W. Aurora - Adventurous Kate

Brian sipped from his beer and smiled, “Of course. You don’t mind working for it do you?”

“Of course not.”

“I’ll give you a hundred for a blow job.”

Ashley considered the proposition for a moment, “Okay, but I’m not going to swallow,” she said.

He stood up and took Ashley by the hand. The athlete smiled as they walked by and continued cleaning up.

The two of them stepped into the men’s room. Brian locked the door behind them and held the door open to the handicap stall for Ashley. “I like to hold on to the grab bar,” he said and smiled.

Ashley knelt in front of him and unzipped his pants. She grabbed his cock and pulled it out of his boxers. “Let me see your tits,” he said.

“That wasn’t part of the deal,” Ashley said.

“Come on. I need something to get me going.”

“Fine,” Ashley said. She pulled the straps of her dress down and removed her bra. Her tits bounced to freedom and Brian’s cock grew and extended to seven inches. Ashley licked the head before sliding the shaft halfway into her mouth. His dick was hard and warm as it brushed across her tongue and on the inside of her cheek. She looked up at Brian with her big brown eyes. He looked back down at her with intense eyes and licked his lips. “Does it taste good?” he asked.

“Mmm hmm,” Ashley moaned with his cock deep in her mouth.

“How far can you go?”

Ashley licked her lips and took a deep breath. Her plush lips slowly moved down his shaft and when she felt his head on the back of her throat, she pushed farther, until her bottom lip brushed his scrotum. Then she backed out even slower, and she felt his cock flinch on her tongue.

“Oh god,” he said.

She began working on just the tip. Sucking on it like it was a lollipop and massaging his balls with her hand while rubbing her tits with the other. “That feels good baby,” Brian said, “Your tits are amazing. Keep rubbing them. I wish my wife had tits like yours.”

Ashley stopped after he made the comment. She pulled his dick out of her mouth and wiped the spit away. “What?” she said.

Brian stammered a little, but he was freed from answering by the sound of the doorknob jiggling, followed by a knock.

“Just a second,” Brian yelled to the door.

“What do we do?” Ashley asked.

“We have to make this quick,” Brian said.

He shoved his cock in Ashley’s mouth before she was ready. Her eyes grew big with shock and Brian, unapologetically started thrusting his hips. His hand was on top of her head and he forced her to rock back and forth. Oh fuck, he’s fucking my mouth, Ashley thought.

Brian looked down at her. Her eyes were wide and bright and staring at him. Her tits jiggled slightly and her hands were on her knees, waiting patiently.

She felt the head tickle the back of her throat, and the more Brian moaned and enjoyed it, the farther his dick went down her throat, until she started to gag on it. She coughed and her eyes watered. Mascara started to run down her face. Ashley had never been abused like this before. Was it weird that she liked it?

“Here it comes,” he said as he closed his eyes.

Both of his hands were on the back of hear head, and he thrust hard into her mouth like he was fucking a pussy. Ashley opened her mouth as wide as possible and she felt the head of his dick go down her throat. She couldn’t stop gagging. She felt her face flush with color and drool ran down her chin.

“Oh fuck,” he said, and there was another knock on the door, “One second,” he yelled again.

“It’s coming you fucking bitch, I hope you’re ready…” then Brian grunted. His face turned red as he gave one last thrust. He pulled out just in time to shoot his load on Ashley’s face. The warm goo covered her from the forehead down to her lips.

“What the fuck,” Ashley said as she continued coughing.

“Sorry,” Brian said as he held onto the end of his dick. He handed her some toilet paper and buttoned his pants. Ashley wiped the cum from her face and her makeup smudged everywhere. By the end of it, she looked like a prostitute. She was one, technically.

He handed her a one hundred dollar bill and smiled. “I come here often,” he said, “anytime you need a little extra cash, just stop by.”

Ashley took the money as she leaned over the toilet and spit. “Thanks asshole,” she said, and covered her tits.

There was one more knock on the door followed by a muffled plea to hurry. “I’ll distract this guy and you sneak out behind me,” Brian said.

She splashed water on her face at the sink, and a line of freckles on her cheek was exposed. There was an argument outside the door and Ashley knew that was her cue. She opened the door enough to slip through and the man that waited outside was in Brian’s face screaming. He grabbed Brian by the collar and Brian raised his hands in defense.

That didn’t stop the man from punching Brian in the face.

Ashley smiled a little as she snuck by the two men. The few that remained in the bar were distracted by the fight, and Ashley was able to make a clean getaway, with the exception of an embarrassing wave to the pretty athlete with the toned ass, who laughed as she quickly walked to the door.

The weather turned cold and Ashley felt naked despite being in her dress once again. She turned to the strip club and was surprised to see Kate sitting on the sidewalk, smoking a cigarette.

“I thought you would have left by now,” she said as she sat next to her.

“I couldn’t get a hold of you. I wanted to make sure you were safe,” Kate said, and handed the cigarette to Ashley who took a drag from it.

“So you’re smoking again huh?”

“First one in twenty years, but after tonight, I really felt like one. What happened to you? You look like hell.”

“It was an interesting night. I drank way too much and then lost the keys to the car, but don’t worry, the cab is on me,” Ashley said, and held up the one hundred dollar bill, “I don’t think we’ll be able to set up a threesome tonight.”

“That’s okay, I had a good time.”

On the cab ride home, the two of them kissed gently in the back seat, still in a euphoric and drunken stupor. The cab driver ran a red light as he watched them in the rear view mirror, but they made it home safely and spent the rest of the night fondling each other on Kate’s bed until they fell asleep.

The weekend ended quietly. Ashley woke up early Sunday morning and left without saying goodbye like a one-night-stand. The only difference was a simple note that Kate later found on the coffee table that stated: Took a cab home. Had a great time, I’ll call you later in the week sweetie — Ashley. Then was followed by a smiley face to show sincerity. Kate spent most of the day lounging around in a robe and recounting her time at Pink and about Number Six and occasionally playing with herself.

That’s what made Monday so hard. She forgot about being forty and about her boring job as an accountant, until she was trapped behind her desk, crunching numbers and staring at a computer screen all day.

“Real life,” she muttered and sighed as she flipped the page to the quarterly profits report, a simple action that she performed on a daily basis and one she would end up regretting.

She only had one hour left in the day. She just had to finish confirming the report and she could leave. Maybe she would call Ashley and they would stay in and have dinner together and see if maybe they couldn’t recreate the magic from the weekend, but her keen eye spotted a mistake in the report before the page could finish falling into place. The numbers didn’t match the graph on the top of the page, and after a little investigating, she discovered a mathematical error, which meant the accounting department would have to start over again, from the very beginning.