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Subject: {ASSM} Cold beer (MMF)
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Hi. A word of introduction (this being my first story): As you can
probably tell, English is not my first language. Feel free to remove
"no" and "spam" from my e-mail adress and mail me corrections
and suggestions. Thanks in advance and see you later.
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COLD BEER
It had been a hot day out here in the desert, and as night fell, the
heat was just getting bearable. Even now, as it was rather late,
Sara was still sweating, as she pulled up outside the small, neon lit
bar.
Entering the bar, she found it almost deserted. The bartender was
clearing the tables, and a man sat at the bar with the last beer of
the evening.
She hesitated, and the two men looked her over, but what the heck? She
knew she was a good-looking woman in her tight jeans and a t-shirt,
showing off her bulging breasts. Confidently, she walked over to the
bar and sat down next to the only customer.
He turned to face her - a stout, muscular man with a dark, intense
gaze. There was an air of brutality about him that kind of turned her
on. The tall, skinny bartender, on the other hand, she couldn't quite
figure out. He seemed somewhat detached, even as he asked her:
"What'll it be? We're closing."
Sara smiled at him. He didn't react.
"Beer," she said.
The bartender quickly pulled an ice-cold beer from the tap.
"Anything else, we could help you with?" he asked.
The customer's gaze stayed fixed on her. Sara laughed briefly.
"Well, what do you think?" she asked.
The two men looked at each other quickly, and the bartender smiled
vaguely:
"We sure are glad to hear that, eh Billy?"
"Yeah yeah," Billy murmured. "I don't think she knows what she's
getting herself into."
Sara drank from her beer, then sniffed sarcastically.
"I don't think the two of you can think of anything I haven't tried
yet."
The men fell silent for a few seconds. The Billy whispered: "Lock the
door."
The bartender quickly walked over to the door, locking it. The sound
sent chills down Sara's spine, but she sat upright on the barstool,
looking Billy straight in the eyes. Without a word he raised his glass
and stood in front of Sara. Then, slowly, he tipped the glass,
pouring cold beer over her torso.
She gasped from the cold. Soaked, her t-shirt clung to her breasts.
Billy lowered the glass, smiling wickedly. The beer felt cold as ice
against Sara's skin, hardening her nipples. Involuntarily, she
grabbed her breasts, squeezing them gently. The bartender leaned
across the counter, watching her.
"More," she whispered.
Billy lifted the glass over her head.
"Come on," she moaned, "give it to me."
And Billy let the beer wash over her hair, her face, her torso. She
shivered from the cold, squirming on the barstool. Without a word the
bartender was pulling more beer from the tap. Meanwhile, Billy grabbed
Sara's glass, pouring that over her, too.
"Ohhh," she moaned. Her long, black hair got dripping wet, making it
stick to her cheeks. Even the rough fabric of her jeans was soaked by
the cold beer. Sara felt her t-shirts and panties clinging to her
body.
The bartender handed Billy still more beer, which he eagerly poured
over the soaking wet Sara. Panting, she let the cold liquid wash over
her, still massaging her rounded breasts.
Billy put the empty glasses away. Then he sat down, just looking at
her. None of the men said a word. The beer dripped from Sara's body
onto the floor.
"You want me to undress?" She whispered.
There was no answer.
Brushing her dripping wet hair from her face, she unbuttoned her
jeans. They were so wet, she could hardly pull them down. And when she
finally did, she had pulled off her panties as well.
The bartender leaned over to look at Sara's pussy. She spread her legs
as wide as she could. Billy could se all the way up into her pink
pussy, wet from beer and her juices. But he didn't move.
"We wanna watch you masturbate," he said calmly.
And Sara started playing with her pussy. She was so hot now. Her legs
still spread wide, she exposed her clit to the two men. Then she let
her fingers rub it. Up and down, very slowly, very gently.
"Oooh yeah," she whispered huskily.
Billy poured himself another beer, calmly drinking it as Sara
masturbated in front of him.
"Is it good?" he asked her.
Sara was rubbing harder now. She gasped loudly with excitement,
massaging her pussy in an ever-increasing rhythm.
"Ohhh," she shouted straight into Billy's face. He just smiled, taking
another sip of beer.
"Well, is she gonna come?" the bartender said. Then, suddenly, Billy
stood in front of Sara again. Without warning, he brutally forced two
fingers up into her pussy. She screamed loudly. Billy grabbed her
firmly with his other arm and started finger-fucking her. Rhythmically,
his two fingers slid in and out of her slippery cunt. He bent them and
straightened them, turning them around in her pussy. And all the time
thrusting them in and out.
