WineBar: The Complete Story

by Alexis Angel

  My eyes widen as I see his cock straining against his boxer briefs, and I bite my bottom lip, anxiety kicking in like the sting from a wasp. I want to pull his boxers down, to see his cock in all its glory… But first I flatten the palm of my hand against the shape of his cock, my eyelids drooping as I feel it throbbing against me. Then, Austin lays both his hands on my head and I can’t help myself, I hook my fingers on his boxer briefs and pull them down. His cock springs free, slapping the back of my hand as it goes up. Moving as fast as I can, I reach for it and grab him, first with just one hand, then with two. Remember when I told you that he had to be at least twelve inches long? Well, I was right. His cock isn’t big or huge… it’s massive, and it looks even more so with my small fingers wrapped around it.

  “Like what you see?” he asks me, but I don’t even dare to look up at him. No, he’d see all the desire flickering in my eyes, the burning need to feel his gigantic cock inside of me… And I don’t want him to see how much I need it right now. I don’t want to hand him all control on a silver plate. If he wants that, he’s going to have to fight for it. I don’t give handouts.

  “Maybe I do, maybe I don’t,” I tell him, finally looking up to meet his gaze. He grins at my words, his eyes narrowing into slits as he tangles his fingers in my hair.

  “You’re a terrible liar, Destiny,” he whispers, and I realize that I’m not going to fool him. And why would I even try?

  “I try, though.” With that, I start moving both my hands back and forth over his shaft, stroking him with soft movements. I let my eyes fall down to his cock once more, and my heart starts to gallop as I look at every inch of his manliness, my fingers wrapped tight around it. Forget about my pussy; I’m not even sure if I can fit him inside my mouth. But I’m more than willing to try, that’s for sure.

  Leaning in, I part my lips and flick my tongue at his cock. I move my tongue in circles, running it around the tip of his cock as I let his manly flavor inundate me. I close my eyes and, before I even know what I’m doing, my lips are on his cock. I part them slowly, rolling them down Austin’s cock until his tip is inside my mouth, his precum coating my tongue.

  Right now, my pussy is so wet that I feel my own fluids dripping down my inner thighs, and I’m just using my mouth on him! I don’t even remember when the last time was that I felt this insane when going down on a guy… Maybe when I lost my virginity? Even so, I doubt it; I’m not the kind of girl that gets carried away by every little thing. Especially if we’re talking about men, and let me tell you, I know men. Lots of them. I just don’t think I’ve ever met someone quite like Austin.

  I go further down, opening my mouth so wide that I feel my jaw tensing up, Austin’s shaft sliding down my tongue inch by slow inch. I only open my eyes when I think that I can’t go any further, and I realize that I’m still a long way from having all of him inside my mouth. And that… Well, that just can’t be. I’m going to show him that he has never met a woman like me, whatever it takes.

  I look up and, the moment our gaze meets, I start pushing my head down and forcing his cock inside of me. This time, I only stop when I feel his cock pressing against the back of my throat and my lips brushing over the skin at the base of his cock. He groans slightly, a subtle grin on his lips as he watches me slide back out. Refusing to look away from him, I go down once more, except this time I don’t go slowly. No, I go down in one single movement, going all the way down him once more and then back again. He grits his teeth and, as he shuts his eyes, that’s when I look away.

  I close my own eyes, and that’s when I start to bob my head back and forth as fast as I can. My hands are still on his shaft and, as I suck on him, I keep on stroking him at the same time. My mouth and my movements are working in tandem, and I can already feel him breathing hard; when I look up at him, he has his head thrown back, his eyes still closed.

  “Fuck,” he groans, and I smile. Well, I would smile if I didn’t have a cock as large as his inside of my mouth right now. Still, I take my hands off of his shaft and, resting them on his waist, I push his pants and boxer briefs down, sending them to his ankles. My fingers slide up his legs and over the curve of his ass, and I can’t help but squeeze, his hard cheeks feeling as hard as concrete under the open palm of my hands. My pussy clenches as I imagine him using these cheeks of his to piston hard into me, his gigantic cock impaling me. “You sure know how to use that tight mouth…” Austin whispers, his eyes finally open as he looks down at me.

