0 comments/ 14784 views/ 3 favorites Tales from Smasher's Bar and Grille Ch. 1 By: Sperman Alexie Cal was one-third of the way to drunk and three-quarters of the way to horny. The neon lights behind the bar reflected in the mirror, casting a green, red and yellow blend of blinking light onto his face. Smasher's, it flashed, showing a neon silhouette of a beer can, then it would blink to a second message, Get Smashed, and would show the silhouette of the beer can now crushed flat. Cal thought it was a pretty creative name, and admired Tommy "Smasher" Johnson for coming up with the catchy turn of phrase. "Smasher" was a former football player, having warmed the benches of several NFL teams from Miami to New Orleans to Chicago, before finishing his career in Detroit, whose suburbs he settled down in. Smasher was a huge man, sans neck, who had picked up his nickname and reputation as a powerful player who didn't have much staying power. He would be there for the big plays, but then he would have to sit out for several. Injury prone and easily winded, Smasher had saved his earnings from the NFL to open this popular suburban night spot. Cal, a jaded sports writer, had ridden his own series of ups and downs before being relegated to doing a series of "Where are they now" stories for one of the national sports magazines. He had decided to do a piece on Smasher when he found out the athlete owned a bar. He was sick of the pro football players and baseball players that worked for insurance agencies or had their own internet businesses selling their feeble autographs. Smasher had lit onto his off-field passtime: Drinking and cooking rich barbecue food. Cal finished his fourth "Smasher's Dasher," an alcoholic concoction that supposedly included protein and ginseng. It was supposed to be the healthiest alcoholic form of aphrodisiac in the U.S. Cal didn't know...it didn't seem to be doing anything for him, aside from get him "Smashed." He considered ordering a drink with gingko biloba to help clear his head. "Hey handsome," a voice whispered in his ear. Startled, Cal spun to his left, but nobody was there...at least not close enough to be whispering in his ear. There were hundreds of "Smasher's Best Friends" present, but he was more or less alone at the bar. "I'm over here," the husky voice intoned, in his right ear this time. He spun right, hoping he didn't look like a complete boob. Nope...nobody. Although his rapid movements did attract the attention of a young man with his wife. Yep, he looked like a boob. "I'm nearby, sweety," the estranged voice said. "Come find me...I'll make it worth your while...I have a drink waiting for you." Cal was up and drifting around the smoke-filled tavern before he realized he was even moving. He looked at the eyes of all the women who were alone. There were a lot of them. The sexy blonde in the tight red dress. Her ice-blue eyes looked him over, and she licked her lips. Her hand moved toward her breast, drawing his attention that way. He wondered if it was her. "No, honey...I'm over this way." Cal immediately broke eye contact with the bewitching blonde and continued his search. Several women caught his eye, all of them looked inviting to him, even the one who looked like a post-apocalyptic cyberpunk dyke seemed interested in him. One, sad-looking woman seemed to almost speak to him, but then the persistent voice drew him elsewhere. He didn't notice that the sad-looking woman vanished as soon as his attention was drawn away. Finally, he found the owner of the enchanting voice that had been teasing him, and he realized it was worth the wait. The raven-haired beauty had almost porcelain-white skin, and wore a velvety crimson dress...whose color seemed to shimmer between black and a bright red. The dress was cut in a low V-neck, exposing her ample milky-white breasts and considerable cleavage. With even the most subtle movement, the dress's colors would shift, exposing that she wore no bra, as the shiny fabric was pulled taut across her large, protruding nipples. She had deep brown eyes that bored a hole through Cal's soul. Her dark hair was kept in sweeping curls, which seemed to enshroud her perfectly shaped face, enticing him to look at her eyes, and her beautiful pouty lips. She wore gold hoop earrings with crystal studs, and wore several gold and silver bangles around her wrist. The dress was slit on the side almost up to her rib cage. Her waist was adorned with a shiny black sash, which was held together by an enticing ruby and gold brooch. "You've found me," she purred. "Now that I've found you..." he stammered, "...what do I do with you?" "You take me across the street to your motel room and show me a good time," she cooed at him. He felt weak at the knees. He closed his eyes for a second, and suddenly the raucous hip-hop music from the jukebox disappeared. His eyes fluttered open and he found himself in his motel room. The woman was with