WineBar: The Complete Story

by Alexis Angel

  But just as I’m about to cum against his tongue, I hear it. So does he.

  Voices. Right outside the door.

  “No fucking way,” a female voice intones. “You’re making it up.”

  “I’m not!” a male voice insists. “You can’t make shit like this up, Belle.”

  “Okay. Okaaaaaay. But…really? With a cucumber? Blake, you’re shitting me.”

  “Right there in his office,” Blake confirms. “Swear to god.”

  I feel Kirk snicker against my thigh, pressing his lips against the sensitive skin there to stifle his own laughter.

  Then, to my disbelief, I’m forced to shoot him a look of betrayal as he gets back to work.

  “You’re going to have to walk me through this, hun,” Belle says from outside.

  Between my legs, Kirk sucks my throbbing clit into his mouth and traps it there between his teeth.

  “Gladly. So it’s her first day of work. New secretary, right? And she’s wearing the tightest, shortest little skirt you wouldn’t believe…”

  Kirk lashes out at my swollen clit with his tongue, and I gasp. Loud.

  Did they hear me? Oh god, they had to have heard…

  “And of course, Mr. Warren calls her into his office, the old perv.”

  “Hey, some girls like older men. I heard Beth from sales call Warren a silver fox the other day—but yeah, you’re right. He totally calls her in.”

  With anyone else, I wouldn’t have minded. Hell, I love having smug, noisy sex where other people can know how good I’m getting it. But this is Kirk, for fuck’s sake.

  At Kirk’s own barbeque. In Kirk’s own house, full of his family and friends. In a fucking bathroom like a couple of horny teenagers.

  He licks my clit again, and I moan deeply. Even louder. I don’t mean to, but god, Kirk really knows what he’s doing, and my pussy loves it.

  It feels so fucking good!

  “So he gets her into his office and he—what? Drops a pen or something?”

  “Even better. Knocks over a jar of paper clips. So this poor secretary is left crawling around on her hands and knees in her short little skirt, picking them all up one by one…”

  Kirk growls softly against my pussy lips, and I shiver with pleasure. He’s so fucking sexy when he’s like this—growling and licking me like an animal.

  Even worse, he knows I’m always a slut for a good story. And this one? It’s actually fucking turning me on even more.

  “And then naturally, Warren feels the need to help her out.”

  “Yeah, by casually pointing out that it might be easier to do her job for the day if she’s not wearing such slutty underwear.”

  “Lace?”

  “No, even better. A bright-red thong.”

  “And she actually takes it off for him?”

  “Must be some kind of people pleaser, right? She slips it off beneath her skirt and hands it to him, just like that.”

  Kirk’s tongue is working magic. No, better than magic. Magic mixed with birthday cake mixed with absolute sin.

  I don’t know if it’s the story, or the threat of getting caught, or if Kirk is just that good at going down, but whatever it is, I’m whimpering.

  So far, I’ve mostly stayed quiet. But Kirk is driving me directly to O-Town, and he’s going way over the speed limit.

  My pussy is throbbing in time with every lick, and my head is so full of sex imagery that I’m about to explode.

  “And she just crawls around the office like that. Pantyless. In a short little skirt.”

  “I couldn’t believe it either. Without her panties on, you could see everything too. So pretty soon, Warren tells her that he can see her getting wet. Wants to know why that might be.”

  My chest is heaving, and my knees are shaking. Kirk’s fingers dig into the meat of my ass cheeks, and his mouth shows me no mercy.

  I’m going to cum. Literally, at any second, Kirk is going to give me one of the hardest orgasms of my life.

  And when he does, I’m going to scream.

  “So what does she tell him?”

  “She doesn’t know. So he tells her to come over to him, bend over, and spread herself for him, so he can—”

  My whole body spasms. My pussy erupts in pleasure. I’m orgasming against Kirk’s long, wet tongue, and my mouth opens up to—

  Oh my god, I’m actually going to scream. There are people right outside the door, and Kirk is literally going to make me scream.

