I have picked up fucks all over the place, but I picked up my best fuck ever in a hotel bar. It was just after my divorce came through and I was footloose and fancy free, so I soon became a regular at a local watering hole, Jacks Bar, and gosh this story makes me cringe when I think about it.

One night I was dancing with this guy, a lot younger than me and good looking, he was a regular in Jacks Bar too. We were getting a bit out of control and went to the ladies, where one thing led to another and I was soon down on my knees giving him a BJ.

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Pulling my shirt over my head, he reach down and stood me up with my back to him, down came my pants around my knees and up went my skirt and he was fucking me from the back. I was so excited, I came nearly the instant he entered me.

He went at it, pounding away at me, my pants round my ankles and driving his massive hardon into my cunt, for a maximum of two or three minutes before he came too. Afterwards, leaving the bathroom and continuing dancing where we had left off, it was the best fuck I’d had in years.

This was long before I became a freelance writer and I held a responsible position at a health management company. We had a problem with a sick receptionists, so I called for a temp at our regular agency.

In this girl came and she worked out fin, but one day we were chatting, I could not figure out why I had this feeling I knew her. One day while chatting she said that she thinks her fiancé knows me, and did I ever go to Jacks Bar.

Not thinking about it that much I said yes, so she told me his name, but it didn’t mean that much to me, I was not great at catching and hanging onto names. But I got a feeling that it might have been the toilet fuck guy. Then a day or so later I walked into reception and this guy was waiting for her and it was hi m.

I nearly dropped dead on the spot and trying to keep a calm persona was almost impossible. I felt bad that her guy had cheated on her and all I could picture was him with is tongue down my throat and worse.

My hotel bar fuck had come back to haunt me in the worse possible way, but when I told my boss the story he thought it was hysterical. I couldn’t believe I had been such a stupid tart, and I never caught his name

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