WineBar: The Complete Story

by Alexis Angel

  Once again, I go back to fantasizing about Carter. This time he comes into the bathroom and catches me running the shower head along my clit. He removes his clothes and steps into the shower, taking the head from me and running it along my clit for me.

  “Does that feel good?” he asks me. His naked body wet from water. Little droplets of water roll down his body leading my eyes right to his huge cock. I nod my head and he takes the shower head away. He puts it back in it’s holder and grabs my face with both of his hands, bringing my mouth to his.

  We’re kissing in the shower, under the water. Our naked bodies are pressed together. It’s hot. His tongue is moving around mine. He’s such a great kisser, I notice. And it only turns me on more. I want to feel him inside of me. We pull our mouths apart. But I can still feel his erection pressing into me. I look down at it and back up at him.

  Then he turns me around, pushing me up against the shower wall. He grabs my hips and I feel him shove his cock inside of me.

  “Oh fuck,” I moan. “Mmm. Fuck me hard, Carter.”

  It’s intense because of the water and the sheer size of him. I can feel my pussy stretching to fit around the thickness of him. He pulls out and pushes back in. He does it again. He’s holding me against the wall. It’s hot. I love how rough he’s getting with me. He whispers in my ear how much he loves fucking me.

  “Mmm,” I moan, again. I can’t help it. It feels so fucking good.

  Then he begins to pick up the pace. My head and chest are pressed up against the shower wall and he’s fucking me harder and faster. He slips out of me and I feel him slide along my clit. My body trembles. And he slides back inside of me, this time he purposely pulls out. He must have noticed my reaction to his slip up. He slides himself between my legs and along my clit again. It’s so hot and my body trembles again.

  I’m pulled back to reality as I feel myself on the brink of another orgasm. I feel myself inching closer and closer to an intense release. The shower head is firmly pressed to my clit and I begin to rub it up and down. Hitting a spot on my clit that’s a little more sensitive. My body trembles again and I feel myself inching ever closer.

  I lean against the shower wall so I don’t have to worry about falling and move my hips to the speed I’m rubbing the shower head on my clit. And suddenly everything goes black before it’s back just as fast. I’m coming for the fourth time.

  I reposition my body weight so that I can stand without having to worry about falling backwards. The heats getting to me and I get a little dizzy. I reach up, placing the shower head back into its position, careful not to put my face in the water. Then I change it back to the regular shower position and turn the water off. I have never had an orgasm that made me black out. Even for just a second. But it seems like each time I fantasize about Carter and masturbate, my orgasm’s just get more and more intense.

  I reach for a towel hanging on the rack next to the shower and pull. I bring it up to my face and rub. Clearing away all the water from my face. Bending over, I take the towel and wrap it around my hair. I stand up and grab another towel to wrap around my body.

  I feel shaky from my fourth orgasm, but other than that I still don’t feel satisfied. Not like I would if I could get a chance to fuck Carter right now. I feel myself getting turned on all over again. Just thinking about him turns me on.

  I walk out of the bathroom and go back into my bedroom. I go to my bed and make sure I'm dry before I lie down, still naked. I just want to be fucked. I can’t believe how turned on I still am after four orgasms. I lie there for a moment really thinking about masturbating once again. I just don’t know if I have the energy to try for another one.

  Carter’s face pops in my head. Damn it, why can’t I get my mind off of him. He’s fucking hot, yeah, but I’ve already came four times. His face pops in my head, again. I can feel my nipples hardening just at the mental image.

  Leaving the towel in my hair alone, I drop the towel that’s around my body on the ground and begin rubbing my body. I wonder if I can make myself come just from playing with my nipples? I place my thumb and finger on each nipple and gently tug and twist them. It feels so good. The feeling leads straight to my pussy which I’m sure was making me even more wet. I wonder if I can really handle another climax after the four I’ve already had.

  With my right hand still on my right nipple, I move my left hand down my stomach and to my pussy. I start rubbing it noticing it’s a little sore, but that’s okay because I know I’ve been enjoying myself. I run my middle and pointer fingers down the length of my clit and then back up.

