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“Oh god…yes…oh yes baby.” The guy moans as I work my tongue around his shaft; my mouth sucking on his lovely head long and hard. My small hands knead his balls as my mouth and tongue work his dick. I work faster, wanting him to shoot his cum into my mouth and just when I feel him tense up and groan, I grab a shot glass that has amaretto liqueur in it already. As he cums into my mouth, I hold back from swallowing it; even though I really want to. Once he is done-and moaning softly, I let go of him and spit his cum into the small glass. I stand up, watching his sexy tanned skin gleam with sweat and smile to myself. “Bottoms up my friend,” I say to him as I sit on his lap and make him drink the whole glass. He swallows it all and as his eyes grow wide, the guy starts to cough and look at me weird. “What the hell was that girl?” A shot of liqueur and your cum.” I wink at him and lick my lips. “Wha-” He starts to say something but I cut him off by kissing his chapped lips. While he is still dazed by that hard, passionate kiss I just gave him, I grab my trench coat and heels and walk out of the room. “Laters,” I call out as I shut the door, tying my coat closed. ~~~~~ “Hey Rin, I’m parched! Drinks on me?” My friend, Mimi, yells over the blasting music. She smiles at me through her veil of golden blonde hair. “Sure! Let’s go!” I yell back at her. We link arms walking almanbahis through the throng of dancers and make our way to the long onyx graphite counter, plopping our firm butts down on the cushioned stools. Mimi waves down the bartender and to the left of her, I notice a man gazing at her C-cup breasts that are about to fall out of her over-exposed skin tight top. She ignores him of course, just like she does to every guy who doesn’t wink at her first before staring at her big boobs. “You rang Miss?” I turn my head to gaze at the hottest man I have ever seen. He looks exactly like Damon from The Vampire Diaries-and I know a pile of drool must be pooling under my mouth!-and his name tag read Damon on it as well. “Yes I’ll have an After Sex,” Mimi says, winking at him. “And for you?” His dark eyes gleam at me with mischief. “My usual please, it’s called the Blow Job.” I’m not sure why but my cheeks heat up and I can’t help but smile sexy at him. Damon’s eyebrows reach into his hairline and we burst into giggles. “A Blow Job After Sex coming up…and you do know how to drink that properly correct?” He asks me. “Watch and find out.” I couldn’t help but flirt back. He nods and goes to make our drinks; while Mimi gushes to me. “You flirty, sexy bitch! I cannot believe he by-passed this body,” she cups he boobs and runs her hands down her body, “for you!” She almanbahis yeni giriş squeals, standing up and moving to stand behind me, she does to me what she did to herself, but makes my boobs bounce. “You’re an athlete with a tiny, tight body and thick, dark long hair, then again, I would want to fuck with you too.” Mimi says that last sentence a little too loud and all the guys around us turn and stare at her hands still cupping my breasts. “Mimi, stop it. The dogs have kids that are hardening at that thought,” I tell her and remove her hands from my B-cup boobs. She sighs and moves back to her seat, waving the guys to look away. I watch Damon as he makes our drinks. His black hair catching the light and turning blue in some areas; those dark eyes taking peeks at me every few seconds; his broad shoulders, so relaxed while making simple drinks; those hands that seem to have seen alot of work in the past. I wonder what it would be like to have those eyes staring at me; having my soft hands and long arms wrapped around those broad shoulders; his hands touching me everywhere… Stop it, Rin…Oh SHIT! He’s coming back! “Here you go ladies.” Damon places out drinks down and he meets my eyes. “Prove to me that you know how to drink that BJS right.” He leans against the counter and Mimi steals his bandana to tie my hands behind my back. “Go on Rin, show almanbahis giriş him who you are,” she whispers in my ear. A soft moan escapes me as my hands become immobile behind my back. He raises an eyebrow at us, hiding a smile. I place my lips on the glass, clutching the edge with my teeth and I tip my head back to gulp it down. Mimi takes the glass from me so that I could lick my lips clean of whip cream. “We need a few shots of Vodka, Tequila, and two more of each of our drinks pretty please,” Mimi practically purrs. I nod my head in agreement. After about a dozen shots each, I could tell that Mimi was tipsy just by how she was letting the guy she was making out with grope her. Her boobs were out of her top and my how erect her nipples had gotten within the few minutes that they have been kissing. Just by watching her, it made me want to be in the strange guy’s place. I must be tipsy because she never looked this hot before. “Another Blow Job shot miss? Or are you too drunk?” The bartender-whose name I forgot after that eighth shot-asks me. I shake my head and lean against the counter, finding him very attractive. “Hey now, what’s your name? ‘Cause I find you very attractive and sexy.” My words seem to purr out of my mouth. The hot bartender strokes my cheek and we gaze into each other’s eyes. “My name is Damon; and you my pretty young friend, is my next one night stand or my personal mouth fucker.” “Huh?” I look at him, then look around noticing for the first time that the four of us were the last ones here. Damon climbs over the counter and sits in front of me, grinning very mischievously.