All the regulars are in tonight, but it's Dave that catches my eye. He's always been a shy one, but I can tell he's packing something big in those jeans of his. I saunter over to him, my hips swaying in this tight leather skirt, and lean over the bar so my tits are right in his line of sight. The neckline of my low-cut shirt is barely hanging on, and I know he's getting a good look at my cleavage. "What can I get you, sweetie?" I ask with a wink.
He stammers out his order, his eyes glued to my chest. I giggle and pour his drink, making sure to give him an extra long look at the goods. The cool glass feels good in my hand, but not as good as I know his cock will. "You're staring," I say, pretending to be shy. "Can't help it," he murmurs, his cheeks turning a delicious shade of red. "They're just so... big."
I lean in closer, my tits practically spilling out. "You like what you see?"
"Fuck yes," he says, his voice a little louder than he probably meant it to be.
"Want to see more?" I whisper, my breath hot against his ear.
His eyes go wide, and he nods, unable to form words. I lean back and grab his hand, leading him around the back of the pub where it's quieter. "You know what's going to happen now, don't you?" I ask, a devilish smile playing on my lips.
"I hope so," he says, his voice shaky with anticipation.
"You're going to get what you've been dreaming of," I tell him, pushing him against the wall. I drop to my knees, and his cock springs out, thick and hard, just like I knew it would be. "But you have to be quick. My husband might come home."
"Don't worry," I say, unbuttoning his pants. "He's at a meeting. And even if he did, he'd probably just join in. We're swingers."
Dave's eyes widen even more, but he doesn't say anything. He's too busy watching as I take his cock in my hand and stroke it. It's like a baseball bat, thick and veiny, and it feels so good in my grip. I lean in and take the tip in my mouth, my tongue swirling around his head. He groans, and I can feel his hands tightening in my hair.
I take him deeper, my mouth stretching around his thickness. My tits bounce with every bob of my head, my nipples hard and sensitive. I love the way his cock feels, the way it fills my mouth completely. I can't get enough of it. I suck and lick, my cheeks hollowing out as I take him as far as I can.
"Oh fuck, Jane," he says, his voice strained. "Your tits are amazing."
I look up at him, my eyes glazed with lust. "You like them?"
"They're fucking perfect," he says, and I can tell he means it.
I stand up and straddle him, my skirt riding up so he can see my wet, bare pussy. "You want to fuck me?" I ask, rubbing myself against him.
He nods, and I guide his cock inside me. It's a tight fit, but oh, it feels so good. He's so big, stretching me out, filling me up. I moan as he starts to thrust, his cock hitting me in all the right places. My tits bounce with every movement, slapping against my chest.
We're fucking like animals, right there in the back of the pub. I can feel my pussy getting wetter with every stroke, and I know I'm going to cum soon. "Fuck me harder," I tell him, and he obliges, his hips slamming into mine. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room, along with our grunts and moans.
I lean back, giving him an even better view of my tits as they sway and jiggle. He reaches out and grabs them, squeezing them as he fucks me harder. I can feel his cock getting even thicker, and I know he's close. "Cum for me, Dave," I say, and that's all it takes.
He lets out a roar and fills me up with his hot, sticky cum. I ride out his orgasm, my own building up inside me. When he's done, I lean forward and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips. "You're so good, the best I have ever had..." I whisper, stroking his cock until it's soft.
"We can't do this again," he says, his voice still shaky.
"Oh, we will and don't worry," I tell him, winking. "I'll make sure it's worth it every time."
We both laugh, and I straighten up, fixing my clothes. "Now, go back to your drink before anyone gets suspicious," I say, slapping him on the ass.
He nods, still in a daze, and heads back to the bar. I watch him go, smiling to myself. Another satisfied customer. And if my husband does come home, well, all the better. He loves watching me with other guys almost as much as I love the attention.
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