The bartender rang his bell, last call! he yelled out loud.
Yep, I’m closing the bar again. The bartender was doing that circling finger motion he always does at the end of the night. I just wanted to drink more, work has been stressing the shit out of me, the feeling of warmth running down my throat just releases me from the hold my mind has on me, and fuck it! Friday nights was the only night I can wear my clothes that don’t have my company logo on it.
I raised my finger asking the bartender for one more round.
“Lady, I said last call 15 minutes ago. You’ve passed out over there. The door has been locked, we just don’t have the heart of kicking someone like you out the bar at this time.”
Not again! I thought in my beating head. But it’s not enough, I need a few more shots.
I remember pleading for one more drink, and him laughing while declining. I wanted more, I needed to feel free from stress a bit more…
Time to use my charm then, I thought to myself. Using my newly manicured fingers, I picked up a melting ice and rubbed it on my neck.
“Come on babe, look, my throat feels cold, it needs some warmth from you, can you help me with that?”
He stared at me intently, I remember feeling danger for a moment but it was good danger. If that would ever make sense. He leaned towards me, the counter separating the two of us. Putting his mouth close to my neck and breathing out.
“My boss man is here, I wouldn’t be able to help you like that.” he told me in a whisper.
“Call him, he can join us.”
My heart was beating heavily like it was caged, and wanting to get out. I watched him as he smiled at me, yelled to the back room,and called another man. They whispered for a while, both looking at me, smiling. In my hazy mind. I started to realise what I’m doing, I’m whoring myself for just another drink. Yes, that’s exactly what i’m doing. Shit.
The new guy came towards me, looking at me from above. He stared at my face and then to my cleavage. He got closer to my ear and whispered, “You know you can get us into trouble if we give you another, right?”. I nodded, not being able to stop myself, I grabbed the bulge he was growing in his pants and squeezed gently.
And to show him how serious I was, I knelt lower so his pants and my mouth aligned.
He smiled, a smile that made me feel insecure, again, a smile that felt like I was not in control of anything. Unzipping his pants, he pulled out a massive cock and directed the head to my lips.
I leaned closer.
My lips opened by themselves, tongue flicking the tip of his cock. I hear a soft groan coming from him. He likes it, I thought. More and more I licked his cock making it wetter and wetter, deeper and deeper. I opened my mouth wider, allowing him to enter and stretch my throat, he grabbed the back of my head and pushed me deeper. Thanking god I don’t have gag reflexes.
“Need some company boss?” I heard the bartender beside us, along with the sound of unzipping. Followed by a warm thick cock slapping my cheeks.
I grabbed his cock and gave both of them some attention, positioning myself, getting a better angle for the two cocks wanting my throat. I spat on the manager’s cock making it shine with the spit accumulated by deep throating me, while I looked into his eyes. Mr. Bartender felt jealous, but he’s the one making me a glass of drink, I cannot let him down. I instantly pooled a whole lot of spit in my mouth, playing it with my tongue and sucked the living shit out of him. I circled my tongue around the head of his cock as he slowly but steadily got deeper and deeper into my mouth. He went deeper that the manage on the first thrust for god’s sake. These cocks are no joke.
I looked up and saw both of them watch me in awe. Taking both of their cocks in turn, switching, taking them to the balls.
The manager grabbed my hair and told me he wanted to cum first. Feeling like a woman they would use just for tonight. Using all his strength he shoved his cock into my mouth. I felt the width of it stretch my throat wider and tighter. In and out he fucked my face like a pussy he found on the streets, I barely had time to breath, his thrust got slower and slower but stronger, his cock grew harder, I tried my best to grab every breath I can as I want another cock beside my face. He groaned and swore, yelling he was about to cum and cum he did.
Warm cum dripped from the back of my mouth down to my stretched throat. It felt like heaven. I felt alive. I coughed and heaved as soon as he took his cock off me. laughing, he slapped his sloppy cock on my face, rubbing it side to side.
“I love a slut from time to time, she’s all yours mate. Do a great job.” He then tapped his shoulder and walked back behind the door.
I opened my mouth, tongue out, dripping with spit.
Mr. Bartender lifted his weighty cock and shoved his balls to my face. Of course. Never forget the balls. I gently flicked the flat of my tongue up and down making sure he felt me cleaning his balls for him. I opened my mouth and fit it in, gargling the spit, leftover cum, and his balls.
I felt the weight of his cock as he let go of it and let it drop to my face, taking his balls out, pointing his cock to my lips and shoving it in. Hard. He fucked me harder than the manager, he’s definitely doing a good job. He held the back of my head as he trusted in and out of my throat pulling me towards him. My fingers started to play with my clit, I flicked myself as my mouth got fucked like the slut I am.
He moans louder and louder, his cock harder and harder until he shoved all of himself into me, body twitching, and came. My throat felt the warmth it wanted since the start of this meeting, as his cock pulsed strings of cum deep in my throat. I tightened, forced by my body cumming, overwhelmed with the concentrated pleasure in this moment.
I swallowed him whole, his cock spitting out sperm deep in me.
He smiled, as he used his cock to wipe the excess spit on his cock to my face. He made me clean him up, making sure there’s no more cum or spit on him. tucked himself in his pants and helped me to stand up. Walking at the bar, he turned to me and spoke like nothing had happened.
“So what drink would you like for tonight ma’am?”
My cum covered face searched for a towel in my purse. I sat back down on my bar stool.
“One blowjob please.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/lv6wz9/closing_time_f26_double_blowjob_3some
That made me… just damn.
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