A dark with Claire

The bar wasn't strictly a gay woman bar, but a lot of funny women frequented it. It was also close to my condo on my way place from work, so I tended to end up there at least a distich of times a month, more when I was between lady friend. That was my situation when I walked in on a Friday nighttime after a foresightful hebdomad. I wasn't even particularly looking to get laid, just have a few drinks without bozo hitting on me.

Unfortunately Claire was there, looking like she'd just gotten off work, her hi-vis vest hanging off the book binding of her chair. Her backrest was to me as she sat at a mesa with admirer, so I hurried over to a seat at the former end of the bar where I'd be out of her line of sight.

An minute later I was starting my tertiary glass of wine having just finished wimp Gaius Julius Caesar salad when Claire sat down beside me. She'd just come in from having a sens and the smell clung to her, along with a suggestion of stale exertion. She had obviously come to the bar heterosexual from piece of work without bothering to shower. She caught the bartender's aid and ordered a repeat Maker's on the rocks as she placed her script on my thigh.

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

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

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

Claire and I had hooked up a few prison term, always when I had too much to drink, and I always felt disgusted with myself afterwards. She couldn't be to a greater extent than 22 or 23, Sir Thomas More than twenty class younger than my 45. My tastes run to femmes like myself, and Claire was a hard butch with a aristocratical faux mortarboard. She always smelled of cigarettes which I couldn't standpoint, had out of mastery organic structure fuzz and never showered after working on a metropolis route crew all day. Unfortunately she was also a behemoth in bed and it had been four calendar month since I in conclusion had a girlfriend. I downed the cobbler's last of my wine and ordered a vodka Diet Coke.

I spent the next two minute trying to incur a charwoman my age-or at least a femme-on the puff, but no chance. I was well past times tipsy when I saw Claire footfall out for a fume. Hating myself, I followed her. She was standing alone by the butts can and had just lit a sess. She took a long puff then handed me the lit coffin nail as I walked over. I took a provisionary puff and started coughing as she pulled out a second cigaret and lit up. Claire didn't say anything, just watched me smoke and occasionally exhaled a big puff of foul baccy into my face.

I finally finished the coffin nail 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 larger than mine. She had been drinking top shelf whiskey 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 birth found soul else from her serail of older women.

While I paid, Claire went to seize her material and say goodbye to her friends. I ended up standing by the door and waiting while the former young woman and relic twink at Claire's laughed and shot me glimpse that were a mix of amusement, disgust and pity. When she finally came over, Claire took me by the hand and led me out the door. We walked handwriting in handwriting for a lilliputian over a block before she let go, showing off her self-control of me. Still walking she pulled out and two cigarette, handing them to me. Knowing what she wanted, I stopped walking. Claire didn't. I quickly lit both cigarettes, puffing them at the Sami prison term and coughing. I hurried to watch back up with Claire and handed her one, reluctantly sucking smoke 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 nauseous as we walked.

"I love to search at your oh so prim and right ass,"Claire said, pushing me ahead of her as we walked and I could feel her eyes on the backbone of my suit skirt as she followed behind me. I knew the way to her rotten basement suit and led us there, gagging on the coffin nail. Claire lived five blockage from the bar, and for the entire walk I was torn. On the one handwriting was an cerebral desire to get the hell out, and on the other handwriting was a very unlike desire focused below my waist. My step-in had gotten so deaden that it was uncomfortable to take the air by the time we arrived at the summation bungalow that she rented the basement of. I tried to convert myself that I'd rather be home plate alone in my much nicer condo. It didn't work and Claire unlocked the side door and led me down the stairs.

Her living room was a sty, book, empty-bellied pizza corner and discarded beer keister covering about of the open."Grab me a beer and one for yourself,"Claire said as she walked into the washroom, closing the door nigh of the way behind her. I opened the fridge in the tiny kitchenette, which was wax of bad beer and old takeout food and grabbed two bathroom of Lucky. As I did I heard the hissing of Claire's pee hitting the toilet bowl, followed by a couple of laboured plops. Claire came back out, not bothering to plow on the fan or spray to embrace the smell. I opened and downed half my can of terrible beer. I wasn't certainly if I was looking for courage to quell or to leave behind.

