[MF/MFM] Barfly [oral] [prost]

Even for a Friday, The Pink Cavern had gathered an impressive crowd. With finals week just passed and carefree students setting their sights on summer, Sorority Row was out in full strength, fifty-some coeds crammed into the throbbing bar along with the fifty-some regulars that knew the rhythms of town well enough to know this day for a good one. The sweet smell of eager young women lay heavily on the air, as the girls filtered through the crowd, playing up their affections for one another for drinks.

“Straight girl brigade is out in force today.” CC remarked to Anita with a sip from her vodka tonic, and Anita gave her a little nod.

“Look who’s talking, though.” she sallied with a grin.

“There is a difference between being straight and being concerned about maintaining my blowjob skills.” CC offered, and Anita gave a shrug.

“Straight girls can be fun, especially on a night like this.” Anita said, pointing at a couple of coeds on the dance floor, one eating another one out. “They tend to really _go_ for it, figure their shit out.”

“If you say so.” CC said, downing her drink. “Send me a text or something if you bring someone home, so I can bunk up at Sasha’s place, or wherever.”

“What if I want you to come home and join?” Anita said with a grin.

“Then send a picture of the girl, I guess.” CC said as she stood up. “I’ll see how things are going at the Dog and Bone.”

“Sweet.” Anita said, turning her attention back to the dance floor. “Have fun.”

“Always do.” CC said, and with a little wave departed into the throng towards the exit.

Outside of the club, the air was crisp and cool, a welcome relief after the heavy, hot air inside, but still warm enough that CC felt good about popping another button on her shirt for some added circulation. Knocking a weed cig from her pack she lit up, and slinked off down the street to the Dog and Bone, a small bar a few blocks down the street.

The Dog and Bone was divey, but not so much so that it felt grimey or unsafe; more of a carefully cultivated atmosphere than a lack of care or attention to detail. The crowd was characteristically thin, limited to an aging regular getting sauced in the corner and a couple of jocks discussing the baseball game being shown on the large, artificially worn television.

“What’ll it be?” the bartender asked, giving CC a familiar smile and knowing exactly what she’d be having.

“The CC special.” CC said with a grin, leaning on the bar to show off a little cleavage.

“Coming right up.” the bartender said, before turning to the two jocks.

“Would you fellas mind watching the taps for a few minutes, I need to have a quick private conversation with this young lady.” he asked them, and they nodded vaguely in assent.

“Excellent!” he continued, leading CC off into his office.

“Special, or extra special?” he asked, shutting the door behind him, and CC gave a shrug.

“I don’t know that you can afford the extra special three times in a week.” she said with a grin, dropping to her knees in front of him and undoing his belt.

“Good point.” he said, leaning against the closed door and letting her set to work. “Hell, I can barely afford the special.”

“That I know isn’t true.” CC said with a grin up at him, before fishing his rapidly growing cock out of his boxers. “You _do_ know I work for the COC, right?”

“Ah, yeah, that’s right, innit.” he chuckled. “Special it is, then.”

“Damn right.” CC said with a grin, firmly grasping his cock, kissing and gently biting at it to coax it into hardness.

It didn’t take long for him get as hard as he was going to get, and as soon as he was CC wrapped her lips around it and began sucking in earnest, one hand stroking his slick shaft while the other kneaded his balls, rapidly leaving him panting and gasping. Paying for her drinks on her knees with him four or five times a week for the last three years had paid off, and she knew him well, hitting his every weak point with her steady, flowing rythm; now pulling back to dart a tongue over his head, then sliding down the shaft, showering it with kisses and toying with the balls, all timed to perfection.

One hundred and seventeen bobs of her head, one hundred thirty-five strokes of his shaft and one minute forty-four seconds later he came, as he always did, CC catching and swallowing every familiar drop of cum with practiced ease, before gently zipping him back up and redoing his belt.

“That should do it, yeah?” she said with a grin, giving him a light kiss on the cheek.

“Ha~ah, yeah…” he panted. “That’ll do it.”

Back at the bar, he quickly poured her a vodka tonic, and ambled over to the dish washer to tend to the finished beer glasses.

CC quickly found herself watching the game with the jocks, realizing that it was Alice’s debut into the majors, thoroughly enjoying watching her ass as she sprinted across the field in her tight uniform.

“So tell me…” one of the jocks said after a while, “how does that deal work?”

“What deal?” CC asked quizzically.

“Like, do you have to blow him for every drink, or is there a discount, or what?” the jock said, a brickable grin blooming on his face.

“Ex_cuse_ me?” CC said with no small amount of indignation.

“Listen here…” she said, looking down at his jacket, “_Thad_.”

“Listen here, Thad.” she continued. “When I suck a dick it stays fuckin’ sucked.”

“That you could even _think_ that I’m some amateur that can’t swing a whole night of drinks for a quicky is frankly _insulting_.” she finished, angrily slamming back her vodka tonic, soon finding it replaced by a new one.

“You’ll have to excuse Thad.” the other jock said with a grin. “The ‘th’ is pretty much short for ‘thick’.”

“Uh-huh.” CC said sullenly. “And what about yourself?”

“Dave”, Dave said with a smile, “but my friends call me Big D.”

“Because of your huge dick?” CC asked, taking a sip from her drink.

“No”, Dave began, before fully parsing what she’d said, “because of my big di– well, yeah.”

“I’m CC”, CC said, “and I’d bet number nineteen Suzuki’s girlfriend has a bigger dick than you do.”

“I’ll take that bet.” Dave sallied, taking a sip from his beer. “What are the stakes?”

“Don’t you mean boyfriend?” Thad interjected, but was roundly ignored.

