1 comments/ 5618 views/ 19 favorites Quitting Time: Last Call By: MeanBlackjack Disclaimer: All right, this story is not real. NOT REAL! Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18/21 yadda yadda yadda! I'd love to hear some feedback as per usual. Please feel free to leave me a comment in the COMMENT Box at the end of the page. You see those big empty stars too? Maybe bump those up to five full ones? We wouldn't want them to be empty now would we? All alone like that? You're not a monster are you? Also, please don't post this on any other site without my explicit permission. I've had to bring the hammer down on two thieves right as of writing and don't want to bring it down again. Don't forget to add me on one of the messengers too! Don't be afraid! I love chatting about celebs, story ideas or chatting in general and I like making new friends! Just as a word of warning, YIM is messing me around. So, if you add me and I don't respond it may be that it just registers you as offline. Sorry. Not sure why it does that any more. The best thing to do is initiate conversations with me and I'll be able, and happy to, respond to you. Codes: MF, Cons, Oral Celebrity: Cobie Smulders ***** Blake Murphy sighed and flipped the sign that hung in the window of the bar to 'Closed' before turning the key in the lock. Having been one of the few sports bars in Los Angeles that was showing the play off game between the Vancouver Canucks and the L.A Kings, Blake had been busy all night long and being the only staff member on board had meant the poor bastard had been run off of his feet. Running a hand through his messy jet black hair, the young man surveyed the scene in front of him. There was the odd chair on the floor here, beer pooling around the bottom of a table there and just the occasional ripped packet of chips strewn over the booths. Not really knowing where to begin, Blake turned the TV from the local weather channel back to the stored content on his Playstation 4 and found today's game. Contrary to what the multiple frat guys had suggested, the green eyed man hadn't had chance to watch the game nor had the chance to even keep up with the score. The scowls and the 'Ah come on!'s from the crowd suggested that it wasn't a good result and his home team probably didn't come out on top. He had a good forty five minutes of banter between the anchors before the game started so he had a chance to take the money out of the register and lock it away in the safe. It was a tedious routine that normally took all of thirty minutes to do but it also meant that he would be able to tidy in peace. Shutting the door to the office behind him, Blake signed off from the bar watch, a radio link from all the bars in the local area, organized by the local police force, and then switched off the lights to the inside of the bar, hoping the darkness would deter any possible drinkers. The cashing up process was fairly mundane and dealt with in a perfectly orderly manner letting Blake get down just in time for the talking heads analyzing the upcoming game. Flicking the lights of the bar back on, Blake armed himself with a bottle of sanitizer and a cloth and went about cleaning up the stains on the most prominent tables. Giving the first table a few squirts, Blake started to scrub at the wooden surface looking to remove some of the more stubborn spots on the table. Cloth in hand, the young bartender cursed the day that his co-workers had called in sick and left him to his own devices. Rubbing at the spot, Blake smiled triumphantly as the dirt was removed but that sense of elation was quickly replaced by one of misery as he looked over at the rest of the table. Still, one down. Ten to go. The black-haired man became a whirlwind of cleanliness as he moved from one spot to another, scrubbing at the tables and lifting the chairs upside down to sit on top of the tables. Moving to the front door, Blake grabbed a hold of one of the brushes that sat hidden behind the coat rack and started to sweep at the entrance. It was a little after midnight and there were still signs of the LA nightlife from where he was standing. Tugging the broom out from its usual resting place, Blake was somewhat distracted by a royal blue Rav-4 that seemed to be stalking the place. It must have driven past the small sports bar at least a couple of times now. Shaking off the thought that someone could be watching him, Blake started to brush away the pretzel crumbs and chip packets that had fallen down during his sweep of the tables. Collecting it in one of the chrome dustbins, he gave it a good rattle before tucking it under his arm and unlocking the front door. Walking out, Blake kicked the door shut behind him and walked down towards the side of the bar where the dumpster was. Emptying the bin, Blake carried it back, loosely gripping it by the handle as he did so. He pushed the door open and then locked it behind him as he placed the brush and bin back where they belonged. Grabbing the controller for his console, Blake resumed playback of the recorded game. Surveying the bar, Blake only really had to mop up the floor and then clean the