost on George, of course, since he had been feeling my hardon and balls for a while now underneath the table.
“Say, Tom, why not get comfortable and slide in next to Ronnie? She’s got something I think she’d love to show you.”
Tom slid up so he was to my left.
I grabbed his right hand and put it on my boner. Then I looked at him and puckered my lips.
Tom felt my throbbing member and stroked it.
I turned to him and looked into his eyes saying, “You dirty fucker, stroke my cock.”
Soon I squirt out some very hot and wet precum onto his gorgeous hand.
Then I paused to gain some self-control over the cock juice still in me, not yet spilled out
Gooey white cum spunk still in my balls.
George then said, “Hey, why don’t we all head back to my place.”
We headed out. As I staggered toward the car, Tom started grabbing and massaging my ass.
At the car, Warren got in front with George.
I took off all my clothes with Tom’s help and we got in the back seat.
I laid across the back seat and undid Tom’s belt and zipper and pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees. I rubbed his big, veiny cock all over my face, licking it as I did.
“Oh, baby, mmm” I moaned and took his hot throbbing member into my mouth, moving my mouth up and down on his shaft. I glanced up to see Warren staring at this spectacle from the front seat.
Mmm, I love an audience while I’m blowing a guy. Makes me feel real slutty.
“Here, baby”, said Tom and he pulled out a flask filled with whiskey that he’d had in his pocket.
He opened the flask, then said, “Open wide, you whore!” and poured quite a bit of whiskey down my throat.
Then I returned to blowing him.
Soon Tom moaned, “I’m gonna come!”
I pulled my mouth off his cock and aimed it at my face. He shot his huge load of spunk all over my face. It was warm and salty; I loved it.
I licked my spunk covered lips, then wiped my hand across my face before licking the cum off it.
“Who’s next?” I asked, slurring my speech as I was now in a bit of a drunken stupor.
Warren said to George, “Hey, man, pull over so I can change places with Tom.”
George pulled over and let Tom and Warren switch places.
“Mmm, baby, I want you to ride my cock!”
Warren slipped off his pants and then got on top of me, stroking his dick against mine.
“Oh God, I’m going to cum!” I yelled and shot my sperm all over Warren’s cock.
Warren cursed, saying, “Damn, I didn’t get a chance to come!”
“Now, now, Sugar,” I slurred. “You just sit back and let Ronnie take care of that bulging dick!”
Warren sat back and I sat next to him, then leaned over and started licking his balls and cock, which were covered with my own spunk.
“Mmm. Baby,” I moaned and licked and swallowed my own cream off of his balls and dick.
This obviously turned Warren on, as his cock grew even larger and he looked at me, saying, “You are such a whore!”
“Shut up, baby,” I responded. “Shoot your cum load all over me!” I was sucking his swollen dick with an appreciative, “Mmm”, as I let him fuck my mouth. Soon his cock shot white delicious cum goo into the back of my throat. I swallowed his huge load, then reached up and kissed him on the mouth.
Just as he shot his load into my mouth, George pulled into his driveway and up to his house. We slipped our clothes back on and got out of the car. I staggered over to George and put my arms around him.
“Your turn, stud!” I said in a very slurry speech.
George responded, “Oh, I’ve still got plans for you, honey. But first let’s go inside. I’ve got some great blow.”
“Oh George,” I said, “You certainly know the way to a girl’s heart.”
I loved blow. It would straighten me up somewhat, which I needed since I was so bombed right now. It also made me incredibly horny.
We headed in and George cut up some coke, then put out several lines for each of us.
The clock on the wall read 6:15 P.M.
When I do coke, I lose all my common sense and become every man’s sleazy fantasy.
I snorted a couple of lines and WOW, my body tingled and my cock swelled.
I had to strip again, after which I sat down again at the table where we all were, and my swollen cock at attention pressed against me at the the top of my tummy. I glanced around to see all eyes on my gorgeous penis, and precum now escaped onto the top of my wondrous prick.
I looked down at my prick and giggled.
