He said, “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”
Between the gasps and moans of pleasure that Casper’s cock was bringing to my cunt, I kind of moaned, “That’s OK. They weren’t…ooooh…sewn on there…mmmmm…very well…anywaaaay, oh!”
He reached over and set the buttons on the vanity. I reached up, unbuttoned the bottom two buttons, and unhooked my bra in the front letting my tits hang free. Casper immediately reached under me with both hands and started squeezing, kneading my tits, and rolling and pinching my nipples between his thumbs and fingers. The whole time, still steadily, slowly fucking me. You know that was driving me crazy! I started to orgasm. I felt my cunt gush with that warm slick feeling.
I loudly gasped and moaned as I tried to say, “Oh my GOD that feels soooo gooood! You’re gonna make me cuuuuumm!”
I guess that was all Casper could stand, because he drove hard into me and held it there as he dumped his load of cum deep inside me. We both stood there for a few seconds, as we both relaxed from our orgasms, and then he backed off and pulled his cock out of my cum filled cunt. As he did, I felt some of it ooze out and drip on the floor. I stood up and I felt more of it run down the inside of my legs onto my stockings. By the time I stood up and turned around, Casper had already stuffed his cock back in his pants and fastened his pants and belt back up.
As I grabbed some paper towels and started wiping my pussy off, he told me, “That was great Brandie! Thanks.”
I laughed and said, “Yeah it was good for me too and no thanks required, you PAID for it,” I emphasized the word “paid”!
We both laughed.
Then I realized that Emily hadn’t knocked on the door yet and she had done so the last time when we had three minutes left. I thought was it possible that we had only been in here for less than 12 minutes? While I was thinking that and talking to Casper, I had refastened my bra and the bottom two buttons of my blouse. As I was buttoning the remaining buttons of the blouse, Casper again apologized and said he didn’t mean to “tear up” my blouse. I told him again, that the buttons hadn’t been sewn on very well and that he hadn’t torn the blouse up, the buttons could be sewn back on.
I picked the lost buttons up and as we opened the door, Emily turned around on her bar stool and said, “You still have 4 minutes left.”
Casper and I laughed, he again thanked me and started to walk back towards his buddies who were watching the game.
Howard caught him and yelled, “Hey! Hey! How about buying the ladies a drink here?”
Casper fished some money out, handed it to Howard and he served up a fresh shot of tequila and a margarita. My blouse was now only held closed by the bottom two buttons and so it was pretty much opened to my waist. Emily asked me what happened to it, I showed her the buttons that had come off as I put them into my handbag. I had just about enough time to chug down the fresh margarita and two more shots of tequila when two guys I didn’t know, came up to me and they both had $50 in their hands. They asked me if I would do them both together.