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The Bartender

By: EmeraldLion



Having just moved to the area, and not knowing anyone else, I went out with my much younger cousin the other night and we ended up at a pretty divey bar. She and I are much different, and while I love her, we don't see eye to eye on much of anything. I was quickly bored with the boys at the club being too young to have any manners or enough money to make up for the lack. So, instead I wandered upstairs and bought myself a drink from the bar there. Surveying the scene from the upstairs railing and quietly drinking, I was feeling reckless and frustrated. Before I knew it, it was last call and I was in a fairly bad mood having not even sparked a conversation with anyone. Friends and relatives might have chalked it up to intimidation; they tell me I am too pretty and too smart. On the other hand, I was used to being ignored by the male population whether out of fear or disinterest, being ignored is being ignored. 

At twenty-eight, I still have the mythological proportions of 36-24-38, legs that go on for miles and creamy white Irish skin. My eyes are deep green and enchanting, or so I'm told. Out of disgust with the situation and more than a little desperation, I turned to the bartender for one last drink. By this time, it wasn't very crowded up stairs and the bartender started a simple conversation with me. After a little small talk, he asked me what I was doing after the club closed, and very interested, I replied that I was with my little cousin but other than that nothing much. He wasn't especially impressive at first glance- tallish, funky bleached hair with cool blue tips. I couldn't tell much else from my side of the bar, but he seemed attractive and intelligent enough. 

My cousin wandered upstairs about this time and said she wasn't feeling well and wanted to go home. I had really been warming to the idea of hanging out with this guy. There was something about him that drew me in inexplicably. Regretfully, I turned to Jeff and offered my e-mail address as a way of staying in touch. By the time I got home from dropping my cousin off, it was about 3 AM and I sat down at my computer to see if surfing porn would give me any relief. To my surprise, I had e-mail waiting for me and it was from Jeff, the bartender! I opened it and felt a thrill of energy shoot down my spine into my crotch. Very simply, it said, "I want you to call me." followed by his number. 

Despite the fact that it was now about quarter to four, I called him anyway. He answered immediately and told me that he wanted to see me. Feeling very curious, and very turned on by his quiet commands, I found myself getting into my car and driving over to his place. My brain kept asking what in hell I thought I was doing, but the moisture in my panties overruled reason. I arrived at his apartment and he pulled me inside without a word. As the door closed, he crushed me against it while kissing me forcefully. He wound his hand in my long blonde hair just tight enough to make me almost cum right there. He held me there for another minute or two kissing me deeply and passionately. I could feel his tongue piercing teasing me. Then, suddenly, he twisted my hair a little tighter in his fingers and simply stared into my eyes. I was so turned on I could barely stand up. He asked me, "Are you scared?" All I could do was shake my head, no. 

He took my hand and led me to his bedroom where he must have had forty or fifty candles burning on every level surface. Next to the bed, he started to peel off my clothes. I hadn't changed from my club clothes and he drew my soft black shirt over my head and un-snapped my plum colored sequined miniskirt, letting it fall to the floor. Leaving me standing there in my black lace bra, thong, and lace-top thigh-highs. Slowly, he walked around me tracing trails on my skin with his fingertips ever so lightly. Admiring my D-plus cup breasts and dancer's physique. He asked if I was ok, if I needed anything and again, beyond words, I just shook my head. He came closer then, and began kissing my neck very gently nibbling. I felt for the edge of the bed to sit before my knees gave out. He smiled at me and helped me lie across his big bed, continuing to kiss me all the while. Abruptly, he picked me up and turned me length-wise on the bed. He had both of my hands above my head in one of his, while his other hand roughly squeezed my tits through my bra. He leaned back a moment and eased off the bed as he unbuttoned his shirt, and took it off. Then he went over to a drawer and came back with a sapphire-colored scarf. Wearing only his pants, he climbed back onto the bed and helped me out of my bra then, tied my wrists together over my head to the headboard. Glancing at me to check my reaction, I was entranced. 

The body that earlier had hidden behind a loose shirt was smooth skinned, well muscled and very, very nice. The feel of his skin on mine as he reached above me was electrifying and I arched my back for more contact. He edged away and sat back on his heels as he reached for a candle on the nightstand. He came back toward me with a large cream-colored pillar and suddenly poured wax onto my left nipple. I gasped and then gasped again as he poured more wax onto my right nipple. The wax was just this side of too hot, almost enough to burn and as it cooled and tightened on my already hard nipples was almost excruciating in its intensity. 

He put the candle back and returned to savage my mouth with kisses again. He started to move slowly down the length of my body, leaving an electric trail of kisses and small bites. He lifted up my right leg and started to bite me not so gently on the inner thigh at the top of my stocking, moving relentlessly toward my pussy. I could feel his hot breath as he came closer and closer. Suddenly, he sat up, and slowly slid my black lace thong down and off. Then without further warning, he buried his face in my pussy. I could feel the ball of his tongue piercing barbell, on my clit. I came with such force that I actually screamed! But, he kept on… I think I must have lost consciousness for a second and when I came to, I was still cumming…again and again. 

He stood up, unzipped his pants, and unveiled a beautiful cock. I wanted so badly to kiss its smooth head and run my tongue up and down the considerable length of it, but I was tied to the bed. I heard myself mewling like a kitten as I strained against the silk at my wrists toward it. He gave me a wicked grin and stroked it lovingly. "Do you like it?" he asked. All I could do was moan something unintelligible. "What was that?" he teased as he knelt on the bed bringing it closer to my lips. He said, "Tell me what you want." All I could focus on was his lovely penis just inches from my waiting lips. "Mmmmm, bring it here." I whispered. "Not until you tell me what you want to do. Say it!" he commanded. I met his eyes and quickly looked away. "I want to suck it." I said very quietly not looking at him. "Not good enough. Try again." he taunted. I looked him dead in the eye and said firmly "I want to suck your cock". He hesitated for a moment and then came closer and finally allowed me to satisfy my need to suck that length of velvet-steel fuck rod. 

It was unbelievably soft and I luxuriated in the feel of my tongue lapping at the head and tasting that pearl of excitement that I had induced. He growled animalist ally and returned the favor by licking his way down my flat stomach to my pussy and slathering it with his tongue. Teasing me to the edge of orgasm and then stopping repeatedly. He began to slide his teasing tongue lower and lower until he was licking my asshole. I tried to squirm away but he held my hips in an iron grip. To my surprise, I began to enjoy it in spite of myself. I felt his cock getting even harder in my hot, wet mouth as I tried to swallow as much of his cock as I could. By this time, I was lying in a puddle of my own juice, and he licked my pussy and ass like he was drinking champagne.

With another feral growl he climbed off me and turned himself around to resume teasing me, with his cock this time. I couldn't stand it anymore. I begged, "Please….please…" "Please what?" he asked. "Please let me have your cock…" "Where?" he challenged. "In my cunt!" I rasped, beyond any embarrassment now. He rewarded me by driving his shaft into me in one swift thrust. Deep and hard he held there for a moment, only to pull almost all the way out and then drive forcefully back in. He kissed me roughly while he continued to thrust into my sopping pussy with long sure strokes. He pulled back a little and bit the wax off my nipples. I came again, around his cock, loving the feeling of it filling my pussy. As I was cumming, I felt his finger push it's way into my asshole, but I was too lost in the moment to protest. 

When I was done shivering in extacy, he drew out slowly, and looked into my glazed eyes as he put the head of his cock at the entrance to my ass. I began to shake my head fearfully and he bent to kiss me tenderly, saying "Shhhhh…just relax it's easier that way." I was still afraid, but he gently rubbed my clit while continuing to push my limits. Before I knew it, he was halfway into my ass. He held still for a moment and kissed me again before saying in a groan "Oh, your ass feels so sweet…I knew it would, mmmm" I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensations as he continued push into my virgin hole. He was all the way in and again, paused to let me adjust. After a moment, he began to move slowly back and forth and to my shock, I loved it! "Oh god, that feels good." I murmured. I opened my eyes to see him smiling down at me. 

He began to increase his pace and I bucked my hips to meet his driving force. He stopped for a second and reached for the candle again. Still splitting my ass with his meat, he poured the melted wax between my breasts and down my belly. As he reached my pubes, the hot wax ran out, he then blew out the candle. He started to rub it on my clit and up and down my shaved pussy lips. It was still warm from being lit and was easily three inches around. After getting it good and soaked in my cunt juice, he slid it between the lips of my pussy. Now I had his cock in my ass and a candle in my cunt filling me totally, in a way I had never imagined. As he began to stroke in and out of my ass, again I came in an earth shattering orgasm, by far the most powerful yet. As I was finishing, I felt him pumping faster into my ass and he roared as he came and bent closer to kiss me viciously until his orgasm subsided. I wrapped my long legs around him and held him inside me while we recovered.

The Bartender



Your late and I am waiting for you in the hotel lounge. The place is empty, except for the blond bartender, and I am watching something on the TV and don't notice you have arrived. You walk up behind me and nuzzle my ear while you cup my breast, pleased that the only thing that separates your hand from my hardening nipple is the thin silky material of my tank dress. 

My lips part eagerly for your searching fingers as you deepen our kiss. It doesn't take long for your fingers to work their magic. I am close to climaxing when your whiskered chin bares my breast to your seeking mouth. Tonguing my peak with the same circular motion that your thumb has opted to please my clit. You slide your fingers inside of me hard and fast until your mouth pulls away from my throbbing nipple to capture my cries of release. 

I hide my bared breast to your chest and my face in the crook of your neck as you answer the bartenders "ahem". He goes and locks the doors before bringing us the scotch you've ordered. Instead of reaching for your wallet you simply bare my other breast and thumb the peak as you offer it to him. Smiling he accepts and eagerly devours my taut nipple. I can't hide my concern as I look into your eyes. You just smile as you kiss me and tell me to be a good girl and open my legs for him. Grabbing his hand, you pull it to between my legs. He needs no other urging to slide two fingers deep into me. 

Taking your drink and dousing your fingers in it, you begin to suckle my other breast. Your fingers start to tease my anal opening. The juices you created earlier along with the scotch grant you easy entry into my tight little hole. I am grasping both your heads to my breasts as you both work toward my climax. Each penetrating me at a different pace. 

My climax is barely over before you tell the bartender to slide his pants down. You place me straddling him, facing you. Gliding my dress over my head, you lower me onto his hard staff. Refilling your drink, your eyes never leave my bouncing breasts. You hold the bottle of scotch to my lips and love the way the amber liquid burns tears to my eyes. 

I unzip your fly, releasing your swollen shaft and balls. Grabbing the back of my head you fuck my mouth, knowing you are too big. You pull from me as you hear the bartender cum and send glasses to the floor as you fling me to my tummy on the table. Hard and fast you enter me. Spanking my ass cheeks, you cum quickly. Pulling out you let your juice squirt onto and into my ass. 

With no urging at all the bartender has spread my legs wider and is not plying his tongue to cleaning up every drop off my body, his, mine and yours. Pouring a dose of scotch into my anal canal, the bartender eagerly starts to tongue fuck me there, while you smack my mouth with your hard again cock. You go too fast, I can't capture your head to suck on it. That makes you laugh. 

You've pulled one of the barstools closer to us and instruct the bartender to have a seat and me to climb on top of him, facing him. Watching him nip at each breast, you walk up behind me and slowly rock into me. You've never taken me there before and I cry out at the pain. You grab my hair and pull it back so that my ear is to your lips. Explaining to me that this is my punishment for enjoying the bartender as you set the pace for all of us to ride. The mirror behind the bar shows you the torment and ecstasy that crosses my face. Knowing that the pain has subsided as my body adjusts to accept your presence, riding me harder and deeper you feel yourself about to explode and realize that I am cumming with you. 

Helping me to stand, you like watching juices ooze down my bare legs and you have the bartender wipe me clean with the table cloth. Seeing the bartender harden while at this chore you decide I need more. Taking the cloth from the bartender you start to clean your cock and he takes over that task for you too. It hardens you. Bringing me to my knees you have us kiss at the head of your cock, slowly sliding your entire shaft through our lips and letting our tongues leave fiery wet trails all the way to the base. My mouth goes under you to pleasure you soft balls and his mouth goes to the tip of you, slowly taking as much of you into his mouth as he can. It's much more than I can take into mine. Pushing me out of the way, you grab his head much as you did mine and fuck his mouth more brutally. 

You can't believe you've done that, you've never allowed another man to touch your penis, but it was so good. Not as good as cumming in my darling pet, but it gives me a reason to punish my pet. Smiling to yourself you fling my dress over your arm and wrap me in another clean table cloth and usher me to the elevator as you hand the bartender a hundred.



The Bartender



Liz and Andy had a favorite little bar in town. They had spent many evenings at this bar just enjoying the scenery while drinking a couple adult beverages. 

And what scenery it was. The bartenders were all very cute, and Liz and Andy had become friends with most of them. One bartender in particular, Natalie, had become really good friends with Liz and Andy. They had hung out a couple of times outside of the bar, and everyone enjoyed each other's company. Everyone loved Natalie. She was 5'6", 115 pounds, and had long black hair and striking green eyes. She knew she was hot, and loved showing off her cute tits or shake her ass. So many men came to the bar to see her, and she always looked great for them. Not only was she absolutely gorgeous, she had the best personality. You always felt like her best friend when you talked to her.

Liz and Andy had met her on one intoxicated night, and Liz did a body shot off of Natalie. Liz licked lime juice off of Natalie's stomach before doing a shot of apple Pucker. The bar erupted in cheers, and one guy asked Liz to lick Natalie again, which she did. Natalie then kissed Liz, and asked Liz to come and visit her sometime. Liz said she would, and then they kissed again. This was Liz's first kiss by a girl, and it was so hot for her. The second kiss was different than the first, much more sensual. Both girls seemed to really enjoy it.

One night, many weeks later, Natalie asked Liz and Andy to take her home at the end of the night. Liz and Andy said yes right away and spent the evening watching her serve drinks and flirt with the customers. She always made time to chat with Liz though. Natalie knew that Liz was bi-curious. Natalie had been with women before, and told Andy that she really liked it. Natalie always flirted with Liz, and Liz loved the attention from this hot girl. 

The evening passed quickly, and soon Natalie yelled, "Last Call!" and people started leaving the bar. Before long, it was just Liz, Andy and Natalie in the bar. Natalie finished cleaning up, and then sat down next to Liz at the bar, with three shots in her hands.

"I just want to thank you again for taking me home tonight. I really appreciate it," Natalie said.

"Don't mention it. We've enjoyed seeing you tonight," Andy said with a smile. "You look great in that skirt." 

And she did look great. She was wearing a short skirt that barely covered her ass, and a halter top that showed ample cleavage. She had small breasts, but she knew how to use them to get attention.

"I like Liz's skirt better then mine," Natalie said back to Andy.

Andy nodded his agreement. Liz was much different looking then Natalie, but still quite cute. At 5'4", her 135 pound frame barely fit her DD breasts. Her blond hair was a strong contrast to Natalie's dark hair. But Liz still got looks everywhere she went, from both men and women. On this night, she wore a cute jean mini-skirt, and a button down shirt that was almost completely unbuttoned. Both her tits and her tight stomach could be seen at the openings of the shirt. Liz could feel the wetness between her legs from the compliment.

Natalie pushed two shots in front of Andy and Liz. "I thought we could do a couple of body shots before you take me home. Who's first?" Natalie looked at Liz with a smile, then nodded to Andy. "Why don't you do one off of me first?"

Andy was more then happy to oblige. Natalie laid down on the bar, lifted up her shirt, and rubbed some lemon on her stomach. Andy leaned down, and slowly licked the lemon off her stomach before doing the shot of tequila. Liz noticed the change in Natalie's breathing as he licked her. Liz knew how well Andy used his tongue, and she could tell Natalie could feel it as well.

"I'm next." Liz said, and hopped up on the bar. "Natalie, would you do the honors?" 

