Barely a week later I was back at the same bar, but this time round with my colleagues instead. It was to celebrate one of my colleagues who was leaving, a farewell party for him.
It was rather an unexpected choice but there probably offered a better package in terms of booze and entertainment. Drinks came in in an abundant. It was almost like free flow, food and drinks were being served and consumed as though the water tap just kept flowing.
Within just barely an hour, most of us were rather tipsy and we were pretty much venturing around for entertainment. For me, I was expecting myself to be fairly stable, but truth was I wasn’t really walking straight, semi high fairly tipsy. I left the group and went to the ladies, when I’m out of the ladies, my head was a little heavy, though not to the point of no return yet, a slight heaviness. As I exited the ladies and walked back, going past a few guys, I sort of lost my steps from the heels and fell towards my left side, onto a guy.
They helped me up and thankfully I did not sprained my ankle or something. Once I’m steady, I slowly walked towards our table only to be approached by Jacob. He grabbed my hand and placed it down to his crotch, signifying his need for something. It was rocking hard underneath, I could feel its curves through it and it seems he might not even be wearing any underwear. Assisting me as he guided me out of the place, he brought me to the toilet, where he snooped around to see the coast was clear, before bringing me into the gents hastily and locking the cubicle.
He dropped his pants and revealed his cock, and yes he was really not wearing anything underneath. I wasn’t really in my best concentration to assist him to cum, so grabbing his dick in my hands, I gave him a little stroking which felt lethargic to him. The floor was undesirable, this place is really not a good place for any action. Placing some toilet paper on the floor, he told me to kneel down and his hands placed onto my head, pointing his dick against my mouth and slide it into me.
His firm hands held my head tightly as his hips moved to fuck my throat, pushing into my mouth and violating it. Pump after pump he goes, the feeling certainly felt like those porn clips whereby a guy facefucks a girl, constantly deepthroating as well as he pushed in real deep. But this seemed to turned him on a lot, as his motion was constant and he never wanted to slow down at all. After a few minutes, he suddenly slide his dick all the way to my throat and on that instant, his cum shot out without warning. This led me to choke on his cum, literally. Streams after streams of cum unloaded, he pulled out slightly as he continued releasing his cum, all still going down my mouth as I hurriedly swallowed as much as I could.
Once he was done emptying his balls, he pulled out and make me suck his cock clean before zipping up. Exiting the stall, Jacob told me to wait while he verified the place was clear, once all was cleared, he brought me out and we rejoined the group. After resting for a moment, I stood up again and went roaming around the place. This was when I bumped into someone familiar yet a stranger. It was when he spoked and mentioned about it before I realised who he was, the guy which I handed my panties over previously.
Things were rather awkward when he began conversing with me, the embarrassment from the previous ordeal was definitely still lingering around but I had to express myself right to keep things going. The awkwardness started to die down when he started bringing in jokes and spoke about other things. Some details were lost but our conversation gradually transited deeper and somehow, in my shaky mind, I do remember having a little short episode with him. Not sex though, as I recalled was giving him a handjob while he was groping me, supposedly not much feel on my end as the alcohol was intoxicating everything. After he cummed, he brought me back with the group and the remaining part of the night was more or less concluded.
My colleagues sent me home after that. 2 dicks in a night, but vaguely remember much of the details. The following day I received a text, from a guy call Royston. After some exchanging of texts, this was when I realised this was the guy that I met at the bar and given my panties to. After chatting further, realised that he was in the delivery line, a courier to be exact, seems not like the person I was expecting him to be, after all it seemed so different for him to be in that line, mismatched.
Ettu Signing Off ☺
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