  But either Kirk thinks faster than I’ve ever given him credit for, or he’s had a contingency plan for this all along. Just as the scream threatens to leave my throat, I feel him shove something between my parted lips and onto my tongue.

  He puts his hand over my mouth, just in case, and the scream is muffled by something... lacy.

  Oh my god.

  He’s gagged me with my own panties.

  As the orgasm subsides into afterglow, Kirk smirks up at me. When he gets to his feet, his hands are already on his belt, undoing the buckle.

  “Thought you might need that,” he whispers in my ear.

  Honestly, I needed it like a skinny girl needs a cheeseburger, but I can’t tell him that, since, y’know. I’m still effectively gagged.

  “God, Emily…here I am, alone with a beautiful woman, in a dark room with a locked door…”

  The belt clanks against his thigh, defeated. Now his hands are on his zipper. Even in the low light, I can see how hard he is.

  And he’s huge when he’s hard. Big enough that you start to understand why he’s so damn cocky all the time.

  “Where no one can hear you scream,” he practically purrs at me, and damn.

  Even when he’s being corny and ridiculous, I’m into it. He’s already given me one orgasm, and I’m already dying for another.

  There are still people outside the door. I can hear their voices. I know they’re there. But as Kirk works his cock out of his pants and strokes it in his fist, I can’t seem to understand what they’re saying.

  Fuck. He’s so sexy, he’s made me forget English.

  Kirk teases me with the head of his cock, running it up and down my soaked little slit like he thinks he’s going to torture me with it.

  But as desperate for another orgasm as I am, he still hasn’t had his first yet. I know it has to be so much worse for him. If he thinks he can tease me, two can play at that game.

  “You fucking want it, don’t you?” he growls.

  I buck my hips against his and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. He’s so big that to tease me with just the tip, he has to resign to keeping his distance.

  With a shift of my body, I rectify this. My legs wrap around his hips, locking him in.

  Now I can grind my clit against his shaft, coating him in my honey while the rest of his cock rubs against my smooth stomach beneath the skirt of my sundress.

  “God, Em,” he moans, low and quiet. “That’s so fucking good…”

  You fucking want it, don’t you? I want to ask him, but I’m still gagged…and I like that.

  Instead, I start to move my hips, nice and slow, so I’m jerking him off with my pussy lips, getting him nice and wet and worked up.

  “Fuck. Let’s get this dress off you. Before I get pre-cum on it.”

  He holds me close while he works the zipper down. In one fluid motion, he gets it off over my head. Now I’m sitting on his bathroom counter in just a bra, with my panties stuffed in my mouth and his cock between my legs.

  I realize how this must look: slutty, nasty, and sooooo fucking hot.

  But in my moment of vanity, Kirk manages to regain the upper hand. He grabs his cock, pulls back, and pushes it inside me so fast I don’t even have a chance to mourn the loss of opportunity to tease him a little longer.

  And once he’s inside me, teasing him is the last thing on my mind.

  Something clicks. The way our bodies work together is unreal. Separately, we’re two first-rate fucks.

  If t
here was such a thing as sexual SATs, we would both score perfect 800s.

  So what happens when a total vixen makes it with an absolute stud?

  Fireworks. Fucking fireworks.

  It’s not him fucking me. It’s not me fucking him. We’re moving together in perfect harmony for pleasure, hard and fast with a raw intensity that’s stronger than anything I’ve ever known.

  Every time his cock thrusts deeper into me, pangs of pleasure jolt through my body like lightning. Every time he withdraws, I whimper, pull him closer, and whine for more.

  When he’s not all the way inside me, as deep as my tight little hole can take him, my very soul feels empty. But when he’s giving it to me, edging deeper and deeper until I’m taking all twelve inches of his big, fat cock, it’s like suddenly, I’m whole again.

  Fuck whatever sense of independence I have when we both have our clothes on. Screw taking things slow.

  He’s inside me, and I’m wrapped around him. Right now, we’re hot and young, and we belong to each other.

  Whatever happens for the rest of the night—for right now—he’s mine, and I’m his. That’s all that matters.