bar. Looking at the floor, he thought he may be able to get away with just doing the entrance and behind the bar. Plus, if the manager knew he was here by himself she would have told him to just go home. The neat freak and part of Blake that wanted to work in a clean environment couldn't let that happen though. The mopping could wait, the bar still reeked of spilt beer and an awkward mix of cologne and aftershave from the mostly male patrons that night. As he lifted the side entrance to the bar up, he heard a knock at the front door and he could see the faint silhouette of a person there. Rolling his eyes, Blake moved back to go and tell them to scram when he was actually somewhat floored by what he saw. Having been a fan of prime time TV before he got this job and then being one of the many people that had seen The Avengers, Blake recognized Cobie Smulders instantly. Swallowing his nerves, he walked up to the door. "We're shut!" He called through the door as Cobie nodded her head and stuffed her hands into her jacket pockets. "Yeah the closed sign let me know that! I just want to watch that game!" She said, accentuating it by pointing at one of the screen graphics that indicated that it was about to show the game. Blake looked over his shoulder, sighed softly and then nodded his head. He really shouldn't be doing this, it was against the rules of employment for him and the actual establishment but it was also against the rules for him to be here by himself and yet here he was. Turning back to face the door, Blake walked over and unlocked the door, pulling it open so Cobie could cross the threshold and come inside the bar. She smiled at him and shrugged off her coat, hanging it on one of the hooks near to the front door. "Thanks for doing this, I know you must be breaking like a million of your rules here." Cobie said, turning to face Blake as she stuffed her hands into her pockets and awkwardly looked down at the floor before looking back up at him. Unsure of what he could actually do other than shrug his shoulders and laugh it off, Blake gestured for Cobie to walk into the bar. Cobie smiled and made her way past the booths and over towards where the handsome bartender was gesturing. Grabbing the controller, he paused the game and shook his head. "Honestly, it's okay. I get free reign of this place when I've been understaffed so long as it's clean by the time it's opened up tomorrow." Blake admitted, walking past where Cobie was standing and slipping behind the bar. He lifted the hinged, oak part of the bar and walked towards the list of bottles on the back. Looking over his shoulder, he lifted one of the not-so-full bottles of vodka and gestured to her. "Care to share?" "Oh... I really shouldn't..." "This stuff isn't that strong. Most of it's gone too, between the two of us we should have it finished by the end of the first period." He could see Cobie judging the bottle and then, she smiled and relented. Nodding her head, she tugged her flowery blouse a little bit, showing off some of her creamy cleavage before looking over at Thomas and then up at the screen. "I'm Cobie by the way." She added, leaning forward and extending a hand for him to shake. "Oh I know! I loved The Avengers." Blake said with a grin, taking Cobie by the hand and kissing the ridge of her knuckles. She blushed and bit down on her bottom lip, looking up at the screen and then behind her. Her hand fell away from Blake's grasp and she quickly stuffed them into her denim skirt. "If you want to take a seat at one of the tables, I'll be over once I'm done here." Blake added, not wanting to add to the embarrassment of the superstar. He definitely shouldn't have kissed her. The Canadian film star looked super hot today. Wearing a skirt that was complemented by a dark set of black silky looking stockings that were partly on show due to the long boots she was wearing. Her upper body had a flowery blouse and she also had a light knitted shawl that she had curled around her neck, though sneaking a peek at her from the corner of his eye, he could see she had stripped that off of her body and laid it on the clean part of the alcove. Blake lifted a set of nuts away from the set of boards that were hanging at various positions around the bar and laid them on one of the circular boards. Sitting two glasses down on the tray, Blake added the bottle of cheap vodka to it and then lifted it up off of the bar, doing his best impression of a competent waiter and moving to where Cobie was sitting. She looked up at him, smiled and scooted up, offering him some sitting room. Gratefully, he sat down and the pressed the play button on his PS4 controller, the sound of the game filling the room. "You know, you never told me your name." "I didn't? Oh jeez, I'm sorry! I'm so used to being called bartender, I've never... No, in fact I don't think any of my regulars even know my name!" "Wow... They really don't treat their bar staff right down here do they?" "I guess not. Pays the bills though, my name's Blake." The black haired, fair skinned bartender said, offering Cobie his hand for her to shake which she did do dutifully. Sliding a hand