I am a bar slut, and I’m not ashamed of it.

I'll have sex with almost anyone, anywhere.

He held me by the wrist and led me down the short hallway, opened the door and took me into the bar’s men’s room. He pushed me into one of the stalls. He was not forcing me but he was being very much in control. I would have gone with him even if he was not grasping my wrist.

I bent over the toilet with my hands on top of the tank and my legs spread wide. I heard his zipper being pulled down. He lifted my skirt up to my waist. I was not wearing panties. I never do when I go out to the bars. I knew that before each night was over, I was going to be fucked by at least one guy. It was what I wanted. I felt his big black cock touch me between my legs and then push into my wet white cunt. It wasn’t the biggest cock that had ever fucked me, but it was a good size.

He was not surprised that I was not wearing panties. I had spread my legs and let him have a look at my freshly shaved pussy while we were sitting next to each other at the bar.

He pulled at the neckline of my blouse till my tits popped out. I have 34-C tits. They and not really firm so they hung down and flopped back and forth as he fucked me hard and fast and deep. Then he grabbed them with both of his hands and squeezed them tightly. It hurt but I did not care. My body was his to use as he wanted, and he wanted to use it for his pleasure. He did not care if I was enjoying it, but I was. I was enjoying it a lot.

After two or three minutes of hard fucking, I came. I moaned loudly and my body shook. He lasted another two of three minutes before he said, “I’m coming. Take my cream, whore.” Just before he dumped a big load of his black man’s cum deep inside me. I had another small orgasm as I felt his warm, wet cum filling me.

He pulled out, turned me around and pushed on my shoulders. I knew just what he wanted. I sat on the toilet in front of him and opened my mouth. That is when I first saw his black manhood. It was bigger than I had guessed as he first entered me, but not porn star big. It was still mostly hard and covered with a mixture of his and my cum. I leaned forward and took him on my mouth. I locked my lips around his shaft and started bobbing up and down on it. My intention was to clean him and then end it, but he had other ideas. He held a handful of my hair and controlled the speed and depth that he was fucking my face. He quickly re-hardened. I reached down and rubbed my clit while he was fucking my mouth. Several times, he went deep enough to gag me. I have never been able to deepthroat. He must have lasted five minutes. My jaw was ache when he finally groaned and shot a load in my mouth. I quickly swallowed all that I could. He let me go. I grabbed some toilet paper and wiped my messy cunt. Even with both of us in that tight space, he managed to get his pants back up and then get the inward opening door open enough that we could get out. I pulled my skirt down and put my tits back in my blouse.

When I stepped out, there were three men standing there waiting to see who had been fucking in the stall. They cheered and clapped. I looked in the mirror and saw that there was a string of his cum hanging from my chin. One guy took a picture. I washed my face and walked out even though a couple of the men were asking me to do them next.

When I got back to the bar, the guy that I had just fucked and sucked had already left. I never even got his name. Actually, I probably never knew the names of over half of the guys that have fucked me or that I have sucked off, in bars or parks. That is OK with me. I go out to get fucked and most of the time, I am happy with what happens. I have messed up the upholstery in a bunch of cars.

I sat back at the bar. The bartender knew me and gave me a smile. He had fucked me more than once. He put a drink in front of me and said that it was from the man in the booth that he was pointing at. I picked up the drink and walked over to the booth. I slid in next to him. He was an attractive older white guy dressed in a suit and tie. I slid in till we were touching each other. His hand promptly went under my skirt and to me pussy. He asked me, “How much to go out to my car and give me a blowjob?” I told him that I was not a prostitute, but that I would be happy to go out to his car with him.
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