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Bar Room Enchantress
"What a day," I mumble to myself as I take another swig of beer.
It had just been one of those days, everyone has em. My car had blown a tire on the way to work, I got chewed out for being late and I was dirty the rest of the day from working on the tire.
So here I am again, sitting in this bar and drinking the same cheap ass beer.
I glance up from my beer as the bar door swings opens and you enter with the chilly night air. My eyes trace over your tight and toned body and, as my mind races with thoughts of lust and desire, there is a stirring in my loins.
You are looking over the crowd here, mostly older men, who are looking at you as well. Your eyes seem to be searching for something and searching hard. When our eyes meet, you stop in your search and start walking towards me.
I am envious of the men behind you as you walk my way. You swing your hips with a grace I have never seen before, but little did I realize how well me and your body were going to become acquainted...
Before I could utter a word, you toss a fifty dollar bill on my table and lead me out of the bar by the hand. I could feel the jealousy from the other men in the bar as you lead me out into the chilly night.
As we walk towards the back of the bar and into an open field, I tried to start up a conversation. You ignore me, so I settle on examining your body which screamed to be touched and held. The tight blue jean cutoffs you wear grab your sweet ass in all the right places and I fear that if you were to bend over, your shorts will rip in two. The bulky sweat shirt you wear tells nothing of the body underneath, leaving me disappointed.
Just before I gave into my desires and grabbed your wonderful ass, you turn to me and say one word, "Strip." I quickly oblige. While taking off my clothes, I glance over at you to find you were looking at me as well. The desire and excitement I feel as you undress is almost unbearable.
The bulky sweat shirt reveals large, ample breasts while the shorts revealed the ass I was admiring. With each inch of skin revealed, my desire grows and as my desire grows, my manhood grows as well until it is fully extended.
My anticipation is so great that I am having trouble getting my pants unbuttoned. You brush my hands away and undo my pants yourself. I swallow hard as my pants hit the ground and I’m totally exposed to you.
You nod in approval of my large rod and stroke me a few times, getting used to the feel of it. It drives me wild and I shiver with excitement. You seem to enjoy this since of control over me, for you stroke me a few more times until my shivering dies down to intense moans of pleasure.
In the midst of my enjoyment, you catch me off guard and playfully push me to the ground. The feel of the wet grass and dirt under me is intensely erotic. It brings out an animal nature in me and I feel that I must have you now or else I will loose my mind.
As I prop myself on my elbows, I watch you as you take me in your hand and nibble on the head. I nearly scream with passion as you begin to take me fully into your sweet mouth. You begin sucking on me and rolling my cock around in your mouth. The mixed scent of the earth and our combined smells is invigorating and so erotic that I growl viciously.
You stop suddenly and as I prop myself up to see what is wrong, you lower yourself upon me. I moan loudly as I enter you and you inhale sharply. The sweet feeling of it causes us both to moan rather loudly, you louder than I.
I glance towards the bar and notice that several men have come out of the bar and are watching us with grins on their faces. I suddenly realize that this is why you have been moaning so loudly, you wanted an audience!
Now with the exhilaration of the audience and the intoxicating mixture of us and the earth around us, you start to develop a rhythm and moan to the point of almost screaming.
I sit up and cradle you as you lean backwards and scream in passion into the night. I grab one of your breasts in one of my hands and pinch the nipple that has grown erect from the chilly night air.
As we come close to our climax, I roll you over and start to pump you faster and harder, trying to fill you with myself as much as possible. As we go faster and faster, the bystanders still watch us as we seem to become a blur of moans and quick movements. You tell me you want me to fill you and to do it now and you moan loudly as I do fill you with my essence. As you moan once more and you contract and stiffen against me, our audience applauds quite loudly.
I roll off of you and onto the grass once more, exhausted. You stand and begin to put your clothes on and walk back to the bar.
I quickly put my own clothes on and rush after you and into the bar, where I find you placing another fifty dollar bill on another table and taking another hand and leading him out into the same field. I decide to take a beer out and watch.
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