Sara was sobbing with lust. The bartender watched them. Suddenly,
Billy started kissing her. He pressed his mouth against hers, forcing
his salivating tongue into her mouth. Sara twisted around on the
barstool. Billy's fingers explored every inch of her pussy, his tongue
greedily licking the insides of her mouth. She was so hot, she could
hardly take it.
"Yep. Yeah, she's coming," the bartender said unemotionally.
And at the same moment she lost control. Billy's mouth let go of hers as
Sara's screams of orgasm filled the bar, her pussy muscles spasming
around his pumping fingers.
"Oh! Oh!" she screamed.
Billy pulled his dripping wet fingers from her pussy, forcing them
into her mouth.
"Lick them," he whispered. With loud smacking noises she sucked her
own pussy juice from his fingers. It still a had faint taste of
beer. Her entire body was shivering.
"Are you ready?" Billy asked.
Without the word, the bartender came out to join them. He unbuttoned
his jeans, pulling out a remarkably long cock. It was almost
completely erect.
"Lick it," Billy commanded.
Shaking, she knelt down in front of the bartender, cautiously sucking
the bulging head of his cock.
"Aaah," he groaned, forcing his cock into her mouth.
Sara swallowed, as the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat.
Then he pulled the dripping cock out of her mouth, starting to pump
it slowly back and forth.
"I think she's thirsty," Billy said mockingly.
And the bartender paused his fucking motions, as Billy poured some
cold beer over his long cock. As he started pumping again, Sara could
taste the beer on his long, stiff tool. The bartender grunted,
grabbing her soaking wet hair. He pulled his cock all the way out of
her mouth with each stroke, only to poke it in between her wet lips
with a powerful thrust. Again and again, Sara's mouth was filled with
his swelling cock.
"More," he gasped. Pulling out completely, he stood with his erect
cock in front of her face.
"You do it," Billy commanded, passing the glass to Sara. With
shivering fingers, she lifted it up, pouring cold beer over the
bartender's cock. It jerked wildly, as he shook with desire.
"Yeah!" he yelled, brutally forcing his cock in between her lips
again. She sucked the beer from it, as it pumped her mouth savagely.
Then, again, he let it slip out, making a smacking sound.
"Again," he gasped.
Obediently, Sara poured more beer over the wildly stiffened cock. But
this time she didn't take it into her mouth. Instead, she let her
long, wet tongue lick up the beer. Slowly her tongue played around the
tender skin of the bartender's hard shaft. Its veins swelled and
throbbed.
She lifted the glass. Another gush of ice-cold beer, which Sara licked
from the bartender's cock with wet, slurping sounds,
Moaning, Billy unbuttoned his jeans. He pulled out his fat cock and
started masturbating. Sara looked at him teasingly.
"Do you like this?" she asked.
"Yes," the two men gasped in unison.
Sara laughed, pouring the rest of the beer over herself. Her nipples
were as hard as pebbles.
"Fuck her," Billy groaned.
The bartender grabbed the wet woman, placing her belly down over the
bar stool. Slowly, his cock entered Sara's dripping wet pussy.
"Ohh," she moaned.
The bartender's long cock slid in and out of her pussy. With every
inch of her cunt she felt it swelling.
Billy was standing up now. He went over to them, watching attentively,
as the bartender fucked Sara thoroughly from behind. Meanwhile, he
was masturbating with a nasty smile.
"Oh," the bartender whispered. "Give me a beer."
Letting go of his cock, Billy pulled a beer for the bartender. The
bartender didn't stop. His cock was still pumping in and out of Sara's
pussy, as he drank a hearty gulp of beer.
"Ahhh," he said.
Then Sara felt him pouring beer over her ass. It ran cold over her ass
cheeks, into her pussy and down her thighs. The bartender's cock, too,
was drenched by the cold beer, mixing with her hot juices. Now his
rhythm became more intense. Wet and slippery, he thrust his cock deep
into her pussy again and again.
Billy loved masturbating in front of Sara. Now he bent down to her.
And with his thick, wet tongue he licked the beer from her cheeks. He
grabbed his glass, poured more beer into her hair, then licked that
up, too.
"Is it good?" he whispered in between laps. "Is it nasty?"
"Yes. Yes," Sara whimpered, as the bartender thrust his cock in and
out of her pussy.
"Ohhh," the bartender suddenly yelled. Grabbing his cock he pulled out
of her.
"Take her!" he shouted to Billy.
Helplessly, Sara was thrown onto her back on the bar. Billy pumped his
hard, fat cock into her with a powerful thrust. Then he slid the
glistening wet cock all the way out of her pussy, paused - and thrust
it just as savagely back in. He did this over and over again.
