First, a little bit of background. I am polyamorous, and happily partnered. There are kinks I have that my partner does not care to participate in, so I am allowed to fulfill those needs with other people. This particular story is about my attempt at getting over a breakup with a recent lover.
After a long night of partying with coworkers, trying to forget the breakup (he decided he couldn’t share me with my partner), I couldn’t face the silence at home. Tension building between my legs, as is my reaction to heartbreak initially, I had the cab driver drop me off at the one other place I felt at home, where I thought there would be a friendly ear, though well after closing time. That place is a bar where I have been a regular off and on for about a decade, since before I could even drink. The best way I can describe the scene is Burning Man meets bordello: low lights, curtains, beaded and otherwise, soft cushions and low couches. It has always welcomed the artists and freaks into its fold.
On this particular night, I had reason to believe a friend who is a phenomenal painter and happens to work there would be working on closing chores. He is also a friend of the man I’d been sleeping with who’d ended things recently, and had helped me seduce him in the first place. I needed to tell him it was over so to stop asking me about progress, but also knew I’d find a sympathetic ear as he’s no stranger to romantic difficulties of his own.
As I spilled out of the cab and through the door, I somehow opened the pizza box I was carrying and pressed a slice into my shirt, covering it with grease. In my somewhat inebriated state, I couldn’t fathom wearing the short any more. I greeted my friend and former conspirator, who had a beer open and waiting for me, as well as one for himself. This friend has a reputation for getting naked at often inappropriate or inopportune times, so I figured with the state of my shirt, it wouldn’t bother him if I asked to take my shirt off, with the bar being closed and all. By way of answer, he took his shirt off, so I followed suit. I hadn’t been wearing a bra, so my creamy white breasts were on full display. His eye line, though not fixed, tended towards staying down as we talked about our recent misfortunes. After talking a while, he apologized for staring at my breasts, but said they were distracting him. I merely giggled in response.
A few minutes later, he said he was the only one allowed to be naked at the bar (though his pants were still on), I think as if to challenge me. I, of course, couldn’t just continue sitting there, so I slipped off my shorts and panties. We continued sitting at the bar, sipping our beers, me naked and him shirtless for a few more minutes.
As we were both still fairly upset, he asked if we could cuddle on the couch. He said he truly only wanted physical contact, but that he wanted to be naked. I obliged, and we curled up side by side on the couch, arms intertwined. From there, what happened is inevitable. My thighs were pressed up against his thighs, and so I felt when his cock began to twitch and grow hard. I looked up at him, and he apologized and said that he’d had no intentions of making any advances on me when he asked for cuddles. By way of response, I asked what he was into sexually. When he told me that he’s a true switch, but people assume he’s submissive sexually because he is socially, so he doesn’t get to exercise the dominant side as often as he’d like. I asked as a dom what in particular he enjoyed, and the first thing he said was choking. I barely heard the rest of the list because that was exactly what I needed. I told him I loved being choked.
From there, I don’t know who made the first move to kiss, but our mouths collided as his hands simultaneously started roaming my breasts and my ass. He rolled on top of me and deftly placed a hand around my throat. He continued grinding on top of me, cock coming to full mast now, and what a cock it was. Probably about 7″ long by 5″ or so in circumference but maybe a little wider at the base. I was overwhelmed with a desire to taste it, so as soon as he was off of me and I could sit up, I sat him down and knelt beside him and took him into my mouth. While working the head thoroughly with my tongue, I jerked him off at the base with one hand. Slowly I took more and more into my mouth until I was pushing into and down my throat. He gasped and began assertively fingering me from behind. We continued in this configuration for a while, and then I asked him if he’d like to fuck me, as I had condoms in my purse. He said he would, but he wanted to be sure it was okay with my partner first, so I told him that was fine, but if he wanted he could finish on my tits. I have no issue with swallowing but for some reason was feeling getting cum all over my body instead.
He told me he’d love to cum on my tits, but only if I fingered myself while he jerked off. I agreed, laid down, and he knelt over me and began to stroke. Longer and slower strokes first but gradually getting more fervent. He dripped precum on my body a few different times, so I was surprised when he asked me to put my mouth back on for a while. I happily did this for him and went straight into a deep throat this time. After what felt like less than a minute, he pushed me back again, and with a few strokes, erupted cum from the hollows of my collarbone down to the base of my sternum. Before I could lick it off myself, he’d returned with a bar rag and was using it gently to clean my breasts off. I joked “ah yes, that’s what those are for.” We cuddled a while longer, then he let me nap while he finished his closing chores.
I’d like to explore more, but that was at least enough to hold me over for a little while.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/51ka01/bar_couch_blowjob_mf