WineBar: The Complete Story

by Alexis Angel

  When his cock is deep inside of me, his long inches pushing back against my inner walls, Austin takes one hand to my stomach and slides it over to my right breast. Squeezing it softly, he leans in and whispers into my ear. “See? Not that hard, right?” And then he slides his cock out and then in again. He starts to thrust, first at a slow pace, but it grows in a hurry, the sound of his thighs slapping my ass cheeks seem to drown every other sound, and that’s everything that my brain can process... aside from how it feels to be completely filled by a massive cock, that is.

  Placing his free arm over my back, he forces me to go down and, placing my forearms across the edge of his couch, that’s exactly what I do. My back is arched and my legs are a straight line as I bend by the waist; it’s in that position that Austin places both his hands on my waist, hooking his fingers on my hips, and starts to pound me with such intensity that I’m afraid I might pass out. And no, I’m not exaggerating; what I’m feeling is so… so amazing, so intense, that it’s pushing me to the edges of what I thought was humanly possible. To feel this much pleasure should be a sin.

  “Fuck,” I hear him curse, the sound of his coming at me as if he’s miles away. “You’re so fucking tight,” he says, and I can’t help but smile at that. Even though I worked as a porn star, I still managed to remain as tight as a sweet innocent woman giving her first steps into the world of sex. Still, I wonder, for someone with a cock like his, every woman on Earth must feel tight.

  “It’s so… fucking… good…” I cry out as he keeps on ramming me with his cock, his thick shaft completely destroying. After he’s done with me, I doubt anyone will call my pussy tight ever again. “So fucking good!” I repeat, my brain not bothering to filter out the words coming out of my mouth.

  “It is,” he says, allowing one of his hands to fall between my thighs; he reaches for my clit with two fingers and, the moment he starts to rub me there, I come undone. This time I open my mouth and both my lungs and throat are back to working; I let out one violent scream that's shrill enough to shatter glass. My pussy tightens around his cock like a vice, and the electric spasms of pleasure take over my muscles once more.

  “Oh, God…” I moan, a lock of hair already plastered to my forehead. Only when I open my eyes and take a deep breath, do I realize that I’m covered in sweat. My muscles are hurting, and both my lungs and heart feel as if I’ve stretched them to the limit. And, Christ, all I did was stand in place as Austin fucked me. “Fuck… What was this?”

  “This, babe,” he says, running one finger down my spine, “is what a real man does.” Modesty isn’t really his strongest virtue, but how could it be? When you’re a ripped god with a twelve-inch cock, modesty must seem like the most foreign of words.

  He slides his cock out of me and I stand up the moment it pops out of me. I turn on my heels, facing him, and then grab his hand; grinning at him, I guide him around the couch and then place both my hands on his chest and push him down. He smiles at me and lets himself go, sitting down; I climb on top of him with cat-like movements, placing both my knees by the side of his thighs.

  “Maybe it’s time you see what a real woman does, then,” I tell him, grabbing his cock and angling it toward my pussy. I lift my hips and, guiding his cock until his cock is once again touching my folds, I ease myself down. I bite down hard on my lip as I feel his long inches lodging themselves inside of me again, but I don’t stop until all twelve of them are in me.

  He places both his hands on my ass, but he doesn’t urge me to move. No, he wants me to take the lead… He wants to see what I’m capable of. And I’m going to show him.

  I start swaying my hips at a gentle rhythm but, just like he did, I quickly grow my rhythm into a frenzied blur of movement. I move so fast that large beads of sweat start dripping down my spine, more locks of hair becoming plastered to my forehead and cheeks. And still I keep pushing myself, using the last reserve of energy inside of my muscles to make him experience something no woman has ever managed to make him feel. He thinks he’ll hook me with sex? Once I’m done with him, he won’t be able to think of anyone else. He wants to own my pussy? Well, let’s see how he likes it when I own his cock.

