"Here we are," Sabrina said, parking her car up on the curb. "Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?"
"Sure I'm sure." Kris unbuckled herself in the passenger seat and looped her purse strap over her shoulder. "Go wait for me around back in the parking lot so I can leave quick if I have to."
"All right. Careful, huh?"
"Yep. You too." Kris stepped out of the car and shut the door. She was on the sidewalk outside of a small bar with a large neon sign reading "Blackjack's". The neon buzzed and glowed faintly blue, kind of wasteful to run at 2 in the afternoon. She shrugged and went inside, waving at Sabrina as she drove off and turned the corner into the lot.
Kris blinked once the door shut behind her, trying to get her eyes to adjust. The inside of the bar was stale and smoky, lit almost exclusively by neon signs on the walls. There was a big crack through the mirror behind the counter and the only sound breaking the silence was music playing so quietly it was impossible to tell quite what it was. On a stool closest to the door sat a skinny black man reading a newspaper. Only a couple of the small tables were occupied by lone men, clutching liquor bottles. Not the type to talk to unless you have a good reason.
Kris pulled a stool up to the bar and took a seat. The black guy folded up his newspaper and came up around the counter.
"What'll it be?"
"Oh, are you the bartender?"
"No honey, I just do this for kicks," he said. "Scotch, right?"
"Uh.. sure. So are you Blackjack?"
"Nope. Name's Earl. Jack's in back, he owns the place." He poured her drink and another one for himself.
"Ok Earl. I'm looking for a guy named Ed. He's tall, dark hair and has a scar on his neck. I know he comes here once in a while."
"Ed." he repeated, and paused for a moment, and drank from his glass. Then he pulled another stool up under himself and took a seat.
"You know him?"
"Maybe I do. Who's asking?"
"Kris Munroe is asking." He just kept looking at her. Kris unsnapped her purse and handed him a $20. "Kris Munroe and president Jackson are asking."
Earl gave a tiny grin and slipped the bill into his pocket, looking her up and down. "Yeah, I believe I do know the guy."
"Great. What can you tell me about him?"
"Oh, I don't know. My memory's a little foggy, you know." He made a smug face and took another sip from his glass. Kris rolled her eyes and reached back into her purse, and sighed. The 20 had been her last bill and she was down to a few singles. She closed the snap again and took a gulp of scotch.
"Well, Earl," she said in a low voice. "Maybe I could help refresh your memory." His eyes twinkled for a moment and another thin grin surfaced on his face. Taking that as a yes, she left her stool and went around behind the bar. Her eyes swept the room one last time, making sure neither of the customers were paying attention.
She got on her knees in front of him and ran her hand over the slight bulge in the front of his pants. He wasn't hard yet but she felt the outline of his cock and balls through his pants. After cupping and fondling his bulge for a minute, her fingers grasped his zipper and tugged it down, exposing part of his shaft. Even semi-limp she could see that he was going to be a big one. Kris reached inside his pants and wrapped her fingers around his soft meat, pulling it out. She began to stroke him to hardness. Her little white fingers looked extra tiny grasping this thick black cock. She smeared some of his oozing precum over his shaft and pumped him briskly in her fist.
Dipping her head forward, she took his shining, dark purple cockhead into her open mouth. Her lips sealed on it, sucking lightly on his thick helmet and licking up his drizzling precum. When the tip of his cock pressed against the back of her mouth, she gagged slightly, but wiggled her head a little and coaxed him into her warm throat. His cock was so thick, Kris didn't know if she could take all of it. She slid her mouth down over his thick pole, feeling it spread her throat as she swallowed him down.
Earl offered no verbal praise. He merely sat with his arms crossed, looking down at her in almost the same neutral way he was looking at his newspaper. Of course he enjoyed watching this tiny blonde girl on her knees, sucking on his big dick. Her pale pink lips wrapped so tightly around his shining black girth and she kept glancing up at him to see if he liked what she was doing. Kris eased her mouth off of his cock with a loud slurp. She pulled his long, thick meat straight up and began licking the underside of his shaft with her slippery tongue. Her hand squeezed tightly around the base of his cock while lapping sloppily at his tip. Her tongue swirled around his swollen crown.
A low, rumbling moan escaped Earl's lips as she took his engorged, rock-hard cock back down her throat. Kris worried dimly that his moans might cause glances from the customers, but she wouldn't have stopped either way. His hand wrapped around the back of her head, guiding her lips down his cock to the hilt and holding her there almost a second too long. Only seconds after she was rewarded with a gasp of breath, he would push her head back down. She was surprised at how much she enjoyed it though. Her panties were slowly but surely soaking up drips of cream from her pussy. She kept deep throating him, not sure if she was only imagining feeling his cock swelling inside her throat.
Earl groaned again as his cock twitched and squirted his hot, frothy cum into her mouth. She let her overfilled and dripping mouth fill up before letting it drip and pour back onto his slowly softening dick. The pearly white rivulets ran down his ebony shaft looking like a chocolate desert with vanilla frosting. She then began to swirl her tongue around his shaft, hungrily licking up his sperm. Her wet pussy was aching now that she had made him cum and lapped it all up. Part of her wanted him to spread her and fuck her right on top of the bar.
