The Break and the Bestfriend, PT 5 (2/2)

My heart was racing with each step toward the bar. He sat there talking to the bartender, he was clearly a regular. They seemed to be making jokes and laughing about the party. My legs were weak as I stepped further and further outside of my comfort zone. I was probably half this man’s age and I was supposed to seduce him. Despite my nerves, my pussy twitched, still wanting the release of a good fuck. If only pizza guy had stuck around. The feeling of his raw head in my pussy was still there. 

I pulled my shirt down, stretching the v-cut to showcase as much of my bare cleavage as I could. My jeans hiked to the point they pulled up the crack of my ass.

“I’ll tell ya,” he said to the bartender. His voice was loud, and slightly rough. His hands were stained and calloused from working in a machine shop or something. The smell of sweat and oil permitted the air around him. “I love living in a college town.” They laughed. ” If I were in my twenties again. Fuck.”

I bumped into him as I took the stool on his side. “What do you mean by that?” I asked. 

They both eyed me, then the bartender gave the regular a wink as he took my glass. The man gave a chuckle and leaned in to talk.

“Just guy talk. You see so many young beautiful girls, like yourself, on a daily basis, it makes you envious of your youth and all the fun you could have had.”

“Oh, stop it,” I said, giving a giggle and a playful push on his arm, which was more solid than I had anticipated. I thought of how he could have full control of me with those vices. “You could still have some fun.”

He smiled with a quick glimpse at my tits. “I bet.” 

I squeezed my arms together, pushing my tits to the limits of my shirt and leaned forward, practically resting them on the bartop. I got his gaze again.

“Buy me a drink?” I asked him.

He gave a smile and turned to look at me, leaning on the counter. “You seem like trouble.”

“Maybe,” I said as I put a hand on his knee with a gentle rub of his work jeans. “But what’s fun without a little trouble?” 

He watched my hand as it toyed gently on his knee. He smiled and waved the bartender over. “What will it be?”

“Rum and coke.”

The bartender began to make the drink, a quick mix, and sat it in front of me. I thanked him and proceeded to take a few large gulps. I allowed some of it to miss my mouth and run down my neck into my cleavage.

“Wow, guess I was thirsty,” I joked as I proceeded to wipe off my tits which made them shine. “You waiting for friends?”

He shook his head. “No, just unwinding.”

“Stressful day?”

“Just like any other day,” he said, tipping his drink. “But yeah, it was.”

“Do you want to tell me about it?” I asked. I ran my hand up his thigh. “Or would you rather show me?” I gave a squeeze on his inner thigh, my hand close enough to feel the warmth radiate from his crotch. He seemed to be surprised but not bothered. The pace of his breath as his gut moved in rhythm told me he was in. “If you need to unload.”

He didn’t say anything. He sat there with his heavy breaths. The heat from his dick I felt would burn my hand. It was a fucking radiator.

I bit the side of my lip as I slowly pulled my hand away. “I think I need to go to the restroom.” I finished off my rum and coke and gave him a wink. I smiled and stood up using his firm arm as my anchor. I leaned into his ear and whispered, “don’t hurt my feelings or keep me waiting too long.”

I walked off from the bar towards the restroom. My heart beat hard in my chest. I was so far out of the zone of anything I had ever done before. Tom and Bobby were watching from the table. As I turned into the dark hallway that housed the bathrooms and the door back into whatever passed as a kitchen, I was overcome by the warm smell of piss that reeked from the men’s room. I caught a glimpse of the man at the bar who stood up from his stool, waved a hand to the bartender, giving the signal of, “five minutes.” Holy fuck I had him.

I leaned against the wall by the doors and checked my phone. I had gotten a few messages. 

Jake: “Text me if you need a ride. Going to Mike and Staff’s”

Red (With media): “Update?” 

Her picture was her mouth full of gum. Her eye shadow ran down peeking from above the picture. She had no doubt just gotten her face fucked into obliteration. A caption read, “I’m in fucking love. Round 2 time.”

The man entered the hallway. “Waiting for someone?”

“Not anymore.”

He grabbed my waist with one firm hand. A grip that screamed control. With the other he pushed open the door and pulled me in. I wasn’t wrong about his strength. He twisted the lock as the door shut. And pulled me into him. His gut was firm against me. I hadn’t realized just how tall he was.

He leaned down and ravaged my face with his. He was eager. He clobbered and slithered his wet tongue along my lips and cheeks. His beard spread his slobber even further. “You taste better than I thought.”

“Satisfied with just an appetizer?” I asked, putting my hand on his crotch which felt like an inferno through his jeans. “Seems like you have a lot you need to unload.”

He grunted and slid his rough, work stained and calloused hand down the back of my jeans, and grabbed my ass with a firmness that I was sure would leave behind some bruises. He lifted me up, bringing my tits to the level of his eyes. His heavy breath tasted of cigarettes and beer. He began to lick my cleavage where I had allowed my drink to spill. My pussy began to twitch and burn an inferno of its own.