through her long brown hair, Cobie looked up at the screen and then over to Blake. "Nice to meet you. So, who are you pulling for?" "Are you kidding me? LA Kings all the way!" Cobie made a very exaggerated roll of her eyes when Blake revealed his team. Blake, to his credit, took it all in his stride and shrugged his shoulders. "When you get a three game winning streak it's difficult to not agree with them." "Oh I see! It's just a case of games you've won that makes you a fan?" "That and my array of jerseys I have back at my place!" "Shame you didn't bring those down here. I think they would have been better at mopping up the beer." "Ouch! Agent Hill bringing the burns!" Blake replied with a grin, settling into the chair as he looked up at the screen as his big green eyes watched as the puck dropped down and the game was off. Reaching forward, Blake twisted at the plastic drip plug that was wedged into the neck of the bottle, the whiff of the strong alcohol hit the two instantly. "You're just lucky I didn't bring Romanoff down here to deal with you. She's very capable in bars." Filling both of the glasses to the halfway mark, Blake and Cobie clinked their glasses together and settled in to watching the game. The sound from the screen had been muted so the two only inhabitants of the bar were able to talk freely among each other, trading verbal barbs just as freely as they were willing to freely take what was left of the collection of nuts and pretzel snack packets that Blake had freed up from the board. Popping a handful of the nuts into the palm of his right hand, Blake knocked them back with a swallowing motion. The handsome bartender accented it with swallowing the rest of his vodka. Clearing his throat from the burn of the vodka, he reached over and topped up his glass, studying Cobie who was popping pretzels into her mouth at random intervals. Grinning at just how unlikely the whole situation was, Blake almost didn't spot Cobie reaching down towards the table. Lifting her small tumbler off of the glass, she flashed him an award winning grin and shook the glass from side to side to signal that she wanted a refill. "Get to it barkeep." "You keep talking like that and I may just want a tip!" Cobie was quiet for a moment, looking at him as he topped up the glass. "Well... I can think of a couple of ways to tip you." That actually left the bartender stumped. He always had drunk sorority girls who would try to hit on him to get some free drinks, there would always be the occasional MILF who would be nursing a glass of wine in the afternoon after their kids had been picked up but none of those came close to the sort of sex appeal that was just oozing out of the sensual celebrity. "I bet you can." Blake and Cobie's banter died down as the sexual tension, or at least what Blake thought was sexual tension, started to bubble between the two. As the game progressed, the balance started to fall more in Cobie's favour and as the game progressed, Cobie became more and more insufferable for the young bartender. Having polished off the small bowl of pretzels and nuts, Blake watched as Cobie took the liberty, lifted the bottle of vodka up and topped up her glass. She lifted it up and inspected it before tilting the glass back and throwing the alcohol into her mouth. It must have hit her with a bite as she winced at the flavor before putting her glass back down on the table. Her big brown eyes roamed over to look at Blake and then up to the screen as the second third was about to begin. Her team had a fine chance of winning right now and the dull ache between her legs just wasn't going away. Her nails drummed against the side of her glass as she spoke again. "How about we put stakes on this?" Blake raised one of his eyebrows as he looked over at her, nursing his own glass softly. "Stakes?" "Yeah! Next goal scored the other person has to take off an item of clothing. Say Brown scores, I strip and say McCan scores, you strip?" Blake looked over at the brunette and then up at the screen. The scores remained in the top left of the screen and seemed to jump out at the handsome bartender as if it was a bright, flashing neon sign. Tilting his head to the left and then to the right, he sighed and then nodded his head. "Okay... Okay. You're on. Next period?" "Next period." Cobie confirmed, beaming at the confirmation of the game. The buzzer rang and the new game was on, settling in a lot more rigidly now that they both had stakes on it and almost within moments of the first buzzer, Blake let out a defeated sigh. "Your shirt." Cobie said with a grin, watching as Blake looked over his shoulder at her, smirked and shook his head. "My shirt? When did we decide that you'd be the one deciding what I would be taking off too?" Cobie flashed him a wide grin, looked him up and down and then shrugged her shoulders. "You don't exactly have that much else to take off?" It was Blake's turn to smile. Reaching down, he kicked off his shoes and then took a seat right next to Cobie, a smug grin on his face. "Oh come on! That does not count!" Cobie protested, folding her arms over her chest while playfully pouting