Bar Service

If you've read my other stories here at Richard's Realm then you know me.
But just to fill you in, I'm 26, Hispanic, 32-24-34 and kinda small at 5'5".
And I love men! I go lots to the clubs and dance and flirt and drive the
guys crazy, and they drive me crazy too!
So anyway, I was sitting at the bar in a club I like to go to. I had danced
with some really kewl guys and was feeling pretty sexed up from all the
drinking and dancing. The place was clearing out and my cuņadas
(girlfriends) had gone home, or got picked up, or who knows, and I was
having a nice time with the bartender. He knows I get around cause he's seen
me come and go with different guys all the time. He tells me I'm the sexiest
girl in the place (yeah right!) and that he watches me dance. I think he's
cool; he's about 40, dark complexion with some gray, but his bod is like
totally buf. He looks totally fab and he has a really kewl trim beard that
is soo sexy.
I was wearing a clingy little white skirt and a shiny tank top with
spaghetti straps. The club had just put in a new bar and I commented on how
nice it looked.
He gave me a sly smile and said, "Yeah, we've served drinks on it for a few
days now, but it hasn't been, you know, dedicated, broken in."
I knew he was getting to something. "Oh really?" I asked. "Are you going to
have some kind of ceremony?"
"Well, not exactly." He was actually a little sheepish. I was hooked! "It's
kind of a tradition for somebody to, y'know, like, do it on a new bar to
y'know, break it in right. This bar is still waiting for its first."
I was shocked. "You mean, like sex?" Older guys never come out and say it to
your face.
He smiled. "Yeah. Be the first to do it on this virgin expanse of fine
mahogany."
"Me?"
He acted surprised. He looked around for a moment as if he was thinking it
over. "There's not a girl in the place that could do a better job of it than
you could."
With you?"
"If you want to."
I had never been propositioned before by a man who didn't already have his
tongue in my ear. I was a little flustered, but the idea felt so right. I
was still all tingly from the guys who had danced with me and put their
hands all over me. I had grabbed so many men's shoulders and butts tonight I
was feeling hot and sexy and ready for a man!
I sipped my drink for a few minutes while he worked. When he came around
again I leaned over the bar and whispered, "Can I get some service here?"
I watched his eyes. He didn't really think I would take him up on it! He
recovered quickly. He put his hand on the bar just touching my breast and
said, "You bet, sweetheart! Let me clear the place out and lock up!"
I finished up my last drink and watched him work. I couldn't stop thinking
'geez in about ten minutes this guy is gonna come over here and screw me!' I
was starting to get really excited. I kept touching the new bar like I was
doing it a favor or something. Like it was waiting for me. It's silly I
know; just part of the mind game I guess. Anyway, I was ready to jump out of
my skin by the time he locked up the front and made excuses to shoo out the
other helpers.
By the time he came back into the bar I had gotten really silly. He found me
lying on my side up on the new bar. As soon as I saw him I demanded "Serve
me!"
He smiled. He walked right up close to me and said, "OK, girl. Do you like
it straight up or on the rocks?"
I went limp. "Just give me the best in the house."
He went down to my feet and took off my shoes. He took off my panties too
and started to kiss and tongue and fondle my thighs and belly. Everywhere he
touched me was like electricity going through me. I was gasping for air. I
felt like I was exploding like a firecracker. I guess he took off my skirt
but I don't know when. Soon his mouth was all over my pussy and his hands
were squeezing and fondling my breasts. His hands were so firm as he cupped
each breast and pressed it and kneaded it. I held on to the back of his head
and the edge of the bar. I squeezed him tight with my thighs as his tongue
probed up deep inside my pussy.
I'm really starting to like older men! They act like I'm always the first
one; they take it slow and they explore every part of my body a little bit
at a time. They know when it's time to turn up the heat and when it's time
to take it slow.
I was completely turned on by this time. I had my legs wrapped desperately
around his shoulders. His face was buried between my legs and his beard
rubbing my thighs and crotch were making me absolutely wild! Finally I
reached a plateau where I could relax a little and feel the nuance of his
tongue and lips and teeth eating me out. Every now and then his tongue or
lips would put a gentle pressure on my clit and raise me to a higher level
of excitement. My legs finally released their grip and lay limp across his
back. After a few more glorious minutes he came up for air.
