Bonnie and Spencer's First Date

*Greetings reader! Thanks for clicking on my story! It's a long one, but each of the three parts has its own really hot sex scene so you should be able to get a couple wanks out of it (depending upon how fast you read and/or masturbate, of course). Enjoy!

Part 1

Spencer's phone dinged and vibrated in pocket, alerting him to a new notification from one of those photo-swiping dating apps. He hated to admit it, but his heart fluttered a little when he glanced down at his screen and saw that he had a new match. After opening the app, waiting through a compulsory ad --he may have been desperate, but he wasn't about to start paying for the premium version-- he was delighted to find that not only had Bonnie (32f) liked his profile, she'd sent the first message.

Bonnie: What's the best way to slice a sandwich?

'Not bad, as far as opening ice breakers go,' Spencer thought. He thumbed once more through the assorted photos she'd posted to her profile. He remembered her picture even after browsing through thousands of other women; even crossed his fingers when he swiped right. Bonnie was an absolute smoke show, a buxom Suicide Girls type whose soft, pale body was almost fully covered in intricately detailed tattoos --none on her face though, thankfully-- and the precise sort of figure that drove Spencer wild. He'd call it "Rubenesque" if he were trying to be classy about it; he may even venture a "voluptuous" or two once they'd grown comfortable enough for a comment like that to be well-received, but in the horny goblin part of his brain that was running the show tonight, he'd say she was thicc and juicy. Her luxuriantly thick thighs culminated in a perfectly rotund and generously ample ass. He loved how the curve of her slightly chubby belly protruded into just the right amount of FUPA. Her gleaming wide-set green eyes were mesmerizing and expressive and she had the face of Golden Era Hollywood pin-up girl. She'd proffered a series of increasingly revealing thirst traps and he drank them in eagerly.

Spencer: Depends what kind of sandwich. For a grilled cheese, I go diagonal for soup dunk-ability purposes. For a PB&J, I favor a horizontal slice for structural integrity.

Bonnie: Ah, a thinking man's response. I'm a die-hard diagonal slicer, but maybe you can make me a sandwich and show me.

According to the little green bubble hovering over the thumbnail of her profile picture, she was online now and responding in real time. After a few rounds of low-key flirty banter they made plans to meet that evening at a dive bar close to Spencer's house.

Bonnie was fucking horny. She'd endured a string of spirit-crushing dates with men who weren't even suitable for a pity fuck to break her dry spell. Spencer looked a little more clean cut and sporty than the guys she usually dated, but he was such a total adonis she'd decided to expand her horizons. Olive complexioned with raven black hair, soulful brown eyes, and an athlete's physique, this guy was so Ralph Lauren model hot that at first Bonnie wondered if the photos were fake. It didn't take much back and forth for her to feel comfortable enough that Spencer was in fact the guy in his pictures and not a murderer that agreed to meet him that night. She was simply too desperately underfucked to play it coy.

She'd deliberately showed up about half an hour before their scheduled meeting time to acquaint herself with the unfamiliar watering hole and calm her nerves with a quick pre-date gin and tonic. Arriving early also offered the opportunity for a last-minute mirror check to make sure she looked at presentable as possible. The bar was one of those nondescript neighborhood joints in a squat brick building with no sign out front besides the obligatory Old Style banner hanging above a corner entrance. There were places just like this all over the Midwest, but Bonnie detected a particularly seedy vibe in the place that made her feel comfortable instantly. Her sense of comfort was shattered almost instantly after she stepped up to the bar to order and recognized the lanky fuckboy who was absent-mindedly washing pint glasses.

'Oh shit, it's Gavin. Or was it Kevin?' Bonnie was mortified to see a spark of recognition in the bartender's eyes. He'd remembered her too. A couple of years ago, during one of her wilder "hoe phases," Bonnie's then-boyfriend had taken her to a dance party at an after hours club. In the middle of a dance floor packed with sweaty, undulating bodies, she'd locked eyes with Gavin (or Kevin?) and was instantly flush with desire. Tall and wiry, with shaggy hair and stick-poke tattoos covering the sinewy muscles of his arms, he looked a lot like her boyfriend and most of the guys she'd dated.

Maybe it was the molly, the hypnotic beats thumping through the speakers, or simply the innate horniness that always seemed to overwhelm her better judgement, but she weaved through through the crowd, sauntered right up to the handsome stranger and without any preamble, kissed him hungrily. Within seconds, her back was against the wall and they were lustfully making out. Before long, his hands were up her skirt and he was fondling her swollen clit through the soaking fabric of her underwear.

