WineBar: The Complete Story

by Alexis Angel

  Pushing on his shoulders, I pin him down on the mattress and take my hands back to his tie. I undo the knot on his tie, pull it off, then toss it aside. Next, I get to work on unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his ridiculously ribbed abs inch by inch.

  Sliding down a bit, I run my tongue over the ridges of his chiseled torso, loving the way his body reacts to my touch, jumping and twitching involuntarily—especially the way his cock swells and twitches, impossibly huge and hard.

  But let me just say this: WineBar is packing. This guy has like the most perfect cock ever. And he knows exactly what to do with it.

  Lucky me, right, babe?

  “Let’s have some fun,” I whisper into his ear as I climb back up his body, rocking my hips back and forth and grinding against him. His hands are on my ass, gripping hard and squeezing me as I rock.

  He grins like he’s enjoying me taking control. For now. Because I know Kirk, and it won’t be long before he decides he’s the one in charge.

  “Fuck, baby,” he says. “I love this perfect ass.”

  Leaning into him, I smile with my lips against his neck, and then I start kissing my way down his body again.

  “It’s all yours, baby.”

  “Fuck yes, it is. Don’t you ever forget it.”

  Right. Like that could ever happen. WineBar fucking owns my ass.

  And right now, I’m halfway ready to beg him to just flip me over and claim it. But no, I’m the one running the show at the moment.

  My lips pass over his hard pectorals, brushing over his nipples. And then they continue their hike down to his abs. There, I use my tongue to once again lick the grooves between his hard muscles, and I only stop when I find the hem of his pants.

  Grabbing his belt, I unbuckle it and then pull his zipper down. The moment I push his pants down, his massive cock tents up his boxer briefs.

  And I have to see it, have to touch it. And fuck, I want to taste it.

  I drag his boxer briefs down too, and his cock springs free, long and thick and hard and so fucking perfect.

  I immediately curl my fingers around his shaft, and he groans.

  The tip is already glistening with pre-cum, and I just want to lick that right up. I lick my lips as I stare at it. He chuckles, watching me the whole time.

  Rolling to the side, I make quick work of getting rid of his pants entirely, and he helps me out, shedding his shirt at the same time.

  I don’t move for a minute, just enjoying the perfect sight of his naked body. Then apparently, he’s had enough of letting me call the shots because he grabs me by the hips and flips me around in one quick move so that I’m now flat on my back on the bed, with him hovering above me.

  He’s looking at me, all raw and wild like he’s about to go fucking primal on me.

  Yes please!

  “Fuck, baby,” he says again, his gaze boring into mine. “You’re so fucking perfect. You’re the only one who’s ever made me fall so fucking hard. And so fast.”

  He groans as I let my knees fall apart, baring my aching pussy to him.

  “Fuck, I want to spend the rest of my life right here. Squeezing this perfect ass, feeding you my cum, and fucking your brains out.”

  Oh god. “Please,” I beg shamelessly.

  WineBar runs his hands over my thighs, his fingers right fucking there, but he doesn’t touch me.

  Now it’s my turn to groan in frustration.

  “Spread your legs for me, baby.”

  I respond instantly, spreading them as wide as I can, watching his face as he greedily stares at my throbbing pussy.

  Then he looks back up at me. “You’re wearing too many clothes. Let me see those perfect tits, baby.”

  He doesn’t wait for me to respond. He just grabs my dress again and pulls it up and over my head, throwing it aside and grabbing my tits with both hands.

  “Ahh, fuck!” I cry as he rolls my nipples between his thumbs and fingers, pinching, pulling, then leaning in to lick and suck them.

  Fucking hell, I love it so much when he teases my nipples. I could probably cum just from that.

  But then he’s pulling back again.

  “Kirk…”

  He gives me a wicked grin and just shakes his head. He’s enjoying teasing me like this.

  “Close your eyes, Em.”

  His voice is commanding, leaving no room for argument. But why the fuck would I want to argue? I wouldn’t.

  Because I know that he’s going to take care of me and fuck me good.

