Well, fuck him!

Perhaps he just wants to be left alone, but you don't see why he had to phrase it like that. A white rage fills your body and you want to believe that the paper you wrote on is true. You want to put your foot down the man's throat, but you're afraid that might not be considered sexual; Maybe in your own standards it would.

"You gonna get lost, or what?" the man berates, turning his full attention to you. That does it!

You intimidatingly approach the man, who winds up a counter of his own, standing up to subdue your advance. You push the man to his seat and get down on top of him. The man struggles against your ****, but his limbs are rather noodle-y from all the ****, he eventually relaxes after being pinned in the booth for a minute.

"You better get the fuck off of me or I'll-"

"Fuck me up?" you say, interrupting the man, "Yeah, well, I've got a better idea for the both of us."

You get up from the man, releasing him. He fumbles in his seat like a turtle, rocking off his back to face you before getting pissy again.

"The fuck you gonna do, boy?" he yells, straightening his shirt out from the ****.

"What you're gonna do..." you correct the man, "...take off your pants."

The recluse furrows a brow at your remark, and quickly turns irate. He hurls indiscriminate insults at you as his hand slowly trails over the waist of his jeans, his insults subsiding when he begins to take notice.

"The fuck am I doin', boy?" he queries.

You grin as the man begins to work his hands around his pants, shaking them off as they drop to the floor, seamlessly sliding around his shoes. He then kicks them to the side and quickly realizes he is sitting pantless in front of a stranger; with awfully tight briefs.

"The fuuuck am I doin'..."

"Stroke yourself off," you say, attentively watching the scene unfold.

At your request, the man snakes his hand under his briefs, working his shaft against the fabric of them. His eyes dart between you and his cock, becoming more and more confused by the second. His hand slowly pulls his cock out from the confines of his underwear, giving you a clear view. Pshewww...

"You sell your soul or some shit?" the man asks you with worry in his voice.

He sits on the edge of his seat, working his cock in full view of the entire establishment, though no one seems to care. The man is antsy, and red-faced, cringing at each stroke in hopes no one will make eye contact; other than you, that is. His face begins to contort into windows of pleasure as he gets near, and you quickly take notice.

"Stop," you interject. The man drops his cock like a hot knife, which then bounces into place. You quickly wiggle your pants down to your knees and turn away from the man, exposing your ass to his face. "Make me wet."

You can't see the man's expression, but in a second you feel a tongue slip into your hole. The man slurps like you would through a straw, and you hear mild groans intermittently as he does so. You lean back, pressing your ass into the man's face for a second, to which he works harder to lube you up.

"Back up," you say, sinking your ass down onto his lap, feeling his legs spread outward in preparation of your hole. A hand holds the side of your waist, guiding you down to his cock.

He enters you, and your eyes flicker at the sensation. You give a wide view to the bar around you, watching other patrons continue their day unaware to the ass-fucking you are receiving. The man's hands slowly explore around your waist, reaching up to take your cock into his hand.

The hands are hardly that of a ostentatious bigot, instead soft and dainty as they caress your package while working your shaft. "Ugh, you fuckin' prick," the man grunts, balls deep in your rectum. You begin to ride his dick, taking it's entirety every thrust. You feel every ounce of your body tense up as your body begins to fall on top of the man.

"Auuuuugh, fuuuuuck," the recluse shrieks, drowning your moans of ecstasy. You feel your groin being soaked by both you and the man's load and try to pull yourself off mid-orgasm, instead falling backwards into the booth with the man. You lay on your back, smothering the poor man beneath you before wriggling your way off the man's cock. You stand up and look down at the spent man, who is idly flicking his now semi-erect penis, hoping for more.