Shots at the bar

Tracy sighed as she stared out of the window. The boredom of the past few days had been unrelenting. She stared out at the drizzle, watching as it slowly turn the world around her a dull grey.

She crossed the floor of her bedroom, stopping in front of the mirrors on her wardrobe, and eyed herself critically. She wore a faded cotton vest and a pair of ill-fitting shorts which hung unflatteringly and hid the curves of her body.

“Very sexy.” she thought sarcastically.

A buzzing from her bedside table made her turn and she saw her phone’s screen flash to announce a text message. Before she was able to pick the phone up, it buzzed three more times. Scanning the screen she saw messages from a group chat. Her friend Sara had broken up with her boyfriend Dave. Again.

Tracy sighed at this news. Sara and Dave were more off and on than the light switches in a home for OCD sufferers. But still, the news gave her the excuse to tidy herself up and get ready for a night out as Sara had pretty much demanded that they do so.

She crossed the hall to the bathroom, stripping off her clothes as she did. The shower was switched on and, after checking the stream of water was at an acceptable temperature, she stepped under the flow.

She be warm water caressed over her skin and helped relax her muscles. Tracy grumbled to herself that this had been the only caressing that her body had experienced for weeks. As she scrubbed herself clean she vowed to do something about that tonight.

She returned to her bedroom, a large towel wrapped around her. She opened her wardrobe and examined the clothes that hung there, contemplating which outfit to wear tonight. Her thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell, and still wrapped in only a towel she went to answer it.

At the door stood Gary, the nerdy younger brother of her friend Mandy. Tracy hadn’t seen Gary since he’d left for uni a year ago and the year away from home had made a difference.

The thick lenses he’d worn on his face had been replaced by much smaller, more fashionable glasses. His previously greasy hair was now clean and cut into an attractive style, his skin which had been rather spotty was now clear and smooth, he’d grown about a foot height and had clearly begun working out.

Tracy gawped at him for a moment, before regaining her composure. She smiled sweetly at him before inviting him in. She had noticed her new, cooler look had slipped slightly when he saw her towel-clad body, and she thought back to visits to his and Mandy’s home when they were kids.

She’d always suspected Gary had a crush on her but they had always teased him for being such a nerd. One such teasing had come in the form of flashing their tits at the young lad, causing him to turn a bright scarlet and run off to his room. Tracy decided to have a little fun with him and see if she couldn’t get him to turn scarlet again.

She stood close to him, looking up at his face with a sweet look of innocence.

“So what can I do for you, Gary?” she asked, her voice suggesting at something more than just a social call.

Gary licked his dry lips before responding. He’d decided to try and impress Tracy with his makeover but her standing there in just a towel had reduced him back to that spotty 15-year old that she used to mock.

“Um, err Mandy asked me to pop by and collect her shoes that you borrowed.”

Tracy smirked at his discomfort.

“Oh yes, they’re in the bedroom.”

She emphasized the word bedroom, her tone suggested something but never stated it outright. Tracy walked off towards the bedroom, retrieved the shoes, and loosened the towel around her. She returned to Gary and as she walked towards him, allowed the towel to fall from her body.

Gary stared opened mouthed at her. His eyes took in the curves of her body, the fullness of her breasts and he could feel his cock bulging against the front of his jeans.

Tracy acted like she didn’t know she was naked and returned to stand in front of him, holding out the shoes with a sweet smile on her lips. She gave him a puzzled look before her eyes were drawn to the bulge in the front of his pants.

“Do you know you’ve got an erection? she asked matter of factly.

Gary tried to come up with a suave response but his brain was being starved of blood.

“It..err..must be the shoes.”

Tracy raised her eyebrows at this. She crouched down placing the shoes on the floor, her face dangerously close to Gary’s crotch. The spotty 15-year-old part of Gary wanted to run but found his feet were firmly planted to the floor.

Tracy could now see his bulge up close and what had started as a way to tease the boy was now causing her to be turned on too. She stood back up, looking up at his face, remembering the things they used to say when teasing him.

“Have you got a girlfriend yet Gary?”

He shook his head in response, unable to speak. She took his hand in hers and spoke again.

“So are you a virgin then?”

Again he shook his head. Part of his new look had meant he’d lost his virginity at a freshers ball at university. But he was still unable to speak.

“I bet you wank yourself silly over me, don’t you? Tell the truth.”

His head bobbed forward in an almost imperceptible nod. She lifted his hands and placed them on her breasts.

“Did you think about squeezing my titties when you wank?”

Again a nod.

