Bar Scene

We're drinking in a dark, dive bar. I've had a bad day and need to get some release.

As we sit in our dark corner, you try to ease my brow by reaching under the table, undoing my belt and pants. From there it's easy to reach my hard cock and bring it out into the air. You stroke it firmly, slowly sliding your hand from the tip of my cock head down to the base.

We sit drinking, unbeknownst to the people around us, you are jacking me.

As you slowly pull my cock, pre cum begins to seep out, wetting your hand and my cock as you smear it up and down.

I'm not ready to do you and tell you so. This is my moment.

I tell you to gather up all the cum in your hand and bring it out from under the table. I want to look and see how much there is, I want to see a puddle in the palm of your hand.

You do as you are told. Your hand comes up onto the table, palm up and glistening with a slimy puddle of cum. The waitress walks up right then, sees you with your cum covered hand and smiles. I tell you to clean you hand up. You obediently lift your hand to your mouth, pouring the cum onto your tongue. Then, as the waitress continues to watch, you lick your hand clean. You offer me some, but I decline.

The waitress, on the other hand says Yes.

Your hand clean, you tell the waitress our drink order as I pull my gaunch back over my cock and do up my pants. I don't want to cum yet.

As we sit with our drinks, I idly grasp your thigh, kneading it, gradually moving closer to your cunt. As the drinks are done, my knuckles brush your cunt lips through you pants. You are slowly getting worked up, but are still concerned about my distractedness. It seems I am still bothered by work.

You have an idea. Maybe if we slip out the back door and you suck my cock down your throat I'll feel better?

Yes, why not?

We slip out the back door and down a ways, to a little spot with a dark alcove. I tell you to kneel down, not caring whether you wreck the knees of you pants or how hard the pavement is. You do as you are bid and look up at me expectantly and with adoration. I am your world and you will do anything to please me and keep me happy.

I release my cock as you steady yourself, your hands leaning on my thighs. You look at my cock, saliva already dripping down your chin, a look of pure lust on your face.

You take my cock down your throat in one motion, your lips straight to the root. You start slamming your face into my groin, not caring about the gag reflex that keeps threatening to choke you. Your mouth fills with spit, drooling down your chin and onto my balls.

Your head flies back and forth, up and down on my cock like the piston from a car. My cock head goes deep down your throat making it bulge in the dark.

As you kneel, worshipping my cock, the waitress comes out the back door for a smoke. She stands there oblivious to the depraved carnality going on a few feet away.

You slow down for a moment, just to catch your breath, and I whisper to you to look and see who's near.

You gasp around my cock and ask permission to finger fuck yourself as you suck my cock down your throat. I say Yes.

As you pick up the pace again, frantically diddling your clit as you cover my cock with more spit slime, you whimper and moan.

The waitress hears something and looks over in our direction, but it's not clear how well she can see who or what's going on.

As she stares, trying to make it out, the bartender pokes his head out the door saying he needs her back. She drops her cigarette, stamping it out and goes back in.

The nearness of getting caught has excited you even more. Now you are plunging three fingers into your cunt while smashing your nose into my groin.

The squish-squish as you fingers plunge in and out of your cunt, the sloppy noise of spit in your mouth as my cock flies in and out, and the whimpers and moans you make are all getting too much for me. I need to cum.

I pull my cock out of your mouth, telling you to keep fucking yourself.

You kneel there panting and moaning for my cum.

I say Yes, you are getting my cum now!

As you hear that, you explode in orgasm, anticipating my cum landing on your face. I oblige.

I let two huge string of cum blast out of my cock onto your face and hair, and then cram my cock back into your mouth, continuing to blow my load. You take most of the rest of my load in your mouth while some is blasted straight down your throat.

I begin to calm down, my cock still sliding in and out of your mouth, through my cum. Finally, I pull my cock from your mouth.

I tell you to stand up so I can gaze upon your beauty, highlighted by the strings of cum across your cheeks and hair.

Struck, I do something that surprises you; I pull you to me and kiss you deeply, my to tongue swirling in your mouth and through my cum.

Startled, you swallow.

Done, I refuse to let you clean up, saying we are going back for another drink. You acquiesce reluctantly. Secretly though, you want the waitress to know who she saw, and maybe have another taste of my cum, but this time from your face ...

We go back inside, to the same table we'd had before. The waitress saunters over, having noticed we'd come in through the back door. She knows.

What she doesn't know is that there is cum across your face and hair, at least not until she gets to the table and you demurely look up at her.

As you look at each other, you scoop a glob of cum off your cheek and lick your finger clean as if you were sucking my cock again. The waitress looks at you with eager, lustful eyes. You can't help yourself; you scoop another glob onto your finger and offer it to her. She opens her pursed, ruby lips to accept your finger, and greedily sucks and licks my cum from your finger.

When she's cleaned your finger, sufficiently to my liking, I order two more drinks.

As we have our drinks, you sit in utter contentment knowing that some small part of the world knows how you love and worship me, and has some inkling of why.