My friend Michelle DM'd me today while I was working at the office. That slut always has the naughtiest stories to tell and today was no different; she kept me wet all day. I went to the ladies room several times for the sole purpose of masturbating my sopping wet pussy. I dreamed of holding her head against my throbbing clit like I had done so many times before, but all that did was make me even wetter.
After work, I couldn't get home fast enough. I went straight to my room and peeled off my clothes, laid back on the bed and gave my pussy a thorough workout with my favorite glass phallus. It's long and thick with a curve at the end that curves up inside me and hits just the right spot. I pushed it inside me and ground it all around, stirring up the juices in my aching cunt. Oh, fuck! I was cumming again for the umpteenth time today, every muscle convulsing and my ass bucking up off the bed. I moaned out loud as my orgasm hit hard. I kept grinding on that glass dick until my climax finally passed. I was satiated for the moment but I knew it wouldn't last. Good God, I needed a good, hard fucking!
I was so wet I grabbed a hand towel to wipe off all the girl juice between my legs. I checked myself in the mirror and let out a little laugh. I was a mess. I smelled of pussy and sweat. I was sure my scent would make a dead man horny. I brushed out my hair and put it up in a ponytail. With any luck, some hunky guy would be pulling on it and slapping my ass in just a few hours. I wanted him to rough me up and fuck me hard. I wanted him to rearrange my insides and make me cum my brains out.
I put on my black velvet choker and belly button ring, a white crop top and thong and my hip-hugging Levi's. My nipples were hard and my pussy was wet again, my panties were soaked. I put on my Nikes and off I went. I planned to stop by B-dubs for a snack and see if there were any fuckable men there. If not, the trusty VFW was right down the street.
I called Uber for a ride to B-dubs and she dropped me off in no time. I was glad to see that Kenny was tending bar tonight. I had been coming here for a few years now and got to know Kenny really well. He was a big effeminate teddy bear type guy and he told anyone who would listen that he was gay and proud. He had a great sense of humor and a good friend.
I said hello to him and gave him a big hug. He held me by the shoulders at arm's length and gave me an exaggerated once-over.
He looked at me and said, "Oh, lordy, girl. I see someone is on the prowl. What is that a new perfume you're wearing? Eau de Slut? I smell trouble for some poor fella! Sit, chat with me."
I laughed and grabbed a stool at the bar. I sat where I could people watch and chat.
I loved spicy food and the ghost pepper wings were the perfect heat. I ordered the usual, a half dozen ghost pepper wings, a side of celery & bleu cheese and a jumbo sweet tea. Kenny couldn't believe little ol' me could eat ghost pepper hot wings without flinching, but the celery and bleu cheese tamed the heat a little and the sweet tea washed it all down.
I didn't see any interesting prospects here, just couples having dinner. I finished my wings and said goodbye to Kenny.
The VFW was kind of slow but it was still early. There were a few regulars at the bar watching the game. I said hello and flirted with them for a few minutes. I chatted with them and they checked me out. I pretended not to notice and happily showed off my assets to them. Honestly, it's the least I can do.
I grabbed a sweet tea and headed for the pool tables. Nobody was in the pool room so I put some songs on the jukebox and played a few practice rounds alone. The Astros were playing the Rangers on the TVs and I watched the game while I practiced my bank shots.
I was standing there with my back to the door watching the game when I heard someone say, "Well if it isn't Samantha!"
I turned around to see Nick walking towards me with a smile. Things were starting to look up. I remembered his long cock fucking my throat and I almost jumped his bones on the spot. My self-control was at the limit.
I said, "Well hello, Nick. Long time, no see."
Nick said, "Who's winning?"
I said, "The Astros are, 1-3."
He said, "Well? What are you doing here?"
I said, "Well it's my table, Nick. Rack 'em."
He was clearly checking me out, staring at my hard nipples while I leaned against the head of the table watching him drop the balls and rack them. We chatted as he racked. If he played his cards right, he was going to be the one.
I caught him eye-fucking me and said, "See something you like, Nick?"
He looked me in the eyes and said, "Well, tell your tits to quit staring at me."
We both chuckled, and I said, "Well, that's all the closer you're going to get to them anyway, Nick, so stare away."
He finished racking the balls and grabbed a stick.
It was my break and I bent over to take the shot, my hard nipples on full display to distract Nick, misdirection at its finest.
I stroked the cue ball with all my might, making a solid hit on the one and sinking three balls; I had choice. Two high balls fell so I was going for stripes. I walked around the table chalking my cue and bent over right in front of Nick to take the shot. He checked out my ass and the practice paid off as I banked the nine across corners into the pocket.
I stood up and said, "Thirteen all the way up." and walked around the table to make the shot.
I slammed the thirteen up the rail to the corner pocket. I chalked my cue and smiled at Nick.
I said, "Let's try the fourteen across sides." and sunk another bank shot with ease.
I said, "Fifteen, straight in." I hit it hard and sunk the long shot.
I lined up on the twelve and looked at Nick. "All the way up, Nick." and knocked it in without taking my eyes off him. I was showing off now; I was smoking his ass.
I said, "Eight ball, all the way back." Indicating the pocket on my right. I lined up on the eight and knocked it into the far rail for a clean bank shot into the corner pocket.
I laughed and said, "Sorry, Nick. I had to pay you back for last time."
Nick said, "Funny you should mention last time, Samantha. I feel like we have...unfinished business. Do you know what I mean?"
