“Bar Blow” (bondage, cum drinking, soft femdom)

It was a weekday. The kitchen had been closed for over an hour but my tab remained open. I was watching you clean. We’d been flirting for weeks. After our little jokes and secret glances, the interest was there. But, leaving my number on a napkin just wasn’t my style. Everyone had gone and the cleaning was nearly finished. I could still feel the heat from the ovens emanating from the kitchens. The bar smelled like cleaner and simple syrup. As I swished around the last of my warm beer you turned to me. 

“Are you ready to close out?” You asked.

I straightened in my chair and continued to swish. 

“Sure. I’ve been waiting though.” I responded, smirking.  

“Waiting for what?” You asked.

I turned to face you but kept my eyes low. Slowly I traced up your body, pausing at your midsection. 

“For you to let me give you more than 20%.”

I let my eyes continue to wander up and stopped on yours. You’d been returning glances all night and now you looked hopeful, patient. 

“How much more?” You asked.

I let us both sit in the silence while I stepped off the stool and sauntered to where the counter split. I held your gaze. You looked so hopeful and I wanted to make you wait in uncertainty just a little longer. 

Eventually I asked, “Will you remove your belt?”

Your eyes widened. Your lips parted. You looked down. 

“Yes.” You nodded.

You began to fumble with your buckle.

“May I tie your wrists with it?” I asked. 

You paused, only a moment. 

“Yes.” You nodded, again.

You were still trying to tug your belt off. 

“Please unzip your pants and unbutton your shirt as well.” I requested, testing your obedience. 

“Yes, ma’am.” You replied. 

I watched as you followed orders. You unzipped your pants then slowly unbuttoned your shirt. Underneath was a white t-shirt. You looked at me more confidently as you removed your button-up. Overshirt and belt in hand, you stood there in a white T with unzipped jeans barely clinging to your hips.

“Thank you. Good boy.” I said. 

I stepped forward. I took your belt and swung it over my shoulders. I took your shirt and stepped even closer. I leaned my head into your neck and dragged my lips softly up from the middle of your throat to your earlobe. I spoke low and began to lean my hips into you. 

“Put your hands behind your back.” I commanded. 

You followed my instructions and I wrapped the shirt around your wrists. With them loosely tied I let your arms fall and I began to slide down your pants. You were already tight in your boxer briefs but I only traced your thighs with my fingertips and kissed your happy trail. After pulling your pants down to your ankles, I stood up. I pushed my hips against yours and reached around your waist. Looking you in the eyes I took your bound wrists and pushed them to your back, pinning you against me. Then I kicked your foot to the side spreading your ankles as tight as your jeans would allow. I removed the belt from my shoulders and tightly fastened it around the shirt on your wrists. I took the front of the t-shirt you were wearing and lifted it up over your head exposing your chest. I looped my arms around your waist and leaned back looking at your face. 

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.

Your cock throbbed against me. 

“No. Please keep going.” You responded. 

“What if I left you like this?” I teased.

I pushed against you harder and pulled on the belt binding your wrists. You groaned low and your cock felt like a force against my pelvis. Your eyes begged me so I wrapped my hand up the back of your neck and pulled you to me. I kissed you until you were moaning. I sucked your tongue then pulled away from your face and body all at once. Your underwear was wet with pre-cum and you were panting. 

“What if I left you like this?” I said, again. 

“Please don’t stop.” You moaned.

I smirked. I moved closer again to you. Without touching your yearning cock I lowered myself. I slid my legs down the inside of yours while I traced my hands down your sides. I kissed down your neck, chest, and stomach. I stopped on my knees with my legs pinning your pants down and trapping your legs. I kept my hands on your hips. I looked you in the eye and waited.

You continued to moan the words breathlessly. “Please don’t stop.” 

I pulled your underwear down just below your ass. I cupped your cheeks and traced your thighs. Your freed cock faced me waiting impatiently. It throbbed as I continued to trace your skin with my hands and kiss your pelvis. 

“I’m so hard, please.” You begged me.

Finally I brought my lips to the base of your shaft and wrapped them around. I pressed my saliva filled tongue to you and dragged my mouth up slowly. When I reached your head I lifted off my lips and just teased your tip with my tongue. Then I brought my mouth back down and dragged saliva down the other side. You were dripping. I watched you pant with your eyes glued to me.

“What if I left you like this?” I asked, laughing at your desperation.

A whine escaped your lips. “Fuck. Please don’t stop.” 

I laughed at you and squeezed your ass. Then I pressed my lips to your head. Slowly, I let my mouth all the way down. I slid your head and shaft across my tongue as I let you fill up my mouth. I was so wet. I had been waiting hours for this. I couldn’t help but moan with you as I dragged my mouth up and down your shaft sucking and licking. I put your head between my lips and swished them around while I spun my tongue around it like it was a big clit to suck on. I brought a hand off your ass and stroked your shaft while I sucked. I occasionally cupped your balls up close to your body and lightly teased the outside of your anus. Your thighs were shaking and your arms were starting to push against their restraint. I looked up into your eyes begging me to finish you off. Behind me was a set of shooters, without breaking eye contact I reached for one. 

Of course, I would never leave you like this. “Cum for me now.” I commanded.

“Yes, ma’am.” You moaned.

I let you fill my mouth again. With firm pressure I sucked your length, keeping my tongue pressed to your tip and following with my hand. Your balls tightened and your eyes started to roll back. I continued to stroke as I lifted the glass and held it just between my lips and your tip. Moaning you shook and came into the glass. I cleaned your tip off with my tongue and teased your aching member a little before standing up. Your bound arms and your dick hung helplessly.

“Will you drink it?” I asked.

“Yes, ma’am.” You responded.

I lifted the shooter to your lips and braced the back of your head with my hand as you leaned back and gulped down your own semen. I kissed you while I set down the glass and put you back into your underwear. Then I pushed your legs back together and pulled up your pants. I removed the belt and the shirt from your wrists and draped them around your shoulders. I kissed you again, pulling you into me. Then I slipped my debit card from my own back pocket to yours.

I left you with one last command.

“Close my tab now.”

Walking away, I was certain I’d pick up my card during your next shift.

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