Classic Bar Fuck Part 1

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I just woke from a nap. I had a dream, and you were in it. I want to tell you about it while I still have all the details. You and I went to a crowded bar. It was early evening and the bar was full of people just getting off work. It looked like more a workingman's bar than a suit-n-tie kind of place. It was one of those long and narrow bars. So you'd have to squeeze through people both standing and sitting on bar stools to get to the back tables. I was wearing a thin top and short skirt, but no bra or panties, just the way you like. As I was squeezing past a man at the bar, my large breasts pressed up against his back. I said, "I'm sorry, my boobs just spread themselves all over you."

The man turned to me and smiled. He said, "Honey, you can spread yourself on me whenever you want." I stopped next to him, and you continued to the back, where you would find a place to keep an eye on me. The man was just a shade past fifty. Graying dark hair and glasses, on the thin side, but with wiry muscles. He was wearing a work uniform that smelled of oil and sweat. The man next to him was wearing the same uniform; he was squatter than his friend. He had more blonde in his hair than gray, maybe mid forties. Both were nursing beer, but each had a shot of something dark in front of him.

I put my right foot on the foot rail and hitched up my skirt. "My breasts seem to have a mind of their own. They like to be stroked. I have a pussy cat who's the same way. She likes to be stroked, and she's so needy." As I said this I put my other hand down and slipped a finger over my clit and down to my hole, collecting some of the juice you'd created fingering me in the car on the way here.

I brought my wet finger up and put it in my mouth. The man and his buddy standing next to him watched, fixated on my finger and lips. "Alas," I made an exaggerated sigh, " I can't seem to keep up with her. She needs cock to keep her happy. "

The man said, "I just happen to have a cock, and it would be happy to please your pussy."

I winked at him, and said, " Why don't we find a quiet place for our genital friends to get to know each other. " I nodded to his buddy, "Bring him, too."

I looked behind me and spotted you sitting at a high table toward the back, two drinks in front of you. You smiled at me. this post Then I saw the restroom doors. I turned back to the two men. "How about meeting me in the Men's room?"

The men exchanged a glance, and the first man said, "Sure." Both men gulped the remainder of their shots. I turned around and began making my way through the throng. I didn't need to look behind me to know they were following, I just knew. Plus, you were watching. You smiled at me and nodded. I entered the restroom and looked about. It was currently empty. White grungy tiles, two pedestal sinks, two urinals, and one stall. A wide mirror hung above the two sinks.





Behind me entered the two men. “Baby, what's your name?” the first man asked.

“Just call me Pussy.” I replied.

“Well I'm Pete and this is my friend Barry. So you really want us to fuck you? Are you sure? There are lots of younger guys out there who can probably give you a better time than us two.”

“But I want you, Pete. You and Barry are just my type. I like men with more experience than bravado.” I leaned toward Pete and kissed him on the cheek. Then I pushed my tits into his chest and kissed him on the mouth. It wasn't long 'til he opened up and let my tongue slide in. I reached down with one hand, cupped his tools, squeezed, and moved both hands to his belt buckle.

I was taking too long, so he moved my hands aside and unbuckled himself. I took off my top and skirt. Now I was nude but for my red high heels. I used my clothes as pads for my knees.

With his cock and balls released, I tugged his pants the rest of the way down. He was hairy, with more salt and pepper surrounding his ripe fruit. His cock was red and partially erect. I started stroking him. I pulled his cock up and kissed and licked his sweaty balls. He tasted like salt and man. “Mmmm.” I was yanking on his cock getting ready to put my mouth around it when Barry stepped around Pete holding his cock in both hands and looking at me pleadingly.

Pete chuckled. Both cocks were of average length and width. Pete's was maybe the longer and Barry's was maybe the wider. It didn't matter. I took one cock in each hand and started sucking each one in turn. I made sure to give Barry's balls a good lick, too, so he didn't feel left out. When they were hard enough, I reached down to my clothing and pulled out two condoms from a zippered pocket in my skirt. I told Barry to keep himself ready, bent over the sink and looked at Pete, smiling. I put my clothes in the next sink and held on tight to the other.

He took the invitation. He felt my pussy, running his fingers up and down; he pinched my clit gently, making me startle and yelp. He chuckled and moved his dick into me. His movements were slow at first, but then he got his rhythm. I was dripping wet. I watched Pete's face reflected in the mirror. It was red with effort and concentration. Barry's eyes and mouth were open wide staring at Pete fucking me.

My first orgasms began shortly. These were small orgasms, but those are the kind that make me squirt. First, I felt a trickle down my leg, then I began moaning as the juices gushed in spurts out of my pussy. My slick walls were pulsing around Pete's cock. Barry reached down furtively to slap my ass, then got bolder. He ran his hand down the inside of my thigh to collect some of my juice. He and I made eye contact as he tasted me on his fingers.

Just then, the door opened, and a new man entered the bathroom. Barry and I looked at him, but Pete was too occupied pumping into me to notice the visitor. The man looked out the door then shut it quickly. He was younger than my other two gentlemen. He had brown hair and blue eyes, and he looked like he worked out.