"I'm Kevin [or Gavin]" he whispered in her ear, bringing his pussy-slickened fingers up to her lips.

"I'm Bonnie," she whispered back, before sucking his wet fingers into her thirsty mouth, tasting herself. That really seemed to get him going, and he began kissing her with renewed vigor and pawing at her heaving tits. She'd gone bra-less that day, so when her new lover brushed the spaghetti straps of her sundress aside both breasts came spilling out. A small circle of men had formed around the passionate couple and they cheered audibly at the reveal.

"Fuck yeah, those are some big-ass boobs!" some random guy yelled.

Gavin (or Kevin) had redoubled his efforts at fingering her, and Bonnie responded in kind. He really seemed to know what he was doing, gently pinching her throbbing clit between his ring and middle fingers, rubbing back and forth with steadily increasing speed and intensity until her knees were buckling as she came for the first time. The expert finger banger slowed his ministrations for a minute but didn't move his hand. Bonnie had barely recovered from the clitoral orgasm when the bartender got back to it, this time inserting two hooked fingers into her sopping wet pussy. She gasped as he located with her g-spot with ease, moaning as his fingers thrust in and out of her in a kind of scooping motion. Bonnie had never encountered such talented hands before, and soon enough she felt another orgasm building in her loins. Her moans grew increasingly frantic until she came again, almost screaming as torrents of squirt gushed forth from her expertly fingered pussy.

"I want you to fuck me" she cried, no longer bothering to whisper. She'd noticed the throng of horny onlookers gathered to watch this stranger slut her out in front of everyone and it only enflamed her lust even further. She made short work of unbuckling and unzipping the bartender's pants, which fell to the floor around his knees. If he felt any discomfort at a group of 12 or so strangers looking his pale skinny ass while he humped away at her, he didn't show it. Using the wall for leverage, Gavin (or Kevin) grabbed both of Bonnie's legs, holding her up while she guided his long, skinny dick towards her dripping love canal. She closed her eyes as he buried his entire length inside her; she was already so wet he didn't have to bother easing into her one inch at a time. He frantically thrust into her with long, deep strokes and Bonnie could tell that if he kept it up, she would come a third time.

Up until this point, Bonnie had all but completely forgotten about her then-boyfriend. They'd been arguing before he disappeared into the crowd. The next time she opened her eyes, however, she saw him, standing at the front of the gathering with a crestfallen look on his face. She made direct eye contact with him, staring at him over the bartender's shoulder as the stranger buried his condom-less cock to the hilt inside her. The mix of shame at being discovered with the exhibitionistic thrill of performing for an audience overcame Bonnie and soon she was bucking and writhing against his cock as she came for the third time. Kevin (or Gavin) grunted in her ear as he shook from his own orgasm, pumping his seed deep into her womb.

"Well, that sure was something special," he said, chuckling as he pulled his pants back up. "Hope to see you again sometime soon, Bonnie" he whispered, leaving her there without even bothering to help her cover back up. This was a make-or-break moment for her relationship, Bonnie realized. She was standing in the middle of a crowded dance floor with her tits out and a stranger's load dripping between her legs. Unsure of where she found the confidence, Bonnie pulled her boyfriend in close. She was relieved to discover that the spectacle had left him rock hard.

"Don't get mad baby," she said, kissing his neck and groping at the tent pole poking up from his trousers, "I want you to fuck me too." He proceeded to pull his raging boner through the fly of pants and before she knew it, Bonnie's back was pushed into the wall again, with her legs around the second man to fuck her tonight. He'd never been so forceful or passionate before, and soon enough Bonnie was quivering from the first orgasm he'd ever managed to give her. She opened her eyes again and spied Gavin (she was pretty sure it was Gavin) who gave her a flirty wink before wandering off.