  I go back to my fantasy of Carter in my bed. I want him so bad. He’s everything I’ve ever fantasized about. He’s fucking me. It’s hard and fast and then he stops. The sweet sound of his cock jerking in and out of my sloppy wet hole fills my ears. I can hear it and fuck if I can’t feel it too.

  “I want you on top of me,” he says to me. His eyes are burning with this carnal hunger that I imagine matches my own.

  I nod my head and he pulls out of me. Causing me to wince just a little. He lies down on his back and I swing my left leg over him. I start to lower myself down on him when he stops me. I bite my lip wondering why he's doing that.

  “No. I want you in reverse cowgirl,” he says to me.

  “Okay,” I say and bite my lip. I turn myself around, careful not to step on him or fall. That would be a mood killer. And very embarrassing.

  This time, as I lower myself down, I stop when I feel the tip of his cock and then I quickly lower myself down. I hear Carter moan from behind me and then I begin to move my body up and down on him. My legs are in between his so they’re closed. I feel tighter than I did before. Carter’s grabbing onto my hips, helping move me up and down on his cock. I stop bouncing and start grinding. Moving my hips back and forth. I’m grinding onto him. He’s deep and I can feel him shoved so far inside of me.

  I’m fingering myself hard now, but I know I need something more, again. I reach for the first vibrator I had, knowing I don’t have the energy to use the more powerful rabbit, and I begin to massage my clit again and when I slide it inside of my pussy, I notice I feel a little raw. I can’t help but smile. I’ve been fucking myself good, even though I know I’d rather fuck Carter than any of my toys.

  I’m back to picturing Carter and I finally fucking. It’s going so good. He feels so amazing as my pussy is wrapped tightly around him. I picture myself still in reverse cowgirl. But I’m also rubbing my clit while I’m grinding on him. I picture how good it feels. I lean forward and begin to bounce on him. I’m sliding up and down on his cock. I’m taking it all the way in and sliding all the way to the top and I’m loving every second, feeling every inch of him.

  I think of him asking me to turn around and face him. So, I do. I get up off of him step on either side of his legs and lower myself down. He’s not quite as deep as reverse cowgirl, but I know I can cum better this way.

  “I want you to go wild and ride me hard,” he says.

  I nod my head and lean forward, placing my hands on his chest. Feeling his pecs and grinding my pussy into him again.

  He moans, loud. It’s deep and I know he’s really enjoying having me fuck him. I feel confident and sexy and run my hands over my body. He responds by running his legs along my thighs and up to my hips where he grips my hips.

  “Cum for me. I want to feel you cum all over me,” he says. His voice sounds urgent, like he’s trying not to cum himself. I can’t help but find this really hot. Everything he’s said to me in this fantasy is hot.

  He lifts his head a little bit and takes my nipple into his mouth. He sucks and bites it a little bit. I moan loud and tip my head back, shoving my tit into his mouth more. He sucks hard and it makes me grind down on him harder.

  The sensations from his mouth and his cock are driving me crazy. They create an even more intense sensation and I want nothing more than to finally cum all over him. Not just in my fantasies, but in real life. I want him here and no
w. In my bedroom, and inside of my pussy.

  I want it, I want it so bad. And I know I won’t be fully satisfied until I can finally ride his cock the way I’m picturing. I pull the vibrator out of me and once again put it to my clit where I start moving it around fairly quickly. I picture him telling me to ride his face. Him eating me out. Licking around my clit and then sucking on it. It’s such a hot vision and I can feel the vibrator starting to die down.

  I quickly sit up and shut it off. I was so close, but I need something powerful. A half-assed vibrator isn’t going to get the job done. So I once again, grab my rabbit and turn it on, bracing myself for the intensity. I put the rabbit ear portion to my clit and I almost cum just from that.