“Name your stakes, ‘Big D’.” CC answered, inflamed by drink and accusations of amateurishness.

Before Dave could answer, CC’s phone buzzed quietly.

Snagged a pair of twins, better bunk down with Sasha. 🍑🤤🍑

Attached to the text was a photo of one of the twins eating a jelly shooter out of the cleavage of the other, and Anita giving a wide grin.

“Anything interesting?” Dave asked with a smirk, and CC shook her head.

“Your stakes.” she answered quickly.

“You come upstairs to our place, and we have a look, and if you’re wrong, the three of us make a night of it.” he said with a grin.

“Fair enough.” CC said, downing her drink. “And if I’m right, you cover my drinks the next time out.”

“Not a problem.” Dave said, patting his wallet.

“By making good on the blow job.” CC clarified, throwing a wink to the bartender.

“Sure.” Dave said with a small laugh. “Not as if it’ll happen, anyway.”

—-

The apartment was more or less what CC had expected, decorated with a downright cliché mix of sports-themed wall hangings and posters of half-naked women, including a poster from Alice’s glam shoot celebration of becoming the first woman in Major League Baseball, the irony of celebrating the sporting achievement with a nude photoshoot lost on the two meatheads.

“Do you want a beer or something?” Thad asked, drifting off into the kitchen. “Screwdriver?”

“Let’s see how long I’m staying first.” CC answered, turning to Dave.

“So I just whip it out?” he asked with a grin.

“Unless you feel like giving me some spiel about how you need to get it hard first, sure.” CC answered, giving his bulge glance.

“No”, Dave said, unzipping, “watching your ass bobbing along up the stairs took care of that.”

“Let’s have a look, then.” CC said, watching as Dave released the Big D.

“Well?” he said, giving her a knowing grin.

“I’ll have a screwdriver, with extra vodka.” she shouted into the kitchen, while she unbuttoned her shirt and turning back to Dave with a grin. “Making a night of it is then.”

By the time Thad returned with her drink, she was down to her boy shorts, and Dave had slipped out of his clothes as well.

“You want in on this, T?” Dave asked, and Thad nodded eagerly, stripping of his jacket.

“So how, you know, practically?” Dave asked as CC dropped to her knees in front of him, carefully inspecting his monster schlong.

“Well”, CC said, “I obviously can’t _not_ give blowing you a try, so I guess Thad can take me from behind or whatver?”

“Works for me.” Thad said with a grin, and Dave nodded in assent.

Quickly, CC slammed her drink, before crawling up on the couch and getting on all fours.

“Get over here, Big D.” she said, directing him to her face.

“And I trust you know what to do?” she added over her shoulder at Thad, wiggling her butt at him.

In answer, Thad grabbed her firmly by the hips and poked at her cunt with his rapidly hardening cock.

“I’ll figure it out.” he remarked with a grin.

“Say ah.” Dave said with a grin, guiding his cock to her lips, and obediently she opened wide.

“Better let her get going on this before you start.” Dave suggested, but Thad just shook his head.

“Better to help her out, I think.” he said, thrusting deep into her and pushing Dave’s cock down her throat.

The going was rough to begin with, but once she managed to slick the schlong it went easier on every eager thrust from Thad, and soon she was taking them both in to the hilt, the two of them shuttling her easily back and forth between them, filling her up from both ends.

Between the rough attention from the pair of them, CC was the first to blow, and her quivering in orgasm set Thad off as well; after blowing his load he staggered off for a moment to recuperate, allowing CC to focus her full attention on Dave’s cock, her Everest. With her ass on the sofa she managed to free up her hands to lavish some attention his balls, and it wasn’t long after he exploded, the timing of it catching her off guard and spraying his hot love over her chest and face.

Spent, she fell back into the couch, panting heavily, looking up at Dave with a grin.

“Get me another screwdriver, would you Thad?” she panted, and Thad quickly obliged.

“I’m guessing not a lot of girls can handle that.” she added to Dave when she had the drink in hand.

“Not _just_ that.” Dave admitted. “But you seem more able than most.”

“That sounds like a challenge.” CC said, draining her drink. “Switch sides?”

“Man”, Thad said, collapsing into a chair. “You guys have fun; I’m spent.”

“Your loss, asshole.” Dave ribbed as Thad staggered to his feet and stumbled off into his room. “How about we find the bedroom as well?”

CC nodded, and let Dave lead her into his room. It was decorated much the same as the living room, but the only thing CC really saw was the bed, and quickly she bounded over to it and jumped in.

“How about you turn over and I give you another ride?” Dave said climbing in after her, his cock already hardening again.

“I like the ride part”, CC said with a grin as he came face to face with her, “but with one small adjustment.”

Quickly she pushed him over, rolling after him to get on top. Grabbing his cock with both hands where it protruded between them she started slowly stroking it, making sure it was well hard.

“I think you deserve to see your handiwork, don’t you?” she said, and Dave gave her a grin in return.

For a while longer she toyed with him, grinding against the base of his cock and making sure it was well hard, before rising up and placing the tip against her cunt, the wet heat of it drawing a shiver and drop of pre-cum from him at once.

“Ready?” she asked with a grin, and before he could answer slipped down onto him with a loud moan.

It took some doing, but already eager and warmed up from Thad’s eager if inexpertly executed pounding she took him in with ease, even able to add a bit of a twist to it and tightening around him as much as she could as she pressed down; by the time her ass hit his thighs he was panting and twitching, and the very second he was buried in full he came with a quivering groan.

“That was quick.” CC said with a grin as she pulled off of him and dumped herself into bed next to him.

“Let’s try that again in a while.” she added with a grin.

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