towards the black haired bartender. "Do you not wear shoes? They totally count." Before the Canadian had a chance to retort, the goal buzzer rang out and much to Blake's pleasure there was a goal from the Kings meaning that the Canucks were now tied. "Okay... Okay! A deal's a deal!" Cobie said, standing up as the replay showed off the slap shot that had equalled the game. Grabbing hold of the shawl she had around her neck, the Canadian tossed it to the side, leaving her still in her skirt, shirt, stockings and boots. Blake meanwhile, was still in his jeans, shirt and socks. By his memory of the evening, it was far more likely that Blake would be naked much quicker than the female in the bar. Folding his arms, the man really started to hope that he had misheard the throngs of people who suggested that the Kings lost that match. He could see Cobie flashing him the occasional glance and she seemed to have a constant smile just on the corner of her lips. She really was enjoying the threat of seeing him without his clothes on! Before he had a chance to dwell on it any further, she cried out in disbelief. "You've got to be freakin' kidding me!" She called out, slapping her hands on the table as the buzzer rang for the second time that signalled yet another score for the Kings. That meant that Blake was winning! Maybe... Maybe he really could see Cobie without any clothes on! Slipping out of the booth, Cobie took hold of the bottom of the shirt and slipped it up over her chest and then dumping it on top of the shawl that she had previously discarded. Blake did his best not to leer at her as she slipped back into the booth next to him. Her bra was a fairly standard black one but on further inspection, or as close as he could manage, Blake could see that the block lace had actually got just the hint of a mesh window that teased the hint of her nipples. Not staring at it any more, Blake's mind started to wander. Would those nipples start to harden as the game went on? Focusing on the game, he squinted his eyes when the Canucks made some substitutes. Maybe this was it? He fidgeted in his seat as the game progressed. Apparently, his unease was noticed by Cobie who simply giggled before filling up her glass of booze. "Nervous?" "I heard a lot of noise tonight. Not so sure stripping down was a good idea." He admitted, turning to look at her and doing his best not to look down at the valley of her breasts. "Well... With a body likes yours, you have nothing to be worried about." Cobie offered with a shrug, lifting her arms up and involuntarily letting her breasts rise and fall, the bouncing hypnotising the handsome bartender. Blake made sure to focus back on the screen before speaking again. "Thanks." "No problem. How do you stay in shape? I'm guessing it's not exactly a case of Road House over here?" She asked, looking around the the very nice bar. It sat on the outside of Los Angeles near to the suburbs so Blake would more often than not see either college kids or the slightly older clientèle. Sure, there would be the odd chump who thought that they could handle Blake or his boss, Greg, but they were all treated the same. "Ah, I play tennis whenever I'm not here pulling drinks. Keeps me in shape and makes sure my guns are ready to go when needed." He said with a grin, flashing her a flex of his muscles, the hint of a deltoid starting to bulge for Cobie to lay her hand on. Playing with him, she let out an impressed whistle and nodded her head before squeezing it gently. "Wow... I wonder if it's too late to cast YOU as Captain America." She grinned, taking her hand away from his arm and grabbing hold of her drink, throwing it back with a lightning quick movement. Wiping against her mouth with the back of her hand, Cobie topped up her glass and looked up at the screen, a flash of a smile creeping across her face as she saw and heard the buzzer fill the screen. Sighing, Blake nodded his head and stood up. Stripping his own shirt off, he tossed it towards the corner, managing to make it land on top of the broom with a unique type of ease. Cobie gasped out softly at the sight, her finger coming over to brush against the scar he had along his side. "What happened here?" "That's a really old scar. Got it when I was a kid dirt biking. No my mom's never forgiven herself either." He laughed, suddenly feeling rather self conscious at the fact that Cobie was touching him. She took her finger away from his mark, smiled up at him and went back to working on the remnants of the nuts and bits of pretzels. Quitting Time: Last Call The game's second period came to a close and the atmosphere between the two had changed. Cobie fidgeted in place, her legs rubbing together as the ads played. "How about a game?" Blake said, trying to make Cobie feel at ease with him. "A game?" Cobie asked, raising an eyebrow while looking over at the bartender. "Yeah! A game! Have you ever played 'I have never'?" "I haven't!" She laughed, the silliness of what she had just said making her giggle. "I sorta know the rules though?" "So, here's how we play," Blake said, letting Cobie out of it. "I'll say something like 'I have never