  “You haven’t seen anything,” I respond, taking his cock out of my mouth. I press my lips against the side of his shaft and then I run them down until they brush against his balls. I cup them with one hand, feeling their weight (and, oh, they’re heavy) and then wrap my lips around the right one, sucking it into my mouth. It fills my mouth easily, and I push it against the roof of my mouth with my tongue. Wanting more, I open my mouth as wide as I can and suck the other one in. I must be a pretty sight, right? Austin’s huge balls inside my mouth. When I pop them out of my mouth, they jump out with a wet sound and then I’m back to his shaft, running my lips up his length until I wrap them around his cock once more. I resume my bobbing motion, working him with my mouth furiously, but he grabs me by the hair harshly and pushes me back, forcing his cock to pop out of my mouth.

  “I think you’ve had enough,” he grins at me, curling his fingers around my left wrist and pulling me up to my feet. Even when I’m standing, Austin towers over me, so I have to look up to meet his eyes.

  “It’s never enough,” I tease him, placing both my hands on his chest and sliding my fingers over to the collar of his shirt.

  “We can agree on that.” I bite my lower lip, still looking into his eyes, and start unbuttoning his shirt, popping button after button until his naked chest presents itself to me. My eyes widen as I see the hard lines of his muscles, two rows of perfect abs demanding all of my attention. I’ve been with fit and ripped guys, but this is something else entirely… Where a six-pack should be, Austin has eight salient and perfect pieces of muscle. His pectorals are hard and defined and, even though I can tell that the gym must be his second home—Python being the first—they look more like the result of an outdoorsy lifestyle than a product of a gym.

  “You’re not going to drool, are you?” he asks me as he kicks off his shoes and steps out of his pants and boxer briefs. I push the open shirt down his arms and then take a step back, only stopping when my back’s against the wall once more. Fuck, I think as I take in his naked body, he’s perfect. Okay, I need to keep my cool.

  “You’re the one drooling,” I whisper, running my hands up my stomach and squeezing my breasts over the cups of my bra. Like a ferocious wild animal, he comes at me, a growl in his throat. Grabbing both my wrists, he lifts my arms up and pins me against the wall. He lays his mouth against my neck, but this time he doesn’t kiss me; instead, he bites, pulling at my skin with his perfect white teeth. I sigh loudly as the pain of it turns into pleasure, my brain releasing a batch of endorphins. Christ, I’m so wet right now, all of me screaming for him…

  My breasts are pinned between my body and his, and my hard nipples are already aching to be set free. As if he can read my mind, he lets go of one arm, which I lace around his neck, and takes it to between my shoulder blades. His fingers land straight on the clasp of my bra and, with a snap from his fingers, he pulls it free. The cups droop lazily over my breasts, but he doesn’t want to wait; with his free hand, he grabs at the cups and rips them off of my body in one urgent motion. I gasp as I feel the fabric flying out, the cool air of his apartment lapping at my nipples and making them even harder.

  Finally letting go of my other arm, both his hands fly straight to my breasts and he squeezes them, my flesh molding to his fingers. The warmness in his hands seems to prickle my skin, and from there it goes all the way down to my pussy, making it burn, burn, and burn some more.

  “You know what I’m going to do, don’t you?” he asks, his hands turning into claws as he pinches
both my nipples. It hurts but, at the same time, it feels amazing.

  “Why don’t you tell me?” I respond, and he pinches my nipples harder, electric needles stabbing my mind as he does it.

  “I’m going to fuck you,” he says, applying more pressure with the tip of his fingers, “and I’m going to do it hard.” He’s pinching me so hard right now that I can’t even keep my eyes open. My heart is racing, and it feels like it’s beating straight in my throat. I let out a small cry, my nipples starting to hurt so much that I can’t help but become even wetter. Fuck, Austin’s a dangerous one, more dangerous than any drug I know—one taste of him and you’re hooked.

  “I’m going to take your pussy,” he continues, letting go of one nipple and pressing his hand straight between my thighs, his touch on my pussy drawing a sudden moan out of my lips, “and I’m going to make it mine. I don’t give a fuck about what happens next… Even if I never see you again,” he whispers, leaning in and dropping the words straight into my ear, “your pussy is going to be mine forever, and you’re going to know it.”

