by Alexis Angel
“Good evening,” I greet them politely, and they turn to me. That’s when I see her, and I mean, really see her. Silky blonde hair, heartbreaking smile, and a figure worth dying for… Jesus Christ.
“Good evening,” they say at the same time, but I’m so dazed by the blonde woman that I barely hear their words. To be honest with you, I barely notice the other woman; she has a ring on her finger, and married women really aren’t my thing.
I fucking want her. Oh, I want her bad, I think to myself, my brain already fast at work, trying to line up the next words that’ll come out of my mouth. You only have one shot at making a good first impression, after all.
And I want to do such fucking nasty things to her.
“Giacomo Grinaldi, a classy Barolo for two classy ladies,” I tell them, showing them the bottle and allowing them to scan the label. “What do you say?”
“You seem like you know your stuff,” the blonde girl tells me, and her voice feels like a shot of adrenaline. Even though I should be acting like a professional right now, I can’t help but imagine how that voice would sound when moaning out my name.
“He sure does,” her friend agrees, and her tone of voice leaves no room for doubt: I made a good first impression.
“Emily,” the blonde one introduces herself, offering me her hand. I take it in mine, a shiver going down my spine as I feel the tenderness of her small fingers. The air around us seems to grow electric, and it feels as if my heart has stopped beating inside my chest. “And this is Lana,” she says, waving at her friend.
“Nice meeting you, ladies. I hope you enjoy your wine,” I say, pouring each of them a glass and leaving the bottle on the table. Snapping my heels together, I’m almost ready to march back to the counter when Lana stops me.
“You didn’t tell us your name,” she says with a chuckle, and I turn around so that I’m facing the table again.
“The name’s Kirk, and I’m at your service,” I say, introducing myself with an exaggerated bow. That gets a laugh out of them. I should be walking back to the counter already, but I simply can’t get my feet to start moving.
“At our service… I like that,” Emily laughs, and her crystal clear voice stirs something inside me again. I feel my cock twitching inside my pants as I look at her, the way her breasts push against the fabric of her dress drawing my gaze in… Oh, fuck, how the hell am I supposed to get any work done with a woman like this around?
“Does that mean you’ll do anything we want?” Lana asks me, a devilish smile on her lips. She’s flirting with me, and she’s doing it on behalf of her single friend.
“Anything you want,” I grin, locking my eyes with Emily’s. “I’m your humble bartender for the night,” I tell them, my instincts kicking in and preventing me from revealing that I’m the owner of the bar. My past dealings with golddiggers have taught me that keeping my guard up is always a wise move.
Without waiting for their reply, I give them one more exaggerated bow and then force myself to move. I walk back to the counter, Emily’s heart-melting smile imprinted on my mind.
I spend the next hour trying to focus on all other tables and, thankfully, there’s enough work to keep me busy. Still, I can’t help but glance at table four every once in awhile.
I gotta do something, I think to myself as I realize Emily and her friend are almost done with their bottle of wine; soon enough they’ll be ready to leave, and I can’t let Emily go without at least grabbing her phone number.
As if they can read my mind, Lana shoots one hand up in the air and waves at me. “Check, please!” she asks, and I march back to their table dutifully, carrying their bill on a silver tray.
“Already leaving?” I ask them, and Lana’s answer comes fast.
“I’m leaving… But I think Emily here still wants another glass of wine,” she tells me with a devilish chuckle, getting up to her feet and clutching her purse to her chest. Throwing one last smile at Emily, she then walks past me and out of the door.
“Well… your friend was in quite a hurry,” I tell Emily, fully knowing that the two of them spent the whole time talking about me. The way Lana bolted out of the bar, it really left no room for doubts; she’s trying to set me up with Emily… And, oh yeah, I’m perfectly fucking happy with it.
Fuck her phone number, we’re way past that already.
“She was…” Emily says with a polite smile, but then she lowers her voice into a whisper. I have to lean in to hear what she’s saying. “But I wouldn’t mind getting out of here as well…” she purrs, and my mind quickly translates her words for me; let’s go have sex.
