I turned around and Sean embraced me in another hot, passionate kiss. He was hugging me hard as we kissed, his wet, soft cock was pressed against my belly right at the waistband of my skirt. We kissed for a couple of minutes and all the while, I could feel the wetness of our juices still seeping down the insides of my legs.
When we finally broke off the kiss, he started kissing my neck and my ears and he whispered into my ear, “That was great. But I would love to have you in a bed sometime and make love to you for hours.”
I was drunk, but not that drunk! I wanted him to know that we just had some great sex, but that was as far as that went.
I pushed him back, patted him on the shoulders, looked him in the eyes and said, “I ‘make love’ to my husband. Everyone else, I’m just fucking.”
Then I turned away from him and stepped to the sink to get some paper towels and clean up a bit. O’Brien stood there for a couple of seconds, as if he was trying to grasp what I had just said, then he bent down and pulled his pants up and buckled his belt.
After wiping my crotch as clean as I could, pulling my stockings up and straightening them out, fastening the two buttons on my blouse, and smoothing my skirt back down, I looked at him and said, “You ready to go?”
He stepped over to me and gave me a last kiss, less passionate and more of friendly peck this time, then smiled and said, “Yeah, I guess so.”
I opened the door and stepped out.
Emily snapped her head around to look at us and said, “You’re five minutes over your time limit!”
“Fuck you,” I said as I laughed at her bossy attitude!
O’Brien bought me another round of margaritas and tequila shots, then with a friendly, “Tell Joe I said hello,” he walked off back towards the tables where his buddy was waiting, but where I noticed there weren’t as many men as there had been before.
Emily told me a bunch of them had left while I was in the bathroom with O’Brien. She said as Lurch was leaving, he was twirling my red thong on his forefinger, over his head, and when he got outside, he slipped over the mirror on the left side of his bike. She said she could see it flying like a flag off his mirror as he left the parking lot.
I swigged down a couple more shots, and I think, one more margarita, when another fellow came up and paid his $50. I was pretty worn out by now. The sex I had with O’Brien was great and he made me have a couple of very nice orgasms, I almost shut this thing down and said, “No.”
But I thought to myself, “Oh what the Hell is one more?” So I said, “OK, come on.”
We went in the bathroom and he wanted a blow job. So I sucked him off, which didn’t take long and he blew his load in the back of my throat. We were in and out in 10 minutes. When I came out, almost everyone was gone except eight guys sitting along the front of the bar, Emily still sitting on her stool, and Howard was behind the bar. The TV was off, and everyone else was gone.
Howard came walking around the bar and said to me, “I closed up,” as he waved at the guy I had just sucked off in the bathroom, to motion him towards the door, so he could let that guy out, “but these guys have all already given their money to Emily. If you want, we can give them their money back and I’ll send them packing too.”