Chapter 4 – Joe
I couldn’t deny how hot my Friday night bathtub bate was and decided I needed to make more time to fulfill my needs. Over the next few weeks, I did that and then some. I repeated the bathroom scene, but also got out my ball gag and whip. This lead me to even more intense orgasms the subsequent weeks. Still, whipping myself on the ass and humiliating myself just wasn’t quite the same as having a partner to do it with.
I decided to hit the only decent bar in this tiny town next Friday. Dressed up in my sluttiest outfit that I was still okay with if I saw someone from work, I headed down to Marshall’s at about 8 PM. Taking a seat at the bar and ordering a drink, I sipped at it, surveying the place. Mostly older couples quietly chatting. A few guys close to my age, but not too many. Then I saw one that caught my eye. He wasn’t exactly punk rock like Ron, but looked a little rough and tumble and had a big tat on his forearm. He was maybe low 30s, so a bit older than I would want, but beggars can’t be choosers I thought to myself. He was also a little chubby and doughy.
I made sure to make quick eye contact with him, but he quickly looked away. He sat up at the bar about 4 chairs away. “Shit,” I thought to myself. “It looks like I’m going to have to do all the work.” I picked up my drink and purse and sat next to him, “You don’t mind,” I say casually. “It was a little drafty down there.”
A little more nervously than I would like, he responded, “Uh, sure. I mean, it’s no problem.” He nursed at his beer, sweating for a minute or two, when I decided I couldn’t wait any longer. “Hi, I’m Sara,” and stuck out my hand. “I’m Joe.” His hand was a bit clammy but it was at least beefy. Soon, I got out of him that he was the local mechanic and liked to work on his Harley in his spare time. A couple of boxes checked. He wasn’t bad looking, but he wasn’t going to win any contests either and I thought, “As long as he knows how to use his cock, I don’t care too much what he looks like.
“Oh, I have a thing for mechanics,” I say boldly with a sexual tint to my voice.
“You…you do?” Joe stammered out.
“Mmmm hmmmm. I do. So what do you do for fun around here, Joe?” He swallowed and said, “Nothing much ever happens around here. And we sure as heck don’t get pretty young things like you around here much.”
“You don’t do you?” I say as I nudge closer to him and put my hand on his thigh.
Nervous and sweaty, he fumbles out, “Well, no. Not really.”
Getting frustrated and frankly bored, I say, “Come on, have some fun with me tonight” and I grab his hand and lead him out the door. It feels like I’m leading one of my 3rd graders down the hall as Joe is walking limply behind me. I have a feeling I’m going to regret this, but I was determined to at least try.
“See that Honda CRV over there, Joe?” He nodded. “Well, follow it to my place.”
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Hearing two car doors slam, Tom realized what might be going on. Grabbing his tablet, he was able to witness Sara’s seduction of Joe Harris, local mechanic. Joe was a nice enough guy, but Tom knew he was going to be no match for Sara.
“Joe, help me get my shirt off.” Joe proceeded like a scooter on an interstate: it might eventually get you to where you want to go, but it’s not very fast or very much fun. By this time, though, Tom had grabbed Marie to watch their tenant’s actions.
Switching cameras as Sara led the dumbfounded Joe into her bedroom, Marie thought she could feel the disappointment in Sara after she got Joe’s pants off and his cock out. Sara started sucking on his cock, immediately deep throating what appeared to be all 5 inches of Joe’s cock. In less than a minute, Joe lets out, “Fuck” and cums in her mouth. She gets every drop of his cum down her throat, looking like it was a tremendously easy task for her.
“Now, you get to please me, Joe.” She led his hand down to her pussy and he did his best, God bless him, but Joe was clearly in over his head. Marie could tell Joe was not going to be able to please her.
It was not for lack of trying on her part as they heard her say, “Joe, tell me I’m your little slut.”
“What? No, I couldn’t do that. You’re way too nice for that.” Sara tried in vain for a minute or two more to get what she needed to get out of Joe, but it just wasn’t going to happen.
Finally, Sarah belted out, “That’s it, Joe, I’m cumming.” She bucked her hips some, but Marie was unconvinced, turning to her husband, “That was a faked orgasm if I ever saw one.”
Tom agreed, “Yup. Honey, we’re going to have get Sara over here soon.”
“You took the words right out of my mouth, dear,” Marie replied.
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I felt bad about sending Joe away right after I faked my orgasm, but really I couldn’t be around him any longer than I already had. Even my bate session that night was less then fulfilling. “Fuck, this is a small town,” I grumbled as I drifted off to sleep.
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