  “Don’t move. I’m going to make you squirt, baby. Then I’m going to fuck you so hard and so good that you won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”

  I gush at his words. Oh my god, it’s so fucking sexy when he talks filthy to me that my pussy clenches and pulses, needy and aching and so goddamn wet.

  I lie there with my eyes shut, squirming as he hovers over me. I have no idea what he’s going to do next, but I know it’s going to be fucking awesome.

  He draws it out, running his fingers lightly over my whole body, sending sparks and shivers shooting through every nerve ending. My arms, my legs, my stomach, my tits—he touches me everywhere.

  Everywhere except where I really need it. My clit is practically screaming at me to fucking do something about this insane frenzy Kirk’s working me into, and I can’t wait any longer.

  I reach down between my legs, needing to relieve some of the building pressure.

  I feel his hand clamp down around my wrist.

  “Not so fast, baby.”

  Then he brings my hand to his cock, and my fingers wrap around it greedily, squeezing and stroking.

  “See what you do to me, baby? How fucking hard I am for you?”

  I bite my lip and nod. “Mm-hmm.”

  I can’t even think, much less speak.

  Listening to WineBar talk in that low, sexy voice and feeling his cock in my hand but not having him touch me yet is literally driving me to the edge of insanity.

  “Spread your legs wider for me, baby.”

  He grabs my hands now and puts them on my thighs.

  “Don’t let go.”

  My fingers dig into my thighs as I hold myself wide open for WineBar. And then finally—fucking finally!—he touches me.

  He traces his finger around my pussy lips, and it just fucking glides because I’m so fucking drenched already. I buck and writhe, but I do what he says and don’t let go.

  After what feels like forever, he flicks his finger across my clit, and I fucking come undone. The orgasm starts to build, and I know it’s going to hit me hard and fast.

  Kirk teases me, dipping his finger into my hole and bringing my juices back up to rub all over my clit as I climb higher and higher.

  Then he pushes a finger inside me, hard and deep, continuing to push me toward the edge. He adds another finger, rubbing my clit with his thumb while he thrusts his fingers in and out of me.

  My pussy clamps down hard around his fingers, clenching them as he finds my G-spot and sends me spiraling out of control. My fingers grip my thighs even harder as I try to open myself even more to his relentless assault. My back arches, my tits are pressing forward, and he claims one with his mouth, his teeth scraping across the sensitive nipple as he finger fucks me into oblivion.

  “Oh god, Kirk, yes. Fuck. Oh fuck.”

  My head is rolling side to side as my entire body explodes, the orgasm ripping through me.

  “That’s right, baby. Fucking cum for me,” he growls, and his words send me even higher, somehow making this mind-blowing orgasm go on and on endlessly.

  I shudder and shake, my entire body quaking with the waves of pure ecstasy that Kirk is raining down on me.

  I feel myself squirt, just like he wanted me to. Only WineBar has ever been able to make me cum this fucking hard.

  When I finally start to come down from the orgasm, he pulls his sticky, cum-coated fingers from my pussy and paints my tits with my cum before bringing them to my mouth.

  I
open wide and lick off every bit of my own juice before he lowers his head to my tits and laps up the cum he just left there.

  “You like that don’t you, dirty girl? You fucking crave cum, don’t you, baby?”

  “Yes,” I moan. I’m so far gone already, even though I know Kirk’s only just getting started.

  “Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to make sure you get all the cum you want. But first I want more of you.”

  Not wasting a second, he grabs me by the waist and pulls my pussy right up against his face. I keep my hands on my thighs, digging in so hard I know there will be bruises tomorrow, but I don’t fucking care. I just want more of WineBar’s skilled tongue.

  He starts sucking on my pussy right away, and I can’t help but let a loud, quivering moan escape from between my lips. It’s loud and wild, and it makes Kirk growl into my pussy, which sends another round of heat through my body as the vibrations bring me shockingly close to another orgasm.

  This guy—he’s a winner. Let me tell you. He can give me back-to-back orgasms that pretty much just flow into one big, giant endless explosion of pleasure.