him, reaching her hands into his blazer and dress shirt underneath, rubbing her warm palms and fingers against his chest. Her long, dark fingernails scratched across the surface of his chest, almost painfully. Suddenly, she tore open his shirt, gouging cuts across his chest in the process. "OW! HEY!" he protested, but the woman became a flurry of activity, waving her arms around in chaotic patterns. Although she didn't touch him, he felt her hands push him backwards onto his bed. He tried to resist, but the force of energy became impossible to overcome. He flailed against the unseen power, but wound up pinned to the bed, his clenched fists limp at the sides of his head. His wrists felt as though incredible weights were pressing against them...not painfully, but forcefully enough that he could not move. The room seemed to get brighter as the beautiful attacker unbuttoned and unzipped his faded blue jeans, pulling them down to his knees. She crossed her arms in front of her in a bizarre move, her hands clawed. His underwear shredded and flew across the room. He couldn't hear anything over the roar of energy coursing through the room, coupled with the pounding of his heart. "Now," she purred in an overpowering whisper, "Now you show me a good time." With a snap of her wrists, Cal became completely immobile, except for his suddenly very aroused cock, which sprang to attention like the faithful trooper it was. Always willing to take the risks, his libido. The enchanting captor stood at his side with a wry grin on her crimson lips. Her dress, which had been so enticing, literally seemed to melt from her body, revealing the most beautiful set of breasts Cal had ever seen. On the right side of her muscular body was a tattoo. The image of a snake was draped across her torso, its tail touching her lovely heart-shaped pubic region. The tattoo seemed to slither all the way up to her right breast, where the snake's head rested. She seemed to float in the air until she was seated, straddling his body. Her powerful arm reached down and pulled his limp head up to her right breast. "Kiss the snake's tongue, lover," she said. The snake's tongue ended in fork, right by the areola of her enormous breast. He kissed her nipple, and felt an almost electric energy tingling on his lips. He kissed it again. "Ooooo...suck my breast...taste my nectar...enjoy ..." He began to suck her breast, and was greeted with a thick, sweet tasting substance. Not breast milk...he had tasted that once before when he screwed a young single mother...this was different...exotic...fruity. As the warm, sticky fluid filled his mouth, he found himself getting dizzy. But at the same time, he couldn't stop...in fact, he needed it more. He sucked until he almost lost consciousness. Then, a finger came between his lips and the tender nipple. "That's all for now," she said. "Now you will make me cum," she purred into his ear. She squirmed up his body and muscular legs wrapped around his head, grinding her luscious twat into his face. Her pussy had a similar sweet taste to it, and he found himself lapping at her juices with reckless abandon, completely ignorant of his surroundings. There was just him, and this beautiful enchantress' hot, juicy, sweet cunt. She began to get in rhythm with his tongue, grinding her pubic mound into his face. She rode Cal's face and began to shudder. He stuck his tongue as deeply into her twat as he could reach, straining his neck and jaw to lap every last drop of her pussy juice. Suddenly her body stiffened as she mashed her clitoris into his lips. She began to buck wildly, shuddering and rocking as she buried him in her fount. A moan began to slip from her mouth, filling his head with the fullnes of her ecstasy. He not only heard her building up sexual energy, he thought it. She had taken him over, body and soul. She came, arching her back, nearly suffocating him in the depths of her puss. As her sexual release began in the most incredible orgasm he have ever given someone, a tidal wave of her pussy juice came to his mouth, nearly drowning him in her sweet, intoxicating juices. She lifted herself from his face and then, with a snap of her fingers, he found his cock even more fully erect than before. It veritably bulged, longer and thicker than he had ever seen it. From across the room, she began to gently caress the air, as though she had his cock in her hand. "What...what...what are you, a witch?" he asked. She laughed a rich, hearty laugh. "Witch? Honey, I'm far more powerful than a simple witch," she said, clenching her fist. He felt his cock in the metaphysical squeeze of her hand. "No, my handsome fool, I operate on a far higher plane than those simple-minded tree huggers." "I am an enchantress, a sorceress, a wizardess...a GODDESS," she cooed, increasing the tension on his rock-hard rock. "I have the power to manipulate matter, create whole new realities," she said. "You can have that