Claire sat down on her moth-eaten couch and turned on the TV while I handed her her beer. I started to sit beside her, but before I could she commanded,"Skirt off."Humiliated, I set down my beer and pushed down my doll and panties.

"step-in stay on for now,"Claire snapped. I pulled my emollient coloured step-in back up, wet blot on the movement obvious as I stood there, unsure of what to do. Claire flipped through Netflix, drinking her beer, ignoring me. Finally, as she started some unintelligent TV appearance I made to sit again, only for Claire to finish her beer and hand 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 rump, handed one to Claire and sat beside her before she could hold on me with some former need. She didn't even pain in the neck to look at me, just slid her helping hand between my legs and on top of my panties as she kept watching TV. At commencement her hired man just rested there, but soon enough she was rubbing up and down as I got wetter and wetter. My get-go small sexual climax happened as Claire finished her beer.

Claire passed me her abandon as I caught my breathing place. She still didn't face at me as I stood to go get her another beer.

"waiting,"she said, centre on the TV."step-in off."

I quickly pulled down the sodden material, and Claire finally turned towards me. She lent down and picked up the panties, looking at the massive wet spot. Then she balled them up and force them into my mouth, making me taste myself. Small tears ran down my cheek as I grabbed her another beer.

posing back down I allowed Claire to pass around my legs and lay her palm on my bring out genitals. Her fingers danced across my climb skin, in and out of faithful, in and out of me. Two progressively unassailable orgasms hit me as the last ten minutes of the show played out on the TV. Claire didn't look at me, seemingly neutral 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 dressers and an unmade bivalent bed in the room, and the base was covered in mounds of dirty laundry.

Claire sat on the edge of her bed and watched as I took off my jacket, blouse and bra, folding them and placing them on the least dirty looking pile of apparel I could see. Then I went over to the bed, pushed aside the quilt and lay down beside Claire. My panties were still in my mouth, but at to the lowest degree I wasn't tasting myself anymore. Claire grabbed her only when pillow and pushed it under my articulatio coxae, raising my renal pelvis. Then she lowered her head word to my entrust breast and began running her tongue over it. One of her hand trailed down my belly, then, avoiding my crotch, began to tweet and rub my upper thigh. Claire's tongue found my pap, standing to attention. Through a sexual daze I felt a drop of moisture escape my kitty and slip down my butt crack to hit the pillow under my pelvic girdle. My body gave and nonvoluntary jump as the wetness slid across my prick, which in turn became a despairing air hump as my dead body begged for Claire to pay attention to my kitty. I grabbed the rachis of her foreland and pressed her face harder into my breast.

A barbarian bite to my mammilla made me cry out in pain and pleasure, panties falling from my mouth as a pocket-sized orgasm hit me, the first I'd ever had with no direct stimulation to my snatch or clit. As I gasped in impact, Claire moved her mouth over to my other breast, her hand continuing its track up and down my inner thigh, never quite landing on my privates where I so desperately needed it.

After and unknowable time that felt like hours and seconds at the Lapp metre, Claire released my breast and began kissing down my stomach. She again skipped my crotch and began kissing up and down my thigh as her mitt massaged the other thigh.

"Please,"I cried.

Claire sat up, removing her hired hand and oral cavity from me."Please what, you dirty old slut ?"

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

"Eat what ?"

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

"Why do you take it ?"

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

Hearing my admission, Claire dove in. Her hired man found my opening and two finger easily slid in, followed immediately by a third and a quarter, forcing me almost painfully exposed. At the like fourth dimension her brim, her tongue, her teeth wrapped around my clit. I tried to cry out but my lungs seized and my back arched as the orgasm hit me. Her hand worked savagely in and out of me while her mouth was almost gentle. I lost all racetrack of prison term, space, everything, overcome by along rolling orgasm.

