Bars & Stars

I got to the bar right on time but I kept wondering if I’d remembered the time wrong or something. Because now it was a half hour past the time I was supposed to meet her and she still wasn’t there. And there’s something embarrassing about sitting alone in a bar on a Saturday night because you’ve been stood up. She was hot too. And seemed above board. We’d chatted a half dozen times online. She called me – always with her number blocked, to be sure, but still… Well, I guess I knew what all that was worth right at this moment: bupkiss.
It might not have been so bad if I still drank booze. Or smoked. But I was sitting at this university pub sipping a mineral water. And I was feeling old because, well, I was the oldest person in the room, except for the poor guy who was trying to sell flowers.
“You want flower for your lady?” he asked me.
I looked at the empty seats around me. ‘What lady?”
“The one you are meeting.”
She was now forty-five minutes and three bottles of mineral water late. I snorted. “There’s no one coming.”
“Then for good luck.”
I shrugged and gave him five bucks and he gave me a red rose, then patted me on the back.
After all that mineral water my bladder was stretched beyond human capacity. I asked the bartender to watch my stuff and shuffled off to get the only relief I was likely to experience that night.
The toilet stank like piss and beer and sweaty college boy hormones. And there were two dudes in there trying to figure out how best to purse their lips in a way that made them look sexy but not gay.
“Dude, the key is bottom lip,” the tall one said. “Like this.” And he stuck out his bottom lip.
“No, man,” the shorter one shot back. “You look like you’re pouting.”
“Exactly. Chicks dig guys that pout.”
Wow, these guys are our future, I thought to myself and shook off the last drops. I left them still debating the exactly relation of upper and lower lips and whether it was acceptable to use the tongue as a prop behind the lips.
Out at the bar there was someone sitting in my seat. Actually there were two someone’s – you and your friend. My first feeling was to be a bit pissed. I’d been gone less than two minutes, had my illusions in the potential of our youth shattered and returned to discover that someone was sitting on my coat and had put the mineral water bottle upside down in my glass. This was some night.
“Excuse me,” I said. “That was my seat.”
“No one was sitting here,” you replied.
“Um, my coat’s on the...”
You turned around and looked. “Oh, my god. I totally didn’t see that. I’m so stupid. I’m really sorry.”
Your friend laughed at you. “Retard. I was wondering what you were doing.”
“Why didn’t you say something,” you shot back.
“Because I figured you knew them or something.”
“It’s OK,” I interrupted. “Can I just grab my jacket?”
At the moment you looked at the mineral bottle half-floating in my glass and I think the rest of the puzzle snapped into place for you.
“That was your drink, wasn’t it? I’m such an idiot. I was just telling my friend this story about a guy and… I wasn’t paying attention. Can I buy you another?”
“Don’t worry about it. I was just…”
“I insist. Let me buy you another.” You waved the bartender over and ordered me another drink and one for each of you, some kind of purple martinis. Then you introduced yourselves. It was only at that moment that I noticed how pretty you are because before then you kind of had your back to me and all I could see was your blonde hair and your profile. Now you gave me a big toothy grin and, while you’re quite a bit younger than me, I couldn’t help but imagine you gobbling me up with those pearly whites of yours.
“A pleasure to meet you both,” I said. Then I picked up my mineral water and walked over to an empty table. You know how it is, you get stood up and your ego takes a bruising. You don’t exactly feel like hopping back into the saddle right away again.
So, I sat down and pulled out a book and sipped my mineral water. I figured I’d finish it off and head back home. It seems however that you had other plans because you and your friend came over and sat down at the table with me.
“Are you here alone?” you asked.
“Yeah,” I said and smiled. “Stood up.”
“Bummer,” your friend said. “That happened to me once.”
“What’d you do?”
“I picked someone else up,” she said. “Someone else better.” We laughed.
“Nice one,” you said and high-fived her. “Maybe that’s what you need to do,” you suggested to me.
“Maybe,” I said. “This bar’s not really my demographic.”
“Demographic?” you laughed. “Were you meeting someone for a date or to conduct research?” You took a sip of your martini and looked at me from under your lashes. I was starting to get the impression that you were both up to something.
“Maybe both.”
“Well, I’d do you,” your friend said and looked over at you.
You nodded. “Yeah, me too. Totally.”
