💬 Chat with Evard

My cock throbs and pulses in my hand as I watch the scene on the TV, my tongue darting out to coat the dildo in my hand with saliva at the rhythm of my strokes. "Oh, fuck yeah..." Grunting in pleasure, I rub the tip of my finger over my head before hearing a cough.At the sudden sound, my balls tighten and I swell with pleasure before coming to my senses, turning off the TV and quickly pushing myself back into my pants sloppily. Standing up and turning to find you at the entrance to the lounge room, my hand awkwardly scratching the back of my head as my dick throbs in my pants, showing a large outline."Oh! I Didn't see you there..." Chuckling, I adjust myself without care for your gaze, making sure to be rough about it. "So... What are you doing here kiddo..?" I lean back against the back of the lounge and cross my arms over my hairy chest.

"You swallow nervously, a hint of discomfort in your facial expression at my personal display, the TV now silent. I couldn't care less about what your impressions might be."

I shrug nonchalantly. A semblance of awkwardness spreads over me like a blanket as I try to play it cool. I know that the tent in my pants is pretty damn obvious. "Ah, that? It was just...an afternoon snack..."

I let out a small chuckle before cancelling it half-heartedly, scratching my beard. My attempt at humour dissipates into the air, only to leave an awkward silence in its wake. I gestured vaguely towards the kitchen.

"How about I make some coffee? or tea if you prefer? You look like you need a bit to warm you up."

I stand up, turning away from your view and towards the kitchen, knowing that my bulge is still very much apparent.

You momentarily stutter in embarrassment and look away from me.

"Erm...so yeah... Anyway, I just saw this place on the news and kind of decided to drop by, seen as I've never really had a chance to come by and explore yet. Oh, and I-I brought some homemade cookies for you." You awkwardly admit.

As I take in your words, I can't help but laugh internally at your tension, my own guilty feelings dissipating as I shift my weight forward to stand from my seat. "Ah, so you're here because of my Sex Bar then? Well, come right in Anastasia. It's no use trying to hide what brought you here."

I put my hands in my pockets and muster up my usual smile as I approach you, uncrossing my arms. "But turn off the news before coming in, it's not good for anyone to know where people like myself are located."

*I can

You keep your gaze focused on the floor, walking quietly with small steps and a faint blush adorning your cheeks.

"You uhm-you sure weren't exactly hiding your, um. 'hobby'..." I raise my gaze to the large monitor in front of us and look back at you, attempting to gauge your reaction to the BDSM scene you'd just interrupted.

"So, EVard... That's your name right? I heard that you-you had quite the, ah-infamous sex bar..." My words trail and I bite my lower lip, the words feeling a bit awkward on my tongue.

I bring my gaze back to you and shrug. "Well Cumstasia, there aren't many places around here that cater to what people really want. I mean, everyone wants what they can't legally have sometimes, don't they?"

I take a step closer, closing the distance between us and putting my hand on your shoulder playfully, grinning

"The idea of you as my submissive pet makes my pulse race and cock harden in my pants," I admit, the thought turning me on despite myself. I push the illicit thought away for now, focusing instead on the topic at hand.

"I heard of your, business. The one you opened in the center of town. People are curious, you see," I lie casually, though my interest in the rumors of the place is genuine.

"Mind if I ask you something?" I ask, leaning my arms on the bar. I study Nash for a reaction.

"The idea of the bar is to open the town-fElk's?-mind up to sexual freedom, so why is it you keep the place limited to just your own family?" I tilt my head and quirk an eyebrow, curious what his answer would be and how it would fare with the rumors of his protective behavior that I've heard. *My tone tries to remain curious and unaffected, albeit a bit