  He yanks my bra straps down off my shoulders. His fingers wrestle with the clasp for a second, then it pops open, and my tits are free for the taking. I only let go of him for long enough to disentangle the bra from my arms.

  Once I’ve abandoned it, his shirt is the next thing to go. Now our bodies are together the way they need to be—no barriers, no walls, just skin against skin. His lips are on mine, and I never want to stop kissing him.

  When he does pull his mouth away, I remember the panties in my mouth. He hilts himself in me, and I have to bite down on the lace to keep from crying out in orgasm.

  Poor Kirk doesn’t even have the benefit of a gag.

  “Em,” he moans into my neck. “Fuck, Em. You’re so fucking tight. You’re so wet. God—”

  He pulls back as I pant, riding out wave after wave of pleasure, and he looks at me like he really does own me.

  “You’re beautiful,” he says in this hallowed tone. Like I’m holy.

  I like that. I like that a whole fucking lot.

  When he embraces me again, it’s to lift me up in his arms. Now the pace is his to set. He’s lifting me and lowering me on his fucking weapon of a cock, and I’m clenched around him, squeezing his man meat like my life depends on it.

  He spins us, and now my back’s against the wall—both literally and figuratively, because now I have no leverage and no control over my own orgasms.

  He has me pinned with the weight of his body, and all I can do is work my hips in little circles, desperately giving him all I’ve got. His cock slides against my G-spot over and over until I’m so wracked with pleasure that I’m dizzy from it.

  My back arches, thrusting my big, heavy tits outward. Before I know it, he’s taking my nipples into his mouth, first one, then the other. Left. Right. Left.

  My nipples are so hard for him and so sensitive from orgasm that when he sucks on them, I start to moan like a woman possessed. Not even my lace panties can stifle the sound of a woman being fucked so well by such a perfect man. At this point, if I’m being too loud, I don’t even care.

  Let them listen. Let them hear. Every person at the party outside could have their ears pressed against the door right now, and I couldn’t have fewer fucks to give.

  I’m giving all my fucks to Kirk. Every last one of them.

  “Where do you want my cum, Em?” Kirk growls against my breasts.

  Even just being asked that…it’s mind-shattering. He could cum in my ear right now and I’d be into it.

  But I’m gagged. He’s gagged me. I can’t answer, and he knows it.

  Even now, he has the energy to be an insufferable tease. Un-fucking-believable.

  “How about I come…here?” He’s settled into a rhythm now, and I know he must be close. “Should I cum in this sweet little cunt of yours, Em? Is that where you want it?”

  YES, I want to scream. I WANT YOUR CUM IN MY PUSSY, KIRK! I want it dripping out of me! Fill me up! Give it to me!

  But I can’t.

  “Or should I come in your tight little ass, Em? Is that where gorgeous little sluts like you like it?”

  YES, I want to scream. COME IN MY ASS, KIRK! I’m a dirty little whore for you, Daddy—I want it, I want it, I want it!

  “Or,” Kirk growls, panting. He’s close, so close I can feel it, I need it. “Should I pull out and blow my load all over you? All over your big, perky tits and your pretty little face so I can parade you around the party like that afterward. Is that what you want, babe? You want everyone to know what a whore you are for me?”

  I’m struggling to string thoughts together. I’m struggling to fucking see straight. Because right now, the answer to that—to any of it—is a big, resounding YES! YES! YES!

  Where do I want Kirk’s cum?

  Everywhere.

  We go wild. He’s biting my neck, and my fingernails are digging into his back. Our bodies are trapped against each other’s, thrusting and moaning and moving together with a unified need.

  The orgasm hits me first. They’ve been piling up, building on each other, every one of them stronger and more intense than the last until my soaked pussy is practically milking him of his cum, and he can’t control it any longer.

  “Oh god,” he breathes against me.

  Then I feel it. Not just the hot, sticky ropes of cum that he covers my insides with, but the way his cock pumps it into me too. I’m in Kirk’s arms, being filled up with his cum while god only knows how many people are outside listening.

  It’s fucking awesome. I feel fantastic, and Kirk’s body feels amazing against mine. I guess I just hope they enjoyed our little show.