“Are you making an offer or conducting a poll?” I asked.
The two of you looked at each other and smiled.
“She lives around the corner,” you said, leaving me no doubt as to the answer to my question. To underline the point you both threw back your martinis and stood up.
As we walked out the door and down the nearby sidestreet I asked, “was this your plan for the night or did you just get the idea when you saw me?” I was fishing for a compliment but I was also just interested.
You smiled. “My horoscope said that today a stranger would bring me and a friend closer together.”
“You can’t defy fate,” your friend informed me with a grin.
“No, I wouldn’t even want to try,” I replied. I felt like I was floating through a dream. Could this actually be happening?
I can only guess that your friend has some cash because her apartment was pretty sweet – a very stylish downtown loft. And if she’s a student and living alone in a place like that, she’s not flipping hamburgers on the weekend to pay the rent. I wasn’t about to complain or give a lesson in Marxist economics. There’s more than one way to fuck the bourgeoisie.
We walked through the door and your friend went to the fridge to make us some drinks and roll a joint. You were more hungry than thirsty though. You pushed me into the giant beanbag chair and climbed on top of me. I could feel your firm ass through my jeans and it gave me an instant boner.
I looked up at your kissable lips, at your hair that was golden and creamy all at once, and into your eyes where I could see trouble brewing like a bush fire. I’ll never forget your impish smile as you leaned forward to kiss me. Nor how loud your heart was pounding. You were acting brave but the sound of your heart gave you away and when I took your hand I could feel it was sweaty and shaking. That you made the first move even though you were nervous made you even more hot to me.
“Fuck the drinks,” you called over your shoulder to your friend. “Get in here.”
You pulled me to my feet as your friend came back in the room. She’d already stripped down to her bra and panties and she was something to look at, though you’d already won my heart.
“Mmmm,” she said as she stood and looked at me, and I looked at her. “Let’s strip him.” Yeah, you had my heart but I decided that I was willing to give her a major organ too.
You stepped forward and tore off my jacket. And your friend came over and undid the buckle on my belt. Then you peeled my shirt over my head as she pushed my pants down to my ankles and helped me step out of them.
“Pinch me,” I asked you. You understood my meaning and smiled. Then you pulled me towards you and bit my cheek. “Ow,” I laughed and turned my head to kiss you.
God, your lips were so soft and your tongue darted in and out of my mouth like a bee in a wildflower garden. You wrapped your arms around my head and pulled it tight to you, stroking my head and hair.
I’d almost forgotten about your friend when I felt her mouth wrap around my cock and my knees buckled. But you kept me upright and focused with your quicksilver tongue and your hands, comically, on my ears.
The pleasure of two mouths was like a sensory overload and I had to focus on one at a time. As much as I loved your friend’s blowjob, it was your kisses that I let wash over me. It was partly because I didn’t want to cum too soon and partly because you’re just a great kisser.
But there’s no doubt that your friend’s mouth was getting me hot. More than anything I wanted to rip your clothes off. It was almost impossible to focus on the tiny buttons the held your shirt closed, followed by the complicated clasp on your bra. It’s a miracle of concentration that I managed to get through it but then maybe you were guiding me. It’s all a blur.
What I remember is the first touch of your breast in my hands. The skin, so soft, and your nipples, so hard. They brushed against the palm of my hand and you gasped lightly at the stimulation. Then I stroked and twisted them softly as we kissed deeply and your body undulated for the first time as you gasped at my touch.
“I want to eat your pussy,” I told you.
“God, yes.”
I reached behind you and unzipped your skirt, letting it fall to the floor. I opened my eyes so that I could take my first look at you naked. It wasn’t a disappointment. Your curves - from your waist to your hips, from your back to your ass – were breathtaking. I wanted to trace those curves with my fingers and my tongue. You were like Venus.
Down at my waist your friend was putting in great effort on my cock as she played with herself. One hand stroked my shaft and balls as her other hand was buried deep in her panties.
I reached down and lifted her chin to me. “Let’s go to the bed,” I said and she nodded, panting and shaking.
As the three of us arrived at the bed I turned to you. “I want to see you eat her hot pussy.”
“I thought you were going to eat my pussy?” you asked.
“I am if you eat her right. Don’t you want to give your friend something special?”