  I keep moving until my heart seems ready to give out, but instead of stopping, I simple change what I’m doing: I raise my knees from the couch and replace them with my feet. Now squatting over his cock, I start lowering myself and jumping up, fucking him at that same furious speed. My arms are resting over his shoulders, and our eyes are locked, there’s a fire rising where our gaze meets and, the more we look into one another, the more I realize I’ve never met a man quite like him. And I’m not just talking about the sex… No, it’s something else. Something I can’t quite put my finger on.

  “Tired, babe?” he grins as I slow down my pace, my legs refusing to continue that insane rhythm. “I’ll take over,” he says and, grabbing me by the hips, pushes me to the side and lays me down on the couch. He follows after me, pressing his body down on top of mine, all this without even taking his cock out. I’m breathing so hard my lungs seem like they are about to explode, but I still want more; I lace my legs around his lower back and kick him gently with my heels, urging him to fuck me.

  “You ask, you get,” he whispers, more to himself than to me, and then starts to thrust. Remember when I told you that he was going fast? That was nothing compared to how he’s fucking me right now. I didn’t even know that a human being could move like this.

  “Oh, fuck,” I hiss, closing my eyes as the pleasure that rages through my veins inundates my mind. I’m almost afraid of coming; I can already feel that it’s going to be unlike anything I have ever experienced before. “Fuck me… Hard… Hard…” I mumble, the words coming out of my mouth in a torrent. He keeps his maddening rhythm until I’m about to snap, and then he somehow manages to go even harder. That does it.

  “OH GOD! FUCK!” I shout, my voice so loud that my eardrums feel its sting. My body is like a broken spring, one that was coiled in such a way under harsh pressure that its only way out was to snap. My hands move over the muscles in his back as I claw at him, my fingernails like knives on his skin. I don’t even know what I’m doing, to be honest; all I know is that bright lights are going behind my shut eyelids, ecstasy inundating my mind with the fury of a tidal wave. It crashes into me and I let myself be dragged by it to the depths of pleasure, where I don’t care if I drown. After feeling something like this, it’s hard to care about anything.

  And you want to know the best part? He still hasn’t stopped. That’s right, while I’m coming my brains out, Austin is still thrusting at a violent rhythm. I come down from my orgasm, but I still urge him to go on; he’s close, I can tell by the way his cock seems to pulse and twitch inside of me.

  “Cum, Austin,” I whisper, my voice coming out of my mouth honeyed and sweet, “Cum for me. I want you to cum inside of me…” I don’t know if he was already on the verge, or if my voice did the trick, but he finally cums. His cock spasms violently against my inner walls, and I wince as I feel his thickness becoming even harder. A warmness hits me all of a sudden, and he starts filling me up with his seed. I lay back as he cums, his eyes closed as pleasure takes over his body, but he seems to be cumming like a geyser; his cock is gushing a never ending torrent inside of me. I feel it dripping out of my pussy and down my inner thighs, his juices pooling on the leather couch under me. No wonder his balls are almost the size of tennis balls; they have to be. I mean, look at how much he is cumming.

  When he’s finally done, he opens his eyes and looks at me. Breathing in deeply, he leans in and lays his lips on mine, kissing me softly.

  “Fuck, that was amazing,” he whispers, gently pulling out from me and sitting up on the couch. I nod, sitting up next to him as his seed runs out from my pussy. Wanting to leave him with a lasting memory, I do something I don’t think any woman did with him: I run two fingers over my pussy, scooping up a few strands of his warm seed, and take them up to my mouth. Always looking into his
eyes, I slide the two cum-coated fingers inside my mouth and lick them dry, popping them out of my mouth with a wet sound.

  I go back down to my pussy, using the same two fingers to scoop some more cum, but this time I bring them up to his face. I brush them over his lips and he grins at me, knowing what’s on my mind. The moment he parts his lips, I push my fingers inside his mouth and a shiver goes up my spine as I feel him sucking on them, taking his own cum into his mouth.

  “I guess I can still learn a thing or two from you,” he tells me, that easy tone on his voice.

