The Washroom Stall. [Oral]

The clacking sound of her high heels echoed in the parking lot as she made her way to the entrance of The Rocker’s Pit; a wretched biker bar on the wrong side of town. As she walked on the freshly wet pavement, drunk passerby whistled and stared. On that stormy Wednesday night, she had chosen a pair of fierce Gladiator sandals that laced up her leg to end just before her knees, exposing her tanned thighs and leading up to a form fitting satin red dress. The strapless dress hung perfectly on her breasts and defined her buttocks so flawlessly as though finely cut like a diamond. Her golden blond hair fell long and wavy over her shoulders, back and part of her face, flaunting her luscious heart-shaped lips and almond shaped eyes.

She was standing in front of the bar and could hear the muffled music behind the doors as she reapplied red lipstick. The large wooden doors opened and the loud bass came washing over her. The vibration coursed through her body as she slowly walked into the poorly lit bar. The music was booming with a slow rhythm and for a moment, it seemed like all eyes were on her. She sensually walked to an available seat at the bar beside a quiet and thin looking man who drank cheap beer and scribbled on napkins. She ordered a shot of whiskey and scanned the room for her next prey.

A tall man with brown dreadlocks, dark Aviator sunglasses and big tattooed arms had his eyes on her since she walked in. “Tonight, I will have her”, he thought as he chugged the rest of his beer and walked towards her. She excited him more than he had expected to be on a Wednesday night. The crisscrossed straps going up her legs were driving him crazy. He kept picturing his fingers holding her ankles up and the feel of leather against his skin. He sat at the empty seat beside her and softly touched her arm. She drank her whiskey at once and with a smirk, got up to face him. Their eyes met and hers begged to be ravaged by his hard cock.

They made their way to the men’s dirty washroom and as he watched her perfectly round ass shake from the left to the right, his erection grew bigger and harder. She opened the washroom door with a swing and turned to look at him. Her lips curled into a smile for a brief moment and her playful gaze only made him want her more. Making her way to one of the stalls, she started to pull her dress up, exposing a black lace thong. He grabbed her hips and firmly rubbed the outlined of his hard dick between her butt cheeks to let her know that he was ready as they entered the stall.

Once inside, she positioned herself in a doggy position, exposing her ass and part of her shaved pussy. As he stroked his cock with one hand, he grabbed her hips with his other hand to bring her closer. He then fondled her pussy and separated her labia with his fingers, tracing up to her clitoris. He gently rubbed it and traced his fingers back down where he entered her in one smooth stroke, making her moan loudly.

He enjoyed hearing her scream as he grabbed her by the hair roots and pulled abruptly yet softly. She smiled as the pain that coursed through her body turned into pleasure. She begged for his dick to go deeper and faster as she squealed with excitement from the orgasm.

Slowly, she got down on her knees, took his member in her hand and started stroking up and down as her tongue slowly traced its way from the shaft to the top of his penis. When she reached the top, she wrapped her lips around it and flicked her tongue on the tip. She then took it all inside of her mouth as she gently played with his balls. As she felt the semen spreading inside of her mouth, she gently but sharply shoved his dick deeper, making the semen glide smoothly into the back of her throat.

He watched her wet lips unwrap from his limp cock and noticed the traces of red lipstick left behind. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and lowered her dress. He watched her exit the stall and walk out of the dirty washroom without hesitation.

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