Moving On.

“So shall we move this party to somewhere a bit more private?”

“What?!”

Oh shit you didn’t think that.

“You have a bet to win no?”

“What?!”

That one was on purpose.

“Your friend told me he needed a kiss to win a bet. At first I thought it was a bad pick-up line. But after seeing your little moment, I’m inclined to believe him.”

Damn, James really that was your best move. Just tell the woman the truth.

Psst when the fuck would that ever wor….never mind boys that’s actually a solid strategy.

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Author’s note: This only works when asking the aforementioned lady out on a date. Under no circumstances should you tell any lady you want to fuck her brains out…outside of the safety of the bedroom or a steamy backseat of a car if you’re into that.

Never on the beach though. I don’t like sand. It’s coarse and rough and irritating…and it gets everywhere.

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“Hello?”

“Huh, what?”

“I asked if you would really like to win that bet.”

Well…duh.

“Yes.”

“Perfect follow me.”

Following the woman because mama didn’t raise no fool she guided you through the writhing amoeba, and very obnoxiously past the bar to the ladies restroom.

Which either by the blessing of Cthulhu or Santa haven’t worked which yet was completely empty.

The moment the door closed behind you,

It was on.

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Throwing her voluptuous figure at you balance was quickly lost as you both collided into a sink. The bone-white porcelain stabbing you in the back as you hungrily mauled her face.

Her lips tasted like whiskey and strawberries.

Entangling your left hand in her red locks, the right wandered to her butt groping it zealously.

Receptive to the advances.

She engulfed you in her bosom.

Squishing each basketball-sized mound of pillowy flesh against you.

It felt like you had two full-size family sedans resting atop your chest.

Suffocating but pleasant.

Sick of the sink.

You dragged her into a stall.

Prying herself free of your embrace.

She slipped a finger beneath the waistband of her red lace undies and slithered out of them.

Then rammed the wet lace down your throat.

The slightly acidic bite of her juices tingled on your tongue as she clawed away at your belt.

Freeing your cock she let out a gasp.

“This is the first dick that makes even my tits look small.”

Willing to put that theory to the test.

You pushed your throbbing erection towards her breasts.

She snickered.

“I’m sure you’d love that. But I’d prefer it in the butt.”

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Oh no anal.

What a shitty option.

J/K let’s wreck that booty.

Wasting no time you spun her round forcing her ass out towards your stiff dick.

Guiding your cock between her plump cheeks, you spat a thick glob of saliva onto the tip.

When a voice echoed in your head.

“She likes it rough.”

Too horny to care, you ignored the voice.

Feeling your tip at the entrance of her puckered pink ring your lover growled

“Put it in! I want to feel you in my fucking guts!”

Forcing yourself balls deep in a single go.

She let out a cum-inducing moan.

And again the voice echoed.

“Good boy! Now fuck her harder.”

This time its siren call rang out as a demand.

Compelled, you followed its command.

Pinning her face and wrist to the door you held nothing back.

Thrusting, her tight anus yielded to your girth but not without pain.

Your lover’s legs quivered barely able to support herself.

Her heated moans only fueled you to go harder.

Legs quickly failing you soon became the only thing holding her up.

However she was just as undeterred her hand furiously rubbing her soaking pussy while you demolished her asshole.

The stall walls rattled threatening to collapse with every violent thrust.

But the combined moans of your lover and the siren voice kept you on point.

Eventually everything but their moans fell from your head. All you could feel was her tight tunnel coiled around your throbbing cock.

However this sensation was short-lived lasting only moments before you violently erupted deep inside the woman.

Sweating and panting she nearly blacked out feeling the torrent of warm, gooey spunk flood her innards.

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Cradling her, you both fell back onto the cold, black toilet seat. Your cock still buried inside her.

Both panting like dogs, neither of you said a word while you pulled out.

A hefty glob of spunk splattering on the seat.

Composing yourself on the porcelain throne. You extracted her panties from your mouth.

At this point they were coated with more of your saliva than her juices.

“That was…”

She finished your sentence

“Intense.”

With the lust from drained from your brain. You had a realization.

“I don’t even know your name.”

She stood up, still wobbly but clearly determined.

“Renee”

“Joseph”

“I know”

She blurted out still racked by the fucking.

James that bastard. You silently thought holding Renee by the hand.

“I hate to fuck and run. But I have to go.”

You offered her back the panties.

“Keep them, you need proof for your bet after all.”

“Thanks.”

“I do have to know though, what’s the prize?”

“Aside from you, a day off work for a couple of my friends and my sister.”

She kissed your cheek.

“Sweet to a stranger and your friends, I’m glad I’ll be seeing you again real soon.”

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Before you could ask, Renee walked out.

Sighing, you accepted the continual cryptic puzzles that plagued you lately and walked to the sink.

After splashing some water on your face. You turned to see a woman staring at you.

Shit! Women’s restroom.

“Uh…I identify as female!” You stammered rushing out into the bar.