The Barfly

By Dixie Turrey

After catching her husband with another woman, Clarissa decides to take her sexual desires into her own hands. She is tired of pleasing men and decides it is time for her to be the one pleasured. She starts at a neighborhood bar where she meets Joe and spends a passionate night in a cheap motel with him. It opens her eyes to how much pleasure is out there to be found and she begins traveling to different bars, ending each night with a new person, whether it be men, women or both. A chance encounter with a high school classmate slows her one-night stands and she catches herself falling for him, until he makes a terrible mistake.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dixie Turrey
• Release date: Feb 7, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370150052

Dixie Turrey

Dixie Turrey began her writing career in a rather conventional way, by writing website copy and press releases. After years of working a boring 9-5 job, she embarked on a freelance writing career that has led her into many exotic adventures. Some of her stories have basis in real life experiences, although she has taken poetic license in embellishing them significantly. A thorough researcher, she strives to have the scenes in her book as accurate as possible, to the point of actually visiting an area where a book setting may be. Although the characters are all fictional, the belief that we are all sexual beings is deeply rooted in the author and she firmly believes that the actions in her books could become reality for someone if they chose to pursue their dreams.

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The Barfly

By Dixie Turrey

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Copyright 2017 Dixey Turrey

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The Barfly

Table of Contents

Clarissa’s Quest Begins

Joe

Cliff

Pete

Savannah

Joe’s Repeat Performance

Lane

Lane Again

Joe and Lane

Lane and Savannah

Lane’s Mistake

The End of the Quest

Preview of Dinner Party

The Barfly

Clarissa’s Quest Begins

Oh, yeah, baby, like that, Jason groaned, his hips gyrating as Clarissa’s mouth stroked his cock. Use your hand…yeah, mmmm…like that.. Jason’s hands gripped her head, guiding her as she sat on her knees on the floor of their bedroom. He stood, his jeans around his ankles, still in the t-shirt he had been wearing all day as Clarissa took his big cock deep in her throat, the way she knew he liked it. She gagged slightly, pulling her mouth back and stroking the tip of his dick with her tongue.

Do the spit thing, like in the movies, Jason moaned, his voice thick with lust. Clarissa gathered spit in her mouth and made a spitting sound on his cock, allowing some to remain on her lip as she pulled her head back, a thin stream of saliva connecting his cock to her mouth like all the porn movies he insisted they watch.

Oh, fuck, yeah, like that, baby, Jason moaned, his hips moving to push his cock back in her mouth. Take it deep. Oh, yeah, mmm….like that..let me fuck that mouth with my cock. Jason loved talking dirty to her when they had sex. The words he used sounded like they had been written by Larry Flint. Clarissa stroked his cock with her tongue, her head moving back and forth faster and faster as her hand stroked in time with her mouth. Jason’s hips moved faster, his cock slamming hard into her throat as she tried not to gag. She grunted and coughed slightly, taking him deep in her throat.

I need to come, baby, make me come, Jason groaned, his hips moving faster, his eyes on her face. She looked up at him, knowing what that he wanted another come shot, his come on her face and tits. Then, he wanted her to wipe it sensuously, licking it from her fingers. He wanted it to land in her mouth so she could purse her lips and let it ooze out onto her chin like the fake women in his porn movies.

Every time they had sex, he insisted on acting out some type of porn movie. Many times, he insisted they act out the scenes in the movie they were watching. He had even suggested they bring others into their bed and act out those scenes as well, but so far he hadn’t gone as far as finding someone and bringing them home.

She moved faster, her hand stroking in time with her mouth, taking him deep in her throat. He grunted and groaned, his hips moving to meet her thrusts. She felt his balls contract and she pulled back quickly, her hand taking over for her mouth. She positioned herself under his cock, her mouth open, watching his face as his cock jerked in her hand.

Ahhhh! he cried as his cock shot its load. Wads of white, sticky come landed on her cheek, her lips and her tongue. Jason groaned as another wad left him, landing in her hair and her eye. A third wad on her nose and the final on her lips again. Jason’s eyes glittered as he watched her wipe his come from her face, licking it from her fingers, her eyes never leaving his. She squeezed her lips shut before pursing them, come oozing from her lips and down her chin. Jason groaned, his body twitching as he watched her. When she was finished, he stepped backwards and reached for his jeans. Clarissa looked confused. She sat back on the floor, her pussy aching for release, her nipples rock hard.

What are you doing? she asked as he zipped and buttoned his jeans, fastening his belt. He headed to the kitchen where she heard him open a beer. She stood and followed him, grabbing her short bathrobe on the way and pulling it on.

He was leaned against the counter, sipping his beer when she came in the room.

Babe, I have pool league tonight, he said. Clarissa put her hands on her hips.

What about me? she asked, her robe open, her hard nipples peeking through the thin cotton. She walked over to him and put her arms around him. I want to feel that tongue on my clit, baby. Clarissa knew that talking dirty usually worked to get him to bed. This time, it had little effect on him. He pushed away and sat the empty beer bottle on the counter where she knew it would stay until she tossed it.

Babe, can we hold off until I get home? he said, picking up his car keys. This is a big match tonight and I need to warm up. He kissed her forehead and headed for the door. Clarissa knew something wasn’t right. She had a feeling that Jason was using her, that he enjoyed not having to work, driving around town in the little sports car she bought him and living in the house her grandparents had left her. Clarissa’s trust fund paid for everything they had as did the salary she made working for her father part-time in the company business.

Clarissa decided that she would surprise Jason at the bar, a place she rarely ever went as it wasn’t her style. The place was a seedy dive bar and the clientele less than desirable most of the time. She took a shower, dressed in a pair of jeans and a tight sweater that showed off her large tits and small waist. She blew her hair dry, styled it and put on makeup, her blue eyes sparkling as she thought about the evening that lay ahead. A few beers at the bar with her handsome husband and then home to finish what she had started. Her pussy ached thinking about Jason’s talented tongue on her clit.

Clarissa pulled into the parking lot of the bar and parked a few spaces from Jason’s sports car. She hopped out and locked the doors, her step light. She opened the door to the dark bar and stepped inside. There wasn’t much light and the entrance was in shadows making it difficult for people inside to know who was coming in the door. She stopped and searched the room to find her husband. What she saw stopped her dead in her tracks.

Jason was at the bar sitting in a bar stool, a beer in his hand. In his lap was a young, curvy redhead, her tongue deep in Jason’s mouth. Jason’s other hand gripped her tit, squeezing while the girl’s hand stroked her husband’s cock through his jeans. Clarissa choked back tears as she watched her husband and the woman for a few moments. When she realized they could not see her, she stepped deeper into the shadows to watch.

Jason’s hand slipped inside the sweater of the woman, baring her tight stomach. His hand slid up to her breasts, stroking