Duro en la recepción de la boda

The sharp scent of spilled champagne and fresh-cut roses hit me the second I stepped into the crowded reception hall. My cock was already half-hard, straining against my suit pants because of her — Lena, the bartender my buddy had hired for his wedding. She was pouring drinks with this wicked little smile, her tight black vest hugging full tits that bounced every time she shook a shaker.

I slid onto a stool at the far end of the bar, away from the dancing crowd. The band was playing something slow and sultry. Lena glanced up, dark eyes locking on mine, and her lips parted like she already knew what I was thinking.

"Hey there, handsome. You look like you need something strong," she said, voice low and teasing as she leaned forward. Her cleavage spilled against the bar top. "Or maybe you just need to get that erection taken care of?"

My dick twitched hard at her words. Fuck, she was direct. Heat rushed through me.

"I noticed you watching me all night," I murmured, eyes dropping to her mouth. "Every time you bent over that ice bin my cock got harder. You doing that on purpose?"

Lena laughed softly, a throaty sound that went straight to my balls. She poured me a whiskey without asking, sliding it over with fingers that brushed mine and lingered.

"Maybe. Weddings make everyone horny. All that love in the air... and all that stiff cock hiding under fancy clothes." She bit her lip, glancing down like she could see the thick outline pressing against my zipper. "You've been rock-hard for twenty minutes. I can tell."

The explicit need between us snapped fast. No slow flirting. I reached across, grabbed her wrist gently, and pulled her closer. "Then do something about it, Lena. Before I drag you into the coat room."

Her breath hitched. She glanced around — the dance floor was packed, lights low, no one paying attention to the quiet end of the bar. "Bathroom. Now. Back one. I'll meet you in thirty seconds."

I stood, my erection throbbing painfully as I walked through the side door. The restroom was empty, dim, smelling of soap and secrecy. She slipped in right after me, locking the door with a click.

Lena didn't waste time. She pressed me against the wall, her hand sliding down to cup my hard cock through my pants. "God, it's so thick. Feel how it's pulsing for me?" she whispered hot against my ear, her fingers tracing the rigid length. We kissed deep and messy right away, tongues sliding, her soft moans vibrating into my mouth. My hands roamed her body, squeezing her tits through the vest, thumbs circling her nipples until they poked hard against the fabric.

She kept whispering dirty encouragement between kisses. "You like when I rub it like this? Your big erection is leaking already, I can feel the wet spot." Her palm stroked me firmly, making my hips buck. I groaned into her lips, tasting the sweetness of stolen cocktail cherries on her tongue.

I spun her around, bending her over the sink. Her ass pushed back against me as I yanked her short skirt up. No panties — just smooth, wet pussy lips already glistening. "You're soaked," I growled, voice rough with lust. I freed my cock, the heavy shaft springing out, veins pulsing, head dark and slick. Lena reached back, stroking it with quick twists of her wrist while we kept kissing sideways, desperate and open-mouthed.

"Fuck me with that hard dick," she begged in a whisper, guiding the tip to her entrance. "I want to feel every inch stretching me."

I thrust in fast, burying myself balls-deep in her tight, dripping pussy. She gasped, gripping the sink edge. The wet slap of skin filled the small room as I pounded her from behind, one hand tangled in her hair, the other reaching around to rub her swollen clit in tight circles. Her walls clenched around my erection with every stroke, hot and silky.

"Oh shit... it's so deep," she moaned, voice breaking. We kept kissing frantically whenever I pulled her up, lips crashing, tongues licking while my cock drove into her again and again. I slowed the pace suddenly, grinding slow and deliberate so she felt every ridge, whispering right against her mouth, "Tell me how my cock feels inside you."

"Like it's splitting me open in the best way... don't stop," she panted, her breath shaky. I spanked her ass lightly, making her yelp and laugh breathlessly. Then I pulled out, turned her to face me, and lifted one of her legs around my hip. We locked eyes as I slid back in, fucking her standing up with deep, rolling thrusts. Her tits bounced against my chest. Our kisses turned softer but no less hungry, lips brushing, tongues teasing while my thick erection worked her pussy harder.

Her clit rubbed against my shaft with every push. She started trembling. "I'm gonna cum... keep talking to me."

"Cum on my cock, Lena. Let me feel that pussy squeezing me," I whispered hotly, nipping her bottom lip. She shattered, crying out into my mouth as her orgasm hit, walls fluttering wildly around my dick. The sensation pushed me over. I buried myself deep and came hard, pulsing thick ropes of cum inside her, groaning against her tongue.

We stayed like that, breathing hard, still kissing lazily as my softening cock slipped out. A trickle of our mixed juices ran down her thigh.

Lena pulled back first, eyes sparkling with mischief. She smoothed her skirt and grinned. "Best wedding perk ever."

I laughed, zipping up, the tension gone and replaced by light, giddy warmth. "Think anyone noticed we disappeared?"

"Only if they heard me moaning your name." She winked, unlocking the door. "Now buy me a drink, stud. Your erection started all this."

We slipped back into the party holding hands, both still flushed, laughter bubbling up between us like the champagne on every table.