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Me in a Dive Bar Full of Fishermen

I was traveling on the Oregon coast recently and came to a great dive bar in a small beach town. Traveling alone, I like to grab a drink and see if anything interesting is happening. Boy, was I surprised this night. The bartender was a hot tattooed woman and she made a great screwdriver. I looked around at the eclectic crowd of fishermen, old men, and miscreants. Some were cute, but I was bored. This place smelled vaguely of old fish. Not too sexy, but I bet each guy wanted to give me his tiny cock not like the legend of a huge ghost cock I would cum to learn.

Until I saw Michael, he found me at the end of the night. Overall, I had many drinks but I remember his sweet smile and broad chest. He made me laugh. He joked that he was the ghost of a one-night stand and I had to take him on. I was turned on. Of course, we flirted and kissed. Shortly, I invited him back for a drink at my place for the night. In truth, I wanted to see that huge ghost cock he bragged about.

Vacation Sex with a Twist

Michael was all over me as I opened the door to my rental. Indeed, we barely made it in the door, kissing and caressing each other. I could feel a massive cock in his jeans. We stumbled onto the bed, clothes dropping, and he revealed his huge ghost cock, rock-hard. I gasped. This was the biggest cock I had ever seen (in person). He stroked it and told me to lie back. My hungry pussy was dripping wet. I spread my legs wide and took a deep breath.

First, the head of his cock teased at my opening. Next, I wrapped my arms around his strong body and pulled him to me. He pushed in and I melted. All I remembered was pleasure radiating from my center outward. So we spent hours like this. He was relentless once he saw I could take it all, with passion. Significantly, I thought maybe he had taken some penis pills. Given that his huge ghost cock stayed hard and hadn’t cum. I was rubbing my clit and cumming all over his cock, over and over.

Explosion of Huge Ghost Cock

We were sticky, covered in sweat and my juices. Overall, the room smelled of sex. My limbs were languid and I was delirious with pleasure. I was panting and grunting as he fucked me with a huge ghost cock bent over the bed, doggy style. I knew he would cum in this position. Few men could last with my ass jiggling and pussy tight on their cock, milking that cum into me. Michael came all right, with a shout. I could feel rope after rope projected deep into my pussy.

We collapsed. I reached between my legs before passing out from erotic exhaustion to feel his load leaking out down my legs to my knees. SO. MUCH. CUM. It tasted good and sweet.

Did I Get Boned… by a Huge Ghost Cock?

Even so, I woke up alone. Then I found a nice note (contents private) and mysteriously a bandana he might have been wearing on the bed. It smelled like him. After our memorable night of passion, I returned to the bar with Michael’s bandana. The same tatted bartender was there and I asked her if she knew Michael. She gave me a look. Then she told me that she knew Michael, how did I know him? Anyway, I thought about his big cock fucking me deep and hard all night and FILLING me with cum. With this in mind, I told her we kissed and he left this bandana behind, I just wanted to return it on my way out of town. Then she looked me up and down.

I waited. The vibes in the bar were strange. Then suddenly, I wanted to leave. “You would be his type. He always loved blondes,” she said. Next, she pointed to a large photo in the corner by the door. It was a smiling picture of Michael, surrounded by a few candles and tchotchkes. I was confused. She said, “We lost him crossing the bar in his fishing vessel. It was a year ago, yesterday.”

I rationalized that it must have been another Michael. Still, deep inside, sore from a huge ghost cock, and still leaking cum, I knew something strange had happened.

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