“I bet you dreamed about me doing the wanking,” she said, her hand now gently rubbing over the front of his jeans.

Tracy’s fingers found his zip and with a practiced touch, had him unzipped and her hand around his cock. Fishing it out, she was stunned by its size. Had she known he was walking around with this monster when they were kids, she’d have done more than just flash her tits at him.

She dropped to her knees, her hand still wrapped around his thick shaft.

“Did you imagine me sucking your dick, Gary?” She said, her lips tantalizingly close to the tip of his cock.

He nodded again. This time very enthusiastically.

Tracy looked up at him, her mouth open and her tongue licking her lips but never moving closer. Gary shuddered as he felt her hot breath blowing over the tip of his cock. His eyes burned into Tracy, his mind willing her to take his cock between her plump lips. Tracy’s nostrils filled with Gary’s musky scent and she realized the time for teasing was over. With well-practiced skill, she allowed him to fill her mouth. She sucked greedily at him, enjoying the flavor.

Gary gasped at the feeling. He’d spent many evenings alone in bed, jerking his cock and imaging how this would feel. But not a single one of those nighttime fantasies came close. His breathing became heavy, Tracy’s mouth causing joyous bliss to fill his being, but then he realized that he was too close to coming. Not wanting this to end he pushed her away and onto her back. Tracy was a little shocked by this but when Gary’s face dropped to between her legs she let out a moan of pleasure.

Gary did not have the ability for oral sex as Tracy had, but his energy and enthusiasm made up for his lack of skill. Tracy’s hands ran through his hair, loving the feeling of his tongue as it licked and moved across the lips of her pussy.

“That’s it. Good boy.” she cooed in encouragement “keep going, I’m soooo close.”

Spurred on by her encouragement, Gary continued to suck and slurp at Tracy’s pussy as her moaning continued to grow in volume. Her hips began to grind against his face as she begged him for more before arching her back and screaming loudly as she came.

Her breath coming in short gasps she reach out her hand and grabbed his cock, pulling him towards her.

“Fuck me,” she demanded, “fuck me good and hard.”

His cock easily slid into her, Tracy crying out in passion as she felt every inch of him inside her.

“Don’t hold back,” she pleaded “give me everything you have.”

Gary was more than happy to oblige. The feeling of finally fulfilling his fantasy and fucking his sister’s friend was worth every humiliation they’d poured on him as a kid. But there was one last thing he wanted.

Before Tracy knew what was happening, Gary had flipped her onto her front and his cock began pushing its way into the tight rosebud of her ass. He wasn’t the first guy she’d had in her ass, but he was certainly the biggest. All Tracy could do was screw up her eyes, grit her teeth and try and relax enough to allow him to do what he was going to do.

She flicked her fingers over her pussy, hoping to distract herself from the slow pain in her backside which she was gratefully happy was receding. She forced herself into a relaxed posture and began to enjoy the sensation of Gary’s cock as he slowly screwed her. His mouth moved next to her ear and he whispered to her.

“Am I fucking you hard enough now?”

She looked back at him, grabbed him by the hair, and pulled him into position so that she could kiss him.

“No,” she replied with a grin.

Gary began to thrust into her with every bit of strength he had. Tracy could do nothing but bury her head in the pillow and scream. Each thrust into her was met with a screamed response from her which turned into a single phrase repeated over and over.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

Gary roared as he came, his cum firing deep into Tracy’s bowels and the pair collapsed on the living room floor. As they disentangled themselves, Tracy was the first to speak.

“Oww, you bastard. You could have at least warned me you were into buttfucking. I’ve got some lube in the bedroom. I’m supposed to be going out tonight and I can barely walk.”

“I’ll remember that for next time,” he said with a grin.

Tracy was about to tell him there was no chance of a second time, but the thought of turning down a cock like Gary’s made her pause. She watched him stuff his dick back into his pants, grad Mandy’s shoes and then he leaned over and kissed her deeply.

“Maybe I’ll see you later?” He said in a hopeful voice.

“Maybe.” Replied Tracy.

After he’d left, she returned to the bathroom. A second shower was required as she still needed to pick an outfit. Her encounter with Gary had been fun, but she still wasn’t completely satisfied. In the end, she picked a sparkly halter top and black leggings.

Given the figure-hugging qualities of the clothes she had chosen, she also decided to not bother with underwear. As her plans that night included finding a dick to ride, she felt this was the best way to go as she always enjoyed the look on a guy’s face when he realized.

