Bad News, Part 1

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The BarIt was shortly after my divorce was finalized when this story took place. As much as I hate to admit it even after everything was finally over with, I still felt like shit!When I started calling the girls I used to date, I quickly learned the majority of them were now either married or weren’t interested. To make matters worse, all those horny older women that hang around in the cocktail lounges looking for young guys, to recapture their youth with, were now looking for guys younger than I was. Needless to say, I wasn’t getting any pussy!As I walked into Randy’s I could feel someone staring at me. But that wasn’t unusual because Randy’s wasn’t a gentlemen club with a few high priced strippers swinging and swaying around a brass pole in their G-strings to an expensive sound system.Randy’s a redneck bar, that’s patronized by bikers, construction workers, truckers, and some other slightly unsavory characters with questionable occupations.There’s usually one or two female patrons on the bar, stripping and gyrating their hips to the blaring music coming from the jukebox. After their number, they jump off the bar, and prance around the barroom so the patrons can grope them and slip a couple of dollars in their panties. If the price is right, they might even take one of their horny admirers into the back office and give them a private lap dance or whatever.There are a few pool tables in the backroom with some booths lining the wall opposite the restrooms and the back door. So as I entered Randy’s from the parking lot, I could feel someone staring at me.When I looked around to see who it was, I saw this woman sitting on a bar stool by the pool tables, staring at me. She had jet black hair hanging down over her pale white shoulders.The woman had a long, triangle shaped face with a pointed chin. She was wearing blue eye shadow with a ring of mascara around light blue eyes. She also had dark blood red lipstick on her thin lips. She had huge black plastic hoop earrings dangling from her ear lobes.She was chewing gum with her mouth slightly opened, moving her lower jaw from side to side like a cow gnawing on its cud. She had some drool oozing from the corners of her mouth. As I watched otele gelen escort her casually dart the tip of her pink tongue out and flick up the escaping saliva from between her lips, my cock twitched and began to harden.I couldn’t keep myself from fantasizing about how it would feel to slip my dick between her lips, into her moist mouth and fuck her face. Needless to say, my perverted desires were giving me an enormous erection, causing a bulge to form in the front of my jeans.The woman was brazenly giving me the once over. When she noticed my swollen cock she seemed quite pleased with herself and grinned at me. Then she playfully winked at me and licked her lips, sending a shiver up and down my spine that ended in the head of my rock-hard pecker.Not to be outdone by her, I raised my eyebrows puckered my lips and blew her a kiss. Then I returned the favor and slowly gave her a thorough once over. She was wearing a string of large black beads around her neck that matched her earrings. She had on a skimpy red halter top that barely covered her smallish breasts. Her nipples began to stiffen as I leered at them.The woman’s face turned pink as she watched me blatantly ogling her tits and stiffening nipples. But she didn’t say anything or look away; she just kept smiling and blew me another kiss.I knew she was having fun playing this little game with me, so I smiled back at her and slightly opened my mouth slipped my tongue between my lips and ran it around my lips, and from side to side, like I was running it around her areolas and across her nipples. In response, she looked down at my dick puckered her lips into a large, exaggerated O and blew a kiss down at my manhood.As my eyes wandered down from her tits, I noticed she had a sparkling thing in her naval. She was wearing a tight, hip hugging black leather mini skirt that barely covered her crotch. Her long slender legs were crossed and she was wearing a pair of shiny black come-fuck-me boots.Just by looking at her, my heart began beating faster, sending more blood surging into my already hard, pulsing pecker. I wanted this woman like I haven’t wanted a woman in a very balgat escort long time. What I didn’t realize, was she wasn’t only turning me on, she was also making me feel alive again.When she saw me staring at her legs, she uncrossed them, lifted her ass off the stool and parted her thighs, giving me a quick glimpse of the crotch of her dark red panties.When she did that, I think my heart stopped and I thought I saw a damp spot over her womanhood. In response to her show, I stuck out my tongue and lapped it over my upper lip like I was licking her pussy.As she watched me flicking my tongue over my upper lip, her face went from light pink to a bright red. Then she quickly sat back down closed her legs and re-crossed them. Then she began giggling like a high school girl as she shook her head from side to side, in disbelief.Then the woman nodded her head towards the back door like she wanted me to follow her. As I started towards the exit, I noticed a couple guys coming towards her. Each of them had a cue stick in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other. But there was something odd looking about these guys. It was obvious by their appearance that they didn’t belong here. There was also something about that woman that didn’t seem quite right to me. Then it hit me: these guys are cops, and she’s the bait in a prostitution sting! Ahh, shit, I though to myself, I should have known better! She was just too freaking good to be true!So I said to myself, “Fuck it!”, and went over to the bar and ordered a bottle of Budweiser. There were a couple slightly drunk women stripping on the bar, but neither of them appealed to me. I was about to leave when the bartender brought me another bottle of beer and told me it was from the woman standing by the back door.I turned to see who it was, and my cock twitched when I saw her standing there smiling at me. As our eyes met, she nodded her head towards the door and went outside. Then, I quickly looked around and saw that the two cops were still shooting pool. I also noticed that they weren’t paying any attention to me, or her.Against my better judgment, I followed her outside. As soon as I was elvankent escort out the door, I heard her call in a deep, sultry voice,” Hey Stud, I’m over here. I want to talk to you.”She was standing in the far corner of the parking lot by my Jeep. Whether she knew it was mine or not, I didn’t know. As I started towards her, she asked in her slutty voice, ”What’s the matter? Don’t you like what you see?” Before I could answer her, she went on to say, “Come over here, you big sexy bastard, and tell me what I did wrong.”I said, “You’re a cop, and you’re trying to set me up.”She was laughing as she said, “No, I’m not.”As soon as I got in front of her, she put her arms around my neck and pressed her body against mine and asked, “Do you really think I’m a cop?”Instead of answering her, I instinctively put my arms around her waist and cupped her firm little ass cheeks in my hands. As I held her against me, she whispered into my ear, “Honest Stud, I’m not a cop.” She lifted her leg and wrapped it around the back of my thigh and began pumping her crotch against mine as she said in her deep sultry voice, “Stud, you turn me on, and I’m all yours tonight, if you want me.”Maybe it was just wishful thinking on my part, but I couldn’t help thinking to myself “Maybe she’s not a cop, after all, and for some reason or other, she really does want me.” So I turned my head and began kissing the side of her long, slender neck, down to that hot spot between her neck and shoulders, and began sucking on it.She pleaded softly, “Ooh, God, Stud, that drives me crazy, but it makes me want more.”Then she tilted her head to the side and lifted her shoulder trying to push me away from her neck as she whispered in her deep, husky voice,” Please, don’t give me a hickey, where anyone can see it.” While she was saying that she was pumping her crotch against mine, with her leg wrapped tightly around the back of my thigh holding me firmly against her. The next thing I knew she was sucking on my lower lip and she had her hand between us rubbing my hard throbbing cock; it was so long since I’ve been with a woman that I was already on the verge of creaming my jeans.I had pulled her skirt up over her firm little rump and somehow managed to get my hand between us and slipped it under the waistband of her panties. When she felt me sliding my hand inside her panties she gripped my dick and squeezed it as she sighted, “Oh, God, I can’t believe I’m doing this.”As I slipped my hand downward between her legs and cupped her cunt, she groaned, “Oh God, please don’t stop.

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