Liz moved her shirt thinking that Natalie would lick in the same spot as Andy did on her, but Natalie moved the top of Liz's shirt down, so that Liz's tit was almost exposed. Natalie rubbed lemon juice on Liz's huge boob, and slowly licked down toward her nipple. Liz almost came at the touch of her tongue. Natalie stood up, and quickly did her shot. 

"I guess it's my turn now." Liz said with devilish grin on her face. Natalie's shot off of her tit put her over the edge, and with all of the alcohol consumed that evening, Liz's inhabitation's had flown out the window. 

Liz told Natalie to lie back down on the bar, and Liz stood next to the bar. Liz moved Natalie's skirt up just a little bit, and put her lemon juice on the very top of her leg, incredibly close to her cunt. Liz bent down, and she could smell Natalie's sweet juice before she started to lick. It sent Liz over the edge, and she was now lost in lust for this girl. 

Liz slowly liked the lemon juice off of Natalie, then moved her lips up her skirt and kissed her very wet cunt. Liz wasn't expecting Natalie not to have panties on, but she was pleasantly surprised to find her naked under her skirt. Liz heard Natalie moan out loud. Liz moved away, and did her shot. That quick kiss on her pussy had just increased Natalie's horniness, and she suddenly got off the bar, and kissed Liz. Their tongue's intertwined with each other, and then each girl started feeling the other. Liz was so excited to have her hands all over Natalie's tits. She made Natalie's nipples very hard, and Natalie moaned into Liz's mouth. 

Natalie made the first move, and unbuttoned the last few buttons on Liz's shirt. Andy stood behind Liz, and pulled the shirt off. He quickly unfastened Liz's bra, and Natalie pulled it off. Liz tugged Natalie's shirt off, and she didn't have a bra on. The two girls started feeling each others very hard tits, and Liz moved her head down to suck on one of Natalie's. Andy and Natalie leaned in and kissed, and their tongues danced with each other. 

Liz's hands moved down Natalie's amazing body, and reached under her tiny skirt to feel her now very wet pussy. Natalie moaned loudly, and broke her kiss with Andy. She jumped back onto the bar, and sat with her pussy right in front of Liz's face. 

Liz looks up at her quickly, to see the pure lust in Natalie's eyes. Liz moved her face in, and slowly started to tease Natalie. She licked around her lips, and around her pussy, but never actually licked her clit. Natalie's moans got louder at all of the teasing.

Meanwhile, Andy had decided to get into the action. He dropped his pants, showed Natalie his very hard member, and lifted up Liz's skirt to reveal her shaved pussy. Hours earlier, Liz had gone to the restroom, taken off her panties, and handed them to Andy while they were sitting in a very full bar. Andy put them in his pocket, and had even then felt wetness on them. He now wanted to feel the real thing, and reached from behind to rub her very moist sex. Liz moaned into Natalie's pussy, which made Natalie moan even louder. 

Finally, Andy couldn't stand it anymore. He entered Liz from behind, and started fucking her. Liz gasped when he first entered her, and began licking Natalie's hard clit. Andy fucked Liz faster, which in turn made Liz lick faster, and made Natalie moan louder and longer. Liz stuck her tongue into Natalie's pussy, and then moved her tongue back to her clit. She did this several times to the delight of Natalie. 

Andy was viciously fucking Liz's cunt now, making her tits jiggle back and forth. Liz started sucking at Natalie's clit, and she screamed. Her dirty talk was getting louder and longer.

"Oh yes, lick my clit, right there, fuck yeah, this feels so good...oh my god!"

Her talking just got Andy going even more, and now he was pumping into Liz with all his might. Liz came first, shuddering over and over as her orgasm seemed to last forever. She grabbed Natalie's hips and started licking with all her might. Natalie began humping Liz's face, and screamed as she came. Right after her screams died down, Andy's moans were echoing in the bar. He grabbed Liz's hips and fucked her silly. He yelled as he came, shaking uncontrollably. 

Liz turned around and kissed Andy, and he loved tasting Natalie on Liz. Everyone caught their breath, and decided to lock up the bar. It was about 3 am at this point, and a very warm night, so the girls just kept their shirts off as they walked to the car. It was very liberating for both of them to be naked in a public place.

As they reached the car, Andy unlocked the doors, and Natalie opened the door to the backseat. Liz was going to sit up front, but Natalie grabbed Liz's hand, and pulled her into the backseat with her.

Liz and Natalie played in the car the entire drive home. Andy got a great view from the rearview mirror, but almost drove the car off the road a couple of times. Luckily, it was late at night and there weren't many cars on the road. 

Finally, the three made it to Liz and Andy's house. Andy said, "I thought you might want to relax a bit more before you went home."

Natalie smiled. "Yes, I could definitely use more relaxing."

The three made it up to Liz and Andy's bedroom. The two girls started kissing again, and then both turned to Andy. They both started kissing him and taking off his clothes. Liz took his shirt off and started licking and sucking his nipples. Natalie worked on his jeans, and soon he was standing there totally naked. Natalie cupped his balls, and tongued his prick. She could still taste Liz on his hard member.

Liz joined her, and Andy could feel both girls taking turns. One would suck on his cock while the other would lick his balls. He was in heaven. The girls then both started licking his cock, and their tongues would meet at the top of his shaft. 

The girls started kissing each other again, and moved onto the bed. They just couldn't get enough of each other. They moved into a sixty nine, and Natalie finally got to taste Liz. Liz got so hot feeling Natalie's warm mouth on her pussy. She dove into Natalie's pussy, and it was wet and ready for her. The girls mimicked each others movements. When one would suck on a clit, the other would as well. Andy watched this beautiful scene as his hand moved up and down his shaft. He decided he would help Liz get off again, and he came up behind her and entered her.

Liz's favorite thing was to be fucked and licked at the same time, and Andy was making that happen. Liz gasped as he entered her, and he felt even bigger and longer then he did just an hour ago. He slowly fucked her as Natalie's tongue licked at her clit. As he pulled out, she would lick his shaft as well. Both Liz and Andy were moaning at the talent of her tongue. 

Liz grabbed a toy, and started using it on Natalie. Liz put it in her slowly at first, and then matched Andy's thrusts into her. Andy moved faster and faster, as the feeling of Natalie's tongue was getting to him. Natalie licked faster as well. Liz could feel her orgasm building. She fucked Natalie faster with the toy, and turned on the vibrator. 

Finally, Liz screamed, "I'M CUMMING!!" and her whole body shook in ecstasy. 

Andy felt her orgasm from inside her, and that put him over the edge. He came hard inside of her, pounding until every last drop was inside her warm pussy. 

Liz continued to pound her toy into Natalie's cunt, and Natalie proceeded to suck all of Andy's spunk out of Liz's sore snatch. Andy came around the bed, and helped Liz get Natalie off. Liz helped for awhile, and then gave Andy the honors. He was so good with his tongue, she knew Natalie would love it. Andy continued to fuck Natalie with the toy, and lick her clit. Natalie finally came, screaming and writhing around. Andy could barely keep his mouth on her pussy. 

Andy fell into the bed, and they all rested for a while. Finally, Natalie got dressed, and Liz and Andy took her home. On the drive home, Liz and Natalie sat in the backseat together again. Neither girl had put on panties, just their skirts from before, so they both had easy access to each other's pussies. Natalie started the whole thing by kissing Liz again. This led them both to fingering each other. Liz started by putting one finger up Natalie, then two, and finally three fingers. Natalie maneuvered her body around so that she could do the same to Liz, and they were both getting finger fucked at the same time. Their sloppy wet pussies were dripping down into the seats, but they didn't care. All they cared about was the pure lust for each other. Liz finger fucked Natalie with all her might, and it felt like Natalie was trying to do the same thing.

Finally, just before they got to Natalie's house, both girls came almost at the same time. Their screaming was louder then the radio in the car. Both girls squirmed and shivered at their last orgasm of the night.

They finally made it to Natalie's house, and they all kissed their goodbyes. They almost had another scene in the driveway, but managed to keep their composure. At this point, the sun was starting to come up, and they were all very tired. Liz and Andy promised Natalie they would be back at the bar to see her very soon. 

The three still get together every couple of months for a good night of fucking.



The Bartender



The following is a running fantasy of mine that I wanted to see if I could put to words at my first attempt at erotic stories. A bit of feedback would be greatly appreciated.

It is a little long winded, but I think it's worthwhile.



The air was heavy and damp. The basement cellar of this old hotel was stifling in the heat, but the respite of the cool room beckoned once the kegs were organised. Each of the beer filled containers were scattered and stacked randomly in the cramped space, and order had to be made so that the pub would have enough beer on hand and ready for the busy upcoming week of spring.

Michael's Saturday morning shift at the pub had started as most usually did, an early rise and a quick 5km run, followed by a hearty breakfast, and a quick rinse shower. There would be a lot more sweat spilled that day through the efforts of managing the towns only pub, but Michael loved to feel fresh at the start of his shifts. He lingered in the embrace of the flowing water; this was his favourite part of his preparation ritual. In the shower, Michael felt as though it was a perfect chance to recharge and admire his own physique, his 26 year old 6'2" frame was athletic and well maintained through regular exercise. This offered him a release and outlet of stress he accumulated in his usually very busy week schedule. Juggling two part time jobs and a full time study at University meant that there was little time in his week for very much socialising. He mused that he had many friends through his work and studies, but had little time to engage in any pursuit of romantic interests, and as he lathered between his legs, Michael felt himself respond to his own touch. Realising that he had to get to work, Michael focused on the intended task of the shower and rinsed off in the cold flow.

Once he had opened up and let the restaurant staff in, Michael went to work on getting the pub ready for the day's trade. He briefly indulged in some harmless flirting with the married waitress and charmed his way into a free coffee to give him an extra kick while he counted the previous day's takings to prepare the financials for the weekend. Michael never really thought of himself as being a knockout stud, but also never had a worry when it came to talking to women. It had always been a gift, with his natural humour, easy going attitude and cheeky dimples, he found he could usually get along quite well with members of the opposite sex when allowing himself to.

The morning progressed as he prepared the pub, and his own staff started to arrive for their shifts. Since taking on the position as manager in the pub when he relocated to the small town 2 years ago, Michael had managed to foster a fantastic working relationship with his staff. They all enjoyed working with him, and he found that not only were they the easiest group of people to work with, but that he actually looked forward to spending time with them at work. With the demands of his studies, Michael found that work in the hospitality industry suited the hours he had available to him. In positions that he held previously, Michael usually ended up sick of the work, the hours, and the patrons he had to deal with. In this pub, he felt at home, comfortable and confident in his work.

Emma and Tim had come in by 10 to open up the two bars in the hotel. 

"Hey Tim, how's things mate?" Michael called out when Tim had come in.

"Not bad Mike, same old, same old. You should have come out last night though mate, it was a ripper of a party."

"I can tell" Michael stated matter-of-factly as he noticed Tim wince in the sunlight and the way Tim moved about gingerly.

"Yeah, a little worse for wear this morning" Tim admitted.

"How about you chill out today in the restaurant Tim, it's going to be pretty quiet by the looks of things, so you can rest up a bit there."

"Thanks Mike, you're a legend mate, I owe you one"

Both Tim and Emma had started working at the pub since Michael had begun managing the place, and had been young and inexperienced with hospitality work from the very start. But now, through working alongside them and showing them the way, Michael trusted the two of them to handle running the bars on their own without his supervision or presence. On these weekend shifts, this freed up some time to organise and prepare the stock for the rest of the week. 

Just before she was supposed to start, Emma came bursting through the front door.

"You a little under the weather as well?" Michael probed when Emma looked a little flustered dumping her handbag behind the main bar.

"Not this morning Mike just slept in a little unfortunately. Jeff got up and left this morning without even waking me up to say bye"

"It's all good, there's no one here at the moment anyway. I've sent Tim into the restaurant bar for today though, because it sounded like he had a pretty massive hangover he's trying to nurse over there."

"That's all good, it just means you'll have the pleasure of sharing my company over here" Emma bounced back, with a cheeky grin.

"Pleasure or pain?" Michael quipped, quickly dodging her reprimanding slap. Once they had settled, Michael let Emma know he had to leave her alone in the main bar, while he went out the back of the bar and down the stairs to address the cellar and cool room, along with the dreaded keg shuffle.

Halfway through the work, Michael took a break with a bottle of water in the cool room, mostly so that he could catch his breath and get a chance to cool off. As he sat, he recalled last week when he had needed assistance in dropping some of the kegs down from street level into the cellar. He had lined them up outside and all they required was a slight nudge to get them sliding down the chute into the cellar area. Emma had jumped on the opportunity to help, and Michael got her to stand at the top and nudge each one down as he would catch them on the chute and set them up to be put in the cool room. Due to the fact that he had been well below street level, and Emma had a penchant to a shortening of the uniform skirt for the pub, Michael had to try very hard to be a gentleman and not glance in any untoward manner. As it was, he had caught a glimpse by accident, and he noticed her white and neat black lace panties that were supposed to be hidden from view. Michael had made sure to look away quickly after he realised he was staring for a moment, but he was sure that Emma had noticed. He had carried on being more careful about looking up, and when all the kegs had been dropped down, he was surprised when Emma had called down to him.

"Hey Mike, catch me!"

He paused for a minute, trying to figure out why she didn't just make the short jump from the bottom steps herself, but not wanting to disappoint, he had done so with ease, her small frame weighing no more than one of the kegs. As he let her down to the ground, he couldn't help but notice her large breasts pressed against his chest, and tried to maintain as much of a respectable amount of contact as possible, failing miserably despite his efforts. 

"I'd uhh, I'd better get back behind the bar..." Emma mumbled after their awkward embrace, before she disappeared up the stairs.

"Uhhhm, yeah. Good idea." Michael had mumbled much to his relief, as he desperately needed to readjust himself as he jeans had become remarkably uncomfortable and restraining.

Michael had tried to maintain a very professional level of boundaries in his work, and aimed to keep his interactions with his staff as plutonic as possible. As it was, Emma was proving to be a difficulty for him. Although she had a boyfriend, she was constantly complaining about his failings in their relationship, and she would consistently turn up to staff drinks without him. Michael had developed a liking to the way she presented herself in her work...and in other ways. She was a very attractive young woman, and she knew well how to best accentuate her petite hourglass figure and large breasts to the point that it made her the most popular bartender in the pub when it came to the male patrons. It seemed to Michael that there was a distinct amount of chemistry between him and Emma, their innuendos and playful jokes bordering on flat out flirting. Yet he persisted with a respectful distancing due to her already existing relationship.

∆∆∆

Emma had listened to Michael working away downstairs, the sounds of the kegs banging around in the cellar, reminding her of the previous week when she had insisted on helping him with the kegs instead letting Tim drop the kegs down. When Michael had gone next door to ask Tim when he was ready, Emma made sure to intercept Michael. She had one of her favourite pairs of panties on without her stockings that usually adorned her smooth legs in the past few winter months. She knew this would give her the opportunity to test Michael as she stood above him, to see if he would steal a glance, to see just how interested he might be in more than just her work ethic. As the first few kegs were down the chute, Emma noticed how hard Michael had tried to avoid looking up. She figured she would try and catch him off guard, and sure enough, as she bent over in an exaggerated manner for one of the last few kegs, she spotted him glancing. All of a sudden, Emma was a little scared for what this meant, and wanted to see what would happen if she pushed the boundaries just a little more. 

As she descended, she called out to Michael for him to catch her. When they embraced, she felt his strong muscles hold her securely; his sweaty body firm against her, and became incredibly nervous. There was a moment that followed that was almost unbearable, and Emma made sure to get out of there quickly. She went back behind the bar and tried to mull over what had happened. She felt guilty and almost dirty for what she had done, but at the same time incredibly excited. She had wanted to drop Jeff, her on again, off again boyfriend, but still was unsure of how Michael felt about it. During the long hours they shared behind the bar, Emma found herself connecting with Michael in an unimaginable way. The more time the spent together, the more she had seen just how sexy and alluring he was. His wit, his body, those dimples. She caught herself daydreaming and fantasizing about him, it was all becoming too much. She knew how he looked at her, the genuine way he cared for her and laughed with her.

