Pretty women always seemed to get stronger drinks from Teddy.

I’d flirted with the bartender mercilessly for months while I was out with my girlfriends. One night I noticed that my drink could probably have taken the fucking paint off a car. I must have been lookin’ good.

I watched him as he went into the backroom of the bar. My girlfriends chattered like birds on a wire, and I shifted on my stool because just watching the way Teddy’s ass moved in his snug, faded jeans made my pussy wet.

He emerged a moment later and called out to me above the din, saying, “Bulb in the vestibule is out.” He winked at me as he approached on his way to the front door, and the air in my lungs seemed to disappear. He tugged at my hair as he passed me by, and I was shocked that such a simple gesture could make my nipples tighten.

Teddy knew I was married, and I knew he knew. It didn’t seem to matter when it came to our hot and heavy flirting, and I was kind of hoping — as I hopped off my stool and followed him — that it wouldn’t matter at all. It was just a whim, but one I very much wanted to follow.

In the vestibule, he was up on a stepladder, under the housing for the light. He glanced down, and when he saw it was me, he cocked an eyebrow.

“What’s up, buttercup?”

I moved closer, praying the door behind me wouldn’t swing open — and equally hoping the front door wouldn’t either.

I boldly put my hand on his thigh and said, “Nothing. Just seeing if you needed help.” There was plenty of suggestion in my voice, and I dragged my nails across the faded denim that covered his thigh.

“Not with a light bulb,” he said, his voice just as suggestive as mine.

I moved my hand up to cup the growing bulge behind his zipper. I gave his package a light squeeze and asked, “What did you have in mind?”

“What did you have in mind?” he countered. Then he climbed down slowly, letting me slide my hands along his body as he moved.

His cock was hard. I’d felt it — and that was all I could focus on.

He folded up the stool, pushed his hand beneath my long hair and cradled my neck. His eyes were a warm whiskey-brown. He pulled me close and kissed me. His tongue touched mine, and I felt a rush of my juices flood my panties. My stomach clenched with excitement, and my head buzzed.

“You sure about this?” he pulled back to ask.

“Very. Kiss me again.”

He kissed me again, and I dragged a finger down the length of his cock just to feel his hard-on again. He was still on duty. Nothing could happen right then, at least not more than what we were already doing. But I wanted him to think of nothing else for the next hour until his shift ended.

Teddy looked around, smiled, and then bent to suck my nipple through my black blouse. His mouth left a wet ring around my nipple. He grabbed my ass, squeezed it and whispered in my ear, “I’ve been thinking about fucking you since the first time I saw you.”

“That was months ago.”

“Lots of hard-ons, lots of jerking off.”

“Surely, you can get laid.”

“Oh, I get laid, but I won’t lie. More than once I was picturing you while I screwed someone else.”

His confession turned me on more than I thought it should.

“In an hour, you can have me,” I said.

He nodded. “An hour.”

He pushed his mouth to my ear again and whispered, “How wet is your pussy inside those jeans?”

“Soaked,” I told him honestly, before turning on my heel and heading back into the bar.

That hour seemed like a century. I begged off going to another club with the girls, claiming a headache. I told them not to worry about me; I’d stay behind, finish my drink and then go home.

That, of course, was a total lie.

When Teddy’s shift ended at 10 he winked at me and went into the back to clock out. I headed out to my car but just stood there, waiting for him.

He came out a few minutes later, nodded to a red truck near the back of the lot and took my hand. My heart was pounding, and my pussy was clenching randomly because I was so aroused. I smelled the night air and saw the stars starting to peek out of the inky-black sky.

“My place okay?” he asked.

“Perfect.”

He drove quickly, and we arrived at his home in no time. It was a small house that had been converted into two apartments.

“I’m upstairs,” he said. Then he waved me ahead of him. “I think I’ll like the view. Actually, I know I’ll like the view,” he added with a laugh.

I climbed slowly, letting him watch my ass as much as he wanted.

At the top of the steps, he unlocked his door. I walked in and glanced quickly around the place. Then I turned to him and drew down his zipper.

“Right to it?” He grinned.

“Yes, right to it. I’ve been thinking about it forever.”