“We have a very spacious bathroom in here,” I tell her, barely unable to contain my excitement.
“A bathroom? Please, I live right across the street,” she counters me, and there’s just one thing left for me to say.
“Lead the way.”
Emily
As we start to leave the bar I feel his hand tighten around my wrist as he tugs me to a stop before yelling something to the bartender. I’m a bit frustrated because I’m hungry for him, anxious to feel him inside of me. Just looking at him, I can tell he’s strong and hope he will lift me in the air or some freaky shit. He’s so sexy, I can’t stand the anticipation and feel myself creaming in my panties just watching his jaw tense as he yells over the bar.
“Come on!” I yell, pulling his arm, but he doesn’t even budge.
Pulling me close, he whispers in my ear, “You’ll be coming in a minute, so just calm the fuck down.”
Holy shit, that was sexy. I feel frozen in my stance, just waiting patiently for him now. I love a man in control, but I know he’s never experienced anything like me in the bedroom. I’m no ordinary lay, and he’s soon to find out I’m more than most can handle. He glances over at me, biting his bottom lip, as the bartender scrambles behind the counter. The lust in his eyes makes me press my thighs together as my pussy throbs for him.
“You look like you’re already ready for me,” he whispers in my ear, biting my earlobe as he finishes.
“I am,” I boldly assure him, and his hand drops between my legs, his fingers pressing right on my clit and I almost come on the spot.
“Two minutes, baby,” he whispers before kissing my neck with his tongue, and I lean into his warm touch, eager for more. He knows what to do with his mouth, and now I’m running out of patience.
Just when I’m about to protest, the bartender returns and hands Kirk a small manila folder. They exchange a handshake and Kirk growls in my ear, “It’s time for you to get fucked.”
It couldn’t come a minute too soon, and I almost run out of the bar, pushing my way through the crowd before making it outside. Kirk is trying to hold back his laugh, but I don’t care. It’s been far too long since I felt the touch of a man and I have no shame about craving him without so much as knowing his last name.
He’s sexy as fuck, and that’s enough for me. My pussy is drenched as we ride up the elevator, and I just can’t stand to wait a second longer. Lowering my hand to the bulge in his pants, I grip his package and, holy fuck, he’s packing.
“You like?” he smirks at my shock.
He has a lot to learn about me, and his first lesson is going to be I don’t back down from a challenge. Instead, I always up the ante, and that’s just what I plan to do. Unbuckling his pants, I look him in his eye as he tries to keep a straight face, but I know he’s shocked and wondering what the hell I’m about to do.
His cock is warm and soft, falling into my hands as he spreads his legs to keep his pants from falling. With my eyes still locked on his, I lower to my knees and finally the panic appears on his face as he looks up to the rising numbers as the floor ascends to my penthouse apartment.
“What are you doing?” he smirks, and we both know I’ve outdone his little arrogant move.
“I’m about to make you come in my mouth,” I say boldly as I settle onto my knees, taking his cock down my throat before he can begin to speak his objection.
>
“Fuck!” he bites through his teeth as I slide him to the back of my throat, swirling my tongue around his shaft as I slide his heavy man meat out of my mouth.
He groans loudly when I take him to the back of my throat again, and then his hand falls to my hair, gently moving the stray hairs from my face. He’s looking down at me, and I’m staring back up, my mouth as wide as possible.
“I’m about to fuck your mouth, baby,” he warns me, raising his eyebrows in anticipation of my response.
“Mmm,” I manage, with a mouth full of hard cock.
His hand instantly grips my hair as his hips thrust forward, fast and hard. Pumping me like we’re fucking, the tip of his cock slams into the back of my throat over and over, my eyes filling with tears as I struggle to breath with the obstruction.
“Oh fuck!” he groans, and it’s all worth it.
