She Loved Milking My Cock and Making Me Thirst after Her Pussy

She made me feel more than I had in years

Heavy wooden door banged shut behind me, eyes adjusting to the dim interior. Smile on my face, I waved at Phil, bartender and beer-slinging psychologist, sitting at a table in the corner.

“Whatcha doing sitting over here, Phil?” I swallowed the desire lodged in my throat and looked around as I dropped into the chair across from him, rubbing my thigh. “Shell not in today?”

“Oh, she’s around here somewhere. Stout or lager today, Don?” Phil ambled behind the bar and poured me the stout I requested. Thick and comforting, it engulfed me in memories. Good ones. From before my accident.

I stared out the window, thinking about Shelley and Phil. They were a great couple. Fun. Loving. Adventurous. And very sexual.

Highlight of my afternoons was standing at the bar chatting with Phil while Shelley sucked his soul out of his cock. Her prowess apparent in Phil’s difficulty in keeping up his end of the conversation.

Like yesterday when I was asking him all these building questions, since he was renovating their home. Then his eyes rolled back into his head and he white-knuckled the bar. I felt that in my soul. Was jealous as fuck, too.

Been too damn long since I’d felt pleasure like that.

Shelley was a goddess. Taller than most women, with long auburn hair, dark emerald eyes and curves that made my fingers itch to roam all over her. The way her large tits sat above her soft belly and those hips. Fuck, I ached to grab them and hold on for the ride.

That’s not happened in years, has it, little man? I sighed, knowing my days of having a woman pay any kind of attention to me were long gone.

Fingers curled around my pint glass, thumb rubbing at the rivulets of condensation, I took a drink to settle my thoughts. Shelley was a woman I would’ve gone after in my prime. Would’ve given Phil a run for his money, that’s for damn sure.

Wonder if Shell and Phil would be up for sharing? A harsh laugh erupted from me at the thought. I shook my head, knowing they were so damn in love they’d never look at another.

“How you doing today, Don?” Shelley threw her arms around my shoulders and kissed my cheek. “Mind if I join you?”

She settled herself on the chair next to mine, knees touching, and sipped a glass of wine. Several quiet, yet comfortable, moments passed between us. Then, lip between her teeth, she shot me a mischievous grin and dropped to her knees before me.

Hands on my thighs, she pushed herself up as Phil placed a cushion beneath her knees. Pushing my legs open, Shelley looked up at me and licked her lips.

“What are you doing, Shell?” I could feel Phil’s eyes on us as he tidied the bar. He chuckled, murmuring words of encouragement to his girl.

“I want you to show me what my mouth is really for, Don.” Her fingers slid my belt open and the zipper down on my slacks. Bright blue-tipped nails stroked my semi-hard cock through my grey cotton briefs as she threw my words from the day before at me.

Emotion welled up, locked in my throat. This sweet girl, Phil’s gorgeous goddess, was offering to lay her lips on my dick.

“Oh, sweet girl. You don’t know how just the thought of this old thing between those beautiful lips makes my year.” The man in my soul who wanted to love this girl broke my heart. “But you don’t have to.”

Shelley cradled my semi-hard dick in her hands, as if ready to drink from its well. I moved to cover myself, self-conscious of the scars all over my groin and penis. She batted my hands away and pressed a kiss to the head of my cock.

“You have such a nice cock, Don.” She kissed her way down my length, pulling my pants and briefs over my raised hips. My cock stirred to life.

Not wanting to come between them, my eyes found Phil, who nodded to me. Cock of one eyebrow asked his blessing. Brilliant grin gave it.

He placed a glass of ice water with lemon on the table and dropped one hand to his girl’s head, smoothing back her hair as she pulled my balls into her mouth. He leaned down, kissed the top of her head, and threw me a wink before taking up his spot behind the bar again.

I must be in the Twilight Zone.

Soft fingers stroked my shaft. Hot, wet mouth sucked and nibbled at my balls. My chin dropped to my chest, hands fell on her head. Fingers feathered into her hair. Hips tilted, I luxuriated in sensations I now only experienced in memories.

Her pink tongue traced the vein on the underside of my cock, from root to tip, before running around the rim of my mushroom cap. My eyes fluttered closed as her lips closed around the head. Her tongue swiped across the slit, licking up what little pre-cum there was. Shelley’s little ass wiggled as she let loose a happy little hum at the taste of me.

Fingers still tangled in her hair, I massaged her scalp as she worked my dick over. She sucked and licked me until I was as hard as an eighteen-year-old. Hips pulsed upwards, pushing my cock into her mouth.

Shelley pulled me from her lips with a pop. Hand still stroking me, she drew one finger over the scars covering my groin, belly and thighs. Not a drop of pity in her bright eyes, she looked up.

“Whatever it was, I’m glad you made your way to the other side, Don.” Her sweet words, gentle touch and compassionate gaze signalled the first time a woman looked at me without pity.

There was plenty of desire there. An emotion I’d not seen directed at me in two decades.

“IED. Afghanistan. 2002.” Memories of that long ago day flooded my mind.

Took a deep breath and told her, “Lost two buddies in that blast. And most sensation there.” I nodded towards my cock. “Until today.”

No preamble. Not another word. Just a twinkle in her eye and a lick of her lips before she sucked me into her mouth once more. She took me, inch by inch, until I nudged the back of her throat and my balls hit her chin.

Mewls of delight punctuated every waggle of her head as she savoured the feel of me on her tongue. Her head bobbed in my lap. Hands roving over my stomach, hips and thighs left a burning trail of desire in their wake.

My hands in her hair, I directed her where I need her. And she goes without question. Sucking, licking and tasting every inch of my dick. Shelley took one last dive onto my cock and buries her nose in my pelvis as I twitch in her mouth. Trembles rumbled along my length.

Nails digging into my thighs. She swallowed my tip, and I threw my head back in a loud growl.

“Fuck, Shell. Fuck.” I let go, filling her mouth with my seed and grinning as it dripped down her chin.

She licked me clean and sat back. “Damn, Don. You’re a tasty one, aren’t you?”

Eyes closed, I nodded, overwhelmed by a sudden craving for a sweet treat. Her sweet treat.

“Got anything for my sweet tooth, Shell?” I lifted her and sat her on the table in front of me. “I’m needing some of your sweetness, love.”

Hands ran up her thighs. Fingers grabbed the waistband of her thong and pulled. It snapped. Her thighs opened, and I brushed my thumbs over the seam of her wet, swollen lips.

“This okay, Shell?” She nodded, and I groaned. “Phil?”

“Fuck, yes, Don. She’s delicious. Enjoy.” His words had my tongue licking her, ass to clit, before diving in for a taste.

I pulled back, her arousal coating my face. She grabbed my cheeks and crashed our lips together, purring as she sucked her honey from my tongue.

“Now you know what my mouth is good for, too.” I nipped her bottom lip and thrust two fingers into her pussy as I pinched her clit between my teeth.

She cried out, squirting into my mouth, as the door opened and Phil guided a couple to a table in the opposite corner. Boneless, satiated, I pulled her into my lap and turned my back to them, cuddling her close.

“Thank you, sweet girl.” My whispered words lost in her cloud of hair. She squeezed me close and snuggled into me.

Definitely my favourite bar.

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