Something had to be done.

But it would have to wait. Since the cellar incident, things had become uncomfortable and awkward between her and Michael. She had wanted to address it, but at the same time, felt that she didn't want to put too much emphasis on the contact they shared, in case Michael had not realised just how much it had affected her.

Something definitely had to be done.

∆∆∆

A couple of weeks following, on a particularly brisk Friday night, the rotation of the roster saw Michael and Emma closing together. Since that weekend almost a month prior, their interactions had been brief and they hadn't had much time spent together behind the bar. Michael was leading up to his exams and was squeezing in extra revision with his studies during the quieter hours of the evening behind the bar. Tonight, he didn't think he'd get much of a chance, because when he was working with Emma, the night seemed to fly past in a whirl of laughter and thought provoking discussions. 

The afternoon and early evening was very busy, with chat kept to a minimum, and personal space almost non-existent as they met the rush of people celebrating the end of the working week. As orders flew thick and fast, and Michael rushed around behind the narrow bar, there were many occasions where he might have brushed or pressed against Emma without any intention or holding any significance to it. That's just how it was behind the bar, a veritable crucible of movement and contact between bartenders as they go about their job. However, as the night progressed, the customers began to dwindle and soon the general socially acceptable space was restored behind the bar. A couple of times, when Emma had come to talk to him, he noticed the way she would touch his arm or brush her chest against him, and as there was no urgency in her movements, nor a need to be so close, Michael noticed his jeans getting uncomfortable yet again. 

What was this? Was he reading into it too much? Why was he so responsive to her? He still maintained his distance when he could.

"He's such a dick" Emma had blurted out after checking her phone.

"What did you call me?" Michael responded, a little hurt and indignant. He was halfway down the bar trying to clean up a little and hadn't heard her properly.

"No, not you Mike. Jeff. He was supposed to pick me up tonight after work, but apparently he's had too much to drink and he can't drive"

"That's alright, I can give you a lift home, no dramas" Michael told her, it's not like it's been the first time he's had to do it.

"I hate having to ask you to go out of your way, I'll just walk"

"Are you kidding? You're not walking home by yourself this late" If something were to happen to her, Michael would have been shattered.

"Thanks Mike, I really appreciate it" Emma said warmly.

As their snippets of discussions progressed, it had somehow gotten back to Emma's dropkick of a boyfriend. She complained about how he was so distant, that his touch was so far and few between that it had been months since the last time they shared each other's bodies, and even then it had been mechanical and abrupt. 

"Don't worry Emma, it's been months for me too." Michael admitted, trying to comfort her, but shocked when he actually realised it had been nearly a year since his last romantic encounter.

"Pfffft, yeah right. I highly doubt that" Emma scoffed.

"Actually, it's nearly been a year. I can hardly believe it myself." Michael stated.

"Really? I wouldn't think you'd have any problems in that department" 

"It's just that I don't really have any time. Plus I'm kind of sick of the whole drunken one night stand thing, it just doesn't do it for me."

"You'd be bloody backed up though, surely." Emma blurted.

"Well...umm..." Michael trailed off, blushing a little.

"Sorry, I mean frustrated...you know.."

"Yeah yeah, I just, you know... With all my work and Uni, it's all just a bit distracting. I don't usually think about it."

"All work, and no play can make Mike a dull boy." Emma said, with just a hint of a naughty smile.

"I'll keep that in mind." Michael said, trying to defuse the situation before his pants got noticeably distorted.

They went back to stocking up the fridges, and as they went about their work, they shared stories of drunken escapades recently. Emma started to talk about how she went out recently with some of her girlfriends when she got to the bottom shelf of the fridge, bending over to get to the back. Michael turned around and caught himself mid-sentence, noticing that her skirt rode up just above the top of her stockings, the slightest sliver of soft white thigh peaking out from under her skirt.

"I have to, uhhhh, finish up downstairs" Michael quickly had to get out of there, with all the talk before about how long it had been, and with the slight touches, this last little push was too much.

∆∆∆

Emma watched as Michael disappeared. She didn't know what she had said, but Michael had hightailed it out of there quick smart. Just as he turned the corner, Emma noticed the sizeable bulge he was sporting in the front of his jeans.

Her heart skipped a beat.

As she tried to figure out what it had been that tipped Michael over the edge, she felt her skirt fall after snagging on the top of one of her hold-up stockings.

She felt herself become more excited from the thought. Michael must have been watching her as she was bent over, and couldn't contain himself. 

Emma thought briefly about what this meant. Should she chase him downstairs and confront him? There was no one left in the bar, it was just the two of them, but she couldn't leave the place unattended. She dashed around and locked up in record time, and as she came to the top of the stairs, she stopped to catch her breath. Emma realised then that it wasn't just the running around that had her heart racing and stealing her breath.

She was about to do something that she couldn't undo. 

Once she went into the cellar, there was no turning back.

∆∆∆

Trying to cool down and collect himself in the cool room, Michael heard her soft steps as she descended the stairs. All of a sudden Michael panicked. He could hardly hold back the erection that raged in his pants, and there was nowhere to hide. Quickly, he faced the shelves and started to rotate the boxes of wine and beers, trying to get the blood to flow into his other limbs.

He felt, rather than heard Emma at the door. There was a quiet scrape of her legs as she brushed past the kegs, approaching Michael in a slow and seductive pace.

"Michael, I've just locked up the bar. Is there anything else you want from me?" Emma trailed off suggestively.

"You finished up with cleaning the bar?"

"Yep"

"And the fridges are all stocked up?"

"All done"

"Ok, just..uhhh...wait for me upstairs then."

"Can I give you a...hand there at all?" Emma cooed lightly. She had slowly begun to approach Michael from behind. Now she was just barely pressed against his back.

"I might need some room here Emma" Michael requested shakily.

"Sure" she popped aside, grazing against his body.

As he moved, he found himself trapped against the wall, and had to rotate around towards Emma. He lowered the box he was carrying to hide his crotch, but found himself in a pinch. If he put the box down, he'd have nothing to his aching bulge with, but he couldn't just carry it everywhere with him.

Before he knew what to do, Emma had reached around and taken the box from him.

"Here, I'll get that" she said.

As she reached around, her hands grazed Michaels bulge. 

Her eyes popped open.

"Sorry, I just...uhhhh" Michael didn't know what to say.

"Wow" Emma stated, moving everything aside to lay eyes on what Michael had been trying to hide since he had disappeared down here.

Michael felt uncomfortable under her gaze, but as she watched her eyes explore him, and her tongue dart out to lick her lips, Michael felt boldened.

He reached forward and took her chin gently in his hands, lifting her gaze to lock eyes with her. Michael could see in her eyes that same desire he felt that had built up since he had known her.

Slowly, Michael lent down and kissed her gently.

∆∆∆

Emma couldn't believe this was finally happening, Michael had taken her gently in his embrace, kissing her lightly. Her head swam with his warmth, his smell, his firm touch. She had felt herself moisten as she had boldly confronted Michael in the cool room, but now she felt like her panties must have been completely soaked. With the combination of the chilly air, and how excited she was, Emma felt like her nipples would tear through her bra and top. It was almost unbearable.

As she fell into him, and their kissing became more passionate, Michael took charge and had lifted her carefully to seat her on the edge of one of the kegs. The cool metal against her hot skin was electric.

Emma quickly grappled with Michael's jeans to free him from the confines of his pants. As she got his belt buckle free her hands dove inside, to the heat that pulsed inside. She couldn't believe the size of Michael's cock as it sprang from his trunks. Emma had never seen such a massive penis in her life. She had heard her friends talk about some men they had been with, but Emma had only ever known Jeff's, which was barely half the size of what she now held in her small hands. How could Michael have possibly kept this beautiful penis hidden from the world for so long? 




The Bartender and Her



Her friends had talked her in to going out tonite, be she wasn’t so sure that it was a good idea. She hadn’t been out in ages; she works too much and never has time for socializing. Laying the tub relaxing, she shaved her legs from heel to her inner thigh and trimmed her pubic hair to a tight small box. Standing up she covered herself in soap bubbles, playing and drawing on her skin. Her fingers found their way to her large breasts and began circling her perk nipples. It had been so long since she had felt a man’s touch upon her skin. Rinsing her body of all the bubbles, she stepped out of the tub and grabbed a towel. 

Stepping from the bathroom, she walked into her bedroom to begin her search for the perfect outfit. They were trying out a bar downtown that had been advertising on the radio. Standing in front of the closet clad in a towel her long blonde hair dripping down her back, she grabs a pair of black jeans and her sheer top. She reached for her black thongs and push-up bra and slowly slid them on. Her reflection in the mirror was a remarkable sight, her voluptuous breast held snug by the confines of the black satin and her buttocks creamy white against the midnight black thong. She looked at the clock and realized that she had to be leaving soon. Quickly donning on her jeans and top she ran back into the bathroom to apply a little makeup and pin her hair up. Sliding her feet into a pair of strappy sandals, her brightly painted toenails peeked thru the straps. She quickened her steps to the parking lot, got in her truck, and headed downtown.

There was a line at the door and her friends where already there waiting for her. She quickly parked and ran up to meet them.

“Wow, Brit, ya look hot tonite,” Marcy exclaimed.

“I just threw it all together in like 30 minutes,” Brit responded.

“Shit girl, ya gotta share the beauty tips with us sometime. I spent 2 hours getting ready,” Hillary said.

“Ha-ha. Well if I had that much time to get ready, I coulda done better,” laughed Brit.

As they walked thru the door, Brit spied the bar. Grabbing Marcy and Hillary, they made their way to three empty barstools. Sitting down, Brit noticed the bartender. He was a younger gentleman with brown hair and a goatee. Which she has always had a thing for. There is just something so sexy about a goatee. Just then, he turned around and their gazes locked for just a brief second before Brit turned away. The music was loud and the dance floor was packed. Now she remembered why she does not frequent bars anymore. It was a proverbial meat market, men in form fitting pants and shirts, and the women and scantily clad attire. She surveyed the bar and nothing seemed to catch her eye, as did that young bartender. 

“Excuse me, bartender?” she hollered.

“Yes ma’am, what can I get for you?’ he asks.

“I’ll have a Malibu and Mt Dew. And she will have a Tequila Sunrise and she’ll have a Tom Collins,” Brit answered.

“A Malibu and Mt Dew, you sure about that?” the bartender questions.

“Yes I am, that is what I drink,” Brit responded.

“Coming right up ma’am,” he said.

Brit watched his young frame as he mixed the concoctions that she had ordered. His tight jeans hugged firmly across his buttocks. The black tee shirt showed off his broad chest and developed arm muscles. I wonder how old he is, she thought to herself. As he walked back towards her, she quickly looked away. 

“Ma’am, here are ya’lls drinks. That will be twelve seventy-five,” he said.

“Would it be okay if we run a tab? Here is my card,” she asked.

“Sure thing,” he responded.

As Brit handed him her credit card, she stared at his massive hands. His fingertips brushed her and she felt the electricity. He looked her dead in the face, gave her a wink, and walked off. She took her drink and sipped on it as she watched the dance floor. 

“Come on Brit, let’s show these kids how to dance,” Marcy said.

The three girls got up and headed for the floor. It had been ages since they had had a chance to get out and enjoy themselves. Marcy started dancing with a guy, who was just her type. Hillary ran into an old friend and they began to dance. Brit felt so out of place, so she headed back to the bar. As she was walking, she noticed that the bartender was staring at her. This time she didn’t look away. As she got closer to her stool, she notices that a fresh Malibu and Mt Dew had been placed in her spot at the bar. 

“Brittany?” he asked as she sat down.

“Yes. But everyone calls me Brit for short,” she responded.

“Okay Brit. I’m Gary, nice to meet you,” he said as a smile creeped across his face.

“Well Gary, as long as you mix these drinks like you have been, you will get a big tip tonite from me,” Brit said as she winked at Gary.

“I’ll remember that Brit,” Gary responded.

Brit and Gary talked for a few minutes before Marcy and Hillary came back to the bar. She had found out that he was working his way through college and would be graduating next year. Brit had told him about her job in the Medical industry and growing up in the south. 

“Well I think we are going to leave,” said Hillary as she grabbed the hand of her old friend.

“I was thinking the same thing. Brit are you ready to go?’ Marcy questioned.

“Nah, ya’ll go ahead. I am gonna finish this drink and just relax for a little while,” Brit responded.

Gary had overheard their conversation and had secretly hoped that Brit would stay. She intrigued him, her crystal blue eyes had mesmerized him from the time she had sat down at the bar.

“Girls, ya’ll go ahead and have a great evening and I will make sure that your friend gets out to her vehicle safely,” Gary said.

“Hmmmm, Brit, I think you’ll be just fine,” Marcy commented as she walked away.

“Thank you Gary. That is very considerate of you,” Brit said as she turned to face the bar.

“Not a problem sweetie. I was going to ask you if you like to get a cup of coffee when I get off work. What do you think?” Gary said shyly.

“Ummm, sounds great. What time you get off?” she asked.

“In about twenty minutes. The second shift is coming in,” Gary answered.

Brit could not believe that Gary would be interested in her at all. She was at least eleven years older than he was and not to mention she was a little bit on the thick side. She finished her Malibu and Mt Dew as Gary talked to the next bartender. He walked from behind the bar and extended his hand toward her. She took it with out even thinking and they headed out of the bar. 

He led her down the sidewalk to this little coffeehouse. They walked in and set at a booth in the corner. It was a dimly lit area, but she was feeling a little adventurous tonite. The waitress came and took their orders. 

Brit rested her hand on the table and out of no where Gary placed his on top of hers. As his hand touched hers, she felt that same jolt of electricity she did in the bar. She wondered if he left it too, but by the look on his face, she knew right away that she did.

Their conversation was light, each asking the other things that they had wanted to know. The waitress returned with their coffee and laid the check on the table. Both of them instinctively reached for the bill, but Brit was just a second faster.

“Here let me take care of this. It’s the least that I can do, seeing that you told my friends that you would make sure I was alright,” Brit said.

“Well it was my honor. Its not that often that I find a woman that fascinates me such as you do,” he said.

“Oh I do. Hmmm, I like the sound of that,” Brit said with a smile on her face.

“I have an idea if you wanna here it,” Gary told her.

“Sure. What is this idea that you have/” Brit asked.

“Would you care to come back to my apartment just to talk,” Gary asked.

“Sounds great. I didn’t have anything else to do this evening’ Brit answered.

“Glad you are interested there Brit,” her responded.

Brit leaves the bill and money on the table and they got up and walked out the coffeehouse. Gary took her hand again and led her down past the bar and towards an apartment complex nearby. They walked up the stairs to the second floor and Brit stood back as Gary unlocked the door. 

“It ain’t much, but it is home for me,” Gary said as he walked through the doorway.

“It’s really nice, do ya mind if I take my shoes off, my feet are killing me,” She asked as she walked toward the couch.

“Not at all sweetie. Make yourself right at home,” he said as he sat down beside her.

Brit took off her shoes, draped her legs across his lap, and giggled. Gary looked at her and smiled as he reached for her feet. He started massaging them and Brit let out a light moan. Thinking to himself, he wondered what the night was going to bring and would she submit to him. He lowered his mouth to her feet and began kissing them. Sucking on each toe and then kissing her foot again. 

Glancing up at her, he noticed that she had her eyes closed and seemed to be enjoying the treatment he was giving her. Her loose foot grazed across his lap, and she realized that his manhood was getting hard. 

“Gary, if you don’t stop, you might not get me to leave tonite,” she said coyly.

“Well that was the plan sweetie. Now why don’t you come here and kiss me,” he said in a deeper tone.

She did as he bided and leaned over and kissed him long and hard. Her tongue traced his lips as if to tease him. Her tongue darted into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck. Gary ran his fingers through her long blonde hair and pulled it slightly. She let out a moan against his lips. She moved her hands from his neck and started tracing a line down his jaw, across his shoulder and down his chest. Nevertheless, she didn’t stop there; she reached for his manhood as she slithered down his body until she was on her knees before him. 