"Did you like watching a stranger give me a cream pie?" Bonnie asked, prompting her ex to pound her even harder. "You like fucking me with all these guys watching don't you?" she asked, leaning in to kiss him. "I want you to cum in me too, baby." He groaned loudly, maybe even a little angrily, and erupted inside her. "That's it," she moaned, "reclaim this slutty pussy." It was the best orgasm he'd ever have. White droplets of semen leaked out of Bonnie's box and onto the floor as he extricated his cum-smeared cock. "Let me clean you up baby," she cooed, taking to her knees and licking the commingled sperm off her ex boyfriend's softening dick. She stood up and leaned in for another kiss but he pulled away from her with evident repulsion. Awash in the shame of post-nut clarity, it dawned on him that he'd just watched his girlfriend get raw dogged and cream pied by a total stranger, before stepping up and helping himself to sloppy seconds. In public, no less. Worst of all, he could tell that Bonnie was so revved up she'd probably have let even more of these randos fuck her too. He pulled his now-flaccid dick into his jeans and zipped up the fly.

"Don't ever call me again, you fucking slut," he said coldly, abandoning Bonnie alone on the dance floor with her tits out. She covered up and ran to the women's restroom to cry. She never saw that asshole ever again, never knew that he would spend the rest of his life jerking off to that memory.

The memory had aroused Bonnie too in spite of the shame it carried with it. She desperately needed to get dicked down tonight. Running into a random guy she'd banged on a public dance floor might have been a little awkward on a first date with someone else, but it could prove to be fortuitous as well. After all, if Spencer turned out to be lame, maybe Gavin would be up for another round. As her eyes met his, he dropped what he was doing and walked over to where she sat.

"Hey there Gavin," she said, trying to affect the sort of sexily aloof tone that might attract a louche bartender at an even loucher dive. "Do you remember me?"

Gavin's eyes twinkled and he shot her a wicked smile. "How could I forget you, Bonnie? What'll it be?"

Oh he's definitely interested, Bonnie thought confidently. Tonight was gonna be fun. "Well, I'll start with a gin and tonic" she replied. "Oh, and I've got my first date with a new guy here tonight, any chance we can play it cool about how we know each other?" she asked, biting her lip.

"I'll play it however you like, Bonnie." Gavin winked at her again, and she began mentally contriving ways she could fuck him again tonight without ruining her date. If she was going to land a guy like Spencer, she couldn't let on about how promiscuous she'd been. As much as Bonnie loved being a slut, she was tired of the way guys treated her because of it. She wanted someone to cuddle on the couch and make home cooked meals with, to play house and take vacations with a guy who was utterly devoted to her and only her. Yet as much as she longed for a serious, long term boyfriend, she couldn't ignore the countervailing impulse to suck and fuck and many cocks as she could handle.

Part 2

Spencer had been going to this bar for years, but still couldn't be sure what it was called. Mack's maybe? He entered the L-shaped main tavern whose vintage wooden Brunswick bar had likely stood for decades, and took a quick glance into a side room where a group of four older black guys --the only other customers in the place on a Tuesday-- were playing pool. Towards the back of that room sat an old coin-operated photo booth in the corner, next to a narrow set of steps leading down to a second bar and a cozy little performance venue with a stage. His visual survey of his surroundings stopped dead in its tracks when he caught sight of his date however. Somehow even hotter in person than she was in even deliberately revealing bikini photos, Bonnie sat, absent-mindedly stirring her drink.

She stood and walked over to him, "you must be Spencer," she said, offering her hand. Rather than shaking it, Spencer gently took her hand and planted a brief, soft kiss against her dainty skin. "Oh, a gentleman I see. I like that." Bonnie smiled. Spencer might be a little bit cheesy, but he was considerate and clearly into her. He waited until she finished her drink and then bought her another round, ordering a gin and tonic for himself to go along with hers. When he took off his letterman-style jacket and draped it over the back of his barstool, Bonnie couldn't help but ogle the fine musculature bulging under his tight-fitting polo. The apparent strength of his forearms alone offered countless erotic possibilities and she decided then and there that unless he suddenly gave off a threatening vibe, she was going to have sex with this guy tonight.

Two hours whizzed by as they chatted and flirted, careful to get tipsy enough loosen their inhibitions but not so drunk they'd get sloppy. While the spark of sexual attraction was undeniable, both Bonnie and Spencer alike were surprised at how easily they developed a witty and flirtatious rapport. Oh shit, I might actually really like this guy, Bonnie found herself thinking. "Let me buy you this next G&T," she offered. "I want you liquored up so I can take advantage of you."

"You don't have to 'take' your advantage," Spencer replied, shifting away from playful flirting towards bolder overtures. "I'll just give it to you."

