Late Night Ass Reunion

The moment I saw her bent over the bar wiping down the counters, my cock twitched hard. Sarah’s ass was still the same perfect, juicy heart-shape that had haunted my jerk-off sessions back in senior year—round, firm, and begging to be grabbed. Ten years later, she owned this little Italian place, and I was the last customer nursing a whiskey while the staff trickled out the back door.

She straightened up, caught me staring, and smirked. Her black pencil skirt hugged those cheeks like it was painted on.

“Still can’t keep your eyes off my butt, huh, Mike?” she teased, voice low and smoky. “Some things never change.”

I grinned, heat rushing to my groin. “Guilty. That ass has only gotten better with age, Sarah. Fuck, it’s criminal.”

She laughed, a husky sound that went straight to my dick, then glanced at the empty restaurant. The lights were dimmed, the sign flipped to CLOSED. We were alone.

“Come here,” she said, crooking a finger. “Lock the front door first. I’ve been thinking about that dirty mouth of yours all night.”

I practically sprinted to flip the bolt. When I turned back she was already hiking her skirt up over her hips, revealing a black lace thong that disappeared between those plump cheeks. My mouth went dry.

“Goddamn, Sarah.” I crossed the room in three strides, hands immediately cupping her ass, squeezing the warm, soft flesh. It filled my palms perfectly. “You have no idea how many times I jerked off imagining this exact ass.”

She pushed back against me, grinding that juicy butt against the bulge in my pants. “Then stop talking and show me, asshole. I want it rough tonight.”

I dropped to my knees right there on the tiled floor behind the bar. The scent of her—warm skin, faint perfume, and growing wetness—hit me like a drug. I hooked my fingers in the thong and peeled it down her thighs. Her pussy lips were already slick and puffy, but my eyes kept locking on that tight little anus winking above it.

I spread her cheeks wide, leaned in, and dragged my tongue straight up her crack.

“Fuck yes,” she moaned, gripping the edge of the bar. “Lick my ass, Mike. I’ve wanted your tongue on my asshole since we were eighteen.”

I growled against her skin and went to work, circling her tight ring with the flat of my tongue before stabbing the tip inside. She tasted clean and filthy at the same time. Her hips bucked, pushing that fat ass harder onto my face. I ate her rim like a starving man, loud wet slurps echoing in the empty restaurant while my fingers found her dripping pussy and plunged two inside.

“Oh shit… right there,” she gasped, voice breaking. “Finger-fuck my cunt while you tongue my butt. Don’t you dare stop.”

Her juices ran down my wrist. I curled my fingers, hitting her G-spot while I sucked on her puckered hole. She started shaking, thighs trembling, that big round ass smothering me in the best way. When she came the first time it was sudden and loud—her asshole clenching on my tongue, pussy gushing around my fingers.

“Fuuuuck, Mike! I’m cumming on your face!”

I didn’t let her recover. I stood up, unzipped, and freed my throbbing cock. It slapped heavy against her left cheek, leaving a wet streak of pre-cum. She looked back over her shoulder, eyes glassy with lust.

“Put it in my ass,” she demanded, voice hoarse. “I want you balls-deep in my butt right now.”

I spat on my cock, rubbed the head against her spit-slicked anus, and pushed. The tight ring popped open around my thick shaft with a filthy wet sound. Inch by inch I sank into the scorching heat of her ass, groaning at how perfectly she gripped me.

“Jesus Christ, your asshole is swallowing my cock,” I grunted, gripping her hips. “So fucking tight and hot.”

She pushed back until my balls rested against her wet pussy. “Move, dammit. Fuck my ass like you own it.”

I started pounding her right there against the bar, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. Each thrust made her juicy cheeks ripple. I reached around and rubbed her swollen clit while I reamed her asshole harder, faster. She was babbling now, filthy and broken.

“Harder… wreck my butt… oh god your dick feels so good stretching my shithole…”

I pulled out suddenly, spun her around, and lifted her onto the bar top. Her legs spread wide, skirt bunched at her waist, that glistening asshole slightly open from the pounding. I shoved back in missionary-style, watching her tits bounce under her blouse as I drilled her ass again.

Her fingers flew to her clit, rubbing frantic circles. “I’m gonna cum again… don’t pull out. Fill my ass with your cum, Mike!”

The pressure built fast. I felt her asshole clamp down like a vice as she squirted around my thrusting cock, soaking the front of my shirt. That pushed me over. I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, thick ropes of hot cum flooding deep into her bowels.

We stayed locked together, panting, sweat dripping. I kissed her hard, tasting the faint salt of her skin.

“Best class reunion ever,” she whispered against my lips, clenching her ass around my softening cock with a wicked little smile. “Next time I’m riding your face until I drown you in these cheeks.”

I laughed, already feeling my dick twitch inside her again. The night was young, and that perfect butt was all mine.