worn a bra.' Obviously, you have so you would take a drink." "And I could say I have never rooted for a shitty NHL team and you would have to take a drink?" Cobie said with a grin, her feet now becoming more active and teasing Blake's own feet. "I wouldn't use that example but yes, you get the picture." Blake said with a grin. "Okay, I'll start." Blake thought for a moment before speaking again. "I have never been on TV." Cobie took a drink, her stint on How I Met Your Mother was a testament for that. It was now Cobie's turn. She took a drink before speaking again. "I have never invited a girl into my bar after hours." When Blake didn't drink, she raised an eyebrow. "Uh? Hello? You invited me in!" She said, trying to get some clarification from the man. "All right, all right... I would have filed you as a cute girl but fine, I'll take a drink." As Cobie blushed at the comment, Blake took another mouthful of his own set of vodka, topping it up with a tilt of the now, near empty, bottle of vodka. "I have never been in the same room as Samuel L Jackson." Cobie sighed, took another drink and finished off the bottle. "We're out of booze. No, don't get up. I've got an idea." Cobie said, stopping Blake in his tracks as he tried to get another bottle. "I have never... Worn a bra." She grinned and finished off his drink, pushing the glass to the side. Blake was now somewhat confused by this but the man continued. "Uh... I have never been in a movie?" "I have never done this before." Cobie then stood up and while keeping her actions hidden to the bartender. A few moments passed as she wriggled seemingly on spot and then managed to strip herself down, freeing herself of her panties and dumping them on the bar table in front of the now floored bartender. He looked over at the black panties, they were a similar style to her bra and he didn't mind in the slightest. She flashed him a grin before she continued to speak. "I have never done THIS before either." Then, she pounced on him. Slipping around the table and landing on Blake's lap, Cobie hooked her arms around the back of his neck and pushed her lips against his. Blake groaned in pleasure as her hips started to rub against his, her hips rocking backwards and forwards as she deepened their kiss. Cobie's mouth opened and her tongue slipped into his mouth, finding his tongue and wrapping around it to suck on it as his hands reached up and squeezed her rear firmly through the clothing of the skirt. Cobie's hands ran over from his neck and down to his chest, pushing him against the soft cushioning of the bar's booth even more as she slowly rolled herself backwards and forwards, grinding her now bare pussy against the denim of his jeans. "God, it's been so long since I've got fucked!" Cobie panted in Blake's ear, her tongue running against his ear lobe as her hips continued to grind against his lap. Blake's hands continued to grope and squeeze at her rear, this time however he'd run his hands down towards the bottom of her skirt and up towards her now bare ass. "That's right Blake, play with my ass. You like it baby?" She asked again, her teeth tugging at his earlobe as she slowed her grinding down just a moment. Blake let out a growl of pleasure, digging his fingers into her ass before taking a chance and smacking it. Cobie let out a shriek of pleasure and threw her head backwards, her hands linking behind the back of his neck again to steady herself as she forced her chest forward with an arching of her back. Blake's right hand cupped her tits while his left continued to massage her ass. The hand holding her tit squeezed it firmly making the Canadian cry out in a husky tone. "Play with my tits! Fuck yes! Play with them!" Cobie cried out, her hips rolling around in circles as she let out another silent moan. Looking down at him, Cobie stood up, her legs spread as she reached between her legs to unzip his pants. Managing to tug the zipper down, Cobie's hands were inside of his pants and his rock hard cock was already up extending towards the ceiling of the bar. Stroking the base of it, Cobie used her other hand to stroke against Blake's face before sinking her soaking wet folds down onto the prick that was waiting for her. "Oh fuck!" Blake cried out, his hand grasping her tit again as she sank all the way down to the bottom. The feeling of Cobie Smulders, yeah THAT Cobie Smulders, sinking all the way down to the bottom of his prick made the bartender cry out in pleasure. His hands came up and groped both of her tits at once, squeezing them through the fabric of her bra as her hips raised up and then dropped down with enough force that it would have made the Black Widow proud. The sound of her moaning and her skin hitting his denim pants started to mix together in an erotic symphony. Cobie threw her head back and started to bounce harder and faster, Blake's eyes were focusing on her chest as it jumped up and down in his hands while he groped her. Letting go of his neck, Cobie reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, her body rocking up and down as she was hammering herself up and down on him. The bra slipped down her arms as best as it could do before she slowly replaced her arms on his body one at a time. With her tits now free, she continued to ride him at a break neck speed which only seemed to be getting faster as the hard session they were having together progressed. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Cobie repeated as her pussy hugged his length tightly while she bounced herself up and down on his lap. As the Canadian rode the handsome bartender, she realised just how sordid the whole ordeal was. Here she was, a famous actress, just randomly fucking a guy in the bar all because she'd had some booze. Normally, she'd be upset at herself but every time that big dick stabbed inside of her, her body would twitch, she'd cry out and forget all about it. Blake gritted his teeth as his eyes focused on her bouncing chest. He could already feel a familiar burning in his groin and he just knew what was coming. He wanted to fight the feeling but he knew it would be a waste of time. He was going to cum and he was going to cum soon as well. He tried to warn Cobie but all of the words he was trying to say to her simply came out as grunts and groans of pleasure. Looking up at her face, her eyes were screwed shut and she was crying out in pleasure with every rise and fall. He really shouldn't have had so much booze! Grunting, his hands kneaded against her ass as he pushed his face into her chest and he climaxed almost instantly inside of her. Cobie cried out in pleasure, a mini orgasm taking hold of her as Blake came deep inside of her. With every post-orgasm twitch his dick delivered, she felt a similar tremor rock through her core as well. Her hips slapped down one last time and she rolled them in circles while she panted for him, her hands ran against his shoulder blades as she felt her breasts be kissed by the bartender. Cobie's head fell forward and she cast a lick against his earlobe before nibbling against it. "I hope that's not all you have for me mister bartender?" "Not... Not if I can help it." Blake admitted, watching as Cobie slowly pushed herself up off of the bartender and slipped down to her knees between his legs. Curling her hand around the base of his cock, she looked up at him, smiled and then nodded her head. Opening her mouth, Cobie wiped her tongue against his head, tasting both her own juices and his in her mouth. Closing her lips around his cock, Cobie started to drop her lips down against his pole, forcing her mouth down to further clean his prick off of any sort of evidence that they had been fucking. "That's... That's one way of dealing with drunk dick I suppose." Blake admitted in pleasure, his head rolling backwards as she sucked her way down towards the bottom of his prick. Cobie simply moaned in agreement as she bobbed her head down a little further, her nose nestling in his groin as she sucked on him. Her lips moved down further while her tongue brushed along the underside of his dick, her tongue swiping against the veiny underside of his hard length. Cobie brought her mouth up to the head of his cock and she pressed a kiss against the head of his prick. Her mouth opened and she casually flicked her pink organ against the tip of his dick, running it in circles around the bulbous head. She let out another moan as she felt him thread his hands through her long brown hair. She kept her eyes shut as she suckled on his head but when she took her mouth off of his dick again, she opened her eyes and locked them on his as his dick left her mouth and she was able to move to toy with his prick some more. Holding his cock in the air, she ran her tongue along the bottom of his shaft, stroking it to life using only her tongue. Planting kisses along the side of his cock, Cobie moved to completely lather his prick up in her saliva, moaning as it started to harden in her hands. "Mmmmm... I love your cock Blake." Cobie said with a smile, pressing the head of his dick against her forehead as she kissed her way down to his base, her tongue sneaking out to lick and lap against his testicles that were now throbbing with all of Cobie's attention to them. Opening her mouth, she started to suck on them as her hands came down to rest on the inside of his legs, keeping her hands away from his now rapidly hardening prick as if to make sure she was making him harden again purely by her attention to his balls. "Oh fuck... Fuck... That feels so good." Blake called out, his head falling back in delight as she sucked on his nuts. His hands reached down and threaded through her hair softly as she blew his balls in her mouth. Her tongue seemed to do exactly what it was supposed to, flicking against all of the skin that she could manage as her lips remained sealed around him. Moaning against him, the feeling of her voice bouncing against the skin sent shock waves of pleasure through Blake and the man let out yet another chorus of moans as the Canadian hockey fan went to work on him. Her big eyes opened up and she could see that his prick had come back to life completely now and would be ready for her. "You know what? This cock here," She spoke again, looking up at him as she wrapped her right