I reached down and scooped up some precum onto my finger, which I then raised to my mouth. I licked the finger, then reached down for some more.
“I’m such a slut,” I giggled.
“You certainly are,” said George. “And that is why I want you to go out on my deck, where all my neighbors can see you, and I want you to dance. I’ll pipe out some slow sexy blues for you to dance to.“
“But first, to get you primed, here are a few more lines.”
After snorting these, I headed out onto the deck. The thing about coke is, if I do enough, I don’t care who sees me doing what. I may regret it the next day, but for now, fuck it, who cares, as long as it feels good.
I leaned against the deck railing, proudly diplaying my cock which stood at attention for all to see. I looked down at my swollen member, and the sight of it excited me beyond description and it grew even harder and I could feel my precum leaking out.
I gyrated my hips from side to side while holding onto the railing behind me and sticking out my cute boy titties.
Then I looked around and who did I see but Norman Slater standing on his lit deck, staring at me as though he couldn’t believe what he saw. Norman was a local scoutmaster with a reputation in certain “in the know” circles of being very fond of seeing his scouts out of uniform whenever he could trust one to do so without telling. I had been one he could trust.
I used to go to his house, drink screwdrivers with him. Then I’d begin stripping in front of him. Though I didn’t really understand the dynamic of the relationship yet, I had noticed for a while now how Mr. Slater would look at me at various times.
I enjoyed his lecherous gaze. I wanted to feel a bit slutty.
I became his best gal for the evening.
Of course, most of the town was ignorant of this, and saw him as a selfless dedicated volunteer with no motive other than the wellbeing of the scouts under his watch.
Now, tonight, I waved to him and he pointed to himself in disbelief.
“Yes, you,” I nodded.
Then I turned around and showed off my hot ass to Norman. I could see him grabbing at his cock through his pants.
I turned around again and waved to him to come on over.
I was so turned on, knowing the effect I was having on this older man and pillar of the community.
He disappeared, only to show up shortly after on the steps to the deck.
“Say,” he said, “Do you think we could lower the lights.”
I called to George and explained the problem.
George said, “No problem, I can soften the lights,” which he then proceeded to do.
Now Norman felt safe enough to walk up onto the deck.
I walked over to him, making no attempt to hide my raging hardon.
“Mmm, Norman,” I purred. “Let me see your manhood.”
So saying, I got on my knees in front of him, undid his belt and pants, pulled down his fly so his pants dropped to his knees.
“Oh Norman, what a beautiful cock” I exclaimed. I grabbed his erect boner and rubbed it all over my face. This seemed to turn him on, as his prick got even bigger and harder.
“Oh, baby, you’re such a slut,” moaned Norman.
“Yes, I’m your dirty slut. You love it when I rub your cock all over my face like the dirty whore that I am, don’t you, Norman?”
“Oh yeah, you dirty tramp,” he moaned.
“And how about if I lick and suck those crème-filled balls of yours, would that turn you on, baby?”
“Yes,” he sighed. “Please do it, honey.”
And so, holding up his stiff rod with my hand, I licked his balls. Then I put one in my mouth and tongued and sucked it, then the other.
“Mmm,” I groaned. Then I licked my tongue up and down his shaft repeatedly. I teased the tip with my tongue until some delicious, salty precum started coming out.
I rubbed his cock tip gently with my index finger, rubbing it in a small circular motion so that more precum emerged. I collected it on the tip of my finger, then stuck the finger in my mouth to suck off all that lovely jizz.
“Oh Norman, rub your sweaty cock all over my face. Fuck my face.”
I laid back on the deck and he straddled my face with his cock and balls. Then he began fucking my face. His wad, leaking precum, rubbed all over my face.
I grabbed his juicy cock and stuck it in my mouth.
Soon he was blowing his hot delicious load into my throat, and I was drinking it down like cream soda.
Then the guys all appeared, applauding.
I continued sucking his cock. I wanted every last bit of crème. Then I laid back, feeling absolutely marvelous.
However, George’s plans were not yet completed. He even talked Norman into joining us,
“Where ya going?” asked Norman.
