The gorgeous redhead sat five seats down from me at the bar. She kept looking at her watch. She was wearing a grey knit dress that was so tight you could see the shape of both ass cheeks. I ordered her another drink as she finished the one she had. She raised the drink and mouthed, “Thank you! I’m married, you will not be fucking me.”
I laughed and mouthed, “Then just show me your tits.”
To my surprise, with a sultry stare, she took her hand and pulled open one side of her top, exposing her succulent breast. She turned and faced the bar. Her dress rode up to mid-thigh. Her legs were firm and defined. She was not tan at all, as she was fair-skinned with light freckles.
Another ten minutes passed, and she looked at her watch. She shook her head and held up her empty drink. I shook my head no. She smiled and slowly spread her legs until I could see her black panties. I shook my head no. She smirked at me and looked around to see if anyone was watching. She sat off the stool about an inch and reached under her skirt. She pulled her panties off and put them in her handbag. The bar lady then spread her legs again so that I could see her fiery red bush and gaping pussy.
I instructed the bartender to get her another drink. She crossed her legs and turned back, facing the bar. My cock was hard. Ten minutes later, the bartender delivered a napkin to me. It had the bar lady’s phone number written on it with an impression of her lips from her bright red lipstick.
I texted her: “Hey, sexy bar lady. You have a pretty pussy.”
She replied, “TY! How big is your cock?”
“Bigger than your husband’s.”
“How do you know?”
I answered, “You wouldn’t be asking a stranger at a bar how big his cock is if his was big enough to satisfy you. I can guarantee that my cock is big enough to satisfy you.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“It’s as thick as your wrist and just a few inches shy of a foot.”
The bar lady shifted on her bar stool. She glanced at me and motioned me over with her index finger. As I walked over, she looked over my tall, muscular frame. She studied my deep blue eyes and glared at my package.
“We will not exchange names, we will not be engaged in idle conversation, and we will not kiss,” she whispered in my ear. She continued, “You will eat me and fuck me. If you are lucky, I will suck your cock and swallow your creamy cum. I am only doing this because my husband is playing craps downstairs instead of taking care of his beautiful wife’s desires.”
“Okay, bar lady, let’s go,” I said as I grabbed her hand and marched her to the elevator. My room was on the penthouse floor, which was 42 stories higher than we were now.
Once the door closed in the elevator, I pushed her down to her knees and said, “I guess I am going to get lucky.” My ten-inch veiny cock pushed through her lips with no hesitation on her part. Her mouth took my girth easily, but the length was too much for her. She sucked seven good inches while squeezing her hand around the base. I gathered her hair in the back, and I fucked her face.
The bar lady was slurping away as the door opened and an old couple walked in. They just held hands as they watched my cock being devoured until they got off on their floor.
The elevator dinged just as I finished in her mouth. She swallowed my load easily, and when she pulled me out, she said excitedly, “What a rush! I’ve never had anyone watch me like that during sex.”
The door swung open to my suite, and she whistled, “God damn, just how fucking rich are you?”
“Rich enough to pay some casino workers to keep your husband busy all night,” I replied.
“Well played. You dirty dog,” she laughed.
“Take off your dress and your shoes. Sit in that chair that is facing my chair. I want you to pleasure yourself while I sit naked across from you. Can you do that for me, bar lady?” I said in a low, deep voice.
Her face and chest turned red. She kicked off her shoes and pulled her dress down her shoulders and off her arms. Her hands pushed her dress down over her hips, and it fell to the floor.
There is nothing sexier than a naked redhead and a fiery red bush. Her bush was natural, not cut into any shape, and her labia had red curly fuzz. I undressed and poured myself a whiskey. My cock hung down between my legs when I sat down.
The bar lady slowly sat down in the chair and leaned back. She pulled her hair behind her so that I would have an unobstructed view of her perfect alabaster breasts. Her milky white thighs spread open wide enough so that her pussy lips were slightly open, but I could not see her pink entrance.
She licked her fingers and twisted both of her nipples. She lifted and fondled her breasts as she stared me straight in the eyes. One hand snaked down her body, down across her tight stomach. Her hand lingered in her curly bush, and her fingers raked through her hair.
Her palm ran over the top of her mons a few times as she panted. She smiled when she watched my cock twitch and grow. Two fingers spread her lips as she opened up her pussy. I could see deep into her pink, wet entrance. Those two fingers pushed into her pussy and worked in and out. The wet, squishy noise made me harder along with her soft moans.
The bar lady was panting heavily, and her fingers worked frantically in her pussy. She brought her other hand down and rubbed her clit in a circular motion. When she saw me grab my cock and jerk it, her eyes glazed over. She arched her back, raising her ass out of the chair. Grunts flowed out of her mouth as she was nearing climax. She desperately needed to cum and was grunting even louder. When she let out a scream, her body shook, and pussy juice poured on the floor. My cock erupted like a volcano and landed on her bush.
Her hand scooped up my pool of cum, and she drank from her palm like a wild animal. I picked her up and dropped her on the bed. My powerful hands roughly spread her legs. She was heavily panting, and in a sultry tone, she said, “Eat my hot cunt. Make me forget I am married. I want to scream so loud when you make me cum.”
Bending over with my face in her red bush, I took in the aroma of her cum juices she had just excreted from masturbating. The remnants of my cum that landed in her red forest smeared my face. Her pink starfish looked delicious as I spread her cheeks wider. My tongue lashed over her anus to her delight. She squealed as my tongue penetrated her bung hole.
I could not resist her pink goodness anymore. The warmth and softness of her pussy was almost overwhelming to my senses as my tongue slurped into her cunt. I thumbed her clit as I licked deep into her pleasure tunnel. She screamed and crushed my head between her powerful thighs. She treated my face to her juicy treasure.
Bar lady lay flat on the bed, her red hair fanned out. Her eyes were closed as she was still trying to recover. Her legs were placed over my shoulder, and my cock head nestled between her outer folds. “I’m going to fuck your married pussy now. If you have indecisive thoughts about cheating on your husband, let them be known now, as I am about to fuck you hard and long,” I stated.
“Fuck my pussy with your big thick cock. I need you inside me. I need your big cock stretching me and reaching depths that my husband’s small four-inch cock has never reached,” she demanded.
I knew her husband. He was a prick. He treated every one of his employees like shit; he treated his wife like shit, and he treated the working class like shit. I read about him in Business Magazine, and I had my team research his businesses. I bought them all one by one. He only has millions in cash now, which he will gamble away in a few years. Bar lady Julie will be my wife, and she will be treated like a queen. She knew me by a different name in high school. I was in love with her brilliance and beauty. She was always so nice to me when everyone else wasn’t. My parents committed suicide after the local community center caught them embezzling money. I moved away as another family adopted my little sisters and me.
My thickness spread Julie’s pink lips apart as she gasped. I went slowly deeper as she panted out of control. Her legs shook as her clit scraped against my thick cock. My balls rested on her anus, and we stared into each other’s eyes. Julie searched my eyes as I just stayed deep inside her. “Jason? Is that you? My God, you grew up so fucking handsome! Oh shit, I’m cumming. Fuck me, Jason. Make me want for no other,” she gasped.
I pumped slowly into her as she grunted with every thrust. Her heels dug into my ass, and her nails drew blood on my back. She continuously came as I took her where she had never been before. Her sight went blurry as she drooled out of her pouty lips. She was so tight, wet, and warm. My cum filled her married, unprotected pussy. She was exhausted as she kissed my lips.