She reached for his button and zipper, releasing the confined stiffness that he possessed. Tugging at the hem of his jeans, she took them off with one quick pull. Kissing his leg up towards his manhood, her hands traced his muscles. Once there she took the waistband and began to pull his underwear. Gary assisted her and helped himself out of his garments. Her touch was cool as her fingers grazed his erection. She lowered her mouth to his tip and flicked her tongue across it. 

Gary let out a deep moan as Brit took him in her mouth. She had prided herself on her techniques of giving a blowjob. Every inch of his stiff cock was explored. Her tongue traced all over it and her mouth followed as if she commanded it. Her suck was light at first, and then hardened as she got into it. She worked him up and down, relentlessly. Her teeth grazed his cock once or twice, but he didn’t seem to mind at all. Gary entwined his fingers in her shiny blonde mane, pushing her closer into his groin. She readily followed his command, sucking harder and faster, as she took one hand and began massaging his balls. 

Gary let another deep moan escape his lips as he thrust his cock further into her mouth. He could feel the back of her throat as she continued to suck on him. She didn’t even miss a beat as his cocked fucked her mouth. He could tell that she was enjoying herself, because she would let out a moan or two while she sucked him. 

“Brit, sweetie, ya need to stop now. Or I am going to cum in your mouth,” huskily Gary said.

She released his cock and whispered, “It’s okay hun, and I want you to. I wanna taste your hot load trickle down my throat.

“Hmmmm, well hell then, continue,” he said.

She dove back down on his cock and picked up where she had left off. Brit greedily sucked on his cock, she felt his erection begin to throb in her mouth. She knew that he was getting close. Gary could tell this also, so he grabbed her hair and drew her tight into his groin. Her mouth was so warm and inviting. Letting out a deep long moan he released his hot cum inter her mouth. He heard her moan loudly as she began swallowing him. 

Brit looked up at Gary and noticed that he was already starring at her. Their gazes locked as she continues to suck him dry. The grip he had on her hair loosened. Her hand released his balls and started rubbing his thighs. 

“Get up Brit, that was awesome sweetie. Where did you learn that technique?” Gary asked.

“Hmmm, just a natural I guess. Been told that I could make a dead man cum,” she responded with a chuckle.



The Bartender Ch. 01



Inspired by my favorite Lit bartender.

I usually did not do the bar scene but my insomnia and recent loss of companionship led me to the Lit Lounge a few blocks down the street. I had never been in there before it was a locals place and no problems that I ever knew of so I got out of bed slipped into a pair of shorts and a tee shirt grabbed up my sandals and headed out the door.

The night air was warm with a slight breeze there wasn't much traffic on the street and it was pretty quiet except for a few dogs barking and a car passing by now and then. The walk to the Lounge was nice. I hesitated outside the door for a moment not sure about going in especially alone. What the hell I thought and pushed the door open and stepped inside. Once my eyes focused and I looked around I realized that there was only one other person in the bar, an older man with his nose in the newspaper and a pile of beer bottles on the table. I thought about turning to walk out for a moment until I heard him say, 

"Hey come on it we are open believe it or not." 

My eyes followed the voice to the bar and to the bartender sitting on a stool behind the bar.

I walked slowly to the bar and sat down on the stool nearest the center "Thank you." I noticed what a great smile he had and began to relax just a little bit. 

"What can I get you?" he asked? 

I had given no thought to what I would do once I got to the bar or what I would drink,

"vodka Tom Collins please." 

He sat the drink on a small napkin in front of me and sat back down on the stool. I avoided looking at the bartender even though I could feel his eyes on me.

A glance his way I was hooked on that gorgeous smile and serious face. He had dark hair and light colored eyes. He was younger than I was I could tell that but something about him drew me to him. The conversation was about the neighborhood and all of the changes recently.

"I've never seen you in here before." 

"I've not been here before I pass by it everyday but have never stopped in just really not into the bar scene." We spent the next two hours talking the only distraction being the old man knocking over a couple of bottles when he stood up and staggered to the door.

" Take it easy Oscar." The old man replied with a "Yeah, Yeah." 

Disappearing out the door onto the street.

In those hours I learned the bartender's name was Frank he was 37 years old, divorced recently and has three kids from a 9- year marriage. Frank owned the bar and has been behind it for the last 10 years. He on occasion had a drink himself and lived nearby. He looked to be about 6'00 maybe a bit taller and had piercing hazel eyes.

We continued talking and I forgot about being the only one in the bar. My enchantment was broken by glimpses of the sun peeking through the dark mirrored window. It was not a workday for me so it was no big deal really. "I guess I should head home you probably should have closed hours ago?" 

"Hey I loved the conversation Cherry I hope you come back again sometime soon." 

I smiled and thought to myself I sure would like to he was very attractive, intelligent so easy to talk to and actually seemed to have some morals to go with his common sense and good looks. I stood up thanked him again turned and headed for the door. I could feel his gaze on my ass and I did not want to turn back.

When I reached for the door I felt his hand on my shoulder and I turned to face him.

"Forgot your purse Cherry." 

I took the purse from his hand opened the door and headed home.

The walk home seemed short I could not stop thinking about Frank and my thoughts were not all innocent either. Truth is my lack of sleep was contributed to by the fact I was horny as hell, then I meet Frank and those feelings stirred up a bit.

Undressed and showered off I decided to try to take a nap even though it was 9 in the morning. The sheets felt good and the cool air in the apartment was even better. My eyes closed and my hands drifted to my right nipple lightly glancing over it. My nipple was already hard and sticking out it was very sensitive to my touch. I began to see Frank's face, and soon it was his touch.

My hands cupped and lifted my heavy breasts as my thumbs flicked across my nipples and it felt good. My hand smoothed across my stomach to the light pubic hairs and my fingers made tiny circles in the downy hair. I could feel the wetness on my thighs even without touching my need was worse now than before I went to the Lit Lounge. A couple of half-assed orgasms and I was asleep.

Three weeks had gone by since I entered the Lit Lounge and met Frank, but everyday I thought about him. I wondered if he would even remember me if I went back to the bar. It was Thursday about 2 in the morning, same as last time when I went in the bar. I was disappointed to see a woman behind the bar. There were 3 or 4 other people in the bar and the music was blues, my favorite. I thought I would have a drink and leave it was silly anyway wondering and fantasizing about a complete stranger. 

I finished my drink threw a dollar on the bar and headed toward the door. 

"Hey Cherry wait, where are you going?" 

I turned around and saw Frank standing there wearing that beautiful grin I remembered. 

"See ya Frank," the bartender said as she went out the door. 

"Closing up gang," Frank yelled out. 

"I'm sorry, I'll come earlier next time." 

The four people in the bar said their goodnights to Frank and to each other and were out the door. 

"Not you Cherry, I would like for you to stay." 

Taking me by the hand Frank led me back to the bar. 

"I have a little clean up to do Cherry, have a seat is the music okay?" 

I told him how I loved blues music and we discussed several blues artists while he rinsed glasses and wiped off the bar. He mixed a vodka Tom Collins and set it on the bar. 

"You remembered," I said. 

"Of course a good bartender always remembers." 

We talked a lot and I drank a lot and I was feeling rather aroused once again. 

Frank sat on the countertop of the bar next to my stool. I admired his thighs how defined and muscular they looked through his jeans. His long legs led up to a wide leather western belt. Standing up I pulled myself up on the countertop with Frank and I told him I had always wanted to do that. 

"Be my guest anytime Cherry"

I could feel my face warming and I was certain I was blushing. I felt Frank's fingers gently lift my face from under my chin and he leaned over and gently kissed me. I kissed him back. His tongue probed my mouth deeply and I could tell he was getting excited himself.

Pulling me close Frank's kisses became more passionate. His hand came to the center of my blouse and his hand gently cupped my throat something I have always loved. My hand was on his thigh up high and I could feel him getting hard beneath that denim. I had a need now that had to be taken care of and not by me this time.

Frank jumped down to the floor and stood between my legs and began opening my blouse one button at a time driving me crazy. He folded my blouse back exposing my chest and stomach and bra. My hands moved to the back of Frank's head and pulled him into my chest between my breasts he kissed and licked his way further down between them His hands open the hooks on the front of my bra and my swollen breasts were visible now. He began licking my nipple with his tongue leaving it wet and so hard, then going to the other.

The wonderful wet trail of kisses and licks he left down my stomach to the waistband of my jeans was stimulating. He opened the button of my jeans and lowered the zipper. He began kissing across my tender skin and probing his tongue between the flaps of my open jeans.

"Lay back Cherry" 

I lay back on the bar and lifted my hips as Frank worked my jeans down then pulling them from me at the ankles leaving me only in my purple thong. Frank took my hands and helped me back to a sitting position. "You are beautiful Cherry you know that?" Frank began kissing up the outside of my right leg, slowly and so gently teasing me with combinations of kisses and little nips of his teeth. He kissed up to my hip then across my tummy continuing down the inside of my left thigh. 

Frank pulled me closer to the edge of the bar nudging my legs further apart I felt his tongue lick across the crease at the top of my leg. "Lay back baby" Frank said. I lay back on the bar and Frank lifted my legs placing them on his broad shoulders. The heat of his breath sent shivers through my body. Taking a finger and running it along the fabric of my thong pushing it just past the wet folds of my pussy took me even higher. Running his finger slowly back and forth.

"You are so wet Cherry I want to taste you." 

Frank pushed my thong to the side and I could feel the cool air greet me.

I felt his tongue part my folds and press along the length from my clit to my ass he was so slow so gentle. My legs wrapped tighter around his shoulders wanting to make him lick deeper. His fingers parted me and I felt his tongue enter me deeply pushing in and out over and over before going back up and pressing in on my very hard and swollen clit. He sucked it into his mouth moving his tongue back and forth and I could not help grinding against his face his mouth. Frank put his hands under my ass and lifted me higher and probing his tongue in and out of my pussy. Even biting down on my bottom lip did not stop my screams. I could feel the smooth walls of my pussy contracting down around Frank's tongue over and over. He would stop touching my clit after I would come and keep teasing my pussy and then go back, making me cum again and again. 

Pulling me up again I could see the shine on Frank's face I knew I had drenched him. Wrapping his hand around the hair at the back of my head he pulled my lips to his letting me taste my juices from his mouth. 

"Cherry I need you now, I need you real bad." 

Stepping away from me after helping me to my feet he studied me, like he was wondering what I would do as if I were going to leave him that way or that he perhaps had gone to far.

His face was so full of passion and his eyes had a look of hunger, the look I have missed for so long. I reached for his belt unfastened it and then his button and zipper the cloth was pulled tight covering him. 

"Please let me touch you, I need to touch you." 

Not taking his eyes from me Frank removed his boots and then his jeans leaving them on the floor. I slid my wet thong from my body and stood before him naked.

Pulling me close I could feel how hot his skin was and the throbbing cock against me. Moving my hands under his shirt and across his back I could feel the dampness of his skin and feel his breath shorten. Frank lifted his arms and pulled his shirt over his head. My hands could not be full enough I just wanted to touch him everywhere feel his flesh I wanted to breath him really, I wanted to taste him.

Frank was as naked as I was and he was beautiful. The way he looked at me excited me it had been a while since a man looked at me like I mattered. Pulling me against him his hands rubbing up and down my back pressing his thumbs into the center as he went. When Frank stepped around behind me and began kissing the back of my neck then my shoulders I could feel my legs begin to weaken. His hands felt wonderful as they touched my skin so lightly. I leaned into him closed my eyes and enjoyed his touch.

My arms up and my hands behind his neck with my fingers entwined I felt the back of his hands touching my skin barely touching the side of my breasts and down my waist to my hips back and forth. He was kissing my neck and my shoulder and the feeling of his hard cock pressed against my butt was so arousing. 

"I need you Cherry."

After taking a deep breath I turned to face Frank and saw the passion in his eyes. I did want to please him.

I began kissing his chest placing soft gentle kisses while my fingers lightly pinched his nipples between them then with a firm flat tongue began licking my way down his stomach to his hip cupping his ass with my hands. I felt his cock brush across my cheek. The light salty taste of him was arousing on my tongue. I could feel his fingers in my hair he was touching me so gently. My kissing and licking became more urgent. 

Frank reached down taking my hand and I stood in front of him his hands cupping the sides of my face his kisses becoming more passionate. The raw harsh sex I was accustomed too did not seem to have a place in this bar tonight which left me feeling a little confused.

"Come with me Cherry" 

Frank almost whispered and I recognized something in his voice it was desire and it was for me. I followed him through the door behind the bar. The small room had a locker a chair and a small bed. Frank walked over to the bed and laid down holding his arms out for me to follow. 

Lying across Frank's body was nice I could feel how hard he was and the way his hands touched my body and the deep kisses made me want him more. I loved kissing the front of his throat, his shoulders and chest. I sat straddled across his thighs holding his cock in my hand. I moved up higher on his body until I could press his cock against my folds. 

Pressing the head against my clit. Sliding him between my pussy lips covering him in thick wet juice. As I ran my hand along the length of his cock like stroking him with an open hand and grinding against him I knew I was so close to cumming again.

Moving higher up and raising my body I held his shaft at my opening and lowered myself down. Slowly taking him deep inside. I sat very still careful not to move just wanting to feel him inside, feel my pussy pulsing around him. After a minute or so beginning to move slightly. Lifting up slowly circling my hips then sitting back firmly against his pelvis. 

Reaching behind me urging Frank to bend his knees I wrapped my arms behind them so I could press harder and push my pelvis outward enabling me to grind against him harder. Leaning back further resting my shoulders on his knees sliding back and forth along his cock felt so good.

"Come here baby" 

Frank's words were soft as he pulled me forward until my chest was pressed against his. I could feel him slid in and out of me as we moved together. The movements were slow and deliberate I could feel every vein, every inch of every stroke. Franks arms wrapped around me as he held me tighter against his chest his movement quickening.

As I straightened my legs and lay atop him fully I could feel him brushing my clit as I held my legs tightly together. 

"Cherry that feels so good" 

His breathing became quicker and harder and he held me tighter against him and I knew he was so close to cumming.

I felt his release hot and thick coating the walls of my pussy. The way his fingers dug into the flesh of my back and his loud moans were the reassurance I needed. 

"I'm cumming again Frank" 

and my body began twitching and I imagined our juices mingling. 

The way he held me afterward, the way he kissed me was so different than anything I had experienced. I lay across his body feeling his cock soften and his breathing slow. Frank rolled over onto his side still pressed against me lifting my leg and laying it on his hip as his hand moved between my legs across my wet pussy he whispered 

"I need more Cherry I want you to cum for me."



The Bartender Ch. 01



Chapter 01 Last Call

I watched them most of the night. There were two of them, early twenties, out trying to score some pussy. Now I have been a bartender for quite a while and they were pretty typical. Oh they tried a few lines on me, which is par for the course. I gave them a limp smile and served their drinks. I didn't want to encourage them, but I didn't want to blow my tip either. 

As the night wore on their luck remained the same. The girls were not paying them much attention even though they were both pretty cute. I realized why the few times I overheard their pickup lines. Let's face it, they were young and had a lot to learn. They stuck it out until closing with their luck never changing. I could tell by the sideways smiles through drunken glances that, at least in their eyes, I was quickly becoming their last chance. 

I'm not above partying with the patrons, but these guys were just above jailbait and that's not my style. But they were pretty buff. I'm not sure why, but I started weighing the pros and cons of the situation. First there was Harry. He hustled pool when he wasn't sleeping or fucking. I hadn't seen or heard from him in days. I guess that one answered itself. My roommate Sally was at her boyfriends stocking up on some dick so that was out too. Of course, there was two of them and one of me. That wasn't a problem for me, but these guys seemed a bit inexperienced for that kind of thing. 

