The last time I went to Mikes place I was the recipient of one of the most intense gangbangs in my life. After that experience I thought things would never be the same between Mike and I. Luckily, I was wrong about that. Mike and I started going out a few times a month. He really treated me right and always treated me with respect, which was important to me. I never wanted or expected anything serious but I did not want Mike to not want me around unless he had ten guys for me to fuck. By my nature a flirt and a slut and I love to have sex so I am pretty much up for anything.
Besides Mike and I hanging out quite a bit we naturally fucked each other almost anytime we were together. Since his welcome home party there had not been any gangbangs yet his cock was plenty to satisfy me. After a few months of just fucking one guy at a time, Mike wasn’t the only guy I was fucking of course; I was beginning to get an urge for a nice big party where I was the centerpiece. One day Mike called me and invited me to come with him on one of his little trips out of the city. I had always wondered what he did on these trips and so I agreed to go. Mike said we would be gone for about three days so I should pack for a day extra. I packed most of my slutty clothes, knowing how much Mike loved them and I also packed some regular day clothes.
Mike was being secretive about our destination and I really wasn’t all that worried about it. We started out at about four in the evening and talked about everything under the sun. Mike commented on my holey jeans and said I looked really sexy in them. I thanked him for his comment by going to his lap and giving him one of my best roadies ever. Soon after I finished we came up on a small town with a hotel with a drive by bar. We stopped at the hotel and got a room. We decided to share a room as we normally shared the bed. I jumped in the shower and got dressed in my black cat suit and black mini skirt and thigh high black boots. Mike got in after I did and was out and dressed before I finished dressing. Mike was so busy grabbing and feeling we damn near didn’t make it out of the room. However, I was thirsty and wanted to dance so we left the room and went to the little hole in the wall bar.
When we entered the bar I was curious as to what we would find. It was dark and smoky and there were probably twenty or so people in the place. We went to the bar and got a few shots and downed them. A nice rock song came on the jukebox and went to the dance floor where we did a little dancing that soon turned into a little dirty dancing. After the song was over we went back to the bar and killed a few more shots. I was really starting to feel the drinks and was starting to get warm. We went back to the dance floor and danced to every hot song that came up. We danced for hours and stopped to drink and then repeated the whole process over again.
Before I knew it this really big white guy, all decked out in cowboy duds, asked if he could jump in. I looked at Mike and he backed off with a smile. This cowboy was pretty cute so I didn’t mind and we started dancing. It was pretty normal at first and then a Latin song came on. The Cowboy told me his name was Frank and that he noticed me the minute I walked in the door.