A Night with Claire

The bar wasn't strictly a lesbian bar, but a lot of gay char frequented it. It was also close to my condo on my way habitation from body of work, so I tended to end up there at least a twosome of times a month, more when I was between girlfriends. That was my situation when I walked in on a Friday Night after a long hebdomad. I wasn't even particularly looking to get laid, just have a few potable without guy wire hitting on me.

Unfortunately Claire was there, looking like she'd just bugger off off piece of work, her hi-vis vest hanging off the book binding of her electric chair. Her back was to me as she sat at a tabular array with friends, so I hurried over to a seat at the early end of the bar where I'd be out of her occupation of sight.

An hour later I was starting my one-third drinking glass of wine having just finished chicken Caesar salad when Claire sat down beside me. She'd just come in from having a dope and the smell clung to her, along with a intimation of stale exertion. She had obviously come to the bar straight from work without bothering to shower. She caught the bartender's attention and ordered a double manufacturer's on the rocks as she placed her deal on my thigh.

"You've got this, right ?"She asked as she squeezed. I sighed and nodded to the barkeeper who added Claire's drink to my tab.

"We're not doing this again,"I said."I told you that live on time."

"Sure we aren't,"Claire responded with a jest, taking her bourbon and walking back to her friends."Come find me in a few drinks."

Claire and I had hooked up a few clock time, always when I had too much to drink, and I always felt disgusted with myself afterwards. She couldn't be more than 22 or 23, to a greater extent than twenty years younger than my 45. My tasting run to femmes like myself, and Claire was a hard butch with a dispirited faux hawk. She always smelled of cigarettes which I couldn't stand, had out of control trunk hair and never showered after working on a metropolis road crew all day. Unfortunately she was also a colossus in bed and it had been four calendar month since I survive had a girlfriend. I downed the last of my wine and ordered a vodka Diet Coke.

I spent the next two hr trying to find a woman my age-or at to the lowest degree a femme-on the twist, but no luck. I was well past tipsy when I saw Claire step out for a smoke. Hating myself, I followed her. She was standing alone by the butts can and had just lit a smoking. She took a foresighted drag then handed me the lit coffin nail as I walked over. I took a tentative comforter and started coughing as she pulled out a sec cigarette and lit up. Claire didn't say anything, just watched me smoke and occasionally exhaled a big pouf of foul tobacco into my face.

I finally finished the cigarette she had given me, and still without saying anything we walked back into the bar. I went to the bar to pay, and Claire followed me. I asked for my tab and Claire chimed in with,"Mine too."I paid both of our bills, even though Claire's was much great than mine. She had been drinking top ledge whisky all night ; I don't think she ever intended to pay for it herself. If I hadn't ended up paying for it, she probably would give found someone else from her serail of older women.

While I paid, Claire went to catch her stuff and say goodbye to her Quaker. I ended up standing by the door and waiting while the early daughter and item twink at Claire's laughed and shot me coup d'oeil that were a mix of amusement, disgust and ruth. When she finally came over, Claire took me by the hand and led me out the door. We walked paw in manus for a trivial over a pulley block before she let go, showing off her will power of me. Still walking she pulled out and two fag, handing them to me. Knowing what she wanted, I stopped walking. Claire didn't. I quickly lit both fag, puffing them at the same time and coughing. I hurried to catch back up with Claire and handed her one, reluctantly sucking green goddess from the other. She saw my lip rouge on the filter and laughed before taking a drag. I had quit smoking more than fifteen years ago and I was feeling a little nauseated as we walked.

"I love to look at your oh so prissy and proper ass,"Claire said, pushing me ahead of her as we walked and I could feel her centre on the rachis of my suit skirt as she followed behind me. I knew the way to her shitty basement suit and led us there, gagging on the cigarette. Claire lived five occlusion from the bar, and for the full walk I was torn. On the one bridge player was an intellectual desire to get the hell on earth out, and on the other hired man was a very different desire focused below my waistline. My step-in had gotten so moistness that it was uncomfortable to walk by the meter we arrived at the summation bungalow that she rented the basement of. I tried to convince myself that I'd rather be home alone in my much nicer condo. It didn't piece of work and Claire unlocked the side door and led me down the stairs.

Her living way was a sty, record book, empty pizza boxes and discarded beer cans covering most of the surfaces."Grab me a beer and one for yourself,"Claire said as she walked into the washroom, closing the doorway most of the way behind her. I opened the fridge in the tiny kitchenette, which was full of bad beer and old takeout and grabbed two cans of Lucky. As I did I heard the snort of Claire's pee hitting the bathroom bowl, followed by a twain of overweight plops. Claire came back out, not bothering to move around on the fan or spray to cover the smell. I opened and downed half my can of terrible beer. I wasn't sure if I was looking for courage to appease or to leave.

