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Miss Viv knows what you single men are always looking for, pussy.  All day long you dream of deep long blow-jobs, while you stroke your cock, planning your weekend hunt, for some hot wet mouth. Isn’t it fortunate, that when you come home, empty handed, but with your balls aching for release, there’s a helping hand, just a hot phone sex call - away?

Perhaps the start of this new erotic story, will get you in the mood!

The Switch Part 1

I walked into the bar like I’d done so many times before. It was dark, the smoke burned my eyes, and it smelled of thirty years of beer and spilled cocktails. There was just one reason for my being there that night. I had the itch. My balls were swollen and filled with jizz and I wanted a fuck. Just another one-night stand. I never expected what I got.

I walked up to the bar and scoped out the talent as I ordered my beer. I always try not to be too obvious this early. I learned a long time ago that early evenings attracted a lot of couples and more than once, I’d had to back off after some hot chick I had sent a free drink turned out to have a boyfriend who’d just stepped off to hit the washroom for a piss. They got a free drink and I sometimes got the threat of a fist to my face. Luckily, it’d never gone any further than that. Now, I knew to sit and bide my time until the couples had begun to clear out, leaving myself and a few others, mostly over-the-hill lotharios and drunks, to divide up the bored housewives, skags, drunks, and just plain horny chicks who hung out in a place like this alone on a weekday night.

Anyway, I picked out a few to watch in the first fifteen minutes I was there. I occupied myself in idle conversation with the bartender about the weather, watched some sports on the bar’s big screen, and within a couple of hours, my options had closed to just one. A thin redhead, edging towards the MILF catagory, had been sitting in one of the booths downing rum and cokes since before I’d arrived and she looked ripe. She had great tits about the size of oranges that were barely covered by a tube-top and a skirt that just went down to mid-thigh and her legs were covered in sheer, black hose. They were beautiful stems, slender and long and just the sort of thing I liked wrapped around my neck and squeezing me tight as I pounded away at a pussy. Her eyes were darting around the room. Obviously, she was looking for a good time. I was it.

To Be Continuded ….