added to her need of a rock hard beef injection on this particular night.
The men she attracted wandered her way, dropped a few of their best lines and were dismissed as she did her bug-light impression, blowing them off like annoying moths. She did have some standards but hearing lines like, “Great legs…what time do they open?” or “My penis just died…can I bury it in your ass?” really just pissed her off more than appealed to her.
She wished that at least they could be somewhat original, or more than an orangutan with a limp dick.
“You look like you might be interested in some great conversation.” A man sat down confidently beside Mary.
He was polite, and on a scale of one to ten, she rated him an easy eight. He was tall with dark black, wavy hair touching his collar. He seemed harmless enough and wasn’t overly eager to hit on her like a dog in heat ready to hump her leg.
She decided to risk it. “If you buy me another drink we can talk.”
“I’m Peter. Nice to meet you.” He motioned to the bartender to get Mary another drink. “Not sure what you’re having, but the bartender is getting you another one.”
“My name’s Mary.” She held out her hand and he gently shook it.
They sat for a while talking about completely irrelevant things. He was charming, had a steady job and wasn’t continuously trying to flirt or say rude sexual innuendos, which meant he actually wasn’t just trying to fuck her, even though she wouldn’t mind. They liked a lot of the same things and his subtle glances at her legs and breasts were cute, letting her know he was interested in more than just talking about the weather.
After doing her standard ten point check-over, along with her routine Q and A, Mary was done talking and decided to take care of what she had come for. “You have a car?” she asked.
“Of course I do.”
“I’m not here to play games. I need to fuck somebody. The batteries died in my vibrator and I am insanely horny and need to get seriously fucked to clear my head so I can think. Are you up for it?”
Swallowing, Peter puffed out his chest like a showboating peacock, “Oh yeah, I’m the man for the job.”
“Good answer. This is a job, I expect to have three orgasms by nights end by either fingers, tongue or cock, so buckle up for the ride.”
Mary told Peter she would follow him, and he figured it was so she could make a quick getaway if she needed to. He stood beside his car jiggling his keys as she walked up.
“My place is right up there.” He motioned to the stairs leading to the building behind him.
He watched her take each step up and felt the urge to cry. Oh my God, what a beautiful ass, I can’t wait to slap that when I’m…
“I can feel you staring at my ass, Peter. It’s getting all hot.”
Standing at the door he fumbled with the keys and tried his best to look cool.
“Just relax and put it in the hole.” Mary whispered as she stood behind him.
Stepping inside, she looked around. He kept things very basic and neat. There wasn’t a lot of room but he knew she was thinking of his bed more than anything else. An evil grin crossed her face as she turned to him. Before he could say anything her hand was on his cock and her tongue down his throat.
She dropped to her knees while unfastening his pants and lowering his zipper. He opened his mouth but the words choked when she pulled his pants down to his ankles. He stumbled back against the wall and she peeled his underwear over his hard cock. She hesitated and Peter wondered if it was because of the strange arch of his cock that made it look like a banana. He’d been told it was a rather nice sized banana, so he was happy that she eagerly began to practice her sword swallowing skills. She was very talented.
Peter threw his head back and groaned. Mary was merciless and never flinched as every inch of him entered her throat. Porn actresses would be jealous of how well she pleasured him—with expertise and
The men she attracted wandered her way, dropped a few of their best lines and were dismissed as she did her bug-light impression, blowing them off like annoying moths. She did have some standards but hearing lines like, “Great legs…what time do they open?” or “My penis just died…can I bury it in your ass?” really just pissed her off more than appealed to her.
She wished that at least they could be somewhat original, or more than an orangutan with a limp dick.
“You look like you might be interested in some great conversation.” A man sat down confidently beside Mary.
He was polite, and on a scale of one to ten, she rated him an easy eight. He was tall with dark black, wavy hair touching his collar. He seemed harmless enough and wasn’t overly eager to hit on her like a dog in heat ready to hump her leg.
She decided to risk it. “If you buy me another drink we can talk.”
“I’m Peter. Nice to meet you.” He motioned to the bartender to get Mary another drink. “Not sure what you’re having, but the bartender is getting you another one.”
“My name’s Mary.” She held out her hand and he gently shook it.
They sat for a while talking about completely irrelevant things. He was charming, had a steady job and wasn’t continuously trying to flirt or say rude sexual innuendos, which meant he actually wasn’t just trying to fuck her, even though she wouldn’t mind. They liked a lot of the same things and his subtle glances at her legs and breasts were cute, letting her know he was interested in more than just talking about the weather.
After doing her standard ten point check-over, along with her routine Q and A, Mary was done talking and decided to take care of what she had come for. “You have a car?” she asked.
“Of course I do.”
“I’m not here to play games. I need to fuck somebody. The batteries died in my vibrator and I am insanely horny and need to get seriously fucked to clear my head so I can think. Are you up for it?”
Swallowing, Peter puffed out his chest like a showboating peacock, “Oh yeah, I’m the man for the job.”
“Good answer. This is a job, I expect to have three orgasms by nights end by either fingers, tongue or cock, so buckle up for the ride.”
Mary told Peter she would follow him, and he figured it was so she could make a quick getaway if she needed to. He stood beside his car jiggling his keys as she walked up.
“My place is right up there.” He motioned to the stairs leading to the building behind him.
He watched her take each step up and felt the urge to cry. Oh my God, what a beautiful ass, I can’t wait to slap that when I’m…
“I can feel you staring at my ass, Peter. It’s getting all hot.”
Standing at the door he fumbled with the keys and tried his best to look cool.
“Just relax and put it in the hole.” Mary whispered as she stood behind him.
Stepping inside, she looked around. He kept things very basic and neat. There wasn’t a lot of room but he knew she was thinking of his bed more than anything else. An evil grin crossed her face as she turned to him. Before he could say anything her hand was on his cock and her tongue down his throat.
She dropped to her knees while unfastening his pants and lowering his zipper. He opened his mouth but the words choked when she pulled his pants down to his ankles. He stumbled back against the wall and she peeled his underwear over his hard cock. She hesitated and Peter wondered if it was because of the strange arch of his cock that made it look like a banana. He’d been told it was a rather nice sized banana, so he was happy that she eagerly began to practice her sword swallowing skills. She was very talented.
Peter threw his head back and groaned. Mary was merciless and never flinched as every inch of him entered her throat. Porn actresses would be jealous of how well she pleasured him—with expertise and
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