  “Wow,” I say when Kirk finally plucks my panties out of my mouth. “That was…pretty okay.”

  I smile up at him. Talk about understatement of the year. It was a lot more than just pretty okay, and we both know it.

  He’s still inside me, and now that we’re not thrusting and grinding, I can feel my pussy still clenching around him every so often, squeezing out every last drop of his cum.

  Kirk doesn’t seem to be quite as amused.

  “Just okay, huh?” he asks, punctuating the question with a thrust.

  I go sex-blind for a second as an unexpected burst of pleasure courses through my nervous system.

  “I thought you were a modest guy, Kirk,” I say, blinking dreamily as I stare up at his disgustingly handsome face.

  “Modesty has no place in the bedroom, Em.”

  “Good thing we’re in the bathroom then, huh?”

  A dark look passes over Kirk’s face, and that’s when it hits me.

  Oh god.

  He’s still hard.

  “Let’s see if we can’t change your tune,” Kirk says.

  His palm lands on my ass cheek before I have time to wonder what that might be. I’m still processing the way that delicious little burst of pain makes me feel (Oh yeah, I’m still in slut mode, for sure. But when am I not around this man?) when Kirk lifts me up off his cock and places me on the hardwood floor on my knees.

  Now that big, fat, rock-hard cock that I’ve been so gaga over is right there in my face, level with my mouth. All twelve inches of my favorite piece of man meat is covered with this gorgeous mixture of his cum and my cream to the point where it’s practically dripping off him.

  Instinctively, I stick out my tongue to lick it. I want to taste him, taste myself, taste us.

  But before I can, Kirk grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me back, leaving my tongue outstretched and wanting—a tantalizing fraction of an inch away from the dick I want to lick like an ice cream cone.

  “Don’t be cruel,” I say, staring up at him and batting my long, thick eyelashes in a way that he can’t refuse. “Gimme.”

  “Spit on it, Em.”

  I narrow my eyes at him. “And what if I don’t?”

  “Then yo
u don’t get your reward.”

  I consider it for a second. Historically speaking, Kirk rewards are the kind of rewards I’d do just about anything for.

  I give him my best bedroom eyes, I pucker my lips, and I spit on his cock.

  “Again.”

  I obey him. Partly because I want to see where this is going. Partly because as it turns out, I really like the way his dick looks when it’s all wet and sexy and dripping like this.

  “Good girl.”

  He strokes my hair and I preen.

  “Reward now, please, Daddy,” I say, remembering how he likes it when I call him that.

  He smirks.

  “Since you asked so nicely…”

  Kirk pulls me up and turns me over so fast it makes my head spin. Before I know it, I’m bent over the bathroom counter. I can feel where I was sitting when he made me cum for him earlier, because the counter is still slick with my honey. He presses me into the wet spot, like he’s mopping it up with my tits.

  He spanks me again. This time, there’s nothing to stop me from moaning. When I do, the sound of my own arousal makes my pussy absolutely purr.

  “I’m gonna fuck your ass now, babe,” Kirk says.

  I can see him in the mirror now, washboard abs and all. His reflection is smiling down at me. I smile back at it as he spreads my ass cheeks wide open for him.

  “And you’re gonna watch yourself while I do it.”

  His cock presses against the tight pucker of my asshole. He levels it there with one hand. With the other, he gathers up a handful of my hair and pulls on it until I’m staring my own reflection down in the mirror.

  The look on my face is an expression of pure, unbridled ecstasy as his big, hard rod forces its way in.

  I think everybody secretly wonders what their face looks like when they orgasm. Most of us probably never want to find out. I’ve seen some pretty ridiculous O-faces in my day, after all.

  For some people, it’s a Pandora’s box better left unopened.

  As Kirk reaches around my waist and between my legs, I realize we’re about to open it whether we want to or not.

  Luckily, I’m not about to do it alone. I can see Kirk there behind me, thrusting in and out of my ass in a hard, slow fuck while he traps my clit between his fingers and strokes it like he means business.