Then one of those nice devilish thoughts crossed my mind. A fantasy began to take shape in the inner reaches of my mind. I make these boys so horny they can't see straight, and then I start making them do things, things they would never dream of doing. They looked so young and innocent. I would knock that right off of them. Yep, that's when it started getting good to me. That's when I started getting horny. Not really a challenge, mind you, for boys this young. Their cocks become stiff with nothing more than a glance. But the idea of watching them do the things made the decision for me. 

As was my guess, all the other customers left except my two little drunken darlings.

"OK boys, that's it...time to go. Let's finish them up, it's time to go home," I said without even looking their way. 

The blonde smiled at me and said, "Your place or ours?" 

I continued to wipe down the bar as if I hadn't heard him. I wanted him to dangle out there for a bit all by himself. After several moments, I stopped wiping and gave my boys a look. It was the reprieve the blonde had hoped for.

"Well I have to admit, you boys don't give up easily. Let's face it; it's just not your night."



Undeterred, he continued, "But it could be...with you."

Now that was the spirit I was looking for. Believe me, he would need it. I gave him a look and the slightest of smiles. 

"You boys wouldn't have the slightest clue how to handle a woman like me...how can I say this...I'm a bit out of your league." It was all the encouragement he needed.

"Well, we're college boys...maybe you could teach us." He stressed the us as if taking the two of them was going to shock me somehow. Little did he know. The plans I had for them almost seemed unfair. Almost. But now it was time to seal the deal.

"You never know...I might teach you boy's things you don't want to learn."

"I doubt that," the blonde said unsteadily. I could tell that his brain was trying to tell him to slow down, think, but his cock was not having any of that. Suddenly he was looking to his friend for a little support. "Right Dirk?"

"Yeah, right Mac," his friend managed to say without sounding like a complete fool. 

"From the mouth of babes..."

"Hey, just give us a try," said the blonde.

My tone changed and so did my look. "I don't try anything...when you go to bed with me; you do everything I want and then some." 

They both were startled by the change of demeanor, but only for a second.

"Sounds good to us."

I gave them that smile again, the one that said I'm in control and you will not question me again. I pulled out two shot glasses and filled them with vodka. I handed them to my boys and said, "Bottoms up." They threw them down fast as I walked across the bar and locked the door. By the time I got back to their bar stools, I noticed two distinct bulges dominating their jeans. Yes, this was going to be fun.

I hopped up on the bar between them and licked my lips. You could feel the sexual tension rolling off of them. Without further adieu, I pulled my shirt up over my breasts to reveal my hard nipples. 

Not believing their luck, they looked at each other and smiled. "Now let's see...we will start with something easy. You take this one... and you that one." I then slipped my hands behind their heads and gently nudged them toward my breasts. Soon I was blessed by the gentle caress of my boys doing exactly as they were told. It felt divine. But I wanted to keep the ball in my court, so I continued to take the dominant position.

"That's it, boys. Show me what you got. Lick it...lick it." I rolled my tongue across my lips for moral support as I stared down at them feeding on my breasts. After working all night, their dueling tongues felt wonderful. I was surprised that Mac the blonde wasn't that good. I would have thought otherwise as he was the dominant of the two. I had just assumed he was more experienced. But it was his friend Dirk, dark hair and rather quiet, who really knew what a sensual caress was all about. Tender, sensuous and titillating, his tongue was working wonders on my libido. 

I let them feast for several minutes knowing full well their cocks were straining to the point of being painful. That's exactly where I wanted them. There is nothing easier to control then an extremely horny young man. 

I pulled back so slightly and announced, "Take your shirts off," I moaned breathlessly. No sooner were the words out of my mouth then my boys rushed to comply. Now I could see just how buff they really were. They were both muscled and trim suggesting sports of some kind. 

"So you boys are friends, huh? I bet you do everything together. Ever shared a girl before?" I asked giving them a leer. Their eyes lit up with surprise. It was just as I thought. "Well...I have a feeling that you two are going to be much closer by morning time." I reached down and began massaging those lovely bulges in their jeans. Moans escaped their mouth almost simultaneously. "Just the way I like them...nice and hard." 

Those devilish thoughts returned. My panties were growing quite damp. It was time to start working on Mac. He was the dominant one. Once he gave in, they were mine. I turned to him, and with a soft, sexy voice said, "You know...the way your friend licks my nipple is much softer...sexier." I then turned to Dirk and said, "Here, show him how you do it...do to him just exactly what you have been doing to me." I then pulled back so it was just the two of them. 

It was the moment of truth. I could see confusion on Dirk's face. Was it the alcohol or was he resistant to my suggestion? Either way, I wasn't going to give him time to think about it.

"No, here," I said nudging his head towards his friends bare nipple. "You do this so well...do it to him so he knows what I like." I pushed his head down on his friend's bare nipple while giving Mac a nice big smile. That was all it took. 

And just like that the Dirk clasped his lips around his friend's stiff nipple. Mac was immediately responsive to his caress although he tried to hide it. He wasn't hiding it from me. I could see the pleasure in his eyes, but I could also see that this was new. That made me even wetter. 

I kept my hand on Dirk's head as a gentle reminder in case he changed his mind. I watched as his tongue began to caress his buddy's stiff nipple, just as he had mine. I began to massage his scalp, raking my long nails gently along the back of his head, as a sign of my approval. Mac was now watching his friend's tongue as it worked its magic on his nipple.

If I didn't miss my guess, neither had ever touched another man before. And that made it all worthwhile. Once Dirk relaxed a bit and started rolling his tongue sensuously across the tip of Mac's nipple, things started to get interesting. Mac wanted to moan, but stifled it. I guided Dirk's head to Mac's other nipple where he jumped right in teasing it with his tongue. I glanced at the nipple he just left and found it stiff with excitement and glistening with his friends' saliva. Mac was quickly getting to the point where he didn't care who was making him feel this good.  

"See? See how nice that is?" I said to Mac. He was still looking down watching his friend tease his nipple. Dirk suckled his buddy's nipple without the slightest hesitation. I removed my hand from the back of his head and moved it down to the bulge in his jeans and began rubbing him as a reward for doing such a good job. His cock throbbed in my hand and knew he was getting off to the action. 

Mac was digging it too, but he was going to need more to do the things I wanted him to do. I put my hand behind his head, grabbed a bunch of hair, and tilted his head towards me. I moved in for a nice wet kiss while Dirk continued on his nipple. I forced my tongue between his lips and he moaned. Now I could feel his body swaying ever so gently to his buddy's caress and knew he was close to where I wanted him. His free ride was just about over.

I pulled away from the Mac and reached down for Dirk. I grabbed his head and yanked it up towards me and planted my lips on his. I drove my tongue inside his mouth and caressed him while reaching blindly for Mac. I found him and worked my hand behind his head and pushed him down towards his buddy's chest. He knew what I wanted. I was glad that he offered no resistance.

Dirk instinctively jerked when he felt his buddy's lips around his nipple, but I continued to drive my tongue down his throat. And just as quickly I could feel his body relax as he started to enjoy his buddy's caress. Mac was horny enough now where he needed no encouragement. Dirk started moaning into my mouth and I opened my eyes just long enough to see Mac flicking his tongue over his stiff nipple. I could feel the juices starting to drip down my leg.  

I pulled away from Dirk and watched Mac for a moment. "Yes... that's it...much better," I purred, "you are a quick learner...I like that in a man." But he was just beginning. I turned Dirk in his barstool so that he was facing away from the bar. I snuggled in behind him, mashed my exposed breasts against this back and started nibbling on his ear. I reached around and squeezed his stiff nipple between my fingers. In between nibbles, I told Mac, "I want to see his cock. Get those pants off of him so I can see his cock." 

I nibbled Dirk's ear and watched as Mac tugged on the zipper to his buddy's pants. I moved my hand from Dirk's nipple to Mac's scalp giving him a gentle massage as he diligently worked to unbuckle Dirk's pants. Mac then grabbed the pants legs and pulled hard. Dirk sat there on the stool, his cock visibly throbbing inside his underwear. He was a magnificent specimen of man. I waited for Mac to pull them off as well, but he was just sitting there staring at his bulge. 

"Those too," I whispered. Mac grabbed his buddy's underwear and pulled them off too and I heard that familiar sound. And that was the sound of Dirk's stiff cock bouncing back and slapping his six pack. Dirk's cock stood stiff, pulsating, demanding attention. Mac stared at me wondering what was next. I glanced at his pants. "You too," I said hopping off the bar and moving between Dirk's legs. 

I grabbed Dirk's cock and gave it one long, slow lick as I watched Mac drunkenly fumble out of his pants and underwear. I glanced at his cock, smiled and beckoned him down with me. With a firm grasp of Dirk's cock, I looked at Mac. I looked deep into his eyes for several moments. I wanted to connect with him. I wanted him to know that I was there, with him, for him. Once I saw that in his eyes, I bent his buddy's cock towards my lips and gently slipped it inside.

Now I love sucking cock as much as the next person, but it was very important for me to impress Mac so I really laid it on thick. I drove down that shaft in the most sensuous way, moaning and luxuriating in the hard, smooth warm flesh. Mac watched intently as inch after inch of his buddy's cock disappeared between my hungry lips. That was followed by moans of approval from Dirk.

I kept my eyes on Mac as I sucked in the most torturously slow manner. Mac all but licked his lips. And that's what I wanted to see. I pulled that thick, hard cock from my lips and aimed it at Mac. There was only a slight hesitation before he locked his eyes on me and lowered his lips to his buddy's cock.  

We maintained eye contact as he worked his way down. I smiled as his lips reached my hand at the base. The thought of him sucking his first cock, all the way down, excited me to no end. I would reward him later, but that would have to wait. 

His smooth young face looked so good with a cock buried between his lips. He could see the pleasure in my eyes. It was all the encouragement he needed. He began to work his buddy's cock.

There is something about cock sucking that men really lock into. This was not the first time I had witnessed it. Without the slightest bit of direction, he began to suck his buddy in long, slow strokes. The chorus of moans soon filled the air, which only served to encourage him more. Dirk was so lost in his enjoyment that I wasn't sure if he had realized his friend had taken over. Not that he would have cared. 

"Yes...that's it. Nice and slow..." I said watching that beautiful cock disappear between his lips.

I guess that was when Dirk put it all together. Hearing my voice and still feeling a pair of warm lips wrapped around his cock caused him to open his eyes and take stock of the situation. He looked down to see his cock lodged firmly between Mac's lips. If it bothered him, you could have fouled me. I gave him a lazy, sexy smile assuring him his buddy was indeed sucking his cock. He easily returned it with his own smile. 

I rose slightly to capture Dirk's nipple between my lips as Mac lost himself in that primitive, yet very enjoyable act of sucking cock. The one thing I was sure of was that Mac certainly didn't think of himself as a cocksucker. I'm sure it was the furthest thing from his mind before this evening. But now he was sucking his buddy as if he had been born to do nothing else. 

I was so proud of him. He had earned a reward. Besides, Dirk was getting very close to climax and I didn't want that to happen just yet. I gently pulled Mac off of Dirk's cock and hopped up into Dirk's lap. I spread my legs wide so Mac could see. I reached for Dirk's cock and eased it right inside. It didn't take much before I had his entire length inside me. That young stiff cock felt so very good. I bounced on it a few times in shear enjoyment. But I had other plans.

I patted the bar where I sat earlier and looked at Mac. He took my hint and hopped up on the bar barely an inch away. His cock was throbbing with excitement. I took it and aimed it at Dirk's lips. Both Mac and I watched as Dirk opened his mouth and took it into his mouth. 

Mac thrust his hips forward causing a great deal of his cock to disappear between Dirk's lips. Now if I didn't know better, I would have said that Dirk had sucked many a cock. He slurped on that cock like a pro. I started grinding away loving his hardness inside me. It was all I could do to prolong my first orgasm for a more opportune time.

My boys were doing all the nasty things just as I had hoped. Horny young men are so easy. I was determined to make each of them swallow the others cum. That would be the ultimate conquest and I would settle for nothing less. 

I pulled free long enough to re-position everyone. I pulled Dirk behind me and nudged Mac to slide in before me. I then reached back and found Dirk's cock and pulled it between my legs from behind. I rubbed it several times across my clit, but didn't let him enter me just yet. I turned around and looked at Mac and then nudged his head down, down towards my legs, towards his buddy's cock. With a firm hand behind his head, I directed Mac down on his buddy's cock. He wasted no time sucking it in and lathering it up with his saliva.

I then directed his mouth towards my pussy and he got the idea. He directed his tongue to my clit and flicked it several times. Then without my direction, he reached over and grabbed his buddy's cock and pushed it just inside my pussy. He surprised me by leaning in and licking my clit and his buddy's cock at the same time. It was marvelous!

Dirk would fuck me for a minute or two and then pop his cock out where Mac would go down on it and suck it clean. Then Mac would push it back into my pussy for another round. It was better than I could have hoped.

I sensed that Dirk was on the edge of climax and I wanted desperately to have him shoot his entire wad into his buddy's mouth. I would not be satisfied until both swallowed swimming pools worth of cum.

I pulled Dirk from my pussy and moved him around so that his cock was directly between Mac and me. I had a perfect view and took Dirk's cock and slipped it between Mac's lips.



"He is ready for you...do me proud," I said. 

Mac didn't let me down. He went all the way down on Dirk's cock and stayed there. Dirk moaned loudly and threw his head back. He thrust forward just once and then released into Mac's mouth. That triggered my first orgasm. But then Dirk's cum started leaking out the sides of his mouth and that's when I had my second orgasm. Dirk became too sensitive and pulled his cock from his hungry friend's mouth. I leaned in and kissed Mac sucking the rest from his mouth. 

"It's going to be hard to beat that," I said to Dirk. He smiled and pushed me out of the way. He took Mac's cock and slipped it between his lips. I could tell from the look in his eye that if he hadn't been sucking cock for years, he was certainly going to start. Mac didn't have a chance. Dirk had him spewing barely a minute later. And Dirk obviously loved the taste of sperm. He sucked him dry and then licked his cock like an ice cream cone on a hot day. 

I looked at those two young cocks hanging limp and spent. Knowing they had both just swallowed their first load of cum brought a smile to my face. "I hope you boys have learned your lesson." I reached for my clothes and so did they. 

I kissed them both goodbye and walked them out the door. I was sure they would tell no one of this experience and that was fine with me. But if I didn't miss my guess, the next time they hit the bars and struck out, they would know just what to do.  



The Bartender Ch. 02



Chapter 02 The hustle 

It was a Wednesday night. There is nothing deader than my bar on a Wednesday night. We did all our business on the weekends. I'm sure Pete would rather close the place during the week if he could get away with it. But he couldn't, so here I was watching three drunks nurse their beers.

It was about an hour before closing when he came in. He was wearing a suit. Last time I saw a suit in my bar was a lost vice cop looking for directions to Stella's. He sat at the bar and gave the place the once over. I'd seen my fair share of cops and this guy was definitely not a cop. 

"What can I get you?" 

"Beer." 

"Draft OK?" 

"Yeah, just make it cold." 

"You got it." 

I poured his beer and served it. 

"Pretty dead in here," he said making small talk. 

"It's a living."

"Hey you are Harry's girlfriend aren't you?" 

That caught my attention. It's no secret that I see Harry. You could call him my boyfriend. I wouldn't, but others have. It's hard to call a guy who is gone for days at a time, never calls, shows up at the weirdest times day or night expecting a hot fuck, your boyfriend. But what can I say; I'm a sucker for a nine inch cock. He is more interested in hustling pool than anything else. That's how he makes his cash. For him life was feast or famine. Everything hinged on his last game. 

I didn't know this guy. And from the looks of him, didn't want too. He was stuffed in that suit like a gorilla wearing a dolls' costume. He didn't look like money, so there was only one thing left. 

"Used to be..."

"Mm, sorry. Not the way I heard it. Say, you wouldn't know where I could find him?"

"Not a clue. I'd look in the cheapest pool hall you can find. That would be my guess." 

