42. Dive Bar Sluts — Ever have one? How ‘Bout Two?
I was on a short stop at a marina on the east coast of Florida. The office manager had taken me to lunch, then back to her place. She had shown me her room where she and her group practiced and refined their BDSM techniques. Now I was back aboard wondering what to do for dinner.
I searched on my phone and found what appeared to be a satisfactory place a short taxi ride away. When I arrived, it was obvious that you can’t trust the internet. The place was a run down dive bar. The parking lot had half a dozen Harleys and some rusty beat up junkers, held together with duct tape and bailing wire.
Inside was dark and smelled of rank cigarette smoke, spilled beer and vomit. Some rough looking dudes in gang leathers played pool off to one side, skanky sluts hanging around idolizing them. The stools at the bar were mostly filled with dirty, greasy bums and trashy looking whores nursing their beers.
I decided to have one beer and go elsewhere. I sidled up to the bar taking an empty stool between two skanks. I ordered a beer and one slut said “you new around here? I don’t remember seeing you before.”
“Yeah, I just got into town on my boat. Leaving tomorrow.”
“A boat, huh? That sounds sexy. Ever give rides to people?”
“Not usually. Why? Did you want a ride?”
“Buy me a beer and you’ll find out.”
This whore was the best of the bunch, at least physically. Late 30s, stringy bleached blonde hair, dark roots showing, tight looking body with not much fabric covering it. Definitely fuckable. The slut to my left had long brown hair, way too much makeup, and was chubby. She interjected “buy me a beer and you’ll double your pleasure.” She gave me a challenging look.
I motioned to the barmaid for beers for “my ladies.” They both instantly became overly interested in me. The blonde put her hand on my thigh and the brunette put her hand on my upper back. The blonde spoke first.
“Where is this yacht you talk about?”
“Oh, it’s not a yacht.”
The brunette now: “When are we going for a ride?”
I didn’t see an easy way out of my predicament. The blonde drove us to the marina and we climbed aboard. They saw my fully stocked liquor cabinet and wanted to do shots. As I set up a bottle and three shot glasses, the brunette readied a tray with neat lines of white nose candy.
They both sat on the edge of the bed and I was across on the settee. “Cheers!” as we each swallowed our first shot. The brunette used a rolled up dollar bill to snort two lines of the white powder, passing the tube to me. I, too, inhaled two lines and passed it to the blonde. She downed another shot before feeding her habit with the coke. The girls continued to toss shots down their throats and alternately snort more lines of happy powder. I repeatedly waved them off. I needed to keep my head about me.
Finally, the blonde, her eyes now showing the effects of booze and coke, blatantly said “So, you wanna fuck me, Captain?” The brunette, equally dazed, simply started taking her clothes off. Seeing this, the blonde did likewise. Now the game was on!
I had been quietly sitting there watching these two sluts down shots of my expensive booze and snort a couple hundred dollars worth of cocaine up their noses. Now they were both naked, sitting across from me.
The blonde had a nice tight body, still flat belly, firm 34D cups, slender hips. The brunette was on the chubby side, bigger tits sagging down, love handles and a small roll of belly fat. Her hips were wider, her ass bigger. Presented with these doped up whores, naked and ready for action, my johnson got hard.
“Each of you have another shot and another line of coke. Then turn around down and get on your hands and knees.” While they eagerly gulped and snorted, I got my trusty lube. Now it was my turn for pleasure.
They were in doggy position and I got them next to each other. The blondes thighs were slimmer and her fuckbox was clearly visible. A nice puckered asshole and a typical, but well used, pussy presented itself. The brunette had a fatter butt. Her wares were not as visible. I grabbed her butt cheeks and spread them, exposing a generous pussy, labia protuding, and a well used asshole.
I started with the blondes cunt. I rubbed my dick up and down her slit until he slid in a couple of inches. I started pumping my hips, gaining depth as I reached over to fondle the brunettes pussy. I got my thumb into her cunt and started thumb fucking her while I picked up the pace with the blonde.
Both girls were so drugged up, neither of them were making any sounds. I spilled some lube on blondies asshole and forced my cock in. A slight gasp as I did so but no other reaction. She lowered her chest to the bed and I began my assault on her ass.
As I was taking advantage of blondies ass, I did a “six pack” on the brunette. My thumb up her ass and two fingers in her pussy. I started finger fucking her hard, making sloppy wet sounds as my fingers reamed her holes. My dick had gotten all the way in deep in blondies ass so I started pounding her, one hand on her thin hips.
Then I switched. I pulled out and aimed my cock at the brunettes bum. She, too, now leaned her shoulders down to the bed, reached around and spread her cheeks. I just rammed my hard dick into her asshole, eliciting a gasp. I forced it in, first two inches, then four, then the whole nine yards. Once it was comfortably sliding in and out of her ass, I started fingering blondies pussy. She had a free hand on her clit, rubbing herself, trying to find a pleasant escape from reality.
I suddenly got the urge. I grabbed the brunettes hips with both hands and thrust my cock deep up her ass, pounding her over and over. She raised up, holding herself up on her arms as I slammed my dick in and out of her ass. Her body was rocking in tandem with my thrusts and her boobs were swinging about wildly under her chest. As I rammed into her, I reached up and grabbed one of her knockers, clutching it and trying to pull her nipple off.
“That’s it slut … let me pound your ass … I’m gonna dump a load deep in there … cheap slut … skanky whores both of you … I want my cock down your throat … I want you to taste your fucking asshole.”
I pulled out and grabbed blondies head, turning it to force my cock into her mouth. I didn’t take any warmup strokes. I just pushed it in as far as I could. I held her face between my hands and fucked her mouth hard. Three strokes was all it took to penetrate past her deepthroat muscles, allowing my dick unfettered access to her throat. I fucked her throat for a short time, then switched to the brunettes mouth.
The brunette was more relaxed and my cock slid all the way in easily. I pumped and stroked until I felt an orgasm building up steam in my loins. To encourage it, I rocked my hips down and wrapped my arms around her head. Holding her this way allowed me to fuck the shit out of her throat, hard and fast. Her spit and drool, streaming out of her mouth, made for a sloppy mouth fuck. When I erupted, I grabbed blondies head in close and shot some on her and some on chubby’s face. I slapped them with my cock and smeared their faces.
I was spent. I flopped down on the settee panting. The chubby brunette gulped two shots of booze and snorted yet another line of coke. “How long you gonna be in town, Captain? That was better sex than any of the regular guys, even Jimmy.”
The blonde, who also had quaffed a lot of booze and coke said “Yeah, it was pretty damn good. Probably better than Jimmy, but I don’t know if it was better than Paul. There’s just something about Paul’s 10 incher that sends me every time.”
The brunette responded “Yeah, Paul’s 10 inches is nice, alright, I’ll give you that. But this guy just seemed to have a better technique. Know what I mean?”