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Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements. It was a buddy of mine's birthday, and our crew had a corner booth in this t downtown, drinking pints of beer. I was sitting with my back to the wall, as usual, so I could scope out the action, and I caught her looking my way. She was leaning over the brass rail of the bar, wearing tight blue jeans that showed off a real nice ass and black pumps that accentuated her curvy legs.

She looked over her shoulder, sipping a martini, and when I caught her looking, she didn't look away.

She had oval hazel eyes, a nice mix of green and brown, with a light of mischief, and her pretty face was framed by wavy brown hair down to her shoulders. She was sucking on that straw with rouged lips. It was me who broke eye contact. While she was watching, I took the opportunity to stand up and offer a toast to my friend. That way she could hear my booming baritone and check me out at full height.

I'm a big dude, 6'2" and pounds of solid muscle Bar slut stories years of pumping iron. Some girls are intimidated by my size, others like it. One thing I've learned is to play it cool and let women come to me. At the very least, I'll wait for a of interest, a subtle invitation, before I come up to one.

I didn't make my move right away. After all, I was there for my buddy. We were drinking and I had my arm around him, telling stories to get all the boys laughing. The brunette kept glancing over at me, but when she turned back to the bar, I'd steal glances at her body. The shape her waist, her hips and her ass was really something. Goddamn, I wanted her. Then some guy came up to talk to her, and for a second I got worried that I had waited too long. He was an older guy in his thirties who was dressed business casual after office hours.

I watched the body language, and she didn't seem too interested. She stayed facing the bar, not turning towards the guy, but she kept talking to him. I told myself she was stringing him along to run a jealousy triangle. I did it myself all the time, because it worked.

After a while, the guy excused himself and went to the bathroom, so I took a deep breath in and out and walked over. He was Latino, so I said, "Let me have a llave, bro. The bartender twisted off the cap of a cold Beck's and put it in front of me. I nodded my thanks and slipped him a tip. She looked me up and down again like she was appraising me.

She was a solid girl, not some floozy, not no ditz, and not some pushover who fell for any line of bullshit. Now she turned to face me with her cleavage showing out of a low-cut wine red blouse that matched her lips, and she looked at me directly with those hazel eyes.

Those cockblockers only get in the way. That's why I like to go out alone these days. Sandra's full lips curled up slowly into a slow smile that seemed to try to resist. Those lips made certain images flash in my mind, and right at that moment I could've sworn that she blushed ever so slightly.

Sandra took her hand back and picked up her drink to take a sip. Then she looked at me again, as if considering me. Or is it just an act, with the alcohol helping? I smiled again and put my hand on the small of her back. She didn't respond at first, sipping her drink, but right then I knew that I had her. I had found my range with this girl - well, this young woman, to be exact. We were standing there at the bar, and she kind of looked up at me, flicked up her eyebrows, and looked at me with a new softness in her hazel eyes, and I Bar slut stories looked back, but I felt calm now.

We were comfortable. For a second my heart fell, like maybe she had just been flirting. Yet she wasn't going anywhere. I went over and said good night to my friends and shook hands with the birthday boy. I found the bartender and settled the whole tab.

Then Bar slut stories offered Sandra the arm of my leather jacket, and she happily slipped her arm into mine. We walked past Business Casual and his friends. I wondered if she came to that bar to pick up guys regularly, but I definitely wasn't going to ask her that. She lived in a small walk-up bachelorette above a grocery store. We barely spoke as we walked. Then I let her walk up the steps ahead of her so I could check out her body.

The flow of her hips and legs was rivery. She was slim and curvy at the same time. Sandra knew I was staring, and she turned back with an openly flirtatious grin. Sandra dropped her purse into a chair and then stood to face me with her hip cocked and her hands on her hips. Confident," she said, "now that you made it up here, what exactly do you intend to do about it? Then I walked up to her and put my hand in her hair and we started making out heatedly, like all our pent-up desire spilled out into hot, wet, greedy kisses, our tongues swirling and flirting.