Gavin had ascertained that their date was clearly going well, and accordingly, he endeavored to supply the happy couple with strong drinks and attentive service. Bonnie also noticed that he was pouring top shelf gin but charging bottom shelf prices. 'A good fuck and a helpful wingman, Bonnie reflected, I should at least get his number in case things don't work out with Spencer.' The bar had emptied out now, leaving Bonnie and Spencer the only remaining customers. Gavin had returned to washing his pint glasses while an older man, maybe late 50s or early 60s and hot in a James Gandolfini sort of way --presumably the owner-- sat by the register tallying up the evening's meagre receipts.

"Let's take a photo," Spencer suggested, leading Bonnie towards the old booth in the corner. He drew open the ratty curtain and followed her inside without even bothering to feed coins into the machine.

"Do you want to kiss me?" Bonnie didn't wait for an answer, she pulled Spencer in close and their lips met almost instinctually, as if drawn together by a magnetic force. Bonnie had been kissed by a lot of guys, but never so passionately before. The new couple melted into one another, so enflamed with mutual desire that both of them knew they couldn't wait to get to one of their respective houses --they simply had to have each other here and now. It didn't take long before Spencer moved from kissing her neck to nuzzling into the fleshy valley of her cleavage. With her back to the photo booth camera, Bonnie propped her legs onto the seat, lifted up the skirt of her babydoll dress, and pulled the thin fabric of her thong to one side. Requiring no further encouragement, Spencer dropped to his knees.

"You have the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen," he said, awestruck. He didn't have time to stare in amazement for long, however, as Bonnie gently grabbed his hair and pulled his face towards her dripping snatch. At first, he teased her clit with his tongue, making her wetter and hornier until she could barely stand it. Her burrowed his face deep into the folds of her fat pussy, licking her clit faster and harder, bringing her right up to the edge of a clitoral orgasm before slowing down again, making her increasingly desperate to cum. After a third round of build up, just as Bonnie was about to get her release after all this edging, Spencer thrust his hooked fingers into her vaginal canal, finally bringing her to an Earth-shattering orgasm. She hadn't warned him that she was a squirter, but he was lapping up her juices so enthusiastically she figured her must not mind too much.

Bonnie was dying to get Spencer's cock inside of her, but there was no way they'd have enough room to have sex in the photo booth. "That was amazing," Bonnie cooed "now let me return the favor." She pulled his joggers down to his ankles and sat him down bare-assed on the narrow bench where customers usually sat to have their picture taken. Adjusting her dress, which had been hiked up to her waist to allow Spencer access for cunnilingus, Bonnie quickly stepped out of the booth. Spencer heard the distinct sound of quarters being loaded into the photo booth. "You're about to get the most unforgettable blowjob of your life," Bonnie said confidently as the machine counted down the seconds until it was time to strike a pose. Brushing the shoulder straps of her black sundress to either side, Bonnie freed her massive tits and flashed the camera just as the first photo snapped. Before he had time to comment, Bonnie had completely enveloped his hard cock in her mouth.

She wasn't exaggerating her fellatio skills in the slightest. Bonnie knew just how to work his dick, starting with teasing little licks to the head before bathing his veiny, throbbing shaft with her wet, pink tongue, turning towards the camera and striking a flirty pose with his cock her mouth. To get the angle right, she'd had to maneuver to the side, leaving her ass protruding out of the booth from under the curtain --for anyone to see. Too far gone to pay any mind to her wanton display, Bonnie took the entire length of Spencer's cock, nuzzling her nose into his pubic mound and flicking her tongue over his balls as she deep-throated him.

I'm going to cum too soon. Spencer fretted, wanting to savor the best blowjob he'd ever had for as long as possible. He felt a swell of pride as Bonnie gagged a bit on his length. She resumed jerking him off as she took a second to catch her breath, then wolfed down his cock with renewed hunger. Spencer felt his orgasm starting to build up again when suddenly, his date gasped in shock. "Everything ok?" he asked, somewhat alarmed at the unexpected outburst.

"Everything's perfect, baby. Just sit back and enjoy." She looked into his eyes with such animalistic lust he nearly came then and there. She went back to sucking him off, but she was less focused than before, somehow. 'Was she masturbating?' Spencer thought as she moaned with her mouth full, her muffled hums gently vibrating his cock. It felt too good for him to care much either way, so he just stared into her dazzling green eyes and watched her luscious lips move up and down as they lovingly caressed every inch of his tumescence.