“Oh, god,” she said. “Yes, please, please eat my pussy. I’m so fucking hot.”
You smiled at me. “A stranger will bring you and a friend closer together.”
“Exactly.”
You turned to her and pushed her onto the bed on her back. She scrabbled backwards up to the end of the bed and waited. Then you climbed onto the bed towards her, your legs on either side of her. In the full-sized mirror on the wall behind her headboard I could see the dirty grin you wore. Every inch closer to her you came, the more she was panting – and that was turning you on. I stroked my cock and let this moment play out.
You told me that when you first kissed her it was like a jolt of electricity shot down your body into your pussy and then bounced back up, through your mouth and into her. I swear that I saw you both jump from the electricity of the moment. In one moment your mouths were on each other and in the next your legs were intertwined and you were grinding your pussies against each other.
I admit that I was a little jealous watching how much pleasure you were giving each other but it was also a beautiful thing to watch. And my cock was so hard that I had to be careful not to push myself over the edge. There was no way I was going to cum by my own hand tonight.
You both moaned and writhed in each others’ arms and kisses. I could see that you were both soaking wet. Then, somehow, she spun around underneath you so that her head was underneath your pussy, as yours was over top of hers. She grabbed your ass cheeks, spreading them and pulled your hot wetness onto her mouth.
You let out a loud curse and a squeal then you returned the favour to her, fucking your friend with your tongue, as you pushed her legs all the way back to get a deeper penetration.
I watched for maybe a minute, mesmerized by the intensity of the pleasure you each were feeling and by how naturally you explored each others’ bodies. Then I exhaled and regained my senses. I knew I had to be part of this circle of pleasure; it was a moment I couldn’t let pass.
I climbed onto the bed and kneeled in front your pussy, where your friend was working hard to drive you to an orgasm. I touched her hair to let her know I was there and she looked up at me, her lids half closed and her mouth open in ecstasy. I leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth as I let my fingers discover the softness of your labia and the wet heat of your pussy.
You knew that this was someone else’s hands upon you and the thought of two people focusing on giving you pleasure must have been hot. Your hips writhed under my touch and you whimpered as you gorged on her. And she let out little peeps and moans as our tongues rolled one over the other.
But soon we were both back to your pussy that was so tasty we couldn’t help but return to it. With both our tongues working on you dripping cunt, she flicking your clit and me penetrating you, you were going wild. I had to hold your legs just so you wouldn’t accidentally snap our necks. And I could tell that your frenzy of passion was driving forward your own tongue work on her by the way her body shook and rocked and by the sounds that she made.
I could see that you were both getting close to reaching your orgasms, the way that your bodies were moving like liquid and the urgency of your mouths. I wanted more than anything to cum with you. As I tongued your asshole I quickly rolled a condom down my hard cock. Then I got back onto my knees and grabbed hold of your beautiful ass. It was like a work of art.
Your friend saw my cock and just about lost her mind on your clit. As I pushed myself inside of you, you let out another stream of curse words and my cock was swallowed by your soaking wet pussy.
It was awkward at first to thrust and withdraw while she sucked on your pussy but we quickly worked out a rhythm that worked and soon as I pounding against you. You lifted your head and let out a sound that was somewhere between a growl and a moan and then “fuck fuck fuck”. Then your body started to shake and you buried your face in your friend’s crotch again.
That orgasmic energy must have passed through you and into her because she was very soon bucking and grunting with pleasure. Nor was she a greedy lover because she reached up with her hand and took hold of my balls, now tight against my body, and passed the energy on to me.
“Eat my pussy, you bitch. Fucking eat me!” you hollered and she obeyed.
“Yes, yes. God I love your pussy,” she replied and went back to work.
“Fuck me, give me your cock,” you ranted and I did, pumping you even harder. “Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god,” you chanted.
“Yes, yes, yes,” you friend replied.
“Stick your finger in my ass,” I told her and she did, getting it wet with your juices and then sliding it all the way inside of me. I thrust so hard into you that I almost threw you off of your friend, but you had your arms wrapped tight around her waist. Still, it was enough to push you over the edge and your body was wracked with a rising pleasure, bending your back and raising gooseflesh on your ass. I bent over you and grabbed your tits, feeling your nipples, hard as pebbles, against the skin of my hands.
