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  • Bar

    Chapter by EzraWritesThings · 23 May 2024
  • The night at the bar.
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  • Tuesday nights are typically meant to be spent at home. Usually couples are snuggled up in bed, watching television or mindlessly scrolling through TikTok dances and misinformation. But, not these two. For this couple in particular, this is their Friday night.

    Not having regular weekends off has never been a big deal. But for Taylor McGinnity, it does tend to make the bar pickings a little slim. While he’s at the bar, killing back shots of Jack Daniels, his lovely girlfriend Mimi Choi is indeed at home. In her pajamas, watching Shameless, and eating Cheetos.

    Bars have never been her scene. And it’s much better if he does this on his own. That’s how their makeshift midweek weekend tends to go. Neither of them mind. Especially not Taylor.

    It had took him some time to adapt to it. To the dynamic of Mimi enjoying him fucking other women. The first few times, it had felt like an affair. It’s never been in his heart to be unfaithful, no, he genuinely loves Mimi. While he was adapting, she was enjoying it a lot more than he had been. Thankfully, that’s changed now. The adaptation period has worn off.

    Some may say Taylor’s haircut belongs more in the seventies than it does in this decade. Long, choppy, bangs, all black, teased with hairspray. If you look at him in the right light, he looks akin to a pre-heroin Keith Richards. That’s what he’s always been told, anyway. Sporting a leather jacket and a pair of blue jeans, he’s been looking around the bar as discretely as possible.

    He carries with him the mystique of an era already gone. Which Taylor has found to be something that works in his favor. Women love musicians. Especially musicians in bars. Typically, he wouldn’t drink this much. But the scent of alcohol mixed with his cologne and the light aroma of his shampoo is almost pheromonal. If he wants tonight to be successful, he has to agree on all the help he can get.

    The music is flowing from a jukebox, something new and on the borderline of pop-punk. Not his thing, but he isn’t paying too much attention.

    Not to the music, anyway.

    A lot of this is a social nightmare. But he manages it somehow, having adapted, and knowing who and what he is doing this for. He likes to make Mimi happy. He likes to make her feel good. Plus, what man isn’t content he gets to fuck whoever he wants?

    So long as Taylor remembers to record it. He won’t make the mistake of forgetting to set his phone to record ever again. Giving a light chuckle at the memory, the tall looker kills back the last of his Jack Daniels and places the shot glass upside down on the bar top. No more liquid courage for him, he’s got himself under control.

    There’s a woman sitting at the end of the bar. The wavy shirt makes way to some long, freshly shaven legs. A delicate tan rests upon her skin. Wearing a tube top, her breasts are snugly held up by some sort of miracle. Billowing hair full of volume and the scent of cherry shampoo rests over her shoulders, a lovely shade of dirty blonde. She’s gorgeous, with French tipped nails and a pair of heels any man would love, pray, hope to be stepped on with. A gorgeous woman with an aura of class, despite her overtly lewd outfit. Tossing back whiskey shots with her friends like it’s nobody’s business.

    Fucking delicious, a woman after his own heart.

    After dropping a few bills onto the counter for his shots, Taylor stands up from his stool. Standing at his full height, adjusting his leather jacket a bit, he starts his stride. There’s no one already he’s already had. Taylor’s grateful for that as he looks around the bar during his walk. This should be an easy one, plus, she’s blonde.

    He and Mimi love some blonde action.

    The woman eyes him as he approaches, giving a pearly white smile. He’s tall, he’s hot, and she digs the leather jacket. Taylor returns her smile, licking his lips before sitting down. “Mind if I trade you a drink for your name?”

    One hand goes to her thigh, his calloused musician hand on her soft skin. A true contrast. But he’s bold. Being bold and outgoing has gotten him this far.

    If he were any other man in this damn bar, she would have slapped the piss out of him. Maybe even yanked out her pepper spray. But instead, she offers her name. “Tanya, and… yes, sure. Jameson?”

    “One Jameson, for the lovely Tanya,” Taylor rubs at her thigh even more, letting his callouses lightly massage her skin. The bartender gives a nod, pouring the lovely blonde bombshell another shot of Jameson. He isn’t going to openly judge her about her tastes in alcohol.

    But he’ll totally gossip about it with Mimi later on tonight.

    Tanya tosses back the shot without so much as a groan. Truly a good match for him tonight. This bar is a goldmine. He keeps rubbing her thigh, pressing his luck, moving his hand higher and higher, under her skirt. When he finds she isn’t wearing any panties, his heart skips quite the fucking beat.

    “Someone’s eager,” Tanya remarks as she leans a bit closer to Taylor.

    “You’re the one not wearing any undies, Blondie.” Taylor knows what he came here for. And now he knows exactly what Tanya the Jameson lover is here for. The same thing.