hand around the base and gave it a slow, steady pump. "This looks fucking good. Good enough to eat!" She said with a grin, stroking him again before she reached up and spat against his prick again before sliding her tongue up along the bottom of Blake's hard cock. Managing to get all of her saliva up, Cobie had done a magnificent job of not only licking up her own orgasmic fluids but also getting whatever was left of his own juices too. Cobie always enjoyed the mix of two orgasms that gelled together and with this man that she had just met, something in that erotic cocktail made Cobie simply groan in pleasure. How long could she continue to tease this poor man, and herself as well, before she'd have to get fucked again? Judging by his length, she knew that he would be up for it and that leaking feeling between her legs wasn't going to go away any time soon either. "Fuck me... Fuck, that feels so good." Blake admitted, his head falling forwards and then backwards as Cobie's lips fell from his prick and she resumed stroking him slowly. She flashed him a grin and then stood up, walking away from the booth and towards the long forgotten bar. Watching her move from him, Blake poked his head out from the booth and saw her now bunching the skirt up around her waist, her bare pussy exposed to him. She lifted her head up off of the bar, flashed him a wink and then moved back to look at the mirror that ran along the back of the bar. "I'd get over here quick. Don't want to have to call last orders on me do you?" That got the bartender moving. Slipping out from behind the table, Blake moved over towards the bar and had managed to undo his pants completely, they pooled down around his ankles in one fluid movement as he pressed her pussy's lips apart and he slowly pushed his hips forward, sliding himself all the way back inside of her prompting a moan and a groan from both of the participants. Pulling out and then pushing back inside of her, Blake's hands held her close before he laughed to himself. "Sloppy seconds..." "Hey pal! They were your firsts! Now get to it." "Right away." Blake said with a grin, pulling his hips back and then forcing his way forward, feeding his length inside of her with a passionate, heavy stroke. Both of the people moaned at the action but when Cobie pushed her hips back with a gentle thrust, Blake smiled to himself and started to resume his pumping strokes, sliding in and then out of her. His balls beat against her body as his fingers maintained a firm grip on her thighs, making sure that the skirt she was wearing was folded up over her ass so he could get a focused look on her ass while he pounded her from behind. Cobie's head had fallen forward and her mouth was hanging open in a near permanent orgasmic state. What had once been a series of mini orgasms had now completely stripped away and her silky, smooth walls were hugging him tightly as if to ensure that he could never leave from inside her. Not that he would want to of course, she thought to herself as her open palms slapped against the cold surface of the bar as she let out a primal cry of pleasure. Whenever Blake dug his fingers into her skin, she let out a growl of pleasure and gritted her teeth, her orgasm continuing to build as he stroked inside of her. Blake's whole body was working over time as he pumped inside of her from behind. Blake always liked this position because he was able to manipulate his lover's body, always whenever they wanted him to as well of course. Testing the waters, he offered Cobie's ass a firm slap and as he pumped inside of her, he watched her reaction in the bar, much to his delight she threw her head backwards and flashed him a grin in the mirror. She smacked her hands on the bar again before throwing her hair over her shoulder and looking back at him. "If you're going to smack my ass you've got to do it right!" She growled through gritted teeth, roughly jabbing her hips backwards to force his length all the way inside of her. She moved back to look towards her front, closing her eyes as if to brace for the second strike on her rear. As soon as the second slap rang out, Cobie let out a cry of pleasure and moaned his name huskily. "Oh fuck yes Blake! Smack my ass and smack it right!" She cried out, her hips rolling in circles whenever he pushed all of his length inside of her. Massaging her cheeks, Blake smacked the same cheek again before using the other hand to run it up and down her spine, eventually travelling up to the tip of her back. Her brown hair was shaking from side to side as she was taken from behind, looking at it, he then made another snap decision and grabbed a fist full of her hair. Giving it a sharp tug, he pulled her head back and up off of the bar while she was pushed up against the bar with his dick sliding in and out of her. Cobie and Blake's eyes locked and before she had chance to do anything else, their lips meshed together and their mouths parted in a hungry fashion. Their tongues gelled with each others, curling around one another's and sucking almost perfectly as their bodies stretched, moved and moaned for each others. Keeping a hand in her hair