Stiff Drinks And Dicks All Night Long

Late Nights Out

By most people’s standards, my friends and I are considered trouble. A night on the town for us is one filled with stiff drinks and dicks, lots of flirty conversations, and coming home at 3:00 a.m. if at all. Its usually followed by a full day of recovery when it’s over. And tonight is no exception. The Blue Martini pulsed with base and sexual tension as we sauntered in together. Our laughter floated above the music. Feeling carefree, confident, untamed and ready for stiff drinks and dicks.

Midnight Comes Quickly

Leading my crew to the bar, I ordered four shots of the best tequila, followed by four stiff cocktail chasers. Our perfume mixing with the scent of booze and fresh lime.   The good looking bartender gave us a slow, sultry smile. She knew what we were there for, stiff drinks and dicks.

The tequila hit hard, salt, citrus and impulsive behavior soon following our lowered inhibitions. Around us, the bar thumped with music, laughter clinking glasses and stories waiting to be told.

My friend Shannon and I were deeply engaged in a conversation about being a dominatrix for a day, when she cut me off sharply whispering in my ear “left corner… suits”. There they were, all with loosened ties. They had been staring since we walked in. A polished, good looking, professional group of men. All with stiff drinks and dicks just waiting for us to approach their table. Drifting towards the dance floor instead, we stayed close enough for the men to notice us. But far enough to make them work for it. Our sexy, scantily clad bodies rolling In time with the music. Every move deliberate, confident and charged with intense sexual energy.

When returning to the bar for a break in the action, one of the handsome guys sat waiting for me. Instantly, I find myself drawn to him. Attracted to his chiseled jawline and debonair demeanor.

Hot And Bothered – Stiff Drinks And Dicks

Perched on a bar stool, my legs crossed seductively, I sat chatting away with this sexy stranger. Every time he leaned in closer to hear me, I leaned back just enough to make him chase my voice. Smiling enough to promise him everything, but confirming nothing.

Stiff drinks and dicks were the theme of the evening. Feeling ready for part two, I sat my stiff drink on the bar and took the stranger by the hand headed towards the men’s room.

Following my lead precisely, once inside the dimly lit lavatory, we began kissing feverishly. Our hands are everywhere. Exploring with every movement and touch. I dropped to my knees. Unzipping his pants and pulling his stiff cock out. My mouth watering and ready for the taste of his throbbing tool. My head bobbing up and down quickly, stroking and tugging as my mouth made its way from the tip of his cock to the shaft. Then, placing my hands on the wall he hiked up my dress and pulled my panties to one side. His thick meat tucking into my folds before the wetness sucked him deeply into my greedy hole. One thrust after another until I reached an orgasm that seemed to last minutes, maybe even longer.

By the time the clock blinked two a.m., my friends and I gathered are belongings and prepared our exit. Still glowing from laughter, adrenaline and stiff drinks and dicks, ready to head home and share our stories on the way.

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