Your friend was also reaching her climax as you collapsed against her. She let out a squeal and had to close her legs to stop your tongue before she went into a seizure.
“God, I’m gonna cum,” I told you.
“Yes, fill me up. Cum in my pussy,” you commanded.
If I had any other plans your friend made sure that I didn’t pursue them. With her finger in my ass she maneuvered forward until she was under my balls and sucked and licked them so that every bit of my being became focused on my cock. I felt like a volcano, like a missile, or like a nuclear bomb in the millisecond before it explodes outwards. My consciousness was reduced to that tiny focal point and then I exploded in a gusher of that drained my whole body and emptied out the end of my cock inside of you. I grabbed your ass and pressed myself as far inside of you as I could as you wound your ass and your body shook.
It felt like my balls would never empty as convulsion after convulsion shook my whole being, spraying liquid inside of you. Finally there was nothing left and I collapsed forward over you and you cooed softly to me, “mmm, yes. You feel so good in me.”
We rolled over onto our sides so that we lay in a heap of naked limbs, impossibly twisted, trying to catch our breaths.
“Do you feel like you know each other better now?” I asked.
“Do you still feel like your cyber-sex girlfriend stood you up?” you replied.
I laughed and then remembered: I hadn’t told you about meeting someone from online. I looked over to say something but then you were smiling at me. It was such a beautiful smile that I forgot what it was and laid back on the bed.

Nightclubbing, We're Nightclubbing

It was a busy night at the nightclub and my manager had to leave early because of an emergency. So, he left me the keys to lock up. I’ve done it before and I always love these nights because I can sit here in the dark room, totally alone and sip a glass of red wine, enjoying the peacefulness of the place. Who would think that just a few hours ago it was wall-to-wall people, dancing, sweating and flirting as the band or the dj jammed out tunes on the stage at the other end of the room. When I close my eyes I can still hear the thumping of the beat in my ears and a soft ringing.
But now, it’s just silence and me and my wine. I was just thinking I would love to enjoy this peacefulness with somebody when you alerted me on Messenger. I didn’t even know that the program was on, so it was a doubly nice surprise because I hadn’t heard from you in months. In fact, though we had a real connection and some hot cyber sex, it never turned into anything and I just figured it was one of those things, ships in the night and all.
Well, your ship just turned into my harbour, I could see that right away. You just got in from clubbing and you were still wide awake and ready to go. Even online I could tell you were a bit tipsy because you were being a lot more forward than usual.
“Hey baby, I really miss you,” you typed. “I’d love to meet up 2-nite!”
I just about fell off my stool, to tell you the truth. It was so out of the blue and god knows there were nights I wanted to meet you really badly and I just sat and looked at the photos you sent me and jerked off instead. But now, here was an opportunity opening itself up.
“Can I come over,” I ask, my heart thumping in my chest. There’s a long pause and I’m afraid you’ve fallen asleep. Well, better that than going to some drunk woman’s house and I’m stone cold sober. That just feels cheap and a bit sleazy.
“No can do,” you finally reply. “My boyfriend is home. He’s crashed.”
“O…”
“Can I come to your place?”
“I’m married.”
“Oh, yeah. Bummer.”
Fuck fuck fuck. I’ve blown it. The best opportunity ever to shag this really hot brunette and for lack of a place to do it, it’s not going to happen. I get an idea that is so obvious I can’t believe I never thought of it before. “U cum here,” I suggest and give her the address to my bar.
“B there in 5,” you reply and sign off.
Holy shit. I can’t believe this is going to happen. After all this time. Crap, I smell like the bar and sweat and booze. I need to go wash my dick at least.
I rush upstairs to the staffroom and splash water on my dick, then soap it up and rinse it off. My hands are shaking and I’m thinking stupid shit like “don’t touch your dick too much while you’re washing it or you’ll cum and then you won’t be able to get it up.” I didn’t cum and my dick did get clean. I’ve passed the first hurdle.
You weren’t kidding when you said 5 minutes. I’ve barely dried myself off when I hear pounding on the door downstairs. Holy shit, you’re here.
I bound down the steps to the front door and see you shivering there in your little jacket and short skirt. You don’t even have nylons on.
I open the door and let you in.
“Are you crazy? In that skirt? It’s 20 below out.”