George replied, “Why, I thought we’d take Ronnie here and exhibit her to the town some.”
“Ooh, sounds like fun,” I moaned.
“Yeah, well, follow me, Ronnie, so I can choose your attire for the remainder of the evening.”
I followed George to a room upstairs which was filled with women’s wear.
I never asked him where it was from. And he never offered any information.
These clothes tended to err on the side of slutty, which suited me fine.
“Here you go, start with these baby,” said George, handing me some exquisite blue-violet nylon panties.
I slipped these on.
He then handed me a package of black pantyhose. I opened it and slipped them on as well.
Then he gave me a short pink halter top. The panties and pantyhose were in plain view.
Finally, he gave me some high heeled sandals with straps I tied around my legs.
“That’s it,” said George.
“You’re k**ding, right?” I asked in disbelief.
“No, my I present…you. Tonight you’re feeling quite the exhibitionist, no?”
“But I don’t want to get in trouble…”
“You won’t, not at the club we’re heading to. Let’s go, it’ll be fun.”
“But you’re sure…”
“I promise you nothing will happen. That’s the beauty of this place we’re going. It’s a private after-hours club.”
I freshened my makeup, then we all-we were five now, including Norman- piled into the car and headed out, George at the wheel.
We drove several miles, the last couple of which were pretty rural. An occasional farm. No street lights. The chirp of crickets outside.
It was getting me horny. Especially after we did a few more lines.
We drove off the dirt road we were on and onto a smaller dirt road, which took us to a parking lot and tavern.
We all got out. It was dark except for a couple of lamplights on either side of the club entrance. The windows were blacked out.
My cock was rock hard, the tip popping out over the top of my panties.
I’d often fantasized about going to a club dressed like this, but I’d never gone through with it, until now.
I tucked my cock back into my panties and headed in. The others followed.
All men, mostly middle-aged and older. And judging by how they were staring at me, I’d say these men were mostly lonely.
Mmm, this could be fun!
I headed straight for the bar.
The bartender soon found me, and asked what I’d have
“Whatever the lady wants. On me.”
I looked around to see a cute gentleman in his 60s. Mmmmmmmmm, I so dig older men.
“Thanks, honey,” I sighed. “I’ll have a screwdriver, make it a double.”
The bartender brought over the drink.
I drank it straight down.
Empty.
“Another for the lady, whatever she desires. In fact, just start a tab and she can have whatever she likes.”
I smiled.
I still had a lot of drinking to do this evening.
“Another double screwdriver, please,” I asked the bartender.
He brought it over and I drank it straight down.
Then I sat myself down.
Soon the guy to my left got up and left with some buddies.
I signaled to my admirer to sit down next to me. The guys I’d arrived with were standing around behind me. George especially seemed amused by what was happening
After my admirer had sat, I looked closely into his eyes, I could tell he found me enchanting and wanted to do a lot more with me tonight.
“Let me buy you a beer,” he said. “What will it be?”
“Oh, baby, I’d love a Bud on tap.”
“You’ve got it, doll.”
The bartender brought over a nice foamy Bud in a heavy brew glass.
“Mmm, thanks, Sam,” I told the bartender. Then I put the glass to my lips and drank the brew straight down.
I looked over at my admirer. 60ish, slim, tall, handsome face.
“Say, you’re cute,” I remarked. “ I really like older men you know.” Then I put my hand on his thigh and rubbed it a bit.
“Do you like to play pool,” I asked him.
“I love pool. There’s a free table. Shall we play?”
“Yes, lets,” I responded, and stood up. I was unsteady on my feet, so my admirer put his arm around my waist and helped me navigate over to the table.
“What game shall we play?” Alex asked me.
“How about 8-ball?” I asked. 8-ball is my best game as well as my favorite.
“Are we betting?” I asked. “And I didn’t catch your name.”
“Alex,” he said, “But my friends call me Al. Tell you what. If you win, I pay you $50. If I win, you remove your panties. You can keep the pantyhose on.”