too, lover! You've tasted my nectar, drank from the wines of a goddess...tell me...did you feel my power?" She released the incredible tension on his cock, and began to gently caress it, still from across the room. "I can make you come on cue," she said. "I can fire all your synapses and make your head explode in ecstasy." "But..." she said, edging closer. "I much prefer more..." His cock bulged and bulged, straining as though it were a creature of its own. "...Traditional routes." she said, wrapping her pouty lips around the head of his cock, taking the entire length of it into her mouth. He felt his sexual energy riding a tidal wave, ready to burst from his enlarged member, but then he was back at the beginning of his orgasmic roller coaster, again building up force and energy. And again he started over. He realized that he would have already had an orgasm, coating the back of this woman's throat with an unstoppable gush of semen, but she was manipulating his senses. His body began to quake and shudder. He rocked back and forth, but still was immobilized by the sorceress' power. And suddenly she stopped sucking and climbed on top of his throbbing meat, inching her golden pussy over his hulking slab of cock, absorbing his multiple layers of orgasmic pressure, taking his soul, spirit and body into her own, forming a permanent link between the two... And then, her eyes wide, she came... ...and he came... In the most mind-blowing, energy-filled orgasm of his life, Cal felt as though he was falling from the top of the Empire State Building. Wind and air rushed past his ears, the piercing wail of his lover's second orgasm penetrated his very being. He knew that if he died in that moment, he would have had a taste of heaven and his life would have been fulfilled in the deepest sense of pleasure and ecstasy. Gravity finally began to stop pulling so hard at him...he felt his falling body gently land in a cushion of soft, warm air. * * * * * The ringing of the phone woke Cal up. Golden sunlight bathed the rustic motel room in an eerie way, as dust particles danced in the beams of light, chaotically fulfilling their own patterns in the cosmic order. Cal, unable to move to answer the phone, realized that his stomach was covered with dried and drying splotches of his semen and the enchantress' sticky, sweet nectar. The woman was nowhere to be found. His face, too, was sticky with her pussy juice, in fact his entire neck and head had been bathed in her "wine of the gods" when she had come on him. The door rattled. He wondered if she had come back to release him from her spell. "Oh...oh...sorry..." came the voice of the frail motel manager. "When you didn't answer the phone, I worried." "It's uh...ok...I can't seem to move." "Oh...you had the sorceress goddess woman..." the manager said with a smile. "Just thank God you didn't get the vampire...I hate finding her handiwork in my rooms!" To Be Continued... Tales from Smasher's Bar and Grille Ch. 2 Cal was two-thirds of the way to scared-to-death, and all the way to "hooked on the thrill." Sorceresses, goddesses, vampires, ghosts, witches, werewolves, creatures from various-colored lagoons and shape-shifters filled booths and bar stools. There were Ancient Atlantean citizens, friendly and fierce aliens, androids, left-wing and right-wing militants, Goths, techno-geeks, elementals and even a few Jehovah's Witnesses-all manner of bizarre beings filled the tavern run by the former football player, Tommy "Smasher" Johnson. Rumor had it that even Mr. Spock had been there once, accompanied by "Q," and Art Bell but that had never been confirmed or denied by the proprietor. After his first encounter with a nameless woman who claimed to be a sorceress, or goddess, Cal had spent every night at the bar, examining its patrons. He hadn't had the guts to go to bed with any of them, but he knew they were there. He was able to pick out some of the obvious strangers, but had been to nervous to attempt contact. An alien had hit on him, but he wasn't into the whole inter-species, intergalactic, same-sex anal probe scene. To his credit, Smasher Johnson was mum about any of his patrons being anything other than good, paying customers. (Although Cal was positive he had heard the huge man once lament about being paid in "newt noses and Arcturian Dweezips.") Cal, a washed-up reporter for a national sports magazine, had finished his "Where are they now" interviews with Smasher. Now he was following up with a little "personal" investigation. He wondered if any of the tabloids knew about this place. He could make a bundle getting laid by aliens and then recounting the experiences. "Buy you a drink?" said a husky female voice. Cal looked up to stare into the beautiful, deep ... crimson eyes ... of a tall woman with long brown hair. She had an accent he couldn't quite place. She was statuesque, the stuff that wet dreams were made of. "Uh...sure," he stammered. "You