"Actually, I wouldn't mind a drink of you."
From Create Your Own Story
He smiles, and looks around the room. A moment later, he nods his head and says, “Come under the counter, now.”
No one is watching, so you quickly duck under the counter where the flap opens, crouching low to do it. On the other side of the bar, the bartender takes your shoulders in his hands and presses down. You stay on your knees.
“Stay down there,” he says, glancing down just once. He nods and smiles at someone walking by the bar, and then reaches down and undoes the fly of his jeans.
You reach up and finish the job for him, undoing his zipper all the way and reaching in to tug his meat out from his underwear. His dick comes free, a long, uncut cock that makes your mouth water. Rising a little on your knees, you suck it back with one slurp before he gets hard.
“Fuck,” the bartender breathes. One of his hands settles on your head, the other stays on the counter behind you.
“Good night,” the bartender calls to someone walking by. His dick hardens quick in your mouth, and you suck quickly, taking as much of his length as you can, until your face is pressing into the open fly of his jeans. You massage his shaft with your tongue.
“Fuck,” he breathes again, and his hand tightens in your hair. “Yeah, like that,” he says quietly, then raising his voice again says, “Good night!” to someone else.
You slurp at his cock. With a loud grunt, he cums, filling your mouth with his seed. You swallow once, then twice, but some escapes the corner of your mouth and dribbles down your chin.
“Fuck,” he pants, still holding your head in one hand. He pulls back, and his dick slides clear of your mouth. You lick up what cum you can find, and he holds you down, waiting.
“Okay,” he says, “Now.”
You slide back through the bar flap, and perch in front of the bar again. The bartender leans forward and wipes the cum from your chin, and you lick his thumb.
“It’s the end of my shift,” he says. “How about I take you home and return the favour?”
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