How Did I Get Here?
A quick little PwP story I came up with while out of town. It's hardly edited so comments welcome.
I stayed at the bar much longer than I anticipated. The bartender, Nate, had been entertaining me with his skills and flair for showmanship all night. I'd ordered a few myself and I think he made them a little strong, especially after my girls all bailed halfway through the night.
I was more than a little tipsy as the bar staff were cleaning up and I figured I should call an Uber to get home. As I was struggling with the app, Nate walked up and swiped my phone. He told me he was off in 10 minutes and he'd be more than happy to give me a ride home. I must have dozed off because I came too when Nate and a young server girl were buckling me into his front seat. I mumbled an embarrassed thanks. This was definitely NOT the way I wanted Nate to remember me.
Maybe I told him my address or maybe he got it from my license. Either way, I woke again when we were parked out front. I gladly accepted his offer to help me inside. I must have drank more than I thought that be THIS far gone!
I tried to thank and apologize for myself to Nate. I usually keep better control. He replied that he knew and that's why he'd been helping me along all night. I was puzzled until he suddenly tossed me down on my own bed and started undressing me. I struggled to fight but I was too uncoordinated by this time. He practically ripped my shirt and bra off and slid my panties off. I saw them go into his pocket. He didn't bother to undress himself or fumble with the tricky zipper on my skirt. He pushed me forwards, hiked my skirt up around my waist and fished himself out of his jeans.
The first moment I felt his cock was like electricity. Suddenly, being filled was all I could think about. I cried out underneath him and he started laughing. "The Bliss is finally working, huh? About damn time! I thought that shit would start working a while ago!"
I bucked back against him, hungry for more, begging for him to fuck me harder, deeper. I could feel my pleasure beginning to build in my belly. He grabbed my hair and growled that he was going to come deep inside me and I was going to like it and I was spilling over the edge, screaming and crying for him to fill me. My orgasm launched higher as I felt his balls lift and his seed spurt deep inside my pussy, knew that he'd found home and he was now spilling into my willing body.
He finished and pulled out. I could feel his cum starting to drip out of me even as he forced me to the floor so I could suck him clean. He patted my cheek, told me I was a good girl and a great fuck, and I could find him anytime I needed another seeing to.
That was four days ago. I'm standing outside the bar again...