Public pussy worship is something I never thought I’d have done to me. Sex behind closed doors is one thing, and even sex in front of a camera is another. But sex in public? That feels too nasty for even my taste. Or at least it did until I tried it with one of my best girlfriends. I should have listened to one of my favorite pieces of advice:
Don’t knock it until you try it.
Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures
Do you know how it is after a breakup when you want to cry into ice cream? Afterward, I feel that about two days, and then I get horny. I crave attention, especially if I’ve had a “Daddy” type boyfriend who just became an ex-boyfriend. Lost to the wind, and my own devices, I want to get back in the game as soon as possible to fill that need. That’s why girlfriends are the best.
Close girlfriends understand the need for pussy worship, even (or rather especially) if it’s public pussy worship, to hype up their fallen sisters. Marcy knew exactly what I needed.
- Shots (shots, shots, shots. OKAY.) just like the Lil Jon song
- Dressing up in something nice and slutty for our adventure out in the club
- Locating that perfect pair of “fuck me heels” way in the back of my closet that I hadn’t worn since the last time I found myself in need of a decent cock
Welcome To The Club
We picked up a couple of friends along the way to the club because girls like us never travel without a pack. Love or annoy, we always stand up for each other when one of us is in need of a good dicking down. We arrived pretty late. The ones who wanted to party remained. Guys picked off my sexy as fuck girlfriends. But I stayed at the bar and waited, soaking up free drinks by sloppy guys offering to pay for them. I’ve mentioned it before I think but it bears repeating: girls like me never buy drinks. Little did I know, all of my girls were vetting these guys and getting them lined up for me to experience some public pussy worship!
Public Pussy Worship
They lined up all the way down the bar and brought offerings of drinks. Then each one, in turn, asked if they could taste me. I honestly don’t remember how many there were.
But I do remember guy after guy dropping to his knees. If I liked them well enough, I’d spread to the side. I held their heads still with my hand while they licked at my soaked slit until I squirted in their mouths. The more I had to drink, the more difficult it was to stay seated on the barstool.
my thighs and allow them to pull my panties
Fortunately, I had several guys volunteer to hold my thighs wide open while I laid back against the bar on my forearms. They took turns sucking my swollen clit and fingerfucking me until I was squirming and writhing. I came so hard I screamed but I still wasn’t done!
You Wanna Go Where Everybody Knows…
By then, I was pretty well exhausted, but the guys weren’t done with the public pussy worship. I’m not saying they called up their friends and invited them down to the club, but I’m not not saying that, either. One of the larger men, 100% All-American Beef, lifted me right up onto his face with no effort whatsoever. He swung my legs over his shoulders and closed his mouth over my cunt. He didn’t stop licking, flicking and sucking until I was tugging his hair and begging him to stop because I couldn’t possibly come in his mouth one more time.
If You Don’t Know… Now Ya Know…
It wasn’t a contest. And I didn’t mean to go home with anybody. But if anybody won, I’d say it was 100% Beef. He didn’t “win” because he was the biggest, strongest, most dominant man in the room. It was entirely because he knew how to worship pussy like it was his job in public and in private.
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