Canadian Girls Kick Ass

While watching the Women’s Canadian Olympic hockey game at a local bar I ended up in a heated discussion with an American businessman. Sure, I had been flirting with him all night, but the heat of the hockey game ended up with us making a bet. He swore that Canada wouldn’t get gold and I said they would. He asked me what I wanted to bet. “Canada gold means you lick genuine Canadian beaver until I come ten trillion times. If they don’t, I’ll give you a Canadian Hummer.” “What’s a Canadian Hummer?” he asked, totally enthralled. “You’ll have to win to find out,” I winked. When Canada won the crowd cheered. I cheered. I looked at my new friend, the American businessman, and he cheered. When the crowd calmed the Yankee wanted to know where we were going to go so that I could collect on my bet. “My place, around the corner.” I said. He followed. Back at my place it was obvious that we were both extremely horny. “Do you use Adult Friend Finder?” he asked me. “Never heard of it,” I muttered as I pulled off my clothes. “I’ll tell you about it later,” my new friend said as he tossed his shirt onto a nearby chair. We ripped off the rest of our clothes and I let him lunch on beaver, raw. I came about ten times before I pulled him up to my level. I sucked his cock, but only for about three minutes. He didn’t need that much lube, not after making me orgasm so hard and for so long. Neither of us made it into work the next day. We both called in sick and stayed in bed and did it all over again. I was happy that Canada won a gold medal in woman’s hockey. It just doesn’t happen every day. It was something that needed celebrating; and nothing celebrates victory better than having casual sex with a stranger. Oh, and he did tell me all about Adult Friend Finder. I checked it out online; what kind of a slut does he think I am? I get enough men in clubs. If I ever run out of men, I might check out Adult Friend Finder. But until then, I’ll hunt on my own.