  Jesus fucking Christ, my fluids are running down my legs. I don’t think this has ever happened to me before. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a man as much as I want—need—Austin right now. This man is a God, there’s no other way to say it. Even if you compare him to his male dancers back at Python, Austin is a breed apart, a King among kings, a God among gods.

  Taking one hand to my hair, he yanks on it and forces my head back; at the same time, he presses so hard against my pussy that I can’t help but moan again.

  “You’re so fucking wet, babe,” he whispers again, the sound of his voice lulling me into a dream like state.

  “I am,” I simply say, my mind completely blank as the feeling of his hand on my pussy pushes all other thoughts and words to the fringes.

  “Yes, you are… And, just like I said… This is mine,” he growls, and them moves so fast that all I see is a blur: he takes his hand off of my pussy, turns me around and grabs my dress. Then, he pulls at the fabric so violently that I hear the fabric ripping as he pulls it off of my body. Standing here, only in my heels and thong, I feel my insides clenching. “Mine,” he repeats as he hooks his fingers on the string of thong that laces my outer thigh, tugging harshly until the fabric simply tears. He throws it to the floor and then presses his hand against my naked pussy, a glint of hunger and savagery in his eyes.

  “Yours,” I find myself saying, my voice quivering as I feel his fingers against my drenched folds.

  “See? You act all tough, but in the end you just can’t fight it,” he tells me with a grin, running his index finger up and down the length of my pussy. “You want to be dominated, you just never met a man that could do it.”

  “I…” I start, stammering, but I close my mouth and fall into silence. He’s right; I can’t tell you exactly when it happened, but I’m aching to have him dominate me, to be treated like I’m his… To be fucked as if my pleasure is my life’s purpose. God, Austin’s so intoxicating that I can barely think straight right now.

  “Admit it,” he says, pressing his index fingertip over my clit and making my whole body tense up as high voltage pleasure runs to me.

  “I… It’s not… No --”

  “Say it,” he repeats, pressing even harder on my clit. I throw my head back, hitting the wall behind me, and grit my teeth.

  “No,” I hiss, closing my eyes as my brain seems to be frying inside my skull. I’m not going to submit this easily. I won’t. Other women might bend and fold, but that’s not me. He’s right, I do want to be broken and forced to submit, but I’m going to make him fight for it until the very last.

  “Stubborn, uh? I like that. It’s going to make it so much better when you start begging me.” The sound of his voice makes my skin prickle, his words like stabs of pleasure on my soul. If he keeps on insisting, I don’t know how much longer I can resist, I really don’t.

  Thankfully, he says nothing else and simply slides his middle finger inside my pussy, hooking it in me and curling it upward until his fingertip is pressed tight against my G-spot.

  “Oh, fuck,” I gasp as I feel him pressing there. He didn’t even need to probe or look for it—no, he went straight for that hidden spot inside of me, hitting it on his first shot even though we have never been together. It’s almost as if he knows my body even better than I do. He’s not even moving his hand; he’s simply pressing against my G-spot while circling my clit with one finger, rubbing it with soft but steady strokes. “Don’t--”, I start to say, but the rest of the words don’t even make it to my lips. I grit my teeth and moan through them, thunder and lightning hitting me all at once. A storm of ecstasy hits me at once, and every single muscle in my body tenses up and then relaxes as high voltage pleasure runs through and makes them twitch.

  “That’s just an appetizer,” Austin tells me, that delicious smile on his lips as he slides his finger out from my pussy. Before he slides it all the way out, I grab him by the wrist and stop him.

  “More,” I whisper, my voice so low it’s barely audible. But he smiles at me all the same, sliding his finger back in. Except this time he doesn’t go for my G-spot—no, he turns his hand around, places his thumb over my clit and slides one more finger inside of me. Flicking his wrist back and forth, he starts to finger me with such a fury that a loud moan explodes in my voice.

