Before I did porn.

I want to start off with making one thing clear. When I mention drugs in any of my posts, I am honest. I sure did roll with the best of them, and keep up. I had long weekends in Vegas and did dope I shouldn’t have. But now, in my life, with my responsibilities and the amazing family I have… not only do I not relish in a lifestyle of drug use, I don’t even associate with anyone who does.

So, now that we have established that… this story has a lot of blow in it, and I mean both types. Hahah, I am so fucking funny. Lol.

I used to work downtown here in my hometown at a local night club. I was a bartender; a bartender. <insert eye roll> I will be honest, I could fuck up a “Jack and Coke”. I had big tits, a tight ass, a personality that the men loved and I exuded sexuality. That’s what made me a bartender. I pulled the most tips and made the worst drinks.

I look back and my mind runs wild with the thoughts about my old boss. I laid recently in bed with my husband and discussed the stories from this bar, and my boss, let’s call him “M”. My husband had once crossed paths with M too and it just so happened we both were out to eat a couple of weekends ago and ran into M at this restaurant. Now my husband is five years younger then me. When I was going through my experiences with M, my husband was only 13-14. My husband met M far later, when I was already an “adult” and doing grown up shit. Either way, we both had similar feelings about this man.

I had experienced and done coke, as in cocaine, from my earliest of ages. I can remember doing it at the age of 14 and running into my mom at the dope man’s house. So when I was at work, working for M and he called me upstairs to share with my the magical white powder he had, I seized the opportunity. I was going to school, paying my rent, paying my bills and all my responsibilities simply revolved around me. What did I have to lose?

It became a nightly thing when I worked, and I would work at minimum Thursday, Friday and Saturday. Sometimes I would come in say Wednesday too, or even Tuesday. I knew whichever day I started, meant the start of the weekend if you will. If I came to work on a Wednesday I was going to be up and going through my entire weekend, until Sunday.

I indulged in free access essentially to as much blow as I wanted. I look back and remember though, even times I wasn’t wanting it or more of it, I was encouraged by M. I was also encouraged my M’s wife, who also indulged with us from time to time. Then of course there were the bosses of the neighboring bars that would come over and up to the “office” that loved their fair share.

It was just surprising seeing how many people were into this shit! People you cross every day on the street, with their reputable jobs and lives, high as fuck, noses numb and powder all over their face. My perception of them, and other people definitely changed through these experiences.

The other part of M and myself was the sexual part. You see, I am a slut. Some absolutely hate me for it, some want to save me from it, some diagnose me and want to cure me of it…and some of you love me for it. I love myself. I don’t live with sadness or regret. I embrace who I am, who I was and who I will be. I am a slut.

When M made his first pass at me, it was a no brainer. I think I learned over our experiences how women have power in some work places based solely on sexuality. I didn’t have to work my shifts, I got pay checks with “bonuses” and why? Because I would sit in the office, get fucked up, fuck M, and party with customers of the bar downstairs.

M could use me as a trophy piece if people came in that he believed had a high standing place in this community. I wouldn’t hesitate if he asked me to escort them upstairs to do a line and fuck the man in a three piece suit on the “office” couch. I enjoyed it. I relished in it actually. It was me.

The bosses and owners of the neighboring bar had their free range of me as well really; I don’t ever remember not being excited about whatever it was they wanted to do.

I want to tell you about the one night I remember specifically, where I fucked M and his wife upstairs in this office of the bar until odd hours of the morning.

We had done so much coke, who knows what time it began. I remember it wasn’t coordinated by M himself. Instead he was counting money for drawers at one of the desks, his wife and I sitting on one of the sofas. I remember leaning over to her and running my hand around the back of her head gripping her hair and pulling her in toward me. I kissed her passionately and used my other hand to squeeze her thigh. She spread her legs at that moment and I knew she was not only willing, but eager. I straddled his wife there on the couch, as the bar below us kept moving in full swing. I kissed her as I thrusted my hips against her, grinding my clit on her. I reached with my left hand behind me and in between her legs as I moved my mouth down her neck. Her head laid back softly as she gasped for air, my hand moving slowly up her thigh under her dress.