Sara whimpered impatiently and moaned deeply with each stroke.
The bartender was masturbating, and she watched the clear liquid
oozing from the tip of his long cock.
"Oh, fuck her," he groaned hoarsely.
Billy spread her legs wide as he drove his cock into her. Then he
started pumping in a hard, relentless rhythm. Sara felt the fat cock
massaging the insides of her pussy, and she sighed lustfully. His cock
jutting out from his jeans, the bartender pulled another beer.
"Are you thirsty?" he asked her gently.
Sara nodded weakly. Her mouth was dry from desire. And with Billy
still pumping his cock in and out of her pussy, the bartender grabbed
the back of her head, slowly pouring cold beer into her open mouth.
God, that was good. Greedily she swallowed mouthful after mouthful of
the ice-cold beer while Billy fucked her savagely. Sara looked
gratefully at the bartender. But now he lifted the glass, pouring the
rest of the cold beer over her hot body.
She shivered. The beer hit her belly and her breasts. Billy fucked her
like a madman, staring at her big, soaking wet breasts, bouncing in
time to his strokes. Then the bartender bent down over her and started
licking up the beer.
"Oh yes," she sighed, "oh yes."
The bartender sucked beer from Sara's tiny navel. He licked beer from
her breasts, his teeth nipping at her erect nipples, making her squirm
with lust.
"Her pussy, too," Billy whispered.
And masturbating with one hand, the bartender poured beer over Sara's
pussy with the other. She and Billy both gasped, as the cold beer
washed over their genitals. Beer and love juice flowed from Sara's hot
slit. The shock of the cold made Billy's cock even harder, and he
thrust hard into her, making her whimper. And at she same time, she
climaxed again.
"Aaah!" Sara moaned loudly as she orgasmed. Both Billy and the
bartender held her down on the counter, as Billy pressed his swelling
cock all the way into her, holding it still. He felt her sex muscle
vibrating around his explosive member.
"Oh," Sara whispered eagerly. "Come on!"
Billy pulled out of her, and the two men stood in front of her,
masturbating.
"Yeah," she whispered, as the bartender pulled another glass of beer
and passed it to her. "Let me see you come. Let me see your thick
sperm."
She poured cold beer over the bartender's cock. He gasped, the head of
his cock bulging madly, as he stroked his wet cock with both hands.
"Come," she whispered.
Then she poured some over Billy's fat cock.
"Ahhh," he shouted, his wet cock jerking as he masturbated like mad.
The beer ran coldly over his balls and down his thighs. "More!"
The bartender panted, as Sara slowly poured the rest of the cold beer
over Billy's throbbing cock and his fist, jerking it off.
"Come on," Sara begged. "I want to see you shoot your load."
And the men closed in around her face. She looked up at them. And they
came.
"Unnnh!"
The first jet shot out of the bartender's cock, flying over both her
breasts. His sperm felt boiling hot against her skin, and he moaned
loudly, as spurt after spurt shot out of his cock.
Then Billy let out a wild yell. The head of his cock bulged wildly,
and jerked as it spat a thick spray of come out over her face. She
looked into his eyes, licking it up.
The two men's cock kept on pumping. Long, hot jets of thick sperm hit
Sara's face and breasts. Finally, their ejaculations ceased.
Billy and the bartender held on to their cocks, catching their breath.
Then they pulled themselves each a glass of cold beer. They drank most
of it, pouring the rest over Sara's naked body, washing off the sperm.
And then over their own aching cocks, to cool them off.
There was a knock on the door. More than a knock. A hammering.
"Police! Open up!"
Sara and the two men tried to get dressed.
"Open up, or we'll shoot!"
"Shit!" the bartender hissed. And wearing only his jeans, he stumbled
to the door and opened it. Two heavily armed policemen stood outside.
They stared into the bar in amazement. Billy was still just buttoning
his jeans, and Sara still sat naked and wet on the floor, trying to
separate her panties from her jeans.
Then the policemen started laughing.
"What the hell have you been up to?" one of them said.
"The usual?" the other one asked
"Yeah," Billy admitted.
"So I guess we can settle it in the usual way," the bartender
suggested.
The policemen looked at each other, then at Sara, with dirty grins.
"Yeah," the first one said. "What the hell."
Billy and the bartender grabbed Sarah, lifting her up and placing her
on her back on the pool table.
Grinning, one of the policemen locked the door behind them. Then they
both stood around the pool table and started undressing.
Billy and the bartender calmly sat down by the bar, pulling themselves
a cold beer each. Sara saw the policemen closing in on her, their
cocks stiffening. She sighed.
It was going to be a long night.
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