and using the other to continue to slap her ass, Blake growled in delight as he felt her tongue vibrating in his mouth. In fact, it wasn't only her tongue that was shaking. Her body was now almost quaking in his holds while he pounded his way all the way inside of her. With her head yanked all the way back, Cobie was completely at Blake's mercy though she didn't want to be anywhere else. Her entire body trembled, her nails did their absolute best to try to rip the wood right up off of the bar as her orgasm started to build. His teeth nipped at her bottom lip as she was pounded hard from behind. Her hands slapped against the bar one last time and with a final tug of her hair, her head was yanked backwards once more and her walls squeezed tightly around him. One powerful orgasm squeezed his length tightly and her head was thrown backwards as she climaxed hard around him, an almost silent scream tore from her lungs as she came hard and fast around him. "Not giving up yet are you?" Blake asked through gritted teeth, afraid of cracking them from how hard he was working on not cumming again. "Not... Oh fuck! Not... Not until you cum all over... Fuck! Cum all over my face!" Cobie cried out, smacking her hands on the bar again, her hands becoming red from the constant action of hitting the bar. She looked over her shoulder, a welcoming, almost serene look on her face as her body was rocked backwards and forwards from her rough treatment. "You want... Shit... You want me to cum on your face?" Blake asked, pushing his dick all the way in and then pulling it all the way out to slam his way inside her. "Cum on my fucking face!" Cobie spat back, her hands simply staying where they were now as he hammered inside her. She whined when he pulled out of her but quickly got with the programme as she realised just what Blake wanted to do. Her tits exposed, her hair a mess and her pussy pooling with the remnants of his orgasm and both of hers, Cobie Smulders looked like a well fucked whore which, as she watched Blake stroke himself, was actually what she felt like. Closing her mouth to ensure that all of his sperm would stay on her face, Cobie braced herself while she listened to Blake stroke himself. Blake's right hand was working a mile a minute as he looked down at Cobie who seemed far too weak to do anything else. Her face was a picture of pleasure as he let out a groan and shot his first rope of cum. The first rope arced from his dick's head and sprayed against her left cheek, another rope erupted from his tip and landed over the bridge of her nose, he continued to stroke, moving to completely empty his balls on her face. The final two spurts of his orgasm landed on her forehead and the other shot across her right eyelid almost glueing her eye shut. Groaning in pleasure, he stroked his length one last time and climbed off of her chest in a slow moving fashion. Sighing in delight at the sight of the now cum-covered Cobie Smulders, he blindly groped behind him and found one of the bar napkins he hadn't cleared away just yet. Passing it to her, he took in a breath of fresh air and let his head fall backwards. "Fuck me..." He uttered, coming down from his intense orgasmic high. Looking over at her as she managed to sit up on her elbows and started to dab at her face, cleansing it of his own cum. "Oh, judging by that performance I don't think you could handle another round." "Screw you! I didn't even to eat you out." He replied, laughing at her as he slowly got to his hands and knees. Looking out, he could see that it was almost one in the morning, late for both of them. Standing up, Blake reached down and picked up his pants, slipping them up and fastening them around his waist as he moved over to the door, slipping his key into the lock while offering Cobie some privacy for when she wanted to clean herself up. Quitting Time: Last Call "Well, as tempting as that offer is... I gotta get going." She was on her very wobbly feet, but standing upright. Looking around, Cobie sauntered over to the bar and picked up her shirt and shawl, leaving her underwear on the table. Regretfully covering her chest up, Cobie checked her reflection one last time in the mirror before walking over to the door where Blake was waiting for her. Flashing him an award winning smile, she gave his crotch a goodbye squeeze and spoke to him again. "Not bad for a Kings fan. Don't forget to clean the bar before you go home!" Blake sighed in pleasure as he watched Cobie leave the bar and move over to her car, digging into her bag to find her car keys and then unlocking her Rav-4. Offering her a wave, he turned on his heel and moved back into the bar. He could hear the background noise of the game but right now he really didn't care. Seeing the same tissue Cobie had used to mop her face up sitting neatly on the bar's flat surface, he approached it with a sense of confusion. He could even see two sets of numbers on the napkin that wasn't blotched with his cum. Cobie had left him a message! "You've been a good boy. Let me know next time we're playing and I'll see if Romanoff wants to spectate too! Love, Cobie xXx" Holy shit... -End-