She wasn’t wearing panties of course, that just adds to the hotness of this story. I remember the soft warm feel of her pussy lips. Her legs spread only enough for my hand to fit, but not enough to expose her wetness. This is one of my favorite things I must share. Whether it is done to me or I do it on another woman. I love the soft, squishy feeling of the vulva without the wetness yet. But knowing that once those lips are spread just enough you will expose that moisture. It’s like a surprise though; the more you turn a woman on, prior to rubbing your fingers up the middle of her slit, the more moist it is. I rubbed up either side of her pussy, you know the crease where a pussy meets the thigh. I spent my time kissing her neck, even pulling her shirt down and suckling on her nipples. Her moaning in pleasure.

At this time I had no clue what M was doing and still don’t, want to throw that out there.

I got from atop of her and got on my knees before her. I used my hands to lift her dress up and expose her cunt. I grabbed at her hips to inch her down to the edge of the seat she was sitting in. Gently pressed either thigh just a little more open and before me was a beautiful glistening pussy. I softly used my left hand to lightly rub her inner thigh as I took my right hand to her pussy. It was the moment I was looking forward to and I was watching it so closely. I used my fingers to rub either side of her pussy lips, repeatedly. Until I made it right down the middle, gathering that thick, wet goodness on my fingers. I used this to gently run my fingers up and down her pussy, circling her clit gently. I just wanted to take her in and tease her at the same time.

I placed my fingers in my mouth to taste her, clean her off of me. It was so delicious. I reached each one of my arms around her thighs and placed my face right in front of her pussy. Now using my tongue where I had just used my hands. I licked on the inside of her thighs, the creases I loved so much and eventually right up the middle of her pussy. I was cleaning her wet cum out of her, swallowing it as if I was the thirstiest I have ever been. I used my tongue to trace from her tight little ass hole, and up to her clit, digging my tongue inside her cunt to suck out whatever juices I could. She moaned with pleasure and I found she had at some point placed her hands on the back of my head.

As I had my face buried in between her legs, it was then I felt M behind me. He pulled my pants down, I didn’t even miss a beat in what I was doing.

I felt his thumb over my ass hole, then down my pussy. I was soaked too. He proceeded to put his throbbing dick in my pussy, which made for both of us women moaning at that point.

He only stroked once or twice, before he removed his dick and without hesitation took my ass hole. My hips thrusted forward with pain, but I loved the pain of being stretched. He held my hips and fucked me as I face fucked his wife. My ass was in pain and it was the best pain I could have asked for. His dick rock hard and stretching my ass walls to the max. He fucked me hard and deep.

I began to finger fuck his wife and move vigorously with my mouth, bringing her to cum on my face. I felt her pussy walls contract around my fingers as I licked just above her clit with my fat tongue.

It was after she told me she was cumming on my face and finished that M asked her to come to him, she did. He fucked me with a few more thrusts in my ass, before pulling it out and face fucking his wife where he blew his load. She was cleaning my ass off of his dick while taking his hot cum down her throat. It was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen. Her skirt up above her waste, her eyes watering and a wet dick in her mouth straight from my sore ass hole.

It didn’t end after this. His wife proceeded to lay me on the sofa there, as M went back to work and remove my pants. She rubbed her pussy on mine and my clit on hers. Our pussy juices mixing and making for a mess in between one another. She went down on me, face fucking me, until I made her lay herself on the sofa. I straddled her face and face fucked her, grinding my pussy and freshly used ass hole all over her face. Periodically I would get off to clean her face off, cleaning my juices off of her, and then continue to use her.

The three of us spent the entire night swapping with one another. M would leave and do as he needed to with the bar while me and his wife would have one another, in ecstasy. I think he came in her ass at least once that night too and multiple times in both of our pussies. Her and I both took turns at one time; she laid on her back underneath me. Her face under my pussy while her husband’s cock was in my pussy. As he would bust his nut, she would catch it with her mouth and clean off the base of his cock and my pussy with each stroke. I did the same to her.

This is a night I will never forget and never want to forget. It was like an entire night of experiencing a woman, with a man who would come in as he pleased; have his way with either one of us as he wanted, and go about his life.

We slept in the office that “night”, as in I probably headed home about 10a or there around the following day. I’m sure I took a nap that day and rubbed my pussy multiple times. I remember feeling sore all over, every hole, but so fulfilled. I wouldn’t take my experiences back for anything in this world.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s