Shooters

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Shooters Chapter 1

I could feel my cock hardening. Again. Every fucking time I looked at her, thought about her, fucked my wife, wanked off. The clothes she wore left almost nothing to the imagination, and for the last six months, since the moment I first laid eyes on her I couldn’t cum without her image in my minds eye.

Tonight she wore a short white skirt, so short I could almost see the cheeks of her ass beneath it. Six-inch stiletto’s adorned her tiny feet, making her tanned legs impossibly long. I wanted her to wrap her muscular appendages around me and ride my fucking cock until I exploded. Her stomach was bare, showing off the piercing in her navel, the shirt she wore was little more than a bra, also white. She had waist length auburn hair. I could see the toned muscles in her abdomen rippling as she took the drinks off her tray and placed them on the table in front of her.

I watched as she made small talk with the men seated at the table. One of the guys wrapped a meaty hand around her knee from the back, stroking the flesh of her thigh intimately.

I saw red. I wanted to fucking kill him. I wanted to wrap my hands around his throat and strangle the fucker, watch his eyes go wide, as I squeezed.

She turned her wide smile to him. “You know I don’t like people touching me John. Move your hand before I do it for you.” She doesn’t take shit from anybody. I watched her slam her palm into the face of a guy who wouldn’t remove his hands from her. She broke his fucking nose.

“Sorry…you’re just…I want to take you home…” He murmured glancing up at her. I could clearly see from my seat two tables away that he was drunk. He looked to be about forty, him and three buddies were having a few drinks, waiting for the show to start.

“You definitely couldn’t handle me. But thanks.” She offered him another smile. “I’ll be back.” She moved on, further away doing her rounds.

As I watched her I listened to the conversation two tables away.

“I wish I could just grab her, bend her over the table and fuck her raw.” John ground out through clenched teeth. “Grab her by her fucking hair and make her scream my name.”

One of the other guys laughed. “Too bad it would take four guys holding her down for her to let you anywhere near her sweet pussy.” I liked him instantly; he knew my girl had taste. Fuck. Not my girl. I groaned inwardly when I saw her lean over another table, innocently wiping it down with a cloth and unknowingly giving me a clear view of her lace-covered snatch.

I wanted so badly to lean in behind her and sniff her beautiful twat, push the lace to the side and lick her slit until she begged, slide two fingers into her wetness. I could feel the zipper of my jeans digging in to my cock. It was getting quite painful. I was constantly hard when she was around.

I closed my eyes, rubbing a hand wearily over my face I sighed. “Hey Brad. Want another drink?” Fuck. She was standing right beside me. Her perfume sent another jolt to my cock. “Sure…” I murmured, as my eyes roamed her body. I licked my lips as she smiled and walked away, her perfect ass swinging from side to side.

I had to go and relieve some of the pressure. I stood and made my way to the men’s room. Entering the stall I locked it quickly behind myself. Popping the button I racked the zipper down and took myself into my hand.

I could feel the pre-cum already weeping from the tip, I glanced down at my jeans to ensure I didn’t spill any. I didn’t. I curled my fingers around my cock and began to stroke. I closed my eyes and imagined it was her hot wet mouth I was fucking.

Filling my mouth with saliva I opened my eyes and watched as I spit onto my cock. Oh fuck yeah. That’s better, hot and wet, just like I imagined her to be. My stroking increased in speed. I closed my eyes again and imagined her on her knees in front of me, my cock buried in her throat, hand buried in her auburn hair, pulling her up and down my length. I imagined it was her hand stroking me as she licked and sucked the bulbous head, as her emerald eyes bore into mine.

\"Fuck. Fuck yeah. Just like that Kat.\" I reached down and cupped my sac, testing its weight in my palm. I imagined pulling her up by her hair, turning her around, pushing that white skirt up over her hips, moving the scrap of lace to the side and thrusting home.

“Brad?” I heard her call my name and I fucking exploded against the wall with a cry of satisfaction. “Uhhhhhhhhh”

“Brad…are you in there?” Shit. She really was calling my name.

“Yeah…” I called out weakly, the force of my orgasm still rippling through my body.

“Oh. Good. I thought you’d left.” She giggled, a breathy light sound. “I’ll leave your drink at your table.”

Fuck. I can’t believe she came in here. While I was…Fuck. I tucked myself back into my jeans and did them up. Taking a deep breath I opened the stall and let myself out. I left my spendings drying on the wall, completely forgotten.

