Ch. 7 -- Gary Gets A Surprise
GARY
A raucous din of approvals hit her like a barrage of cannon fire. I had finally reached her with the shot of vodka, but she stopped me with a gesture.
Now I watched her hand clasp the base of Ricky's drug-induced yet still engorged manhood. She slid her hand up and down, giving it a few pumps. She seemed to stare clinically at his cock as a drop of pre-cum beaded up at the very tip. Then Sasha's hand slid lower down. She cupped the wrinkled sac of Ricky's brown testicles.
"Can someone get me a hammer?" she called out.
I stiffened. Oh shit. Did I hear that right? A small hush passed over the crowd. Clearly this woman meant business. Some of our less regular patrons, or those who didn't know the Frost Demons as well as I did, now realized how dark a turn tonight's festivities might take. Despite his dark complexion, Ricky's face had somehow turned ghost-white. When he tried to beg for mercy, Sasha took her panties and used them as a makeshift gag for his mouth.
Finally a man with a braided beard and black biker vest stood up and called out. "I've got one somewhere in my truck. I'll go get it." He stepped away and I wondered if I should do something to stop this before things got out of hand. Before I could, though, Sasha seemed to remember I existed.
"Gary." She nodded at me with respect. "Good to see you, babe. I'm ready for that drink now." She took it from me, then knelt down by the stricken fiancé. She took the gag out just long enough to force him to choke down the potent liquor. Then she retied the gag to his face. I was just turning to walk back to the bar when her voice hit me like a deadly caress.
"Whoa there. Where do you think YOU'RE going? I still need a drink." I turned back and frowned at her. I wasn't sure what the hell she meant. She made a coaxing gesture with one hand. It wasn't far off from an imperious 'come hither.' I walked up to her again. She was still kneeling beside the miserable wretch on the floor.
Before I could ask her again what the hell she wanted, I found Sasha's hands at my waist, unbuckling my belt.
"Sasha-"
"Don't move," she barked, her gaze darting suggestively toward Rex as if to say 'You piss me off, my man will make you regret it.' "I said I wanted a drink, and you're going to provide it. The juice from your nut sac will do."
I stood there indecisively. Sasha's graceful fingers soon had my belt unbuckled and my pants unbuttoned and now my jeans were falling down around my ankles. My eager rod sprang free. I looked down at her, my limbs still frozen as she leaned forward and slowly engulfed just the tip of my shaft between her pink lips. The feel of her mouth around my cock felt like heaven. Her tongue cradled the underside of my dick and her one hand gently played with my balls. All the while, she looked up at me like a succubus, her dark, seductive eyes making it impossible for me to form a single coherent thought.
"Looks like your woman has a thing for Gary," one of the Frost Demons dared to say to their leader. Rex paused in his beating of the blonde long enough to look at his wife. She withdrew her mouth from my shaft but was still licking the tip of my cock like a tasty treat while her gaze met his.
"I'll make you pay for being such a whore before the night is through, honey. Count on it. Until then, though, go ahead and have your fun," Rex rumbled. Rex didn't mind letting his wife have some independence. She could fuck whoever she wanted, within reason. The rumor mill certainly had sent plenty of stories my way of her sexual escapades. The only men she couldn't fuck were men from rival gangs and other Frost Demons -- unless Rex specified otherwise. Sometimes he would give Sasha to one of his subordinates to fuck as a reward. As for Sasha, well, she never seemed to mind...
"Uuuuuuhhh."
Had that groan been MINE? I guess it had.
Now I lost my train of thought again while the beautiful brunette worked her mouth up and down my shaft. I watched her perfect lips form a tight seal around my manhood. Her hands now cupped my ass cheeks as she pumped her mouth back and forth, back and forth, slobbering all over my dick. Her eyes drew me in, seductive as ever while she looked up at me. Oh god... I had already been stiff from watching all the action on the barroom floor. It would be more than a little embarrassing to explode in this nasty vixen's mouth right in front of all my customers.
Then again, maybe this level of bliss was more than worth a little embarrassment. Sasha had managed to slide her mouth all the way down my shaft. In an impressive feat, her tongue now lapped at the front of my balls while she deep-throated me. She pressed her nose against my pubic hair and made an impressive gurgling sound, impaling her face on my elongated man-meat. I belatedly realized that I was stroking her raven tresses with one hand and bucking my pelvis into her mouth as if to drill my cock through her skull.
I could feel the eruption coming. Fuck. I couldn't last like I used to. I wasn't a fucking 20-year-old anymore. I groaned and kept stroking Sasha's hair as she slid her mouth off of me. She gripped my shaft and was staring at it, jerking it. The whole length of it was now a slimy, saliva-coated mess.
"You gonna CUM in my mouth, big guy?" Sasha cooed.
