Moana was nearly six feet tall and that was without her knee-high black leather boots. She liked to wear lingerie. A favorite was a see-through blouse with a black bra showing her attentive red nipples and smooth creamy breasts beneath. The blouse billowed at the back but showed the cut of her very low hip hugger shorts with the red whale tail of her thong showing just above. She wore fish net stockings beneath those.
Her hair was long and black and curly and little curls fell down here and there making her look even more appealing. It was like she planned where each and every curl came to lie. You wanted to reach up and pull one just like a little slinky.
She pulled a bottle of Cuervo out of the bar, a lemon, and a salt shaker in the other hand, “Anyone wanna do some shots?” she asked as she swung one leg up onto the bar. The other leg soon followed in one fell swoop and the guys just oggled her with sheepish grins.
They were all sportin’ wood under the bar and each one was eyeing the other as to who would go first? They were all fearing that their girlfriend, mother or wife would show up at an inopportune time.
“Well,” she purred as she arched her back up revealing her navel area. She
sprinkled a circle of salt around her navel and then filled the crevice with the tequila, grinning like a Cheshire cat with the lemon wedge stuck in between her teeth…
Frankie went for it slurping the agave out of her belly, licking the salt and then taking the sour juice from her sweet full mouth. “Who’s next?” she purred again. When no one moved, she pulled her shorts off and raised her hips exposing her Mons piled high with the same sweet curls that lay on her head. Her pubis was inviting them all with her musky vermilion lips slightly parted and awaiting the tongue of the bravest man there.
Jimmy couldn’t resist that cunt smell, downed the shot of tequila she offered him and dove into the salty wet taste. He licked softly at first at the tip of her clitoris and then plunged his tongue deep into her, as he moved his fingers up into her g-spot to do the rest, while he licked her like a cat at a saucer of cream. She writhed and laughed and came almost continually as the rest of the men at the bar looked on.
Bobby pulled out his cock, pushed Jimmy aside and plunged into her. Jimmy had his cock out too and was thrusting it into her mouth. Ernie just sat there quietly watching and wishing he had some Cialis.
The whole scene was moving toward the final climax when Bunny burst in the door demanding to know what was going on. The bar was supposed to be closed, but even she had a guy with her who looked like he came off the Carney circuit. He took her onto his lap kissing her neck and boobs, unbuttoning her blouse with one hand and pulling off her panties with the other. Soon she was astride him on the pool table with Frankie bringing up the rear.
After Hours… What the boss doesn’t know…
(First published 11/9/11)
