Getting a drink at the bar

John and the bartender walk back out of the back room, with great smiles aimed towards you. You smile back at them, and John sits next to you while the bartender goes behind the bar.

"Tits, you want a drink?" John asks, and you eagerly nod, not wanting to disappoint him. "Tim, can you get be a beer? As for you, Tits, what do you want?"

You haven't really come to your sense and realised the situation you're in, and you haven't stopped thinking about John's cock since he used you. You are feeling really horny, so you answer him, softly, with "Your cock, John". John looks at you, surprised, and responds.

"Alright, crawl down there and get to work, Tits." He then glances at the bartender. "You don't mind, do you Tim?" You don't see or care how the bartender responds because you are already on your knees, fishing out his cock. You get it out, only semi-hard, and quickly suck it to hardness. You start bobbing your head along his cock, your tongue dancing along his shaft. You raise your hand to its base, and start fondle and caress the tennis balls he has as testicles. Your other hand is at work between your legs, pumping four fingers in and out of your soaking snatch. You start to moan onto John's cock as you bring yourself to orgasm. You are in your own personal heaven, and manage to bring yourself to orgasm again, before you feel John's dick twitch in your mouth. You hear his hand hit the bar hard, and his beer gets knocked on its side and spills over you as John comes inside your mouth. You drink every bit, and are sad when you feel his cock start to soften. You pop it out of your mouth, and sit back on your stool. You imagine what a mess you must be and giggle. You are naked, covered in dry cum, have a little stream coming from your pussy, smell like beer, your nipples stick out like daggers, and you couldn't be happier.

"Amazing as always, Tits" John says to you, as he reaches over and fondles your bare breasts.