He’s freaky, I like that. And now it’s a competition, who can outdo the other. I’m determined not to lose, and taking his thrusts down my throat is only the first step. His second hand drops to my head so he can grip me tightly, his hips surging forward rapidly. There’s nowhere for me to go, I’m forced to take his jabs, and my eyes close as the tears build.
“Look at me, baby. Let me see your eyes,” he grunts and I do as he says.
“Open your mouth. Stick your tongue out,” he instructs. I can see his abdomen flexing through his t-shirt and know this is putting him on edge, ready to explode at any second. His cock twitches, just slightly and I taste a salty cream as a small squirt of pre-cum hits the back of my throat. Instinctually, my tongue races to taste his spunk, and he moans.
“Open up for me, baby… Let me fuck you,” he growls, his eyes watching the elevator lights flashing at each floor.
My mind is racing with all the ways I want to make him come. I want it all over me, and I begin humming trying to push him to climax. He growls as my sounds hit the tip of his cock, feeling like a vibration on the most sensitive spot on his body.
“Oh, fuck! You’re gonna make me come,” he groans, his body leaning over as his pleasure threatens to overflow.
Just then the elevator buzzes, and I know it’s too soon to be at my floor, so I look up to see we’re ten floors shy of my level. Fuck! Someone else is getting on the elevator. This almost never happens, but there’s no reason to focus on that now, I’m seconds from being walked in on getting my throat fucked.
Jumping to my feet, I turn so that my back is pressed tightly against Kirk’s chest, blocking his exposed cock. With his arms wrapped tightly around me, he buries his face in my neck as the doors open. Two girls are in mid conversation when they look in and the words die on their tongues. I don’t think they can tell Kirk’s cock is out, but they know something is up.
Entering the elevator, Kirk chuckles in my ear and I grit my teeth to hold my laugh back as the elevator ascends. The ride is awkwardly silent, outside of Kirk’s low laugh. The girls stand directly in front of us and when we arrive, just three floors higher, they walk out without saying a word.
As soon as the elevator doors close, Kirk and I both erupt in laughter while the elevator rises further until dinging and opening to the top level.
“This is me,” I whisper on his lips before leading him out of the elevator car, but he tugs my arm as soon as we are on my floor, pulling me tightly against his body. His lips find mine in a second and my tongue slides inside his, letting him taste his own cum on my tongue. He grips the nape of my neck, tilting my head to best accommodate his dominating kiss.
My leg climbs up his body, and he grips the back of my thigh, walking me backwards until my back hits the wall of the hallway, his boxers now pulled up, but I can still feel his erection as he presses against my pelvis.
“I’ll fuck you right here,” he whispers, pulling away from our passionate kiss.
“Yeah?” I ask before licking my lips.
“Yeah. You’ll be screaming so loud your neighbors will know my name,” he smirks.
My neighbors are dickheads, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want him to fuck me right there. There’s something weird about the way I feel for him, craving what I’ve not even had. Just seeing and tasting him makes me want him all over me.
He’s so sexy and strong, I know he can lift me like a feather, and I want to see him do it. Just imagining all the ways and places I can fuck him makes me cream.
“Can we please go in my apartment so you can fuck my brains out?” I ask politely and a grin spreads across his face.
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” he gently places my leg on the ground and I lead him to my front door, fumbling with the key due to my anticipation.
The second we’re on the other side of the door I jump on him, and as I expected, he lifts me with ease, our mouths colliding as our tongues dance together in a lustful harmony. My arms fall to my sides as I pull my dress over my head and throw it on the ground.
“Down the hall,” I moan breathlessly, eager to get to my bedroom.
Kirk seems just as excited, because he walks briskly, throwing me onto the bed as he undresses quickly, throwing his clothing aside as he strips naked. His body is even sexier than I anticipated. He looks like he works out daily, his abs like a washboard, and his pectorals so plump I want to run my tongue across the soft skin.
“Take those fucking panties off,” he growls and I scramble to take them off before unclasping my bra, releasing my large breasts. Catching one in each hand, I watch his cock grow before my eyes as he looks over my body with hungry eyes.