  “You have no idea,” I tell him, and I mean it. Somehow, I don’t think this is going to be the last time we’re together. No, this was too good for that to happen. Our paths have crossed and they won’t veer off from one another any time soon. For better or worse.

  Austin

  Fuck, it’s already 4 pm, the clock on my bed stand tells me. I should already be at Python, preparing the place for another hard day...

  And no, I don’t mean that as a fucking pun.

  You really have a filthy mind, don’t you?

  How in the hell did I oversleep? I’m usually up before—oh, I remember now.

  I look to the side and there she is, still fast asleep.

  Fuck, she looks even more beautiful than I remember her to be. And the way she fucks… I never fucked anyone quite like her.

  And I don’t say that fucking lightly because by now I’ve probably fucked as many women as Genghis fucking Khan himself.

  Yeah, I also said the word ‘fuck’ three times in the last sentence.

  No, I don’t use this mouth to kiss my mother with.

  I use this mouth to lick pussy with.

  You want me to maybe lick yours, doll?

  “What time is it?” Destiny asks me in a lazy voice, rubbing her eyes with her fists.

  “Does it matter?” I ask.

  Yeah, I was fucking worried about being late...

  But then I realized she’s still here, in bed with me, and nothing else seems to matter anymore.

  Well, a few things matter, for instance, the fact that she’s still naked and that I can see one of her perky tits.

  Swear to God, she’s so fucking squeezable…all of her.

  When I saw her naked in front of me earlier today I just lost it—those tits, that ass.

  You know, there has to be a God or someone up there for something so perfect to fucking exist.

  Yeah, if you’re thinking of telling me that she used to be a porn star, you’re not telling me anything new. But fuck that. Think about what she’s put her mind to and accomplished, you know?

  Model turned porn star, porn star turned strip club owner, and all by the age of twenty-six. She’s a special one, I have to give her that.

  “No, I guess it doesn’t,” she answers my question, reaching for me and sliding her hand down my solid 8-pack wall of abs, until she rests it on my cock.

  I’m already fucking hard as granite, my erection tenting the sheets, and I can tell she can’t fucking resist this shit.

  And I’m all ready to be lewd right back with her. Yeah, baby. Come to fucking Daddy. I take one hand and put it between her thighs and flatten my palm against her pussy. She’s already wet and ready to go, now this is my kind of fucking woman.

  Before I even know what I’m doing, I’m already on top of her, and she guides my cock to her wetness. I enter her with one thrust, my shaft struggling to get inside of her. She’s so tight that it’s hard to believe she used to be a porn star. I told you she was special.

  I start thrusting as she laces her legs around my back, and we kiss just like we did yesterday, our tongues dancing in a frenzy around one another. I hear my phone buzzing on the bed stand—probably Maverick wondering where I am—but I ignore it. I have more pressing matters on my mind right now…

  I have my cock in more important places.

  “Don’t fucking stop,” she moans, her voice so sweet that I don’t even need to tell my body what to do.

  Just hearing her sweet-as-pie voice say the word ‘fucking’ is enough to turn my knees to fucking jelly. She’s so dirty. Filthy. But in the body of a pure and pristine little angel that gets defiled each time.

  I’m going to fucking cum if I keep talking to you about defiling her. Instead, I piston into her as hard as I can, and her pussy tightens up around my cock as she comes. That does it for me. There’s no escape now. I groan as I feel the cum travelling up my shaft and then spraying her insides. Now this is how you start your day.

  I roll to the side, breathing hard, and just stare at the ceiling. I can hear her by my side, breathing as hard as I am, and I let myself be drawn by the sound of it. It wouldn’t be so bad to wake up and hear that every morning, would it?

  “I’m late,” she whispers then, cutting through the silence. “And judging by the way your phone’s buzzing, I’d say you’re late as well.”

  “Yeah,” I simply respond, sitting up on the bed and reaching for my phone. It’s Maverick alright, and he’s already left me three text messages wondering where the hell I am. I’m never late, so he’s already stressing. Calm your horses, the cavalry is on the way, I type quickly, and then swing my legs off the bed.