This provoked applause from those nearby who could overhear our conversation.
“Okay, Al, but I’m gonna hate taking your money.”
We flipped a coin for the break. I won and broke, knocked one ball in. I then knocked in a few more before missing.
Al stood up at the table and began shooting. He got all the balls in, followed by the eight ball.
That really turned me on. He was a real pool shark, and a very sexy one at that.
He turned to me and said, “Don’t worry about taking off the panties. You had no idea what a pool hustler I am.”
I looked around at all the guys watching me, then looked back at Al. I’ve always loved exhibitionism. And tonight was no different.
“No,” said I. “We had a deal and you won fair and square. Excuse me a minute.” Then I headed for the bathroom. Inside it smelled of urine and male sweat, and strangely the combination of these smells really turned me on. I removed my sandals, and pulled the pantyhose down and off. I was left wearing the cute pink halter top, my panties, and my sandals. I looked in the mirror and teased my hair some. As I looked down at my panties, my hard boner stood out under the hose. Possibly because of all the booze, I was getting more and more excited thinking about walking out to bar with my cock and ass clearly visible now through the panty hose.
(To Be Continued)
“Oh, George, I’m so drunk, but what the hell, sure, I’ll have another.”
“Thassa boy,” said George.
“Let me hit the head, George,” I said and slid out of the tavern booth, then staggered to the bathroom.
Once inside, I locked the door long enough to take off my pants, then my jockey briefs. and stuff them in my pants pocket after I’d put my pants back on. I looked at my swaying image in the old mirror over the sink. I smirked and pulled down my fly, and pulled out my hard cock. Then I almost fell over, and decided to stick my cock back in my pants and pull up my zipper before exiting the bathroom.
My cock formed a tent in my trousers as I staggered back to the booth. I was so fucked up I didn’t care who saw it.
George slid closer to me in the tavern booth.
He was soon unzipping my fly. I had a huge boner. I couldn’t believe this was happening, but I was loving every minute.
I glanced at the old clock on the wall: 4:12 P.M.
“Umm, Ronnie, would you like me to stroke your boner, would that turn you on?” George whispered in my ear.
“Oh yes, George, make my dick feel good!”
“How’s this, do you like the way I stroke it, Ronnie?”
“Oh yes, George, that feels really good.”
Just then two guys who apparently were friends with George stopped at our table. George was stroking me underneath the table so they couldn’t see.
“Hey, guys, how’s it going? Have a seat and have a drink with me and my friend Ronnie.”
They sat down. I checked them out. Real cuties, I’d guess in their 60s. Perfect, I thought. I love older men.
George felt my cock grow bigger at the sight of them.
“Ronnie,” said George. “These are two of my buddies. This is Tom and this is Warren.”
I looked up at them and smiled. I was pleasantly surprised by these two hunks appearing, my cock got harder and harder as I checked them out. This was not lost on George, of course, since he had been feeling my hardon and balls for a while now underneath the table.
“Say, Tom, why not get comfortable and slide in next to Ronnie? She’s got something I think she’d love to show you.”
Tom slid up so he was to my left.
I grabbed his right hand and put it on my boner. Then I looked at him and puckered my lips.
Tom felt my throbbing member and stroked it.
I turned to him and looked into his eyes saying, “You dirty fucker, stroke my cock.”
Soon I squirt out some very hot and wet precum onto his gorgeous hand.
Then I paused to gain some self-control over the cock juice still in me, not yet spilled out
Gooey white cum spunk still in my balls.
George then said, “Hey, why don’t we all head back to my place.”
We headed out. As I staggered toward the car, Tom started grabbing and massaging my ass.
At the car, Warren got in front with George.
I took off all my clothes with Tom’s help and we got in the back seat.
I laid across the back seat and undid Tom’s belt and zipper and pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees. I rubbed his big, veiny cock all over my face, licking it as I did.
“Oh, baby, mmm” I moaned and took his hot throbbing member into my mouth, moving my mouth up and down on his shaft. I glanced up to see Warren staring at this spectacle from the front seat.