"Yeah, you are probably right. So I don't guess you would be talking to him, huh?"

"Not unless he brings the money he owes me. Fat chance of that."

"Yeah, I know the feeling. Well look, if you happen to see him, tell him that Benny wants to meet. Real soon."

"Benny?"

"Yeah. He will know who you are talking about."

"That's two bucks."

He slapped a ten spot on the bar and left. I waited a good ten minutes before I tried Harry's cell phone, not that he would answer. He didn't. Well this would have to be his problem. 

I was beat from standing on my feet all night for a lousy twenty bucks. I kicked my drunks out and headed home for a nice hot bath. I pulled in front of the apartment and parked the car. My apartment was on the second floor and faced the street. That sucked because you could hear the traffic. But it was cheap and when you have nights making twenty bucks, you got to do what you got to do. 

I made my way into the apartment and threw my purse on the sofa and headed to the bathroom to start the water for my bath. I was testing the water when I felt the presence of someone else enter the room. I instantly turned to see Harry standing in the doorway. 

"Are you alone?" he asked.

"You son of a bitch! You scared the hell out of me. You better be glad I don't have a gun or you would be dead right now." 

"Sorry, sorry. Did anyone see you come in?" 

"How the hell should I know? And who the hell let you in?" 

"I had to let myself in. We've got problems." 

This was one of Harry's favorite things to do. When he screwed something up, it suddenly became 'we'. I could see from the look on his face that he was in pretty deep this time. 

"There was a guy looking for you at the bar. You know the type, walking refrigerator. Said Benny wanted to meet soon, real soon. So tell me Harry, what did you fuck up?" 

"Nothing I can't handle. I just need to get out of town for a few days so that I can put some money together." 

"How much Harry?"

"Twenty large." 

"What the fuck!? Are you crazy? How in the hell did you manage that?" 

"I had a ringer. I was doing him right too. That is, until I figured out he was ringing me. Benny fronted me the money. Now he wants it back, with interest."

"Where are you going to get that kind of money?" 

"If I can get to Chicago, I can put something together. I know plenty of people who can get me into a game. It shouldn't take but a few days. Then I can pay Benny off."

"How are you going to get to Chicago?"

"I don't know. I was hoping you could help me with that. Are those goons still outside?" 

"You brought goons to my place? You fucking bastard." I walked over to the window and peeked outside. Sure enough there was a car across the street with two guys sitting in it. If I didn't miss my guess, one of them was the refrigerator. "I've got a good mind to tell them your sorry ass is in here. I can't believe you came here with this kind of heat."

"I just need to get to Chicago. Then I can make everything ok. But I can't really do that if I have a broken arm...or worse." 

"I got nothing. I made a big twenty bucks tonight. You can have it for all the good it will do with those guys sitting outside. They are going to nail you the second you hit that door." 

"Tell me about it. We just need a diversion." 

"No, what we need is for you to disappear. Or better, we need for you to turn into someone else, someone they are not looking for. Hey...that gives me an idea," I said reaching for my cell phone. I called my roommate Sally. 

"Hey sugar, how you doing?" She was having dinner with her boyfriend Tim. She started to tell me about her day, but I stopped her. "Hey, I've got a little problem over here. I need you to stay over at Tim's tonight. I know he won't mind. Besides, you know how you get when you've been getting too much pussy...not that I'm complaining."

She didn't really like the idea of me telling her she couldn't come home, go figure? And what did I mean 'getting too much pussy.' Was I complaining about the way she treats me. Had I lost interest in her talented tongue? Then she went the other way. Maybe I was right. Maybe she did need some serious dick to keep her in balance. She covered the phone and asked Tim if he was in the mood for some heavy fucking. Then she came back on and told me to call her later and hung up. 

"What's your plan?" Harry asked.

"The only people who can walk out of that door without getting into trouble are Sally and me. So you are going to become Sally. Then we walk right down to the car and I drive your ass to the bus station. You go to Chicago and make this thing right. Those goons won't stay out there forever. Once they realize you aren't coming here, they will move on. Then Sally can come home and my problem goes away."

"That's crazy. They will never buy me as Sally!"

"Oh yes they will because you are going to sell it, sell it big. And believe me, if you give me any shit I'm going to walk right over to that door and rat your sorry ass out. You fucked up, big time. And you brought those assholes to my house. That made this my problem and now I am going to fix it. So what's it going to be?" 

"I guess you should start calling me Sally," he said resigned.

"Or Asshole. I guess I will start with Sally," I said trying to lighten up. "Now Sally, go to the bathroom and shave. And I mean everything, really smooth. Not only do you have to fool the goons outside, hopefully that should be rather easy. You also have to fool a busload of people going to Chicago. That will be considerably harder. In the mean time I will try to find something for you to wear."

Harry marched off to the bathroom and I fixed myself a drink trying to calm down. I heard the shower in the bathroom. I don't know how I always end up in these situations. But I do and here I am again. I would make Harry pay for this. I just wasn't sure how.

I went to Sally's closet and started rifling through her clothes trying to picture what would look good on Harry. It had to be something that caught the eye, something very feminine to help sell the deal, but not too flashy. I knew there were enough clothes between the two of us to turn Harry into a cute little thing so he could get to Chicago. After that, he was someone else's problem. 

The shower stopped and a minute later Harry walked into my bedroom shaved smooth as a baby. He looked a little weird, especially his bald crotch. He glanced down at the things I had on the bed and rolled his eyes. 

"Oh man. I can't wear that stuff." 

"Hey you are right. Hit the fucking door Harry!" 

"Ok, ok, I didn't mean it. I just... OK, let's do this." 

"You give me any more shit and I am done. Got it?" 

"Got it." 

"Put the bra on Harry. Just do it."

Harry grabbed the bra and slipped it on. I had to help him adjust it so that it wouldn't be so tight. I stuffed it with a few nylon stockings giving him a modest bust. 

"Hey, don't you think I should be bigger?" he asked looking in my mirror. 

"Well that didn't take long," I said rolling my eyes. "You want to have a bust, but you don't want to be so big that every hard dick between here and Chicago is hustling you." 

"Yeah, yeah you are right," he said. "I didn't think about that."

I was beginning to wonder if he thought about anything at all. 

"The panties Harry; put on the panties." He grabbed the panties and pulled them up his legs. He was barely able to get that cock of his inside them. "Turn around...let me see." 

I was amazed to see Harry suddenly feeling very self conscious. It was probably the first time in his life. The panties I picked were extremely feminine, made of silk, trimmed in lace. His nine inch cock looked absolutely delicious in them. And it appeared it was getting to Harry as well. 

"Well, well, well," I said smiling as that lump got larger, "who would have guessed you had a panty fetish." I stepped closer and squeezed his cock firmly, "Maybe this won't be as bad as I thought..." 

His face turned three shades of red. "Who said I had a panty fetish," he said defensively brushing my hand away.

"Your cock did, that's who," I said pointing to his crotch. He had a full blown erection that stretched those panties to the max. "Don't worry baby," I said in a cutesy voice, "I won't tell." He really didn't like that. 

"I'm just not used to it, that's all. I don't have a panty fetish...or any other kind of fetish. Stop talking like that."

"Sure baby...I know," I said blowing him a kiss. That just made him more self conscious. "Now put on the garter belt. I will be right back," I said heading for the door. "And be careful Harry," I said over my shoulder, "you're not used to it either." I left him standing there trying to figure out how to put it on. 

I went to Sally's room and opened her drawer looking for a pair of stockings. And what did I find staring up at me? Low and behold it was her strap-on. And attached to it was Peter, the nice thick cock she likes to fuck me with. She knew about my thing for large cocks and bought the biggest she could find. I got wet just looking at it. 

Then it all fell into place. I grabbed it, hiked my dress up and yanked my panties down. I slipped it on and tightened the straps nice and tight. I wiggled my hips watching it sway back and forth. I couldn't keep the smile from my face. I stroked it once or twice feeling myself getting wetter by the second. Then I pulled my panties back up hiding Peter. I grabbed a pair of stockings and headed back to my room. 

Harry was standing in front of the mirror. His cock was just as hard as when I left. The garter belt straps looked so cute dangling down his thighs. I knew if the panties turned him on, the stockings would drive him crazy. 

"Cute Harry, very cute," I said walking into the room. 

"Hey cut it out. This isn't funny."

"Here, put these on," I said throwing him the stockings. "Now just bunch it up, point your toes and roll it up. Simple, right? Just hook them to those straps." He looked at me with such a helpless look. "You probably want to sit on the edge of the bed to do this." 

He stepped back and sat down on the bed. I pulled up a chair so that I could watch. I knew it would make him feel more self conscious. I was starting to like making him feel self conscious. 

He gathered the stocking up in his fingers, pointed his toe straight out and slipped the stocking over his foot. I had a perfect view of his cock. Those panties were not doing much of a job holding him. He pulled that stocking up his leg causing his cock to throb powerfully behind the skimpy panties. And that I liked. By the time he had the second one up I could see a wet spot on those panties. And I liked even more. 

"Now walk around...get used to them," I said. He got to his feet and paced back and forth. He was doing his best to hide his embarrassment, but I saw right through it. He was so fucking hard. I wondered if it was really the silk or just his perverted mind.  

"Gee...I don't know Harry. I am beginning to wonder if we are going to be able to hide that cock of yours. You know girls don't have a big fucking lump in the front of their panties. Well...not most girls. You have already soaked those." He suddenly looked down and saw the wet spot. It had grown considerably. "If I knew you were going to enjoy it this much, we could have tried this earlier." That did it. 

"Hey, this wasn't my idea! I can't help it if...if... Shit!" he said frustrated. 

"No need to get all upset baby. Sit back and enjoy it," I said smiling. I cupped his chin with my hand and hit him with the cutesy voice, "I'm going to have fun turning you into my cute little bitch." He wanted to explode and probably would have had the circumstances been different. But he needed me and we both knew it. 

"Now put on these heels. They will be a little tricky at first, but you will get used to them honey." They were four inch heels with ankle straps. They screamed "come fuck me." 

Harry put them on and wobbled around pacing the room. I was really enjoying watching him. His throbbing cock threatened to flop out of his panties with each step. "Try swishing your hips. Girls don't walk like that. You have to sell this Harry. You only get one shot."

He started rolling his hips and I thought I was going to bust out laughing. Of course I didn't. If someone would have told me I'd be watching my boyfriend prancing around in lingerie and heels I just wouldn't believe them. But there he was and I was enjoying the hell out of it. 

"Yeah that's better, but something is missing. Step over here." Harry wobbled over to me on the bed. "Close your eyes." As soon as he did I squeezed his cock. At the same time I ran my hand up his silk covered ass. 

"Hey what are you doing?"

"Shut up Harry." I continued to rub his ass making sure my finger trailed down his crack. I knew he was thinking about his cock, but I wanted him to start thinking about his ass. 

"What you need is a little sex in your walk. Think about your ass Harry. That's what people will be watching." I pushed my finger right against his rosebud and watched his cock pulse. Those poor panties didn't have a chance with that hard cock. "Now try it again...and think about your ass."

I'll be damned if he didn't start swishing that ass just about right. I watched him pace in front of me, stockings, heels, panties and now swishing that ass. I was going to enjoy taking that cherry of his.  

"Much better. Ok, now we have to do your hair." 

"What are we going to do to it?" 

"I have to put rollers in it, give it some curl. While we are waiting for that I can do your face."

His hair was almost as long as mine. I sprayed it down and rolled it up with curlers. If Harry looked weird before, he really looked weird now. But I knew it was all going to work out once he was "finished."

I pulled the chair up and started brushing on eye shadow. I made sure he could watch in the mirror. I followed that with some eye liner. "Damn baby. That cock of yours is so hard. It looks so cute in those panties." 

"Cut it out!" he said embarrassed. 

"You have me all revved up. How about sneaking a hand up my dress and helping a girl out?" That brought a smile to his face. He put his hand on my thigh and walked his fingers up my leg, under my dress and right into the huge bulge hidden in my panties. 

"What the fuck!?" he said jerking his hand away. His eyes were huge. 

"Keep going sugar," I said firmly. "You know what to do. Now do it!" He slipped his hand back underneath my dress and searched for my panties. Then he pulled them down causing my cock to flop out making an interesting tent of my dress. He glanced at me in surprise, shock. 

I stopped what I was doing and waited. My stare was all business. 

He wrapped his hand around it. I continued to wait, staring. 

I felt him pull on it. I lowered my eyebrows, showed the slightest of grins. He started stroking it. 

I leaned in and continued with his makeup. I could see everything in his eyes. He was afraid, scared and terribly horny all at the same time. 

"Feels just like a real one...doesn't it Harry?" I said applying mascara. 

He didn't respond. His strokes became less mechanical, more fluid. I knew his fingers were running over the veins of my cock. I could feel him exploring the tip. 

"Now you need some lipstick," I said as if nothing was happening. "Pucker up sweetie." With no hesitation Harry puckered his lips together in an exaggerated kiss. I picked up the bright red lipstick and applied it smoothly to his lips while he stroked my cock. Once he was painted up, I had him look in the mirror. 

"Perfect! Red is definitely your color," I smiled. Then I turned to him. My smile faded to all business. I lowered my voice and said firmly, "Now Harry...put those lips around my cock...and suck." 

I yanked my dress up to reveal my cock in all its glory. Harry's eyes shot down for his first look. His eyes were so big. He glanced at me and saw that I meant business. 

He lowered his mouth onto my cock and took the first couple of inches between his lips. That first orgasm shot through me like a bullet. I knew there would be more. I spread my legs, leaned back and watched Harry suck his first cock. 

"That's right Harry...suck that cock," I taunted. "A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do." Harry just grunted. His mouth was full. 

I watched his technique. He held the base in his hand and worked his lips as far down my shaft as he could. It looked to me like he was seeing how much he could take. I admired his attitude. I hoped he retained that attitude when I started fucking him. 

"Run your tongue over it Harry...let me see," I commanded. He pulled the shaft from his lips and started licking it. 

"Slower Harry. This isn't a race." He went from licking a stamp to something more sexual. 

"Now the tip Harry. Roll that tongue over the tip." His eyes shot up at me. But he kept his cool. He moved up to the tip and rolled his tongue over it a couple of times. 

"Trace the head with your tongue," I said watching. "Do it slow. Let me see. I want to see everything." He stopped long enough to digest what I had said. Then he curled his tongue around the edge of the helmet and slowly circled around tracing its shape. And that made me crazy. I could feel the juices running down the straps. 

"Don't forget the slit Harry. Nice and slow." He darted his tongue up that slit and I thought I was going to have another orgasm. I could just picture long ribbons of hot cum spraying all over his face. 

"Uooh that's good Harry," I said almost there. "...real good." 

He swooped down on that shaft taking a good three or four inches. Then he pulled up slowly, sensuously until he came right off the end and polished the tip with his tongue. He traced the head once, darted up the slit and then went back down the shaft. That was when I had my second orgasm. It was quick and swift. It cursed through me like a bolt of lightening.

I leaned back and tried to gain my breath while Harry continued making love to my cock. He was really into it now. His eyes were closed; his moves were slow and fluid. He was clearly off in cock land somewhere no doubt trying to satisfy his perverted little mind. I know a real cock would have filled him full of cum way before now. And from the looks of things, that would have been just fine with Harry. 




The Bartender Ch. 02



But I wanted more. I wanted to fuck Harry real bad. I wanted to stick that cock up his ass and take his cherry. I wanted Harry to know what it was like getting fucked by a nice big cock. 

"That's good Harry," I said putting my hands on his head. I started pulling him off my cock saying, "You did a real nice job sucking that cock. But now you have me all horny." I was holding his head about an inch in front of my cock. His eyes were busily studying its shape, size. "Kiss it Harry." I didn't have to say it twice. He leaned forward and kissed that cock like he meant it. 

"But this isn't all...is it Harry?" I twisted my hips causing my cock to run across his lips. I was definitely getting into teasing him. He was so cock whipped by that time I could have done anything at all. "Yes...so much more. Lie down on the bed." 