    They both wanna fuck like rabbits.

    And, well, Taylor wants to record it. But she doesn’t exactly have to know that.

    Tanya giggles, her breath smells of booze and cigarettes. And he fucking loves it, the way their tastes and scents will linger together makes him want to tremble and shiver at the mere thought. She’s a fucking beauty. Making his cock press up against his boxers, his jeans, quite a bit hard. It’s a discomfort every man knows about all too well.

    Taylor leans over now, his hand finally leaving her thigh to slowly trail the very tips of his digits against her flesh as he moves her hair out of the way. Leaning in deeper, his breath hits the lovely blonde’s ear. A rather sudden outbreak of goosebumps appear on her skin.

    But he’s still going lower, lower, down to her neck. The tender, supple flesh is purely irresistible to his natural pout, his lips gently pressing against her pulse point. A purr leaves his lips as his other hand moves to the other side of her face, an almost caring hold to have her in.

    Taylor doesn’t actually care. He just wants to fuck her guts out and record it. Clearly a man of simple pleasures.

    Carefully, his face pulls up, lips back against her ear. Every word placing a soft kiss to her lobe. “Would you like to get out of here with me?”

    Tanya’s breathing becomes apparent to her, having to focus on every inhale and exhale to keep herself from moaning too much. Or too loudly. Because this shit is driving her absolutely fucking wild.

    “I’ll call us an Uber,” she finally manages to respond. Good thing she offered the Uber, he’s left his phone at the motel room. Ready to record.

    It’s a whirlwind of clothes coming off when they finally make it to the motel room. Taylor only had a moment to set his phone to record. It rests on a mini tripod behind the curtain, on top of the air conditioner. Which he was smart enough to turn off. Nothing ruins a video like a loud HVAC system. Only the camera is exposed, yet not obvious.

    Taylor’s jacket is on the floor now, with his jeans, with her skirt, and now with her tube top. Her breasts are immaculate, he pushes her onto the bed and crawls right on top of her. One hand goes to each breast, gently squeezing while easing his head down.

    Tanya lets out a loud squeal as Taylor wraps his lips around her right nipple. His tongue swirls around the swollen nub, his mouth creating a gentle suction. As he laps and suckles upon one breast, his hand teases the other. Squeezing, kneading, pinching at her nipple contently.

    She tastes so fucking good, and knowing it’s all being record, it feels amazing. He can’t wait to watch it with Mimi.

    Tanya writhes underneath of Taylor, her red lips parting as she moans and squirms. “Fuck yeah, baby,” she cooes at him as her hand raises, tangling in the messy black hair. Pulling the hairspray abused strands apart. Taylor switches it up, moving to her other breast and suckling, lapping. Squeezing and kneading on the other.

    She can feel his cock as it pokes out from the opening of his boxers. The head leaking precum heavily down her thigh. Fuck, he wants her so bad. Tanya’s never been one for an excess amount of foreplay, but damn does this random bar guy do it so fucking well.

    Taylor pulls back, moving himself off of her breasts. Easing himself up on his hands, he stares down at her for a moment. Such a good little whore for the evening. He’s having the time of his life.

    Finally, he sits up on his knees. His body is sculpted very well, he’s thin, but his stone is wonderfully toned. A trail of hair down his chest, covering his thighs. Taylor hooks his thumbs into his boxers, moving them down his legs and shaking them onto the floor. Tanya gasps as his cock comes into view.

    “Wow…” she muses, seeing the insane amount of precum. Taylor grabs his cock, giving it a few good pumps before leaning back over the mystified woman. He likes that look on her face.

    Keeping his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, he eases himself down onto his opposite elbow. Her pussy is trimmed up wonderfully, as he presses his head to her entrance he can feel how fucking soaked she is.

    Had Tanya been soaked since the bar? His ego would certainly like to think so. Therefore, he holds onto that thought. He got this bitch sopping and dripping long before they ever even reached the motel room.

    Without warning, unable to wait any longer, Taylor pushes his cock right into her pussy. Tanya squeals, her hands clapping down on his forearms as his cock penetrates her pussy. She can feel it throb, she can feel it opening her up and she fucking loves it.

    “Fuck! Oh fuck that feels so fucking good!”

    “Fuck, you’re fuckin’ tight, babe!” Taylor pushes more inside of her, before pulling his hips back and slamming right back into her. Why should he show her mercy? He doesn’t give a shit about her. This is for Mimi, after all.

    Tanya continues to moan, Taylor picking up a good pace, slamming his cock in and out of her, their combined fluids leak down the crack of her ass, staining the bed forever with the scent and taste of their little tryst. The scent of sex is starting to linger in the air.

