8 comments/ 53754 views/ 46 favorites Sports Bar Seduction By: wideeyedinnocent Note to the editor: My story requires special formatting as it uses italics for emphasis. No other special formatting is present. Thanks! Sports Bar Seduction "Howdy stranger," a familiar voice greeted him as soon as he entered. He turned toward the direction of the sound. "Hi...," he croaked and cleared his throat, "...Hi Katie." A figure began to emerge from the gloom. At first it appeared as a shapeless pattern of white in the blackness but gradually it began to take form as it grew nearer. It coalesced into a curvy woman with hips swaying sexily in time to her confident stride. Finally, the familiar features of Katie's face became clear. Harold's eyebrow's lifted as he realized that she was already naked. Not quite naked, he corrected himself after a moment when he realized she still wore a tiny black thong. When she stopped advancing, she gave a little toss of her long tresses, cocked a hip sideways and placed a hand on it. "I knew you'd be back Harry," she grinned mischievously at him. "I...I," he half-stammered, feeling somehow insulted by her blithe assumption and trying to come up with a defense even as he realized he could hardly deny the charge. "I just came to look," he finally retorted, voice trailing off as he realized how lame a defense it was. "That's fine," she agreed equably as she moved closer to him and fixed him with her uncanny gaze. Her arms encircled him in a fluid motion and she pressed her chest against his. He could feel the deliciously soft-yet-firm pillows of her breasts swelling against him and her slightly harder nipples poked him through his shirt. Her full lips advanced toward his own and he found himself transfixed, unable to resist. To his surprise and relief, they swerved aside at the last moment and she pressed them against his ear instead. "Nice boys like you can never resist us naughty women." It came out in a sultry whisper and then she abruptly released him. Her hand grasped his and she began pulling him deeper into the restaurant, speaking in a brisk, business-like voice. "Ground rules: you sit in the chair. No touching, no talking unless I ask you a question." She paused to reach over the bar and the music started before guiding him toward a chair positioned in almost exactly the same way it had been the night before. "The dance ends when I say it ends. No premature climaxes tonight Harry," she finished sternly and gave him a playful shove just as he began to flush with embarrassment. He flopped backward into the chair with an ungainly sprawl but before he could sit up straighter she leaped gracefully on to his lap and straddled him once more. Then she began to dance. Tonight's dance contained all the features from the night before only heavier and steamier if that was possible. He sat there, unresisting, his erection straining against the confines of his pants and occasionally against the thrusting heat of her barely-covered womanhood. He said nothing as she playfully slapped her breasts against his face and he barely restrained the intense urge her to reach out and grasp them. As she gyrated on his lap he had the opportunity to examine her tattoo more closely. The artwork consisted of a hand-sized, stylized, sexy rabbit. The woman-rabbit brandished an old fashioned pocket watch and sported a top hat with an eight of hearts stuck in the brim. The mesmerizing motions of her smooth belly ceased as she turned and straddled him backwards, granting him an unobstructed view of the straining muscles of her tight ass and rare, tantalizing peeks at the sides of her swaying breasts. She twisted off of him, falling to her knees between his legs and began rubbing the bulge in his pants with a long-fingered hand. "These pants seem so confining Harry, I'm sure you want me to take them off." No! His mind screamed and he started to open his mouth. Her hand left his groin and she pressed her palm firmly over his lips. "Shh, that was a statement, not a question Harry." Her other hand resumed her previous stroking. She locked her gaze with his and waited until the defiance bled out of his eyes once more, subsumed by her will and the pleasure of her onslaught. The restraining hand left his mouth and went to his belt buckle. Within seconds, deft fingers had undone his belt and buttons and she grasped the waistband with both hands. "Lift," she commanded simply and he complied by lifting his bum briefly off the bench. To his surprise she took both his pants and his underwear down in a single pull and his erection sprang upward into the cool air of the bar. "Ooh," she cooed, allowing a wicked grin to spread across her face, "Nice guys with big cocks, my favorite combination. You're wife is a lucky woman." The reminder of his wife caused him to immediately flush with shame and he began to protest as his conscience briefly battered free of the chains he had wrapped around it. "Katie I can't..." She cut him off once more, slapping her hand across his mouth even more forcefully and grasping the base of his cock firmly with her other hand. "Don't feel guilty Harry. You're wife is a greedy, selfish bitch if she won't share your amazing cock. Besides, she probably only puts out for you twice a month and you have needs." Harold's attempts to speak through her restraining hand ceased instantly as the uncannily accurate insult went home. "I'm not a bitch Harry. I'm just a slut. I'm a slut who wants to suck your cock. And you're going to let me." She removed her hand from his mouth, lifted his hard-on and leaned in. The tip of her tongue tickled the base of his cock and then ascended, leaving a thin trail of cold wetness all the way up its length until she reached the tip. Her tongue swirled around the tip, pressing more forcefully with each revolution until he groaned with pleasure. At last her lips closed around his head and began to slowly slide down the shaft. Slowly, so slowly she engulfed him until she had taken most of his length and he felt himself pressing against the tight confines of her throat for a few moments before she began to pull back equally slowly. The blow job seemed to last for hours and her eyes rarely left his, scintillating with desire as she brought him closer and closer to climax. There was no comparison between Katie's expert manipulation of his member and the toothy, unenthusiastic efforts his wife had given him during the first few months of his marriage – and never since. Her mouth was wetter and more alive than any vagina. "You have permission to tell me when you are ready to cum Harry." She paused