You just shrug and smile a crooked smile. “I was starting to undress for bed when I saw you online. I didn’t think I needed to get all dressed up again.”
I nod. Who can argue with that? We’re not here to go hiking exactly.
“Make me a drink,” you demand and walk up to me and plant a soft kiss, before biting down on my lower lip. You grab my ass and walk into the bar. “If my boyfriend knew I was here, he’d kill us both.”
I laugh. “That’s a real turn-on.”
“Caveat emptor,” you reply. “Buyer beware. To be honest, I feel a bit guilty about this.”
“Then, why are you here?”
“Because I’m fucking horny but it doesn’t mean I don’t feel naughty.”
I’m wondering where this little game is going. Does she want me to talk her out of this? Or does she want something else. Since I want to get laid I decide to start with the second strategy first. If that bombs, I can always pull the plug.
“Maybe you want to feel naughty,” I suggest.
“Are you saying I’m a slut?”
“That’s what I’m saying. You’re a horny little slut. If you weren’t you wouldn’t be here at three in the morning in a short skirt and no panties or nylons.”
You stomp up to me and grab my belt buckle. “Well, maybe then I’ll just go home and you can fuck yourself.”
“Go then,” I say and push you away from me.
“Well…” you splutter and stand looking at me. “There’s no way I came all the way down here to not get any.”
“Tough luck,” I tell you. “I don’t like rude, little girls.”
You suck in air and open your mouth in anger. “How dare you. I’m not leaving till we fuck and I’m satisfied.”
“Then you will be here in the morning when the janitor comes to mop. Maybe he’ll fuck you.”
“Grrrrr,” you growl and stomp your feet. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Are we really having this conversation? This is surreal.”
You drop down to your knees in front of me. “Please, Mister Man, please fuck me.”
“No, you were a jerk to me.”
“I’ll do anything. Even just let me suck your cock. I swear, I’ll do anything. I’m just so fucking horny and it’s too late to screw my drunk-ass boyfriend. Please, please.”
“Are you a horny little slut?”
“Totally. I’m totally a horny little slut. I’ll fucking suck your cock right now, right here and you can cum in my mouth.”
I get a nasty idea in my head and indicate towards the stage with my chin.
“Then give me a lap dance.”
“What?”
I walk over and turn the music on, then the spotlight on the stage.
“Somebody could see in.”
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Fine,” you pout and get up from the floor, following me to the stage. I take a chair from one of the tables on the floor and put it up onstage under the spot light. Then I sit down in it. The music is playing some forgettable dance number – it’ll do.
You sigh and climb onto the stage in front of me.
“You want me to dance right here?” you ask.
“In front of me, around me. I want you to dance to turn me on.”
You sway your hips and move a little bit but the look on your face is distinctly bored. About as hot as a cold fish. When your back is to me I lift your skirt and slap your ass. You let out a little shriek and spin on me.
“You looked like you might fall asleep.”
“Jerk.”
I grab you by your arm and pull you to me, bending you over my knee.
“What are you…”
I smack your ass.
“Ow.”
I smack it again.
“Ow.”
“Are you a bad little slut?”
Smack.
“Ow. Yes. I’m a bad slut.”
Smack.
“What do bad little sluts get?”
“Cock. I want your cock.”
“No, bad little sluts get nothing. Only good little sluts get cock. Are you going to be a good little slut?”
OK – timeout for a second. I don’t want anybody to get the impression that I think treating women like dirt is ok. And if you said to me at any point that it wasn’t cool, wasn’t what you wanted, then I would have stopped. No means no, after all. But people have fantasies and they aren’t always politically correct. So, what, you only fuck people whose sexual desires aren’t twisted? Dude, welcome to the real world – shit’s fucked up. And, when you’re horny, theoretical justifications aren’t exactly top of the priority list.
I could tell you agreed by the way you were panting. You were enjoying the spanking.
“I’ll be a good little slut from now on.”
“Then let’s see you dance again and if you’re good, you can suck my cock.”
You bite your lower-lip and nod your head at me, then you get up to your feet and start dancing. Now you have the spirit and you wind your hips and ass at me, covering your whole body with your hands, feeling yourself. Then you grind your ass into my crotch and I spring to attention in no time at all. God, I want you so bad I can taste you, which is what I intend to do.
