You decide to see what the singles scene looks like now that sexual taboos have been relaxed a bit. Leaving the coffee shop in Sandy's capable hands, you drive to your local watering hole.
It's late enough in the morning that the joint has just opened, but early enough that last night's regulars are still sleeping off their hangovers. Behind the counter a smoking-hot bartender, a slip of a girl barely old enough to drink herself with short blonde hair in a clinging white baby tee. She's lazily wiping the bar while she chats with the floor waitress on one of the stools - a curvy twenty-something with auburn hair to the middle of her back wearing a black cocktail dress with a deep neckline. You recognize them from previous visits; it's Liz and Danielle opening today.
Danielle the waitress walks to you and smiles in recognition as you stand just inside the door. "Good morning! You're up early."
"Yeah," you respond, "I just thought I'd drop in and see what it's like here when I'm not completely plastered."
"Not much going on, yet," Danielle responds. "Pick any seat in the house. Hungry or thirsty?" You grab a corner table and order a sandwich. The blond pixie steps into the kitchen, and you can see for just a moment a buxom middle-aged woman clad only in an apron with her hair tied tightly back (wouldn't want your favorite bar to get fined for health code violation!).
Danielle has a seat at your table while you're waiting. "So what do you guys do in the mornings when no one's here?" you inquire.
"Not a whole lot," she responds. "Sometimes there's some cleaning, but it's always slow until the lunch crowd gets here. We'll talk about who we banged last night, maybe if we get really horny we'll make out in the back."
"You've fucked Liz?" you ask.
"Sure, and Sonya." Off your look, she continues, "The cook. I don't think you've met her. She used to work the floor until she got tired of guys grabbing her ass. Can't blame 'em, it's a great ass." Danielle leans forward, her breasts almost popping out of her dress, and whispers, "Don't look, but Liz is trying to get herself off with the soda gun behind the counter. I don't think she got any last night." Subtly you move your eyes toward the bar. Liz is doing her best to lean nonchalantly forward, but she's got one hand under the counter and she keeps biting her lower lip.
"Wow. Does she do that often?" you say as your dick hardens.
"Only when she goes a day or two without cock. I can suck her, I can finger her, but it's just not the same as that full feeling when a guy's inside you." You suddenly notice that Danielle's nipples are poking through her top. Meanwhile, Liz has noticed you staring and is now red-faced...but her hand stays below the counter.
"Say, while I'm waiting, I've always wanted to see those breasts of yours in action. How about a titjob?" you proposition Danielle.
"Sure thing!" She kneels in front of you and lifts her breasts out the top of her dress. Squeezing her arms together forms them into perfect spheres for your appreciation. Then she unzips your pants and drags you forward in your chair until she can wrap them around your manhood. "Do me one favor though? If you come, come in my mouth. I don't want to get my clothes dirty this early." Her warm flesh strokes your shaft, pointed directly at her pouting lips. "On a busy night I usually have to change two or three times because of the cum stains. I go through these little black dresses like crazy."
You tuck Danielle's hair behind her ears, then gently push her head down. Her lips eagerly drop to massage your head, the only part of your cock left exposed by her generous breasts. Liz is watching intently from the bar, so you beckon her over. As she walks around the counter you realize that her lower body is naked, shaved, and absolutely soaked. "Did that soda gun get you to cum yet?" you ask.
She shakes her head. "I just really, really need to get fucked right now," she says plaintively. She sets her hands on the table, crossing her legs and flexing her thighs.
Wanting to help the poor girl, you extract yourself from Danielle, who whines slightly as you slip out of her mouth. You step behind Liz and spread her quivering legs. Her pink little pussy lips are wide open from all her toying. You grab her hips in either hand and push until your head pops inside her. Her body jerks involuntarily, but you hold her still and slowly work the rest of your shaft up inside her. Liz is mewling and squirming, but you keep your grip until you're completely filling her. On a hunch, you crane around Liz's tiny body to see Danielle crouched on the floor, busily tonguing the blonde's clit. You start thrusting in earnest, enjoying Liz's tightness every time you push into her.
Her breathing intensifies. "I can't take it, Dani keep sucking me! I'm gonna-" She cuts out in a wordless high gasp and her pussy clamps down on you. Knowing you can't take any more, you drag her hips to you and pound her as deep as you can reach. With each thrust you spurt deep into her womb, cumming hard and fast inside her. You withdraw from the tiny girl and have to ease her to the floor; her legs have given out and she's still panting.
Danielle quickly attaches herself to your cock, happily purring. "Your cum is so sweet together," she comments while cleaning you with her tongue. As you settle back into the booth, spent, the redhead crawls back to the exhausted blonde and starts lapping at the sperm that has leaked out of her.
"Doesn't seem right that the cook should get sloppy seconds," says a voice from the bar. You turn your attention to Sonya, who has seated herself on a stool and is casually rubbing herself. "But I'll take what I can get." She stands and walks toward the three of you. |