With his grip in my jeans cupping the base of my ass, I felt one one of his rough fingers scouting for my opening. With a push, I felt it scrape the first inch of my wet walls. Sat me down on the sink counter. He gripped the waist of my jeans and panties. I anchored myself and lifted myself up as he ripped, with one strong pull, the entirety of my pants. I kicked free one leg, the jeans hanging the ankle of the other and spread myself open for him.

As he undid his pants, I felt my pussy throb, begging for what it was denied earlier. Once his dick was out, he began to thrust his shaft along my pussy’s drenched length. I hadn’t seen a dick look so angry before. The veins were so defined. It looked like it was painful for him. I watched as his precum dribbled from the tip and began to mix with my own fluid.

So as not to alarm him, I focused on my original mission and propped my phone up against the wall side of the counter. I had begun recording when he came into the hallway.

“Your muff is so soft, baby,” he said. “Your so fucking wet.”

“Stop teasing me. Shove that angry dick in me.” I began to match his motions. “Fuck that little hole.”

Then, with one thrust I felt his hard hungry cock enter me to the base. He continued with violent and desperate thrusts. 

“Oh fuck, baby,” I said. “Yeah. Fuck that pussy. Unload your day for me. You feel so fucking good.”

My pussy clenched when we heard the toilet in the stall flush and another man came out. He was one of the guys I had met at the party. I think his name was Stephen, or Sean. 

The man inside me never broke his stride. He looked to Sean and back to me. He grinned a devilish grin that made my pussy tingle. “You gonna just stand there?” He asked the man as he wrapped one of his solid arms behind my back and spun me so that I was facing Sean, my upper torso and head bobbing from the old guy’s thrusts. “Or you gonna help me with this little slut?”

It wasn’t part of the plan, but the man offering me up like a meal and his calling me a slut drove me crazy. My pussy spasmed on his dick, still rubbing my insides.

I spent the next few minutes, being supported up by the hold of the older dirty guy, with his cock pumping my pussy and Sean’s pumping my throat. My legs bounced up by the old guy’s shoulders. I couldn’t hold back my moans as I was being devoured, amplified as they bounced off the walls. I thought for sure I’d be heard by anyone outside. What if they wanted a turn. Was I going to get ravaged by the entire bar? My pussy was flooded by how rough I was being handled.

I held on to Sean’s bare ass, feeling his cheeks tense and relaxed as he pummeled my throat. His balls slapped against my forehead coated in the thick spit on his pull out 

“Fuck girl,” the old guy said. “You really are a dirty little fuck toy aren’t you? Wonder how many dicks you could take at once. Oh, shit.”

I felt the man cease his thrusts for a moment. “Oh, oh, shit! Shit!” His dick throbbed and twitched a few times and thought he was done. “Shit, fuck your hole feels so good. I almost came too soon. I can’t stop now. You’re too fucking good.”

I squeezed my pussy around his dick. Sean pulled out of my mouth. “Oh fuck,” I said. 

The old guy pulled me up against him. His beard and chaotic  tongue assailed my lips and face. The man was a complete animal. I don’t know how he stayed so deep inside me the way his hard gut bent me against him. He just held me unloving as he proceeded to twitch his dick. Each tiny movement felt like an earthquake inside me.

I felt Sean’s hands slip under my shirt, and pull up my bra. My tits jiggled with ever subtle motion as I spasmed at any touch. 

“Fuck, those are nice,” the old guy moved his mouths focus to my bare tits. “You know you got a body that a guy can’t just fuck once. Oh, shit. You were built for fucking, baby.”

I gave a slight whimper as I felt something warm press against my asshole. While the old guy was sucking on my tits, I twisted around, anchoring my arm on his shoulder.

“Fuck my ass,” I said. “Fuck my tight little fuck holes. Fuck me! Oh god.”

I don’t know how my ass took his dick so well, but he slid it in with ease. I gave a cry as my pussy flinched and throbbed and my ass welcomed Sean’s cock to the base. I felt them both rubbing against each other, a thin wall between them of my ass and pussy. I bounced as they pumped both my holes. I watched in the mirror. I saw the look on my face. I saw the strain in theirs. A friend of a friend and a complete stranger old enough to have gone to school with parents were using my body as their fuck doll. My feet bounced wildly as my legs were held up by the old guy.

“Oh fuuuuuuck!” I screamed. “I’m gonna fucking cum. I’m gonna cum! Oh fuck!”

“Me too!” The old guy screamed.

As if they spoke some mental communication. They each gave a thrust, together balls deep in me. I felt them throb as their cocks unloaded shot after shot of their hot and thick cum. I screamed as pleasure had taken hold of me. It travelled from my crotch, like a wildfire through my body. My mind was clear. The sound of water hitting wet tile was all I heard.

“Holy…fucking…shit,” Sean said. “Fuck. That was the best.”

The old man began to lower me down. I extended my legs to stand. I could only stand on my toes since they both remained in me. I ran my hands all over the old man. His hair and skin was strangely soothing. I felt their dicks start to go limp inside me.

“Guess they’ll need to mop up in here,” the old guy said. She lowered himself a little and pulled out. I could feel his cum starting to drip down. “You OK to stand.”

I nodded. “I’m good. I’m really fucking good.”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xa8b1z/the_break_and_the_bestfriend_pt_5_22