When you lift yourself up from my crotch I lean forward and grab your ass, spreading your ass cheeks and I bury my face back there. I smell your pussy and feel how moist it is. I flick my tongue across your juicy lips and hear you yelp a little in pleasure at the surprise of my tongue on you. You push your ass towards my face and I oblige by burying my tongue inside your cunt. “Oh fuck,” you call out as you feel it enter you and then withdraw. “God, fuck me with your tongue.”
“I thought you wanted my cock though?” I tease.
“Oh, yes, I want your cock. But I want your tongue too.”
“Somebody’s a greedy little girl. Which is it?”
“Your cock. Let me have your cock.”
I turn you around and direct you down onto your knees in front of me. As soon as you are there, you scramble to open my zipper, panting heavily. You finally find my cock inside and pull it out. Even if I wanted to I couldn’t stop you from swallowing me whole, so quick do you have my cock buried deep to the back of your throat. I lurch forward, overwhelmed by the amazing sensation. Then I hold your head and guide your action on my super-hard cock. Your whining moan tells me that this is what you want.
“Do you like that? Do you like how my cock tastes in your mouth?”
“Oh, yes, I love your cock. Mmm, it tastes so good,” you say, coming up for air.
Then you’re back at it and I feel the world spinning around me as we sit under a spotlight on a stage with the music playing. I wonder for a moment if someone might come in, or if people from the neighbourhood might notice what’s happening inside and even now a crowd is gathering to look into the bar. Then I decide that I don’t care.
But I am worried that I’m going to blow my load in your mouth if we don’t stop this soon because you give very good head, the way your mouth and your hands work together is like magic.
“Mmm, if you don’t stop I’m going to cum. Do you want me to cum in your mouth or do you want me to fuck your pussy?”
I didn’t even finish the sentence and you pulled a condom out of god knows where and rolled it down my dick. Then you stood up and turned away from me, lowering yourself onto my pole.
You must be soaking wet because I slip into you like a dream as I watch your ass glide down my cock and I disappear inside your pussy. With one hand I grab the chair to stop the world from falling away from me and the other I put on your ass to slow you down a bit. I want to enjoy this and I’m sure you don’t want me to cum in two seconds flat, which is what’s going to happen if we don’t take it easy.
A brilliant idea to slow you down comes to mind and I lick my finger, getting it good and wet. Then, next time you slide up my shaft I use it to play with your asshole, again you chirp with pleasure. And your asshole is already soaked with your pussy juices and so my finger slides relatively easy into your backdoor.
“Oh, god, yes, finger my asshole. Treat me like a slut.”
“Do you want more fingers? Can your tight little asshole take more?”
“Two more, please, yes, two more.”
Who am I to deny someone who asks me so politely? And so one after another I slip two more fingers into your beautiful round ass. But if I thought it would slow you down, boy was I wrong. Three fingers must have meant high gear because now you’re slapping your ass down against me like a piston until it feels like you might break my wrist. And I can see you playing with your clit as you fuck me hard and fast.
“Oh, yes, oh yes oh yes oh yes fuck me fuck me fuck me like a slut. Yes. Yes.”
Seconds later I see the wave rise from your curled toes, through your legs and into your pussy, then the orgasm explodes up your body until the cry of pleasure launches out of your mouth. You press yourself down hard against me and grind your pussy against my pelvis as you reach with one hand to grab my balls and the other to find my asshole.
But I’m too far gone to make beyond the first hand and as soon as I feel your fingers wrap around my sack as my stiff cocks grinds against the inside of your pussy, I’m over the edge and cumming. It feels like a volcano erupting from the centre of my being and ejecting hot magma out the end of my shaft. Over and over my body jolts and rocks with pleasure – “oh fuck, yeah. Jesus Christ, yes.” – until there is nothing left inside of me and I collapse back on the chair.
You do likewise, leaning back against me and stroking my balls as my cocks slips inexorably out of you, giving me another round of shivers and goosebumps. You purr softly with the afterglow, then turn around on my lip and kiss me for the first time. It’s nice and you have a strong tongue that knows what it wants as you lick my lips and probe my mouth.
Then you give me one last kiss and look in my eyes. There’s an impish smile on your face and you wag your finger at me.
“Next time you’re the dirty little slut,” you admonish me.
I return the smile. “Deal."