THE CUM BAR
It's mid afternoon on a humid, too bright and too hot day. I was in front of one of my favorite cum bars in the red light district. I've been horny since this morning and looking for release, but business kept me from attending to it.
The pedestrian alley is a red light district, home to many establishments offering lewd entertainment.
If you don't know what a cum bar is, think of it as a marked down version of a blowjob bar. One that functions for the satisfaction of both parties. You don't get to have your dick blown by ugly wenches that you pay for their service, you just get to dump your load in the mouth of a pervert looking for it. As such, a cum bar is both the cheapest form of tension release, as one only pays for the overly priced drinks, and the quickest, as punters seldom hangout for long.
Also, don't expect much choice in the recipients department. Or quality. It's all random and more often than not, the mouths, as cum dumps are called, are anything but attractive.
Most of the mouths are men. Sometimes good looking, but more often not. Fat, or bearded, or middle aged, it's not pretty. They come in all ages, from barely legal to early sixties. I don't know why I haven't seen older, maybe the establishments refuse seniors.
The female mouths usually are either as young as the law allows or middle aged. I don't remember seeing more than a handful of women in their late twenties or thirties in many years. I've tried figuring out why is that and the only theory I could come up is that the middle aged are doing it because they feel they're losing their grace and femininity and soon no man will take an interest in them, and the young because they're think it's cool, or terrible.
A mouth would wear a distinctive sign for proper identification, in most cum bars it is a pink collar. When they wear it and for as long as they wear it, they're supposed to allow any man to cum in their mouth or on their face. Some don't wear any identification and they signal to those men they find interesting that they're available.
When I enter, the chill and the low light comes as a mild shock from the searing heat outside. I head for the bar and ask for a cold beer, before studying those in attendance.
There are about half dozen gentlemen at the bar and half dozen more scattered throughout, most of which pull at their dicks slowly. Eyes focused on just one spot.
Cum bars get busier in the evening, naturally, but even then, there'd be only a few mouths looking to serve the punters. Day time, like now, there may be one, two or no mouth available.
There's just one girl now, young and slim. My eyes are still adjusting and both distance and angle are suboptimal, but I say she's pretty. Looks like no older than twenty.
She is not wearing much clothing. A white shelf bra, leaving most of her perky tits exposed, nipples overhanging. Some sort of tube mini skirt and stockings. Her dark brown hair is tied in a bun behind her head.
I can barely make out the pink collar from where I sit.