Mmm, I love an audience while I’m blowing a guy. Makes me feel real slutty.
“Here, baby”, said Tom and he pulled out a flask filled with whiskey that he’d had in his pocket.
He opened the flask, then said, “Open wide, you whore!” and poured quite a bit of whiskey down my throat.
Then I returned to blowing him.
Soon Tom moaned, “I’m gonna come!”
I pulled my mouth off his cock and aimed it at my face. He shot his huge load of spunk all over my face. It was warm and salty; I loved it.
I licked my spunk covered lips, then wiped my hand across my face before licking the cum off it.
“Who’s next?” I asked, slurring my speech as I was now in a bit of a drunken stupor.
Warren said to George, “Hey, man, pull over so I can change places with Tom.”
George pulled over and let Tom and Warren switch places.
“Mmm, baby, I want you to ride my cock!”
Warren slipped off his pants and then got on top of me, stroking his dick against mine.
“Oh God, I’m going to cum!” I yelled and shot my sperm all over Warren’s cock.
Warren cursed, saying, “Damn, I didn’t get a chance to come!”
“Now, now, Sugar,” I slurred. “You just sit back and let Ronnie take care of that bulging dick!”
Warren sat back and I sat next to him, then leaned over and started licking his balls and cock, which were covered with my own spunk.
“Mmm. Baby,” I moaned and licked and swallowed my own cream off of his balls and dick.
This obviously turned Warren on, as his cock grew even larger and he looked at me, saying, “You are such a whore!”
“Shut up, baby,” I responded. “Shoot your cum load all over me!” I was sucking his swollen dick with an appreciative, “Mmm”, as I let him fuck my mouth. Soon his cock shot white delicious cum goo into the back of my throat. I swallowed his huge load, then reached up and kissed him on the mouth.
Just as he shot his load into my mouth, George pulled into his driveway and up to his house. We slipped our clothes back on and got out of the car. I staggered over to George and put my arms around him.
“Your turn, stud!” I said in a very slurry speech.
George responded, “Oh, I’ve still got plans for you, honey. But first let’s go inside. I’ve got some great blow.”
“Oh George,” I said, “You certainly know the way to a girl’s heart.”
I loved blow. It would straighten me up somewhat, which I needed since I was so bombed right now. It also made me incredibly horny.
We headed in and George cut up some coke, then put out several lines for each of us.
The clock on the wall read 6:15 P.M.
When I do coke, I lose all my common sense and become every man’s sleazy fantasy.
I snorted a couple of lines and WOW, my body tingled and my cock swelled.
I had to strip again, after which I sat down again at the table where we all were, and my swollen cock at attention pressed against me at the the top of my tummy. I glanced around to see all eyes on my gorgeous penis, and precum now escaped onto the top of my wondrous prick.
I looked down at my prick and giggled.
I reached down and scooped up some precum onto my finger, which I then raised to my mouth. I licked the finger, then reached down for some more.
“I’m such a slut,” I giggled.
“You certainly are,” said George. “And that is why I want you to go out on my deck, where all my neighbors can see you, and I want you to dance. I’ll pipe out some slow sexy blues for you to dance to.“
“But first, to get you primed, here are a few more lines.”
After snorting these, I headed out onto the deck. The thing about coke is, if I do enough, I don’t care who sees me doing what. I may regret it the next day, but for now, fuck it, who cares, as long as it feels good.
I leaned against the deck railing, proudly diplaying my cock which stood at attention for all to see. I looked down at my swollen member, and the sight of it excited me beyond description and it grew even harder and I could feel my precum leaking out.
I gyrated my hips from side to side while holding onto the railing behind me and sticking out my cute boy titties.
Then I looked around and who did I see but Norman Slater standing on his lit deck, staring at me as though he couldn’t believe what he saw. Norman was a local scoutmaster with a reputation in certain “in the know” circles of being very fond of seeing his scouts out of uniform whenever he could trust one to do so without telling. I had been one he could trust.
