West Palm Slut Daylight Fading Ch. 06

"You don't need to do this every time I fix something or put something together for you," Javier said looking down at me.

"I know," I said as I rose from my knees.

I had asked Javier to help me put together a cheap new dresser I bought. Somehow, someway I had ended up on my knees, blowing him as a thank you.

I had told myself I was going to stop meeting up like this with Javier. His wife, Sonia, had befriended me out at the pool. She was sweet and nice and had made a habit of sneaking mixed drinks in styrofoam cups out to the pool for us to enjoy. We were becoming friends, yet here I was swallowing her husband's cum while she was at work. Meeting with Javier was convenient though and I was coming to grips with the fact I had no sexual morals anymore.

Javier left as he always did post-ejaculation. I climbed in the shower in preparation for dinner. Derek had reached out and asked me to meet him downtown. I didn't know what he wanted but I was excited to see him again. He was the only boyfriend I had during my time down here and I missed that. If given the opportunity I would try my best not to screw it up again.

In anticipation I had scheduled a hair appointment and my locks were once again a shiny platinum blond. I had also lost about 10 pounds in the past three weeks on a diet of cocaine, cigarettes, and vodka. My stomach was so hungry I could hear it growling as it digested Javier's cum.

I drove to the bar Derek and I had our first date at and took a seat at the bar. I knew both the bartenders - Clint and Becca. They both had been frequent customers at my first job. The service industry was its own little community and most of us knew each other.

It was already getting late on a Monday and the bar was fairly empty. There was an old couple in the corner and two guys watching baseball at the bar, but no sign of Derek.

"Waiting for someone?" Becca asked.

"I was supposed to meet a friend for a late dinner but it looks like they might have bailed."

"Well that's rude!"

"I know. To be honest, I needed to get out of the house anyway."

"Are you still living with Courtney?"

Clint's head spun around and shot Becca a look.

"What?" she hit back at him.

"We had a falling out," I admitted. "How did you know Clint?"

"How do we know anything about each other. This town is gossipy, especially when it involves others in the service industry."

"How much do you know?"

"About you? A lot."

Becca looked at me with her eye brows raised, nodding in affirmation, before heading to tend to the few customers.

"Like what?" I quizzed Clint. I didn't believe him and was calling his bluff.

"Do you really want to go here?" Clint asked.

"Yes. Spill it Clint."

"Alright. I know the reason you had a falling out with Courtney is because you fucked her boyfriend. I know you sucked a guy behind the dumpster where you work. I know you're infatuated with Jimmy. That he calls you a six star general. That you sucked him and his roommate at the same time. And that you seem to enjoy sucking. I played in a golf tournament last week with Jimmy and we counted nine men at the tournament who you had blown. Want me to keep going?"

"No," I said sheepishly. I had called his bluff and lost.

I ordered another shot to drown my embarrassment.

"How are you getting home?" Becca asked.

I was clearly drunk and in no shape to drive.

"I can give her a ride home," Clint volunteered.

"I'll close up. You can clock out and take her home."

I stumbled out to Clint's car and he drove me back to my apartment.

"Do you want to come in for a drink?" I asked Clint.

"No. I'm good."

"You sure?" I asked again, this time drunkenly rubbing my hand on his thigh.

He looked down at my hand and then back at me.

"I'll come in but no drink."

I knew his intentions. He had just made no secret of them.

We walked inside and went straight to the bedroom. I told him to get naked and lay on the bed as I did the same. His dick was limp but wouldn't be for long.

I crawled between his legs and drunkenly took his dick in my mouth. It grew hard quickly and I had no problem taking his nearly seven inches all the way down.

"I guess this makes ten men from the golf tournament," I laughed in my head.

His dick was rock hard and I took it out of my mouth and licked the hardness from his base to his tip. His dick had a scent which made sense considering he just worked a long shift, and I found it more erotic than off-putting.

I licked his balls, tasting the perspiration of a long day worked. I traveled even further south and rolled his legs back. My tongue slowly massaged his ass. His breathing and moans let me know he was enjoying this. I continued licking and tickling his asshole with my tongue for another five minutes. It turned me on seeing how much he enjoyed this and I licked it more aggressively while he slowly jerked himself.

"Do you have a condom?" Clint asked.

"No. What are those?" I shot back.

We both laughed.

He sat up and positioned me on all fours.

"Where's the lube?"

"I think I'm wet enough."

"Where's the lube?!" Clint said sternly while grabbing the scruff of my neck.

"It's in the drawer."

Clint poured some lube onto my asshole and wasted no time pushing into me. The entry was clumsy enough that it probably would have hurt quite a bit had I not been so drunk.

Clint was not gentle. I felt like a dog in heat being mounted by a more powerful dog. At one point I looked back and he was standing and thrusting down forcefully into my ass. It was so hard I was struggling to stay on all fours.

He pulled my hair as he fucked my ass harder than I had experienced. I couldn't take much more as I collapsed onto my stomach and his dick fell out of my ass.

He grabbed me by the waist and rolled me over. His hands pushed my legs toward my chest and my feet were now in my line of sight. He pushed into my ass once again, just as powerfully as before. It hurt more in this position so I rubbed my clitoris to even out the pleasure-pain ratio.

My body was awaiting that touch and came quickly and intensely.

"Your body liked that, didn't it?" Clint said. "I should have guessed you were an anal slut too."

He thrusted harder and harder into my ass. His full seven inches entered me each time his body dropped on top of mine.

Finally, he pulled out of my ass. I figured he had cum but I was wrong. He climbed up my body and shoved his dick in my mouth as I laid on my back. It caught me off guard and I gagged as his weight of his pelvis pushed down on my face and his dick pushed down my throat.

As he fucked my mouth my mind raced between gasping for air and realizing the cock that was just in my ass was now in my mouth. He stopped pumping and held his dick in my mouth as he unloaded his cum.

He rolled off me and got dressed as I laid there naked.

"Why don't you just stay the night?"

"Why? I already came," Clint stated seriously. "By the way, I also know about Atlanta. You are one piece of work Kelly."

And with that he left.