Her friends had agreed to meet at a bar in town rather than the local pub that was their usual haunt. Tracy walked through the door and saw her friends around a table at the far end. She walked across the floor, pretending not to notice the lustful stares that the men she passed gave her. A number of empty glasses already populated the table and she was about to stop at the bar to get herself a drink when Clair appeared next to her, a bottle of wine in her hand.

The evening went as pleasantly as it could. Drinks were had, followed by cocktails and shots. The bar had a DJ set up in a raised area of the bar and the girls soon took to the dancefloor. They moved and gyrated in time to the pulsing beat. Tracy could feel eyes on her from across the bar. Her round ass and large tits always drew attention from any man who saw her.

However, the drama of the evening was just starting. Tracy looked over at the door and frowned as she spotted Dave and a group of his friends walking in. Tracy was unsure if she should head off Dave or warn her friend. However, when she looked around for Sara, she saw that her friend was dancing with another man.

Well, it could only be called dancing because they were fully clothed and in public. Somewhere else, it would be considered hardcore sex. Tracy watched as Dave stormed onto the dance floor and a three-way argument kicked off. She couldn’t hear the words over the music, but she could get the gist of it. She watched as Sara pointed her finger, the slender digit almost touching his nose. Then she grabbed the hand of the guy she’d been dancing with and dragged him out the bar. Dave’s friends held him back from following the pair, but Tracy’s concern for her friend meant she went after them.

Getting out onto the street in front of the bar, Tracy was surprised that the two had seemingly vanished until she heard voices from a narrow alleyway between the bar and its neighbouring building. Peering into the alley, she saw two figures there and was shocked to realize that it was Sara and the guy she’d just met. He had her pinned up against the wall, his trousers round his ankles, and Sara’s legs wrapped around him. Tracy stared open-mouthed as she watched her friend get roughly fucked against an alley wall.

Sara’s head was thrown back as she moaned loudly as her new lover pumped into her. With a moan of his own, his body spasmed, and Tracy realised he must have finished. She pushed herself up against the wall, hoping to not be noticed by the two as they kissed and rearranged their clothing. They left the alley together, walking past Tracy in her hiding spot and Tracy was left with a strange feeling of exhilaration. She slipped out of the alley and back to the bar.

Walking up to the bar, she waved at the barman and ordered herself a vodka and tonic. The barman stared down her cleavage as he poured her drink. Tracy squeezed her shoulders together in order to push her tits towards him. He grinned at her, pouring an extra shot of vodka in the glass but only charging her for one. She blew him a kiss in thanks before turning around to scout out her own Prince Charming for the evening, given that Sara had clearly sorted herself out for the night.

Her eyes fell on Dave and his group of friends. Dave’s face was forlorn, while his friends gathered around trying to cheer him up. Tracy could only make out a few indistinct words, but the hand gestures they were making helped fill in the blanks of their conversation. Her eyes moved over each man in turn, weighing each one up as a potential partner for the night. However, each time she was close to making her mind up, some flaw would present itself. Like she didn’t like the way one of them laughed, or how one of their Adams apples seemed to bounce as he talked.

She sighed to herself and was about to consign herself to a night with a battery-powered lover when the door to the bar opened. She turned her head and saw Gary swaggering in with a group of his friends. He saw her standing there and gave her a wink. A few of his friends noticed this and Tracy blushed, wondering if he’d gone bragging to his friends about his earlier conquest. Still, Tracy thought to herself, if no other options present themselves, round two with Gary wouldn’t be so bad.

He walked over to her, waving over the barman as he did so. She smiled at him as he leaned in and whispered in her ear.

“How’s the arse?”

She scowled at him, her mouth pursed into a thin line. He smiled at her and offered to buy her a drink. Relenting, she agreed and Gary ordered a tray full of tequila shots. Tracy raised an eyebrow at this but went along with it. While she had inherited her looks and body from her mother, she had also inherited her father’s iron stomach. There were plenty of guys down the years who’d attempted to drink her under the table and had failed miserably. But Tracy wasn’t going to turn down free booze and she joined Gary and his friends at a table.

The first round of shots were knocked back, swiftly followed by a second and then a third. Tracy smirked as she saw some of the guys starting to wobble at the effect of the alcohol. She called for more drinks and worried looks crossed a number of the guy’s faces as Tracy threw the drinks back as if they were water. One by one, they fell by the wayside, making excuses as they left. Soon, there was only Tracy, Gary, one of his friends who Tracy hadn’t learned the name of and the barman.