from around here?" He immediately felt like an idiot for asking such a ridiculous question. She threw back her head and roared a hearty laugh, shaking her head. Her long, curly locks danced across her back. Her large, firm breasts stood up and heaved at the raucous laughter. "By here, do you mean this galaxy?" Cal shook his head and wished he could start over again. "You are cute," she said. "I would very much like to join you for an evening of complete sexual interaction." "You don't have to ask me twice," Cal said, asking for his bill. * * * * * As they entered Cal's motel room, he took a moment to truly study the woman he was with. He would have to carefully recollect her features if he was going to jot down the information later for publication. She was approximately six feet tall, with long, flowing hair and beautiful ... albeit crimson ... eyes. Her body looked muscular from head to toe, save for a firm, but soft-looking pair of large breasts. Her skin would have passed for caucasian, but had a slight bluish green tint. Subtle...enough to make her look exotic (or sick, depending on the beholder.) She wore a low- cut blouse and a tight miniskirt which accentuated her tight, firm ass. "Please, will you appease my custom, and allow us each to take turns undressing slowly?" she asked. "Sure," Cal replied. "Can't ignore customs." "Thank you, handsome one," she said. Cal still couldn't decide if she was poetic, or if things just got "lost" in translation. "Goddess Vannshu will be quite satisfied." "Who goes first?" "It would arouse me greatly if you were to undress first, my love," she purred. Cal began to slowly undress, trying to be sexy without being foolish. He wasn't sure how successful he was, but eventually he was naked, and this alien babe was visibly arroused. Her nipples seemed to stand erect the way a good hard cock would at the sight of a beautiful woman. She stood and slowly removed her blouse, pulling it up from the skirt to reveal a small, perky set of breasts, similar to what a just-turned-18 Catholic schoolgirl might offer. Cal was immediately aroused, but confused. Under the blouse, her tits had seemed enormous. She continued to remove her blouse, lifting it higher, revealing a second, much larger pair of breasts, round, firm and bouncing softly as they were set free from the confines of her clothing. Despite every urge in Cal's brain to run screaming from the room, the sight of this four-breasted alien woman brought his cock to full erection in no time at all. The room filled with a strong, alluring musky scent, causing Cal's eyelids to droop a little. "Does the sight of me offend you?" She asked. "No...not at all...it's just...the ... there's a strong smell..." "Oh...pheromones...it is a sign among my people of ... " she blushed slightly, her cheeks turning a dark shade of blue before returning to their normal color. "...extreme arousal. If you were of my race, it would immediately make you my willing...suitor." "It has a similar effect on me," Cal said, stepping toward her. "Please, finish the ritual." She slowly pulled her skirt down to reveal a beautiful pubic mound with a soft tuft of dark hair. She turned her back to him for a second, and he noticed she had what appeared to be a tail in back, extending from just below where the tailbone would be on a human. The tail was about a foot long, and as wide as finger at the base. It tapered off at the end, except for a bumpy nub at the end. He tried not to think of the anatomical differences, but instead focused on the unique nature of this event. This woman was beautiful. "Does it frighten you?" she asked. "What?" "The unusual nature of my body, does it frighten you?" "No...it ... intrigues me..." he said. "You are very beautiful." She took a moment to absorb this information before continuing. "Come then, and enjoy me." He stepped closer as his cock became rock-hard. They stood there, and he began to kiss her softly at first. She reached her hand around his head and pulled his face tightly against hers, as her tongue began to explore his mouth. They fell on the bed, tangled in a heap, still kissing passionately. Cal felt his mouth and lips numb slightly. He pulled away and began to kiss lightly down the side of her neck. Eventually he reached her upper right breast and began to kiss her nipple lightly. She moaned. "The upper b...breasts..." she murmured. "They are for your pleasure...the lower ones...those are for my pleasure." Cal didn't know what to make of that, but began to suck in earnest on her enormous, bulbous knocker. As he sucked, he began to taste something sweet...like honey. He sucked harder, and found that her areola was secreting some sort of thick, sticky fluid. It tasted wonderful, but was hard to suck out. He noticed that his already stiff cock seemed to grow much larger. After a while, he switched to the other side, pulling her muscular body against his mouth as he sucked