Jenny went to the bar to find a guy to fuck her pussy. It had been 9 months since she last had sex, and she was desperate for a hot, thrusting penis to fill her up and make her come.
Jenny's friend Christy turned her onto a soft-porn / S&M novel called 50 Shades of Grey and she couldn't put it down. It opened up a floodgate of sexual passion that she never knew she had. Jenny started spending more time on porn sites, watching movies of group gang-bangs and reading erotic stories about sexcapades with multiples sexual partners. Everything turned her on and made her pussy slick.
Her masturbatory adventures had been reaching epic proportions lately. She would writhe in her sheets for hours each night, fingering her clit and stuffing her pussy with large vibrating dildos. Nothing seemed to satiate her appetite.
She couldn't contain herself at work either. She had to close the door to her office and masturbate herself to orgasm at least twice a day. She would lean back in her office chair and put her feet up on the desk, spread her legs slightly apart, and rub her clitoris. When she was good and wet, she would push aside her panties and insert 2 fingers in her pussy and fuck herself. Hard.
After she came, she would put her panties back in place, sit up straight and take a few deep breaths. When her heart rate slowed, she would lick her fingers clean and get back to work.
Lately, however, this was not enough to satisfy her. She would spend her entire afternoon at work rubbing her pussy behind a closed door. Soon her boss would start no to notice that she wasn't getting any work done. And the smell...it permeated the entire room. Colleagues would come into her office and be surrounded by the overwhelming smell of sex.
No, this masturbation thing wasn't going to cut it anymore. She needed a good deep dicking from a real man with a hard cock.
So she put on her fuck-me boots, a skirt, and short top that exposed her tight abs. Nothing too slutty, just enough to let guys know that she was hot and ready to fuck. She didn't want some complicated relationship or some 1-minute-man. She needed a man who knew what he was doing.
So she headed to the bar.
She sat in the middle of the bar and ordered a beer, surveying the room for Mr. Wonderful. There was a group of guys at the pool table that looked promising. She watched them closely as she drank her beer. And there he was. 6' 2'', brown hair, green eyes, and a good looking bulge in his jeans. Unless he was stuffing a sock in there, there was something good to fill her up.
She watched him from the bar and undressed him with her eyes. She put her beer bottle in her mouth seductively and took a drink. Eventually he would notice. When he looked over, she slowly uncrossed her legs and recrossed them again, giving him a peak. He smiled. She smiled back.
It was on.
5 minutes later, he approached the bar and stood next to her with a twenty in his hand. "May I buy you a drink?" he asked.
"Sure, but I'd rather we just walk out of here and go back to my place."
This caught him off guard. "I, uh, that wasn't what I expected you to say."
"Look, I think you're attractive. I've been sitting here for 20 minutes looking around the bar for Mr. Right, and I chose you. I want you to take me home and fuck the shit out of me. I'd rather not waste time getting drunk and spending your money. Are you interested or not?"
He put his money back in his wallet and escorted her out of the bar.
She lived just up the block, so they walked. "My name is Derek, by the way. And you are?"