Tracy stood, he legs wobbling slightly, as she needed to visit the ladies. She moved down past the bar and into the corridor that led to the toilets. She quickly finished what she needed to do and checked her makeup in the mirror above the sink as she washed her hands.

A moment’s drunken carelessness caused the water from the tap to splash up at her, soaking her top and causing the fabric to cling tighter to her body. Cursing as she did so, she pulled the top off her body and held it under the hand dryer in a futile attempt to dry it off.

As she stood there, topless, shivering and cursing the weakness of the air blown by the dryer, the door or the bathroom creaked open. Tracy had her back to the door and did not hear it opening over the noise of the dryer. Nor was she aware of the man’s presence until he was behind her, his hands cupping her breasts.

“Wait, stop,” she cried.

The man’s hands continued to encircle her breasts and Tracy’s protestations became weaker. She let out an involuntary moan as the unknown man began to nuzzle into the nape of her neck. Without thinking, she began grinding her round backside against him, feeling the swelling grow in his pants.

His left hand moved from caressing her breast and traced its way down her body. She felt them move as far as her leggings and begin to push them down. Once they were half way down her thighs, his fingers moved to her pussy, deftly exploring her folds. Tracy groaned at his touch, wanting more.

The fingers were removed and she heard his zipper opening.

“Yes,” she moaned “Oh please, yes.”

She felt the tip of his cock push softly against her unresisting pussy for a moment and then he was inside her. Both his hands returned to her breasts and his mouth continued to suck at her neck. Her eyes fluttered as she was overcome with passion. Her unknown lover’s touch caused her to burn with desire.

She gripped at the sink in front of her, using it to steady herself and allow her purchase to gather her wits and see his face in the mirror. It was Gary’s friend. The one who’s name she didn’t know. She couldn’t believe how slutty she was being, willingly being fucked by a man she didn’t know and had only met a few hours previously.

“So here you both are.” said an amused voice from the doorway.

Tracy’s eyes flew to where the voice had come from and she saw the barman and Gary standing there, clearly enjoying the show. She noticed Gary’s mobile phone in his hand and the camera flashing as he took pictures of her half-naked form.

She knew she should be feeling ashamed and embarrassed at being caught in such a situation, but the alcohol in her system shouted down such concerns and left the stage clear for her exhibitionist side to take over.

“Ooh yeah, fuck me.” she begged, trying to sound as much like a pornstar as she could. “Come on boys, don’t just stand there.”

She ran her tongue over her lips, her mouth wide. Gary continued to point the phone at her and she realised he’d moved from photography to video. The barman, however, had pulled his own cock out and pointed it at Tracy’s mouth.

She quickly began sucking on it, relishing the feeling of two strange cocks fucking her mouth and pussy at the same time. All the while Gary circled around them, his camera recording the trio.

Tracy dialled up her slutty behaviour, slurping over the cock in her mouth, moaning loudly and saying whatever lewd thing came to mind. She was loving every second of this and never wanted to stop.

She felt the guy behind her speed up, a knew he would soon be coming. She looked over her shoulder at him and gasped her encouragement.

“That’s it baby, fuck me hard. Give it to me.” she cried before returning to sucking the cock in front of her.

The faster the guy fucked her, the harder she sucked at the cock between her lips. The harder she sucked, the nastier the things the three guys all said about her.

“Suck that cock, you little slut.”

“She fucking loves being spit roasted.”

Tracy wanted to shout her agreement it the two men held in place. Their cocks slamming into either end of her with equal force. But then, the man fucking her was the first to break. He groaned loudly, his cock twitching inside her as he came, thick ropes of cum firing from him and deep into her.

Tracy’s own orgasm hit her as she felt him explode within her. As she came, she had momentarily forgotten about the dick she was sucking. The barman had grabbed his own cock and began jerking it, before grabbing a handful of her hair and positioning her face in front of his hand as it moved up and down his cock.

With a grunt, he began to cum, spraying it across Tracy’s face. She opened her mouth, desperate to taste it, sucking every last drop from him before the two men supporting her let her drop. She fell to her knees on the bathroom floor, cum dropping off her face and from her pussy.

Gary pushed his phone into her face and she smiled and blew a kiss to the lens. The other two men let her alone with Gary, laughing and high-fiving each other as they went. Gary helped her to her feet, retrieved her top and helped her clean up.

“That was fucking wild.” he said.

“You’re telling me,” she replied with a smile “What are you going to do with that film?”

He smiled at her before answering.

“I thought we could watch it back at your place while we look for that jar or lube you mentioned.”

Tracy punched him playfully in the arm. But she was more than happy to go along with his plan.

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