Rainy Night Mistress

The rain hammered against the windows of the tiny corner cafe, turning the street outside into a glistening blur. I wiped down the polished oak bar for the third time, my eyes locked on her from the moment she stepped inside. Elena was soaked, her thin white blouse clinging to full breasts and hard nipples, water dripping from her dark hair down her neck. Tension crackled between us instantly, her sharp green eyes meeting mine with a knowing smirk that made my cock twitch in my jeans.

"Evening, bartender," she said, sliding onto the stool closest to me. Her voice was low, velvet-smooth. "Looks like I'm your only customer tonight. Pour me a whiskey, neat. And make it quick."

"Coming right up, miss," I replied, my hands steady despite the heat building in my gut. I poured the amber liquid, sliding the glass across the bar. "Name's Marcus. Rough night out there?"

She took a slow sip, her red lips wrapping around the rim. "Elena. And it's about to get much rougher if you keep staring at my tits like that." Her laugh was soft, teasing. She leaned forward, the wet fabric outlining every curve. "You like what you see, Marcus? Good. Because tonight, I'm in charge. Call me Mistress."

My pulse spiked. The cafe was empty, the rain masking any noise from the world outside. I swallowed hard. "Yes, Mistress."

She smiled, that dominant glint flashing in her eyes. Within minutes, she had me around the bar, her hand fisting my shirt as she pulled me close. "On your knees. Now." Her command sent a jolt straight to my dick. I dropped, the wooden floor cool against my legs as she hiked up her short black skirt, revealing lace panties already damp from more than just the rain.

Elena spread her thighs, gripping my hair firmly. "Lick my pussy, bartender. Show me how well you serve." I buried my face between her legs, inhaling her musky scent mixed with rain. My tongue dragged along her slit, tasting her sweet wetness as I flicked her swollen clit. She moaned, hips rocking against my mouth. "That's it... deeper. Suck on it like you mean it."

Her juices coated my lips and chin while I worked her relentlessly, two fingers sliding into her tight heat, curling to hit that spot that made her gasp. The rain pounded harder, matching the rhythm of her grinding. "Fuck, you're good at this," she breathed, her grip tightening in my hair. "Don't you dare stop until I cum on your face."

She shattered moments later, thighs clamping around my head, her pussy pulsing and squirting a hot rush over my tongue. "Yes... oh fuck yes!" Her cry echoed softly in the empty cafe. But Elena wasn't done. She yanked me up, spinning me against the bar counter, her hands already freeing my throbbing cock from my pants.

"Look at this big dick, all hard for your Mistress." She stroked me roughly, thumb circling the leaking tip. "Bend over the bar." I obeyed, gripping the edge as she pressed against my back, her breath hot on my neck. She spat on her fingers and worked them into my ass first, stretching me with firm, commanding thrusts that made my cock jerk against the wood.

Then she reached behind the bar, grabbing a thick, smooth bottle of olive oil from the shelf. "This will do nicely." She drizzled the slick liquid over my hole and her hand, then guided the rounded neck of the bottle against me. Slowly, she pushed it in, the cool glass stretching my ass wide as she fucked me with it in steady strokes. The fullness was intense, every inch sending sparks through me while she reached around to pump my cock in time.

"You like that, don't you? Getting used by your Mistress in this little cafe while the rain hides us." Her dirty words pushed me closer. She twisted the bottle, hitting that perfect angle, and I groaned, balls tightening. "Cum for me now. Shoot it all over the floor like a good boy."

I exploded hard, ropes of thick cum splattering the tiles beneath us as my ass clenched around the invading glass. Elena pulled it free gently, then turned me to face her, dropping to her knees for the first time. Her mouth engulfed my still-hard cock in one smooth motion, deepthroating me with expert skill, sucking every last drop while her fingers teased my sensitive balls.

"Mmm, you taste delicious," she murmured, licking her lips as she stood, pulling me into a fierce kiss that tasted of whiskey and her own pussy. The rain began to ease outside, but the heat between us only burned hotter. We cleaned up quickly, sharing soft laughs and lingering touches, already whispering about her coming back tomorrow night to claim her eager bartender again.