1. The Back Room of the Bar


    Date: 4/7/2015, Categories: Fetish, Hardcore, Taboo, Author: want2bused, Rating: 90, Source: xHamster

    feels good to keep the beaver breathing. I love these hose, they shimmer even in low light. I put on a purple bra because it matched. This one is padded which isn’t really sexy to me, but the unprinted fabric matches the sheen in my pantyhose. The minidress I slip on is matching purple. It doesn’t have the sheen of the bra, but the colors match. It allows just the upper edges of my bra to show, making it appear to be another layer to the dress. Without a bra, my tits wouldn’t stay in the dress so they worked together well. Some purple open toed wedges finished the outfit. I looked great, I felt hot. My dress was just long enough to cover my ass and allow me to sit if needed. It was a good mix of plenty to see and plenty to imagine. I headed out. I got to Zebos knowing there was plenty of time left in the game Patrick and the guys were watching. I doubt it was even half time yet. I parked and went in. I smiled at every single guy that turned to look at me. The crowd here was about the party. Lots of music, lots of talking, and great atmosphere. No one here cared much for sports, I loved it! I took a seat next to the first guy to offer me a drink. Neither were in short supply. The band was playing, the drinks were flowing, I was having a great time. I finally texted Patrick, “back room of Zebos, 1105pm. I’ll be wet and waiting”. I hit the send button. One guy didn’t care if I was married, he was into me. He bought my drinks all night. We talked and laughed, had a great time. ...
    For his generosity I gave him a handjob. I made it conditional though, “If I give you a handjob”, I told him, “you have to leave for the night”. The husband was coming for me and I didn’t want trouble to arise. He agreed and we separately arrived at the back room upstairs. He had his dick out waiting for me as I turned on the light. “Well, we should lube that thing up, huh” I said. I instantly gobbled him up, I mean really! Who gives hand jobs anymore. He pulled away as he orgasmed, I didn’t see where it went. No matter, a dried spot on the floor wouldn’t mean much to anyone. “alright” I said. “I kept my end of the bargain. See you some other time”. He split. I stayed a few minutes. I wanted to arrange the room a little for my fuck session with Patrick. I pulled an old club chair across from the door and to the left so no one could see me when he opened it. I would leave the lights off, just sexier that way. Fuck, cum, then back to the party. I came back downstairs. “Shit!” I thought. I had left my purse and phone at the bar. No one had taken them. “Stupid move on my part” I said to myself. I checked my phone it was 1040pm. “Sex for me soon!”, I was excited. Another drink came to me from the bartender, but I didn’t see who he said sent it to me. I smoked a cigarette and watched the band. I finished my drink and headed back upstairs to the back room. No one ever went back there. They stored beer and liquor in another room. You had to walk past the bathrooms, pool table and dart ...
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