Just my luck my car died in the middle of the worst part of town. I called AAA and it was going to be an hour and a half before they could get to me. Across the street there was a seedy little dive. The light over the door blinking on and off read THE FORNICATION STATION. I could see my car from there and have a few drinks. I was sure that a public place, no matter that it was a dive, was better then sitting in my car.
After my eyes adjusted to the light I could see several girls sitting at the bar. They were dressed like prostitutes and cussing and carrying on like sailors.
I took a seat at the bar next to them and ordered a drink. I couldn’t help listening to their conversation.
They were talking about how “the new girl” was green and how much fun it was that this guy shoved her to the floor and held her face to that pussy making her lick and suck it. She fought and pushed back, they thought she was going to puke. But she finally gave in and made that bitch she was licking cum harder then any one else ever had.
They laughed at how this guy shoved his cock in “the new girl’s” pussy just as she made the other chick cum and gave her a good fuck for a job well done.
I have to admit my sweet honey pot was getting wet listening and even after I got home I couldn’t get the story out of my mind.
When I fell asleep I dreamed of a man holding me down and making me suck pussy. It was me on the bed only I had blonde hair. I was licking my own honey pot.
I woke up rubbing myself and smiling at the story those hookers from The Fornication Station told that gave me such a great dream.
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