A freeuse night-out

The Sir in the Bar

I was having a night out with my best friend Sandra, we had such a blast. After going shopping for an hour or three, we settled into our little spot, the Onyx Bar. The drinks were pricey but really good, and we did enjoy the high-class ambient surroundings.

Just as we ordered a new round of drinks, I felt a Sir coming up behind me. He grabbed my waist and pulled me back a little so my ass was dangling over the edge of the chair. I could see in Sandra's eyes that he had to be handsome and manly. The way she licked her lips and how her look just got that tad bit hazy told me everything I needed to know about that Sir. I know what was going to happen even before I felt his cock rubbing against my ass cheeks. Ever since the use of underwear required certified documents from the ministry of female subjugation hardly anyone bothered anymore with them. It has been years since I last wore a thong, so the Sir right behind me found no barrier as he inserted his lubed up finger deep into my ass.

Sandra licked her fingers, it was obvious how envious she was of me right now. I couldn't hold back a deep moan as the Sir switched his finger with his cock and thrust deep into my tight ass. It was pure bliss, even though I felt a little bad for hogging all the cock to myself and seeing Sandra being so empty right in front of me. But any thoughts I had were gone right the second when the Sir shoved another deep thrust deep into me. I gasped out loud and moaned something that should have been a "Thank you", but was much more like a "thaaaa aaah!". I felt so grateful towards the Sir, giving ME his cock, not Sandra or any other girl in this Bar, he went for me. His strokes went more rhythmically now, deep and deep and deep and then even deeper. He buried his throbbing cock over and over again in my ass. I felt it pulsating and heard his breathing speeding up. All it took was a breathy "oh please" from me to make him tense up. His cock started to pulsate and he buried it deep in me with a last energetic thrust. I was now totally impaled on his engorged manhood. The Sir was trembling now and I felt each pulse of semen getting buried inside me. As my eyes gained focus again I looked at a flustered Sandra, her legs pressed tightly against each other and if it wasn't forbidden she would have dived her fingers way deep into her cunt. She was on edge, driven nearly mad by desire but still, her training prevailed and her hands only grabbed the table, cramped, so they wouldn't let go and get her into any trouble for unsupervised masturbation.

I wanted to tell her how brave she was, how much of a good girl she was now and in this moment, but the Sir drew his cock out. He gave me a short kiss on my neck that sent shivers through my whole body and with a "you have a nice ass", he was gone. I wanted to turn around, see him, know what he looked like but I just couldn't take my eyes off poor Sandra. She was still trembling with desire. Suddenly I felt bad for her. The Sir chose me, chose my ass over hers. Gave me his seed, his sperm, his holy manhood. While it made me feel good on one side, I felt incredibly bad for her. In that moment I felt cum dripping down my thighs and I instantly knew how to cheer her up. "Hey, let's ask the Sir over there if he will allow you to lick me clean".