  “Fuck, baby,” he groans, coming up for air. “I fucking love your pussy. So fucking perfect. I could eat you out all day.”

  Sounds good to me.

  With my bare pussy at his mercy, he pulls me into him once more, craning his neck and pressing his wide-open mouth against my drenched folds.

  With instinct taking over me, I start bucking my hips like mad, rubbing my wetness all over his face. I’m completely out of control, but he doesn’t allow me to lose my focus; his fingers are still hooked on my hips, and so he controls each and every one of my erratic movements.

  His tongue goes up and down fast, tracing the length of my whole pussy, and then he uses it to jab at my insides, sliding it in and out of my pussy.

  He flicks and curls his tongue, hitting all the right spots deep inside me. I groan and moan, and then he wraps his lips around my clit, pressing down on it with the tip of his tongue.

  “Yes, fuck, oh my god, don’t stop.” I pant, warm shocks making their way from my pussy and reaching my brain like a thousand firecrackers exploding in quick succession.

  Sucking and licking furiously, WineBar is relentless, using his tongue to push me mercilessly toward the edge and, once I’m there just dangling off it, he just throws me right over the fucking cliff.

  Sucking on my inner pussy lips, his tongue jabbing at my insides, he takes his hand to my pussy and presses down on my clit with two fingers. He starts rubbing it in fast, harsh circles, and that’s all it takes for me to lose control. I throw my head back and let out a wild scream.

  Every single muscle in my body spasms and twitches, and I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard in my life. Wave after wave of orgasmic bliss tears through my body in what feels like the wildest, most extreme climax of my life.

  How is it even possible that every orgasm this guy gives me is better than the last? But it is.

  And I’m fucking grateful for it.

  I’m soaked, drenched in my own cum—a quivering, filthy mess.

  But WineBar isn’t through with me yet.

  He climbs up my body, then he gives me a deep, dirty kiss, letting me taste myself all over his tongue. Then he’s up on his knees, teasing my pussy with that glorious cock, and I want to offer up some kind of sacrifice to the sex gods because I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I need to show my appreciation.

  “Open your eyes,” he commands.

  I do as he says. And fucking hell, he looks so ridiculously hot with his chiseled body there between my legs, his hand wrapped around his massive cock as he runs the tip all through my drenched folds, soaking himself in my cum.

  “Fuck, baby, you like that cock, don’t you?” he says, his eyes glued to my pussy that I know is opening for him, begging him to come right on in and stay awhile.

  “I fucking love it.”

  Total truth. I don’t think I can ever get enough of that cock.

  But he loves to tease. He doesn’t give me what I want yet, doesn’t fill my hungry pussy with that massive throbbing cock. Instead he just rubs it all over me until it’s dripping with my cream.

  Then he reaches up and grabs my hair, tangling his fingers in it as he yanks me up from the bed.

  “I’m gonna fuck your mouth now.”

  He’s barely got the words out before he’s thrusting into my mouth.

  I open wide, taking him in as deep as I can. I choke a little at first because he’s so fucking big. So thick and hard.

  I relax my throat and hollow out my cheeks, flattening my tongue. I make my mouth as tight and wet as I can as he fucks my mouth good and hard.

  He’s got both hands in my hair now, gripping me good and holding me in place so he can just ram his cock down my throat over and over again.

  “Mmm,” I moan around his thick shaft, loving the way it twitches with the vibrations from my voice.

  “Jesus Christ, Em. You feel so fucking good. Your mouth was fucking made to take my cock.”

  Hell yes, it is.

  I taste the salty pre-cum on my tongue as he pulls out and glides right back in repeatedly. Every time he pulls back, I swirl my tongue around the wide head of his cock, then I flatten it back out to let him slide back in, as deep as I can take him.

  Kirk’s cock hits the back of my throat, making me gag and my eyes prick with tears, and I love every fucking second of it.

  I reach out and cup his balls, rolling them gently in my palm. They feel so heavy and full, and I can’t wait for him to spill his cum all over me—down my throat, on my tits, in my pussy, in my ass. I want all of it.

  I want every last drop of his cum. I want to fucking bathe in it.