I pulled his cock through the slit in his boxer briefs and stroked him. He was long, hard and as smooth as silk. I ran my thumb slowly across the bulbous tip of his hard dick, and he growled softly.

He put his hand atop my head and pushed. I willingly sank to my knees in front of him. I licked the tip of his cock until I heard him suck in a breath like he’d been burned. His hips rocked forward, and he filled my mouth with his rod. I inhaled deeply and let him fill my throat for a moment. He held my head and then slid in and out of me, finding a good rhythm. I sucked him, dragged my tongue along his shaft and teased the tip. I tasted the saltiness of his skin as I lapped at him.

He pulled free of me with a grunt.

“If I keep letting you do that, this will be over before it starts. That mouth of yours is magic.”

He gave me his hand and helped me up. As he undressed me, he used his lips and teeth on my skin to torment me. He whisked my top off and then kissed my shoulder. Next, he removed my bra before he skated his sharp teeth across my pink nipple. He worked open the button on my jeans and parted them, yanking them down before he brought his face to my panty-covered crotch.

He inhaled deeply. “I can smell your pussy.” Then he dragged his tongue along the fabric. “And I can taste it, too. You weren’t lying about being wet.”

“I clenched my pussy around him as he fucked me. He held me fast.”

I moaned helplessly, imagining what that tongue would feel like on my bare skin, dragging over my clit.

When he stood, he helped me get totally naked before he snagged my wrist and tugged me over to the island between his kitchen and living room.

“Put your hands on the counter, spread your legs and stick your ass out.”

Every order made my cunt wetter. I tried to catch my breath as I splayed my hands on the countertop and spread my legs. He grabbed my hips and angled me to his liking, and I could feel my juices wetting my inner thighs.

Teddy pushed his fingers inside me, and I moaned. He slid them in and out a few times. I was so wet I could hear every squishy thrust.

“So wet. Wet for me. I can’t thank you enough,” he said with a chuckle.

Then he was plunging his cock into me. I stood on my tiptoes to enable his thrusts. I clenched my pussy around him as he fucked me. He held me fast, tugging me to him, even as he drove into me. His breath was hot on my back. He leaned over and bit my neck, and I felt my pussy grip him tightly.

I was so close to coming, and it seemed he could tell. He backed off enough to keep me on edge, and I groaned. He squeezed my flesh hard, and I pushed myself back onto his cock every time he drove into me. The force of us meeting rocked me. I reached down to stroke my clit, and Teddy snarled at me.

“Hand on the counter.”

I did as he said, a thrill running down my spine at his gruff command. His tempo increased, and I knew he was going to come.

“Fuck,” he said, “you’re so wet.”

I hung my head and squeezed my internal muscles.

This time, he roared like some caged beast and he came, his hands clenching my hips so tight it stung.

He pulled free of me and turned me so my back pressed the counter’s edge. Then he got down on his knees and held my thighs in his callused hands. He put his mouth on my slit, working me gently at first.

I threaded my fingers through his dark hair and pushed my hips forward to get more contact with his hot, wet mouth. He flicked his tongue against my clit, smacking it with the rigid tip until a buzz rolled through me. I was close, but I needed more.

He nudged the hard knot of flesh repeatedly, his breath hot. I felt his come start to slide out of me. It turned me on beyond belief that Teddy was a man who didn’t shy away from that.

I’d no sooner finished the thought when he pushed a thick finger inside me and used his come as lubricant to fuck me with that digit.

His mouth latched onto my clit, and he sucked it. He worked gently at first, but when I moved my hips chaotically, he increased his suction.

I came, crying out loudly. I thought he’d stop, but he just kept going. Even as my pussy rippled around his finger, he added a second. His tongue returned to my clit, slow but hard. His licks were even and timed. I needed it a bit faster. At his current speed, he was just teasing me.

His fingers moved deep inside me, forcing another orgasm to begin to build. I rocked my hips against his mouth, trying to get him to move his tongue faster. Finally, as my cunt started to grip his thrusting fingers more intensely, his tongue moved faster. He licked me, sucked me and flicked me with a fast rhythm that took my breath away.

I came again, yanking his hair as payback for the teasing. But the force and sweetness of my release more than made up for the torturous licks.

He grinned at me from the floor. “Think we can do this again sometime?”

I bopped his nose and simply said, “Maybe.”

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