My 3 Rockstar Bosses
And with Harold’s voice buzzing like a chainsaw, slowly I placed two hands on her waist, grabbing the elastic of her sweatpants and inching them over her hips.
Joanie’s eyes flew back to me, startled.
“Wha-?” she said before fixing her gaze on Harold again. “I’m sorry, you were saying?”
The man didn’t even notice. He was talking about his mom now, and how she brought him up to be discerning and perceptive. Yeah, right. Try again, motherfucker, because the girl before you is about to get fucked, and you don’t even know it.
Because yeah, I was gonna do Joanie right here, right now, in public. It was dark in the bar, most people just shadowy shapes. It was crowded too, but we were way off to one side, the girl perched on the very last stool. So there was no one behind me. No one to see what I was about to do.
And with slow, careful movements, I pulled the waistband of the sweats down so that her big ass was bared, the elastic stretched tight as it caught around her thighs. The front looked okay for sure, these were Men’s Size XXL so there was plenty of material. But the sight in back was fucking delicious.
The peach was out.
That beautiful butt, twin cheeks like moons, beckoning to me.
And with another slow movement, I pulled her back even more on the stool before plucking that g-string out of her ass and moving it to the right.
Oh shit.
Fuck me.
Because this was perfect.
Joanie’s bottom hung over the edge of the stool, creamy and inviting. Again, from the front, she looked normal, chatting away with this Howard dude. But from the back, she was one hundred percent nude and full.
That brown star beckoned, winking between her cheeks.
Would she be able to?
Would she be able to take cock up her butt in a crowded bar? While making conversation with a stranger?
The brunette shot a panicked look at me over her shoulder before smiling again at the intruder.
“Yes, Howard,” she murmured unsteadily. “Yes, I hear you.”
I groaned, dick so stiff. Because with those words, she’d wiggled that ass a bit, sliding backwards so that her cheeks parted a smidge. Aw fuck yeah. That brown hole was on display now, baiting, winking and blinking flirtatiously.
But what the fuck, we didn’t have any lube. So I used the only thing on hand. Reaching beneath her bottom, I stroked what I could of her pussy, the soft folds moist and wet. And as if on cue, the girl gushed into my palm, flooding me precious nectar.
“Perfect,” I rumbled so that only she could hear. “You’re perfect, sweetheart.”
And with that, the moisture was rubbed into her hole, Joanie struggling to hold still as I stroked her anus.
“Calm, calm,” came my voice, sotto voce. “Calm.”
Because shit, I had my cock out now, and if the girl saw this, she’d run screaming. Sure, I was big. I’ve always been big. But there’s big and there’s monstrous, and right now I was monstrous. Veins ran along the top and bottom of my shaft, pulsing with need. My glans gleamed purple, the shaft already coated with hot streaks of pre-cum.
“Here goes baby,” I rumbled into her ear, breath blowing on that sweet cheek. “Here goes, right here, right now.”
Because my head was pressing against that tight anus. Oh yeah, this was going down, anal sex in a crowded bar. Gripping her hips, I shifted that bottom a little, getting a better angle.
And then it happened. Her rectum popped open and my shaft slid in a little. Fuck fuck fuck! Joanie was so tight, and the girl jolted a bit as my cock entered her ass.
“I’m sorry Harold?” she gasped a little, leaning forwards slightly to improve my angle. “What did you say again?”
Aw shit, my dick slid in a couple more inches then, hot and tight into that dry, arid rectum. Maintaining a neutral look on my face, I shot a quick glance at Harold.
Because the poor loser was practically drooling, he was so excited to have a beautiful girl listening to his conversation. Not just listening, but replying too. Too bad he didn’t realize that she was ge