Chapter 8
"I just feel that I'm so damn trashy!" I cried out to my friend, Carla.
"So?" she said, shrugging her shoulders as she took a bite from her turkey sandwich.
"How can you react like that?" I asked her, sinking down into the chair next to hers. "I don't want to be a trashy girl! I don't want to have a reputation as a girl who'll do anything to get her pussy stuffed with cock!"
"Then don't," she said to me in a flat and calm tone.
"How come you're always able to remain so calm about things?" I asked her in defeat.
"Diana, what is there to get upset about?" she asked me.
I paused before saying, "I want a lover. I want some affection in my life and I don't know where the hell I can go to find it."
"If it happens that would be wonderful for you," Carla said. "But in the meantime you can't make yourself miserable because it hasn't happened."
"And I don't want to always be known as a trashy girl!" I added quickly.
"So," she said. "That's simple. Just stop spreading your legs for every guy who comes along."
"But, Carla," I moaned. "You know that isn't as easy as it sounds!"
"You have two choices right now," she said. "You can either stay horny and maintain a reputation as a good girl, or you can enjoy yourself."
I stopped and said, "That's funny. I went through those choices in high school and I lost out because I knew that I would have to give in to the passions of my pussy. The same thing happened in college and the same thing even happened in graduate school."
"You would think that you would have learned something by now," Carla said.
"What?" I asked her, my eyes growing wide because of what I had failed to learn.
"You can't fight against yourself," she said to me in a calm voice.
"Fight against myself? What do you mean?" I asked, calming down a little.
She put aside her turkey on white bread and she took a drink of the chocolate soda that she had with her. Then she swallowed and said, "Enjoy yourself. How much time do you get? How can you spend your time worrying" about what other people think of you?"
"But, look at what I don't have!" I cried out. "I don't have a regular man to take care of me. I don't have a family with a husband and...."
"And look at all that you have," she said, taking another sip of her chocolate soda. "You're beautiful and sexy. Imagine if you were ugly and you had a hot pussy! At least like this you're able to get guys to fuck with."
"What happens when I get older? What happens when I'm thirty and forty and guys don't want to fuck me anymore?" I said, almost daring her to answer me.
"Worry about it when the time comes. In the meantime you know that you have your choice of a lot of good looking guys. Why don't you just make the best of it?"
I watched my friend silently eating the rest of the turkey sandwich and I thought about all that she had said to me. My sex life had been filled with fantasies.
There would be times when I would allow my fantasies to run free. Some guy would start to talk to me in a bar and I would immediately be imagining the silver pattern that we would pick out when we got married.
And when that same guy would be leaving my apartment an hour later and would say, "I don't need your phone number, I'll see you around the bar!" I would plummet to the earth as if I had been shot down by flaming arrows.
Perhaps it was time for me to grow up and temper by fantasies. Carla was right. I had to enjoy the sex that was there for the taking.
That night I found that I couldn't sleep. When I looked at the clock and saw that it was three in the morning, I knew that the bar down the block was still open and that I could always find some sort of company there.
Pulling on some clothes I went down the deathly quiet street and rounded the corner. When I pushed the door open and entered Bobby Ray's I saw that it was nearly deserted.
Bobby came up to the bar and smiled at me as I sat on a stool. His hand ran up and down my arm as he said, "It's been a long time and I've been thinking about you."
"Have you?" I asked, the smile stretching across my face.
"You bet!" he said. "Where have you been all this time?"
I didn't want to go into the story of my personal revelations. I just said, "I was very busy and I kept finding that I was too tired to go out to the bar."
"Really?" he asked as he poured the white wine into the glass.
Since I hadn't even asked for my drink yet, I smiled at him and said, "I see that you can remember what my usual is!"
"Honey, you can come into this bar and just tell me to give me your usual!"
When he pushed my drink toward me, I pressed my fingers down on his wrist and said, "When I come in here and tell you to give me my usual, I expect you to push me over the bar and to fuck the hell out of my pussy!"
"Oh, baby, you're on!" he said, gazing at me with his big, dark eyes.
"For when?" I asked him. I no longer cared if anyone called me trashy. I had a hot pussy and I was anxious to get it filled. My friend had been right in her advice. That was the important thing in the world! Getting the pleasure that I wanted to have!
With a little chuckle in the back of his throat, he said, "I close up the bar in an hour. Are you planning to do anything else at four in the morning?"
"I'll be here waiting for you," I said, as I leaned back on the barstool.
As the bar emptied out, I. waited for Bobby up on the balcony. Paul was also working behind the bar and he kept looking up at the balcony and staring at me.
