The bar was dark, loud, and grimy. Not so dark that you couldn’t see, not so loud that you couldn’t hear, and not so grimy that you felt unclean just being there; just dark, loud, and grimy. I was tired to the point of light giddiness, and surely the beer didn’t hurt either. I sat at the bar-top smoking a cigarette, enjoying both it and the pleasant surprise of finding a bar that still allowed one to do so. Three of my friends were sitting to my left. From my right, a voice- “You know that’s not good for you.”

I turned to discover a mischievous smile. Bearing it was a short woman in a shorter dress. She was gorgeous, strikingly so; big eyes, high cheekbones, pecan skin. I didn’t know her, but that clearly didn’t bother her. I grinned, enticed by mischief and beauty both. “Want one?”

I lit the cigarette as she held it in her lips.

We exchanged names that neither of us (I am, admittedly, assuming on her end) would remember. As we talked, she introduced me to her friend. She, too, was strikingly gorgeous in a different way, tall and white with tousled hair. I offered her a cigarette too; seeming worried about being a mooch, she asked if I was sure. “Yeah! It’s not a problem.” I smiled at her, and even in the dimness of the bar I saw something flash in her eyes and her cheeks flush.

I turned to point out and introduce my friends, and when I turned back I saw that same mischievous smile no more than an inch from my face. “Oh, sorry,” she said, not at all sorry and not at all moving. Putting my hand on her cheek, I kissed her. The first kiss lasted only a couple moments, but we matched each other’s rhythm perfectly. As I withdrew, she giggled.

My friends departed shortly afterwards. It was late, and though the bar was still busy it was growing less and less so. I told them I would meet them later; one laughed. Soon I found myself sitting at a table with three others- my newfound friend, her friend, and a mutual friend of theirs who had stumbled in. He was very drunk and seemed mostly to want to go to sleep, something I surmised from the fact that it was the second thing he did after I met him. The first was sitting down. As we sat and talked, my new friend was guiding my hand below the table. First over the dress, then under it. I could feel that she was already wet through her panties. As we both did our best to listen and respond to what was being said across the table, she guided me one level further. Her pussy was dripping; I thought if she was as turned on as I was by us doing this in front of her friends, in the middle of a still-lively bar on a Saturday night. I played with her clit, gently; she pressed her hand atop mine. I could nearly feel the word- “More”- in the air. I played faster, still lightly, finding a rhythm. Her hand pressed down even harder.

Above the table, the other girl had brought up “the time we almost had a threesome together”. They both giggled. Under the table, I felt my friend get even wetter. I asked, “How do you ~almost~ have a threesome?” They laughed hard. Now my friend was rocking her hips subtly, grinding against my hand. I thought if she was about to cum right at the table. Instead, she grabbed my arm, turned to the side and kissed me. This time there was heat, lust, urgency, and above all duration- but still, that perfectly matched rhythm. By the time we stopped, the other girl had gotten up to get another drink and somehow- I assume through the use of some ancient and powerful magic- gotten their mutual friend to not only wake up but also to go with her. My friend felt my cock, which had been hard for the last hour, over my pants. She bit her lip; she liked what she felt. “There’s something about the way you touch me…” She trailed off into another kiss. Then, sweetly, “Do you wanna play with me?”

“I do”; my voice, deep with lust.

“Come on.” She took me by the hand and lead me to the women’s room, passing behind her friends at the bar. The room was small, with just two stalls; no one was in there but us.

As soon as the stall door closed we began to kiss passionately. I pressed her against the wall, grabbing her hips; she moaned. I dropped my lips to her neck and my hand to her pussy. She was soaked. I played with her fast now, just a bit harder. I wanted her to cum. I kissed her neck, intensely- no hickeys, of course. She was breathing hard, moaning, grinding her body into mine, pressing my head into her neck…

“Ffuuuck…”

“You gonna cum for me?”

Breathlessly- “Fuuuck yesss…”

And then she did.

As her body vibrated against the wall and me, and as one hand pushed against mine while the other ran through my hair, we kissed. I played with her nipples with one hand and did some guiding of my own with the other. She undid my button and unzipped me quickly, skillful even in euphoria. I was rock hard and profoundly turned on; just her taking me in her hand made me give a little moan. She stroked me and looked down with a big and very, very mischievous smile. “Look at that fucking dick…” Now it was my turn to be pressed against the wall. She squatted down and looked me right in the eyes while she sucked my cock.

She was amazing. I am long and thick, but that was no problem for her. She glided back and forth over it smoothly, tightly, fast; she also wanted me to cum. She started to suck just the head, short, rhythmic motions. I could feel the orgasm starting to create; I came a little in her mouth. While she was sucking my balls, stroking my cock straight up into the air and again looking right into my eyes, I heard the bathroom door open.

“What’s taking so long?!” It was the other girl; apparently she’d worked out that her friend had gone to the ladies’ room, but not why. Not taking her eyes off me, still stroking me, she popped my balls out of her mouth to quickly say, “Hold on, I’m sucking dick”, and then proceeded to nearly swallow my cock and go to town. She was rubbing her clit now too, panties still pulled off to the side where I’d left them. Her friend, drunk and confused, yelled “What?” The pleasure combined with the hotness of the moment were too much for me. I moaned, “I’m gonna fucking cum.” Her eyes lit up, and outside I heard her friend gasp. I think she had managed to work out what was going on. Meanwhile, my friend took my dick out of her mouth, still stroking it, and stuck out her tongue.

That was the last straw. I exploded, shooting ropes that partly found her tongue, but mostly her face. I kept cumming, and she started giggling; she was painted. “Fuck yes,” I moaned, deeply satisfied. Outside the stall, the other girl giggled too. My friend stood up and opened the stall door; the other girl was standing there, cheeks deeply flushed. Seeing her friend’s face and my still mostly-hard dick, she gasped and started cracking up. My friend did the same, and both laughed hysterically. I just stood there grinning, dazed by the intensity of the orgasm and wondering at least a little if I was dreaming. It was a good thing no-one else came in then; they would have been, among other things, quite confused.

“Could you get us some paper towels?”

NSFW: yes