gently at first, and then much harder on her other breast. As he swallowed more tiny gulps of the fluid, he felt his already abnormally large rod grow further, thickening with each passing second. He reached down and grabbed her ass tightly in his hands, pulling her tighter against his body. He planted his lips around her right lower breast and sucked gently. Her entire body stiffened, and then seemed to wither. "Oh yes, lover," she purred..."yes yes yes yes yes." She squirmed and bucked as he sucked her lower breast. It, too secreted a fluid, but it was not flavorful like the upper breasts had been. Her fingers reached down and spread the folds of her pussy. "Fill me," she said, huskily. She slowly lowered her twat onto his huge, telephone pole of a rod. Her hot pussy enveloped his dick, wracking his body with an electrical current of sexual energy. He bucked slightly, and then settled into his groove, sliding his cock against the tight, rubbery feel of her labia. As he fully penetrated the alien cunt, he felt his energy being sapped, and recharged at an almost equal pace. He could see himself through her eyes, and he realized that some sort of telepathic rapport was developing. He closed his eyes and concentrated on fucking this beauty from beyond. He continued to slide his cock into her steamy love-hole, listening to the rhythmic slurping of her hot, sticky juices as he pumped away. As she knelt over him, her tight ass bouncing in the air, he found a larger upper tit again and began to suck. He felt her pussy seem to get tighter, but hearing her moan made him realize his cock had grown again. He felt something hard against his ass. "That tail of yours..." he murmured from her breast. "That is my clitoris...it requires stimulation for me to fully...enjoy this act," she cooed between gasps as she continued to pump away on his cock. The room seemed balmy, and he realized that both of them were sweating madly. Neither partner seemed to mind. "How dow you stimulate it? "Males of my species have a receptacle near their penises, and the female's clitoris is inserted to that for stimulation." Not wanting to lose this moment of pure ecstasy, Cal made an offer he had refused before. "I have a receptacle near my penis," he started, shivering at the thought of what he was saying. "It's not the most...... sanitary place, but you can use it for.. st...stim...stimulation." "Oh...that is such a beautiful offer," she purred. "I accept." He felt the tail/clitoris rub up against his asshole and begin to probe it, gently. He concentrated on her eyes, and the big mammoth tit still in his mouth. A burning sensation in his ass told him she had penetrated, with the bumpy nub sending electrical energy through his body, and simultaneously relaxing his ass to absorb more of her rubbery love spot. Almost immediately, she began to scream, furiously bouncing on his cock. Thick, sticky fluid spurted into his mouth, with another stream shooting from the other breast into his ear. The two lower breasts began to spurt out a viscous greenish, opaque fluid, similar to Irish Creme creamer, gushing it out onto his neck and chest. And suddenly the electrical, sexual current built to a crescendo, and he came violently, filling her alien love cave with what felt like quart after quart of his fuck juice. She continued to shudder, and he felt the clit-tail begin to pulse, slowly at first, then more rapidly. He felt energy build. She looked him squarely in the eye and said: "Good night my love, you were superb...it was blessed." And suddenly, he felt his ass tighten around her clitoris and a numbing energy crept up his body from his asshole to his head and toes, expanding slowly at first, and then more rapidly. He realized he was losing consciousness. He saw her kiss him, and then he felt the numbing energy become more intense... ...almost painful... ...painful... ...and then he felt nothing. * * * * * Cal woke up the next morning to find the motel's manager standing over him, shaking his head. Cal's chest was covered by a sticky, dry green film. His hair was pasted to the left side of his head, stuck by something that looked and felt like a cross between maple syrup and super glue. His cock was still stiff as a board, and his ass ached tremendously. "You don't learn, do you?" the manager chided him. "No..." Cal mumbled, "I guess not." "Let's see, green gunk and a stiff cock...does your ass hurt?" "Yeah." "It was that blue bitch...the one from .... where the hell is it?" "She didn't say." "At least she liked you," the manager said. "How do you know?" "If she hadn't been satisfied, she would have torn your lungs out and eaten them," the manager said. Cal felt sick. "Stay away from that bar," the manager said. "You get yourself a vampire or a werewolf, and they won't be so kind as to leave you breathing." Cal wished he could heed the warning... ...but deep inside, he knew he never could... To Be Continued...