I used to go to his house, drink screwdrivers with him. Then I’d begin stripping in front of him. Though I didn’t really understand the dynamic of the relationship yet, I had noticed for a while now how Mr. Slater would look at me at various times.
I enjoyed his lecherous gaze. I wanted to feel a bit slutty.
I became his best gal for the evening.
Of course, most of the town was ignorant of this, and saw him as a selfless dedicated volunteer with no motive other than the wellbeing of the scouts under his watch.
Now, tonight, I waved to him and he pointed to himself in disbelief.
“Yes, you,” I nodded.
Then I turned around and showed off my hot ass to Norman. I could see him grabbing at his cock through his pants.
I turned around again and waved to him to come on over.
I was so turned on, knowing the effect I was having on this older man and pillar of the community.
He disappeared, only to show up shortly after on the steps to the deck.
“Say,” he said, “Do you think we could lower the lights.”
I called to George and explained the problem.
George said, “No problem, I can soften the lights,” which he then proceeded to do.
Now Norman felt safe enough to walk up onto the deck.
I walked over to him, making no attempt to hide my raging hardon.
“Mmm, Norman,” I purred. “Let me see your manhood.”
So saying, I got on my knees in front of him, undid his belt and pants, pulled down his fly so his pants dropped to his knees.
“Oh Norman, what a beautiful cock” I exclaimed. I grabbed his erect boner and rubbed it all over my face. This seemed to turn him on, as his prick got even bigger and harder.
“Oh, baby, you’re such a slut,” moaned Norman.
“Yes, I’m your dirty slut. You love it when I rub your cock all over my face like the dirty whore that I am, don’t you, Norman?”
“Oh yeah, you dirty tramp,” he moaned.
“And how about if I lick and suck those crème-filled balls of yours, would that turn you on, baby?”
“Yes,” he sighed. “Please do it, honey.”
And so, holding up his stiff rod with my hand, I licked his balls. Then I put one in my mouth and tongued and sucked it, then the other.
“Mmm,” I groaned. Then I licked my tongue up and down his shaft repeatedly. I teased the tip with my tongue until some delicious, salty precum started coming out.
I rubbed his cock tip gently with my index finger, rubbing it in a small circular motion so that more precum emerged. I collected it on the tip of my finger, then stuck the finger in my mouth to suck off all that lovely jizz.
“Oh Norman, rub your sweaty cock all over my face. Fuck my face.”
I laid back on the deck and he straddled my face with his cock and balls. Then he began fucking my face. His wad, leaking precum, rubbed all over my face.
I grabbed his juicy cock and stuck it in my mouth.
Soon he was blowing his hot delicious load into my throat, and I was drinking it down like cream soda.
Then the guys all appeared, applauding.
I continued sucking his cock. I wanted every last bit of crème. Then I laid back, feeling absolutely marvelous.
However, George’s plans were not yet completed. He even talked Norman into joining us,
“Where ya going?” asked Norman.
George replied, “Why, I thought we’d take Ronnie here and exhibit her to the town some.”
“Ooh, sounds like fun,” I moaned.
“Yeah, well, follow me, Ronnie, so I can choose your attire for the remainder of the evening.”
I followed George to a room upstairs which was filled with women’s wear.
I never asked him where it was from. And he never offered any information.
These clothes tended to err on the side of slutty, which suited me fine.
“Here you go, start with these baby,” said George, handing me some exquisite blue-violet nylon panties.
I slipped these on.
He then handed me a package of black pantyhose. I opened it and slipped them on as well.
Then he gave me a short pink halter top. The panties and pantyhose were in plain view.
Finally, he gave me some high heeled sandals with straps I tied around my legs.
“That’s it,” said George.
“You’re k**ding, right?” I asked in disbelief.
“No, my I present…you. Tonight you’re feeling quite the exhibitionist, no?”
“But I don’t want to get in trouble…”
“You won’t, not at the club we’re heading to. Let’s go, it’ll be fun.”
“But you’re sure…”
“I promise you nothing will happen. That’s the beauty of this place we’re going. It’s a private after-hours club.”