  I try to take him even deeper; it’s no easy task since the man is fucking huge. And I know he’s so close. I can feel his thrusts becoming more erratic, his breathing wilder, his mumbling more desperate as he continues to fuck my face.

  But just when I think I’m about to finally get a taste of the cum I crave, Kirk pulls his cock from my mouth and shoves me back on the bed.

  I watch, mesmerized, as he grips his thick, pulsating shaft in his fist and gives a few quick jerks, then his cum is shooting out everywhere.

  Thick ropes of hot, sticky cum fly from his cock and splatter all over my tits. It’s warm and wet and perfect.

  Over and over, Kirk’s cock throbs with his release, and his groans make my pussy practically vibrate.

  After like a hundred streams of cum have finished shooting from his cock, Kirk looks down at me and smiles that sexy, wicked grin I love so much. Then he rubs his still-hard shaft all over my tits, making me gasp with the sensation of his slick hardness gliding smoothly across my nipples.

  When he’s totally coated in his own cum, he kind of waves his cock in my face, and I have to laugh. But I know exactly what he wants because I want it too.

  I prop myself up on my elbows and let him feed me his cum-covered cock.

  And I lick up every last drop.

  So let me just pause here for a second and take a little break from this fucking fantastic little WineBar fantasy. Because I need to tell you, WineBar is like a fucking Olympian when it comes to fucking.

  Because the guy is like, always hard. Seriously. Like, even though he just came all over my tits—which was really fucking spectacular—he’s still hard as a rock.

  Like fantasy fucking or not, that’s my WineBar.

  He can go all night. I know this because he has. So like, we really have to figure this shit out that’s going on between us because I don’t think there’s another man in the whole fucking world that can fuck me as good as Kirk can.

  Okay, back to our regularly scheduled fuck fantasy.

  “How bad do you want this cock, baby?” WineBar says, rubbing it on my pussy lips again now that I’ve thoroughly licked it clean.

  “Uhhnngg, fuck, so bad.”

  I’m so ready for it. Like, I’ve been ra
vaged by some pretty insane orgasms already, but I know that those are nothing compared to what Kirk can do to me with that magic cock.

  “That’s right, baby. You know this cock is yours. Fuck, your pussy was fucking made for this cock.”

  Before I can even prepare for it, he thrusts suddenly, raising my hips from the mattress and gripping my ass with his hands, driving his cock so deep inside of me that it’s a miracle he doesn’t split me right in fucking two.

  Holy fucking hell. It’s like the most perfect feeling ever.

  And just when I think he can’t fuck me any deeper, WineBar grabs my ankles and tosses them over his shoulders, and he rails me even harder.

  He’s like a fucking machine, pistoning into me so hard and fast that I can barely breathe. The pleasure is racing through my veins like a fast-acting drug, contaminating my brain and filling it with pure ecstasy and making me completely fucking delirious.

  I start to close my eyes as he reaches for my tits, squeezing them hard. But then he says, “Look at me,” and I have no other choice.

  I watch as he drives into me repeatedly, and it’s the hottest goddamned thing I’ve ever seen.

  Then, when he pinches both my hard nipples at the same time, I just give over completely to the sensations, and my pussy tightens up around his cock like a vise.

  “Fuck,” I hiss through my gritted teeth, the perfect pain traveling from my nipples to my brain to my clit. I claw at the sheets and buck against him, my pussy so tight around his cock.

  And he just keeps on fucking me into oblivion.

  “Cum for me, Em,” he demands, his words somehow filtering through my sex-clouded brain.

  I respond instantly. It’s like my body is a slave to his commands. I convulse and shake, my pussy clamping down so tight on his cock that he has to work to keep pumping into me.

  I gush, cum pouring out of my pussy as WineBar fucks me right through the orgasm. He tilts my hips up even higher, and I lock my ankles around his neck as I ride the wave of the best fucking orgasm ever.

  Then, like he knows exactly what I need, he grabs me and flips me over. My body feels like a rag doll. I’m so used up and spent from these earth-shattering orgasms, but still I want more.