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NEWS & EVENTS

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The smoking hot blond glanced at the mantle and saw several pictures of a woman and children.   Gesturing toward the pictures, Shelly was upset.   “Is this your family???  I thought you weren’t married!  No wedding ring either – you sure didn’t mention this at The Blues Bar!  I’m out of here.”
Before Shelly could move, a strong male voice stopped Shelly in her tracks.  “I was married.  I am a widower.  Those are pictures of my wife and children.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry – what happened?  Cancer?  She was beautiful.”
“She and the kids… “  Connor’s voice faded and became silent.  “I’m sorry, I really don’t want to talk about this right now… “  Changing topics quickly, Connor continued “can I get you something to drink?  I have a fully stocked bar with soda, juice, tea, coffee, milk, whatever you’d like.”
Curious to know more, Shelly thought maybe a drink might loosen Connor up.  “I’d love a margarita, is that too much trouble?”
“With Don Julio Real or Anejo Patron?”  Shelly was a 38dd and Connor’s cock was twitching at the thought of sliding his cock between those massive mounds.  His alcohol tolerance was very high and he thought the tasty, premium Tequila would put Shelly in a receptive mood.  Most of his bar pickups were pretty willing if they came home with him.
Shelly blushed.  “I only know about Cuervo – is that bad?”
Chucking softly, Connor explained.  “Cuervo is kind of like a Heinken.  Not bad, but not nearly as good as Don Julio or Patron.”  Waving his arm around the richly appointed living room, he continued.  “I’m fortunate enough to appreciate and afford the higher-end stuff.” 
“Yeah, I kinda figured that when I saw you driving that BMW convertible.  Very nice car!  Maybe you can take me for a ride sometime?  I love convertibles.”
Connor smiled.  “I like the Beemer too.  Please look around and I’ll get your drink.”  Yeah, and I’ll take your for the ride of your life and watch your tits bounce like crazy over the bumpy roads in this town too… 
As Connor walked over to the built-in bar – neatly hidden behind a room divider – Shelly walked around the room.  Wow this guy is loaded, she thought.  Crystal vases, marble floors, mahogany walls…  If I could keep him happy, he could be my ticket out of …  Hot guy too.  Tall, brown hair, blue-grey eyes, dressed in Polo, nice shoes.  I wonder if his cock is as big as his hands and feet…
“One mango margarita with Patron for the lady.  Hope you don’t mind a little salt around the rim.”  Rim.  Yes.  Rim jobs.  I am so gonna take that beautiful ass tonight too.
“I love mango and the salt is just perfect.  Perfect like this house, like your car.”  Perfect like you…
“Thank you.  That’s nice to hear.  I figure since I am here more than not, I should make my place very comfortable for both my and guests.”
“Guests?”
“Yes, I have clients here from time to time.  I don’t have an office, but use my home as a meeting place when needed.”
“Oh.  Sounds cool.  What is your business?”
“A little of this, a little of that.  Enough to survive on.”  And give me plenty of time to fuck hot bodies like you. 
Shelly looked pleased.  “Can I see more of the house?  And this drink is delicious – I’d like another, please.”
“Absolutely to both.  I made a pitcher of this and I hate to see mangos go to waste!”  Tour.  Around your body in a couple hours, maybe all night…  How much can you take, honey?
Refilling Shelly’s drink, Connor noted that her eyes were staring to glaze over.  “Be careful with this stuff, Shelly.  Patron goes down smooth and hits hard.  I’d hate to see you get sick.”  You are going to be so fucking mine.  You will do anything, won’t you?  Just what I like.  Going to be a good night.
“It is getting a little warm in here, would you mind if I took off my blazer?”
Taking Shelly’s blazer and hanging it in the closet, Connor noticed her nipples were seriously aroused under her thin white, silk top.  Shelly’s breasts were large, full, and demanding attention.
“Ready for the tour?”
“Sure – let me just have a little more of this great mangomargaretville…  Ooops.  I mean margarmangoville.”  Falling into fits of giggles, Shelly’s drink sloshed over the rim.  “Oh no – I’m sobby.  I’ll cean it up.  Can I have a trowel?”
“Only on the floor, no problem, Shelly.  I’ll grab a rag…”  Quickly going to the bar, Connor grabbed a towel with his initials and started to bend down to clean up the spill.
“I spilt it.  Let me cean it up.  Prease give me the trowel.”
Connor handed over the towel and watched as Shelly struggled to bend down gracefully while keeping her skirt from riding up her thighs.  Unsuccessful, Shelly got on knees and started to wipe with the net result of pushing the little puddle from one area a few inches over and repeating the process two more times.  Satisfied, Shelly looked up at Connor from her knees and saw a large cock in front of her face.
Connor watched amused as Shelly tried in vain to clean up the little spill.  He knew the spill wouldn’t be a problem, but he loved the view down Shelly’s top and decided to make an aggressive move.  Shelly was single, hot, and probably looking for a sugar-daddy and he was going to take advantage.
Reaching down to his crotch, Connor unzipped his pants - he went commando tonight - and pulled out his rapidly hardening cock.
Shelly displayed no surprise or shock.  She’d obviously done this before, more than once.  She automatically opened her mouth and took in the member in front of her.  She loved the smell and taste of Connor’s dick and crotch, and was drunklingly determined to give him the best blowjob of his life.  Swallowing as much as she could, Shelly gagged on the last couple inches but continued bobbing up and down, each time taking a little more inside her mouth and throat.
“Oh yes, baby – that feels so good.  Suck my cock.  Take me deep in your mouth.  Yeessss.”
Encouraged by his words, Shelly doubled her efforts, gagging and swallowing, choking and drooling on Connor’s pole.   She was so close (it would hurt her throat tomorrow) to taking it all - she wanted to prove to Connor that she could deep throat. 
Seeing her efforts only turned Connor on more.  He wanted to face fuck her.  He wanted to be down her throat.  Hands around the back of Shelly’s head, Connor pushed in and gently told Shelly to breath through her nose.  “Take me down, Shel – you can do it.  Breath through your nose.  Suck and pump.  Suck and pump my cock.  Take me deep and make me cum down your throat.”
Basically forced to accept his cock, Shelly finally relaxed her throat muscles and took all of Connor.  Face impaled on his dick, Shelly continued to stoke with her hands as Connor’s orgasm neared.
“Oh yeah.  That’s it, baby.  I’m gonna cum.  Cum in your mooouuuuttththhhth.  YYYEEESSSSSSSSS.  OHHHH, YYYYEEESSSSSS.”  Connor squirted four times right down Shelly’s throat, quickly pulled out and came a little on her lips and chin.  Putting his cock back in her mouth for cleanup, Shelly finished her “job” by taking the rest of his white juice.
“Mmmmm..  Did you like?  Your cock is big.  I tink u got all the way in me.” 
With the towel that Shelly used, Connor wiped his cock off and helped Shelly to the sofa.  “That was very nice, thanks.  I’d like to return the favor…”  This is where it gets fun, Shelly.  You passed the first test ok, but can you really impress me?

 

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