I ripped off my top while he took off his clothes. He climbed up on the bar
on his hands and knees and started doing 69 on me. I took his meaty dick in
my hands and caressed it. It was hot to the touch and hard hard hard. The
tip was already wet with his precum. I smeared it around the knob on his
dick and arched my neck so I could put it in my mouth. My other hand pressed
up against his belly. He was firm!
By now he was cradling my butt in his hands and lapping at my wet pussy. I
could feel him even sucking the juice out of my pubes. Oh, I could hardly
concentrate on his dick in my mouth he was giving it to me so good down
there! After a few minutes of this he came. I should say he blasted! Huge
gobs of cum landed slick and hot on my tits and my belly. He scrunched down
and humped my tits and belly and smeared his cum all over me. I sucked his
balls while he humped me and moaned in pleasure.
We were both wet with sweat and cum and who knows what. I was exhausted but
still ready for more. I was rubbing myself all over with excitement. I
didn't want the feeling to fade.
After the wave had passed, he reached down behind the bar and pulled out a
bottle of Vodka. He poured the Vodka all over his dick and pubes down there
like a rinse. 'How sweet,' I thought. 'He even remembers my brand!'
 "OK," he said, "let's have dessert!"
He lay back on the bar and I got over him for more 69. I'd never done this
much oral with anyone, or enjoyed it more. I straddled his face and he was
ready. His hands were wound around my waist; he could almost reach all the
way around me with just his open hands. He used his strong arms to pull me
firmly down against his mouth and the ecstasy started building again. He was
taller than me, so I could just lie across his chest and fondle and suck and
titfuck his dick. The smell and taste of the Vodka rinse was, well,
intoxicating, I licked it off every part of hid crotch and sucked it out of
his pubes. Pretty soon his attentions to my pussy were sending me into orbit
again. Not the wild electric ride like before, but a rising flood of
pleasure and excitement. Sometimes I would have to stop sucking him to arch
up and give him the perfect angle to probe deep up inside me, or I would
just hump and hump him as he took away all my self-control.
By now I had been so well served I hardly realized that this was just the
beginning. I'd be done and happy with most guys by now; ride the wave. I
could see this ride getting higher and higher with no end in sight.
He could've eaten my pussy all night, I'm sure, but now that I'd had a taste
of his dick I was ready for more. I shifted around so that now I was
straddling his beautiful dick, and I just dry humped him for a while so I
could feel the ridge of it slide between my pussy lips. He was moaning and
grunting again. I lay across him and kissed his mouth and neck. I could
smell and taste my pussy in his beard. Geez what a turn on this guy was!
His hands wandered all over my breasts and waist and butt. He kept arching
up and thrusting to try and get his dick up inside me. Finally I wriggled
around so it just started to slip up inside me. I was so completely and
totally stimulated I could hardly tell when it started its path up inside my
pussy. I could feel my body take over as he started thrusting deeper and
deeper. We started a rhythm of pumping and I knew that this time I was gonna
fly right over the top. He kept his pace measured and long. I could tell he
was not going to rush me on this one, but push me as high as I could go. His
dick slid smoothly in and out and I savored every inch of every stroke.
Sometimes he would change the timing or the angle a little bit, and I would
grab his shoulders or lay down across him and just take it all in. Usually I
get excited and start to rush to the climax, but this time it was like I
knew this was going to be the biggest cum of my life but I was in no hurry
to get there. We just fucked and fucked and let it build up. My breathing
started getting heavy again, but not the gasps of pleasure like when we
started, they were deep gulps of air because I was taking my little body to
the max! I was so ready to cum my head hurt. He could feel my grasp tighten
and my thighs ride his hips harder. I could tell he was cumming again
because his thrusts were now longer and harder. He grabbed my hips and
pulled me down hard against him while he arched up off the bar. Over and
over; harder and longer. He was giving out these long aaaaaaahhhhhhs and
fucking me really hard now, and the huge wave of pleasure finally came
crashing over me. I held on for dear life while I took him as deep as I
could and then rocked and rolled and ground my pussy into him as hard as I
could. I was practically yelling incomprehensible talk to him while I rode
the wave.
When we finished I just went limp. I could hear him telling me sweet things
while he kissed my neck and shoulders and his hands rubbed my back and waist
and butt. We stayed like that a long time.

I don't look at bars quite the same anymore. And when a bartender comes up
to me and asks 'whatcanIgetcha?' I just have to smile.