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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Following a move to a rented house near Wolverhampton we began, on occasions, to use our local pub - the place was a nondescript street corner establishment, so very commonplace during the era of heavy industry, but leaner times had begun to thin them out around the time of our arrival.
The landlord was a Sikh, in his late fifties with a corpulent belly and a worldy air, I got to know him a little as we settled in to the area - he became the first of our new neighbours to enjoy Jane.
It happened by pure chance - I had phoned to say that I would be home late, owing to traffic, and would stop of at the 'Queens Head' for a beer. I invited Jane to join me and she agreed.
I arrived as the landlord was preparing to close, but he obliged a regular, and pulled a couple of beers, one for me and one for the soon to arrive, Jane - she duly strolled in after a few minutes and we chatted about the day's events and made general small talk. With no one else in the pub my mind soon began to explore the possibilities - on one hand I was a little reluctant to offer out Jane so close to home but on the other hand it seemed a golden opportunity.
As Singh disappeared on one of his routine tasks I broke the news to her - she protested that it was too close to home and that he might gossip - unfortunately for Jane I was sold on the idea and told her to go to the ladies and remove her underwear and prepare to offer herself for sex. She disappeared before the landlord returned, whereupon I ordered another beer and asked him if he fancied fucking Jane.
As always the offer was greeted with incredulity, but I assured him that I liked this kind of thing and that I had sent her to remove her underwear and, if he wanted, he could join her in the ladies and do as he pleased.
He left me alone in the bar and I continued to drink my beer.
Within a couple of minutes I could hear a low conversation in the corridor and then Jane's voice saying 'no, no' before relenting with, 'oh, alright then, I will'. I listened to his moans for a few minutes before he finally let out a gasp of pleasure, indicating that he had finished with her.
Jane walked into the bar causing me to look up and at her - the sight that greeted me transformed this rather mundane performance into an erotic highlight.
She had dirty knees, which I found strangely erotic, and her blouse was open to her navel - excellent, but the best was to come.
She walked over to me and opened her mouth.
It was full of his cum.
Momentarily stunned, I said the first and only thing that came into my head.
'Swallow it'.
She grimaced as she swallowed, before coughing and picking up my beer to swill out her mouth - I immediately shouted our goodbyes to Singh (who had not reappeared), and hurried home with Jane.
She told me, as I was fucking her, that the landlord had given her the instruction not to swallow but to show me what she had been doing - I gave him full marks for his perverted style - and told Jane that she would be swallowing a second load in just a couple of minutes. |