only briefly to inform him before continuing to suck him off. Whether it was the suggestion or simply the inevitable product of her consummate skill, the sensation in his loins rapidly escalated and he felt himself passing the point of no return. "I...I'm gonna cum!" He gasped desperately at a moment when she had nearly bottomed out on him, but her response was no panicked rearing back of her head. As before she pulled back slowly, deliberately, her green eyes daring him to cum inside her mouth. He felt his seed beginning to lurch forward inexorably and his muscles began to tense. Her mouth came off him and she ran her tongue suggestively around her full lips before leaning slowly back. She folded a forearm across her magnificent bust, pressing her tits together and upward and aimed his cock right at her cleavage. "Gaaaaahhhhh!" The chair rattled wildly against the wooden floor as his hips bucked upward convulsively. His knuckles blanched white clutching his seat as spurt after spurt of his cum spattered onto her chest in huge gobbets. Finally his tensed muscles began to relax as the stream of seed exhausted itself and he sagged back into the chair. Her grip relaxed on his softening member and yet still she held his gaze, as she had throughout his orgasm. He broke away at last, looking instead at the mess of white he had painted onto her chest and watching his semen slowly slide down onto the shelf of her breasts and into the crack between. She released him and started to rise, arm still holding back her tits. "Well Harry," she said calmly, "that was such a marvelous romp. I do hope you enjoyed it. I hope you won't mind if I go wash up," she leaned forward, showing him his handiwork again and he could smell the musky odor of his juices mixed with her sweat. "If I might be so bold, I'd suggest you do the same." She gestured at his rapidly shrinking penis and he noticed that not all of his emissions had ended up on Katie. With that she disappeared, leaving him numb, and shocked, and high on the afterglow of his incredible orgasm. He rose shakily from his chair and had to steady himself for a moment before hitching up his pants with one hand and staggering off to the men's room without bothering to button them. The polished granite and wood interior of the bathroom was immaculate and a faint scent of aftershave and soap lingered in the air. Harold made his way to one of the stalls and began cleaning himself off with some toilet paper. While he cleaned up, guilt and fear began to sprinkle through the weakening barrier of his arousal like the first droplets of a tropical deluge. His dabs and strokes became more hurried as the full downpour descended. His breathing quickened and his stomach congealed into a ball of ice as the full implications of his actions began to assail him. When he finished securing his belt and began to turn to exit the stall he saw a stack of papers on the back of the toilet seat. Tired of being captive to your sinful desires? God has the answer! Revival Community Church Join us for worship Sundays at 10:00 and be set free. This exhortation was followed by the address and contact details of the church. He couldn't think of a better description of what had just happened to him in that chair than being held captive by his desires. Reflexively he snatched a pamphlet from the back of the toilet and stuffed it into his pocket before exiting the bathroom. The speakers were quiet, and Katie was nowhere to be seen when he entered the main area of the restaurant, for which he was profoundly grateful. He didn't think he could face her at the moment. He quickly found the main entrance and exited into the dark, dark night. Sports Bar Seduction "Now, now Harry, don't make this hard," Katie admonished him quietly. "You see brothers and sisters, we've finally gotten to the part where we get to talk about the fruits of a godly marriage. Today's text is taken from the Song of Solomon so if you'd open your bibles to the Old Testament..." Thirty minutes later Harold couldn't take it anymore. He lurched out of the pew, covering his seemingly inextinguishable erection, which had started to get on the painful side, with a hymnal and hurrying out into the foyer. He didn't look back to see if Katie followed him. He got one or two askance looks from members of the congregation on the way but he finally made it and he was relieved to see that the ushers had joined the rest of the congregants inside the sanctuary. He discarded the hymnal on a convenient table and quickly spied the sign for the men's room. He hurried inside, finding it blessedly empty. Harold found a stall and pushed it shut behind himself. The latch wasn't quite properly aligned but he managed to get it pushed in just enough to keep the door from swinging open. He hastily dropped his pants before sitting down on the toilet. Without any hesitation he grasped his painful erection and began to stroke. It was so wrong, sitting in the stall of a church rubbing one out during the sermon, but could it be any more wrong than sitting next to a seductress posing as his wife as the pastor preached about godly marriage? As he masturbated he tried desperately to think of his wife but memories of Katie kept assailing him. Soon they blended together and his wife was bent over in front of him, pressing her pussy against smoked glass. The glass disappeared as he reached out to grab her tantalizing backside and mounted her forcefully. Don't feel guilty Harry, your wife is a greedy, selfish bitch... Katie's voice echoed in his mind even as he pounded her body. Wait, hadn't it been his wife's body?. So intent was he on the fantasy that he almost had a heart attack when the stall door sprang open. He looked up and Katie was standing over him, green eyes blazing with triumph. "You really are a naughty boy today Harry," she scolded as she straddled him and slid onto his lap without bothering to close the door behind her. Her tiny skirt rode up, revealing that she wore no underwear and her thighs embraced him firmly even as her wet womanhood pressed up against the base of his shaft. "We can make this short Harry since I'm already super wet and I intend to have you properly back at my place." He started to offer a weak protest but she pressed a finger against his lips and silenced him. "The proper answer to that question is 'Yes Miss Katherine.'" A hand snaked behind his head and she pulled him in for a long, fiery kiss. Her other hand grasped his cock firmly and she rose up off of him slightly, pointing his throbbing manhood at her hot entrance. Harold Mazakis became an adulterer.