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Stopping for a Drink

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Stopping for a Drink

It had been a long week. So I stopped for a drink on the way home last Friday night. The bar wasn’t busy. The other customer I noticed was pretty, with shoulder length blonde hair, probably bleached, dressed in a sheer, white silk blouse and conservative, expensive wool suit; the skirt ended modestly about an inch above her knees, displaying very shapely legs.

I said “Hi,” and she responded with a friendly “Hello.” I was enchanted by her caressing voice and British accent.

She made me wonder if she was submissive because she always answered “Yes, sir” and “No, sir,” and kept her eyes averted a good bit of the time. However, I’m a lot older, and I thought maybe she was just being unusually respectful. I learned she was the office manager for a law firm.

When we finished our drinks, I offered to walk her to her car, which was in a parking garage a few blocks away.

When we got to her car she stood close and looked up at me. I figured I didn’t have anything to lose, so I bent down and kissed her lightly on the lips. When she didn’t pull away, I touched her lips with my tongue. She parted her lips and responded. While we were doing this I cupped her breasts. My calibrated dirty old man’s eye told me they were C cups. I felt her nipples harden instantly through her thin silk blouse and equally thin bra. It’s always a pleasure to get my hands on firm young breasts.

I rested my forearms on her shoulders. I was going to run my fingers through her hair, and I didn’t exert any downward pressure. However, güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri she immediately dropped to her knees, folded her hands in her lap, and nuzzled my crotch. Then, without saying a word, she looked up at me, eyes wide and pleading.

I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. She ran her tongue lightly around the head and got it nice and wet. Then she pursed her lips and sucked the head into her mouth. Once it was in her mouth, she grasped it with her lips behind the bulge and ran her tongue around it while sucking hard on upstrokes so tiny that my dickhead didn’t come out of her mouth.

That right there damned near made me cum! Eventually she alternated bobbing the knob with licking up and down the shaft and around the head. My breathing became heavy, and I felt my balls pull up tight against my crotch. She must have realized what was about to happen, because she started sucking harder, and then, when I emptied my nuts, she had the tip of my cock on the center of her tongue so she had to taste my cum.

When I finished squirting, she pushed her lips all the way to the root of my shaft and spent a couple of minutes milking every last drop out of my piss tube. Finally she sucked and licked my cockhead clean. It was definitely one of history’s great blowjobs!

She said, “Thank you, Sir, for allowing me to suck your cock and taste your delicious cum. I hope Sir found my service satisfactory.”

I didn’t say a word. I just tucked in my cock and zipped up. She got to her feet, pulled a business güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri card from her purse, scribbled her cell number on the back, and handed it to me. Then she quickly jumped in the car and sped off.

I’d bet a week’s pay that her panties were soaked and that she had her hand between her legs before she was out of the garage!

I’m looking forward to calling the number and arranging to explore the hole between her submissive limey legs!

The next Friday I decided to hit the bar where I’d grabbed a drink–and ended up getting a blowjob–the week before.

Like last week, it wasn’t very crowded at that hour, and, also like last week, the same British blonde was there, slaking her thirst after a hard week managing a law office. She waved and she showed me a hundred-watt smile when she saw me. I grabbed my Highland single malt and headed over to her. I’m sure I had a silly, shit eating grin on my face.

We exchanged greetings, agreed that Friday had been too long coming, and all the usual bullshit chitchat you’d expect at a bar after work on Friday. I wondered if she’d mention last week’s escapade, but she didn’t. She was friendly, perky, almost bubbly, but, like last week, most of the time she averted her eyes, and she never missed a chance to call me “Sir.” Good little sub that she seemed to be. This week she was wearing a sleeveless white cotton blouse and a blue cotton miniskirt, quite a change from the suit of last week. I guess even lawyers occasionally have casual Fridays.

As güvenilir bahis şirketleri with last week, when we finished our drinks I offered to walk her to her car. It was still daylight, and it isn’t a particularly bad neighborhood; but I’d still offer even if I hadn’t scored last week and hadn’t been wondering if I’d get just as lucky today.

She accepted, and we kept up our small talk until we got to her car. Today it was parked in an even deeper, darker corner of the garage than last Friday.

When we got to the car, she turned to face me, back toward the driver’s side door. I put my arms around her and she molded herself to my body. I kissed her deeply and she snuggled closer. She didn’t act surprised when my left hand cupped her right ass cheek. When I pulled up her short skirt, grabbed her panties, and ripped them off she broke off the kiss with a gasped “Ah!” but otherwise didn’t react. From what I could see on the floor out of the corner of my eye, it looked like they had been nice panties.

I pushed her ass back against the car, unzipped my pants, and shoved my cock up her twat. The little bitch was in heat. Her pussy was sopping, deliciously warm, and had just the right degree of tightness. I sawed my dick in and out of her. I had needed something to take the edge off, and she was so hot that I shot my load after maybe a dozen strokes. About halfway through I felt in her pussy and the rest of her body that involuntary twitch that means a piece of ass has cum.

When I finished I immediately pulled out. I cleaned off my cock with her skirt, and zipped up.

As I did so, she said, a bit dazedly, “Thank you, Sir, for the honor of taking your dick up my pussy. I hope Sir found it to be adequately wet, warm, and tight.”

I just walked away and headed home while my spunk dripped from her cunt onto the garage floor.

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