**Bar Night with Gay and Ken**

The bar was packed tonight, sweaty bodies grinding to the bass-heavy music, and the air smelled like spilled beer and cheap perfume. I’d just finished my third whiskey when I saw *her*—Gay, a regular here, all curves and confidence in a tight black dress that barely covered her ass. She caught me staring and smirked, then sauntered over, her hips swaying with every step.

“You look like you need something more fun than drinking alone,” she purred, sliding into the booth next to me. Her hand landed high on my thigh, fingers inching dangerously close to my already-hard cock.

Before I could answer, someone else slid into the booth—Ken, this ripped bartender with a cocky grin and eyes that didn’t leave Gay’s tits. “Mind if I join?” he asked, but he was already sitting, his knee pressing against Gay’s bare leg.

She licked her lips and looked between us. “Actually, I was just thinking the three of us could get out of here.”

My dick throbbed at the suggestion, and Ken didn’t hesitate. “Fuck yeah.”

Thirty minutes later, we were in Ken’s apartment—some dimly lit studio with a bed barely big enough for the three of us. Gay wasted no time, stripping out of that dress and standing there in nothing but a lacy black thong, her full tits bouncing as she pulled Ken in for a rough kiss. I watched his hands grab her ass, squeezing hard, while she moaned into his mouth.

Then she turned to me, yanking my shirt off. “Your turn.”

I didn’t need telling twice. I pulled her against me, kissing her hard while my hands found her tits—soft, heavy, her nipples already stiff under my thumbs. Ken was right behind her, grinding his hard cock against her ass, his hands sliding down to hook into her thong.

“Off,” he growled, and Gay arched her back, letting him pull it down her thighs. She stepped out of it, and I dropped to my knees, spreading her pussy with my fingers. She was already dripping, her clit swollen and begging for attention. I didn’t tease—I licked her straight up the middle, then sucked her clit into my mouth while she gasped and tangled her fingers in my hair.

Ken groaned above us. “Fuck, that’s hot.” He unzipped his jeans and pulled his dick out—thick and already leaking pre-cum. Gay reached back, stroking him while I ate her out, her moans getting louder as my tongue worked faster.

Then she pushed me back. “I want both of you.”

Ken didn’t wait. He flipped her onto the bed, spreading her legs and sliding his cock into her pussy in one rough thrust. She cried out, arching into him, and I climbed up behind her, pressing my cock against her ass.

“Lube,” she panted, and Ken reached for a bottle on the nightstand. A second later, I was pushing inside her tight ass while Ken fucked her pussy, both of us groaning as she clenched around us.

“Holy *shit*,” Ken grunted, his hips slamming into her. “She’s so fucking tight.”

Gay was beyond words, just gasping and moaning as we pounded into her, her body rocking between us. I grabbed her tits, pinching her nipples while Ken leaned down to bite her neck. The sounds were filthy—skin slapping, her wet pussy sucking Ken’s cock, my balls slapping against her ass.

Then she came, shaking between us, her pussy clamping down on Ken so hard he swore and pulled out, jerking himself off all over her back. A second later, I came too, filling her ass as she whimpered my name.

We collapsed in a sweaty heap, Gay grinning between us. “We’re doing that again.”

Fuck yeah, we were.