  He keeps moving his fingers until I feel the tension building up inside my muscles once more, my insides burning as I feel the claws of ecstasy all over my body. I open my mouth to say something, but by the time my lips part, I have no idea what I was going to say. In my mind, one thought pushes all others away: I need him to fuck me. Like a mantra, that thought repeats itself over and over again inside my head, drowning the rational side of me.

  “Come, Destiny… Come for me, babe,” Austin whispers against my ear and, just like a bomb, I go off. An orgasm explodes inside of me with the intensity of a supernova, and I feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead.

  “Fuck, fuck,” I curse under my breath, every single muscle in my body twitching and spasming. Pleasure rages inside of me like a river after a flood, and my heart tightens up as I realize we’re still on the appetizers; we’re yet to move to the main course. As good as this might be, I can’t wait to see what he has in store for me.

  Slowly, he slides his two fingers out of me and takes his hand off of my pussy. He raises his hand and takes it to my face; with a grin, he brushes his two wet fingertips over my lips. I react by instinct, opening my mouth and allowing him to slide his two fingers inside. As he pulls them back out, I suck them dry, shivering as my own fluids meshes with the flavor of his cock inside my mouth.

  “Good, isn’t it?” he asks me, and I find myself nodding before I can stop it. Then, he moves as fast as a leopard, placing one hand under one ass cheek and forcing me to lift my leg; at the same time, he presses his body against mine, grabbing his cock and angling it so that his cock is resting on my pussy. I push my hips against him, ready to have him inside of me, but he simpley looks into my eyes and grins. “Beg,” he whispers, that simple word hitting me like a brick. I don’t beg, I have never begged… and I’m not going to do it.

  “No,” I say dryly, taking both my hands to his ass and trying to pull him in, forcing him to trust. But he remains still, frozen in place as the Devil’s grin burns on his face.

  “Then,” he starts and, still grabbing his cock, starts moving it up and down, brushing its tip along the length of my pussy, “you won’t get this.”

  “I will,” I hiss, “I will.” I repeat to myself, trying to fool myself that if I say it enough times he’ll end up doing it. But the fire in his eyes tells me that it won’t happen; no, he’s as stubborn as I am, and this is a battle of wills.

  “Then beg,” he says it again, and my hands turn into claws as I dig my fingernails into his ass cheeks, doing my best to force me into me. But all I manage to do is make him grin even more.

  “You beg,
” I shoot back at him, my chest rising and falling as I start to run out of air, anticipation making my lungs collapse. Finally, he does something, but it’s not what I expect, he puts my leg down and then, grabbing me by the arm, pulls me off the wall and pushes me into the living room. I stumble and grab at the edge of his couch to steady myself; he’s on me before I can say anything, pulling me into him and forcing me to thrust my ass back. He places his cock in the space between my thighs and starts to slide his shaft over my drenched folds.

  “You’ll beg, babe,” he says, a deep certainty in his voice, “you just don’t know it yet.” He angles his cock up and, slightly thrusting, forces his cock to part my inner lips. I open my mouth and moan, my body tricked into believing he’s going to thrust, but he just keeps still, half of his cock inside of me as my pussy and mind boil at the same time. Oh, God, I can’t do this; I can’t resist it. I just can’t.

  “Fuck me, Austin, just fuck me already,” I hiss through gritted teeth, my face contorted in an expression of painful anticipation. I never needed a cock inside my pussy as I do now. I need it more than I need the air to breathe.

  “You know what you have to do,” he says, and I can feel the teasing tone in his words, victory permeating the sound of his voice. He knows he has already won. Fuck, I give up.

  “Fuck me, Austin, please. I need it, I need it bad,” I cry out, barely believing that I’m begging someone to fuck me. I’m begging! I've never done anything like this in my entire life, but now that I’ve begun I just can’t stop myself. “Please… I need you inside of me… I’ll do anything, I --”

  One thrust of his and I fall silent. I don’t even moan or scream; my mouth just hangs open as he pushes his shaft inside of me, his thickness straining against my inner walls on the way in. I feel a scream inside of me, but the pleasure I’m feeling right now is so intense that I can’t even bring myself to the point of screaming. I’m in a limbo, drifting between consciousness and the depths of irrationality. Even though I’m more than experienced when men are concerned, I never knew that a man’s cock could make me feel something quite like this.