I would have gladly taken on both of the bartenders right then and there. But Bobby opted for his power as manager and kicked Paul out of the place as he locked the door.
He let down the bamboo shades that covered the front windows and then he lowered the light so that only a needed bit of it still flickered on.
I was still sitting up on the balcony, nursing my third glass of wine and staring down at Bobby. Then he walked up the steps toward me and stood there for a moment, rubbing the bulge in the front of his pants as he said, "Where do you want it?"
"Up my pussy," I said, in a flat tone as I looked right into his eyes.
He laughed and said, "We have the whole bar to choose from. Consider the fantasies that you can play out."
I smiled and stood up from the table as I said, "Okay! Let's start playing!"
A second later and he was standing right next to me, pressing the front of his body against the front of my body. I could feel the thick bulge that was locked up in the front of his pants and his hands were running all over my body.
Then he pushed me quickly back against the table and began to strip off my clothes. He tugged my blouse off and then pulled down my pants as he anxiously ripped at the fabric. Then, when he was peeling the panties from my well-rounded hips, he revealed my delicate, wispy pussy patch in all its glory and lightly brushed his fingers over my cunt lips.
"I knew that your hole would be just as sweet as this," he said as he pressed his finger into my slit.
Arching my hips up from the table, thrilled at the sexual contact of his finger. Then I started to work on his pants and pulled them right down from his slim hips.
When his cock sprang out to freedom, its size surprised me. As stated before, Bobby Ray was not a big guy, but the size of his cock would have been appropriate for a larger man.
As I was busy running my fingers up and down along the thick prong of his dick, he was pulling off his boots and then taking his pants down his legs. He tossed off his shirt and was soon as naked as I was.
Then he landed on top of me with so much force that I was sure that he was going to crack right through the table and send us both smashing to the floor.
But he simply managed to rub back and forth against my pussy patch, pressing his hard cock down against the furry fringe that was around my cunt.
His powerful hands were soon rubbing up and down along the flesh on the inside of my thighs and he was pulling my legs wide apart. Then his cock was pressing against the tight slit that was his ultimate target and goal.
Working his thickly flared cock head into the hot opening of my pussy, he was pushing the wrinkled flesh of my cunt lips to the right and to the left. Then his cock head was firmly lodged inside of the confines of my cunt.
Pressing his dick forward into my vagina, he managed to slam the entire length of it into my hot hole. I shuddered as he pushed down so hard that he sent me moving across the table top. But he pressed down against me and held me tight for a moment.
Then he started to pull his cock out of my hot hole and I could feel the gooseflesh that was forming all over the back of my neck and along my arms and legs.
As the thick shaft of his cock was pulling at the moist interior flesh of my cunt I could feel it sending thrills up through the rest of my body.
Then his cock was moving in and out of my pussy. I could feel the hot thrill and the cold sensations that were mingling together in my pussy flesh.
As his cock moved swiftly back and forth in the vagina, I could feel my pussy flesh moving as well. His hard-on was pushing against the delicate flesh of the cunt and parting the walls of the twat with the powerful force behind it.
Then when it pulled back out of my hole, I could feel the flesh deep inside of my cunt as it clasped shut again and tightened in preparation for the next thrust of the dick.
Moving back and forth in my hot hole, the cock was driving me wild with passion. Soon, I spread my legs even wider so that I could raise my hips up and try to get even more of the fabulous cock shoved deep inside of my body.
With my legs spread very wide, I then tossed my legs around the man's body and my bare feet were pressing in against his powerful piston-like ass.
The firm muscles in his ass cheeks and the powerful muscles in his thighs were catapulting his dick in and out of my tender twat with the speed of a rocket.
When my feet were pressing down against his ass cheeks, that pressure was pushing his cock even deeper into my cunt. I could feel the hairy and wrinkled flesh of his undulating ball sacs each time that he pushed forward into me.
Then his black cock hairs were pressing down and scratching against my own reddish pussy hairs. He pushed his dick all the way into me and I could feel the contact between the two patches of hair and the tickling sensation that went along with that.
With my feet against his powerful ass cheeks I could feel every movement that he was making. Each time that he pushed his dick into my pussy, his ass cheeks clenched together and there was a hollow on either side of his body, right behind his hips.
Then he would relax and his ass cheeks would relax as well. In that way, his thighs and ass were acting like a motor that was giving the force to the cock that was ripping at the delicate flesh all the way inside of my pussy.
With my legs around his body, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and said, "Hold on tight. We're gonna take a little trip."
I looked around and down. We were up on the balcony and for a moment I had the impression that we were so near to the edge of the railing that he was going to drop me over.