  I re-position the vibrator in my hand so that I can get a better grip to stick inside myself again. I slowly push it in, noticing how much bigger the vibrator feels now that my pussy is a little sore. I keep going until it’s as far in as it'll go. I make sure the bunny ear portion is on my clit and I begin to get after it. Shoving the vibrator in and out of me with a force I didn’t think I was quite capable of. But I’m so turned on and so ready for another orgasm. No, I’m ready for a real dick. Carter’s dick. To be fucking me. To make me cum. It’s all I want and I want it so bad.

  My arm is tired from the repetitive motion, but I keep going because I’m just that horny. And despite already having four orgasms. I want another one. I want to feel completely satisfied and I want to go to bed knowing that even though I wasn’t fucked by Carter, I fucked myself good thinking about him.

  I go back to picturing Carter eating me out. He tells me how good I taste and how he’s been wanting to taste me for a while. I look down at him as he’s eating me out and it’s such a hot image. His eyes meet mine.

  My fantasy gets hot as I climb off of him and he has me bend over. In my fantasy, he wastes no time getting inside of me. He doesn’t mess around. He wants to get the job done of bringing me to an orgasm. And it’s hot.

  “I wanted to make you cum like that,” he says as I’m on the bed with my ass aimed at him.

  I look back at him. “Why didn’t you?”

  “Because I’m too horny. I wanted to feel your tight pussy again.” He licks his lips which tells me he really wants me.

  I bite my lip and picture him grabbing my hips. His grip is firm and it’s a little rough. He’s thrusting in and out of me, hard. It’s deep and he’s being rough. But I don’t mind and actually find that I really love it.

  I grip the vibrator harder and slide it in and out of me faster. The same pace I picture him fucking me at. The same pace I desperately want to feel. The vibrations that are pressed into my clit and the feeling of the vibrator being shoved in and out of me are mixing together and pushing me closer to the edge of a fifth orgasm.

  I picture him grabbing my hair which pulls my head back slightly and he starts moving out of me faster. The sound of our skin coming together and our moans fill the air around us.

  That’s when I realize how loud I’m really being and I hope no one outside can hear me. And just as I finish that thought, I yell even louder because I’m cumming. I’m cumming, again and it feels so amazing. My body tenses and I black out for a couple of seconds. It’s the most intense orgasm that I’ve had. It’s the most intense orgasm of possibly my entire life.

  I start coming down from my climax and I feel my body begin to relax. My breathing slows and my toes uncurl. I lie back, I’m exhausted and though I feel mostly satisfied, I know I won’t be fully satisfied until I can finally feel him inside of me and I can finally come on him. But I figure my vibrators and imagination will have to do for now.

  I sit up and put the vibrator back into my nightstand, sure I won’t need it anymore tonight.

  I have never had that many orgasm’s before in my life. “Thank you, Carter,” I say aloud. As if he could hear me. But it was him who I owed a thank you to, because of him I was able to have intense orgasms.

  Then I walk over to my closet and go inside. There I select some comfortable clothes to wear. I’m ready to try and get some sleep.

  My legs can barely hold my weight up, but I’m dying of thirst. My mouth is dry from how much I had been breathing heavily and moaning for the last few hours. I have never put this much work into pleasing myself and I have to admit that it feels nice. Though I’m a little sore, I know I enjoyed myself.

  I go into the kitchen, grab a glass and fill it with water. I chug the glass and set it on the counter. I feel better, but my mind drifts to Carter. I can’t help it. It’s almost as if he has some magnetic pull over me. I think about how he was looking at me when I was in my black dress. I loved the way he looked at me. Like he wanted me, he desired me.

  I shake my head. I can’t allow myself to think about him anymore tonight. I need to get some sleep. I figure there’s always tomorrow for more play time. That is unless, I can get him to fuck me tomorrow. I shake my head, again. The thought almost all consuming like the desire I had earlier. I’m glad the feeling isn’t as intense anymore. It means I should be able to sleep better tonight.

  As I lay back down into my bed and get comfortable, I make a mental note to grab extra batteries from the store the following day. If we can’t have sex, I’m going to need to be stocked up on batteries.

  As I drift off to sleep, my brain is taken over once again by Carter and his dick. I have a dream where he fucks me in every single hole. More than once and we both cum. He cums on me. And my orgasm is more intense than the others. My body is tense and then numb and then finally relaxed.