    Grabbing Tanya’s wrists, he pins her down to the bed. Sweat is starting to bead on his forehead as he watches her. Looking at the hypnotic way her tits bounce with each thrust. The way her lips move when she moans. The way the veins on her neck bulge. She looks like a fucking goddess right now, a goddess just for him and Mimi to use.

    “Gonna cum! Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

    “Yeah? You gonna cum on that cock? Go ahead, baby, come on, cum for me, niiiice and haaard,” he drags out the words with a little bit of an upscale drawl, ending the sentence with a deep growl. Biting his lip and staring at her.

    Taylor keeps doing exactly what he’s doing, fucking her hard, fast, making those hypnotic tits jiggle and bounce. Tanya begins to writhe hard underneath of him, her body squirming as her moans and sounds of delight get higher and louder.

    “Oooh, there it is, there it is, come on, baby girl,” Taylor keeps speaking, watching as her eyes go wide before rolling back into her head. Those already tense pussy walls clench up around his cock, each thrust requiring a bit more of a shove to get inside. With her insides seizing up around his cock, he has to fight his own orgasm.

    A hand moves into her hair as he leans down, pressing a kiss to her forehead as Tanya whimpers through her orgasm. “I know, I know, yeah, I know,” each word breathy and almost airy against her forehead. He loves making a bitch cum. More so he likes working them through it, and working them back down.

    Once Tanya’s pussy stops convulsing around his cock, Taylor yanks it out. A nice rush of squirt pops out behind of him, making him growl a little bit. “Makin’ a fuckin’ mess, huh?” This chick is a fucking babe. He might have to seek her out again sometime.

    He grabs her and starts to help her onto all fours, but horizontal on the bed. That way she’s facing where the camera is pointing. An underrated view, according to his Mimi.

    “Come on, baby, gimme that dick,” she pleads as Taylor mounts behind her. He gives a nice, firm slap to her right ass cheek, making her squeal in surprise.

    Without much warning, Taylor grabs her hips and instantly shoves his cock right back into her hole. Tanya starts moaning again as he starts to fuck her. The way his hips bounce against her ass creating ripples on her skin.

    It’s a miracle she doesn’t see the camera, but that’s partially because her eyes keep rolling back into her skull. His cock feels like fucking heaven inside of her, making her entire body shake and tremble. And now with his balls hitting against her clit, she feels like the entire world is going to collapse on top of her. And she fucking welcomes it. Toes curling, legs curling until her calves touch her thighs.

    Growling, grunting, panting and sweating. The show Taylor is putting on for the camera is absolutely insane. Yanking Tanya back on his cock at the same time he pushes his hips forward. Fast, hard, deep, powerful thrusts spearing his prick inside of her.

    Tanya grabs onto the edge of the mattress, holding her body up as best as she can against the punk rock as fuck lover’s powerful fucking.

    He feels so fucking unstoppable. The way her pussy tenses and clenches on his cock every time he pushes in, as if those walls are trying to push him back out. But nothing is going to make him get out of that pussy just yet.

    One hand goes to her hair, snaking his fingers into those gorgeous blonde waves until he reaches her scalp. Then, he clenches his fingers up, pulling at her hair and forcing her back to arch even more. That delicious, rippling ass perking up more as her back goes down.

    “Oh fuck! That’s a fucking amazing angle!” Tanya cries out, feeling her eyes go wide again. She’s gonna cum, and she wants it so fucking bad. Taylor can tell, too, and he wants her to fucking mess up the bed sheets even more. Fuck, his only thought is to make her cum like a fountain! Such a hot fucking slut, all he wants is to make her lose her mind again. And it has a bit to do with the fact he’s close, too. He can feel his nut building up, his balls tensing. He’s close to being done.

    But Tanya gets one more. Otherwise, he failed.

    “That’s it, you can do it, cum for me, baby girl. Come on. Give it to me, cum for me,” he clenches on her hair even more, grunting loudly.

    Tanya’s eyes roll back into her head again, her body trembling now, knuckles white as she clenches them around the edge of the bed. Everything collapses around her again, and her cunt seizes up and convulses right around Taylor’s cock. As if her body is naturally trying to milk the cum from him, siphon it from his balls.

    Finally, as she clenches and gets even more soaked, Taylor can’t hold on anymore. He rag dolls her rigid body, yanking her back over and over again as he pounds four harsh thrusts clap like thunder against her body.

    He grunts like a fucking beast as he loses himself. His balls shoot, rope after rope, filling up her pussy, mixing with her own juices and dripping out of her hole as he holds himself inside of her.

    The minutes pass, and Taylor finally lets her go. Falling back onto the bed. Luck is on his side even more tonight. Tanya gets up and goes to the bathroom. Once he hears the door lock, he stands up and immediately redresses. He’s quick about grabbing his phone and, after blowing a kiss to end the recording, he makes his way out of the room. Leaving behind nothing but his cum in a confused woman.
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