Bar Girl (MF, Oral, creampie)

I’ll be honest, when I suggested that we go back to my place from the bar, I meant it as much as a joke as anything. Then you said yes. Then things changed. I felt my cock jerk and grow in my jeans, making them pull tight. Under the bar counter you grab it and wink at me. I follow you as you get up and we make our way to the door.

The short car ride back is filled with your hands stroking my dick and road head, keeping me on edge the whole time. It’s all I can do to focus on the drive a few miles home. After parking I tuck my shaft in my pants enough to make it inside the door.

It slams shut the time I slam you against the wall, my mouth sucking and kissing at yours. You moan like a slut when my hand reaches under your skirt and I find out you’re not wearing panties. Your wet, fleshy lips drag between my fingers as I finger fuck your snatch. You drop my pants for me to step out of and start stroking my cock, using your thumb to swirl on the tip of it and play in my precum.

We stop long enough to make it to the couch, each of us ripping our remaining clothes off as we go. Your bust looked great in that low cut top, but fuck, your tits look even better bare with your small hard nipples poking out. You lay on the couch, legs spread, an invitation to use you as a fucktoy. I get over you and let my cock drag across your soaking slit a few times before grabbing you by the throat. I want to see the look in your eye when you feel me inside you for the first time. Your eyes widen and you gasp out a choked moan as I press into you.

Your warmth and grip are aided by your juicy wetness that lets me glide in without too much fuss. I start with a slow pace with long, deep strokes, taking my eyes from yours to admire your body. Your moderately busty top slims slightly at the waist and widens again at your hips, a perfect hourglass. Your stomach goes up and down as I fill your pussy with my stiffy, making your copper colored landing strip do the wave.

“You brought me home from a bar, are you going to make love to me, or are you going to fuck me like the slut you brought home?” You chastise me. With a sadistic smile on both of our faces, I pull myself from you, literally dripping your pussy juices across the couch cushions. I pull you up and lay you across the arm of the couch. I slap your bare ass hard for questioning me, a red handprint glowing against your pale skin. Taking a handful of your copper hair I lift you chin and shove my dick into your mouth, your wet still coating me. Your throat makes gurgling noises as you suck while I push your face further onto me.

“It’s harder to talk back when someone’s skullfucking you, isn’t it?” I observe. I don’t want to finish too early so I stop you before I bust. You wipe your mouth, panting as you catch your breathe.

“I’m flexible too, you know,” You tell me as you spread your legs up and down into a split. “But who can get you deeper? You or me?” I walk behind you and take your airborne leg against my chest, holding you in the pose. “Bottom my cunt out or cum trying babe.” You challenge me.

Your pussy is pulled into a tight slit and your lips grip and drag hard against my shaft as I fuck you hard and fast. The wet sounds of me ravaging your hole are nearly as loud as our labored breathing. Changing my footing, I find the best angle to get balls deep into you, crashing into your cervix and making you let out a ragged cry. I keep pounding it, trying to hit it even harder.

“Ok ok, fuck! You win!” You pull yourself away from me and lay on your back, struggling to breath right. “Sit down fucker, it’s my turn.” Your words are much more threatening than you look at the moment. You throw your leg over me, my cock between us but pressed against your pussy so that I can feel your inner heat on me. Your breath still has the scent of your wetness on it and I want a taste too. I pull you in for a kiss and you start to grind on me, your swollen, fleshy lips draped over my shaft as you tease me by sliding up to the tip and then back down to my base.

“You know what my favorite feeling is when I’m fucking somebody?” You whisper in my ear. “Them being as deep in me as you and then cumming fucking hard in my tight little cunt. Filling me up like that always makes me cum too. That warm, filling feeling, all the way inside of me,” you slide your pussy up my shaft and over the head this time, letting my dick inside your wet embrace again. “Are you going to make me cum?” You whisper and kiss my neck, planting your snatch firmly onto me, pressing me into your cervix.

Your hips rock back and forth, never leaving the base of my cock, only grinding your clit on my pelvis. I pull down on your shoulders, giving just a little bit extra pressure. You’re tensed up, eyes squeezes shut as I finish, filling your pissy with my hot jizz. You cry out loudly and I feel your vag spazz and grip tightly as you climax with me. You change from grinding to full length strokes on me, letting my creamy cum run out of you over me. You keep riding out the orgasm, not stopping until you’re practically crying from the sensation.

You roll off of me and lay on your stomach, letting the cream pie I put in you drain from your twitchy gaped hole. I go get a towel and wipe between your legs, making you shiver as I dry your pussy.

“I’m not sure how good that was, I might have to try again to make sure,” I joke with you.

“Now, shower, morning, fuck me when you’d like,” you pant out. “Just make sure I do that again.”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bj4ce4/bar_girl_mf_oral_creampie

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