  I take one last look at Destiny, her perfect naked body almost glowing with delight, and then get up with a sigh. It hurts to leave when I know we could still keep going at it, but it can’t be helped. I have responsibilities, you know?

  The sex was so fucking great.

  So why does this feel so awkward?

  Hundreds of women are depending on me for entertainment and perhaps something more. “I’m going for a quick shower, you can--”

  “Yeah, I have to shower as well,” she suddenly says, getting out of the bed completely naked. I look at her wide-eyed, not knowing what to tell her.

  Well, fuck now it’s really awkward.

  I could just tell her to join me but I’m not in the habit of post-sex niceties, to be honest, so I have to say I’m feeling a bit uneasy about that. So, instead of inviting her to join me, I just say that I’ll show her the bathroom.

  I take her to the private bathroom in my bedroom, and a few minutes later we’re both standing under the warm running water, washing away our sins.

  Yeah, not the same bathroom.

  Don’t get your hopes up. She’s in my private bathroom, and I’m in the main one.

  Fuck, I could be with her right now. But what would she think of that? I don’t want to come on to her too hard, which is kinda fucking ironic, if you take into account the way we fucked last night.

  And what the fuck is wrong with me?

  I never overthink these things.

  For a fraction of a second, I imagine being under the running water with her, just showering like two regular people, and I even picture myself helping her fucking shampoo her hair. I must be running a fever, that has to be it.

  To be absolutely honest with you, doll, I don’t think I ever remember the last time I ever wanted to be this close to a woman. And when I say close, I’m not talking about being physically close. It’s more than that.

  Alright, let me fucking stop right here or next thing you know I’m writing poetry.

  And you’ll just fucking snort, wondering what happened to make an alpha male bad boy into a mewling kitten.

  Fuck that.

  I’m over her.

  I push all these rosy fucking thoughts out of my head and finish showering. Like a fucking man.

  I put on a black suit and, by the time I’m finished getting ready, Destiny gets out of the bathroom looking completely stunning, even though she’s wearing her clothes from when I met her at 230 Fifth this afternoon.

  “Fuck,” I whisper as I see her, and she raises one eyebrow at me.

  “What?” she asks, and I don’t know what to tell her. I settle for the truth.

  “You look amazing,” I say, and she arches her eyebrows even more.

  “I’m not wearing any make-up, my hair is shit, an
d I’m wearing a creased dress,” she purses her lips, probably thinking that I’m messing with her, but I just grin.

  “And you look fucking stunning,” I admit, no longer caring about what she thinks. “I guess that there’s actually a pretty woman under all that make-up.”

  “Asshole,” she laughs, and then closes the distance between the two of us and punches me playfully in the arms.

  “That’s me.” Without even thinking, I place my hands on her waist and pull her in, pressing my mouth on her. It’s just a short kiss, but the simplicity of it makes me wary.

  I never bought all that romantic shit about magical kisses and unicorns, but there’s something about this woman that’s clouding my fucking mind. She’s dangerous like that, I can tell. I guess this is the way most women feel when they are with me. Yeah, I’m Mr. Cocky asshole, nice to meet you too.

  “Shall we?” she asks me, and I nod.

  We get out of the apartment in silence. We’re standing side by side when I press the button to summon the elevator and, as we’re waiting, my hands brush accidently against hers.

  I feel her fingers twitch, and mine do so as well. The elevator opens with a quiet ding, and we step inside without even looking at each other. But then, as we face forward, our hands brush against one another again. This time I don’t fucking hesitate, I just turn my hand around and hold hers. She wraps her fingers around mine and, just like a fucking 16-year-old high-school couple discovering what sex and love really are, we hold hands as the elevator makes its way down.

  Yeah, I can’t believe this is fucking happening.

  I’ve had the sweetest women over in my apartment before Destiny, and some of them were even virgins, and now here I end up holding hands with a reformed porn star.