Out Back

“Hey, did you forget something?” Seamus asks after tossing the trash in the bin behind the bar.

“Maybe~” coos the last patron as she opens the buttons on her top to reveal a thick and braless chest. She quickly drops to her knees pulls down his trousers.

Seamus looks up and down the dark alley. “Hey, not right here— oh! Oh fuck… unnnhh…” he leans back against the brick wall under the halogen light. His semi-hard-on is encased in thick tits, the head expertly slurped through the top of the cleavage. “Hey… uhh… hell…. That’s, that’s really — FUCK…!” He pants, feeling her tongue go exactly how he likes, kissing and slurping the head and underside. He knows he needs to hurry to meet Eddie for a drink, but his balls are working overtime to fill this late night order. 

Someone passes by along the alley, slows down for a double-take, but keeps watching as he slowly goes by. He shoots Seamus an approving OK sign and a grin. Seamus signs back and looks back down at the sloppy titjob ravaging his pole. The cleavage is flooded with a mix of precum and drool.

“Hey, lady… lady, I haven’t busted in a couple days… hey, slow downnn—ahhhh!! Shit!!” Seamus roars, tilting his head back against the side of the pub. He feels his hyperspermic load drench that rack and get whipped into cream by the undulating tits. “Whoa whoa, sensitive, slow down!” he laughed.

The customer smiled, rubbing his Irish milk over her fat stack of boobage. She pulls on her top. “See you soon, cowboy.” And walked off.

“Hell…” he muttered, catching his breath. Then seeing his watch: “Christ, Eddie!” He hurried to lock up the bar, realizing he’d just lost thirty-five minutes in a creamy time slip.