Kristen
I fumed as I yanked on a bustier, adjusting the strings to pull my waist tight. I wasn’t exactly the skinniest girl, but I wanted to show off my curves, make myself irresistible. As I struggled into a matching tube skirt, Amy looked at me doubtfully.
“Seriously, Kris, what were you expecting? You were a hot fuck in a club, nothing more. You can’t exactly expect anything,” she reasoned.
I was silent, checking my make-up in the mirror. The bartender had walked off, leaving me without a second glance. But things weren’t that easy … or so I told myself.
“I want to interview him,” I said airily. “I’m doing a piece of bars and clubs in the city, an expose of sorts, and I just want to talk,” I said.
Amy spluttered. “Oh please, Kris. You want to give that hot bartender an earful for walking off on you, plus you want to ride that dick again, admit it.”
And I paused, unable to hide a small smile. Yeah, if he fucked me again, I wouldn’t object. After all, Darren wasn’t doing the job, and if I got some good orgasms in, maybe I could concentrate better, do better in school, launch my career, who knows.
“Don’t worry about me, I’m a reporter,” I said. “I’ll be fine.”
“Oh I’m not worried about you,” said Amy pointedly. “It’s him I feel for.”
As I sashayed into the club, I saw him immediately, standing against the wall surveying the scene. Odd, I didn’t know bartenders moonlighted as management because tonight he was definitely part of the executive staff, dressed to kill in a suit, the perfectly cut fabric hugging his muscular frame. My mouth started to water just looking at his patrician profile, the strong chin, those gleaming blue eyes penetrating and sharp.
And I wanted him, there was no doubt. My cunny started dripping again, my panties moistening, and I craved another ride on his member, pressing myself against that muscular hard body. I sauntered over.
“Hey stranger, remember me?” I said with a cheeky smile.
His eyes swept me from head to toe, appreciating my lush curves, but he didn’t confirm or deny. “You look great,” he growled.
“Thanks,” I smiled. “Meet me in the back?”
His eyebrows flew up but he nodded. “Sure, just give me fifteen.”
Fifteen minutes, just like last night. I found our little hidey hole again, this time pulling off my clothes in anticipation. Last night, I’d been fully clothed and he’d ripped my panties off for access to my pussy. This time, I wanted to be prepared, and left only my high heels on, my body bare for his gaze.
And it worked. When he stepped in, he came to an immediate halt, his eyes glued to my form, taking in my Double D breasts, my ample hips and my pretty pink cunny. Tantalizingly, I reached between my legs and spread my lips, baring that hot pink channel to his gaze.
“Like what you see, big guy?” I cooed.
He was on me in a flash, his dick out, his glans probing hotly at my hole. With a shriek of pleasure, I gave myself up to him again. His member rubbed against my clit and then fucked my little vagina, pushing me up in the air with its massive length, forcing me onto my tippy toes as I struggled to accommodate his girth.
“Oh fuuuuck!” I cried, voicing my pleasure, my juices squirting everywhere, lubing his shaft.
His only reply was a grunt as he positioned me to take more, angling his hips, thrusting so that he could get inside. And just like last night, with a bit of writhing and gyrating, he was balls-deep again, his pubes pressed up against my pelvic bone.
He began fucking me without abandon, trashing my little cunt, using me like a fuckdoll. And despite my resolution to talk, to make him hear me out, I completely forgot what I was there for, and let him take me, my pussy hot and tight, swallowing his member, stretching and pulling against that hot shaft.
He let out a guttural cry and with a loud “FUCK!” came in my body, again spurting that sweet, hot cream all over my insides. As the deposits landed, my snatch started shivering, the orgasm building in my spine before rolling through my cunt, my pussy muscles clenching down on him as he ejaculated, pulling that sweet man milk into my depths.
With a sigh, I let my head drop against his shoulder, like a flower too heavy for its stem. I was panting, breathing heavily as he pulled out, his dick covered in my juices, sperm smeared all over his pole. I caught my breath to speak but he sealed my mouth with a deep kiss.
“Later, little one,” he growled, tucking himself back into his pants. And as I gaped, naked with his sperm spilling from my pussy, he left me, striding back out into the club.