I am speeding down the highway, wondering where I will get my next fuck. I have this sexual hunger burning away inside me. I need to get a cock inside me as soon as possible. My head is full of sexual thoughts of the men I shall fuck tonight. When I arrived at the bar, Ricky and a work Colleague Amanda, we're already there.
"Hi, guys, you're eager to start the party rolling tonight!"
"Haven't you brought a date with you Carla!" Amanda said.
I hoped to find my date, standing at the bar. I scanned around the bar looking for a worthy candidate. A group of five guys propping up the bar took my eyes.
I shook my head when Amanda said, "You will never get the right man, in a bar, Carla."
"Why ever not Amanda! I see five men, perfect for what I desire."
I could see a look of regret in her face, when she asked, "But what is your idea of a perfect man?" At this moment in my life, any guy over ten inches or over. I wasn't surprised when Amanda asked, "Why dose his height matter?"
"Not fucking height, cock length of ten plus inches." Sometimes Amanda is so blonde. " I thought Amanda, knew me, and my desire for men, she is blonde, and what is said in jest, is sometimes true.
"Hey guys, I have to go, there is someone waiting for me at the bar." He doesn't know yet, but one of the five at the bar will fuck me tonight.
"Catch ya later Carla." Ricky said as I got up to walk away.
"Ricky, be gentle with Amanda, remember she not your usual floozy?" That comment will give Amanda something for her head to think about.
I seductively walked over to the bar and let my coat slide off my shoulders, revealing my low cut black dress and letting it fall to the floor. I bend down to retrieve my coat to give the five guys, standing at the bar, a perfect view of my cleavage.