Bar maid [str8]

My eyes settled over you, sitting there watching everything, seeing nothing. The low light of the club flicked through the hairs of your beard, the long slow curls dancing with every angle explored. I sat there watching your strong hands grasping the glass in front of you, the slow motions of your arms as your mouth recklessly drank from the edge the dark, sweet liquor disappearing into the abyss. My mouth was dry and yet I felt moist, alive. The room was warm, the slow melodic singing seeping through my daydream, bringing me back to reality.

 

Service was slow, tips even slower. The crowd a harmonized buzz, the only waver in my glace was when my eyes would rest on you. Why were you here? A steady drink can be enjoyed at home, where the light is your own. I pushed you to the back of my mind your strong hands, your dark eyes and strong nose. I was done for the night my shift came to a close and I began on my way home.

 

You caught me on my way out, a simple question of what I would like to drink. That’s how it began. That’s how we ended up here. Between my familiar sheets stained with your unfamiliar yet intoxicating smell.  

 

At first its slow your playing with the hem of my dress as we dance with a staggering step, slowly your hands drift up feeling my bare thigh. I sway to the slow music; you sway with me with your hands drifting over me, all of me. My body is warm all over, but you fall away from me. I watch you sink into the chair in the corner of the room, encased in shadow. I know what you want you want a show. I begin to dance, slow, rhythmic while my hand follows the trails yours left behind moments before.

 

I start at the hem, my fingers curl under it and my arms begin to rise letting the fabric caress my body as it leaves it. You’re sitting your hand partly over your mouth, watching me, seeing me. My lace covered body follows as I come closer. My hand guides your hand away from your mouth to mine, my tongue slowly runs from the base over the tip as I pull back my teeth gently scrap you, I watch you, you watch me, your other hand lazily runs up my calf, my thigh I stop you at my hip. My hands lead them over your hair against the chair as my thighs come to rest either side of yours. My wet warmth, inches away from your growing cock. You can feel the heat radiate over you, my lace covered breasts rubbing against your shirt. My lips come close to yours and merely touch them. I begin to kiss you beneath the collar, slowly unbuttoning you, I kiss the exposed skin slowly to the last button. I stand and begin to dance again, I turn away from you, swaying against the music and moistness in the room. You don’t wait in the shadows, you follow my steps and your hands find their place amongst the skin and lace tracing lines following paths. You grab pull me into you, onto you, your cock against me, straining to get in me. I coyly smile as I turn, my finger lightly running over the seams of your pants, up, across and down as I come back over the seam my hands flattens and stops to run over your nice bulge. I look up at you, the look of distance is gone, you’re here you’re hungry and you’re going to eat. My little show comes to an end as your fingers find my wetness, and begin to bury themselves amongst it, pushing me until my backs against the wall.

 

Your hands are everywhere, in every fold every crease. A ripping sound tells me my panties were in the way and as I feel your finger go deeper, my breath shorted and my hands find something to stead myself with I know they were in the way. Your mouth is even more unpredictable than your hands; they found their spot on furiously fucking me then other kneading my breasts beneath its black lace cover. Your mouth follows no rules neck, my lips, my earlobes but it comes to rest when you free my breasts. With one roughly between your strong fingers the other assaulted by a mouth desperate to leave bruises. Your mouth covers my nipple, your teeth in case it and you biting drives my to grip your hair tighter, my pussy becomes wetter and my throat lets a whimper escape.

As you become rougher, hand wrapping around my throat, the air begins to escape my body begins to shake my toes curl, my knees shake and give in you don’t catch me, you let me fall. I begin breathing again, as I look up to see you, I see why you let me fall to my knees. Pre cum dripping from the tip, my tongue runs the underside following the line that has escaped, up the vein slowly reaching the tip. I spend a few second savouring the taste, flicking my tongue over, and running it around and under the large pink head. I pull your skin back, I moan as I let my mouth take control. Slowly working the width and length deeper and deeper. My tongue explores the way up and the way down. My hands find their spot one grips around your cock, the other it begins to play slowly with your balls. As my mouth goes deeper the hand that is paired with it slowly finds its way to your asshole. Wet with my spit, my finger begins to circle the rim, your moans get deeper, your hands grab the back of my hair, you begin to use me, my mouth becomes yours. You get rougher, deeper I begin to gag but you don’t stop you continue as my hand continue to play with you. Your moans get deeper and deeper as your cock goes further down my throat filling me. You look down at me, watching me take you all the way in, we watch each other as your legs begin to shake, your cock get a little harder, your balls contract and your cums spews into my mouth but never escapes. My lips lock on and I try to pull you in further, feeling the cum in my mouth and slowly sliding down to my throat. You pull me away, but I light lick you clean as I swallow the remaining cum. Licking your shaft and finishing with the head. You pull me to my feet as your hands push against my chest feeling the hard nipples between your rough fingertips you kiss me, you taste me

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