His eyes got big once again. He wanted to say something, but thought better of it. I glanced down at his panties and he was hard as ever. Sucking cock really agreed with him. I made a mental note that if I ever saw him again I would give him plenty of cock, but next time it would be real. He lay flat on the bed and waited. 

"No Harry. Turn so you can see yourself in the mirror." He shot me a look and turned around on the bed. This was going to be better than I thought. I could see Harry looking at my cock in the mirror. I'm sure he was trying to decide if he could take something that big. 

I walked slowly around the bed until I was behind Harry. I stifled a smile seeing him the way he was. I have to admit I felt pretty powerful. I spread his legs and moved between them. I glanced at the mirror to see Harry watching my every move. 

I got on the bed and lowered my cock to his panty covered ass. I took my time running the shaft up and down his crack. "I'm going to enjoy this Harry. You might not believe it...but you are going to enjoy it too." 

I reached over to my night stand and pulled out a bottle of lube. I reached for his panties and pulled them down in back just enough to get the job done. I wanted the front to rub against his cock. I squirted some lube on him and then put some on the tip of my cock. "Yeah, believe me...you are going to enjoy this." 

I started to get in position and noticed that Harry closed his eyes. Poor thing I thought. I slapped his ass once or twice. "Loosen up Harry. There is nothing wrong with taking a huge cock in your ass. Just relax." Of course that was impossible. "Suit yourself baby." 

I had fucked Sally on many occasions, so I did have some experience. But she was always flowing like a river so I just slipped right in. This time would be different. But I enjoy a challenge. I nuzzled my tip to his rosebud and leaned into it. 

"Uhhhhhh," Harry grunted as the head of my cock disappeared inside him. I was surprised that it went in so easy. Lube is a beautiful thing. I slapped his ass again trying to get him to loosen up. After a moment or two, I pushed in another inch or two. Harry grunted again. 

"You're doing fine baby...almost there," I said looking at him in the mirror. His eyes were still closed. I went ahead and pushed the rest into him and he groaned. "That's a girl. And you thought it wouldn't fit." I started to gently rock. I had never really thought about fucking Harry before. But now that I had a cock in his ass, saw him pinned underneath me...I was determined to make him like it. 

I gently rocked for a minute or two letting him get used to me. I could see his face in the mirror so I had a pretty good idea of how he was feeling. He had been biting his lip bracing for the pain. Once he released it, I knew he had relaxed. 

That's when I started taking bigger strokes. I continued to watch his face as I pulled my cock almost all the way out before plunging it back in to the hilt. That's what he liked the most. I leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Told you would like it." I drove in hard to make my point causing him to moan. It was a sexual moan. He was starting to loose control. "Open your eyes Harry. I want you to watch me fucking you." 

He opened his eyes and looked at our reflection in the mirror. "That's it baby. Watch this huge cock go all the way inside you." I drove my cock into him, watched his eyes, saw his lust. I grabbed his hips taking more control, gave him a sexy smile and pounded him with my cock. "Feels good...doesn't it," I said wanting more from him. "We could have been doing this all along." 

I repositioned myself trying to get more of that cock against my clit. That made me moan and Harry moaned too. I must have hit something inside him because now he was pushing back against me, meeting my thrusts. 

Our passions were building, his as well as mine. We both worked that cock as best we could. Our eyes met in the mirror. Harry was really getting off to my cock. He was no longer trying to hide it. I decided right then that I liked fucking boys. 

I stopped thrusting and just held still. "You like that cock...don't you. Fuck me Harry. Fuck my cock. You do the work. Let me watch you fuck this cock." 

He closed his eyes and focused. He pushed back against my cock taking the entire length. Then he spread his legs a little more and tried again. That must have done it for him. He started slamming down on that cock hard. 

"Open your eyes Harry!" His eyes flew open and zeroed in on our reflection. He started shaking his hips really fast working that cock like a pro. "That's it Harry. Fuck my cock!" He kept slamming into it. Suddenly he grabbed the sheets, shut his eyes and let out a blood curdling scream. I slammed into him as hard as I could trying to milk his orgasm for all it was worth and in the process triggered my own. My body heaved with erotic energy. I finally collapsed on top of Harry. Now it was official. I really liked fucking boys, liked it a lot. 

We rested there for a minute. My cock was fully embedded in his ass. He seemed perfectly happy with that. I rose up and glanced at him in the mirror. I braced myself and dislodged my cock from his ass eliciting his final grunt. 

"Get up so I can fix your lipstick." Harry pulled himself together and moved to the edge of the bed, in front of the mirror. That's when I noticed his panties. He had shot off inside them and they were a total mess. He had cum like a bull. I dipped my hand inside his panties and scooped a finger full of cum. I raised my finger to his lips and pushed it inside. His tongue sucked it right off.  

"I told you would like it." 

I fetched Harry another set of panties and then started pulling rollers from his hair. I brushed it out, reapplied his lip stick and watched him slip on the dress I picked. It was a yellow summer dress with black polka dots. Harry was a little taller than Sally so the dress was shorter on him. That wouldn't be that big a deal until he went to sit down. And that might be a little problematic. But other than that, he looked really cute. He certainly looked good enough to ride a bus to Chicago. 

"Come on Harry. It's show time." 

We walked down to my car and got inside. The goons had a perfect view. I drove off heading for the bus station staring at the rearview mirror. I knew we made it when I turned right at the corner and they turned left. 

"You did it Harry. Now comes the hard part. You have to sell it up close." We rode the rest of the way in silence. I'm not sure what Harry was thinking about, but I was thinking about the explosive orgasms I had watching him with my cock. I couldn't wait to tell Sally all about it. 

I pulled up to the bus station and stopped. "Good luck Harry." 

He looked at me and then glanced at the people walking around outside the bus station. He took a deep breath and got out of the car. I watched him walk inside. And yes he was swishing that ass just about right.



The Bartender Ch. 03



v
I needed to think about Chicago. I would make some calls once I got in town, find a game. That was what I needed, a game. If I could just get a game I could shoot my way out of this. Hell I shot some of my best games from six feet under. And the way I saw it, I was about seven feet under and sinking.

Yeah, that's what I needed. But here I was sitting in the Dallas bus station dressed like a chick, feeling like a tranny with twenty bucks to my freaking name. My ass was sore from being pounded by that telephone pole. I didn't even want to think about the blowjob. 

I felt eyes on me and freaked out. There was an exit to the far left, but it was too far away. The front door was behind me, much closer. I would need to kick off these fucking heels. Yeah, the front door was my ticket. 

As calmly as I could I did a casual scan to see where they were. If they were between me and the front door I was fucked. I glanced around and found them. They belonged to a guy, mid twenties, slim build, glasses, sitting to my right. He wasn't one of Benny's.

Hell he was checking me out! That was a relief. Horny bastard. I noticed that my dress was hiked up pretty high. I was flashing him a garter strap and stocking top and didn't know it. Eat your heart out asshole. What the hell, I thought, let him look. I almost started laughing. Here I was giving some punk cheap thrills at the bus station. Yeah, make that about eight feet under. 

I had an hour and fifteen minutes before my bus took off. I hadn't slept in two days. Everything would be fine once I got on that bus. I glanced back at my little pervert and caught him yet again. Dude, you got to get better than that. Don't you know women sense what you are doing? I crossed my legs hoping the move would give me more dress to cover my legs. It didn't. So I crossed them back. 

My admirer must have taken that as some sort of sign because he was walking over to me. Shit! Shelia didn't teach me how to handle this. I had half a mind to rip this guy a new one, but dressed as I was, I decided I needed to stay in character. 

"How you doing?" he said taking the seat next to me. 

I shot him a look and then looked the other way. No need to encourage him. 

"I'm headed to Omaha, how about you?" 

He was a fucking farm boy. At least he wasn't going to Chicago. "Chicago," I said looking in the other direction.

"Never been to Chicago." 

Great. I'm getting hit on by a perv who's never been to the big city. I turned to look at him. Yeah, pretty innocent. He was drinking a cup of coffee. I couldn't afford one. "Never been to the big city?" I asked trying to sound feminine. 

"Naw. Just visiting my grandmother. She's not doing too well." My eyes went from his face to the fucking cup of coffee and back. I could taste the caffeine.

"Sorry to hear that."

"Would you like some coffee?" he asked. I guess he wasn't as stupid as I thought. 

"I would...but I'm a little low on cash right now." 

"That's ok. I'll get you some. Black?" 

"That would be great," I said relieved. How easy was that? Chicks have it made. A minute later I was chugging bus station coffee and loving it. 

"So what's in Chicago?" 

"Uh...I'm going there to find a job."

"Really? What kind of work do you do?" 

Mister one thousand questions. Ok, ok, he did buy me some coffee. Let's see, what kind of work do I do? 

"I'm a stripper." I don't know where that came from, but it was out of my mouth before I could stop it. I guess it was the first thing I thought of. 

He gave me the once over. Then he did it again. Shit! Great move Harry, really smart. 

"I've never met a stripper before," he said with a smile. 

I might as well have fun with it now. "Don't they have strippers in Omaha? I see good looking guys like you in the club all the time." He shifted in his seat on that one. 

"Never been to a club like that. No offense," he said. He glanced away for a moment before turning back to me. "I heard things about those clubs though..."

"What things?" I asked. He was so nervous. I gave him a little smile. 

"You know...things. I heard sometimes...if you are lucky...a guy can...you know..."

"Get a little action?" I said smiling. I don't know why, but my eye caught his crotch. This fucker was hard as hell. He'd probably been hard the whole time. Shit! I couldn't believe what I was getting ready to say. "Sometimes they can. But that doesn't come cheap." 

A smile crossed his face like Christmas morning. "Oh I got money!" he said excitedly. 

"You got a hundred bucks?" I wasn't going cheap.

"Sure do!" 

Damn! I couldn't tell if my luck had changed for the better...or for the worse. I looked around. Where in the hell could we go so I could get my hundred bucks? The only place I could see was the men's room. What the fuck? A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. "Come with me Sugar." 

I took his hand and led him to the men's room. I took him straight over to the stalls. Just as we got there another guy was coming out. He looked quite surprised to see me. "You gotta problem sailor?" I said staring him down. He just shrugged and left. I put the lid down and took a seat pulling farm boy right up close. 

"Maybe you should give me the money." 

"Oh sure, sure," he said reaching for his wallet. He pulled out a hundred bucks and handed it to me. I opened my purse and threw it inside next to the makeup. Chicago just got a little closer. 

I put the purse down and stared at his crotch. For the second time that day I was getting ready to suck cock. I took a deep breath and reached for his zipper. I was actually getting a little nervous or maybe a little excited. I couldn't really tell the difference. I reached in and felt his warm flesh. Shit! I wrapped my fingers around it and felt it pulse with excitement. 

I pulled it free of his pants and immediately slipped my lips around it before I chickened out. Even though he had a decent sized cock, it wasn't half the size of Shelia's monster. I was able to sink right down to the root without any problems at all. 

Farm boy grabbed the sides of the stall and moaned. So many things were going through my head. It was so much easier than Shelia's. And it felt way too good between my lips. I liked the way he throbbed against my tongue. And I could taste something too. I realized he was probably oozing pre-cum. I could feel my own erection straining against my panties. I suddenly wondered if my dress would cover it when it was time to leave. 

Yeah, it was all too good and I was going to make it better. I pulled up to where I just had the tip to play with. I danced my tongue around the tip tracing its shape. I did that several times real slow enjoying it way too much. He had a really nice cock all warm and soft. I darted my tongue up his slit and got a big taste of him right on the tip of my tongue. Farm boy really liked that. 

He moaned and swayed bracing himself using the walls of the stall. Yeah, I was enjoying this way too much. I was going to give him one hell of a blowjob. It would be one we would both remember. I pursed my lips tightly and slowly descended his length right down to his balls luxuriating in that thick shaft filling mouth. Right as I started to pull up... he erupted. 

It caught me totally off guard. That first stream was so forceful. It hit the back of my throat. And there was so much. This guy hadn't cum in ages. I clamped down and caught the full thrust of his second stream. I found myself trying to swallow, but it was difficult with an exploding cock going off in my mouth. I just rode his orgasm letting him shoot his stuff down my throat. 

Once he was done, I pulled off slowly letting his cock flop from my lips. The whole thing didn't last three minutes! I tucked his cock back into his underwear and zipped him up. I reached for some toilet paper and dabbed my lips. 

"How was that sugar?" I asked not knowing what else to say. 

He looked down at me through lazy eyes. "That was great," he said calmly. I smiled, rose to my feet and we walked out of the bathroom. Once outside I said, "Well sugar this is where we part ways. Have a good trip back to Omaha." I turned and ducked into the ladies room knowing he couldn't follow me. 

I walked to the back stall and locked myself inside. I yanked up my dress, pulled my panties down and started stroking my cock furiously. What had I done? I could still taste him in my mouth. I played it back in my mind. His warm flesh pulsing between my lips, his moans filling the air...I came all over my hand. I pumped and pumped. It felt good. I closed my eyes feeling the warm cum oozing down my fingers.

I had sucked a real cock. I could still feel that thing going off in my mouth. I brought my fingers to my lips and started licking. I squeezed my cock and pulled getting a little more. I told myself I didn't want it leaking out on my panties. But I knew that was a lie. 

I pulled my panties up and tucked my cock back inside. I smoothed out my dress, got to me feet and marched over to the mirror. I pulled the lip stick from my purse. I ran it across my lips thinking about the cock that had just been there. No matter how I looked at it, I was now a cocksucker. And it was the easiest hundred bucks I ever made. 

I walked out of the bathroom just in time to get on my bus. It was only about half full. I took a seat halfway back by the window. I leaned against the window and closed my eyes. I was so tired. So much had happened. The taste of cum permeated my mouth. I needed to rest so badly. I thought I could tell when the bus started rolling. The subtle vibration of going down the road was the perfect sleeping pill. 

I woke up sometime later and realized I was leaning against something, someone. My head was cradled against a shoulder of a live human being. I must have shifted in my sleep from the window. When all of this registered in my mind I jolted up. There was farm boy smiling back at me. 

"What!? What are you doing on this bus? I thought you were going to Omaha?"

"I am. This bus stops in Omaha before continuing to Chicago." 

I just gave him a dumb look. I was still plenty tired. I just leaned my head back against his shoulder. As I began to close my eyes, I focused on his crotch. I had sucked that cock. He must have been thinking about it too because he was hard. I put my hand on his bulge and gave him a squeeze. I left it there as I closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep. 

I woke sometime later. The first thing I was aware of was my hand clutching farm boy's crotch. Poor thing was still hard. I lay there for a minute or two taking it all in. I don't know what had come over me. I really enjoyed sucking cock. That was going to cause some issues, issues I would have to deal with later.

"Somebody is really horny," I said straightening up looking at farm boy. 

"I sure am," he smiled. "I was wondering...if you might do that again...I've got plenty of money." 

I looked towards the back of the bus. The last several rows were empty. "I sure can," I smiled.



The Bartender Ch. 04



Giving into my issues...

I was pretty rested by the time I arrived in Chicago. I got off the bus and headed for a taxi. I could afford one now thanks to farm boy. I got in the cab and we headed to the south side. Benny wouldn't be looking for me there. That's where I would find a game. I just needed to make one stop first. I needed to buy some male clothes. 

I rented a cheap hotel room not far from a pool hall I had been too before. I knew a few guys that used to hang out there. If there was a game, they would know it. They would fix me up. 

I kicked off my heels and threw them in the closet. My feet were killing me. I hung up my dress trying not to think about things too much. I walked into the bathroom to start the shower and caught my reflection in the mirror. I was still wearing panties, makeup, my hair was curly. Gees, what the hell was I doing? 

I waited for the water to run hot and stepped in. I shampooed my hair several times trying to get the curl out. The shampoo lathered up really nice. I smoothed it all over my body paying particular attention to my cock. I felt really different without hair.

