You end up with some of your friends at The Black Pot, a long-standing bar supposedly standing on the site of an old Wiccan ritual site. Pickings are slim, but the beer is cheap and good. After a few hours trading stories and catching up with some of your friends, they wander off to their wives or girlfriends. Or in one case: a boyfriend. You're left alone, very buzzed.
You spot a cute redhead at the bar and make a play on her. You haven't even changed out of your fatigues and your dogtags hang out in the open. They draw her attention, and she asks about your service. You give her a heavily-embellished story about your team making a supply delivery in Afghanistan and taking fire. In your version, only you and two others made it out alive, but got the supplies to the allied base on-time and in pristine condition. In reality, the few shots were just potshots from an overzealous local on patrol.
But it works. A few minutes later, she takes you by the hand to an alcove out of sight from most of the room and unzips your pants. She licks your cock slowly, as if taking in the flavors of the world you've seen. She gives an enigmatic grin, then takes your whole length down her throat. You receive what is easily the best blowjob you've ever had, and reward her with a massive explosion of jizz in her mouth.
Breathing heavily, you offer to buy her a drink and talk about seeing what sheets the two of you might end up between. She holds up her left hand; you notice her wedding ring for the first time. "My husband doesn't mind me sucking off military guys, but my pussy is for his cock only. Too bad, though; yours is bigger." At least you feel a little better as you watch her tight ass go back to the bar. A few minutes later, a handsome guy joins her with a long kiss. You wonder if he can taste your cum on her tongue.
Going back to your seat, you see a slim brunette at the bar. Her top cuts off bare inches below her breasts, and the straps of a thong peek over her hips above the waistline of a short skirt. You can't see her face from here, but you're already intrigued as you see the bartender leave a bottle of tequila for her.
Maybe you'll get some, yet.... |