I didn’t go to many bars, but this was a special one. It was sat at the edge of the city, which mean walking a long way, but it was worth it. Because one of the bartenders was hot as fuck.
Okay, I know what you’re thinking. “This guy’s just another asshole who hits on the bartender.” Well, jokes on you, reddit user. I’m not a guy. I am five foot four and 120lbs of all-American woman. And, for the record, she was the one hitting on me.
The first time I went, I was struck by her eyes. How bright and clear they were, a deep blue that pierced my soul, offset by her rusty auburn hair. She was tall, which I’m into, and powerful, which I’m definitely into. I like my women like I like my coffee: able to hurt me if I’m not careful.
I didn’t even know her name, but at least three times a week I made the lengthy commute to the bar at the edge of town, hoping I would see her. I even started making a note of her shifts, so I wouldn’t waste a journey. Looking at her filled me with a deep yearning, a desire to be dominated and used. I don’t believe in love at first sight, but I sure as hell do believe in lust at first sight.
The first time I saw her, I was there with some friends. They were all scouting guys to take home, but I was entranced by her presence. She winked at me when she gave me my drink, and the few times we spoke across the night I detected a flirty tone in her voice.
One night, as I ordered my drink from her, she paused before giving it to me. “Do you wanna hang out after my shift?” she asked, her voice deep and husky. “I live a five minute walk away, and I get off in just over an hour.”
“Sure,” I said, my pussy tingling as her eyes locked with mine.
“Unless you’re busy or whatever.”
“No, I’m not busy,” I said, thinking about the due assignments I had for the next few days.
She extended a tattooed hand. “I’m Jessica.”
“Emily,” I said, feeling her strong grip.
“I see you in here lot, Emily. You’re always alone, which makes me think you’re looking for a guy, but then you brush them all off. Some real snacks, too. What’s the deal?”
I smiled, and shook my head. “Waiting for the right one, I guess.”
Jessica smirked and winked. “Aren’t we all, babe?” My nipples started to harden.
I spent the hour repelling advances from guys, including a few who were genuinely quite hot, and followed Jessica out of the bar. I walked behind for a bit, watching her curvaceous hips swing as she walked, wondering what her ass looked like beneath her jeans.
Her apartment was not far at all. I felt like it had been only seconds ago I was learning her name, and now I was in her living room, sitting on her couch. “Smoke?” she asked, holding up a bong.
“No, thanks. I don’t…”
“That’s cool,” said Jessica, putting it down. “Drink? I got whisky, or-“
“Whisky’s good.”
Jessica smiled. “Good girl,” she said, in a voice that gave me goosebumps. She poured us some drinks, and sat down across from me. “So, what is the deal?” she asked. “Why do you keep coming to the bar, there’s much better ones in the city.”
“Oh, just… the atmosphere, I guess.”
Jessica laughed. “Bullshit,” she said. “Come on, what it is it? Are you… a lesbian?”
“No,” I said, my cheeks turning red. “I’m bisexual.”
“Ah,” said Jessica, taking a sip. “Nice to meet a fellow bi in the wild.”
My heart leapt, and my pussy slickened at the thought of Jessica being intimate with women. “That’s cool,” I said, my heart beating hard in my chest.
“It is,” said Jessica. “Is it me?”
“What?”
“Are you coming to the bar for me? Because if you are, I don’t mind.” She leant forwards, until her face was close to mine. “I don’t mind at all.”
I moved forward and kissed her hard on the mouth, feeling her tongue dive towards mine as we fell onto the couch together. As we made out, I felt her body against mine, her warmth and passion. “Do you want to…?” she asked.
“Yes. Fuck yes,” I said, kissing her again.
“Great,” she said.
“Just… one thing,” I said.
“What?”
“I want you to be rough with me. Properly rough. Is that okay?”
Jessica smirked. “I can do rough. You have rules?”
“A few. First, no choking or breathplay shit. Second, no bodily fluids other than saliva, please.” Jessica laughed and kissed me again. “Finally, I have a safeword, it’s avocado.”
“Nice safeword,” said Jessica. “How rough?”
“Degrade me. Fuck me up.”
Jessica nodded. “You ready?”
My heart melted with how compassionate she was, and how safe I felt in her presence. “Yes,” I said softly.
“Good. You better get those fucking clothes off, you dirty little slut,” she said, spanking my ass hard. I supressed a moan, and nodded meekly, stripping as fast as I could. “That’s right,” she said. “Look at that cute little body. Fuck, I want it.” Her words sent shivers down my spine, made my nipples harden and my pussy wet.
I stood before her, naked. “You are a sexy little slut,” said Jessica. “I want you to eat me out. After all, what else are you good for?”
“Nothing, mistress,” I said, in a small voice.