Glancing at myself in the mirror I sighed. I knew she knew what I was doing. My face was flushed, my cropped black hair in more disarray then usual. I washed my hands, and splashed some cool water on my face. Taking my time I grabbed a few paper towels and patted myself dry.

Calmly I left the bathroom and returned to my seat, where as promised my drink was waiting. There were already two dancers up on stage half naked, but they didn\'t interest me in the slightest.

My eyes sought her out and I watched her as she approached, like a predator stalking her prey, and was instantly hard again. I dug out my wallet. “Don’t worry about the drink. It’s on me.” She smiled shyly. “I…I’m off now…mind if I sit with you?”

Mind? Would I mind if the goddess of my dreams sat at the table with me? I delighted her with a grin. “Not at all. Have a seat…” I motioned to the chair across from me. She sat right next to me and scooted her chair a little closer, her scent was cloying, clinging to me, fuck I wanted her.

When her thigh brushed against mine I whimpered. Granted not a manly thing to do but fuck! I was hard as nails again the moment I spotted her walking my way, my wank not satisfying me for long.

“I…uh…I heard you in the bathroom…” She murmured, right next to my ear, I could feel her puckered nipple grazing my arm where my t-shirt left my skin bare.

“Oh…I…sorry.” I murmured sheepishly.

“Don’t be. Could I entice you into coming back to my place?” as she finished speaking the palm of her hand brushed gently against my cock. I shivered.

The mood vanished when someone walked up to our table and placed down a tray of shooters. She must have ordered them. “Thanks Amy.” She grinned at the retreating girl.

“What’s this?” I asked nodding at the array of drinks spread before us.

“I thought I would get us in the right mood before I took you home.” She grinned, lifting the first shooter to me. “This one’s called a blow job.” She placed hers on the table in front of her. Lifting her hair so I could see she wrapped her lips around the shot glass and tilted her head back. She swallowed before removing the empty glass from her lips. I groaned.

“I bet you like those.” She gave me a saucy wink and grinned from ear to ear. I sputtered out a response before bringing the shooter to my mouth.

I downed it and wiped my lips. She grinned as she stood, taking two shot glasses with her. “Trust me?” She asked moving in behind me. I didn’t rust myself to speak so I simply nodded.

“This ones called cum on my tits.” She stepped a little closer. “Lean your head back and open your mouth.” She said softly. I did as she requested, I felt my head resting against her cleavage. She poured in one, then the other. I swallowed. Her hands came to rest on my shoulders, she leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Now you do me.” I could feel her warm breath against my skin. I shuddered.

She sat again. I picked up the two shot glasses she indicated, stood behind her and poured, just as she had. She swallowed, but not before some of the milky white substance leaked out of the corners of her mouth. Fuck! I almost came in my pants like some fucking teenager, just watching it leak down her neck and disappear into her shirt.

“Mind if I…clean you up a bit?” I asked casually. She pushed her seat back a bit and tilted her head up slightly, invitingly.

I swallowed herd and leaned in. The instant my tongue touched her I ached to be inside of her. I followed the path from one side of her mouth down into her cleavage. She mewled softly as I traced the other side up. When my mouth was almost at hers she clutched my hair and brought my mouth to her lips. At first it was a gentle kiss, exploring and getting to know each other. Then her tongue met mine, and intertwined, testing for dominance. I finally won, and realized I was rubbing my cock against her outer thigh.

Her arm wrapped around me, her hand fitting perfectly against my ass. I rubbed against her again and leaned in to murmur in her ear. “Don’t really feel like a bar full of guys, and the strippers on stage watching us…”

“Let’s go.” She said softly. I stood and grabbed my briefcase and jacket and followed her swaying ass out of the club. Looks like my fucking fantasies of the last six months are about to come true.

TBC...

Drink recipies

Blow job
1 1/2 oz. Amaretto
Whipped Cream
Pour in a shot glass and top with whipped cream. Drink with hands behind your back in one smooth motion.

Cum on my tits
1 oz. Creme de Cacao
1 oz. Light Cream
Fill one shot glass with creme de cacao and the other with the cream. With this shooter, it\'s all in how it\'s done. Get your partner... (preferably Female) to tilt their head back and open their mouth. Take both shot glasses and pour them into your partners mouth at the same time...The drink gets it\'s name from the fact that it can sometimes get a little messy, and the spillage looks kinda like cum running down your neck and chest... Hence, Cum on my Tits…