A Dark And Stormy Night 750 Word

A Dark and Stormy Night - 750 word project

Slim Jim's, my rat hole bar, down an alley in the central business district is nearly empty on this dark and stormy night in that lull between Christmas and the New Year. I am sitting behind the bar, doing my monthly paperwork when Bob, or at least I think his name is Bob, steps up and orders 2 shots of Tequila, a Tequila Sunrise and a beer, different from usual fare and much more than he has ordered beforehand at a single time. I pour his drinks and then watch as he staggers back to his booth in a dark corner, also different than usual.

I notice he isn't alone and wonder who is with him, as I did not see anyone else enter my establishment. Because the law requires it, but more for my personal curiosity, I wander over. She is a slip of a girl, nearly sitting on his lap, and far younger than his 50 something years on Earth. She is cute, but resembles a wet rat with her long, dark, stringy hair hanging down in a vain attempt to cover her substantial bust line, well out of proportion with her lithe body.

I pull the young lady aside, asking, "May I see your ID?"

"I don't have one," she whispers back.

Outraged, I state louder than I intend, "You're only 15?"

Meekly, she replies, "I'm 19." But it is too late. Bob is sliding out of the table and pulling on his coat.

"There goes my only chance of getting out of the rain tonight," she says, nearly breaking from the strain. As I clear the drinks away, I look at her again and she is hugging herself. She trails me over to the bar a few moments later. "What am I going to do?" she sobs, tears threatening.

My anger dimeshes as I stare at her. "Shit," I utter. "I'm going to regret this, but you can sleep on my couch."

I find out her name is Mary during the next half hour as I decide to close early since there are no customers. She looks pathetic as I dig out a slicker hidden in the back room for the walk outside. In the truck, she slides over the bench seat, closer to me and I start to ask, "What are..." you doing? Her head rests on my shoulder as I think she is trying to get warm, but her hand slips into my lap.

"I'm thanking you," she replies and I feel her fingers on my fly.

"You don't..." I start to say and the next thing I know is she has my cock in her mouth. She initially handles my flaccid manhood easily, but as I grow, she begins to gag.

"God, you're big," she coughs as she tries to shove me down her throat, unable to accomplish her task.

She is good, and luckily I don't live too far away from work, or I would be spurting down her throat because it has been far too long since anyone has done this. Or even offered. I pull up and park in the driveway, announcing, "We're here." She has a mischievous smile gracing her face, drool dripping off her chin when sits up in the truck.

My lust has blinded me as I try to get her inside my house without any of the neighbors spotting what is happening. We barely make it inside the front door before I press her to the wall and claim her mouth. I lift her up and she wraps her legs around my waist and arms around my neck. I take in her diminutive size, around a foot shorter than I am and about 110 pounds, less than half of my weight.

Her unbound, d-cup breasts with rock hard nipples dig into my chest as I pull up her short, tight skirt, only to find she is going commando. I never fastened my jeans from the adventures on the way home and i shed them easily

I stumble to the couch and she sits on my lap, my cock buried deep within her honeypot. I see her look at a photo of happier times, my wife, daughter and me on the first day of school.

"Daddy?" she mutters as she orgasms. I explode at the same moment, not hearing what she said. As she collapses onto my chest, she repeats herself loud enough for me to hear.

"What?" I gasp as my cum seeps from her cunt.