My cock responded quickly to the nice thick lather. I got a handful and started stroking. I thought about sucking Shelia's cock. That was nothing compared to the real thing. I stroked a little harder. I thought about farm boy exploding in my mouth, tasting his junk just before swallowing it. I painted the shower wall with my own. Yeah, I needed to straighten that out. But it would just have to wait. 

I toweled off and looked in the mirror. My hair looked fairly reasonable. All traces of the makeup were gone. I needed to make some calls. I stepped into the other room and slipped on a pair of jeans. For half a second I toyed with the idea of putting the panties on underneath. Yeah, I had some things to straighten out. 

I got on the phone. It took several hours, but I got a game. I needed to play big. There was nothing like playing with your lunch on the line. For me, it was lunch, dinner and breakfast all rolled into one. I needed to break a thousand before heading north. That was where the real money was. I figured I had a day, day and a half before the word got back to Benny. 

Six hours on the south side. What a nightmare. At least I didn't live there. I had a little over two grand and headed north. Things would move a lot quicker on the north side. It was getting dark, so I figured I had the night to make my money. If I got lucky, I would make my score and be on a bus before daylight. If I didn't have the money by then it wouldn't make much difference. The word would be out and I would be over. 

I started out at Hole in the Wall. Nice enough place, plenty of suckers. I hustled up a few tourists, doubled my stake and headed for She's Mine. People playing the circuit showed there from time to time. Fast money if you can pull it off. I didn't have a choice. I ran into Freddy, told him my situation. He said he could get me the game if I had a little scratch. I slipped him five hundred. I was in. 

Daddy's Money. You wouldn't know it was there if you weren't a player. The stairs went up to the second floor. You could cut the smoke with a knife. Freddy put in a word and we stepped into a private room. One table, that's it. Nothing fancy, all business.

Thousand bucks a game to start, money on the table. I glanced around the room. Three guys, one chick. Only one was playing. The others were muscle. That meant big boy had some cash. I turned my back to them and peeled off ten bills slapping them on the table. He put ten on his side and we were on. 

He won the lag and I felt the sinking feeling in my stomach. I stepped back against the wall and watched him shoot. He was cool, steady as a rock. He didn't move too fast, didn't take too long to shoot. He knew where he was going. He dropped four balls, but squeezed the five just a little too tight for the side. 

I was lucky to get a turn. I needed to drop a few, get a feel for the table, build some confidence. I started out very conservative. I took my time, pushed everything from my mind and squeezed them in one by one. I made an eight nine combo for the win. I rose from the table and looked at big boy. He was taking it well. I glanced at the muscle, they were relaxed. I walked around and collected the money. I put it on my pile and shot him a look. He peeled off twenty bills and dropped them on the table. I started rolling balls towards the base line.

I'm not sure how long we played. The smoke was killing me. My eyes were watering, my head ached. Big boy was pretty damn good. I was up, but not by much. I knew things could shift any time. I was getting tired. I would have packed it in had I a choice. I didn't. 

It would be light outside soon. This could go one of a few ways. I could let my guard down, loose. If I didn't wrap this up soon it wouldn't matter. Benny had a price on me. I didn't have the time. I needed to win. The question I'd thought about for the last hour or so was this; was the muscle going to let me keep the cash? There was only one way to find out. 

"You're good...but I can beat you. I'm all in," I said. 

Big boy smiled on that one. I hoped it was a bluff or maybe ego. Whatever it was, it shook me. He pulled the money out, matched the bet. I glanced at the muscle. They were wide awake. Even the chick was staring at me now. 

I racked them up real tight, stepped back from the table. That was what I liked about the game. You won or lost, there were no ties. I knew that minutes from now my problems would be over, one way or the other. 

He dropped the two on the break, had a nice spread on the balls. That smile was gone, his eyes on the table. Naked women could be dancing all over the place and he wouldn't have noticed. He moved quickly for the one. He used the three to drop the six, left it lined up perfectly for the side. He made a sweet little chip shot dropping the three lining up for the four. Time stood still, he was the only thing moving and he was moving like a dancer.

Then it happened. I chalked it up to over confidence or maybe he just choked, not sure. He missed his shot on the eight. 

Nothing could have been sweeter. Two balls, that's it. Open table. I could fucking do that with my eyes closed. I stayed in my chair; let the first wave pass. Got to my feet, but felt weak. My palms were sweaty, my head was everywhere. I was going to blow it! Fuck! 

I walked around the table, looked at the shot. So sweet. I pushed everything from my mind, everything. There was nothing left but that eight ball. I drop that and then the nine and I am done. The sun will come out and all my babies will be born naked. My shit will turn into ice cream. 

I line up behind the ball. I have made this shot six million times. I inhale, squeeze it off. Smooth as silk. It's all about the nine. I move quick before I can think. I line it up, squeeze. For a moment I thought it was not enough. The ball was moving too slow, not enough juice. I was going to fall short. My stomach reacted first. But then it dropped. It dropped in the corner. 

Holy fucking shit! 

I held it together. I was not out of the woods yet. I rose up slowly and glanced at big boy. He was upset, but not crazy. I looked at the muscle. Suddenly I felt like a chocolate cake at a weight watchers meeting. 

"Good game," I said putting the money in my pocket. "Let me take a piss, then I will buy you a drink." I headed for the bathroom before anybody said anything. Once inside I locked the door. I wasn't sure what they would do. It's hard to figure guys like that. I couldn't afford to take the chance. I opened the window and crawled out. 

I headed back to my hotel room by way of a liquor store. I held it together until I got safely inside my room. Then I pushed a chair up against the door and poured myself a stiff one. 

I did it. I pulled it off. I downed my drink. It felt good. Now that it didn't matter, I fell apart. My hands were shaking. I downed another. Shit that was close. I couldn't wipe the smile from my face. 

I woke up in that chair. I must have dozed off. I saw the empty bottle and then looked at my watch. I needed to get my ass to the bus station. I stepped into the bathroom and took a quick shower. I had to be careful now. There had been plenty of time for word to get to Benny. I needed to make a decision. 

I walked back into the other room and saw the jeans on the bed. Then I looked in the closet. Shit. I went back and forth, but knew the right answer. I fastened the garter belt around my waist and sat on the bed. The nylon felt good going up my legs. The panties did too. I was hard as a rock by the time I got that yellow dress over my head. 

I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I had no idea what I was going to do with my hair. I didn't have any curlers. I parted it in the middle and brushed it behind my ears. I pulled the makeup from my purse and tried to remember the things Shelia did. 

I stared at myself in the mirror. I looked pretty bad. I couldn't get on the bus looking like I did and expect anyone to believe I was a girl. Shit. It was too risky going as me. What the hell was I going to do? The difference was I had money this time. That helped. I pulled out the phone book and found a beauty salon a few blocks away.

It was pretty crazy no doubt about it. I walked right into that beauty salon and sat in the chair. I didn't even use a feminine voice. Why bother? I pulled out a hundred dollar bill and told them to do me up all the way. And man did they. 

I'm not sure what it is about women, but when a guy turns himself over to them they really get off to it. 

They did my hair, my face, everything. I looked in the mirror and knew I could pass easily now. There was just one problem. You could see it a mile away. I asked if they had a bathroom.

I pulled it out and started stroking. Man I wanted to fuck something real bad. Or maybe have something fuck me. I thought about asking one of the girls up front, but that's not what I wanted. I thought about that bus ride up, that warm throbbing cock between my lips. I sucked the hell out of that cock. That's what I wanted. I pumped a load right into my hand, brought it to my lips and drank. 

Yeah, I definitely had issues.

I walked to the front and dropped off an extra hundred as a tip. They knew what I did in the bathroom; I could see it in their eyes. Hey, now they had a story to tell. I touched up my lipstick and took a cab to the bus station. I could hear my heels clacking against the floor as I walked over to get my ticket. A few heads turned to check me out. They had no idea. I bought a ticket and took a seat waiting. 

I glanced at one of the guys who had checked me out. I wondered if he would pay a hundred bucks. I bet he wouldn't last as long as farm boy. Hell I might do it for free. Shelia would get a real kick knowing what she started. I wasn't about to tell her. 

The bus ride was long and uneventful. I slept most of the way. I thought about how I was going to get the money to Benny without getting hurt. I thought about farm boy. I thought about pulling a blanket over me and jacking off. 

I took a cab to Shelia's bar. I pulled the compact from my purse and touched myself up. Funny, I wanted to look good for her. 

"That will be two bucks," I said serving the beer. My feet were killing me. I glanced down the bar as I waited for him to pay. I couldn't believe my eyes. I would recognize that yellow dress anywhere. He had plenty of sex in that walk of his. I watched as he sat at the bar. It took a lot of guts to come in dressed like that. 

"Hi Cutie," I said with a smile, "Don't you look nice?" Then under my breath, "Are you out of your fucking mind? What the hell are you doing here?" 

His pretty red lips bent just slightly, "Everything's cool. I got the money in my purse." 

It took a minute for that to sink in. He had pulled it off. I couldn't believe it. And that's not all he pulled off. I checked out his hair, his face. It was perfect. Did he do that? He had gone with bigger boobs this time. 

"I close in thirty minutes. Have a drink." I filled a wine glass full of whiskey and took it to him. That yellow dress was really getting noticed. I smiled. They didn't have a clue. 

"Hey, two beers over here."

"See you later sweetie," I turned to serve my other customers. Everyone wanted to get that last round before closing time. But I kept an eye on my little damsel in distress. It didn't take long for the show to start. 

One by one they started hitting on him. They were swarming like flies. I had to hand it to him. He was giving it just enough flirt not to piss them off, but not enough to show interest. I took him another wine glass full of whiskey and gave him a smile. 

I made my way to the phone and called Sally. "You will never guess who just walked into my bar. He has a nine inch cock and is wearing your yellow dress." 

"You're shitting me!"

"I most certainly am not," I said watching the other end of the bar. 

"He's wearing my dress...in your bar?" 

"He certainly is. And if I didn't know better I would say he is enjoying it." 

"Oh my god!" Sally giggled. "I would love to see that little slut in action." 

"Don't worry; I'm bringing her home as soon as I close." 

"I can't wait to see this!" 

I served sweet thing another wine glass and announced last call. She drew a flurry of attention, but I pushed them out the door. I locked it and turned to see Harry sitting at the bar with that cat-ate-the-canary look on his face. I had to say he pulled it off wonderfully. 

I walked over to him, spread his legs, mashed myself up against that yellow dress and gave him a wet, slobbery kiss. It was just like kissing Sally. 

"I thought you were enjoying that," I said feeling that unmistakable hardness. I could see him blush underneath his makeup. "I can't wait to get you home girlfriend." 

It didn't take long to drive home. I could see Harry fidgeting in his seat. I hoped he was thinking about last time. I sure was. I liked fucking boys. I slipped my hand across the seat, moved his dress up enough to show some leg. I saw his garter strap. I moved it a little more. I wanted to see his panties. 

And there it was. That magnificent lump of his was throbbing underneath that lace trimmed silk. Harry had a panty fetish. 

We walked up the stairs to the apartment. "I see you learned how to walk," I teased swatting him on the ass. He didn't say a word, but continued to swish that ass just right. That boy wanted some cock. 

Harry took three steps inside the door and froze. He wasn't expecting Sally. 

"Well, well, well...would you look at that," Sally said stunned. "I never thought I would see the day..." she said making a full circle around him. "You're right...he's gorgeous."

"Check out his panties," I said. 

Sally tried to yank his dress up, but Harry got a sudden case of shyness. "It IS my dress, you know," Sally said looking him in the eye. She tried again and Harry relented. "And those are my panties too," she said squeezing his lump. "Why Harry...I had no idea." Harry's face turned completely red. 

"You should have seen him at the bar. He was having a ball." 

"I bet he was. That dress was always good luck for me." She ran her hand over his silk covered ass. "Did you have fun making those boys horny?" Harry didn't know what to say, how to act. "Is that what put the bulge in your panties?"

Harry looked like he had just been hit by a car. Sally wasn't about to let it go. She leaned next to his ear, "Shelia tells me you suck a mean cock." 

He shot a look over at me. He turned three shades of red. Yes, I told Sally everything. He realized that now. 

"And that's something I want to see Harry. I want to watch you suck cock. The rent on that dress just came due." Sally grabbed his hand, gave me a wink and led him over to the couch. 

Sally sat down on the couch and spread her legs. "Right here Sugar," she said patting her crotch. Harry got down on his knees, between her legs. 

I could feel my panties growing damp. Sally was a master of the strap-on. I should know. I couldn't wait to see her work her magic on Harry. 

She grabbed Harry's hand and put it between her legs. Harry's eyes opened real wide feeling that twelve inch cock. "My, my, my... you are a size queen just like your girlfriend." Sally smiled watching Harry play with her cock. "I bet none of your boyfriends at the bar had a cock this big...did they? You know you were making them hard. Did you cop a feel?" 

I'd never seen Harry so complacent. Sally was dishing out orders and he obeyed. That's when I realized he wanted to do it. He could say whatever he wanted, but I knew he liked it. I was cool with that. Anyone could see he was looking forward to sucking Sally's cock. I was more than cool with that. 

Sally settled back and spread her legs invitingly. "Why Harry...I do believe your mouth is watering. Well go ahead sweetie..." 

Harry glanced over at me. I just stared back at him, waiting. He pulled Sally's dress up and sure enough, her panties were bulging even bigger than Harry's. "Getting closer... aren't you baby? I bet you can already feel it between your lips. Your girlfriend loves to suck this cock too. I can't tell you how many nights she has been exactly where you are...getting ready to do exactly what you are going to do." 

I watched Harry peel back her panties exposing her cock. "Mm...I think I'm going to like this," Sally whispered. "Wrap those pretty red lips around my cock. And suck."

Harry stared at that huge cock. He must have been in heaven. He leaned forward and took it between his lips. 

"More Harry," Sally hissed, "take more cock." Harry opened his jaw more and slid down another inch or two. "Yeah...that's more like it." 

"Remember Harry...nice and slow," I whispered over his shoulder. I didn't need to say it. His eyes were closed, his movements were so sexual. He had turned into a regular cock whore. I guess that was my fault. 

Harry was so focused on that cock he didn't even notice me leaving the room. I slipped into my bedroom and got out of my work clothes. Just knowing what was going on in the other room was enough to make me wet. I thought about Harry at the bar, the way he was dressed. It was kinky as hell, but it turned me on. I thought about his panty fetish. Sally and I would make the most of that right after we finished feeding him dick. I slipped into my sexiest corset and strapped on my killer cock. I love huge cocks. Mine was so big I could barely get my hand around it.

I walked back into the room. Harry was so hooked on that big cock. Sally's eyes went immediately to my cock swinging between my legs. She gave me a wink and a smile. I stood and watched for a minute playing with my nipples. This was going to be fun.

I sank down right behind Harry. Slowly I raised his dress in the back exposing his ass. "Those are the cutest panties," I purred. "Who would have thought Harry had a panty fetish?" I reached around and felt the front of his crotch. It was soaked. 

"We certainly know how to feed that, don't we?" Sally smiled. 

Harry moaned hearing that one. I thought about last years Halloween costume. It was a French Maid uniform made of black satin. I still had the petticoats to go with it. 

I mashed my cock up against the cute little ass of his. "We're going to have some real fun around here...aren't we Harry?" I said smiling at Sally. 

He started to rise up, but Sally put her hand on his head and pushed him back down. "No, no sweetie...you aren't through yet."

I pushed the tip of my cock inside him, "Here we go baby...just like last time. Have you been thinking about that baby...thinking about me fucking you again," I said pushing another inch inside. "I like fucking boys." I kept pushing cock into him until it was buried. "That's it baby...now you have all twelve inches." 




The Bartender Ch. 04



He moaned as he pushed back against it. 

"You were right baby," Sally said, "He sucks a mean cock." She ran her hands up through his hair, but her eyes were fixed on my cock buried in his ass. "I had no idea Harry was such fun." 

She gave me a wink. I blew her a kiss.