Hopefully this will be a multiple chapter story but we will see how it flows. All characters are fictional and over eighteen.
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I grow excited at the thought of being touched by strangers. Nameless strangers, only interested in the pleasure I could give them, or that they could take from me. These thoughts had fuelled my fantasies for many years, growing all the time. If I ever struggled to reach orgasm I could guarantee the idea of some random stranger using me as a cum receptacle, would make me see stars.
After a long spell of no sex, I decided to make my fantasy a reality. I wrote an advert and put it online. A neck down photo of myself naked and a brief explanation. I wanted health certificates, I would be completely at the person or persons disposal. It was probably a bad idea, but I had some itches that badly needed scratching.
After a few days the replies started filtering through to my inbox. Over half I deleted straight away. A few intrigued me, but not enough to make me want to reply. Then I got the one that made my nipples stiff and my knickers instantly wet as I read it.
It announced they were holding a birthday party at a local biker bar. The birthday boy was expecting a stripper, but after they saw my advert they decided they could better for free. The idea appealed to me, a lot. I had a thing for big hairy tattooed men and if you throw in loud music and loud bikes I was a very happy bunny. I wrote a quick reply asking for more details and waited.
Apparently the party was a Saturday night, they wanted me to head over there early, go over the health certificates and finer points at the bar with a few drinks, then be waiting in the back for the real fun to start. I eagerly agreed, I had three days to get ready. I was so turned on I nearly reached for the vibrator and started masturbating there and then, I was soaking wet. I decided three days of waiting would only add to the fun.
Over the course of the next three days, I kept myself busy preparing. I had my pussy waxed completely bare, then hit the shops. I bought some new underwear, boots and a very cute little black dress from the sales rack. Skin tight, barely covering my backside with laces zig zagging up either side leaving a strip of skin bare. It was perfectly slutty.
At last the big day arrived, after a long hot bath I slowly rubbed body lotion into my skin, I stood looking in the mirror. I rolled black hold ups up my long legs to the tops of my pale thighs. I put on the new black half cup satin bra, it pushed my c cups breasts up, still showing my pink pierced nipples, already erect with excitement like little hazelnuts. I admired the flat toned stomach covered in tattoos, my cleavage arms backs and legs also had their fair share of ink.
I debated on whether to add the new panties or not, but I figured I wasn't planning on wearing them long enough to matter. I rolled the dress down like a second skin, it flattered my figure and my tits were almost falling out, it fitted around the curve of my toned arse perfectly. The knee high boots were next, tight fitting black leather covering my calves, and four inch heels made my legs go on for miles. A quick squirt of perfume, eyeliner and I was good to go.
I sat in the back of the cab, trying to ignore the driver readjusting himself as he stared in the rear view mirror. He was an elderly indian guy, his eyes kept straying to my thighs. I knew he could see the tops of my stockings. The scrutiny was make starting to make me even more aroused, the butterflies in my stomach going mad. He turned into the parking lot of the bar I decided to give him an extra thrill. I opened my legs and watched his eyes bulge as he took in the sight of my bare open pussy, I was sure he could see and smell the arousal starting to become evident on my pussy lips.
He peeled out of the lot as soon as I got out, not even waiting for his fare. I was sure he was headed to the nearest quiet lay-by to relieve himself, if he didn't already have his cock out as he drove. The thought made me shiver with anticipation as I took a deep breath and entered the bar.
It was a dive, a juke box blaring out classic Metallica, sticky floor, dirty tables and the whole place absolutely stank of stale beer, sweat and cigarette smoke. The layer of smoke hovering near the ceiling and the overflowing ashtrays told me this place didn't care too much about the smoking ban. In short it was my kind of bar. It reminded me of my twenties, back in the good old days.
A big man sat at the bar, he was about six foot three, wearing his club colours. Tattoos flowed up his big muscular arms. His hair was brown, shot through with grey, long and curly blending perfectly with a full long beard. He had sparkling, smiling, kind blue eyes. My stomach twisted at the sight of this big bear of a man. I could feel the moisture starting to pool at the tops of my thighs, overflowing from my aroused pussy.
He took my hand and engulfed it in his massive paw like hand, shook it and introduced himself as Jack. He explained he was going to be acting as security, he would keep an eye on the boys and make sure they didn't get pesky as he put it with a wink. I looked over the paperwork which all seemed fine, while I enjoyed a few rum and cokes. Although I was up for it, my nerves were jangling mixing in with anticipation and I was in serious need of some dutch courage.