But then I knew that it was ridiculous! He had his cock stuffed all the way inside of my cunt. He couldn't toss me off the balcony unless he also went over the edge.
Then he began to walk away from the railing. I clutched my arms around his back and my long fingers were digging into his hairy flesh in an effort not to be dropped.
Bobby was really showing a good deal of talent with his cock since he was managing to walk along while his dick was stuffed all the way up my pussy and my feet were pressing into his ass.
We were attached in that strange way and there was something very erotic about it.
I was amazed that he actually managed to walk down the stairs with his cock still up inside of my cunt. I clutched onto him even more tightly and I could feel the perspiration that was forming on his back from the contact with me.
Once he had managed to get us down the stairs to the main area of the bar, he looked into my face and said, "Where do you want to do it?"
"Where? Everywhere!" I said with a broad smile on my face.
"Okay!" he said, nodding his head. "Where do you want the first one!"
"First one?" I asked.
"Sure!" he said. "You don't think that I'm just gonna fuck a sweet pussy like yours one time! And if you do think that I'm here to correct that notion right now!"
"Let's start on the pool table!" I said. I had a big cock in my pussy and I was still feeling horny. Even though he was inside of me, I wanted to feel the fucking!
He pressed me down on the pool table. He did not get down on top of me. I was on my back and he peeled my legs from around his waist.
Tossing my legs up over my shoulders, his cock was still inside of my pussy even though I was lying on my back on the pool table and he was standing up next to it.
He began to work his dick in and out of my pussy in that position. Because he was standing up and I was lying down, his cock was pressed at an odd angle.
Because his cock was pressing up so hard against the front of my pussy, it was rubbing back and forth with so much power over my clitoris that I thought I was going to pass out.
Since my clit is very close to the opening of my pussy and it is so easily aroused I have always been a girl who enjoyed getting fucked a great deal. But the position that Bobby was using on me was taking that one step further.
I could feel the sweat that was standing out on my forehead as I was taking the cock in and out of my cunt and feeling the vicious slamming against my clit.
"You want me to cum?" he asked as he slid back and forth.
"No!" I cried out. "I don't want it to end!"
"Who said anything about having it end?" he asked. "I just want to know if I should shoot in your pussy!"
"Yes!" I screamed out and as I said that, I felt the cock head expanding out and shooting the first load of gism into my hot cunt slit.
But it was an unusual way that he started to shoot into me. Usually a guy will slam all the way into my body before he starts to shoot his load, but Bobby just had the head of his hard-on at the lips of my cunt as he began to explode in a hot orgasm.
I screamed out in a hysterical way and I'm not really sure why I screamed unless it was just that I didn't want to miss feeling the dick all the way up my cunt.
In the midst of shooting that first wad of gism up my hot pussy slit, he shoved his cock all the way into my body and I could feel the trail of flaming cock juice against the moist and supple flesh of my vagina.
His cock was all the way inside of my cunt and it was still playfully moving back and forth against the delicate flesh of my pussy as
I felt it shooting out load after load of hot cum up into the confines of my vagina.
The first burst of gism into my pussy had been something special. I don't know how much Bobby planned and how much had just happened. But he managed to shoot his load directly against the hot and excited clit that was right at the opening of my pussy.
After that happened, I was completely out of control. I could feel the flesh of my vagina collapsing around the invading cock and grasping it firmly.
The moist pussy flesh was trying to hold onto the thick cock and it was unable to clutch the sliding joint that kept on ramming and taunting the delicate flesh inside my twat.
"What's the matter?" he asked, with a laugh. "I thought that you wanted to keep getting fucked on and on!"
"It's so. , . It's so ... I'm completely out of control!" I answered, panting out one word at a time.
"Good!" he laughed. "That's the way you should be."
By the time that both of us had finished cumming, my pussy flesh felt like there were burning cinders pressed deep against the moist surface.
His cock was still stuffed all the way inside of me and it gave no sign of softening in the tight confines of my pussy. Then he reached down and grabbed me by the shoulders.
I was dazed as I said, "Wh-what? Bobby, what now?"
Keeping his hard dick all the way inside of my cunt, he was holding me in his arms as my ass cheeks were resting against the side of the pool table.
"Where do you want the next round?" he asked me in a matter-of-fact voice.
I smiled. That was all that I needed to hear to feel the life surging back into me.
"How long do you intend to keep on fucking me?" I asked him.
"Are you complaining?" he asked me, tilting his head to one side.
I shook my head and said, "I just want to know whether I should cancel any appointments."
He began to laugh and said, "Three times is usually enough to hold me for a night!"
Nodding my head I said, "Maybe tonight you can make it four!"