I freshened my makeup, then we all-we were five now, including Norman- piled into the car and headed out, George at the wheel.
We drove several miles, the last couple of which were pretty rural. An occasional farm. No street lights. The chirp of crickets outside.
It was getting me horny. Especially after we did a few more lines.
We drove off the dirt road we were on and onto a smaller dirt road, which took us to a parking lot and tavern.
We all got out. It was dark except for a couple of lamplights on either side of the club entrance. The windows were blacked out.
My cock was rock hard, the tip popping out over the top of my panties.
I’d often fantasized about going to a club dressed like this, but I’d never gone through with it, until now.
I tucked my cock back into my panties and headed in. The others followed.
All men, mostly middle-aged and older. And judging by how they were staring at me, I’d say these men were mostly lonely.
Mmm, this could be fun!
I headed straight for the bar.
The bartender soon found me, and asked what I’d have
“Whatever the lady wants. On me.”
I looked around to see a cute gentleman in his 60s. Mmmmmmmmm, I so dig older men.
“Thanks, honey,” I sighed. “I’ll have a screwdriver, make it a double.”
The bartender brought over the drink.
I drank it straight down.
Empty.
“Another for the lady, whatever she desires. In fact, just start a tab and she can have whatever she likes.”
I smiled.
I still had a lot of drinking to do this evening.
“Another double screwdriver, please,” I asked the bartender.
He brought it over and I drank it straight down.
Then I sat myself down.
Soon the guy to my left got up and left with some buddies.
I signaled to my admirer to sit down next to me. The guys I’d arrived with were standing around behind me. George especially seemed amused by what was happening
After my admirer had sat, I looked closely into his eyes, I could tell he found me enchanting and wanted to do a lot more with me tonight.
“Let me buy you a beer,” he said. “What will it be?”
“Oh, baby, I’d love a Bud on tap.”
“You’ve got it, doll.”
The bartender brought over a nice foamy Bud in a heavy brew glass.
“Mmm, thanks, Sam,” I told the bartender. Then I put the glass to my lips and drank the brew straight down.
I looked over at my admirer. 60ish, slim, tall, handsome face.
“Say, you’re cute,” I remarked. “ I really like older men you know.” Then I put my hand on his thigh and rubbed it a bit.
“Do you like to play pool,” I asked him.
“I love pool. There’s a free table. Shall we play?”
“Yes, lets,” I responded, and stood up. I was unsteady on my feet, so my admirer put his arm around my waist and helped me navigate over to the table.
“What game shall we play?” Alex asked me.
“How about 8-ball?” I asked. 8-ball is my best game as well as my favorite.
“Are we betting?” I asked. “And I didn’t catch your name.”
“Alex,” he said, “But my friends call me Al. Tell you what. If you win, I pay you $50. If I win, you remove your panties. You can keep the pantyhose on.”
This provoked applause from those nearby who could overhear our conversation.
“Okay, Al, but I’m gonna hate taking your money.”
We flipped a coin for the break. I won and broke, knocked one ball in. I then knocked in a few more before missing.
Al stood up at the table and began shooting. He got all the balls in, followed by the eight ball.
That really turned me on. He was a real pool shark, and a very sexy one at that.
He turned to me and said, “Don’t worry about taking off the panties. You had no idea what a pool hustler I am.”
I looked around at all the guys watching me, then looked back at Al. I’ve always loved exhibitionism. And tonight was no different.
“No,” said I. “We had a deal and you won fair and square. Excuse me a minute.” Then I headed for the bathroom. Inside it smelled of urine and male sweat, and strangely the combination of these smells really turned me on. I removed my sandals, and pulled the pantyhose down and off. I was left wearing the cute pink halter top, my panties, and my sandals. I looked in the mirror and teased my hair some. As I looked down at my panties, my hard boner stood out under the hose. Possibly because of all the booze, I was getting more and more excited thinking about walking out to bar with my cock and ass clearly visible now through the panty hose.
(To Be Continued)
Josephina
- 09.07.2022
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