I’ve worked with a lot of hot bartender chicks — even fucked a few of them — but the hottest experience I ever had was about three years ago with this girl named Kristen.

We worked together at an upscale restaurant bar where you could easily go home with $400 a night in tips. The manager hired only the best-looking women, so I was surrounded by eye candy. This was San Diego, so there was no shortage of hotties.

Kristen was tall and Scandinavian-looking, with long blonde hair down to her elbows, bright green eyes, and a except for her perky, plump ass. I swear her ass had a mind of its own, shaking back and forth all over the bar, while every man’s eyes followed. She wore cute little outfits — tiny miniskirts, stilettos, silk shirts unbuttoned all the way to her tits — and she smelled expensive as fuck. Every time she walked by and I caught a whiff, I swear I got hard.

Sometimes when we were busy and she was bending over to get a glass, I would put my hands on her tiny waist, move past her ass, and imagine what it would be like to fuck her from behind. I’d fantasize about spreading those cheeks wide, thrusting up into her.

One night the manager got called out, and Kristen and I were left alone to shut down the bar. It was just the two of us. I had already locked the front door and she had cashed out. All we had to do was have a drink and tidy up. Kristen was bending over to pick up some bottles and I put my hands on her waist to move by her.

“You always do that,” she said giggling, after I had passed.

“Sorry,” I replied. “It’s tight back here. I’ll try not to do it again.”

“I kind of like it, actually,” she said, smiling.

“Oh yeah?” I asked.

I moved back behind her ass and returned my hands to her cartoon-size waist.

“Yeah,” she replied.

“Do you like it when I do this?” I asked, moving my hips against her ass so she could feel my cock getting hard.

“Oh, hell yeah,” she purred.

“How about this?” I asked, moving my hands under her blouse to where her firm tits hung completely braless. I scooped up those perfect handfuls, then squeezed each of her nipples.

“Mmmm,” she said.

And with that Kristen stood up, whirled around, and pressed herself against me. She kissed me hard, her tongue running wild, her hands on my chest. I grabbed onto her tight ass and she moaned into my mouth. I rubbed against her like I had before, only now with my cock pressed against her pussy. The only thing between us was our clothes.

I pinned Kristen against the bar and unbuttoned her shirt. I cupped her tits again, leaning down to flick my tongue across her nipples. She dipped her head back and groaned, then I put my hand up her miniskirt, only to discover she wasn’t wearing panties, either. Her pussy was totally bare, the lips soft, and she was dripping wet.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” she said.

I began to circle her clit, but she demanded that I put two fingers inside her instead. I kept kissing her while I vigorously fucked her wet hole with my hand. She came just like that, standing up against the bar, and my mouth fell back to her perfect tits. Then she pulled my face up from her chest and dropped to her knees.

She unbuckled my pants with her teeth and pulled them off me. I stood behind the bar, naked from the waist down, while she sucked my cock like a pro, all the while looking up at me with those green eyes.

“I need you to fuck me,” she said, running her tongue from the bottom of my shaft to the head. I helped her up on top of the bar, laid her down, then climbed up on top of her. I put on a condom and kissed down her flat stomach, giving her little pink pussy a couple of licks.

“Take off your shirt,” she commanded, and I did.

I tilted up her ass and slowly rubbed my cockhead against her pussy hole and clit, until she was literally begging for me. I drove my cock into her, slow but deep, and she gasped and flung her arms out to clutch the sides of the bar.

“Faster,” she moaned, and I obeyed. She was still wearing her stilettos and she wrapped those long, tan legs around me. With her heels locked around my waist, I fucked her hard while she shrieked, coming on my cock again and again, twisting her own nipples and biting her lip so tight I thought it might bleed. She was writhing against me, bucking like a filly, and I knew that I was going to come soon, too. I quickly pulled out of her, ripped off the condom, and positioned myself to unload on her chest.

“Wait a minute, wait a minute,” she said, reaching down to the side of the bar. She came up smiling, holding a martini glass, which she placed against her chest.

We invented a new cocktail that night, as I blew one of the biggest loads of my life all over that glass and her gorgeous, tanned tits.

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