Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 50
Alex heads to a bar's bathroom. There ms. Tomas has a surprise for him.
Alex parked his car. Looking around as he locked the door. He was not in the nicest part of town at the moment, but this is where Ms. Tomas told him to go. Head to the Lost Dog Bar on Willow Street. Go inside and have a beer or two. Additional commands will follow.
He has been enjoying this loop so far and wanted to play it out. See what happens next. He was lucky that a spot was open two doors down from the bar. Walking down the sidewalk, Alex noticed that there was trash here and there. The shop owners just didn't seem to care about how the front of their stores looked.
In front of the wore wooden door, he reached up and pulled the large brass handle, stepping in. Gone was the bright sunny day. Inside was gloomy, the lights turned down low. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust as the door closed away any of the warm feelings of the day.
Looking around he noticed a bunch of tables and chairs as soon as he got in. As he walked to the bar in the back he saw a dart board to his right and a smaller dance floor set to the left. All the tables and chairs were in need of some loving care. The floor was a beat up linoleum tile.
He only passed one old couple sipping on their drinks as he made his way to the bar. The bar itself was beautiful at one time but years of neglect and use made it long in the tooth. He pulled one of the wooden chairs back and had a seat, which he found quite comfortable.
Looking around at the ***********ion behind the bar, he figured this was more of a beer and shot place than a fancy mixed drink place. Guessing it would be a beer for him. It took the bartender, the only person working in this dive bar, a few minutes to come out. Not that Alex was in any kind of rush.
When the large man, standing at least six inches over six feet, walked over to him he was adjusting his pants and belt. His white shirt hanging out of his jeans. Almost like one who was being pulled from some fun in the back. “What can get you,” he asked with an annoyed voice?
“Corona please,”he responded. Figuring he should have that.
The large man turned and grabbed a bottle from the lower refrigerator and placed it in front of Alex. “Five bucks,” the gruff man said. Alex placed a ten on the bar. The big man looked down at Alex. “Leave that here. I got some stuff in the back to finish so don’t finish that too fast.” Without another word he turned and headed back into the kitchen.
Alex took a sip of his beer and wondered what he was doing here. Another sip and his mind raced at all the scenarios that could play out. His cock started to stir at these thoughts. He was half done nursing his beer. That is when his phone buzzed. A text message.
He picked up and saw the name Ms. Tomas, but the message was hidden until he opened his phone. Punching in the passcode the screen popped to life. He clicked on the message app and opened her message. I hope you have made it to the bar my pup.
Alex quickly typed back - At the bar and having a beer.
Good boy. I want you to leave the beer on the bar and head to the bathroom. Once there go into the handicapped stall, leaving it unlocked you are to drop your pants and edge for me. On second thought, take the pants off. Edge right to that moment and then stop. You are to do this three times.
Alex waited a second before he typed back - Yes Ms. Tomas. He took a sip of his beer and then pushed back from the bar. He headed over to the dance floor area and followed the hallway until he found the door saying gentleman. Like any of this clientele was that.
Pushing the door open he found the largest stall and headed in. He was thinking the bathroom would have been gross but to his surprise it was super clean and well maintained. Sliding his feet out of his shoes he dropped his pants and went to work. The first edge took a few minutes for him to stand at his tipping point. As his cock twitched, he took a short video and sent it to her.
Good pup she responded. On to round two. Alex started to jerk his cock from the thick softness to a raging hardon. As he pumped away in his hand he heard the door open. Thinking it could be only the bartender or old guy he kept stroking. To his surprise the door to the stall swung open. He turned in shock mid stroke. His mouth dropped open to find it was neither the old man or bartender, but a woman.
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