Midnight Tease at the Seaside Bar

The moment she slid onto the barstool, I felt my cock twitch. Elena was a vision in a clingy red sundress that barely contained her full tits, her tanned thighs crossing with a soft whisper of skin. The seaside hotel lounge was quiet after midnight, waves crashing faintly beyond the open deck, but all I could smell was her coconut lotion mixed with pure horny heat.

"Hey, handsome. Pour me something strong," she said, leaning forward so her cleavage spilled forward. Her dark eyes locked on mine, lips curved in a wicked smile. "Name's Elena. And you are...?"

"Jake," I replied, my voice already rough. I mixed her a rum punch, but my hands shook a little watching her nipples harden against the thin fabric. "You here alone?"

She took a slow sip, tongue darting out to catch a drop. "Yeah. Just needed to get away. But now I'm thinking I need more than a drink." Her foot brushed my leg under the bar. "You look like you could help with that, bartender."

My dick hardened instantly. I glanced around—no other guests, just the distant hum of the ocean. "You always this direct?"

"Only when I'm this wet already." Elena laughed softly, biting her lip. "Been watching you mix drinks all night from my balcony. Those arms... that ass in those tight pants. Fuck, I'm a horny slut tonight, Jake. No games."

I swallowed hard, blood rushing south. "Then get your pretty ass over here."

She didn't hesitate. Slipping behind the bar, she pressed against me, her hand cupping my bulge right away. "Mmm, big cock. Just what I need." Her fingers unzipped me fast, pulling out my thick shaft. It throbbed in her grip, pre-cum already beading at the tip.

I groaned, grabbing her tits through the dress and squeezing. "Shit, Elena... you're soaked, aren't you?"

"Check for yourself." She hiked up her dress—no panties. Her shaved pussy glistened under the dim bar lights, clit swollen and begging. I slid two fingers between her slick folds, feeling her juices coat me instantly. She moaned loud, hips bucking. "Yes... finger that wet cunt. Harder."

I pumped my fingers deep, curling them against her g-spot while my thumb circled her clit. Her breath hitched, tits heaving. "Oh god, Jake... your fingers feel so good. Don't stop. I'm such a dirty slut for this."

She dropped to her knees suddenly, the wooden floor creaking. Her hot mouth engulfed my cock in one smooth motion, lips stretching wide around my girth. The wet sounds of her sucking filled the bar—slurps and gags as she took me to the back of her throat. "Fuck, your mouth... so tight," I hissed, tangling my hand in her hair.

Elena pulled off with a pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to my glistening dick. "I love sucking cock. Especially a stranger's behind a bar." She licked from balls to tip, then deepthroated me again, humming vibrations shooting pleasure up my spine. Her free hand rubbed her own pussy furiously, fingers squelching in her wetness.

I couldn't take it. Hauling her up, I spun her around and bent her over the bar counter. Her juicy ass jiggled as I yanked the dress up higher. "Gonna fuck this horny pussy now." I rubbed my fat cockhead along her slit, teasing her entrance.

"Do it. Pound me," she begged, looking back with lust-glazed eyes. "Fill this slut up."

I thrust in hard, burying every inch in her dripping heat. Her walls clenched around me like velvet fire. "So fucking tight... and wet. Hear that?" The lewd smack of my hips against her ass echoed with each deep stroke. She cried out, pushing back to meet me.

"Yes! Harder, Jake! Fuck my cunt like you own it!" Her voice cracked into moans as I railed her faster, the bar rattling. I reached around to pinch her clit, making her squirt a little—hot juices splashing my balls.

I pulled out, flipping her to sit on the bar edge. Her legs wrapped around me as I slid back in, face to face now. We kissed messily, tongues battling while I hammered upward. Her tits bounced free from the dress; I sucked a hard nipple, biting gently. "Cum on my cock, you horny slut. Let me feel it."

"I'm close... oh shit, I'm cumming!" Elena's pussy spasmed wildly, milking me in rhythmic pulses. Her nails dug into my shoulders, body shaking as waves crashed through her. I kept thrusting through her orgasm, drawing it out until she was whimpering.

"Want your cum," she gasped, still trembling. "Pull out and paint my tits."

I yanked free at the last second, stroking my slick cock furiously. Thick ropes of cum erupted across her heaving breasts, splattering her neck and chin. She scooped some up with a finger, sucking it clean with a satisfied moan. "Mmm... tasty bartender load."

We panted together, the ocean breeze cooling our sweaty skin. Elena smiled lazily, wiping a streak of my seed from her cleavage. "Best nightcap ever. Think the hotel guests would mind if I come back tomorrow for round two?"

I chuckled, tucking myself away as she straightened her dress. "Only if you promise to be just as much of a horny slut."

"Deal," she whispered, kissing me once more before slipping back into the night, leaving me aching for more.