“Mistress,” said Jessica, relishing the word. “I like that. Come and service your mistress.” She pulled off her jeans and panties, revealing her shaved, tattooed groin. I approached, got on my knees and put my mouth to her wet, warm pussy, licking and sucking at her labia and clitoris. It tasted wonderful, and feeling her convulse above me as I worked my magic was ecstasy. I worked her vagina expertly, knowing exactly the way I liked to be eaten. It didn’t take too long for her to start moaning louder and louder as the orgasm approached. I was soon rewarded with the taste of her juices flowing as she came above me.
“That was… satisfactory,” she said, breathless. “Strip me.”
I nodded, and started removing her jacket and shirt. Her breasts, when I unveiled them, were firm and large. I rubbed my hand over the nipple, and she slapped my hand away, leaving a red mark. The stinging sensation made me hornier than ever. “Sorry, mistress.”
“You have been bad, haven’t you?” she said. Her eyes running over my body only increased the feeling in my pussy, the longing to be touched. “I think I’ll have to punish you. Bend over.”
This is what I had been waiting for. I bent over, exposing my bare ass and pussy from behind. I heard her taking off her belt, and could hardly wait. The first hit came hard, stinging my ass cheeks, making my pussy quiver. I moaned softly, hoping she heard. “Have you learnt your lesson yet?” she asked, pulling my hair to yank my head up. I shook my head, and she tutted. “Very well. I think twenty will do to start with.”
Her belt left impact after impact on my soft, bare ass. Every hit was ecstasy through my body, until my ass was nearly numb with the feeling. I was close to orgasm, even without touching. She hit me after twenty, seeing how good it made me feel. “Are you close?” she whispered in my ear, and it sent me over the edge. Hearing her voice, her breath on my ear, brought the orgasm rushing over my body. Instead of answering, I cried out in pleasure, and let the bliss of release wash over me from head to toe, shaking and quivering with the sensation. When it was done, I lay forwards on the couch, lost in post-orgasm bliss.
“Now,” said Jessica. “My turn.”
“Avocado,” I said. “Just a second. I need to recover.”
Jessica’s expression changed instantly, to one of warmth and concern. “You okay?” she asked.
“Yeah, that was great. I just need a second.”
“Let me know when you’re ready again.”
I nodded, taking deep breaths. Her response made me hornier; there was nothing sexier than respecting boundaries. “Okay,” I said. “Let’s go.”
“As I was saying, it’s my turn now,” said Jessica, getting back into character. She flipped me over bodily, and kissed me hard, forcing her tongue into my mouth. Feeling helpless was enough to get me go again. She pushed herself against me, forcing her weight on top of me. She moved forwards, so that her pussy was up against mine. She rubbed against my leg, leaving her wetness on my skin as she used me as a pleasure toy. Her tits were in my face, swaying beautifully. “Don’t just lie there,” she said, her breath catching with pleasure. “Suck them.”
“Yes, mistress,” I said. I leant forward and took her nipple in my mouth, sucking gently on it. Still she fucked my leg, humping harder and faster. I felt like a ragdoll, no more than a toy, and it was amazing. She came quickly, and the feeling of her vagina contracting as she came was enough to bring me to orgasm again. We came in unison, our moans mingling and bouncing off the walls. When it was done, she reached down to kiss me again, softer this time.
“Avocado,” I said. “I think I’m done.”
“Me too,” she said, rolling off me. “That was awesome.”
“Agreed,” I said.
“I’m not usually into that stuff,” said Jessica. “But that was pretty cool.”
“You were great,” I said. “You did exactly what I wanted you too.”
Jessica smiled, and sat back on her couch. “That was good,” she said, “but I think I prefer vanilla stuff.”
“Like what?”
“Like when two people are super into each other, and the sex is more like… like a dance, almost.”
I nodded, and realised that maybe I wasn’t done after all. “Show me,” I said.
She raised an eyebrow. “Well, it’s a two person dance. More communication, and moving in sync with another person.”
“Show me,” I said again, parting my legs to reveal my wet, pink pussy. She smiled, and moved over. This time she kissed me softly, I responded harder, and she replied in kind. She slipped a hand down to my pussy, stimulating all the right areas. She inserted a finger, found the g-spot expertly, and brought a fresh wave of pleasure to me. She kissed me again as she did, moving with more tenderness and softness as she did. Another hand groped my breast, tweaking the nipple gently, and then less gently as I moaned with pleasure. I bucked against her hand, feeling the orgasm arrive, and riding the waves of pleasure as they came, coming to another state of post-orgasm bliss.
“See?” she said. “That’s more my kind of speed.”
“I like it,” I said, leaning up to kiss her. “I like it a lot.”
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