I was half witting and wino on my own body's sense impression when Claire pulled away an eternity later. In my fog I could see my wetness clinging to her mentum and script. She stood and undid her dungaree revealing a couplet of men's boxers which in tour got pushed down to reveal a damp woodland of unkept brownish pubic hair. Her tartan tweed shirt hit the floor seconds later. Underneath it she was wearing a perspiration stained wife beater undershirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her minor breasts, capped with orotund dark areola, were clearly seeable through it.

"On your articulatio genus,"Claire commanded as she began to rummage through one of the pocket-sized dressers. I rolled over, kneeling on all foursome 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 fork before climbing onto the bed behind me. She grabbed a handful of my haircloth and used it to target my fuzz forward as she thrust the dildo into me, all the way to its base in a 1 move.

With one hand tangled painfully in my pilus, Claire fucked me decelerate and hard. Her destitute helping hand alternated between squeezing my breasts and nipples where they hung from my thorax and diving down to my button to trigger another ripple of pleasure. My legs wobbled, I was covered in sweat and moaning incoherently when her hand finally left my tit and pussy alone. A few irregular later Claire let go of my hair and go around my fanny cheeks apart. Then there was a firm wet pressure 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 play. It was always terrible and made me feel dirty.

Of form Claire ignored me. She continued to sleep together me with the strapon as she increased the pressure on my asshole. I tried my better to rivet 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 salamander forcing its way into my sphincter. Soon her pollex was as deep in my ass as Claire could pressure it, and there she left it, never stopping her steady nookie of my slit. My body betrayed me ; I had another orgasm before she finally pulled first the dildo from my pussy and finally her quarter round from my ass.

My relief was unawares 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 pussycat, was now a giant monster invading my ass. I tried to draw in away but Claire kept a firm grip on my hip as she sodomized me. Tears streamed down my face as the dildo went in as cryptic as it could, Claire's second joint pressing against my butt nerve. It was then that she reached around and found my clitoris again, adding acute pleasure to the bother. She fucked me like that, driving hard and grinding into my son of a bitch like a maniac while furiously working my button for what seemed like hours but was probably only ten minutes. To my shame I came twice more, each orgasm sending contractions throughout my body, including my prick which clamped down even harder on the dildo, adding More infliction to the pleasure.

With my last sexual climax Claire stopped fucking me, but didn't withdraw the dildo. Instead she unbuckled the harness and left the dildo in my ass, dangling the strap. I collapsed to the bed and had a moment of respite before Claire rolled me over. Her genu straddled my head and her snatch dropped onto my rima oris, my nose becoming lost in a thicket of pubic hair. She smelled musky and dank, stimulation amalgamate with stale sweat from working outside all day. I could tell that it had been at least a day since her hold out shower, but that didn't stop me from devouring her. My knife ran from the bottom of her slit to the top over and over, sending a rivulet of wetness and saliva down my throat. I sent my lingua diving as oceanic abyss into her as I could, feeling the velvety softness inside her twat. Claire moaned and ground down onto my font, her hair tactual sensation like a knockout leech rubbing my nose and impertinence raw.

As the grinding reached a pyrexia sales pitch I moved my attentions to Claire's surprisingly pocket-sized and ticklish clit, still mostly under its thug. I wrapped my lip around it as she let out and explosive groan. I sucked her button past my lips and began to work it with my lingua. I didn't think it was potential but Claire got even wetter. Her juice dribbled down my chin and she ground harder and harder onto my face, occasionally crushing my nose and cutting off my air. I didn't layover, couldn't layover. She finally came with an explosive grunt and settled heavily onto my cheek, panting as she came down off the orgasmic high.

Claire rolled off my face and lay down beside me, both of us panting. Eventually she opened the draftsman of her bedside mesa and pulled out a knit fag package. She lit us both a smoke and the nicotine sense of smell joined that of sweat and sex. I took a couple of drags before reaching down to take out the dildo still lodged in my ass.

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

My face burned with overplus as I remembered the low accident that had followed the final clock time Claire fucked me in the ass. I got up and hobbled out of the sleeping accommodation, the dildo making it uneasy and painful to walk.

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

Just like after the death time I let Claire use me, I promised myself it would never take place again. Maybe I would hold my promise this time .