After Hours Craving

The restaurant lights were dimmed to a soft amber glow, chairs already flipped onto tables. I’d stayed late again, nursing my usual whiskey at the bar, watching Lena wipe down the last booth. Her black skirt hugged that tight ass like it was painted on, and every time she bent over I felt my cock twitch against my zipper. She was thirty-two, sharp-tongued, and had been serving me three nights a week for months. Tonight the air felt thicker, charged, like we both knew the place was finally empty.

Lena straightened up, tossed the rag aside, and caught me staring. A slow smirk curved her lips.

“You’re still here, Mike. Everyone else is gone. You gonna make me kick you out?”

Her voice had that husky edge that always went straight to my dick. I set my glass down, pulse kicking up.

“Thought maybe you wanted company while you lock up. Been watching you all night, Lena. That skirt’s been driving me crazy.”

She stepped closer, hips swaying. The scent of her—vanilla, sweat, and something warmer—hit me hard. Her dark eyes dropped to the obvious bulge in my jeans, and she licked her bottom lip.

“Been noticing that too. You always sit in my section with that big cock half-hard. Wondered how long before one of us snapped.”

My hand shot out, fingers wrapping around her wrist. I pulled her between my knees at the barstool. “Snap, then. I’m done pretending I don’t want to bend you over every table in this place.”

Lena’s breath caught, but her smile turned filthy. She reached down and palmed me through the denim, squeezing the thick length.

“Fuck, you’re huge. Feels even bigger than it looks.” Her fingers worked my zipper open with practiced ease. “Show me, Mike. I want to see that cock I’ve been teasing for months.”

I groaned as she freed me. My dick sprang out heavy and veined, the fat head already glistening with pre-cum. She wrapped both hands around the shaft, stroking slowly, eyes wide with hungry appreciation.

“Jesus, it’s so thick. Look at this monster.” She pumped me harder, thumb swirling over the slick tip. “You gonna let me taste it?”

Before I could answer she dropped to her knees right there on the tiled floor. Her warm mouth engulfed the head in one wet slide, tongue swirling greedily. The wet sucking sounds filled the empty restaurant. I tangled my fingers in her dark ponytail and thrust gently, feeding her another inch.

“Fuck, Lena… suck that cock. Deeper, baby. That’s it.”

She moaned around my thickness, cheeks hollowing as she took me halfway. Saliva dripped down my balls while she bobbed faster, gagging softly when I hit the back of her throat. The sight of her lipstick smeared along my shaft made me throb harder.

I pulled her up suddenly, spinning her around and bending her over the polished bar. Her skirt rode up, revealing a black lace thong already soaked. I yanked it aside, fingers sliding through her slick, shaved pussy lips.

“God, you’re dripping. This cunt’s been waiting for me, hasn’t it?”

“Yes,” she gasped, pushing back against my hand. “Fuck me, Mike. Shove that big cock inside me. I need it now.”

I lined up the fat head and thrust in hard. Her tight walls stretched around me with a wet squelch, gripping every inch. Lena cried out, nails scratching the bar top as I buried myself balls-deep.

“Fuuuck, it’s splitting me open. So big… don’t stop.”

I started pounding her, hips slapping against her juicy ass. The sound of skin on skin echoed off the empty tables. I reached around, rubbing her swollen clit in tight circles while I fucked her deep and steady.

“You like this fat cock stretching your pussy, don’t you? Tell me.”

“God yes,” she moaned, voice breaking on every thrust. “Harder, Mike. Fuck me like you own it. I’m your slut tonight.”

I grabbed her hips and gave her what she begged for, slamming into her faster. Her cunt clenched and fluttered, juices running down my balls. I felt her first orgasm hit—she screamed, body shaking, pussy milking me in rhythmic spasms.

I pulled out, breathing hard, and flipped her onto her back on the bar. Plates clattered to the floor but neither of us cared. I hooked her legs over my shoulders and drove back in, watching her tits bounce under her tight blouse with every brutal stroke.

“Look at me while I fuck you,” I growled. Her eyes locked on mine, glassy with lust. I reached down and pinched her clit, making her jolt.

“I’m gonna cum inside this greedy cunt. You want that load?”

“Yes, fill me up,” she panted, nails digging into my arms. “Give me every drop of that hot cum.”

My pace turned frantic, the bar creaking beneath us. Her second orgasm crashed over her first, pussy gushing around my cock. The tight squeeze sent me over—my balls tightened and I buried myself to the hilt, roaring as thick ropes of cum flooded her spasming walls. I kept grinding through it, pumping every last spurt deep until it leaked out around my shaft.

We stayed locked together, panting, sweat cooling on our skin. Lena’s fingers traced lazy circles on my chest.

“Next time you come in, I’m skipping the specials and going straight for dessert,” she whispered with a wicked grin.

I kissed her slow and deep, my cock still twitching inside her.

“Deal. But I’m eating first.”