How Did He Know? Pt. 01

`So I'm sitting at the pub drinking with the guys and talking sports and pussy. I'm wearing work boots, jeans and a white T shirt.

I'm also wearing purple panties and a butt plug wishing I was getting spit roasted by big cocks.

I'm very restless on my bar stool as I grind my hungry hole down on it trying to feel it deep...and not get caught. I need to get fucked like a bitch in heat.

I was sitting talking to my friends with my back to another section of the bar. When I turned back to the bar to order some shots, I noticed a tall black guy about 5 barstools away and he gives me a "sup" nod and looks right at me. I nod back and turn to the shots that just arrived.

As I'm drinking my shot I thought, "I wonder what I look like from the back when I'm wiggling my butt down?" Could that dude possibly know my secret?

I turn to put my shot glass on the bar and glance in his direction...but he's gone. I was relieved but also...I don't know...intrigued?

Three nights later, I need to meet my bookie at the bar as I did surprisingly well on the Final Four. I did an edible a couple hours before so I'm feeling nice and mellow in my pink lace crotchless panties. My new, bigger butt plug arrived today and I had to go slow getting it in. It vibrates and has a remote control. I had it on low in the truck driving here. I think it's too loud and too risky for the bar. What a way for one of my friends to catch me! So I leave the remote in the truck.

I stand the whole time I'm settling up with the bookie. When he leaves, and if nobody is around, I plan to sit down hard on the closest bar stool and ride the thrill of my secret.

We do a shot for good luck and he heads out. I look around and see that nobody is near the stool next to me so I back up and drop all my weight on my butt and WOW, I've never had anything that deep inside me! It takes my breath away and I look down to gather myself.

I take a couple deep recovery breaths and look up to see that tall black guy walk in the bar and directly over to me. I look away quickly thinking it's just really bad timing but fuck...he's soon standing right next to me. I stand up as I'm paying my tab and he says, "Yo, get us some shots."

Me: "I'm leaving now. Maybe next time."

He leans his head close to mine and says in my ear "I'm going to give you what you want, bitch."

I look at him and he smiles and shows me his phone. It's a video clip of an older white CD with red hair sucking a huge black cock. "Am I right, sissy? You want me to make you my bitch with this big cock? I saw you the other night, humpin that chair like that ass is itching."

"Is that your cock, sir?"

WTF? Why did I just call him sir? And why the fuck am I asking another man about his cock?

He smiles because now he knows.

"I knew it. I've converted so many straight white boys to sissy sluts for my cock, I done lost count. Forget about the shot, let's go for a ride, we gotta talk, bitch."

I didn't want to make a scene in the bar, so I followed him to his car but I didn't get in. I could smell the weed emanating from the car as he walked me around to the drivers side. His friend was driving and when Marcus introduced me to him, I saw the redhead CD girl from the video and she was sucking Keith's huge black cock.

She came up for air and Keith blew a long stream of smoke into her mouth. She looked right at me with glassed-over eyes, blew the smoke onto Keith's monster cock and then stuffed half of it back in her mouth. Like she couldn't live without it.

I'm freaking the fuck out. I've got friends and dudes I do business with in this bar right now. I gotta get outa here.

"I knew you were in the wrong bar when I saw you grinding your ass the other night, faggot," Then Marcus grabbed my hand and put it on his cock. "I know what you need, sissy. Where you parked?"

I'm still watching Keith push that sissy's head down on his beautiful, glistening tool and she is moaning like a whore. I can see her hand rubbing his huge balls and just like that, I let out a moan just like hers because Marcus had moved behind me, grabbed my ass and leaned in to say, "I told ya I know what ya want, slut. My cock's bigger, ain't it?" OMG. Apparently, my hand had stroked him to full staff. It felt like a bat. "Balls too." Of course my hand needed to confirm this, which elicits another moan from me.

"Yo. I got something you're gonna like sissy, now open your car."