couple of fifties. He trusted John, who would make sure any surplus ran as a credit on his bar tab. The tab was a privilege of being a long-time customer, and Luke was one of the few regulars who had one. This was one reason why Kinney spent most of his time with Luke when they were at the bar. Always looking for a freebie.
Luke followed Kinney and his flavor of the day out to the back of the building. He slipped on his jacket just before he walked out.
“Nice jacket,” cooed the blonde, whose name was Austin. She slipped her arm through his and hung close by him.
She didn’t smell like Emily. Austin had more of a cheap perfume kind of appeal. Luke shook his head, trying to get Em out of his mind. This was business, not pleasure.
Kinney flipped the switch to the outside lights off, and the concrete and grass disappeared to black. The four of them walked out in the darkness. The July night was hot and sticky. Luke was tempted to take off his jacket again.
“Oh, baby,” said Austin, sliding against him, pushing him against the rough boards of the building. Her ample breasts, that couldn’t be real, pushed into his chest as her cheap perfume filled his nose. She kissed him hungrily, pressing her form to him, demanding a response.
In the background he heard things getting immediately real for Kinney. The sound of his zipper ripping down his jeans was unmistakable, the slurping noises that soon followed even more so.
“Yeah, sugar. Suck that. You like that don’t you, you dirty whore? Take it down, all the way down, slut.”
Some people got off on dirty talk but not Luke. He never did, nor could he ever think of women as whores or sluts, even if his companion was doing her best to act like one.
Austin slowly unzipped his jeans and slid her hand inside, rubbing his length. She was obviously trying to mimic the action her friend was already doing. “Feels good, baby, nice and big,” she breathed. “Austin would like some of that.”
Yeah, he bet she would. Trouble was, since the day he left Emily he hadn’t had the inclination. Oh, he had his morning wood, just as he should, but trying to do anything with it proved useless. And now, despite Austin’s ardent attentions he didn’t even twitch.
He supposed the reason was because of the shitty way he had left Emily, with those awful words and cold exit. Even if he had done it to keep her away from him, to keep her safe, as he descended into the dark underworld of criminal gang activity, he still felt like dirt about it. Thinking about it now wasn’t helping his dick.
“Hey, baby,” he said to Austin, pulling her hands away. “Save dessert for later. I have an appetizer for you.”
His fingers sought her nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt and pinched it hard. She gasped as Luke’s other hand reached for the hem of her tight skirt and reached in to find the spot between her legs already dripping wet.
In the dark, Kinney grunted as he worked the throat of the girl on his dick. Luke pulled aside Austin’s thin panties and rubbed his thumb around her clit. Her juices slid on his fingers as he swirled around the sensitive spot. She moaned, and impulsively he fisted her hair and pulled back her head, leaving her throat exposed. At the same time he jammed two fingers inside her pussy. Austin gasped, then groaned as he pummeled her with his fingers, his thumb pressed firmly against her clit. She rocked her hips, her breathing hitched, and she gushed all over his hand.
“More!” she gasped as her insides clenched around his fingers.
Luke heard Kinney spit, “Fuck!” Then he moaned, and the girl made gurgling sounds then a spitting noise. “Damn,” Jeannie complained.
Austin threw her arms around Luke. “Oh baby. That was a great appetizer. What about the main course?”
Luke pulled out his phone, pretending he had a text. “Sorry, girl. Gotta go.” He pulled her arms from around his neck. “Aces, later, man, eh?”
“Sure, Spade,” said
Luke followed Kinney and his flavor of the day out to the back of the building. He slipped on his jacket just before he walked out.
“Nice jacket,” cooed the blonde, whose name was Austin. She slipped her arm through his and hung close by him.
She didn’t smell like Emily. Austin had more of a cheap perfume kind of appeal. Luke shook his head, trying to get Em out of his mind. This was business, not pleasure.
Kinney flipped the switch to the outside lights off, and the concrete and grass disappeared to black. The four of them walked out in the darkness. The July night was hot and sticky. Luke was tempted to take off his jacket again.
“Oh, baby,” said Austin, sliding against him, pushing him against the rough boards of the building. Her ample breasts, that couldn’t be real, pushed into his chest as her cheap perfume filled his nose. She kissed him hungrily, pressing her form to him, demanding a response.
In the background he heard things getting immediately real for Kinney. The sound of his zipper ripping down his jeans was unmistakable, the slurping noises that soon followed even more so.
“Yeah, sugar. Suck that. You like that don’t you, you dirty whore? Take it down, all the way down, slut.”
Some people got off on dirty talk but not Luke. He never did, nor could he ever think of women as whores or sluts, even if his companion was doing her best to act like one.
Austin slowly unzipped his jeans and slid her hand inside, rubbing his length. She was obviously trying to mimic the action her friend was already doing. “Feels good, baby, nice and big,” she breathed. “Austin would like some of that.”
Yeah, he bet she would. Trouble was, since the day he left Emily he hadn’t had the inclination. Oh, he had his morning wood, just as he should, but trying to do anything with it proved useless. And now, despite Austin’s ardent attentions he didn’t even twitch.
He supposed the reason was because of the shitty way he had left Emily, with those awful words and cold exit. Even if he had done it to keep her away from him, to keep her safe, as he descended into the dark underworld of criminal gang activity, he still felt like dirt about it. Thinking about it now wasn’t helping his dick.
“Hey, baby,” he said to Austin, pulling her hands away. “Save dessert for later. I have an appetizer for you.”
His fingers sought her nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt and pinched it hard. She gasped as Luke’s other hand reached for the hem of her tight skirt and reached in to find the spot between her legs already dripping wet.
In the dark, Kinney grunted as he worked the throat of the girl on his dick. Luke pulled aside Austin’s thin panties and rubbed his thumb around her clit. Her juices slid on his fingers as he swirled around the sensitive spot. She moaned, and impulsively he fisted her hair and pulled back her head, leaving her throat exposed. At the same time he jammed two fingers inside her pussy. Austin gasped, then groaned as he pummeled her with his fingers, his thumb pressed firmly against her clit. She rocked her hips, her breathing hitched, and she gushed all over his hand.
“More!” she gasped as her insides clenched around his fingers.
Luke heard Kinney spit, “Fuck!” Then he moaned, and the girl made gurgling sounds then a spitting noise. “Damn,” Jeannie complained.
Austin threw her arms around Luke. “Oh baby. That was a great appetizer. What about the main course?”
Luke pulled out his phone, pretending he had a text. “Sorry, girl. Gotta go.” He pulled her arms from around his neck. “Aces, later, man, eh?”
“Sure, Spade,” said
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