Our mouths fit real well, so we could suck each other's lips and tongues. Finally I put my hands on her body, groping and gripping her waist under her shirt, her hips, her luscious ass over her tight jeans. She had her small, warm hands roaming over my back, and she moaned with an exhale of pleasure. She had a weakness, a real physical need for sex, and not the soft and gentle sort. No, this broad needed to get fucked hard and rough - which is probably why she gave me the eye in the first place.

I was hard and rubbing up against her through our clothes. She broke the kiss for just a moment to peel my shirt off and her eyes widened with a slight smile as she looked at my chest and touched it. Then we were back to making out with abandon. Sandra slit her hand down to my crotch and felt my size, and then both her hands scrambled to undo my belt and unzip my pants. Then her warm hands were on my cock and it was my turn to Bar slut stories with weakness, with need.

Our mouths departed with regret, but then Sandra sat down on her sofa and without hesitating took my cock deep into her mouth. Sandra's mouth engulfed and virtually gripped my dick, and she tightened her lips on the way out. The feeling was incredible. Right away I knew that she was a truly talented cocksucker. Most women are mediocre at best. They suck sock as if they don't really want to, as if they're only doing it to please you, and so they're half-hearted. Sandra Bar slut stories have to be asked, and she clearly enjoyed it. Enjoyed it, hell, I could see that she loved to suck cock.

She was hungry for it, taking it deep with a passion, taking my cock deeper every time. In a minute, she swallowed my cock all the way to the root - an incredible sight - with the tip pushing into her throat. Yet it still seemed like she wanted more.

Then she pulled the cock all the way out, took a quick breath, and took it all the way in again, with her lips tight around my dick the whole time.

Sandra deepthroated me over and over, building up a good steady rhythm. At the same time, she cupped my balls and massaged them gently. God, it felt so good. It was one of the best blowjobs I'd ever gotten. Definitely in the top three. I put my hands in her hair and she seemed to welcome it.

The next thing I knew I was fucking her mouth like it was a pussy, and she looked up at me with a gleaming shine in her eyes. I pulled her up and kissed her aggressively. She bit my lips a little, and then I was peeling her clothes off in a rush. Bar slut stories a few seconds, she stood before me naked - slim, curvaceous and tanned, with her gorgeous tits out for me to squeeze and suck. She was fucking perfect. I reached between her legs and found her soaking wet down there. I looked her in the eye and she was almost sheepish about it for a second.

I pushed her down on the sofa and almost dove between her legs. I wanted to taste her pussy, her essence. That's one thing about me, I just love to eat young pussy. It's different if a broad is over thirty, but fresh young pussy is a true delicacy. Sandra was shaved smooth except for a tiny patch above the clit.

Her juice was abundant and she tasted sweet and tangy. Her hands were playing with my hair, holding her to her. I stuck my tongue into her opening at the bottom of the slit to get that nectar straight from the source. Sandra arched her back and moaned like crazy. I ate her pussy with a passion for a few minutes, and then just as my cock started to soften a little, she said, "Climb on top of me.

Fuck me in the mouth while you're doing that. I laid back and she climbed on so eagerly that she almost kneed me in the head. We got into sixty-nine, and then we both went to town. God, eating her pussy while she was sucking my dick was divine. She sucked my cock until it was rock-hard again, and then she pulled it out of her mouth and started licking my balls and then my taint, everything moist now. I gripped her gorgeous ass in my palms and worked my tongue on her slit, her pussy lips, her hole, her thighs, and finally I pulled her down a little lower and ran my tongue over her smooth asshole.

Sandra kicked up into another gear altogether. She moaned loudly with her cock in my mouth Bar slut stories then pulled it out to say, "Oh, God, yes! That feels so good! Inside, I was ecstatic, because on top of everything else, this gorgeous fuck-slut had a horny ass. She had her hands on my taint and my balls, and she was sucking on me so hard that I felt the feeling change and cross over into that realm that approached orgasm.

She got off me, and I grabbed her and put her on her knees on the sofa, and stabbed my dick into her sopping wet cunt. We both moaned in unison and slowed down for a second. Her pussy was hot and tight, and the next thing I knew, she gave me a little squeeze, almost like the way you squeeze a lover's hand in reassurance.

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