Claire sat down on her ratty sofa and turned on the TV while I handed her her beer. I started to sit beside her, but before I could she commanded,"bird off."Humiliated, I set down my beer and pushed down my annulus and scanty.

"Panties stay on for now,"Claire snapped. I pulled my ointment coloured panty back up, wet smear on the front obvious as I stood there, unsure of what to do. Claire flipped through Netflix, drinking her beer, ignoring me. Finally, as she started some stupid TV show I made to sit again, only for Claire to finish her beer and script me the empty can.

"Another,"was all she said.

I took her can and tossed it into the mostly empty recycling bin, finishing my own beer as well. I grabbed another two cans, handed one to Claire and sat beside her before she could stop me with some other demand. She didn't even bother to look at me, just slid her hired hand between my leg and on top of my step-in as she kept watching TV. At first her hand just rested there, but soon enough she was rubbing up and down as I got wetter and bedwetter. My inaugural diminished orgasm happened as Claire finished her beer.

Claire passed me her evacuate as I caught my breathing spell. She still didn't look at me as I stood to go get her another beer.

"delay,"she said, centre on the TV."Panties off."

I quickly pulled down the soppy fabric, and Claire finally turned towards me. She lent down and picked up the scanty, looking at the massive wet topographic point. Then she balled them up and pushed them into my mouthpiece, making me taste myself. small-scale bust ran down my cheeks as I grabbed her another beer.

Sitting back down I allowed Claire to spread my legs and lay her medallion on my uncovered crotch. Her fingers danced across my climb cutis, in and out of sheep pen, in and out of me. Two progressively stiff orgasms hit me as the lastly ten minutes of the show played out on the TV. Claire didn't look at me, seemingly indifferent to my moans and grunts. When the display ended Claire turned off the TV, stood up and walked into her bedroom, pulling me along by a wrist. There was barley enough room for a couple of Ikea toilet table and an unmade doubly bed in the room, and the level was covered in mounds of dirty laundry.

Claire sat on the border of her bed and watched as I took off my jacket crown, blouse and bra, folding them and placing them on the least dirty looking pile of dress I could see. Then I went over to the bed, pushed aside the quilt and lay down beside Claire. My step-in were still in my mouth, but at least I wasn't tasting myself anymore. Claire grabbed her entirely pillow and pushed it under my hips, raising my pelvic arch. Then she lowered her head to my left titty and began running her tongue over it. One of her hands trailed down my stomach, then, avoiding my genitals, began to squeeze and rub my speed thigh. Claire's tongue found my pap, standing to attention. Through a sexual shock I felt a bead of wet relief valve my cunt and slide down my prat sally to hit the pillow under my pelvic arch. My organic structure gave and involuntary saltation as the wetness slid across my asshole, which in bend became a desperate air hump as my body begged for Claire to pay tending to my kitty. I grabbed the rear of her caput and pressed her side harder into my breast.

A savage collation to my nipple made me cry out in pain and joy, panties falling from my mouth as a small sexual climax hit me, the number 1 I'd ever had with no address stimulation to my pussy or clit. As I gasped in shock, Claire moved her sassing over to my former breast, her hand continuing its path up and down my intimate thigh, never quite landing on my crotch where I so desperately needed it.

After and unknowable time that felt like hours and irregular at the Sami clock time, Claire released my bosom and began kissing down my stomach. She again skipped my crotch and began kissing up and down my thigh as her deal massaged the other thigh.

"Please,"I cried.

Claire sat up, removing her hand and rima oris from me."Please what, you dirty old slut ?"

"Eat me,"I begged, almost in snag from the frustration.

"Eat what ?"

My face burned with humiliation but I knew what Claire wanted to hear."Eat my pussy. I need it so bad !"

"Why do you need it ?"

"Because I'm a disgusting old lesbo and I need your tongue in my bitch !"I screamed at her, not caring if the upstairs neighbor could discover. They were probably used to it by now.

Hearing my entrance fee, Claire Columba in. Her hand found my opening and two fingers easily slid in, followed immediately by a third and a fourthly, forcing me almost painfully subject. At the same fourth dimension her rim, her tongue, her teeth wrapped around my clitoris. I tried to cry out but my lungs seized and my back arched as the coming hit me. Her hand worked savagely in and out of me while her mouth was almost gentle. I lost all track of time, space, everything, overcome by along rolling orgasm.

I was half conscious and drunk on my own organic structure's sensations when Claire pulled away an timeless existence later. In my daze I could see my wetness clinging to her chin and bridge player. She stood and undid her blue jean revealing a distich of men's boxers which in go got pushed down to give away a damp timber of unkept brown pubic hair. Her plaid flannel shirt hit the storey seconds later. Underneath it she was wearing a travail stained wife beater undershirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her modest breasts, capped with large dark areola, were clearly visible through it.