“Awesome,” he said. The newcomer kept his hand on the doorknob, but kept his eyes on my backside, where Pete's cock was rhythmically disappearing and reappearing. Pete grunted each time he pushed in and inhaled on the withdrawal. Pete's ejaculation coincided with my last squirt. He slowly pulled out. Barry and the new guy both went, “Aw,” as the last of my fluids made a small tinkling waterfall.

Pete backed away and indicated to Barry to take his place. He grabbed some paper towels to clean his rapidly shrinking cock, then did up his pants. Barry instantly came at me with his dong waving about like a puppy's tail. He was a little shorter than Pete, so I had to modify my stance. With only a few awkward failed bullseyes, and using my hand for guidance, Barry found my warm, moist pussy hole.

He set out with great enthusiasm, his whole body expressing his excitement. I was almost laughing, but his attempts were making a good impression on my cunt, even if those attempts tickled my funny bone. I loved his energy, and soon began to mirror it back to him. He cock wasn't that long, but he used with such zeal, I couldn't fault him for it. I was soon squirting and arching my back, ecstasy buzzing in my pussy. I knew a big one was coming. The stimulation was creating a perfect storm down there.

“Oh my God,” I heard the new guy say. “Condoms in my pocket,” I gasped out and tilted my head toward the other sink. He looked confused for a moment, then started digging frantically around in my clothes, desperate to get one on. Pete chuckled again. I looked at him in the mirror leaning against the wall with his arms crossed across his chest. He looked so pleased, I knew I had chosen the right ones tonight.

Barry and I were going at it so hard, I remember nothing for the next few minutes but the pleasure pulsing through me and the sound of running water. Then I realized there was no water running; it was my squirt hitting the floor. I came hard then, just like I wanted to. I rode the waves for a few moments, and when I came down for the last time I remember thinking, 'I didn't expect that from Barry.'

Barry had given a great shout when he came, backed away knocking the door to the stall open, kept going and plopped down on the toilet. He was sweaty and gasping for breath. He put his elbows on his knees and held his head in his hands. Too exhausted yet to pull his pants back up.

New Guy was ready for me, hard as a rock. “Should I know your name?” he said, “Mine's Carl, by the way.” He didn't follow up that question with anything more, and I didn't offer him my name. Carl felt around my pussy and growled. I guessed he liked how wet I was. He put his cock up to my hole and moved it in circles around my pussy and asshole. I locked eyes with him in the mirror and shook my head. No, no anal tonight.

He nodded and smiled, and slowly but firmly pushed himself into my pussy. Carl had the biggest cock in the room. He must have had eight or nine inches in length and was almost as wide as a can of soup. “Wooaaahhh,” he groaned as he slid into me up to the balls, stopping once or twice to slip back out a little, then return to opening me wide.

“God, you're tight,” he said as he started moving in and out of me. I was concentrating on making my breathing steady while he impaled me. It was so much pressure, but I love that feeling of being filled. And fill me he did. He began pumping faster; it felt so good. My squirting started again, then my legs started shaking. I had to put more of my weight on the sink or I would have collapsed.

In the mirror, I saw Barry on the toilet peeking under Carl's legs to get a better view. I saw Pete watching my face intensely, and I saw Carl's face screwed up as his breathing became more and more heavy. Carl pulled out and put his arms under my thighs. My hands remained on the sink, but Carl had all my weight on his hands, lifting me into position for hard thrusting.

My feet now dangling in the air to each side of him. Carl was using weightlifter-type strength to lift me up and down to his preferred rhythm. I almost couldn't hold my upper body up, as I was trembling through my orgasms. He was breathing like a bellows and practically exhaling fire when his orgasm found him. His cry drowned out my own. He dropped my legs to the floor and bent over my back, temporarily resting his chest on me. I don't remember when his cock left me. We stayed there breathing hard for a handful of seconds. Then he winked at me in the mirror and stood up.

He straightened his clothes and headed for the door. “Thanks honey,” and he was gone. I looked at Pete and Barry and mouthed, “Wow.” They were both smiling. Pete helped me put my rumpled clothes back on and gave me a big hug.

“You're fantastic, Pussy. You can find us here almost every Friday night. I'd love to do that again,” he said.

“I probably won't be back this way for a while guys. My man and I have our own Friday night ritual. We have a circuit to complete.” Pete nodded and kissed me softly on the cheek.

“Come on, Barry. We have suppers waiting at home.” Barry nodded to me as he followed Pete out.

I fixed my hair and washed up as best I could. I left the bathroom without encountering any more men. Sliding onto the stool next to you, I saw my drink's ice cubes had half melted, and the condensation made the glass as wet as my pussy still was. I licked the side of the glass and took a big gulp. I said to you, “Throat's dry.”

You laughed and pulled me in for a little hug and a kiss on my neck. “Having fun, Babe?” I smiled and kissed you softly on the lips.

“I'm having a great night, and I'm looking forward to the next part of it,” and giggled. You waved to the waitress to order two more.