“See something you like?” I raise up on my knees, poking my ass out as I push my breasts further into my grasp.
“You’re sexy as fuck,” he sighs and I lower my hand between my legs, sliding my index finger into my drenched pussy. I am soaking wet after all of this build up. I could bring myself to climax easily, but I want to come around that thick cock so I can clench down when my pleasure pours out of me.
“Would you fuck me already?” I whine, shamelessly begging.
Without words, Kirk walks over, and his mouth drops between my legs before I can get a word out. Wasting no time, he kisses my opening like he did my mouth, aggressively and dominating. My sex pulses around his tongue and I feel the first vibrations of my orgasm building in my chest. My chest is rising and falling rapidly, my moans loud and needy.
“Right there! Yes!” I cry when he touches my g-spot with his tongue as he curls that long slither of wetness toward my front vaginal wall.
Knowing he’s found my spot, he slides two fingers inside of me and gently caresses my hot spot, over and over, while his tongue works to split my pussy lips, exposing my engorged clitoris. Taking me into his mouth, I feel myself fall over the edge as he sucks me into an explosion, his mouth growing gentler as the vibrations rack through my body.
“Mmm … you’re sweeter than I imagined,” he licks his lips, tasting my arousal. It’s so fucking sexy, my body clenches, wanting to come again.
Climbing up my body, he slams into me without so much as a warning and I scream in delight. He’s so long and thick, spreading me to my max deliciously. My slippery sex welcomes him as my legs wrap around his waist, my ankles crossing on the small of his back.
“Fuck! You feel amazing,” he growls as his body lifts and lowers into me, first slowly. Too slowly. His cock is too big to move slowly, my body is craving a pounding from him and he knows it. After an orgasm like that, I need to feel him hard and fast.
“Fuck me, baby!” I yell and his body responds instantly, his pace increasing as he collides with me roughly, just how I want.
He feels amazing, and my body begins building again. My second orgasm is imminent, and I’m ready for it. With my hands raised above my head, I press against the headboard to push into him, meeting him at every thrust. Our bodies are rocking together perfectly, the chemistry is through the roof.
“You’re ready to come again, baby,” he growls, his mouth lowering to my neck as he sucks my skin gently.
His cock slides in easier as my cream coats his cock. His groans push me onward, I absolutely love that I’m turning him on as much as he’s getting me off. I can’t wait to taste his nut, but before he’ll give it to me, he slides out of me, and flips me over with the flip of his wrist on my hip.
Climbing to my knees, I rest on all fours as I wait for him to enter me from behind. With his hands on my hips, he pulls my pussy onto his cock, slamming into me as I scream in delight. He feels even better from this angle, his rod deep in my belly. My head falls to the bed as I arch my back and push my ass backward in sync with his rhythm. Our bodies are sheen with a coat of sweat, making us slide against each other smoothly as he fucks me hard and fast from behind, stretching my tight pussy even further.
“Tell me what you want,” he growls, his hand rising in the air before falling harshly on my ass check. My body bucks like an animal, as he grips my hips to hold on for the ride.
“Yes! Yes! Again!” I cry and he slaps my other cheek even harder. The pain and pleasure work hand in hand and I feel myself readying for another orgasm.
“You like that freaky shit,” he grunts, his hips surging faster and deeper into my velvety insides.
My body is building too fast, and the vibrations are too strong. I’m afraid of what’s about to happen, as this climax threatens to tear me in two it’s so powerful. My body rages onward, throwing my ass back to Kirk as his aggression surges.
“Stop fighting and give it to me, Emily!” he yells.
On cue, my orgasm rushes out of me, my body going limp, but Kirk doesn’t seem to care. He pumps me full of cock until my pussy stops squeezing him, and my climax fades away. Sliding out of me, I feel his hand at my sex in a cup like motion. Dragging his hand up my ass crack, he coats my third hole in my own juices before sliding his cock into my tight ass.