After Hours Pour

The dim lights of the restaurant cast long shadows across the empty tables, but the heat between us had been building all night. I watched Lena, the fiery bartender with her tight black shirt stretched over full tits, wipe down the bar with slow strokes that made my cock twitch every time she leaned forward. She was the last guest—somehow she’d lingered after her friends left, nursing a whiskey while I closed up. Tension crackled in the air like static, her dark eyes flicking to my crotch more than once.

“Jake, you gonna kick me out or what?” she asked, voice low and teasing as she swirled the last of her drink.

I locked the front door with a click that echoed too loud. “Nah. Place is closed, but the bar’s still open for you.” My pulse hammered. I’d wanted to bend her over that polished wood for weeks.

She smirked, pushing her glass aside. “Good. Because I’ve been wet since you poured my third round. Come here.”

I rounded the bar fast, and she met me halfway, grabbing my shirt and pulling me into a hungry kiss. Her tongue slid against mine, tasting of whiskey and heat. My hands roamed down her back to grip her firm ass, squeezing hard enough to make her moan into my mouth.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I growled against her lips, already rock hard.

Lena’s fingers worked my belt open with practiced speed. “Show me that big cock you’ve been hiding under that apron all shift.” She dropped to her knees right there on the rubber mat behind the bar, yanking my pants down. My thick dick sprang free, heavy and veined, the head already glistening. She licked her lips. “Mmm, just like I imagined.”

Without hesitation she took me deep, her warm mouth stretching around my girth. The wet sounds of her sucking filled the quiet restaurant—slurps and gags as she bobbed, taking me to the back of her throat. I tangled my fingers in her dark hair, guiding her rhythm, hips bucking gently.

“Shit, Lena… your mouth is perfect. Suck it harder, baby.”

She hummed around my shaft, one hand cupping my balls while the other stroked what she couldn’t swallow. Saliva dripped down her chin onto her shirt, making the fabric cling to her hard nipples. I could smell her arousal mixing with the faint scent of spilled liquor. My thighs trembled as she worked me faster, eyes watering but locked on mine with pure lust.

I pulled her up before I lost it, spinning her around and bending her over the bar. Glasses rattled as I hiked up her short skirt, revealing a soaked black thong. I ripped it aside, exposing her shaved pussy, lips puffy and dripping. “Look at this wet cunt. You’ve been aching for me, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasped, arching her back. “Fuck me, Jake. Fill me up right here.”

I rubbed my cockhead along her slit, coating it in her juices, then thrust in hard. Her tight walls gripped me like velvet fire, sucking me deeper with every inch. She cried out, pushing back to take all of me. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed as I started pounding her, deep and relentless—hardcore strokes that made her tits bounce against the bar top.

“Oh god, yes! Harder… fuck my pussy like that!” Lena moaned, knuckles white on the edge of the counter. I reached around to rub her swollen clit in tight circles, feeling her tremble. Her juices ran down my balls with every thrust, the smell of sex thick in the air.

I smacked her ass, watching it jiggle, then pulled out and flipped her onto her back on the bar. Bottles clinked as I spread her legs wide, hooking them over my shoulders. Sliding back inside her dripping hole, I fucked her even deeper this way, grinding against her clit with every plunge. Her head fell back, mouth open in silent screams of pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum… don’t stop, Jake, please!” Her pussy clenched around me in waves, squirting a little as her orgasm hit hard. I kept pounding through it, chasing my own release, sweat dripping down my chest onto her heaving tits.

“Cum inside me,” she begged, nails digging into my arms. “I want to feel it.”

With a guttural groan I buried myself to the hilt and exploded, thick ropes of hot cum flooding her spasming cunt. We stayed locked together, panting, her legs shaking around me as aftershocks rippled through her.

Finally I pulled out slowly, watching my seed leak from her swollen pussy onto the bar. Lena sat up with a lazy, satisfied grin, running a finger through the mess and tasting it.

“Best last call ever,” she whispered, pulling me in for another deep kiss.

We cleaned up the bar together after that, but both of us knew this was only round one.