"On your knees,"Claire commanded as she began to rummage through one of the small chest. I rolled over, kneeling on all fours as sticking my ass in the air as I watched her over my berm. Claire found the harness and dildo she was looking for, and strapped it over her privates before climbing onto the bed behind me. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and used it to manoeuver my hair's-breadth forward as she thrust the dildo into me, all the way to its foundation in a single move.

With one hand tangled painfully in my whisker, Claire fucked me decelerate and hard. Her free deal alternated between squeezing my titty and nipples where they hung from my chest of drawers and diving down to my clit to trigger another ripple of pleasure. My legs wobbled, I was covered in sweat and moaning incoherently when her hand finally left my breasts and pussy alone. A few second gear later Claire let go of my hair and disseminate my butt cheeks apart. Then there was a firm wet press against my asshole. Claire had obviously sucked on her thumb to get it wet and was about to anally violate me with it.

"Not in my ass,"I pleaded."Not today."I hated anal retentive free rein. It was always painful and made me experience dirty.

Of course Claire ignored me. She continued to bang me with the strapon as she increased the pressure on my whoreson. I tried my best to digest on the incredible feeling of the dildo filling me, sliding in and out in a wonderful way, ignoring how Claire's thumb felt like a red hot fire hook forcing its way into my sphincter muscle. Soon her thumb was as deep in my ass as Claire could wedge it, and there she left it, never stopping her sweetie fucking of my pussycat. My body betrayed me ; I had another orgasm before she finally pulled first the dildo from my pussy and finally her pollex from my ass.

My relief was short lived as the dildo was pressed against my asshole.

"No no not again oooooowwwwww,"my pleading quickly turned into a drawn out cry of pain. The dildo, which had seemed the perfect size in my pussy, was now a whale monster invading my ass. I tried to draw in away but Claire kept a solid grip on my hips as she sodomized me. weeping streamed down my grimace as the dildo went in as deep as it could, Claire's thigh pressing against my butt impertinence. It was then that she reached around and found my clit again, adding acute pleasure to the pain. She fucked me like that, driving heavily and grinding into my asshole like a maniac while furiously working my clitoris for what seemed same hours but was probably only ten minutes. To my shame I came twice more, each orgasm sending compression throughout my consistency, including my asshole which clamped down even harder on the dildo, adding more pain to the pleasure.

With my last orgasm Claire stopped fucking me, but didn't withdraw the dildo. Instead she unbuckled the harness and left the dildo in my ass, dangling the straps. I collapsed to the bed and had a moment of relief before Claire rolled me over. Her genu straddled my head and her pussy dropped onto my mouth, my nozzle becoming lost in a brush of pubic haircloth. She smelled musky and dank, rousing mixed with moth-eaten swither from working outside all day. I could tell that it had been at to the lowest degree a day since her last shower, but that didn't terminate me from devouring her. My tongue ran from the bottom of her prick to the top over and over, sending a rill of wetness and saliva down my throat. I sent my tongue dive as deep into her as I could, feeling the velvety blurriness inside her pussy. Claire moaned and ground down onto my face, her hair feeling like a cup of tea leech rubbing my nose and cheeks raw.

As the attrition reached a pyrexia pitch I moved my attentions to Claire's surprisingly pocket-sized and finespun clit, still mostly under its hood. I wrapped my brim around it as she let out and explosive moan. I sucked her clitoris past my sass and began to work it with my tongue. I didn't think it was possible but Claire got even wetter. Her succus dribbled down my chin and she ground harder and harder onto my aspect, occasionally crushing my nose and cutting off my air. I didn't stop, couldn't stay. She finally came with an explosive oink and settled heavily onto my face, panting as she came down off the orgasmic high.

Claire rolled off my facial expression and lay down beside me, both of us panting. Eventually she opened the drawer of her bedside table and pulled out a rumple cigarette computer software. She lit us both a smoke and the nicotine smell joined that of sweat and sex. I took a couple of drags before reaching down to remove the dildo still lodged in my ass.

Claire slapped my mitt, stopping me."Go to the bathroom. I don't want you pulling that thing out here and getting shit on my sheets like last time."

My face burned with embarrassment as I remembered the small stroke that had followed the last time Claire fucked me in the ass. I got up and hobbled out of the chamber, the dildo making it clumsy and afflictive to walk.

"Get me another beer while you're up,"Claire yelled after me.

Just like after the conclusion time I let Claire use me, I promised myself it would never happen again. Maybe I would keep my promise this time .