actually allison

I hang out in bars a lot. Well, I hang out in A bar a lot. And as things tend to go I started to have fantasies about having sex in the bar. Sometimes I dream about fucking the bartender on the pool table. Sometimes I wonder what it’d be like to shove a patron into the private bathroom in the back. Mostly thought I fantasize about the bartenders, I mean, they are the ones providing me with the alcohol.

So, let’s do the fantasy where the bartender fucks me on the pool table. I like that one better anyway.

It’s late. I’ve spent all day drinking with my friends and managed to close down the bar without noticing. We’ve already started to put on our scarves and bundled up to head out into the dead of cold when the bartender tells us we have to leave. My group stumbles out of the bar and into the fresh air. The door clicks shut and we all say goodbye and go our separate ways. Halfway to my car I realize I forgot my scarf and head back to the bar.

As I knock on the door, I hope that Mike hasn’t already gone into the back to finish cleaning up. After a second or two he walks over to the door and props it open a little. With a flirtatious smile, and a lot of exhaustion, he says, “We’re closed.”

“I forgot my scarf. Can I just run in and grab it real quick?”

He lets me in and I scoot all the way to the couches on the other side of the bar and retrieve my scarf from between the cushions. “Found it!” I yell and saunter back over to him doing a little burlesque dance with my newly acquired scarf. “Thank you very much Sir, how can I ever repay you?” I leaned up against the pool table, honestly waiting for an answer.

Mike walked away from the doorway and over to the pool table. “I can think of one thing you can do for me.” As he pushed me back into the pool table and wrapped his arms around me I melted. We kissed, tongues circling around each other and I felt his arms grab my ass and lift me onto the pool table. Between kisses, I mumbled, “I thought we weren’t supposed to sit on the pool tables.”

“Shush,” was the only noise he made. He pushed my shirt over my head as I leaned back onto the table. He caressed my breasts through my bra, eventually pulling them out over the top of my lacy trim. The feeling of the felt on my back and his lips on my nipples made me moan in ectsasy. He continued to toy and play with my nipples until I pushed his head down away from them. He took the hint and slowly planted kisses down my stomach to my waistband. We unbuttoned both of our pants and mine slid off in a flash. He ripped my panties down and began to kiss my thighs, my pussy mound and on my pelvic bone. He slipped one cold finger into my hot pussy. Then he put in two. Then three. He used all three fingers to find my g spot and rubbed it slowly. I moaned in pleasure when he added his thumb to my clit. Just the pressure of it sent chills up and down my spine. I spread my legs as far apart as they could go on the pool table trying to give him more space to fill me up. It didn’t take long for the orgasm to come and I couldn’t hold back either. Knowing that we were alone I let out one of the deepest moan/screams that I had ever had. He came back up to kiss me and then I sucked my juices off of his fingers.

“Holy shit, that is so hot.” I got turned on even more knowing that he thought my finger-sucking was that great.  I slid off the table and said, “You ain’t seen nothing yet.” And I reached for his boxer briefs and pulled out his swollen dick. I licked my lips at the sheer size of it; it must have been at least seven inches long and 1 ½ inches wide.  “This is what I really wanted.”

And with that I blew lightly on the tip of his penis. I could see the precum glisten in the overhead pool lights. I licked it off and slowly licked around the head of his penis. I used one hand to start massaging his balls and the other hand to wrap around the base of his penis. I’m not very good at deep throating, but I am very eager to get good and didn’t want to try to take too much at one time. I licked from the base of his penis to the tip, over the top and took the whole thing in my mouth. Giving head was one of those things I took pride in. I swirled my tongue around the ridge of his head and bobbed up and down on the tip with my lips pressed tightly around his cock. The sounds of his moaning told me this is what he liked. I continued to bob and tried to keep my lips tighter, constantly taking in more on each down stroke. “Don’t use your hands, ” he moaned. So I placed my hands on his hips and his hand started to pull at my hair. Soon enough he was fucking my mouth. He got faster and faster, and I could feel myself getting more turned on as I felt his cock get harder in my mouth. “I need to fuck you now.”

I jumped up on the pool table again and spread my legs across the edge, hooking one heel into a pocket. He grabbed my other leg and threw it over his shoulder. He pulled my ass over the edge of the table and immediately thrust into my tight pussy. The pain of nailing me to the hilt, was immediately overcome by how great it felt to be filled up like that. He started moving slowly in and out, and kissed on my ankle. I did my best to relax so that I could take more of him into me and not lose the “fullness” feeling he gave me. And then he stopped suddenly, just rubbing his pelvis against my clit in slow, clockwise circles. I reached around to his back to pull him closer to me, I couldn’t have enough of him in me!

He pulled my arms off of him and dropped my leg. He leaned down over me, pushing my arms out to the sides and began thrusting quick and hard into me. His tall torso gave him the perfect length to hold me down by my shoulders, so with every thrust I had nowhere to go and each thrust became more intense. My moaning couldn’t stop, I’m sure I’d come at least twice by now and I could immediately see the third one hitting me soon. His grunting had gotten more vocal, almost matching my own primordial urges. At about the moment I thought I couldn’t take it any more, he arched his back and pounded me one last time. I could feel his semen flow into me and I contracted my muscles to pull every drop of it out. He continued to slowly pump in me while his cock cooled down from our intense fucking.

When we were done I slid off the table and we got our clothes on as best as we could. I couldn’t walk straight, but did my best to have some sort of sexy saunter to kiss him goodbye. And without wobbling in my heels, I left the bar, determined to forget more things when he was working.