  I wake up very early in the morning; I have another orgasm. In total I’ve now had six in a five hour time period. And finally, when I drift to sleep this time, I’m not dreaming of anything.

  Carter

  Stepping into my luxurious shower and under the hot stream of water, my mind goes straight to Ashley. Exactly where it’s been for the last week. I only have eight weeks to go. I can do this. Right?

  I roll my head around on my neck. The muscles are so tense, both from the insane workout I just completed and from the stress of knowing how hard these next weeks are going to be. I haven’t seen her since the night at the restaurant, but Chase confirmed that she’s going to be on the show for the rest of the season—if we don’t sleep together. That’s going to be fucking hard, but I can do it, especially if she’s my prize at the end of it all.

  Maybe all I need to loosen some of this tension is a quick hand job. My fist circles my cock—it’s so rock-hard right now just thinking about Ashley and her sexy-as-sin body—and pumps up and down with a few slow strokes.

  My head tips back and I groan. Oh, fuck.

  It’s not going to take me long. I picture her sweet little ass, her huge and perfect tits bouncing, and my cock stiffens even more, so hard it’s almost painful, aching for release. I tighten my fist around the thick, twelve-inch shaft and pump faster, bracing myself on the shower wall as I feel my balls tighten, my orgasm so close. I imagine coming all over Ashley’s glorious tits, then I imagine what it will feel like to sink into that hot, wet pussy.

  Just as my orgasm is on the verge of ripping through me, the door to my bathroom bangs open.

  I spin around and see Chase and the camera crew striding in.

  “Dude, what the fuck?” I yell, my cock bouncing around as I let it go and step out of the shower, water running down my body. Jesus Christ, they’re just going to fucking walk in while I’m jerking off?

  “Sorry, Carter,” Chase says, though he looks more amused than sorry. “You can’t jerk off now.”

  “The fuck I can’t,” I bite out. “Get the fuck out of here, dude. Seriously.”

  Chase shakes his head, and now I see he really is fighting off a smile. “I don’t mean you can’t jerk of right now, I mean now, as in going forward.”

  “Excuse me?”

  Chase extends a tablet to me, and then I see that not only is this moment being witnessed by Chase and the camera crew, and hence the entire online
streaming public, but Lola is part of it too. Talk about a buzz kill. Except I’m so fucking hard that not even that bitch’s face is enough to deflate my raging hard-on.

  “Carter,” she says from the tablet with a devilish grin, “so nice to see you.”

  “Yeah, I bet,” I grit out. Like I said before, this bitch would love to get a taste of this cock. I just know it. Well, too bad. It’s all for Ashley now.

  “Sorry, Carter,” Lola continues, “you signed a clause in your contract that said we could prevent various types of sex if we wanted to.”

  “Wait. What?” I can’t believe what I’m hearing.

  “Yes,” she says gleefully. “Way back in the day when we were sure you’d lose your virginity within the first season. We had it in place just in case you proved hard—no pun intended—to break. We have the right to count any and all types of sex as against the rules. And of course, you know that breaking the rules forfeits your two billion dollar bonus. So now we’re enacting our right to enforce the clause. You can no longer have sex with yourself. Sorry, babe. No more getting yourself off.”

  This has to be a bad joke. A really fucking bad joke. No way. I’m supposed to go the rest of the show without jerking off? And how the hell is that going to work when thoughts of Ashley have me as horny as a fourteen-year-old boy around the clock? Thank fuck tomorrow is filming for the show. It means I’ll get to see her again. And also that I might get lucky enough to get a little action, even if I’m still determined not to have sex until the season is over.

  Fuck, that seems like so far away now. And just perfect—now that I’m thinking of that, my boner is harder than ever. And there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it. I briefly wonder if it’s possible just to cum without any stimulation at all. Ashley has me so horny that maybe my imagination will do it. But then I know I’d be tempted to touch myself, and a hand job from myself is so not the way I want to lose two billion dollars.